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THE TIES THAT BIND~ V
By Waddie Greywolf
V~IL SERVO PADRONE E DUO (The Slave With Two Masters)
Part I ~The Child Within Us “There is no coming to consciousness without pain!” Carl Jung
Indeed, he lay in the arms of an Angel. Do all Angels have wings? Beau’s head was passing back and forth from one dimension to the other. One where handsome wingless Angels with sad violet eyes and donkey dicks dwelled to swagger ‘round wearing side arms and the sweetest bad ass boots he’d ever had a mouth on! The other realm where Master Earl D. Shaw was, holding him, petting him, asking if he was alright, waving his hand in front of his glazed eyes, snapping fingers, saying Beau., Beau., can you hear me? He was doing all this, thought Beau., the handsome Devil, for me, how nice, all that and yet somehow managed to pinch that poor Angels cock! He could see the headlines: COP COPTS ANGELS COCK!! Film at eleven! He laughed at his own joke! What’s wrong with this picture? My brain, he thought, oxygen starved! That’s the ticket! Try breathing you idiot! Take a deep breath, this is L.A., live dangerously! Cobwebs began to disappear. There was Master Earl looking at him with concerned eyes. Could lavender eyes be concerned? Well, they seem to be! Nice of him to let me sniff his plastic cod piece! “Goodbye sweet friend” Beau spoke to no one through glazed eyes, “I know I’m returning I’ll see you again! Goodbye.” He lifted a hand to wave. One full minute of oxygen, the fog was lifting and reality came rushing in like a slam dunk! “What the hell! How’d I get here?” Master Earl removed the cannula from Beau’s face. “You’ve been drifting in and out for an hour now Beau. Are you alright?” Earl D. had found a hit of oxygen would clear most people’s head in a matter of minutes but the Alpha state is seductive and people wanted to return. He had to watch Beau carefully and get him up and moving. “I think so! What happened? Where’s my friend? “ What friend, Beau?” “Maybe he wasn’t real. I wanted him to be real. He was my friend.” “Do you remember our conversation about thirty minutes ago?” “I remember someone telling me I didn’t lose the plug but I didn’t believe them. I don’t remember getting to this bed.” “No! You didn’t lose the plug! I’ll explain the details later let’s get you up and walking.” Master Earl said as he picked me up to a standing position. My legs were just a bit rubbery but I managed to walk around. Things were coming back. “Gee! Master Earl that must have been one hell of a fuck! Wish I’d been there!” Earl D. threw back his head and roared with laughter and thought, “Damn that felt good!” He hadn’t found much to laugh about since Wes died. “We haven’t even gotten to that part yet slave-boy.”Earl said pointedly. “No? Well from what I can see I’m definitely gonn’a enjoy it!” Earl laughed again. He was concerned about Beau because he seemed to be more susceptible to the pull of he Alpha state than anyone he had encountered before. He was like a man coming down from a three day drunk. He’d seen this sort of thing before but not to this degree. What a change in Beaus’ personality. He went from carrying the collected guilt of the world to having a sense of humor .He’d seen the whip work miracles before. He was good at what he did and knew almost to the number, how many strokes of the whip it would take any given slave to cross over. A term Earl D. made up. Not in any medical book but it fairly well described what they experienced. He watched Wes grow from the whip. Wes was deathly afraid of the whip! He had been physically abused as a child. Wes insisted Earl let him try again and again. Slowly, Earl D. brought him along. He never went further than Wes could. He was more concerned for Wes because he was so small. Wes would always let him know when he could go no further. They had a signal between them. Earl would stop immediately and praise Wes for how much further he had come than last time whether he really had or not. S & M did not come easy for Wes! It was his idea that Earl begin to mold him to be the slave he needed. Earl never pushed him to the Dungeon. His promise to obey Earl’s order to trust and his acceptance brought new areas of exploration for Wes. He began to solve the dichotomy of ideas within S & M sex. How could anything equating the brutal beatings he received as a boy from his Father be sexually stimulating? Wes began to separate the violence of the whip and it’s symbol of punishment to the greater idea of a right of passage and an unfailing trust in his Master. He trusted Earl with his life and Earl returned that trust with unspoken love. Wes’s Father had caught Wes masturbating in the back of the barn one day and went insane. He grabbed Wes by his little cock and balls and practically dragged him to the back porch. There was no screen on the porch just flat boards for a walkway. He grab something as he left the barn with Wes in tow. Wes was in great pain and screaming loudly. He was sure his Father was going to either pull his cock and balls off or cut them off. Maybe that would have been better than what his sadistic Father was about to do in the name of teaching the boy God’s way! He held Wes’s penis to a flat board on the poarch which came up to about Wes’s waist and with one swift movement drove a sixteen D common nail through it! Wes