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 years 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 17 ~ GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD

Part I ~ Prince Of The Yavapie

The brave saw a skin walker on the mesa drifting down so lowly, He removed his breach to expose himself unto the loathsome witch, She watched the fullness of his manhood as he danced 'round slowly, He held her gaze until he grabbed her throat and killed the wicked bitch! Canto 12 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous

Master Earl woke up at his usual time; although, I insisted he sleep in. He had coffee and coffee cake for us. I was ready in an instant after he plugged my rear. We sat and drank our coffee; enjoying the morning, not saying much.

"How long will we be visited by Wes?" Master asked quietly.

"He'll depart after I'm sold, Master."

"Did he tell you that?"

"No, Sir, I just know. I don't know how nor why, but I do."

"I believe you." He replied. "I should by now, you've never lied to me and I don't think you ever will."

"I won't, Master, when you lie it's harder to remember what you've told someone so you won't trip yourself up. It's much easier to tell the truth. I guess I'm lazy in that respect. It's just too damn much work to lie." We both laughed.

"You've got to move by the weekend. Monday's the first. Do you need my help?"

"I'm going to ask dad if he'll throw my stuff in the back of his old truck and follow me to Mount Washington one night this week. I only have a trunk full of stuff left that he and I can manage easily; a few clothes, mostly coveralls for work and my leathers. Then I'll ride back over here to be with you if it's all right."

"Of course it is, I'd like to spend as much time with you as I can until next Monday."

"Me, too, Master, I plan to spend all week and weekend with you. I really appreciate you wanting to be alone with me next weekend. It means a lot."

"Not only for you, Son, but for your Master, too." he smiled. "You have such a strong, winning personality that I sometime get lost in the backwaters of your draft. Jeb's right, you need a strong Master who isn't going to be intimidated by your personality. Guess who that's gonna' be, Son?" he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"I can only pray to the Great Spirit it's going to be you, Master Earl. I love you so much, I can't imagine..." He grabbed me in his big arms and held me close.

"There, there, don't even let thoughts like that enter your head. Wes hasn't brought us this far to stop keeping watch over us. You're going to be my slave, my property. I will own you. No one but God can separate us then. Now, get your pretty ass off to work and earn your Master some money, Mr. Shop Foreman." he chuckled with pride in his voice.

He kissed me goodbye and I was out the door to crank my beast. It seemed strange going down the hill alone but I was glad my Master had a day to rest. He would be there when I came home this evening. I needed to stop by my place this evening to check my mail and feed Puss. I hope Chris wants her. Don't know what I'll do if he doesn't.

I all ready gave most of my stuff away. I didn't have a TV or Stereo. A few books I gave away. Bits and pieces of furniture I was going to leave for the next tenant. I'd found an old hump-back trunk in a thrift store and cleaned it up. It contained all my treasures I didn't want to get rid of.

There wasn't a lot of personal things left. The things I wanted to keep filled about a third of the trunk. Dad and I could easily carry it. I pulled up behind Sam as he was unlocking the gate. He raised his hand, waved and then drove his truck in. I followed and parked my bike next to his truck.

"How are you this morning, young man?" Sam said in good spirits.

"Ready for a new day, Boss." He laughed at my eagerness.

"By the way, Boss, I'm in love with your nephew." He laughed again.

"Well, the two of you will have to work that out because he said the exact same words about you. He wanted to know if he could go through training again with you. He knows he can't but I thought it was a sweet sentiment."

"Certainly was." I replied. "and, by the way, my good Master, you looked so hot in your leathers I thought I was gonna' make a fool of myself." Sam laughed all the more.

"Thank you, slave-boy, it's nice for an old man to hear a younger man say that. Speaking of old men, here comes your dad." Sam laughed, "By the way, Beau, if you want to leave your bike in our garage we'll be happy to store it for you. We have plenty of room."

"Thanks, Boss, I'll talk to Master Earl this evening. I'd like to leave it with you and Yoshie."

"Hey guys, what's up? You two have a good weekend?" Dad was all smiles. Sam and I nodded 'yes' we had a good weekend and Sam winked at me. I laughed and dad didn't get the joke.

Monday was a busy day. We interviewed six people for the job left open by firing Tom. The final applicant Sam brought to me, himself, with a huge grin on his face.

The man was stunningly handsome. He was tall with dark ruddy skin, high cheek bones and piercing steel grey eyes. He was bigger than me physically and proportioned about the same as Master Earl. He even moved like Master Earl and his hair was cut exactly the same way in a squared away flat top. He seemed humble and genteel. He wore the most beautiful pair of Western boots I'd seen in a long time and had the rolling gait of a seasoned cowboy.

"Jim, I'd like to you meet our foreman, Mr. Beau James. Beau this is Mr. James Redfeather." I took his hand and shook it as his eyes looked long and deep into my soul. Sam could see my face immediately drained of blood.

I know I predicted this in the card but I was totally unprepared. Jim had the same hyper-masculine aura my Master exudes and I felt like a little boy about to interview a grown man. Sam was having a ball laughing at me. Poor Jim Redfeather had no idea what the hell was going on.

"Good to meet'cha, Mr. Redfeather. Thanks, Boss, for bringing him around. Would you like to stay for his interview?"

"No, Jake and I have all ready interviewed him. This is part of your job now and I'll go along with the applicant you choose. After all, you're the one who has to work with whomever you choose." Sam winked and smiled at me like there was no doubt in his mind who I was going to choose. I tried to smile back and only embarrassed myself by giggling. Sam walked away from us laughing to himself.

"Won't you sit down, Mr. Redfeather,..."

"Please, call me Jim, Mr. James."

"If you'll call me, Beau?"

"Certainly, Beau." he said as he smiled with a row of perfect teeth and sat in the folding chair next to me. He sat with his knee pressed into my leg just behind my knee. I didn't move nor flinch. He did move either.

"I don't think I need to look over your application. I know you're the most qualified for the job, but let me take a quick look." I looked over his application while he sat next to me with his knee still pressing into my leg. My dick started getting erect.

I pretended to look over his application but all I could see was his handsome boots and wanted my tongue on them in the worst way. I didn't know if I was going to be able to complete the interview my tongue had grown as hard as my dick.

"I was right, Jim. You do have more experience than the other applicants."

"What's going on here, Beau? This has to be the strangest interview I've ever had. In my interview with your two bosses, I knew Mr. Jenkins liked me but Mr. Raggazzi was kind a' so-so. How could you know I was more qualified than the rest of the men applying for this job? You never met me before or have we...? There's something about you that's very familiar."

"Yeah, okay,... I feel it, too, Jim. You wouldn't believe me if I told you how I knew. Then again,---you being native American, you just might. I read the tarot cards yesterday afternoon at a pool party for my boss, Sam. I told him I saw in the cards our new employee would be a native American and he would be the most qualified for the position."

"Yes, you're right, I would believe you. What time yesterday?"

"Shortly before the sun began to set. About seven-thirty, I guess."

"At that time I was laying across my bed trying to figure out what to wear to the interview; a voice came to me and told me to wear these boots and I would get the job. Is there a connection?"

"Ooooh, yes, Jim, there certainly is." I smiled and laughed, "There's more the cards told me but it wouldn't be appropriate for me to tell you right now."

Jim did have a lot of experience but was soft spoken and didn't make the impression the other guys did. I understood why dad might not care for him but knew Sam would be the major vote.

Jim had my number from the start. I kept praying he wouldn't notice me stealing looks at his boots. He never moved his knee and only moved it a bit to let me know he knew his contact was turning me on big time. God knows, I tried to keep my interview business like and professional but I couldn't help wonder what he would look like with only a breach cloth, his body and face painted with brightly colored war paint, on the back of a big black stallion as he rode into my white settlement to kidnap me, carry me away, to make me his sex slave for life.

Hell, he could have my scalp for his belt, just rape the holy shit out a' me first. I somehow felt if there was an Indian alive today that could pull that fantasy off, it would be him. He strummed a chord in my heart and I knew I did the same with him. When we finished the interview he looked me in the eye and asked,

"Even if I don't get the job, could we get together for coffee or a drink some evening? You have my home phone number. Call anytime. Thanks for the interview, I've never felt more comfortable being interviewed for a job." He took my hand and wouldn't let it go as he continued to press his knee into my leg. I watched him look down at my crotch and see my erection. He smiled as he looked into my eyes.

"Well, Jim, I may not have the final say but you've got my vote and, yes, even if it doesn't work out I'll give you a call. I'd like to know you better. I feel as if I all ready know you but I don't know why."

"Yeah, I have the same feeling like I've known you before. Sort of deja vu." Replied Jim Redfeather.

"I have a leave of absence of four months starting this Friday so while I'm gone you'll be under my dad, Mr. Raggazzi, until I get back."

"Your dad? Mr. Raggazzi's your dad?"

"Yeah, sort of. He taught me everything I know about working on these big trucks and he thinks of me as his son."

"Oh, I see..."

"Perhaps you don't but I'll explain later."

"Why a leave of absence, Beau?"

"Well, Jim, I have three months of training coming up."

"What kind of training, Beau?"

"Could I answer all your questions, later, when I call?"

"Sure, Beau, I didn't mean to pry...it's just...!"

"Stop, Jim, I understand and I feel the same. I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

"Well, I'm not one to beat around the bush, Beau. It may sound forward under the circumstances and I mean no disrespect but I want you." I was flattered but stunned by his boldness.

"No disrespect taken Jim and 'yes' it is very forward in a job interview to tell your perspective boss you want him; however, something has passed between us, don't know exactly what, but you need to know some things about me first.

I'll call you this evening and explain. I promise I'll call and don't worry, if I can swing it, you've got the job. If I have to train a new man he might as well be a good looking hunk. Besides, you have more than enough qualifications in all areas." I smiled knowingly at him.

"Beau, at this point, I don't give a shit about the job but I do care if you call or not. There's something between you and me that we need to find out about. I won't rest until I do. I'll count on it. Don't let me down."

"I won't, Jim, trust me."

"I will. Somehow, I know I can but don't get me wrong, I want the job very much. You won't be sorry if you decide to hire me."

We shook hands and said our goodbyes.

Sam wanted a decision by noon. I went in with dad to talk to Sam. Dad liked an older man that didn't have nearly as much experience as Jim Redfeather.

"Who's the lucky man, Gentlemen?" Dad went off on the person he liked and I didn't say anything. I didn't want to undermine his choice.

"You're awfully quiet, Mr. shop foreman."

"Dad, has some good points about his man. I don't want to go against who he wants. He's probably the better judge of workers than I am."

