THE TIES THAT BIND ~VI~ Under House Arrest

Waddie Greywolf

Part VI~Under House Arrest

Part I ~ Water Music

“I sail the darkest rivers of my dreams,

My cargo, precious trust, secure in his control,

I guide my bodies-barque into my Master’s arms,

His port, my heart to dock, safe harbor for my soul.”

Slave’s Song~W.D. Dux

Posthumous

We headed towards the dungeon and I hesitated for a moment,

“Master I may need to use your bathroom to clean out.”

“To the Dungeon slave!” He ordered with a false gruffness.

I started to object but remembered Master Jeb’s rule, an order

given, not to hesitate. We descended the stairs into that magic

room. The moon was lighting the Dungeon like a mystic realm

where you might expect some misshapen gnome to scuttle forth

with goblets of mulled wine for his Master, the Dungeon Master! I could see more than I had seen before. It was larger than I had first thought with a large self contained shower area with an extra wall down the right side.. The other wall was the outside wall of the building. It must have been eight by twelve and contained several tables and benches. It was tiled completely in black tile. There was a door in the corner that looked like it went into another room. There was a walk in closet built in under the stairs.

Master Earl had me stand not far from the stairs. He retrieved

The leather hood, wrist and leg cuffs and my mouth plug. He

put on the wrist cuffs first and clipped chains to them and then

to chains hanging from the ceiling. He decided not to put anything else on me for the moment.

“This is to make sure my exotic slave I have captured on the

lesser moon of Antares does not escape before this old space

pirate gets to sample his prize. Try to escape these chains me

hardy! Arrr! I understand your race has been known to suck a man’s soul out through his cock! Is that true slave??” He launched into a fantasy.

“I am a Prince unto my race! My Father, the King of Gandura,

will have more than your soul you filthy.....”

“Go on slave your doing fine, you may emote within a fantasy.”

“ ...you filthy swine but to answer your question Captain. Why

don’t you drop that well filled cod piece and try me. You have

nothing but your soul to lose! (Fiendish laughter) I’m sure it would taste of space salt, man smells, leather, smegma, come, bay

rum, and the rosebuds of many young virgin boys of many species.”

“You would like that wouldn’t you slave to taste my man’s soul

along with my seed rushing down this big shaft to fill your belly.

And what would happen to my soul? Would it die within your

gut to be absorbed into you essence? Or would you hold it

prisoner for my love to grow within you belly like a pregnant

whore?”

“No! Never! I can not tell you, or one day you would hunt me down, capture me again, force your cock into my mouth and shove your strength far down my throat and fuck me hard, then harder, until you’ve had your way with me against my will so you might spill your seed & soul into me.”

“It’s not that hole I plan to use to spill my seed this ‘eve, my

beautiful young Prince of the Gandurians.”

“Beware Captain! The Prince of my people is rumored to have

special powers in that area of his body.”

“And what might those rumors be my slave?”

“I’m sure they’re only rumors my new Master, Captain, but I am

strangely draw toward that human man-shaft secreting sweet glistening fluids between your massive thighs. My Royal rear port is secreting lubricating juices in anticipation of being lanced with your large human-sword and dilating , ready to welcome it to plunge within my bodies depths that you might take your joy &

pleasure in its’ use this ‘eve my strong and willful, Captain! My new handsome Master! Master Earl fell out of character.

“Damn Beau! Where did you learn that? I haven’t found anyone

that could keep up with me in fantasies and you just bested me.”

“I used to memorize vast passages of Shakespear while waiting in the jungle. The military’s first order you learn: Hurry up and wait! I sort’a think in iambic pentameter as a result! Is that bad, Master?”

“Hell no! But you can bet I’m gonn’a wonder just before I slam my cock in your ass what magic it has that I don’t know about.” He roared with laughter. “We’ll pick this up later! Now just hang out there.” He laughed again.

“Beau, I haven’t laughed with anyone like I have with you

tonight in a long time. I closed my self off from the world.

You’ve reopened doors for me, and for that I’m grateful.” He

leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips. Turned and

walked away saying over his shoulder,”Be back in a minute.”

When Master Earl returned from the walk in closet under the

stairs I could have dropped my load right then and there. He

had on a complete New York City Fireman’s outfit. Rubber

coat, high rubber boots, and a huge rubber coat buckled in

front. He was also wearing an Antique full leather helmet.

He stood directly under a pin spot so all I could see was the

hint of him within the strong narrow beam rushing to the

floor. I had never really given much thought to Firemen being

sexy but this opened new doors for me.

“Master you’d better move out from under that spot, Sir.”

“And why’s that slave?”

“If you don’t I’m going to come right here.”

“Then I’d better heed my slaves fair warning. It would not

please your Master for you to come before him. That is a never!” “Thank you Sir” I said as he walked toward me. He reached up

to unclip my right arm from the overhead chain and made sure

the cold rubber jacket rubbed fully against my nude body. He

did the same with the other. It was hot! Then he took me in his

arms and I could feel and smell the strength of the rubber coat

around me. Powerful stuff! He pulled away for a moment and

flipped open a couple of latches on the coat to open it. He

opened the jacket and had a full Master’s harness on underneath.

Wow! I ‘d seen guys wear similar things to the bar but nothing

like this one. Then Master pulled me into the inside of the coat

as close to him as I could get and locked it around the both of us!

Have you any idea how warm the inside of those coats can be? As he held me tight I whispered into his ear barely audible,

“Please, please Master would you allow your worthless slave to

clean those wonderful boots for you.” And he replied in as soft

a voice.

“ I’m glad you asked slave. I like a slave that wants to please

instead of one I have to order to do everything. Jeb should not

have much problem with you I sense a natural calling to be a

slave! Once you’re spirit has been shaped and molded by

Master Jeb’s design you will become a treasure to some lucky

Master. Who knows, it may be me!”

“I could only hope for something as wonderful as that Master!”

“Then continue hoping! Dreams do come true!” He replaced

my collar and hooked my leash onto it and led me to that

Giant chair with the boot irons. He got into the chair and

opened his rubber coat and placed those huge rubber boots on

the boot irons. I looked up at one of the hottest sights I had

seen in my life and thought to myself, it this really happening?

His cod piece on the harness was stuffed with his big dick and

stood out perfectly from the rest of the harness. He made

himself comfortable and I could see the small leather strap at the

base of his cod piece running under his ass and disappearing

into the darkness. He didn’t seem to be hurried and enjoyed

seeing me look at him. I was like a drunk that had just discovered

a free bottle of booze and knew I was going to have a glorious

high. “May I begin, Sir?” “Hope you boot hungry slave! There’s

a lot of good eat’n on them boots!” He said chidingley.

“ Thank you Master!” And with that I went into slave heaven.

A trance like state when you are aware of what your doing, but

the over all sensations of smell, feel, and taste over power the

inputs of you brain. All you can do is float on top of the moment. To those who might read this who think to themselves

“Oh I could never debase myself like that to another man!” I ask you: Is it debasing to give of yourself to anyone? Ever read Will’s

Taming of the Shrew? Is Kate’s last speech so far removed from

what I’ve been describing here. “To place her hand beneath her

husbands boot to show her trust of his power to crush it if he should will it!” It is a joining of two spirits in one action toward a common goal. Establishing or renewing bonds of affection through rituals. Your only thought is to become something that might please or bring joy to your Master. It’s scarey in a way but you must establish trust and faith in him to lead where he wants to take you. These acts of submission are a necessary part of the ritual of defining territories, setting boundaries, and laying request at his feet to be used by him for mutual benefit however he may choose. This was the control I had been missing in my life and I was wallowing in it like a man it the desert three days without water finds an oasis! The submission becomes a key to trust you pass to your Master that gives him control. If you find a Master who betrays that trust and expects unrealistic things of his slave, get out as quickly as possible. He is not enlightened! He tries to control through fear and terror from his own insecurities. Don’t allow yourself to become a victim. Submitting to a crazy does neither of your good! The horror that might occur is the incorrect, unhealthy imprinting that can lead to addiction of that type. Addiction is not affection! Don’t confuse the two!

Perhaps your thinking, “What a slut! Here he swears this undying love for the Giant and now he’s paving the road for a possible future with someone else.” Good point! What did I see

as a possible future with the Giant? A dead end! I’ll admit a large

portion of my decision to enter training was to be around him

as much as I possibly could without pressuring him to do something, anything to try to claim me as his! It was not my intention to trap him! I might be gambling on a fantasy with Big Jim and Master Earl was a solid possibility.

Here was a MAN with a lot to give needing someone to give to

and as Master Jeb said, I certainly could do worse. He was masculine, charming, controlling, a sane but delightfully deviate mind, body by God, the dick of death, and an LAPD Motorcycle Officer! Did I leave anything out? Well, isn’t that enough? Certainly did it for me! Master Jeb told me, a bird in the hand..... Then there was that popular record I kept hearing like

the harpies singing in the background of some Greek tragedy,

“If you can’t love the one you want, love the one you’re with!”

I took it to heart!

After I had gone over every inch of those boots with my tongue

and hoped he wouldn’t noticed as I began my second round

he called me to a halt. He grabbed my leash that was hanging

near him and pulled me to his crotch. I could smell the leather and smells of his body blending with the strong acrid rubber

smells.

“Now this is your dessert slave. You may clean my cod piece!”

Too much! Wow! I felt like I had just won the jackpot!

“Thank you Sir, it will be a treat for your slave. Thank you!”

And clean it I did! I could feel his huge cock folded around

within the cod piece like a snake. A snake that would come

out late at night to crawl into my ass and make me pray to God

that I could have his child! Did that make me want to be a woman? No indeed, it is a thought shared by all men even the straightest of men at some time in their lives. We all wonder what it would be like! In my early days in Hollywood I didn’t

suffer fools well but my heart always opened for those I met

who just didn’t seem to fit in and had hidden fantasies they couldn’t share with a lot of people. I attracted ‘em like bears to honey. I must have had a flashing sign behind my head that flashed ‘Sympathetic Kink’. I met a Kid that wanted to have action figures shoved up his butt and then pretend to give birth!! He even went so far as to find heavy clear balloons that could be stretched over the figure like a placenta! (Not a bad idea in case something sharp might puncture his colon.) It was a strange trip but I was so fascinated by his seriousness and need to have someone share this fantasy, I thought, “What the hell?” Some time, to have someone share a particular fantasy is a form of validation that we aren’t as crazy as we might have thought! “I’d always fuck him first to get him pregnant of course! Then we’d insert the ‘baby,’ as it were, and he’d be pregnant! He’d get up and walk around and I’d grab him and feel his baby in his stomach and tell him how big he was getting and it wouldn’t be long now! We’d do the whole nine yards and finally it would be time to deliver. Now mind you, it was up to him to give birth to this fantasy. Having something that unusual up your ass would not be a trip around the may pole to shit out! (excuse me, give birth too!) I had no problem being the expectant cheer leader Father . However, it was a stretch to see your child look like a dead ringer for G I. Joe!” Ah well, it popped his cork and I’ll have to admit I was happy I met him. He enriched my life and I his because he found so few people that would even entertain sharing his fantasy. It became our secret and bonded us as friends for years. I relate this with, tongue in cheek humor, but no condemnation! My life would not have those memories if I had not gone through with it! And what did it cost me to indulge him? Small price for a really hot fuck! Remember Master Jeb’s wonderful axiom! It’s too bizarre not to be true. So much for Occam’s razor! Master Jeb pointed out to me that going through that scene with him was only more proof to Master Jeb of my necessity to serve or please! I would do things for people others wouldn’t consider. Master Jeb said it had nothing to do with goodness but a deeper need to serve. He also pointed out it was time I was taught how to direct that need in a proper way. His way, of course! But as I was to find out Master Jeb’s way was THE way! His reputation was not unfounded! He was the Master’s Master without ever drawing attention to himself. It was the way he lived his life and the things he tried to teach so many that will be his legacy. He never had any natural children but he had several hundred slaves and Master’s that would not hesitate to call him Dad! Some folk’s birth children others birth ideas and concepts to live by! Master Jeb was the latter.