screamed and cried, “Oh Daddy, Oh Daddy, Please take it out! I’ll never do it again, I promise! Oh God, Daddy it hurts. With that the bastard slapped Wes hard across the face an screamed, “Don’t you call on the Lord’s name again you,.....you, little heathen! Only Heathens and Queers play with themselves! Now you think about what you’ve done for an hour!” He left Wes alone with no way to get his little penis off that board. He stood there, almost in shock, for one full hour, bleeding, looking down at his little boy penis in the hot Georgia sun, for a normal Human act that had been made dirty by the most unholy perversionof goodness. He stood there for two full hours before his Father returned and unceremoniously ripped the nail from the board and his little prick. Wes did not scream. He had none left in him. He wanted to die. He lay that night in sever pain in the cold barn. His Father had thrown all his clothes from the house as he now had to live in the barn. He had felt lonely before but this was the end of the road. He prayed to God to take him to heaven. He didn’t want to stay here any more! If Deamons there be, Wes’s Father was their High Preist. He would regularly go into Wes’s room to tuck him in and then take his clothes off and bugger Wes in his little butt. He would leave his Son crying and laugh as he walked away. Sometime he’d turn at the door and mockingly tell Wes. “Well, what do you expect?!” “You wanted to be a Queer, don’t blame me! That’s what you get for being Queer! You fucked right good tonight boy! You think tomorrow you can suck me off, Queer?! Wes was relagated to the barn now. He felt he had no home. He didn’t! Wes’s mother never came to his defence. She was deathly afraid of his Father. He had tried to kill her twice because he thought she was “a’wichen’” and trying to cast a black spell on him because he caught syphilis fucking a whore over to Waycross. Hell, he new’ed she wasn’t church people when he married her. Wes tried to run away when he was thriteen but his Father caught him. You wann’a be a Queer so bad boy I’m a’gonn’a see to it you git yur wish! He took Wes and one small suitcase to Macon to a Queer he knew and asked him how much he’d give him for his Queer son.” “The man happened to be a Master and saw the look in Wes’s face, of terror, anger, fright, hurt, pain, anguish, embarrassment and most of all a resign that he was worthless! He was so humiliated he felt less than nothing! He tried to be invisable! Wes happened to look up at the man and saw the face of an Man Angel. He was older with the deepest blue eyes that looked like silent pools Wes could imagine sitting by away from this horrible scene that his Father was creating. This man was big! He was handsome,. well built, and well dressed masculine Man. He looked into Wes’s eyes. Wes looked back as if to say I am yours, do with me as you will, please take me away from this! The big man’s heart grabbed Wes’s soul into his and told him he would be his champion with one swift look.” Then looked back upon the face of evil. The man looked at Wes’s Father and asked, “How much you asking for him?” “A hunnert dollars.” Wes’s Father replied. “For a scrawney Kid like that! Hell mister I can by three of ‘em in Atlanta for that!” “Well, what’dya gi’ me fur‘em” “Well, he’s got a right nice face on ‘em, kinda pretty like. I’ll give you thirty dollars for him!” “Forty!” “Done!” He handed his Father the money and lifted poor Wes in his big huge arms and spoke softly, “Don’t be afraid Son, no harm will come to you. Your safe with me!” Wes began to cry softly on the big mans chest. He was crying for gratefulness to his savior. He would go with this beautiful man. He did not care what the future brought. There was no love from his ineffectual Mother and after being rejected time and again by her when his insane Father would go nuts. He certainly wouldn’t miss the nocturnal visits to rape him and then call him Queer! The future had to be better or he did not want to live. Wes’s Father’s parting shot to Wes was “That big Queer owns you now boy. I’ll bet his gonn’a fuck your little ass ‘til ‘ya walk bowlegged!” The man that had bought Wes was Big Jim’s brother Walker Johnson. Wes made a solemn vow never to see his Father again. Walker placed his big hand on the back of Wes’s small undernourished head and pull him to his beg chest in an effort to cover the boy’s ears. He whispered toWes, “Don’t listen to him Son, he’s a Devil! That will not happen to you! You have my word, by God, that will not happen to you! You are safe me and no one will ever hurt you again! Come live with me and be my Son!” Wes shook his head affirmative. Walker gently nuzzled him behind his ear with his full bushey moustache. At that moment two important things happened, Wes fell in Love for the first time in is life and in Walker’s heart he became Wesley David Johnson. Wes lived with Walker for almost fourteen years. Wes fell deeply in love with him. Walker never took advantage of Wes. He taught him to be a man! His own man! He finished High School living with Walker. Because Wes had applied himself and made top grades in High School Walker wanted to send him to college. Wes was too much in love with Walker to leave him. Walker became his family and Wes was welcomed into Walker’s big family as one of them. To Wes, Walker was more than a champion. He was his