THE TIES THAT BIND~Bear Dance

Part I~The Journals

Chief and Master Jeb were sitting at the kitchen table discussing Chief’s Journal. Master Jeb had read it and was as wowed by some of Jim Redfeather notes and observations. He had closed the book to acknowledge my slave’s ritual greeting. I loved doing it with Master Jeb he always seemed to appreciate ritual besides, he wore the hottest pair of big boots. I did the same with Chief. He laughed at my insistence.

“We just left you two hours ago slave.” He laughed.
“That’s Beau’s way of expressing several things. With him it goes beyond greeting! It says I love you! I’m hot for you! I owe you an apology! Love your boots! Fuck me! Or his favorite, ‘I can’t figure out what’s going on here so I’ll distract you by humbling myself until I get further input.’” Said Big Jim laughing. I had to admit to myself his description was pretty damn accurate. He continued, “I’ve watched him and he can say more in that simple action than any slave we’ve ever trained. Funny thing is, nine times out of ten he gets his message across loud and clear!” We all laughed.

Chief had washed his work clothes and was going to stay the night in his small bedroom upstairs. Master Jeb continued his conversation with Chief as the Dungeon Master and I got some Ice Cream for all of us out of the fridge. That’s one thing a Giant is great for! For him, dipping into hard Ice Cream was like dipping into soft butter. Opening stuck jars? Nothing better! Something on the top shelf you can’t reach. No problem! He simply lifts YOU up to get it! Handy Man to have around. In more ways than one.

“Chief!” Said Master Jeb, “It’s pretty remarkable that we have two people under one roof that show definite literary talent. There’s some remarkable stuff in you Journal. To have just been notes on learning about the psychology and training of slaves has expanded to the story of a Man’s quest to find his place in the Universe. I would like a second opinion.
Would you consider letting your Older Big Brother read this?

“I would be honored!” Replied Chief.
“I’d like for you to read this Jim if you have time! Can the slave read over his shoulder Chief?”
“Sure! You know how Beau and I are. We’re soul Brothers. I wouldn’t feel self conscious about him or Big Bro knowing any thing about me.”
“I think we both would like to read it Chief! Maybe we can read it to each other!”Said the Dungeon Master.
“How ‘bout you slave? I’d like for Chief to read your Journal as well! No only is it an interesting read I think it would also be a useful learning exercise for him. I won’t order you to as it was understood to be a private Journal.”Said Master Jeb.

“I owe the Man my life Master Jeb. I have no secrets from him. Certainly he may read it if he wishes!”
“You know I would Beau! That part the Dungeon Master read at your slave Ceremony had me in tears. Hell, it had every one in tears! There wasn’t a dry eye in the place! The way Master Jim read it was powerful! Slow paced and phrased as if every word was more important than the next. It was moving stuff! Yes! I’d like to read it very much!”

“I’ll get it later and leave it in your room. I might borrow it back to write more but I’ll return it afterward.”
“We took Chief’s Journal up to the Bear’s Lair to get ready for bed ‘cause the Slave Driver had another full day planned. I left my Journal on Chief’s small desk in his room. He had it fixed up kinda nice. A big psychedelic Mandela on one wall and a picture of an old Indian Chief I didn’t recognize. I returned to the Lair!

“We gonna’ shower tonight Beaver?”
“Don’t know why Dungeon Master when we’ve been parboiling in Hot water all afternoon!” “Yeah! You’re right!” He snapped his finger’s at me and pointed to his Big Boots. I was on them in an instance and he had his other Boot on my Butt pushing gently but firmly. Slowly it came off and then slid off easily. We did the same for the other. He always laughed at me when I would set at the end of the bed and smell them for five or ten minutes. He caught me under the covers with one, my head buried in it, sound asleep. I had fallen asleep sniffing his big Boot. He and Master Jeb laughed at me every time they passed me that next day.

“Besides Dungeon Master,” I continued, “You still have the smell of your leathers on you that drives me nuts.”
“Oh Yeah!” He said like a little Kid, “Well you smell like leather too Beaver and it does the same damn thing to me! So it’s unanimous! We don’t shower and sleep with hard ons all night. You may find Babe crawling up your Butt to pull the Ox cart in the wee hours of the morn. I’m still so hot I could pop every time I think about that fuck you gave Sarge today. Now Dirk has a new name for you! Have you heard: Studdly Screwright?!” He roared with laughter. Big Jim, Dirk, Chief, Allen and me were hopeless “Rocky and Bullwinkle” fans.

Your Master was so fucking proud of you he just beamed. Sarge took him aside later and told him he hoped he wasn’t upset at him being forward and using his slave without first asking. He assured him as his fellow Family Man and Brother he was welcome but that he had given his slave orders to pleasure any Master at the party that wanted him! Sarge said some pretty good things about you to Earl and I. He and Titus really like you!

I confided in the Dungeon Master that Master Zack was so horny afterward I took him into the small half bath in the downstairs bed room and sucked him off twice.

We lay down together and the Dungeon Master started to read from Chief’s Journal.
“This started out to be a record keeping, note taking memory support for the care and training of the Male slave. It has become the story of a journey. A journey of one pilgrim seeking nothing but observation and small truths where they may be found. It is a story of hope. It is a story of love. It is not a conventional tale. It is a story of one Man’s journey to regain his soul through subservience. His personal trip to the Mountain to expose himself bare and kneel before a creature slightly higher in rank than the Angels. A Man!”

“Wow! Powerful stuff!” Said the Dungeon Master. “We’ll have to read more of this another evening I can hardly keep my eyes open and you feel so........are you??.....Good night Little Brother! Rest well and peaceful dreams!”

Part II~Brother Bear

The following week went by in a flash! The weeks never seemed to go by that fast when I was working full time. Who am I kidding! I am working full time! I’m up at the crack of Dawn running! We’re up to a mile a day now! Not to bad for two people who just started running a month ago.

There would be a point in our runs that I would pass over to some other plane in which I was euphoric. I felt like I could run for ever! I was running but I felt completely divorced from the physical function of moving and breathing. My body was carrying my spirit somewhere! Where? It didn’t matter as long as I kept running. I kept getting this high. I no longer was exhausted when we returned. I was alive and ready for the slave driver’s Gym of Hell! It really wasn’t that bad.

The Dungeon Master had not insisted that we kill ourselves but if he thought I was piking* on a level he would began to add more weights.

Friday afternoon came and Big Dirk pulled up out front on his big custom Harley Chopper. He had full Leathers on and a black bandanna tied around his head. He looked hot! He had just gotten off work at the Harley-Davidson Dealership in Glendale where he was head Mechanic. Factory trained!

“Ready to go Studdly?” He asked me. He told me he thought I deserved that name from my performance with Sarge in Master Earl’s Dungeon. He loved “Rocky and Bullwinkle!” Thought it was the funniest thing on T.V.! Something we shared! I thought calling me “Studdly” was funny! The Big Ox really yucked it up! T’weren’t THAT funny!
“You gonna’ make me ride backward on your Hog like poor Duddly?” I inquired. He roared with laughter.

