THE TIES THAT BIND XVI~Bell, Book And Candle

From: Dance With The Devil~
A. Beaureguard James~

I awoke the next morning feeling better than I had in a long time and hornier than a Tom Cat with a hormone problem. I eased out of bed and got in the shower and cleaned out. When satisfied, I dried carefully and snuck back into bed next to the Dungeon Master. I knew him well enough to judge just when he was about to wake up. Babe was already awake and ready to play. I positioned my ass right on Babe and gently pushed back until I felt him pop his head in to look around. I guess he was pleased that I was clean because I felt about six inches crawl into my butt. Then I knew the Giant was awake and probably had a large smile on his face. I pushed my ass back a little harder and managed to get about three quarters of Babe in me.

Then I felt these big hairy arms around me pulling me up to him tightly and Babe was all the way in my Barn. Oh geeze! He just fit! He lay there and reached down with his big head and kissed me behind the ear. He spoke softly,
“I can tell you’ve been in the shower. You smell so good. You do that for me?”
“Yes Dungeon Master! I am so horny I was going to get some this morning if I had to tie you to the bed. I crawled back in bed and saw that Babe was ready to play. I just opened the Barn door and led him in.”

“Damn! These workouts are really pumping the testosterone into you!”
You’ll be wantin’ to get in my ass if I don’t watch out.”
“If you need it Master, it’s yours and I promise you the best!”
“You know slave, I may just surprise the Holy Hell out of you some night just to see what Junior can do! In the meantime, don’t bet the farm on it happening. I know one thing about you! It would never change our relationship nor would you think me any less a Man or Master! You have been imprinted that I am your Master, one of your owners, and that can never be altered!”

“I am indeed imprinted that way! To be honest I would never wish to think of you in any other way even if I were not imprinted! With you inside me like this you think I want to switch places? Only at your behest Master!” I said with all humility as he took a couple of giant strokes into my ass.

“Oh Shit Master! That feels too good!. I ain’t gonna’ be able to hold out too long.”
Master Jim reached behind him into the drawer of his night stand and pulled out a studded leather strap. He reached in front of me and ordered me to hold my cock and balls out away from my body. I did and he snapped the leather ring tight around the area that was pulled. He let go and the ring really got tight. It felt good but it all of sudden kind a cut my need to come in half.

“That should take care of an early shot from my slave so I can get in some early morning plowing. Now, your were saying....”
“I was saying how great my Dungeon Master feels way up there in side of me. Can’t you get just a little more in, please?!” He started laughing pulled almost all the way out and told me,“Take a deep breath.....” I did and he gently but forcefully made me ride Bade all the way to the base and arched his back to make sure all of Babe was lodged as far in me as he could get it. “Is that enough Son?”

“It’s indecent Master!” He laughed at my joke. I started riding up and down on Babe getting my saddle broken in. I had a feeling I was going to get fucked royally!
“Now, you’re not riding Babe Little Beaver. The Dungeon Master is gonna’ ride your pony this morning! You just relax and enjoy the ride!” I knew that was a figure of speech. Of late if I could improve something in my fucking he would stop and correct me and do his stroke over several times to make sure I responded the way he wanted. I was not allowed to be a lazy fuck. You get more out of it when you put more into it!

Big Jim had built his bed to his own needs. It was huge and he had a special large mattress made for it. It wasn’t too high off the floor but it was high enough that kneeling he could fuck someone on the edge of the bed comfortably. He got me to the end of the bed and pulled part way out and flipped me over on my back and I hit the position. Then as he entered me I could feel all that cock going in to me big time. He handed me some handles that were attached to a couple of ropes on either side of me. With them I could hold myself in position no matter how hard he fucked me. Neat idea! I could just keep pulling my self back into prime position for his pleasure. I wanted that! I wanted to pleasure this big Man to gain his approval in the worst way.

I didn’t have to wait long as he got into fucking me hard and deep. I knew it wasn’t going to take Babe long to ride to the Barn and after a few minutes of some pretty intense fucking he slowed down and stopped for a minute.
“Feeling good to you slave?”
“God yes Dungeon Master! Take all you want from your slave! I love it, you’re taking a break, it means I get fucked a little longer. Am I pleasing you Master?
“I think you know the answer to that but a slave should hear that they’re doing an exceptional job from time to time and this is one of them. You got something this morning I damn sure am gonna’ take away from you! So hang on slave, you’re in for a good one.” He wasn’t kidding. Thank God he had installed those handles! He kept trying to get up in my ass further and further.

He took a couple more breaks and I was over my need to come real quick. The leather ring he had snapped on my cock and balls was doing it’s job and I was working so hard for his pleasure I had forgotten about how great it felt to me. This was a reality check! His needs were more important than mine! It was working! The Old Man knows what he’s doing! My brain is being rewired! Was I frightened about the prospect! Not in the least! This was the greatest feeling of my life giving to this Man, my Dungeon Master.

“He raised up a little and bent over me to kiss me gently as if he knew the epiphany that I had just had. He leaned close to my ear and spoke softly,
“You are my slave! You will always be my slave and I love you! Now, I’m going to grab that love you have for me and rip it out of your heart. He did! He started in and fucked me so hard I though we were having an earthquake. I rode every thrust down to the last one in which he yelled at the top of his voice, “THAT’S IT SLAVE! I’VE GRABBED HOLD OF IT AND I’M TAKING... IT..... AWAY..... RIGHT....... NOW!!! AAAAAAUUUUGGGG! I felt his flow begin in me with his first volley and knew I didn’t need permission to get mine. I shot all over him giving in to that love he had just taken from me. He felt my ass chewing on his big dick and he went into his other world ejaculation! I don’t think he ever realized! When his saliva would start to flow it would be slung all over the place, me included.

He was out of it for a few minutes as I felt him shoot again. How was that possible? He would shoot once then go into this nether world where an Animal took possession of him and it shot into me as well. I’m not talking just a little spit! I’m talking volumes of saliva. I would be wet and so would he. I can’t tell you the number of times I cleaned and dried the big Man off. He never failed to fulfill me totally and satisfy me sexually. I wasn’t horny anymore! I knew I would go through this day with a smile on my lips and a song in me heart!

That morning was the first morning of our jogging. I hadn’t done any exercise like that in years and my tongue was hanging out. As time went on I lost inches off my waist and so did the Dungeon Master. He was really shaping up and getting looks from all quarters.
My second bondage was not so difficult but still there were the hurts, the questions, the pain of my past that came flooding in. I was so touched that for each one my Family gathered to see me through. Though we couldn’t communicate I felt their presence and knew they were there wishing me the best in my transformation. The Dungeon Master would purposely not share with me who would be there. It was his call as Dungeon Master and Jeb was so Damn proud of him you’d of though he had just had a baby. His love for his big Friend took on new dimensions. It also improved his health somewhat. He was feeling better. He looked better. The second bondage I was watched over by Sam and Yoshie, Big Dirk and Allen, Big Beryl and Blaine were there for every one.

Chief didn’t want to seem to anxious nor make a nuisance of himself. He would call Friday nights after work to see if he was needed. Big Jim made a little Brother of him and just felt comfortable with him around. Chief worshiped Big Jim! Big Jim would jokingly tell him, “No! I think we have enough help! Well, maybe there’s a few things you might help with. You might keep the Dungeon Master warm when he naps between stretches. Chief would be there as fast as his Norton would get him there. He was there, all weekend every week! He was also being carefully taught by both Masters should he be needed in the future to help train slaves. He took his learning seriously. He sat in on my conversations with Master Jeb and saw the ways he was leading my thinking and things that I was having problems with. He saw how easily they could be overcome but the slave must come to the understanding on their own.