Father, big brother, Mother, Indian Guide, teacher, and Master. Walker never thought of taking advantage of Wes. To him Wes was the Son he knew he was never going to have. Wes had other dreams! As his trust in Earl grew he knew he could count on him to stop when he gave the signal. Likewise, the repeated sessions over a period of time began to imprint on Wes what trust was really all about and solidified his increasing trust in his Master. If he didn’t signal, Earl D. would gladly take him further. Until one night, Wes did not signal at the point Earl expected and Earl prepared to take him to the next plateau. Wes had already stepped across that threshold. It was not fainting. It was a trance-like, almost out of body, experience that fakirs are known to induced before their performances. It has been compared to the Alpha state in Bio-feedback.Sometime his partners would remain in that state for several hours and claim to have had unusual experiences. They would meet strange people, dead friends, felt the presence of evil, and met holy people. They all were significantly changed by the experience. Wes got to where he would beg Earl to take him down to the Dungeon especially when he was beginning to have doubts, fears, or insecurities. Straighten him right out! Every time! That was the time Earl could most feel Wes’s love for him. Not from the act, but from the resulting warmth Wes would radiate for days afterward. It bonded them together to take these trips together and Wes was never happier and loving than right after. Earl could make love to him for hours and get some of the best sex he had ever had. He never would have guessed Wes could become such a sexual athelet. “Could Wes have sent him Beau?” Earl wondered to himself. Beau seemed like the salt of the Earth kinda guy but some very strange things had happened. Earl had never had anyone get all the way through his trip on the first go. Most dropped out during the first half. In Earl D.’s eyes Wes could do no wrong and had to be on a first name basis with J.C. in heaven! They played a little game where Earl D. would grab Wes, hold him tight, and shove his big hand down the back of Wes’s pants to rub his butt to see if it was still tender. Most of the time he made damn sure he kept it that way! Earl would ask him if he was glad his Big Bad Ass Cop Daddy whipped his little butt. It would invariable flip a switch in Wes that would radiate joy and be some of the few times Wes could truly show his love for Earl D. He would giggle like a school boy then speak from his heart,”Oh God yes, Master Earl! Thank you!” And, he really meant it!
Earl walked Beau out to the patio deck. It was a warm evening and the lights of L.A. seemed to be dancing a command performance. “I think I’m back to normal. Thirsty! But normal. Yeah, I am normal.” Beau’s small epiphany didn’t pass by Earl D. “Where’s that little guy that was around here a while ago.” Beau asked. “What little guy, Beau?”“ The little buffed short guy that was in the bedroom a while ago?” Earl sat quiet for a minute. “Is this some kind of game, Beau?” “No, there was a short little guy that said goodbye to me when you had that plastic thing on my nose. Did he leave? He had a flat top, very blonde, blue eyes, and had on a beige Eisenhower jacket with an blue and gold emblem on the pocket. “Boy was he buffed out!” Beau said with disarming honesty. “He was a nice guy. He listened to me and I told him things about Nam I have never told another soul. I feel better! I rescued him from something and he was greatful! He was my friend!” Earl noticed Beau’s voice began to take on a flat effect and the tone lowered. Oh God, he’s lapsing back to Alpha state. “Come on,” Earl said, “let’s go into the kitchen and I’ll get you some cold water.” Beau felt comfortable not to be encumbered by clothes and sex toys. He was beginning to have those bizarre coasting images where your not quiet asleep and not really awake, you’re just coasting! The cousin to a fevered nightmare. Why do we have to, wear anything, he thought? Then the vivid memory of cleaning Officer Earls’ boots slammed into his consciousness. He breathed in quicky and thought, “Ah, yes! That’s why! Now I remember! So slave boys can have something to do with their tongues! Makes sense to me!” Earl D. got him a glass of water, another, then another! “You may be a little dehydrated.” Earl D. said. They walked back out to the patio and stood for a minute looking at the lights and slowly turned to look at each other. In a barely audible voice Beau said, “Our ‘some-ones’ just told me to say this just this way......” Beau spoke softly as if he was lapsing back into the alpha-dream state again. “What’s that Son?” “Thank you Earl.” He said flatly with no emotion and a decided southern lilt. “For the water? Oh!.....Oh, You mean.... Sorry Son!” He grabbed his slave, pulled him to his chest, and held him tightly.” “Did our ‘some-ones’ tell you to be disrespectful?” He chided. “They said this one time only, you would forgive when you understood the meaning.” Beau said flatly, respectfully. Earl D. looked him in the eyes and chills began to tap dance on his spine causing his scalp to crawl in several direction at once and then his forehead as the ‘meaning’ shook him to his core. He threw his head back said loudly, “Oh God! Oh,....Oh my God!” Then closed his eyes and was