“I should you little Shit!!” I went through the ritual with him and he gave me the usual huge big Bear hug and kiss. He was really glad to see me. I was glad to see him too. I put my bag on the back and gave the Dungeon Master a quick hug and kiss.
“Go! Have a good time! Write when you get work!” He joked.
Big Dirk had his bike turned around ready to head down the hill.

“Climb on Sweetheart and grab a’holt a’somp’n!” Big Dirk hollered at me above the roar of the Milwaukee Vibrator. I threw my leg across the back, found the Buddy pegs, put my hands behind me to the ‘v’ bar and pushed forward. He felt me push into him, knew Ihad a hold of the back and was off down the hill. Master Dirk was a more cautious bike rider than I might’ve imagined. Either that or he felt he might’ve scared me if he didn’t?

We got onto Sunset Blvd and passed the turn off to their place. Came to the street you go up to get to Master Earl’s and started up. I didn’t know what to think. We pulled in the car port and got off. The door was open to the kitchen. I didn’t need any explanations when my Master walked out to give me a hug.

“We don’t have a lot of room at out place so we’re camping out here with a friend of ours. Hope you don’t mind Studdly! Just don’t forget! You’re still my “fucking” slave for the weekend! Right!”
“Right! Master Dirk! Glad to be your slave but I think I’m in love with your good looking friend!"
“Damn! He has that affect on all the pretty slaves!” Big Dirk laughed.

We went into the house and I went through the ritual greeting with my Master! He hugged and kissed me. Allen was fixing a salad for dinner and hugged and kissed me. Big Dirk led me off to one of the downstairs bedrooms where he was camping and had me take my clothes off there. He didn’t leave!

When I was through he had a collar he put around my neck. It was the collar Master Earl had bought for me. He carefully adjusted it in back, put a small lock on it and snapped my leash on the front. He still had all his Leather’s on! He looked and smelled great!

He grabbed me and sat me in his lap and proceeded to give me the hottest passionate kiss I’d had in a while. This Big Man with all that leather on, what was I to do? I wasn’t going to play hard to get that’s for damn sure! I kiss him back with equal gusto!
“You’re gonna’ get to ride the ‘Wild Stallion’ tonight Studdly!” I didn’t even ask! I just surmised he and Allen had worked out something.

Maybe Master Earl was gonna’ get some pussy tonight! And I ain’t talking ‘bout old Monty! Good for him! Good for Allen! I was, after, all Big Dirk’s slave for the weekend. I knew for sometime he had wanted me to ride him and I was flattered. He hadn’t expressed interest in any other Man slave since Wes according to Allen.

Dirk and Master Earl had exchanged slaves quite often! Master Dirk and Wes were very close! Dirk became a confidant of Wes’s. He knew things about Wes nobody knew and he didn’t share with either Allen nor Master Earl. What was told to him in confidence was never repeated. If he gave his word, it was Gold.

“You know what Master Dirk?”
“What Son?”
“I’d really be honored and proud to ride your ‘Wild Stallion’ but you have to realize one important thing!”
“What’s ‘at Kid?”
“If I ride him he ain’t gonna’ be ‘Wild’ no more! He’ll be so sweet and tame he’ll eat right out of you hand!” He let out a whoop! Then hugged me again.

“We’ll just see ‘bout that young’un! Don’t bet your lunch money!” We both laughed. He was in great spirits. He led me up the stairs into the living room and Master Earl looked up and whistled. I was completely nude, no Leathers, and they all could see my development.

They said they could tell a difference from last weekend! I told them I had gained a total of about twenty pounds in weight and my Leather Jacket wouldn’t zip up any more. It wouldn’t even come together.

“Beau! You look great!” Said Allen. “Where is the twenty pounds? You don’t look fat or heavy?”
“Muscle weight is about twice as heavy as fat!” Said Master Earl. “I learned that from Wes!” “I don’t care what he’s doing he looks good enough to fuck!” Grunted Big Dirk. We all laughed. “You gonna’ ring those tits Earl! You’d be crazy not too!” Dirk offered his opinion.

“We were gonna’ do it last weekend but we never got around to it. We’ll be back out to the desert to Zack’s place weekend after next. We may have it done then! Plus a Prince Albert through his Dick! Sarge insists I have a septum piercing but I’m not sure. I’ve always wanted a slave with a ring through his nose. Hook his leash on to that ring, he’ll follow you anywhere! No Questions asked!” They all thought that was great fun! I just got hard! They noticed and then laughed at me as I blushed!

“I think you know what your slave thinks about it Earl!” Laughed Dirk.
“Septum too then!” I wasn’t too crazy about the piercing part but the idea of the look and effect of a ring through my nose kept me hard all evening. They laughed and hooted every time I got up from the table.

“Definitely a septum piercing!” Said Master Earl again!

They had gotten my favorite Italian food and I was eating everything! I had seconds and then cleaned Allen’s plate. They were laughing at me eating so much.
“I’ve never seen him eat that much! He used to pick at his food and eat just a little! I can’t believe what he ate tonight! I can remember Wes would too when he was working out heavy. Your body just demands more fuel. He can eat all he wants as far as I’m concerned. If that’s the results, eat more Beau!” They laughed.

It was a great meal and we had a good time. Master Dirk can be a charming Man. He was intelligent and observant. He didn’t have much schooling but he excelled in what he did! He was the top Harley Davidson Mechanic in Southern California. He worked at the Harley sales place in Glendale.

Most all the Family brought their bikes to Dirk. He was honest and fair. All he wanted was a good days pay for a good days work. He made damn good money. They could afford a bigger place but the rent they were paying was dirt cheap. Allen handled all the money!

Masters usually do that but their relationship was a bit different. It was patterned more after the straight world. Dirk just couldn’t be bothered with it. He wouldn’t write checks. Wouldn’t balance a check book! Hated paying bills! They threatened to turn off every thing at one time or another not because they didn’t have the money! Dirk just forgot to pay or just didn’t want to be bothered.

Finally, Master Blanco-Lobos, Dirk called him Daddy Wolf, talked him into letting Allen handle the money and keep records that he could look at occasionally! Allen had never asked to do it! Just accepted his role as slave to let Dirk handle everything. When Allen took over he found eight of his paychecks from Master Blanca-Lobos had never been deposited. Dirk didn’t know how to fill out a deposit slip! He wasn’t dumb! He’d just had never done it and was embarrassed ask to anyone.

Allen took over the money and kept accurate books for Dirk to look at anytime. Dirk looked at it once! He was satisfied that Allen knew what he was doing and never looked at it again. Once in a while he’d ask Allen how much they had in their accounts and Allen would get his ledger and tell him to the penny.

They were saving up to buy a small house or double wide trailer. Living where the rent was cheap was sometime cramped for them but they were banking a bundle every month.

Where ever they went Dirk carried the money! Allen would say, “He’s like Fort Knox! Who’s gonna’ try to rob him?” He was right! Allen was so small that a stout twelve year old could take him.

Allen and Button were much a like physically. Button was a bit bigger than Allen but Allen had the brains. Every one thought they would become good friends! Not so! Allen liked and tolerated Button but he got on Allen’s nerves! Allen said it was because Button was so much like him when he was his age that it made him uncomfortable to be reminded. He was never rude nor unkind to Button! He just never had much time for him.

