The Ties That Bind IV

By Waddie Greywolf

IV~THE DIE IS CAST

T’was brillig by the slithy troves,

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe;

All mimsy were the borogroves,

And the mome raths outgrabe~

from Beware the Jabberwock~

Lewis Carroll

We got so drunk that night I don’t remember much. I do remember being carried from room to room impaled on a Giants’ cock like a backward papoose. Master Jeb thought it would be great fun, after I had made a slut of myself by impaling my butt on the Giants’ cock, to bind us together. He took strips of old inner tubes that had been cut down to three inch strips and stretched them over and around Big Jim and me. People do the damndest things when they drink, especially with a little killer weed! The strips were just the right diameter to keep us together but had enough stretch to allow some movement. The more strips he stretched around us the more comfortable it became and the happier my hole became. I know there was a silly grin on the other one! There were two rings on either side of my harness. Master Jeb tied a soft cotton rope to one side, looped it over the Giants’ shoulders and back around to the other side of my harness. It was like the harness became a swing and the Giant became my tree who’s massive root was growing

deep with in my red earth. Master Jeb was obsessed with his momentary kinky creative powers. The design was practical

and functional, as well as elegant. Master Jeb crossed my

boots behind the Giants’ waist and tied them there so they

wouldn’t come unlocked nor fall lower than they’re optimal

position to cause my ass to be firmly shunted to the base

of Master Jim’s shaft.

It allowed a great deal of movement and control for Master Jim. He put on a show for Master Jeb after he finished his clever bonding work. He showed him how easy it was to fuck their new trainee with his wondrous new reverse-papoose- ambulatory-slave-boy-fuck-machine. He only had to walk! The give of the rubber and being totally impaled on his huge cock, Big Jim could fuck me non-stop simply by moving from room to room. It was as if I had climbed aboard the hottest stallion on the merry-go-round and instead of riding in the saddle someone had pulled me onto its’ cock underneath and tied me there. (I always was a strange child!) How did it feel? Not too shabby! Pretty damn good, thank you very much!! I had my arms locked around Big Jim’s neck and my

head pressed against the bear fur of his panoramic chest. My mouth was just the right height to suck his huge brown nipples. I went crazy sucking the flavors from his tits. I felt like Maggie Simpson with a new pacifier! I remember being carried down to the basement and Master Jim laying us down on the leather covered futon making sweet love to me as he fucked me slow and tenderly. He invited Master Jeb down to watch. My soon to be new owner brought his beer, took his pants off, sat down in an overstuff chair, and began to play with his huge fat cock as he watched the show. He seemed to have no problem with us pairing off but I felt guilty. I thought he should share a greater part. I kept suggesting Big Jim might consider letting Master Jeb fuck me for a while; however, we never could have gotten out of the rubber-rope harness. Master Jeb assured me he would have his time with me and he was enjoying the show. I begged him to let me have his come as he began to jack off. He was generous enough to let me suck it out of him just as it was coming up through his fat cock. I barely got my mouth around it to give it a couple of good sucks and my new owner exploded in my mouth so hard it hit the back of my throat! He tasted wonderful and I saved some to roll around in my mouth to get the full essence of it like a good wine taster might. He kept letting me suck on his cock and I began to pray I was going to get a chaser. My prayer was answered as he gave me a couple of mouths full of his wonderfully flavored recycled beer piss. It excited me so much with Big Jim fucking me with long slow deep strokes and Master Jeb’s big dick exploding in my mouth, drinking his recycled beer, that I came, and came, and came again. Master Jim felt it as my ass spasmed three times while he was taking a long slow inward stroke. I continued to suck on the big head of Master Jeb’s cock as he rubbed my head and Big Jim spoke in a lilting voice,

“Je-eb?” Master Jim queried Jeb.

“Yes, big friend?”

“I feel warm and sticky around my stomach area.”

“Oh really?! That’s possible.” Jeb replied winking at me. He knew what had happened.

“Well my cock is sheathed by a beautiful young slave boys’ hot little pussy and I know I didn’t shoot!” He began to play with Jeb for my benefit. I just sucked harder like I was oblivious to their developing conversation.

“Your point being?” Jeb led him on.

“Is there something about our new little slave boy that I don’t know and perhaps should?”

“Could you be referring to the unusual fact that he’s

able to come while being fucked?” Master Jeb giggled and leaned over to kiss me on the for head.

“Why am I always the last to be told these things?” Big Jim wailed mockingly.

“Maybe it’s because when you fucked the shit out’a him the last time he was here you ordered him not too come and never found out!” He nailed Big Jim to the wall.

“Well I can’t fault him for following my orders. And I can’t

fault him now! We’ve had a lot to drink and I’ve been

fucking him now for three hours. But I’m not gonn’a

stop fucking him just because he came. Tightened

him up a bit.”

“Master Jim?” I said in a drunken slur.

“Yes, slave boy!” He said trying to make his voice ominous.

“I’m so sorry I came without permission. I will gladly accept

any punishment you feel necessary. But you felt so damn good and Master Jebs’ come and piss tasted so good I felt so warm and useful having both holes fed at the same time. I let myself go, wasn’t paying attention and it happened so fast I couldn’t hold it. I realize that’s not a good excuse. No excuse is good enough to justify disobeying your Master. I am

willing to accept any punishment but I beg you, please don’t

deny your slave emptying your big bull balls into my gut this evening. I would consider it the greatest honor to receive your seed in my hole. The perfect ending to a perfect day!

“Jeb’s right slave! You won’t need a great deal of training. “You do know the right words to say. So here is my answer!”

He gently kissed me and kept kissing as he began to increase the urgency of his strokes. I could see Master Jeb in the chair behind Jim giving me a thumbs up and winking

at me. He like to watch Big Jim fuck, Hell, anybody would! His old dick was getting fat again watching. Big Jim switched gears and I was now getting his huge piece of meat slammed into my ass harder and harder, with a steady increasing rhythm and speed.

I renewed my sphincter strength. I clamped down hard on

Big Jim’s cock knowing he wanted to open my hole to

the feeling he needed and he would fuck me meaner, harder and faster until he did. I had enough of the devil still in

me that I wasn’t going to just give it to him. Damn it! I’d been ridin’ his huge shaft for three hours and I felt I deserved a good hard fucking! I got Big Jim’s number the

last time he fucked me so I was going to make damn sure I got fucked good before I gave it up to him. He seemed to reach a plateau of a good steady rhythm pulling almost all

the way out and slamming the entire length into me. Talk about an E ticket ride. No man has ever fucked me

better. He remained at that level for sometime. It was great but I wanted to end the day with a bang, so to speak. He seemed like he had some idea what was happening, wasn’t reeeal sure but continued at one level, it would seem, to wear the pucker out of my hole. I resolved I wanted to be fucked a bit longer and a bit harder so I clamped my ass tighter on his prick. It worked!!. He was going to get what he needed or I was going to have to order a retread for my ass. He shifted gears again and started fucking me mean and hard. The rubber inner tubes would part us then slam us back together in the hardest fuck imaginable. They would return me to the same position each time so Big Jim could get maximum benefit out of each stroke. It was some damn good fucking! Big Jim was going where no man had gone before! It’s what I wanted and I was getting it, all of it, hard, fast and deep. He was doing a bang up job of fucking me and deserved to claim his prize.

“You want it Master?” I spoke softly and respectfully!

“I’m gonn’a take it away from you slave!”

“No Master, I’m gonn’a give it up to you.....Right!.......Now!!”

I relaxed my ass muscle at that moment and felt him increase his stroke. It was what he needed! Now he was fucking the best part of my ass, his part, the sweet part he

had worked for and I was giving it to him.

“This is where we separate the men from the boys my little

fuck-slave! I am your Man fucking my Man and getting my part of his hot, sweet ass! I own that hole slave! Whether you give it up or I take it, I’m always going to get that part of your butt I need, Son!”

“That little ass is mine now slave you’re getting fucked good!

I’m plantin’ my flag in you pussy Right!!........NOW!!”