Like most desserts, cleaning Master Earls cod piece was sweet, eaten too quickly, and left me wanting more.

Master Earl got down from the chair and complemented me on

the excellent job I had done on his boots and cod piece. He told me he thought my tongue was going to push through the

leather of his cod piece to get the prize beneath. He led me by the leash into the tiled area and told me to hit parade rest for a moment. He found my hood and mouth plug. He removed his

dog collar and pulled the leather hood over my head and quickly

laced it tight in the back! He replaced my collar and hooked two

spring loaded snap hooks to each D ring on either side. Then we had the ritual of inserting my mouth plug which he secured tightly behind my head. He had me lay on this strange narrow table. The top half was covered in padded black leather the bottom half was hard to describe but the total bed was balanced like a childrens see/saw or teeter/totter and a big inch and a half pipe. Master Earl then attached the leather patch over my eyes explaining to me that sometime it was important not to see some preparations he might be doing. Then I wouldn’t have any questions and it would be easier to deal with a situation. There were wrist straps attached to the table . Arms straps! He hooked

the spring clips on my collar to chains that ran to either side of the table.

One large leather strap was placed across my chest which he buckled to the other side. A strap ran across my thighs, just above my crotch. Then he attached the strap across my upper leg, another just above my knees, and one around my ankles. I couldn’t move if I had wanted to.

There were two chains that ran from the board near the arm straps, to an eye hook on the side of the board near my knees.

He raised my legs and attached the chain to the eye hooks. The

board under my leg was hinged and my knee could bend as my

leg was secured. There was a metal brace he snapped into place

to keep my lower leg straight out. A chain connected the two

knees to keep them from spreading to far apart and was adjustable. When he finished my legs were in a great position for

him to have access to my ass. He left me there for a while and then returned I heard the sound of a pair of rubber gloves snapping as he put them on. I could feel him feeling my ass and

it felt good to be touched there. He was fucking me with his

finger , then two, then three, and began to really get into it

cork screwing his hand in me. The he stopped abruptly. He began inserting something in my butt and the next thing I felt was something inflating in my rectum. Man it was getting big.

Like a damn balloon. I didn’t complain though it was uncomfortable. The next thing I felt was another balloon being

inflated out side my butt but as it inflated it pulled the other one

tight. My ass was locked between two balloons. I had never

seen anything like what he put in my ass but learned later it

was called a double bardex tube. Then I heard a click of some

kind and warm sudsy water began to fill my gut! My God!

That’s why he wouldn’t let me clean out he wanted to do it!

He kept filling me and I was becoming really uncomfortable.

I didn’t moan or try to get him to stop. I figured he knew what

he was doing and it wouldn’t hurt me. It might be uncomfortable but never hurt me! He clicked the thing off and

placed his hand on my belly to feel. He left his gloved hand

there for a minute as he said,

“Your doing fine slave! I like a slave that doesn’t complain. You

know this is for your own benefit? I wasn’t suppose to answer and I didn’t! “Good slave, but I think you can hold just a little

more. He kept his one hand on my belly as I heard the other

hand click open the valve and the pressure started building again.

He let it run what seemed like and eternity and then clicked it off. “That’s good for now slave.” as he rubbed both hands over

my belly. Now I’ve got a couple of things to do. He wound up

a clock. I’m setting this for fifteen minutes. When that goes off

I’ll be back and will let that out. Until then relax and enjoy it!

Relax Hell I wanted to scream! Pull the plug NOW! But I didn’t!

He was going to go away and leave me here with all this liquid in

my gut and my hole plugged so tight it couldn’t leak a drop.

Before he left he placed a set of ear phones on my ears and there

was the strangest music. Like bells, chimes, whistles in the distance, thunder, train whistles and random notes. Weird but

relaxing. Do you have any idea just how long fifteen minutes can

be with two quarts of liquid in your ass?? I tried every way but

Sunday to try to relax and nothing helped. Then I remembered

something my friend on the other side had taught me that there was a place you could go in your mind that was not asleep but

you would feel no discomfort nor pain. I tried desperately to

find it and panicked. I was failing what was I to do...then I felt

a hand grab my soul and pull it quickly into that place. I was

safe! He had learned where that place was from the shining man that had come to him one of the many times his Father had

nailed his little boy penis to the porch. He told him that there

would come a savior, his savior, and he would recognize him

when he looked into his eyes. “ Do not hesitate nor fear to go

with him. He will save you from this!” I felt that little boy’s

warmth around me as I held him again in my arms and wept.

Thank you David for sharing your place with me. I don’t

think I could have made it without you. Yes you could! And

you will he thought to me! I know you, you risked your life to save mine. A life I may never have had were it not for you. I would never have found the love I cherished were it not for you! Do you think I’d desert you now? We made love in the midst of chaos and horror. Have you forgotten? No, it was special! It was sweet but I never found you again!

You didn’t have to, I’m here with you now, I found you and it’s my turn to help! He filled my soul with his spirit and we made sweet love together again. This time in the peace of our spirits away from the hasty orisons of war.

The alarm went off jarring me back to the discomfort and pressure. But the pain was gone, instead I felt at peace.

I heard Master Earl’s footstep as he approached. He had a full

black rubber breathing mask on with a flexible tube that attached

to an overhead pipe that ran to the outside and had a small fan

to force air into the pipe. He ran his hand over my belly and

said I think well add just a little more. I though I was going

to die as I felt more fluid filling me but it was not as bad as

the first time. I was just apprehensive. Master Earl stopped the

flow again and said we’d wait another couple of minutes before

we let it go. I thought I don’t think I can but give him control,

give him control, you did wish to give him control don’t be

foolish enough to take it back now when you’re so close! The

finish line is there, you can make it, grit your teeth, whistle

Dixie, think of A-nauld fucking you, think of apple pie, think

of Master Jeb, Big Jim inside of you, think of the flavors of his

tits, and then Master Earl saw it! “ You ejaculated without my

permission slave. We must talk about this!” He had raised the

table to an almost upright position and released the bardex.

I felt like I was giving birth myself and my water had just broken for Christ sake as foul waters rushed from my body and sanity and relief were comingled until I could only groan with the plug

in my mouth. The imagined preganancy was aborted. Master Earl had a hose with warm water rinsing everything down the drain. When he was satisfied that I was finished he lowered the table and said the rinse won’t be so bad. He took and large colonic tube with the warm water flowing and inserted it in me. He told me not to try to hold it just lay back, relax and let him do the work.

He was right, it didn’t feel so bad and the further he worked it

up my ass the better it felt until he announced to me, “Well, that

should do it we’re well past the second sphincter with three feet

of tubing. My God! The man stuck three feet of red rubber tubing up my butt! I guess I should be cleaned out! He stopped

the water flow and left the tube inside of me. I had passed all

the fluid as he slowly pulled that tube out of me and I could

feel it snaking through my belly on it’s way out.

Master Earl then stuck this cold metal thing in my ass that

looked like a ducks beak and it had adjustments on it that began

to spread my ass muscle open until it was about four inches wide.

The he up righted the table and left that in me to drain any

further fluids from me. It worked! There was no air pressure

with my ass open to hold it in and every thing else came out with

a swoosh! Was that an emptying feeling! I almost could understand what post partem depression must feel like.

Master Earl had hit a switch for an air exhaust fan and had lit

incense all around the Dungeon. Finally he hosed me off on the

table and washed me all over with a soft sponge and soap. Then

hosed me down again. He laid me back and undid the straps, let

my legs down, and undid the clips holding my head down.

Then he took the plug out and the hood off but left my dog

collar on. My eyes became adjusted to a little more light and

was that he had make the Dungeon come alive with candles.

He moved behind me with the biggest towel I’d ever seen and

began drying me off. He spoke softly to me with no anger in

his voice, “I know you haven’t been through training yet Son,

but you know some of the basics and one very important control

a Master has over his slave is to say if and when he will be allowed to come! Now with that in mind do you want to tell me

why you came?” “Master Earl, I don’t remember doing it, if I

tell you I was not in my body when it happened would you

believe me?” “This in your favor Son, I would not believe another soul on this planet that would give me an excuse like that, but you, well you I will believe!” “I was in a place that

a friend I knew in Nam taught me to go to when I was

in pain or discomfort and he was there and ........” “And you

made love with him.” He spoke softly, “I’m sorry Master but

when I was there I didn’t think about the “here and now” I

could only feel his love and it needed me and I needed him

but in a different way than I need you. His was the love of a sweet dear friend I knew in Nam. We were only children, I

did a small favor for him, and we clung to each other from fear!

The feelings I have for you are stronger and I hope may grow. I would love you as a slave should love his Master. Can you forgive me?”

“I would never have understood that sort of thing until earlier tonight but it’s not hard for me to grip now. I forgive you slave

with a kicker attached!” “Anything Sir!” “I’d better get the

best damn fuck out’a you you’ve ever given any Master!”

“You will have it Master! Your Gandurian Prince is ready to

be smote by your terrible swift sword!” He laughed and said,

“Now cut that out, you got me spooked enough as it is!”

“Now jump in that sling slave and be quick about it. I want to

get in there while its still moist and hot!”

Master Earl attached my wrist cuffs and chained them up over my head. then he attach the leg cuffs and attached them to a Y in

the chains that held the sling. Then he went to a closet under

the stair and brought a long slender rubber cock attached to

what looked like one of the grease guns I use at work. He squeezed a little lube out to the head of the rubber dildo and

inserted it way up my ass and pumped the grease gun as he slowly pulled it out. My Master had prepare me. I was ready to be used! Ready to be mounted and ridden like a wild-eyed

bushey-tailed bronco with a burr under it’s saddle blanket.

“You haven’t been trained to be taken as a Master must always take a slave, have you?

“Yes Sir, I have! I would welcome you to take me as my

Master, please Sir! I would appreciate your giving me the honor of taking me as your slave. That would make your weedend slave most grateful. I don’t want to use the word ‘need’ in my request because your need in always more important! Maybe you understand what I’m trying to say Master?”

“I do understand slave and I will take you as my slave. It is the only way a Master should take his slave. It sets the parameters between the Master and his slave for the whole fuck. A slave

always gives a better fuck that way. You agreed to my kickker

so it becomes absolutely necessary! With that he was in me to the base of his cock with nothing left. It was every bit as large as the Giants. I remembered that feel. God it hurt good! How could that be? Good hurt? You can’t understand it tell you’ve been there but it’s the closest description I can come to. It just hurt good! He leaned forward and began to kiss me and began a couple of small strokes that really did the trick to relax my slave hole. Then I wanted all of him inside me I could get. He gently made love to me working my hole, stretching it, relaxing it for his pleasure, moaning a little when he felt some fine stuff, then he’d retract the movement to get that part again, and again, and then move on to some deeper strokes. I was drifting into a space of relaxation I had not experienced before. He wanted me, his weekend slave, to enjoy this as well as him and I was grateful for that.

“How’s that Big Daddy Cop Dick feel in there Son? Am I

working that little slave butt enough to get it comfortable?

Get it broken in for some good hard riddin’ in that little pussey.

I haven’t done this in three years but it’s coming back to me and I’m glad it’s you I’m fucking right now slave!”

