Ties That Bind

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

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

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

CHAPTER 24 ~ BEAR DANCE

The people have a vision quest they send their children on to find the reasons why their souls are here and learn the ways of their brothers the Wolf, the Bear, the Eagle, the Buffalo, the Deer, the Coyote and the Crow.

They all must learn the dance of each to let their spirits intertwine with the spirit of that animal. Not to become the animal, for only skin walkers and Shamans can do that, but to learn it's ways. To give them strength and knowledge of their world.

The dance most favored is the Bear Dance. It is the easiest for the young seekers to communicate with the spirit of the Bear to bring his presence to the dance. If you are an observer, watch closely and open your heart you may see the bears before you dancing to the sacred chants and drums. Even though he is the most fierce, our brother the Bear has the biggest heart of all.

From the Journal of James Redfeather.

Part I ~ The Journals

Chief and Master Jeb were sitting at the kitchen table discussing Chief's Journal. Master Jeb had read it and was as wowed by some of Jim Redfeather notes and observations. He closed the book to acknowledge my slave's ritual greeting. I loved keeping the ritual with Master Jeb. He always seemed to appreciate ritual; besides, he wore the hottest pair of big boots. I did the same with Chief. He laughed at my insistence.

"We only left you two hours ago, slave." He laughed.

"That's Beau's way of expressing several things. With him it goes beyond greeting. It says, I love you, I'm hot for you, I owe you an apology, love your boots, fuck me, or his personal favorite, I can't figure out what's going on here so I'll distract you by humbling myself until I get further input." said Big Jim laughing. I had to admit his description was pretty damn accurate.

"I've watched him and he can say more in that simple act than any slave we've ever trained. Funny thing is, nine times out of ten he gets his message across loud and clear." We all laughed

Chief washed his work clothes and was going to stay the night in his small bedroom upstairs. Master Jeb continued his conversation with Chief as the Dungeon Master and I got some ice cream for us out of the fridge. That's one thing a giant is great for. For him, dipping into hard ice cream was like dipping into soft butter. Opening stuck jars? Nothing better. Something on the top shelf you can't reach, no problem, he simply lifts you up to get it. Handy man to have around, in more ways than one.

"Chief," Said Master Jeb, "It's pretty remarkable that we have two people under one roof that show definite literary talent. There's some remarkable stuff in your journal. What started out to be notes on learning about the psychology and training of slaves has expanded to the story of a man's quest to find his place in the universe. I'd like a second opinion. Would you consider letting your big brother read this?

"I'd be honored." replied Chief.

"I'd like for you to read this, Jim, if you have time. Can our slave read over his shoulder, Chief?"

"Sure, you know how Beau and I are, we're soul brothers. I wouldn't feel self conscious about him or big Bro knowing anything about me."

"I think we'd both like to read it, Chief. Maybe we can read it to each other." said the Dungeon Master. "How 'bout you, slave? I'd like for Chief to read your journal as well. Not only is it an interesting read, I think it would be a useful learning exercise for him. I won't order you to as it was understood to be a private journal."said Master Jeb.

"I owe the man my life, Master Jeb. I have no secrets from him. Certainly he may read it if he wishes."

"You know I would, Beau. The passage the Dungeon Master read at your slave ceremony had me in tears. Hell, it had everyone in tears. There wasn't a dry eye in the place. The way Master Jim read it was powerful. Slow paced and phrased as if every word was more important than the next. It was moving stuff. Yes, I'd like to read it very much."

"I'll leave it in your room. I might borrow it back to write more but I'll return it afterward."

"We took Chief's journal up to the Bear's Lair to get ready for bed because the slave driver had another full day planned. I left my journal on Chief's small desk in his room. He fixed it up kinda nice. A big psychedelic mandela on one wall and a picture of an old Indian Chief I didn't recognize. I returned to the lair.

"We gonna' shower tonight, Beaver?"

"Don't know why, Dungeon Master, we've been parboiling in hot water all afternoon."

"Yeah, you're right." He snapped his finger's at me and pointed to his big boots. I was on them in an instance and he had his other boot on my butt pushing gently but firmly. Slowly it came off and then slid off easily. We did the same for the other. He always laughed at me when I sat at the end of the bed and smell them for several minutes. Once he caught me under the covers with one, my head buried in it, sound asleep. He and Master Jeb laughed at me every time they passed me the next day.

"Besides, Dungeon Master," I continued, "you still have the smell of your leathers on you that drives me nuts."

"Oh, Yeah," he said like a little kid, "well, you smell like leather too Beaver and it does the same damn thing to me. So, it's unanimous. We don't shower and sleep with hard-ons all night. You may find Babe crawling up your butt to pull the ox cart in the wee hours of the morn.

I'm still so hot I could pop every time I think about that fuck you gave Sarge today. Now, Big Dirk has a new name for you, Studdly Screwright!" he roared with laughter. Big Jim, Dirk, Chief, Allen and I were hopeless "Rocky and Bullwinkle" fans.

Your Master was so fucking proud of you he just beamed. Sarge took him aside later and told him he hoped he wasn't upset at him being forward and using his slave without asking permission. He assured him as his fellow family member and brother he was welcome but he gave his slave orders to pleasure any Master at the party who wanted him. Sarge said some pretty good things about you to Earl and me. He and Titus think you're pretty special.

I confided in the Dungeon Master that Master Zack was so horny afterward I took him into the small half bath in the downstairs bedroom and sucked him off twice. We lay down together and the Dungeon Master started to read from Chief's journal.

"This started out to be a record keeping, note taking memory support for the care and training of the male slave. It has become the story of a journey. A journey of one pilgrim seeking nothing but observation and small truths where they may be found. It's not a conventional tale. It's a story of hope. It's a story of love. It's the story of one man's journey to regain his soul through subservience. His personal quest to the mountain to expose himself , place his talents and gifts on an alter for consideration, kneel before a creature slightly higher in rank than the angels, a man, and in all humility give himself unto slavery.

"Wow, powerful stuff!" said the Dungeon Master. "We'll have to read more of this another evening I can hardly keep my eyes open and you feel so...are you? Good night little brother. Rest well and peaceful dreams."

Part II ~ Ursus Major

The following week went by in a flash. The weeks never seemed to go by that fast when I was working full time. Who am I kidding? I am working full time. I'm up at the crack of dawn running. We're up to a mile a day now.

Not too bad for two people who started running a couple of months ago. There would be a point in our runs that I would pass over to some other plane in which I became euphoric. I felt like I could run forever. I was running but I felt completely divorced from the physical function of moving and breathing.

My feet were carrying my body but my spirit had grown wings and flown somewhere beyond present reality. Where? It didn't matter as long as I kept running and getting this high. I no longer was exhausted when we returned.

I was alive and ready for the slave driver's gym of hell. It wasn't so bad anymore. I began to look forward to our workouts. The Dungeon Master didn't insist we kill ourselves but if he thought I'd peaked on a level he would add more weights.

Friday afternoon came and big Dirk pulled up out front on his big custom Harley chopper. He had full leathers on and a black bandanna tied around his head. He looked hot. He just got off work at the Harley- Davidson Dealership in Glendale where he was the factory trained lead mechanic.