He was so damned hot I shot the second time screaming,

“I can’t hold it Master I’m SORRY!!!” I don’t even think he heard me. He had gone off into his world of climax. His eyes were closed as he threw back his big head. Saliva started flowing from his open mouth while shaking his head from side to side like a wild animal. I was soaked in his spit and body sweat and felt myself spinning in a vortex, falling deeper and deeper in love with this wild animal. Beauty and the Beast! Now I know what she saw in the Beast. If he was anything like Big Jim no wonder she wanted her beast back when she awoke one morning next to a beautiful fey prince. Poor thing, she probably screamed at the top of her voice when she realized, “My God! I’ll never get fucked like that again!” And she immediately started running through the Palace looking for a razor blade. Once you’ve been fucked by a man that lets the animal within him come through in his sex you can never go back to polite sex. Poor Beauty! I know how she felt!

Master Jim collapsed on top of me and rolled us to lie on our sides as I kissed around his face thanking him for the best fucking and how proud and honored to have his load in my gut. He grumbled something about fucking slave boy three steps ahead controlling a Master, harrummpp! and things to work out as he drifted off to sleep from the dimi mort of climax. I didn’t have much choice either and I was glad!! I got to lay all night and sleep, locked in the arms of this wild animal with his savage fuck pole safely locked away in my slammer. I awoke a few times and took a couple of good strokes on it, wiggled my boy butt down to the base, and drifted off to sleep again. Big Jim would pull me close in his big arms and kiss me on top of my head. The last thing I remember was a tender kiss from Master Jeb as he left for bed and whispered, “Bull Dog Butch the Giant killer! You’re a piece of work boy and you are so welcome to our world. Sleep well in the arms of the gentle Giant!”

“I Love you Master Jeb!”

“I believe you Son and whether you know it or not you are teaching this old man to learn to love again. Thank you for that! Goodnight, my beautiful new slave boy!”

“G’nite Master Jeb.”

Master Jim and I slept locked together in Master Jeb’s impromptu harness. Master Jim would move and I had no option but to move with him. I woke up once lying on the Giants’ chest on a soft bed of Bear fur and lay my head back down to be lulled back into a peaceful sleep by the rhythm of his big heart. I was lost! I had sunk beneath the surface for the third time from which there was no recovery. I wasn’t kidding myself, I knew he would rip his own heart out and see me sold at auction rather that tell his feelings to his friend. So much for my plans of playing it cool. Here we were bound together for the night. Close enough to breathe each others breath. Was Master Jeb trying to tell us something by tying us together? Big Jim was sharp enough to think about it but never questioned Jeb. I began to see that he was as much in love with me as I was with him. Actions speak louder than words. Since my return to Mt. Washington, as gruff as he tried to be I would just look at him without a word and this funny little smile would work its’ way across his incredibly ugly, misshapen, ruggedly handsome, Goddamn drop dead wonderfully masculine face. He was the kind of man that had no concept of his own attraction and would not bother to listen to someone describe him as good looking. Words like that were meaningless to him, not because he was stupid, but because he had always depended on his size to be a drawing card and an effective tool at intimidating folks to see things his way. It also kept people at a distance. He didn’t have to be good or bad looking he just was, the Giant. He chose very few people to share his private thoughts and even fewer into his world. Only two men knew very much about Big Jim. His past was a mystery to all but one and that was Jeb. He did not and could not intimidate me, which sent him in conflicting orbits. He wanted to control me but knew it was not going to be easy. Every old trick he tried was meeting with failure. His size would make most slaves and a lot of Masters cringe at the rifle snap of his huge fingers. I obeyed him and tried to do all he asked without hesitation but down deep inside he felt that it was only because I was falling so deeply in love with him that I gave into most of his games. What he didn’t know and was the key to his most puzzling conundrum was that I already WAS his slave and he didn’t have to do anything to win that battle. He was the victor! He had won! Just like Vincengeterix I lost to win! I had conceded to him my slaves’ soul. He already owned it! I had in all good faith given my heart to Master Jeb for training. My heart is my faith, my trust, my confidence, and my joy in life and others. All Big Jim had to do was ask! It was his job to find out, not mine to take a funnel and pour it in his ear! My job, as I saw it, the battle won, was to let him find his way to become my King! He was ever more fascinated by little things he was finding out about me. Every time he felt he had me figured out, all programed macros in place and working, something would occur that would reset his computer to default. He admitted to Jeb after that weekend if he had not made that promise to him he would be in over his head. There are some waters deep enough to drown even a Giant! I began to realize that he too was suffering as much as me. He was still firm in his resolve but I was becoming less threatened by it and that threw him too. My own bull headed resolve was that I had made the right decision to enter training under Master Jeb. Big Jim secretly felt if I truly cared about him I would be begging him to reconsider and just talk to Jeb. I didn’t! I just acted like I fully understood that I would be sold, case closed! I offered him no comfort, other than to serve him unquestioningly! That threw him too! If I was in love with him, as much as he felt then, I should be pouty, resentful, and slow to do his bidding. I wasn’t! I served him with good humor and love! If he wouldn’t talk about what was happening between us then I damn sure wasn’t either. I refused to be a sniveling slave boy begging him for his love. I may be a slave in all its’ meaning and purpose but I was also a human being with fears, hopes, desires, fantasies, and needs. You can’t breed that out of dogs and you damn sure won’t find a switch on the back of a slave to turn those things off. They are default settings put there by a computer programmer much higher than you or I. I will become the best of slaves! If you become my Master you will be served by me like no other! I may even feel comfortable enough, learn to care about you enough, to give you my heart. But no man will ever own my soul unless I choose to give it. As a Master you can order a slave to do your will. You have choices to be cold, rejecting, debasing, unjustly punish, humiliate, or break you word, to your slave. You can break his spirit and play havoc with his soul, but what do you end up with? A fawning, frightened, insecure, guilt ridden, untrustworthy, subhuman mirror of your on insecurities. Or you can be a Master that leads by example in the truest sense of the definition of the word! A Master is a teacher or one who exhibits strong influence or control in shaping another’s life. You can be as strict a disciplinarian as you wish, it will do him good, a well-disciplined slave is a happy slave! It says to him you care enough to shape him into a better person! You may remain aloof but you must ultimately care for or even love him. You do not have to be demonstrative or overly emotional with care or love! If you choose to once in a while it will only bond him stronger to you. He will know by the way you care for him and your pride in his development. Anyone can beat a dog and it will still come back! You’re all he has and you do provide some sense of belonging no matter how small. But a well trained dog, well disciplined, does not need you fawning over him. He knows you care about him and love him by the way you care for him. Can you do less to give your slave, a human pet, what he needs and invest the time and effort to produce something you will be proud to own? What then did I want from Big Jim and does a slave have a right to even expect anything? Even a dog learns to expect certain things from his owner. If you don’t want an animal to expect things don’t set precedents! I only wanted Master Jim to TRY for a love he knew existed. As a new, untrained slave it was not my place! But he wouldn’t try! Even to have made an effort and failed would have at least been justification for wanting me to love him!

We lay together the next morning still entwined like La Cocoon the great Italian sculpture of the Father and his Sons entwined with a giant snake. (Try one up your butt all night!) No complaints! Every Gay slave should experience it at least once! My Master woke before me. I was laying on his massive hairy chest and he started playing with my hair to gently wake me. He felt like shit and so did I but

he struggled to see the humor in our predicament.

“If I didn’t know better I might think Jeb planned this!”

“Oh, I don’t think so Master.”

“You Love Jeb. You would stick up for him.” He kidded me.

“Yes I do, Master Jim! He’s a good man!”

“Yeah, he is, Kid! He’s been damn good to me!”

“Well I guess we’ll just haf’ta wait for him to wake up to

get out of this infernal contraption. Damn! It seemed like such a good idea last night!”

“It was a great idea. Still is!” I said as I wiggled my butt

back down on his shaft. I felt it starting to grow inside me.

“Butch, I gotta piss like a race horse!” the Giant spoke.

“Since when does a Master need permission to empty into

his slaves’ butt?” I yanked Big Jims’ chain.

“Oh Yeah! Me Master! You slave! Thanks for reminding me

boy!” And he kissed me good morning as he let it go inside me. I’m glad he was getting erect again as it made a bigger

stopper for my ass. The more I bit down on his dick so it wouldn’t leak, the harder he became.

