THE TIES THAT BIND 2. ~ Big Jim: Homo Giganticus

II~ BIG JIM: HOMO GIGANTICUS

I could hear a pair of big motorcycle boots coming down the hall and looked as the biggest Goddamn man I had ever seen in my life walked into the room. I couldn't decide if he was good looking or butt ugly. Big Jim's face was craggy and rugged.

His nose had been broken several times and lay somewhat flat. He reminded me of the way Charles Bronsen ruggedness gave him sex appeal.

He walked with a lumbering gait and reminded me of a Neanderthal. Somewhat like a pro wrestler. Broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hips. He had huge hands and huge feet. He wore the biggest pair of knee high Wesco engineer boots I had ever seen. They must have been 18EEE's. His head was either shaved or he was completely bald. He had fierce grey eyes and had a mean look about him. Big Jim had a full beard and neatly trimmed mustache. It was strawberry blond. He had a ridge above his eyes that joined together in the middle. He eyebrows grew thick and almost grew together. Big Jim stood about 6'8" and every inch a man.

I wondered what secrets this huge man hid beneath his levis. I couldn't take my eyes off his boots. He looked like he was born to wear them. O.K. I decided, he's not the best looking man I'd ever seen but he was definitely not ugly. His sheer size was enough to make me fantasize some very nasty thoughts. I would have eaten a yard of his shit just to find out where it came from! Damn he was a hot man! He had some self assured wild animal attraction about him than made me want to scratch behind my ears with my foot.

"Woah!" Big Jim said looking right at my extended belly. He had a deep bass-baritone voice that had a twinge of slow southern drawl. Yep, he was a Bubba!

"He's not pregnant is he?" he laughed. Master Jeb moved behind me again and placed his hands around me again.

"Watch this!" he said proudly, as he again shook my belly making the sloshing sound.

"Damn" said Jim, "you sure know how to fill'em up Jeb. Can I feel it?"

"Sure he's my slave for this evening. He doesn't have much to say about what I choose to do! A'int that right slave ?"

"Yes Sir! Master Jeb, Sir!"

"I like the sound of that!" Big Jim said as he began to rub my belly with his big paws and whistled. "Now that's the way a slave should be kept! With a belly full of his Master's good piss looking like he was a pregnant little whore! And damned if he ain't a pretty one too?"

"He didn't lose one drop!" Bragged Master Jeb.

"Sheeee-it!" said Jim. "Can I have him? You know I've been looking for a slave boy, Jeb!"

"Well, he's not a slave yet and I have someone else in mind for him. I think he might be persuaded to become this man's slave." Master Jeb spoke regrettably to Big Jim. "He's new to the idea of becoming a slave so he thought he would "try on" being a slave with me."

Big Jim looked me in the eye like he could see my into my soul, grabbed my arm tightly, and spoke:

"If it don't work out for you, boy, and you want a good Man to call Master, if you're trained or not, look me up! When you find me don't even speak to me if it ain't to, take all your clothes off, kneel in front of me, kiss each one of them boots, and ask me to be your Master!

"Understand!" he said forcefully shaking my arm.

"Yes Sir! Master Jim." I replied. Big Jim let go of my arm and moved around behind me and put his arms around me, took hold of my belly and shook it for himself. He laughed hardily. He had the most intoxicating clean male scent I had ever experienced. It was strong, muskey without any hint of aftershaves or deodorants. It was a strong healthy man smell. I didn't want him to ever move away from me. He was the kind of man I use to choose as a five year old boy to crawl up on his lap and curl up on his big chest For some reason, I didn't understand then, they would get a wet spot in their overalls right at the crotch, every time

"Your prettier than a speckled pup slave boy and the things I could do to you makes my ole dick hard just thinking about'em! But damn, boy," he whispered, "maybe it's best Jeb sets you up with some other Master 'cause I'm pretty rough edged and set in my ways. The first thing I would have done to you, if you were my slave, is have your cock removed and your balls sewn up inside you. You wouldn't ever think of you dick anymore 'cause I would feed both your holes so much of my old dick that you wouldn't have time to be remorseful. The only cock you'd think about getting off would be mine. I'd make you a toy to pleasure me for the rest of your life. But, I would also take care of you and love you like you could never imagine!"

I was speachless! Stunned! Here was this huge man talking to me about a permanent relationship and this was my first exposure to this life style. It scared the shit out of me and excited me at the same time. I couldn't imagine having my dick cut off but I was touched by his candor. To say nothing of having the balls to say something like that to a total stranger was pretty self assured. I was trying like hell to digest all this, and my brain was telling me, "Run away, Run away", but my dick had a mind of it's own and wasn't having any of my fears. It stood at attention and wanted to stay and play! The son of a bitch was drooling pre-come! Betrayed by my own cock! It deserved to be cut off!!

Master Jeb must have been watching me pretty closely and spoke to Big Jim.

"Well Jim, I can tell you one thing about him."

"What's that Bro.?" Big Jim asked his friend.

