MASTER NICK

Christmas has always been a bad time of year for me. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve spent Christmas Eve in a gay bar by myself, alone, getting drunker the more sorry I felt for myself. Those times left a pall over Christmas for me for many years.

Until I met Beeber! That wasn’t his real name. That was my pet name for the big man that became my Master. His real name was Billy Bob Duncan. He was not a good looking man but his attitude, bearing and self assuredness drew me to him like a magnet.

I had been working on this construction job in downtown L.A. building the Sheraton-Grande Hotel. I was a journeyman carpenter and had been with the Company since we broke ground. I noticed that twice a week this big man would come and walk the job site with my boss asking questions and watching the workers.

He was one of the chief concrete inspectors that checked and approved every major pour. He always wore knee high boots of some kind. Always hot looking on him. He was a man that looked right in a big pair of boots. I found that for some reason it excited me every time I saw him on the site.

As time went by I caught him watching me and my partner working. He would stand and watch us for long periods of time until one day my partner commented about him.

“You know, Jake, I think he’s interested in you.” My partner Jerry said.

“Well, I’ve noticed him watching us but how do you know he’s not looking at you!” I answered.

Jerry called me Jake. My real name was Jason but he shortened it to Jake. I didn’t mind. I liked either name. He was a gay man with a steady lover. They had been together five or six years. He suspected I was gay but I never came out to him. He was forever inviting me to go to a bar with him and his partner. I wouldn’t.

I had tried gay bars for many years and never found anyone I was interested in. I’d ended up going home by myself, frustrated, time and time again. I was alone and figured I always would be. I had just given up.

We worked hard getting the foundations poured within the time schedule of the job and the company owner threw us a party after work before the Christmas holidays that year across the street in the Bonaventure. He pulled out all the stops and provided food and an open bar. I wasn’t much of a drinker but enjoyed the food and the comradery of my fellow workers.

Jerry punched me in the side and told me to look toward the door. There was the inspector in his tall boots talking to the company owner and heading for our area to join in the party.

He had started to make me nervous as he made no bones about looking at me and I was becoming convinced as Jerry that it was indeed me that he was interested in. He sat with some of the iron workers and kept looking over at our table. Jerry said he was going to invite him over. I threatened Jerry with his life if he did. Jerry didn’t!

Later, I went to the bar for another round of drinks and out of the corner of my eye saw the inspector get up to head there as well. “Oh shit! What’ll I do if he speaks to me?” I thought. “Settle down, honcho, he’s not gonna’ bite you.” I consoled myself.

“Hi Jake!” He spoke to me.

“Well, howdy, Mr. inspector.” I held out my hand and we shook. “You know my name but I don’t know yours.”

“Billy Bob Duncan, young man. Call me Billy or some folks call me B-two.”

“Good to meet you, Sir. I’ve seen you on the site but didn’t have time to stop to meet you.”

“Yeah, I’ve seen you a few times too and it’s good to finally meet you.”

My drinks came and I placed them on a small tray the bartender gave me to transport to the table. I tuned to him and asked him to join us later if he had the time. He thanked me and I left.

He did join us and I introduced him around to the other carpenters. He was quiet but well met with a booming laugh. I liked him. I had to get home and Jerry rode with me so we said our goodbyes and left. In the truck on the way home Jerry pulled a small business card out of his pocket and handed it to me.

“Billy Bob gave me this to give to you. Read the back!”

I took the card from him and read the back. “I’ll be at the ‘One Way’ tonight at 9:00. You will be there waiting for me! I need you and you need me! Your new Master, Billy.

“Now, that’s hot!” Exclaimed Jerry. Woah! Christmas done come early for my partner. Thank ya’ Jay-zus!”

“Oh shut up, Jerry! You wrote that to get me out to the bars!”

“Swear to God, Jerry, I didn’t! That ain’t my hand writing. Besides, I may laugh with you but I ain’t mean. I’d never do that sort of thing. You don’t want to go to bars, that’s your decision. You're always welcome to go with Stan and I but we’ve never insisted.” They hadn’t.

Needless to say, I was at the One Way at eight-thirty. Thirty minutes early. Jerry and Stan went with me and I was nervous as a cat on hot tin roof.

Nine o’clock sharp Billy Bob walked into the bar wearing more leather than the inside of a new Cardova. He was hot! He bought a beer, spotted us and walked over to us.

I shook his hand and introduced him to Stan. Jerry shook his hand as well.

“We’ll have this beer and take off.” He said to me.