My Master checked on my progress but didn’t want to infringe on his Brothers turf. He was a wise enough Man to know when to back off and let the natural flow of things progress. The third bondage trip the Dungeon Master made a special call to him to come quickly as I was having a rough time and he couldn’t get me calmed down. My Master came to me and did nothing more than place his hand on me. I immediately knew it was him and calmed down, and it was all right. He broke down a cried at my need for him and my love. He knew he would never have to question it no matter how many times he left me with the Dungeon Master!

I was beginning to think of Big Jim as the Dungeon Master. It really fit him and he always walked taller with his hips thrown forward and swaggered a little. I loved it. Sure beat his usual stooped shoulder lumbering Neanderthal gait. He was taking on a sexy new persona. I never knew a person could change right before your very eyes. His face was even becoming better looking. He actually went from borderline ugly to ruggedly handsome. Not to be missed by the girls at the gym. Oh God! The girls at the gym!

I made sure I only called Big Jim ‘Sir’ at the gym. Never ‘Master’! Especially not ‘Dungeon Master’! The more they tried to figure us out the more they began to appreciate Big Jim and his apparent change. The work outs at the gym were taking it’s toll on him too. He was getting fucking big. His shoulders and arms became massive! He was a good trainer as he never ask me to lift more than he thought was really safe. He worked my fucking ass off. He would have me so tired after those workouts I just wanted to lay down and take a nap! He wouldn’t have it! I had other things to accomplish. By the end the day I no longer had much of an ass but what I had was draggin’!

The second week of training he started us running several blocks and back home before the gym. Each day he increased it another block. He was literally working my ass off. I had dropped almost two sizes in my waste and my ‘Tuff Nuts’ hung on me like a laundry bag. I didn’t have an ass anymore.

The day crowd at the gym increased ten fold. We had to wait for exercise benches. I could tell that Master Jim was not amused. He was a good friend of the gym manager/owner. He made a deal with him to do clean up for the day and wash and fold his gym towels. He had a super load washer and all we had to do was put ‘em in, dry ‘em, and fold em. He got a key from him. We got up early and was there working out and cleaning up two hours before the gym opened for the day. The owner would walk in look around and seemed to be pleased with our work. I scrubbed down the showers really good twice a week and gave ‘em a passable shot the rest. He said it was the cleanest his gym had been in years.

Well, guess what happened?! The girls would see us working out and come with their color coordinated Gucci bags and fanny packs to try to get in that early in the morning. The hours are posted on the door. Couldn’t they read? We finally had to put up a cardboard sign that said: Gym not open until 10 AM Clean up crew working! The owner was really pleased with our work and we got in our workouts done in good time. Even had time to do extra on Fridays if Master Jim felt I needed it. Which was every Friday!

The owner got a lot of complaints! If we were working out why couldn’t they?! There were some pissed off Queens! The owner would just hoot and slap his side when he told us the latest story. He didn’t give a shit, he was getting a hell of a deal. The cleaning crew he had before only came in three times a week, charged him almost three hundred per month and then wouldn’t fold the towels nor clean the shower. Why? I wondered. Big Jim didn’t expect me to do everything. He worked as hard as I did and would clean mirrors and windows once a week. We had it down to a science and the owner couldn’t be happier. He couldn’t believe we cleaned the windows and mirrors.

After the second month he wouldn’t accept our gym fees and joked that he should be paying us. We still had Queens come to the doors and get pissed ‘cause we wouldn’t let them in even though the sign was right in front of their eyes. Big Jim would smile sweetly and just point to the sign. They would walk off in a huff and we would have a good laugh.
“Teach you to make fun of the Giant and his slave!” He’d say under his breath and we would both fall out laughing.

My first month of training was coming to an end and my respect and love for both Masters had grown by leaps and bounds. I found myself using less familiar names with Big Jim. He became the Dungeon Master and I felt I should show him that respect. He questioned me several times and I explained my feelings. He thought about it for a couple of days and then one morning after working out he had me sit down on a bench and he sat next to me. We were alone as we had finished early and the owner had not come in yet.

“I’ve thought a lot about your answer about respect for me and not using such familiar names and terms. I must impress on you that I understand that is my due as your Master and especially as your Dungeon Master. You’re showing your training by needing to show this respect. I understand that! However, you’re not just an average slave. I love you deeply. I know you love me!”He saw a light go on in my brain and I smiled. He smiled back wickedly, “Don’t say it or I’ll backhand you off that bench!” Then he broke up with laughter. “I can’t go on too long with you without something funny passing between us. We know each other so well!” He was silent for a moment, put his hands together and leaned forward to rest his arms on his legs.

“My point is exactly that! Your little names for me are part of you that I love! They are a part of you that, in private, I need! In public I expect the greatest respect from you! You have never disappointed me. On the contrary, you have gone overboard with your respect and manners toward me even around our Family! That’s another thing about you I love. In the context of all that, think about this! Should you deny your Master anything? If your answer is no then you will consider my request that you rethink giving up your familiar names for me. You realize that I can make it an order! I don’t want too! I would rather you come to that conclusion on your own because you love me! Do you understand? Do you have any questions?”

“What your saying is I’m guilty of over kill! I hadn’t thought of it that way. I thought I was being a good and respectful slave. You’re saying, I am and don’t need to be so formal in private. Lighten up Kid, I’m still your big blue Ox? Ride Babe to the Barn?”
“Right! Exactly!”
“I’m sorry Master!” I had tears in my eyes. “I didn’t consider you might get pleasure from my nonsense! You don’t have to order me Doc Ox. You’ve fixed the problem. To be honest I’ve missed my conversations with Babe!” He hugged me and fell out laughing.
“Come on Little Beaver! Let’s go home!”
“Yes Master Ox!”
“Better.” He said, “Much better!”

Part II~Ceremonies

To destroy is always the first step in any creation~
e e cummings

The last afternoon of my bondage was hard! It was only Saturday afternoon but I was having a rough time that I hadn’t expected. I was to be released early that evening but by late afternoon I could see I wasn’t going to make it. I was going through some things about Nam I had never told any body. Some of the unorthodox things I had done during periods of time patching up bodies. I had some guilt that maybe I didn’t do the right thing. Some guy would be near death and I knew I couldn’t help him long enough to get him back. I would shoot him up with morphine to ease his passing. I never stayed around long enough to know whether I did the right thing. We had to account for every drop of Morphine or Demerol we used. I could give a couple of guys a little less to have some for the worst cases. My heart could not let them die in pain, alone! I stayed with many until they died in my arms and breathed their last. I am not religious but would always ask God to receive them into his light. I cried for them. Night after night.