Thank God Master Jeb came down the stairs to the Dungeon

about that time and released us from our bonds. He had

appropriately loaded on the stereo the chorus,”Let us break their bonds asunder” from Handels’ Messiah!, his not too subtle humor was not lost on Big Jim and I. Some jokes are unforgivable! We all had a good laugh which didn’t do much for our heads. We were finally free and Master Jim picked me up and carried me to the shower area in the Dungeon and gently pulled out. I didn’t leak a drop and made one giant leap for the toilet where I proceeded to give way much Giant piss.

I found myself transferring a lot of my affection and need to serve to Master Jeb whom I sensed deeply needed the services of an empathetic slave boy, that is, when I could keep my mouth off of Big Jims’ boots! Big Jim accused me of loving his boots more than him and made the mistake of asking me. I told him if he cared about me not to ever stop wearing them. He looked confused, then hurt, then threw back his head roaring with laughter, knowing I was yanking his chain, and said, “Damn you Bull Dog! Your gonn’a be the death of this old Giant yet!.”

I had several opportunities to be alone with Master Jeb. over the weekend. We were on a new level of communication. I would sit at his feet and discuss things about the coming period of training. I would often grab him around his legs, lay my head on his knee and he would rub my head to assure me of his sincerely. I had few concerns and told him things I specifically requested he not share with Big Jim. I explained that while I knew they were the closest of friends, brothers even, I would appreciate the ability to tell him some things in confidence. He seemed almost relieved that I had

ask that bond of him and assured me it would be so. I asked him if he had known about the harness and plug and he said no! “I’m not complaining Master Jeb, but that wasn’t my original contract with you!”

“Yes Son! But I did place you under Jim’s control so he

had that right as your temporary Master.”

“I’m just trying to understand Master Jeb.”

“Nothing wrong with that. It would seem from what you’ve told me it didn’t do him much good.” He laughed.

“No Sir, but I want you to understand if I request him to leave it own. While I’ll be doing it to please him, I have my own reasons I don’t want to say more about right now.”

“I can’t expect you to reveal everything in your heart right

away Son. I’m truly pleased at the progress you’ve made this week. I think you’ve slain some personal dragons.”

“Master Jeb?”

“Yes slave boy.”

“I like it when you call me that but what I wanted to say

is, I wasn’t so drunk last night that I don’t remember what I told you before you said goodnight and I meant it!”

He bend over and kissed the top of my head.

“I know and we will grow closer in time and on my part

I welcome it. I may never tell you Son that I love you but

you WILL know.”

“I understand Master!”

“By the way, Big Jim was a little disturbed by Officer Earl

D.s’ attention to you. Officer Shaw is a fine Master. One of

the best! He lost his slave three years ago and hasn’t had the

heart to take another. I told him when the time was right

he would have the right slave boy drop into his life unexpectedly. From his interest in you, I think he believed me! What is the mathematical probability of your meeting being a chance occurrence?”

“Don’t know Sir but I agree he was a damn fine looking

man!”

“I couldn’t help notice he gave you his card. You wann’a

tell me about it?”

I described in detail our encounter and my faux pax blurting out my request to clean his boots. He asked me to call and set up an appointment to come over and clean ‘em for him! He asked me to wear my leathers.”

“You going to?” Master Jeb asked.

“I don’t know Sir. Do you think I should? I won’t if you

don’t want me to or it’s not proper etiquette. But he did

do me a favor and I feel I owe him that much!”

“Indeed you do slave! I would encourage you to but let’s

keep it between us, O.K.? Officer Shaw is one hell of a good solid man and is well thought of in our community. His last slave was killed in a plane crash going back to visit his parents in some small jerk water town that only had commuter flights connecting to the main terminal in Atlanta. Rainy, stormy night the little two prop plane went down. No survivors. Tough! Earl D. damn near went crazy! We had to have someone with him round the clock for about six weeks and he started pulling out of it! Talk about a Master/slave bond! You could do worse than Earl D. Has a dick to make most men cry with envy. Bigger’n me boy!! He’s originally from Louisiana bayou country. Half Cajun! Dark olive skin and lavender eyes. The most startling eyes you ever looked into.”

“He had his sunglasses on the whole time I was with him.”

“Yeah, that’s part of his persona. Makes him look bad.!”

“No argument there! He was baaaad!” we both laughed

“Well if you think it’ll be alright I’ll give him a call. He

probably won’t remember me.”

“Are you kidding, he wanted me to contact him when you

were put on the market. He may be interested in buying

you! Yes, you call and be on your best behavior. He’s a

stickler for slave manners. He’s hard, demanding, (more for

his slaves betterment) and pretty rough in the dungeon. But

he’s sane and doesn’t take a slave further than he knows he

can go. Damn right! Give him a call! Be good for the both of you. I’ve heard rumors from the group he hasn’t been with anyone since his slave Wes was killed.”

“I will Master Jeb!”

“And I want a full report!” Master Jeb said demandingly.

“And you shall have it, Sir!” I said curtly and we laughed again.

“We’ve enjoyed having you this weekend and your welcome

every weekend until your thirty days are up. I’ll understand if you can’t. You may be busy getting rid of stuff. Now! Your not going to change your mind are you?”

“Master Jeb, do you doubt me?”

“O. K.! Even an old Master can say something stupid!”

“You’re not old! Your prime to me!” He started laughing

“You know? You just may kill that Giant yet!” and we both

fell out laughing. I walked over to the sofa and got something out of my saddle bags and handed it to him.

“What’s this?” Master Jeb said looking at the wooden box.

It was a small wooden box that had I had wired the top to the bottom and sealed it with melted plastic and a ring stamp with my initials. You had to break the seal and undo the wire to get it open. It had a small hasp and lock as well.

“May I leave this in your care.”

“Of course Son, what’s in it?”

“Will you trust me to tell you it is nothing that might cause trouble, like dope. It is just some personal papers and

stuff about my past that isn’t particularly bad, I just don’t want anyone to know about. If anything should happen to me

you have my permission to open it. There are two documents that are signed by me and notarized. One is Power of Attorney and the other is Medical Power of Attorney if I should need a medical decision made and I am unable. I don’t want my family involved. You decide the disposition of the rest of the contents, give them away, or keep them for yourself if you want them!”

“No problem Son. I must have fifteen or twenty trunks in

the attic with slaves’ names on them. We’ll get one for you

and you can store some stuff here. It will always be

available to you. You’ll want to keep your leathers. Some Masters may want you to wear them, some won’t. Some will

want you nude in private all the time but might let you wear

them out. While you’re here you’ll be just like you are now! I’m a dirty old man and like to look at your hot little butch bottom body. And after you work out with Jim for six months you won’t recognize yourself in the mirror.”

Then I told Master Jeb about Jake. My Dad. I told him how

it had all come about and I thought Master Jeb was going

to bust a gut laughing so hard at my retelling of how Jake fucked me with his big boot not knowing I had that big plug in my butt. Master Jeb said I know you’re not lying because

it’s too bizarre not to be true. Then he laughed again. I told him about my concerns, not for me but for Jake and how my leaving work might affect him.

“Well, you know Son, you don’t have to cut him off.”

“How’s that Sir?”

“Well he thinks you have this Daddy that keeps that harness

on you and that plug in your ass. Well it’s the truth! Now

you do! You could introduce me as your Daddy! He’s certainly welcome to come over here and use you if he wants”

“Damn! That would be great! He said he’d like to meet my

Daddy. But then my Daddy was a fantasy of Big Jim. I had

to create some story for wearing the harness and plug!”

“I think you were thinking on your feet and you did well to

protect his feelings. That couldn’t be bad! Do you enjoy him

fucking you?”

“Woah!!Yes Sir! In a way, Master Jeb, he’s become the father I never had and I love him. Not as a Master but as family! Oh hell, I’m not making sense!”

“Yes you are! You’re making a hell of a lot of sense. It’s unbelievable the difference in your thought processes from last Friday evening to this weekend! You’ve come far Son! You seem more at peace with yourself.”

“I hope so Master Jeb. My existence depends on it!”

“I’m not sure I understand Son”

“Not important Master!” I said as I grabbed him around his legs and squeezed.