We finished the evening in the hot tub and came time to retire for the evening Master Dirk led me to his bedroom. Allen was going to stay with Master Earl. He loved staying with Master Earl.

Big Dirk was a factory trained Mechanic and commanded top dollar. Sometime Dirk would have to go back to Milwaukee for a Mechanics conference at the factory! He would be gone for a week or more and Dirk would either leave Allen with Master Earl or Master Blanca-Lobos.

Of course he preferred staying with Master Earl ‘cause he got to pleasure him. He loved Master Earl. Master Earl was quite taken with Allen as well. Once he got over the idea he might hurt Allen he learned he could fuck that little cunt with a vengeance. He loved to shoot a big load in Allen then lift him over his head and drain his come into his mouth. Sometime he’d share half of it with Allen! Sometime give him all of it! Allen was the only Gay Man that could get Master Earl to put on his complete uniform and play “Speeding Ticket or Blow job” Guess which one Allen would always choose?!

I had already helped Master Dirk off with his Leathers before we got into the Spa. He pulled me down with him onto the protective leather bedspread. It felt cool and good! He felt hot and good. I wouldn’t have thought that Dirk would like to make love to a Man with the holding and kissing. Boy was I wrong. He was a lover! He had me so wound up I was practically on my knees in tears begging him to let me ride the ‘Wild Stallion.’

He finally let me make love to his big cock then gave me permission to take it. I swallowed the whole thing and it surprised the hell out of him. Surprised the hell out of me too! It was bigger around than Master Jeb’s but was about the same length. It had one strange thing about it! About an inch and a half before the base it started to narrow and narrowed down to about half of it’s size. It was like a dildo that tapered on the end. Once I got it inside me, it truly was one of the most filling and comfortable dicks I’d ever sat on.

“Rumor has it slave you like to take a Master’s piss! Is that true?”
“Yes Master Dirk! It’s true! I’ve developed a taste for it!”
“You know I’m a virgin where that’s concerned slave?! What’er we gonna’ do about it?” “With your permission Sir! I’ll run to the kitchen to get my Master a couple of beers!” He started laughing and pulled me on top of his huge body and I ended up laying out the entire length of him looking right into his deep-set dark brown eyes!

“You gonna’ take my piss slave and claim that Cherry?”
“If there’s a God! I hope to Sir!” He laughed again. He was so hot I leaned into him slowly and barely placed my lips on his and searched his mouth gently for his tongue. He kept it still but connected with mine and let me gently coax it into my mouth where I began to suck on it and slide down the inside with my tongue until I felt his huge cock swelling beneath me. He pulled away and took in a deep breath.

“Better get me them fucking Beers slave! This Old Man wants you to get his piss Cherry tonight after I let you ride the ‘Wild Stallion’ I’m gonna’ make you beg for it a little more. I love to see tears in a slave eyes ‘cause he wants to feel that big thing soaking up there in his Butt!

“Would you like that slave, to feel that all the way up there? You ain’t gonna’ mount this Old Hoss like you do your Master’s you know?!”
“I want to feel the Harley Master deep inside me Sir! Your right!!. It would be an honor and a privilege to play catcher for you Sir! I will beg you so sweetly it will make tears come to your eyes and you will beg me to stop! You’ll tell me, ‘You can have it slave just don’t break my heart any more with your sweet pleas!’

“Kid! You got a line of Shit! I’ll give you that! Go get them Beers!”
“Yes Master! And......thank you Master Dirk! I’m proud to be your slave this weekend.” I turned and walked to the kitchen. Got two Beers from the fridge and returned to the downstairs bedroom. Big Dirk was laying on his stomach with he big hairy ass up on the bed. My tongue immediately got hard to say nothing of it’s brother down south.

I popped the beer open and handed it to him. He drank about half and set it on a coaster on the night stand.

“Master Dirk?!”
“Yes slave!”
“May this slave ask you to consider granting this unworthy slave a favor Sir?”
“You may ask slave and I will consider....!”
“Ever since I first met you Sir and watched you walk around in the buff by the pool and Spa there’s been one thing on my mine!”
“And just what might that be slave?”

“To get my tongue as far up your ass as I could! To clean your ass hole for you Master! You have the most edible looking ass!” He laughed.
“Zing, went the strings of my heart!” He laughed again, “Can you keep a secret?”
“Of course Master Dirk! It’s the people I tell it too that can’t! Just kidding! You know it will never go further than me!”

“I’m a virgin in that department too!” I was quiet for a minute not knowing whether to pursue it further when he continued. “Allen and I have a pretty straight forward no frills sexual thing. That’s not a complaint! I love Allen! I fucking love his little cunt! It’s tighter than any woman’s cunt will ever be. He ain’t likely to have no Kids so it ain’t gonna’ get stretched way out of shape.”

“I’ll stay with Allen ‘till one of us or both kick the bucket! I don’t mess around with any other Men or Women since Allen had his operation. I gave him my word if he had the operation I would never go with another Woman as long as we’re together. I meant it! I thought about it a couple of times but that don’t count as going against my word.”

“I’ve been living in a world of Gay Men and heard a lot about what they do and at first it sounded really sick. Drinking piss and sucking a Man’s ass! Then I got to thinking one night what it might feel like to have some hot slave’s tongue way up my Butt. I gotta’ admit it made my old dick hard thinking about it!
“You wanna’ claim that Cherry too Son!”

“If you give me permission Sir! I would love to!” He grabbed his Beer off the night stand, finished it and shoved two pillows under his belly until his ass was sticking right in my face. He slowly parted his huge legs and in the dim light I got the first look at my prize.

“I don’t know how clean I am Son!”
“Doesn’t matter Master! That’s what your slave is for!”
“Then you have my permission to clean me good slave!”
“Thank you Master Dirk! This is a dream come true!”

Those were the last words I uttered before my Feast! Before my tongue was lost in his dark tunnel. Cleaned and sucked the outside until only my saliva was left shining in the dim light from the bath room . I got more and more of him to sheath my tongue in darkness and could taste his Maleness, his Manhood the very essence of his soul. I could taste who this Big Man was!

He was going nuts moaning and pushing his ass back to meet my stabbing tongue. Finally I grabbed his cheek of his ass and spread them to get more in to the tunnel. I put my thumbs next to his sphincter and slowly pulled it apart as I kept my tongue fucking ever deeper into his hole. He was pushing back more and more when all of a sudden with my tongue way up his ass his sphincter muscle tried to bite my tongue off!

He had shot his load! I was still way up there fucking him. He groaned and pushed back and up and tried to bite it off again. I took advantage of his relaxing afterward and shoved it in further. Once more he arched his back, pushed back and clamped on my tongue as he squeezed the last volley out of his big dick! Then he collapsed!

I made sweet love to his hole like it was another pair of lips and felt him trying to kiss me back. He knew what I was communicating and wanted to reciprocate. He made a pretty fair ass hole lover!

I crawled up beside him a lay my arm lightly across his back.
“You got my Cherry slave and you got it good!”
“May I have my prize Sir?”
“Your prize Son?” He was confused.
“Your come Sir ! May I have it while I clean you up!
“Sure Kid! But come up here and give me a kiss first!”
“But Sir I just...........”