“I think that’s the nicest thing any one’s ever said to me Master

and yes your doing one hell of a job. But could I have just a

little more of your good stretching Officer Masters...ooopps

I mean.....” “Hey, wait a minute, I like that! Officer Masters!

that’s the way we find intimate names for people they just

come out from nowhere.” “I like it too, it covers two bases at

once, Officer Masters.” “May I call you that when you’re

fucking me, Sir?” “I hope you call me that any time you feel like

it. It makes me feel just a little taller, Officer Masters, yep that’s

all right!” Different Masters have different ideas about fucking!

That doesn’t mean one is better than another. It’s just different!

Master Earl I soon learned was the Cadillac of Master Fucks.

When you were on the receiving end of his cock it was like riding in a Cadillac. You knew you were going to get where you were going in comfort and style. He was what I could best describe as a smooth fucker! No sudden leaps on unaccounted for slams. He was very deft and controlled. He knew where he was

going and how he was going to get there. He even mapped out

his stops along the way. In short I have never had a man fuck

me with as much control, caring and demand that his slave was working as hard as he was to get him there, to use his slaves

ass most efficiently to get the most feeling from each stroke. Nothing was left to chance. He was in complete control and

was convinced of his power to gain control over me to give every thing to serve his all consuming need. I would have, at that moment, walked through a bed of fire for him and thanked him afterwards for allowing me to please him!

Oh, he was not against getting way up in there, deep in my ass, and rootin’ it out like any home boy. But he wanted his slave to work with him to get him off. He would have none of his slave

laying back playing Mr. Fun-buns! He expected his slave to have his ass right where it should be when he needed to take a good strong hit on his slave’s pussy. He expected his slave to suck his

ass hard on his shaft as he slowly pulled it all the way out only to plunge it in again to the depths of his slaves being.

This was a fine Man that knew how to fuck a slaves ass and he pulled out all the stops.

He’d stop every now and then to correct me on something

that was small but important to him that he felt I could do a little better for him and we’d try it again and I’d get it right that time. He smile and tell me I was a good slave to get it that fast. He demanded I keep my ass right up to where he could get his best stroke and I could see by his face he was getting it, “Officer Masters I need to tell you something.” “ That you come while getting fucked, Son?” “Yes Sir, How’d you know?”

“I called Jeb and asked his permission before I called you last

Monday night! He was thrilled I wanted to have you. I told him

if you accepted I had every intention of getting in your butt and

if that was against one of his rules or whatever that I wouldn’t call you. I’d just wait until you were put on the market! He assured me it was O.K., we had his blessing and to fuck the

snot out of you, which, I’m planning to do right now!” “But Officer Masters I can’t always control it. Least wise not yet.

Maybe training will help. I don’t want to disappoint you again.”

“I understand slave but it doesn’t present that big a problem.

Training will correct that if not we can work on it together but

for right now, tonight, you do your best to not come, and if

I’m convinced you tried real hard I’ll let you come. How’s that?”

“Thank you Officer Masters, you’re a good Master.”

“Well I’ve had enough pleasure fucking for tonight, and we gott’a get to bed, so your Master, Officer Masters, it going to shoot his come into your hot little slave’s ass.” Master Earl started in

for his final run to fuck me he started with a good steady rhythm and moved the pace up a bit when he found another spot he liked fucking , he shifted to fucking faster and harder, the next time he paused he quickly said to me, “ put that ass up there slave, don’t ever make your Master hunt for it! Put it up there for him so he knows he’s welcome to take all he wants an come back for seconds.”

He had me so hot by that time that I began concentrating on each and every stroke he made and it paid off. Five or six

deep strokes with my ass right there to welcome his

shaft in my ass he broke apart and exploded in my slave pussy.

Damn he was a good fuck and made me work for him too. I

liked that! Part of his getting it was me working hard to make sure my slave-pussy was at the ready. I just knew I’d get better at it. A Master that demands that his slave work with him makes the slave feel more involved in bringing that big piece of meat slamming into him to its’ full potential. By demanding his slave work with him and teaches his slave how he likes his cock to be received into its’ slave-pussy can be an important part of individual slave training. Make damn sure he sublimates his own needs (he should be trained well enough his only need is to serve you) then patiently teach him what and how you expect him to contribute to your pleasure, repeat a particular move you like

over and over again until it becomes reflex muscle action. Almost like a correographer works with dancers. They repeat it over and over until they get it right. Laugh if you will but it works the same way. The Master’s out there that are getting the most bang for their bucks are the ones that have taken the time to work with their slaves. He’s not going to know what you want unless you show him. It’s part of discipline, which he craves, is good for him, and the ultimate payoff is one hell of a fuck. He feels your move coming, he reacts to receive you just like you’ve trained him every time. No guess work for him. He’s ultimately trained to give you a great fuck and he feels proud and rewarded that he could give you the pleasue you will come to demand from him. That’s all he needs, and maybe a pat on the head now and then but don’t over do it! Once he’s trained, got it down pat so your satisfied with his performance, then demand nothing but his best every time you slam your dick into him! Accept nothing less! If he gets sloppy. Start again from Zero and make him do it over and over and over for hours at a time. I guaren-damn-tee ‘ya he will never give you a sloppy fuck again! His only reason fior being a slave in the first place is to see to your pleasure.

Master Jeb would make damn sure his slave trainees would be

a certified good fuck on graduation from his class. He would make them do it over and over until it became second nature for their ass’s to respond a certain way! He knew every Masters particular fucking style and needs and he taught them most all to me on the end of his big fat dick. He was a Master! He was a great teacher! He was my love! He was my friend!

I didn’t come I was so busy working with Officer Masters I

forgot. O.K. slave you kept your end of the bargain now I’ll keep mine and I want to see for myself if you can come while

getting fucked. Now since I don’t know your fucking likes your

gonn’a have to guide me. If you need it harder , faster or deeper,

let me know, with that he started in again but this time he didn’t worry about me putting my ass up he was taking this away from me and I was getting off on it building up I pulled him to me and whispered to him please Officer Masters your slave-boy would very much appreciate you fucking him so hard his eyeballs rattle. That is, if you find me worthy of a good hard fuck. Please Officer Master. Please. I begged, he didn’t bother to answer and I think outside of the animal I got the single hardest fucking of my life! I shot all over his chest and mine! We lay together, he was laughing and said “Damn slave, that was hot! I think we could come together without much problem ‘cause I sometimes like to pop my nut with a good hard ride like that” I’m glad you like some good old down home hard riddin.” That slave butt and Officer Masters pet snake are gonn’a be good friends.” I said a prayer!

Part II ~The Desert Foxes

“I gathered stars from off the desert’s floor,

My Master smiles to see me count them all,

Fallen here from Angel’s tears so long ago,

His big hands reach to catch me when I Fall.”

Slave’s Song~ W. D. Dux

Posthumous

Master Earl helped me down form the sling and kissed me

again. I fell to my knees and asked permission to clean him.

He smiled, “I need to take a refresher course in Master 101

from Jeb. I have forgotten a slaves role and need to clean his Master after sex! Of course Son, you should, as a courtesy to any

Master. These rituals should always be followed for your sake.

It will help your imprinting each time! Clean me good!”

I cleaned all my come off his hairy chest and belly. Then moved

to his still half hard cock and cleaned it. The head of his dick had the foreskin creeping back over as it was going down

in hardness. It was my first time to put my mouth on his cock and I got my tongue under the head. He was clean but the wonderful taste I got was his. Only his. I continued to suck it and and tongue his piss slit sucking bits of come and precome.

My Master had other ideas as he began to gently allow more to enter my throat. I got the idea he was trying not to get hard to work it into my throat as deep as possible. I got about three quarters down, I could tell he was impressed as he force another

couple inches down. I was still trying to take more when I felt

his big hand behind my head give it a slight tug forward and my

lips were touching his pubic hair.

“Easy slave, that’s enough! Hands to your back and relax! You

Master is gonn’a enjoy this! AAAaggaa.......there’s nothing sweeter than using you slave for a toilet, boy!” I felt him relieving himself into my gut. I was his toilet and proud to be that! He stopped and began to pull out. I sucked and licked it clean. Officer Masters then ordered me to open my mouth

and lay the head gently on my tongue,

“Close your lips around it slave! I’ve heard you like the taste

of Man piss.” I shook my head slightly in agreement. “Well I held back a little for you to enjoy but I had to see if what Jeb told me was true! Damned if he wern’t! Here it is Son, enjoy!”

My Master let about a mouthful go and stopped. I swallowed

slowly Master Earls piss was like champagne to me. I opened

my mouth again and he gave me another mouthful. He had

only one more for me and I held it for some time until Master

ordered me to follow him upstairs. On the way Master Earl asked me a question and I didn’t answer. He turned on the stairs and smiled at me, “You please swallow, please!” was all he said, I blushed, did as ordered and smiled sheepishly. He roared with laughter! “Come on Son, let’s go to bed, we’re both exhausted. We were. I slept the dream of Angels while feeling, full, warm,

well fucked, secure, and comfortable being held in the arms of one.

Saturday Morning

Master Earl was up early and let me sleep for a while. I awoke

to a beautiful view of Silverlake and the surrounding area.

I got up quickly to see if I could help with something. Master

had juice ready for me and ordered me to jump in the shower. He wanted to get me ready then I could help. I did as he ordered and didn’t hose out because I wanted to hold his come in me.

I got out and toweled off and reported back to the kitchen.

“Perfect timing Son. To the bedroom!” We went to the bedroom and he had my plug cleaned and lightly greased, snap his fingers

and pointed to the bed, I wasn’t sure what he wanted me to do.

“Oh I’m sorry that’s an order to hit the position! Ass right at the

edge of the bed, grab your legs and pull ‘em down almost to

your chest and slightly out to give your Master instant access to

your pussy..” “That’s one of the few times you’ll hear me snap my fingers at you because I want you that way yesterday! Understand Son?” “Yes Master!” I said doing as he ordered!

“Did you hose out slave?”

“No Master I wanted to leave your seed in me.”

“And well you should. Good answer boy!”

“Ass a little higher in the air slave, don’t ever make your Master

have to reach for it!” I raised my ass and he grabbed that big

plug and snapped it in faster than any one had done before.

Damn he’s good! I thought. A Master for sure. No hesitation

plugged my ass! He turned to wipe his hands on a towel. I still

had my ass in the air. He wiped my ass around the plug to get

and excess grease cleaned up. Then he spoke, “Lower you ass

a little slave,” He pressed on the base and it sunk in just a little

further. “On your knees, on the bed slave!” I got on my knees

and he grabbed me around the waist with one big arm, Damn

he smelled good, held me tight and pressed in again on the base.

“Push back please!” he ordered> I pushed back and he pushed

and I felt that big thing click in to place. “It finally seated, didn’t

it Son?” “Oh God! Yes! Sir! that’s the way it should fit! That’s

why everyone talks about seating it and I thought it was just a

game!” “No Son, that’s the way a slave should be plugged if done

properly. I just happen to know how!” Thank you Master! I fell to his feet and kissed one big boot then the other. “I like that action slave. If at any time I snap my fingers and point to my boots you’ll know what to do.”

“Yes Sir, but do I just kiss them or start cleaning them Sir!” “Good question slave. What you did just then will be fine. As a matter of fact I liked it so much, I’d like to see that again!” And he snapped his finger real loud and pointed to his boots.

I again fell to his feet and kissed each boot except on the last

one I did get in a couple of good licks with my tongue.