It was Sunday afternoon late and my time on Mount Washington was coming to an end. Master Jim had been gone for a while and when he returned Master Jeb told him

that he had decided that I was to continue wearing the harness and plug. It would be good pre-training for me.

I didn’t want to leave and almost cried as I hugged both

Master Jim and Jeb. How had these two men become so

important to my life in a little over one weeks time? Master Jeb slipped me a key to the lock on the harness with

orders not to use it unless someone who’s boots I might

happen to be cleaning wishes to remove it. Wink-wink!

I assured him I wouldn’t. Big Jim was affectionate and

kissed me goodbye! He again saw me to my bike and I

was on top of the situation this time and in good spirits.

I knew I would be seeing him again next weekend and

my heart was not so heavy. I also had formed a comradery with Master Jeb that helped buffer my frustrations. I did have a fleeting moment I suppressed to throw my self at his feet and eat those damned boots one more time before I drove away. I was better now. Things began to take on new

perspectives for me and everything was not as urgent as

it once had been. I felt strange to drive away from people

and a lifestyle I was beginning to think of as normal and

heading back to the crazy world of my everyday life.

PART II~

Descent Into The Valley of Smoke

“Anyone lived in a pretty how town,

with up so floating many bells down

he sang his didn’t he danced his did”

e. e. cummings

L.A. has always had a smog problem. Always! Even

before the white man! During the late summer the valley

was know by the Indians to have massive brush fires

covering the valley basin with smoke. The name they had for the area meant ‘Valley of smoke.’ Mt. Washington

was a little higher elevation and missed some of the

smog. Coming down off the mountain I descended into

a brownish thick air that burned my eyes and hurt

my throat. This shit couldn’t be good for you!

I got home, read my mail, fed the cat and threw

my clothes off to relax. Reached for the phone and

dialed Mt. Washington. Master Jeb answered.

“Master Jeb?”

“You alright Son?”

“Oh Yes Sir! I just got in and started to relax but I just

wanted to call and thank you for my extension Friday. In

the confusion I may have forgotten to thank you! I also

wanted to thank you for the weekend and to let you know

I already miss you!”

“Damn Son! What’a ya trying to do? Rip this old mans’

heart out?” Master Jeb said laughing.

“I want you to start thinking of this place as your

home and you are welcome here anytime! If you want to drive up for an evening. Come on! If you can we’d love to have you back next weekend. I think you did thank me but after you told me why you needed the extension I felt it certainly was for a good reason. You couldn’t just leave your Dad when he needed you. You tell him you spoke with your Daddy and he gets back next week and is looking forward to meeting the good man who was thoughtful enough to help keep my little boy satisfied. Tell him I said he’d be doing me a great favor to make sure you’re well fucked! And by the way, I miss you too. You have a good week Son and let us hear from you!”

“I will, Master Jeb, Goodnight.”

Master Jeb was quickly becoming family. Much like Jake.

I felt a deep affection for him growing day by day.

I thought about how much notice I should give Sam at work.

I didn’t want to let anyone know yet. Two weeks is standard. I’ll notify them on the fifteenth. I didn’t want to have to dodge Jake’s natural curiosity for more than two weeks as to why and where I was going. He knew me well enough by now to tell if I was blowing smoke up his ass. I was afraid of what the news might do to him. He had grown to depend on me at work to bring his spirits up, to do the good fellows bit, and lately to do clean up jobs the other mechanics had fucked up. I decided I would tell Jake first, the Friday before telling Sam the following Monday. I had bought heavily into stock options the company offered and had to find out whether they should be cashed or held on to. I was making way more money than I needed to live on and had managed to build up a pretty nice savings account thinking that later I might want to buy a home. I had eighteen thousand in savings. I kept more money in my checking account than I should. I would deposit my pay checks to checking and then when it became a high balance would move funds to savings. Hell, I hadn’t done that

in a while and had eight thousand in there. Then there was

the long term account I took out when in Nam and added my severance pay to it. Some clerk somewhere screwed up

and I got extended on my first tour of duty eighteen months.

The regs stated ONLY RA & RN (regular army & regular navy) were to be extended. I was drafted which made me a reservist. They extended me anyway! Well, when I got out some sharp yeoman/disbursing clerk (Corpsman are always Navy personnel) caught the error and the regs stated if any man was retained in the military due to error, then the government had the responsibility to pay him compensatory what he would be making on the outside for that period of time in regard to his education level. Well, I had just received an M.A. the same day I was drafted. They had to pay me twenty three thousand dollars American when I got out. That was a lot of money in 1965. I sunk all but three thousand in a long term interest bearing account. So I had total money assets of close to fifty thousand. Sweet! Tender! That certainly would be enough to start over again if necessary. I had also been collecting rare coins and had about three thousand invested there. I decided to hang on the the coins and put them in the trunk. That evening I began making a neat pile in the corner of things I absolutely could not part with. It was to be no bigger than I though a trunk might hold. There really wasn’t that much. I didn’t have a lot of “things.”

The only other thing I had to think of getting rid of was

my bike Pegasus. A 1970 BSA Mark III with dual carbs.

Well, I knew what I was going to do with it. Jake had

admired it and helped me work on it in the shop when things were slow. I bought a complete set of Wentworth

tools to work on it. British didn’t use SAE nor Metric. They

had their own standard called Wentworth. Go figure? Jake would never be able to buy a bike for himself because of his family. There was never enough money for everything they needed. Maybe that would cushion the blow of me leaving. I wanted Jake to have it! Hell, it ought’a be good for at least a couple more fucks! I thought laughing to myself. God! I forgot about my tools. I had a small fortune invested in mechanics’ tools. I had bought a lot of single purpose tools. Well, I have to take that one up with Master Jeb. Surely some Master might want a competent mechanic for a slave boy. Not only could I suck ‘em off I could lube their crankcase and adjust their linkage! Ha! I was pleased with my joke! I though to myself more seriously, “Wouldn’t that

be a selling point! Needed Master Jeb’s counsel. At least I

now had a workable plan. I would be fine. I was growing

stronger in my conviction that I was doing the right thing

and fear seemed to be diminishing by inverse proportion.

Part III~Nine to Five

“She works hard for the money”

Tina Turner

I looked forward to work Monday morning. I even got up

early and got my act together. Thought I’d surprise Jake

an get there early, maybe I could give him a hand. Fed

Pussleene and headed out the door. Damn I was gonn’a be

thirty minutes early. Sam would faint. I had the reputation

of getting to my bay ten minutes before work started. Hell,

didn’t take me that long to get my tools out. Those other clowns’ud stand around eat’n doughnuts and drinking coffee.

Jake was surprised to see me early and hadn’t gotten all

the assignment sheets completed. He couldn’t type and was

going to have to wait ‘til the secretary got there. I grabbed

them out of his hand and said follow me. I knocked ‘em

out on the shop typewriter in ten minutes. Dad was pleased!

“You saved my butt, Kid” Jake said to me.

“Then we’re even Dad?”

“What do you mean?”

“You saved mine the other night! If you hadn’t done for me

what you did I’m sure the damned thing would have fallen

off” Jake laughed so hard he had to get a drink of water.

“By the By Dad! I spoke to my Daddy over the weekend

and said to tell you how much he appreciated you standing

in for him and really wanted to meet you when he gets back

next week. He also wanted to know if you’d mine helping out this week?”

“Hell no Kid! Be happy too! He really said that huh?

“Swear to God! Dad.”

“Damn!, I’ll look forward to meeting him too!”

“O.K. Kid! Let’s march your ass back to your bay for inspection! You old man would want me looking out for you!”

“You’re the best, Dad!”

Monday breezed by! Jake didn’t say anything about stopping by and had to stay late for some reason. I got home and

was having a beer and my phone rang.

“Hello!”

“Hello! Is this Andrew Beaureguard James Jr.”

“Yes Sir! This is Beau.”

“This is Officer Earl D. Shaw calling.”

“Thank you for calling Sir. I was going to call

you tomorrow.”

“You were huh?”

“Yes Sir! Master!” I thought I’d see what response I got!

“I appreciate your respect Son but call me Office Earl D. or

Officer Shaw for right now! I haven’t been called that for

a long time. Perhaps you might understand?”

