THE TIES THAT BIND XV (A)~Sojourner

“Nothing to apologize for Son. If you weren’t a little broken up leaving your Master then I’d be suspicious. You really love him don’t you?”
“Yes Master Jim, I do!”
“Well hell, Kid! This will all be over before you know it. You’ll go to sleep one night andwhisper in my ear. ‘You were right Master Jim. It’s all over and I’m going home with myMaster tomorrow.’” He had a way about him. He could simplify the biggest of problems. I rolled over and kissed him,
“Thanks my beautiful Ox! I love you too! You make the clouds roll away and the sunshine through.”
“I don’t know how, Little One, when I have the Sunshine laying next to me!” I melted and he kissed me with a kiss of welcome back that made my ears smoke. I was home to my Giant. Still he didn’t try to take me.

I had my head on his stomach and Babe kept winking at me whispering, “Come on Kid! Just a little taste. It’s been a while and you know how good I taste! Go ahead! He won’t care. I’ll just tell him to cool it! That’s it Kid. Just a little further with that tongue and you’ll be right in my piss slit. AAAAhhh, yes! Now just the head! You don’t have to take it all. Just let me rest in your hot little mouth for a few minutes! Come on Kid! You know how good I taste! That’s it .....aaahh yeeeessss! Feels fine Son. Suck on me just a .......aaahhh, Yeesssss I told you ! Didn’t I tell you! Uh-hum! I do taste good, don’t I?”

See how you are! Forget all about me for that Big Hot Cop Dick! Yummmm, See how good I am to you, I’m giving you a lot of extra juice. Lap that shit up there Kid! Um-hum! Yea, you like that taste of that Big Man fluids. Want some more, slave-boy? Can’t get enough of ‘em can you! Suck that good juice and let it slide down that tight little throat of yours!..... Go on! Suck ‘em down. Make you grow up big and strong, just like Daddy! Um-hum! Get that little throat all lubed up.

Old Man hasn’t had anyone suck on me since you left! Yeah! I knew you’d like to taste me again! Them juices are pretty goddamn tasty aren’t they Lad? Now, you don’t have to take more of me! I’ll live up to my end of the.....aaaahhhhh, yeeessss! Oh fuck!!! God, the Old Mans gonna’ love that! I know I do!!. See how much better I taste when you get my head down your throat like that. I see that little throat hasn’t had a good workout in a while. We better take care of that right now, Son! Holy shit Son!

You take two or three more hits like that on me, that Old Man ain’t gonna’ be able to hold back and I’m gonna’ have to spit down your throat. You better hold back, Kid!! I ain’t just a whistling Dixie here Kid! That Old Man’s building a head of steam that gonna’ blow your head clean off!! Oh, sweet Jesus that feels good Son, you taking me all the way down your throat. Can you feel me expanding that tight little throat of yours? Um-hum! Gettin’ it loose so you can work that big thing! Um-hum! I know that Old Man up there is about to lose it so you better back off quick if you want to catch me in your mouth Son! You know how crazy you are about tasting my spit!. Here it comes sweet baby, you’ve earned it! Better open that little skull -pussy wide slave!! You’re getting a two week’s worth of a Giant King Size Load!”

Babe spit in my mouth a bodacious load, once, twice, and again until I had a mouthful of Giant Blue Ox come! Boy were my jaws sore! I rested Babe in my mouth and I swallowed a bit. Swallowed a bit more, until I had all that tart creamy goodness sliding down my throat then made Babe act like a plumber’s helper to push it down hard. Thought the Old Man was going into orbit since Babe was so sensitive after coming. He laughed and grabbed me by the head and pulled me up to him. I didn’t have to ask the Old Man that owned Babe if he liked what I did to him. He had a silly smile on his face as he pulled me up to him to kiss him goodnight! He did whisper, “That was sweet love! Your Old Man appreciated it! Babe said to tell you he did too!!”

We were up early the next morning, showered together and we’re laughing like two Kids as we came into the kitchen for coffee. Big Jim brought out the Kid in me and my Kid was only too ready to play with his Kid. Except today was going to be work. Was it ever.!
"Glad to see you’re in better spirits Son!”
“Thank you both for being understanding last night! I was a mess and want to apologize!”
“Not necessary Son! Hell, I’d probably feel the same way if I’d just left Officer Shaw.” He laughed.
“He is a bit of a heartthrob no matter who looks at him!”
“I’ll second that!” Chimed in Big Jim. Damn fine looking Man! Especially now he’s in love.
That morning turned out to be a whirlwind of activity. I read and signed the contract Master Jeb handed me! It basically gave him ownership of my person until sold. Since I already had notarized health care papers with him as final say it saved him some time and explanation. We squared away my bank papers and I took him to my bank to be signed on as co-signer only. He would not be able to withdraw any funds but his signature must be present for me to withdraw. I had added in case of his demise that this arrangement was null and void and returned to the original state.
He agreed. Total on account after transfer of my checking account and money held back for personal needs my savings account ballooned to forty eight thousand dollars and change.
Master Jeb shook his head as we left the bank.
“You never cease to amaze me, Son!”
“Why Master!”
“The single highest amount of money anyone I’ve ever accepted for training in his savings account. Not only the highest but triple what anyone else ever placed into savings.” He just laughed and patted me on the back. He hadn’t considered the stock options I had from work in the trunk at the house. That was another ten thousand dollars. I mentioned it to him and he almost turned blue then whistled,
“They’re in your trunk??!!”
“Yes Sir! Ten Thousand dollars worth!”
“Ten Thousand dollars worth of Stock Options IN YOUR TRUNK??!!”
“Yes Master! Is that bad, what??”
“If the house burns down what happens to your Stock Options Son?”
“Oh!! I hadn’t thought of that!” I spoke softly and shamefully.
“Holy Macaroni Son!! Let’s get them out tonight and with that large a deposit that bank will give you a free safety deposit box with two keys. One for me and one for you. When your sold I have no problem turning my key over to Earl D. But if I should not be Earl, God forbid, then I will keep the key.

