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(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 13 ~ Meeting the Family
Part I ~ Clan McInnis
"In olden times my Master did battle with the highland tribes, his strong and fearless slave fought fiercely by his side, The victory theirs, his Master bought him pretty ribbons to lemniscate his bright red beard and light green eyes. No spoils of victory does the warrior slave have longings for. His hard fought prize lies warm between his noble Master's thighs" Canto 40 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux
I didn't want my ride with Big Beryl to end. I felt like a five year old boy being taken for a ride on daddy's big hog. His huge bear like arm was wrapped around me to make sure his little boy didn't fall off. Never mind that he tweaked my tits from time to time. A daddy has that right. This old man could have tweaked anything I had and I would have begged for seconds.
I thought about what Master Jeb told me: Sometimes, the truest members of your family aren't born under the same roof as you. I understood what he meant. He was right. This man and my slave brother in a short period of time have been to the gates of hell and back with me. They looked into my soul and found it fair. I was accepted as worthy. They offered me family. I wouldn't refuse.
Who wouldn't want a brother with a cunt and a daddy with a fourteen inch cock? We pulled up and Big Jim came out to greet us followed by the mob of bikers who were in randy spirits. I noticed four or five nude men with dog collars. Blaine himself was naked. They all wanted to know were we'd been and what we'd been up to.
Blaine winked at me and did a questioning movement to me with his hands like he was pulling a rope on an overhead pulley. I nodded, smiled back and he smiled knowingly opening his arms as if to welcome me, then blew me a kiss. Big Beryl once again swept me up into his huge arms and announced to all.
"Okay, I know you horn dogs are anxious to meet Big Jim's new slave but give us a minute and you will. Jim you want to come with us?" I had my arms around Beryl's bull neck as the big man carried me into the house amidst whistles and cat calls. He and Big Jim carried me into the guest bedroom and closed the door. There was a knock on the door. It was Blaine asking if he could come in. Dad said 'yes' but close the door. Blaine ran to me as Dad sat me on my feet and hugged me.
"Welcome to the family, little Brother. Can I see?" asked Blaine, referring to my stripes. "Blaine, give the lad a chance. Don't forget your manners, Son." Big Beryl said gently. "He has to take his leathers off anyway to be presented to the family. Beau take your leathers off and Jim replace his plug if you wish. He has a lot to hold in there for a while. Blaine, help him off with his leathers. Make yourself useful." He spun me around and looked at me sternly.
"And as for you young man. I hope you learned you're lesson today."
"Yes, Sir, I did, Master Beryl."
"And what lesson did you learn, slave?"
"Oh, God! You just had to ask?" Big Jim blurted out laughing.
"That you love me, Master Beryl." He was silent for a moment then let out the biggest whoop of laughter I ever heard. He grabbed me, pulled me to him, hugged and kissed me.
"That was exactly the right lesson you were to learn, Son." He patted me on my sore ass and I winced. "Every time you sit down for the next couple of days you're gonna' be reminded of who loves you, Son. Welcome to the family. Help him off with his leathers, Blaine. Get him some ointment for his stripes and I'll go throw a bone to the dogs. Blaine, come and get me when he's ready. Jim you wait here with him." Blaine was like a nervous midwife. I sat gently on the bed. Shit, my ass hurt but it hurt good. I was proud of how much it hurt. Sick? Not for me and Blaine.
"Blaine, Honey, how can I be so proud of the way my ass hurts? And, Blaine, it hurts so damn good." I had tears in my eyes and Blaine rolled on the floor laughing with me. Big Jim was chuckling like a proud papa.
"You should be proud, little Bro. You're the only other person to taste his whip besides me. Now, you can call him dad and know you've earned the right. Congratulations, my hero Brother." He hugged and kissed me on the cheek. He got my boots off and helped me off with my leathers. Master Jim stood me up, turned me around and whistled. Then he spun me back around and kissed me hard.
