BOOGER RED & COWBOY VII~

CHAPTER VII~

Master Ben accepted Red’s invitation to the Pool Party Barbeque and brought Harry with him. Harry was a real sexual rounder. He would fuck anything or anybody that held still long enough. He truly had no preferences between Men or Women. He went with Women because they were easier for him to get. Not that he wasn’t attracted to Men or them to him. He just didn’t like the games most Gay Men played.

All Harry wanted was to take ‘em home, fuck the holy shit out of ‘em, clean ‘em up and send ‘em home. He didn’t want attachments to complicate his life. He had decided long ago to serve Master Ben as his employee and that meant traveling. He couldn’t afford to settle down. Where could he make the kind of money he was making and live as comfortably.

Not only did the Prince Sultan pay him handsomely but showered both his Drivers with gifts and perks from time to time. Harry, in turn, would keep an eye out for a prospective lay for his Master. There was a mutual, but respectful, comradery that passed between Master Ben and Harry.

Harry was a tall, fair skinned, buffed, big dicked cuss that knew his own self worth but was intelligent, giving and genteel. He fit right in to our Family group as did Master Ben. He had no qualms about taking his cloths off with the rest of us and joining in the Spa. I made sure I sat next to him and catered to him. Anything he wanted, I was there for him and Harry.

Harry was pleased and amused at my attentiveness to the both of them.
“You’d make some Man a good slave, Cowboy!” He commented in jest.
Everyone in the Spa started laughing including Master Ben. Poor Harry didn’t think his joke was that funny.

“I’m Master Red’s slave, Harry!” I said in all seriousness. Harry smiled at me. “I should have known! Forgive me, Cowboy! What I meant as a joke has become a joke on me!” I laughed with him.

“He is a fine slave too! One his Master may be proud of! Would it be rude to ask if such a fine slave might be for sale, Master Red?”
“No Ben, it wouldn’t be rude to ask; however, Cowboy’s not for sale! I’m flattered that you would ask. Let’s me know you enjoyed my gift.”

“I did indeed Master Red and thank you again for your generosity!”
“You’re most welcome, Sir! We both appreciated the honor or having him serve you! And to say nothing of that wonderful dinner. I’ve been telling these Gentlemen the wonders of the meal we shared with you and it was something this old Man will remember for sometime.”

I enjoyed both your company. I can’t tell you when I’ve had a better evening!” As the evening wore on there was talk on every subject from Bikes to going to rescue Tim Russell. Master Ben was amazed that we would try to shelter a young Man from the Draft.

When he found out we were taking him for slave training with Master Jeb and Big Jim who was in our present group, he wanted more information. He wanted to know if anyone could purchase a Male salve from the Family.

Big Jim explained it to him eloquently and in detail. Slaves were usually sold only to immediate Family Members, associated and recognized other Family’s members. If you were a member of a recognized Clan then you were eligible to bid on a slave placed on the open market by the slave training Masters.

There had been a few cases where Men were brought to Master Jeb and Jim by a Master who had found a Man that wanted to become his slave but had no training nor slave imprinting. If the slave was accepted for training the Master would simply pay for the slave’s board and training during the three month training period.

“Then if I found some young Man that wished to become my slave you gentlemen could train him for me as well as Cowboy’s trained?”
“Yes Sir!” Replied Big Jim, “That would be subject to our acceptance of him for training; however, once he becomes your possession, if you become unhappy with him or wish to sell him, the Family that trained him must have first choice in his purchase for the original amount of his training plus a ten percent profit! ”

“We believe in what we’re doing and accept the slave into our Family by ritual whether the Master wishes to join our Family or not. Therefore, he has, for lack of a better description, dual citizenship. He will belong to you for all practical purposes for your use, pleasure, and further training; however, should something happen to you, he will not become property of your heirs but will be reclaimed by his first Family that trained him.”

“All Master’s that accept a slave that we have trained must sign a default contract for that salve before he will be transferred as property and released to his new Master. It is for the slave’s protection as well as ours. We don’t look upon our slaves as worthless. We love them, care for them, provide for them if they can’t provide for themselves, and look upon them as partners that are secondary to their Master’s wills and needs! Slaves get disciplined and punished! Some are subjected to body modifications, even sexual reassignment by their Owners. But above all they are loved.”

“I admire you Gentlemen’s attitude on the subject. I feel the same way and would have no problem if a slave that I might own would have you for a default Family. I could not predict what might happen to a slave that I loved and cared about if he were to become one of my Brother’s property. At least with you I would know he had a good chance to become the slave of another good Master!”

“One of my salves in particular would not suffer well being owned by my Brothers. He is good and kind and I love him very much. Is there a way I might have him become part of your Family, or both of us for that matter, so that I might leave him to you should something happen to me?”

“You could request membership from our Clan Leader here, Master Beryl! There is a three month probationary period. You would have to be around us and associate with us for three months which may be kind of hard for you with your responsibilities!”

“You could request your slave be trained by us and if accepted we would automatically induct him by ritual into our Family. Then with the proper contracts signed he would be expected to be returned to us should anything happen to you.”

“You know, Gentlemen, that sounds like a wonderful idea! You’re right about the time involved to become part of your Family; although, I believe it would be one of the finest experiences of my life and a great honor. I have certain duties and responsibilities to my Family that keeps me pretty busy.”

“I’ll have Harry get all the necessary information and be in contact with you. I will arrange for my slave, Keashan, come to Los Angeles to enter your slave training within in the next month or so if convenient.”

“I understand that all will depend on your acceptance of him. He speaks limited English but he’s getting better. He speaks and understands enough to be trained. He could use some training. Our slaves sometime have a tendency to become lazy. That’s why I love Keashan. He always tries hard to please me. Most of the time he does, but he needs polish and his attention focused. I think you gentlemen could do that for him. I would be most grateful!”

“We would be happy to help, if we can Master Ben! You must realize that our training also includes a slave learning to enjoy or at least tolerate the whip. Once trained in that area, a slave will require a Master whip him occasionally to keep him happy! It becomes a very deeply ingrained need in their psyche. If he isn’t whipped regularly he will become depressed and develops feelings of worthlessness.”

“By all means, Gentlemen! I hope you will accept my slave Keashan! He has felt the taste of my whip and is my only slave that’s begged for more. I’ve not had time to invest in his development but I’m going to hire a Dungeon Master to take care of him when I can’t. He will know that it is from me and for me that he is being punished. He will be taught that it is by my command, for my pleasure, and because I love him that he is being whipped!”

“And what of this young Man you speak of? Tim Russell. Will he be available only to your associated Family members?”
“We don’t know yet. We have to evaluate Tim! He may not be slave material. He’s quite young. Only eighteen. However, his Mother seems comfortable enough to wish us to train him. She has seen how we treat our slaves and claims that she has found herself envious. She loves Cowboy like a second Son!”