“It was my fucking ass hole slave! Now follow your Master’s orders before he turns you over his knee and spanks you!” I hesitated.
“Can I have both Sir?!” I asked innocently. He fell out laughing.
“God Beau! What Planet did you come from you crazy fucker!” I crawled into the Big Bears furry arms and he kissed me and sucked my face until my fillings were loose. Then he let me have my prize.

It was a Big Prize too. Big Man! Big load! It tasted great! Sweet and strong like him! He watched intently as I licked his belly, his big dick, his balls and his hairy upper thighs. He was so into the sensuality of the moment he got a roaring hard on again.

I popped his second Beer open for him! He chug-a-luged about half of it and sat it aside. “Crawl up here in my arms and let me hold you Sweetheart”.
“I’d give you a hundred dollars if you could talk Allen into doing that for me.”
“He’s your slave! Just order him to do it!”

“I could, but if he really couldn’t get into it then I would feel bad ‘cause I made him! And he’d be pissed or maybe hurt ‘cause I forced him too. He’s never failed to obey an order I’ve given him. He’s forgetful sometime and I have to punish him. I don’t let him ride the Wild Stallion for a week or more and he goes nuts. The only way he can come is for me to fuck him! After a week or more of no 3D he’s ready to tell me he’s sorry, he was wrong and it won’t happen again.”

“3D Sir?”
“Yeah! Daddy Dirk Dick!” I started laughing and rolled on my back. I couldn’t stop. He tickled me and made it worse. I finally calmed down and ask him,
“May I have your permission to feel him out Sir! Maybe he doesn’t think you want to try that! You said yourself you had a pretty straight forward sexual thing. He may be following your lead and has been like me, secretly lusting after your big hairy hole.

“My God! You even make it sound appetizing!”
“T’is to me Master Dirk! T’is to me! It might be for him Sir! That’s a hundred?! Is that right Sir?!”
“No! I’ll do better than that! If you can talk him into it! The day after you will have TWO BIG BILLS in your hand! Or your Master’s hand!”
“So I have your permission to feel him out?”
“Absolutely Son!”

“I’m going to share with your Master that you got my Cherry big time!” He smiled with pride.
“Thank you Master, I think!” We lay together for a while! Me in his big arms! Him holding me tight to his big chest.
“That was some kind a’ good slave!” He breathed a deep sigh! I’m gonna’ have to have that again before the weekend’s over. I’m gonna’ turn you over to your Master tomorrow morning but I’m gonna’ tell him I want you back for a while Sunday afternoon.

“I would be happy to serve you again Sir! I promise to do a better job then. I can do better! I just didn’t know how into it you wanted me go.”
“I can’t imagine you doing a better job but if you say so I’ll believe it!”
“For your reward slave......?’
“Yes Sir!”
“I’m gonna’ let you ride the Wild Stallion without too much begging. But I need to hear a little sincere pain in your voice to have that big thing way up there.” That wouldn’t be to hard, I thought, my ass was already crying for it! To me, his cock always looked like it should be up some Man’s ass! In a way my ass was already crying for it. I felt my ass and felt the wet ness.

“Does my ass crying for it count Sir!”
“Your ass crying slave??” He looked puzzled. I moved my ass around for him to feel. He put his finger on my hole and easily slipped it in. Three! Then four!
“Son of a bitch! Aww! You lubed your ass!”
“I didn’t Sir! I wouldn’t lie to you! Talk to my Master tomorrow! When my ass is really hungry for a cock it starts dripping with boy Butt juices. I feel like it’s crying to feel that big thing planted deep up my Butt!”

“I agree! Saddle up Cowboy!” He grabbed his Beer and downed the rest of it. I ran to the kitchen to get two more and brought them back and opened one for him.
“In case my Master wants some Beer while I’m riding his Stallion!”
“Very thoughtful slave! My dick’s hurting to get in that Butt slave!”
“May I Sir! I was inches away from kissing and lathering up the big thing.”
“Granted slave! But make it quick! I kissed it and slathered it up good. My ass juices were running down my leg. I straddled him and placed the monster at my rosebud to hold it in place. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks wide with my hands and mounted the Wild Stallion in one swift stroke to the base. It hit the base so hard I bounced!

He sucked in wind and said,
“Proved me wrong slave! Damn that was a Hell of a mount! Woah!! Now take my pony for a ride Son!” I began and could tell from the first two or three strokes Big Dirk was gonna’ be a push over! I wondered if I should play the, build him up then stop, game! No! When I got to know him a little better. Some how I felt he needed this for some reason and I wasn’t gonna’ let him down. I had him off in no time! I remained on him milking small amounts out of him from time to time. He didn’t say much! Just put his hands on my waist to hold me.

Every now and then I’d feel him move with his hands to lift me and I would respond.
Like he was jacking me off with his hands on my hips. We played that game for quite some time. Then he ordered me off his cock! That’s when my tears started big time! He pulled me close to him and held me in his arms and soothed me.
“What’s wrong slave? Did I hurt you?”

“You wanted to see pain for your dick Sir! It was painful for me to have to give it back to you!” He didn’t want to laugh but he couldn’t help himself and he started me laughing too! h Shit Beau! I haven’t laughed while having sex in a long time. Allen is so serious about sex! He wants his Daddy ordering him around! A little rough! A little mean! No laughing!

I have to be Strict no nonsense Master! Some times funny shit will happen! It always does when two people are having sex! You gotta’ laugh! If I do it breaks the role he needs. So I don’t do too much laughing. Sex should be rough, a little mean, get it all over you, celebration of joy in two people coming together to come together!

He had confided in me this night and I knew he wasn’t complaining so much as just stating facts. He knew he had to give up some things to get the other things that were more important to him. He was wiling to make those sacrifices. He was growing up!

Big Dirk had been in therapy with Master Blanca-Lobos for around three years at that time and had a pretty firm grip on who he was, where he was, and what he wanted for the future.

I personally had a new found respect for the Man! I had some trepidation about going with him because of the things I had heard about him. Maybe they were true. Maybe they weren’t! All I knew, the Man in my arms was a gentle Man. He had learned how to love! He had learned that life was give and take! He was willing to pay the price for what he wanted! Nothing in life is free! Some thing’s are a trade off! However, to trade, you must have something of value to exchange! You may get what you want but you still paid for it!

We lay together for a while! The odors of a healthy Man and a healthy slave were overpowering. Big Dirk had a strong clean Male musk odor a Man gets after havingsweat a little from good hot sex. The pheromones are rampant! Especially when mixed with all the other odors. We were bathing in it! He knew it too as he looked down at me and smiled. “You smell good enough to eat slave!”

“Thank you Sir! I appreciate............” He had flipped me and I was on my back with my cock down his throat sucking air into my lungs from the unexpectedness of it and the feeling of that Big Man’s mouth and throat around my dick. I was getting pretty hard and he didn’t stop. Now if he tells me he’s a virgin after this It’s gonna’ be real hard for me not to laugh! I thought!

Big Dirk was giving me a Big Man Blow job and I was loving it. I warned him that I was near! It only made him increase his speed.
“Please Master Dirk! You don’t want to take me! You don’t have to.......Oh God! It’s too late!” I was shooting in his mouth and he was sucking it down.