"Ready to go, Studdly?" he asked me. He told me he thought I deserved the name from my performance with Sarge in Master Earl's dungeon. He loved "Rocky and Bullwinkle." Thought it was the funniest thing on T.V. Something we shared. I thought Dirk calling me "Studdly" was funny.

"You gonna' make me ride backward on your hog like poor Duddly?" I inquired. He roared with laughter.

"I should, you little shit." I went through the ritual with him and he gave me the usual huge, bear hug and kiss. He seemed really happy to see me. I was glad to see him, too. I put my bag on the back and gave the Dungeon Master a quick hug.

"Go, have a good time. Write when you get work." he joked. Big Dirk had his bike turned around ready to head down the hill.

"Climb on, Son, and grab a'holt a'somp'n." Big Dirk hollered at me above the roar of the Milwaukee vibrator. I threw my leg across the back, found the buddy pegs, put my hands behind me to the 'v' bar and pushed forward. He felt me push into him, knew I had hold of the back and was off down the hill.

Master Dirk was a more cautious bike rider than I might've imagined. Either that or he felt he might've scared me if he didn't? We got onto Sunset Boulevard and passed the turn off to their place. We came to the street you turn to go up to Master Earl's and started up. I didn't know what to think. We pulled in the car port and got off. The door was open to the kitchen. I didn't need any explanations when my Master walked out to give me a hug.

"We don't have a lot of room at out place so we're camping out here with a friend of ours. Hope you don't mind, Studdly. Just don't forget. You're still my fucking slave for the weekend, right?"

"Right, Master Dirk. Glad to be your slave but I think I'm in love with your good looking friend."

"Damn, he has that affect on all the pretty slaves." Big Dirk laughed. We went into the house and I went through the ritual greeting with my Master. He hugged and kissed me. Allen was fixing a salad for dinner, hugged and kissed me.

Big Dirk led me off to one of the downstairs bedrooms where he was camping and had me take off my clothes. He didn't leave. When I was through he put a collar around my neck. It was the collar Master Earl bought for me. He carefully adjusted it, locked it with a small lock and snapped my leash on the front.

He still had his leather's on. He looked and smelled great. He grabbed me, sat me in his lap and proceeded to give me the hottest, passionate kiss I'd had in a while. A big man with all that leather on, what was I to do? I wasn't going to play hard to get, that's for damn sure.

"You're gonna' get to ride the 'Wild Stallion' tonight Studdly." I didn't even ask. I just surmised he and Allen worked out something.

Maybe Master Earl was gonna' get some pussy tonight and I ain't talking 'bout old Monty. Good for him. Good for Allen. I was, after all, big Dirk's slave for the weekend. I knew he wanted me to ride him and I was flattered. He hadn't expressed interest in any other man slave since Wes according to Allen.

Dirk and Master Earl exchanged slaves quite often. Master Dirk and Wes were very close. Dirk became a confidant of Wes's. He knew things about Wes no one else knew and he never shared, even after Wes's death. What was told to him in confidence was never repeated. If he gave his word, it was gold. His Master/slave friendship with Wes was similar to mine with Master Zack.

"You know what, Master Dirk?"

"What, Son?"

"I'd be honored and proud to ride your 'Wild Stallion' but you have to realize one important thing."

"What's 'at, Kid?"

"If I ride him he ain't gonna' be wild no more. He'll be so sweet and tame he'll eat right out of your hand." He let out a whoop. Then hugged me again.

"We'll see 'bout that, young'un. Don't bet your lunch money." we both laughed. He was in great spirits. He led me up the stairs into the living room. Master Earl looked up and whistled. I was completely nude, no leathers, and they could see my development. They said they could tell a difference from last weekend. I told them I had gained a total of about twenty pounds in weight and my leather jacket wouldn't zip up anymore. It wouldn't even come together.

"Beau, you look great." Said Allen. "Where is the twenty pounds? You don't look fat or heavy?"

"Muscle weight is about twice as heavy as fat." said Master Earl. "I learned that from Wes."

"I don't care what he's doing he looks good enough to fuck." grunted big Dirk. We all laughed. "You gonna' ring those tits, Earl? You'd be crazy not, too." Dirk offered his strong opinion.

"We were gonna' do it last weekend but we never got around to it. We'll be back out to the desert to Zack's place weekend after next. We may have it done then. Plus a Prince Albert through his dick. Sarge insists he should have a septum piercing but I'm not sure.

I've always wanted a slave with a ring through his nose. Hook his leash on to that ring, he'll follow you anywhere, no questions asked." They all thought that was great fun. I just got hard. They noticed and then laughed at me as I blushed.

"I think you know what your slave thinks about it, Earl." Laughed Dirk.

"Septum, too, then." I wasn't too crazy about the piercing part but the idea of the look and effect of a ring through my nose kept me hard all evening. They laughed and hooted every time I got up from the table.

"Definitely, a septum piercing." said Master Earl again.

They had my favorite Italian food and I was eating everything. I had seconds and then cleaned Allen's plate. They were laughing at me eating so much.

"I've never seen him eat this much. He used to pick at his food and eat just a little. I can't believe what he ate tonight. I can remember Wes would eat more when he was working out heavily. Your body just demands more fuel. He can eat all he wants as far as I'm concerned. If that's the results, eat more, Beau." They laughed.

It was a great meal and we had a good time. Master Dirk can be a charming man. He was intelligent and observant. He didn't have much schooling but he excelled at what he did. He was the top Harley- Davidson Mechanic in Southern California. He worked at the Harley sales place in Glendale.

Most all the family brought their bikes to Dirk. He was honest and fair. All he wanted was a good days pay for a good days work. He made damn good money. He and Allen could afford a bigger place but the rent they were paying was dirt cheap. Allen handled all the money. Masters usually do that but their relationship was a bit different.

It was patterned more after the straight world. Dirk just couldn't be bothered with it. He wouldn't write checks. Wouldn't balance a check book. Hated paying bills. They threatened to turn off everything at one time or another not because they didn't have the money. Dirk forgot to pay or didn't want to be bothered.

Finally, Master Wolf, Dirk called him Daddy Wolf, talked him into letting Allen handle the money and keep records Dirk could look at occasionally. Allen never asked to do it. He accepted his role as slave to let Dirk handle everything. When Allen took over he found eight of his paychecks from Master Wolf, Dirk never deposited.

Dirk didn't know how to fill out a deposit slip. He wasn't dumb, he'd never done it and was embarrassed to ask anyone. Allen took over the money and kept accurate books for Dirk to look at anytime. Dirk looked at it once. He was satisfied Allen knew what he was doing and never looked again.

Once in a while he'd ask Allen how much they had in their accounts and Allen would get his ledger and tell him to the penny. They were saving up to buy a small house or double wide trailer. Living where the rent was cheap was sometime cramped but they were banking a bundle every month.

Where ever they went Dirk carried their money. Allen would say,

"He's like a walking Fort Knox. Who's gonna' try to rob him?" He was right. Allen was so small a stout twelve year old could take him.

Allen and Button were much a like physically. Button was a bit bigger than Allen but Allen had the brains and maturity. Everyone thought they would become good friends. Not so. Allen liked and tolerated Button but he got on Allen's nerves.

Allen said it was because Button was so much like him when he was his age. It made Allen uncomfortable to be around him. He was never rude nor unkind to Button. He just never had much time for him.

