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This installment is dedicated to my new friend Paolo. For his
valid and honest concerns about a lifestyle he is unfamiliar with, his sincere curiosity, his enthusiastic encouragement, and his gentility of purpose! My best to you, Paolo. Waddie THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf III ~ Seven Days Part I~Leaving Mt. Washington Confutatis Maladictus~(horrible confusion) Requiem Mass Master Jeb released me my from my bond. He put his big arms around me and held me tight for a moment. Then he looked in my eyes to see if my lights were on, “You’ve got a lot to think about, Son. I won’t add anything further but to tell you that you passed the test and I’m proud of you.” I thought, now why did he have to say that! No one has ever told me they were proud of me for anything, except him and damn it I want to believe him! “Thank you, Master Jeb.” “You don’t have to call me Master now, Son, I’ve released you.” “I know Master Jeb.” I said without smiling and looking at my boots. Jeb smiled to himself and shook his head.
“I’ll walk you out, Boy.” Big Jim said putting his hand on my butt to escort me in that direction. We walked out to the driveway where my bike was parked. I was just going to get on and go. I didn’t want to say anything that might compromise the big man’s resolve. I turn to kick my bike and felt a massive hand grab me on my shoulder and spin me around. “Cut that out Boy! Don’t play games with a Master. He’ll win every time. He holds all the cards.” He drew me to him and grabbed me in a bear hug. I slowly put my arms around him. He reached down to feel the big plug in my ass. Took his big fingers and pushed on it to make sure it was seated properly. He instructed me to push back and I obeyed. He continued to hold me but I wouldn’t look up at him because I though if I did he would surely know. His big paw came gently under my chin and slowly raised my head to his waiting mouth. He kissed me gently as he cupped the back of my head with his enormous hand almost to insure I didn’t pull away from him. Why was he doing this? He already laid the law down to me and I was just trying to get out with some dignity. I knew I had to get out’a there and fast or I was gonna’ lose it. I thanked him again for the afternoon but added that I had to get home. Then I began to get angry! Goddamn him! I’ve been to hell and back in Nam and I’m not afraid to stand up to this big bastard even if he does make three of me. The situation was like a one sided blow job or Chinese food. You may be hungry for it but it’s not too filling. I had started the bike and he walked in front of it and just looked at me with the saddest eyes. I melted and forgot anything clever I was going to say. I Just looked him in the eyes and said, “Will you answer a question for me Master?”he stepped to my side to hear me better. “If I can, Boy.” “Well,” I said, “it’s a yes or no question. Can you handle that!” “Don’t be disrespectful, boy!” “I’m from the South Master were I was taught respect is a two way street!” “What’s you question, boy!” “Do you believe in love at first sight?” “I don’t believe in love anymore!” I looked away from him and studied the handle bars of my bike trying to think of something profound to say but I was in too much pain and knew it was time to run away. Not looking at him and in a reserved, respectful voice said to him, “Your right Master Jim! You win, you hold all the cards!” and with that I gunned the old Beezeer and was off down the street. Big Jim stood for a moment looking at an angry young man, a hurt young man, that wanted nothing more than to love and serve him, disappear into the night. He had been an asshole. Why did he treat the kid that way? Maybe it’s best! Then he won’t decide to enter training and he wouldn’t have to mask his feelings. Or worse have his best friend become angry with him if he suspected Big Jim’s true feelings. Damn he hadn’t felt this bad since Scout died. Could I really have walked into that room, seen that boy with a belly full of piss and fallen in love with him? No, just doesn’t happen that way! Who’re you trying to kid, you fell in love with Scout the minute he got out from under that truck? Then why did you give him the bit about looking you up? Were you just trying to impress him with your sincerity to get into his ass.? No, No, Damn it! There was something about him that I wanted! That I needed! Well, you’d better give it up asshole you alienated the Kid and you could lose your best friend if you don’t get it together. He giggled to himself, that little Fucker nailed me to the wall! I like that in him! Hell, I like me in him! No, I LOVE me in him! Jeb’s right, he’ll be a hard one to break but when you did, Sweet Jesus, Mary, Joseph, what a slave he would make! He chuckled to himself. He cut my legs off at the knees without even raising his voice! Well done Boy!!! He thought to himself, butch bottom my ass! He’s more like a Goddamn Bull Dog! Bull Dog Butch! Humm! He stood up to me and without firing a shot killed the Giant! Bull Dog Butch, the Giant killer! He thought as he slowly walked into the house. He laughed again at himself. Be honest with yourself old man he killed you the first time you laid eyes on him! And yes you old romantic Son of a Bitch, you would have claimed him for your slave right then and there. Go on admit it to yourself! Be as big as your body for once in you life! You told him you may never find what you had with Scout again! You knew it was a Goddamn lie the minute it came out of your mouth. You were lying there holding it! I guess the old Bard was right us’n mortals weave a lot of webs only to deceive ourselves! Well, what the hell are you gonna’ do about it you giant asshole? What you usually do? Nothing! Hoping it will take care of itself. The big man walked into the house with his shoulders slumped over the way he did when he was a kid and embarrassed about his height. He lumbered into the kitchen and grabbed a beer from the fridg and walked into a small sitting room off he main living room that Jeb used as a communal T.V. room. It was the best view in the house and looked out across the lights of downtown Los Angeles. He sat down in an overstuffed chair and began to drink his beer. Jeb came in to look for him, “You in here Jim?” “Yeah Jeb, I’m right here.” “Why you sitting in the dark?” “Just enjoying the lights.” “Mind if I join ya’”? Jeb said as he popped open his beer.’ “‘course not Jeb. Sit down.” The two men sat in silence for a while. Jeb spoke first, “Well?” Jeb said questioningly. “He’s a good kid! He’s angry ‘bout something . But he has a great deal to give someone. You were right he is a Butch Bottom! My size didn’t strike the least bit of fear in him. He took one look at me and knew where I lived! Not only the address but the zip code as well!” Jeb laughed at Big Jim’s appraisal. “Yea, he’s a bit of a puzzle.” Jeb sighed deeply, “If he agrees he’ll be the last one.” “Git outa’ there Bro! You don’t mean that !” “I do mean that Jim! I’m getting to damn old to stay three jumps ahead of these young bucks that want to be turned into useful slave boys overnight!” “Then why him? “ Jim asked almost knowing what the answer would be. “He’s rare! How many slaves can you think of you can count on one hand that you really could call a Natural. You had a hell of a time breaking Scout to become the slave you wanted!” “Let’s don’t talk about Scout, Bro.” “I’m sorry Jim, but you know the point I’m making.” “Yea I know. I guess the only three slaves I could think of as Naturals would be Billy, Titus, and Oscar.” Jim said thoughtfully. “I agree. Those are the only three I could think of out of maybe fifty slaves we know.” replied Jeb. “Do you think he’ll go for it? Big Jim asked quietly. “It’s hard to tell with him. All that anger masks his true feelings. It was a plus sign when he continued to call me Master after I released him. But I just don’t know. All the others I could read like a dime store novel but him there’s something different about him I can’t put my finger on! You know what I mean?” “Oops, I knooow that look!” Big Jim smiled knowingly. “Don’t be silly. He’s just another would be slave!” “Well, Bro, I don’t think you have anything to worry about. He’ll say yes! “ “How’s that?” Jeb questioned “His eyes told me more than his mouth did. And , his body! I played him like a cheap fiddle and he resonated from deep inside like a fucking fine violin . He’d make a Master four feet tall feel like a Goddamn giant.” “Yea, I felt that too Jim.” Jeb said quietly. The two men sat in silence for a few minutes and Jeb got up and headed out of the room, “The Kid wore me out! I’m going to bed. Good night Jim” “Good night Bro. Mind if I make a phone call?” “Naw, go ahead, use my desk.” Jeb left to go to bed and Big Jim moved to Jeb’s big desk and turned on the Banker’s light. Beau’s folder was sitting on top of the desk. Big Jim picked up the phone and dialed 411. “Yes, give me the number for Western Union.” Part II~The Long Trip Home. No one can tell me, who I am! Knoxville: Summer of 1914 James Agee