This was ridiculous! I was in great pain that several more hours in bondage was not going to solve. I pressed both buttons. I heard the Dungeon Master on the ear phones.
“You’re in distress!” Green light!
“Can you go on?” Red light! Three times! Master Jim realized how wet it was on the deck underneath my head where I had been crying for hours. He wheeled the Gurney under me and once again I was released on the leather futon with my Family. This time I looked at Chief and Blaine and they knew immediately and lunged for me. They both held me and we all three cried and Master Jim gently ask the others to withdraw. They were concerned but complied. They didn’t go far! Blaine and Chief must have held me for over and hour. I couldn’t cry anymore! I was just heaving. Master Earl came to me and Chief and Blaine let go. They were emotionally exhausted. My Master grabbed me and spoke kindly but firmly to me. “Listen to me! Listen to my voice! You’re alright! Stop! That’s an order!”
I stopped and held him tight, “I’m so sorry Master!....” “Shhhhhhuu...”.He calmed me.
“I will never let you be hurt again! I made that promise to Wes and I make it to you! Trust your Master! Shhhhhhh....” He had a way of calming me when I was out of it! I was O.K! Then the Family gathered again and there was not a dry eye among them. I felt the empathy of each and the love they showered on me was remarkable. Big Beryl held me so tight and cried in my arms that I had to calm him. Master Bert was a love! He hugged and kissed me and whispered to me, “There is no need for apologies. Not to your Family! We will love you unconditionally!” Master Jeb was in tears and apologized for not catching that I was in distress sooner. That I had enough bondage! I had passed!

My Giant was the last to hug me. He didn’t cry! He felt he needed to be strong for me and he was right. I laid my head on his bare chest, grabbed his hand, pulled it to my face and kissed the back of it! He put his big arms around my head and whispered, “I love you slave!” Then he kissed me on top of the head.

It was good that I was released early! The clan began to gather early for the Ceremony in the Auditorium. Master Jeb and Jim had gone over and over the Ceremony with me. I was not told of Oscar’s request that I stand with him for his Ceremony.

The Dungeon Master ordered me to the showers and asked Chief and Blaine to get me ready for the Ceremony. We were in a better mood and I had a little to eat. I was feeling better. I told them they didn’t have to shower with me. They insisted! They showered too. They both took a cloth and scrubbed me within an inch of my life. I was to remain in the Dungeon until the Ceremony started.

I remained in the shower to hose out for a minute to purge myself. I came out and toweled myself off and stood looking at myself in the floor length mirror. My God! Where did Beau go? The Man looking back at me was gorgeous! It couldn’t be me? There was no one else in the room so it must be me! Chief walked up behind me and caught me admiring myself. “You’ve worked hard little Brother and it shows. You are one hot piece of property.
Look at my old dick! It can’t wait for my weekend with you! I think we can help each other. I want to be alone with you for a while. I’ll look forward to it!”
“So will I Chief. I was stunned when I found out you spent that much money for a weekend with me!”
“It’ll be worth it! For both of us!”

The Dungeon Master came into the holding cell and spoke quietly to Chief telling him what to wear for the Ceremony. All of Chief’s leathers were in one of the holding cells under lock and key. He had the key. He went off to get dressed. Master Jim had brought me a large thick heavy dog collar and placed it around my neck.. He carefully snapped a small lock in the back to secure it. Then he snapped a leash onto the front ‘D’ ring. He had already removed my plug. It was not to be in the Ceremony.

He had a long white robe that he had me try on. It fit pretty well. It was floor length and had a hood. He pulled the hood up over my head and secured the front of the robe. About that time Billy and Oscar walked in dressed in the same white robes. I had asked them to stand with me at my Ceremony. We sat and talked for a while as the Dungeon Master left to check on the progress of the assembled. He returned almost white faced and sat down with us, “The entire Goddamn Family is here! There must be close to two hundred fifty people in that Auditorium. We told the Caterer to plan for a hundred and fifty. I hope we have enough.”

Billy and Oscar assured him there would be. Many people won’t eat. A lot will just pick. “I hope your right! It is my responsibility as Dungeon Master to see to it! I don’t wish to be embarrassed.”
“It will be alright Master. Trust me!” He looked at me funny and smiled.
“I feel better! Thanks slave-boy! Your Dungeon Master thanks you!” He hugged me and kissed me.
“ Come Son! It’s time for you to become a slave.” he hugged me again. Oscar and Billy were practically in tears as they hugged and kissed me. Oscar spoke for both,
“I have requested for you to stand with me for our ceremony after yours. Will you honor us by standing with Billy for me.
“I would be thrilled and honored Oscar. I love you both so much!” Master Jim had my leash and lead me up and out of the Dungeon with Billy and Oscar following. We got to the door of the Auditorium and I could see that there were not enough chairs for everyone. Some were standing. Everyone had a candle and they were lit. The three of us were given candles with small catch holders of aluminum. They were lit for us.

We entered with the Dungeon Master leading me on my leash. Master Jim walked slowly and I walked behind him. Oscar and Billy were to the side and behind me. I could see the Masters in black robes on the right and the slaves were in white robes on the left. Everyone had robes on. Every one had candles in small holders. There were candles on the stage and in the sconces on the wall and overhead.

The Dungeon Master led me to the stage, up the stairs to the middle of the stage. I did not look out into the audience. I was told to not look up until I was instructed to. Billy and Oscar came to me. They undid my robe, Billy put the hood back. They moved behind me and removed my robe. The audience gasp and whispers ran through the assembled. I thought something might be wrong with me. Then several began to clap and they all started clapping. I didn’t look up. I saw Master Jeb stand and raise his hand for silence.

“Masters, slaves, Friends and Family we are gathered here to witness this Man give up his former life for the life of Consensual Slavery. In our world he will no longer be a free man and will belong to me and our new Dungeon Master. At this time I will turn this Ceremony over to our new Dungeon Master, Master Jim, as I am not in good health. I will join you as a spectator. “Dungeon Master......”

“Thank you Master Jeb. Our slave has chosen twelve Masters to assist in the ceremony. Will the following Masters come forward: Master Beryl, Master Sam, Master Earl D., Master Dirk, Master Bert, Master Zack, Master Blanca-lobos, Master Spencer, Master Boyd, Master Redfeather, Master Bull, and Master Grainger.”

The twelve Masters came forward and stood at the base of the stage.
“Is there someone here who will give this Man unto slavery?”
What was this? They didn’t say anything about anyone giving me into slavery!
“Aye! I will claim this Man my Son, his Dad, to give him into slavery!”
I knew that voice and it was the old lovable son of a bitch Jake! My Dad! He had balls to
come to this and give me into slavery. I knew there was some reason I loved that Man!

“Will you come forward Sir!” I couldn’t see because I couldn’t look up. Jake walked up the aisle and took the Dungeon Masters hand.
Would you go up and take a place behind your Son Sir?”
“Be happy too Dungeon Master!” Jake bounded up the stairs and came to me. He took his hand and raised my head to look him in the eyes. There were tears running down my cheeks. “I told you I would give you into slavery!” He through his arms around me and hugged me, “I love you Dad! You’re a special Man. Thanks!”
“God Son! You know I’d do anything for you! You can’t know how much I’ve missed you!” Billy and Oscar showed him where to stand.
Billy had taken our candles and snuffed them and placed them on a table. Then from the bottom of the stage the Dungeon Master said to me in a loud booming voice:
“Petitioner slave! Do you wish to become a slave before this assembly?”
“I do, Sir, so wish!”
“Have you been forced, coerced, intimidated or threatened to request this petition?”
“No Sir, I have not!”
“Do you realize all ramifications of your actions?”
“Yes Sir, I do Sir!”
“Does the assembled Masters and Family wish to grant this slaves request?”
“Aye!” From nearly two hundred fifty people. Wow!