"He's definitely a Boot slave! I think he just fell in love with yours . I think you could have them cleaned real good if'n you played your cards right."

"You know" said Master Jim, "they haven't had a good cleaning in a good while. I just haven't found a slave that really could get into cleaning them while I beat his ass with my whip."

My cock, Benedict Arnold, instantly saluted, not to be missed by Big Jim. "O.K. Slave, I'm turning you over to Master Jim for a while. You do what he tells you and clean those big boots of his. You make me proud!"

"Yes Master Jeb!" I answered. "I'll do my best, Sir!" meaning every word. The thought of cleaning those huge boots for Big Jim made my juices start to flow in my ass again. I new enough about S&M that my tongue was going to get a work out and my mouth began to water just looking at them. The boots were hot and so was the giant that wore them! I was sure he was born in those boots.

"Get down there on 'em, boy. Use your tongue and clean 'em real good." He pulled something out of the inside pocket of his big leather jacket and I felt it come down hard across my ass. It was a short flogging whip. I had never had my ass whipped before but after a while I began to wonder why not? I had never had anyone care enough to whip my butt. I could feel Master Jim communicating his interest, needs, and passion through the whip and it drew me close to him. I even found myself raising my ass up to him for the optimal position for him to land his best stroke.

"Keeps your mind on your work doesn't it slave boy!"

He was right but I didn't have to tell him. He could tell! I made sure I cleaned every inch of those wonderful boots. Damn!! His big boots smelled and tasted really good and the more I sucked and licked the hotter I got. He would whop me a couple of times with the whip then gently rub the area that he whipped with his huge paw. Took the sting right out! And damned if it didn't feel good with his huge hand on my butt. Then he noticed the drops on the floor from my ass dripping.

"What's this, slave?" he asked rhetorically, as he moved his big hand around to my hole. I immediately moved my ass so he wouldn't have to reach for it. I felt him enter me with one, two, then three fingers.

He whistled again and said,

"Damn slave, you always produce this much butt juice when your eating a man's boots?"

"Are you sure Jeb", he called to the other room, "that he ain't had some training?" giving me another blow with his whip.

"None! I believe him and what he's told me. You have to realize Jim, some men are born slaves. That isn't bad, as a matter of fact they are the fortunate ones because once the geni is out of the bottle there's no getting it back in. To say someone is born a slave it's meant as a compliment, but it is somewhat unusual that you find someone that seems to be a natural.

"What's more unusual is he's is a cocky little butch bottom. I've tried to talk to him! I don't think he believes me but he's hungry for what he's getting right now. We just may have opened the flood gates. Did you check out his ass juices?

Take him down to the dungeon if you want! Try to talk some sense into his head or beat it into his ass! Either is good!" Master Jeb laughed. " I would like for him to come back and told him I might consider taking him on as a new slave for training and sell him later after he learned all the basics. What'dya think?"

"I think you'd be a fool not too Jeb!" They talked like I wasn't even there. Like I was an admired animal they were thinking about buying. I must be all the things they said as it turned me on even more. Where was I going!

"Since you're going to be staying here for a while would you be interested in helping with his training" Jeb asked with a wink to Big Jim.

"Hell yes, I'd love to!! Between the two of us he would be the best damn slave ever offered on the Southern California market. You could name your price, Jeb."

"Well, if he gives himself over to us for training , you do understand he will be a financial asset to my business and will ultimately be sold! Hopefully to the Master I have in mind as money is no object for him. You won't fall for him and screw things up will you."

"No, not if he's part of your business. I'll keep my feelings in check. You know me Jeb, if I give my word you can bank it!"

"I know Jim and I'm kind'a glad you want to participate because I'm gonn'a depend on you to take him to the gym three days a week. We want to build him up as much as possible and your just the man that can do it! Besides that Jimbo, you should really make an effort to check your emotions at the playroom door. You fall hopelessly in love with your slaves and they walk all over you. You can still fall in love with them, just don't let them know!!"

I had finished Big Jims boots and he was playing with my

ass which I was sticking up for him to get the best feel he could. He already had four fingers pretty deep in me and I was backing up on them ready for more.

"Well boy, have you thought about it? You've heard what we said. We are willing to take you on to train but you have to be ready for it. You must make up your own mind! As we discussed you have to ask yourself a lot of soul searching questions to which there are no easy answers. I know you won't arrive at your decision without weighing every detail. You may have further questions. If so, you may contact me anytime day or night.

One question that might come to mind, I'll answer right now. Are we trying to hard to sell you a package? Are we shading the truth by telling you only good things about Master/Slave relationships to recruit you to our lifestyle? The answer is an unqualified Yes!! However, that isn't necessarily bad. Consider, I have been a Master in this lifestyle for over forty years and I know a natural when I spot him. It is not a put down for me to tell you that you were born to serve another Man. In short, you have a slave mentality in that nasty ass little body of yours.

