Ties That Bind

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Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com ===================================================== THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf

CHAPTER 6 ~ UNDER HOUSE ARREST

Part I ~ Water Music

"I sail the darkest rivers of my dreams, My cargo, precious trust, secure in his control, I guide my bodies-barque into my Master's arms, His port, my heart to dock, safe harbor for my soul." Slave's Song~W.D. Dux Posthumous

We headed towards the dungeon and I hesitated for a moment. "Master, I should clean myself."

"To the dungeon, slave." Master Earl ordered with a false gruffness. I started to object but remembered Master Jeb's rule, an order given, not to hesitate. We descended the stairs into his magic room. The moon was lighting the dungeon like a mystic realm where you might expect some misshapen gnome to scuttle forth with a goblet of mulled wine for his Master.

I could see more than I saw before. It was larger than I first thought. It boasted a large self contained shower area with an extra wall down the right side. The other wall was the outside wall of the building. It must have been twenty by twenty and contained several tables and benches. It was covered completely in black tile. There was a door in the corner that looked like it went into another room. There was a walk in closet built in under the stairs.

Master Earl had me stand not far from the stairs. He retrieved the leather hood, wrist and leg cuffs and my mouth plug. He put on the wrist cuffs first and clipped chains to them and then to chains hanging from the ceiling.

"This is to make sure my exotic slave I have captured on the lesser moon of Antares doesn't escape before this old space pirate gets to sample his prize. Try to escape these chains me hardy. Arrr! I understand your race has been known to suck a man's soul out through his cock. Is that true slave?" He launched into a fantasy.

"I'm a Prince unto my race. My father, the King of Gandura, will have more than your soul you filthy..."

"Go on, slave, your doing fine."

" ...you filthy swine, but to answer your question, Captain. Why don't you drop that well filled cod piece and try me. You have nothing but your soul to lose. (Fiendish laughter) I'm sure it would taste of space dust, salt, man smells, leather, smegma, come, bay rum, and the rosebuds of many young virgin boys of many species."

"You'd like that wouldn't you, slave, to taste my man's soul along with my seed rushing down this big shaft to fill your belly. And what would happen to my soul? Would it die within your gut to be absorbed into you essence? Or would you hold it prisoner for my love to grow within your belly like a pregnant whore?"

"No, never! I won't tell you, or one day you would hunt me down, capture me again, force your cock into my mouth and shove your strength far down my throat and fuck me hard, then harder, until you've had your way with me against my will that you might spill your seed and soul into me."

"It's not that hole I plan to use to spill my seed this `eve, my beautiful young Prince of the Gandurians."

"Beware, Captain, the Prince of my people is rumored to have special powers in that area of his body."

"And, what might those rumors be, my slave?"

"I'm sure they're only rumors, my new Master, Captain, but I am strangely drawn toward that human man-shaft secreting sweet, glistening fluids between your massive thighs. My royal rear port is secreting lubricating juices in anticipation of being lanced with your large human- word and dilating , ready to welcome it to plunge within my bodies depths that you might take your joy and pleasure in it's use this `eve, my strong and willful, Captain, my new handsome Master." Master Earl fell out of character. "Damn, Beau, where did you learn that? I haven't found anyone that could keep up with me in fantasies and you just bested me."

"I used to memorize vast passages of Shakespeare while waiting in the jungle. The military's first order you learn: Hurry up and wait. I sort of think in iambic pentameter as a result. Is that bad, Master?"

"Hell, no! But you can bet I'm gonna' wonder before I slam my cock in your ass what magic it might have that I don't know about." He roared with laughter. "We'll pick this up later. Now hang there for a while." He laughed again.

"Beau, I haven't laughed with anyone like I have with you tonight in a long time. I closed myself off from the world. You've re-opened doors for me, and for that I'm grateful." He leaned forward and kissed me gently on the lips, turned and walked away. "Be back in a minute." He said over his shoulder.

When Master Earl returned from the walk in closet under the stairs I could have dropped my load right then and there. He had on a complete New York City Fireman's outfit. Rubber coat, high rubber boots, and a huge rubber coat buckled in front. He was also wearing an antique full leather helmet. He stood directly under a pin spot so all I could see was the hint of him within the strong narrow beam rushing to the floor. I never really gave much thought to firemen being sexy but this opened new doors for me.

"Master you'd better move out from under that spot, Sir."

"And why's that, slave?"

"If you don't, I'm going to come right here."

"Then I'd better heed my slave's fair warning. It wouldn't please your Master for you to come before him."

"Thank you, Sir" I said as he walked toward me.