Sounded good to me. I apologized for my stupidity. Master Jeb just laughed and muttered under his breath, “The fucking Kid has ten thousand dollars worth of stock options in an old trunk in my attic! Son of a bitch! You were right, God, to send him to us! He very much needs a good Master to hold his hand!” Then laughed like hell and put his big arm around me and hugged me tight. “Wait’ll Jim hears about this! I better make sure he’s sitting down!” He laughed again.

We were through by noon and headed back to Mt. Washington. We were in his old truck. “One more thing taken care of Little Beaver. You excited about entering training?”
“I would be if I knew more about what to expect.” I said sort of wistfully.
“Did you know what to expect when they sent you to Nam, Son?”
“God no! I never would have gone!” I surprised myself with that answer. It was the truth!
“Hopefully training will be a bit more pleasant than your experience in Nam.” He laughed. “I didn’t mean to compare them Sir. For one thing I don’t think two people I love and am convinced love me are going to do anything to harm me.” I said with some enthusiasm.
“Exactly, Son! I’ll stop using the term ‘trust’! Let’s try ‘faith’! Have faith in Big Jim and I.”

We picked up ‘In and Out’ burgers for all on the way home and Big Jim was waiting for us. We had lunch and rested for about an hour. I took a quick nap in the Giant’s arms and he woke me. “Time to start training. This part of your time belongs to me. He took my plug out and told me to put on a strap and gym shorts and loose fitting top we were going to the gym. I climbed on the back of his Harley and we were off! He wore only his big ‘Farmer John’ overalls with no shirt underneath and his big boots. He looked hot! I was interested to see what looks we got at the gym. He took me to a small gym on Hyperion in the Silverlake district. It was early afternoon and there were only a hand full of people there. Obviously Big Jim had made previous arrangements with the owner/manager for me to come with him to the gym.

He knew my name and asked me to sign a card and insurance release. I did and he handed us two towels.“We won’t be showering here.” Big Jim spoke softly. “Some of these queens get rabid when they’re in heat. You and I aren’t here to tease the girls. We’re here to work out! We’ll shower in the big shower in the Dungeon when we get home. Always take the towel. You may need it to wipe your hands or head. Good for placing on a bench if you don’t know how clean it is.” I had worked out before some but never kept it up. It became boring after awhile and unless you had a regular partner to work out with it was dull city! I had a feeling that this was going to be anything but a dull work out.

I use to have this little ‘running buddy’ that I’d go to the Leather Bars with! He was a little bottom and had a mind up in lights. His name was Mike Miller! Will never forget him! He was wonderful to go to the Bars with ‘cause he kept me laughing all night. He said some of the most outrageous things. Some really built Man would walk into the Bar and Mike would take one look at him a tell me, “Oh! He’s a bottom!” and just dismiss him. One night I confronted him, “Mike everyone with a really buffed body that walks thought the door you immediately label as a bottom. You don’t know that!” “Are you kidding! You’ve got to be a masochist to go to a gym long enough to get your body to look like that!” I had no rebuttal!

“O.K. Little Beaver! This is our plan. Monday, Wednesdays and Fridays we work upper body. Tuesdays and Thursdays we work the lower. Sometime Friday we make the big push to get both in because we won’t be coming on the weekends. Too crowded with the flex and chatter crowd. Takes hours to get through your routine. Once you start your routine it should be completed at a steady pace with not too much rest in between for best cardiovascular stimulation. Besides you life right now is on a schedule whether you know it or not. I have to have you back by a certain time because Jeb and I have further things to get done before you drop around eight tonight.”

This sounded very much like boot camp and I told him so. He laughed his big Bear laugh and added, “ But a hell of a lot more fun and you get to be fucked by the DI and the Officer in charge! Did you get that in boot camp?”
“Yes Sir!” I said innocently. I thought Big Jim was gonna’ bust a gut laughing. He shook all over. “Damn Kid you’ll be the death of this Giant yet! If that came from anyone else but you I would dismiss it in a minute. Now you got me wondering and I don’t EVEN want to know the truth!! It’s too damn good as is! Wait’ll Jeb hears this one!! Come on you scamp!! Let’s get to work!!”

And work we did! Why is it people are lazy about building projects and yard cleanup but will go to a gym and work their tits off to be better looking. Go figure! I will have to say that it beat crawling under one of those big trucks and getting dirty. After about an hour we were beginning to attract quite a bit of attention. Those queens couldn’t take their eyes off Jim and I. They would gather to quietly discuss their guesses as to our ‘relationship’. ‘Boy and Daddy’ I heard one say. ‘Master/slave?’ questioned another. ‘Could be trainer and boy kept by rich Sugar Daddy’ ‘Yeah! That’s probably what it is! The big one’s sexy but he ain’t real pretty’ I had to laugh at that one and it didn’t go unnoticed by Big Jim who’s ears started turning bright red!. I almost dropped the bench press on me and he had to give me a two finger assist. I just winked at him and giggled. It didn’t help! The big Man was justifiably chagrined.