"Welcome to the family, slave. You have my full trust to be the slave I need you to be. I'll never question your desire to be my slave again. Hit the position, I'll get your plug in, you can meet the family, and then we have to get on our way back to Mt. Washington. We have an hour and a half on my bike and you have to make up your mind on the way if you want to stay over or leave for Silverlake."
I hit the position and Blaine went to get some ointment. Master popped my plug in and made sure he seated it properly. He cleaned me gently and got a warm wash cloth to wash old swinger and my balls. He rinsed it and gently wiped my face.
"I washed my coveralls yesterday morning. So I don't have to go home. Master, how could I leave you this evening?" Once again I had tears in my eyes. He was holding me as Blaine returned to apply some ointment.
"Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine......Nine?"
"I came Blaine."
"Oh, here's number Ten. Oh, and here's number Eleven. Yes I can see it."
"Yeah, I begged him for that one to get the rest out."
"You came on number nine?"
"Afraid so, is that bad?"
"Hell, no, that's damn good. You don't know how many times it took me to learn to come at all that way. Now I can come at Eight, or Nine. Whammo! Saved my ass from being shredded several times. Dad takes me to the barn every other month or so to remind me who's boss. As if I didn't know." Blaine said looking down between his legs. We both laughed.
"He made a believer out a' me, Blaine, I love your old man."
"Our old man, little Bro, our old man."
"Thanks Bro, I guess we really are brothers now."
"Yeah, but I'm the Bro. they should be calling Little Beaver."
"Blaine, you're much badder than I am." We rolled with each other laughing.
Blaine ran to get Beryl. He returned in a moment. The mob outside began to chant.
"Jim/Beau! Jim/Beau! Jim/Beau!"
"I thought they were chanting for Big Jim. Jimbo! Jimbo!
"Hear that, Son, there chanting for you." Beryl said. I was confused.
"Jim, lead your slave behind me. Blaine, bring up the rear."
Away we went into the room with the hottest men and a number of straight women. Straights, Masters, slaves, independents all chanting,
"Jim/Beau!"
I suddenly understood. I didn't know what to think. It was the first time in my life I'd ever been nude in front of that many people. It didn't bother me at all. I was Master Jim's slave, his chosen one. I had nothing to fear. He was the only one in the room I must please and it pleased him for me to be nude. End of story.
As we came into the room a hush fell over them and they craned their necks and tip toed behind others to get the best look they could. Then one person started applauding, then two, then six, until they were all stomping their boots, yelling, whistling and applauding. Big Beryl held up his hand for silence then spoke,
"Ladies, (a giggle went through the crowd), Gentlemen, Masters, slaves, I have the pleasure of presenting to you my brother in our family clan, who will present to you his slave. His slave is a full member of this family, Clan Mc Innis, with all the rights and privileges of any slave within this clan." The old man grabbed me and spun me around so everyone could get a good shot at my stripes.
There was many aaaahs and oooohs when they saw my shredded ass. Then they clapped and stomped their boots again and chanted,
"Beau!" "Beau!" "Beau!"
Big Beryl held up his hand, turn me back around, put his big arm around me and pulled me close.
"This man is to be afforded your protection from any outsider wishing to do him harm. Furthermore, he is a member of my inner circle of family consisting of my slave Blaine, Master Jim, Breed and now Beau James or Little Beaver. Any man who harms him, harms me and mine. I give you, Master Jim." There was a big applause.
"Thank you Master Mc Innis, my Brother, Big Beryl. Friends and family members may I present to you my new slave for training, Beau." He snapped his fingers at me. "Kneel in front of your new family, slave."
I did and turned the palms of my hands outward. Someone started a chant in the back of the room.
"Beau! Beau! Beau! Beau!"
They got louder and louder and then broke into yelling and screaming.