We finished the evening in the hot tub and when it came time to retire for the evening Master Dirk led me to his bedroom. Allen was to stay with Master Earl. He loved staying with Master Earl.

Sometimes Dirk would have to go back to Milwaukee for a mechanics conference at the factory. He would be gone for a week or more and Dirk would leave Allen with Master Earl or Master Wolf. Of course, Allen preferred staying with Master Earl because he got to pleasure him. He loved Master Earl. Master Earl was quite taken with Allen as well. Once he got over the idea he might hurt Allen he learned he could fuck his little cunt with a vengeance. He loved to shoot a big load in Allen then lift him over his head and drain his come into his mouth.

Sometimes he'd share half of it with Allen, other times he'd give him all of it. Allen was the only gay man who could get Master Earl to put on his uniform and play 'Speeding ticket or blow job.' Guess which one Allen always chose?

I all ready helped Master Dirk off with his leathers before we got into the spa. He pulled me down with him onto the protective leather bedspread. It felt cool and good. He felt hot and good. I wouldn't have thought Dirk would like to make love to a man with holding and kissing. Boy was I wrong. He was a lover. He got me so wound up I was practically on my knees in tears begging him to let me ride the 'Wild Stallion.'

He finally let me make love to his big cock then gave me permission to take it. I swallowed the whole thing and it surprised the hell out of him. Surprised the hell out of me, too. It was bigger around than Master Jeb's but was about the same length. It had one strange thing about it.

About an inch and a half before the base it started to narrow and narrowed down to about half of it's size. It was like a dildo that tapered on the end. Once I got it inside me, it truly was one of the most filling and comfortable dicks I'd ever sat on.

"Rumor has it, slave, you like to take a Master's piss. Is that true?"

"Yes, Master Dirk, it's true. I've developed a taste for it."

"You know I'm a virgin where that's concerned, slave? What'er we gonna' do about it?"

"With your permission, Sir, I'll run to the kitchen to get my Master a couple of beers." He started laughing and pulled me on top of his huge body. I ended up laying out the entire length of him looking right into his deep-set dark brown eyes.

"You gonna' take my piss, slave, and claim that cherry?"

"If there's a God, I hope to, Sir." he laughed again. He was so hot I leaned into him slowly and barely placed my lips on his and searched his mouth gently for his tongue. He remained still but connected and let me gently coax it into my mouth. I began to suck on it and slide down the inside with my tongue until I felt his huge cock swelling beneath me. He pulled away and took in a deep breath.

"Better get me them fucking beers, slave. This old man wants you to get his piss cherry tonight after I let you ride the 'Wild Stallion' I'm gonna' make you beg for it a little more. I love to see tears in a slave eyes 'cause he wants to feel that big thing soaking in his butt. Would you like that, slave, to feel that monster all the way up there? You ain't gonna' mount this old hoss like you do your Master's, you know?"

"I want to feel the Harley Master deep inside me, Sir. You're right, it would be an honor and a privilege to play catcher for you, Sir. I'll beg you so sweetly it'll make tears come to your eyes and you'll beg me to stop. You'll tell me, 'You can have it slave just don't break my heart any more with your sweet pleas.' "Kid, you got a line of shit, I'll give you that. Go get them beers."

"Yes, Master, and...thank you, Master Dirk. I'm proud to be your slave this weekend."

I turned and walked to the kitchen. I got two beers from the fridge and returned to the downstairs bedroom. Big Dirk was laying on his stomach with his big hairy ass up on the bed. My tongue immediately got hard to say nothing of it's brother down south. I popped the beer open and handed it to him. He drank about half and set it on a coaster on the night stand.

"Master Dirk?"

"Yes, slave?"

"May this slave ask you to consider granting this unworthy slave a favor, Sir?"

"You may ask, slave, and I will consider..."

"Ever since I first met you, Sir, and watched you walk around in the buff by the pool and spa there's been one thing on my mind."

"And, what might that be, slave?"

"To get my tongue as far up your ass as I could. To clean your ass hole for you, Master. You have the most edible looking ass." He laughed.

"Zing, went the strings of my heart." He laughed again, "Can you keep a secret?"

"Of course, Master Dirk, it's the people I tell it to that can't. Just kidding. You know it'll never go further than me."

"I'm a virgin in that department, too." I was quiet for a minute not knowing whether to pursue it further when he continued. "Allen and I have a pretty straight forward no frills sexual thing. That's not a complaint. I love Allen. I love fucking his little cunt. It's tighter than any woman's will ever be. He ain't likely to have no kids so it ain't gonna' get stretched out of shape. I'll stay with Allen 'til one of us or both kick the bucket.

I don't mess around with any other men or women since Allen had his operation. I gave him my word if he had the operation I would never go with a woman as long as we're together. I meant it. I've thought about it a couple of times but that don't count as going against my word. I've been living in a world of gay men.

I've heard a lot about what goes on and at first a lot of it sounded really sick. Drinking piss and sucking a man's ass. Then I got to thinking one night what it might feel like to have some hot slave's tongue way up my butt. I gotta' admit it made my old dick hard thinking about it.

"You wanna' claim that cherry, too, Son?"

"If you give me permission, Sir, I'll do my best." He grabbed his beer off the night stand, finished it and shoved two pillows under his belly until his ass was sticking right in my face. He slowly parted his huge legs and in the dim light I got the first look at my prize.

"I don't know how clean I am, Son."

"Doesn't matter, Master, that's what your slave is for."

"Then you have my permission to clean me good, slave."

"Thank you, Master Dirk, this is a dream come true." Those were the last words I uttered before my feast. Before my tongue was lost in his dark tunnel. I cleaned and sucked the outside until only my saliva was left shining in the dim light from the bathroom . I got more and more of him to sheath my tongue in darkness and could taste his maleness, his manhood, the very essence of him. I could taste who this big man was.

He was going nuts moaning and pushing his ass back to meet my stabbing tongue. Finally I grabbed the cheek of his ass and spread them to get more into the tunnel. I put my thumbs next to his sphincter and slowly pulled it apart as I kept my tongue fucking ever deeper into his hole.

He was pushing back more and more when all of a sudden with my tongue way up his ass his sphincter muscle tried to bite it off. He had shot his load. I was still way up there cleaning him. He groaned, pushed back and tried to bite it off again. I took advantage of his relaxing afterward and shoved it in further.

Once more he arched his back, pushed back and clamped on my tongue as he squeezed the last volley out of his big dick. Then he collapsed moaning about the sweetest feeling this side of heaven. I made love to his hole like it was another pair of lips and felt him trying to kiss me back. He knew what I was communicating and wanted to reciprocate. I crawled up beside him and lay my arm lightly across his back.

"You got my cherry slave and you got it good."

"May I have my prize, Sir?"

"Your prize, Son?" He was confused.

"Your come, Sir, may I have it while I clean you up.

"Sure, Kid, but come up here and give me a kiss first."

"But Sir, I just..."

"It was my fucking ass hole, slave. Follow your Master's orders before he turns you over his knee and spanks you." I hesitated.

"Can I have both, Sir?" I asked innocently. He fell out laughing.