silent. He hugged Beau tighter as if he were afraid Beau would bolt for the door. “Is there a meaning, Master?”Beau questioned quietly. Earl D., hung his head, paused to compose himself, began to speak slowly and deliberately like the words were being carved out of his soul, “I had a slave named Wesley. Wes I called him. He was a small man. No! He was tiny. With the heart of a lion and the attitude of a Giant.” If he got angry and pulled himself up to his maximum of four feet eight, people shut up and listened. I’ve seen him back down a man twice his size. He was my devoted slave. I loved him dearly.” “You described him perfectly a while ago when you ask about the little guy in the bedroom. I don’t keep pictures out so unless Jeb told you about him you couldn’t have known what he looked like, especially his favorite jacket I still have in the closet.” Beau looked at Master Earl with sympathy in his eyes and spoke, “God! Master Earl, I would never be so cruel to do something like that to anyone, let alone you! Jeb only told me that you lost your slave three years ago in a plane accident. Nothing more!” “That’s alright Son, I believe you! Some remarkable things have occurred tonight” “When I bought Wes he had already signed all the usual Master/slave contracts; however, he held out for one small exception in the wording. The contracts were written by one of our groups attorneys giving me full power over him. Of course, forced slavery in this country is illegal but there are very few laws that apply to consensual slavery. Attorneys hate it when there is a change in their contracts.” “Keep in mind that Wes and I had only met a week before the contracts were signed. He was sold into our group at an early age by his homophobic Father. Paternal revenge for Wes turning out Gay! His old man thought, “I’ll sell the queer into slavery!” Not knowing that it was probably the best thing for Wes.” “However, like every thing else in life, shit happens! Wes didn’t have an easy go of it! He was sold or given, Master to Master, ‘til one day no one knew where he was nor what happened to him. By accident, a straight friend of Jeb’s liked to fuck the whores in T.J. and had been offered this young gringo to fuck for twenty pesos. He thought for twenty pesos a little boy butt might be a nice change from tuna.” “He said he started fucking the Kid and realized he was white and probably American. He said he was a damn good fuck and feeling so fine to Jeb’s friend he paid them extra to fuck him a little longer. He said he when back to get a little more boy butt and got an idea. He thought he was too good a fuck not to have been trained. Rather than enter him slowly he slammed his considerable piece of meat in him into the hilt!” “He said he thought he heard the Kid say, “Thank you, Master!” Then he said the Kid really started giving him a major good fuck. I bought another hour with him and slammed in him again to make sure I wasn’t hearing things. Again the Kid said, “Thank you, Master!” He leaned over him near his ear and told him, “I’m not a Master Son but my good friend is! Who’s boy are you and why are you here?” “I can’t tell you Sir! No good would come of it! Just enjoy your fuck, I’ll try to make it as good for you as I can.” He said his heart went out to him and he asked him his name, “Wes Sir.”was all he said. He was so good I couldn’t hold back and shot a big load up his ass. When I pulled out of him I was just gonn’a wipe my old dick off and he begged me to clean it for me.” “You’re the first man whos known how to fuck ass in last six months!” He proceded to lick the shit and come off his dick and cleaned it up good. I’m gonn’a tell a couple of my friends that are Masters. They’ll get you out of here! “That’s alright Sir!” He told him, “I’m here because I deserve to be, Sir!” “He told Wes nobody deserves to be kept chained up like this for someone elses profit. He immediately went to Jeb and his big friend Jim and told them what he found. He asked if they knew a boy named ‘Wes’. Jeb knew him well! Hell, said Big Jim, he’s my nephew! Jeb shot a questioning look at Big Jim and he just smiled like I guess I never told you that! Jeb and Jim went down to T.J. the next day and found him in this Mexican borodello. He was chained to a wooden bench and being viciously fucked six to eight times a day by any Mexican that had the twenty pesos. Most of the time the two guards at the place threw a fuck into him before going home.” “Through some flim-flam Jeb went in as a customer, went in as if he was going to fuck him, insisted on privacy, and closed the door. He diddn’t want them to get suspicious so he pulled his dick out andslammed it into Wes. Without turning around to see who it was Wes said, “Thank you Master Jeb!” He recognized the way Jebs cock felt in him! “Give me a good fuck Son, were here to get you out of this place.” “Yes Sir Master Jeb! It feels good to have a Master in me again.” “Jeb fucked him making loud moaning sounds, talking dirty, and slapping Wes on the ass loud enough to be heard outside. After he finished he went to the caretaker and bragged about how good the little gringo was. Jeb speaks Mexican like a native. Jim came in with a bottle and offered the caretaker a drink. Jeb found out he was just an employee. Jeb told Jim what a good fuck the boy was and paid for Jim to use him. Well, they proceeded