If we seem evangelical and our comments of encouragement seem geared toward getting you to make the decision we would like then we are guilty as charged! It's also 'cause, I for one would hate to see someone throw away their chance for happiness because of our politically correct repressed society. Let me put it another way and that's all I will say about the subject, you were born a slave, you are a slave, and you will die a slave!! Ask yourself, if you feel that even a small part of what I've told you might be true, will you live your life without ever having been owned by a good Man and calling him Master?

You must decide. You could do a lot worse. So many people go through their lives with a hunger in their gut they never try to identify and die never having experienced much happiness. They settle for ho-hum lives of quiet of desperation. Don't let that happen to you! You deserve better, Son!

If you decide to come into our world, you must make arrangements in your life so that you can enter training for permanent slavery. You must sell or give away all material possessions. You must quit your job and any money or savings you must put into a high yield long term growth savings account and leave the passbook with someone you trust. A good friend or send it to a relative and tell them you are intering some secret service and can't be contacted. Hell, tell them you got a job at Area 51 and it's so secret no one can know where you are. Of course I will keep all your personal information about your family in case they have to be contacted in an emergency situation.

You won't need money once you enter training. I will absorb your expenses while in training as if you were to be my own slave. What's in it for us! I will get seventy five percent of your sale price and you will have the other twenty five percent deposited in your secret account.

You will report here at a specified time and contracts will be signed between us. When your ready and we feel you have more than just the basics of training then we will put the word out and you will be put on the market and sold. We will not invite anyone to bid on you that are not known to us as a sane, stable, and financially comfortable Masters. Then other contracts will be necessary. You must forget about the account and never tell your new Master you have that available to you.

I'm not suggesting you lie to your Master. You should alway be honest and truthful to him so he can trust you. Just don't say anything at all about it! If asked about your holdings you tell him that Master Jeb handled all that for me. And that will be the truth because I intend to make sure you do these things for your ultimate protection. I will see to it that the account is in your name only and I will be signed on only to countersign any withdrawals to make sure you aren't being stiff armed. I will not be able to access your account other than approve withdrawals.

You may need that money for an emergency to get out of a bad situation! If you feel there is a valid reason for you to divulge it to your Master to access the funds you must! and I repeat must, discuss it with me first! Make some excuse to visit or phone me in private. I'm going to see to it that it's there if you need it! I have sold good slaves to many satisfied Masters and had several contact me later concerning his slaves holdings before he entered training. I have never betrayed the trust of those slaves and simply tell the Masters that inquire, that the slaves turn over all monies to me as a requirement for their training. And it's the truth, I will require you to comply with my order to open a savings account in your name and it is my requirement that I am to be signed on as co-signee! However, the Master is satisfied that I charged for training.

"Don't worry about being sold! We wouldn't sell you for quite while. In fact if you're afraid, I'll make you a deal, with Jim as your witness, I won't even consider putting you up for sale until you come to me and tell me you're ready. How's that? Beside I think we both would look forward to having you serve the two of us and breaking in that little slave-pussy of yours. Right Jimbo?!"

"You know I'm in, Jeb!" Big Jim replied

"Did you understand every thing I said, son? Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Master Jeb I understood, " I replied, " and I don't have any questions that can't be answered later but I need some time to think about it. Then if I decided to do it, it would take me about a month to get rid of everything."

"That's O.K. Son, I understand but if you think about it too long you won't do it and you'll live the rest of your life wondering if you did the right thing. So I'm giving you a dead line of one week from today at this time 6:00 P.M. when our offer to train will expire. I will still agree to refer you to other Master's that might take you on for a few sessions."

I was sitting on Big Jim's lap in an overstuffed chair when I answered Master Jeb.

"I understand, Master." I could feel Big Jim's cock getting hard beneath me.

"Speaking of breaking in slave-pussies, I think I'll throw you over my shoulder, carry you to the basement and do my damndest to open up that tight little slave pussy I been hearing 'bout! If'n Jeb don't mind."

"Would you give food to a starving child, Jim?" asked Master Jeb playing with Big Jim.

"You know the way I feel about kids, Bro! Yes, in a heart beat!"

"That's one of the most starved little ass’s I've come in , in several years. That slave-ass just hasn't been fed enough big hot dicks and it's damn near about to grow shut!" They went off on each other.

"Damn, I sure wouldn't want that on my conscience! So we better get down there and force-feed that poor thing!"

"Take 'em down to the dungeon, chain him up to the sling and fuck that little ass until his house is haunted! He's your's to enjoy! Just take a shoe spoon with you, 'cause he's really tight. I might'av loosened him up a little 'cause he's wearing a pretty big load up there and don't need too much lubeing. But I'll tell you true, best fuck I've had in a good while and I'm hoping we get to plow that little rosebud on a regular basis."

"Oh, he's gonna' get fucked right good Bro. He's got me hotter'n a fresh fucked fox in a forest fire! Come on slave, you're my meat for a couple of hours!" Big Jim said as he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and started for the basement.

Master?" I asked Big Jim.

"You have a question slave boy?

"Yes Sir. Would you fuck me wearing those big boots?"

"I don't do requests, slave " he said sternly, then threw is head back laughing, "it's the only way I would fuck you."