We finished after one more set, turned in our towels and headed for his Bike. He was muttering something to himself and was not amused by the Queens comments. I got on the back of his big Harley and asked him,
“Do you remember the story of Beauty and the Beast?”
“Yeah! What of it??”He barked.
“Well you are the most beautiful Beast in the world. If I ever woke next to you and found you had changed to one of them I would slit my throat!” The big Man bellowed with laughter.
“Damn Little Beaver! You could make a Midget feel like a Giant. You just made this old Giant feel like a God! You’re really gonna’ get yourself fucked long, hard, and deep tonight for that sentiment! Think those ‘Queens’ in there can look forward to that?”
“All I can say is I’ll take your Beast over them any night in the week, Master!’” I yelled up to him as we took off.
“Master Jim?”
“Yes Son?”“Could we stop by a department store on the way back. I want to get a pair of ‘Tuff Nuts’!” “What?”
“A couple pair of Farmer John’s like ‘my Daaaadies’ I mawked!”
“Really?”
“Yeah! They’re loose fitting and look more comfortable than these damn shorts. Besides we can really crank those girl’s chatter boxes. They won’t know what to think if we’re dressed alike!” “Have you ever been told you have a delightfully wicked streak in you!”
“No Sir! But I’ve suspected it for a long time!” He laughed again as he pulled up in front of the Value Center on Sunset and Hyperion.
“This looks like a Surplus Store!” I said.
“Yeah! But they got ‘em! Come on!” Big Jim was caring my money and I knew I had enough for a couple pair maybe even three. They did indeed have my favorite brand ‘Tuff Nuts!’ “Take a tip from me,” said Big Jim, “buy them a size larger than you wear and you’ll have all the room you and I may need.” “Why would you need..........? Oh! I see........” As he took my hand and urged me to run it down inside the front of his overalls. He had no underwear on and I could play with Babe and his two big bull balls hanging free.

“‘Course we’ll cut the pockets out of yours since you don’t need to carry any thing any way and I can hold you in front of me and it’ll just look like I have my hands in your pockets. Deeeep in yo’ pockets!”
“Dirty Old Man!” I responded and he threw back his head in laughter. I bought three pair. Two too large and one pair that was more a fit for wearing when we weren’t going to the gym. Big Jim wore them a lot and I had gotten to where I liked the looks of them. They are damned comfortable. Gives a Man breathin’ room! Yeah!

Big Jim took them to the counter to pay. The bored looking Jewish lady chewing gum looked over her half rim glasses at Big Jim. “These for your Son?” She asked in a nasal tone. “Yes Mam! Wants to look like his Dad!” She looked over her glasses and looked me up and down. “I’d say he’s got a couple more years worth of growth left to be as big as his Dad! He better eat all his veg-e-ta-bles!!.....Then ask for seconds!” She said in a droll voice! She was serious and I thought I would bust a gut until we got outside and both let loose with laughter. Needless to say I was an impertinent slave-boy calling Big Jim, Daddy Jim all afternoon. He didn’t mind. He was having a great time with his love.

During that first month of training we became more than lovers we became brothers, buddies, mates, whatever you want to name it. We bonded as friends and partners. A bond that can never be broken by separation of place nor time. I loved being with the big Man.

Despite his size, he and I could be little boys together getting into all kinds of secret, shared mischief. He could just glance at me and tell what I was thinking. I could do the same with him. I could read his facial expressions like a book. Sometime, something would happen and we would look at each other and bust out laughing because we knew what the other was thinking! He would finish sentences I started. I would finish his. Communication between us took on a whole new level.

Because of his size and intimidation factor few people really took the time to know Big Jim. Underneath the mountain was one of the warmest hearts, giving, caring and thoughtful. He could also be ruthlessly strong and demanding when he knew he was right. If he gave me an order, as an order, I never questioned his seriousness. I could have probably suffered his punishment but I never could have endured his disappointment. Big hearts break easily! Remember that!!

That afternoon we had some quiet time together in his room and I asked about a picture on his dresser with him in cap and gown at a graduation. I just assumed it was from High School. “Where was this taken, Master Jim, and what occasion?” I asked.
“My graduation from Oxford!” He said nonchalantly. I almost giggled thinking he was putting me on. He wasn’t!
“What did you study at Oxford Master?”
“Biophysics!” What the hell was Biophysics? I had an MA and never heard of Biophysics. “Interesting.” Was all I could say. I was stunned. He showed me his diploma. PhD in Biophysics! Graduated with highest honors! ‘Suma cum laude’ I squeaked out an MA! ‘Thank ya’ lawde!’ Son of a bitch! All this time I thought I was making love to a good hearted ‘Bubba’!