"God, Beau, what planet did you come from, you crazy fucker?" I crawled into the big bear's furry arms, he kissed me and sucked my face until my fillings were loose. Then he let me have my prize. It was a big prize, too. Big man. Big load. It tasted great, strong and male like him. He watched intently as I licked his belly, his big dick, his balls and his hairy upper thighs. He was so into the sensuality of the moment he got a roaring hard on again.

I popped his second beer open for him. He chug-a-luged about half of it and sat it aside. "Crawl up here in my arms and let me hold you, slave. I'd give you a hundred dollars if you could talk Allen into doing that for me."

"He's your slave, just order him to do it."

"I could, but if he really couldn't get into it then I'd feel bad 'cause I made him, and he'd be pissed or maybe hurt 'cause I forced him. He's never failed to obey an order, but...he's forgetful sometimes and I have to punish him. I'm never violent with him anymore. I learned my lesson and I'm glad I did.

Violence never got me what I wanted anyway. It only pushed him away from me. I wanted him to obey me because he loved and respected me. I just don't let him ride the Wild Stallion for a week or more and he goes nuts. The only way he can come is for me to fuck him. After a week or more of no B3D he's ready to tell me he's sorry, he was wrong and it won't happen again."

"B3D, Sir?"

"Yeah, Big Daddy Dirk Dick." I started laughing and rolled on my back. I couldn't stop. He tickled me and made it worse. I finally calmed down.

"May I have your permission to feel him out, Sir? Maybe he doesn't think you want to try that? You said yourself you had a pretty straight forward sexual thing. He may be following your lead and has been like me, secretly lusting after your big hairy hole."

"My God, you even make it sound appetizing."

"Was to me, Master Dirk, and it might be for my little brother. That's a hundred, is that right, Sir?" I couldn't play it straight and started laughing again.

"No, I'll do better than that if you can talk him into it. The day after, you'll have two big ones in your hand, slave, or your Master's hand."

"So, I have your permission to feel him out?"

"Absolutely, Son!"

"I'm going to share with your Master you got my cherry big time." He smiled with pride.

"Thank you, Master, I think." We lay together for a while, me in his big arms, him holding me tight to his big chest.

"That was some kind a' good, slave." he breathed a deep sigh. "Got to get me some more of that action before this weekend's over. I'm gonna' turn you over to your Master tomorrow morning but I'm gonna' tell him I want you back for a while Sunday afternoon to eat some more bear pie."

"I'd be happy to serve you again, Sir. I promise to do a better job. I can do better, I just didn't know how into it you wanted me go."

"I can't imagine you doing a better job but if you say so I'll believe you. For your reward, slave...?"

"Yes Sir?"

"I'm gonna' let you ride the Wild Stallion without too much begging, but I need to hear a little sincere pain in your voice to have that big thing up there."

That won't be to too hard, I thought. To me, his cock always looked like it should be up some man's ass. In a way my ass was all ready crying for it. I felt my ass and it was wet.

"Does my ass crying for it count, Sir."

"Your ass crying, slave?" He looked puzzled. I moved my ass around for him to feel. He put his finger on my hole and easily slipped it in, two, three, then four. "Son of a bitch. Aww, you lubed your ass."

"I didn't, Sir, I swear, I wouldn't lie to you. Talk to my Master tomorrow, when my ass is really hungry for a cock it starts dripping with boy-butt juices. I feel like it's crying to feel that big thing planted deep up my butt."

"I agree, saddle up, Cowboy." He grabbed his beer and downed the rest of it. I ran to the kitchen to get two more and brought them back and opened one for him.

"In case my Master wants some beer while I'm riding his stallion."

"Very thoughtful, slave. My dick's hurting to get into that butt."

"May I, Sir?" I was inches away from kissing and lathering up the big thing.

"Granted, slave, but make it quick. I kissed it and slathered it up good. My ass juices were running down my leg. I straddled him and placed the monster at my rosebud to hold it in place. I reached back and spread my ass cheeks wide with my hands and mounted the Wild Stallion in one swift stroke to the base. It hit the base so hard I bounced.

"Proved me wrong, slave. Damn, that was a hell of a mount. Woah! Now take my pony for a ride, Son." I began my ride and could tell from the first two or three strokes big Dirk was gonna' be a push over. I wondered if I should play the, build him up then stop, game? No, when I got to know him a little better.

Somehow I felt he needed this for some reason and I wasn't gonna' let him down. I had him off in no time. I remained on him milking small amounts out of him from time to time. He didn't say much. He put his hands on my waist to hold me.

Every now and then I'd feel him move with his hands to lift me and I would respond. Like he was jacking me off with his hands on my hips. We played that game for some time. Then he ordered me off his cock. That's when my tears started big time. He pulled me close to him and held me in his arms and soothed me.

"What's wrong, slave, did I hurt you?"

"You wanted to see pain for your dick, Sir. It was painful for me to have to give it back to you." He didn't want to laugh but he couldn't help himself and he started me laughing, too.

"Oh Shit, Beau, I haven't laughed while having sex in a long time. Allen is so serious about sex. He wants his Daddy ordering him around, a little rough, a little mean but no laughing. I have to be a strict no nonsense Master. Sometimes funny shit happens, it always does when two people are having sex.

You gotta' laugh; however, if I do, it breaks the mood Allen needs so I don't laugh too much. Sex should be rough, a little mean, get it all over you, celebration of joy. Two people coming together to come together, whatever their scene, should have room for humor.

He confided in me and I knew he wasn't complaining so much as just stating facts. He knew he had to give up some things to get the other things that were more important to him. He was willing to make those sacrifices. He was growing up.

Big Dirk was in therapy with Master Wolf for three years at that time and had a pretty firm grip on who he was, where he was, and what he wanted for the future. I personally, had a new respect for the man. I had some trepidation about going with him because of the things I'd heard about him.

Maybe they were true, maybe they weren't; all I knew, the man in my arms was a gentle man. He learned how to love. He learned life was give and take. He was willing to pay the price for what he wanted. He learned nothing in life is free. Some things are a trade off. However, to trade, you must have something of value to exchange. You may get what you want but you still essentially pay for it. We lay together for a while. The odors of a healthy man and a healthy slave were overpowering. Big Dirk had a strong clean male musk odor a man gets after having sweat a little from hot sex. The pheromones were rampant. Mixed with all the other odors, we were bathing in it. He knew it too as he looked down at me and smiled.

"You smell good enough to eat slave."

"Thank you, Sir, I appreciate..." He flipped me and I was on my back with my cock down his throat sucking air into my lungs from the unexpectedness of it. The feeling of that big man's mouth and throat around my dick. I was getting pretty hard but he didn't stop.

Now, if he tells me he's a virgin after this It's gonna' be real hard not to laugh, I thought. Big Dirk was giving me a big man blow job and I was loving it. I warned him that I was near. It only made him increase his lust.

"Please, Master Dirk, you don't want to take me. You don't have to. Oh, God! It's too late!" I was shooting in his mouth and he was sucking it down. He continued to suck me until he was satisfied he had gotten it all then threw his huge body on top of mine and kissed me hard and deep.

I didn't know what to think. He knew that I would go to my grave with his secret. It was then I realized, it was his first time playing catcher. Two cherries popped up on my slot machine. One more and I hit the fucking jackpot. He pulled away from my mouth and lay his big head next to mine on the bed. He was still on top of me pinning me down.