"Well, you don't have to tell me who you'd pick, Son, I know. You might say it was written in the cards." Sam smiled and winked at me, "Now, Jake, when you were foreman I always gave you final say about who you chose to work here; however, Beau is foreman now and that right falls to him. He won't go against you because he loves you." Dad looked shocked at Sam's blatant words.

"It's all right, Jake, I love him, too. This one should be his call. Knowing him like I do, I know he's picked Jim Redfeather to work with, right Beau?"

"Yes, Sir, Boss." Dad got a big grin on his face.

"You're right, Sam, it should be his call. I had my head up my butt thinking about being temporary foreman for another three months. I can work with the Chief."

"Good, then we'll hire James Redfeather and I better not ever here you call him Chief, Jake, unless he is one." Sam walked off laughing.

Dad wasn't upset as I thought he might be. He took it in stride and even apologized for trying to take over my job.

"I didn't think about you having to be the one to work with him and after all you did get rid of Tom. If for no other reason it should have been your call. You were gonna' let me have my way, weren't you, Kid?"

"Yes Dad, I was. I didn't want you pissed at me for going against your choice."

"Well, Sam's right, I do love you and it would take a lot more than a stupid hiring disagreement to stop it. Besides,..." He laughed, "you might cut me off."

"Never even crossed my mind, Dad."

"Tell me Beau, is Sam a Master?" I was shaken by his bold, dead on question and didn't want to lie to him.

"Now Dad, if Sam asked me, if you were fucking me, what would you want me to tell him?"

"At this point, I don't think there are any secrets around here. Tell him the truth. I get the feeling he'd understand."

"Well, you're gonna' have to ask Sam that question because I can't tell you."

"You mean you can't tell me because you don't know or you know but can't tell me?"

"I won't answer that question and you know it's wrong of you to ask."

"Okay, you win, Kid. You're right. It's wrong of me to ask. If Sam wants me to know he'll tell me. I just think it's kind a' strange he has a nephew named Yoshie." He walked away shaking his head while I walked in the other direction as fast as I could to keep from guffawing and him hearing me. Finally, I turned a corner into one of the unoccupied bays and laughed until I thought I was gonna' throw up. I turned around and there was Sam holding an application looking at me funny.

"I thought you were crying for a minute." Sam seemed concerned. I started laughing again and Sam started laughing at me.

"I'm sorry, Boss, it's just something dad said to me that he didn't even realize was funny." I recounted the scene to Sam and he laughed, too.

"Well, I appreciate you being stoic with him but I knew the time was coming when Jake and I had a heart to heart. This just sort of speeds it up a bit. You did right. He should ask me but I may drop a bomb in his lap sometime soon." We both laughed.

"I contacted Redfeather and he'll be in tomorrow morning with his tools to start work. You may have to lead him by the hand for the rest of the week but that shouldn't be too hard for you, huh, Son? He laughed at his jab.

"Then you think he's good looking, too?"

"Good looking? Fucking gorgeous. Who does he remind you of?"

"My Master." I said flatly. Sam laughed.

"Could be his brother. Redfeather ask me to give you a message." I grimaced, Sam giggled. "He wanted me to remind you of your promise."

"He made me promise I'd call him no matter the outcome of the job. I'll call him this evening. What am I gonna' do, Sam? He told me he wanted me."

"Well, obviously he's either gay or bi and honesty would be the best policy, I should think. I couldn't imagine you being anything but..."

"You're right, of course! It doesn't seem too cool to start a job and tell your boss you want to lay him even before you're hired."

"Don't be too rough on him, Beau. The way you're looking these days with the glow of a young man in love, if I were him, I probably would have done the same damn thing. Hell, no, I would have invited you for a ride on my bike and shared you with my nephew with the strange name." He roared with laughter.

"I'm sure I would have tried to book seconds, too." I allowed as it was my turn to laugh.

"You think he's the native American you spoke of yesterday, Son?"

"There's no doubt in my mind, Sam."

"Well, I have to be honest with you, Beau, I knew the minute he shook my hand he was the man you saw in the cards. Yoshie will have a fit. After you've got him settled in then Jake can take over from there. He should be able to hit the ground running. I think you made a good call, Son. Now, get to work and make us some money."

"Yes, Sir, Boss."

For all his gruffness I had come to really love Sam. His sense of humor was like no other. He found the damndest things funny. He laughed at dad and me endlessly. He could be strong and demanding when he needed to be yet he was fair to a fault and commanded respect from all corners. I was glad to work for him.

Break time came and dad came by with a cup of coffee the way I liked it and some cookies his wife made. Damn, they were good.

"Dad, I've got to vacate my apartment this week. Could I ask a favor of throwing an old trunk in the back of your pickup and following me up to Mt. Washington on your way home? Say Wednesday or Thursday depending on work schedule here?"

"Sure, Kid, no problem. To hell with the work schedule. You name the day and I'll tell my wife I have to help you move a couple of things and that's it. Even if we have to stay late to get something out, it's okay."

"Well, how about Thursday?"

"That's fine with me. What about your furniture?"

"I'm just gonna' leave it there for the next person, if they want it."

"I could use a couple of things for the kids if you wouldn't mind."

"Oh, hell no, Dad! Take anything you want. In fact we can load your truck and I'll help you unload it at your place if you need me. If we need to make two trips we can get the rest the next day."

"I'd appreciate it. The oldest girl needs some stuff of her own and it would help us out."

"Fine, why don't we start Wednesday evening then and we can have Thursday to clean up. That way I can have the entire weekend with my Master." Dad looked at me and smiled a proud paternal smile.

"I hope I get to meet this new Master sometime soon."

"Oh, you will, Dad, you will."

"Didn't Master Jeb tell me he was a Cop?"

"That's right, Dad, and a very handsome one, too."

"How'd you meet him?"

"He pulled me over on the bike and cited me for going eighty-five in a thirty mile per hour zone; but, he only wrote it for ten over. You might say it was love at first cite." He roared with laughter.

"Since we're gonna' be busy Wednesday and Thursday how's your day today or tomorrow shaping up for a beer after work?"

"Today's pretty good. I got my work out and starting on what Tom would have had. Don't know about tomorrow so we better take what we know is open to us."

"Yeah, I'm free after lunch so I can come out here and give you guys a hand and we can make sure we finish at a decent time."

"Sounds good to me, Dad, I'll make it worth your while."

"You always do, Son, you always do." He laughed , pleased with himself.

The rest of the afternoon went like clockwork. True to his word dad came out and helped us all afternoon. He really didn't have to, we had most of it covered. The guys that were left were all good men and I didn't seem to have the problems dad had with them. I think they knew I expected a certain level from them and they didn't seem to mind meeting it. I got along well with all of them and helped when I could.

Dad seemed to enjoy working with his tools and we were through a half hour before quitting time. I got the new work assignment sheets from Sam and typed them up for the next morning's work. That was done, out of the way and we were ready to head for my place. Sam noticed us leaving together and hollered.

"Have fun, guys!" I gave him a dirty look then laughed. We got to my place and dad was in a talky mood. We talked for a while and he didn't seem like he wanted to fuck so I asked him if he wanted to relax and let his kid suck him off. I had that big Italian sausage down my throat in nothing flat.

He really seemed to enjoy it and I thought he would blow my head off when he came. It was a lot and tasted good. I cleaned him real good and lay with my head in his lap as he sat up in my bed still talking. He had a million things on his mind and I was his sounding board.

He played with the top of my head and leaned over every now and then to kiss me on the top of it. Finally, he gave a big sigh and thanked me for the blow job.

"You don't have to thank me, Dad, you know it's your's when you need it."

"I know. I just don't want to be a bastard like I was the other night."

"You weren't a bastard, Dad. A little over the top, maybe," I giggled, "but you were still damn good."

"Think so?"

"Oh, fuck, old man, you know how I feel about you."

"Yeah, I do. I guess I need a little reassurance every now and then." I walked him to the door, he smiled and snapped his fingers. I fell to his boots immediately and kissed each one. He held his hand down for me. I took it and kissed the back and put it to my forehead.

"Rise, Son, and tell your old dad, goodbye." I jumped up and hugged him and kissed him on the cheek and he did as well.

"Damn, Dad, that was sweet, thanks."

"I'll get better, Son."

"I don't know how, Dad, you're pretty damn good like you are." We laughed and he was out the door.

"See ya' tomorrow, Son."

I went to my phone and dialed Jim Redfeather's number. A deep masculine voice answered.

"Hello."

"Jim Redfeather?"

"Beau?"

"It's me, Jim. Congratulations, you got the job."

"I know, your boss, Sam, called me shortly after noon and told me to report to work tomorrow with my tools. I have you to thank , don't I?"

"Sam was impressed with you, too."

"But, you were the deciding vote?"

"Yes, Jim, I was, and it wasn't because I think you're an exceptionally handsome man. You have the qualifications and experience we're looking for. You would have gotten the job on that alone. The other is icing on the cake, so to speak."

"When can I see you, alone?"

"Well, that's difficult right now."

"You have a lover. Is Jake your lover?"

"No, I have no lover, per se, Jim. It's kind a' hard to explain. I'm involved in a relationship that's not what most folks might consider socially acceptable. I'm pledged to become a slave to a fine man, to ultimately to be owned by him and become his personal property. He will become my Master. He is an LAPD motor officer and an exceptionally good looking man. You look enough like him to be his brother. I know this may be a lot for you to understand but I'm trying to be as truthful with you as I promised I would be."

"Hot, damn, I do understand, Beau, I've been trying to find someone to introduce me to a subgroup of Master/slaves I've heard about here in the L.A. area by the name of Mc Ginnius or something like that and have come up with zilch. Are you a member of that group?"

"Yes, Jim, I am. It's Mc Innis and they are my family clan. I'm a member of the founders inner circle of family which I'm proud of and have the stripes to prove it." I laughed, "The training I'm scheduled for..."

"Is slave training, right?" he beat me to it.

"Yes, Jim, it is."

"I have to know more as soon as possible. Please, Beau, if I can't have you then help me with this. I won't ask another thing, ever. I know it's a lot to ask from a stranger...but that's not right either. We aren't strangers, somehow. You know it and so do I."

"Let me call my Master and see what he says."

"All right, Beau, I will forever be in your debt." I called Master Earl and explained the situation to him from A to Z and told him that I didn't want to do anything behind his back. Did he have any suggestions?

"Have him follow you up here for dinner. We've got enough for an army. Dirk and Allen are coming for dinner and they can answer questions as well as we can."

"You sure it's all right, Master?"

"Sure, might be nice to have new blood in the family. Especially real American blood. Besides, I think I remember you telling Sam something about a new employee who would be native American who would also become a member of our family. That's spookey, Son, but, hell, I'm getting use to it by now." he laughed. I dialed Jim's number again.