"Now you help me get my clothes off. The quicker we get them off the quicker you get to take a ride on me old stallion. And don't worry, my bite is a hell of a lot worse that my bark!" he laughed again. "If you took Jeb you won't have much problem with me." I was about to get fucked royally by this Giant that was treating me like he had known me all his life. He seemed comfortable kidding me. Underneath, I sensed, there was a man that could be stern and a strong disciplinarian.

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum my ass! I wanted to climb this Giant's damn bean stalk. The man of my fantasies, my instant hard-on! I helped him off with those huge boots and made sure my nose was as close to them as I could get without being obvious. He picked up on me right away and shoved one of them in my face laughing:

"Damn it boy if you want to get a good smell of them boots don't be shy. A Master loves to see a slave boy sniff his boots. It turns him on." And his crotch was swelling!

I helped him off with his Levis and saw his huge member flop out and stand almost straight out from him. He wasn't quite as big around as Master Jeb's but it was a good two inches longer! Then I helped him back on with his boots. I kneeled in front of him and put the sole squarely in my crotch covering my dick and balls. He grinned real big when he saw where I had placed it and he good naturely took advantage of my vulnerable position when he had to press pretty hard to get his feet back in them. I got light headed and thought I was going to pass out! Not from pain but from the shear estacey of a fantasy come true. Damn! One of my greatest fantasies was to be fucked by a Giant wearing the biggest damn boots on Earth. I immediately fell to my knees and started kissing them again.

"Well, boy!" Big Jim said while I ate his boots, " I've been drinking beer all afternoon and I have'ta piss like a race horse. So you wait here while I go to the head." I noticed he looked at me closely when he said it.

"Please Master, may I have it?" I asked.

"I was hoping you'd ask slave. Although, you understand I could just order you to take it. I was worried you might have had your limit for the first time. Damn, that Jeb likes to fill'em up! You sure you can handle some more 'cause I got a lot backed up. I'd hate like hell to waste it if you think you can handle some more."

Having learned from Master Jeb a little about drinking a man's piss I knew what to do this time. I took Big Jims cock in my mouth and skinned the considerable foreskin back. It was already lubricated with man smegma and I shoved it as far down my throat as I could get it. Well past my uvula and any point of gag response. I put my hands on Big Jims butt and squeezed gently to let him know I was ready to receive his piss. It took him a minute but he didn't try to control the flow when he finally let go. I could feel the good hot liquid gushing down my throat like a toilet drain. And once again I could feel my belly expanding. Damn it felt good. But I was a little disappointed because I didn't get to taste it that way and I'll admit I had developed a taste for man piss. He finished and told me I could pull off. I did and cleaned him up real good. Then he told me he had a little more for me.

"Please Master, let it go in my mouth. I didn't get to taste the last batch"

"Sure boy, you really like the taste, huh? That's good. I've had a lot of slaves that would gag it down but rarely one that really liked it. If you like it that much I can control the flow so you can take it all in your mouth if you choose. Although I will have to say you're one of the only slaves I've found that could take a cock down their throat that far to cancel the gag reflex. That's hot! I will require you to take it that way sometime if I get a chance to train you especially in a social situation. I'd love to show some wanabe Masters how a good slave should take care of his Master and drain him completely without wasting a drop!"

"You're talents should become a reflection of my success as a Master."

"Here boy, enjoy!" as he slapped the head of is big cock on my tongue.

I closed my lips around the head and sucked gently on it. I didn't wait long and I had a mouthful. He stopped the flow and I let a little slide down my throat, then a little more, and a little more until it was all gone. I had imagined that man piss would be nasty tasting but Jeb's and Jim's didn't. Man, it was good! I gently sucked for more and lightly squeezed Big Jim's butt again. He gave me another mouthful. Down it went. Another, and down it went. I kept squeezing his ass for more and sucking for more to get more flow to come. I remembered the calves on the farm when they wanted their mother's milk to fow faster would use their heads to butt her belly. I wondered if it would work on Master Jim? I wanted to gulp it down and he open the gate. Damn it was good! I must have gulped down eight of nine big mouth fulls and as fast as he could pump it out'a his fire hose. I think he was a little amazed! My belly was stretched to the max. It looked like a fucking balloon. It felt hot! I took it in my hands and moved it back and forth.

"That's all for right now slave. Hell, you done good! You didn't spill a drop. And I was giving you full flow there at the last. That means a lot to a Master to have his slave boy take every drop of his piss or come. It means his needs are important to you." I licked Master Jim's big cock real good getting the last taste of Big Jim's man piss I could. Big Jim even gave me a couple of unexpected mouth fulls and I held each in my mouth tasting the flavor of Master Jim's body swallowing a little at a time until it was gone.

" Now suck on my dick and leave a lot of spit on it! That's all the lubricant you're gonna' get. I'm about to split your little butt like Paul Bunyan with a big ax.

"Jeb busted your cherry, didn't he?" he ask rhetorically.