"Wanna' make it three cherries tonight, slave?"

"Are you kidding, Master? Fill 'er up, Sir." He ordered me to the shower. He didn't turn it on. I guess he though I was gonna' spill some and he was thoughtful enough to appreciate Master Earl's home.

"Master, I'm not gonna' spill any but I appreciate your concern." He looked puzzled. He told me he really had to piss. I told him the drill and not to let go until I squeezed his butt. I took him like I did Master Jeb. I got to the last inch and couldn't get it in.

I wanted it so badly he could tell. He didn't ask, he just placed his big hand behind my head and pulled me the rest of the way on. My lips were touching his pubes. I reached up behind him and placed my hands on his butt. I could tell he had to piss bad. I gently squeezed his ass and he let go a stream that I could feel hit my belly like a fire hose.

He was filling me up. He threw his head back and water started to drip on my face. He was so relieved to let go his eyes were tearing. He continued to fill me without a stop. My stomach was really ballooned. I looked pregnant. He filled me beyond pregnant. He finally stopped and relaxed. I knew I could take the rest in my mouth and get a taste. I pulled off to the head and sucked on it for more. He gave it to me.

His recycled beer was different than Zack's. It still had a lot of beer flavor and sugars to make it sweet. Perhaps his body had converted some of the alcohol into sugar. Too much and it leaves the body through urine. I gulped it down not knowing whether he had a lot more for me or not. He gave me three more big mouthfuls and I gulped them down like the thirsty slave I was. Damn I was full of good hot bear piss. He looked at me and giggled.

"Let me feel the Baby." he ordered. I turned my backside to him and pulled his hands around and down. Placed them where he could lift up and feel the weight of his piss in my gut. I place my hands underneath his and made him shake my belly to hear it slosh around in side. He thought that was the funniest thing he'd ever heard. He loved it and did it several times.

We showered together and he played this fantasy that I was his pregnant little slave and he was taking care of me during my last couple of day pregnancy. He never intimated that I was female. I was a pregnant male slave. He soaped up a wash cloth and cleaned me from head to toe sitting next to him on the side of the tub. When he got to my belly he washed it ever so gently, put his ear to it to listen, made it slosh again and laughed.

"Any day now, Son, you're gonna' have my Baby. You scared, Boy?"

"A little, Sir, but if you're there in the delivery room to hold my hand I won't be." He ran his hand all over my belly gently washing it again.

"You're so big you just might have twins."

"I hope so, Sir, two bear cubs as handsome and strong as their dad; what more could a slave ask, Sir?" He stopped for a minute and shifted gears, leaned close to my ear and whispered,

"If you ever tell a soul about this you're a dead man." Then he threw back his big head, laughed and back he went into the fantasy.

He finally had enough. We finished showering and he gently toweled me off. He carefully picked me up in his arms, carried me to the bedroom and gently laid me on the bed making sure I was comfortable. I assured him I was. A bit bloated but that was to be expected this late in the term. He had this silly little boy laugh when we were playing. He really let it go and lay down beside me.

"You know it's three o'clock. Will that go down by morning?"

"If it doesn't my Master can tell at a glance what went on. Maybe it would be good for Allen to see me this way. Give him some ideas about things?"

"You might be right, slave. Let's see what you look like in the morning."

"Master, how did you know how to suck my dick to get me off?"

"Hell, I've had enough bad blow jobs in my day that I knew what I'd like done to me and went from there. Was I all right, slave?"

"Better than all right, Master, you were terrific." He kissed me one last time and held me in his arms.

"Would you believe me if I told you I love you, slave."

"I wouldn't have to try too hard, Master. Would you believe me if I told you I have a new respect and love for you. I'll always be there for you if you need me. Is tonight our secret, Master?"

"For now, slave. We'll see about later. I'm not as uptight about roles as I use to be. Now go to sleep, Studdly, you gotta' get some rest. That baby takes a lot out of you."

"Good night, big Bear."

"Good night, cub."

My water broke about two hours later and I had to piss like a race horse. I headed to the bathroom and barely got there when my piss started flowing none stop. My belly was almost all gone but the recycled beer ran right through me. I pissed and pissed. How could that man have that big a bladder? 'Hell, Beau, he's a big man,' I thought to myself.

By the time I finished, my belly was about gone. I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed. Well, if he was, he can always fill me up again. I didn't know how to tell him I had a miscarriage and,...well, you make up the rest. I went back to sleep. Master Dirk rolled over, threw his arm around me and pulled me closer to his big furry body.

He was indeed a bear, he gave off a lot of body heat. I could imagine him next to me on a cold winter's night in the backwoods of Alaska. His warmth relaxed me and I fell into a deep, restful sleep. We didn't wake up until nearly nine o'clock.

My Master let us sleep in. Big Dirk was sitting up in bed and looked at my belly. He seemed relieved that it had gone down. We showered again and I sucked him off in the shower. My jaw was sore after that. I helped him get dressed and he reinserted my plug. My stomach was gone, no one could tell.

He took my leash and kissed me one last time before he led me up the stairs. Master Earl and Allen were busy in the kitchen cooking breakfast. Master Dirk took me around to my Master and symbolically handed him my leash. My Master smiled and thanked Master Dirk and asked if the slave to be auctioned performed well for you.

Dirk raised an eyebrow and smiled, "He was fine, Master Earl. You are a lucky man. I'll talk to you in private later, Sir." He said with a wink.

"Certainly, Master Dirk. Glad, too." I pitched in, gave them a hand and we had breakfast ready in no time. We ate on the patio. The sun was warm. The day was not yet hot.

"I leave him with you with one small proviso, Master Earl. I need to borrow him for about and hour or two tomorrow afternoon late." "He's your slave for the weekend, Dirk. I'm grateful to get to be with him for a while. We really appreciate the opportunity."

"We have some errands to run and we should be back by early afternoon and he's yours from now 'till tomorrow afternoon about four. If it's okay, we'd like to come back and party with you guys tonight."

"You know it's alright. The door to the kitchen is always open. We'll do something for dinner. Now, you guys don't get food, we'll take care of it tonight. Okay?"

"Sure Earl." Dirk said with a smile." We won't have time to get food today anyway 'cause I gotta' meet a guy over to the Harley shop to take his bike in for Monday. Then we got about five or six other stops to make. We'll be happy to leave it to you guys. Can we get anything?"

"No!" Said Master Earl emphatically. "Let us this time, we'll have fun doing it, right Beaver?"

"Right, Master."

"Beaver?" questioned Big Dirk

"Oh, you haven't heard the story about Little Beaver. We'll tell you over dinner, you guys go and get done what you need to do and come on back. If we're not here we'll be right back. We may have a last minute run to the store for something." Allen and Dirk left us alone to return later that afternoon. We were alone. I got the idea Master Earl fucked his brains out last night so I knew he wasn't interested in sex. I really wasn't either.

"So, what do you think of Dirk now?"

"I have a deep respect for him and, after last night, I love him. I know I keep saying that about every man in the family but Master they're hard not to love. I love them like you love them, I care about them."

