Ties That Bind

DISCLAIMER: WARNING!! This is a work of homoerotic fiction written by an adult for the purpose of entertainment for other adults. If you are not eighteen year of age or you have any problem with this type of literature then this is a warning to read no further. The author will not be held responsible for any reason if you do.

(Codes: M/M BD/SM Master/slave WS Anal Oral)

Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com

===================================================== THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf

CHAPTER 12 ~ Dead Man Walking

Part I ~ Lone Coyote

"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

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

"Good Morning." Big Jim 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 ain't 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. Or, maybe it decided to give you 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....." 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 my heart."

"I love you, Jim." I said quietly.

"I love you, too, Beau. Let's get up. I can smell coffee from the kitchen." Master Jim was pulling his leathers out of the closet. He sat his big boots out. I remembered an old cleaning rag in the bathroom. 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 top of the huge shaft of the leg stopped right under my nose. I cleaned 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 papa pleased and amused to see his son imitating his actions to be like his old man.

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. It kept poking out the top, winking at me.

I helped him on with his boots, holding each squarely in my crotch. He would feign difficulty getting them on, press hard on my cock and balls 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 piece of leather to put on was his leather vest that he decided to wear 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, Sir." 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 and I like to show you off."

"There's an old man out there that would have a heart attack if you walked out with clothes on and I, for one, don't want to call the paramedics." He joked with me. "Furthermore, his slave won't have clothes on and I know the old man 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 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. Sometimes to straight bikers who Beryl might have mentioned had a nice ass.

Blaine would disappear and after a while come back and tell him, '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 like a Christmas turkey waiting to be stuffed.

Beryl would thank Blaine, kiss him, let Blaine get him good and hard, 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 anyone and would take it slow until he got 'em opened up. The straight guys would get drunk and secretly approach Blaine to see if they could get him to tie them down again for Beryl to use.

Several of the so called straight guys regularly paid Blaine good money to take a ride on Big Beryl's horse. Blaine made a lot of money on the side he never told his old man 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 thought it was fucking hilarious.

I know you and Beryl have some secret agreement between you which I think is wonderful. I'm proud of you for bonding with him that quickly. He doesn't let a lot of people get 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're ordered to pleasure him anyway he wants. I'd share you with either of them. If the 'new penny' thing has to do with you getting fucked? You 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'm your Master, I care about you and I want to show you off." He kissed me on the forehead, went to the closet, got something out of his big heavy biker jacket and came back. He'd 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.

"I'm proud to call you Master, Jim!" We kissed a long and well thought out kiss. He grabbed my leash,

"Come puppy, follow your Master. Do I need to take you outside to lift your leg?"

He thought his joke was funny, so did I. I followed Master Jim past the living room to the small kitchen and Blaine was busy starting breakfast 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 his 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, Cap'n." 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 or squeeze them, he just held them like he was protecting them, keeping them warm; like they were precious to him. 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 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 and play with your dick 'til dawn.

He wanted to go with men in the worse way but 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 the fence in a big way. 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 but never found 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 numerous times. Finally, to keep Blaine from going over there and killing him, I had to do something. The kid loved him unconditionally. He was justifiably scared to death of him but never blamed Breed for his violence.

He felt Breed was misunderstood. When I was sure the kid wanted out and wouldn't run back to him, for his own personal safety, 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's Japanese and Jeb used his Jap name when he sold him."

"Yoshie?" I asked.

"Yeah, that's it." said Big Beryl "How'd ju' know, Beau?"

"He's my boss's slave. He's putting him through medical school at U.S.C. God, maybe I shouldn't have said anything."

"No one will hear it from dad or me." Blaine said. "I'm not fond of the son of a bitch but dad makes me treat him like a Master when 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 loves fucking 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 Goddamn month and he wouldn't loan me out either. Talk about humping door knobs. Sheeeit!! 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 from his eighteen foot, black snake, bull whip 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 ain't so bad now, you twit." Big Beryl said, "We'd be the last to say anything to him about Skip. Breed 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 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 okay. 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 Goddamn 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 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 Tijuana."

"Yeah, we heard about that. 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 an eight inch 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!" replied Beryl.

"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 a family 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 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 made to tow the line, dance to Earl's tune, but he'll be loved and appreciated. He, too, will probably bloom under Earl. They'll probably become the envy Master/slave of our family group. Beside that, Earl D. Shaw is one hell of good looking man.

I saw him the other day and he's obviously a man in love. 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 he's happy. If it can't be with me then I'm glad for Beau it's gonna' be Earl."