Wooaah! It ain’t easy to ride a vibrating BSA with your cock in a cage and a huge plug in your ass. I was angry and just didn’t pay attention to the discomfort until the drive around the lake From Mt. Washing ton to Silverlake is about eight miles as the crow flys. On the back of a British bike on a cold spring night in LA with a plug up your butt it can seem like an eternity. Just my fucking luck the damn thing was making me horny again!! Ben-the-dick-Arnold was growing in it’s cage and getting tight in there. Had to give that Giant Bastard credit, I hadn’t leaked a drop out’a my ass. I arrived at the turn for my street and took the back route to my place over Descanso Drive. The trees have uprooted the street to make it uneven and bumpy. In a car you have to go real slow or it will bounce you so badly your head will hit the roof of the car. I flew over it with my bike which gave my ass such a good hard fucking, the piss in my belly was sloshing around, the piss and come in my ass was going crazy, and the plug was in far enough to barely touch my prostate. I shot so hard in my levis I thought I was going down with the bike. Instead I pulled over with the motor still running leaned across the handle bars and gunned the engine as I came, and came and came again. I lay there for a minute over my handle bars, drained, with come running down both legs, thinking to myself, “Showed that Son of a Bitch!!! I don’t need my hand to get off and by the way, you Giant asshole, thanks for the plug! It came in handy!!! Then I threw my head back and laughed harder than I had ever laughed at anything or anybody in my life. It was catharsis, epiphany, and climax , the relief sisters, all rolled into one. I was over it! Let it go just like you did all those times in Nam you had someone tell you, let it go, and you obeyed! You were empty then and you’re empty now! It’s easier to live on empty than it is with hurt! I pulled into my garage still laughing at myself with my levis full of come and dripping down my legs. I was living testament to the old saying where there’s a will there’s a way. Now this week if I wanted to get off all I have to do is shove that big plug back in and head for Descanso Drive. Voila! Instant fucking! Except next time I think I’ll wear a sanitary napkin. I laughed again as I walked into my apartment. By this time my ass muscles were so use to the plug I decided to leave it in for a while and take it out just before going to bed. I made myself a drink fed my pussy, the real one, and headed for the shower. I had no sooner gotten out of the shower when the door bell rang. Damn it! Don’t know where my robe is? Well maybe it’s my neighbor and he’s use to my strange ways. Wrapped my towel around my waist and headed for the door. Damn it was the Western Union man and he wanted me to sign for the damn thing I took the clip board from him and no sooner signed my name when my towel dropped from my waist. His jaw dropped open like a dirt shovel and I looked down to see my erect cock in it’s cage and just laughed and told him, “I broke my cock about two weeks ago and this is a new medical procedure to get it straightened out again.” he smiled knowingly and left. I roared with laughter again at the absurdity of it all. A telegram, oh shit! You never get a telegram unless someone in the family died. Oh God, who? Mom. Dad, Sissy, Bud? I tore it open with shaking hands and read: To: Bull Dog Butch the Giant Killer(Stop) The answer is yes!(Stop) You are ordered to forgive this Giant asshole!(Stop) Do it now, Son!(Stop) Jim I fell across the bed and cried until I could cry no more! Confused, happy, excited, the most alive I’d felt in years. It’s Friday night! Think I’ll go out to the bars. Why, you asshole you’ve been fucked royally three times today, came twice. What more do you want? Not to sit home ALONE! I went to the bathroom again and took the plug out of my ass. I just barely got on the toilet before the bottom fell out. I got in the shower again and hosed out my ass. I dried off and got my leathers out to wear to the bar. I got everything on and was surprised to find they fit over the cage. In fact it made my crotch bulged a little bigger. I looked around the apartment to see if I had forgotten anything and it hit me, hard, in the gut, it was the first time in several hours something hadn’t been shoved up my ass and I felt empty, lonely! This must be what Master Jeb had been talking about. But could imprinting happen so fast? All I knew was I wouldn’t get out of the house without Big Jim’s plug up my ass. Angrily I threw off my leathers, angry at his control over me! He wasn’t even aware of nor could appreciate what he had created in me. I cleaned the huge plug, greased it up and moving the leather strap and ring out of the way, inserted it in my ass and moved the ring back to lock it in place. Then I pulled back on my leathers and head to the garage to get my bike. I arrived at the bar and Jerry the door boy let me in. You put on a little weight? He ask me. I just laughed and said, “I wish!” I got a beer and stood in my usual spot to watch. And that’s what I did was watch. Not a soul walked up to me to say a word. Not even people I knew but the more beer I had the less I cared and the better Master Jim’s plug felt. As if his huge hand had reached all the way to the bar and was fucking my butt. Why was I here? Descanso Drive was calling me. I rode the bike home slowly and decided not to do Descanso tonight. Put the bike in the garage and went into my apartment. Fell across the bed and re-read Master Jim’s telegram. I put it inside my leather jacket near my heart and fell into a deep sleep. Saturday morning found me in my leathers, ass plugged, cock caged with a roaring boner. What was I going to do I couldn’t keep driving over Descanso. What would the neighbors say! I laughed at my fantasy. O.K . It’s time you make some commitments not only to others but to yourself. The man cared enough about you to put this damn cage on you to teach you a little control. Why work at defeating him. You’ve already proved you could. Swallow your pride and allow him to control your life for a week. It’s only a week! He didn’t say he was going to change his resolve to not interfere. While you forgive him your no further along than you were in the driveway. Well shit, just go back Friday and tell them to get this damn cage off you! Then tell them both to kiss your ass and go to hell. If he doesn’t want me then I don’t want him. Who are you trying to kid ? You want that man in the worst way! O.K., O.K., I flipped for him but it’s just infatuation, a school boy crush. After all, do you really want to give up you cock and balls for this man? What are you willing to pay for what you want? Oh hell it’s going to be a long week. A hellish week!! Seven day’s of hell!!! Sunday I hung around the apartment and didn’t do much. Watched T.V. talked to my bike buddy Griff. He asked me if I wanted to ride with him this year to Badger Flats. Told me he had a new young good looking boy he was fucking, real butch mother fucker, that liked to put on women’s lingerie to get fucked. I asked him if that was a turnoff and he said, “No he still gets fucked!” I just laughed. I told him yes I would go, not thinking about the future. Did I want to go riding this afternoon. No I was going to rest up for the week