“Who wouldn’t?” Replied Master Ben smiling and winking at me and Big Red. Every one laughed. “May I meet young Tim?” Master Ben asked.
“I don’t see why not. We’re on our way to get him and teach him to ride his new Motorcycle that Dan Yates and Cowboy are buying him We could meet you someplace on the way back to Los Angeles.”

“Would Las Vegas be too far out of your way, Gentlemen?” Master Ben asked. “I would make it worth your while. You will all be my guests at the Riviera! There will be rooms for all of you. Single or double. What ever you prefer. I will leave the details to Harry and he will arrange everything.”

“Can we let you know after we pick up Tim? We can contact you from Dan Yates’s home and let you know, Sir!” Replied Big Beryl. “I don’t foresee any problem with Vegas. It will be a good run for Tim to get use to his new Bike.”

“Sounds good to me Gentlemen! Harry, get the necessary information before we leave from Master Jim and Beryl. Will you please, Harry?”
“Be happy to your Highness!”
“Harry!”

“Sorry Master Ben!” Master Ben and he laughed together. They had a great friendship and Harry was letting it be known that he respected his Master’s position!

The evening came to an end and Master Ben and Harry shook hands with all. Even Cal was mannerly and well met with the Prince. The Owner of the Motel and his partner were agog that they had Royalty visit their establishment. The staff of the Motel, all good looking Gay Man, had a good time as well.

Booger and I walked back to our room after seeing Master Ben and Harry off. We walked with his big arm around me as we talked softly.
“Have a good time, Cowboy?” He asked.

“Yes Master Red! I think everyone relaxed and enjoyed Master Ben and Harry. I feel certain that they enjoyed themselves as well. Harry couldn’t thank us enough and told me aside that it was just what his Master needed. He had been invited to so few American social gatherings without someone wanting something from him.”

“He seemed to want more from us than we asked of him, don’t you think?”
“I noticed that Master! He was very curious about our slave training and Tim.”
“Son? Do you realize that you are still calling me Master?”

“Yes Sir, I do! It feels natural for me to call you Master, Red. I guess I discovered when I was with Master Ben just what it meant to me to think of you as my Master. It was a safe feeling, a feeling of belonging, of being owned. Then when you didn’t hesitate to tell him I wasn’t for sale, I began to think that maybe you needed that from me. I’m stubborn Red but I’m not without reason.”

He stopped and took me in his arms. “I need to be your Master, Billy. I will always love and protect you. I need you by my side, Son. I will take what I can get but if you choose to call me your Master then it will be so! I only need to call you my Cowboy!”

We kissed and I knew that I was going to get the living daylights fucked out of me that evening. I was ready for it and couldn’t get either of our clothes off quick enough. We fell together on the bed and went to it like two dogs in heat. That old Man fucked me until I almost cried ‘Uncle’!

I had never had such Animal sex with anyone in my young life as I had with Big Red. When he fucked me I stayed fucked for sometime. He would drain me, all of me, completely. I was drawn to him like a fly to flypaper. He exuded some powerful pheromone that was hard to resist. I was beginning to feel comfortable thinking of him as my Master.

I couldn’t help but love the old Man. He was good to me and really seemed to care about me. I wanted to just let go and trust him totally but there was part of me that was still holding back. He knew it too. If anything, Red was not a dumb nor insensitive Man. He didn’t have much formal education but he could read people like a book. He knew just what to say and do to get them to react the way he wanted. They were usually none the wiser.

Harry called us early the next mourning and I told him that we would be leaving for Las Vegas as soon as we got our act together. Red, Cal and I would wait in Vegas while the rest of our Family went to get Tim to escort him back. We would probably be there for several days until they returned.

“When your Family gets there go to the Riviera and tell the desk clerk that you are the Mc Innis Family. Master Ben has already phoned to let them know that your Family will be his guest and to give you as many rooms as your require.”

“You, Master Red and his friend Cal will be welcome for your stay there as Master Ben’s guest until your Family returns. Then they will again be his guest for their stay. He will join you in about three days as he has some business to rap up here. We’ll probably fly down there Wednesday morning but I’ll phone to let you know. Any questions?”

“Gosh no, Harry! Thank Master Ben for us. He doesn’t have to do this! While we appreciate it we don’t want him to feel obligated.”
“Off the record, Cowboy, it’s made him happier to do this for you guys than anything I’ve seen him do for anyone in a long time. Let him have the pleasure of doing for you guys. You have no idea how much he enjoyed himself at the Pool Party yesterday.”

“Tell him we’re honored to accept his graciousness. He’s a fine Man, Harry.
He treated me more like Royalty than a slave!”
“He will be pleased to hear that, Cowboy! You guys were pretty special to me too! Take care and have a safe trip! See you there!”

We left Reno after Breakfast and headed down 395 to Las Vegas. It was a beautiful clear winter day. It was cool but not cold. However, the further down 395 we traveled toward the desert the warmer it got. I had told the guys about my conversation with Harry over Breakfast and they were wowed. They were all impressed by Master Ben’s thoughtfulness.

Big Beryl had called from Reno before we left and talked with Dan Yates about coming to Tucson to get Tim and escort him back to Los Angeles. Dan said that Tim was already doing pretty good on his Bike. Dan had bought him a Harley Sportster similar to mine.

His Mother was beside herself as he had graduated the past June from High School. She was worried that he would receive his induction letter at any time and she wanted him gone before he had a chance to think about it and get Patriotic.

“Beryl? Is Billy coming with you?” Dan asked plaintively. Big Beryl hesitated for a moment before answering.
“No Dan! He left Reno directly for L.A. to be there when Tim got there. He wanted to get some things ready for him.”
“He sent me a lot of money, Beryl! For Tim and me.”

“I know, Dan! He loves the both of you and Mrs. Russell too! I think he even sent her some money.”
“Yeah, he did! She was thrilled. She cried and sent him a letter to Glen Rose.”
“Well, I’m sure Walker Johnson will forward it. He’ll get it in L.A.”
“Well, I’ll certainly look forward to seeing you guys again. I can’t tell you how much I enjoyed your last visit. So come, you’re all welcome and stay as long as you like.”

“We’re gonna’ spend the night in Vegas and then we’ll be in Tucson sometime late the following afternoon. If something happens and we see we’re gonna’ be late we’ll call. Tell Mrs. Russell and young Tim we’re looking forward to seeing them.”

“I will, Beryl and ride safe!”
“Thanks Dan, we will!”
I got a tear in my eye when Big Beryl got me alone and told me his conversation with Dan Yates. There was a lump in my throat and a hole in my heart. I missed him terribly but knew I had to be were I was for the time being. I still didn’t know why but Buck had assured me that was where I had to be but I trusted him above all others.