"He will now be happy to meet each of you individually showing Masters and straight men his respect and your slave's his love." There wasn't a man in the room that didn't get in line. I've never kissed so many hot pair of boots in my life. I was in boot slave heaven. Several of the Masters were handsome men and the straight men didn't hold back. The hottest kiss I got was from a straight man who turned to his lady and asked,
"You sure we can't get one of these?"She gave me an even hotter kiss and played with my cock until it was hard.
"I have no problem with it." Everyone saw my rock hard cock, her looking at in her hand, licking her lips and roared with laughter.
The Masters would have their slave's kneel in front of me to hug and kiss me. One small slave was the prettiest young boy who's Master recently had to have his penis removed for medical reasons and only his balls remained. His Master named him Button. He was as cute as one. He was barely twenty-one but looked about sixteen. He was shy and embarrassed. I kissed him and held him tight a long time. I began to get hard and he could feel it.
I whispered so only he could hear me, "You're so beautiful. Be proud of who and what you are. Be proud of the old man you serve, too. He wouldn't have let them do that if he didn't love and care enough about you. Besides that, my love, he's one of the most drop dead good looking men I've ever laid eyes on."
We shared a secret laugh. He went away walking a little taller with a smile on his face. His Master, Zack, pulled me aside later and asked what I said to him because his slave wouldn't tell him. I told him I didn't wish to offend him but unless his slave gave me permission or my Master ordered me, I couldn't tell him. He accepted my reply.
"Well, what ever you told him here's my thanks." He leaned toward me and kissed me gently on the mouth. I winked at his slave and shook my head like I didn't tell and he smiled even bigger. We met everyone. Blaine and a couple other slaves put out food. We had a quick bite and Master Jim sent me in to put on my leathers as we had to leave. I went into the bedroom to put on my leathers and Blaine walked in.
"My Master sent me in to check on you and help you load Master Jim's bike."
"I'm just about finished Blaine, but while I have you alone for a minute I must tell you why I wanted to try your cunt."
"Little Brother, Beau, my hero, don't you think I know? Don't you think for a minute that old man doesn't know either. Believe me if you ever decide to have it done, you won't regret it. At least I haven't. I really can't speak for others but when I have that old man up inside me rootn' around 'til hell won't have it, I wonder what I ever wanted a dick for in the first place. I never really got that much out of fucking women.
I just thought if you were a man that's what you did. I had a big dick and they thought I was good looking. Thank God, Dad thought so, too. I did it because it became a challenge to me to see if I could fuck a good looking woman before anyone else in the crowd had her. I never made it a secret I was Dad's sex slave, his boy.
He never lied to me. I knew from the first night I ask him to fuck me there was no turning back. Never really wanted to. First time I had that old man inside me, I knew I could never go back. I don't feel like a woman if that's bothering you. I'm not, nor ever will be a woman but I do love my little man cunt.
The only thing I miss is jacking off. I have to depend on dad to get me off. That's his way of controlling me. You and I both know I need someone to control me, so it works out. When I'm not bad he gives me more sex than I need. That old man wakes up horny and goes to bed horny."
"Kiss me, Brother." I said to Blaine. He laughed at me.
"Your slave awaits, Master." We kissed a good kiss.
"I miss you all ready, Bro." Blaine allowed.
"Me, too, love, me, too." I agreed. We carried Master Jim's bag out a side door and loaded his bike. Then we went back in to get Master Jim. Everyone oooed and aaahed at me in my leathers. I knelt in front of Master Jim and lovingly kissed each of his boots to much more clapping and aaaawws. His hand was waiting and I kissed the back and put it to my forehead and held it there.
"Come, beautiful slave, come to your Master's arms." I did and we kissed a long and passionate kiss. Clapping from the crowd and more aaawwwss.
"You ready, Son?"
"May I have your permission to say goodbye to someone special, Master?"
"Certainly?" My Master replied. I walked over to Master Zack. All eyes in the room were watching me. I knelt in front of him.