He continued to suck me until he was satisfied he had gotten it all then threw his huge body on top of mine and kissed me hard and deep. I didn’t know what to think! He knew that I would go to my grave with that secret! It was then I realized! It really was his first time playing catcher. Two Cherries popped up on my slot machine! One more and I hit the fucking Jack pot!

He pulled away from my mouth and lay his big head next to mine on the bed. He was still on top of me pinning me down.
“Wanna’ make it three Cherries tonight slave?”
“Are you kidding Master?? Fill ‘er up Sir!!”

He ordered me to the shower! He didn’t turn it on. I guess he though I was gonna’ spill some and he was thoughtful enough to appreciate Master Earl’s home.
“Master, I’m not gonna’ spill any! But I appreciate your concern!” He looked puzzled.

He told me he really had to piss. I told him the drill and not to let go until I squeezed his Butt. I took him like I did Master Jeb! I got to the last inch and a half and could not get it in! I wanted it so bad he could tell! He didn’t ask! He knew to place his hand behind my head and pulled me the rest of the way on. My lips were touching his pubes.

I reached up behind him and placed my hands on his Butt. I could tell he had to go big time. Then I squeezed and he let go a stream that I could feel hit my belly like a fire hose. He was filling me up! He threw his head back and water started to drip on my face. He was so relieve to let go his eyes were tearing.

He continued to fill me without a stop! My stomach was really ballooned. I looked pregnant. He was to fill me beyond pregnant. He finally stopped and relaxed! I knew I could take the rest in my mouth and get a taste. I pulled off to the head and sucked on it for more. He gave it to me!

His recycled Beer was different than Zack’s. It still had a lot of Beer flavor and sugars to make it sweet. Perhaps his body had converted some of the alcohol into sugar. Too much and it goes out through the urine. I gulped it down not knowing whether he had a lot more for me or not. He gave me three more big mouthfuls and I gulped them down like the thirsty slave I was. Damn I was full! He looked at me and giggled.

“Let me feel the Baby!” He ordered. I turned my backside to him and pulled his hands around and down. Placed them where he could lift up and feel the weight of his piss in my gut. I place my hands underneath his and made him shake my belly to hear it slosh around in side. He thought that was the funniest thing he’d ever heard. He loved it and did it several times.

We showered together and he played this fantasy that I was his pregnant little slave and he was taking care of me during my last couple of day pregnancy. He never intimated that I was female. I was a pregnant Male slave!

He soaped up a wash cloth and cleaned me from head to toe sitting next to him on the side of the tub. When he got to my belly he washed it ever so gently, put his ear to it to listen, made it slosh again and laughed.

“Any day now Son! You’re gonna’ have my Baby! You scared boy!”
“A little Sir! But if you’re there in the delivery room to hold my hand I won’t be!”
He ran his hand all over my belly gently washing it again!
“You’re so big you just might have twins!”

“I hope so Sir! Two Kids that are handsome and strong like their Dad! What more could a slave ask Sir?” He stopped for a minute and shifted gears, leaned close to my ear and whispered, “If you ever tell a soul about this you’re a Dead Man!” Then he laughed and back he went into the fantasy.

He finally had enough. We finished showering and he gently toweled me off. Then picked me up in his arms so carefully, carried me to the bedroom and gently laid me out making sure I was comfortable. I assured him I was! A bit bloated but that was to be expected this late in the term! He had this silly little boy laugh when we were playing!
He really let it go and lay down beside me.

“You know it’s three o’clock! Will that go down by morning?”
“If it doesn’t my Master can tell at a glance what went on! Maybe it would be good for Allen to see me this way! Give him some ideas about things?”
“You might be right slave! Let’s see what you look like in the morning.”
“Master? How did you know how to suck my dick to get me off!”

“Hell! I’ve had enough bad Blow Jobs in my day that I knew what I’d like done to me and went from there! Was I alright slave!”
“ Better than alright Master! You were terrific!” He kissed me one last time and held me in his arms. “Would you believe me if I told you I love you slave!”
“I wouldn’t have to try too hard Master! Would you believe me if I told you I have a new respect and love for you! I’ll always be there for you if you need me!”
“Is tonight our secret Master?!”

“For now slave! We’ll see about later. I’m not as uptight about roles as I use to be.”
“Now go to sleep Studdly! You gotta’ get some rest that Baby takes a lot out of you!”
“Good night Daddy Dirk!”
“Good night slave!”

My water broke about two hours later and I had to piss like a Race Horse! I headed to the bathroom and barely got there when my piss started flowing none stop. My belly had almost all gone but all that recycled Beer had gone right through me to my bladder. I pissed and pissed. How could that Man have that big a bladder. Hell, Beau, he’s a big Man! I thought to myself. By the time I finished, my belly was all but gone. I hoped he wouldn’t be disappointed! Well, if he was, he can always fill me up again. I didn’t know how to tell him I had a miscarriage and ......well, you make up the rest!

I went back to sleep and Master Dirk rolled over and threw his arm over me and pulled me close to his big furry body. That Man gave off some body heat! I’d want him next to me on a cold winter’s night in Juno. His warmth relaxed me all over and I really slept well then. We didn’t wake up until nearly nine o’clock. My Master let us sleep in! Big Dirk was bolt upright in bed and looked at my belly. He seemed relieved that it had gone down. We showered again and I sucked him off in the shower. My jaws were sore after that! I helped him get dressed and he reinserted my Plug. My stomach had gone! You couldn’t tell.

He took my leash and kissed me one last time and led me up the stairs. Master Earl and Allen were busy in the kitchen cooking breakfast! Master Dirk took me around to my Master and symbolically handed him my leash. My Master smiled and thanked Master Dirk and did his slave perform well for you. Dirk raised an eyebrow and smiled,
“He was fine Master Earl! You are going to be a lucky Man! I will talk to you in private later Sir!” He said with a wink!

“Certainly Master Dirk! Glad too!” I pitched in and gave them a hand and we had breakfast ready in no time. We ate on the patio! The sun was warm and the day was not yet hot.

“I leave him with one small proviso Master Earl. I need to borrow him for about and hour or two tomorrow afternoon late.”
“He’s your slave for the weekend Dirk! I’m just glad to get to see him!”
“We have some errands to run and we should be back early afternoon and he’s yours from now ‘till tomorrow afternoon about four. That O.K.! We’d like to come back and party with you guys tonight.”
“You know it’s alright! The door to the kitchen is always open! We’ll do something for dinner. Now you guys don’t get food! We’ll take care of it tonight! O.K.?”

“Sure Earl!” Dirk said with a smile.”We won’t have time to get food today any way ‘cause I gotta’ meet a guy over to the Harley shop to take his bike in for Monday. Then we got about five or six other stops to make. We’ll be happy to leave it to you guys! Can we get anything?”

“No!” Said Master Earl emphatically. “Let me this time! We’ll have fun doing it! Right Beaver!”
“Right Master!”
“Beaver?”Questioned Big Dirk

“Oh you haven’t heard the story about Little Beaver! We’ll tell you over dinner! You guys go and get done what you need to do a come on back! If we’re not here we’ll be right back! We may have a last minute run to the store or something.”