ahead. Part III~Big Daddy Jake Oh solo meo! (Oh my soul!) Italian boat song. Monday ~ I breezed through work with no problem. My supervisor at work ask me what was different about me today. I said nothing. Did you fall in love over the weekend. Naw! Well, something’s different about you. If you only knew, Sam! If you only knew! Tuesday, Wednesday, passed with a full work schedule at the garage. I worked hard and got in a lot of overtime. I had been wearing Big Jim’s plug round the clock for five days now. The ring strapped it in so tight I didn’t have to worry about losing it. And it just began to feel a part of me. I felt empty with out it. Was it like a baby’s pacifier? Maybe. I would lay down on the creeper to slide in under a big truck spread my legs and draw my feet close to the base of the creeper and get the full strength of the big plug fucking me as I worked on a transmission. Thursday afternoon I was under this big truck and Jake, my straight buddy, thought it was great fun to sneak up on me and put the tip of his big work boot right on my asshole and act like he was trying to fuck me with it. It was all good natured fun to him and I went along with it as it seemed to bond us in a friendship. He liked me because I was a good sport about it and gave as good as I got. I liked Jake! He dripped with redneck sex appeal. He was a little older than me and Italian with raging male hormones he obviously couldn’t get taken care of a home. Jacobinni Antonio Carmine Raggazzi. Ray-got’s-Z he told me to pronounce it. He had seven kids and was a good provider and father. When I first began work at the garage he took me under his wing like a mother hen and taught me the basics of the trade. He was a rough edged, foul mouthed, temperamental, sincere, intelligent, caring man. I liked him immediately. My personality, exactly opposite, drew us together like Ying and Yang. I called him Rags or Big Daddy Jake and he loved it! Everybody in the shop started calling him that too. He didn’t mind the other guys calling him Rags, he sort’a liked that, but he let ‘em know I was the only one could call him Daddy Jake!! He was a little bit taller than me and strong as an ox. He had the neatest little beer gut on him, that barely hung over his wide black leather belt. I would fantasize about blowing him and having that little gut hit me in the forehead every stroke my throat took on his big Italian sausage. He’d find me by myself during break and put his big arm over my shoulder and in a soft voice would say, “Daddy Jake fucked his little boy good this afternoon, didn’t he boy!” I think ye sensed I was gay and this was his way of handling it. He KNEW he liked me and he wanted, somehow, to resolve that conundrum within himself. This was his way of doing it and I played along. He loved to see me blush and hear me go along with his shit, “ Damn Daddy you really did fuck your little boy good today. I almost came. Promise you’ll fuck me again tomorrow?” He’d laugh and whomp me on the back and call me an asshole but he’d always add, “You bet, I love fucking my little boy!” And I’d reply “ And your so good at it too, Daddy!” He’d roar with laughter. This afternoon I was under a big Mack truck working on the linkage and he zero’ed in on my butt and got his big boot dead on my ass and started his fucking my ass routine. This time instead of jumping I just relaxed and raised my feet in the air so he could get his best shot. He then put the flat of his heavy vibram sole boot on it and continued fucking my ass. He couldn’t figure it out but I seemed to be going along with it and that was good enough for him. About the sixth big push with his boot I shot in my overalls and began moaning. I wrapped my legs around his big boot and urged him continue. He thought it was an act on my part and got in the mood of the scene and started to pump me harder. I was surprised he never did that before but he seemed to be enjoying it and I relaxed and raised my ass higher in the air to let him go at it. He really got in to it and pumped me so hard I shot again. I couldn’t take it anymore and started laughing and told him to back off the game was over. He laughed and walked away. Later on break that afternoon he was reserved and didn’t do his Daddy routine so I thought I’d yank his chain. “Damn Daddy Jake you were really good today! You always fuck me good but today you were extra special good, no hell, you were grrreaaaat! Like Tony the tiger great!” Jake almost broke into a smile, was quiet for a moment then looked me in the eye and asked, “You came, didn’t you?” “Twice!! Thanks for the good fucking, Daddy!” I smiled sweetly. He shook his head and smiled back. He looked me in the eyes and asked. “What afternoon do you want Daddy Jake to drop by your apartment and show you just how good he can really fuck you?” Did I hear him right? Straight Italian Stud! Wanting to come by my apartment to really fuck me with his dick??? “My doors always open for my Daddy!”I played along, wanting to see where this would go! “ O. K. I’ll stop by this afternoon!” “You already got me off twice Daddy Jake you think you can get me off again.” “Well, if you came twice don’t you think your old Dad deserves to get his!” He made a damn good point and I would love to take care of him! “Of course Daddy Jake! I’m just being selfish thinking about how good that big Italian sausage would feel fucking my little boy butt. I’d be proud to play catcher for your team!!” “Well once you get me up inside there you probably wont be able to hold it back. I’m a really good fucker!” He was serious. When did it stop being a game? I thought to myself, Oh hell, this is just talk he won’t follow through. Finally, he looked me in the eye and asked, “What do you have in your ass?” “A big black plug my other Daddy makes me wear.” “Can I feel it?” he asked. “Sure Daddy Jake!” and I stood in front of him to let him feel. He whistled, “If I was your Daddy for real I make you wear it too! Remind you of who’s boss and who cares about you ! You sure your Daddy won’t mind me fucking you?” “No, he’s away for several weeks and he has his buddy’s come by and keep my ass fucked regularly. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind if you helped! Besides it’s not like you’re gonna’ knock me up” we both laughed! Then Jake got serious, “He must love you a lot to take care of you like that? I’d be glad to help out! You tell him anytime he has to go away I’ll stand in for him and keep you fucked good! I could always stop in on my way home from work and throw a good hard fuck into ya.’ When I fuck ya’ you’ll stay fucked for two maybe three days! He won’t have to get all those other guys!” “Damn you’re a thoughtful man Daddy Jake.” I said with tongue stuffed in cheek. He was sincere and I just couldn’t burst his bubble! “I’m sure he’d appreciate that! But I have to tell you he never allows me to touch his plug. Whoever fucks me has to remove it then put it back after he uses me.” “Oh I don’t mind. That’s no problem! I think keeping your ass plugged is a great idea as long as I can grab a feel now and then.! And fuck you with my Boot like I did today. No wonder you came twice, you little piggy! I knew something was wrong when you wrapped your legs around my Boot, wouldn’t let me go and urged me to fuck you harder!” Said Daddy Jake. “That was fucking hot !!!” he added “No Daddy, it was two times hot!” we both roared with laughter! Break was over. Daddy Jake stood up and had a little wet spot at his crotch on his overalls. I smiled sweetly and yanked his chain again. “Uh, schuze me Daddy Jake what’s that little spot on your overalls. Piss your pants?” “No Red Riding Hood that’s what we men call smegma! Man lubricant! All the better to fuck you with you smart ass little son of a bitch” then he roared with laughter. I liked Jake! “Oh by the way Daddy Jake, you hav’ta fuck me with them big bad ass boots on.” “Holy Mother, I’ve always fantasized about fucking a man in the butt with my big stompers on. Don’t worry that pertty little head of your’s Daddy Jake’s gonna’ tear off a piece of that little butt you won’t soon forget.” “You’re just an old sweet talker, Daddy Jake.” I teased him. The rest of the afternoon dragged and he came by to visit me twice like a male dog sniffs a female in heat making hot little sexual statements reaching down when no one was looking to feel the plug in my butt. “My old dicks just drooling thinking about gettin’ in that little ass-pussy of yours”“Do you mind if I call it that?” “You can call it anything you like as long as you fuck it good”I was really having fun and the devil in me just couldn’t resist yanking his chain some more, “Are you gonna’ need me to suck you for a while to get you good and hard, Daddy?” “ What! Are you kidding boy? Look!” He pulled his baggy overalls tight across his front so I could see the outline of his hard cock. Damn it looked like a monster! I started laughing and told him I was looking forward to giving it a ride. “But would he mind if I licked it a few times for him?” “What time you got, boy?” then “You like to be fucked gentle or can you take a really hard ride?” “Hard as you can fuck me Daddy Jake!”