"Beau?"

"Yes, Jim. What are you doing for dinner this evening? My Master has invited you up with me for dinner. One other couple, Master and slave, from our family will be there and you can meet them as well."

"I'd love to meet your Master and the others. I have a bike, too. Where shall we meet? I'm ready right now, showered and shaved."

"I know where you live from the address on your application. I'll be by in ten minutes. Just follow me up the hill and pull in after me. Now, I should warn you that we have some rituals we observe but you won't be expected to follow suit. Just be yourself and observe."

"Great! See you in ten."

I was a bit uncomfortable with the situation but he seemed so genuine I couldn't help but like him. I didn't fear him. It may be all right. I rode by Jim Redfeather's apartment and he followed me up the hill. We parked our bikes and Master Earl walked out in his leathers, drop dead gorgeous. Jim Redfeather was stunned.

"Master Earl, may I introduce Mr. James Redfeather. Jim this is my Master, Officer Earl D. Shaw." Master Earl stuck his hand out and Jim took it in both his hands and shook it firmly.

"It's an honor and privilege to meet you, Sir. Thank you so much for the kind invitation to your home. I'm truly honored. What may I call you, Sir? I'd be honored to call you Master Earl if that's okay with you?"

"It is indeed, young man. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Come in, come in!" I quickly took off my coveralls and put them in the washer. I turned the machine on and headed for the kitchen door. Master Earl was holding it for me.

"Thank you, Master." I said as I entered with only my work boots on. Jim Redfeather's mouth dropped to the floor as I smiled at him.

"My slave isn't allowed to wear clothes in the house, Jim. You wanna' fetch your collar, Son, then return to tell your Master 'Hello.'" I went off to our bedroom and found my collar and leash on his night stand. I returned with it in my mouth and knelt in front of him. He quickly attached it and let my leash drop as a sign to start the ritual greeting. I lovingly kissed each of his boots and found his hand waiting. I kissed it lovingly as well and placed it to my forehead.

"Rise my slave and show your Master your love." I jumped up and threw my arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss.

"Thank you, Son, I needed that." Jim Redfeather had tears in his eyes and turned away so we wouldn't see him. He turned and walked several steps away from us. Master nodded for me to go to him. I put my arms around the handsome man and held him as he cried in my arms.

"That's not fair, Gentlemen. I've never witnessed any greater showing of giving and receiving love than you two just displayed. It touched something in me I know I must have. Thank you for that. Beau, you truly are blessed."

"I agree, Jim, I agree." He held me away from him and looked at my body closely, noticing my scars. He looked at me then at my scars again and examined each with his fingers.

"I could swear that's my work." He said referring to the scars. "No one stitched exactly like I did in Nam and I can see the holes."

"Chief...?"

"You knew me?"

"I'm Ber'Rabbit. You were the one that patched me up the last time and stayed with me until the evacs got there.

"My God, it is you, I knew we knew each other from somewhere. Oh God, Beau, I never knew your real name." he started crying again and hugging me so tight I thought my eyes were gonna' pop out.

I began to cry and kiss him holding him tightly. We became weak in our knees and fell to the floor on our knees still clinging to each other. Master Earl was stunned and deeply moved at our emotions and came to us to comfort the two of us. He gently enfolded us within his big arms and held us until we somewhat recovered.

"I only knew you as 'The Chief' and never met you until that day." I spoke softly to him through my tears, "I never got to thank you for staying with me and placing yourself in danger all that time. I would have died if it hadn't been for you. Oh, God, Chief, how can I thank you?"

"You all ready have, Beau, you all ready have. I got to Nam later than you and you were a legend among the corpsmen. I was determined to be as much a legend."

"You got one more heart than I did." I chided him.

"Yeah, but you blew me out of the water with that star."

A Harley pulled into the car port. It was Dirk and Allen.

"Excuse me, Gentlemen. Our other guest have arrived and I must welcome them. Watch!" said Master Earl, "They'll have more food. I hope you two are hungry." Master Earl said to us and laughed.

Jim and I got ourselves together and stood still holding each other.

"Don't be taken aback by anything Allen says," I told Jim, "he's the most innocent of slaves and loves everybody; especially, good looking everybody's." I laughed. "And Jim, don't be shocked by his body modifications. I'll answer all your questions later." Sure enough, Allen held the door for his Daddy Bear as he carried in bags of take out. Then he fell at Master Earl's feet and kissed each of his boots. I did the same for Big Dirk and Jim got to see the ritual all over again. This time he drank it in like a thirsty man.

"Master Dirk may I introduce you to Mr. Jim Redfeather. Jim this is Master Dirk Sorenson."

"It's truly a pleasure to meet you, Master Dirk." Jim said.

"Pleasure's mine, Son, good to meet you." fired back Daddy Bear.

"We were afraid you might not have enough, Master Earl."

"Gosh, you two!"

I introduced Allen to Jim. Allen immediately hugged and kissed him.

"Beau, he's gorgeous. He works with you? How can you keep your hands off him?"

"Allen!" Came a big bear growl from the kitchen "Clothes?"

"Excuse me for a minute, Daddy Bear has spoken." Jim and I laughed as Allen headed to the bedroom to disrobe. I headed for the kitchen, Master Earl grabbed me and turned me around.

"We can handle this. Take your new employee on a tour. When you get back we'll be ready to eat."

"Thank you, Master. Come, Jim. I led him to the patio and showed him the three decks and pool. Then we went into our bedroom where Allen just finished undressing and Jim caught sight of Allen's man-cunt. He got the strangest smile on his face and Allen watched him closely.

"Allen, you're beautiful." Jim said quietly. Allen ran to him and again threw his arms around his neck. This time Jim picked him up and swung him around and kissed Allen. Allen was in love again. We did the rest of the tour with Allen in tow.

We reached the bookcase where I pressed a button and it released the lever for it to swing open on hinges. I revealed the secret staircase and we proceeded down. Jim's eyes were wide when he beheld the panorama of the dungeon. His knees went week under him and he had to sit on the stairs for a minute.

"Damn, I've dreamed of owning something like this for years. I never knew anyone ever made it their reality. This evening has been a revelation."

"Let's get back, they're probably ready for us."

"Beau, that plug in your butt? Does your Master make you wear it to work?"

"Yes." I answered without elaboration.

"You're use to it, huh?"

"Yeah, although you never get totally use to it. That's the idea, it reminds me of who owns me and who put it there."

"That's so fucking hot!"

Allen, get us two towels for our chairs out of the linen closet, will you, Sweetheart?"

"Sure Beau." They were ready for us to sit down to dinner and Allen brought towels for him and I to sit on. Master Earl raised his wine glass.

"Here's to a curious young man who is, as it turns out , my slave's savior, a new employee of my slave's company, and hopefully a new member of our family."

"Here! Here!" We all clicked glasses. Jim seemed enthralled with the whole atmosphere. Big Dirk and Allen had questioning looks. Master Earl asked me about hiring Jim and I told them the whole story. Jim sat there quiet until Master Earl asked him about himself.

"Well, I was born and raised on a reservation north of Prescott Arizona. I was drafted and sent to Nam. I was over there almost six years."

"Jim's a member of the Yavapie tribe, Master. He was in another corpsman unit than mine. We rarely saw each other but waved from Hewey to Hewey. Master Dirk, Allen this is the man that patched me up and waited with me until the final evacs got there.

We never met, face to face, until that day and we only saw each other once after that from afar. Jim came to see me off to the states and was late getting to the strip. As the plane taxied down the runway, I saw him waving goodbye to me."

"Beau was a legend over there, Master Earl. I've talked to fifteen or twenty guys since I've been back that remembers him and most of 'em were patched up by him. Every now and then I meet one that I patched up. I've run in to about twenty including you and there's always this feeling like I had with you this morning that I'd known them before."

I filled him in on Wes, Breed and Blaine. He was sorry that Wes had passed for Master Earl's sake.

"Oh, he's still around, Jim. At least he was last night. Tell them, Beau, whether they believe or not."

I recounted our experience in the dungeon of Wes entering my body to experience our love. I think they all believed it because they knew that Master Earl was not given to exaggeration.

"My people believe spirits remain sometime for years until they're satisfied that something has been accomplished that they want to happen. They describe a small blue ball of light that, if given permission, may enter another briefly to experience life again."

"Well, that's exactly what happened but it wasn't the first time. The first date Beau and I had was a Friday night here and Wes entered his body then, too. However, he and Wes had been lovers in Nam and shared something very close." I told Jim the story of cutting Wes and Blaine out of the bamboo cages and hiding them and five other guys in a cave until we could start back to our lines. Allen and Dirk never heard the stories and were full of questions.

"We wondered how you and Blaine became so close that quickly. He usually takes some time to warm up to people. It was a year or more before Allen and I could get two words out of him. ' Course now we can't shut him up." Dirk laughed at his joke.

"Well, young man it looks like you're going to become a member of our family whether you want to or not. You are directly responsible for me having this young man as my slave to be; not to slight Wes, who seems to have made it his goal to see us together.

Beau was his lover first then I later bought Wes from a slave trainer, the same that will be training Beau. Wes has seen to it that we met, fell in love and will be Master and slave. How could we deny him some of our love. It was kind of hot, fucking two souls at the same time."

"I can see how it might be, Sir." agreed Jim. Big Dirk just shook his head in disbelief.

"Not to pry but do you see yourself as a Master or a subservient?"

"I'm not really sure, Sir. With greatest respect, before I met you and came to your home the only thing I had on my mind was getting into Beau's ass. Sorry Bro. To be totally honest, I've always fantasized about being a slave to some good Master but never had the opportunity to even try. None of the guys I've met in Hollywood don't know what being a Master is all about.

One evening with you and Master Dirk, I can see your ideas and way of living is far apart from their individually stylized ideas of SM, Master/slave relationships. It's something I never new could exist. I want it for myself. I need to find out if I'm a slave or have Master potential."

"Too bad Beau didn't find you one day earlier." we all agreed with Master Earl. "We had a pool party yesterday and there were...help me guys, how many couples?"

"About eight." I said.

"Yeah, Seven or eight couples here and you could have seen what family was all about."

"That's true," said Big Dirk. "we had a wonderful time."

"My training Masters were here. With my Master's permission I would like to suggest we introduce you and you spend an evening with him. After one evening with him and his partner I had no doubt what I was and what I wanted. I was much in the same place you are when I met Master Jeb. Except I was a bit more frustrated. I was contemplating checking out. The big "S", I was so unhappy I didn't want to go on living. I've come a long way in five weeks."

