THE TIES THAT BIND X(C)~Mt. Washington Rough Riders

By Waddie Grewolf

PART~X(C)Mt. Washington Rough Riders

Part I~Lone Coyote

{b}“What is there so lonely,

as the wolf’s cry at midnight?

His Master’s smell on the sheets,

his slave lies engulfed, naked, and alone!”

Canto 12 ~Slaves’s Song~ W. D. Dux{/b}

I opened my eyes to see two beautiful, giant, steel-grey eyes looking into mine.

“Good Morning!” My Master said softly.

“What a nice way to wake, looking into the loving eyes of my good Master!”

“They are indeed loving eyes and are looking at you wondering how I was

ever blessed to know you let alone share love with you?”

“Woah! Steady big fellow! I be NO saint! I feel the same about you!”

“You had a connection with Blaine years before I did. I heard all the other Twilight Zone stories of you meeting Earl. Wes being you lover in Nam. I’m

wondering how I fit into all this.”

“Maybe it’s not real complicated Master Ox. Maybe it’s simple. You decided to give love another chance.”

“Perhaps you’re right! I’m not going to be maudlin! I’m going to

enjoy what love we can share and not let “if only I had.....” thoughts ruin it.

Our time together may be brief but I’m going to make the most of it. So

kiss me slave and be quick about it!” he leaned over me and gently kissed me.

“Damn! Master, that be fine! Good morning to you too! Did Babe put you

up to this? Does he want Little Beaver to go for a ride this morning?” He laughed.

“He had input, as it were, but that was from ME heart!”

“I love you, Jim.” I said quietly.

“I love you too, Beau.”

“Let’s get up! I can smell coffee coming from the kitchen.” Master was pulling

his leathers out of the closet to put on. He sat his big boots out as well. I had remembered an old cleaning rag in the bathroom and got it. I grabbed his big

boots and sat on the floor with my back against the bed to clean them. I put one

between my legs and wedged it tight against my cock and balls then locked my legs in front of it to squeezed it harder against them. The huge shaft of the leg came to exactly right under my nose! I cleaned the one real good while inhaling the other. Then switched. Master Jim watched me with a certain amount of pride and approval of my self initiated actions! He looked at me like a proud pappa pleased and amused to see his Son imitating his actions to be like Dad! He told me it turned him on to see his slave boy sniff his boots! He wasn’t lying! I had the final laugh! He couldn’t get Babe stuffed into his Cod piece. Kept poking

out the top winking at me.

I helped him put his boots on! Again holding each squarely in my crotch. He would feign difficulty getting them on and really press hard on my cock and balls just to the point of real pain then his big foot would magically slip in place. I loved the big Man for indulging me that game! His final thing to pull on was his

leather vest that he wore without a shirt. Fuck he looked hot with his massive

hairy chest and his huge dark brown nipples that made my dick hard just to think

about sucking!

“Do you want me to put something on Master?”

“My slave doesn’t wear clothes in private!” He smiled wickedly.

“Did that answer you’re question slave?”

“Yes Master! Thank you Master!” He put his arms around me and put his forehead against mine.

“I like to see my slave this way! I’m proud of you on my arm. I want to show you off. There’s an old Man out there that would have a heart attack if you walked out

there with clothes on and I for one don’t want to have to call the paramedics.” He joked with me.

“Furthermore his slave won’t have clothes on and I know he hasn’t gotten enough of playing with you. Don’t worry, Blaine doesn’t have a jealous bone in his body! If he thinks Beryl wants someone he’ll hog tie ‘em and tell ‘em to just relax his Master will get around to fucking them in a few minutes! You think I’m joking! I’m not ! I’ve seen him do it! Sometime to a straight biker that Beryl might have mention had a nice ass! Blaine would disappear and after a while come back and say, “When would you like to fuck so-in-so Dad! I’ve got him waiting for you!” “Beryl would smile scratch his chin and tell him,

“Oh, after I have another beer Son!” Blaine would have the guy spread eagle

on his stomach, hands and feet staked and roped, his mouth gagged, his ass well greased just lying waiting like a Christmas turkey to be stuffed. Beryl

would thank Blaine, kiss him, let Blaine get him good and hard and go in the

tent and fuck the guy. Believe it or not they had a seventy five percent return rate!

Even from the straight guys! Beryl wasn’t out to hurt any one and would take it

slow until he got ‘em opened up! Then even the straight guys would get drunk

and come back around to see if they could get Blaine to tie them up again for

Beryl. Blaine made a lot of money on the side he never told his Dad about! He

learned selling a person could be a two way street. He swore me to secrecy when

I caught on to what he was doing! I just thought it was fucking haliarious !”

“I know you and him have some secret agreement between you which I think is wonderful and I’m proud of you for bonding with him that quickly. He doesn’t

let a lot of people as close as he has you in such a short period of time. So don’t be shy if he wants to use you, you are ordered to pleasure him the best you can!

I would share you in a minute with either of them. So if the New penny thing had to do with you getting fucked? You just tell him, I get to watch! He won’t have any problem with that!”

“I don’t need any reasons for you not to wear anything but the main reason is to

remind you I am your Master and I love you! So get use to it!” He kissed me on the forehead and went to the closet and got something out of his big heavy biker jacket and came back to me. He had brought his leash and hooked it to my collar.

I fell to my knees and kissed his boots. I found his waiting hand and kissed it

then put it to my forehead, “Get up here I’m gonna’ show YOU love slave!”

I threw my arms around him and told him, “I’m so damn proud to call you Master!” Then we kissed a long and well thought out kiss.

He grabbed my leash,

“Come puppy! Follow your Master! But first do I need to take you outside to

lift your leg?” He really thought his joke was funny. So did I!

I followed Master Jim into the living room where the small kitchen

was and Blaine was busy in the kitchen while Big Beryl sat on a bar stool

at the counter. Blaine had no clothes on either. Beryl saw me on the leash

and put his hand out for Master Jim to hand him the leash. Master Jim

gave him the leash and smiled. I knelt in front of Beryl and kissed each one of

his boots and he held is hand down for me. I lovingly kissed the back and put

it to my forehead. “Get your pretty ass up here slave and give this old Master

some good lovin’! Beryl pulled me to him with the leash, grabbed it up close to my neck to control my head, held it tight, leaned forward and kissed me. I threw

my arm around his neck and pulled myself to him to kiss him back.

“Good morning me pretty!” he made it sound like an old sea pirate.

“‘morning Captain!” I said in character. He hugged me and laughed.

Blaine set coffee on the counter for Master Jim and I. Everyone exchanged

Good morning greetings. Beryl open his legs and pulled my backside into

him and put both arms around me, his big legs around my legs and locked his boots in front of me. His right hand went to my crotch to hold my cock and balls cradled in his big paw. He didn’t fondle me nor squeeze them, he just held them like he was protecting them, keeping them warm.

I leaned back against him for comfort and support. He was like leaning against

the Berlin wall.

“So you want to learn to Harley ride your Masters cock! Huh slave?” he said with amusement in his voice.

“I’d sure like to try, Master Beryl!”

“Just call me Beryl or Dad, Son!”

“Yes Sir, Dad!”

“That’s better!”

“Do you guys have to be back this evening?”

“Yeah, Beau has to go to work tomorrow and I’ve got some business in L.A.

tomorrow morning! We only rode out for the night!”

“Too bad, some of the guys we use to ride with may drop by this afternoon

late and I’d hoped you could be here to see them. Breed said he might stop

by. You remember Breed? About Blaine’s height, good looking, built like a

fireplug!”

“Yeah, I remember Breed! Ornery little cuss! Would pick a fight with the meanest son of a bitch in camp just to prove himself a man. How many times did you and I have to keep some dude from killing him? Straight arrow until he had a few then he wanted to swap spit with you and play with your dick ‘till dawn. He wanted to go with men in the worse way but just never could let himself cross that barrier. I damn near got my dick in him one night, remember?!”

“Yeah! That’s Breed! He’s mellowed a lot though. Owns a ranch not far from here and works as a mechanic for some shop in Yucca Valley. He jumped across

in a big way and took a smart, college educated, good looking Kid as a slave. Mistreated the Kid something terrible and the Kid ran away! Breed looked for the Kid for a year or more and didn’t find hide nor hair of him.”

“Yeah, where Dad hid him he’ll never find him!”

“Blaine!?!” Beryl said sternly then smiled a guilty smile.

“Well hell Jim, you should have seen what he did to the Kid. Not just once but

several times. Finally, to keep Blaine from going over there and killing him,

I had to do something. The Kid loved him but was scared to death of him.

When I was really sure the Kid wanted out and wouldn’t go back to him and tell

him, we helped him! I sent him to Jeb. You were away on a tour and I don’t think ever met him. His name was Skip! I think Jeb changed his name when he sold him. He was half Japanese and Jeb used his Jap name when he sold him.

“Yoshie?!” I said.

“Yeah, that’s it!” said Big Beryl “How’d you know Beau?”

“He’s my boss’s slave. He’s putting him through Medical School at USC.! God!

Maybe I shouldn’t have said anything!”

“No one will hear it from Dad and I!” Blaine said.