“ Wwhooo damn, I’m gonna’ go talk to Sam he owes me a couple of favors. He’ll let us go a few minutes early.” He went over to Sam and came back to help me put my tools away. We finished and Jake said to me, “Let’s go boy, your ass is mine for a while and your on my fucking time right now so get your ass in gear!” I was laughing my ass off at his urgency. He was really hot and his motor was in Over Drive. I thought well if I’m gonna’ be a slave I might as well go into it with a bang! Beside I’d wondered what it would really be like to have Big Daddy Jake fuck the holy shit out’a me. I was about to find out! Jake knew where I lived. He’d dropped me off a few times when I had gotten a ride to work with a friend or I had my bike apart to repair. He was a good friend and I hoped this was not going to ruin it. When we got into the apartment I told him to get us a beer out’a the fridg. We drank for a minute and I asked him, “Jake, is this going to hurt our friendship?” “ Fuck no Kid! You know the way I feel about you!. You’re like a fucking Kid brother I never had. If anything it’s gonn’a make our friendship stronger!” “You mean you’d fuck you little brother?” “If he had an ass like yours and wanted to take a ride on Bubba’s horsey??? Does a frog have a watertight asshole???” “O.K., I don’t want to lose your friendship it’s important to me!” He looked at me with glazed eyes and wiped a tear away, “I’ve never had a friend tell me that. Thanks Kid!” “Well, after all,” I tried to lighten the mood,”you are my good fucking Daddy Jake aren’t you?” “You’re gonn’a find out pretty quick.” “ O.K. Jake let’s get too it! I’ll get undressed and you can too in that other bedroom if you like.” “I’ll be back in a minute.” Jake replied. I got undressed and stood naked for a minute and Jake strolled back in the room with no self consciousness, his big Italian dick sticking straight up passed his belly button. It must have been ten inches of fat Italian sausage. He’d put his boots back on and laced them up! Damn they were hot, he knew it and stomped a couple of times for effect. Jake smiled to see the look of lust on my face and asked smartly “Is this enough hose to fill your gas tank, Son?” “I think it might bring me some comfort” I shot back. “You wife is one Goddamn lucky woman, Daddy Jake!” and we both laughed. Jake saw the cock cage and belt on me and looked a little startled. Then he walked over and boldly examined first the belt then the cage.. He was fascinated and not the least put off. He surprised me when he said, “Your fucking Dad really knows what he’s doing!” “I don’t know him but I know I’d like him. I can tell he really cares a lot for you. Doesn’t want anyone playing with you boy prick, huh?” “Well , that and he doesn’t want ME playing with it. He wants me to come only when he’s fucking me.” “Well, you can’t blame him for that, Son. I’d keep you the same way!” Why you old pervert I thought to myself and laughed. Jake truly was special! I handed him a towel and told him what to do to remove my plug. I pulled the ring strap away from my ass and he didn’t hesitate to grab hold of it and pop it out into the waiting towel. He folded the towel over it and handed it to me. “Damn that’s a big plug! You been wearing that at work all this week? Look at my cock it’s dripping just thinking about you wearing that fucker and me stomping your little ass with my big boot. Shit! No wonder you came twice!!” “ Felt good too! You think you can fuck me again tomorrow Daddy?” and I laughed. “Hell yes, boy! Try and stop me!!” he laughed too. I took the towel from him. “Thanks Jake , I’ll be back in a minute. I’m gonn’a jump in the shower and hose my ass out.” “Hose your ass out?” Jake asked. “Yeah Daddy, so I don’t get your dick dirty. Take me a minute. Relax, have another beer!” “Thanks Kid, I will” I finished, dried off and came back into the bedroom. Jake lay across the bed with his rock hard dick laying across his belly. He had on his work boots all tightly laced to the top! Damn I never knew they laced all the way to the knee. “Damn fucking hot Boots, Daddy Jake!” “Don’t know why but I thought you’d like ‘em. I ordered a pair after you showed me yours.” “Can I clean ‘em up for you?” “Sure , you got a rag?” “Don’t need no rag Daddy Jake.” I grabbed his big heavy boot and brought it up to my mouth and started cleaning the grease and grime off with my tongue. Jake was fascinated but didn’t say a word until both were spit clean. He raise first one then the other and smiled. Something in that simple act of subservience changed our positions from smart ass Kid and Bull of the woods to protective conquering hero and needy handsome young serf. He had been primed , conditioned, imprinted, that it was alright to take charge of this situation for his enjoyment as well as mine. “Good job, Son! Now that I know you talents I’ll expect more from you! “Thank you Daddy Jake, glad to serve!” “Now, is that harness gonn’a get in the way?” he asked. “Naw, Daddy, it’s gonn’a help you” I lay on the edge of the bed and raised my legs in the air for him to see. The four inch ring pushed my ass cheeks away and gave a bulls eye effect to my rosebud. “Damn, that’s hot! I see what you mean! Your Daddy sure knows what he’s doing!” “Do you want me to shower Son?” “Hell no, Daddy Jake, I love the way you smell after a good hard days work at the garage. I’ve almost come sometime when you sat close to me at break and put your arm around me.” “Well why the hell didn’t you say something?” “You weren’t ready for it, Jake!” “Yeah, maybe you’re right. Until I met you and weren’t threatened I wouldn’t consider anything like this. I’d beat the shit out’a a guy that even suggested anything like this. Now here I am and can’t wait to fuck you silly! Go Figure?” “You need some grease for your ass?” he asked “No Daddy, I’m already lubed. All you have to do is lay back and let me get some spit on that big cock of yours and you can climb on me and show me what you’ve got” One thing to keep in mind Daddy Jake, when you take me you have to do it hard and steady. Just slamm it in to the hilt. Grab me and hold me until you feel my ass stop arguing with your dick, then you can take a few strokes to get my butt juices flowing. You take over from there and ride it anyway you feel comfortable. Ride it for an hour or two if you like. Whatever make you feel the best, go for it! “Damn boy that’s hot, but are you sure you want me to split you open like that?” “That’s a requirement of my other Daddy and if you don’t he won’t want you to fuck me anymore.” “Oh no, I’ll be happy to play by his rules.” Jake lay back and closed his eyes as I began to work on his already rock hard cock. Damn he tasted good. He smelled strong with healthy man sweat and good clean body odors. I got as much spit or his horse as I could and told him I was ready. I lay on my back on the edge of the bed and grabbed around my knees with my arms and spread them apart so my hole would be right at waist high so Daddy Jake could dive in. He got up and positioned himself with his cock poised at my back door. “You ready for some good fucking, Son” “Gimme all you got Daddy Jake.” I watched as he ram it in steady and hard to the hilt. Woooah doggies, it filled me in an instant but my ass didn’t spasm like it did before. Maybe because of wearing the plug. But it hurt so damn good, I started babbling , “Oh, thank you Daddy Jake for taking that little butt so hard and good. Thank you. Now it’s all yours Daddy Jake, fuck it good!”In the meantime Jake had grabbed me around my upper body and held me in a bear hug so I wasn’t about to get off his spear. “Damn boy, you’re welcome! You tell that Daddy of yours anytime! Now you just relax, Son and let Daddy Jake do the driving!” And drive he did. He was everything I fantasized he might be and more. He took a couple of small test strokes and surprised me when he slammed the third one in pretty hard. I groaned. “Hurtin’ ya’ Son” he asked “Hell no Daddy Jake, your doing fine and you were right, you feel great up there. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold back you’re such a damn hot stud!” he chuckled and seemed flattered. Then he started fucking me like HE wanted too. He fucked me up one side of that bed and down the other. All the time trying to slam more of himself into me. His fucking was a strong steady rhythm like he like it. He liked to do some slow deep fucking where he would pull it out to the head and very smoothly and firmly sink it to the base. That nearly drove my body up a tree it was so good. That steady slow powerful deep fucking over and over again. He was definitely right, he had not overly bragged about doing right by my ass as it was getting fucked righteously. I urged him on. “Oh damn Daddy Jake you really weren’t lying to me about how good you can fuck. You’re giving me one hell of a good fucking. I just want you to know how much your boy appreciates it!” “Shit boy, I haven’t ever fucked anyone like this before. You’re making me want to do my best for your little hole. Would you like Daddy Jake to ride you really hard?” “Daddy Jake that hole is yours. You don’t have to ask your boy! You take what you want but yes I’d love to feel you ride me as hard as you can. Do you like fucking me with those big boots on?” “Hell yes, Son! It’s the Goddamn icing on the cake!” and with that he took hold of the fucking reins and started his old horse on a good solid gallop. Man could he fuck hard. He was like a pile driving machine. He kept slamming that huge thing into me and I had a flashback to Master Jim fucking me in much the same way. I instantly stopped trying to tighten my asshole for Jake and let it lose it’s pucker. Damn if that didn’t trip his come wire. He started yelling like a man possessed. Then he shot, and shot again in my ass and began whimpering as he shot the last time and collapsed on top of me. I held him in my arms and rubbed his head and whispered there, there’s to him and complements about how good he had fucked me and how proud I was to have his come in my butt. He was still raging hard and I could still feel him emptying into me. He started to get up and I pulled him back to rest some more on top of me. He melted into me and put his big hairy Italian arms around me. “Now Daddy Jake, you just relax. Your fresh fucked boy is gonn’a milk the rest of that good hot come out’a you.” I stared milking his cock with my ass like Master Jeb and Jim had taught me and felt Jake’s body shiver as the last few drops of his come were claimed by my ass. “Damn Son! Where’d you learn that ?” “My Daddy taught me” “I’d sure like to meet that man someday and shake his hand. And you know what?” “What Daddy Jake?” “He’s damn lucky to have you for a boy! And you know what else?” “What?” “I’m damn lucky to have you for a friend!” “ Thank you Daddy Jake. I’ve always felt that way about you!” you couldn’t help love the guy! “But you didn’t come?” “I thought this one was for my Daddy?” Jake smiled real big and said, “Damn Kid, you do know the right things to say!” “Pull out of me and roll over on your back Daddy and if you’ll let me ride your horse I’ll get off for you.” Jake slowly pulled out of my ass and rolled over on his back. I positioned myself on the head of his still rock hard cock and impaled myself to the base. It took Jake’s breath away to feel me do it. “Damn boy doesn’t that hurt?” “Naw,” I lied, “I’m use to it by now!” as I took a couple good strokes to ease the pain. Jake watched intently as I began to ride him. When I got a good solid rhythm going his eyes fluttered closed and knew I had him locked in on my man-come radar. I just kept that same steady rhythm going until Jake started wiggling under me and I knew he was going up the road to Comesville about to deposit another hot Italian stud load in my gut!. Then I picked up my speed and length of stroke and was slamming hard against his base when he started yelling again “I can’t hold it any longer Son you’re gettin’ me again. And with that I exploded all over his hairy chest as he filled my ass with his come for the second time. Only the second time in my life I had ever come at the same time with a partner. He lay there with the dumbest smile on his face and then started laughing. “I guess you fucked Daddy Jake pretty good that time, huh Son?” we both laughed and then with him still in me I lapped up every bit of my come from his chest. He lay back silent watching me, “Yep, I sure as shit want to meet that old man of your’s and shake his hand!” then he just looked at me for a moment and a seriousness came across his face, “Thank, you Son.” he said quietly. “No Daddy Jake, thank you. You hear a lotta’ guys talk shit but you’ve got the right too! You’re a damn fine fuck. The only one does it better is my other Daddy!” “I’ll settle for number two!” Jake laughed. I had made a friend and fuck buddy for life! “You know what, Daddy Jake?” “What Son?” “I’ll stay fucked now for probably three days you were so good!” “Damn that’s what I get for being too good!” We both roared with laughter. We got up and shared another beer. I knew he wanted to fuck me again but it was getting late and I had some things to take care of. Then I was concerned for him and his wife not becoming suspicious. I gave him a towel and he jumped in the shower.” Don’t use soap!” I told him. “Women notice different smells.” “ Your right!” he replied. When he got out of the shower he was toweling off and wasn’t shy about coming out nude. He was proud of his manhood as well he should have been. He like to walk around me with it swinging hitting me hear and there. I liked it too. While he was in the shower I cleaned and greased the plug and had it on a clean towel on the bed. He saw it and grinned like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, “I get to put it back?” he asked sheepishly. “I told you I’m not allowed to touch it!” I laid back across the bed and brought my knees up to my chest, reached down with my hand and pulled the strap and ring to the side. Surprisingly he didn’t hesitate, picked it up and popped it in my ass like a pro! I fell to my knees in front of him and grabbed him around the waist. By now he wasn’t surprised by anything I did! I brought my face close the big head of his dick and kissed it very gently. I stuck my tongue in his piss slit and began to lap copious amounts of precome oozing from it. “Damn Daddy Jake your smegma taste wonderful can I have some more? I kept licking and sucking. “Hell, you can have a quart of it kid, but if you keep that up much longer I’m gonn’a rip that plug out’a your butt and fuck you again!” I laughed and stopped. “I can’t believe you wear that big thing all day. I’m not complaining! I think you should! If your man wants that then you damn well better! Now that I know I’m gonn’a check you every morning to make damn sure you’re wearing it. If not I’m gonn’a send you home to get it! Understand, Son??” “That’s your right Daddy Jake to check you little boy! Any man that fucks me as righteously as you just did, earns that right! Right??” Jake gave me a stern look then broke into a big smile. “Did fuck my little boy good, didn’t I??” “THE best, Daddy Jake!!” I threw some clothes on and he got dressed in the other bedroom. I saw him to the door and thanked him again. Put my arms out and he gave me a big bear hug. “I haven’t looked forward to going to work in a long time, Kid! But I just may be early tomorrow!” we both laughed. “O.K., you have full access to me tomorrow, anytime you want, but I’m gonn’a trust you to play it cool.” “Are you kidding? And screw up a good thing? You can trust me!” And I knew I could! Part IV~To be or not to be? What was the question again? Think! Think wha’cha doin’ to me, Think! Think! Think! Now!