"He's a damn 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. Last we saw him was at Dan and Cowboy's in Tucson. We had a great time on round up this year. Ms. Sophie and Gracie , their two cow-ladies, are so fucking funny to watch heard them cows. Earl D. cut a handsome figure as a buckaroo. Get him on a horse and he looks for all the world like one of them old Republic Western cowboy heros. Damn, he sits a fine horse."

Blaine was dishing up food, placing it in front of the two Masters first. Beryl slipped me his and whispered,

" Eat, Boy! I'm undisputed Master of this house, Son, 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 up, Son, you're too damn 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 okay, tell your boss 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 but boxer underwear? Said jockeys limited cock growth; boxers allowed the jewels to breathe and then would take in a deep breath to illustrate?" We laughed.

"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 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.

Old Boxer 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 was working out and was some kinda hot, let me tell you. Made my old cock drip and he kept his little slave on a short leash. The kid 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 either, 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'd 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. You taking good care of your Master, slave?"

"I hope so, Sir."

"I hope so, too, boy, 'cause if I ever hear you're 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. I thought the kid was gonna' rape me. A damn crowed gathered and Boxer kept giggling he was so proud of his boy. I pulled away from him and told the kid, '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. They made a good looking couple. The envy of all the Master and slaves there. Since his Master is a 'Top Man,' of course, he calls him 'Box- Top'!" We giggled.

"I'm glad to hear that about old Box. He was a good man." allowed Blaine.

We no sooner finished than we heard a bike pull up to the front of the house. Blaine could see out the kitchen window.

"It's Breed, Dad."

"Okay, 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, hugged and kissed Big Beryl. He saw Jim and smiled real big as he came to kiss and hug him.

Dad Beryl snapped his fingers at Blaine. He 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 fell to my knees and kissed each of Breed's 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 slowly fell to his knees in front of me, gently placed his hand under my face, 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 said quietly,

"Thank you! You're a beautiful slave. I think you're 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 you have each other." He got up, helped me up and hugged me again. He held me at arms length, looked at my face, turned his head slightly to a tilt, and looked puzzled.

"Have we met before, Beau?" I looked at him closely.

"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." Master Jim laughed as Breed continued,"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 Goddamn mean to him and he only wanted to serve and love me.

I drove him away and I'm so fucking sorry for it. I did to him what I had done to me as a kid and I wouldn't wish that on anybody, yet I did it to him. I've been going to a therapist, been in a group, for about a year and a half now and some day I'm gonna' try to get me another slave to love. I want to make damn sure I treat him right and deserve his love. Another couple years of therapy, I might be ready."

"Sounds to me like you're doing something positive to correct the 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 pulled the foreskin all the way back to expose the head of my cock and rubbed the exposed head with his rough thumb. I winced. "Sorry, I didn't realize it would be that sensitive, slave. I'm cut, so I don't understand that sort of thing. I just wanted to see if it was sensitive. I found out but I didn't mean to hurt you, I promise."

"You didn't hurt me, Breed, but you found out, it's sensitive. No harm done."

"Now, please, give me another 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.

"Thanks for the kiss and the compliment, slave," He handed my leash back to Big Jim. "and, thank you, Jim!" He stuck out his hand for Jim to shake. Jim took his hand.

"You've changed, Breed, I think you may be developing some manners and thoughtfulness." Breed just beamed.

"The way you handled my slave was a credit to any Master."

"It certainly was, Breed." chimed in Beryl.

"Impressed the shit out a' 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 left over 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, 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 my buddy, Big 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 Big 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'n 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'd 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 wouldn't hear or tolerate any excuses. I wouldn't 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." I laughed at Beryl's magic words.

"Blaine was never mean spirited. He could be an ornery motherfucker when he wanted to be, but never with me. I knew he loved me 'cause he'd never stray far. He was just mischievous. He wanted his cake and eat mine too. I knew I had to do something radical to convince him how seriously important his being my slave was to me and ultimately to him.

Once he was on that operating table in Tijuana 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 told them, '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.

When he woke he had a cunt. Nice one too, big, deep. He never once agonized over the change. In fact the first time I used it, he came after about five minutes. Told me 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 Tijuana. 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. Blaine and I talked it over and if you guys come out again, we'd love to watch Jim work you over. That man fucks like a wild animal." I blushed and smiled knowingly at his comments.

"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. Clever, 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're 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, you're 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, slave?"

"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. Inexperienced, you might be, defenseless you ain't." 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 use my 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 on 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. 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. I won't change if you promise not to. Shit, I gotta' have some reason to whup your little butt."

"Deal, Dad."

I noticed Breed kept looking at me and Beryl fascinated with our banter. I could see something running through his mind. He'd 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 laughing.