"With your kind permission, Master Zack, may this slave tell your slave goodbye?"
"We'd both be honored, slave."
"Thank you, Sir!" I turned slowly to Button who was kneeling, too.
"Please stand, little Brother. " He looked at his Master who nodded his okay. I gently kissed where his little penis had been and put my cheek to his stomach and hugged him tight.
"Now, kneel down here with me." He did without looking at his Master. I spoke softly but loud enough his Master could hear.
"Remember what I told you?"
"I'll remember, Master Beau." Awwws, from the crowd.
"I'm not a Master, Little One, I'm a slave just like you. Call me Beau, Little Beaver or big Brother, understand?"
"Yes, Sir."
"Now , give me a kiss." Button kissed me like an angel, a very passionate angel.
"I love you, Beau." The crowd went aaaawww, again.
"I love you, too, little Brother. If you ever need to write me or talk, only with your Master's permission, he knows where Master Jim lives and how to contact him. I'm his slave. Now, you be good to your Master and remember what I told you."
"I will and thank you, Beau."
"You're so welcome, Button."
"Thank you, Master Zack." I kissed each of his boots. He had his hand waiting. I kissed it and put it to my forehead.
"Get up here, slave!" I arose and he put his arms around me with tears in his eyes. Master Zack hugged and kissed me. "Thank you, Beau, thank you so much." I turned to the crowd.
"I wish I had time to individually wish each of you a good night as my heart would want but forgive this slave and his Master this time, we're running late. Thank you for welcoming this slave into your family. I couldn't wish for better. Goodbye, and may the great Spirit walk with each of you. Especially you, my love." I blew a kiss to little Button. They all clapped, waved, and yelled goodbye. I returned to Master Jim who had tears in his eyes as did the old man. Beryl and Blaine walked us to the Harley. I thought the old man was gonna' lose it. He hugged and kissed Big Jim then hugged and kissed me.
"I'm not too good at goodbyes, Beau, especially someone I just welcomed into my family. You don't want to see this old man lose it, now, do you?"
"Oh, God, You just had to ask again." said Master Jim rolling his eyes toward heaven.
"Well, yes," I said laughing "I'd like that very much."
"Give me another kiss, you asshole." I fell into the big man's arms.
"I love you, Dad."
"You know I love you, Son. Now, you two ride safe and Jim give me a call when you get home, please."
"We will, good night." We rode away into the cool desert night air. I'm sure it was the wind that was making the tears form in my eyes because I was getting the water from Big Jim's eyes as well.
"You okay, Master Ox?" I yelled up to him.
"Just a little sad the weekend's coming to an end."
"Yeah, me too. I don't know when I've had a better time but my ass hurts like a motherfucker." He started laughing and I laughed, too. We laughed all the way to the fucking gate.
The ride back to Mt. Washington was magic. Coming down Kellogg hill before West Covina you could see the lights of the city for miles. When you're on a bike with the air around you, the lights, the feeling of power and speed, there's nothing like it in the world. We made good time and got back just before eight o'clock. I was exhausted. All I wanted to do was shower, service my Master and hit the sack.
God, my ass hurt good. I felt every rock on the ride to the gate and every flaw in the freeway. I thought about a letter to my State Assemblyman.
Dear Sir, Have you ever tried to ride on the back of a Harley with an ass that's just been shredded by an eighteen foot blacksnake bull whip? Well let me tell you, Sir, with the flaws in our freeways it's not pretty. Your's truly, Slow Walkn' Slave.
Master Jeb was there to greet us. He was not the least concerned we were a bit late. He told me he found my coveralls in the washer and dried them for me. I fell to my knees and kissed his boots to thank him. After he told me to rise he looked me in the eye.
"You've gone through a lot since I last looked into those eyes." I hugged my rock to me.
"You are so right, Master. You don't know how fucking right you are and please excuse your slave's language."