~ Aretha Franklin I had some things to think about. I had spent most of the week thinking about the pros and cons of a radical life change. I knew I wasn’t happy. I wasn’t sure what to do about it but Master Jeb make a hell of a lot more sense than a stupid therapist ever had. Did I have any guilt feelings about fucking around with Jake. A little, but hell I wasn’t under their control yet and until I walked in there and signed a contract I wouldn’t. Master Jim’s attempt at controlling me was not in Master Jeb’s original agreement with me and I doubted that he knew I had a plug, and a cock and ball restraint on when I left last Friday! I also doubted that Big Jim told him. I really hadn’t thought much about Big Jim during the week. (Lie to yourself kid, don‘t lie to the readers they know better!) O.K., O.K., You win! I couldn’t think of anything else all week and the fantasy I told Jake was Master Jim! But you guessed that didn’t you? I’m really fucked!! Huh? O.K. let’s look at it another way. Say something happens that you can’t somehow get together with the Giant. Even if you did you know he’s not gonna’ be happy with you until you allow him to lop off your manhood! Say you do get sold! What then! Look at you! You always have needed to serve something! You were a slave to saving those young guys in Nam! You shipped over once so you could continuing serving. They wanted to send you home twice before, you refused to let them and hauled your ass right back out there! You were invincible! They wouldn’t shoot a Medic! Wrong!! Well if you did get sold what would be the worst case scenario. I could end up with a real bastard for a Master. Could that possibly happen if Master Jeb filtered the Master’s that would bid on me. Well, it’s not all in Master Jeb’s hands alone. I could work hard to learn to be a good slave and work my body out as hard as possible so I would make myself attractive to the best of Masters! Sounds like a plan! But maybe Master Jeb has other plans. Well you can learn to work in the context of those plans. He’s a reasonable man! Look you remember reading The Black Spring by Huxley in which he said, “ It doesn’t really matter in life if you move up or down but by God keep moving!” Yeah, the same book he wrote boys will be boys and girls too! Great! Well, what have you got to lose to try. You’ve seriously been considering suicide! Being a slave is better than being dead! If you find out your miserable there are ways to get out of it. After all, slavery in the U.S. is against the law. Yeah, but we’re talking CONSENSUAL slavery! Don’t even go into it unless your going to be serious about making a go of it. You know you! If you give your word to someone it becomes your law. A written contract would chisel it in granite! You can’t help it, it’s just the way you were raised. You are young enough that if every thing goes to hell you could still readjust and regain anything you might have lost. O.K., there’s another possibility. You just might get sold to a really hot Master that you could enjoy serving for years. Naw, not my luck! Well, then you might be sold to a Master that isn’t the hottest or best but if Master Jeb’s description of imprinting is correct that could take care of a lot of deficiencies. You’ve seen that in action this week! You’ve been wearing the plug Big Jim put in you all damn week and will probably wear it tomorrow. Are you kidding, if you didn’t Jake would turn you over his knee then send you home for it! Then when you got back he’d turn you over his knee again, the horny old goat! Cut that out! You love Jake! Yeah, I do. But Jake’s a friend and you love your friends but you don’t move ‘em in with you. Especially if they’re straight! The chances of getting a Master that I would come to really care about is better than fifty/fifty! Alright! As long as you aren’t going into this with the idea that Master Jim is going to change his mind and receive you with open arms. Yes! But he did sent you that telegram! Yeah, but he knew he was wrong and was afraid Master Jeb would be pissed if he alienated me and I didn’t agree to go into training. He’s just covering his butt! How are you going to handle being around him and him working with you, training you. Will you continue to be imprinted with him. It may be a real test. What if he sucks you in again only to hide behind his oath to Master Jeb? Don’t let him! Don’t give him the chance! You fool me once, shame on you! You fool me twice, shame on me! Yeah, but you know you are in love with him, you’d almost settle for crumbs from his table. Can’t do that, in a weird way, it’s not fair to him either! Remember what he said when you told him it felt natural calling him Master. Did it?! Were you lying to the big man? God no!! It was the most truthful thing I had ever revealed about myself to anyone. In a way that statement said to him Master Jim, I love you and want more than anything in the world to be your slave and serve you! But on the other hand, I don’t want to trap someone that wouldn’t be happy with me in the long run! What could be worse? Are you gonn’a do it? I don’t know! I won’t know until I walk in there and get the feel of all combined influences. Were you born a slave? Look in your past! When your mother had Sissy, and then Bud. She was never much of a mother. You learned to make formula, you changed diapers, you bathed them, you basically raised those two kids and she sat back and let you. You were a slave to her and a slave to them. You still send money home to her and them. Look at you in Nam! You damn near killed yourself trying to serve the needs of those Kids. And you failed! You couldn’t save them all! Are you a slave, Andrew Beaureguard James Jr.??? Let yourself hear you say it, Master Jeb said to say it was over half way there: YES, I AM A SLAVE !!! and I will be the best! Part V~Friday, Fish or Cut Bait Day~ A line in the sand. Rainy day people know how to treat you right! Gordan Lightfoot Jake was in early! Had all the work portioned out to the other mechanics and handed me my list. First time I ever got to work and Jake was there. He made rounds to see if the guys understood their assignments and if they needed help. When every one was taken care of he headed for my stall. It was at the end of the shop before the big storage yard and was hidden from the front. O.K. Kid your turn! But first hit parade rest for inspection. I put my tools down and immediately snapped to parade rest with my hands behind my back, legs spread apart. Then I felt his big hand feeling around my ass checking for my plug. Took his fingers and pushed hard on the plug. “Push back, Son, I want to make sure it’s seated properly” I grinned and pushed back hard with my butt. Have’ta say he seated it just a little better than I had. “Thanks for checking, Daddy Jake!” “What are Daddies for, Son?” “You’re the best Daddy Jake” “I’ll do ‘till your old man gets home. You’ll put in a good word with him for me?” “The best, Daddy Jake!!” Then he got down to business and asked me if I understood my work sheet and did I need any help? I didn’t tink so but he could probably help me with a personal problem around three o’clock this afternoon. I’d be under that big Mack truck again finishing that linkage. “Be glad to help you out, Son” he said with a wink. Damn I’m gonn’a break his heart if I leave. “The day went quickly and we broke for lunch break about 11:30. I had been busy and so had Jake. He hadn’t come around all morning which wasn’t like him. We went off by ourselves to eat and I noticed a frown on his face. “You ain’t been ‘round all morning Dad, something wrong?” “Hell, I sure wanted to but I got hung up with that stupid Tom. He was supposed to be troubleshooting that electrical problem on that Case Truck and he was eat’n up time and not getting the job done. So Sam asked me to help him. I did! But instead of trying to learn something he just watched me do it! I don’t mind showing a guy how to do something but I expect him to know it the next time! The son of a bitch bills himself as