A country bumpkin Biker type and to find out the big Man was better educated than me rocked me on my ass! Why should it?? Do we think of big people as being smart? Not often! We tend to think of them as bumbling, oafish, sometime good hearted, good natured creatures. I needed a wake up call and this was it. I knelt at his feet and took his hand and gently kissed it.
“What’s this for slave?” He looked at me questioningly

“All this time I’ve been attracted to you for the wrong reasons. I’ve made love to your boots because of your size and potential strength that’s a sexual turn on to me. Never considering beneath all the trappings of masculinity there was a Man with a fine, well educated brain. Iwon’t make that mistake again Master. When I make love to your boots it will be because I am overwhelmed by your complete person.” He mused for a moment.
“I can handle that!” He said, “I appreciate you epiphany but the turn on part is still there Son.I will always demand you pay homage to my boots. That will always be a given between us!”“I wouldn’t have it any other way Master!” As I went down to clean the big fuckers one more time. He laughed and petted me on the head like a good puppy.

I was his good puppy. I would be satisfied to sleep at his big feet for the rest of my life. Had I forgotten my other commitment? Not at all! It was just a figure of speech. But a true figure of speech!
“Let’s shift gears here a minute Son! Do you think every time you suck me off or ride Old Babe to the Barn that I’m lying there thinking ,‘Woah! This is a real turn on to have a highly decorated Vietnam War Hero riding my cock for all he’s worth’?”
“I hope not Master! O.K.! I see your Point and you’re right! So you’ve got a fucking PhD in Biophysics, whatever the hell that is, your still my Big Blue Ox and always will be.”
“That’s much better slave! We both can live with that!”
“But sometime when you chase my blues away with Babe and I tell you he’s medicinal you won’t mind if I call you Doc. Ox?” Master Jim rolled on the bed laughing.
“Fuck Beau! You come up with the damndest shit!! Jeb and I laugh half our day away telling each other the latest Beaverisms!”
“Like Spoonerisms?”
“Yeah, Spoonerisms, Wellerisms, we call ‘em Beaverisms! The drop dead funny sometimes innocent shit that comes out of your mouth! This training thing is starting to be so much fun for us we joked about paying you! Just joked, you understand!” Then laughed again

.Later that evening Master Jeb took me down to the Dungeon. In the slave cells there was what might be called a common area. There was a couple of small writing desks and banker lights that shed plenty of light for writing. He pulled out a lined ledger and sat it on the desk top.“Each day you will write in this ledger about your thoughts, your dreams, your past, people you know. For each new idea you must start a new page. You may skip several pages if you think you want to come back to a topic you started before and add more. That way giving yourself room for expansion. It will become your slave journal and will only be read by me and sometime Jim. You may write anything about him or me in your journal you wish! Good, bad, or indifferent! You won’t be judged by your opinions. In fact you won’t be judged at all. This is to empty things out of your mind that are happening, may happen or did happen in the past.”

“It might be a time to consider leaving Vietnam behind. Maybe you might want to think about going into this new life and not caring the baggage of Vietnam along with you. I want you to understand the purpose of this. Do you have any idea why I might require you to do this?”
“I think so Master but please give me a push in the right direction.”I pleaded.
“Have you ever received any therapy or counseling?”
“No Sir! We came back from Nam and that was that, Jack! No disrespect Master!”
“I know what you meant! None taken! No wonder you guys are so messed up. Jim told me about you suggesting to Blaine and Breed to get together to talk this shit out. Sounds like a great idea to me. In the meantime I’ll explain since you’ve had no exposure to therapy. This is a form of therapy. You can talk ‘till you’re blue in the face and it may or may not influence you to change. I guarantee if you write it, and come back from time to time and read it, continue to write more, you will begin to notice big changes in your person.”

“You will set this wind up alarm clock and write in this journal for two hours a day. It doesn’t have to be together. You can do an hour in the morning before we get started or in the evening. You may do more than two hours depending on scheduling. If you don’t have anything to do or one of us doesn’t require your services I want to know that I can find you down here writing. Penmanship counts! If I can’t read it then it’s of little use. I will rarely asked you anything about the contents. I need it as a guide to your training. It is important! The more you write in this journal the more I can help you become the slave you want to become! You do want to become a slave don’t you?" “Yes of course Master! No disrespect Sir, but that’s why I’m here!”

Then you must start thinking today why it is necessary for you to become a slave and why you want too. Any and every reason you might think of! Write it down! However, there is only one real answer to that question and you must find it. It will not be given to you. You must find it for yourself! It then must be written in your journal for me to read. Then and only then will you will be allowed to proceed, become a slave and progress to the next level. Now, I have to get out announcements to all Family members and eligible Masters that we will have a new slave on the Market in approximately three months. Notice I said approximately.”

“We will leave that up to you. Now, the way it’s suppose to work” he said with a chuckle, “those interested in bidding on you may put up a two hundred dollar non refundable deposit and be allowed one weekend with you from Friday evening at 6 PM to Sunday evening at 9 PM. You will be expected to conduct yourself as their temporary slave. It’s purpose originally was to give prospective Master’s exposure to a slave they might be interested in purchasing. As it stands right now I have six firm $200 cash on hand deposits to bid on you. There are only two more possibly three available. You may be surprised to know that one of them is the fine young Master you referred to me Master Redfeather! I foresee no problem with him being accepted into the group as a fledgling Master. He will develop quickly into a stable good Master. I have no doubt. You did right to suggest to your Master to refer him to me. There will be an equal number that put up $100 deposit to bid and they may spend an evening with you but can’t have sex. Why? Because it’s my rule!”

All these people putting up that kind of money for me? For one damn weekend? It was overwhelming that I had made that kind of impact on these peoples lives that quickly. Then I had to consider that they all loved and respected Master Earl D. Shaw and were doing it for him as well.