“I do Sir! Officer Shaw it is!”

“Thanks Son! Now about that job you were going to do for

me when do you think you’d be available.”

“Officer Shaw, what you did for me, I’ll make myself available at your convenience, Sir!”

“How about being in my driveway on your bike this Friday four thirty sharp!”

I thought, Hell, I don’t get off ’till four thirty. I could get off an hour early Friday. I never ask for time off and Sam

owes me a couple.

“I’ll be there Sir! Four thirty Friday! Sharp!”

“Wear your leathers Son!”

“Yes Sir I haven’t forgotten!”

“Good! Look forward to seeing you then!”

“Me too Officer Shaw, Bye!”

Damn I had a date with one of the hottest motorcycle

Officers I had ever seen. I must be doing something right.

Thank’ya Jay-zus! Gotta’ call Master Jeb!”

The week flew by! I asked Sam if I could knock off an

hour early on Friday I had something I needed to take care

of. I had come in thirty five minutes early Tuesday morning

and helped Dad again. Sam said sure!

True to his word Dad dropped by Wednesday afternoon

and threw a really memorable fuck into me. Shit it was so good I should’a erected bleachers and sold tickets! Told me

if he was now an official stand in he wanted to make damn sure it took and lasted for at least three days. Talk about imprinting/conditioning! Snapped his fingers at me and just pointed to his boots! Then snapped them again and pointed to the soles. Damn he was getting cocky. He loved it and so did I. After all, you gotta’ expect a little discipline from your old man!

Part IV ~ Officer Earl D. Shaw ~ L.A.’s Finest

“Come with me, don’t turn to look, become

mine and I will show you the physical

pleasures of paradise that only one man

may show another.” ~ Mephistopheles to Faust

Officer Shaw didn’t live to far from my apartment. Good thing! By the time I left work, got home, showered, shaved,

fed puss, pulled my leathers on it was damn near four o’clock. I had already checked out the address the night before so I wouldn’t have to search. I was in Officer Shaw’s driveway at exactly four twenty nine and he rode up on

his Cop bike right behind me. He showed me where to park my bike and slowly got off his. I remember the way he

swaggered up to me on the lake and my dick started growing

in its cage. He took his sunglasses off with his helmet and

I got the first look at his eyes. Holy shit! They were a

dark startling violet color. Almost purple! I couldn’t stop

looking into them and sensed a deep sadness. His dark skin

and Jet Black hair & mustache accented the almost other

world eeriness of his eyes.

“Forgive me, Officer Shaw!”

“That’s alright Son. Don’t be uncomfortable. You’ll get use

to them.” And he smiled the warmest smile with a mouth

filled with perfect teeth. He was drop dead fucking gorgeous.

He wasn’t a pretty man. There was nothing about him that

you could even equate to pretty. He was just a hyper-masculine, handsome son of a bitch!

“Come on in Son.”He invited.

“Thank you Sir.”

“Can I get you something to drink?”

“A beer if you have it Sir”

“Have you had any training Son?”

“Not yet Sir!”

“Who taught you to say, “Sir” every time you speak to me?”

“I’m from the South, Sir! I had manners beat into me as a Kid”

“Well that’s good and bad! I would have loved to have done that for you!” he smiled wryly.

“Sorry Sir.” I replied. He laughed as he handed me the beer.

“See that hall there?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Take your beer and walk down that hall. First door on

the left is a small bedroom. Go in there and take off all your clothes, leave them across the bed and come back in here. Don’t make me send you back because of modesty. I have no time for that! If you’re wearing any sexual devices leave them on for right now, Understand Son?”

“Yes Sir! Thank you Sir!” I took my beer and walked off

down the hall to the small bedroom. His house was the highest point in Silverlake and was tri-level. It was beautiful

and showed expensive taste. I slowly took off my clothes neatly arranged them in piles on the bed. I wondered what

his reaction would be when he saw the harness and cage, to

say nothing of the plug up my butt. I was down to the harness and plug, grabbed my beer and headed back into

the other room. He didn’t even look up from what he was doing in the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of half glasses

to see. I put my beer on the bar and stood at parade rest. He looked up at me and smiled that warm smile and looked at me briefly.

“Turn around please!” I obeyed immediately. And stood at

parade rest again. He wiped his hand off with a towel ran

some water on them and wiped them again. He walked up

behind me and began to feel the plug in my ass.

“Push back please.” I pushed back hard with my ass as he firmly held the plug in place.”

“O.K. That’s good!”

“Did Master Jeb put that restraint on you?”

“No Sir! Officer Shaw. Master Jim.”

“Does he have the only key?”

“No Sir, I have one.”

“And why do you have one Son!”

“Master Jeb gave it to me in case I came to see you and

you might wish to remove it, Officer Shaw! I can’t

remove it Sir!”

“Bring me the key, please.” I thought it strange he was saying please to me after each command. I would have done

what he ask if he followed everything with ‘shit head’.

Saying please was in a way kinda mysterious and ominous.

I brought him the key. He unlocked the restraint and gently

lifted it away from me not failing to notice my dick was getting hard. He sat the harness aside and walked back to the kitchen.

“I’ve ordered dinner for us. It will be here in a short while.”

“Now Son, I don’t mean to be so mysterious but believe it or

not I am an almost pathologically shy person and it takes me a while to get up and going with a person. I’m alright with groups on a social basis or work but I have a hell of a time one on one until I get to know someone. However, to have you nude makes it a little easier for me. Beside you emanate an empathetic warmth that could charm a cobra out of it’s fangs” I just looked into those sad eyes and felt deep pain.

Tears came rolling down my cheeks from the massive hurt

I instantly sensed! I swear to Judas, I was not crying! It was

as if his pain was immediately transferred to my tear ducts! I know, I know! It sounds weird but it happened and I was

somewhat embarrassed. What must he think? What the hell was the matter with me?

He came over to me and put his hand on my shoulder and I followed my heart like Master Jeb told me to.

“Officer Shaw, I’m embarrassed! I am not crying!” I said with unwavering voice. “I don’t know what’s going on or why the waterworks. What must you think! Please accept my apology! Please Sir, forgive me!” I looked into his eyes. Again the pain hit me and my knees almost buckled.

“Oh God!” I said in anguish, “Please Master, put your arms around me.” He didn’t even hesitate. He encased me in a bear hug and I slowly put mine around him. Holding me tightly he asked,“Am I that strange Son? Are you frightened?”

“No Office Shaw! I can’t explain it! I’m sorry I slipped

and called you Master.”

He just held me tighter, brushed his lips behind my ear and tried to calm me,

“Sshhhhuu......it’s alright! You’er safe! I was wrong! I forgot

your needs. A good Master wouldn’t do that! I would be pleased for you to call me Master if you need to!”

“I do, Master, from the bottom of my heart! Not only for me but for you as well.” He looked at me puzzled then said,

“I accept that! I have not had anyone to my home in three

years. You are the first and it is meet that you should call

me Master. I believe we live our lives as free agents; however, there are some things we have no control over. Just

as I had no control over inviting you here tonight. It was

the right thing for us both. We have come together by an unbelievable chance happening orchestrated by whom or what? I don’t want to pick it to pieces and over look the

simple joy of a Master and Slave, who are obviously taken

with each other, come together! Someone or something saw to

that! If it will help I can order you to be comfortable with me?!” He laughed.

“Please, do! Master, I don’t mean to be presumptuous but

the someone or something has told me to tell you!”

“I’m not sure why but I believe you! Listen to my voice

very closely slave! From this moment you will not feel

uncomfortable nor have any fear of me or our joining this

evening! Do you understand what I’ve said slave!”

“Yes, and thank you Master Earl D.”

From that moment on I was not uncomfortable with him and he opened to me like a revelation. We talked as he prepared a small salad for each of us. I offered to help but he refused. Dinner came, he got me another beer from the fridg,

and we sat down to eat. He had ordered good Italian food and the salad made it perfect.

We talked about everything from my decision to enter training to how and why he thought he became a Master. He had seen the scars on my body and asked if I would talked about them.