Allen and Dirk left us alone to return later that afternoon. We were alone. I got the idea Master Earl fucked his brains out last night so I knew he wasn’t interested in sex. I really wasn’t either. He looked at me and smiled,
“So what do you think of Dirk now!”
“I have a deep respect for him and I love him! I know I keep saying that about every Man in the Family but Master they’re hard not to love. I love them like you love them! I care about them!”

“You don’t have to defend yourself Son! I know exactly what you’re talking about! Dirk is a hard Man not to love! He’d give you the shirt off his back. I’ve loved him and Allen for many years now and I’ve seen Dirk come a long way! He’s become a fine Man over a period of about four years. He wasn’t always this nice. He took some getting use to.

When they came to me about camping out over here I was thrilled. I didn’t know whether I was going to see you this weekend. I invited Master Blanca-Lobos and his slave Zane over for brunch and pool tomorrow afternoon and that’s all! Now! You never know who’s going to drop by!

Look! We have all day to ourselves! What would you like to do with it!” Monty had crawled up in my lap and was asleep. I thought that looked pretty good to me.
“Is there anything around here you need to get done that I can give you a hand with Master?”

“No! I can’t think of any thing! You want to cook tonight or maybe do ribs on the grill?”
“That sound great to me! We could get some of that good potato salad at the deli........”

We had our day planned ! It was a slow, laid back Silverlake summer’s day! We went into the small shops on Silverlake Blvd. The shops on Hyperion. We bought food at the huge Supermarket. We were in Master’s big four wheeling Ford pickemup truck! He and I got a lot of looks from people in the stores. We just ignored them.

Dirk and Allen returned and something was different. They were thicker than thieves. All over each other! Little whispers! Giggles! Poking each other! Dirk would tickle Allen until he was in tears! I’d never seen them this playful.

“Oh! Their always like this after they spend a night with someone else. It just seems to jump start them! Then Dirk fucks Allen for days! You can’t get the smile off Allen’s face.”
“What went on last night? Every few minutes one or the other of you or both would break up laughing! We wondered if you were telling each other jokes!”

“We had fun! Nothing out of the ordinary Master! Master Dirk was a gentleman! Best of Master manners! He gained my respect last night big time! That’s one Man I will never have a hard time kneeling before and paying homage to his boots any time any where!”

“You know, that’s almost the same thing Wes had to say about him the last night he spent with him! He and Wes got very close as Master/slave friends like you’re becoming with Master Zack! Dirk became a confidant of Wes’s and to this day will not tell me any thing they talked about. He tells me if anyone could find a way to come back and kick his ass, Wes would! He believes that! I think I agree with him!

We had a wonderful dinner of barbequed Pork spare ribs, a small salad, potato salad, pinto beans and cold slaw. Great stuff! I ate too much!
We again ended up in the Spa and Allen and Dirk were in a world of their own. Finally they excused themselves early to retire to the downstairs bedroom. Dirk couldn’t wait to get into Allen! It was good to see! I had hoped there wouldn’t be any hard feelings. On the contrary it made the both of them randy as shoats.

My Master was laid back and in a peaceful relaxed mood. We had a couple drinks and sat in the Spa for several hours. We got out every thirty minutes or so and would jump in the pool. The warm water of the pool seemed icy compared to the Spa. I was refreshing and several times we just sat in the shallow in of the pool.

We quietly talked about many things. He told me he had hope again for a future. He had lost sight of any happiness after Wes was killed and wasn’t interested in sex or dating anyone until that day on Silverlake Blvd.

He told me he knew he’d see me again if he had to make up some lame excuse and come by my apartment. “I wanted you from the moment I pulled you over and saw you get off your bike. Then when you asked to clean my boots, I almost pissed my pants. I wasn’t gonna’ let an opportunity like that go by! And here we are almost three months later. Waiting for you to become my property!”

“Master, if by chance some other Master wins the bid and I have to be his slave will you promise me something?”
“Depend on what it is slave!”
“Find yourself another slave as quickly as possible! I don’t think I could stand to think you were not being served by a good slave.”
“I can’t make a promise like that! I don’t know exactly how I’d feel. But I have to much time and love invested in you to lose that bid! Wes hasn’t brought us this far to abandon us now! He is watching over us and he will make it right!

Part III~Brother Wolf

Sunday morning was busy with preparations for Brunch. Allen and I had to Man the kitchen and we had things underway. Each would look at the other, raise our eyes to heaven, andsay, “Were’s the General when you need him?!” Allen no sooner got that out when the door bell rang.” My Master was in that area and went to the door. Who should it be but General Oscar, Billy and Master Bert! God had heard our prayer!

After going through the greeting rituals and shedding of clothes General Oscar and his staff, Billy, came and greeted us. Oscar had gotten into the fun of being General of the kitchen and lined us up. He got a wooden spoon and stuck it under his arm a la Patton.

“All right Troupes! Where are we so far in this battle?”
Allen got into the role fast, “Sir we’ve managed to get several things done in preparation for the assault on the eggs Sir! Chopped onions! Minced parsley! Two dozen eggs out of shells in mixing bowl Sir!”

“Fine report Private! Fine report! Gentlemen! This is our plan of attack.........” And he would bark out assignments! It was great fun! We laughed but Oscar laughed the most. It was his time to shine and he did so brilliantly.

Master Blanca Lobos and Zane arrived on his new Harley. Nice bike! Factory chopper! Stripped for speed! Captain America stripes on the fenders. Big Dirk was the first to greet them in the Car Port! Threw his arms around Master Blanca Lobos and bellowed, “Daddy Wolf! How the fuck are you!” “Fine Dirk! Fine!” Then he hugged Zane and ushered them in.

Zane went through the greeting ritual with all the Masters and all the slaves with Master Blanca Lobos. I showed Zane to the bedroom to undress and complemented him and his Master on the new Bike.

“He just got it Friday and we haven’t been off it for more than two hours since. One good thing! It really makes him horny! He hasn’t fucked me this much since we first got together. I told him to buy two more!” We laughed at his shared joke. Zane was unusually friendly and open. He usually was reserved and quiet! Not shy! Just stuck pretty much with Master Blanca Lobos.

Brunch was served and everyone went to the picnic tables to eat. We put them end to end and there was plenty of room for all. It was a nice treat to have Master Bert, Oscar and Billy drop by. The food always tasted better when Oscar was in charge. He just knew how to cook and did it well. Master Blanca Lobos spoke, “Would the slaves present please just call me Master Wolf! Blanc Lobos in Spanish is White Wolf! And all the Master just call me Woody!”

.After brunch the slaves cleaned everything and went back out to play. It was a nice day and everyone was enjoying themselves. Everyone was finally in the buff! In the pool or Spa. Several of the Masters moved one of the picnic tables down to the pool area to sit around and drink. The conversations were varied . Dirk , Zane, Billy and Allen were in the pool playing water Volley Ball! More grab ass than game but they were having fun.

Master Burt asked Master Wolf, “How long have you known Dirk and Allen, Woody!” “Gosh! About three or four years now! Allen works for me. He’s my receptionist at my Office.”
“And you do Counseling? Therapy for Bikers?” Master Bert inquired innocently.
“It would seem that way Sir! Although I didn’t start out to make a Practice of them alone. Over time, one referral led to another and here I am. I have one client who is not a Biker and he’s thinking about buying one!” He laughed.