"Amen to that!" said Master Earl. "You've had some very loving, gentle, guiding hands to help you along that way."

"I have indeed."

"I'm open to anything, Gentlemen. I begged Beau to introduce me to his family. I knew it existed but couldn't find anybody who knew anyone that was a part of it. At least meeting you and seeing first hand how you live is an inspiration for me."

Let me call Jeb tomorrow and see if I can set up a time for an interview with him. Do you like older, bear- like men?" Master Earl asked Jim.

"God, who doesn't? Allen's Master here is a prime example." responded Jim with a laugh.

"Then you'll get along fine with Master Jeb."

"Not to correct my good Master but I fell in love with Master Jeb."

"We all have." said Allen.

"Include me in that, too." said my Master.

"Me, too." Dirk held up his hand.

"Little Brother?" I asked Allen, "How about giving me a hand clearing the table and putting the food away. You guys take most of that home with you. We have enough for me to brown bag it tomorrow."

"Give Jim some to take home with him." Allen said.

"That's a nice thought, we'll pack him some."

"Oh, Beau, he's so pretty. He looks like Master Earl's younger brother."

"Doesn't he? I knew when he came into the shop today he was the one I was going to hire."

"What did Master Sam think of him?"

"Same as me, he thought he was gorgeous." we both laughed. Allen was fun.

Master Earl pulled Jim off to the side and I could see him talking to him seriously. I couldn't hear what they were talking about but could see that Jim had a big smile on his face. He walked back to me and pulled me aside.

"Come with me, slave." He took my leash and led me to the bedroom. He snapped his fingers and I hit the position. He took a towel and removed my plug then unlocked my collar.

"Get in the shower and clean yourself. Jim would like to fuck you and I'm going to let him. I think the man that saved your life deserves to tear off a piece off that little ass with my blessing. So, when you get out, come get him, we'll be in the spa, and slave, I don't have to tell you, make sure you give him a good fuck, understand?" I threw my arms around him and kissed him.

"You are the best of Master's and I love you very much."

"Dirk, you and Allen up for the spa this evening?"

"Lemme' check with the missus... Darlin' you up for laying in the spa with daddy this evening?"

"That would be lovely, Daddy Bear."

"You ain't on the rag are you?"

"Oh, you can be so mean."

"You know I'm just kidding, Sweetheart. That's the best part about you. You're never on the rag; a bit of a fuss budget from time to time but that's even lovable."

"Come join us, Son, until Beau get's himself ready. He'll come get you."

"We don't have any suits, we don't use any, so I hope you're not shy."

"Gosh, no, Sir. Just show me where to put my clothes."

Master Earl showed Jim where to put his clothes and he quickly got undressed as the two other men. Jim was a stunning man. Perfectly proportioned body with cock and low hanging balls to match. Master Earl smiled and Big Dirk rolled his eyes back into his head after a glance at Jim.

"Where's Beau?" Allen asked.

"He's in the shower cleaning himself, Son. I've ordered him to give his savior here a good fuck. He'll be out in a minute to get Jim and while we soak they're going off to the other bedroom and Jim's gonna' fuck Beau's brains out."

"Right, Son?"

"You're too generous, Master Earl. I can't tell you what it would mean to me just to be alone for a few minutes with Beau. Our spirits are connected. I've never met people like you. Sex doesn't seem to be such a big thing."

"I assure you it is," said Big Dirk "but that's one of the benefits of Master/slave relationships. It's easier to share something you know you own and will take home with you than it is in ordinary society."

"That's right, Son," Master Earl spoke, "I'm not giving you, Beau, I'm loaning him to you to serve you, and he will pleasure you or he'll answer to me."

"Why am I getting hard just hearing you guys talk about this way of thinking?" asked Jim.

I walked out to the patio and reached down to grab Jim's hand. He looked up at me and then looked at Master Earl. Master just winked at Jim and motioned with his head to take me into the house. He followed me and I had a towel waiting for him.

I toweled him down slowly and gently. It was my first glimpse of Jim's fine body. He was perfectly formed. With a magnificent cock and low hanging balls. Not too much hair on his dark skinned body but a six pack of abs you could wash clothes on. I took his hand and led him into the guest bedroom with the leather bedspread. I closed the door, he took me in his arms and we kissed.

"Beau, I've wanted to do that since this morning. I went home and jacked off twice thinking of getting into you. I feel funny with your Master sitting out there. I like him, too. You're very lucky. I'm not going to look a gift horse in the mouth so I promise you're gonna' get fucked."

"I'd hoped you might." I explained how he must take me because of Master/slave protocol. Since he was playing Master then he must take me as his slave. He seemed to have no problem with the idea. After I lathered him up with my spit and cleaned beneath his ample foreskin, he had no problem performing like the Master I suspected him to be. He entered me with one swift penetration to the base of his cock. Thanking a Master for taking me hard is now ingrained in me and I didn't hold back from him.

"Damn, that's making me hot, Beau."

"Slave, Master Jim, Slave."

"That's even hotter, slave." he responded as he took several long deep strokes into my ass. Damn, he felt good.

"Oh, Master, you feel so good inside me. Take all you want and your slave will give you the best fuck you've ever had." He took me at my word and proceeded to fuck the meanness out of me. I was one sweet little slave when he finally shot his load deep within me.

He was another like Big Beryl and Master Jim that had to feel that he had taken all pucker away from my sphincter and wouldn't pop until he did. The harder he fucked me the tighter I made my ass. The plug was working to give me twice the strength I had before. Finally, I felt the point that he needed and relaxed my hole completely.

"You've opened me up, Master, take the good stuff away from me, it's your's, take the good stuff."

"I can feel it, slave, it's wonderful. I've never felt that before and I'm taking it all! Oh! Oh! GOD! YOU'VE GOT ME SLAVE! UUHHGG!! AAAAuuuggg!"

"Permission to shoot, Sir?"

"You better get it slave or I'll beat your ass." that's all I needed to hear as I shot all over him and me. Damn, he was hot. He collapsed on top of me panting heavily. He relaxed with his cock deep within me. From time to time he would take a slow, gentle stroke that would send me up the wall. He kissed me gently as he took several more strokes to empty the rest of himself into me.

"Thank you, Master Jim, for that good fucking. Your slave is proud to have your come in his gut. I'm honored to have the seed of the Chief within me." He kissed me again passionately.

"Master Jim, please consider something I'm about to say."

"What's that slave-boy?"

"Don't consider becoming a slave. You're not a slave. Only a Master could have made love and taken me the way you just did."

"I've never had a real slave under me, Sweetheart. You made me feel like a Master. In your world maybe that's what a good slave's suppose to do."

"You're right, Sir, it's how a good slave should make his Master feel. There are more slaves than there are good Masters. Just consider my words, Sir."

"I will, Beau. You've been very giving but I have to tell you, since your good Master has been so generous, I have to take you one more time. So, lay back and enjoy. It'll take me a little longer to get the second one but it'll be worth it."

"My ass is your's, Master Chief. Take all you need and your slave will put it up there."

"Talk like that eats me up, slave. I may have seconds and dessert as well." The Chief was good to his word and fucked me so hard the second time I though I was gonna' pass out but I kept meeting each of his strokes until I hit the jackpot of Indian spunk. Damn, I could feel him filling me up the second time as I once again blasted against his belly. This time he was laughing and swearing that he'd never had a fuck that good in his life.

"How do you come without having your cock played with?"

"It's a gift I guess, Master Jim; although, I know of a handful of slaves that can do the same."

"Beau, I have to be a member of your family; not just to be near you and your handsome Master but to be a part of something that I desperately need for myself."

"Well, that's the other part I saw in the tarot cards yesterday for Master Sam..."

"Then Sam Jenkins is a member of your family clan, too?"

"Yeah, he and his slave. What I saw in the cards was that you would become a well thought of member of our family. I didn't think you'd understand at that time."

"You're probably right about that. Come, sweet slave," he said, "Let's clean up and get back out to the patio so I may return you and thank your generous Master." We jumped in the shower for a minute and I dried him off. He kissed me one last time with tears in his eyes.

"Thank you, slave. This will have no influence on me at work. You will be my boss and I'll never question an order. I would never place you in an uncomfortable situation. I care too much to do that."

"You didn't even have to say that. I know that about you all ready. I love you, Chief."

"God Beau, you don't know what it means to hear those words from you. I love you and your Master as well. I hope we'll be friends and comrades for a long time."

He led me back out the to the patio and we got into the pool. Everyone was silent for a moment. Then my Master spoke.

"Did he give you a good fuck, Son?"

"Master Earl, it was the best I've ever had, twice."

"Hey, Son, I only gave you a ticket for one ride." he broke up laughing.

"I guess I was greedy, Master Earl."

"Nonsense, Son, that tells me he did indeed give you pleasure and that's a reflection on me. He's my property or will be."

"I can understand that and I can't thank you enough for sharing your property with me, Sir."

"Gimme' a kiss, Son, and we'll call it even."

Jim kissed my Master a good passionate kiss.

Allen jumped in Jim's lap and asked, "Can I have one of those?"

"Sure, Little One." Jim kissed Allen even more passionately. He finished and Allen told him, "That was damn good, Jim. You're not a slave." Jim laughed.

"What am I, chopped liver?" asked Big Dirk. as he put a big arm around Jim and pulled him over to give him a kiss. Jim kissed him back with equal verve.

"Of course you're not chopped liver it's just you look so..."

"The word you're looking for is 'mean'!" laughed Allen.

"Well,..." said Jim.

"I know, Kid, but even mean looking bears need love." Big Dirk responded. Jim saw they were pulling his leg and laughed.

"You're right, Master Dirk."

Big Dirk nudged me in the pool and leaned over to speak softly.

"Remember the number three I told you last night?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, change that to four."

"Message received, Master Dirk and I couldn't agree more." Allen knew what he was talking about and giggled. Master Dirk tickled him to giggle even more.

"Now, stop that dad and kiss me." The big bear of a man did as ordered. They were cute together.

"Well, young man I don't think you'll have any problem being either a Master or a slave. You're fine looking enough to be either."

"One thing that impresses me is you guys don't make it seem important one way or the other. You don't seem to place Masters as any more important than a good slave."

"Where would a good Master be without a good slave?" asked Big Dirk.

"They bond, they become a unit. Why would you want to bond with someone you look down upon? There are certain separations that are necessary but you'll learn about those as you go on and can make up your mind then. Which ever, we hope you'll consider becoming a member of our family." stated Master Earl.

"I'd be honored, Sir. I can't tell you how thrilled I am by being here this evening. It's opened new worlds for me and I'm truly grateful."