"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 known each other about 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. You remember little Wes, Master Earl's slave. He cut him out of one of those cages, too. I was his ranking officer but he got me back safely.

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.

"I was over there in that stinking hell hole. Damn, that place stunk all the time. I got shot pretty bad at 'Ply Mae.' There was a corpsman that took his time to patch me up in the field. Three other corpsmen passed over me. Told me I was too wounded to help. 'Let him die.' I heard them say to each other.

There were others less wounded they felt they'd have a better chance of saving. One even told me that as he was patching up my buddy. 'Sorry man, we only have so much time and we have to work fast to save those who have a better chance.' I could only lay there weeping knowing I was going to die. I was lying there with my guts on the ground.

Suddenly, there was this good looking man picking leaves and twigs out of my guts, pulled on a pair of surgical gloves, gently shoveled my guts back inside my abdomen and taped me up. Shot me up on morphine 'til I didn't give a damn whether I lived or died. 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 and help me when the others wrote me off. I owe the son of a bitch my life. He stayed with me 'til the last e-vacs got there. All the other corpsmen left on the first or second e-vacs and left the guys there bandaged. He never left me or the others.

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. I wasn't gay at the time but I loved that man to this day for his forwardness.

Perhaps he knew I needed some love from someone and he was the only person who would or could give it to me. He was man enough to defy straight/gay bullshit convention and give me what I needed at that moment. God, I love that man for that. He swore to me I was gonna' make it. Said 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 Ber'rabbit. You know, like in that Disney movie."

Blaine knew my nickname and watched me closely. He saw me turn pale white as all the blood rushed from my head and things began to go dark. Blaine ran to catch me.

"Steady, Beau, hold on to me, Bro. Hold on, Beau." Big Beryl had hold of me from the back and felt my knees buckle. He held me tight to support me. I put my arms around Blaine and started sobbing uncontrollably with Blaine and Beryl for support.

"Oh, God, no, did I say something wrong, Blaine?"

"This slave you just examined is your Ber'rabbit, Breed."

"Oh, God in heaven, what have I done?" cried Breed in pain and anguish, 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." We went to Breed who was curled up against Big Jim's chest in a fetal position, 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. Big 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. I started laughing. Breed started laughing at me and Blaine laughed at both of us. We'd 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 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.

"Beau, I was so Goddamn scared that day. Scared I was gonna' die. Scared of dying. I had my nineteenth birthday two days before. My life was fucking over at nineteen. It wasn't fair. I didn't do anything to deserve dying in that stinking rice patty. 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 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, 'til they came back. You stayed with me the whole time. You could've been killed. You lit more cigarettes for me, told me you wouldn't leave me and you didn't 'til the Hewey took us both.

Look! He raised his shirt and I saw the massive scars and remembered vividly how it looked back then, when I literally shoveled his guts back into him and picked the leaves and twigs out of his intestines with my fingers. I touched his scars, and it all came rushing back to me as if it were yesterday.

My head fell into his lap, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist, my body started dry heaving and spasming, as he gently stroked my head and kissed me.

"I owe you my fucking life, Beau. I wouldn't have lived if you left me. You knew that, too. Even after you bandaged me you kept telling me to fight. Fuck Nam. Fuck everything, just fight for my damn life. You told me I could make it but I had to want to make it. You couldn't do it for me. I wanted to fight. God knows I wanted to, but laying there in your arms, looking up into your handsome face, I began to see you as a guardian angel. I suddenly never felt more safe in my life.

It was at that moment I knew I was going to make it and I started fighting. You don't know how many times I've thought of that over the years of laying in your arms feeling safe. You were going to see to it that I lived. I was so afraid, I would have given up if you hadn't kept badgering me. You didn't give up. You damn sure weren't gonna' let me give up.

You kept slapping my face to keep me awake. I wanted to kiss you, then kill you, then you'd make me laugh and I'd want to kiss you again. You were so Goddamn cock-sure of yourself and I thought, 'Well, hell, he's a medic he must know what he's doing."

Breed 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.

"Thanks for saving my life, Beau." he whispered. "I tried to send you a letter to thank you. I sent it to Ber'Rabbit 'cause nobody knew your real name. Everybody knew Ber'Rabbit 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. God, what do we do now? My first response would be to say for the three of us to get drunk."

"No!" said Breed, "that doesn't help. It only makes me mean spirited and angry. Sometimes, 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 when I drank. 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. He loved me unconditionally. I let it all slip away because of the uncontrollable rage. The anger, the crippling anger,..but.... at what?