"That's all right, Son, tell me, do you have new family now?" How could he know? I was too tired to figure it out.
"Master Beryl inducted me into his Clan. Blaine, his slave is the officer I carried on my back to safety in Nam, who put me up for the star. Their friend and outlaw biker Breed who mistreated Yoshie was a grunt who's guts I shoveled back in his belly in Nam and saved his life.
Have I been through a lot? My ass has been shredded by Master Beryl's eighteen foot bull whip yet I feel so fucking proud and it hurts so good I don't know whether to shit or go blind. You'd have been proud of me, Master, I didn't come until the ninth or tenth stripe of his whip. I don't know." I shrugged my shoulders, "You tell me, please Master, do you think that's a lot?"
He just looked at me incredulously shaking his head not wanting to laugh because it sounded so preposterous.
"Go ahead, laugh, Master, I have been to keep my sanity." Master Jeb laughed with me and held me. He had become my rock.
"Beau, I don't worry for your sanity. You're working it out by leaps and bounds. Can you hear the echoes of that frightened little butch bottom that walked in this house over a month ago?"
"Master Jeb, I don't even know who that person was; his not wanting to be a slave to another man. Giving up his independence. What a laugh. Being told what to do and when to do it. He's slowly fading and a new man, a man-slave is emerging from the cocoon who can't wait to try his wings. Even if, by some quirk of fate, Master Earl doesn't win the bid. I'll be the best slave I can be to the Master that does buy me. I'm not afraid."
"Then, I take it we can skip the lecture on 'punishment for punishment's sake.'" He said laughing. "Only if you weren't going to demonstrate. If you were then I insist." He fell out laughing.
"Oh, God, Beau, you're a treasure. Go on, we'll talk later, my love, go serve your giant. He probably is feeling a bit down knowing the weekend is coming to an end."
"Yes, Sir, he's all ready shared that with me, and thank you for the chance to have quality time with him. I know you arranged that and gave of yourself to see it happen. I love you for that Master, thank you."
"Go, on with you...go!" I knelt and kissed his boots once more before departing.
"Goodnight, Master."
"Goodnight, Son."
I climbed the stairs, quietly walked to the Bear's Den and found Master Jim in his chair, in the dark, looking out at the city. I knocked softly.
"Come...!" I went to him and knelt to kiss his boots. He let out a big loving sigh and gave me his hand. I kissed it lovingly and massaged it with my fingers before putting it to my forehead. When I did he leaned over and kissed my forehead by my hand and pulled me into his big lap.
"I know." Was all I said.
"I know you do love, you feel the same."
"You're right, I do. But come, Master Ox, my giant, my Master, my animal, my clansman, my protector, my brother, my lover, my heart, let your worthless slave take all that from you for a while and forget we have to part tomorrow morning. I would do anything for you at this moment to ease your pain." I reached up and kissed him gently behind the ear.
"You mean as sore as your ass is you'd ride old Babe to the barn?"
"I'd strap them spurs on your boots myself Master and tell you not to spare the horse."
"By the way, Master, did you call Master Beryl?"
"I just got off the phone with him. I called while you were in the kitchen with Jeb."
"You have no idea the impression you made on that man. He will be your champion until the day you die and then sing heroic songs about you afterward. He founded our clan and it's not easy to get into. Many have tried and not been accepted. The one's who are in the clan are wonderful people. I hope you get a chance to know them. Well, I know you will. Earl and I both are members of his clan family, Clan Mc Innis."
"I could just kick myself..." Big Jim started.
"We weren't gonna' talk like that. You promised your slave and he expects his Master to keep that promise."
"You're right, that's part of trusting me to be your Master. It's when I think of things, like what you did for that little slave tonight. He was so fucking scared and embarrassed. You went out of your way to make him feel like a king. You singled him out to say goodnight. You were the star of the evening and yet you knew he was hurting. You stopped and shared some of your importance with him. You let him know you thought he was important. That did more good than you or I will probably ever know. I know his Master got me aside and couldn't thank me enough for you.