“I would not like to but I will if you insist. There’s not that much to tell. I was young, idealistic, believed in my country, went to Nam, got shot and sent home.”

“I’m not looking for a cheap thrills from someone’s war stories. Your ‘someone’ or ‘something’ told me to ask. There is much more to your story, isn’t there Son?”

“Yes Master, please, I beg you, don’t ask me to go there this evening. I keep it tied behind my back pretty tight. It only

bothers me in the wee small hours of the night when I wake up feeling lost and alone. I wake myself screaming. Everyone

has nightmares!” I said quietly looking down at my boots. He was still dressed in his uniform with badge and gun.

“May I ask you a question, Master?:

“Sure Son! What is it?”

“When you come home from work, off duty, don’t you

change into something comfortable?”

“Usually! But I’m still wearing my uniform for you. You did say you would clean my boots for me or did I misunderstand?”

“Oh God! No Master! You know I meant every word! I can be dense sometime. It’s wonderful. It’s every Gay mans dream, especially in the S&M Leather crowd to clean

a Cops’ boots. I never considered you might be keeping your

uniform on for my benefit. I’m...I’m........I’m I don’t know what I want to say! I’m sorry, usually I’m more together.”

“Son, I think we share certain fears. I see myself in you.” then he did a funny Groucho routine to lighten the mood, “And play your cards right or say the secret word you’ll have a lot more of me in you!!” “Seriously, I understand!”

“You’re here at my request. You won’t be asked to do anything you don’t want to do. I just wanted you to get something you might like to take with you from your visit! ” He began to clear the table and I immediately got up and started helping. Walking behind him to the kitchen I couldn’t help but get a good look at his Police Officer swagger. It

was powerful, self assured and intimidating. I spoke to him,

“Officer Shaw your have the sexiest walk I’ve seen in a long

time. When I saw you get off your bike and walked toward me in my rear view mirror I damn near shot in my levis. Not from fear of a ticket but because of the way you walked.” He laughed and said,

“Oh! You mean like this?” and he did an accentuated parody

of his own walk.

“UUUhhhh....” I didn’t know if I should laugh or shit in my hat! “Well....Yes Sir! Sort of...” He roared with laughter and

I laughed to.

“That’s O.K. Son! They teach us how to dismount our bikes,

take our good time, and how to ‘swagger’ up to the vehicle.

It’s all psychological intimidation!”

“Worked for me!” I said seriously. He just laughed again.

“I’ve done it for so long now it has become part of my

natural walk. Any motorcycle Officer can go to another city and spot another motor Officer in civies by the way he walks. It’s true! I’m not blowing smoke up your ass! They

actually teach us how to walk that way, we practice it

in motor school and receive a grade!”

As Master Jeb said it must be the truth it’s too bizarre not to be.

Officer Shaw was almost as big a man as Master Jeb except

not as heavy. He had a lean powerful body that didn’t have

an ounce of fat. He looked liked he worked out two or three

times a week. He told me of growing up on a Louisiana

bayou. His father was a cajun and his mother a mulatto. Her mother was black but her father was white Irish.

We finished cleaning the kitchen and he turned to me

and said,

“Thanks for the hand. I haven’t had someone in the kitchen

with me in a long time. I had forgotten how pleasant mundane things can be if you have someone to do them with.

“Now! You ready to clean my boots slave?”

“Yes Sir!! I am and thank you for dinner Master.”

“You’re welcome Son. Now wait here for a moment.” I stood

at parade rest to wait for him. He was back quickly and

had something in his hands I didn’t recognize. When he

got closer I noticed it was a collar with spikes coming from

it. He raised it to my throat, placed it around my neck and tightened it where it was made to come together in the back. It had a small dog tag on a small D ring but I couldn’t read the inscription. When he was satisfied it was tight enough for his liking he reached in his back pocket and produced a small lock and locked it. In his other hand he had a dog leash he clipped to the same D ring the dog tag hung from. Then without a word he led me, on the leash, to a bedroom on the floor below. He reached under a cabinet and pressed a button. An entire bookcase swung open to reveal a stairs going down to a sub level. He led me down the stairs into his Dungeon. It was another world. It was arranged like a library. Everything in its’ place. The most remarkable thing about the room was the four 4X8 panels of one way glass on the wall overlooking the city. The view was breathtaking. I tried to imagine playing in this magnificent room and being able to see that view. Unbelievable! The walls were black.

There were heavy black drapes that could be pulled across

the glass panels and when opened fit in front of a 4X8 part of the wall on either side. The floor had a hard black rubber

like covering Everything in the room was either black or painted black. It was filled with an aura of mystery, pain,

experience, enlightenment, and release. He flipped some switches that lit two narrow spots. The black color absorbed

any ambient light. He led me to the far wall of his Dungeon and climbed into the huge thrown like chair. There were two boot black boot irons for him to place each boots on. The two spots aimed at the irons and lit his boots perfectly.

“This is the first time I’ve set foot in this room in three

years.” He paused for a long moment. I didn’t wish to hurry

him, “Now Son, make me proud of you. Show me I wasn’t wrong to follow the dictates of my heart!” God help me! He didn’t have to ask twice. I was on my knees and started slowly to clean those handsome boots with my tongue. I didn’t want to go too fast as I wanted to make this experience last as long as possible. I wanted a memory recorded on my brain of kneeling before this God like man cleaning his boots. A mental recording I could playback when I was 80 and get off. Then for some reason my damned eyes began to water again and uncontrolled tears began to form and roll down my cheeks. I was NOT crying. They just came. O.K., Maybe it’s an allergy to something in the house.

God! I hope it’s not leather! I was again embarrassed as they dropped on his boots and became mixed with my saliva. He saw my tears falling on his boots and said nothing but moved his huge foot within his boot as if to communicate with me that he was with me, around me, above me, under me, for me, understanding, surrounding my spirit with his strength, authority, and approval. We both were caught up in the ecstacy and the poignancy of the moment. It was like two wounded partial souls had come together and formed a complete one. My spirit fed like a starving man on his approval, strength, and control. He needed my acceptance, my understanding, my trust and my submission. I thought at the moment, “This Man, just may very well be the reason I was born a slave!”

The walls of our Jerrico had been pulled down. He was ready in that moment to use me to find the resolve, the peace we both desperately needed. He knew he had my permission! I must have sucked, licked, and cleaned those boots for nearly an hour. Then he claimed that I had returned his favor and he was now ready to use me for both our benefit. He got down from the chair and slowly put his arms around me and held me close for a long time. I began to feel HIS tears drop on my shoulder and back. I held him tighter as his body shook and heaved. He was in catharsis. We were passing through uncharted lands, two adult children, walking hand in hand without fear, knowing they must pass this way to find themselves at healings door. Time passed and he looked down at me and spoke,

“Now I’m going to do something I wanted to do that day I pulled you over on the lake and you blurted out your request

to clean my boots.”

Then he kissed me gently but firmly as if to pass a message

that he was now in full control, would be using me as he saw fit and should not be questioned. I kissed him back only enough to let him know I accepted his lead and trusted him to take us across that forbidden land. He stopped and moved is head to rest on top of mine and hugged my head to his breast.

“Now I’m going to secure you and go upstairs to change.

I will bring your boots and leathers down to you and you

will put them on as I sit in that chair and watch.”

Master Earl D. went to a wall in the playroom and selected

a pair of heavily lined wrist and ankle restraints. He led me

with his leash right in front of the panoramic windows. He

attached one wrist to a chain strung across the ceiling. He

equally spaced the restraints on the chain. My arms were stretched until I was on my toes. Then he secured my ankles, stretched apart, by a four foot piece of galvanized pipe. I was stretched in all four directions just to the point of discomfort. He went back to the wall where all his toys hung and returned to me. He was behind me pressing his body to mine. He began to lightly rub my body from the legs to my chest enjoying the feel of my helplessness. He leaned in toward my ear and brushed his thick mustache behind my left ear as he held a three inch long, leather mouth plug in front of my face for me to see. He drew it close to my mouth.

“Kiss it slave to show me how much you will appreciate me

depriving you of one of your senses.” He whispered softly.

He had me! I was hooked! He was inviting me into his

world to play and I was ready! I knew by kissing that mouth plug that I would I give him my conscious consent

and in my mind I would become His slave for the evening!