There was a complete cow hide laid out on the stage in front of me.
“The petitioner salve will be prepared for the ceremony.” Billy and Oscar had me lay prone on the leather cow hide with my arms out to form a cross. Then they unrolled another complete cow hide to completely cover my body. They tucked it in and around my arms and sides of my torso and legs. It felt wonderful! Like a second skin! I was alone within but could hear every thing clearly.”

“Those who have been asked to speak of behalf of this slave by Myself please come forward!” I could hear movement but had no idea about this part of the ceremony.

“The first to speak will be Master Jim Redfeather! Master Redfeather.........”
“Beau and I were in Vietnam together. Not really together but at the same time. We were in separate units but knew of each other. When I got to Nam, he was already a legend. He had more Purple Hearts than any other Field Corpsman in the War. Rumor was he threw away the last four. I was bound and determined to beat him and become as well known as he. I never knew his real name. You get nicknames in the service and that’s all anybody knows. I was the ‘Chief’, for obvious reasons,” Everyone laughed, “And he was known as the ‘Squid’! We waved to each other from the ‘Heweys when we saw each other in the field. One day I came upon this Medic that was shot and bleeding pretty bad. We always took care of our own! It was Beau! I patched him up and stayed with him until the last e-vac ‘Hewey’ came for us. He was sent home. I went to see him but his plane was taxying down the runway and I waved to him. He saw me and waved back. I never saw him again until a month ago when I applied for a job and he was the hiring interviewer. We didn’t know until after I was hired just where we had known each other. I beat him with the Hearts by one but the son of a bitch blew me out of the water with a fucking Bronze Star for heroism.” The audience giggled and lightly applauded. “Since that time we have grown close as friends! No that’s not quite true, I love Beau James. He is my Brother! I am proud to know him and call him my friend. I recommend him to this assembly!” The audience gave Chief a standing ovation.

“The next to speak will be Master Beryl’s slave, Blaine!”
“Like Chief, I too was with Beau in Nam. My platoon had been ambushed , most were killed but eight of us were captured and place in a holding area to be sent north later. We were placed in bamboo cages about three feet square. Beau had gotten separated from his outfit after being ambushed while he was trying to evacuate casualties. He ran into the jungle and wandered around for a couple of days and found a dry cave to rest in. That night he left the cave and saw fire light. He went to see if it was friendly. He slowly peaked over a small ridge and saw us crammed into cages. Slowly and quietly he cut seven of us out of the cages and led us to his cave where we were at least temporarily safe. The eighth man was already dead in his cage. I was wounded but he managed to carry me back to the cave. That night everyone was in shock and all fighting and bickering about what to do. Beau was having none of it. He knew what to do. He simply took charge. He reminded each one that he had saved their butts and they owed their Goddamn lives to him. They would do as he damn well directed them. Beau went out and got us food and after resting there for a couple of days and nights we knew we had to try to get back. He became hated by the other men except me and one little guy that fell in love with him. They were also scared to death of him.

I was ranking Officer but I was lame and turned command over to Beau a Non Com Corpsman that had never shot a gun! Sounds like a dumb thing to do huh?” The audience laughed “It was the smartest move of my life, other than becoming a slave to my Master, of course!” More laughter. He was in charge and he was going to get us all back or beat the shit out of the guy that said different! He could have done it too!

The first night in the cave, one little guy was so frightened that he clung to Beau like a child afraid to leave his parent on the first day of school. Beau never scolded him nor rebuked him but tried to give him as much comfort as possible. He held him, petted him! Promised him he would get him back safely! One thing led to another and the next thing I knew Beau ordered the Kid to get his clothes off ! What he needed was a good fucking. Straighten him right out! Beau couldn’t get his fatigues off fast enough. That night in front of six other G.I.’s he made the sweetest love to this small Man and fucked the Holy B’Jesus out of him. No one said a word. It was the only thing that made sense to us at that moment. Gay or straight each Man envied that little Man! It was because of that memory and that intensity of passion I became a slave to my Master.

“The other guys were all for leaving me behind but Beau would hear none of it and carried, dragged, and badgered the others to help, but got my ass back safely through damn near forty miles of enemy territory. The fact that he cared enough to learn their language helped us tremendously getting cooperation from villagers to hide us and give us food. He spoke fluent Vietnamese!

Needless to say we made it back and I put him in for the Star! I owe my life and happiness with my Master to this slave! To me he will always be my savior, my Hero, and my Brother! I recommend him highly to this assembly!” They gave Blaine a standing ovation.

“The next speaker will be Master Earl D. Shaw, Master Shaw......”
“I have know this slave for a short period of time and we have grown close!” Everyone giggled at his understatement.“ The first weekend he spent with me a picture dropped from his wallet of his little buddy and lover in Vietnam. He was the Man Beau fucked in the cave that Blaine described for you. The picture was not only of Beau’s little lover in Vietnam it was of my last slave Wes who died several years ago in a plane crash. There were mummers and awwwws that ran through the crowd. Remarkable coincidence ? Several people don’t think so!

Years later Wes would tell me that story and then say, “You know what Master? It did straighten me right out! I wasn’t afraid any more! I knew if Beau wasn’t afraid to show me love in front of all those guys, he wasn’t afraid of anything. I knew he would get us back!” If it were not for the slave on this stage before you I would not have known the love of a wonderful human being and a good slave. I highly recommend him to this assembly.” More applause.

“The next person to speak for him will be slave Billy” The audience applauded for Billy. “Thank you all! The first time I met Beau he told me I looked exactly like his boyhood jack off fantasy Man Clancey McGee!” The audience went nuts laughing. “I told him that was who I was. It didn’t lessen his attraction to me a bit. He told me that he had carried my picture in his wallet for seven years in Vietnam. I thought he was kidding. He went and got his wallet and carefully unfolded this ragged picture of me from a Muscle magazine from the early 60's. He was not lying. I highly recommend this slave!” A standing ovation for Billy.
“The next speaker will be Master Zack! Master Zack.......”
“This Man touches everyone he meets. My young slave and I were attending an afternoon get together at Big Beryl and Blaine’s place in the desert. Master Beryl introduced Beau to the family and all the proper rituals were done but Beau went out of his way to make my slave feel important and admired.

I had to have my slave’s penis removed. He had suffered massive physical abuse as a child and developed Cancer in that portion of his body. There were no options. I told him I would never love him less but he spiraled into a vortex of depression that no pills nor therapy could touch. Not even my love for him seemed to matter. That evening after meeting Beau something in him snapped and he was himself again and has been gaining self confidence every day. I ask him what Beau had said to him and he wouldn’t tell me. I ask Beau and he said unless I could get his Master to order him to tell me that it would remain a confidence between him and Button. A wise Man knows when to back off.....”

The audience laughed. “Before he left for the evening, in front of all those people, Beau singled out Button alone to say goodbye to. He graciously asked my permission and did so with perfect slave manners.” Master Zack was crying at this point. “ Again he shared something with my slave and told him to love and be good to his Master! He has been a very good slave-boy ever since”.

I have told you this story with my slaves blessing! There is no way I can repay this Man for such a small act of kindness that has brought my joy in life back to me! Do I recommend this Man? You bet your ass I do! Thunderous applause as Button ran to his Master and hugged and kissed him.