“Another area of your training will be one on one listening . There is one cell with two over stuffed chairs that has a black curtain that can be pulled between them. We will sit and talk for a couple hours each day. You will do most of the talking about yourself and why you need or want to become a slave. The curtain will be between us because I don’t want you to see my facial expressions. People as bright as you sometime read peoples faces to tell if they’re saying the right thing to get the correct response. I will direct where the talk is going. If I lead you down another path then I expect you too just go with it. In thirty days, if all goes well, there will be a ceremony in the auditorium and anyone in the Family that receives my announcement may attend.”

“All Masters will be invited to participate in the ceremony. Slaves may attend and observe but can’t take part and must remain quiet except where their Master’s applaud or cheer. It will be a ceremony where your past life will be taken from you and you will be reborn to a new life as a slave. From there on you will be a slave, having given up the rights of a free Man. You will belong to me, as specified in the contract, as my property to do with as I please.

Your weekend visitations will began at that time.”He smiled knowingly.
“Now last but not least, for the next four weekends you will have extended periods of inner contemplation. You will prepare yourself buy cleaning out first then submitting to a higher colonic cleaning from Jim or I. Probably Jim! He’s taking over some things for me I can’t handle anymore. That’s why you’re the last, Son!”

“Then you will be placed in total bondage from 6 PM Friday evening to 6 PM Sunday evening. There will be someone sitting with you the whole time although you will not be aware. You will be subjected to a variety of stimulus of our choosing. This will break up your monotony! When you are not being stimulated you are to think of becoming a slave. Why you want to become a slave and why it is necessary for you. You will have a full leather hood on that is padded in the ears so all outside sound will be suppressed.”

“You won’t be able to hear what is going on around you but you will hear things from time to time and we will be able to communicate with you. There are small speakers sewn into the hood at the ears and a small connection wire comes out the base of the neck in the back so we can hook you up to a small amplifier. We will speak to you through the ear speakers and you will hear various sounds and music from time to time.”

“You will be fed a liquid diet approximately every six hours. I say approximately because it may vary one to two hours either way. That way you can’t tell time or how long you’ve been in suspension. Your mouth will be plugged and the hood has a heavy snap on mask that will block out all light. You will essentially be cut off from all distractions and be forced to go inward and meet yourself. Somehow I have a strange feeling you won’t be alone in there” He smiled his knowing smile. Obviously, Master Earl had told him about Wes entering me that one evening and Master Earl’s growing conviction that it was Wes inside me the night of our first date. I knew I was convinced!. Did I want Wes to visit during these sessions or did I want to look at myself alone? I would figure that out as I went along. I felt I could summon him any time I needed him. He would be there for me as I was for him.

“This is another form of control, direction, and manipulation !” Continued Master Jeb, If you have any questions about the techniques I will be using or why I will gladly discuss it with you and provide you with literature to back up my training. Nothing I do will harm you but it will redirect your life to become a total slave to another Man. You will never be happy with any other form of relationship. This is not play Son! This is the real thing! I want you to stop and consider that for a moment! Your brain will be reprogrammed!”

Master Jeb was silent for a while waiting for me to respond. I didn’t really realize that the training would actually contain mind alterations and I knew how strongly they could work. I got to thinking about the last five weeks and would I have done anything different? Not really. I feel like I’ve been a slave all my life to people and causes that brought me nothing but pain. Making the total leap of faith and becoming something to someone that could bring me even a modicum of happiness would be better than the past.

This was why Master Earl wanted me to take slave training because he knew it entailed much more than just summer camp. I thought about Yoshie and what he had said about training and wanted to go through it all over again. What was so wonderful about having your brain altered? Happens to us every day! Television, radio, newspapers, billboards and movies are all telling our brains some new thing to accept. All I knew is I had to trust and have faith in these two Men. I did! I would!

“Master Jeb I have thought about it a lot. I will submit to this training willingly but want youto understand one thing. All my life I have been a slave to some person or cause that has only brought me heartache and pain. You can’t make me into something that I already am. As I see it you will simply be redirecting me down the right path to find some happiness for myself. I don’t want to ‘become’ a slave Master Jeb I already am one! I have no other choice! If, by redirecting , strengthening , and educating me with your method will bring me even a small amount of happiness the sooner we get started the better!”

He sat there silent for a long time not looking at me. He picked lint off his pants. He just sat there! Finally he looked at me with tears in his eyes and spoke,
“As ‘off the wall’ funny as you can be sometime Beau you also have a fundamental profundity that is at once reasoned and sound as it is remarkably perceptive. You’ve just blown my whole exercise in why you must become a slave. You just told me the correct answer. It’s taken others weeks to come up with that simple answer, “They have to become a slave because-they-know - they-ARE- one!! It’s elusive in it’s simplicity! But you just blew the hell out of that!” He chuckled fighting back tears. “However, I insist we proceed in the manner I have described and you will certainly benefit from it. You’re no longer afraid are you?”

“No Master! I feel as if a huge stone has been lifted from my chest! Just then, when I said the word ‘Master,’ in respect for you, it took on a whole new, wonderfully different meaning!” I fell to my knees in front of him and kissed each of his boots with great love and deepest honor to be kneeling in front of this great Man!