We arrived in Las Vegas and did as Harry told us. We all were amazed. Here we were a bunch of leathered Bikers stopping in at the Riviera Hotel on the strip. There was no Valet parking for Harleys! We just pulled up out front and parked in a row. Cal stayed behind to watch the Bikes while the rest of us went in. We were watched by every Security Guard in the place least we make a false move.

We went to the check in desk and a nervous looking male Clerk walked up and spoke officiously.
“May I help you Gentlemen?”
“We hope so!” Replied Big Beryl, “We are the Family Mc Innis!” The clerk looked like he was about to loose his lunch but quickly saw the irony and humor in the situation and got into the mood. His face changed quickly and brightened.

“Ah yes! Guest of the Prince! We have rooms set aside for you near his Suite.
How many rooms will you require with double occupancy?”
“Five rooms for one night only and two rooms for approximately five days.”
“That will be fine Sir. Can we have each two people sign for their rooms individually?”

“No problem!” Replied Big Beryl smiling as he and Big Jim signed for their room. I signed for Master Red and my room. Master Zack signed for a room for him and Cal. Bull and Charlie signed for a room and finally Master Earl and Master Sam signed for their room.

“We have special Guarded Round the clock Motorcycle parking in our parking facility next door. The doorman will be happy to point the way for you, show the attendant your room keys and he will make note of it.”

It had been a long haul to Vegas. It had been fun but we were all tired and decided to clean up, meet in the Casino and have dinner in the hotel restaurant. The waiters and waitresses gave us the fish eye as we walked in and were seated. I think they were going to flip a coin as to who waited on us when I saw one little small Man’s eyes light up like a pin ball machine that just ‘Tilted’.

He immediately grabbed the Menu’s and headed for our table with the look of a Man on a mission. He obviously was a little Gay Man that loved Bikers and didn’t discriminate between Gay, Straight, or Animal! He had a wet spot at his crotch the entire time we were there and couldn’t do enough for us.

His name was Steve. He was pleasant, humorous, efficient, and horny as a bitch dog in heat. He couldn’t decide who was better looking. Master Earl, Master Zack, Big Cal, Bull, Charlie, or me. In a pinch he would have thrown himself at Big Beryl and Big Jim. I think Cal won! At least he and Master Zack were the two that Steve told what time he got off work.

I guess he knew that Big Red and I were a couple, Bull and Charlie LOOKED like they could have been a couple and Master Earl was just so damn.
good looking he probably figured he didn’t have a chance with him. He also thought that Master Zack was a pretty piece of flesh. He was his second pick.

We finished our meal, had coffee and were relaxing when Big Beryl motioned to little Steve for our check. Steve walked over to the table smiling.
“I thought there was something special about you Gentlemen! You’re the Family Clan Mc Innis?”

“We are, young Man? How did you know?”
“We were alerted by the Clerk at the front desk. He saw you come into the restaurant and phoned just a few minutes ago to the manager. Your drinks, meal, everything, including a handsome gratuity for me has been paid for by His Highness Prince Faisel. He’s a wonderful Man whom I’ve had the pleasure to serve many times.”

“I’ve been told to tell you that any meals during your stay here will be taken care of by his Highness. Please feel free to order room service from us as well. That too will be covered by his Highness. You Gentlemen must be close personal friends with the Prince Sultan.”

“We know him well. He is a generous, kind hearted Man; however, we would like to leave you a small gratuity as well Steve.”
“Not necessary, Sir, the Prince has.............”
“We heard you Steve.! Thank you!”
Each couple left him ten bucks tip. Fifty bucks for the ten of us wasn’t bad plus the twenty percent he got from Master Bn picking up the tab.

“How soon after you get off work can you report to room 603, cleaned and ready for service?” Asked Master Zack as Cal smiled. The two of them had gotten their heads together.
“We have a room for changing and shower facilities here in the Hotel Master Zack. I can be to your room in thirty minutes cleaned and ready for your service Sir!”

“How is it you address me as Master, Son?”
“You have to be Sir! You wouldn’t ask me a question like that if your weren’t!” We all fell out laughing at poor Steve who had just hit his own personal jackpot! “Besides, I’ve heard of the Clan Mc Innis and served his Highness more than food!” We all laughed with him. He was a charmer.

Master Zack grabbed him and hugged him in front of everyone there as Steve smiled. “Thirty minutes after your shift, Son! Don’t be late. You have two horny Men to take care of!” Steve looked at Big Cal who just smiled knowingly at him and Steve blushed.

“My pleasure, Master’s! Be there at 6:30 sharp.”
Steve spent a night in heaven sandwiched in between two of the finest looking Men in Las Vegas. He had a ball. Hell, he had four of ‘em.

Red, Cal and I said goodbye to our Family that was going on to Tucson. Big Beryl pulled me aside before they left to talk to me in private.
“Any words you want me to tell a heartsick Man, Cowboy?”

“Just tell him I love him, Master Beryl. I wish I could go with you but I can’t leave Red by himself. Besides, he wouldn’t let me. Buck told me not to go around his Dad with Booger. So I won’t! Give him this hug for me, Master Beryl!” I hugged Big Beryl and wished him a good trip.

Red, Cal and I spent a day relaxing around the pool. We were still tired from our trip from Reno. I was relaxing more and more with Red. Cal had loosened up a little and was fucking little Steve regularly. They had become an item. Steve was spending most of his time off with us. He was a delight.

The third morning we were there we got a phone call from Harry that the Prince had arrived and settled in his Suite. He wanted to know if the four of us would have dinner with him that evening. Red was talking to Harry and had told him about Steve being with Cal. Harry laughed and told him that Steve was more than welcome. Steve had the night off from the restaurant and was thrilled to go with us.

Meanwhile, the rest of the Family had arrived at the Yates Ranch outside of Tucson. Everyone came out to greet them. Mrs. Russell was in tears as she hugged and kissed Beryl, Sam, Big Jim, Bull and Charlie. She was wowed by Zack and the handsome Earl Shaw. Tim was a little Gentleman. He met the two other members of the Family and was impressed.

Dan Yates was thrilled to have company and they had spread the ‘groaning board’ of food for the Men. Mrs. Russell had cooked up a storm and had dinner waiting for them when they got there.

Tim was all questions about where Cowboy was and why he didn’t come with the other Men. He was so proud of his new Bike he showed it off to all of them. He could already ride pretty good. He had gotten the shifting down pat but was still having a few problems that Big Beryl and Master Sam would help him with.

One lengthy road trip would take care of that. The Men knew they wouldn’t make as good time on the return trip because new riders have a tendency to lag behind. But they were there to take care of Tim and would see to it that he arrived safely for Mrs. Russell’s sake. According to Dan Yates, Mrs. Russell was a changed Woman since their arrival.

She had been so worried about receiving Tim’s induction letter. She wanted to be able to return it ‘Moved! No forwarding address!’ Tim had come to love all the big Men that came with the Cowboy to the Yates’s Ranch. He was looking forward to joining these Men and setting out on his own.