We spent some time in the spa and Jim excused himself to dress as he felt he had to go. He wanted to get to bed and be at work early. Master Earl and I saw him to the door. He hugged and kissed me, then he stood in front of Master Earl.

"Sir, may I hug you, too?" asked Chief. Master Earl smiled then laughed.

"Of course, young man." he gave him a big hug and kissed him behind the ear.

"Thank you, Master Earl, I needed that."

"You're welcome, Son, come again."

"I will, Sir, when I'm invited. See ya' tomorrow morning, Beau." He was off down the hill.

"Thank you, Master."

"For what?"

"Helping me out. I didn't know what to do."

"I think you have a good loyal employee on your hands."

"I feel the same way, Sir. By the way, have I told you lately how proud I am to be your slave?"

"No, but it's good to hear." he put his arm around me and we walked back to the spa.

"Talk about a good looking man? Whew!" expressed Big Dirk. "I must be turning gay."

"Who wouldn't find the man attractive, straight or gay?" asked Master Earl.

"I'm with you, Master Earl." Allen said. "He made my twat twitch."

"Your 'twat twitch', Allen?" we all lost it laughing at the expression.

"I don't think he's a slave." I said to Master Earl.

"I think I tend to agree with you, Son." he replied.

We lay in the spa a while longer and Dirk decided that he an Allen had to leave. They thanked us for the dinner they brought and I sent Allen home with a bag full of food. Master and I returned to the spa for some time to ourselves.

It was great laying in his big arms in the warm water. We didn't talk much. He was coming down from the weekend and all that happened to the two of us. Strange and wonderful things. We were together. We were building memories. He was becoming my family and I his.

I wondered why I needed training. Wasn't I a good enough slave as is? I really didn't want to leave him to go through training and didn't know if I should express it or not. I decided not to. I was so lost in his love, all I wanted was to be his possession, to belong to him and I was willing to do anything, including training, to get there.

Somehow, to him, slave training would put the Good Housekeeping Seal of Approval stamp on his slave. I wondered if he needed that more than me. I had fears I might not end up his. I tried not to think about it but the more I fell in love with him the more afraid I became.

Oh, sure, I could become some other Master's slave but now I was not interested in the challenge anymore. I was in love and I only wanted Master Earl. Maybe slave training would teach me the necessity of not trying to plan my own future.

We crawled into bed. I was tired from work, fucking my brains out and the emotional experience with Jim. Master was in a mellow mood and wanted to relax and hold me. That was all right by me. We made a little love and he was ready to go to sleep. I curled up into him with my backside against his front, his arms around me. I cried softly thinking he was asleep.

"Shhhhhh...!" He whispered pulling me close. "I told you not to think about that."

"I'm sorry, Master, I thought you were asleep. I'm just afraid."

"Have faith in me, Little One. Have faith in Wes. Have faith in yourself and lastly, have faith in the Great Spirit. All will be as you wish, you'll see. Now, go to sleep and dream of us together."

"I will Master."

Part II ~ The Week That Was

"Sparrows dancing at a Butterfinger leaving crumbs behind, Two Crows share a Dodger Dog wolfing down their find, My Master hands me paper cups filled with ice cold beer, No one knows that I'm his slave as we all stand up to cheer." Canto 44 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous

We were up early the next morning. We showered together which saved time. We usually didn't do that but Master was unusually loving this morning and we did more loving than cleaning. We hit the high spots and the lower spots. Especially, the lower spots. We had coffee and he was really in good spirits.

"You gonna' get off on time today, Son?"

"Don't know, Master. That's the price of leadership."

"You worried, having to break in a new man today?"

"No, Master, I did that last night." we laughed.

"I guess you did at that." he continued laughing.

"Have I told you lately, how proud I am to have you as my slave."

"No, Master, but you just made my day." I said leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

"We'd better take off." he was in full uniform and I fell to my knees and lovingly kissed each of his boots. I found his hand and kissed it lovingly as well, placing it to my forehead.

"Come, my beautiful slave and tell Officer Masters goodbye." I jumped up, threw my arms around his neck and we kissed a kiss that would hold me through the day.

"I love you, Master."

"I love you, too, Son."

We were off down the hill and I again followed behind so I could look at him in his uniform and handsome boots. I felt like I was the luckiest slave in the world. We got to my turn off and Master pulled in behind me to say 'hello' to Sam and Jim.

He stopped his motor for a moment, was shaking their hands, wishing them good day when dad walked into the lot. I motioned him over and I introduced him to Master Earl. He smiled when Master Earl said to him,

"Heard lots of good things about you Jake. I'm glad to finally meet you."

"You, too, Officer Shaw, you look like a man that could handle my boy." They both broke up laughing. Jim looked perplexed. Sam was in stitches. Master Earl pulled on his helmet and was off to work. Jim brought his rollaway tool box on the back of his truck.

I all ready had the assignment sheets done last night so I volunteered to help Jim with his box. As I was helping him, I couldn't help admire how handsome he was. To think, I had him inside me last night. Life was good.

"When you gonna' tell me about your dad, Jake."

"I'll give you the Reader's Digest version this morning and the unabridged version later." I explained about coming in off the street and how hard Jake rode me in the beginning up to the point he followed me home for the first time.

"We aren't lovers. He's... become my 'fuck dad'. We fuck maybe twice a week and we've grown close."

"From anyone else I'd say it was sick but I think I know how you feel. I can't help feel a little jealous of him though but I promise, because he's special to you, I'll make a friend of him."

"I'd appreciate that, besides, you might just begin to see the sweet, funny, lovable man he can be." I gave Jim his assignment and he said he could do it. "If I need help I'll come get you, Boss."

"Beau, Jim."

"Okay."

"Do you mind being called 'Chief'?"

"Oh, hell, no! That's what I was known as in Nam all those years and I am a Yavapie prince. I'm in line to become a Chief. I'd be proud for you to call me Chief. Especially after last night." he added softly.

"I like that, Chief. You always will be my Chief, Jim. Especially after last night." we both laughed.

"By the way, you made a big impression on my Master and Master Dirk. You're also Allen's new love. I'll leave you alone and let you get squared away. I've got to get the rest of these sheets passed out. See you later, Chief. Have a good day."

"You, too, Beau."

Why did my heart feel so full? God, I was walking on air. The other guys noticed it and started calling me 'short timer.' They'd been told I was being recalled by the Navy to do relocation of Viet villages since I learned to speak the language.

Perfect cover. I told them I'd rather stay here as they were still killing folks over there. I got back to my bay and got to work. I was finished with my assignment just about morning break and was ready to run in another truck. Dad came around with a cup of coffee for me and had some more goodies his wife made. Surprisingly, he stopped by Jim's bay and invited him to share break with us. He shared his goodies with Jim as well.

"Okay, you were right, Kid, I was wrong. Jim was the best man for the job." he said in front of Jim. "My apologies, Jim."

"Don't need to, Jake, I come off sort of quiet and don't sell myself too well but I know trucks."

"I'll say, he's finished with that transmission fluid change and adjustment. I checked him out."

"Great, we need to run two more in then because I finished this one, too."

"Nice to have a new employee hit the ground running." said Dad.

"By the way, Dad, you may call him 'Chief.' Jim is a real Yavapie prince and will be a Chief."

"Hey, that's great! Sam threatened me with my life if I called you 'Chief' without you really being one." we all laughed.

"Chief also happens to be the medic that saved my life in Nam, Dad."

"You're kidding."

"No he's not, Jake. We knew each other from afar in Nam but never met until I patched him up in the field."

"Son of a bitch, then your family, Son." Jake patted Chief on the back. I had a feeling they were going to be friends.

After break, I went to the office and typed up three new assignment sheets as one of the other men had finished their job as well. Sam came around and asked how the new employee was working out and how did my Master know him? I told Sam everything and he just shook his head smiling.

"See!" he said softly, "You little shit, cards or no cards, I told you, you made the right call. Yoshie was blown away last night when I told him about Jim Redfeather. He couldn't believe it. I told him it was as much a shock for me." he walked away laughing, "Can't wait to get home, Yoshie ain't gonna' believe this one. You savior in Nam. Shee-it! Unbelievable!"

We got off on time as we were getting caught up from being down one employee. Jim easily put out three times the work Tom ever did. Dad had to get home but promised tomorrow we would get my stuff moved. Jim volunteered his truck to make it in one load if we needed him. Dad thought it was a great idea and looked forward to tomorrow. I told Jim he would get to meet Master Jeb but either my Master or I would call him this evening to let him know what Master Earl found out.

"I feel like wonderful new doors are being opened for me through you and your goodness, Beau. Maybe it's true. What goes around comes around. Maybe your friend Wes is looking out for me, too? Maybe he brought us together again because we need something from each other?"

I left work feeling better than I had in years. I was even whistling as I waved goodbye to Jim when I turned to ride up the hill to Master Earl's house. My Master's bike was in the carport when I pulled in. He left the kitchen door open.

I parked my bike, took off my coveralls, threw them in the wash and started the machine. I turned to find my Master standing tall in the doorway looking at me with love in his eyes. My heart melted. He pulled me inside and allowed me to go through the greeting ritual that had become so important to me.

He drew me to him and kissed me long and hard. I let him have his way with me, so to speak. Hell, what gay man in his right mind would play coy with a drop dead gorgeous motorcycle Cop in full uniform when he wanted his way with him?

"Just think, slave boy, one whole evening to ourselves. Can you handle it?"

"I'll do my damnedest, Master." we laughed.

"I picked up dinner for us."

"Master, we have all that other food."

"We'll eat it or take a bunch to work tomorrow and feed the troops."

"I could do that, it's still good."

"Put on your chaps and vest. I want to see my leather, biker slave parade around for his Master with his plugged ass hanging out."

"Did you get a chance to talk to Master Jeb, Sir."

"I did and he said to give Jim his phone number and have him call to set up an appointment. I'll call him in a minute after you follow my dress order and tell him."

"He volunteered his truck to carry some of my furniture to dad's and my trunk to Mt. Washington so he might get to meet Master Jeb tomorrow. Could you call Master Jeb back to see if it's convenient for me to come up there tomorrow to drop my trunk off."

"I could, but I think he'd rather hear from you."

"Good point, Master, I'll be right back." I returned and dialed Master Jeb's number.

"Hello." It was Big Jim.

"Hello, Master Ox, how are you this afternoon. This is Beau."

"Hello, Love, good to hear your voice again. How've you been?"

"I'm great, Sir. Hired a new man at work that Master Earl called Master Jeb about earlier. I need to speak to him about bringing my trunk by there tomorrow evening after work. If that would be convenient."

"He's here, Love, just a minute." He hollered for Master Jeb.

"Hello, Son."