“I saw that slave, but I won’t fault you, in a way it’s a hell of a compliment!” He said very quietly as he stooped down and pulled my head up to attached his leash to his dog collar. Then holding my leash pulled me to his face and kissed me hard. “Good morning Slave! You make me proud today, understand!” “I will Sir. I’m proud to be your slave Master! He looked me in the eyes and quickly kissed me again. “Now pull on your chaps and boots and that’s all.”

I quickly dressed and joined him in the kitchen. “Now you

are to go to my office and call Jeb. I think he knew you’d be

staying all weekend and wanted you to call. His number is

on the pad there. But before you go, slowly turn around once,

for me! Good! Now once the other way! Go on..” He said with

a big shit eating smile on his face. I went to Master Earl’s office and dialed the number.

“Hello!” It was Big Jim! My heart leaped to my throat,

“Hello my good Master how are you!”

Master Jim laughed hardily and my heart melted and ran down

into my stomach. “Good to hear your voice again my good slave-boy and how goes it with you?”

“I’m fine Master, thank you!”

“The answer is still yes Son”

“Me too! Master Jim, me too.” Was all I answered.

“I’ll get Jeb for you!”

“Thank you Master Jim.”

“Hello!” It was Master Jeb.

“This is your slave calling, Master!” He was noticeably silent for a moment.

“I needed to hear that this morning Son! Thank you!”

“For speaking the truth Master?”

“Yes, well your no dummy, you know damn well what I mean!”

I laughed to lighten the mood, “I do indeed, I apologize for

playing with you Master Jeb.”

“Nonsense! Keeps me on my toes. Enough of that now, SPILL!!” He said.

“I’m being well cared for Master Jeb.” I heard him giggle.

“Damn it Butch! You’re yanking my chain! The first time

I get my whip on you I’m going to remind you of your disrespect

for your old Master. Now you know what I’m talking about,

cut to the chase, Kid before your old Master has a coronary.”

“Forgive me Master I’m afraid I have too much piss and

vinegar in me this morning.”

“So Earl didn’t believe me Huh? Thought the old man was exergarating! Good for him!” We both fell out

laughing.

“Does Master Jim know where I’m calling from?”

“No I haven’t discussed it with him but I think he has an idea. I

wouldn’t tell him unless he point blank asked. I’m not going to lie to him. I think he knows but doesn’t want it confirmed.”

“I wouldn’t want you lie to him either, Master Jeb.”

“O.K. What else!”

“Well, I’m under house arrest. I can’t go home and I can’t come

to your house this weekend. I have his dog collar around my neck, his plug in my ass, my chaps and boots on, and Oh, yes! I

have a lease hanging from the collar. All of which I’m very

proud of!”

“You damn well should be proud boy! You walk as tall as you can beside that man! He’s one of the finest men I know and you’re to please him any way you can. You be on your best slave behavior! If he should want to show you off to some friends watch him for cues, he’ll let you know what he expects. He keeps his slaves well disciplined. You could use a little of that. Do you good! He likes to show his slave off, have themjump through hoops to entertain his guest. Don’t over do and embarrasse him, just be ready and don’t hesitate to obey even the smallest order especially in front of his friends. That’s very important! You’ll do just fine, I’m sure! It’s the Mother Master in me that makes me say those things!” Master Jeb again laughed!

“I will obey Master Jeb with pride.”

“You’ll probably be there ‘til Sunday evening, if he lets you go

then. Stay with him Son, he needs you right now!”

“I feel that too Master Jeb. Some very strange things have

happened that I need to sort out with you. Things I don’t

understand. It’s nothing about Master Earl it’s .....”

“Ghost hanging around Son.”

“Bingo Sir! Bingo! Don’t want to go further right now but I’ll call first chance I get! Sunday evening if he sends me home.”

“He won’t! You’re the first he’s had since Wes. If I know Earl,

and I do, he’s drinking you like a tall cool glass of water!”

‘My response again would be Bingo, Sir!”

“Just remember my good slave, ....”He started the sentence and I finished it.......”I could do worse than Master Earl” Master Jeb

laughed. It’s not nice to mauk your owner boy! He said laughing.

“Indeed, Master Jeb, it is disrespectful. I trust you will correct

that in me.” “Not your sense of whimsey Son. That’s a delight!

You will learn what I want you to know and other things will

be discussed but you will ultimately do it MY way. You’ll

began to see it is the only way!”

“Yes Master, I’m looking forward to it. Now if he invites you

back for next weekend you tell him he’ll have to check with me.

I think I want you here next weekend. He needs to skip a week

end! Trust me with this one Son! I know you would want to

return next weekend.” I was quiet for a moment.

“I will obey, Master Jeb.” I said quietly. I heard Jeb suck his

breath in afraid he had hurt me.

“Your really taken with him, aren’t you Son?”

“Does the term ‘ton of bricks’ mean anything to you Master?”

It was my time to sigh deeply and then I continued,

“Forgive me Master, your right, and I trust your judgement. I

will obey in good spirits!”

“Now that’s the slave I’ve come to know that will become a

joy to some good Master. Maybe even Officer Earl? Let’s hope!

Would you be comfortable being his property?” he asked.

“In a heartbeat Master Jeb, in a heartbeat!”

“Well look at it this way Son. You’re here next weekend, he may

use you the following and perhaps the last weekend before you

enter training. That’s fair isn’t it?” Then during your training every Master that is serious about bidding on you will be allowed

one weekend with you. Maybe two depending on when you feel your ready. See? I haven’t forgot our agreement! Earl D. may have a weekend with you as well because I know he’s interested.”

“I agree Master. I would enjoy spending next weekend in your

arms anyway!” Jeb was quiet again then he laughed

“You know, anyone else said that to me I would know I was

having smoke blown up my ass but you....well, I know you mean

what you say and that’s part of your gift Beau. Don’t ever lose

that Son! Speak from your heart and you’ll be right every time.”

“Master your words have been proven to me several times this

weekend and I have followed that advice. Worked every time!”

“Well you better get back to your Master Son, thanks for

calling.”

“My pleasure Master, and Master Jeb.....?”

“Yes Son’!”

“I love you!”

“Thank you Son and I’ll see you next weekend”

“Good bye Master Jeb!”

“Good bye my good slave-boy!”

Master Jeb needs me next weekend! I’ll try to spend more time with him and hope Big Jim doesn’t monopolize me. I say that now but when I walk through that door and see him, Woah! What did he mean by “The answer is still yes.”? At least Master Earl is up front and let’s his wishes be known and he says enough to let you know where you stand with him. I’ve always had trouble with games and cryptic things people say. They say one Goddamn thing meaning another! Why? Why don’t they just say what they fucking feel? From the heart, not the head! Did Big Jim say that to test the water? To find out if he can still push my button!

Well, he did! It worked! But my answer was just as cryptic. It meant nothing! Me too! Me too, what? Still believe in love at first sight? Yep! Still do! Didn’t give him a hell of a lot. Maybe that’s his way of asking for more? Then let him be the Man/Master and ask for what he wants! Maybe I’m expecting too much of him? Don’t go there Beau! You’ve gone down that road before and it leads to the pits! Follow your heart Kid! It’s been working so far. Maybe Kenny Rogers was right, sometime you gott’a hold ‘em, sometime you gott’a fold ‘em but I would add for Gods sake don’t let ‘em see your hand until they call.

I walked back in the kitchen and appologized for being so long.

Master Earl was busy and showed me a couple of things to do.

“How is the Master?” He emphasized ‘the’ as a sign of respect.

“He seemed fine and in good spririts Sir.”

“Good. I have to get dressed and I’ll be back in a minute. If

the bell should ring you let them in and introduce yourself as

Beau., Master Earls weekend slave and get them a drink if you

think you can or suggest they make it themselves if you don’t

know how. Are you comfortable with that Son?”

“To tell them I’m your weekend slave? Yes, Sir. I just wish I didn’t have to use the word ‘weekend’.”

“Good point! Then don’t ! If it needs to be explained we can

later!” I fell to his feet and kissed each boot. “Thank you Sir”

“That was important to you wasn’t it slave?”

“Very much Sir, I guess I’d just like to have the fantasy for a while whether it comes true or not. I am proud to call myself your slave and I’ll walk a little taller Sir!!”

“Good slave! Damn Good!” he left to change his clothes. I did

the little jobs in the kitchen he instructed and got a glass of

water and the door bell rang. Show time! I didn’t know whether

to see if he was coming but I wasn’t going to hesitate following

his order. I started for the door. I opened the door and stood

for a moment while the two fine looking older gentlemen put

their teeth back in their mouths. I guess I was NOT expected to

open the door. Please come in Sirs. My name is Beau and I

am Master Earl D.’s new slave. The first one looked at me and

opened his arms and enveloped me in a big bear hug and said,

“Welcome to the family boy!” and he had tears in his eyes. “I’m

Oscar” and the bigger one said, “Well, Goddamn it if HE gets

a hug so do I,” and he picked me up in his huge arms and swung

me around and set me down, looked me in the eye, then

offered his hand and said, “Beau I’m Billy! Indeed you are welcome to the family!” Then he looked at my crotch and

moved his hand toward it and looked up, “May I Son?”

“You don’t need to ask Sir.” And I hit parade rest and threw my

hips toward him. He gently felt my penis and then gently examined my low hanger. He whistled and said, their lovely Son.

“Thank you Sir.” Oscar was watching but said “I want to feel the

other end” I turned my back side to him an grabbed my ankles.

“Goddman Billy would you look at that, he’s already got him

training on a plug! Looks good Son let me take a quick feel.”

He pushed in on the base a little then said, “Billy he’s got it

seated all the way. Well you know Earl. If he’s gonna’ do it

it’s gotta be done right!”

About the time I raised up Master Earl came back into the living

room and God was he stunning. He had on a pair of leather

pants with cod piece, his knee high Wescos and a pure white

Mexican peasant shirt. It was a pull over that had an open V at

the neck and just showed off enough of his chest hair to be

drop dead handsome. At that moment I was the proudest I have

ever been to claim I belonged to someone as stunning looking

as this man even if I was only for the weekend.

“I see you’ve met my new slave-boy Beau!” He walked over an

kissed me on the forehead then put his arm around me.

“Darling,” Oscar said, “Why didn’t you tell us? You damn near

had to call the para-medics. Two old slaves almost had coronaries when this gorgeous young man-slave open the door for us. I asked Billy if we had the right address.”

“Yes you big beautiful Master, you know you can tell us anything.” Billy added.

“Well it’s a long story that you will hear today. But it’s best if

we tell it a bit at a time.”

“Master Earl may I ask Mr.Billy a question?”

Billy didn’t wait for Master Earl to reply , “Of course you can Son!” I still looked up at Master Earl and he nodded.

“Sir you look so much like a boyhood hero of mine and I carried

a picture of him hidden in my wallet seven years in Vietnam. His

name was Clancy McGee. Do you know him?” Billy shot a look at Master Earl “You put him up to this didn’t you?”

“You’ll learn the way I did. He’s polite, humble, but when he

comes out with something I’ve learned the hard way not to challange it because it comes from the heart! If he said he carried

your picture seven years in Vietnam you can take it to the bank!” Tears started running down Billys face as he said to me, “Son I am Clancey McGee!” He grabbed me and hugged me again and I told him, “Sir, you don’t know how many times I’ve had sex with you! I would jack off every night looking at pictures of you and thinking, God if I could just lay in that mans arms one night I wouldn’t have to go to heaven! And when I was in Nam I’d get your picture out and look at it and wonder what you were doing”

“Well Son I don’t know when I’ve ever had a better compliment.”

Master Earl smiled and said, “He seems to have that effect on a lot of people, me especially!”