“I hate the son of a bitch but Dad still makes me treat him like a Master every

time he comes around. Even loans me out to him once in a while. He pays Dad damn good money to use me so I do my best to pleasure him. He’s gotten better at sex with a man than he used to be. He fucking loves my cunt! When you’re a slave you do what your Master orders you to! Last time I didn’t, I didn’t get fucked for a whole Goddamned month and he wouldn’t loan me out either. Talk about humping door knobs!! Shit!! I hate to admit it but my old Man knows how to bring a slave to his knees without violence. In all these years Dad has never hit me with his fist! If you look closely at my ass and back you will notice tail-tail scars but I damn well deserved every one of ‘em! I wear ‘em with pride ‘cause the Man that owns me cared enough about me to put ‘em there! I ain’t there yet but one day I hope he can say I’m his loving and obedient slave!”

“Aaahh, you’re not so bad now, you twit!” Big Beryl said. “We would be the

last to say anything to him about Skip! He can be a mean son of a bitch when he

wants to be. Then he can be the most giving person we know. He’s always willing to help with any project we have around here but we’ve helped him too.”

Blaine had started breakfast and I asked Big Beryl if I could help him. He said

no that the kitchen was too small.

“Far be it from me to contradict a Master but it doesn’t look to small to me, Sir!”

“It isn’t Beau!” said Blaine laughing, “The old Man just wants to play with you!

He thinks you are a little bit of O.K.! I thought I never would get to sleep last night! All I heard was, Beau this and Beau that for hours!” He laughed wickedly

for his imitation of Beryl. “Besides, my Hero, I’ve got everything covered, except my ass!” he laughed again. “He loves a slave on a leash! I spend half my Goddamned life hiding leashes!” We all fell out laughing at Blaine. He was funny!

“You know Blaine,” said Beryl, “I’m damn proud of us to hear that Skip has a good Master and is going to become a fucking Doctor! Can you beat that?”

“You should be proud, both of you!” Said Big Jim. “I probably would have done

the same thing and have! Jeb and I had to kidnap my nephew Wes out of a brothel in T.J.!”

“I didn’t know Wes was your nephew, Jim!” said Beryl. “What the hell was he doing in a Mexican brothel?”

“He never would say but the nearest Jeb and I could put together was his last

Master was a crazy son of a bitch and sold him to be a fuck-butt boy for

any Mexican with twenty pesos in his pocket. They kept him straddled a one foot wide by four foot long wooden bench completely nude, with his wrist chained up to a ring in the wall. You could sit on the bench and fuck him. Jeb and I got the caretaker drunk, I had a pair of bolt cutters in my coat, we got him free, put him in the bed of Jeb’s old truck, covered him with old paint canvas, fishing boots, beer cooler, fishing gear, folding chairs, like we had been fishing. Drove back across

the border got Wes out of the back covered him in blankets and drove home.”

“You remember old Hank that use to love those whore houses outside Vegas?”

“Yeah!”

“He liked to go to that brothel and fuck the Mexican whore’s but he saw this Kid

chained up and he looked like a white boy. He thought a piece of boy-butt might

be a nice change so he bought and hour with him. He said he was pretty good

so he bought another couple hours with him and somehow found out he was

a slave in the group and an American citizen. He found out his name and when he told Jeb and I, we knew immediately who it was! We were down there the next day!

Jeb and I kept Wes, to let him recover, for over a year. I took him to the gym

three times a week and Jeb worked on his self confidence. Then Jeb trained

him his way to be a slave and sold him to Earl D.”

“I don’t care what anyone says about Earl D. Shaw he made Wes bloom. Wes needed exactly what Earl could give him. I have no problem having this Kid I love become his slave. Of all the Masters out there, other than you Beryl, Earl is the only one I would want to see Beau with! I know he won’t be mistreated! He’ll be loved and appreciated and he too will probably bloom under Earl! They’ll probably become the envy Master/slave of the group! Beside that, I hate to admit it but that Earl is one hell of good looking Man. I saw him the other day and he’s

obviously a Man in love and he looks it! He radiates it! I wouldn’t even attempt

to stand in the way at this point! I love Beau so much I want to know that he’s

happy. If it can’t be with me then I’m glad for Beau it’s gonna’ be Earl”

“Well, he is a good Man!” said Beryl. “Will you see him this week Beau?”

“Yes Sir.”

“Tell him Hello for us and to give us a call. We’ll be here for a month or more.”

Blaine was dishing up food placing it in front of the two Masters first. Beryl

slipped me his and whispered, ‘I’m undisputed Goddamned Master of this house

you do as I tell you slave! Your Master told me I was!” He roared with laughter.

“You’re a kind Man, Dad.” I said and kissed him on the cheek.

“Eat boy! You’re too skinny!”

“Damn Blaine! This is good!” I told him. We all agreed! We continued talking

during breakfast.

“Could you give your boss a message to give to ‘Yoshie, is it?’?” Beryl asked.

“Could I ask Master Jeb’s permission to relay your message to my Boss, Dad?”

“Certainly! If Jeb says no don’t worry about it! It’s not all that important. We’re

just thrilled to know every thing worked out for him and he’s doing well! If Jeb

says it’s O.K. tell his Boss that we love him and are thrilled to hear he’s doing

well. Not to feel bad about contacting us. We’d rather he didn’t right now for

his sake! That’s all!”

“I’ll asked Jeb too for you!” said Big Jim.

I helped Blaine clean up after breakfast and we talked while our Masters talked.

We caught up on people we knew together in Nam and what we heard happened

to them.

“Blaine, remember my corpsman buddy ‘Box’? The short good looking little dude

that Wes and I use to hang out with?”

“The one we called ‘Boxer’ ‘caused he wouldn’t wear anything else but boxer underwear? Said that jockeys limited cock growth, boxers allowed the jewels

to breathe and then would take in a deep breath to illustrate?” We both fell out laughing.

“Yeah! Yeah! That’s him! All the time Wes and I were together I know he knew

we were fucking like minks, but he never said a word. We never flaunted it in

front of him but everyone knew. Fortunately for Wes and I, we had you and the

five guys I got out of those cages to disparage any talk. And old Box was so laid

back, loved his pot, if he knew he’d never tell anyone. I think his first name was Larry or Lawrence, something like that! Anyway, I was at this big annual gay bike run to Badger Flats over Labor Day weekend about three years ago. It’s jointly sponsored by a gay bike club from L.A. and one from San Francisco. Well guess who I run into on a bike with so much leather on you’d swear the cow was an endangered species?”

“Boxer?”

“Yes! And his little slave boy! He had been working out and was some kinda

hot, let me tell you! Made my old cock drip! And this little slave he had on a

short leash was a miniature Chuck Conners! Had every Master at the run trying

to buy time with the poor Kid! Wouldn’t have minded about forty five minutes with him myself! Hell, I would have settled for thirty with the both of ‘em!”

“I would never imagined Boxer......”

“Yeah! Me neither! But there he was and a big member of one of the bike clubs out of San Francisco! He didn’t recognize me at first! Hell, I had to do a double take to recognize him. When I walked toward him he recognized me and smiled only the way old Boxer could, snapped his fingers to his slave, and the Kid fell to his knees and kissed my boots. First time I ever had that happen to me and I didn’t know the proper response at the time! The poor Kid just sat there ignored as I embraced Box. Finally, I grabbed hold of his leash and Box let go. I yanked him up to my face and looked at him as mean as I could and asked him,

“You taking good care of your Master slave?”

“I hope so Sir!”

“I hope so too boy ‘cause if I ever hear your not, I’ll personally kick your ass!”

“Yes Sir! I understand, Sir!”

“I’m glad you understand Son! So I can be really sure, show me how you

kiss your Master when you want to show him how much you appreciate

being his slave! Thought the Kid was gonna’ rape me! A damn crowed gathered and Box kept giggling he was so proud of his boy! I pulled away from him and

told him,

“Well, shit! That’s one ass kicking I’m gonna’ have to cancel!”

“What did old laid back Boxer say?”

“I thought he was gonna’ come unglued at the hinges he was laughing so hard!”

“He always did have a dry wit and good sense of humor!”

“Well, they made a good looking couple. The envy of all Master/slaves there!

“I’m glad to hear that about old Box! He was a good man!”

We no sooner finished than we heard a bike pull into the front of the

house. Blaine could see out the kitchen window,

“It’s Breed Dad!”

“O.K.! Now remember Blaine.....”

“I know Dad! I’ll be a good slave ‘cause I love you!”

“I’ll make it up to you Son!”

“Jim grab Beau’s leash so he’ll know you own him. Beau you’ll have to treat him

as a Master too or he’ll get insulted.”

“He will Beryl! He’ll do what I tell him! He’s my slave until he’s sold.”

I was proud of Big Jim! He knew I’d do anything he ordered me to.

Breed came in and hugged and kissed Big Beryl and saw Jim and smiled real big as he came to kiss and hug him. Then Dad snapped his fingers at Blaine and Blaine knelt in front of Breed and kissed each of his boots. Breed put his hand down and Blaine kissed the back of it and put it to his forehead. “Up slave and show this Master love!” Blaine rose and threw his arms around Breed and kissed him.

“Breed this is my slave Beau!” Breed looked me up and down like a thirsty man

looking at a tall glass of water, smiled a strange approving smile and nodded.

Master Jim snapped his fingers for me to kneel in front of him. I did and kissed

each of Breeds boots, which were pretty damn hot, and found his hand waiting.

I kissed the back and put it to my forehead, I was waiting for him to respond but

he was quiet for a moment, then fell to his knees in front of me, took his

hand and raised my chin to look directly into my eyes, and said from the depths

of his soul, “Pretty slave. Please, kiss me!” I wasn’t going to hold back from a Man that had the balls to bring himself to my level and sincerely ask for something he needed. I threw my arms around his neck and gave him a hot mouthy kiss! He returned it as he put his arms around me and gently pulled me closer! He pulled away, looked me in the eye again and quietly said, “Thank you! You’re a beautiful slave! I think you are a naturally giving Man and I appreciate your gift. It’s been a long time since I had a slave give so willingly to me! You have a wonderfully giving Master as well and I’m certainly glad for both that you

have each other!”