"It's your slave calling, Master."

"What can your Master do for you, Son?"

"I'm vacating my apartment and need to bring a trunk by tomorrow after work if possible. The young man that Master Earl called about earlier will be helping dad and I. I've given my old furniture to dad for his kids and Jim volunteered his truck to give us a hand. Is that all right with you."

"Certainly, Son, no problem. I'll be happy to meet him but still want him to set up an appointment."

"Then, that will be explained to him, Sir, and thank you, Master Jeb."

"You know you're welcome, Son."

"And Master Jeb?"

"Yes, Son?"

"I love you, Sir." there was a brief silence on the other end.

"You know what I told you the other night? I'm not gonna' hold back from you anymore, Son. I love you, too, so does your big blue ox."

I related my conversation with Master Jeb to Master Earl and he wanted to know if I wanted to call Jim.

"I think he would feel more included if you called him and gave him the message and then let me talk to him afterward."

"You have a good point, too, Son." He called Jim Redfeather, gave him the information, Master Jeb's phone number and ask about his first day at work. Master Earl gave Jim our phone number as well. Wished him good luck and said his slave would like to speak with him.

"Hello, Chief."

"Hey, Beau, how you doing, Kid."

"Now, that I'm home with my collar, leash and leathers on, I'm doing just fine."

"Damn, wish I could see that. I will sometime, I'm sure."

"I'd like that, too, Chief. Master Jeb said he'd be happy to meet you tomorrow but to call and set up an appointment to talk with him. He's a wonderful man, Chief. He won't push you into anything he doesn't think you're ready for. Just be honest with him and he'll be with you as well."

"That's what I'm looking for, Beau. Thank you and your good Master for this opportunity."

"See you tomorrow, Chief."

"Goodnight, Love, and give that big Cop a kiss for me, too."

"You got it, Chief."

"You're calling him 'Chief'?"

"He is a Prince of the Yavapie tribe, Master and next in line to be Chief."

"Makes sense to me." Master laughed.

After work the next day dad and Chief were at my place. With the two trucks we had all the furniture dad wanted and my trunk loaded. I left my bike in the garage and rode with Chief to follow dad to his house. We were going to unload him first then Chief and I were going to drop by Master Jeb's with my trunk.

Dad's wife, Anita, met us with iced tea and cookies. She was really grateful to get the furniture. We helped unload and placed everything where she wanted. She insisted we stay for dinner but we told her we had another stop to make on our way home and they were expecting us.

We promised we'd come back soon for dinner some evening. Dad wanted us to stay longer but he knew we had things to take care of. The kids were all over us. They were wonderful. They were all good looking children that got the best from both parents.

Chief and I arrived at Master Jeb's a little after six. He was sitting on the front porch with Big Jim having a beer. We walked up and I introduced the two of them to Chief. I could tell that Chief was taken by Master Jeb and agog at Big Jim.

He was much like me. He couldn't take his eyes off Big Jim. He did but I knew he was watching him in his peripheral vision. Maybe I was wrong about Chief. Maybe he was slave material. Master Jeb would know. We didn't stay long.

We carried my trunk to the attic and placed it among twenty others. I was glad I put a big label on mine. Master Jeb invited us to stay for dinner. I knew Chief would have liked to but I wanted to get home to my Master.

I apologized that I needed to get back and Chief went along with it. He had an appointment for Friday evening with Master Jeb anyway. We got back in Chief's truck and started back to my place.

"I don't know about being a Master, Beau. I couldn't imagine anything better than sleeping with that big man." I was quiet but a thought crept into my mind. What if Chief was the slave Big Jim needed? I didn't say anything.

"There's something between the two of you, isn't there?" I was quiet.

"I'll tell you sometime but I can't right now. If you decide you want to be a slave don't go through training like I am. There are enough good Masters out there that would take you on and train you as you go. I got talked into training and I'm not sorry I'm doing it...it's....just"

"You're having second thoughts aren't you, Beau?" I started crying and couldn't stop.

"We're going to my place. You need to talk. You need a friend right now that isn't involved with all this shit."

We pulled up outside his apartment and went in. Chief got me a beer and it tasted good.

"Lay down here with me and talk." I did as told and unburdened my heart to him.

"Chief, there's a chance I won't end up with Master Earl as my Master. I'll be put on the market and sold to the highest bidder."

"You're kidding?"

"That's the way it works with this family. It may seem great to you from the outside but it has some drawbacks." I went through the list of possible things that could happen including losing my cock and balls. He didn't know about that.

I told him the story of Dirk and Allen but added that Allen wanted it as well. I told him about Billy, Oscar and Blaine. He was quiet for a moment.

"That would be one reason to want to be a Master. However, it does have a certain haunting appeal." I told him it's a very seductive appeal. To make sure before he decides one way or another.

Also, I made him promise before he told another soul that he would tell me first of his decision. He held me and listened for some time as I told him about the possibility of not becoming a slave to Master Earl.

"I have come to love him so much, Chief, I can't imagine a life without him."

"I can see the love that passes between you. I can see his aura as it mixes with yours and changes colors. You share colors and change colors together."

"You can see that?" I asked Chief.

"Yes, quite readily." he replied.

"I saw his aura in the dungeon the other night. It was gold and dark purples with reds and yellows jumping in between." I related to Chief.

"Golds and dark purples are the colors of love. Why do you think Gold is the ring that people exchange? Why do you think the color of royalty is dark purple? To garner or express love.

Beau, I don't think you have anything to worry about. You're right, these things may be a possibility but there is another spirit very strong with you. It must be Wes. I think I felt him with me last night when I was making love to you. He won't rest until he knows those he loved will be happy. Trust him!"

"That's what Master Earl told me last night."

"Well, let's get you home so you can go to your Master."

"Thanks, Chief, you've saved me again. Please..." I hugged him and we kissed.

"I would be your Master until the day you drew your last breath, Beau. I love you."

"I love you, too, Chief."

"Look, I'm not kidding myself. You have a wonderful man to be your Master. I'm just saying if things were not the way they are I would make you mine for life."

"Don't ever stop loving me, Chief. I saw in the cards the other day that I'll need your help in the future and you'll need mine."

"I'll be there as I was for you in Nam." he spoke softly.

I pulled into Master Earl's carport and got out of my coveralls. I threw my dirty coveralls into the washer and started it. I turned to walk into the kitchen and there was my Master standing there waiting for me. He had concern in his eyes as he invited me in. We went through our ritual and when he held me I could feel his concern.

"Is there something you need to tell me, slave?"

"Just my usual fears, Master but I'm better now. I'll be all right."

"Have you eaten?"

"No, Master. I hoped I'd be home in time to eat with you."

"Well, I waited for you, come..."

He led me to the patio where he had a small table sat up with candles, wine and real plates. It was beautiful. I grabbed him and hugged him.

"This is a wonderful surprise, Master. It looks great. Thank you."

"We deserve something a little different tonight." he had gotten more of the wonderful Italian food that I loved. It was a wonderful meal.

"Are you all moved out now?"

"Not quite Master. I still have Puss to get rid of. I'm hoping Chris will take her."

"Do you want to keep Puss? We could bring her up here and I could care for her while you're training."

"I didn't think you'd want a pet."

"I wouldn't mind a cat if she fixed."

"She's fixed. Sure, If you don't mind it would be kind of nice to have old Puss running around here."

"Fine, we'll run down the hill tomorrow evening and pick her up and bring her up here. I'll keep her penned up for several days. She'll forget how to get to her other home and hang around here. So, for all practical purposes, your living with me now?"

"Yes, Sir, until next Monday."

"Welcome, slave." He grabbed me and hugged me.

The next day at work I was in a blue mood. Dad and Chief picked up on it. I tried to be jovial but my heart just wasn't in it. Dad knew I was all moved out so he didn't say anything about getting together. Chief talked to me for a while in the afternoon when I came to check on him.

I didn't really need to check on him. He was turning out to be one of the most knowledgeable mechanics in the shop. I found myself going to him for help which he willingly gave.

"Stay strong, Little Brother." was all he had to say to me. It meant a lot. Master and I picked up Puss later that evening and she was 'ho-hum' about the move. Master Earl recognized my blue-ness and was very attentive.

I tried to snap out of it but it just hung over me like an unwelcome cloud. We made love and that finally pulled me out of the depths. His cock was medicinal. Chased those screaming green meanies right over the cliff.

Friday. My last day at work. Everything went well all day. I was in a much better mood and it seemed to translate to everyone I worked with. We put out more work that week than any previous week in the shop's history.

I attributed it to my choice in our new mechanic, Jim Redfeather. In fact, we did so well we were through about an hour and a half before quitting time. All the mechanics were gathered around my bay to say goodbye and wishing me good luck.

Sam brought out a big sheet cake with 'Good Luck' written across and several pots of coffee. It was a nice sentiment. Everyone had cake and coffee. Even Joyce and Evelyn the two secretaries came out and hugged me to wish me good luck.

They shed a few tears. Dad surprised me by hugging me in front of all the other mechanics. Chief put his arm around me and sighed real deep. I knew what he meant.

"Can I see you during this time my friend?"

"I don't know, Chief. Best to ask Master Jeb when you see him this evening. Remember your promise to me, Chief?"

"I remember, Beau, I'll keep my promise. I trust your judgment."

"Would you call me after talking to Master Jeb? You have Master Earl's phone number." Chief agreed. I got ready to leave and I checked with Sam for any final information he might need. He shook my hand for appearances and said he'd see me over the weekend when I brought my bike over to his place.

I went to leave and found Chief waiting for me to ride up Sunset together. Everyone else left but Sam and one of the secretaries. Chief put his arms around me.

"I know I haven't known you long. Well, hell, saving your life goes a long way to establishing a beach head for friendship. What I'm trying to say Bro. is I love you and if you need me or change your mind, keep my phone number. All you have to do is call. I'll be there in a minute to rescue you."

"I appreciate that, Jim. You're a good friend and you know I love you, too."

We hugged and were on our way up Sunset to Hollywood. I waved goodbye and wiped away a tear as I headed up the hill to Master Earl's house, my new home, for the weekend anyway.

Friday night with my Master was wonderful. I'd said goodbye to my old life and was being held in his big arms in the spa getting a bit tipsy on a special bottle of Champagne he had bought for my last day at work. We had a special dinner that he had picked up on the way home from work.

I was beginning to pull out of my fear of the future and started to look on it as an adventure. Certainly an adventure better than my past life. I returned my keys to my landlord. I was out. I lay in the warm water of the hot tub with my Master. He was holding me against his big chest making love to me from time to time.

"We're not going to do much tonight but rest and enjoy each other. We'll celebrate your new life tomorrow night and maybe Sunday evening."