“To be honest Sir. I still have that picture in my wallet.”

“Don’t look a me Billy! If he says he has it in his wallet it’s there!” “May I be excused Master and I’ll get it.” “Sure Son”

I went to the small bedroom and got my wallet from my levis

and walked back into the living room. Master Earl was making

Bloody Marys and asked if I wanted one. I declined.

I have stuff in my wallet I’ve had there for years. I looked in my

secret place under a leather flap that you wouldn’t notice if you

didn’t know it was there. I gently unfolded the precious piece

of paper and saw Clancy smiling at me. Billy had moved behind

me and was looking over my shoulder. “Well, God bless you, you

do still have it. Son, I’m just blown away” “ Me too Sir. But I still would love to spend one night in your arms. Only with ny good Master’s blessings of course. God brought us together for some reason.” Billy was just giddy, “Is he for real Master Earl?”

“The most real person your likely to meet in a while and he’s mine!” Master Earl smiled real big! “Well we couldn’t be

more thrilled.” “Well don’t get too thrilled yet. There are hurtles

we have to jump and we haven’t jumped across the broom yet!”

But we’re talking about it. Right slave!” “Yes Sir, Master.”

“Have you taken him to Jeb, Master Earl?”

“He knows Jeb already”

“Jeb’s opinion Sir?” Oscar asked.

“Natural” was all my Master said.

“I though so when I walked through the door” said Billy.

“Me too.” added Oscar.

“It’s not bad Son,” Oscar looked at me, “In fact it’s so much easier for us than it would be for someone else to become a slave.

We love you for wanting to explore that for yourself. You’re

in the right group of people to have family and a rewarding life.”

“Amen to that, said Billy. I was with the same Master for forty

years. And as far as we’re concerned don’t look any further, your

with the right Master now!”

“Thanks guys” Master Earl said to them,”You guys want to

get comfortable, feel free!”

“God!” Billy sounded exhasperated “We thought this was part

of your torture for us keeping us dressed! Come on bro.” Billy

nodded to Oscar. I sat my billfold on the bar and sat on a bar stool. Master Earl came and put his arm around me and spoke

in a low voice, “I am so proud of you I could rape you pretty ass right here in front of them. You scored some major points with

Billy with that picture! Way to go Beau.” “You’re my Master if

you wish to rape me I will struggle and put on a show for them.”

“You really would, wouldn’t you?” “I would not hesitate at your order Sir? What if they have strokes Sir?” Master Earl hooped and we both laughed. “Well though out slave! I agree!”

“You really made Billy’s day!”

“He’s made mine as well Master!”

The two men walked back in the room with no cloths. They were both buffed physically and no fat on them anywhere. There

was absolutely nothing between their legs. They were not the

least bit shy about it . The both walked over to Master Earl and

knelt before him. He offer the palm of his hand to each and

they each kissed a hand and then they leaned over and each one

kissed a boot. “Welcome good slaves to our home. We bid you

welcome and invite you to enjoy our home . You are safe within

this Master’s walls. You are offered all rights and privliges afforded to you with in this family. We hope you enjoy your stay.” And he offered each the back of his hand. They each

kissed a hand and guided it toward their forehead and left it there for only a moment. “Arise good slaves and enjoy!” I was stunned Not by their lack of equipement but by the ceremony. It was unbelievably touching. And I was even more proud of Master Earl as commanding and genunie as he was . He believed the words he said and they did too. It was fucking beautiful!

“Well we might as well get this over with!” said Billy

“Beau you’re a perfect gentleman not to stare but we wish

you would and ask us anything you want. We will answer

you as honestly as we can.”

“I’m not shy but I don’t have any right now. I’d love to get to know the both of you and I’ll find out what I need to know

as we get accuainted.” “ He’s not for real!” Oscar said

laughing. “Shut up Oscar! Of course he is! He’s a brother for Christ sake! Remember us, when we first met. We couldn’t believe each other was real.” “Good point! I apologize Beau, I was just kidding. Anyway, you knew that!” “Yes Oscar, no

apology necessary.” “Hey, Hey,Hey, guys can I get into this

conversation.” “Take a number , Master Earl,” Oscar said.

“It’s gonna’ be one of those day huh! I have a nice belt back down stairs with your name on it Oscar” Master Earl said laughing.

“Oh God!” Oscar put the back of his hand to the side of his mouth as if to whisper only to me but loud enough everyone could hear, “Please Beau start crying or tell him I truly hurt your

feelings. Anything! Work with me Kid but get me the feel of that belt!!”

We all roared with laughter and Master Earl hugged Oscar and

said, “Don’t ever change.” “ Not much chance of that, this old

tired slave with no Master!” Oscar said poignantly.

“I think,” said Billy “It’s going to be a fucking fantastic day!

We have much to be thankful for and celebrate. And you!”

Billy said holding his arms out at Master Earl “Look at you!

You have the glow of a prepubescent boy that just got his first blowjob.” We all laughed again!

“Beau will you give me a hand, you guys can grab something

too. You know I run and equal opportunity kitchen. We’ll

get this food to the deck and have brunch. We can talk while we eat!” Everybody grabbed something and we all walked

out into the beautiful California sunshine. Master Earl’s decks

were so private no one could see you if you walked around

nude like me , Billy and Oscar. I had not noticed in the dark

but on the third level was a pool. Then the Dungeon must

have been an old Pool changing room or cabana as their called.

It was a beautiful lay out and you could see forever. We had brunch. Oscar and Billy relaxed after a couple of Bloody Marys

and were just giddy. They both couldn’t ask me enough questions. I answered all their questions but when they began to ask about Nam, Master Earl came to my rescue. “Guys, Beau

didn’t have it too well over there and he can’t talk about it. He dosen’t wan’t to put you off he just can’t. Maybe someday he will. But I’m not going to push him.” They apologized and I assured them not to worry I just haven’t been able to talk about

it and I don’t know if I ever will but if I do, it will probably be Master Earl or Master Jeb. I can talk about bits and pieces but if

I get going I’m a vegatable for days afterward. It’s not pretty.

I’ve told Master Jeb a few things, he’s so easy to talk to. He’s like

talking to the Dad I never had.

“You love Jeb, Son?” Billy asked.

“He’s becoming important to me Sir and yes, I haven’t thought about it, but I do love him” I said quietly. Billy reached over and grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

“So do we Son, so do we!” he said in almost reverant tones.

Oscar nodded his head. “He’s been a saint to me”

Master Earl just raised his hand as if to say count me in. I got up to start carring plates and dishes in the house. Billy helped as

Oscar and Master Earl talked. We finished and Billy accidentally

knocked my wallet on the floor. Stuff from my wallet went

everywhere. Billy was apologizing and picking every thing up.

He came across an old photo of me and my buddy in Nam. Is this you, Beau? He asked “Yes Sir, me and a close buddy!” May I show this to Oscar and Earl Son?” “Sure Billy” I finished in

the kitchen and returned to my seat to finish my fruit.

“I don’t want to be overly dramatic but you both have to see

this picture. This is Beau and his buddy in Vietnam!”

They both looked at it and looked at Billy then looked at me.

Master Earl got white as a sheet for some reason. Billy said,

“You alright Earl!” “Yeah, we were gonn’a tell you two about

some weird stuff that happened last night that turned my head

around. Then this!

“Something wrong with my picture Master?”

“He really dosen’t know. That’s how he is! If he truly knew

you’d be able to tell......Let me ask you Son. Who is this

in the picture with you?”

“My buddy that caused my accident last night Master. David

Johnson! We were pretty close, well hell, we were lovers! I lost touch with him. I re-enlisted and did another four years. David

went home. We wrote for a while. I still have all his letters. I don’t know were he is now. I was a medic in Nam and had

stayed behind with the squad to save as many wounded as we could and we got ambused. We all ran off into the jungle and I

got separated from the army guys. I wandered in the swamp and jungle for a couple of days ‘til I found this dry cave under some brush. That evening I saw fires and thought it was our guys but

eased up to see. Well it was Charley and right in front of me

was a cage with the cutest small American G.I. I had seen in

Nam. He looked in my eyes and I put my finger to my lips for him to be quiet. It was a Cong POW holding camp. Makeshift job. They kept the guys in three foot square bamboo cages. When things got quiet I cut David out and we quietly made off to a cave I had found near there. I left him there and went back and got five more out before dawn. David got pretty scared, hell Master we all were, we were just fucking kids out of high school, and I started comforting him and one thing led to another and well........Master Earl was crying ‘Billy and Oscar had tears running down their cheeks.

“Did I say something wrong Master?” No Son not at all!

“He handed me the picture across the table. Was this the

guy you saw in the bedroom last night. NoSir! That little

guy was buffed out to the max. He was hot, Sir!” Billy and

Oscar still had tears running down their cheeks. Master got

up and told me to wait he’d be back in just a minute.

He returnd with two photos. He handed me one of a young

soldier in cam fatigues. It was David!

“That’s David Sir. Where’d you get this?”

Then he handed me another picture and it was the guy in

the bedroom last night.

“This is the guy in the bedroom last night. Master”

‘Look at the two pictures closely Beau.” I studied them for

a moment and David looked a little like the buffed out dude.

‘No! It couldn’t be! God wouldn’t do that to me. Wes WAS David! He had been within walking distance from me for several years. I broke down and Master Earl came to me, got on his

knees and hugged me and we all started to cry. I hurt all over. I was in anguish and I didn’t give a shit who knew. I have never

lost it that bad. I was a mess. We all migrated to sitting in the

middle of the deck with our arms around each other for comfort as if we shared a common unifying bond and so we did!

“But why David Johnson?” I said quietly directed to no one in particular.

“Remember I briefly told you about Walker Johnson who was Wes’s savior. He saved Wes from his Father. Wes used the Johnson name until he got out of Vietnam and then went back to his family name because he still loved his grandparent on his mothers side. They were who he was going ack to visit as well as the Johnson family. All through the military he went by the name David Johonson. Then he met Jeb and Jeb talked him into going back to his original name to heal old wounds. Jeb was right. It went a long way toward him finding his place in the world”

“But Master! Billy & Oscar are gonna think I’m a fruit cake. David came to me and made love to me last night! I wasn’t

making that up.” “God as my witness Son, I believe you!”

He breifly recounted the story to Oscar and Billy about me

being strapped down tight and him leaving me to marinate with

two quarts of water up my ass. “And when I came back he had

come all over the place. Like someone had been there and had

sex with him.” “ I came down a little to hard on him but wondered how the hell could he have come when his hands were

stapped down tight. I even checked to make sure! Then he

told how it happened. I believed him then and I certainly believe him now!”

“David told me something...”

“What that beau?” Master Earl asked

“Well when we were in Nam he taught me this mental trick where you can move outside your body and enter this safe room where there is no pain, discomfort, nor anxiety of any kind. And he always told me, if I needed him, to go to that room and he would find me. He told me about the fourth or fifth time his Dad nailed his cock to the porch that this shinning man came to him and showed him how to get to this room so he would not be in pain. When he demonstrated there in Nam, I could stick a hat pin through his hand and he wouldn’t feel it. I never did that! It’s just that if you did he wouldn’t feel a thing.

Anyway, he taught me to go there and once or twice when we

really had some killer weed he would take me there. We would make love, oh God, the sweetest love, and he would bring

me back and I would insist it was all a pot induced lucid dream.

But I would have come in my pants. David wouldn’t because he

couldn’t. I think his penis was to fucked up from what his old

man had done to him. That didn’t stop him from letting me

have my way with him. I’m sorry Master, but it was sweet.