"You don't have to defend yourself, Son, I know exactly what you're trying to say. Dirk is a hard man not to love. Wait, did that come out right? Well, you know what I meant." he laughed, "He'd give you the shirt off his back. I've loved him and Allen for many years and I've seen Dirk come a long way. He's become a fine man over a period of about four years.

He wasn't always this nice. He took some getting use to. When they came to me about camping out over here I was thrilled. I didn't know whether I was going to see you this weekend or not. I invited Master Wolf and Zane over for brunch and pool tomorrow afternoon; however, you never know who's going to drop by.

We have all day to ourselves, what would you like to do with it?" Monty crawled up in my lap and was asleep. I thought that looked pretty good to me.

"Is there anything around here you need to get done I can give you a hand with, Master?"

"No, I can't think of anything. You want to cook tonight or maybe do ribs on the grill?"

"That sound great to me. We could get some of that good potato salad at the deli." We had our day planned. It was a slow, laid back Silverlake summer's day. We went into the small shops on Silverlake Boulevard. The shops on Hyperion. We bought food at the huge supermarket. We were in Master's big four wheeling Ford pickemup truck. He and I got a lot of looks from people in the stores. We ignored them.

Dirk and Allen returned and something was different. They were thicker than thieves, all over each other, little whispers, giggles, poking each other. Dirk would tickle Allen until he was in tears, I'd never seen them this playful.

"Oh, they're always like this after they spend a night with someone else. It seems to jump start them. Then Dirk fucks Allen for days. You can't get the smile off Allen's face."

"What went on last night? Every few minutes one of you or both would break up laughing. We wondered if you were telling each other jokes."

"We had fun. Nothing out of the ordinary, Master. Master Dirk was a gentleman with the best of Master manners. He gained my respect last night big time. That's one man I will never have a hard time kneeling before and paying homage to his boots anytime, anywhere."

"You know, that's almost the same thing Wes had to say about him the last night he spent with him. He and Wes got very close as Master/slave friends like you're becoming with Master Zack. Dirk became a confidant of Wes's and to this day will not tell me anything they talked about. He tells me if anyone could find a way to come back and kick his ass, Wes would. He believes it and I think I agree with him.

We had a wonderful dinner of barbequed pork spare ribs, a small salad, potato salad, pinto beans and cold slaw. Great food but I ate too much. We again ended up in the spa and Allen and Dirk were in a world of their own. Finally they excused themselves early to retire to the downstairs bedroom.

Dirk couldn't wait to get into Allen. It was good to see. I had hoped there wouldn't be any hard feelings. On the contrary it made the both of them randy as shoats. My Master was laid back and in a peaceful relaxed mood. We had a couple drinks and sat in the spa for several hours.

We got out every thirty minutes or so to jump in the pool. The warm water of the pool seemed icy compared to the spa. It was refreshing and several times we just sat in the shallow end of the pool. We quietly talked about many things. He told me he had hope again for a future.

He had lost sight of any happiness after Wes was killed and wasn't interested in sex or dating anyone until that day on Silverlake Boulevard. He told me he knew he'd see me again even if he had to make up some lame excuse and come by my apartment.

"I wanted you from the moment I pulled you over and saw you get off your bike. Then when you asked to clean my boots, I almost pissed my pants. I wasn't gonna' let an opportunity like that go by. Here we are almost three months later waiting for you to become my property."

"Master, if by chance some other Master wins the bid and I have to become his slave will you promise me something?"

"Depends on what it is, slave."

"Find yourself another slave as quickly as possible. I don't think I could stand to think you weren't being served by a good slave."

"I can't make a promise like that. I don't know exactly how I'd feel. I have too much time and love invested in you to lose that bid. Wes hasn't brought us this far to abandon us. He's watching over us; he'll make it right, you'll see." I could only pray he was.

Part III ~ Canis Lupus

Sunday morning was busy with preparations for brunch. Allen and I manned the kitchen and we had things underway. We looked at each other, raised our eyes to heaven, and say,

"Were's the General when you need him?"

Allen no sooner got that out when the door bell rang. My Master went to the door. Who should it be but General Oscar, Billy and Master Bert. God had heard our prayer. Allen and I did a little arm in arm, do-see-do, dance in the kitchen.

After going through the greeting rituals and shedding of clothes General Oscar and his staff, Billy, came and greeted us. Oscar got into the fun of being commanding General of the kitchen and lined us up. He got a wooden spoon and stuck it under his arm a la Patton.

"All right troops, where are we so far in this battle." Allen got into the role fast.

"Sir, we've managed to get several things done in preparation for the assault on the eggs, Sir. Chopped onions. Minced parsley. Two dozen eggs out of shells in mixing bowl, Sir."

"Fine report, Private, fine report. Gentlemen! This is our plan of attack..." And, he would bark out assignments. It was great fun. We laughed but Oscar laughed the most. It was his time to shine and he did so brilliantly.

Master Wolf and Zane arrived on his new Harley. Nice bike. Factory chopper. Stripped for speed. Captain America stripes on the fenders. Big Dirk was the first to greet them in the car port. Threw his big arms around Master Wolf and bellowed,

"Daddy Wolf, how the fuck are you?"

"Fine, Dirk, fine." Then Dirk hugged and kissed Zane and ushered them in. Zane went through the greeting ritual with all the Masters and all the slaves with Master Wolf. I showed Zane to the bedroom to undress and complemented him and his Master on their new bike.

"He just got it Friday and we haven't been off it for more than two hours since. One good thing, it really makes him horny. He hasn't fucked me this much since we first got together. I told him to buy two more."

We laughed at his shared joke. Zane was unusually friendly and open. He usually was reserved and quiet. Not shy. Just stuck pretty close to Master Wolf.

Brunch was served and everyone went to the picnic tables to eat. We put them end to end and there was plenty of room for all. It was a nice treat to have Master Bert, Oscar and Billy drop by. The food always tasted better when Oscar was in charge. He just knew how to cook and did it well.

After brunch the slaves cleaned everything and went back out to play. It was a nice day and everyone was enjoying themselves. Everyone was finally in the buff, in the pool or spa. The Masters moved one of the picnic tables down to the pool area to sit around and drink. The conversations varied.

Dirk , Zane, Billy and Allen were in the pool playing water volley ball. More grab ass than game but they were having fun. Master Burt asked Master Wolf,

"How long have you known Dirk and Allen, Master Wolf?"

"Gosh, about four, almost five years now. Allen works for me. He's my receptionist at my office."

"You do counseling, therapy for bikers?" Master Bert inquired innocently.

"It would seem that way, Sir; although, I didn't start out to make a practice of bikers alone. Over time, one referral led to another and here I am. I have one client who's not a biker but he's thinking about buying one." He laughed.

"What's your background, Master Wolf?" Pursued Master Bert.

"I was a Social Worker for the County of Los Angeles for many years and they had these work enrichment programs they sponsored. If you wanted to get a Master's in Social Welfare Degree, MSW, they worked out a program with U.C.L.A. A person could go to night school for two years and their field work experience would count as credit toward their degree. The best part was the county picked up the tab.

After I graduated someone in the department thought it would be great fun to appoint me as sexual reassignment liaison between the welfare department and the local medical facilities that were performing these operations. The people trying to obtain the operation had to go through a certain amount of therapy and be approved before the hospitals would do the work. It was my job to coordinate all that. The county wanted me to work under a psychiatrist with these cases for a year and then I would be eligible to get my license as a psychotherapist to continue for the county. I was indentured to them for a certain number of years for my education.