You don't know the impression you made on everyone by that small simple act of kindness. The way you dealt with his Master was equally impressive. I knew at that moment Jeb was right. It's nothing but a compliment to tell you, you're a natural slave. I trust you to be my slave and obey any order I give you without hesitation. I know you'll obey me. I can take that to the bank, just as I know when Big Beryl sets himself up you're gonna' shove him off his perch and make him laugh all the way down.
You're the only man , Master or slave, I've ever seen get away with that and he loves it. You may get your ass beat regularly but I'm beginning to believe you wouldn't mind that too much. What you did for that kid, Beau, was the same thing you did for Breed in Nam. You didn't pass over him. You stopped to care. You did something. You saved Breed's life. I don't think you remembered Breed because in your mind you probably wrote him off as dead. You did your best but you thought he died. You were almost shocked that he was alive."
"You're right, Master, I was. I truly didn't think he would live in the chopper back to the hospital. I did get that letter from him and was glad he made it but never thought I'd ever see him again. There were thousands like Breed, Master, that I saved. Thousands I didn't pass over and was ordered too. I was always in deep shit because I stayed behind to help just one more. I was too good at what I did for them to bitch too much; besides, those medals don't mean shit outside but while you're in they open doors you wouldn't believe."
"Knowing you, you never used them for promotion. Just to get them off your back so you could do your job."
"That's about it, Sir, you know me pretty well by now."
"Is there any one you can remember that you would want to run into?"
"Yes Sir, one, his name was Johsua Cochran. He gave me something for safe keeping and I want to give it back? I'll show you, Sir." I left and went to where Master Jeb had put my box and brought it back with me. I undid the box and took out another small rectangular box. I crawled back up in Master's lap and handed him the box. He took it and opened it and removed the contents. A perfectly rectangular ten inch piece of clear acrylic plastic two inch, by two inch, by ten inch. He held it up to the light.
"My God, Beau, the man's penis?"
"Yes, Master. He was another wounded man I couldn't pass up and the other corpsmen wrote him off for dead. I knew a man could live without his penis but you had to stop the bleeding or he would bleed to death. I shot him up with morphine, lit him a joint of killer weed, and cauterized the sucker right there in the field. I picked up his dick and slipped it into the pocket of my jacket and thought I'd see if some hot shot surgeon would try to reattach it for the poor guy.
We were told if a man got his dick shot off it was better to let him die by bleeding to death. All the other corpsmen passed him over. I couldn't get him out quick enough but I did talk to five of the surgeons. They examined his dick and none of them would try. They said it had been off too long. Hell, they could have a least tried. I was heart sick because you have to admit it is a beautiful cock. I brought it back to camp with me and made love to it that night I was so frustrated, distraught, and angry."
"I'm afraid to ask. What... did...you... do... with... it?"
"I pulled a couple of rubbers all the way over it and tied it with a string at the base. Then I lubed it real good with KY, shoved it all the way in my ass, then went and screwed the shit out of Wes. I could feel it creeping further up my ass every time I came but it was on a string. I could pull it out. I slept with it way up inside me all night."
I started to cry softly on Master Jim's chest.
"Now, you know the worst of me, Master. I'm ashamed. I desecrated the man's organ but in my defense I wanted it to have someone share love with it even if it was me that had to do it. I had the next day off and I had been making a monkey pod coffee table you could put shells and stuff in then pour it solid with this acrylic plastic that you could see through.
So I made this little box and poured his dick in solid plastic to preserve it. It hasn't changed a bit from the day I put it in my pocket. See. I even engraved his name on it. I tried to find him since I've been back but haven't been able to. Master, do you think it would be too gross to give a man back his penis after all these years?"