“I will speak last for this slave!” Spoke Master Jim, “What could I add to what you have already heard except to tell you this young Man indeed touches the lives of everyone he meets! It is not customary but I want to read to you a brief portion of his slave journal. These are usually kept very private and are never seen by anyone but the Dungeon Masters. I am making a exception to that rule tonight and I think you will see why. This young Man has come a long way from the brash cocky young Man that came into Master Jeb and my lives.” he began to read:

I have come to this crossroad in my life. There did not seem to be a road that I dare try. I was ready to end my life at the crossroads. Life made no sense! Is it only getting through it, day by day, until we die? Why go through the anguish, the heartache? Why go through any more pain? Why not end it now, avoid the rush?

Those were the thoughts that ran through my mind. I didn’t have any direction or purpose to my life. I was living in my own self created hell. A poem by W. H . Auden haunted me:

When the bells jostle in the tower,
The midnight hour amid,
Then on my tongue the taste is sour,
Of all I ever did!

I’ve learned that the hopelessness of life seems worse when I am without someone to serve, someone to love. Serving and loving are almost synonymous to me. Without someone to serve I can not love. Two Men cared enough to offer me options. Options that were so radical and frightening my instincts told me to run away. Yet I was fascinated by the passion and intensity of their message. They helped me choose a road. The road to become a slave. Then by accident I met a third Master who has taught me that we should never shy away from the possibility of new love. I fell in love with him. It is my greatest wish that I may serve him as his total slave some day soon.

And what of Masters and slaves? The slave serves and loves his Master. Yet in all the relationships I have witnessed Masters love their slave’s, take care of them, and see to their needs. Which is the greater service? Who’s the Master? Who’s the slave? Does not the acceptance of responsibility of any living creature make you a slave to it? Is love by any other definition still love? I don’t have the answer to those questions! It doesn’t seem important any more! I have found a road that I must go down for better or for worse. I can see love down that road that I want and need. If for no other reason that would be enough to make me chose it. For without love there would have been no options at that crossroad and I would be already dead!

I was visited by a being of light! He called himself a ‘Child of God’. He told me that we are here to love one another. The only important thing to God is that we have learned to give and receive love while we are here! Therefore, because of the unconditional love that has been shown to me thus far, I make this decision to become a slave because I choose to live! I choose to love!~Beau James 1972
“I also recommend this slave to this assembly!” Thunderous applause.

“We will now continue with the ceremony. Will the twelve Masters please step across our slave petitioner.” Each of the men stepped across my body. Together they read these words. “We have taken your former life away from you and hold it with us in trust!”
Master Jim stepped to the table in front of the stage and said,
“Masters have you taken this slaves former life from him and do you hold it in trust?”
“We do, Dungeon Master!”
“It is done then! I ring the bell!” He rang a small bell.
“Close the book on his old life!” He closed the bible on the table.
“Dowse the candle” He blew out the candle and everyone blew theirs out at the same time. “This slave petitioner is dead to his former life!”

Then the table was moved to the right side of the stage.

“I will asked the assembled Masters to cross back across our slave petitioners body one by one.” The Men did and gathered on the right side of the stage and spoke these words.
“We now grant your petition. From this day forth you will live your life in servitude to a Master or this Family.”
“Do you recognize this Man as a slave Masters?”
“We do, Dungeon Master!”
“It is done!” He turned to the table again.
“I light the candle!”
“I open the Book on his new life!”
“I ring the bell”
“Arise slave and stand before your Masters!” I got up with Billy and Oscar helping me and stood with my head bowed. “Lift your head slave and be proud to see your Masters!” I did and every one started applauding. Billy handed me my unlit candle. Master Jim walked over with the candle he lit and lit mine. I lit Billy’s and Oscar’s. They lit the twelve Master’s on the stage. They went out into the audience and lit theirs until all candles were lit. Then they returned to the stage. This was to symbolize the importance of Family unity.

“Kneel before your chosen Masters slave! I gave my candle to Oscar and moved in front of the twelve Men on the stage and knelt. “You will show each your love , homage, and appreciation, for granting your petition and acknowledging that you are now a slave.”

I was to kiss each one’s boots and then beneath their robes they had their dick and balls exposed so that I might kiss them in homage. The last in line was my Dad Jake. He didn’t have a robe but an old pair of his coveralls. Didn’t matter he looked hot! He had them unzipped and ready for me. I grabbed him around the waist and just held my face to his crotch. Then I kissed and licked each of his big heavy boots and found his cock and balls waiting for me and showed them a little extra love. He was pleased and happy for me.

When I had done that I was instructed to stand. I walked to the middle of the stage and Master Jim said,
“Gentlemen, slaves, friends and Family I present to you our new slave!”
I got a standing ovation. First one in my life! Probably the last too!

“After our next ceremony our slave here will be happy to receive and pay homage to any Master in the house tonight! The ceremony is ended!” With that the Masters on the stage rushed to hug me and kiss me. Master Jim asked that everyone postpone congratulations to all until after the next ceremony. Billy grabbed me by the arm and he and Oscar and I walked out the side door. Everyone remain seated.

Master Bert met us at the entrance. There was Master Earl and Master Beryl waiting for us. The two Masters walked first followed by Master Bert who led Oscar by a leash. Followed by Billy and I. The slaves were in the buff. We got to the front and we stood behind Oscar. The two Masters stood behind Master Bert. The Dungeon Master conducted the brief ceremony.

“To all who have gathered here we have a Master, Master Bert who has made a claim for our Family slave Oscar. Oscar has acknowledged his claim and comes before us to ask our permission and request our blessing to transfer ownership from our Family to Master Bert. How do you all say?”
“Aye!”
“Are there any Nays?” Silence.
“Oscar, your Family has found it meet and right to give you unto Master Bert to be his property. Make your Family proud. Serve your new Master well.”
And with a kiss the ceremony was over! Billy was a mess. I had to hold him as he cried then he held me while I cried then we both held Oscar as he cried. Then the confusion of the evening began. I was taken by Master Jim to the side of the stage where I was told to kneel for any and all Masters to pay homage to them. I must have kissed a hundred pairs of boots, dicks and balls. Was one of the best experiences of my life. Everyone partied until late in the night. I got a little drunk and was clinging to Master Earl. Master Jim saw me and spoke to Earl. “He needs to be put to bed. Would you like to stay over. We have the end bedroom upstairs open if you want to take him up there.” Master Earl thanked him and I said goodnight to all that were left and we went upstairs. The bed was already made and I helped my Master off with his boots and leathers. I was so glad to be alone with him.

“Master I don’t know if I can make it through another two months!”
“Look at you! You look great! Master Jim is working you hard. You look better than you have in your life. The worst parts over. You are now a slave! Be happy with me tonight slave!” He was right as usual. “You’re right Master! It’s just that I miss you so damn much!” “I know you do but visitation starts next week end and I’ll get to see you then!
Hang in there tiger, you’re almost there!” He made love to his slave. The sweetest love he had ever made to me. He knew I had been on an emotional roller coaster ride and needed some down home lovin’. He provided just what I needed. I drifted off to sleep in the arms of the Man I had committed myself too. I was happy!

Part III~All In The Family

Do not caress the lonely Manticore
Do not unless your hand is gloved
Feeling alone, feeling betrayed
He often bites the hand he really meant to kiss
Under his pillow he keeps Solomon’s Seal
And late at night he battles with the Sphinx
G. C. Menotti

There were a number of people for breakfast the next morning. Oscar was in the kitchen with Billy cooking. I joined them to help. Master Jim came down with Chief to have coffee. They had spent the night together in Big Jim’s room. I had hoped something had happened but was not about to ask either one. I knew neither one could keep it from me for long, especially if I paid no attention to it at all. I knew it would drive Master Jim nuts. Which is exactly what I did!