We lounged around in bed Saturday morning until almost noon. I talked my Master into letting me ride him again. It was better without interruption. We spent most of Saturday relaxing and letting Puss get acquainted with her new home. She quickly decided it was considerably better than what she had and wasn't about to leave.

She made herself at home faster than I did. It was hard for me to feel like I was living there There were so few of my things there to make me feel at home. Surprisingly, old Puss helped. She was mine or the way she looked at it I was her's. I was sort of scattered to the winds. Well, I would deal with it. The phone rang and Master Earl answered.

"Master Earl. This is Jim Redfeather calling."

"Good Morning, young man. How are you?"

"I'm fine thanks, and you?"

"Fine. What can we do for you?

"Forgive my intrusion, Sir, but Beau made me promise to call him after I had my interview with Master Jeb. I was late getting home last night and I didn't want to bother the two of you, so I thought I'd wait until now to call. I hope I'm not disturbing you?"

"No, not at all. Here's Beau." Master handed me the phone and spoke softly, "It's Jim Redfeather."

"Hello, Chief, how are you today?"

"Thanks to you, I'm a lot better."

"That's good, I hope you learned some things."

"I did. I know I can't be a slave. At least, not in the family's definition. I'm not saying their concepts aren't the best I've ever come across, it's just not for me. I still couldn't help but be wowed by Big Jim. I even told him so. I don't think he was too impressed with me.

The point is, I'd rather love and take care of someone like you or another slave that I fall in love with; however, I would fully expect them to abide by the slave guidelines set down by the family; up too and including any body modifications I required. I guess that's somewhat of a contradiction with what I said earlier?"

"Not to me it isn't, Chief, I understand perfectly and I'm thrilled with what you're telling me. Tell me more."

"There really isn't much more to tell, Sweetheart. I now know the best role for me is Master but I still have to work out why I would sub for Big Jim in a minute."

"Maybe you need to pursue that to find out how you feel."

"I would if the man showed the least interest."

"I would love to talk to you more but it doesn't seem like time is going to let us. Just don't do anything quickly, Chief. Why do I feel so damned protective of you? You're a grown man and I'm about to enter slave training. What the hell do I know?"

"You know more than you think, my friend. Don't ever underestimate your knowledge and sensitivity. You've done wonders for me just being my friend and I look forward to many years."

"Me too, Chief, me too. I do know one thing, though. My Master is a good, kind and generous man. If you need to talk things over or discuss a problem I'm sure he would want to help." Master Earl smiled and nodded his head in approval.

"Remember what I told you yesterday afternoon, Bro."

"I remember, Chief."

"I meant every word, still do, understand?"

"Yes, Chief, and thanks."

"I love you, Sunshine."

"You know I feel the same, Chief."

"Now put your Master back on." I handed Master Earl the phone.

"Yes Son?"

"Master Earl, thanks for letting me speak to your good slave. The two of you have been generous and kind to me and I just wanted to express my gratitude again."

"You're welcome, young man, glad to help. Have a good weekend."

"You, too, Sir. Bye."

Saturday afternoon Master Earl called Sam to see when I could bring my bike over to their garage. We all ready discussed if they wanted us to come for brunch or dinner we would accept; sure enough Sam invited us for brunch. Saturday evening was wonderful.

We played in the dungeon and was one of the most successful times my Master and I had together. We enjoyed each other with no visitations from the living or dead. I was worried about how I would report to Master Jeb's Monday morning.

The way Master Earl's rotation at work occurred he had Monday off again. He said he would deliver me to Mt. Washington. He called Master Jeb to see what time he expected me. He was flexible and said any time before noon.

Late Sunday morning Master Earl got his other Harley from the garage and we rode together to Sam and Yoshie's on the opposite side of the lake. They live on the highest point on the opposite side of Silverlake. They have a beautiful rambling home.

There was plenty of room in their garage to store my bike. I locked it and handed Sam the keys in case he needed to move it for any reason. He placed them on a nail next to the door. I felt sort of sad to see my bike covered with a dust cloth.

"Oh, by the way, Mr. Foreman, I invited one of your workers to join us for brunch. Didn't think you'd mind." Sam said when he had me alone. "To tell the truth it was your good Master who urged me to. He had a feeling the two of you had some things to talk about. He's gonna' be a good Master for you, Beau. He's very much in tune to you and your needs without you asking." I hugged and kissed Sam.

"You're right Sam, I just get so damn frightened that I may not end up with him for a Master. I know all the things you're saying and more than agree. I love him so much it hurts."

"Don't borrow trouble from tomorrow, Youngster. Don't let fears dull you to the joy you'll receive from training."

"Good advice, Master Sam, I'll try." Jim Redfeather arrived a little later with a nice bottle of wine for Master Sam. He met Yoshie and was again agog at Yoshie and I with no clothes. He was in good spirits.

"I'm gonna' have to get use to slaves with no clothes. However, I find it a wonderful tradition and certainly don't mind admiring everything. You know, once you've been exposed to it for a while it seems to be more natural than living with clothes. I could probably be a nudist real easy." we laughed at his honesty.

I helped Yoshie with the food and getting it to the table on the patio. Yoshie and I fit together like a hand in a glove. He was delightful, charming and had a wicked sense of humor. He kept me laughing all afternoon. We sat down to brunch and Master Sam made a toast.

"Good journey to our new slave in his training. May you find the secrets of your heart." We all clinked glasses and I thanked Master Sam for his sentiment.

"Well, Chief," said Master Sam, "How did your interview with Master Jeb turn out?"

"He's a fine gentleman and determined that I'm not slave material. He felt I would be happier as a Master. I somewhat agree with him but..."

"You have some reservations because of your attraction to other men like Big Dirk and Big Jim?" asked Master Earl to my surprise.

"Yes, Sir. I have to be honest and tell you I would sub for Master Jim or Master Dirk in a minute. I can't figure that out. If I'm a Master..." Chief shrugged his shoulders in confusion.

"Seems like a conflict of interest doesn't it, Son?" Sam asked.

"It's a little confusing, Sir." he picked at his eggs. Sam winked at Earl.

"Maybe we can help, Son." said Sam, "Don't think for a minute that because I'm a Master and play the part that I'm not attracted to and haven't subbed for another man. There's one old man in the desert that you will meet later that I have submitted to many times and love as if he were my own father.

Big Jim, well, Big Jim is a real ball scratcher no doubt about it. Few Master's in our group haven't considered submitting to him at one time or another. Same goes for Dirk except he was initially straight and only has eyes for Allen. However, lately, he's expanded his horizons to Blaine and Beau."

"And now, Chief." I added smiling at Chief.

"Really?" Sam asked rhetorically, "Well that's a new one on me. Maybe old, straight Dirk is loosening up a bit?"

"Let me share something with you that Beau all ready knows but I don't think Sam and Yoshie do." said Master Earl, "I asked Master Jeb to train me as a Master and he agreed but the only way he would consider it was for me to take slave training for three months.

His idea was, if I could get through slave training I would know how to be a good Master. I did it and got through it. It wasn't easy but I still think of the old man today as my Master and refer to him as that in private.

I'm not ashamed to say that today. There was a time I didn't want anyone to know I'd gone through slave training; however, now I'm proud I did and the experience contributed greatly to me becoming a fairly competent Master. As far as Big Jim is concerned I would have bedded him in a minute as an equal partner but don't think I could sub for him. Of course I've gotten to know and love him on a different basis. He's Wes's Uncle."

"Once you own a good slave that you fall in love with and want to take care of, those cravings or thoughts are not as important." added Master Sam. "Right now, you see all these men you've never been associated with before as potential experiences. You're like a kid in a candy store. There's all sorts of possibilities out there that may or may not be available. The one you want is an experience with someone that's going to bring you the greatest happiness over the long run."

"It's interesting that you men should share these things with me. I'm really touched. I've never found a group of people be more honest and giving with me than you've been." Chief was obviously moved. I was sitting next to him and put my arm around him. He regained his composure. "Thank you, Gentlemen, that does answer some questions for me. I don't have to fear natural urges and only have to keep sight of what I want."

"Bravo!" said Sam.

"Exactly, Son!" encouraged Master Earl. We'll have you meet the patriarch of our family as soon as possible. Sam and I have no fear he will find you a necessary person for our family. You'll have all the encouragement and support you can handle; or, maybe I should say, all you can stand." we all laughed. I rolled my eyes back in my head and winked at Master Earl.

"Guess who's gonna' eat Chief, alive?" I asked them all.

"Blaine!" Sam, Master Earl, and Yoshie said in unison laughing.

We spent a wonderful afternoon with Sam, Yoshie and Chief. Yoshie managed to quell some of my fears about training telling me it was one of the greatest experiences of his life and helped to define the person that he is today.

He got tears in his eyes when he spoke of Master Jeb and Master Jim. He felt that no two better men walked the Earth. I all ready felt the same. We stayed well into the late afternoon but I could tell Master wanted to get home so I whispered in his ear I was ready when he was. Chief made excuses and decided to leave at the same time. We hugged and kissed and Yoshie pulled me aside.

"Don't be surprised if Master Sam pays a deposit to bid on you. He gets to have you for a weekend; he's doing it for your Master. Several people may do the same. That's the way the game is played. You'll probably get to see your Master more than you thought. I probably shouldn't be telling you this but I've seen how down you get when talk about leaving him."

"I love you for that, Yoshie. It means a lot. I had no idea that's the way things worked. I won't be so fearful anymore."

"Just don't mention to Sam or Master Earl I told you." Yoshie pleaded.

"You have my word, Bro." I whispered to him in return.

Chief hugged and kissed me and Master Earl; thanking him and Sam profusely. He hugged, kissed and thanked Yoshie. He returned to me.

"Well, Tiger, I'm so grateful to Master Sam and Master Earl for inviting me today. They answered a lot of questions for me and I feel better."

"Me, too, Chief. I'll be thinking about you."

"I'll be checking with your Master from time to time to see how you're doing. I'll be thinking about you, too, Sunshine. You know I love you."

"I love you, too, Chief."

We rode around the lake together. Me on the back of Master Earl's Harley and Chief on his Norton. I waved as we turned to go up the hill to Master's and now my place. I waved goodbye to a good man who would become a major, important person in my life.

I saw him in the cards. My heart felt lighter that I had his protection. He deserved to be a part of our family. He thought like they did. He was not afraid to be strong when he needed to be and yet he was not afraid to be tender and vulnerable. He was a man. We got home and I took off my clothes.