He got up and helped me up and hugged me again. He held me at arms length and

looked at my face, turned his head slightly to a tilt, looked puzzled, “Have we met

before Beau?” I looked at him and replied, “Well, you look familiar but I can’t remember meeting you.” He took my leash and handed it to Big Jim!

“Thank you Jim! He’s a fine looking slave! One to be proud of! Then he smiled wickedly and joked,

“Give you a dollar for ‘em!” Jim just laughed. Then he turned to me and spoke,

“I’m only kidding Beau! I meant that as a compliment but I’m kinda backward

when it comes to saying the right things to folks. I never had anyone teach me

proper while I was growing up and I’ve hurt a lot of people because I was too dumb to realize.

I sure don’t want that to happen no more. I lost my slave because I was too Goddamned mean to him and he only wanted to serve and love me. I drove him

away and I’m so Goddamn sorry for it! I did to him what I had done to me as

a Kid and I wouldn’t wish that on any body, yet I did it to him. I’ve been going

to a therapist for about a year and a half now and some day I’m gonna’ try to

get me another slave to love. But I want to make damn sure I treat him right and

deserve his love. Another couple years of therapy I might be ready.”

“Sounds like to me you’re doing something positive to correct that problem

and maybe that’s half the battle. You know what they say, the longest journey

starts with the first step!” I responded to him. He was listening closely to my voice as well as my words.

“Damn Jim! He’s not only a good looking som’ bitch he’s a smart one too!”

“Thank you Master Breed!” I said.

“Just call me Breed, Beau! You too, Blaine! I appreciate your respect but I’m

gonna’ try to work to earn that title.” However, I ain’t ready to give up having

you slaves kiss my boots! It’s about the only thing these days that gets my dick

hard!” Then he laughed heartily.

He kept looking at me and tilting his head one way then the other. He walked closer and spoke to Jim,

“May I examine your slave Jim.” Master Jim simply handed him my leash.

“I really like a slave on a leash. It sort of finishes them off. You see Beau, that came out wrong! I’m sorry!” I laughed and grabbed him close to me.

“I understood what you meant Breed. My Master gave you my leash and I’m

comfortable with that! You seem like a good hearted Man! So examine me Sir, I’d be honored!” “Thank you slave, turn around for me, please!” “Yes Sir!” I turned half way around and winked to Big Jim. He ran his hand down my back like he was checking out a fine horse.

“Spread you legs about three feet and bend at the waist, please!” I did as

ordered and he saw my plug.

“May I feel your plug Beau?” “Certainly Breed, you don’t need to ask, my

Master has given you permission, I have no say in the matter!” He gently felt it and pressed on it lightly a couple of times.

“Damn that thing is huge! It’s in there tight! Looks hot slave! Now stand up straight for me please!” I did as he ordered “Now please turn back to me!” I did!

He looked down and became a bit bolder, “I’m going to examine your cock and

balls now, I won’t hurt you! I threw my hips slightly forward to make them more available to him. He very gently took my cock and balls in his rough hands and carefully examined them. He even pulled the foreskin all the way back to expose the head of my cock and rubbed the exposed head with his rough thumb. I whinced. “Sorry, I didn’t realize it would be that sensitive slave! I’m cut so I don’t understand that sort of thing and I wanted to see if it was sensitive! I didn’t mean to hurt you! I promise!”

“You didn’t hurt me Sir! It’s just sensitive! No harm done!”

“Now please! Give me one more kiss!” I kissed him and didn’t hold back. I liked

him. I thought he was a hot little motherfucker. My old cock started getting hard

when he finally pulled away. He saw my erect dick and got a twinkle in his eye

and said, “Thanks for the kiss and the compliment slave!” He handed my leash back to Big Jim.

“And thank YOU Jim!” and stuck out his hand for Jim to shake. Jim took his hand and told him,

“You’ve changed Breed! I think you may be developing some manners and thoughtfulness!” Breed just beamed.

“The way you just handled my slave was a credit to any Master!”

“It certainly was Breed!” Chimed in Beryl.

“Impressed the the shit outa’me! Stated Blaine.”

The Man just beamed with the praise.

“You get my vote too, Breed!”

“Your’s was the one I was hoping for Beau!” We all laughed at his joke.

“You want a beer Breed?” Blaine asked him.

“Anyone else drinking?”

“We just finished breakfast! I’ve got some left if you’re hungry!” Blaine offered.

“That would be better than drinking this early Blaine, if you don’t mind!”

“For you Breed! Not a problem!” Blaine got busy in the kitchen warming the

leftover eggs.

“You need help Blaine” I asked.

“You heard what Dad said, my Hero slave Bro.!”

Blaine set Breed up to eat at the bar and fixed him a cup of coffee!

Beryl walked up behind me and slipped his huge arms around my waist and grabbed my cock and balls again, kissed me gently on the neck, and spoke in a low, confidential tone of voice,

“I got one New Penny last night but I’ll give you credit if I don’t collect the other one today.” I turned to him and kissed him on the cheek.

“I’d appreciate it, Dad, if you’d charge me interest at a compound rate! He just broke up laughing.

“You’re a wicked slave-boy, Beau! You know that turns this old man on when you talk shit like that.”

“God, I hope so! At least I’m a slave that knows how to spend his pennies!” I said in resignation. He laughed again.

“If I ask Jim real nice you think he would give you permission to ride me the way you rode him last night and let Blaine watch. Watching you ride Jim got me so damn hot I almost came! Blaine thought it was pretty damn hot too. It looked like something I would really enjoy and if Blaine could get some idea what you were doing I could start training him to get me off that way. It’s time my old Muley slave learned a new trick to pleasure his old Man. I need to start using his ass more. I love his little cunt but I do miss fucking his ass. If I let him go too long without punching his hole it takes him a while to work back up to taking all of me. Maybe a plug might help, what’dya’ think, Darlin’?”

“I think it’s helped me Dad! I’ve gotten so use to it, it’s part of me now but you

never get so use to it that it isn’t a constant reminder of who put it there and why!

You’d think I resent having to wear something like that all the time but I don’t! I even tried cheating one night when I was going out and had to go home and put it back in, I felt so empty. I don’t think my Master even understands how much I love him for making me wear it! Does that sound warped Dad?”

“Fuck no! Look how long it’s taken me to convince Blaine that his only purpose in life is to serve me! He was never gonna’ submit to me totally. He knew from the first night that once I took him, there was no turning back. If he submitted to me that night he would forever be my slave. I would not hear nor tolerate any excuses. I would not take no for an answer! He had to make damn sure the intensity of my passion for him was something he wanted. Then he said the two magic words!”

“What’s that, Dad?”

“Fuck me!”

“Blaine was never mean spirited! He could be, but never with me! I knew he loved me ‘cause he’d never stray far. He was just mischievous! He wanted his kake and mine too! I knew I had to do something radical to convince him how seriously important his being my slave meant to me and ultimately to him. Once he was on that operating table in T.J his greatest fear wasn’t losing everything, it was whether I was gonna’ still want him as my slave. Once I assured him that was why he was on the operating table he looked at the two Mexican Doctors and said, “Make me the finest pussy you can for my old Man and make it big!” Then he passed out from the shot they gave him. He never once agonized over the change. In fact the first time I used it, he came after about five minutes. Said he’d never had an orgasm like that in his life. We’re still close friends with the two good looking Mexican surgeons. We stay with them every time we go to T.J. They both fuck Blaine every time we go down!”

“My Master has already ordered me to give you or Blaine any pleasure you might ask of me as long as he gets to watch!”

“Oh, fuck! That’s no problem for either of us! In fact, if you guys come out again

Blaine and I talked it over and we’d love to watch Jim work you over. That man

fucks like a wild animal”

I smiled knowingly. “Why do you think I gave him the name Babe the Giant Blue

Ox!”

“Paul Bunyan’s Ox?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Shit! It all fits! Now I see the different names are all one! Cleaver Little Beaver!” He patted me on the butt.

“I wouldn’t do that, Master, if you’re wearing jewelry!

“Why’s that Son?”

“You might lose it in the vacuum!” He threw back his head in laughter.

“Beau you are so damn wicked, I love you boy!”

“Well, I know I love the both of you all ready! No one has ever treated me with

greater kindness and hospitality.....and, on top of that, I got me ticket punched by a fourteen incher to boot! One New Penny bought me one hell of a lot of Dick!”

“Oh God! Your bad!” He roared with laughter.

“I’m gonna’ ask your old Man if I can turn you over my knee and spank that

ass of your’s until I get it all nice a warm and red! Just ripe for eatn’!

“Hell Dad! You don’t have to asked, he’s already given you permission through me! You feel like doing it, just do it! But I gotta’ warn ya’!”

“How’s that salve?”

“The third or fourth swat from your big paw I’ll come all over you! I make a mess! But I’d sure as hell love to be made to lick it off you!” My cock was getting rock hard in the old Man’s paw.

“Now look what you’ve done to me Dad! Aren’t YOU ashamed to do that to a

defenseless inexperienced slave boy?” He laughed even harder and Breed was

watching enthralled.

“Sweet Jesus! What’d I do to deserve this! Two Man-slaves that can wrap this

poor old Master around their fingers!” He couldn’t stop laughing.