“Take off to where, Sir?” I asked innocently.

He reached into his big leather jacket and brought out a dog collar. I was holding his beer and he swiftly put it around my neck and locked it in place. His actions had a lot of people watching.

I went along with him because it just seemed right, what he was doing. He reached in his other pocket and brought out a leash and clipped it to the collar. The crowd applauded. I was embarrassed. Jerry and Stan giggled.

“You will refer to me as Master! You will become my property and your new name will be Jason Duncan, understand, slave?!”

“Yes Sir, Master.” I found coming out of my mouth. I have never considered becoming a slave or playing within the leather crowd. But, it took care of my earlier question as to where we were going to take off to. He simply had to take my leash and lead me. I was ready. I would have followed that man to Dante’s seventh ring of Hell. And did, several times!

I became his slave that night, moved in with him the next day and lived with my Master eighteen years until he passed away. Once again I was alone. Older and alone. Not a pretty picture.

It was Christmas Eve and I was home alone. It was my first Christmas by myself since my Master had died. Christmas had always been a big time of year for him. We would work for weeks decorating, making goodies and having friends in for Christmas Eve. Billy love people. He had a big, generous heart and as equally generous laugh. He made people comfortable.

I just couldn’t do it this year. I had been invited to numerous parties and went to a few but this was Christmas Eve a time when Master B. and I would sit in front of the fire place and get mellow with each other.

He’d put me in my best collar and leash and have me sit on the floor at his feet. Rub my head as I leaned against his big boots and leather pants. He would sigh a big deep sigh and I knew his heart was happy.

One year towards the last he made me promise that I would keep Christmas in my heart no matter what and have a small tree to remember him by. Listen to Christmas music and sit in his favorite chair by the fire place. It was the only thought that might help me through this Christmas Eve.

Jerry and Stan insisted I spent Christmas Eve with them but they had moved to the desert and I didn’t feel like driving out there. Besides, they needed to be with each other for Christmas Eve.

I started getting dressed for Christmas Eve like I’d done so many times before. Cleaned myself, inserted my plug, put my collar and leash on and decided to wear my old leather jacket that I wore the night I first met my Master in the ‘One Way’.

I put it on and reached in the pocket and pulled out a business card with his name on it. I read again the words he wrote almost twenty years ago. But this time there was a P.S. on the bottom of the card in fresh ink that read. If you keep Christmas as I ordered you to, you will never be alone on Christmas Eve.

Someone had done this to me as a joke. I was not a very thoughtful joke as I started crying and just wanted to crawl in bed. But, what the Hell? I already had poured the egg nog and lit a roaring fire in the fire place, may as well go in and enjoy the fire until it goes out.

Every Christmas Eve, Master B. read Dickens Christmas Carol aloud for the both of us. Each year he got better and better until all our friends insisted he read it to them too. It was the highlight of our holiday. I was so proud of him. He took good care of me and I took good care of him.

I was reading Dickens to myself in front of the fire and must have fallen asleep when all of a sudden there came a knock at the door. I went to peek out but there was no one there. I threw on a robe and opened the door wide but still I could find no one around. Kids, I thought to myself , closed and locked the door, and returned to the living room.

Sitting in my Master’s chair was this enormous older man with a small gut but enough leather on to satisfy any leather fetish. Big tall boots that came up to his thighs, a Master’s harness with cod piece, a heavy leather vest and a Masters cap. Across his lap he had a leather whip.

“Ah, you’re back, slave! Get your robe off and present yourself to Master Nick immediately.”

This was too bizarre! Where had this man come from and how the Hell did he get in here without me seeing him. I was about to protest when he got a twinkle in his eye and put a finger to his lips to stifle my words.

I didn’t speak, I just did as the man ordered. As a approached him I noticed he had a huge leather bag stuffed full of God knows what. I had thrown my rode on the sofa and he looked me up and down with a very nasty smile on his face.

“Turn around bend over and spred ‘em , slave!”

I immediately did as Master Nick ordered and held the position until I was told otherwise.

“I see you’ve followed your Master’s orders and kept Christmas this year but you didn’t believe the note he left you in your jacket pocket, did you?”

“I thought someone was playing a mean trick on me, Master Nick, did he send you to be with me.”

“Ho! Ho! Ho! Indeed he did, slave, now stand up, get your ass over here and make love to Master Nick’s boots. I haven’t got all night. I have a number of other slaves that have been left alone that I have to service! Only the ones that have been very good, of course!”