“Master!” I whispered, “I am yours!” I reach down to my leash that lay across his big boot and took it in my mouth and raised up without meeting his gaze and held it ready for him to accept. He held out his big gracious hand under my mouth and I let it drop. He immediately and forcefully clamped his tightened fist around it and said quietly but with the strength of a bull, “You...are.... MINE, slave!” He paused for a moment, “You ..are..my..last....Sojourner!

He pulled me to him and hugged me tightly and kissed me on the neck. He just held me for a few minutes then spoke, “God has arranged for you to be my last! He has saved the best for last! I don’t know what I ever did to deserve you but I ain’t gonna’ question the Big Kahuna! I’m just gonna’ hope he has one of those God awful, ‘scuse me Sir, Hawaiian shirts in my size.”We both laughed.

He had nothing more for me do so I sat down at the desk and began to write until he called me to dinner. I found myself pouring out my heart in this journal. I would write and cry, write and cry, stop ‘cause I was getting the pages wet. I would count over twenty pages and begin a new topic. Write and cry, write and cry.....on and on. I began to see the method in his madness! Figure of speech! Master Jeb was far from mad. He had both oars in the water and was the tillerman for his own boat. As the days went by my respect and love for the Man leap frogged over itself in intensity. I was falling deeply in love with the Man just as Oscar and Billy had predicted.

.I also knew Oscars statement of leaving him was one of the hardest things he ever had to do in his life would become my plight as well. The further we went the more I wanted to serve this Man forever. It is a natural occurrence to fall in love with your therapist. I knew that in my reason brain but still couldn’t convince my romantic brain. I even talked to Big Jim about it and he laughed an understanding laugh. Leaned back to stretch and yawn, “Sweetheart, every slave that has come though here has said to me the exact same words you just did. Would it help to tell you it’s alright?! It’s alright Beau! Would it help to tell you it’s normal?! It’s normal Beau! Would it help to tell you he is a wonderful Old Man that you should love deeply?! You already know the answer to that one!”

It did help! As I said earlier the Big Man could take what seemed to me an insurmountable problem and reduce it to a size I could deal with. That’s a talent! I didn’t feel so much like a school boy with a crush on his gym coach.

Master Jim had said something earlier in the day about ‘dropping’ around eight o’clock and I thought he was kidding. I was going to sleep at my writing desk as Master Jeb called me to help with dinner. I tried to listen intelligently to their conversations and found them becoming a comfortable background drone for my nodding head. I would snap too if asked a question then slowly drift back into the land of Nod. They left me alone and continued to talk. I felt a Giant paw pull me over to this warm rock I could rest my head on. Funny! The rock could talk! I couldn’t make out the words but it sounded familiar, pleasant, furry, and comfortable. Translated from the original rock,
“Our Tiger’s had a full day!” Said the Big Rock.
“Indeed he has!” Said the other voice.
“Do you love him as much as I do?” Asked the Big Rock.
“More!” Said the other voice softly.
Suddenly I felt the Earth move and the Big Rock sprouted arms and legs! It lifted me up and sailed through the sky away from everything! It laid me gently on the softest bed of yellow poppies! It removed my clothing, covered me, and then the Big Rock did the strangest thing!! It kissed me on the forehead and whispered,“ Good night my slave and .....he doesn’t love you more than I!”

Part II~The Acolyte

Big Jim pulled me to him and ran his hands in my pockets. He really had cut the bottoms out of the pockets, the old pervert! I thought it was enormously funny that he would actually do it! I leaned against him as he played with old swinger, got it roaring hard and then stuck it straight out so my overalls looked like a Circus tent.
“Look at this Jeb.” Big Jim motioned with his head for Master Jeb to look.
“Playing a little pocket pool, are you boys?” He laughed. He didn’t look good this morning.“Jim can you take Beaver to work out early today and take him by the bank with those Options. He can get the box. He’s a big boy. They offered you a box with the deposit and you turned them down. They’ll give it to you. Just make sure it has three keys. Theirs, yours and mine! I need to go see the Doctor this morning. No! It’s nothing serious I just need to have him adjust one of these medications. No! No! I’ll be fine! Not to worry!”

The days began to pass quickly. Big Jim kept me regular as clock work going to the Gym. The girls at the Gym were all a twitter the first day Big Jim and I walked in dressed the same. By the fourth day I asked Master Jim, “Was it my imagination or was the Gym a lot more active today! Lot more bodies!”

“Wasn’t your imagination at all Son! Word gets around! People are curious. Most of these Queens have seen me come in here day in day out for years and never paid me much attention. I never speak to any of them and ignore them so they don’t bother. Things are different now. I have a gorgeous young Man on my arm that I am obviously in control of, love very much and they can sniff it like a pack of hounds after a fox!” He laughed.

The best part of getting home was heading to the Dungeon to the big steam room shower that Master Jeb and Jim had built into the Dungeon. It was enormous! I was very cleverly made. They had gathered from all sources old shower doors. All along three walls they hadmounted them above glass block in slotted aluminum extrusions. It was framed and the glass block extended to the ceiling. It was highly caulked an sealed that not even steam leaked into the main area of the Dungeon.

There were plastic benches along the shower door walls. You could turn on the hot water only on one shower jet and it would produce so much steam you couldn’t see each other three feet away. Their hundred gallon water heater was turned up to the ‘Hell’ setting. There were warning signs in all baths and showers not to turn on the hot water without the cold as well. At the far end away from the entrance was a hot rocks gas heater. It would heat a pile of rocks then you could pour water over them and produce lots of steam. It was relaxing. Most of the time we just showered and got out due to the schedule that we were keeping.