I trusted him! I did not hesitate to follow his command and

kissed the plug like a man possessed with a passion to show him that trust.

“Open your mouth as wide as you can slave!” I obeyed and

hung there for several minutes as he walked around me admiring his handy work.

“Keep that mouth open slave....that’s right.... a little wider please....good!” Then in one swift movement he placed the leather plug in my mouth and ordered me to let it lay there for a moment. He moved behind me again and ordered

me to close my mouth around the plug and make it comfortable. I did and he securely tightened it in the back.

He moved around in front of me where I could see him.

He looked into my eyes and told me not to try to answer anything he might say even if he asked a question.

When he plugged a slaves’ skull-pussy it was to remain silent.

He looked into my eyes for the longest time and then walked

up to me and began to feel my body like a man would

examine a fine horse he was considering buying. Then he turned and said,

“I’ll return in a minute!” He walked up the stairs and I

was alone in front of the view of death secured in his

Dungeon. I was uncomfortable but in no pain nor sever discomfort. I hung there for about forty five minutes until

I heard heavy boots on the stairs and could see in the

reflection of the windows his fully leathered shape descending

the stairs. He had my leathers in his arms, sat them down and walked to stand in front of me. Officer Shaw was

no longer Officer Shaw he had been transformed to Master

Shaw. He was a man that was born to wear leather. He

was hot! Leather pants with a huge well stuffed cod piece.

Studded belt. Wesco engineer boots with triple vibram soles! Leather vest open in the front and a Masters’ Leather Captains’ Hat. He held a long leather whip in his hands. He came up to me and raised the whip to my lips for me to kiss and lick. I obeyed as he spoke,

“You’ve never been whipped before, have you slave?”

I started to answer but remembered his order about a silent

plugged mouth.

“Good slave, you learn fast. Don’t answer!”

“I have all the answers you will need this evening!”

He sat the whip on a shelf and began to undo my restraints.

“I want you to put your leathers on and if you need to use

the head do it now! You may not have another chance for a while. If you must go later you will be cathetered” I dressed quickly! My boots were the last thing I had to put on. They were knee high lace up White’s. The same as my Dads’! Like Dad, like Son! When I finished I stood at parade rest, arms behind my back. He stood on the dias in front of the large black chair. The two spots lit his cod piece.

“You will come here, kneel, and place your open hands, palms up on the dais!” I moved swiftly and knelt in front

of him and placed my hands between his boots on the dais.

“You will feel no pain slave!” He moved first one heavy

boot to cover one hand, shifted his weight then moved the

other to cover the other hand. He was standing full weight

on my hands. There was no pain! Not even discomfort!

“This is a symbol of your place and importance in our

recreation of ourselves this evening. Just as you experience no

pain at this moment so you will join me for passage with

trust and humility. I accept the responsibility to teach and lead you through the darkness into the light of self understanding with strength, knowledge and passion!”

I was deeply moved and wowed by his words. I knew this

Man was different but as sensitive as I might be to read

people I had no idea of his depth. He was not joking!

He was deadly serious! He would not let me PLAY at

being his slave for the evening I WAS his slave. It was

the strongest feeling of belonging I had experienced in life.

My usually analytic brain program refused to run. I was

free! He moved off my hands and I immediately wanted

him to stand on them again. He squatted on his haunches,

knees spread for balance, arms resting on his legs, slowly

dropped his right hand toward me with his palm up.

My leash, hanging from my collar, lay on the dais.

There was no question in my mind as to his purpose. I

immediately moved my head to the dais, caught the end

of my leash in my mouth, and gently placed it in his waiting

hand. He slowly closed his hand around it and placed his other hand on my head, rubbed and patted it as he might a favorite pet. He reached to his back pocket and produced

my mouth plug he had taken out when he released me

from my chains. He simply held it about half way between

us and waited. Again I had no question what he wanted! I

moved my mouth toward it and began to kiss it. He moved

it around so I could cover all surfaces with my kisses. Then

he made a slight signal as you might signal a well trained sheep dog. He took one finger and made a small up and down movement and I immediately started to pump and suck the black leather plug as if it were a cock, his symbolic cock, that I would be wearing. His final signal was one slight movement down with his finger then he clamped his thumb and forefinger together. I took the plug in my mouth and clamped my teeth lightly around it. I held it as he secured it tightly behind my head. Where Master Earl led, I would follow without question!

He led me by the leash to a large black tiled shower area

that had a small black leather covered rectangle about two feet by four feet. The bed/table stood about four feet off the floor. It was thickly padded and had a hole at one end approx ten inches in diameter. Another hole about three inches in diameter was at the opposite end. There were wooden dowel pegs across the end where the small hole was. He signaled me to lay down on the pad. It became clear as my head lay in the large hole flat with the opening so I could breathe unobstructed and my cock and balls fit through the small hole. It fit me perfectly! How could that be? Did he ask Master Jeb for my measurements? He reached down and raised one of my boots and placed it on the peg. I placed the other on the other side. My knees were on either side of this table and my boots on the pegs spread my ass to

a perfect position for his access. He flipped something near

my shoulders under the table and two more pegs popped up.

He placed one of my hands on one peg and I followed with the other. It was smaller dowel covered with leather. I

Could put my hands around the dowel like you’d wrap your

hand around a bikes’ throttle. Master Earl threw a strap over my upper body and pulled it tight securing it to the other side. He threw one over my waist just above my butt. He attached the leg cuffs around my boots to eye bolts near the foot pegs with spring return clip fasteners. He did the same with my hands. He let me stay there for a while to orient myself. I felt Master Earl place his hands on my butt and rubbed both cheeks for a few minutes. Damn his hand felt good. I knew he was letting me know he was going to do

something with my ass. Sure enough he removed my plug

with one swift movement. He placed a small amount of

lube on my sphincter and began to insert his plug. I pushed

back and up to help. He gently pushed my butt

down and just held it down for a moment. He didn’t want me raising my ass and I obeyed. He WAS a Master! He worked my ass with that plug and would almost put it in but would hold back at the last minute. By the time he

decided to pop it in my hole was so stretched and relaxed

it felt like it had been there forever. The largest part of his plug was slightly larger than my usual plug but the diameter at the base was much smaller. My sphincter could clamp tighter on it. I felt him push on it and raised my ass and pushed back so he could seat the plug properly. Satisfied he moved to my head and lightly tapped on the back. I raised my head from the table and he slipped a leather hood over it. When he had adjusted the face as he wanted he gently applied pressure on the back of my head and I returned my face to the hole. I could feel him working as he tightly laced the full hood from the top of my head to the base of my neck. It fit perfectly. It was snug but not uncomfortable with plenty of room for my nose and mouth.

It was hot and my unrestricted cock grew erect, straight down from the bed. He put his hand on my back near my ass and spoke softly,

“Let me see you use your ass! Fuck my plug!”

I raised my ass as much as possible so, in my mind, he

could see it the best, and started sucking and fucking his

plug like a well trained whore. It flashed in my mind, I

was in exactly the same position on my bike with the other

plug up my butt going around the Lake. Wow! Deja vu!

“That’s fine Son! I appreciate your enthusiasm! You’re ready

now!” I had no idea for what but I couldn’t wait to find out. Master Earl undid the straps on his work table and

held his hand on the small of my back and spoke.

“Now before I tell you to get up there’s something you need to know for your safety. This plug is a little different than

the other. It has an eye bolt sticking out from the base, so

you can’t sit down. When I let you up move to the back of

the table and push yourself to a standing position and hit

parade rest. He let his hand off my back and told me to

get up. I obeyed and followed his instructions. I stood at parade rest. He took my leash and led me to the same

spot he had secured me before. As I stood there looking at the view he moved behind me and brought a

heavy leather patch that snapped over my eyes on the hood.

I could not see. I could not speak. His control over me was

increasing and I felt no fear. I heard him moving about. He

had put up a one and a half inch pipe that ran in front of me and secured to two 4X4s’ on either side. He moved me

slightly forward until I felt the cold metal cross my belly near my navel. Next he secured each arm restraint to an eye

bolt in the ceiling which pulled me forward with my arms in

a position like Nixon use to make with his victory sign. The

metal pipe kept me from falling forward. I sensed there were

springs on the end of the chains because they seem to give a

bit. He secured my ankle restraints to a shorter pipe than

he had before. My feet were closer together so I could stand

fairly steady with my boots forced apart approx three feet.