He had done well in High School and made top grades. He had participated in all the School Rodeo events and was a pretty good Saddle Bronc rider. He had become interested in team roping. Dan had been working with him and he was getting better but he wasn’t to competition level yet. He had come out to me and his Mother while I was visiting at the Ranch.

I had figured he was Gay. In fact, his Mother was the one that told me. She wanted me to talk to him so he wasn’t afraid to tell her. He was her life and all she wanted was for him to be happy. She saw the goodness and comradery of our Family and wanted that for her Son. She knew and loved Buck who had come out to her but never his Father. Then she saw the change in Dan after I came to stay with him and she knew.

She tried to talk Tim into just checking ‘the box’ on his enlistment form that he was a ‘homosexual’. They would simply refuse him as unfit. Tim was like most young Men. He didn’t want to be labeled as ‘unfit’ nor have the stigma of ‘homosexual’ following him for life. He would rather do as thousands of young Gay Men chose to do. Just go and get through it! Except two out of three didn’t get trough it! They came back in an box!

He would rather take his chances running and hiding than living with the embarrassment. Understandable. Buck, Rowley, Ken and I had all talked about it and why we hadn’t gone that route. Many nights, cold, wet to the bone, hungry, half sick, we sat huddled together in that stinking hell hole and swore to each other we should have checked the damn box. No embarrassment was so great that it could be worse than what we were suffering. We didn’t! Because we wanted to do our duty for our Country!

Mrs. Russell didn’t want her only Son to become ‘gun fodder’ for the North Vietnamese to slaughter. I didn’t either and my Family knew what Wes and I had gone through and was going to see to it that Timothy Dalton Russell’s name didn’t appear on another casualty list from South East Asia. Tim was slow to come to the idea of running but he knew he wouldn’t be alone.

He was going out into a world of experienced older Men without ever having a sexual experience himself. He had wanted me to but I couldn’t. I even shared that with his Mother. She had urged me to. She knew that I would be loving and kind to him and not hurt him. I still couldn’t even though Tim was a fine looking, handsome young Man.

Tim loved Big Beryl, Sam, Big Jim, Bull and Charlie but he really fell in love with Earl Shaw and Zack. He couldn’t do enough for them. Neither Master Earl nor Zack was particularly drawn to younger Men but they couldn’t help become fond of Tim. They were not shy in front of Tim when they were relaxing in the pool or Spa and Mrs. Russell didn’t try to keep him away.

She figured that if he was going to be part of the Family he may as well be allowed to socialize with them. He was well mannered and quiet. He didn’t speak unless spoken to and mostly looked upon the Men as hero’s. He stayed close to Dan Yates as he had sort of come to accept him as a surrogate Father figure. Dan had become proud of Tim and was convinced what we were helping him and Mrs. Russell do was the right thing.

There was talk among the Family members with Dan Yates present as to who would get Tim’s Cherry. Surprisingly, no one wanted the job. Taking a Man that young leaves imprinting on him for the rest of his life and it was a responsibility no Man in our group took lightly. It wasn’t just a matter of popping Tim’s Cherry. He would undoubtedly fall in love with the first Man that took the patients and spent time teaching Tim about Man sex.

I remember the understanding and time my Uncle Bud took with me. He trained me well to be a good sexual partner for him and ultimately any other Man that I chose to give myself to. I had talked to Tim several times by ourselves and told him how to clean and prepare himself should a Man want to take him. Tim had listened well and was ready. He had taken his own room in Dan Yates house a year earlier. It was one of the upstairs rooms with an outside entrance.

As everyone was in the Spa that night Tim managed to sit in between the two Men he had come to adore, Master Zack and Earl D. Quietly, but loud enough that the other Men could hear he looked at Master Zack and spoke softly.
“Master Zack? Would you consider spending the evening with me in my room?”

There was a deadly silence from all in the pool including Dan Yates! They all strained to hear Zacks answer.
“I’d be proud to Tim, but first I want you to ask Mr. Yates permission and then you must ask your Mother’s permission. She must tell Mr. Yates or me that it’s alright with her.”

“Oh it’s alright with her Master, you were her first choice!” Everyone almost drowned in the Spa they were laughing so hard. Dan Yates assured Zack he had both adults blessing as Dan had already talked to Tim’s Mother and Tim was indeed telling him the truth.

“Well then, young Man! How could I say no to such a gracious invitation!”
Master Zack started laughing and hugged the boy , closer to him. He gently took Tim’s hand and placed it on his dick for Tim to hold, play with and generally get use to with out feeling embarrassed. The other Men gave Zack’s action no attention like it was expected procedure. Young Tim didn’t move his hand away for the rest of the evening. He had a fist full of love and he wasn’t about to let go!

All the Men wished Tim well. There were no snide remarks nor jeers at either Tim or Zack. They all wished only healthy good wishes for his first time with a Man, telling him he was in the best of hands and that he was in for a memorable, enjoyable time with Master Zack. That every Man there would be honored to share a bed with Master Zack. Dan Yates hugged Tim and told him he had chosen well.

Big Beryl gave Zack a pat on the back and smiled in a knowing manner. He knew that Zack would be good, kind and for the first time gentle with the boy. Zack was a bit apprehensive about the situation but hid it from Tim. Besides, he had the Family to buffer Tim’s falling in love with him. Zack was more afraid of himself falling in love with young Tim!

He was not prepared to take someone that young. He was flattered and honored that Tim had picked him from all these fine looking Men. He would do his best to see that Tim’s first time was structured but loving. He would have Tim perform some minor sub tasks and teach him the ritual Master/slave greeting. But above all he must allow himself to enjoy Tim because that’s something hard to fake in a Master/slave relationship. And after all, the only purpose of a slave is for his Master’s enjoyment!

Back at the Riviera the four of us knocked on the door to Master Ben’s Penthouse Suite. He and Harry both met us at the door. Master Ben was again dressed in handsome Western clothes and embraced us all, especially Steve. He was really happy that Steve could join us.

“I had a feeling that you would like these Men, Steve. I see you’ve latched onto one of the finest looking ones.” He joked and complemented Cal.
“Yes, Master Ben! Master Cal assures me he’s not a Master but I think of him that way! He doesn’t seem to care that I refer to him as my Master, Sir!” We all laughed.

“Come lets have drinks and dinner and then will you Gentlemen be so kind as to take me gambling with you. And again I would ask, Master Red, if you and Cowboy would be so kind as to let me cover your bets. I have a good feeling about this evening!” Red smiled and nodded his approval.

“On course, Ben! Although we don’t know how ‘on’ either of us will be at the moment but good company usually brings good luck. We shall see!”

We had another wonderful dinner with the Prince and this time and Harry joined us. Harry was a joy. He could tell tales about the wildest situations he had gotten himself into and the Prince had to come to his rescue. Sometimes as the Prince and other times as a disinterested third party. Master Ben seemed to laugh as hardy as we did at Harry’s exploits. They seemed to form a bond of friendship between him and Harry that they treasured.