“Woah! Child I thought my boy could talk some shit but I think you got him

beat!” We both laughed.

“I’m... NOT... blowing...... smoke.... up your ass Dad!” I said emphatically. “Master Jeb punished me yesterday for coming when he ordered me not too. I tried hard not too but he felt so damn good I couldn’t stop it. He wasn’t going to punish me but I begged him so it would help me learn. He let me pick the paddle and the number of hits. I picked a big one with holes in it and told him I should have at least twenty hits. I don’t think he wanted to give me that many but he abided by my wishes. On the seventeenth hit I came on his boot.”

“Damn Son! That makes me hot! You know I trained Blaine to come when I used the whip on him. Now he can come after about eight or nine hits from my bull whip. I’d sure as hell like to use my whip an that little sweet ass of yours.”

“Don’t ask, do it! I’ll just tell my Master it would bring you pleasure to whip my ass! Done! He’d just tell me to make him proud! I know him that well by now! Please, Dad, don’t ever tell me I’m bad again! Just look what you’ve done to me!” Old swinger was straight eight and saluting. He looked and stroked my hard dick with his massive paw and roared with laughter.

“You know Beau! I think we’re both bad, Son! I won’t change if you promise not too! Shit! I gotta’ have some reason to whup your little butt!”

“Deal! Dad!”

I noticed Breed kept looking at me and Dad fascinated with our banter! I could see something running through his mind. Then he would smile at me and I’d nod back as I was talking softly to Big Beryl. He sure took notice when old swinger got hard. He got this shit eating grin on his face that implied some very nasty thoughts. My kinda Man!

Breed finished and Blaine took his plate to clean.

“That was great Blaine, thanks!”

“Why’d you call Beau ‘Hero’ a while ago Blaine? Did he get a cat out of a tree?” We all laughed.

“Something like that Breed” I told him.

“I’m not gonna’ shine Breed on, Beau! What I just witnessed a minute ago impressed the hell out of me! You’re changing Breed and I for one have a much

better opinion of you than I use to. With that you deserve more respect from me!

You deserve the truth Breed! Beau and I have know each other for over twelve years. He only came back into my life again last night, after what, Beau, eight, nine years? You know I walk with a limp! This Man saved my life in Nam. He not only cut me out of a bamboo holding cage the VC had me in, he carried me on his back forty two miles through enemy territory to safety. He saved six other guys at the same time. I was his ranking officer but he got me back safe. He was a non com navy corpsman and didn’t know how to shoot a gun. He was awarded seven purple hearts and the Bronze Star for heroism.

Breed looked at me with glazed eyes as if looking at a far away place and said,

“I was over there in that stinking hell hole! I got shot pretty bad at ply mae and there was this corpsman that took his time to patch me up in the field. Three other corpsmen passed over me as too wounded to help. Let him die there are others less wounded that they felt they would have a better chance of saving. One even told me that as he was patching up my buddy. I was lying there with my guts on the ground. This guy was really good and the Docs said if he hadn’t taken the time to do what he did I’d be dead. He cared enough to stop to help me when the others wrote me off!

He stayed with me till the last e-vacs got to me. All the other corpsmen left on the first or second e-vacs and left the guys there bandaged. He never left me. He calmed me, lit cigarettes for me, held me in his arms, even kissed me on my neck for comfort like it was the most natural thing in the world for him to do, and swore to me I was gonna’ make it, he’d seen much worse than me pull through. Someone told me later he had several medals but threw away the last four purple hearts. The only name I knew they called him was‘Squid’!

Blaine had known my nickname and watched me closely! He saw me turn white and ran to catch me. Steady Beau! Hold on to me Bro.! Hold on Beau! But Dad already had hold of me from the back and felt my knees buckle! I put my arms around Blaine and started weeping uncontrollably with Blaine and Beryl for support!

“Oh God no! Did I say something wrong Blaine!”

“The slave you just examined is your ‘Squid’, Breed!”

“OH God in heaven! What have I done?” Said Breed as his legs began to go out from under him.

Big Jim jumped to catch Breed and lowered him to the floor!

Beryl was right there with Blaine and me with his big arms around the both of us as Blaine lost it too. I heard Big Jim’s voice,

“Beau, Blaine hold this man he needs you both!”

We went to Breed who was curled up against Big Jim’s chest in a fetal position and put our arms around him and pulled him to us. The three of us let the

pain, the hurt, the confusion, the stupidity, the anger, the frustration, the waste of it all come out! Beryl and Master Jim had their arms around all three of us. We remained that way for some time crying, wailing, rocking back and forth with each other until our guts hurt and our tear ducts became painful. All became quite for a long minute. Then I started laughing and so did Breed, then Blaine. We had made the transition from depression to a manic state slightly embarrassed at our

inability to control our emotions.

“Oh God,” I cried “will we never heal?” “What must our Masters think of us?

Look at us! We’re a mess! God Breed! You were right Bro. you knew me from

somewhere but you just couldn’t quite figure it out! Your name is Breedlove!”

He lit up like a pinball machine that just went ‘Tilt’!

“You remembered my name?!”

“Yeah, Jimmy Mack Breedlove! From Cut’n Chute Texas! How could I forget a name like that?”

Breed hugged and kissed me again. “You know, Beau, I was so Goddamned scared that day that I was gonna’ die! I saw my guts spilled out all over the

ground and you lit me a cigarette and told me not to watch while you scooped

‘em back in my belly with your hands! Tears were running down Breeds face, “you bound me up and shot me up with morphine, the pain went away but the fear didn’t! You stayed there when the rest of the corpsmen went out on the first or second e-vacs! You stayed there with me, assuring me I wasn’t gonna’ die, ‘till they came for me. You lit more cigarettes for me and told me you wouldn’t leave me and you didn’t ‘till the hewey took us both! Look! He raised his shirt and I saw the massive scars and remembered vividly how it looked ten, eleven years ago, when I had literally shoveled his guts back into him and picked the leaves and twigs out of his intestines with my fingers! I touched it, and it all came rushing back to me as if it were yesterday and I my head fell into his lap, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist, my body dry heaving and spasming, as he gently stroked my head and kissed me all over! I owe you my life, Beau! I wouldn’t have lived if you’d of left me! I was so afraid I would have given up! You didn’t give up, you were so sure of yourself and I thought, ‘Well, hell, he’s a medic he must know!”

He started crying again and his tears were like hot rain on my face. I reached up and put my arm around his neck and pulled him down to me. He leaned over and gently kissed me on the forehead and whispered,

“Thanks for saving my life, Beau!”

“I tried to send you a letter to thank you. I sent it to ‘Squid’ ‘cause nobody knew

your real name. Everybody knew ‘Squid’ so I thought it might get to you!

“I got it Jimmy! Return address Cut’n Chute, Texas! I just never wrote back ‘cause by that time I was so burned out I was on drugs most of the time. I was over there seven fucking years!”

“My first response would be to say to the three of us: Let’s get drunk!”

“No!” said Breed, “that doesn’t help. It only makes me mean spirited and angry.

Sometime I don’t even know what the hell I’m angry about! I use to beat the shit

out of my beautiful slave I loved so fucking much. I’d ask myself, Beryl and Blaine would ask me, if you truly love the Kid how can you do this to him?

I couldn’t give them an answer then and I can’t now! I just wish I could let him know it wasn’t his fault. He was the best slave any Man could hope for and he

worshiped me! I let it all slip away because of the uncontrollable rage! The anger, the crippling anger,...and..... at what?? My beautiful slave-boy finally had enough! I scared him to death! Ran away! I can’t blame him I’ve tried to run away from me to! I look back now and I could have killed him I was so uncontrolled!”

“After what you went through I don’t wonder. Goddamn, Jimmy! You saw your

fucking guts laying on the ground for Christ sake, and some stranger comes along and slaps ‘em back in, gives you a pat on the butt and sends you back into the huddle! And you wonder why your angry?? You come out of something like that,

horrors you see day in and day out, you live it, you taste it, you smell it, until it chokes the life out of you and they just expect you to come back and pick up your fucking life like nothing ever happened!” I said. “Yeah! Good fucking Luck, buddy!!” Blaine added.

“You know, Beau, you’re right! Some of my meanness comes from the fact no one understands nor cares what we went through over there. WWII Vets came home heros. Korean Vets were heros. Our ‘Police action’ in Nam was a waste and we were the returning clowns that were stupid enough to be sold a bill of goods about fighting for our country. Hell, we weren’t fighting for our country! We were fighting for the fat cats that controlled the tungsten mines! We weren’t returning heros, we were shit! Less than shit when we came back. I still feel that way!”

“Me too Jimmy!” I said.

“Yeah, me too!” said Blaine, although I’ve been a little luckier than you guys. I had a Master that listened endlessly and patiently to me for hours about what we went through and when my anger came out he kicked my butt up between my shoulder blades. I think he thinks all my talk about loving him is just so much shit, ‘cause I’ll admit as much comes out my mouth as my ass! But I would be dead it weren’t for him. Even he has a hard time understanding my self destructive anger. But it’s always there, lurking in the background!”

“We apologize Master’s for our emotional collapse here today!

“Hell, you and I weren’t this bad yesterday, were we Blaine, honey?” I added for humor. I winked at Big Beryl who laughed too.

“I guess it just has to do with the moment. Breed just struck a knife in my gut when he said my nickname. I was the only corpsman in Nam they called “Squid”!

Master Jim was holding me now and I was feeling better.