to get the caretaker drunk and he finally passed out. Jim went in and cut Wes’s chains with a good size pair of bolt cutters he carried under his jacket. They put him in the back of Jeb’s old pickup and piled ropes, old rubber boots, an old painting tarp on him and drove back across the border.” “He never would tell Jeb nor me how he came to be there. He knew Jeb or Jim would have silently disposed of the man. Jeb took him in and nursed him back to health. He gained his weight back and after about a year Jeb began training him his way! Worked him out at a gym three days a week and tried to teach him to believe in himself. Jeb gave him faith to learn to trust but most of all he taught him how to trust in himself. Jeb put him on the Market about eight months after that.” “Say what they will about old Jeb, he knows what he’s doing and he produces the best slaves on the market. He had an open house so anyone interested could meet and inspect Wes if they wished. No sex! I didn’t go to the open house and Wes was to be sold two weeks after that. I was alone and a close friend of mine in the group suggested I buy a house boy, just to have someone rattling around the house so it wouldn’t seem so empty. Someone to be there when I came home from work. A pet, basically! I called Jeb and made arrangements to meet Wes and take him to dinner. I didn’t bring him to my home because Jeb has strict rules about that sort of things. ” “Jeb Henshaw is not a man whose trust you want to break! Wes was polite, intelligent but reserved, unto himself! Not sullen, just didn’t have much to say! He did ask me one pointed question: If I should find him worthy of purchase and he did his best to serve me well, would he be expected to love me? I told him No! I told him my reasons for wanting to purchase a slave. I was going to think of him as a domestic slave.” “I had all the Dungeon traffic I needed! I had a waiting list! Not because I’m that hot but because I’m a Cop! I found out he had real problems allowing people to get close to him because he had been abused as a child and rejected so many times. I thought with my shyness problem and his rejection problems, “What a can of worms!” “On the other hand it could be the best for both of us. He’d have regular duties, his privacy to an extent, and I could have my sex in the Dungeon. Also, I didn’t expect him to be so small but he was perfectly small! Usually men who are small are good looking in a ...well, small man way! Not Wes! He looked like a Goddamn fireplug! For a small man he was built like the proverbial brick outhouse! I thought he didn’t like me. I took him back to Jeb’s after dinner that evening and Jeb walked me to my car to feel me out about Wes.Jeb’s a business man and wanted to know if I planned to bid on him. I voiced my concerns and Jeb didn’t say much but thanked me for being honest!” “He reassured me that Wes did indeed like me but was afraid to even try to hope for anything he really wanted. He was so used to getting fucked over he sometime sabotaged his own best chance for happiness because he’s been imprinted he wasn’t deserving enough. I told Jeb I I might hurt him if I tried to fuck him. Jeb just smiled and told me that if Wes could take him three times a week, he could take me!” “He looked me in the eye and told me “Earl D .I’m going to break one of my cardinal rules in telling you this because every time I break one it costs me money, but this time it’ll be worth it!” He grabbed me by my arm, looked me dead in the eye and said, “Earl D. Shaw, you and this boy belong together! I’m not telling you that to hustle a sale. Take it as a word to the wise from an old fart who’s seen the best of ‘em come and go! If you’re not interested, he will sell anyway and at a good price! I won’t say anymore! Promise me you’ll think about it!” Jeb and I have always had a deep respect for each other. Well, it goes a little deeper than that but I won’t go into it right now. Let’s just say Jeb has done me a lot of favors and I’ve tried to be there when he needed me. He never abuses friendships so when I asks I’m there. He never is physical with anyone but his boys he’s training. I was impressed by his passion and promised him I would think about it, and I did.” “I gave it some thought then I put it out of my mind until the morning of the bidding. One thing Wes said that night kept running through my mind and I couldn’t shake it. When I took him back to Jeb’s as he was getting out of the car he turned to me and asked if he might speak freely. I told him yes and he looked me in the eyes and said, “With all due respect Sir I’m not for you. You are a good and decent man! You will be a wonderful Master to some lucky slave boy!! You deserve a slave that not only could serve you well but could love you too. I’m not capable of that anymore.” “Please don’t tell Master Jeb I told you.!” “I give my word Son!” I was stunned! I didn’t know what to think! Maybe this was the sabotage Jeb was talking about. Shoot happiness in the doorway and you won’t have to invite it in. Let’s face it if misery is all you’ve ever known, happiness to you is going to be being miserable!” “You had to have your bid in by six o’clock three days from that evening. I thought about it all day while working and decided not to bid. There were too many variables. On my way home I started thinking about going home to