I asked Master if we could get into the pool for a while. He thought it was a great idea and we lounged around the pool with a drink in our hands. Laying in the shallow end on top of him with his hands all over me made me feel like a little boy, his little boy. It was a great feeling and I laughed as I told him how I felt.

"That's the way I'd like for you to feel, my faithful slave-boy. I rather enjoy feeling like your 'daddy.' That's part of the crossover of Master/slave relationships. It's felt, passing between a Master and his slave, and some express it. Look and Allen and Daddy Bear." we laughed.

"Then you don't mind if I sometimes think of you that way, Master?"

"Certainly not. As long as you don't lose perspective of our original commitment to each other. I rather enjoy referring to you as 'Son' and have wondered if you might start referring to me as 'Dad'?"

"Not without your permission, Sir."

"Well, you have it, Son." he hugged me closer and kissed me behind my ear.

"That was really nice, Dad." I turned and kissed him to seal the decision. I could feel his snake responding to the intimacy. So was mine in a big way. It didn't go unnoticed by him.

I also knew I was going to get the fucking of my young life that evening. We got out of the pool, fixed some leftover food for us and sat down to eat. The phone rang. Master Earl got up to answer.

"Hello." He was quiet for a few minutes.

"No, that's fine. We'll wait. Give me a call when you get home and we'll head over."

"Fine, see you then."

"That was Jeb. He's gonna' be busy all day tomorrow and could I bring you over later in the evening. He'll give us a call when he gets in. So, you'll have to put up with me a while longer, Son."

I knew he meant it to be funny and well met but it struck a chord in me that broke my heart right at that moment. Tears came to my eyes. I almost started crying.

"I would never be, 'just putting up with you', Master. I love you so Goddamn much it hurts. I don't want to leave you at all." He grabbed me, held me and comforted me.

"That was pretty insensitive of me. I'm sorry. Even Master's can make fools of themselves. Forgive me." I did immediately.

"Oh, hell, Master, I'm just overly sensitive. I'm on the brink of a cliff and I don't know where I'm going. I know I don't want to leave you but I have to."

"You'll do fine, Son."

"Why is it when I call you 'Dad', it feels different?"

"That's rhetorical, right?"

"Yeah, I know why it feels different."

"Sure, it's cause you love me that way."

"I do indeed, Dad, I do indeed." That night was the most wonderful night I'd spent with my Master since I'd known him. We played in the dungeon half the night and ended up in the spa in the early hours of the morning.

I was beginning to really like the spa. That's when I could be held close to him and we could whisper outrageous things to each other. We went to bed exhausted. The spa took it out of us to say nothing of the five major fucks he threw into me. Master Earl fell asleep quickly and I was close behind. I woke up in the night and felt him entering me slowly but surely. I couldn't believe it. He was sound asleep.

I lay still and felt him slowly putting more in me. I relaxed and thought about helping him but I wanted to see if he was awake. I wanted to know if he knew what he was doing or if he was dreaming. He kept on until he was completely in me. I wasn't going to complain. He felt wonderful.

I must have lain there for an hour or more waiting to see what he was going to do. Then I felt him breathe deeply and take a long deep stroke in my ass. He held it in me tight and then started a soft snoring sound. He was still asleep. He was fucking me in his sleep.

Talk about 'sweet dreams.' He took several more good, long, deep strokes and then started a steady slow undulating rhythm. He kept that up for almost and hour then he shifted gears just like he would do if he was awake and started up the hill.

Master Earl increased his pace slowly until I knew he was close. He pumped three long deep hard strokes into me and held the last one as I felt his flow begin. I couldn't hold it anymore and shot, and shot again. It was so hot. He never woke up. I went to sleep again with him inside me and woke with him rooting around inside whispering in my ear.

"It was nice of you to crawl on my dick this morning."

"Uuh, Master? You don't remember fucking the B'jesus out of me?"

"No."

"Sir, you slipped it into me after we went to sleep. I just lay still waiting to see what you would do. You fucked me to climax and never woke up." he was quiet for a moment.

"Wes used to swear I did that to him, too, but I never believed him; however, after his operation he soiled the sheets with his come. That's the only way he could come was having me fuck him."

"Well look...!" I held up the sheet next to me with the stains.

"I hope I enjoyed it." he laughed

"Well, if you didn't, I certainly did." I laughed too.

"You want to try for one more?"

"You own that ass, Master. You don't have to ask. If you're asking would it please me? Hell, yes, I'll take all you can give, Master, anytime."

He rolled me on my stomach and let his animal loose on me. When he finally came he rolled me on my side and grabbed my cock. He pumped it three times and I erupted all over my own chest. He felt me and shot his load again way up inside me.

We were spent and both laughed at our excess. It was Monday and I wasn't hurrying to get ready for work. It felt strange. Puss was underfoot wanting to be fed. I took her out to the kitchen and fed her while Master Earl got into the shower. I joined him.

I was getting good at scrubbing his back. He liked it, too. He even let me wash his snake. The man had to have one of the prettiest cock's I'd ever encountered. Not only did it fuck like a Cadillac it was styled like one as well. His eyes stayed the same dark violet-purple color for several days now and I asked him about it.

"I don't know why they change color but I've noticed when I'm happy, content, in love, and life is going along smoothly, they get darker and darker. There were times in the past they almost lost all color and were a pale white with a violet tint. Weird looking." He wasn't weird looking to me. "Since we have some time let's do something special today. You want to take in a Dodger's game?" I followed the Dodgers but never been to a game.

"That would be great, Dad." I added to see what response I got. He laughed and kissed me.

"That's my boy, Son. We went to the game and had a wonderful time. Some of the team remembered him and he introduced me to several. They were perfect gentlemen and knew Wes had died some time before. Several attended Wes's funeral. They were thrilled to see Master Earl with someone new he seemed to be happy with. Most all of them were straight men but living in LA they knew the score.

You respect them and they'd fall all over themselves to be nice to you. We got back home in the late afternoon. We stopped and picked up some more Chinese at Lee's. Master asked it I wanted to invite Chief up for dinner and I said no.

I only wanted to be with him. We finished dinner and I put everything away. Master insisted we get into the pool again and I was ready. We swam for a while and ended up in the shallow end of the pool with him holding me and gently playing with me.

"I'm gonna' tell you something, Beau. I know Wes is around and he'll probably hear what I'm telling you. Don't care. I loved him with all my heart. I never held anything back from Wes. You love people differently.

My love for you is as solid and strong as any I had with Wes. I won't compare the two of you. You can't compare loves anyway. It's like apples and oranges.

I guess what I'm trying to say is I'm proud of you making this effort to enter training. I know you're ready to throw up your hands and run the other way. I know you're frightened, unsure but if for no other reason than your love for me, I'm asking you to see it through. You'll understand why when you finish. It's something you'll never forget and you'll thank me later for encouraging you.

You will be my property. Never lose faith that your Master won't be counting the days until your sold to him. I, too, have my dreams for us. Like today, we had fun at the game and I was pleasantly surprised how much you know about baseball. Most gay men don't. That's one of my passions and I know you'll share it with me.

Now, I'll be allowed, one maybe two, weekends with you and I know my family well enough to know they're planning on placing deposits to bid so they can surprise us and get us together. Jeb knows it, too. He's no fool. He doesn't care. He gets the non-refundable deposit so he makes out.

It's more than that with him though; it's been a good system for a Master interested in a prospective slave to try him out. You know the old saw, 'You wouldn't buy a pair of shoes unless you tried them on.'"

"I guess I've been thinking that if everyone tells me I'm a 'natural slave' why the hell do I need three months of training? I could be spending that time serving you, seeing to your needs and loving you."

"I know, it's does seem like a conundrum, but trust me, it is necessary. Let's put it this way, to become the slave I need, you have to go through this training. I'm not trying to be mean. I'm just trying to express to you how important it is to me that you go through training. Remember my strong stand about a Master/slave contract, well, consider this similar. To be my slave it's something you must do."

"I understand Master. Not only because I love you but because I would do anything you asked to become your complete slave. I've never wanted anything more in my life. You're the only person in my life that's ever asked me to make a commitment of any kind. Wes never asked for a commitment.

He never questioned my love for him after that night in the cave. He still doesn't. When his spirit entered me the other night it was like my whole being wrapped around him, protecting him, caring for him, and loving him. He came with me when I released us. It was him and it was me but it was him that hit you in the eye." I roared with laughter.

"Yeah, likely story. Dad can't tell which child to punish."

"How 'bout both?" we laughed. "You know he was inside me that first night you whipped me? He stayed with me and made love to me outside the reality of the dungeon. He was so buffed I didn't recognize him. Don't worry, Master. He just told me I won't be alone in slave training. He'll be there with me."

Master looked at me and the water in his eyes was not from the pool. He kissed Wes and fell into him in thanks. The phone rang by the pool.

"Hello Jeb."

"Yeah, we went to a Dodger's game today and we're in the pool right now."

"Fine, how 'bout an hour and a half. Eight! We'll be there with your package with a nice bow on top. No bow, huh? Okay, see you then." He put the phone back.

"They're looking forward to seeing you again, Son."

"I know, and I'm looking forward to seeing them. Hold me for a minute, Master, and kiss me this time." he started laughing and choked on the pool water.

"No one would believe this conversation if I were ever to relate it." He took me in his arms and kissed me so tenderly and passionately I thought I was going to piss in the pool.

He delivered me on time and waited by his Harley as Jeb and Jim came out to say hello. Master Jeb asked him in but he declined. Master Earl told them he wanted to get home feed his new ward, Puss and go to bed. That's when Puss got the name 'Montgomery.'

Master Earl hugged and kissed me one last time and told me he loved me. He left and headed down the hill. I watched until I couldn't see him anymore and then turned away to be comforted in Master Jeb's arms.

He understood it was a huge adjustment in my life. I left my past life behind. He'd seen it many times before. He was a kind, loving man. He was, now, my Master. I loved him. He knew and understood.

My other training Master also welcomed me with his big arms and a gentle kiss that communicated so much it started my waterworks. I made a promise to myself I would be strong. Neither Master Jeb nor Master Jim were disturbed by my tears.

They were genuinely concerned for my feelings; however, they allowed their silent strength to communicate their resolve to be there for me. They were two big men, in all respects. I had grown to love them and trusted them completely.

With their help, I spent the last month preparing myself for this moment. I walked up to the door of my future, knocked, the door was opened, and I walked through. They were there, as my family, to love me and bid me welcome. When I stopped feeling sorry for myself long enough to reflect, I hadn't left a hell of a lot in Kansas. To hell with the past, I didn't need it anymore. Hello, freedom! Goodbye, yellow brick road!

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End of Chapter 17 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com Visit Web Site: http://www.asstr.org/~Waddie_Greywolf