“You know of all the people I helped in Nam it’s not so unusual that I should run into one every so often. The law of averages predicts it! It’s just I probably don’t recognize most of them. Who would think the three of us were in a war zone thousands of miles away together at the same time, then sitting here today together, but we were and we are! I’ve probably stood in a bar somewhere beside some guy I patched up in the field that survived and unless we spoke of these things we would never know our paths had crossed before. It’s like Jimmy would have gone away and never figured out where he knew me from nor me him! He knew he knew me and I was someone important but we don’t want to connect

things that will bring back remembered pain! So he drew a blank! Me too!

But I have a penchant for names. I can rattle off name after name of men I helped and just as many names of those that died in my arms! Why can’t I forget them? I won’t ever forget the faces but I can’t forget the names either. Just like I couldn’t forget Jimmy Mack Breedlove!” We were winding down. We were exhausted

emotionally. Time to move on!

“Somehow, I feel better!” said Breed.

“So do I!” said Blaine.

“Yeah, me too!” I agreed. “ Let’s see if we can’t get together again and talk when we don’t have two fine Men’s love to neglect! I’m sure if we got off by ourselves they’d understand or they could join us if they want. We can set a time limit and say anything! Then when the set time’s up we forget it and go about our lives!”

“I’d like that!” said Breed.“I think It would help my therapy come along faster. “Might take some of the load off Dad and help me reach my goal quicker of becoming his obedient slave!” said Blaine.

“It sure as hell couldn’t hurt me ‘cause I’ve kept this shit inside me to damn long and it needs to come out!” I said. Then I look at them all and said,

“Join hands in a circle with me, you too Masters Jim and Beryl!” Never being very religious I remembered an old Indian prayer for my days as a Boy Scout when I was inducted into the Order of the Arrow, I paraphrased,

“Oh great spirit of us all, heal our hearts, give us the wisdom of the Eagle, the courage of the Wolf, and the strength of the Bear, to overcome!”

“Thanks Beau! That said it all and I hope he’s listening!” Said Blaine

“Amen to that!” Said Breed.

“Now let’s do something else to get our minds off this for right now. Our reuniting should be about joy of finding each other and surviving! Damn its good to see you again Breed! We only knew each other briefly but I remember your heart. I know I wasn’t wrong! I remember seeing it beating in there when I re-stuffed you with straw!” He laughed at my reference to the Wizard of Oz.

“Underneath all that baggage you have a good heart. Maybe you need to hear someone tell you that from time to time. I volunteer for the job!” Breed got tears in his eyes and hugged me again,

“If I’d trust anyone in this world to save me, it would be you Beau! Oh! And

by the way, neither of you will kneel to kiss MY boots again!”

“Fuck! Why punish me Jimmy?” He got a stunned look on his face, thought a minute then started laughing at me. “I don’t speak for Blaine but you wear a hot pair of boots my lips were made for!” Everyone laughed at me!

“This slave seconds that!” Blaine held up his hand to vote! Breed just beamed with joy.

“Well, if it means that much to both of you I would be honored and thrilled that

two men I don’t deserve to be in the same room with should wish to give me that

respect. I love the both of you very much!”

“Then maybe when we kiss your boots you’ll realize that we are doing it out of

love and respect for you, too!” Said Blaine. “And not just because we’re slaves

and ordered by our Master’s to do it!!” I added.

“I knew there was something special about you the minute I walked into the room and saw you on Big Jim leash! Something told me to get to my knees in front of you; there is something special about this Man you can’t afford to fuck up so humble your ass to him! It was as if a voice told me, ‘ he may be Jim’s slave but it doesn’t matter you must show him respect and be of gentle and kind spirit with him’.” Big Beryl put his arm around Breed and said,

“We all witnessed it Son! We saw it! It was real! Blaine and I looked at each

other and shook our heads like this ain’t the Breed we know! I hope it becomes

the Breed we can be proud to know!”

“I sincerely hope so too, Beryl!”

“He will!” I stated, “He’s already taken the biggest step on his journey!”

“Yeah! The first one’s a mother fucker!” Stated Breed! We all laughed again.

“Well, in the spirit of doing something to take our minds off that can I see a

show of hands, “Who’d like their dick sucked?” All hands went up but Blaine’s! “That was pretty fucking insensitive of me, wasn’t it Blaine?” Oh hell, just like Breed, you know what the hell I meant. Everyone laughed and Blaine hugged me.

“Are you Big Jim’s full time slave or do you have a job as well?”Jimmy asked me.

“Oh no! I’m a slave but I pull my own weight! I bring my paycheck home every

Friday and hand it to my Master. A slave has no use for money! I trust my Master to take care of me. I do the same work you do Breed, I’m a Grease Monkey!”

“Yeah, but he is being promoted foreman of his shop tomorrow morning!” Master Jim chimed in.

“Damn, what a coincidence and congratulations Beau!” Breed said shaking my hand. “I’m sure glad you two are together! I’ve known and ridden with Big Jim

for a number of years and they don’t come no finer!”

“Breed, you’ll probably be seeing us around in the near future! So there is no

misunderstanding, Beau IS my slave for right now and for the next four or five

months. I am keeping him and training him for someone else but I can’t tell you

who. Not even Beryl nor Blaine know for sure! For right now, his ass is ALL mine!”

“Beau I mean this with all the love in my heart but it will probably come out fucked!” He turned to Jim, “ Jim, if you ever find it in your heart to share Beau

for a while some evening I would be a gentleman and do my damndest to make him feel good!”

“Fuck the gentleman! Beau needs an animal but I have to watch with gun in hand like Clyde Beatty!” Laughed Master Jim.

“You can all watch! Hell, Beryl can hold an Elephant gun! If you need an animal Beau, you’re looking at him! I’d try to show this man the love I feel in my heart for him right now any way he needs it!”

“I certainly will consider it Breed! Let me think about it!”

“They’ll be no anger if you say no, ‘cause I don’t want to do something stupid

to keep me away from just knowing him! He’s important to me! I’m not sure

how I feel but I know it’s important! My heart can’t help but feel love and appreciation for you Beau! You saved my Goddamned life Bro.!”

I put my arms around him and looked him in the eyes, “You’re important

to me too Jimmy! We will get to know each other! Hell, maybe even help each other, and I can’t help but love you either! You’re one of my children that made it! That survived! To tell you the truth, I didn’t give you a snowballs chance in hell on that ‘hewey’ back to the hospital! But I wouldn’t let you go to sleep, remember? You wanted to go to sleep so bad from the morphine and just to escape the horror! You tried and I kept slapping your face! Wake up Jimmy!

You have to stay awake “til we get there! It’s not much further! Stay with me

Jimmy! Come on Jimmy Mack! Then you’d look at me like you wanted to kick

my ass and I’d tell you, “That’s right Jimmy Mack get mad, come on, get really

mad, ‘cause if your mad at this son of a bitch you won’t go to sleep! Then you’d

laugh at me and try to go to sleep again! If I had let you, you would have gone

into shock, lapsed into coma and I don’t know if they could have brought you around!” Then I gently kissed him. He was crying again, so was I.

“God Beau! How can a Man thank you for his life!

“You just did, Jimmy!”

Part II ~ Bumpy Road to Heaven

{b}“In my youth”, said the sage,

“as I’ve mentioned before,”

I kept all of my bones very supple!

With the aid of this ointment,

One Shilling a box,

allow me to sell you a couple!”

From: Father Williams~Lewis Carroll{/b}

“Don’t you and your slave have a trip to make to the mail box on your Harley

Jim?” Asked Big Beryl.

“Yeah, you still up for it Beau?” I got this big grin on my face. “He’s up for it!”

answered Blaine, “But let’s be up front with Breed! Beau.....?”

“The main purpose for us coming out here was so My Master could ride me

on his cock on the Harley!” Breed fell out laughing then admitted he had done

it many times with his slave boy! Could he watch?!

“Of course!” said Big Jim

Master Jim led me off into our bedroom on my leash. He closed the door behind

him and led me to the bed. We had made it up earlier and had spread a play sheet

on top. He lay back on the bed and pulled me to him with the leash. He cradled

me in his arms and kissed me gently on the forehead.

“Are you all right my slave?” He asked in a concerned tone.

“I really don’t know Master. I think so. I’m emotionally drained but I feel stronger

than I did yesterday. I have a couple more answers! I am sorry you had to go through that. I’m feeling a little embarrassed. That sort of thing leaves you feeling emotionally naked and vulnerable. It’s important for me to know if your disappointed or unhappy with me. Did I make a fool of myself?

“You keep forgetting I was over there too! I know what you guys are going through and believe me it has helped me to hear you guys talk! Beau you have the ability to let everything out and then quickly recover, dust yourself off, and say, “Well, what the hell are we gonna’ do about it!” I think you helped those two in there as much or more than you helped yourself. We all could see a major breakthrough in Breed. He could be an obnoxious little asshole most of the time. He came around you with his hat in his hand. We have never seen Breed be that much of a gentleman with anyone, Master or slave! I truly believe he sensed you were his savior. I told you earlier about my suspicions of the Twilight Zone element of what’s been going on with you, but no more. I’m a believer! Beryl and Blaine couldn’t get over the change in him. I would have never entertained letting him be with you for a moment until today. I’m still not sure but we’ll discuss it! It’s not something I would order you to do, certainly if your heart wasn’t in it. Now there may come a time when I want you to pleasure someone of my choosing and you will have no choice.

“You know I would! I would never question an order from you! I’ve been hearing

all this talk about me trusting people when is someone going to start trusting me?”