an empty place and my bike suddenly decided to take the off ramp to Jeb’s place. I made a high-midrange bid and thought that would probably insure I wouldn’t win the bid. Jeb called me that evening around eight and asked when I might wish to take possession of my new slave boy. I found out much later, after Wes was killed that Jeb had eight offers higher than mine. Jeb is a wise and sometime mysterious old coot. I told him to have the contracts ready and would pick him up the next day after work.Wes’s only hold out in our contract was, “If I should have reason to speak to my Master about love we will speak as equals!.” Meaning, to drop all titles of respect and on that topic he could speak his mind without fear of reprisal. It seemed innocent enough. I said sure. As it turned out, we never really talked much about love. He just couldn’t bring himself to speak the words.” Earl paused for a moment. “Wes worked his butt off to please me and he did. I felt we were bonding especially after several intense weekend Dungeon trips. We were both big Dodger fans and I got season tickets every year. We knew most of the team. They called us Mutt and Jeff! Time passed and I found myself depending more and more on Wes. We both knew we had fallen hopelessly in love but never expressed it in words. Jeb told me one night that everyone in our group could tell by the way we looked at each other and were happy for us. Old Jeb was thrilled! When I brought him home I put him in the other bedroom upstairs. He seemed fine for a while and then during the night I would be awakened by a muffled sound of some kind. I silently approached his room and heard him crying into his pillow like his life was over. This went on night after night until he would cry himself to sleep. I felt horrible! I didn’t know what to do. I talked to Jeb about it and he said he had some bad dreams but didn’t cry. Jeb said to be stern with him. Not angry nor violent. Just stern! Give him the idea you care enough about his development that you’re going to yank him up by the nape of his neck (figuratively) and damn well see to it that he follows your orders. “So that night I stormed into his room and in a loud voice said,“What’s the meaning of this boy? Crying in my home like I mistreat you? Like I’m some kinda monster?” Wes’s eyes widened not in fear but surprise and embarrassment. “I paid good hard earned red-blooded American dollars to buy you boy! I have never raised my voice to you since you've been here until now!” “God knows you've had it rough Kid, but I didn’t buy you out of pity. It's time you stopped grieving for what might have been and concentrate on making your future all you can. It's time you learned to live again and to put your trust in someone. Well, since I paid the big bucks for your ass to own you boy, who the hell do you think that's gonn'a be, huh???” “I haven't given you many orders since you been here, haven't had too, you've worked damned hard at taking care of me. But by God in heaven, I'm damn sure giving you one now and you will obey! You are ordered to trust me, slave boy, and show some faith in me until I do something that will make me unworthy of that trust” “My Daddy use to tell me, "Son, when you meet a man he should immediately have on deposit with you a trust fund. Now he may choose to draw all that trust out in one stupid action. Then he has no more credit with you. Remember it works both ways! If you squander a man’s trust in one action, you may be terribly sorry and apologize for your actions, but it will take you a long, long time to build that account up again that originally was yours, free, for the asking!" “You will trust me slave! You got that?!” "Yes Master!" "That's not good enough slave! Yes Master what! “Yes Master I will try to trust you!" "That's not good enough slave! Try Hell! You're not stupid Son! Don't insult your Master by implying you think he's stupid enough to accept that lame answer! That leaves you a convenient out of sayingto yourself, 'Well, I tried!' That's bullshit!! I won't have it! You got that boy?!!” "Yes Master, Sir" I think, at that point, I had his attention. "You will repeat after me slave! I WILL TRUST YOU MASTER!!" “I will trust you Master" "Now!! What do I want to hear from you unprompted by me boy??" "I will trust you Master" "Now you try it one more Goddamn time slave and I better hear the fucking ring of truth in your voice!!" "Master Earl I promise! I promise I will trust you!" "So your Master is really sure you understand that this is not a game and you damn well better obey this order I will hear it again slave!!" Wes hit his knees in front of me and wrapping his arms around my legs pressed the side of his face as close to me as he could and said choking back the tears, "Oh Master forgive me! God help me, forgive me! Of course I will obey you! I swear by all that’s Holy, I WILL trust you! I wasn’t crying because you mistreat me! Please Master, Please don’t think that! I’ve never been treated better in my fucking life. It’s,......it’s ..... ....just,” “Just what slave?” “I don’t want to complain Master” Wes said with voice shaking. He was scared and I was enjoying my acting debut. It was really hard to be angry with him. He was so Goddamn cute! But I was resolved! “Complaing is a hell of a lot better than listening you bawl half the night! You either tell me what the