I handed them each a cup of coffee and winked at Chief. He blushed. Dirk and Allen had gone home but were just arriving back with sweet rolls and doughnuts. Master Zack and Button had stayed over and were coming downstairs. Button ran to me and I hugged and kissed him. Then put him to work with the rest of us. Being around Billy and Oscar was a big boost to Button. He fell in love with them too and they were generous with their time. Button confided in me he wish he was smooth like Billy and Oscar. I told him to ask his Master to consider it. “I’m afraid too Beau!” “He loves you Button! He would at least listen. If you asked him to please consider your request. They don’t have to remove them. They can sew them up inside you and just remove the sack and make you smooth like Billy and Oscar.” “O.K. Beau I will! I trust you. I love you Beau.” “I know you do little Brother and I will always adore and love you too!”

Oscar was again getting everything ready. Beryl and Blaine came up from the Dungeon. They look like they had fucked half the night. Sam’s name for Big Beryl of Horny Old Goat seemed to fit. I might add he was one hell of a lovable and fine looking Horny Old Goat and was happy for both him and Blaine that they were finding renew vigor in their relationship.

Blaine washed his hands and started helping with breakfast. General Oscar could use all the help he could get. I again congratulated him and he smiled and blushed and thanked me for standing with him. Billy was better this morning but had his hands all over me. Told me how great I was looking and was looking forward to my weekend with Master Bert. I was in a mellow mood because my Master could be with me a while longer and I could rest up for Monday. We finally got breakfast ready and served. We were all out under the tree at the table.

Master Beryl stood. “To our new slave and new Master and his slave into our Family.
As the old saying goes: We have not lost a good slave we have gained a good Master!
We are the richer for them!” “Here! Here!” Glasses clinking all around.

Master Earl was sitting next to me and we were talking quietly.
“Do you know anything about a ‘Master Bear’ Beau?”
“No Sir, I don’t! I’ve overheard Master Jim speaking to Master Jeb about him but he doesn’t know him either.” Master Bert overheard us and said that he knew him well.
“He’s an enormous Bear of a Man, great body, well endowed, and wealthy. He has several slaves but is looking for a special slave to be his number one and run the others. He’s a strict disciplinarian and won’t tolerate any nonsense from his slaves. He also is a fair and loving Man. I don’t know how he found out about Beau because we didn’t tell him. I haven’t seen him in a couple of years until recently. He was wearing a full sculpted leather hood that fit entirely over his head and he wouldn’t remove it.”

“Where does he come from?” I asked.
“He has a Mansion in the desert near Twenty Nine Palms. It’s a beautiful place. Private, secluded. He also goes by the name Captain Fantastic. Have you heard that name?”
Neither of us nor any one had. Except Billy and Oscar. Master Earl raised an eyebrow and looked at Billy. “How long have you known him Billy?”
“Ten, maybe fifteen years. Yeah! More like fifteen. He was a friend of George’s. We use to socialize for a number of years. When George died I didn’t hear from him so much until recently. He was a drop dead handsome Man. A number of year ago he was in a fire. He rushed into to save one of his slave’s life and his face was badly burned. He wears a full leather hood in public every where he goes because of the disfigurement . To compensate he worked on his body and is buffed out to the max. He’s going through extensive reconstructive surgery and doesn’t want anyone to see him until it’s done. The hood is remarkable ‘cause it fits so well you just think your talking to a Black Man.”

I looked at Master Earl and he shrugged like, “I don’t know what to think!” Didn’t seem to be any mystery to him. Master Earl nor Master Jim had ever heard of the Man.
Master Sam joined us and heard bits of the conversation. Yoshie was across from me and smiled. “You guys talking ‘bout the Captain?” Asked Yoshie.
“Yeah!” Said Master Earl.
“The guy they call Captain Fantastic?” Asked Sam.
“Yeah!” Said Oscar, “Do you know him Master Sam?”
“Yeah! I use to ride with him and some other guys. He wasn’t real wealthy then, although he always had money and was generous to a fault. Paid for an Engine over hall for me in Mobile Alabama one time when I didn’t have enough to cover it. Told me to pay him when I could. I did repay him plus interest about a year later. He’s a good Man. One of the finest. Heard he got disfigured in a fire about three years ago. I introduced him to Yoshie. About a year ago was it Yoshie?”
“Yes Dad! We were on the Pike’s Peak run and we kept seeing this big guy ride by on a big Harley and he’d wave. He had a leather hood on and you didn’t recognize him.”
“He stuck out his hand and I knew from his voice who he was. He must of been burned pretty bad to wear that hood everywhere. It fits him perfectly. Whoever made it is a fine leather craftsman. I’d love to have one like it! For display purposes only, you understand?” “Yeah! Sure Dad! They understand!” Yoshie said laughing. Everyone else laughed.

“Why do they call him Captain Fantastic!” I asked innocently.
“Thank you God!” Sam said looking up to heaven, “I just knew you’d ask that question! Now give me your best guess!”
“Oh!” I said.
“Unbelievable!” said Sam “There is a rubber husband on the market that was made from a plaster mold of his dick!”
“Yes! Dad and........” Urged Yoshie.
“Well, we just happen to have one.......... for display purposes only of course.”
“Of course! Master Sam.” I said drily. “We certainly understand!” Everyone whooped and roared with laughter at Sam.
“Be honest Dad......” Yoshie goaded him “Well, we may have played around with it a couple of times.”
“A couple of times?!” Said Yoshie “Will you give me a quarter for every time you’ve had that thing up my ass?” Everyone was falling out at Yoshie. He was funny.
“Now slave!” Sam mawkishly scolding Yoshie. “Damn, I can’t take him anywhere!”
Everyone continued to laugh.

“You gonna’ spent a weekend with him Beau?” Yoshie asked.
“Rumor has it, Yoshie!”
“Remember our secret pact, Beau!”
“I remember!”
“I’m the first one you call when you get back!”
“Right! Tiger!” Everyone was laughing.

Master Earl wasn’t! I wanted desperately to change the subject.
“Is your Dad still doing those exquisite acrylic sculptures Yoshie?”
“Yes! He just finished a Chess Set that’s being presented to the Mayor of LA for his birthday next month!”
“Does he ever do commissions for people?”
“What! You want an acrylic dong toy for your Master to use on you!” Sam joked.

“Believe me Sam, he doesn’t need any more toys. Besides, the real thing is more than O.K. with me. Sam knew the first Monday I came to work with that silly smile on my face something was up. I was thirty minutes early to work! That never happened before! He took one look and asked ‘You fall in love over the weekend boy?’ and I thought, ‘If you only knew Sam! If you only knew!’ Never thinking he not only knew but was good friends with the Man I had fallen in love with!” Everyone laughed again. At least I got a smile out of my Master and he hugged me.

“I need to show you something in my cell in the Dungeon Yoshie?”
“Why don’t you just bring it out and show it to all Son! Were finished with Brunch and I know most here would love and appreciate the story!” Urged Master Jim.
“Well, my Master hasn’t seen it nor does he know about it! Is that an order Master Jim?” “No Son! We discussed it and you know my feelings! I don’t think you have a damn thing to feel bad about! It’s a loving story! A bit bazaar and funny but touching and loving!
Share it with your Family. Let them be the judges.”