My beautiful slave boy finally had enough. I scared him to death. He ran away. I can't blame him I've tried to run away from me, too. 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 cries sake. A stranger comes along and slaps 'em back in, the army gives you a pat on the butt, sends you back into the huddle and you wonder why you're 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, then they 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 or cares what we went through over there. WWII Vets came home heroes. Korean Vets were heroes. 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 drawing a line in the sand to stop Communism. We thought we were 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 heroes, we were shit. Less than shit when we came back. I guess 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 have a Master who listens endlessly and patiently to me for hours about what we went through and when my anger comes 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'd probably be dead if'n it weren't for him. He has a hard time understanding my self destructive anger but it's always there, lurking in the background."

"We apologize, Masters, for our emotional collapse." Blaine told Big Jim and Beryl.

"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 has to do with the moment. Breed struck a knife in my gut when he said my nickname. I was the only corpsman in Nam they called Ber'rabbit. 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 thousands of miles away 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. 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 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 get 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 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 looked at them all. "Join hands in a circle with me, you ,too, Masters, Jim and Beryl." Never being very religious I remembered an old Indian prayer from my days as a Boy Scouts when I was inducted into the Order of the Arrow, I paraphrased.

"Oh great spirit of all men, heal our hearts, give us the wisdom of the eagle, the courage of the wolf, and the strength of the bear, to overcome our pain. Amen."

"Thanks, Beau, that said it all and I hope he's listening." said Blaine

"Amen to that, Brother." said Breed.

"We gotta' get our minds off this for right now. Our reuniting should be about joy of finding each other and surviving. Damn, it's 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'll 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 tongue was 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're doing it out of love and respect for you," said Blaine. "and not just because we're slaves ordered by our Masters 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's 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 pulled him close.

"We all witnessed it, Son. We saw it happen. 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 all ready taken the biggest step on his journey."

"Yeah, the first one's a motherfucker!" 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's 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 make 'em no finer."

"Breed, you'll probably be seeing us around in the near future. So, there's no misunderstanding, Beau's my slave for right now and for the next four or five months. I'm 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 mine."

"Beau, I mean this with all the love in my heart but it will probably come out wrong!" 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 and chair 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 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 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 Goddamn life Bro."

I put my arms around him and looked him in the eyes. "You're important to me, too, Jimmy. We'll 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.

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!

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 you're 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'd let you, you would have gone into shock, lapsed into coma and I don't know if they could have brought you around." 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

"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." Lewis Carroll

"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 a 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 his Harley." Breed fell out laughing and 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 made it up earlier and 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 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'm 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 you're 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's 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 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've 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'll 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, Kid. You're right, you've done nothing to make me think you would ever consider not obeying me. From this moment on I trust you to be my slave. 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 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 replied and then added, "No question, I agree. I'm your slave and will be until the day I die. If I'm lucky after that, too." Then I added, "If you feel I need correction I will never argue or 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, removed my plug and I headed for the shower.

"I'll be in to get you in a minute. If you're dressed before I get back just wait for me. I'll put your collar back on." 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 itself. 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 family or you being put on the market. I don't think, with his reputation, Breed could get into the family in time to qualify anyway. We just feel it would be better not to say anything to him at this time.

If he continues to improve we certainly won't deny him the chance to be a part of our family. 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 but he'd 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, Dad 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 Jim 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 hole. 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 but I 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 I get to pull your caboose first."

"Aaaah, you do know 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's 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 arms around me. "I can't make up my mind whether you're 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 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.

"Damn fine, Son, now, slowly turn your head and look at Breed's crotch." He whispered. 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.

"Uuuh, 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." Big Beryl barked at Breed. Breed walked over and Master Beryl snapped his fingers for me to clean Breed's 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.

"This is too fucking much, Guys. Can I pull my dick out and play with myself, Beryl? I'm 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 his nice cock and kissing the head. He held it for me so I could clean it real good and then I sucked and cleaned his balls. I came back to his cock and continued to lick it. "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 dick of mine is so hard for you I can just feel it in that hot little mouth. Do you want to taste my love, slave?"

"Please, Master Breed, I want it really bad. It would give me joy to pleasure you, Sir."

"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!" Big Beryl allowed, "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 Breed's 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, you're 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, Uuhhoogg! 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, 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'm 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, 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 to 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 joined 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 slave's butt." Master Jim snapped his fingers at the both of us. Blaine and I started laughing and hugged each other. Beryl shook his big finger at me.

"Beau, you're asking for it, Son!" He said laughing. "You're gonna' feel the sting of my whip yet."