a top notch mechanic but when it comes to producing he don’t know shit. He steals tools! He lies with no conscience! His only purpose in life is for his own selfish needs! And worst the stupid little bastard thinks he’s putting one over on everyone. I’d never let the little son of a bitch work on one of my vehicles. He’s a big fucking phony! Yet Sam insists on keeping him around! Maybe Sam’s fucking him!” It was the laugh we both needed. “Anyway, I’m through with that and sure I’ll be able to help you with that personal problem at 3:00.” he cheered up. “Well, Dad if you don’t, don’t worry about it” I tried to console him. “There will be lot’sa time later to help your little boy!” Then we got down to eating and he brought me a portion of some Italian chicken dish his wife made. Damn was it good! We talked like two good friends without all the “Daddy fucked you good!” Bullshit. It was almost like our friendship had gone to a different level. He dropped his goodfellows facade and talked about dreams, concerns, relationship and trucks. I learned more about Jake in that hour than I had ever known about him. It was as if I truly had become his little brother and could tell me anything. How could I help but love him? We had become friends. I never again called him Daddy Jake! Mostly I just called him Dad and sometimes Jake. Never Rags! I didn’t think that was respectful for a man I now looked up to! The afternoon flew by! Three o’clock came and went and no visit from Dad. I wasn’t worried. I saw him pass by waving his arms and talking loudly to one of the other mechanics and guessed he got caught up. Four thirty came and I started to put my tools away and here he came. Shit Son, I’m sorry I didn’t get to help you with that personal problem but I’d be happy to help you after work. “Dad I can’t tonight. I got somewhere to be about 5:30 and it’s four thirty now.” he looked like I stabbed him through the heart. “O.K. another time.” he turned to walk away and I remembered how Big Jim had rejected me and couldn’t do that to Jake. I could call Master Jeb and tell him I would be there and could I have an hours extension on our agreement? “Dad?” he turned to listen. “You’ve had a rough day, huh?” he shook his head affirmative. “Drop by for a beer and I can be late.” “Sounds good, Son, meet’cha there.” He was waiting in his pickup out front when I drove into the driveway. “Come on in, Dad. Let’s take a load off!” I smiled knowing he got the double meaning. We walked in a I got us a couple of beers. Now I’ll be right back. Relax, drink your beer. I’ve got a phone call to make to let my friend know I’m gonn’a be late. I went to my little office off the living room. Really a walk in closet and phoned Master Jeb. Big Jim answered the phone. “Master Jeb?” I said. “No this is Jim.” he paused a moment waiting for my response. “Hello Master Jim”I said “This is Bull Dog Butch!” There was a pause then this huge laughter from Big Jim. “Indeed! Good to hear your voice boy! You all right?” “Yes Sir, I’m fine” “You forgive me?” I wasn’t going to let him off that easy. “You ordered me to Master Jim.” “Holy shit, I should have known better. You right again, boy! Let me ask you a yes or no question and see how you answer? Do you enjoying killing Giants?” “No Sir, I only want to love and serve one someday.” “Damn boy you could rip the heart out of a Tasmanian Devil with that quick brain and lethal tongue of your’s! ” I was paused for a moment then I spoke quietly, “Master Jim?” “Yes, Son!” “I forgive you. Will you forgive me?” “You know it, Son! And thanks! I’ll get Jeb for ya’” I waited a moment and heard Master Jeb on the other end. “Is this my good slave boy?” “It is indeed your good slave boy!” “Master Jeb I have a favor to ask and if you grant me this I’ll never ask another.” “What is it, Son?” he asked with concern. “Something unavoidable came up and may I have an extension of an hour on our agreement?” “Of course, Son! How about eight o’clock?” “Oh gee, Master Jeb that would be great. Thank so much! I’ll see you at eight or before and thanks again!” “No problem Son! See you then.” I returned to the other room half expecting to find Jake with his cloths off but he was sitting on my bed with a long face. “Everything O.K. Son!” “Yeah Dad! I just told them I’d be about an hour late.” “Well, I’ll drink this and go, so you won’t be too late.” “Cut it out Dad! Tell your boy what’s wrong!” I began to rub his back and he melted. I thought he was gonn’a cry. “Damn it those guys down at the shop need more help than I can give them most of the time. You know why I go off with you on breaks and eat lunch?” I didn’t answer ‘cause I figured he’d tell me. “You’re the only mechanic down there that I know will do the work, do it right the first time and if you don’t know what your doing you ask! Then I only have to either tell you how to do it or show you and never have to tell you again. You’ve got it! I can tell those bastards fifty times and they still won’t remember!” “Come on Dad, relax. Take you shirt off and let your boy rub your back.” he undid his overalls and pulled them down around his waist and quickly took off his shirt and undershirt. I told him to lay on his stomach on the bed. He stretched out with a sigh and I started to rub his back. After about fifteen minutes of some very intense back rubbing he was beginning to loosen up. The he rolled over and looked at me, “I don’t think your old Dad could do you justice this evening anyway, beside,” he said laughing “you should be good for another two days!” “You got that right, Dad! The way you fucked me last night! Damn!” He smiled and looked thoughtful. I looked at him and said, “Dad, will you do your Boy a favor?” “What’s that , Son?” “Lie back and close you eyes and let your boy suck you off.?” “You don’t have to ask twice, Son you got it!” “He unzipped his overalls the rest of the way and pulled them down over his big work boots and he was nude. He got up in my bed with those big boots and fluffed a pillow under his head getting ready for his blow job. Damn he was a hot man. Every time I see him in those overalls I know what’s underneath and lately I’ve been getting a boner just seeing him walk around at work in the damn things. I started on his boots and he watched with fascination as I licked oil, grease and grim from his big hot boots. He surprised me when he held one up I had finished and just pointed to the bottom. I didn’t hesitate! I cleaned the bottoms of all grease, oil and grime. Then started on the other and he made damn sure I cleaned the bottom of that one too. My Dad was being imprinted with control. He enjoyed it and I liked it! I worked my way up his hairy Italian legs and buried my face in his ass. I put my arms under him and raise his ass to my face. His eyes widened as he watched me dive into his ass. Cleaning and sucking on his tight hole. I thought he was going up the wall when I took my thumbs and spread his sphincter and got my tongue way up there and started licking the shit out of it. He started moaning then began moving his hips to fuck my tongue with his hole. I spread ‘em further and got some good flavors out of my Dad. When I finished I notice his cock was raging hard. I kissed it ,cleaned his balls real good. They tasted like he smelled. A good healthy man sweat smell and I licked until I couldn’t taste any more. I had gotten it all. Damn I was getting in to serving a man and I wasn’t going to hold back on my Dad who needed me right then in the worst way. I took him with one lunge down my throat. I’ve never had a gag response like so many. I took him as far down my throat as I could then just used my neck and throat muscle s to fuck his dick. I kept taking more, and more in my throat until my lips pressed tight on his bear fur at his crotch. He looked down and saw his dick completely down my throat. He took his hands and place them on each side of my throat to feel the stretch and his cock in there. He leaned forward and it slid down my throat about an inch more and I felt it coming up the shaft as he lay back and moaned to God and any saint that might hear. I felt his hot come way in the back of my throat. Past any point of tasting. I held it there as he got his breath. Then I gently pulled off and as I did he shot again and I was quick enough to catch in my mouth. Damn he tasted good. It was strong and had a lot of flavor. His flavor. My Dad’s flavor. I crawled up and laid my head on his big chest and quietly spoke, “Thanks Dad, for letting me serve you!” “What can I say, Son. You took all the pain away.”Then he said the strangest thing. “You know Son, I hope your other Dad is good to you. You need a good man to serve.”