“Your right Master Jim. I’ll get it! May I be excused for a moment Master Earl.”
“Of course slave! Hurry back!” I left to get Josh Cochran’s cock.

“Gentlemen the night he told me this story I couldn’t believe it but it is a true story. You know how thoughtful he can be and how some things just rip him a new ass hole emotionally well this is one for the books. I told him what he did was not to be considered perverted but very loving. You be the judge, here he comes!” I handed my box to my Master and he started to open it.

“Not yet Earl, please! Let him tell his story.” Said the Dungeon Master gently to Master Earl. I started to tell the story of Josh Cochran and how I had tried to get six separate surgeons to reattach his dick and they all refused to even try. I was crying at that point and had to stop.

Chief said, “I heard this story in Nam and thought it was rumor. My God Beau that was you?”
“I knew Josh Cochran! We went through OTS together and were shipped to Nam at the same time. Holy Shit Beau!” Said Blaine.

“Yes but the horrible part was I was so angry and pissed I didn’t want the Man’s cock to go with out love so I pulled two rubbers over it. Tied them off with a string. KY’d my ass good and shoved it as deep in my butt as I could get it. Then I went and fucked the devil out of Wes. He told me he didn’t know what got into me but it was the best fuck I ever gave him! I thought, “If you only knew!” Everyone was rolling on the ground laughing at me and I didn’t mean it to be funny. Then I began to see the humor in it myself and for the first time since I did it I allowed myself to laugh!

“Well, the worst part was I slept with it up my ass all night long!” More laughter from my Family.
“ I was making one of those monkey pod coffee tables that they pour with acrylic and put shells and seahorses in. Then you polish it real good and you can see through it. I made a little box that size and encased Lt. Cochran’s dick in acrylic.” Everyone couldn’t believe as Master Earl slowly opened the box and then held it up to the light.

“Damn Son! What’s to be ashamed of that story?” Big Beryl said coming over to hug me with tears in his eyes. Sam stood up and hugged me and he had tears in his eyes. “You never cease to amaze me you little shit! Now I remember why we love you!” Then laughed.
“Shit! Said Blaine, the Man had a nice dick! What a waste!”

“Beau’s right about what they told us to do in the field. It was stupid and I went against it a number of times myself. It happened quite often some guy would get his cock and sometimes his balls shot off. I’d save the guy every time! I didn’t care what they told us. They told us just to let them bleed to death because they though it was better for them to die than have to live with out a cock and balls. Typical Macho Military thinking! Look at Billy and Oscar. And our handsome little Button! He’s gonna’ be just fine. Did I do the wrong thing? Did Beau?” Everyone was telling both of us we did the right thing.
“I never shoved one up my ass but I’ll admit I thought about it a couple of times. Sorry now I didn’t! How’s that Bro!” He grabbed me and hugged me. We’re all right Buddy, we’re all right! It’s the rest of the world that’s fucked!”

Yoshie held it and looked at it and marveled. “It’s perfectly preserved! That’s remarkable! I know what you want! You want to ask my Dad if he can sculpt it to the exact shape of it leaving enough to still preserve it!”

“How did you figure that out?” I asked him. “‘Cause it’s exactly what I would do! I think it’s a wonderful idea. I could get x-rays at school as a blue print with exact dimensions to work from. I’m almost sure he would do it! He is an excellent craftsman! If he didn’t think he could do it he’ll tell me. We’re pretty close especially since Mom died and he love’s Sam. He’d do anything for Sam. He know’s about us and is disappointed he’s not gonna’ have Grand Kids from me but hell, he’s got six others to give him all the Grand Kids he can handle. You think Dad would do it Master?” He asked Sam.

“If youask him ? Are you kidding? The sun rises and sets in his Son the Doctor!” “Yeah! Master, it’s nice to have his approval after all these years. Thanks to you Dad!”
“Now! You’ve pushed me to tell secrets, fair is fair, tell them your good news or I will!”
“Oh Dad.......you tell ‘em!”

“The Hospital has an emergent need for new interns and sent out calls to all the Universities to send them their brightest top students and they would screen them with oral exams. Yoshie passed! His grades will be still the same and graduate with top honors, which you are all invited to, we’ll sent out invitations to all the Family. He starts as an Intern tomorrow at Queen of Angeles in E.R.!” Every one went nuts and was hugging Sam and Yoshie. Yoshie was embarrassed but pleased that his Master was so proud of him. We all were! Everyone was in awe at the love that passed between Sam and Yoshie and how closely they were bonded.

“May I take it with me Beau?” “Sure Yoshie! Just be careful with it. I’d like to get it back to him someday, if possible.” “I will be very careful and Dad will treat it like a Holy Relic.”

“Doctor Yoshiro Tagame! How does that sound Yoshie!” Said Big Beryl as he came up from behind and put his arms around Yoshie.
“It sounds pretty damn good Dad Beryl but I’d much rather hear you call me Son!” He roared his big Bear laugh, kissed him behind his ear and told Yoshie he would never get away from that!

Part IV~ A Master’s Love

when with you I fell in love
my heart no longer mattered
it was as if the earth stood still
and all it’s minions scattered
Canto 2~Slave’s Song~W. D. Dux

I was now officially a slave. I didn’t feel much different. I had always thought of myself as a slave. Especially within the context of this Family. They had accepted the way I thought about myself and nothing changed really. Something was different and I knew it was so subtle that I was missing it. I began to have a wonderful afternoon with my Master and the Family in Master Jeb and Master Jim’s pool. I wasn’t drinking anything because tomorrow was a work day. Was it ever! I told Sam I was looking forward to coming back to work to get some Goddamn rest! He just laughed and told me he thought the new Dungeon Master was doing one hell of a job and he hoped he kept it up. Said I was looking really good and wanted to see me look a lot better by the time I was ready to be sold to his Brother Master Earl.

It suddenly hit me while laying in my Master’s arms on the deck by the pool.
I’m free. FREE! I had very little personal possessions to fetter me. I could go anywhere, do anything, love the Man I choose to love because I’m free. I didn’t have to work toward the goal of becoming a slave. I was one! I’m there! I have arrived and I am free! How could I be a slave and be free? You haven’t been paying attention! Master Earl looked at me and smiled knowingly,
“You’ve just had a revelation, I can tell, I know that look! You want to tell your Master about it?” I looked at him , at what a truly handsome Man he was and said softly so that only he could hear,
“I’m free Master!”

“That’s the way your suppose to feel Son.” He stated equally softly. “You are an empty canvas ready to receive a Master’s touch. Your next two months won’t be nearly as rough as the first one. That was slave boot camp and it gets pretty rough. I watched what it did to you. You should have seen what it did to me! Woah! You came through in flying colors compared to me. Jeb was right! Only that training could make me know the soul of my slave. I’m not ashamed that I went through it!”

“I’m not ashamed of you admitting it either Master. If anything I appreciate you telling me because it makes me think you wouldn’t ask something of me without putting yourself in the same position. Making allowances for body modifications of course.”
“Your not worried about that are you?”
“Goodness no! If you want them, take them, their yours anyway.” He took me in his arms and said softly, “I choose to let you keep them for a while!” Then gently kissed me.