The sweetest love I’ve ever known!” And I broke down and cried

again. “I’m sorry Master Earl I know this must be painful for you to hear. It was before you knew him as Wes.”

“Beau, forget me, forget us, forget them, let it out. Say what ever

you heart tells you. Nothing you say could damage the feelings

I have for you at this moment. I’m sure that goes for Billy &

Oscar too!” “Double it Beau” Oscar said quietly.

Oscar got up and said, I need a drink! Billy and Master Earl held their hands up to Oscar. “O.K. and Beau you’re getting

one too whether you want it are not. You need to calm down

and were here to listen and help. What’dya drink Son!”

“Anything with Vodka.” Master Earl told him. Now how did he

know that. I haven’t had a drink since I’ve been here. Ah, yes, he

asked Master Jeb because he wanted to have available what I drank. Very nice of him. I like him better every hour too.

“You know,” said Master Earl, “Wes rarely spoke of Vietnam

but I remember every time hid did it was always in context of

his buddy.......Oh my God!.......his buddy Beau that saved his

life! It just came back to me. He said this Beau taught him to read and write poetry. He said he fell very much in love with him! He was like a big brother he never had. He said if it hadn’t been for you he never would have made it through. He said you

re-enlisted and he came home. He tried for years to find you.

He desparately wanted me to meet you.” He paused for a moment. “Then I was right last night! He’s somehow managed

to get us together and the rest is up to us.”

“Well, I was in such discomfort last night, “I’m sorry Son I’m starting you off a little rough but please remember I haven’t been a Master for three years now,” I’m not complaining Master I wanted to please you and I just knew I wasn’t going to make it unless I could remember what David had taught me. All of a sudden this hand appears out of no where and grabs my soul or that part of me that can leave my body and pulled me into the room. It was David! It was so good to see him. He told me he was dead but he wasn’t going to desert me because I had saved his life . If I hadn’t he never would have found the one true love of his life and for that he would alway be greatful. He never told me about you Master. I guess he thought we’d figure it out.”

“Then that was David that listened to me last night all buffed out. Damn he looked good but he didn’t tell me he was David. He didn’t tell me his name but I knew I knew him.” But this time we were all sitting on the deck and I was leaning up against Master Earl and he had his arms around me his hands resting in my lap. Oh I forgot something.”What’s that Beau” “Wes said for you to go to your desk. Open the pencil drawer near the top feel along the left hand side there is a button. Press it and a secret drawer will open. You will find some things there for the both of us.”

Excited we all followed Master Earl to his office. With the pencil drawer pulled out Master Earl felt up underneath, “It’s here I can feel it, here goes” he pressed the button and a drawer popped open right under the top of the desk. You wouldn’t know it was there it was so well disguised. In the drawer was two envelopes with Master Earl’s name hand printed on each as Officer & Master Earl D. Shaw. He held the envelopes up for me to see, “Does the title ring a bell Beau?” He asked.

“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed “Officer Masters!”

“We’ll explain later.” Master said to Billy and Oscar.

The two envelopes to Master Earl were marked differently.

One had no instructions which we assumed could be opened

now. The second said to only be opened in the presence of

Master Jeb Henshaw.

There was an envelope addressed to Master Jeb Henshaw.

There was a letter size envelope and a large one that felt like

it contained a small book. My complete name Andrew Beaureguard James Jr. was handprinted in David’s/Wes’s

handwriting.

I ripped open the envelope and pulled the bookout. It was a hand written volume of poetry entitled “Slave’s Song” I had

taught David how to write poetry in Nam and he started a

journel there. But this was remarkable. It far surpassed his teacher. The words were liquid metaphors that jumped off the page at me as I read several of the cantos. “Guys this

is the stuff of genius!”, I declared. Most of it was extremely personal that Master Earl related to . But he was moved to tears by a coulple of simple lines that referred to him as being the keeper of Wes’s soul.

Billy and Oscar were fit to be tied. “Do you realize the ramifications of all this ?” I looked at him and said, “Why do you think you’re here Billy?!”

“What do you mean Beau?” Billy asked.

“To be an observer! Would you have believed this if you hadn’t been here to witness it, and I can’t believe you’re here by accident, so logic dictates you have a greater role to play in all this or Wes you and Oscar were pretty close.”

“We were close. He shared many things with Oscar and me.”

“To play any kind of role right now, couldn’t make me happier I’ve become so staid since George died. I don’t know what to do with myself. When you’ve had a Master tell you everthing to do for forty years, you miss that direction. I never had to think for myself. All I had to do was take care of George and pleasure him anyway I could. That’s the only thing in life I every really did well and it’s only because he had the patients to take a kid off the streets of Hollywood and train him how to please him. I knew what I was getting into. He never once lied to me. He was always up front with me. I miss him terribly!” Billy started to cry and Oscar and I were comforting him.

“Well, I menioned to you a while ago I didn’t think our meeting was a fluke. I think we have come together for some reason. It’s too perfect you being my childhood hero and meeting today.

What are the chances or the odds of that happening. They must

be astronomical against such a thing. What are the chances Master Earls deceased slave was my buddy in Nam.

What are the chances I met Master Jeb . Spooker yet is meeting

Master Earl. He pulled me over for speeding on my bike then

ended up escorting me to Master Jeb place with flashing lights and siren, the whole nine yards. I used to think we had free will

and I still do except now I am convinced that friends, loved ones, relatives watch over us and are capable of guiding us in certain directions toward a certain goal that they feel would be good for us. We still have the choices to say yea or ney but we may be more highly influence by the spirits of loved ones than anyone may ever have expected. It all seems just too neat. It’s bringing all the parts of the puzzle together but it seems to be nailing home a point that maybe I’m missing or don’t want to see.

“Well hell! Maybe it’s becuause I’m the simplest one here but it seems obvious to me. He loved the two of you and wanted the two of you to get together. So far he’s done pretty damn well, I’d say!” “Then what about self will and two people falling in love without help.” “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth Beau,” Oscar continued, “Wes, if you’re listening I like mine about

6'4", doesn’t have to be good looking or rich, just demanding as hell with a very large whip, and a 14 inch cock that only wants to fuck a eunuch!!” We all laughed, Oscar was funny but partially serious.

“I lived as a total slave to a man that made all the decision for me and him and thank God I had the sense enought to let him. I wouldn’t be anybody today with out George all these years. He left me well off and able to do anything I please. Free will? No thanks I rather have my Master back telling me what to do.

I ‘m sometime misrable without him If it wasn’t for Master Earl, Master Jeb and several others, Oscar and I would have driven off a cliff somewhere.” Lamented Billy again.

“Well you guys looked after me when Wes was killed....so it works out. I’ll never forget what the family did for me. I’d like Beau to experience that too. I don’t think Jeb had told him too much about the family and it’s best I don’t ‘cause he enters training under Jeb in three weeks.”

“Oh Beau, I wish I were you, and could go through it again. I was one of Master Jebs first group of slaves he trained and let me

tell you. Don’t resist the man. You will fall deeply in love with

him and you will think your heart is going to brake when you have to say goodbye. But you will survive. You will never stop loving the man. And as time goes by you’ll realize you never really said goodbye. He’s a constant influence in your life. I haven’t ever stopped loving him.” Billy said “Me neither” said Oscar. “Count me in on that one” said Master Earl.

“Is Beau going to be put on the market or have you issued a claim for him to be sold directly to you?”Oscar asked.

“I haven’t felt Jeb out yet, well hell, Beau and I only met about a

week ago, feels like I’ve know him half my life though, so we really haven’t had time to sort out the details. I know better than to interfere with Jeb’s training. Beau contracted to enter training the same day I gave him a ticket for speeding on his bike. I would not issue a claim on Beau as it is Jeb’s intention to put

him on the market, I think! It would not be good ethics for me to do that. To be honest, I wouldn’t really like to think about claiming Beau until he finishes training.” Oscar and Billy agreed. “I know too many Master’s that thought they could train their own slave. To hell with buying one. Wrong move! They have to be trained by an impartial third party that lays out the non variable basics for them. Then when a Master buys them he can add his own discipline and training to further mould the slave to be what he needs. But they are forever imprinted by Jeb’s training. As you know it is powerful and remains with you all your life. Just as they are, his slaves, fresh out of training, can be a joy to any man that buys one even if he doesn’t want to spend too much time training them himself. You go to any function the group has and you can immediately tell the self-trained slaves as opposed to a third party approach like Jebs. He says Beau is the last one. He’s retiring after Beau. He said he was only taking Beau on because he felt he was special. “Who will do the training then?” “Well, he’s bringing several trainers along. The only problem is they’re Masters and he insists that they go through the same training as the slaves to understand what they must teach and what they must not teach”. “Sounds reasonable to me but then I’m a slave” said Oscar. “No, Oscar, you’re right and I’ll tell you why.”“Remember the trip I took to Europe several years before I met Wes. I was just a hit and miss top not knowing what I wanted nor why. I didn’t go to Europe. I entered Master Jeb training as a slave for three months. I asked him to train me as a Master. He refused! Said the only way I would become a stable Master and learn what I wanted and what I didnt want was to take his traning as a lslave for three months. Because I had to see through the eyes of a slave to ever be a competent Master. I’ll tell you this, If I had not gone through with it I would never have been able to handle Wes, nor this young man. I never told Wes and this is the first time I have told anyone because of stupid fears of people not understanding. I know who I am and I couldn’t have said that fifteen years ago unless I had submitted to Master Jeb. And yes, when he and I are alone together out of a deep love and respect for him I call him Master Jeb! I know he loves me! He has never told me but proven it over and over again to me. And I think he is proud of me as a Master. He has defered to me on several contentions within the group because he felt my position was correct. He asks my opinion on many issues, doen’t always follow my advice, but I’m flattered that he even asks. That being said I don’t have the least bit of fear of Beau having any negative thoughts about that admission. He

would still consider being my slave! Right Son?”

“That’s a retorical question isn’t it Master because you all ready

know the answer!” “Yes I do my slave!” and he grabbed me and

hugged me. Billy and Oscar chortled and clucked.

“What about me Beau now that you know the guy you jacked off to all those years didn’t have a cock and balls when those pictures were taken. Would you still want to spend a night in my arms?” “More that ever Billy! With my Masters permission of course, name the night and I still would not have to go to heaven after that night! Look at you! I don’t know your age but the bod

is still there and well if you think I’m shitin’ you throw you’re

ass in a bed, get Master’s permission, and I’m yours for the

evening. I’d do anything to or for you! And not to leave Oscar out I’d spend the next one with him, Master willing!” Billy and Oscar couldn’t get their arms aound me fast enough. “Now it’s my turn to ask you Billy, may I” “Well of course you can silly!” I looked at Master Earl and he gave me an O.K. permission nod, a smile, and a wink. “I saw you ask Earl’s permission slave!” Billy said teasing. I think the handsome slave-boy’s smitten Oacar.”

I just laughed as I began to feel his smooth front. It was so hot! “Well, Beau, that’s the best compliment I’ve had since your last one!”“Everyone laughed at me blushing because my dick was sticking straight out and dripping!” “You can all ways tell if a man is lying to you that way.” said Oscar.

I felt underneath Billy, my cock getting harder, and scratched

lightly. Billy went nuts but wouldn’t move away. I stopped and

he looked at me and my dick and turned to Earl. Please Master

Earl consider letting your slave keep his, it is so handsome.