There was another two jet shower in the slave quarters that I used most of the time. It had aclean out hose attached to the shower. Handy gadget! Once in a while Big Jim would let me rub him down in the steam. He must have designed the plastic benches because it was one of the few things, other than his especially made bed, that he could lay the length of his body on comfortably. J’ever try to rub down a Giant Man?! Take it from me there’s a hell of a lot to rub. But it was all worth it when he’d roll over and grab me and pull me on top of him for a few minutes of love making. Making love on a Bear rug! He actually had so much hair on his belly I could part it down the middle, lay Babe in the part, then comb the hair back over so you couldn’t tell he had a dick. You couldn’t see it! It was one mass of reddish brown hair.

Friday night came and around three o’clock Master Jim told me to go to my shower in the Dungeon and clean myself as good as I could! He would be down in a about half hour.Each shower had exhaust fans that vented to the outside. I was just about through when I heard Master Jim lumbering down the stairs, “Take your time! I’m just getting some stuff together. I got out and found him moving things into the larger shower. He placed his equipment on one of the plastic benches. “ Help me move that table into the shower Son!” I grabbed one end and he the other. It was lighter than it looked! It was made of plastic as well It had a rubber padded top and looked like it bent in the middle. One end had a ‘U’ shaped area I assumed for easy access to one’s ass.

“I’m just about ready for you slave. Hop up here on the table and I’ll be back in a minute. I did as I was told and lay there with my legs dangling over the edge. He returned with two‘L’ shaped plastic tubes and fitted them into the ones at the end. He then took each of my legs and they fit perfectly into the cradles that were on top of the ‘L’s’. There were straps that fit across and buckled at the ankle, below the knee and around the thigh. He pulled one over my stomach and one around my chest and chinched them up pretty snug. “Do you want to sit up and watch or would you rather lay back! I recommend about half way up to drain better.”

Without waiting for a reply he moved to my head and lifted me about half way up and place a brace in the back for a stop. I felt like an Astronaut ready to blast off. Master Jim excused himself and was gone about twenty minutes. When he returned all he had on was a huge pair of heavy duty black rubber hip boots and an almost ankle length heavy duty black rubber apron It had a strap around the neck. It tied in the back . He looked hot! Like something out of a ‘Les’ S & M drawing. I could see his ass framed by the rubber apron when he turned to walk away and decided I was glad to be sitting up. So was old swinger!

He saw old swinger at attention and asked, “Something turn you on Son!” “Oh! No Sir!” I lied. “I usually get an erection about this same time every day.!” He laughed knowingly. “Well your Master’s gonna’ fix you up here. This will be easy and simple if you just listen and do as I tell you.” He had already hooked up the plumbing and I could see a large red rubber colonic tube at the end of a larger hose. It was approximately three feet in length. “Your gonna’ put all that in me?” “I’ll explain it to you! We start by cleaning the rest out of the lower colon that you didn’t get out! Then this will easily slip into you upper colon. This is how much has to fo in .” He held his thumb at a black stripe across the end of the tube about three inches from the base. Shit! It may as well been the whole thing!

He adjusted the water temperature and let it run while he pulled on a pair of heavy duty black rubber gloves and lubricated my hole with some vaseline. Then he grabbed the colonic tube and started inserting it into my ass. He explained as he went. “Try to hold as much as you can and when you think you can’t hold it any more let me know. Now if I tell you to hold it a bit longer do it until I say you may release. Got that?” “Yes Master!” I started trying to hold as much as I could and finally started cramping .”That’s it !” I told him.

“Hold it! Hold it!” “Please Master!” “Hold it!” he shouted gruffly. I did! “Master Jim, I really can’t hold it any longer!” “YES YOU CAN SLAVE! NOW HOLD IT!!! Somehow I managed! “Now you can release slave!”

Water must have shot three feet across the shower. He let me relax and drain. I was not too dirty as I had gotten most out. He was satisfied and told me to relax he was going to insert the tube. He walked to the bench and retrieved the largest black butt plug I had ever seen. It was considerably bigger than the one I wore. He brought a tube of lubricant and lubed my ass. “This is a deadening agent to put your ass muscle to sleep. He put it on and massaged it in good with his big black rubber glove. Damn it was hot. What was hotter was my ass was numb and I wanted all of that Giant glove in there. He then took the plug screwed it in me a couple of times and popped the big son of a bitch in. “How’s that feel Son?” “Big Sir but not too uncomfortable.” “There’s a hole in the plug just the size of the colon tube and I’m ready to insert.

He had turned the water off and began inserting the tube. “Don’t watch Son! Close your eyes! That’s good ! It’s going in so smoothly that I’ll have it all the way in before you even realize it! See!” I opened my eyes and looked. Damn he had that whole thing up me. I felt something snaking through my gut but it didn’t hurt. Then he gently turn on the flow. “Now that’s gonna’ come rushing down and hit your asshole. Try as hard as you can to hold it. The plug will take most of the impact! I’m gonna’ fill you up until I can shake your belly and hear it slosh!” I squeezed my ass tight and felt the water filling me up. It did hit my ass with a huge force but the plug held and only leaked a bit.