Master Jim was quiet for a good while then pulled me to him and kissed me,

“When you hammer a nail you hit it on the head, Beau! Your right! You have

done nothing to make me think you would ever consider not obeying me. From

this moment on I trust you to be my slave! Really, it should be that simple!

I know you trust me to be your Master so why shouldn’t I trust you to be my slave? When you told Breed you didn’t have any choice in the matter was a reaffirmation of your trust in me not to put you in a situation that would harm you and I missed it at the time! Then you told him you trusted your Master to take good care of you! Big Men can really be dense sometime Beau! Especially this one! Well, better a big Man wake up late than never! No more, “of course in

this situation you’ll have to do this or that........” I simply trust you to be my slave!

You may require correction but that can be handled then! Agreed?”

“Only a Big Man could have said what you just said Master!” I said and then added, “No question! I agree, I am you slave and will be until the day I die! If I’m very lucky after that too!” Then I added, “If you feel I need correction I will never

argue nor question your decision! If you need to punish me I will accept it as necessary to learn to serve you better.”

“Why the hell are we training you? You should be training us!” He laughed.

“You can learn a lot from Jeb and me! But I have the feeling we’re gonna’ learn a lot from you!”

“Pull on your leathers, boy! We’re gonna’ go play Mail Train! I get to be the Engineer and you get to pull the caboose!”

“I hope there’s a special delivery!”

“There will be, with your name on it!” We rolled on the bed laughing.

“I’ll tuck it right in your Male pouch!” He added laughing.

“Master I need to jump in the shower for a minute before I put my leathers on!”

“Sure! Here I’ll unlock your collar and take your plug out for you!”

“Thank you, Sir!” Master Jim unlocked my collar and removed my plug and I headed for the shower.

“I’ll be in to get you in a minute. If your dressed before I get back just wait for me! I’ll put your collar back on then!” He yelled over the shower.

My relationship with Big Jim was growing hourly. I could never have hoped

two weeks ago that I would develop a strong bond with him because of his fear

of Jeb and maybe love it’s self! All I knew was my heart was a lot lighter and

I was about to fulfill one of my fantasies, complete with audience! How lucky

could a slave get!

I had my leathers on when my Master came back in the room. He attached my

collar and locked it. He reattached the leash!

“I’ll take this off when we’re on the bike but Beryl loves to see you in a leash. Couldn’t talk about anything else while you were in shower. That old Man thinks you put the moon out every night! He and Blaine are talking about bidding on you. If they pay the deposit required they get you for a weekend. Depends, of course, on how many people want to bid and then pay the deposit. They haven’t said anything to Breed about the group or you being put on the market. I don’t think, with his reputation, Breed could get into the group in time to qualify anyway. We just feel it would be better not to say anything to him at this time about the group. If he continues to improve we certainly won’t deny him the information. Hell, Beryl and me would sponsor him ourselves! Beryl and Blaine are hoping for great things for him. Blaine has a totally new attitude toward him. Even asked Breed if he’d like to stay for a freebie later.

Beryl wants to beat your ass in the worse way! He would never hurt you!”

“I am sure of that! That old Man would cut his own dick off first!

“Pretty sure of yourself, ain’t ya’ Kid!”

“Only with Daddy Beryl! I’ve fallen in love with him and I know he loves me!”

“I’ve never see him taken with anyone like he is with you! Blaine will always

be number one but you’ve found a special place in the old Man’s heart! You’re

making family Kid. I’m proud of you!” He grabbed me and kissed me.

“Now! Hit the position!” He snapped his fingers. I responded immediately.

“I didn’t teach you that! Earl?”

“Yes Sir!”

“Good for him!” Master had gone to his overnight case and returned with a

grease gun attached to an approximately twelve inch rubber dildo. He unsnapped my ass cover and slowly inserted it after he spread some on my hold. He was gentle and it felt good going in as he slowly worked it all the way up inside me, then he pumped it as he withdrew it filling my chute with lubricant.

“I don’t know how rough this will be so I just want you to be protected with

enough lubricant so you won’t get hurt. Now don’t be surprised if Beryl wants

to give you a ride too. You up to it?”

“As long as long as I get to pull your caboose first!”

“Aaaah, you do no how to make this old man happy!”

“Isn’t that my job?”

“Of course it is! Just trying to let you know it’s appreciated!”

“Oh you don’t have to do that Master! Babe let’s me know!”

“Beryl is right! You really do need that little ass beat! You’re very bad!” We

both laughed.

Master Jim led me on his leash to the living room. All eyes were on me as

we walked in the room. The three of them embarrassed me by applauding. Breed walked over to me to feel my Cod piece and threw his arm around me,

“I can’t make up my mind whether your sexier with leathers on or with nothing on? Either way feel this.......!” He gently moved my hand down to his crotch

where I felt a large roaring hard on!

“Breed, that isn’t a gun in your pocket........” He just laughed.

“Go on! I want to see this ride to the Mail box!” I noticed that Big Beryl and

Blaine had their leathers on too! Master Beryl looked like a Master’s Master and Big Jim caught me looking at his boots and Cod piece.

“Beryl would you please take his leash and don’t let him loose while I grab a beer.” Beryl took my leash and I fell to my knees and began to clean his boots.

He just kept talking to Blaine, Breed and Jim as I worked on his boots. He lay

back, relaxed as if it were the most natural thing I could be doing for him. I finished and asked if he was pleased or should I do them again. He leaned over

kissed me on the forehead, looked down at his boots, and said in a low tone,

“Damn fine Son! Now slowly turn your head and look at Breed’s crotch.” I did

as instructed and started giggling. Breed had a wet spot at his crotch the size of

a silver dollar. Big Beryl yanked his chain,

“Uuh, Breed, honey! We have a restroom in there! You don’t have to piss your

pants!” We all laughed at Breed. He knew Beryl was kidding! He blushed!

“What the hell! That’s fucking hot watching Beau clean your boots!”

“Get your ass over here Son!” Breed walked over and Master Beryl snapped his

fingers for me to clean Breeds boots! I didn’t hesitate! My mouth had been watering to get at his boots since I first kissed them. Beryl snapped his fingers at Blaine to get on the other one. Blaine was by me in an instant. We must have

looked like two shoats feeding at a trough. I have to say Blaine put his heart

into it and Breed was transported to heaven.

“Can I pull my dick out and play with myself Beryl. That’s so fucking hot!”

“You’re with family Son! Whip it out!” He didn’t have to tell him twice.

Breed had a pretty big dick with a nice large clipped head. I finished his boot

and I heard Master Jim behind me.

“Take him slave!” Breed looked surprised as I immediately started running my

tongue over it and kissing the head. He held it for me so I could clean it real good

and then sucked and cleaned his balls. I came back to his cock and continued to

lick it. Master Jim to told him, “You have to give him permission to take you

Breed! That’s the way he’s been trained and won’t until you tell him he can have it!” “Beautiful slave, that old cock of mine is so hard for you I can just feel it in

that hot little mouth of yours! Do you want to taste my love, slave?”

“Please Master Breed, I want it really bad! It would give me joy to pleasure you!”

“When it fills your throat remember it’s ‘cause I love you I’m giving you what

you need! You can have it slave! Enjoy that big cock of mine! Make me

feel good while I give you what you need.” I was all the way on it and it took

his breath away as I took it all in one lunge and held it in the back of my throat.

My lips were all the way up against his pubs. I saw a big hand move down

Breeds crotch to see how close my lips were pressed against his belly. It was

Big Beryl’s hand.

“I’ll bet that slave could suck chrome off a bumper hitch! Feel good Son?”

“God yes, Sir! I haven’t had my cock sucked in a long time and this Beautiful

slave is gonna’ get me in nothing flat. I pulled off and started sucking him in a

good rhythm. I could still feel Blaine down cleaning Breeds boots. Breed gently

placed a hand behind my head and acted like a stop for my out stroke. He kept

moving it in slowly and I knew the length of stroke he liked best by where he

held his hand to stop my head. I picked up the rhythm, reached my hand up to his

ass and gently shoved one finger in then two! He felt the third finger enter and

arched his back and started yelling, ‘No fair, love! No fucking fair, you know

what the fuck you’re doing! Aaauuggghh! Oh Beau, my love, my fucking savior,

your saving my life once more, take it sweet heart, take it from me, take my love, It’s all I have to give, beautiful slave, Uuuhhhoooggg! Unhh! He bent over me and enfolded my head with both his arms and I felt hot tears falling on my head again as I slowly swallowed his Man load and sucked for his last little spurts into my mouth! I held him in me for a good while enjoying his essence and gently sucking and cleaning him. Then Breed fell to his knees again and looked me in the eyes with a big watery smile on his face and asked softly, “Please, Please, kiss me gentle slave! I am so grateful!” We kissed a long and passionate kiss!

“Don’t suck his soul out Son!” Big Beryl said laughing. Then Breed moved to

Blaine and ask him for a kiss as well! Blaine didn’t hold back and I got the feeling Breed was pleased but a little shocked.

“You guys are really hot! You’ve given me a shot in the arm to work even harder

at my therapy. I want another slave of my own someday! Thank you Master Jim

and Master Beryl for sharing with me. I didn’t mean for you to consider this

afternoon but I’m just overwhelmed! He started crying again and we all put our

arms around him and Beryl spoke for all of us.

“Breed when your friends see you are trying to correct some wrongs, they’ll stand

by you through the fires of hell. Just keep working Son! We have faith in you!”

We all agreed!

I turned to Big Beryl and asked him,

“Master may I do something I’ve been wanting to do since I got here!”