“We haven’t even discussed that but I would guess Beau has

a pretty good fix on me. He knows, first of all, I will not accept

any more slave clauses with a contract. It will be in our contract that it is my right to have any body modifications I see fit except limb amputations and shit like that. Further more I make no promises one way or another. You wouldn’t buy a pet and sign a clause that says, even though you own him, you may not have him nutered. That is his owner’s decision, not his! I feel the same way about Master/slave contracts. If I pay to purchase another man that has agreed to total slavery then he has given up that right. I have thought this out and I make no apologies for my convictions. Others may feel differently that’s fine! If I buy him that decision becomes mine! However, I would be honest with my new slave. Don’t acknowledge my claim if he has a probem with that. I may take him the first night and have eveything removed. But if I do, I do not expect to hear any whimpering or Kings-X from him because it will not be a game.

If I want it done, it will be done even over his protest. He can hate me or thank me later. But it will be done! I may choose not

too, but he should not gamble on my goodness. I might wake up

some morning and look at him and think, “He doesn’t need those anymore I think I’ll have them removed today! And it will be done!” As you know I have a side that can be very demanding. He will know it is a possibility when and if he decides to acknowledge my claim. That point has become a stumbling block for a lot of Master/slave relationships and it will not be with us. I am very fond of Beau right now but he knows I will not be swayed to reconsider my position! If I make a claim for him and he decides to acknowledge that claim there will absolutely be no misunderstanding: By acknowledging my claim he is saying to me in essence, I give my trust to you along with my body to become your possession, you own me body and soul. If that is understood then he must also understand that he will trust me in all things! Otherwise it is meaningless to me. Or at best we become lovers and Master/slave in name only. I can find that in any leather bar in L.A. I don’t need to pay money for it! Beau will know if it comes to be, he will be my property. Just like my truck, bike or any other possession. I can’t and won’t have it any other way! It’s also not fair to him. If he is seeking control through consensual slavery don’t play at it, do it and graciously accept the consequesces. I think I know Beau well enough all ready to know he won’t have any problem with that!He is coming to realize that for his emotional security and the acceptance he’s looking for will settle for nothing less in a Master than total control! He will trust me in all things! Likewise, I learned from Jeb’s training, I have an unwritten responsibility to him. I would never take him to the Dungeon when I might be angry with him for something. I would not consider having him nutered because I wanted to get back at him or as a weapon of fear. I learned from Jeb a slave most wants to serve his Master from joy not fear.

I was so stunned by his strength of convictions that all fears about that issue vanished and I fell to his feet and kissed each boot and said in a loud strong voice, “If you had that contract in your hand I would gladly sign it right now Master. With Billy and Oscar as your witness’s if you find me worthy to claim I will acknowledge your claim proudly and have no problem signing your contract. My body and my life will be given over to your complete trust. I will transfer my control to your ownership. I want no one to ever say that Beau is not truly your property! If losing my genitals is

the proof you need to show the world then have it done with my blessing. I had not thought of how I would feel if the subject came up but I’m glad it did and you are beginning to know me pretty well. You are correct Master, with you, I would not consider entering your service under any other circumstances. Until this moment I have never considered the passion of these relationships. I now realize to be content in a relationship with you I must give you total control, nothing less. Not only for your sake but for mine as well! For me, I will be serious about becoming your total slave, and your strong position tells any slave it is not a game with you! If you need proof of my sincerity I will expect to lose them the first night. I will understand it is to be done because you want it done. I will not expect nor need further explaination. It will be enough for your slave to know it pleases you. If you want them, I understand, you paid for the entire package, they are yours to take! There will be no whimpering nor begging for you to reconsider. I will go proudly under the knife and cope with the loss in good spirits. I will not display anger nor hatred toward you for your decision. Furthermore, if you decide it is to be done I do not expect you to discuss it with me before hand. It is your decision and I don’t need to know. Besides, if you scheduled to have it done with no word to me it says to me you feel comfortable enough with our agreement and your role of ownership that you might feel free with no guilt to order me to submit willingly with out further discussion. So you know now and will not have to explain it to me again I will sign a contract with no misunderstanding that you very well may want to have them removed.” Then I kissed each of his boots again to seal my statement. Master Earl pulled me up to his face and kissed me passionately. “Beau if I wanted them this minute, you would lay across the table and hand me the knife.” “Yes Master I would!” Oscar and Billy clapped and yelled, “Well done slave-boy , well done”. “A natural if we ever saw one”, they agreed Perhaps I was! I meant every thing I said to Master Earl and I would sign that contract to be his slave tomorrow. I looked into his eyes and they were watering up.

“Master’s don’t cry Master Earl” I said joking

“The hell they don’t!” Said Oscar, “The real ones do, the wannabes don’t!”

“How long will you be in training Beau.”

“I don’t really know, Master Jeb told me he would not put me up for sale until I came to him and told him I was ready. So I just don’t know.” “Took me three months” said Billy, “Took me six months said Oscar but I had some major hang ups.”

“Beau do you want to take this letter to Master Jeb” Master Earl

asked.

“No Sir. I will if you order me to, but I feel it might be better if you presented him with it. I may need a little back up here to be

creditable.”

“That’s a good point Son. I think I’ll call and have him over for breakfast tomorrow morning. You guys are staying over, right?”

“Are you kidding? And miss what’s happening next? Hardly? Yes

we’ll be staying if I have to sleep in the damn car.” Billy said.

“Is Beau alway this full of surprises Master Earl?” Oscar asked.

“So far he’s averaged two every four hours” Everyone laughed.

“And we still haven’t even told you about last night.” Master Earl added.

I opened my envelope and there was a letter to me and a photo. The photo was a duplicate of the one I had and I passed it around. I read the letter out loud,

Dear Beau,

If you are reading this I have probably passed on. Here is a book

of my Poetry. It is my gift to you for having taught me the craft.

I have never shown it to anyone, not even my Master! Do with it as you will. They are very personal and are about two people: You and my Master.

This letter was in a sceret drawer in his desk that he didn’t know about. I have left a letter with the information about the hidden drawer with Master Jeb Hinshaw with instructions not to divulge this information until you have a chance to explore your need for control in a Master/slave relationship. Don’t hate me for suggesting to you that you need to find out about that part of your personality. Nothing may come of this but I pray you find happiness. Take a good look at my Master and ask yourself if you could serve and live your life to please this man. He needs someone exactly like you and you need someone exactly like him. Show him this letter and both of you sit down and talk.

He was the love of my life and I wanted to make sure he had

some happiness if I am gone. He was wonderful to me and I

was not really a good slave for him. He is a big handsome man, and as you know I am a runt. I was an emotional cripple and he

nursed my soul back to health. I would trust him with my life!

However, I still can’t tell him I love him. I can write it in a letter. But I can’t tell him to his face although he is the greatest love of my life! Didn’t matter to him, he loved me unconditionally. You would be his prize! I just know it! You are capable of unconditional love. I know, you loved me and always unconditionally! Who could help love you?

You will do anything for any one who needs you and all I’ve

ever seen you ask is appreciation and respect. With Master Earl

you would have that and so much more! Your cake and eat it too!

You would find an answer for your almost pathological need

to serve. I loved you and I know he will too. Before you can do that though you must learn to become a slave. You are a Natural!

You’ll learn more about that later. Ask Master’s friend Billy. Ask Master, he will put you in touch with Master Jeb, the slave trainer. He is a wonderful man. I still love him very much. Take his training, acknowledge Master Earl’s claim on you if he finds you worthy to become his slave, and begin a new life. A new way of living. You won’t be sorry you did! I will never be far from you, thank you for my life,

I will alway love you,

David (Wes)

I broke down again and there wasn’t a dry eye in the house!

Master Earl opened his letter and passed it to Billy to read

a loud. He said he didn’t think he could show as much strength

as I did reading mine.

My Dearest Master, owner, keeper of my heart, caretaker of

my soul, possessor of all my love (Yes, all of those things!)

If you’re reading this I have probably passed on. I have not

left you by any choice of my own. Please believe that! Neither

would I ever consider breaking my sacred bond to you. You

have been the single most important person in my adult life.

I love you like I have loved no other. Funny, I can write it,

but I wonder if I will ever be able to say it to you. I have come to an understanding of why and will explain later in this letter. You have overlooked that inadequacy in me. You knew from the

night you took me to dinner I fell in love with you. You were so good looking I could hardly say anything all evening. I thought anything I might say is going to sound stupid. I told you that shit about not being for you so I would not be

disappointed when you didn’t make a claim for me. Then to my

amazement you made a claim for me. Me, who had nothing to offer a man who had everything. I thought, well he just wants me

for a domestic slave but I’ll try to please him.

Then when I came to live with you, I fell more in love with you

but it seemed like I couldn’t do enough for you to notice me. I wanted to be happy being your domestic slave but I was weak. I got so lonely!

That’s why I was crying myself to sleep every night. The greatest

single moment in my life was when you motioned for me

to share your bed that night. It was an act of supreme compassion. It was an act of love. Your love has been unconditional and for that I love you even more. There is

none other like you. There IS, however, someone I want you

to try to find for the both of us. You remember me speaking of

my buddy in Vietnam. His name is Andrew Beaureguard James,

Jr.. I don’t think I told you how we met but Beau cut me out

of a cage the Cong had me in and helped me and five or six other

guys excape to a nearby cave. He saved our lives. I was so afraid that night he held me and comforted me and we ended up making the sweetest love in front of six other guys. They never

said a word. We didn’t hold back either! Beau fucked the snot

out of me as they watched. It was almost like they were grateful for the entertainment. They all beat off while we were “plunged into a vortex of unmentionable passion.” (Read that one time in one of those fifty cent fuck books)We finally got back to our division but it took us about a month. A lot happened to demoralize us but Beau was strong for all of us. He would not listen to complaining nor negative talk. We were going to make it or he was going to beat the holy shit out of each of us. (He could have too!) We almost became more afraid of Beau than we were Charlie. He knew what he was doing and got us all back safely. Every man that was with us fell in love with him and me. No one questioned our love. All defended and protected us. To them, it seemed like the only thing that made an iota of sense in that hell hole was our love. I still love him. It does not deminish the love I have for you. You know that anyway!

My point in all this is Beau is meant to be your next slave! Don’t morn for me too long. It hurts me to think you might! You have so much to give and even more to demand of a really fine slave. I was so blinded by your beauty I was bananas most of the time. I apologize for not being a better slave. In my defense, you spoiled me rotten! If I don’t make it to heaven it will be O.K.! My time

with you was enough to sustain my soul for an eternity.

My greatest wish is for you to find another slave that will bring

you the dedication and admiration you so richly deserve. That’s

why you must find Beau. He has the heart of a slave. I have seen

him do things for the least of men and all he asked is their appreciation and respect. He has been highly decorated for

bravery but threw the last four Purple Hearts away. He was and

is embarrassed by such. I don’t think he realizes his deep need

to serve others will never bring him happiness until he under-stands where he belongs. He belongs by your side. A strong

loving heart, a lovable clown, and more tender, understanding,

giving love you will never find. You were the physical and emotional pinacle of love for me in this life; however, for your

sake, I must tell you Beau was the most tender, gentle, sweetest,

love I have ever known. I know you will feel the same.

If you find him please introduce him to Master Jeb. He will

show him the way. I have left him information about Beau and

just know in my gut my judgment of Beau being a Natural born salve will turn him into a blood hound. I’ve also explained to him why I want him to look for Beau. It is for you! He may find him before you do but if you ever loved me, and I have no doubt, please, Master, make an effort. You wont be sorry you did!

There are a couple of things I have purposly left undone that will

be taken care of by Master Jeb. The other envelope is for you

but please surrender it to Master Jeb until certain things come to

pass. Please honor my memory and grant me this indulgance, Master! It is for you and Beau I spin my web.