I was taking a few private patients after work and on weekends to try to establish a private practice. Buy the time my indentured period was up I had enough clients to start a minimal practice. I announced to the county my wish to resign and they asked me not, too. They told me I could go ahead with my practice if they could send all their sexual reassignment applicants to me for approval or denial. Sounded good to me. Sucking off mother county's teat while having my own private practice?

It got to where I couldn't juggle patients on my own and needed a receptionist. I put the word out in the gay community I was looking for a gay man with some experience as a receptionist/secretary. I wanted someone who had some interest in bikes and bikers 'cause I had quite a few gay bikers that were involved in Master/slave relationships that were coming to me.

I had about twenty people that wanted to interview so I set aside three days and made appointments for all of them. All went well until the last day when there was this very small, petite woman, tastefully dressed, wanting to apply for the job. I told her all the appointments had been made but she begged me to reconsider and at least interview her. I though, 'What the hell. If she wants to sit here and wait I'll interview her. I'll just tell her 'no' so I agreed to interview her if she wanted to wait. I explained It might be sometime because I still had four to interview. She said she would wait.

Everyone had left but her and I ushered her into my office and sat her down. I thought I would go through the motions of an interview. I asked about last jobs and employers. She had a job with the county doing work for the same department I'd been in and I knew the job description of her work. It would certainly work in well with me, plus she had top notch referrals out the ying -yang. She was far more qualified than any of the other applicants.

Still, I wasn't going to hire her. I wanted a gay man within the biker/leather crowd. I began to explain to her why there was only men in the room for interviews. I really didn't think she would work out as a lot of my clients were bikers and could be rough edged at times.

"Oh, that's okay," she countered, "my boy friend's a biker. He's a member of the 'Satan's Slaves Motorcycle Club."

'Satan's Slaves Motorcycle Club?' I thought to myself, 'They're a notorious gang of outlaw bikers. What's wrong with this picture? This tiny little woman dress in a nice pink two piece Jackie O suit with matching pink pill box hat tastefully accessorized ?' Then I thought I'd hit her with the coup de grace,

"I really wanted a gay man." She smiled knowingly and replied,

"Well my real name is Allen." Blew me away. He looked so much like a woman. With out breathing I said,

"Your hired!" I only allow him to dress in drag on Fridays, his Birthday, and Halloween."

"I met Dirk and we became close friends. Allen wasn't lying to me. When I first met Dirk he was flagging 'Satan's Slaves' colors on his jacket.

I fell in love with Allen. Everyone who knows him falls in love with him. Everyday became a treat working with him. I couldn't keep my hands off of him. I never made sexual advances toward Allen. He's like a perfect miniature toy. He's 'precious.' Not in the way you've heard it used. He simply is a one of a kind person. He's gentle, unassuming, thoughtful, wise, caring, loving and a loyal friend."

Dirk met Allen at a gay drag bar on Sunset Boulevard in Silverlake on a Halloween Night. The bar had a contest for best drag. Allen entered and won. Dirk was there with several straight bikers who just wanted to have a hoot. They weren't out for mayhem. They were on their best behavior and being gentlemen. Dirk saw Allen, rooted for him in the contest, bought him a drink, and fell in love.

Talk about love at first sight. He had to have Allen in the worst way. Allen didn't lead him on. He told Dirk he was a man in drag, that he was very much a man, and didn't want him to be mislead. Dirk said he didn't care, he'd never been with a man but if Allen would show him what to do he wanted him.

Dirk wasn't going to take 'no' for an answer. He went home with Allen that night and moved in with him the next week. They had some pretty rough adjustment problems as you might imagine. Dirk being straight and Allen being terminally gay.

Allen would come to work wearing sun glasses and moving like he was sore. I finally confronted him, he crawled up into my lap and cried his heart out."

"Master Woody, Dirk beats me up. I try and try to be good but I sometime forget what he wants, he gets angry, goes into a rage and beats me up."

"I was on a friendship basis with Dirk but never pushed him too far. I knew better. He's a huge man and I value my life. The last time Dirk beat Allen up he was in the hospital for three days. Allen came right back to work. He was staying with me and Zane and not going around Dirk. Allen was afraid for his life and well he should have been. Dirk had a mean streak to him and a short fuse. The smallest thing could set him off and he would go bananas.

It was my habit to stop at my local gay bar on the way home from work on Friday afternoons. I had a lot of biker friends that would stop in and we'd talk and relax. Dirk got to be a regular. Not because he was gay but he liked me and several of the other guys. No one threaten him and he felt relaxed around us. He would be on his best behavior. Then, too, he knew I wouldn't tolerate mean spirited people. Sure enough, that Friday afternoon in walks big Dirk looking meaner that a weeks old pile of cat shit.

"Wolf, I wanna' talk to you!" He bought two beers.

"Over here!" he ordered.

He motioned to a table in the back. My friends were watching in horror not knowing what was about to transpire. Neither did I for that matter. Dirk slammed my beer down on the table and flopped in a chair on the other side. I sat down and thanked him for the beer. He grunted. We sat there for the longest time. He'd glance at me, take a pull of his beer then look away. Look at me again then drink some more. Finally he barked at me,

"You're supposed to be a damn therapist say something." I waited for a minute stretched out my legs, slowly turned to him, looked him dead in the eyes and said,

"Dirk, you're a goddamned fool!"

My friends gasped. You could've heard a mouse hiccup. He looked away, then turned back to me slowly, raised one eyebrow, and gave me a look that choked off my oxygen supply. I thought to myself,

'Wolf, you're a dead man.' I truly thought I was gonna' die, that minute, right there, in a lousy gay bar. He kept looking at me. I didn't divert my eyes from him and wasn't about to show him fear. His look slowly changed. His eyes started watering and the next thing I knew I was holding a huge, bear of a man blubbering his butt off about Allen hating him.

"I'm leaving; I'm afraid I'll kill him and I love him so much. I don't want to live without him. What am I gonna' do Master Wolf. Goddamn it, I don't treat him right. He doesn't ask anything of me but my love." On and on and on..."You're right, Master Wolf, I'm the biggest Goddamn fool that walks this Earth! I own that title! Oh, God, help me, Wolf. I've lost the most precious thing I ever had in my life."

"Seems to me you're telling the wrong man, Dirk." I told him.

"I can't find Allen. I've looked everywhere."

"He's been with me at work every day this week."

"I didn't think he'd go to work. I thought he'd figure that was the first place I'd look for him."

"Yeah, that's what he figured, too, you wouldn't look for him there. He loves you Dirk and you love him what's the big problem?"

"It's hard for me to think of myself as gay!"

"Then don't, think of yourself as a straight man having unusual sex."

"I told Dirk I would help him but he had to agree to my rules and the slightest infraction would cancel our agreement. He would be on his own. He gave me his word. In fact, I drew up a contract between us. We both signed it and I gave him a copy.

I spelled it out in writing what the rules were so he couldn't fudge. I wasn't too worried I knew Dirk to be a man of his word. His Dad beat it into him as a young boy and Dirk, ate, drank, and slept for the honor of his word. Still does. If Dirk gives you his work you can bank it.