I was beginning to cramp pretty bad and told him so. “Just a little bit more Son! There thatshould do it!” Now just hold it for a while Son!” As he placed one of the huge gloves on my extended belly and began to kneed it and make it wiggle from side to side. I was getting near panic point when he reached down and pulled the plug. What a relief. Water and stuff went all over the shower floor. He hosed it and me down quickly.“Now for the easy part! You just lay back, relax and let your Master do the driving.

He again inserted the hose but instructed me not to hold it. I didn’t! He was good to his word and once again had the hose all the way up in me but this time the water that came out was clean and he was satisfied that I was clean. He then took a metal device I had seen Master Earl use. It was a speculum that held the ass hole open. He opened it pretty wide to let me drain. He said he’d be back in a minute and left me with my ass gaping open. It did the job of draining me. It was all out in no time!

He returned in a few minutes and ask me if I felt all the water was out. I told him, I thought so. He removed the speculum. and allowed me to relax as he continued to clean the shower. I kept watching him in that rubber outfit as he hosed himself off and soaped down the front to clean it then rinsed. I could his big furry ass from behind an wanted to run my tongue as far up it as I could get it a pray for a cracker jack prize! Old swinger was standing tall and hard. He didn’t miss it but didn’t comment.

“Master?” I asked quietly.
“Yes slave!” He said as he turned to look at me. I looked him up and down slowly.
“Oh! Nothing.” I said resolutely. He continued what he was doing.
“You want me to fuck you don’t you slave?”
“I would be grateful Master. You are so hot in that rubber! I can’t imagine anything I rather have right now.” I tried to sound as needy as possible. Maybe a little too needy.
“Well now, you can’t exactly get away! You’re all strapped down with no where to go! I dare say you’d be prime for a wild animal to come along and just slam his dick in your hole and have his way with you. You really wouldn’t have much choice, now would you slave?” “No Sir! I can’t get loose! I’m trapped in this clean out seat! You wouldn’t take advantage of me would you Master?” “In a New York minute slave! In a New York minute!”

Master Jim came to me slowly and raise his heavy apron to lay on my belly as he leaned close to me. “I’m gonna’ grease your ass a little because it’s pretty raw from the acid in your gut! He leaned close and gently kissed me as he began to work the small amount of water based lubricant into my hole. He was being so gentle and felt wonderful. He was translating his passion and teasing my hole into his kiss. He stopped and positioned his huge hard cock at my hole and pressed slightly to hold it there. I knew I was about to be taken hard. He wiped his heavy black glove on a towel hanging from the table. He leaned forward again to kiss me and kissed me more passionately and deeply. While we were in the throws of this kiss he took me! Hard! Harder than he had ever taken me! So hard the damn table jumped a foot! I groaned deep in my throat to feel his goodness instantly fill me. To take me as the slave I had become and the slave he knew I would become!.

He didn’t stop kissing me and wouldn’t let me stop to thank him. He just kept his huge tongue rammed as far down my throat as he could get it and I w\used my neck muscles to suck on it! I just melted with both holes being filled and the same time! He only had to lean just a bit and we were face to face. Well, really more like his big tit to my mouth. I took advantage of that and began to suck on those beautiful brown things. They hung out from his apron right where the cut came from the neck. It was hot! He fucked me good and as promised, long, hard and deep. I knew he wasn’t kidding about the wild animal raping me.

I was really getting in to sucking his tit and he loved it . He put his big hairy arm around my head and pulled me into his tit to lock me onto it as he began to fuck me hard. He didn’t want me falling off his tit while he was getting some of the best fucking of his slave’s ass he had ever had. I moaned in lust as I sucked harder and faster on his big tit. I was so hot I was ready for him to crawl up inside of me. He was making every effort!

If God could part the Red Sea for Moses I was praying he could do the same for my ass so Big Jim could get more inside me! I pulled off his tit for a second and spoke, “ Master.....” “Not until I do slave , I’ve just now taken it away from you and I’m gonna’ enjoy this part! Oh Yeah! I’m gonna’ give you what every little slave boy prays for Son! His Master’s fuck juice way up his worthless little slave pussy! I’m fucking that slave pussy, boy! Oh God! That’s the good stuff, right there! That’s it! I’m getting it! Give it to your Master slave, take me to the barn Son! GIVE...IT....TO ...ME! AAAuuuggg! GET IT SLAVE!!

Saliva began to go everywhere as I shot feeling his come being pumped into my clean gut. I was sucking so hard on his big tit something broke, gave way, and my mouth received a small amount of Man milk. He came, and came again and I did too! He had given me some memorable fucks but that one was special. Damn he was a good fuck “Thank you Master! Thank you for that good fucking! You’ve fuck me many times before but that one had to be of landmark proportions. Thank you Master! Thank you for the Man milk too!!”

“I like a grateful slave but your not through yet slave! Use your little ass and suck on my cock and get the rest out!” “There, I can feel that.......Yeah! A little harder......Uh-huh! Alright! Once again ....Yeah! Again.....Oh Yeah! Feel that! You’re getting the rest of it! Good slave! Now! That’s your first meal for the bondage!” “Thank you Master! I appreciate it!! It was a good fucking! It’s a meal that would satisfy any hungry Man!” He kissed me again gently. Looked me in the eye, winked and asked, “Got Milk?”

Part III~The Other Side of Tomorrow