“What’s your background Woody?” Pursued Master Bert.
“I was a Social Worker for the County of Los Angeles for many years and they had these work enrichment programs they sponsored. If you wanted to get a Master’s in Social Welfare Degree, MSW, they worked out a program with U.C.L.A.. A person could go to Night School for two years and their Field Work experience would count as credit toward their Degree. The best part was the County picked up the tab!”

“After I graduated someone in the Department thought it would be great fun to appoint me as Official Sexual Reassignment Liaison between the Welfare Department and the Local Medical Facilities that were performing these operations. The people trying to obtain that operation had to go through a certain amount of therapy and be approved before the Hospitals would do the work. It was my job to coordinate all that. The county wanted me to work under a Psychiatrist with these cases for a year and then I would be eligible to get my license as a Psychotherapist to continue for the County. I was indentured to them for a certain number of years for my education!”

“I was taking a few private patients after work and on weekends to try to establish a Private Practice. Buy the time my indentured period was up I had enough Patients to start a minimal Practice. I announced to the County my wish to resign and they asked me not too. Told me I could go ahead with my Practice if they could send all their Sexual Reassignment Applicants to me for Approval or Denial. Sounded good to me! Sucking off Mother County’s tit while having my own Private Practice?? Sweet! Tender!”

“It got to where I couldn’t juggle Patients on my own and needed a receptionist. I put the word out in the Gay Community I was looking for a Gay Man with some experience as a receptionist/secretary. I wanted someone who had some interest in Bikes and Bikers ‘cause I had quite a few Gay Bikers that were playing Master/slave that were coming to me.”

“I had about twenty people want to interview so I set aside three days and made appointments for all of them to interview. All went well except on the last day there was this very small petite woman tastefully dressed wanting to apply for the job. I told her that all the appointments had been made but she begged me to reconsider and at least interview her.”

“I though, ‘What the hell! If she wants to sit there and wait I’ll interview her. I’ll just tell her no! So I agreed to interview her if she wanted to wait. It might be sometime because I still had four to interview. She said she would wait!”

“Everyone had left but her and I ushered her into my Office and sat her down. I thought I would go through the motions of an interview. I asked about last jobs and employers. She had a job with the County doing work for the same department I had been in and I knew the job description of her work. It would certainly work in well with me. Plus she had top notch referrals out the ying/yang! But I wasn’t going to hire her! I wanted a Gay Man within the Biker/Leather crowd. I began to explain to her why there had only been Men in the room for interviews. I really didn’t think she would work out as a lot of my clients were Bikers and could be rough edged sometime.”

She countered with, “Oh that’s O.K. my boy friend is a Biker! He’s a former member of the ‘Satan’s Slaves’ Motorcycle Club!”
“Satan’s Slaves?! Motorcycle Club?!” I thought to myself , “They’re a notorious gang of Outlaw Bikers! What’s wrong with this picture? This tiny woman dressed in a nice pink two piece Jackie O suit with matching pink pill box hat tastefully accessorized ??!!”

“Then I thought I’d hit her with the coup de grace, “I really wanted a Gay Man!”
She smiled knowingly and replied, “Well my real name it Allen!”
“Blew me away! He looked so much like a woman! With out breathing I said,
“Your hired!!” I only allow him to dress in drag on Fridays, his Birthday, and Halloween.”

“I met Dirk and we all became close friends. I fell in love with Allen. Everyone that knows him falls in love with him. I couldn’t keep my hands off of him. I never made sexual advances toward Allen. He was like a perfect miniature toy He’s 'precious'. Not in the way you've heard it used! He simply is a one of a kind person. He’s gentle, unassuming, thoughtful, wise, caring, loving and a loyal friend!”

“He met Dirk at a Gay Drag Bar on Sunset Blvd in Silverlake on a Halloween Night. The bar had a contest for Best Drag. Allen entered and won! Dirk was there with several Straight Bikers that just wanted to have a hoot! They weren’t out for mayhem. They were on their best behavior. Being gentlemen! Dirk saw Allen and fell in love! Talk about love at first sight!”

“He had to have Allen in the worst way! Allen didn't lead him on. Told him he was a Man in drag, that he was very much a Man, and didn't want him to be mislead. Dirk said he didn't care he had never been with a Man but if Allen would show him what to do he wanted him! He wasn’t going to take ‘no’ for an answer! He went home with Allen that night and moved in with him the next week! They had some pretty rough adjustment problems as you might imagine. Dirk being straight and Allen being terminally Gay!”

“Shades of Billy Wilder’s Some Like It Hot! Joe E. Brown chases Jack Lemon all through the movie. The last scene they're on Browns boat and he ask Lemon (in drag) to marry him. "I can't marry you! " Lemon rips off his wig and says,"Oh, for gosh shakes Osgood! I'm a man!" Brown looks at him and shrugs, "Nobody's perfect!" End of film!”

“Anyway, Allen use to come to work wearing sun glasses and moving like he was sore. I finally confronted him and he crawled up into my lap, cried and said, ‘Master Woody, Dirk beats me up!’ I try and try to be good but I sometime forget what he wants and then he beats me up.”

“I was on a friendship basis with Dirk but never pushed him too far. I knew better. He’s a huge man and I value my life! The last time Dirk beat Allen up he was in the hospital for two days! Allen came right back to work. He was staying with a friend and not going around Dirk. He was afraid for his life and well he should have been. Dirk had a mean streak to him that the smallest thing could set him off and he went bananas! Short fuse!”

“It was my habit to stop at my local Gay Bar on the way home from work on Friday afternoons. I had a lot of Biker friends would stop in and we'd talk and relax. Dirk got to be a regular. Not because he was Gay but he like me and several of the other guys that didn’t threaten him. He felt relaxed around us. He would be on his best behavior. He knew I wouldn’t tolerate mean spirited people!”

“Sure enough that Friday afternoon in walks Big Dirk looking meaner that a weeks old pile of cat shit! ‘Woody! I wanna' talk to you!’ He bought two Beers, ‘Over here!’ He motioned to a table in the back. My friends were watching in horror not knowing what was about to transpire. Neither did I for that matter! Dirk slammed my beer down and flopped in the chair. I sat down and thanked him for the Beer. He grunted! We sat there for the longest time. He'd glance at me, take a hit of his beer then look away. Look at me again then drink some more. Finally he barked at me, "You're supposed to be a damn Therapist say something!"”

“I waited for a minute stretched out my legs and said, "Dirk! You're a goddamned fool!" My friends gasped! You could hear a pin drop! He turned to me slowly, raised one eyebrow, and gave me a look that choked off my oxygen supply! I thought to myself, “Woody, you’re a dead Man!!” I truly thought I was gonna' die! That minute! Right there! In a lousy Gay Bar!”
“He kept looking at me and his look slowly changed! His eyes started watering and the next thing I knew I was holding that Huge Bear of a Man blubbering bout Allen hating him. “I'm leaving! I'm afraid I'll kill him I love him so much. I don't want to live without him. On and on and on...You're so goddamned right Woody! I’m the biggest fool that walks this Earth! Oh God! Help me Woody! I've lost the most precious thing I ever had in my life!”