"Well, Beau, I'd want it if it were mine and if you ever do find him I wouldn't hesitate telling him the same story you just told me. I would want to know that someone felt that strongly about me losing my dick that he took it and used it to have sex one last time. What you did and the spirit you did it in was not one of desecration. It was one of love and homage to the poor man. You bet I'd tell him. If you were with me, I'd order you to tell him!"
"You can anyway, Master, if that's your wish I know you wouldn't order me to do something you didn't believe was right. Is that your order to me?"
"I don't mean to take advantage of my position but in this case, yes, it very definitely is my order. That's how strongly I feel about you being up front and honest with the guy. He'd probably be thrilled at your story unless he's become a hardened ass hole. In that case you did your best to tell him how upset and empathetic you were for his loss.
If you tell him you took his severed cock to six separate surgeons to try to find one that would even attempt to reattach it, what man could harbor hatred toward you no matter what you did with his dick? We can't ever be one hundred percent sure someone is going to react the way we hope but how often has your gut reason and truthfulness steered you the wrong way."
"You're right about that, Master." I put Josh's dick away and changed the subject.
"May I sleep in your arms tonight, Master?"
"I'm glad you decided to stay, to sleep in this old man's arms. He just may never let you go."
"Then come, my Giant Master. Let your slave undress you and whisper sweet secrets to Babe. Would you want me to jump in the shower first."
"Oh no, you got at least two hefty loads up there. Let's put another up there, plug your butt so they don't leak out and absorb that good Master come. I notice your beard is getting really heavy and your moustache is filling in well. You've got a lot more hair on your chest, too. Several Masters wondered if you were a Master and decided to switch. Little Button just knew you were a Master. He was damn cute but his Master shouldn't have left the balls; should have had 'em sewn up inside him."
"I think I agree, Master, I think it would have been easier for the kid to adjust. Shit! Would you listen to me? Six weeks ago I would've run the other way and now I'm expressing an opinion on something I may very well have done to me in the near future. I just realized, I'm not afraid anymore. I don't think I could have reached out to Button if I was afraid. In essence I told him,
"I'm not afraid so you don't be afraid."
"You're absolutely correct, Love. If it ever comes to be, do you fear me taking them?"
"Not a bit. If you require them, they're yours. Whatever it would take to serve you I'm willing to give. I might beg you to consider a man cunt like Blaine's. If that was unacceptable then I wouldn't question further."
"Does it bother you I may have changed my hard line on that subject?"
"Not at all, Master, I just think you've worked through some things and if you found a slave that willingly provided for your needs you wouldn't have to require that of them. I hope I might have had some small role in that decision. But, what if your slave felt it necessary for him to prove to you the totality of his commitment to be your slave and give them to you like Scout did?"
"That, in some ways, can be an empty gesture as Scout's was. He knew he was holding back from me and thought that would be the ticket that would gap the divide between us. I'll admit it helped but there was always something missing. It's vain to compare people and you're nothing alike; however, unlike Scout, you have never held anything back from me from my first night with you. If anything you give fifty percent more than a hundred percent of yourself to me at all times. Like right now, your ass has to be hurting like hell and dragging, yet you're so concerned for my pain, yours doesn't matter. Why would I want your cock and balls to wear around my neck when you give me more than what I need?"
"As a trophy, perhaps?"
"With my collar and leash on you, you on my arm, that's trophy enough for me, Little Beaver."
"Do you really mean that, Master Ox?"
"With all my heart, little One, with all my heart."
Of course we kissed. It was one of those moments when your soul pours into another and becomes one. Something I never thought would happen between the giant and Little Beaver. A painful alarm rang in my subconscious; remember your commitment to Master Earl.You will honor that commitment to the man that first laid claim to your heart. The man that had no hesitancy to ask you for a commitment in return. The man you promised your all to. You will honor that commitment. Give the giant what you can. You have love enough for both.