I went to his feet and began cleaning his boots with a passion. I hadn’t tasted a man’s boots since I cleaned my dead Master’s about a week ago. I had them standing by the fire place thinking about putting them on to feel my Master’s essence. My feet would float in them but that only added to my excitement knowing that I could never fill my Master’s boots.

“Take my boots off, slave, and bring me your Master’s boots. I helped him off with his huge boots and wondered if my Master’s boots would fit him. I placed the first one in my crotch for him to put his big foot into. I was the merriment in his eyes and the smile on his face that he was enjoying me as a slave.

“You took good care of your Master, slave, I can tell!”

He pressed his big foot into my Master’s boots and just before I thought he was going to crush my balls, his foot magically slipped in. The boots fit him like a pair of gloves. He stood up and stomped around in them to get the feel and for my visual benefit. My dick was roaring hard at this big man filling my Master’s boots.

“You did a good job on my boots, let’s see how good you can clean your Master’s boots.”

I shed tears at the taste and flavor of he man’s boots I had licked and cleaned thousands of times. I closed my eyes and could feel Master B.’s feet and toes beneath the heavy leather. Master Nick was chuckling at my ecstacy and hunger. I was devouring my Master’s boots, not for my stomach but for my soul.

All of a sudden I felt his whip come down hard across my ass. It didn’t even startle me. I was so use to Master Billy warming my ass up while cleaning his boots that I just raised my ass higher for Master Nick.

“Ho! Ho! Ho, slave! You are well trained. Soon as I get your butt all warmed up I’m gonna’ give you a present, way up inside you hot little ass.”

He continued to beat my ass for a while and got harder and harder with his strokes. He was really making my ass hot!

“There, hit the position in front of the fire on that bear skin rug.”

I did as ordered and grabbed my legs in my arms. He undid his cod piece and out flopped one of the largest cocks I’ve ever seen on a man. He smiled at me surprise.

“We want to make sure my present it placed way up inside you, don’t we slave?”

“Yes Sir, Master Nick!”

He popped out my plug and checked with his gloved finger to see if I had adequate lubrication for him. He was satisfied and positioned himself at my back door. He leaned over me and took me swift and hard to the base of his big fat dick. I felt his sizable balls slap against my butt.

“Oh, thank you Master Nick, you really are a true Master to take my ass like that. Thank you, Sir!”

“Easy slave, relax! It’s gonna’, get better when Master Nick gets you loosened up, some butt juices flowing, and he starts rootin’ around up in the tight slave ass.”

Master Nick waited until my ass calmed down and then took a couple of small, long, deep strokes into my butt. Woah, he was big as a fucking horse or at the very least a reindeer. Then he started to fuck me seriously.

He fucked me every way he knew how and some ways I’d never dreamed of before. He was one hell of a fuck. He built me up two or three times and ordered me not to come that he wasn’t ready to give me my present yet.I held off and held off until I felt that he was getting ready to put his gift under my tree that I finally let go of three huge volleys of come. He had managed to grab one of his huge thigh high boots and had me shoot on them. I covered both toes of those big boots with my come.

After I’d cleaned him good, helped him back on with his big boot, returned my Master’s to the hearth, and licked my come off his big boots, he settled back in my Master’s big chair with his pipe. He picked up the book, A Christmas Carol and began reading in at the exact spot I had left off.

He had re-plugged my ass and I gathered myself at his feet with my arms wrapped around those big boots of him. Once again, I listened to Dickens story as his booming baritone voice played all the parts.

The next thing I knew, I woke up, getting chilled. The fire was almost out and my head was laying on my Master’s boots propped up against his big chair. I started crying because I was again so lonely. It had all been just a dream.

I stoked the fire and was determined not to feel sorry for myself and get another nog from the kitchen. My ass really felt like it had been righteously fucked but I dismissed it. Going through the hall I passes a full length mirror and looked at my ass. It had been severely whipped recently and was still glowing reder than Rudolph’s nose.

I poured myself another grog and returned to the living room. All the music had stopped and I heard a big booming baritone voice, from far way, “On ye, slaves that pull my sleigh, pull ye fast and out of sight , there is another broken slave’s heart to mend this night!” I didn’t imagine that! I heard it!

I smiled to myself as I cuddled up to my Master’s boots. The grog warmed my insides, the fire warmed me outside and Master Nick’s whip warmed my ass to last the night. It was a good Christmas eve after all. I knew there would be many more ‘cause I was a good slave.

Merry Christmas to all good slaves, and to all a good night!

Waddie Greywolf
Christmas 2001