"Seems to me you're telling the wrong Man, Dirk!" I told him.
"I can't find Allen! I've looked everywhere!"
"He's been with me every day at work this week!"
"I didn't think he'd go to work!"
"He loves you Dirk and you love him what's the big problem?"
"It's hard for me to think of myself as Gay!"
"Then don't! Just think of yourself as a straight Man having unusual sex!"

“I told Dirk I would help him but he had to agree to my rules and the slightest infraction would cancel our agreement! He would be on his own! He gave me his word. In fact I drew up a contract between us! We both signed it and I gave him a copy! He had it spelled out in writing what the rules were so he couldn’t fudge! I knew Dirk to be a Man of his word. His Dad had beat that into him as a young boy and Dirk, ate, drank, and slept for the honor of his word. Still does!”

“He agreed to see me for an hour, two times a week, after my work day and Allen had been sent home. I wouldn't allow them to see each other for a month! I had many sessions with Dirk that ran four to six hours of intense therapy. He was slowly changing. Really changing! Not just playing at it! He wanted to change because he wanted Allen and was willing to make the effort.”

“One of their major problems was, every now and then, Dirk had to prove to himself he was still a Man! He would go out and pick up a hooker and fuck her. He wouldn't take her home but Allen knew and would be devastated. Insecure, that he was going to lose Dirk to a woman. It happens in Gay life!”

“Allen loved to ride the 'wild stallion' as he used to call Dirk's dong! Allen moved in with me and Zane. Zane was born with both sex organs. A true hermaphrodite who's family assigned him to be a Girl. Did away with the male organs all together. He knew from an early age that he was more male than female and refused to take the female hormone therapy at puberty! He didn't want to be a woman. He ended up being a Gay man with a cunt. The Kid gave the word "conundrum" new dimensions. He’s fairly well adjusted person despite what he’s been through in life. I don’t know that I would be as well adjusted given the same set of circumstances!”

I was originally told he’d had a sexual reassignment and found a sympathetic Doctor who supplied him with male hormones. He had developed his body to the 'inth degree. He was competition body building material. I fell very much in love with him and he became my slave.”

“About a year after we’d been together he felt so bad that he had lied to me about himself he braved the possibility of losing me to tell me the truth. I was somewhat taken aback but it didn't change my love for him!”

“I finally allowed Allen and Dirk to date! They could have one Saturday night date twice a month. Allen counted the days. I didn't care where they went nor what they did as long as Dirk had Allen back by midnight. He faithfully followed my rules. Even called me Father Woody and Daddy Wolf! Imagine, that big son of a bitch calling me Dad, what a hoot!” We all laughed.

“Dirk continued to improve and I raised their dating to every week. Allen couldn't wait for Saturday night! Dirk got more mellow but still seemed to have a hang up with wanting to fuck a cunt! I had also counseled Allen all this time and he wanted to know if I might consider approving him for reassignment surgery so he could have a cunt like Zane's. He and Zane became very close and they shared everything. Still do!”

“About that same time Dirk was talking to me about Allen becoming his slave. Master Jeb had a class starting in the fall and he wanted Allen to take it. He was changing, why couldn't Allen make an effort. He was right!”

“I talked to Allen and he was all for it. So I began to allow Allen and Dirk to spend weekends together. Still, Dirk had to have Allen back to my place by 9 PM Sundays. Never failed! Started calling me Warden Wolf!” He laughed.

“He was feeling stronger, better about himself and falling twice as much in love with Allen as ever before. Allen worshiped the ground he walked on! Time went by and Allen entered slave training and signed a contract with Dirk”

“I approved reassignment surgery for Allen with no hormone therapy and it was done. The operation was more successful than anyone imagined and Dirk was in heaven. Allen lead him around like a Big Bull with a ring through it's nose. Everyone in the Family fell in love with the two of them. Dirk became known and Ms. Allen’s boy Dirk!"

“Dirk and Allen could care less! They’re too much in love. Dirk has never again laid a hand on Allen in anger. He punishes Allen from time to time. Just withholds the ‘Wild Stallion’ for a week or more and it brings Allen to his knees.”

“Their’s has became a model of Master/slave relationships. He won’t allow anyone else to abuse their slave in front of him. Suggests they may want to reconsider.” He laughed, “Yeah! Reconsider or die! Won’t let anyone outside the Family use fowl language in front of his Little Darlin'!”

“ I still have weekly sessions with Dirk and Allen. I don’t think they really need them now but they say they feel more comfortable meeting with me so we do.”

“That’s a remarkable story Woody! Thanks for sharing it with us. Do you feel you could be betraying Patient /Doctor confidentiality ?” Master Bert questioned.
“If I was a certified Physician yes. Even though I’m not I maintain a high level of privacy for all my Patients. In this case, Dirk and Allen have ask me to tell their story any number of times at private gatherings so I doubt that if you even mentioned it to them they would be the least upset. We can ask them if you like?”

“Oh No! I didn’t mean to question your judgement. I just wondered how you felt.. You’ve answered my question eloquently Sir! Thank you! I apologize if my question was too bold. I meant no disrespect!”

“None taken Master Bert! Besides we’re all Family and it doesn’t hurt to know about your Family. It can only make you love them more to know that they have overcome adversity.”
“Amen to that!” Said Master Earl. We were rejoined by the pool players and Dirk asked what we were talking about. Master Wolf told him he was telling the story of Bad Ass Dirk and Allen. Dirk laughed. “I hope you left out the Bad Ass part! I ain’t to proud of that!” “Well, you should be proud that you’ve become someone else Dirk!” Master Wolf patted him on the back. We all agreed.

The Big Bear of a Man that was about to lead me away on my leash was not the Man that Master Wolf described. He was a whole Man that was just beginning to bloom in life as a good human being. The essence of what any Creator should hope their child to become. A loving, caring, giving person. A greater reflection on the Master that had created him!

We return to the scene of Friday night’s crime and I had him lay on his back with his big hairy legs on my shoulders. I will spare you gentle readers this indulgence because it was something only two people should share in the privacy of their consensual bedroom. Needless to say Master Dirk and I became bonded as Master/slave friends for life! Nothing will ever break that bond!

For those of you that have stronger stomachs for such and are not put off by some of the finer points of Man sex use your imagination when I ask you if an R.C. Cola and a Big Moon Pie means anything to you?

Two weekends later, at Master Zack’s, in the desert, Big Dirk handed the Dungeon Master two brand new, crisp, one hundred dollar bills.
“What’s this for?” The Dungeon Master asked.
“It’s for your slave! For services rendered!” He smiled the silliest smile and walked away.

End Part XX~Bear Dance (Please see Dedication below)
Waddie Greywolf
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I thought it appropriate to Dedicate this part, Bear Dance, to my friend and constant supporter Kuma Chan (Little Bear in Japanese.) .He is a fellow writer and writes some of the most marvelous stories about Bears, Wolves, Tigers, Pandas, Dogs in an anthropomorphic form. If you want a delightful evening’s read try his stories at:
http://www.furnation.com/kuma-chan

*(that’s piking! as in piker!)