Steve proved himself a good conversationalist and fit right into our crowd. Cal was well mannered and impressed me with his knowledge of some things we talked about. All in all it was an enjoyable, successful evening.

Master Ben decided to go gambling with us in his casual clothes. When we appeared with him in the Casino the head ‘Pit Boss’ greeted the Prince quietly and led us to a private Roulette table. Master Ben’s chips were waiting for him for which he signed a piece of paper. He staked each of us a thousand dollars to be played in any denominations we wished. I chose fifty cents per chip and so did Cal and Steve. Red decided to be a bit bolder and chose one dollar chips. No one had to ask what amount Master Ben’s chips were worth.

We started out winning and losing. Master Ben was doing alright by himself but all of a sudden Steve started calling thirty to one straight up numbers and Master Ben asked Steve if he could cover. Of course Steve gave his permission for us all to cover if we wished. I didn’t but the other three did and were winning heavily. We were having a good time, drinking and laughing. Master Ben really was relaxing and enjoying himself.

There was a crowed gathered and out of nowhere a Man with a gun appeared and aimed it directly at Master Ben. Without thinking I grabbed Master Ben and threw myself on top of him as Steve threw himself at the gunman as he pulled the trigger. Steve slumped to the floor on top of the Gunman and Cal stomped the Man’s hand with his heavy boot dislodging the gun.

Men from the Casino were there holding the gunman for the Police who were on their way in the front door. Harry wanted Master Ben to leave immediately and so did the Hotel Security. He would have none of it! He wanted to see about Steve and be with him. Steve took a bullet through his side.

Cal was stunned not knowing what to do. I was the first one to Steve, turned him over and took him in my arms. The blood was gushing out of his side. I knew I had to put pressure on the wound or he was going to die quickly.

“A shirt! Someone give me their shirt!” Five Men ripped off their shirts but Master Ben was the first with his. I didn’t question I just took it and shoved it into Steve’s wound. He looked at me and grimaced a little in pain.

“Am I dying, Cowboy?” He asked quietly.

“Not on my watch, Sweetheart!” I told him, “I got the flow of blood stopped. The Medics are on their way in the door as we speak and I got plenty of O neg blood in me to give you when we get you to a Hospital! Just don’t go to sleep!”

“I’m O neg too, Steve! I got plenty in me to give you, my young friend!” Said Master Ben.

“Forget yours, Cowboy! I’d rather have the Royal Blood! I’ve always wanted to be a Princess!” Steve joke made us all laugh. He was a love! I felt so bad that he was in pain and Master Ben felt worse.

The bullet missed any major organs and the local Hospital was able to patch him up just fine; however, Little Steve had lost a lot of blood and was weak. Both Master Ben and I gave a pint of blood to Steve. So did Cal and Big Beryl. They were both O neg as well.

Cal was distressed that his little friend was shot. He became very attentive and wouldn’t leave Steve’s side. We practically had to drag Master Ben away as well. Little Steve and I had become instant Hero’s in Vegas. The press had arrived and our faces were plastered over every Newspaper in the Southwest, including Tucson! There was a picture of me holding Steve with blood all over me waiting for the ambulance to get there. I was putting pressure on his wound to slow the bleeding.

Master Ben was no less impressed that I had thrown myself on top of him to protect him than he was that Steve had taken a bullet for him. He was beside himself with regret for both of us. He was wowed that I knew enough about emergency Medicine to slow the bleeding in Steve’s wound. Master Ben ended up with as much blood on him as I did!

The Gunman turned out to be a member of a fanatical right wing Arabian religious group opposed to Master Ben’s Family rule. His Family immediately sent several of his Family to be with him and to meet the two young American Hero’s that saved his life. Unbeknownst to Master Ben, his Father, the Sultan of Bahrain was in Los Angeles and flew immediately to Las Vegas to be with his Son.

By that time, my Family in Tucson had seen the Newspapers. Mrs. Russell had brought them in with her to fix breakfast and got everyone up. Big Beryl read the papers to all as Mrs. Russell fixed breakfast.

The Men filled Dan Yates in about Master Ben and the money I had sent him. They knew Little Steve as he had waited on them in the Restaurant and spent the night between Master Zack and Big Cal. They related how charming and wonderful Steve had been to them.

They decided to leave before noon with Tim and return to Las Vegas. Mrs. Russell and Dan urged them to do just that. They were concerned and wanted them to call as soon as they had any news.

Dan Yates called my Dad and Uncle Joe to tell them. It had hit the Dallas Morning News but not the local paper yet. Dad picked up a copy of the DMN at the local Newspaper-Magazine Shop. The next day the local headlines read.
Cowboy Saves Sultan Prince’s Life in Vegas. Local Man Billy Gunn Jr. a Hero!

Steve was still in the Hospital when my Family got back to Vegas. The Doctor’s wanted to release him but Master Ben’s Family insisted he stay there a couple more days. They paid for everything. Steve wanted for nothing! He merely had to mention something he wanted and some one got it for him. Not the least Cal.

His room looked like a damn garden. There were flowers everywhere. There were flowers in the hallway. Steve sent flowers to the Children’s ward. People from all over Las Vegas and the Southern United States sent him flowers.

People in Washington D.C. sent him flowers. They finally stopped taking flowers to Steve’s room and just adorned the lobby of the Hospital. We each got a letter from the President. But for all the hoop-la one thing meant more to Steve that any other.

Big Cal had fallen in love with him! He was so moved and impressed with Steve’s actions; however, what no one knew but Cal, Steve and Big Red was that Steve had thrown himself in front of the gunman to protect Cal! As it turned out he had also saved Master Ben’s life.

The three Men didn’t say a word and I didn’t either after Red told me. It made sense although in situations like that, one just responds without thinking who you are trying to protect.

Steve finally got out of the Hospital and all our Family was there to greet him on his return to the Hotel. He was in a wheel chair and the entire staff of the Hotel turned out for him. Master Ben had made arrangements for a private room for him and Cal near his Suite and insisted that Steve not worry.

To heal, enjoy himself and our Family and all his needs would be seen to. In fact, Harry was promoted from Driver to coordinating Secretary for the Prince. A job he took to like a Duck to water. He saw to everyone’s comfort.

Finally, in Steve and Cal’s room, Master Ben brought his three Brothers and his Father to meet us and our Family. Tim was agog at the Arabs in their native costumes and was fascinated with Master Ben. He thought he was one of the finest looking Men he had ever seen.

Ben’s Father, the Sultan, hugged Steve, kissed him and took off a ring with a ruby in it that would choke a Camel and handed it to Steve. He placed it in his hand and closed Steve’s fist around it.