“Would you like to go back to the bedroom and please your Master one last time before he must go home. I don’t want to overstay my welcome.” I smiled a wicked smile.
“Yes, I’ll let you ride it if you want!” How did he know that?
“How did you know what I was thinking?”

“Psychic powers are catching. Besides I can read your mood swings like a book! I’m going to be a very fine Master for you. I’ll have you shaped up and jumping through flaming hoops in no time!”
“I’ve always wanted a Showbiz career. I can see it now, ‘Officer Masters and his wonder slave! See death defying stunts. See the slave jump through flaming hoops perform a triple half gainer and land on a butt plug of enormous proportions without once losing his smile!” “God! If I could train you to do that I’d never get the smile off your face!” I looked stunned. “Good one Master!” I had to laugh, I set myself up “Good one!” I said again.

“Would it be proper for me or you to ask the Dungeon Master’s permission?”
“It would indeed slave. I’ll ask him.” He left for a moment and I saw him get Big Jim aside and talk to him. The Dungeon Master looked over at me and smiled as Master Earl was walking away and gave me the O.K., thumbs up sign. Then he grabbed his ass and walked like it hurt him miming how I was gonna’ walk after Master got though fucking me! He could be a Clown when he wanted to be. I loved him dearly.

Master Earl returned to me at pool side and said no problem. “ He was happy we could spend a little time together. Said he thought you needed me right now.” I smiled
“He knows me pretty damn well. How much do you know about him Master?”
“Jeb and him have been buddies, partners, room mates, companions for years. Their not lovers I don’t think. No one really knows. No one knows much about Big Jim. I know they were in the service together. First Korea and then the early days of Vietnam. They were going to be career Marines.”

“What kind of Education would you say Master Jeb has?”
“I can tell when you’re leading me down a path Son. What’s this all about?”
“I’ll explain when we get to the rose garden just trust me! There is a point to this.”
“O.K. Well, I don’t really know but if I had to guess I would say he has a Master’s degree in Psychology or Sociology. Some related field but I just don’t know. I’ve never asked and something’s you just don’t need to know about people. Like I have less education than you do. Will you love me any less?”
“I’d love you if you were a pea picker.”
“Like Cousin Ernie?”
“Yeah! I loved Cousin Ernie.”
“Me too!”
“No! That’s not my point! Now, please, just play my stupid game for a minute.”
“All right! Shoot!”
“Well, I would say you’re probably correct about Master Jeb’s education but to be honest I don’t know either. I don’t think I want to know unless he wants me to .”
“What about Big Jim? I asked him.
“Hard to say. No body knows much about him. He can be surprisingly bright and seems to be very intelligent. I couldn’t imagine you loving any one that wasn’t fairly bright. I would guess High School maybe two years college. Then again no one gets to know too much about him he just may be a Brain Surgeon for all I know. I think he’s very bright!”
“Yeah! Me too! Well thanks Dad that’s what I wanted to know.” He was quiet for a moment then started laughing.
“Do you have any idea how many ways I know to torture a smart ass little slave?”
“No Sir, and I don’t want to count the ways either. I’ll be good. I’ll spill.”
“Now what’s the point to this little game.”
“What would you say if I told you that he holds a Doctorate from Oxford?!”
“England?”
“The same!”
“Nooooo........Really!”

“Master, I damn near shit on the floor when I asked him about a graduation picture on his dresser. It was his graduation from Oxford. I Kid you not! He was a Rhodes Scholar. Showed me his Diploma. I couldn’t believe it! I asked myself why? Then why not? And in a subject I never even hear of.”
“What’s that?”
“Biophysics.”
“What’s Biophysics?”
“I never found out. I didn’t want him to think I was so dumb I didn’t know!” I laughed and he laughed with me. “Yeah! I can see why! Fascinating! Big Jim huh?! Damn that explains some things I’ve wondered about for a long time. I’ll tell you about ‘em later let’s get upstairs!”

We snuck off to the last bedroom. It was quiet upstairs as everyone was out be the pool. We made love for a while and I ask him,
“Are you worried about this Master Bear or Captain Fantastic?” He was quiet for a minute. “I’m not gonna’ lie to you it concerns me. It’s a new, unexpected variable that we hadn’t counted on. But I want to have faith that Wes hasn’t brought us along this far to let something or someone come between us now. Don’t you slave?”

“Yes Sir! But Master you know when I tell you something and I tell you it’s important you’ve learned to heed what I say. Right?”
“Yes I have Son and I believe if you didn’t feel strongly about something you wouldn’t tell me. I have learned to trust you and I do trust you so let’s hear it!”
“There’s something not right about this. That’s all I have right now. Maybe I’ll get other thoughts but I know something isn’t right. I must talk to Master Sam alone. We’ll be with him next weekend and have a better chance to find out for us. Yoshie’s a pushover. He tells me everything with his face.”

“Do you feel it’s anything to worry about.”
“That’s the weirdest part! I get the feeling something’s wrong but it isn’t threatening. It isn’t bad. How can that be?”
“I don’t know Son. Let’s just keep our eyes and ears open and share anything we find out. I’ll run some record search’s and vehicle registration search’s at work and see if there’s any records for him. We can sometime find out a lot from AKA’s. We’ll talk over the weekend. Now! What did we come up here for?”

I got busy and gave my Master one hell of a good ride. I would build him up and then stop short of getting him off. After the third time he threatened me with bodily harm if I didn’t take his Cadillac and park it in my garage. Like Master Zack said, a wise Man knows when to back off or....... get his Master off, or...... back his Master off.......what ever, you get the idea. You don’t have to be a Biophysicists to get that one, what ever the hell that is!

I had graduated from boot camp of slave training. I didn’t get a diploma. I just got called a slave. I was called that before I did that month. Where was I now? I wasn’t quite sure but I had two more months to find out. I wanted to have one of those ‘T’ shirts printed up that says:I MADE IT THROUGH SLAVE BOOT CAMP and all I got was FUCKED and this LOUSY GODDAMNED “T” SHIRT. Can I trade the shirt for another FUCK!

Master Earl said good bye to all in the late afternoon and I walked him out to his bike. I wasn’t as sad to see the violet eyed handsome Devil depart although there was still a sizable lump in my heart. I stood there looking at him, looking at the words he was speaking as they were going past my ear, my brain saw only his incredibly handsome chiseled face of rugged proportion, and saw his full masculine lips moving, the drone of his rich baritone voice.
He could have been reciting Mary Had a Little Lamb and I wouldn’t have cared he was so gorgeous just to look at. “Have you heard a word I’ve said?” “Uhh, Yes Sir! Every word Sir!” “ Well, blah, blah, blah..............” Damn he’s pretty on that bike. I wonder if he’ll let me suck him off right here. No! Beau! You can’t ask a God to rev his engine just so you can suck his dick. Look at those fucking boots! Have you ever seen a Man wear boots like he can?! I wonder if he’d let me eat them once more before he pulls away?. I should be hanging on his every word but I can’t because.......oops! I think he just caught me glancing down at his boots, Oh God! I’m doomed! What to do! “What did I just say to you slave.......”

“Uuuuuu.......how fair is the moon this hallowed ‘eve......No huh? Sorry Master my mind was admiring the view. “But you were looking right at me?” “I know........” I grabbed my crotch and got a look of pain.
“You’re hopeless but I love you anyway. See ya’ next weekend and congratulations slave. I’m proud of you!”~

End Part XIV~
Waddie Greywolf
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