I know it is possible to grieve for someone a long time. I won’t

be so indelicate to sugguest not to morn for me but there will

come a time when you must set grief aside. I want, with all my heart, for you and Beau to bond in a Master/slave relationship. To do that you must let me go! If it comes to pass there will be no containing my spirit. I will dance all over God’s heaven, that is, if he needs a slightly spoiled slave!

Beau once criticized a poem of mine and said “Brevity, brevity,

brevity! See how much you can say with the least amount of

words.” I have rewritten this letter four times and it can’t be any briefer to say what I wanted to say. I just hope you can see the

love coming through the words. I can write to you of the great

love I’ve had for you but telling you is ......but you have forgiven me a thousand times for that when I know there were tender moments you really needed to hear it. God, as my witness, I felt it and wanted to shout the words but they would not come. The harder I tried the more difficult it became. So you needed this letter to confirm what you knew all ready knew.

There was a conflict within me because of the clause I stupidly

insisted be in your contract. To tell you I loved you meant I

was, for that moment, your equal, to impress you of the importance, to me, of the words. But I really didn’t think it out.

My greatest fear after we bonded was that for even one moment,

the length of time to utter the words, I would not be your slave.

I never wanted to ever consider for even that length of time I

was not your slave. I came to realize and accept I was not your

equal by choice and I was so grateful for having made that choice

I couldn’t betray it for a moment. That’s what you meant to me! I could write the word I love you a hundred times but it will never express the love that story tells. In my heart I will alway be your slave and I know you feel the same. But there is much room in that big strong heart of yours to share your life with another.

Have Beau read you some of my poems some quite evening.

They are unabashed love poems to the both of you. And you know what,

“I DID trust you Master!” It took great strength and love

to order me to do that. You turned my life around and taught

me to stop feeling sorry for myself. I am grateful and you never gave me reason to doubt you for even a moment. I am still your humble and loving slave.

Please Master, forgive me for leaving you!

I will always love you,

Your slave forever,

Wes

Everyone was dead quite for several minutes and then we all broke down again almost at the same time. We had been through

an emotional ringer. We needed to get away from the heaviness.

“Master could I have your permission to get drunk?”

“Only if we can join you!” Everyone laughed and we went to

the kitchen for another drink. Master Earl excused himself to

call Master Jeb to invite him to breakfast the following morning.

I was left to talk to Billy and Oscar who were a gog with what

had happened and the content of Wes’s letters. How he had planned this and damn if it may well come true.

Master Earl dialed Jeb’s number,

“Hello” It was Jeb.

“Good evening Jeb this is Earl”

“Well, it’s good to hear your voice. How’s my favorite

graduate?” Jeb laughed at his joke.

“Thank you for that Master Jeb! I’m fine! Haven’t been

finer in a while.”

“You know, of all people, I am thrilled to hear that, but tell

me, my Son, what has brought you such joy?”Jeb chided.

“Well, for one, a beautiful young man who is humble, courteous,

and enough good words to sound like the definition of a Boy Scout that makes me laugh and has a big heart, the heart of a slave. A Natural slave!”

“I’d say that pretty well sums up my new initiate, Beau!”

“Thank you for allowing him to come here this weekend. It has

meant a great deal to me. I’m grateful.”

“I thought you might find him interesting!”

“Interesting! That Kid has had me on an emotional roller coaster

since he got here and none of it was his fault!”

“Not to be indelicate but I might guess you both were exorcising

some ghosts!”

“Yeah! We were, but the ghost won! And I can’t say I’m sorry. It has been a great release that you must hear about. That’s why I’m

calling to invite you to brunch tomorrow about 11:00 if your

free.”

“Well I’d really enjoy that. Can I bring anything?”

“Just that georgeous body of yours!”

“By your command! Master Shaw!” Jeb said laughing

“Billy and Oscar are here for the evening and they would

love to see you! So would Beau and I. We have some very

strange, wonderful, miraculous things to tell you!”

“That Beau and Wes were lovers in Vietnam?”

“Damn, you knew all along!”

“Yes Earl, but I was sworn to secrecy until certain things

happened and I knew from your hedging that they had.

It will be wonderful to finally talk to you about it”

“I should have known the Master of us all would know.

And you know, I have no problem with that. Things are

evolving as they should. I don’t want to rush any of it.”

“We’ll talk tomorrow. Thanks for calling.”

“Good night Master!”

“Good night my fellow Master! Sleep well with your

new slave tonight!”

“Thank you Jeb!” Earl said quietly.

Earl put the phone down and stopped for a minute. He thought

how fortunate he was to have a friend like Jeb and once was embarrassed he had gone through slave training although Jeb had never told a soul. Your greatest fear was not that someone would

find out you went through it, you were afraid they would find

out you enjoyed it and fell in love with Master Jeb like every

other slave. I’m not afraid any more to admit I still love him!

Master Earl returned to the kitchen where we were well on our

way to happy time. He looked thoughtful yet relieved.

“How is Master Jeb” Billy asked.

“He’s fine and he’ll join us tomorrow for brunch.”

“Something wrong Master?” I asked.

“Well, things keep getting stranger and stranger. I told him that

we had some miraculous things to tell him and he answered, “That Beau and Wes were lovers in Vietman?” There were noticable gasps from the three of us.

“Then from the letter to you Master Earl, Wes had set

Master Jeb on the trail looking for Beau.” Oscar deducted.

“Then that means Master Jeb and my meeting was not random.

He came to the bar looking for me. Now I remember the door

boy told me an older fine looking gentleman had been asking

about me.”

“Is that upsetting to you Beau?” Billy asked.

“Not in the least as a matter of fact I am deeply moved that some

one, Wes, Master Jeb thought enough of me to drop their nets

to find me. I’m overwhelmed and flattered.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that.” said Billy

“Beside the result would be the same either way. I feel more

certain every day that I am making the right decision and after

my time with Master Earl it is chiseled in granite.”

“Are you tired my slave-boy?” Master asked putting his arms around me and kissing me on the forehead.

“I’m emotionally exhausted.” I said laying my head on his big chest.

“Well how would you like to retire with your Master and relax in

his arms?”

“That sounds wonderful Master but we have guest to think of.”

“We’re going to bed too, Beau, so don’t worry about us. Which

bedroom Master?”

“You guy bunking together? There’s enough bedrooms for separate. Two upstairs, one larger down.”

“We’ll camp in the two uppers if that’s all right?”

“There are clean sheets on the beds and towel in the night stands

Have a good night and we’re glad you are here.”

“Thanks Master Earl, we wouldn’t have missed this for the world and I would wish you a good night but why carry coals to Newcastle.” Oscar said then laughed.We all huged each other and

Master Earl took me by my leash and gently led me to his bed.

We got to the bedroom and I was a vegatable. He went to take

my collar off and I asked if he would mind leaving it own.

He kissed me and said he would.

“Now take your boots and chaps off.” I didn’t respond.

He dropped to his knees in front of me and put one of my heavy

boots on his upper leg and started undoing them. I became

aware of what he was doing and got embarrassed.

“No Master, please I can do that!”

“Quiet slave! Sit there and let your Master take your boots off.”

“Yes Master!” And tears started running down my face.

“I’m sorry Master?”

“Listen to me slave! That’s enough! Stop that! You have not failed

me! I am doing something for you because I choose to and will

from time to time. You need my help right now! I may be rusty as a Master but I know how to be humane.” He had my boots off and stood me up and took off my chaps. He snapped his

fingers at the bed and I instantly hit the position. He had a towel

in his hand and popped out my plug. Then made sure I was clean.

“Get in bed Son, I’m going to check on our guest and I’ll be right

back.”

“Yes Master.”

He returned after a few minutes and I watched the most beautiful man in the world slowly undress in front of me. Then he was

naked and I marveled how he looked more beautiful without

clothes. Yes, losing my genitals would be a small price to pay to be owned by the most handsome man on the west coast. I found

myself thinking about how it might feel. As long as I could please

him what the hell did I care.

He crawled in bed next to me and invite me into his arms. He didn’t have to ask twice. “If every day is like this one slave, there’

will never be a dull moment!”

“I hope not Master” And reached up to kiss him under his chin.

“Beau, I am really taken with you! Oh fuck that, I’m falling in love with you! I never could beat around the bush!”

“You amaze me Master!”

“How’s that Son?”

“Your not afraid to lay it on the line and neither am I. I know where I stand with you and don’t have to second guess. So you

don’t have to second guess me I am very much in love with you.

What I said earlier in front of Oscar and Billy I meant. If you

make claim for me I will acknowledge it with absolutely no

reservations nor hesitation understanding and accepting your contract as it is presented to me to sign. I only hope it works out.”

“I have faith it will. You know what you need slave?” “Master said kissing me behind the ear.

“Yes sir I do. I know what would really relax me right now.”

“Well I’d be happy to relax you Son. I could use a little bit

of relaxing too. How about a long slow gentle deep fucking?”

“I’d really appreciate that Master. It always makes me feel better

to have you inside of me. Let me get around here to get some

spit on you.” I started lathering him up and smelled the leather he had been wearing and his clean male persperation. I got carried away and cleaned his hariy balls. They tasted so good

I almost couldn’t stop but I knew he needed my butt. I spit some

more on it and returned to my position in front of him. He

didn’t asked if I was ready: he took control and took my ass in

one strong swift stroke. The only way a Master should take his

slave. Damn this was the icing on the cake. He was true to his

word and gave me the sweetest long, slow deep fucking I had

ever had . We heard whispering and Master turned away from

me and spoke,

“Are you boys lost, have a bad dream or just want to watch.”“

“Oh Hell, Billy be honest with him!”’

“We just wanted to watch for a minute.” Billy said.

“We come on in and make yourselves comfortable and enjoy watching me fuck my slave.”

“You’re a good Master, Master Earl” Said Oscar.

“I can see Beau doesn’t mind either” Billy giggled

“Damn!” I said, “My cock gives me away every time”

“Feeling all right Son?” “You don’t know how good it feels”

“Could you give me a couple more of those good, long, slow, deep ones Master, they really relax your slave.”

“Glad to slave. This fuck is for you slave.”

Billy and Oscar sat on the floor to get the best view of Master Earls big cock working slowly in my ass. I would some time push

back with my hips and slide down the shaft on my own to meet

his gentle thrust.

“Well Master Earl I don’t think your going to have to do a hell

of a lot of training on this one. Looks like he’s pretty good at

using that little pussy.” Billy really said Oscar just watch and

enjoy. “You guys are welcome” I said “I’m so proud to have this

Master inside me he could erect bleachers and sell tickets and I

would be happy. He feels so good I don’t mind anyone watch’n

his slave play catcher for him.” Master nuzzled me behind the neck. I forgot about Billy and Oscar and allowed myself to drift

on a gentle sea being lightly move with the undulating motion

of the waves. The next thing I knew I woke up and Oscar and

Billy had gone. Master Earl was breathing softly behind me with

his dick solidly lodged in my ass. I didn’t want to wake him so

I wiggled my butt down further on him. He woke for a moment

took one long slow deep stroke in my ass and nibbled on my ear.

He locked his arms around me and sunk it just a little deeper.

I looked up and whispered,

”I love you Master” He hooked his square jaw on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. He pulled almost all the way out and slowly sunk his big tool all the way to the base,

“What did that say to you slave?”

“That my Master loves his slave.”

“Exactly!”

“I have fallen in love with my new slave.”

“Now go to sleep slave”

“Master?”

“Yes slave?”

“Could I have just one more?”

“Sure Son.”

“Ooooaaahhh, Thank you Sir.”

“Good night Son.”

“Good night Master.”

End Part VI

Waddie Greywolf

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