Just don't mislead him that there's the smallest chance you'll have a change of heart about your commitment to Master Earl. You can't and you won't. Not to be spiteful to the giant, you're not enjoying his pain but it's not your fault. He had a chance, he knows it, he will have to deal with it. For now, pleasure him as he is today your Master and will be more than you thought, through your training. Show him your love. You're not to be the judge of him. He will judge himself.
"Come, Master Ox, let me undress you, rub your back for you. Under that leather cod piece I can hear a wee small voice of a good friend that's crying to himself. 'Little Beaver has forgotten about me. He doesn't love me any more. He hasn't ridden me in a long time.'"
I lifted his left leg between my legs with the instep of his big boot to my crotch and clamped my thighs around it. He put his other big boot on my ass and gently but forcefully pushed until his left boot began to move off his foot. It came off and while I was enjoying the smells of it I was clamped on to his right boot being pushed on my ass by his big foot.
Both of them off, he smiled his proud papa smile as his little boy feasted on the fresh smells of both his boots. My dick got roaring hard. The smell of the giant's boots does that to me every time. I don't care if I have just been fucked for the fortieth time and came every time. Put his boot under my nose and 'Sproing'! Is that being conditioned to sexual response? You bet your sweet ass it is. I loved it. It was a sure guarantee I'd be ready for him at a moments notice.
I rode Babe good. Not just a trip around the block. I rode him and made him climb the hill at least three or four times until the giant was ready to ring my neck if I did it to him again. When a giant threatens bodily harm you know it's time to ride Babe to the barn. Poor Babe's tongue was hanging out when the giant arched in mid air sending every last drop of his come into me with saliva slung everywhere as the beast in him lost it.
I loved that fucking beast. I felt the love of my old man in the desert every time I slammed my ass down hard on old Babe, too. I could feel him breathing heavy over my shoulder giving me pointers,
"A little harder right there, longer stroke, that's it, that's it, Son, now take the man home, Son, you've worked hard for it, you deserve it, enjoy it."
"Thanks, Dad." I said quietly.
"You calling me, Dad, Beau?"
"No, Master, I was just thanking dad for the tips he was giving me while riding Babe and for my shredded ass." Master Jim laughed a funny laugh.
"Yesterday, I would have said you were yanking my chain. Now, I just think, 'Well, that was really nice of old Beryl to help out.'" Then he really laughed. "I told you, you had a convert. I will never question what comes out of that mouth again. I'll just think, well, it's kinda weird but I'm gonna' bank it just in case." He reinserted my plug, and we showered together making sweet love.
Since I didn't come while riding Babe (I was too busy listening to Coach Beryl) The giant made me straddle his big leg and bounced me, fucking my plug while jacking me off in the stream of the hot water. It didn't take long for old swinger to shoot with that monster paw wrapped tightly around it choking it to death. Woah, dogies, bingo, and jackpot all rolled into one.
I crawled into bed one tired little motherfucker. I'd never had so much emotion, sex, joy, love, pain, acceptance, giving, receiving, laughter, and heartache crammed into one twenty four hour period in my life. I had become a Mt. Washington Rough Rider and was damn proud of it. Almost as proud as the flesh on my butt.
I felt like I could face anything. Bring on your worst world, Little Beaver is ready for you now. I lay still as my giant gently rubbed ointment on my proud butt. It felt so good having his massive paw rub my butt. Then he moved to my back and I remember taking one deep breath and letting it out slowly. I must have drifted off to sleep when I felt two massive hairy arms thrown around me and pull my backside to a hairy monster's chest and crotch.
It brushed it's hairy face against my neck, probably to sniff me to see if I smelled edible? It's male member kept sticking out between my legs. I was in a nether world and thought, 'I hope it's a good monster. It certainly feels comfortable. I wonder if it will just let me sleep next to it for a while? It's so damn warm with all that fur. It may eat me during the night. Don't care. Be worth it."
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End Chapter 13~ The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com Visit Web Site: http://www.asstr.org/~Waddie_Greywolf