I slathered it up the best I could and had an idea that I was going to be taken hard again. My asshole started spasming just thinking about it. But strangely I looked forward to the pain and it sure got my dicks attention. And from the looks of Master Jim's cock I wouldn't be disappointed.

"What's wrong with me?" I thought.

"Now get in that sling behind you boy"

I raised my ass up into a big leather sling and Big Jim raised my legs to fit in a Y in the chains. He went to a shelf and got a pair of leg cuffs, wrist cuffs, put them on me and clipped then to the chains.

"That should be more comfortable for you." he said as he opened a bottle of poppers under my nose. It was strong and I took a deep breath. My head began spinning. The next thing I knew Big Jim's cock was completely in side of me! My ass started to spasm but

the pain felt different. It was still painful but more stimulating. It hurt good! Even though I hadn't experience as much pain as I had with Master Jeb, Big Jim felt damn good when he slammed it in. I knew I was about to get the second best fucking of my young life. And fuck me he did! Man did he fuck me! It seemed like he fucked me for hours but that's not a complaint. I could tell Big Jim loved to fuck and was damn good at it.

I felt like I was gonna' come several times but Master Jim would stop fucking me and ordered me to bite down hard with my ass on his shaft and the feeling would subside. He seemed to get pleasure out of having the power over my body to build me up to the point of coming and then insist I not come. He warned me if I came without permission he would whip my ass really good with his whip. I believed him and worked hard at not coming, not because I was afraid of his whip, but because I wanted desperately to please him. Needless to say, I didn't come.

He taught me how I could use the sling to fuck his dick with my ass. He stood still and I would pull on the chains near the upper part of my body. It would raise me almost off his big dick then I would let go and gravity would cause me to slide the length of his cock and slam into his pubes. It acted almost like a swing. I could get a motion going then slam back to the base of his fuck shaft.

I begin to think how in one afternoons time I had had the best sex of my life with two of the hottest men I had ever met. Either one of which I would consider settling down with. I wondered what my decision would be? But damn I was enjoying this afternoon of living like a slave more than anything I had ever experienced. I also felt relaxed and comfortable calling them Master.

Big Jim finally announced to me that he was going to get his rocks off and for me to lay back and relax. He didn't want me working with him, he explained. Every Master has their peculiarities when it comes to fucking and he was going to fuck me really mean and hard. He said he knew what he was doing and didn't want me trying to help because I might get hurt. I didn't know what to expect but after fucking me for a while he fucked me harder and harder slamming the entire length of his big cock in me. I tried to make it as tight for him as I could but he would fuck even harder. I was about to go up the wall because the tighter I tried to make my ass the harder he would slam in his huge cock.

All of a sudden the muscles in my ass seemed to lose all strength and I know it sounds corney but my hole opened up like a damn flower. By this time Master Jim was fucking me like a wild man. Then it became clear, he felt my hole relax and loose any ability to tighten and that was the feeling he needed. Big Jim felt my ass open up without any resistance to the mean, savage thrust of his cock and started yelling "Yeah, Yeah, Yeah that's what I want. Fucked you good, slave! Feel that tight little slave butt open right up! It's mine now slave! I own it! All of it! All of that little pussy! That tight little ass ain't tight anymore slave and it's mine! Rode you like a fucking brahma bull.... opened up that little hole so a man can get down to the best part! You wrote the check, slave, I'm damn sure gonna' cash it!!! Feel it slave! Your gettin' it all slave! Up your ass slave!!! 'cause I'm taking it!!! Right.....NOW!!!

And with that he shot, held it in for a minute while he emptied his sweet man come into my gut, took it out to the head slammed it to the hilt, held it in again as he emptied more, and repeated the stroke once more each time emptying more of his hot ball juice into my starved slave boy ass. As he came he lost all control of his salivary glands and he began to drool out of the corners of his mouth. His spit was throw everywhere as he slung his head to and frow with his eyes tightly shut in his moment of release! His spit was all over my face, chest and piss filled belly. I had never heard of a man losing it like that when he came. It was hot! It was like Master Jim had reverted to a wild animal and I had a huge Kodiak Bear up my butt, huffing and puffing, and fucking the holy shit out'a me!

He grabbed the front chains of the sling and pulled me up toward him. I was still tightly impaled on his huge cock as he bounced me three times hard to the base to squeeze the last few drops of come into my ass. He collapsed on top of me for a few minutes to get his breath with his dick still throbbing and emptying mixed male fluids up my shit schute. I could swear I felt him pissing but didn't say anything.

Unprompted I began to babble, "Thank you Master Jim! Thank you! Thank you for the good fucking! Thank you for fucking this slave boy's ass! Thank you, Sir!

"You weren't to bad yourself new little slave boy!"

He remained on top off me relaxing and catching his

breath. Damn he was big!

"Now, did Jeb teach you how to use you ass to suck a man's dick?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good. Suck it a little to get the rest out. Just like you were milking it. There,... yeah, that's right,.... just take a little longer....yeah, you got the idea, .....you're getting it. Getting it all slave. Hell, Jeb knows what he's talking about, your are a Goddamn natural, boy!!"