He agreed to see me for an hour, two times a week, after my work day and Allen was sent home. I wouldn't allow them to see each other for a month. I had many sessions with Dirk that ran four to six hours of intense therapy. He began to slowly change. Really change. Not just playing at it. He wanted to change because he wanted Allen and was willing to make the effort; to pay the price to get Allen back.

One of their major problems was, every now and then, Dirk had to prove to himself he was still a man. He would go out and pick up a hooker and fuck her. He wouldn't take her home but Allen knew and would be devastated. Allen wouldn't bitch at Dirk, he would just go into a depressed funk and wouldn't let Dirk touch him for days.

Allen couldn't talk to him about it. He felt helpless to change him so why ask him to. Allen would feel insecure, that he was going to lose Dirk to a woman. It happens every day in gay life. Allen loved to ride the 'wild stallion' as he calls Dirk's dong.

Allen moved in with me and Zane. Zane was born with both sex organs. A true intersexual who's family assigned him to be a female. The doctors did away with the male organs all together. Zane knew from an early age he was more male than female and refused to take the female hormone therapy at puberty. He didn't want to be a woman.

He ended up being a gay man with a cunt. The kid gave the word "conundrum" new dimensions. He's a fairly well adjusted person despite what he's been through in life. I don't know if I would be as well adjusted given the same set of circumstances. He been a lot happier since he saved my life running from my horrors of Nam. I hope I've helped him by my devotion to him."

"How can you even doubt? Zane worships you, Wolf." spoke up Earl D., "If anyone save another's life, you saved each other's. There's not a slave that rides with our family more devoted to their Master than Zane is to you."

"Thanks, Earl, I appreciate that. I was originally told he'd had a sexual reassignment and found a sympathetic doctor who supplied him with male hormones. He developed his body to the inth degree. He was competition body building material when I met him. Still is in pretty damn good shape. I fell very much in love with him and he became my slave.

About a year after we were together he felt so bad he lied to me about himself he braved the possibility of losing me to tell me the truth. I was somewhat taken aback but it didn't change my love for him. Hell, I'd been bisexual all my life and I had the best of both worlds in Zane. I wasn't about to give him up.

After a couple of months intensive therapy with big Dirk, I finally allowed Allen and him to date. They could have one Saturday night date twice a month. He had to call Allen at my place and ask him for a date just like they were starting all over again. Of course Allen counted the days.

I didn't care where they went nor what they did as long as Dirk returned Allen by eleven o'clock. He faithfully followed my rules. Even called me Daddy Wolf. Can you imagine, that big son of a bitch calling me dad? What a hoot." We all laughed.

"Dirk continued to improve and I raised their dating to every weekend. Allen couldn't wait for Saturday night. Dirk got more mellow but still seemed to have a hang up with wanting to fuck a cunt. I was also counseling Allen all this time and he wanted to know if I might consider approving him for reassignment surgery so he could have a cunt like Zane's. He and Zane became very close and they shared everything. Still do.

About the same time Dirk was talking to me about Allen becoming his slave there was a slave training class starting in the fall and he wanted Allen to take it. He was changing, why shouldn't Allen make an effort. He was right. I talked to Allen and while he wasn't wild about the idea he would agree to anything for Dirk.

So I began to allow Allen and Dirk to spend weekends together. Still, Dirk had to have Allen back to my place by eleven o'clock Sunday evenings. He never failed. Started calling me Warden Wolf." we laughed.

"He was feeling stronger, better about himself and falling twice as much in love with Allen than ever before. Allen worshiped the ground Dirk walked on. Time went by and Allen entered slave training and signed a contract with Dirk. I approved reassignment surgery for Allen with no hormone therapy and it was done. The operation was more successful than anyone imagined and Dirk was in heaven.

Allen leads him around like a big bull with a ring through it's nose. Everyone in the family fell in love with them. Dirk has never again laid a hand on Allen in anger. He punishes Allen from time to time. He just withholds the 'Wild Stallion' for a week or more and it brings Allen to his knees. Their's has became a model of Master/slave relationships.

Dirk won't allow anyone to abuse their slave in front of him. He quietly suggests they may want to reconsider." he laughed, "Yeah, reconsider or die. He won't let anyone outside the family use fowl language in front of his Little Darlin.' I still have weekly sessions with Dirk and Allen. I don't think they really need them now but they say they feel more comfortable meeting with me so we do."

"That's a remarkable story, Master Wolf. Thanks for sharing it with us. Do you feel you could be betraying Patient /Doctor confidentiality ?" Master Bert questioned.

"If I was a certified physician, yes. Even though I'm not I maintain a high level of privacy for all my patients. In this case, Dirk and Allen have ask me to tell their story any number of times at private gatherings with the family so I doubt if you mentioned it to them they would be the least upset. We can ask them if you like?"

"Oh, no! I didn't mean to question your judgement. I just wondered how you felt. You've answered my question eloquently, Sir. Thank you. I apologize if my question was too bold. I meant no disrespect."

"None taken, Master Bert. Besides we're all family and it doesn't hurt to know about your family. It can only make you love them more to know they have overcome adversity."

"Amen to that." said Master Earl. "Master Wolf helped me a great deal recovering from Wes's death. I'll always be grateful to him. He has a way of getting to the heart of your problem and helping you put it in perspective. God know's, the man's seen enough loss and sorrow in his own life he certainly is qualified to help with grief counseling."

We were rejoined by the pool players and Dirk asked what we were talking about. Master Wolf told him he was telling the story of Ms. Allen's bass ass boy, Dirk. Dirk laughed.

"I hope you left out the bad ass part. I ain't to proud of that, Daddy Wolf."

"Well, you should be proud that you've become someone else, Dirk." Master Wolf patted him on the back. We all agreed.

The big bear of a man who was about to lead me away on my leash was not the man Master Wolf described. He was a complete man who was beginning to bloom in life as a good, strong hearted, loving human being.

Big bad ass Dirk became the essence of what any creator should hope their child to become. A loving, caring, giving person. A greater reflection on the Master who had created him and a star in Master Wolf's crown for showing him the right direction in which to walk.

Master Dirk and I return to the scene of Friday night's crime and I asked him lay on his back with his big hairy legs on my shoulders. I will spare the gentler readers this indulgence because it was something only two people should share in the privacy of their consensual bedroom.

Needless to say I opened new doors for the big man. Master Dirk and I bonded as Master/slave friends for life. Nothing will ever break that bond asunder. For those of you who have stronger stomachs for such and are not put off by some of the finer, more developed, points of man sex may use your imagination when I ask you if an R.C. Cola and a big Moon Pie means anything to you?

Once again Master Dirk reminded me of his generous offer if I could counsel his slave into performing the same service for him.

Two weekends later, at Master Zack's, in the desert, in front of the Dungeon Master, big Dirk handed Master Earl two brand new, crisp, one hundred dollar bills.

"What's that for?" The Dungeon Master asked for both him and Master Earl's curiosity.

"It's for your handsome and worthy slave, 3C*, for services rendered. He'll know what it's for. He'll also know what '3C' means." he said. The big bear of a man had the silliest grin on his face as he walked away with the happy swagger of a very contented Master.

End of Chapter 24 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com

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