burr under your saddle is or I’m going in there, get that wide belt of mine and won’t stop whipping you until you do! You got that boy!”Damn I was good! I was getting an erection talking to him like that! I almost convinced myself! “Please Master don’t! I’ll tell you! Every night after dinner you go off to your part of the house and I come in here....and after being with You...and I like being around you Master....I’m a selfish slave, Master, I........I.... just want to be with you more........I’m sorry Master I get lonely.” “Well, so much for my acting career! He ripped my heart out and handed me back several pieces! He kept a large chunk to nail to the wall. I knew how he felt! I was trying to give him some privacy. We both remained frozen and silent for a few minutes. “I crawled into his bed, pulled the sheets down for him to get in bed, and just patted on the bed for him to join me. The little guy crawled into my arms and cried until I thought about restocking the Ark! They were tears of release and I wasn’t about to chastise him for that. I comforted him and reassured him I was not going to sell him. That we would get through this together and added that the trust that he was ordered to have and agreed to give me would help.” “That was the first time we made love. Wes never cried again! He obeyed my order, he trusted me! He slept in my arms that night and every night there after. I wondered why he wanted that clause put in the contract when we never spoke of love. Wes could never bring himself to talk about it. Many times I saw the frustration on his face when he wanted desperately to tell me and walked away in anger because he couldn’t.” “ He didn’t have to tell me, I knew! I was reserved with my true feelings for him. I didn’t want to crowed him. When you tell someone you love them, you expect them to say they love you too. Wes was sharp, he had my number. We were liketwo crippled Suns spiraling in on each other sharing a black hole for a crutch. Love was our crutch that helped two emotionally challenged men find a middle ground of understanding, patience, and joy in each other.” Unsolicited tears were running down Earls’ cheeks as he spoke, “The last words he spoke to me,....... before he boarded the plane in L.A,. was...... ...... ‘Earl, I love you!’ Without the trappings of respect! It took him nine years to say that! It was the first time he had said those words to anyone other than his savior, Walker Johnson!” “And worst of all for me, it was the first time I ever told him, “I love you too, Son!” “And now I know, after all this time, why he had to have that clause in our contract. If he ever told me that he loved me he didn’t want it coming from him, the slave. It had to come from Wes, my equal. He knew in hisheart he would always be my slave. I would have never released him from his bondnor would he want it. But for that one fleeting momentit was the most important thing in his life, he had to be my equal to emphasize the importance and meaning tohim of the words. He didn’t want me to think he was saying it because he was a slave and might be doing it to manipulate me. I allowedhim to be my equal at that moment and he died my equal!” “He’s been bothered all this time that if I thought he died my equal that I wouldn’t need him any longer as my slave. THAT was the meaning, Beau, that was the meaning! He carried his need to be my slave, my possession beyond death’s door! If any human could, Wes could! He needs resolution. He needs to hear me say that in my heart he will always be my slave!” “Don’t you see Beau! It wasn’t your tears tonight! You may be a sensitive or have the gift to channel. He’s been seeing through your eyes! He saw how sad I was and wept from your body! The tears that fell on my boots he loved so well were from your body but not from you. He was with you in the the chains. No man I have ever put in those chains, for the first time, has ever made it through like you did! It just doesn’t happen!” “He wanted you to please me and you did! He wanted us to be together this evening. From here it’s up to us. He knew you were a sensitive. He planned it from the chance meeting at the Lake.You took a huge chance blurting out to an LAPD Officer you’d like to clean his boots. You’ve even wondered where that came from. I would never have potentially jeopardized my position by saying the blatant things I did to you!! When you said the message a while ago it was with a southern accent. You don’t have an accent! Wes did! “Wes needed resolution! You unwittingly helped him find it!” Earl D.’s heart broke in two and Beau held him tight until he recovered. Earl, had not only found his way to the healing door, he knocked, it was opened, and he passed through! The eternal ‘some-one’s voices in consort with Wes’s whispered in his ear,“I’m still your loving slave, I always will be, but now I need for you to let me go!” Master Earl D. Shaw, Wes’s only true owner and Master, walked out on the wooden deck to the rail. He placed his hands on the rail and looked out into the night, “Goodbye my beloved slave!” He spoke softly, tears blinding his vision, “You were my slave, you will always be my slave! There is none other like you! I will always love you!” Satisfied, the spirit of Wes departed. Suddenly, Earl’s heart felt lighter! He knew Wes knew, he would be O.K.!The slave had set his Master free!