Then he pulled completely out and split my ass as he gave me one final hard slam dunk ride to the base of his huge dick! What a ride! Then I knew what a roller coaster junkie must feel like. After a few minutes with his cock still up my butt he yelled up the stairs to Jeb,

"Was he allowed to come today"

"Yep!" Hollered Jeb back.

"Well then you don't get to come again today slave!"

"Yes Master" I replied trying to be understanding but damn I wanted to come in the worst way. I had two loads of come from the hottest men I had ever met deposited in my sperm bank and a belly full of man piss. Sheeeeit! I wanted to come! I just thought how good it would feel when I jacked off after I got home. I'd lay back and jack off while I rubbed my piss filled belly. Well, that thought no sooner entered my mine when Master Jim spoke:

"And you don't wack off after you get home this evening, slave! That's an order! You're still our slave until Jeb releases you and this order was given before you were dismissed."

"Yes Sir, Master Jim, I understand!"

"O.K. Slave, jump down out'a that sling and clean me up. Oh, yeah, while we've been talking I unloaded another six pack up you butt. It'll flush you out real good. But you hold it in 'till you get home. " Then he walked over to the shelves again and came back with a well greased big black butt plug. Now relax I'm gonna' snap this in your ass to keep it from leaking on the way home. You can return it when you decide what your answer will be. Master Jim knew what he was doing. It took him no time to pop that big thing in my ass. It was tight but not uncomfortable

I got down out of the sling and fell to my knees and began licking and cleaning my shit off Master Jim's cock. Second time in one day I was eating my own shit. Wasn't bad at all and I felt needed to serve this big man. When I finished I thought he might give me some more piss but he didn't. Instead Master Jim climbed up in the sling and threw his legs up to rest in the Y of the chains.

"Now get down there and clean up my butt slave and I'll let you have some more of my boots for dessert!"

"Yes Master." Another new experience! I moved in toward his hairy butt and it smelled warm and good with heavy musty male body oders. I started licking the hole and cleaned it good all around the outside. Then I just concentrated on the rosebud and cleaned it real good too. It tasted like Master Jim's big body smelled. Clean, strong, and male.

I was sorry that I was done so quickly. I had never experienced so many new experiences! My mind was spinning!

"Get back down there slave, your not through yet!" Master Jim growled. " Get that tongue in that hole and clean it out good slave boy. You spread my cheeks with your hands and my asshole with your thumbs if you have too to get that tongue up there as far as you can" I did as I was ordered . I spread his ass cheeks and sunk my tongue in his ass as deep as I could get it. Master Jim began to moan and move his butt to fuck my tongue with his shit shute. I got some of the best flavors I had tasted all day. I cleaned every bit of shit out of his hole and love it! What was happening to me. Hours before I would never considered doing anything like that to anyone and here I was cleaning the shit out of this giant man's asshole! Sucking like a pig on a tit I sucked this big man's hole for more. It was time I stopped asking myself all these stupid questions and just let loose of whomever I had locked up inside me and let him enjoy the wealth! Something broke inside me, another epiphany perhaps, that I am that person inside me! I am a slave and I am giving and being used by this Master like it was the most natural thing on Earth.

That's good slave. While tempted to feed you a little, there are certain areas of a slave's training that should be done by the Master that owns him. You did a good job slave! My hole hasn't felt that clean in a long time. Now I promised you dessert didn't I? Get down on 'em boy and enjoy." And I did for the second time that evening cleaned and tasted those big boots from top to bottom. I even cleaned the vibram soles on the bottom.

"Come up here, Son." Master Jim said as he pulled me up from sucking his boots to hold me in his big arms. Then he put a wide black leather belt around my waist that had a black leather "V" attached with rivets to the front of the belt. It was attached to a heavy wire cage that he put my cock and balls in. It was attached to another three quarter inch strap that ran from the base of the cage to a four inch ring that ringed my hole. Another strap ran from there up the crack of my ass and connected to the "D" ring on the wide leather belt. The same "D" ring that held the four inch wide belt. Then Big Jim cinched all three connections up tight in the back and it really strapped that plug in tight in my ass. Then I heard a lock click in the back.

"I'm going to make sure you don't jack off for at least a week. It's locked in the back and I have the only key so you'll have to wear it when you come back to have me remove it. When you get home and feel you want to take the plug out just move the ring to the side of your butt and you can get it out. It's gonna' be a little tight but you can do it! You can piss through the cage and shit through the metal ring around your asshole. It will fit under your clothes and you can go into a stall at work and sit down to piss. No one will notice the cage your Master is making you wear. It'll remind you someone cares enough about you to want to extend his control over you. By this time next week you should be so fucking horney ole Jeb'n me will have'ta wear full body armor." He chuckled at his joke!

Master Jim grabbed me around the waist lifted me off the floor and slung us both onto a leather covered futon in the dungeon. We lay their together with his dick sticking through my legs, quiet for a while. His arms around me he began to lightly play with my tits. It felt so damn good. Maybe it was just that someone was paying me attention and I was eating it up.