Steve started to protest and Master Ben looked at him and shook his head that he must accept his Father’s gift. Steve simply and gently took the old Man’s hand and kissed the back of it and placed it against his forehead. The old Man began to weep at Steve’s gesture of thanks and hugged him again

Then he came to me. I bowed from the waist. He grabbed me, hugged me, kissed me on both cheeks, took a ring from his other hand with an enormous Emerald in it, placed it in my hand and closed my fist around it! I followed Steve’s example and gently kissed the back of his hand and placed it against my forehead. He again shed tears and hugged me. He spoke something in Arabic to Master Ben.

“He wants to know were these Men have learned to be so humble and gracious to foreigners! What shall I tell him?”
“The Truth works well in most cases, Ben!” Big Beryl came to the rescue.
Master Ben spoke to his Father in Arabic and his Father’s eyes lit up and he shook his head knowingly.

“He wants to know if you Gentlemen would accept some of our slaves for training?” Master Ben laughed knowing his Father was making a joke.
Then his Father was more serious and spoke again sternly to Master Ben, then said something more gently and hugged him.

“My Father wanted to remind me that it is tradition in our Country and Religion that if a Man saves your life, your life becomes his. Therefore, my life is in Cowboy’s and Steve’s hands. I have become your servant. Further, my Father has long warned me against making American friends because he feared the worst for me. He no longer feels that way and thinks that I have found some worthy Men to befriend!” My Family applauded and bowed to the Sultan.

“What Cowboy and Steve don’t know is that by accepting those rings, they are now associate Members of the Royal Family of Bahrain. They have full Royal privileges and a yearly stipend from the treasury for the rest of their lives. So in essence, Gentleman, Steve and Cowboy, you have become my Brothers.”

I went to Master Ben and knelt in front of him before his Father, his Brothers, and my Family. I kissed each of his boots and found his hand waiting. I kissed the back of it and placed it against my forehead and held it there.

“Rise my Brother and show me your love!” I rose and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on each cheek. Master Ben looked me directly in the eyes. “That isn’t going to get it, Cowboy!” As he planted a big one right on my mouth in front of everyone. My Family started applauding and so did the Sultan. His Son’s followed their Father’s lead.

Steve slowly got up from his wheelchair with Cal’s help and performed the same ritual. There were tears in everyone’s eyes. The Sultan was crying holding Master Ben and Steve together. Master Ben’s hard looking Brothers were even weeping and holding the two Men. They had been impressed by our act of humility and graciousness.

The Sultan had noticed young Tim and asked about him. Once again Master Beryl our Family sage told Master Ben to tell him the truth. Master Ben did and the old Man took off another of his rings and gave it to Tim. Closed his hand around it gently, hugged and kissed the boy on both cheeks. Tim had seen what Steve and I had done and followed suit.

The old Man hugged Tim to himself and said something to Ben.
“He would love to take him and raise him as his own! He says he is so pretty that he should be only for Men!” We all laughed.

“Tim, Master Ben is now your Brother.” I whispered to Tim. Tim went to Master Ben and looked deep into his eyes and then slowly knelt before him. He lovingly kissed each of his boots as we had and found Ben’s hand waiting for him. He lovingly kissed it and placed it to his forehead to await further orders.

“Arise my Brother and show your Brother your love!” Tim rose slowly, threw his arms around Ben’s neck and didn’t bother with the cheeks. He kissed him directly on his mouth to the Aawwwws of the assembled crowd. There was no doubt in anyone’s mind at that moment who would become Tim’s Master! Including Ben’s Father! The old Man couldn’t have been happier. He thought Tim was delightful!

Oh yes! You’re wondering about the Family stipend? Wasn’t much! Only a quarter of a million a year, each! Steve almost came unglued at the hinges. It was a tidy sum to start a new romance on.

Young Tim was set for life and as an associate member of the Royal Family of Bahrain was not subject to the Draft. He now held dual citizenship as did Steve and I.

We each received a check within three days from the Bank of Bahrain for two hundred and fifty thousand dollars each. Tim almost fainted. Steve did! Cal had to change his Jeans.

We were able to open an account at the Riviera and I sent my Dad a hundred thousand dollars. Fifty for my account at home and Fifty for him and Uncle Joe to do with as they pleased. I sent Dan Yates another check for fifty thousand dollars with a note to put it in our Rodeo account to do with as he pleased. If he needed it to run the Ranch, to buy more stock, what ever! Use the money as he saw fit!

I kept a hundred thousand dollars for Red and me to live on; however, I did send Master Walker another ten thousand dollars for any additional money needed for Leon’s Christmas present and to board and feed Dolly and Madison. He and Xander had seen me in the papers and showed it to Leon. They were amazed. Finally I had a cashier’s check made out for Ten thousand dollars to Mr. Lester Thornton and sent it home to my Fishing Buddy!

I knew Red and I were going to be traveling and we needed money for living and Bike repairs or even new ones if we chose. I didn’t know were we were going next but probably to accompany Tim to Los Angeles to enter training with Master Jeb and Master Jim. I had four checks left blank so I could make them out to whom ever or where ever we were. All I had to do was write my name it the space.

Master Jim had taken a shine to Tim. He wasn’t so interested in him sexually as he was in being a Mentor for Tim. He began to defer more and more to Big Jim and Master Beryl on all things. He looked upon Master Beryl as a God like figure that would not lie to him nor steer him wrong. He saw Big Jim as loving Father figure that he never had.

He sent his Mother a great deal of his money and some to Dan Yates as well to do with as he pleased. Dan Yates was beside himself with the financial wind fall. All the little things that needed to be done around the Ranch he suddenly had the money to get them done. Mrs. Russell didn’t change her life style much. She continued to take care of the generous Man that had seen to her comfort and her Son’s well being all these years. She wasn’t about to desert Dan Yates.

I got a letter from Dad Yates sent to Los Angeles. It was there when we arrived with Tim. Tim got one too.

Dearest Cowboy,

What can I say that you don’t already know from my heart. There are no words to thank you for your generosity and kindness. I will simply write the words that may upset you (I don’t mean to) but I must tell you what’s in my heart. I love you! I miss you terribly and need you. I know you will return to me so I won’t burden you with asking when. But when you’re free, promise me in your heart that you will come to me as fast as safety will allow.

I’m proud of you. Your Dad is also proud of you. Your Uncle Joe too!
I won’t write again as I don’t want my words to create a negative guilt that you’d have to live with. Buck came to me and explained. I understand why you must do what you’re doing. Go with God, and know we’re both being watched over by a pretty fierce bunch of Cowboys. Pity God to have to ride herd on them!
Keep your good heart strong for me,

All my love,

Dan

I asked Master Beryl if he would keep Dan’s letter for ‘safe keeping’ so that Red wouldn’t see it. I didn’t want there to become a contest between the two Men for my love. I loved them both and knew I had to be with Booger at the moment.