“Sure Son! What is it!”

“May I just show you Sir?”

“Sure!” I slowly moved to his crotch and started cleaning his huge, well filled Cod piece on his leather pants. Licking and cleaning, sucking, poking his balls

through the pouch, kissing, and began too feel the monster began to grow.

“Watch what this slave is doing Blaine! Get down there and watch! That’s an

order! Blaine got down with this big grin on his face and watched then asked if

I minded if he join me. I put my arm around him and he put his around me. He

took one side of the leather pouch and I took the other. I thought the old Man

was gonna’ come!

“Jim, call these suckers off I’m about to come and I want to save it for my slaves

butt!” Master Jim snapped his fingers at the both of us and Blaine and I started laughing and hugged each other.

“He shook his big finger at me and said, “Beau, you’re asking for it Son!” He said laughing. “You’re gonna’ feel the sting of my whip yet!” I looked at Blaine and

winked and said to Blaine but loud enough for all to hear,

“God Blaine! What does it take? We all laughed.

“Come on guys! Mail run!” Big Beryl said. “Blaine you got that extra pad for

Beau?”

“Yeah Dad! I’ll get it!” Blaine left and returned in a minute with two thick looking dark green foam pads about eight inches wide and about a foot long.

“When you sit on Master Jim’s cock there will be a considerable difference in seat heights and you’ll end up a little lower on the gas tank. This is a new space age

highly reactive foam we found one day in a surplus store in Nevada. Once you get

on his cock slip this under you and it will raise you to the perfect fuck position.

The foam is so resilient it will give you a great spring return to give your Master

a really good fuck ! Shall we.....?”

We all headed for the bikes and Breed said to us all,

“I’m gonna’ ride to the gate with you but I need to take off and get on home! We all said good bye to him. He hugged me and gave me his address and phone number.

“Beau would it be wrong of me to ask you to promise me you’ll let me see you again. Not for sex Beau! I truly need to see you again just to let you know I love

and appreciate you! You four are the only family I have! I’ve sealed myself

off from people to avoid hurt and hurting them. I can’t do that anymore! I need

you four to start again. I know you have a wonderful Master and may have another but the both of you are always welcome in my home! Thank you for sharing yourself with me, then and now!”

“I promise Jimmy! You haven’t seen the last of me!” I kissed him.

“Blaine can I have a rain check?”

“You got one freebie coming Breed! Some afternoon on your way home from

work. Give a call and I’ll be ready for you! Looking forward to it!”

“Well, Little Beaver, this gives the term ‘Mount Up!’ new dimensions!” Chided

Master Beryl enjoying his joke. I unsnapped my ass patch and knelt by the side of

Master’s Harley and used my mouth to make love to his Cod piece and suck on

it, chased his balls around, cleaned it good!

“O.K. Slave! You may remove it!” I took a corner in my teeth and pulled it away

from his pants. I carefully folded it and put it in my pocket along with my ass

cover. I straddled the bike in front of my Master and he was holding Babe who

was happy to see my hole. Babe wanted in me bad and I didn’t keep him waiting.

I just sat on him hard to the base. Damn I’ve had some Dick in my day but I

swear God made Babe for my ass! I raised slightly and ask Master if he would

put the pad under me. He did and I sat back down. It was springy and I gave a

few bounces to test it.

“How’s that feel to you Master!”

“Like it ain’t gonna’ take much to get Babe to spit up your butt!”

“Feels pretty damn good to me too!”

“You ready for your first Master Harley Cock Ride slave!”

“It’s like a dream come true Master! Crank up the beast!” Master started the

big bike and it sputtered and belched to life . We started off behind Beryl and

Blaine and Breed. Blaine was sitting on Beryl’s cock too. Master Jim put his

big boots on the forward pegs and I put mine on the lower side pegs. We no

sooner started out than the fucking began. It was not as bad as I thought it might

be except every now and then we’d hit a big rock or bump that would really raise

me off Babe and gravity would slam me back to the base. It really wasn’t all that uncomfortable as the super springy foam acted like an ass shock absorber. This

had to be the most perverted, wonderful, delightfully decadent, fuck, I ever received and it was starting to feel pretty damn good! I hollered back to Master

Jim, “Is this feeling as good to you as it is to me!”

“Oh! Hell yes!” was all he could get out. “I don’t know if I’m gonna’ make it to the damn mail box!”

“May I come if I can’t hold it Master!” “Of course slave, you’re on holiday today!

But think about your old Man. It always feels better to him when he can feel that

little ass muscle trying to bite his dick off went you shoot!” “I won’t shoot until

you tell me too Master! Oh shit Master! You missed a bump!!” He started

laughing and started me laughing. “Now cut that out slave, I’ve gotta’ ride this

monster for the both of us!” “Seems like I’m doing the same thing Master!”

He started laughing again and swore he was gonna’ tell Beryl to get his whip out

when we got back. I could tell the way Babe felt inside me he was having one

hell of a ride!

We finally got to the gate! I don’t know how ‘cause I almost came three times!

I know Master was gritting his teeth. Somehow I think he wanted to save it

for the return ride. Breed got off his bide to open the gate for himself and ride through. Master and Beryl turned their bikes around to head back as Breed

pulled through the Gate. Beryl hollered for him to leave it unlocked and no sooner got it out than fourteen Harley slowed to pull in the gate. Breed waved to

them and opened the gate for them. The all pulled up to us and had big shit eating

smiles on their faces and asked Big Jim and Beryl,

“Taken’ the slave-boys for a little Sunday afternoon Harley-Cock ride guys?”

Master Jim wasn’t the least embarrassed and put his big hands under my butt

to raise me a little so they all could get a good look.

“Woooo Shit Boys! Looks like an E-ticket ride to me!” They all laughed like crazy and headed off up the road. Beryl pulled along side Big Jim,

“What timing?” He laughed.

“Beryl ! I’ve had it with this salve! He was so bad riding down here I couldn’t

stop laughing! His little ass really needs to taste that Bull Whip of yours!”

“Well, I’ll have to see for myself just how bad he is to gage the amount to give

him so I’ll have to take him for a short ride myself!”

“Agreed! You’ll see!” They both fell out laughing.

About half the way back we hit a big bump and it triggered Masters come switch.

I felt Babe start to swell and started making love to him with my ass. Felt his

flow began and we hit another bump that slammed be back so hard on Babe I

shot, and shot, and shot! Then Master really filled me up as I filled my damn Cod piece!

We pulled up in front of the house and they had all parked and gotten off their

bikes. They all had beers in their hands and walked over to us and started hugging

me and Big Jim like it was nothing that we were hooked together. Some were

straight, some were gay, they didn’t give a shit! They’d seen it all! Master whispered to me.

“Don’t be shy! Just be my slave and do what we ordinarily do! You pull off and clean my cock and replace my Cod piece! Then I think you have another ride

coming!” I raised slowly up and heard the whistles and the cat calls! I thought I’d

show them I wasn’t ashamed to ride my Master’s cock and rode him the length

several times slamming my ass back against him! Ge grabbed me around my waist

knowing what I was up too and whispered as he kissed me behind the ear, “I love

you Beau and I DO trust you to be my slave! Any good Master could!” I reluctantly pulled off him and hit the ground on my knees and loving cleaned Babe to more whistles and cat calls but not without some admiration and a few,

“Got yourself a damn nice looking slave there Big Jim! Any Man here’d be

proud to drive that ass on his Harley!” Cheers went up! Master got off his bike

and walked me over to Big Beryl’s bike. Blaine had already gone into the house to play host to the bikers and the ones that wanted to play Master lined up to

be received by him!

“I’m turning you over to Master Beryl! He wants to give you a ride!”

“Thank you Master!” I winked at Big Jim.

“You make me proud of you Son!”

“I will Sir! I promise!” I was already standing on the running pegs of Beryl’s bike and he poised his monster at my back door. I noticed all eyes were on my ass and I was gonna’ show ‘em how a real slave took a Master’s cock. I reached back with both hands, spread my cheeks and sank to the base of Big Beryl’s cock. Beryl threw his arms around me tight, kissed me on the neck and said, “Woah, I’m proud of you Son. That was one hell of a mount! Listen to the son’s of bitches!” The bikers were all applauding, whistling and yelling. “Good Boy! Well done slave! I’m next!”

“Let’s get the hell out’a here Son! Hang on!” He gunned his bike and we took

off in a different direction than the road to the mail box. Beryl explained,

“There’s a shared road down by the creek bed that’s partially paved. We’ll ride down there. How’s that feel up there Son!”

“Like I’m pregnant with a monster’s baby!”

“Jim was right! You are bad today!” Big Beryl’s bike had more rake to it than

Big Jim’s. His was pretty stock! Beryl had extensions and ape hangers that allowed him to lay back at almost a forty five degree angle. He threw his big

boots up on the front pegs and leaned back. He put one big arm around me and

pull me back to him and held me. Damn this was hot! Laying back on a huge

mans chest, his huge hairy arm holding me tight, his huge cock up my ass, riding his huge bike, all the while getting the fuck of my young life. Don’t get no better

than this Beau, I told my self.

“Did you shoot in Blaine?” I asked him.

“Oh Yeah!” He replied then added, “Don’t worry pretty slave, Dad saved some

for you!”

“You know what Dad?!”

“What? Pretty slave!”

“I really appreciate that! I love you old Man!” He held me tighter and shoved his

cock in a little tighter.

“You don’t think this old Man loves you?”

“I’d break my heart if he didn’t!”