Shut up you Goddamn over analytical, pick-it-to pieces. brain! Just let it be!

"Master Jim?" I spoke softly.

"Yes slave boy."

"Thank you for that good fucking and letting me clean your hole. Thank you for letting me clean you boots and thank you .......well, if I've forgotten something, thank you for that too! I've never done anything like that before and probably never would have if I hadn't met you and Master Jeb. I owe you and Master Jeb a lot. And even if I don't choose to become a slave I want you both to know how much I enjoyed and appreciated all you've taught me."

Big Jim looked me in the eyes and then kissed me like he fucked me, long, hard, and deep. He reached down to my crotch and grabbed me around the base of my cock and balls with his thumb and forefinger of his rough paw and began to twist and pull them down and out from my body like he was trying to separate them from my crotch. He stopped kissing me and spoke softly in my ear, "You really won't need those anymore, Son." as he pulled and twisted my cock and balls.

"But Master Jim" I said with concern and fear, " I won't have anything to piss through. I wouldn't have my dick to play with and sometime it's the only sex I have for months. I wouldn't be able to come anymore and to me that's what good sex is all about! That kind'a talk really scares the hell out'a me!"

"Shhhhh....." Master Jim whispered to calm me down as my voice rose.

"Weeeell,..." he said and then paused ," a surgeon could relocate your piss hole to be just about an inch and a half forward from your asshole. I watched the operation on my last slave, Scout, who died about a year ago. The name his parents gave him was Brent. But he wasn't a Brent if you know what I mean? When I first met him he was helping a friend of mine put a new starter in his truck. He worked his butt off helping the guy and I kidded him about being a real Boyscout. I called him Scout from then own. Every one knew him as Scout. Even his other Dad, the birth one, started calling him Scout! We went to Europe to visit a Great Aunt & Uncle of mine in Italy. Somehow he contracted Scarlet Fever and died within days. We were together fourteen years. It's true you wouldn't have your dick to piss through and you'd haf'ta sit on the toilet to pee but you'd adjust to it.

You'd still be able to come. It would just shoot out your little piss hole. They'll just put you're balls back up in the cavity they descended from during adolescence and keep them there with a couple of pieces of surgical saran sewn to the sides of the openings as a cover. Some say you need the testosterone they produce. I'd keep your ass pumped so full of my come your lower colon would absorb more of the male harmone than you'd ever need.

I've know slaves who's Masters had them removed and one is a competition body builder today! He gets more than enough from his Master's come up his ass. His Master plugs him after each fuck so most of it is absorbed. He is really a sight! We went to a pool party in Palm Springs one day and he and his Master were there. His Master never allowed him to wear clothes in private and always kept his muscled butt plugged. Well, he was walking around the pool in the buff and did he look great. Body by God and a crotch by his Master.

His Master had it tatooed so that it was all one color and there were no scars nor seams. Just beautifully flat with nothing there. You'd swear he was born that way. He loved to have people pet and scratch him there and his Master encouraged it. When Scout saw him he couldn't take his eyes off him. He was mesmerized! At first I couldn't tell if Scout was afraid of what he saw or liked it and was fascinated. After Scout had a couple of drinks he began to loosen up and the slave, Billy, walked over to us and knelt in front of me greeting me as Master Jim. He asked permission to meet and talk to my slave.

I knew him and his Master well and when I had given my permission I ordered him to stand at parade rest for inspection. He put both arms behind his back and spred his legs and proudly presented his crotch for my inspection. I scratched a spot underneath I knew would make him go crazy. I rubbed it and petted it a few times. I saw in my preripheral vision Scout was a-gog! I ordered him to turn around and present his ass for inspection. He quickly obeyed, spred his legs and bent over to grab his ankles. I pretended to check it to see if it was seated properly. I told him I was going to have to reseat it. Of course he thanked me and I ripped it out of his hole in one swift movement, held it up for everyone to see the size, and then quickly shoved it back in. I order him to push back with his ass and I keep pushing it at the base to make sure it was seated properly. I ordered him to stand and be at ease. I told him that should feel a bit better for him. He agreeded it did feel better and thanked me again. He offered to clean my boots before we left he was go greatful. We chit-chatted for a few minutes. I introduced him to Scout and they began to talk.

The next thing I knew he was at parade rest again and Scout was scratching and petting his crotch and then turned to me and asked permission to clean it with his tongue. Of course I gave my permission and they both got off on the experience. Billy, the other slave, was all Scout could talk about on the way back from Palm Springs. They became great friends.

Scout use to shoot out his little hole and claimed it felt better than going though his dick!

He was afraid, like you, and wouldn't even consider it and made it a stipulation in our contract when I took him for my slave. Then as time went by he got to know some of the other slaves who had been altered, like Billy, and began to like the look of a smooth crotch. He told me we're only afraid of things we don't understand and when he understood he knew that was the greatest gift he could ever give me. He told me he couldn't imagine continuing in a Master/slave relationship with me unless he gave them to me. He told me he felt he was holding back in our relationship.