He reached up to unclip my right arm from the overhead chain and made sure the cold rubber jacket rubbed fully against my nude body. He did the same with the other. He took me in his arms and I could feel and smell the strength of the rubber coat around me; powerful stuff. He pulled away for a moment and flipped open a couple of latches on the coat to open it. He opened the jacket and had a full Master's harness on underneath.

I `d seen guys wear similar things to the bar but nothing like this one. Master Earl pulled me into the inside of the coat as close to him as I could get and locked it around both of us. Have you any idea how warm the inside of those coats can be? As he held me tight I whispered into his ear barely audible,

"Please, please, Master would you allow your worthless slave to clean those wonderful boots for you."

"I'm glad you asked, slave. I like a slave that wants to please instead of one I have to order to do everything. Jeb shouldn't have much problem with you. I sense a natural calling to be a slave. Once you're spirit has been shaped and molded by Master Jeb's design you will become a treasure to some lucky Master. Who knows, it may even be me."

"I could only hope for something as wonderful as you, Master."

"Then continue hoping. Dreams do come true." He replaced my collar, hooked my leash onto it and led me to the giant chair with the boot irons. He got into the chair, opened his rubber coat and placed his huge rubber boots on the boot irons. I looked up at one of the hottest sights I ever saw and thought to myself, is this really happening?

His cod piece on the harness was stuffed with his big dick and stood out perfectly from the rest of the harness. He made himself comfortable and I could see the small leather strap at the base of his cod piece running under his ass and disappearing into the darkness. He didn't seem to be hurried and enjoyed seeing me look at him. I was like a drunk that had discovered a free bottle of booze and knew I was going to have a glorious high.

"May I begin, Sir?"

"Hope you're hungry, slave. There's a lot of good eat'n on them boots." He said half joking, half serious.

"Thank you, Master." I entered the gates into boot slave heaven. A trance like state when you're aware of what your doing, but the over all sensations of smell, feel, and taste overpower the inputs of your brain. All you can do is float on top of the moment. To those who might read this who think to themselves,

Oh, I could never debase myself like that to another man.' I ask you: Is it debasing to give of yourself to anyone? Ever read Taming of the Shrew?' Is Kate's last speech so far removed from what I've been describing here. "To place her hand beneath her husbands boot to show her trust of his power to crush it should he will it?" It is a joining of two spirits in one action toward a common goal. Establishing or renewing bonds of affection through rituals.

Your only thought is to become something that might please or bring joy to your Master. It's unsettling in a way but you must establish trust and faith in him to lead where he wants to take you. These acts of submission are a necessary part of the ritual of defining territories, setting boundaries, and laying request at his feet to be used by him for mutual benefit, however he may choose. It is the symbolic transfer of trust and control that you respectfully present to him.

This was the control I was missing in my life and I was wallowing in it like a man in the desert three days without water finds an oasis. Submission becomes a key to your trust you pass to your Master that gives him control. If you find a Master who betrays that trust and expects unrealistic things of his slave, get out as quickly as possible. He's not enlightened. He tries to control through fear and terror from his own insecurities. Don't allow yourself to become a victim. Submitting to a crazy does neither of you good. The horror that might occur is the incorrect, unhealthy imprinting that can lead to addiction of that type. Addiction is not affection. Don't confuse the two.

Perhaps your thinking, `What a hypocrite. He swears his undying love for the giant and now he's paving the road for a possible future with someone else.' Good point. What did I see as a possible future with the giant? A dead end. I'll admit a large portion of my decision to enter training was to be around him as much as I possibly could without pressuring him to do something, anything to try to claim me as his. It's not my intention to trap him.

I might be gambling on a fantasy with Big Jim but Master Earl was a solid possibility. Here was a man with a lot to give and in need of someone to give to. As Master Jeb said, "I certainly could do worse." Earl D. Shaw is a hyper-masculine, drop dead, good looking, charming, loving, controlling, sane, highly intelligent, delightfully deviate mind, body by God, the dick of death, and an LAPD motorcycle officer. Did I leave anything out? Well, Hell, isn't that enough? Certainly does it for me. Master Jeb told me, a bird in the hand,... then there was that popular song I kept hearing like the harpies singing in the background of some Greek tragedy,

"If you can't love the one you want, love the one you're with." I took it to heart.

After I covered every inch of those boots with my tongue and hoped he wouldn't noticed as I began my second round he called me to a halt. He grabbed my leash that was hanging near him and pulled me to his crotch. I could smell the leather and smells of his body blending with the strong acrid rubber smells.