“Your heart won’t get broken by this old Man! Now shut up and enjoy my ride!”

“Yes Master Beryl! Thank you!”

I don’t know how long we rode but we came to this paved road and Master Beryl

pulled on it and took off like a bat out of hell. It was so smooth compared to

the dirt road. Pretty soon we came to this other dirt road he turned onto and about

a half mile came upon this old abandoned barn. Big Beryl pulled into it and

stopped his engine. We lay there together and he put both big arms around me.

“Damn your ass feels hot and you got me all the way in there Son on that first

mount! Now pull off me I’m gonna’ make that little ass just a little hotter!

Big Beryl hooked my leash to my collar and led me to the center of the barn.

There was a pulley contraption dead center of the barn that was on an overhead

rail that ran from one in to the other. He pulled the heavy rope down and began to tie my wrist up without saying a word. He didn’t have to I knew what he was

going to do and couldn’t wait! Am I getting more perverted! I was actually looking forward to this! Easy Beau! You love the old Man, he loves you! He

wants to give you this as much as you need and want it from him. Relax, go

with it!

“Master Beryl Please! Before you pull me up......”

“What slave?”

“I fell to my knees and kissed each of his boots!” I got back up ready.

“Thank you for that Master!”

“We’re both gonna’ enjoy this Son! Then I’m gonna’ fuck you ‘till you speak in tongues!”

“Thank you Master! Your slave needs this!”

“I could sense it way down deep! Master Beryl’s gonna’ send you home with an easy heart knowing there are two Men in the desert that love you and if need be you can run to for sanctuary!”

I said no more but tears were forming in my eyes at his sentiment. The old Man

was a bit choked up himself as he raised my hands with the pulley to where I

could barely stand on tip toes. He got some more rope out of his saddle bags

and tied a three foot piece of dowel he found in the barn to separate my feet.

He staked each end of the dowel to the dirt floor so I couldn’t twist about. When

he was satisfied he went to his saddle bags and got out and eighteen foot latigo

Bull Whip! He cracked it a few times for affect and came to me. Now Son,

you really haven’t been, bad, bad! You know that!

“Do you want a mouth plug?”

“No Sir! I couldn’t count for you Master!”

“Good enough!”

“Believe it or not Son, I’ve come to look upon this as a form of close bonding

and love shared between two men! A Master and slave! Only one other Man has

felt my whip and you know who that is! You will be number two! Welcome to

the family Son!”

He wasted no time as he undid my leather pants and pulled them down to my knees. he moved behind me and I heard the crack of his whip one more time and knew the next one was for me!

It hit with a sting I can’t describe that sent me forward. I corrected myself and

raised my ass for him. “One Sir! Thank you Master!”

CRACK!! “Two Sir! Thank you Master!

CRACK!! “Three Sir! Thank you Master!

CRACK!! “Four Sir! Thank you Master!

CRACK!! “Five Sir! Thank you Master!” He walked to me to examine his handiwork and rubbed my fire-hot ass with his huge paw. Grabbed me around the

waist and pulled my ass up and kissed each red welt and licked it with his tongue.

“Please Master Beryl, Dad, don’t stop now! I know a good slave isn’t suppose to beg! Forgive me Master for begging for more!”

“Shhhhhh.....”he calmed me as he ran his hands over my back side. He came to my front held the back of my head in his paw and kissed me hard.

“Beau, my good slave, we need you in our lives! Both Blaine and me! We are

going to bid on you! Not to piss Earl off but maybe to have one full weekend

with you! Now don’t fret my slave you have some more coming from Daddy Beryl! He’s gonna’ take good care of you! I’d kill the son of a bitch that ever

truly hurt you!” I believed him!

He returned to his position,

CRACK!!! “Six Sir!! Thank you, Master Beryl!

CRACK!!! “Seven Sir!! Thank you, Master Beryl! What was happening to me.

They were not painful any more. I couldn’t wait for the next one.

CRACK!!! “Eight Sir!!! Thank you, Master!! That was better!! (It WAS harder!)

CRACK!!! “Nine Sir!!! Thank you, Master!! Master hold!! One more and I’ll

come!!

CRACK!!! I shot six feet into the air, a the second wave shot four feet and I Yelled at him “One more!! PLEASE MASTER!!!

CRACK!!! OH GOD!! OH!! OH!! Sweet Jesus! I shot the last one three feet

into the air. He was to me in a second. Kissing me and crying! Tears running down his big handsome face. I had not cried ‘till then and I let all the emotion

of the day loose on this big wonderful man as he lowered me into his waiting

arms. Arms that loved me that would guard me against the seven headed dog at

the gates of hell. We cried together! Him holding me and soothing me. I looked

him in the eye and asked,

“Did I please you Dad?”

“You have to ask?” He said looking down at the rock hard monster. It looked

like a damn sea monster. Cecil! The sea sick sea serpent! You had to be a child of the fifty’s. Time for Beany! Hated it! Loved Cecil!

“Take me Dad, on the Harley, before my ass cools!!”

“Sounds good to me. Think you can take it all?”

“You wouldn’t cheat me Dad! You know damn well I can take it all as hard

as you can give it!” He undid my feet pulled up my leather pants and put them

back. My ass hole was still open on the pants. He led me to the bike and laid

me back on the seat raised my boots to his shoulders and positioned himself,

“I’ll be gentle Son!”

“You’d better not be! Please Dad! Remember what my Master told you!”

“You’re trained that way!! Take a deep breath Son!” I did and he was in me!

I felt no pain! No spasms! Just full! I expected the damn thing to stick out

my mouth. That old Man fucked me ‘till I thought I WAS going to start babbling

in tongues. Man what a fuck! He didn’t spare the hard ride either, he had an

open invitation and he came to the party ready to ride. Every time I felt him

about to climb the hill I stopped him.

“Not yet Master! Oh God! Not yet!! Please fuck me some more!!”

“He would smile, shake his head and start building up again! After about

the third time he yelled to me he couldn’t hold back! I was about to get it!

“Could I get mine, Master!” “ Get it now slave so I can feel that little ass

try to bite my dick off!” I shot! He fucked harder! I shot again! He fucked me harder! I shot the last bit I had! He was on his way home,

“Goddamn Master give this slave what he needs way up his ass. Your good sweet

man juice, your seed deep inside my worthless butt! AAArrrrrgggg!!! He peaked

and shot deep into my ass, deeper that any Man had ever shot into me! Continued

to ram against my tonsils until he unloaded his last for the day. Then the old

man gently lay on top of me and held me. Still impaled on Cecil I put my arms

around him, held him and whispered,

“Oh thank you Dad! Thank you for that good fucking! God I love you and Blaine Dad! Thank you so much for the perfect ending to a great day.” I waited for

a reply and felt wet on my chest. The old Man was crying softly against me. I said

nothing more! I just petted him and kissed his head ! We lay that way for some

time enjoying being locked together. Finally he raised up, turned his head to me

and kissed me long and deep. I never wanted him to withdraw. I would have worn

him everywhere as an older conjoined twin brother who was joined to me through my butt with his fourteen and a half inch dick attached to my soul. Doctors say separation would kill the younger twin! It damn near did! Talk about postpartum depression!

I cleaned Master Beryl and cleaned out my Cod piece with paper towels he had in his saddle bags. We were ready to go back. I knew as long as I lived I would

treasure this afternoon with this old Man. I put my head on his big chest and

thanked him for every thing. He put his big arms around me,

“Son! I’ve heard about the wonderful Beau James for eight years! I thought

Yeah! Yeah! So he’s Blaine’s hero. We all need heros! Well, you have another

believer in your pocket. Now you’re more than just a hero, you’re family!”

“That’s all I ever wanted Dad!”

“And you’re the only other Man that can call me that!”

“Thanks Dad!”

“You’ve more than earned it Son! Now let’s get back! They should be a rowdy

bunch by now! Just follow my lead and I’ll tell you what to do!”

We got back on the bike. I was going to get behind and he motioned for me

to get in front where I was and had my foam pad for me to sit on. No cock up

my butt this time! We rode back with him holding me against his huge chest.

I was in heaven. The sun was low in the afternoon sky and the critters were

coming to the road for warmth. A coyote, quail of several varieties, a road runner, snakes, all coming for the warmth held by the black top. The rocks and colors of the desert this time of after noon are a treasure to behold. Anyone who has ever lived in the desert becomes addicted to the silence, the space, voices on the wind, there did you see it, one falling most star to disappear, the feeling that

the soul goes on forever because the desert goes on forever. As hot as the desert

gets there are moments when it can reveal its secrets to you! Like two days after

a huge spring rain. The desert floor is a bloom with a riot of colors no artist could ever capture, and goes on and on as far as the eye can see. Life teems in pools within rocks that breed, live, and died in days! Nature’s promise of new life, of hope for the future, for what ever reason we are here, one of those reasons must be love! To give it, to receive it, to share it! All around you it screams at you, “It is meet and right so to do! What ever form it takes! Love is Love! What Man may deny it is, himself, not a Man? Pacem in terris!”

I’m drunk with love! If sex be the fruit of love, fuck on! Cirrus clouds expand my mind as I lay against Giant number two, Big Beryl, and feel his goodness holding me, bathing me, surrounding me, loving me! A thought comes to my mind! Is it possible that the hugest whole of all creation is less incalculable than a single kiss?

Author’s Note: This part is dedicated to a friend in Oceanside. Who’s heart

dwells in the desert. Pacem in terris friend!

End Part X (C)

Waddie Greywolf

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