Part II ~ Pastoral
“It is not kind of summer, to be so genle in its’ prime, my Master comes at sunset to love me one more time.”~ Slave’s Song~W.D. Dux Posthumus
Master Earl lay across his huge bed with Beau’s head resting on his stomach. The full moon had traveled the night sky to bath them both in brilliance. They had not spoken in a long while “Are you with me, slave?” Master Earl asked “Yes Master! Are you alright?” “I have not felt this right in several years.” “Alive!” Beau replied. Master Earl looked at him. “I’m not going to ask for clarification. I’m learning to just accept what you say.” Earl said softly, meaningfully. “You have a gift Beau. A wonderful gift I don’t think you are even aware of.” “I’ve been thinking about that, Master, and it’s the only logical explanation. I saw pain in your eyes when you took off your sun glasses, twice in the kitchen, the second time my knees gave way! I’m ordinarily not that emotional and I may explain some other bizarre happenings to me in Nam and after I got out. It almost seems as if I have a guardian spirit next to me at all times keeping me out of harms way. It seems to nudge me in the right direction and slaps me down when I don’t listen. The most bizarre thing this evening was my eyes wetting your boots. I was in heaven serving you like that! It was like winning the Kentucky Derby for me. Every Gay mans ultimate fantasy to serve the ultimate authority symbol of our society! To say nothing of the fact that on the Richter scale of looks scores a ten plus. And I held the winning ticket! What, on God’s green Earth would make me cry at a time like that? Even if I saw pain in someone’s eyes I would feel empathy, sympathy, for them but not cry! I really didn’t know you well enough to react that way. I just knew you probably thought I was a psycho. “I’ve had a feeling that someone else has been around as well as my permanent protector. Remember when I asked you to put your arms around me? I felt as if someone else inside me was hugging you. I didn’t slip and call you Master! You told me last week to call you Officer Earl. I heard the words but it was as if my brain didn’t send the signal. I don’t know how to describe it! You’ve known me long enough to know I wouldn’t presume to tell a Master, especially one that had done me a big favor, that calling him Master was for his sake as well! I don’t know a lot about slave etiquitte but I would bet that sortof statement would be frowned upon! But if that was Wes, then it would have been for your benefit as well. If it was Wes I talked with, I understand your pain more than you know. He was patient and good to me. He did something no one has ever done, he listened. In the bedroom as I was coming around he told me goodbye and said to tell you “ducksworth”?” “It was him! I had several nicknames for him. His last name was Dux. Wesley David Dux. That was my favorite name for him when we were talking seriously about things. He loved to read Wordsworth! So I combined the two names. He wasn’t pleased at first but he came to see it as a sign of the “L” word that he avoided at all cost.” “I know, I saw what I saw, Master! I know what I heard! Sounds crazy, huh?” “Yesterday I would have said yes and ran the other way! Tonight opened my eyes to some things I never thought I would even attempt to understand.” They lay there in silence. “I do know one thing,” Master Earl said, as he rolled over onto his back, his cock hard as a rock stood up like the main pole on a Circus tent, “I suddenly am horny as hell!” Beau rolled from his side to his back and had no less a boner. Well, O.K., it was a lot less, but it was just as hard! “We aren’t going to waste these beauties slave!” Master Earl said as he roughly grabbed Beau’s cock.” Beau looked at his Master’s cocked and just giggle to himself. It was either exactly the same size or damn near the Giants happy time ride. Beau moved his hand toward it and stopped, “May I Master?” “I’d like that!” Master Earl shot back. The two men lay there in the brilliant moon light massaging each others cocks and enjoying the moment. “Beau I’d like for you, no, let me put it this way. I need you to stay the rest of the weekend. You may consider yourself under house arrest and by God I have the authority to enforce it!” Earl joked with Beau.” I have a friend coming from Palm Springs for brunch tomorrow morning and would enjoy showing you off.” “I was going to Jeb’s in the morning but I haven’t called to make definite plans, and I can call Greg, my neighbor , to feed Pussleene, so if I’m under arrest what can I say. You may wish to secure me in bondage or your cuffs, or chains, what ever you have lying around. A old phone cord perhaps? I’ve been know to attempt escape.” Beau was developing a sense of humor. “How ‘bout if I nail one foot to the floor and make you go around in Circles and whistle like a Choo-Choo? I could stick my dick up your butt and you could pull the caboose!” “Does if for me! You smooth talk’n sexy Master.” “You ain’t seen nothing yet Kid!” Earl continued, “Since you’re new to the idea of slavery, are you shy about being my slave for the weekend? Because you will be nude most of the time and be wearing my collar and probably have your butt plugged.” “If I agree to call you Master, which I have, then do I not become your slave?” “Damn good point Son! Damn good point! I have the feeling that youwould know instinctively how to handle yourself in most situations. “Besides, you are an uncommonly fine looking young man.” “Why Sir, I’ll bet you tell that to all the pretty slaves.” Beau flirted. “ Not so me beauty, you’re the first one since Wes!” “You’re serious, aren’t you Master Earl!” “Yep!” “ I just hope I can be worthy, untrained an all.” “I plan to make sure you are slave. I plan to strum you like a banjo!” “Do you take requests, Master?” I laughed. Damn Beau you’re developing a sense of humor. Where’d that come from! “Not unless you can sing with a plug in your skull-pussy, slave!” It was his turn to laugh. I should’a known better. “I do want you to know how good it feels to call you ‘slave’.” It’s no stretch for me to call you Master, Sir.” “Good! Now lets get our leathers on, get downstairs, so your weekend Master can tear off a piece of his slaves butt! Hell, I’ll even tear off a piece for you if you like! ” “Could you make it two, Sir?” “Hungry Huh? Me too!” “Come on slave-boy, let’s get you fucked!” End Part V~ Waddie Greywolf
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