Things began to settle down. We spent the rest of the week there in Las Vegas. We saw quite a lot of Master Ben. His Brothers left but his Father stayed on for several days. His Father was a wonderful Man and got to know our Family better. We all were respectful of his position and showed him the proper courtesy his status demanded.

Young Tim spent a lot of time with Master Ben. The Sultan couldn’t have been happier. He had two Son’s instead of one to love and he thought Tim was one of the finest young Men he’d ever met. Tim started picking up Arabic and sat for hours at a time learning the language from the old Man. Tim discovered that he had a natural penchant for languages.

It was decided that Tim was to go to Los Angeles with our Family and enter slave training to become Master Ben’s personal property. Master Ben’s new little Brother was also to become his slave. Then he was to enter USC in Foreign Affairs Studies. He was going to study Middle Eastern Culture and Arabic.
He would live with Master Jeb and Jim while attending school.

Master Ben also sent back to Bahrain for his favorite slave Keashan to go through slave training with Master Jeb and Jim as soon as Tim had finished and was inducted into the Mc Innis Clan. He was going to make the same arrangements for Keashan to attend USC to become a Doctor.

He too would live with Master Jeb and Jim while he attended school. Ultimately Tim and Keashan became good friends and supported each others school work. Keashan helped Tim with his Arabic and Cultural Studies and Tim helped Keashan with his English. They spent many hours together discussing and practicing the two languages.

After two years of College and study, Master Ben and his two slaves returned to Bahrain for a holiday and rest period. Master Ben’s Father, the Sultan, was overjoyed at the progress of the two Men and was so impressed by Tim’s fluency in the language that he personally took the three Men everywhere in the country. The Sultan had big plans for young Tim.

Naturally, Master Ben and Tim had visited Tucson. Mrs. Russell fell in love with Master Ben and even Dan Yates was impressed with the love that he had for Tim. Tim had become his reason for living.

Tim worked hard in school and every accomplishment Master Ben raved about and shared with Dan and Mrs. Russell.

Mrs. Russell had more money than she knew what to do with. She had bought a completely brand new ‘double wide trailer’ that she put on the back of Dan Yates place. She wasn’t about to abandon him. For all her money she still cooked, washed his clothes, and kept his house.

Dan had not been shy about using some of the money I sent him regularly. He made significant improvements in the property and even bought an adjacent Ranch that had been abandoned and was being sold for back taxes. His Ranch became the single largest working Ranch in Arizona.

Booger and I had escorted Tim back to Los Angeles with Master Earl, Zack, Beryl, Big Jim, Bull and Charlie. Cal had stayed on in Vegas with Steve. Little Steve went back to his apartment with Cal. They stayed there for a little while. Long enough for Steve to buy and learn to ride a Bike and they too came to Los Angeles.

Cal wanted Steve to go through slave training. Steve couldn’t wait. He would do anything for Cal and proved it. It was one of the most solid bondings between Master and slave our Family ever witnessed. At Steve’s graduation and induction into the Clan, not only Master Ben came but his Father, the Sultan of Bahrain, came to witness Little Steve become a slave. The old Man was moved to tears by the ceremony. Hugged and kissed Steve and wished both him and Cal his best.

Both Cal and Steve were inducted into the Clan. Master Ben grew closer to the Family and was in constant contact with all of us. He seemed to revel in any visit when we could spare the time to come his way. He made many trips to Los Angeles and stayed with Master Jeb and Jim.

He said he was more comfortable staying with them than he was in a guarded Hotel in Vegas. He could be himself with his two slaves and not have to put on airs. When he came for a visit the entire Family turned out to visit and party at Jeb and Jim’s. He was treated with respect but just like any other Family member.

Tim secretly contacted the Sultan, knowing that he was to be in Los Angeles on a certain date and told him that our Family would like to induct Master Ben into our ranks. It was a big surprise for Master Ben when everyone came and he was inducted as an official Family member into the Clan Mc Innis! When his Father appeared to give his blessing Master Ben became emotional.

The Old Man was learning more and more English from Tim and Keashan. They were patient with him and he loved their company. They were polite and courteous with the Sultan which further endeared them to him. They had become more than his Son’s consorts/slaves they had become his beloved companions. One or the other was always by the Sultan’s side, translating for him or interpreting meanings of words.

Tim became fiercely loyal to Master Ben, the Sultan and the Arab cause as well. Even though he was born and raised American none of the Sultan’s Sons dared question his loyalty to his two Masters. Hell, Tim slept with the Sultan most of the time. Especially when the Sultan wasn’t taking care of his modest harem of thirty wives. Tim had offered himself to the Sultan but the Old Man had never taken advantage of Tim. He held him in his arms and kissed him gently but would always turn over and go to sleep.

Master Ben laughed and shared with our Family one evening that if he wanted his Father to do something, he gave up a long time ago trying to convince him himself. He simply told Tim or Keashan what he wanted and they got the Old Man to do it. Tim loved the Sultan like a Grandfather and Keashan saw him as a God.

Perhaps, that’s why the Old Man came to prefer Tim because even though Tim worshiped the Sultan and loved him dearly Tim treated him like an honored friend and could laugh and joke with him. Tim could get away with some wicked jokes that not even Master Ben dared. Tim could do no wrong in the eyes of the Sultan and Tim never tried to take advantage of his closeness to him.

The slave training that Master Jeb and Jim provided left an indelible imprint on Tim’s brain that he was first and foremost a slave for the use of the Men that owned him. No matter how good they treated him he would always need to be their possession.

In fact, Tim actually gave himself to the Sultan in an official document he had drawn up, with Master Ben’s permission. It was written in English and Arabic and clearly stated that Tim was to be not only Master Ben’s slave but the Sultan’s as well. However, he still remained a slave within the Family Clan Mc Innis.

The Sultan was thrilled with Tim’s decision and for the first time took him to his bed and allowed the young Man to pleasure him. He too, like his Son, fell deeply in love with Tim. He had always said that Tim was so pretty he should only be for Men. Tim was the only slave the Sultan allowed to address him as ‘Honored Father’!

Booger and I left Los Angeles and was going to go on our own to get away from everything. We had been together about a two months at that time and we had hooked up with a group of quasi-outlaw Bikers called the Hot Dawgs that roamed the Southwest. They were nefarious lot that would sell their Grandmother into prostitution for a bag of ‘go fast’.

I had grown close to Red and had no problem calling him my Master. We had talked and I really didn’t like the idea of being farmed out to another Biker for his pleasure. I only wanted Red and felt that was what he wanted as well.

Besides, I had not been though slave training or imprinting. I still had my own ideas of what relationships should be about. I wanted Red to be my Master and me his slave but more in the vein of two lovers.

I realize now that I was wrong! If I was to be his slave I should have done as I was told and never questioned his wishes. I was young, untrained, idealistic and stubborn. I didn’t want to share Red and after Master Ben I realized I didn’t want him to give me to anyone else.