I looked at Blaine, winked and said to Blaine but loud enough for all to hear, "God, Blaine, what does it take? We 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, 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 ride. Shall we.....?" We headed for the bikes.

"I'm gonna' ride to the gate with you but I need to take off and get on home." Breed said. We all said our goodbyes 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 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 whoever you end up with, 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 a 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 my Master's Harley. I used my mouth to make love to his cod piece and suck on it, chased his balls around, and cleaned it good.

"Okay 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. He was holding Babe who was happy to see my hole. Babe wanted in me bad and I didn't keep him waiting. I 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?" Teased Big Beryl.

"It's like a dream come true, Master. Crank up the beast?" Master started the big bike, it sputtered and belched to life. We started off behind Beryl, Blaine and Breed. Blaine was sitting on Beryl's cock. 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 try 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 when you shoot."

"I won't shoot until you tell me too, Master. Oh shit, Master, you missed a bump." He started laughing and that 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 bike to open the gate for himself to ride through.

Master Jim 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 eighteen Harleys slowed to pull in the gate. Breed waved and opened the gate for them. They pulled up to us and had big shit eating smiles on their faces.

"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, old Friend, I've had it with this slave. 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. I'll have to take him for a short ride myself."

"Agreed! You'll see." They both laughed. About half the way back we hit a big bump and it triggered my Master's come switch. I felt Babe start to swell and started making love to him with my ass. I felt his flow began and we hit another bump that slammed me back so hard on Babe I shot, shot, and shot. Then the giant filled me as I emptied into my damn cod piece. We pulled up in front of the house. The other bikers parked and got off their bikes. They all had beers in their hands, walked over to us, 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.

"Don't be shy. Just be my slave and do what we ordinarily do. You pull off, clean my cock and replace my cod piece. Then I think you have another ride coming." I raised slowly 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. He grabbed me around my waist knowing what I was up to and whispered as he kissed me behind the ear,

"I love you Beau and I trust you to be my slave. Any good Master could." I reluctantly pulled off and hit the ground on my knees. I loving cleaned Babe to more whistles and cat calls but not without some admiration.

"Got yourself a damn nice looking slave there, Big Jim. Any man here'd be proud to ride that ass on his Harley." Cheers went up. Master got off his bike and walked me over to Big Beryl's Bike.

Blaine had all ready 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, 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.

"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.

"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're bad today." Big Beryl's bike had more rake to it than Big Jim's. The giant's 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 big hairy arm holding me tight, his ample cock up my ass, riding his big bike, all the while getting the fuck of my young life. "Don't get no better'n 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, Sir."

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 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, 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 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 was ready.

"Thank you, Master."

"We're both gonna' enjoy this, Son. Then I'm gonna' fuck you 'til 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 an eighteen foot, latigo, black snake, 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 tasted my whip and you know who that is. You'll be number two. Welcome to the family, Son!" He wasted no time as he undid my leather pants and pulled them down to expose my ass. 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. He grabbed me around the waist, pulled my ass up, 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 put his free arm around my waist and pull me tight against the cool, warm feeling of his leather pants. I could feel his engorged cod piece in the crack of my ass and pushed my starving hole suggestively against it.

"Steady, slave, you'll get all of me in good time but only as a reward." 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're 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!! Oh, God! Thank you, Master Beryl!! Thank you!!"

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!!! HARDER!!"

CRACK!!! "OH, GOD!! OH!! OH!! Sweet Jesus!" I shot the last one three feet into the air.

He came to me in a second, kissing me and crying, tears running down his big handsome face. I had not cried 'til then and I let out all the emotion of the weekend 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.

"Did I please you, Dad?"

"You have to ask?" He said looking down at his 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 and I pulled up my leather pants. 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 'til 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. He was an expert at riding a Harley and he was just as accomplished at riding a slave- boy's ass. 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.

"Master, give this slave what he needs. 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 ever shot into me. Master Beryl 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 and held him.

"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 sometime 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 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 that 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 a number of years. I thought, 'Yeah, yeah, so he's Blaine's hero. We all need heroes. 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."

"Several men call me that but you and Blaine are the only two that have that right."

"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 his 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 afternoon 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 blooms 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 die 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 expanded my mind as I lay against giant number two being rocked gently by the motion and vibration of his huge machine. His one enormous arm holding me tight against his massive chest. Once again I told myself, "Don't get much better'n this, Beau!" I could feel his goodness holding me, surrounding me, bathing me, washing over me in a baptism of mutual bonding, a quiet sense of love. A thought comes to mind: Is it possible that the hugest whole of all creation may be less incalculable than a single kiss?

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End Chapter 12 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com