I never felt that way even though those things can be important to me. Since he never had access to money he couldn't go out and buy me something. But he was very creative in doing little things for me he knew I hated. He would make tickets for those hated jobs and give them to me at Christmas and Birthdays. I could cash them during the year and there by get out of them. Of course I could have just ordered him to do it and he would never have questioned me. The point was it was from the heart.

On my birthday the third year we were together he gave me his cock and balls. He tied a big red bow around them and put on a pair of baggy levis. He gave me a beautiful card and wrote a cryptic little P.S. at the bottom:

"I'm going to see to it that we get rid of some of the worthless junk and baggage we've got laying around here doing nothing. I know that would make us much more happy! By the way, my present is hidden in my levis. It's small and not worth much but it comes from my heart! Now, open your present!"

I thought he was going to clean the garage or attic for me or had gotten me some new piece of sex jewelry. He was forever finding something kinky to play with. Stupid me, I saw the bow rapped around his cock and balls and wasn't putting two and two together. I started feeling around the bow to see if there was something hidden underneath. I got half way around and light dawned!

I slowly looked up into his eyes questioningly and saw his eyes were tearing as he slowly shook his head affirmative! He was crying. I was crying. Hell we were a mess! Well, I was blown away! I certainly had not expected it. That was the best birthday I ever had. I fucked him five times that night and made sure he came each time. The last five times he would ever come out of his dick! 'Cause the next morning we were in the surgeon's office in T.J. I wasn't about to give him time to change his mind!

He often said he wished he had it done when we first got together. He changed completely. He gave up fear. He would walk into fire if I took his hand and led. He found some inner peace that he had never had before. He became my rock when the world was going crazy. He stopped playing the role of slave. He became my slave, my possession, my toy, my boy, my son, and my love! He trusted me to take him to the dark side of the moon and bring him back again safely. He had found what he needed. He became the total slave he knew I needed and he wanted to be. We were happy. We were family. We had become one."

A long silence passed between us. I sighed and began to tear up.

"I'm so sorry Master"

Big Jim didn't say anything for a while and I didn't push him. I could tell he was hurting inside. It was such a dichotomy to me to see this big man, this giant, damn near break into. We lay together, silent for a long while.

"Can I tell you a secret, Master?"

"What do you think, slave? Lying here in my arms with my come in your gut, my piss in your belly, after slamming the most righteous fuck in your little ass you've ever had, I think you've earned the right to tell your Master a secret.

"It feels natural for me to call you Master."

Master Jim was quiet for a while. "Well! When you're brain is all confused with conflicting feelings about making that decision, remember that secret you shared with me. Then listen to what you said, think about what the words really mean, and all their ramifications.

Sometimes our hearts blurt out truths our minds aren't ready to accept. I have to confess it feels pretty damn good to call you my slave. But you know we can't go there! You heard me give my word to my best bro. It may be hard but I'll keep my word.

You deeply needed to give what we took from you today. Jeb is right. You need to serve a man. He could sense that. I've never seen him fail to call one right! It's like a sixth sense with him. But now that the rabbit is out of the hat it's gonna' be hard gettin' it back in. So if we tell you we think you are a natural slave, it's a complement, and it's not because we need to recruit you. Hell, there are dozens of bottoms out there playing at being a slave. But there's damn few that can really appreciate the subtleties of being a real slave that a Master can be proud of. I was lucky to have found one. I may never find another.

We just feel that you could become that. Now that you've experienced what you did today you're not going to be able to go back to just tricking. In a way, we've ruined that for you. We know what you need and maybe when you're by yourself and have time to think you might began to understand that you probably will never be happy until you're trained and serving some good Master."

"I've got a lot to think about, that's for sure."I replied.

He held me for a minute real tight then looked me in the eyes, then he kissed me gently for a good while. He swapped spit with me for a few minutes then kissed me very gently again and whispered in my ear: " We can't do this any more. I made a promise to my Bro. If you decide on training I'll enjoy training you in all areas of Master/slave protocol and working out with me. But I gave my word and have to live by it. After all I am a guest right now in Jeb's home. When you are fully trained you will be sold. I won't interfere!"

That was the only thing about the entire experience that I was puzzled about and how I felt. He scared me to death. Yet there was an unabashed romantic side to this gentle Giant. Hell, I didn't want my cock and balls cut off and yet I knew I had to be with this man again no matter what the cost! I had enjoyed being topped by Jeb and had no problem thinking of him as one of my Masters but there was something wild and untamed about Big Jim that I had never experienced before and could really get into the idea of him as a Master, my Master. I could think of no greater purpose in life than to serve this giant man and share his life as one of his possessions.

But if I was to become a slave, Master Jeb would sell me to some one I didn't know to be his possession and he had made Big Jim promise he wouldn't become attached to me. On the other hand, if I didn't enter training, I wouldn't be able to be near Master Jim and my heart was telling me that was not an option!! Should we follow our hearts that all too often get broken, or listen to our school marm priggish brains?? Shit! I really did have a lot to think about and one week to do it!

Waddie Greywolf

3/20/01

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