Not for long! He next fitted a heavy leather belt around my

waste and buckled it tight in the back. There were D rings

on each side of the belt. He connected chains to these rings

and ran them up and behind me to eye hooks in the ceiling.

They too had some give and must have had heavy springs on

the ends. He moved in front of me and attached a chain to

the bar separating my feet and pulled it slightly forward so

I was just off balance. The bar caught me in the front and

the chains attached to the belt kept my ass up and back. He

moved behind me and I felt him attach a chain with a snap

hook to the eye bolt sticking out of my plug. Then he ran

it to an eye-bolt on the floor. I sensed there was a spring

on the other end of this chain too. Then I had not a clue what he was going to do next. He simply removed the heavy pipe holding me across the waste and I floated free in my chains slightly off balance. My ass was raised above my back. The springs were perfectly balanced so that I had a feeling of floating. I had to clamp my ass tight around the plug to keep it anchored in place.

Remember the old Navy saying, “You don’t have an anchor

tied to your ass!?” Meaning take your best shot or there’s nothing holding you back. Well, I literally had an Anchor in MY butt! The Man had a unique sense of design. This arrangement worked perfectly for his purpose. He walked in front of me and held my head in his arms and held me close. “The object of this lesson is to teach you the necessity of control. Control of your physical self while allowing me the control I need. It will become clear to you in a few minutes. I am going to whip you with a three foot soft leather flogging whip. It has about twenty narrow strips

of leather bundled together in the handle so that each small

strip can move independently. When used to whip someone

they effectively work in consort. I will start slowly and not

too hard so you can begin to get the feel of your position

and how best to control its’ relationship to my stimulus.

Under no circumstance are you to allow my plug to be

pulled out of your ass!! If it happens it will only add to

your time being whipped. You won’t let me down, I know!”

He was still holding my head tenderly in one arm and

running his other hand down my back. His touch was

electric!

“Do you remember when you were a kid and your Dad took off his belt and told you that what he was about to do was going to hurt him more than it was you?! You didn’t believe

that shit did you?? He asked rhetorically.

“O.K.! Good slave, let’s begin our journey!”

“I had never before felt a large whip across my ass before.

I remembered the light playful flogging Master Jim gave me

while I cleaned his boots. It was wonderfully stimulating and sensual. I had apprehensions about this but the roller coaster had already climbed the ramp and was ready to plunge down

the other side. To late to yell, ‘Kings’ X’! I prayed that I

would have the strength and courage to get through this.

Master Earl had moved behind me and was rubbing my ass

with his hands and the whip. He had put on a pair of leather riding gloves and they felt good against my skin.

He was conditioning me to the feel of the whip.

Part V: A Leap of Faith

“Come ye daughters,

share my anguish!”~

Opening chorus~

St. Matthew Passion

J. S. Bach

Master Earl began our journey. His first fifteen to twenty

strokes with his whip were bearable. He was accurate in his description as to what to expect and my response. It was a natural reflex for me to move forward with the impact of the whip. I would be propelled forward by that force or my instinctive response to move away from discomfort. I would feel the plug in my ass stop my forward motion and

my ass muscle was strong from wearing the other plug for over a week. I was doing alright! I was amazed at the elegance of Master Earls’ design. The springs would return

me immediately to position ready for another application

of his strength. I found that I could raise my ass just a little

higher for him to get his best shot. Then the strength and frequency of his blows increased. I worked hard at keeping

the plug in my ass and was managing. The concern for holding the plug in my ass took the attention away from any pain I might be feeling. Don’t ever believe some would-be hero that might tell you that it didn’t hurt. It hurt like hell! I was almost ready to mumble for him to let up for a while when he stopped. I had not had any emotions while he was whipping me but now he walked behind me and began to gently rub my stinging butt.

His touch was concerned, soothing, and comforting. I began

to sob as if my heart would break! He continued kneading

my ass and soon there was no hurt and only the sexual

sensuality of his caresses. I was still a blubbering idiot.

He moved around to my front and gently took my hooded

head in his arms and began to sooth me. He did not chastise

me for my emotions. On the contrary, he encouraged me to

get it out, give it to him, let him take it away, use it to

clean my heart. This man had just taken me to the brink

of physical pain. Why didn’t I want to kill the son of a bitch?

Instead, if I had been free, I would have fallen to his feet

and thanked him again and again. Something had happened!

I actually felt a little better! Unless you’ve experienced it,

you cannot possibly understand! Some American Indian tribes

endured physical pain as a right of passage. It was said to

be described in the same way. A release of mental anguish

and stagnant emotions.

“We’re half way thorough our journey, my brave, good slave. I am pleased with you! I have never had a first timer get this far without either losing the plug or begging to stop.

I don’t wonder! I’m not overly brave but I do seem to be able to bear a great deal of pain. I have blue eyes! What’s that got to do with pain? The Nazis did pain endurance studies and the only piece of information of any importance was that people with blue eyes can stand more pain than brown eyed people.

Master Earl continued to consol me and I began to get a

grip on myself and wondered if I might talk him into a

rain check on the second half. How could I? My mouth was tightly plugged and I knew he would not acknowledge me anyway. I remember the old roller coasters that always took

you around twice. After having the shit scared out of me as

a kid I was always ready to disembark after the first run and then, Oh no, Oh my God, you heard it hit the cogs to

take you slowly up the steep ramp for the second drop.

As the bottom would drop out from under you on the roller

coaster I prayed that my ass wouldn’t do the same.

Master Earl started in again. There was no warm up period. He immediately launched into an attack on my ass that was

almost where he left off. What was happening? I felt the

intensity was harder and faster but I was beginning to hurt

less and less. I had no problem with the plug. I had it locked in and suddenly felt powerful against the onslaught!

I felt lightheaded and my mind began to drift. I was aware

of the flogging but it was as if I was looking at it as an

indifferent observer. “Ah yes, the queer slave! How unfortunate! They are flogging him! Oh well, he probably deserves it! Come, let’s move along!.” I suddenly let go! I felt released! My guts were falling out! And that’s the last thing I remembered!

The next thing I knew I was laying completely nude, no

leather, no plug, no pain, in the arms of the most handsome

male Angel I had never seen. He was whispering wonderfully

nasty, obscene, and arousing things he was going to do to

my body. I was so relaxed and comfortable I had a hard time adjusting to reality. It was Master Earl holding me.

Oh hi! Master Earl, I thought. Did I tell you that I think you are an Angel. No! Wait! That didn’t make sense!

The cobwebs were swept away and I remembered.

“Oh Master Earl. I’m so sorry!”

“For what slave?”

“I let you down! I think I lost your plug! It’s not in my ass anymore!”

“You did NOT lose the plug! I removed it from you and even then I thought I was going to have to get the city’s

jaws of life to get it out! You were NOT going to let go!

I finally talked you out of it or I don’t think I ever would

have gotten it out!” He threw back his head and laughed in

pride. “Do you know how truly special you are?” I didn’t say anything. Why couldn’t I remember? Was he making this up to spare my feelings? Why did I feel like I had a huge

weight lifted from me? Oh, shut up and bathe in the warmth

of this Angel who speaks like Master Earl. And boy, for

an Angel he really knew some nasty things to say about

what he was going to do to me.

“You frightened me for a minute my good slave.” I didn’t

say anything. “You went somewhere I was not expecting and

I’m not sure where it was. You were carrying on a conversation with someone and it was getting heated on your end. By the time I removed your mouth plug you were

coming back to this reality. It may seem foggy to you now

but you stayed by my side for the entire journey and I am

very proud of you!” He raised my face to his and gently

kissed me. The pretty Angel just kissed me! Kissed by an Angel. Maybe I am special? Then my eyes looked down.

Holy shit! I thought, this Angel has the second biggest cock

I’ve ever seen! Wait a minute! Do Angels have dicks?

God only knows!

End Part IV

Waddie Greywolf

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