“ And yes I would let my little Bro. suck me off if he wanted too!” he said laughing. Part VI~Zero Hour Could you walk a little faster, Said the Whitting to the Snail, There’s a Porpoise close behind me, And he’s treading on my tail! Lewis Carroll I quickly showered. It was 7:10. If I hurried I could just make it! I threw my shit together in my saddle bags and pulled on my leathers. If I was going to agree to this I was going to look hot upon my arrival. I checked in the mirror and thought, There’s nothing wrong with that picture. I always looked hot in my leathers! 7:25 Shit I better get on my bike and go. Went to the garage and cranked Pegasus my winged horse or Barbara Beezer when I was unhappy with it and headed out to Mount Washington. Started around the Lake (Silverlake) and thought: I’ll punch it in the ass to make up some time going around the Lake. I probably was doing about eighty five when I saw this other biker pull in behind me. All of a sudden his bike lit up like the mothership from Close Encounters and I thought Oh shit, a cop! Pulled me over and parked his bike behind mine about fifteen feet. He slowly got off and was unbuckling his helmet as he swaggered towards me. Hips thrown forward, shoulder thrown back and an attitude that would make a strong man whence. “Going a little fast there, weren’t’cha Son” Duuhh! I thought. Eighty five in a thirty mile zone. Not too fast at all Sir! “Uhh! I’m late for a very important date, Sir!” a la Lewis Carrol. And I swear to God he giggled then said, “Your fuzzy ears and whiskers took you too much time to shave?” I laughed out loud and so did he. The Ice was broken. “O.K. Son, I’m gonn’a have to write you a ticket but I’ll be easy on you. Let’s say you were ten miles over the speed limit. Forty miles an hour.” I was so grateful I just blurted out. “Thank you, Sir! Could I clean your boots.” he looked at me funny for a moment then looked at me and my leathers and had my number. “That could be arranged.” he smiled wryly. He finished writing the ticket, I signed it and he handed it to me. “You’re a fine looking young man, especially in those leathers!” Then what he said next made me leak piss in my levis. “Are you owned by a good Master, Son?” “No Sir! I was on my way to give myself for training and I have a deadline of 8:00" “You going to Jebadiah Henshaws place?” “Yes Sir! Do you know Master Jeb!” “You could say that! It’s eight now! Follow me!” I got back on my bike and he took the lead with siren screaming and lights flashing he led me to Master Jeb’s front door in ten minutes flat. Well of course, Jim and Jeb came out to see what the uproar was all about and there we were. He stopped his bike a walked over to me and handed me a card. “When does your training start, Son?” “In one month, Sir.” “Call to set up an appointment to clean my boots, and wear those leathers, Understand, Son!” I looked at him and smiled then said “Yes, Master!” he smiled at that and replied “You’ll do fine ,Son. Good luck to you!” then he waved to Jim and Jeb. And Jeb yelled at him, “Earl D., haven’t seen you in three years. How the hell are you? Jim this is an old friend of mine Earl D. Shaw. Earl this is Jim Johnson.” “Stopped your boy on the Lake doing eighty five. Said he was late for an important date. Gave him a ticket for ten over! He said your name and I figured it wouldn’t do to have such a fine looking young man be late for his future.” “Damn nice of your Earl D. to help out like that. Did he give you any trouble?” “On the contrary! One of the most polite, courteous, attractive, young slave potentials I have encountered. Will you be training him?” “He hasn’t given us his decision yet but we’re hoping so.” “Will you be keeping him or selling him?” “He will be offered on the market after training” “Good! Here’s my new address and number on this card. I don’t think you have it. Notify me when be becomes available.” Holy Shit! I had never been shown that much attention in my life! How could I say no? “Thanks again Officer Shaw” I raised my hand to wave as the walked to his bike. He turned and smiled at me and waved back. Got on his bike and was gone. “Earl D. is one handsome son of a bitch!” “What’da you think Beau?” “Yeah, he’s alright if you like pretty men, Master Jeb” “What kind’a man you find attractive boy?” “You Master Jeb.” Jeb let out a hoop you could’a heard for a block. “You do know the right shit to say, boy! Even if you don’t mean it!” And he laughed again as he hugged me tight. The the Giant walked over and looked at me and said, “And what do you have for me, Son?” as he leaned down to look in my eyes “A present that’s not worth much but it comes from the heart.” “What would that be, boy?” I threw my arms around his huge neck and gently kissed him. He grabbed me up in both arms and I was resting on his huge chest as he began to kiss me back. “That’s worth more than you can know, Son! Thanks for the gift!” We walked inside laughing and talking and Master Jeb asked if I wanted a drink. “Yes Sir, anything with Vodka.” I threw my saddle bags over the back of the couch and sat down. Big Jim sat on the couch next to me. I was lost! The was no hope for me! The smell of this Giant was making my cock hard again. Never has any human being had that effect on me. Jake smells great, strong, and masculine. But this man overpowered all my thoughts, emotions, and senses. He didn’t know it but at that moment I became his earthly slave. I may call other men Master but he will be the only man I ever call MY MASTER. Master Jeb came back with my drink and smiled as he asked, “Butch, do you always arrive with a motorcycle escort?” then threw his head back in laughter. “Well, Master Jeb. I didn’t want to be late and I was pushing the speed just a bit!.” We all laughed. “I won’t beat around the bush. Son, have you come to a decision?” “Yes Sir, I have. May I take my clothes off Sir?” “ I should have offered you that option when you arrived, Son. Of course. Do as your heart tells you.” I quickly undressed, laying my clothes and leathers on the back of the sofa, down to the cock and ball harness. Master Jeb raised an eye and looked at Big Jim and I knew Big Jim had not told Master Jeb about these things. Big Jim grabbed me around the waist and bent me over and laughed. “I knew you’d wear that back!” he seemed pleased with himself. I walked to Master Jeb and knelt in from of him. I took his right hand and placed it on my heart, covering his hand with both of mine. “Master Jeb you’ve told me I have the heart of a slave. I didn’t believe you until this week. I believe you now. Not only because of your influence but things in my past you can’t know about. Therefore I give you this heart, this slaves heart, to shape, to mold, to train as you see fit. From this moment on, until it is decided what my future should be this heart, this slave belongs to you and no other. Then I took his hand and kissed the back of it. There was a long silence for a moment and Master Jeb, with tears rolling down his cheeks, said in a cracked voice. “No man has ever given himself unto slavery or my trust with such honesty and sincerity as you have just done. I have told you that you are a Natural born slave. Do you believe me now?” “Yes Master Jeb, I do!” “And so do I! “ I heard Big Jim say under his breath. “I accept you as my slave to train, Son, from this time forward you slave name will be Butch!” Butch I kind’a like that! “Then this is no time for tears! Let’s celebrate! Our newest member of a select group of people who appreciate the finest qualities of Master/slave relationships” said Master Jim. And celebrate we did! Thanks for all your responses. I am somewhat overwhelmed. I appreciate you suggestions, comments, and enthusiasm. Waddie Greywolf
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