There was a single slave that was traveling with the Hot Dawgs named T-Bo. I didn’t like T-Bo! He was a lecherous little Man. I knew he had the ‘hots’ for Booger from the first. Not because he thought Red was a good looking Man but because I had him. If someone as good looking as me (his thoughts) had Red for a Master then Red had to have something special.

He set about to have Red for his own. He made any number of comments about having lost his Master in a bad Bike accident and that he was looking for another good Master to serve.

Some of the Men, as in any Biker Gang, were fairly good looking Men. One in particular was really hot. He looked like a Movie Star. A young Errol Flynn. His name was Blaine and he was an ex GI like me and had been to Nam. He had been captured and managed to escape with the help of a lost Corpsman that got him back to safety.

Blaine was a Womanizer but would fuck anything that held still long enough. He and I struck up a friendship. That’s all it was, a friendship but Red got it in his head that Blaine wanted me. Blaine had no idea what Red was talking about when we discussed it in private. He said he wouldn’t mind going with me but the thought hadn’t crossed his mind. I liked him. He was a bit of a braggart but I thought he was totally straight and telling me the truth.

One night Booger decided to give me to Blaine. While I thought Blaine was a fantastically good looking Man I didn’t care to pleasure him. Red got really angry with me and ordered me to go with Blaine. Poor Blaine just shrugged his shoulders and motioned for me to come on. I went with Blaine to settle Red down knowing what would happen.

Blaine and I would talk and we’d both lie to Booger about great sex. Well, that’s not what happened. Blaine admitted that he had always wanted to suck a Guy off and would I let him try.

“Hell, yes! Blaine! Get down there on it. No Master/slave shit just get on it and see if you like it.” With a few tips from me Blaine got pretty good and got me off. He said it wasn’t bad and thought he could get use to it. Then I sucked him off. It took me no time to get him off. He said no Woman had ever sucked him that good.

I returned to our tent, opened the flap and there Red was with his dick in T-Bo fucking him for all he was worth. I was stunned and hurt! Why? I don’t know! Maybe I wanted more from Red than to force me to have sex with someone I wasn’t interested in so he could have sex with a piece of shit. That’s what I thought of T-bo! As a piece of shit!

I gathered my few belongings and threw them on my Bike as T-bo exited our tent sneering like he’d really put one over on me. Red came running out of the tent pulling up his pants.

“Wait a minute, Cowboy, you don’t understand, let me explain!”

“Explain what, Red?! There’s nothing to explain! You want T-bo? You got him!
He’s your slave now! I’m free ‘cause I sure as Hell ain’t gonna’ be no Man’s slave the sleeps with a piece of shit like that! You think you’re gonna’ stick your dick in me after having it in that ‘Pig’ you’re crazier than the other Bikers think you are!!” Red raised his arm to back hand me and stopped.

“Go ahead, Red! Seal the deal! Make me hate you as well as leave you!” He lowered his hand.
“Where do you think your going, Cowboy! You’re my slave! You always will be!”
“First of all, Red, I’m not thinking about where I’m going. Even if I knew I wouldn’t tell you! Further more, you can’t have me AND T-bo for a slave! You want him? Let him be your slave. He’s made it clear from the start that he was going to have you for a Master and fuck me! I have other people that want me and need me a damn site more than you seem to.” With that I cranked my Bike and rode away so angry tears were streaming down my face.

We were some where outside of Marfa, Texas and I headed for the boarder. I traveled north to Ft. Stockton to a small out of the way Motel that I knew that had individual cabins. I could park my Bike around behind the cabin in a small Patio area, unseen by most traffic. I was tired and angry. I didn’t even bother to clean up. I just threw myself across the bed and cried myself to sleep. I don’t know how long I slept but it was late night. There came a knock on the door.

I went to the door expecting the Manager or anyone but Booger. There stood Red with his hat in his hand like a school boy that had done bad. He was the last person I expected and was shocked when I saw him standing there.
“Well, you found me! Now go away! I don’t want you anymore!”
“Don’t do this, Cowboy! I’m sorry! I apologize! I know you’re hurt and angry.
Let it go! It won’t happen again!”

“I don’t have anything to say to you, Red! Go back to T-Bo! He’ll make you a good slave. The two of you deserve each other! I’ll be fine!”
“You don’t mean that! You love me and you know it, otherwise you wouldn’t be hurting so bad right now. I don’t want T-Bo for a slave. I want you for my slave.”

“I’m sorry, Red! I had a hard time calling you Master to begin with because of all the shit I went through in Nam and I’m not sure if I ever could again. Not after what happened. You wouldn’t want someone that can’t be your slave anymore. After all I’ve been through, Red, trying to heal! I thought you really cared, that you above all people understood. How could you do something like this to me?” Go back to T-Bo. You’ll be happy with him.”

“I’m tired! It took me half the night to find you and I’m not gonna’ let you go until we get this settled. Let me come in and rest.”

“Sure Red! Help yourself! The room’s paid for!” I let him come in and started getting my shit together.
“What are you doing, Cowboy?”
“You can stay here, Red! Rest! I’ll move on! I don’t want to stay with you.”

“Look! I did wrong! I admit it! Give me a break, Cowboy! Stay with me. It won’t happen again, I promise. I’m not gonna’ let you go. I love you too much! I need you, Billy!” I continued to get my stuff together.

“You don’t love someone when you force them to go with someone they’re not the least interested in so you can fuck a pig! How would you like it if I had lied to you to have Cal fuck me! I didn’t! Cal wasn’t even a pig! He was a good looking Man! You knew I wasn’t interested in Blaine! Your promise is just another lie as far as I’m concerned, Red!

“You went with Ben! I didn’t hear you protest that!” Red retorted.

“Yeah! Well let me see your check for thirty thousand dollars from T-bo, Red! Besides, it was as much your idea as it was mind! If it bothered you, you could have said something about it before now and you haven’t! So that’s a moot point!” I started to leave and Red moved in front of the door.

“I’m not letting you walk out on me again, Cowboy! This is not a request. It’s an order! Now just settle down and take your clothes off. Let’s go to bed!”

“Fuck you, Red! I ain’t sleeping in the same bed with you. You smell like you been fucking a pig!” With that he backhanded me hard across the mouth sending me half way across the room. To his amazement I laughed. I got up and wiped the blood away from my face still laughing at him.

“Is this the way you want it, Red! Having to beat me up to get it, ‘cause that’s what you’re gonna’ have to do. Now get out of the way of the door or I’m gonna’ take you out.” For an instant I saw doubt cross Red’s face as to whether I just might be able to take him out. He moved toward me to hit me again and I moved out of the way. He lost his balance and fell on his face. I simply picked up my shit and walked out. Red stood in the doorway watching as I rode away.

End of Chapter VII~
Waddie Greywolf
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