"Here is your dessert, slave. You may clean my cod piece." I felt like I just won the lottery.

"Thank you, Sir, it will be a treat for your slave. Thank you." I could feel his huge cock folded around within the cod piece like a snake. A snake that would come out late at night to crawl into my ass and make me pray to God that I could have his child. Did that make me want to be a woman? No indeed, it's a thought shared by all men even the straightest of men at some time in their lives. All men wonder what it would be like.

In my early days in Hollywood I didn't suffer fools well but my heart always opened for those I met who didn't seem to fit in and had hidden fantasies they couldn't share with a lot of people. I attracted them like bears to honey. I must have had a flashing sign behind my head that read `Sympathetic Kink.'

I met a kid one night that wanted to have action figures shoved up his butt and then pretend to give birth to them. He even went so far as to find heavy clear balloons that could be stretched over the figure like a placenta. (Not a bad idea in case something sharp might puncture his colon.) It was a strange trip but I was so fascinated by his seriousness and need to have someone share this fantasy, I thought,

"What the hell? I'm bored tonight anyway."

Sometimes, to have someone share a particular fantasy is a form of validation that none of us aren't as crazy as we might think. He wanted me to fuck him first to get him pregnant, of course. Then we'd insert the `baby,' as it were, and he'd be pregnant. He'd get up and walk around and I'd grab him, feel his baby in his stomach and tell him how big he was getting and it wouldn't be long now.

We'd do the whole nine yards and finally it would be time to deliver. Now mind you, it was up to him to give birth to this fantasy. Having something that unusual up your ass would not be a trip around the may pole to shit out. (excuse me, give birth to.) I had no problem being the expectant, cheer leader father, playing Johnny Bench with catcher's mitt; however, it was a stretch to see your child pop out a dead ringer for G I. Joe.

Ah, well, it popped his cork and I'll have to admit I was happy I met him. He enriched my life and I only hope I enriched his as he found so few people that would even entertain sharing his fantasy. It became our secret and bonded us as friends for years. I relate this with, tongue in cheek humor, but no condemnation. My life wouldn't have those memories if I hadn't gone through with it and what did it cost me to indulge him? Small price for a hot fuck. Remember Master Jeb's wonderful axiom. It's too bizarre not to be true.

So much for Occham's razor. Master Jeb pointed out to me that going through that scene with him was only more proof to him of my necessity to serve or please. I would do things for people others wouldn't consider. Master Jeb said it had nothing to do with goodness but a deeper need to serve. He also pointed out it was time I was taught how to direct that need in a proper way. His way, of course, but as I was to find out Master Jeb's way was THE way. His reputation was not unfounded. He was the Master's Master without ever drawing attention to himself. He presented himself as a man of great strength, compassion and was genuinely more humble than most slaves. A conundrum? To some, perhaps, but there in lay his strength. When Master Jeb spoke, no matter how humbly, everyone listened.

It was the way he lived his life and the things he tried to teach so many that will be his legacy. He never had any natural children but he had several hundred slaves and Master's that would not hesitate to call him dad. Some folk's birth children others birth ideas and concepts to live by. Master Jeb was the latter.

Like most desserts, cleaning Master Earl's cod piece was sweet, eaten too quickly, and left me wanting more. Master Earl got down from the chair and complemented me on the excellent job I did on his boots and codpiece. He told me he thought my tongue was going to push through the leather to get to the prize beneath.

He led me by the leash into the tiled area and told me to hit parade rest for a moment. He found my hood and mouth plug. He removed his dog collar and pulled the leather hood over my head and quickly laced it tight in the back. My Master replaced my collar and hooked two spring loaded snap hooks to each D ring on either side. We performed the ritual of inserting my mouth plug which he secured tightly behind my head.

Master Earl had me lay on a strange narrow table. The top half was covered in padded black leather the bottom half was hard to describe but the total bed was balanced like a children's see/saw or teeter/totter on a big inch and a half pipe. He attached the leather patch over my eyes explaining to me that sometimes it was important not to see preparations he might be making. If I couldn't see I wouldn't have questions and it would be easier to deal with a situation.

There were wrist straps attached to the table as well as arm straps. He hooked the spring clips on my collar to chains that ran to either side of the table. One large leather strap was placed across my chest which he buckled to the other side. A strap ran across my thighs, just above my crotch. He attached the strap across my upper leg, another just above my knees, and one around my ankles. I couldn't move if I'd wanted to.

There were two chains that ran from the board near the arm straps, to an eye hook on the side of the board near my knees. He raised my legs and attached the chain to the eye hooks. The board under my leg was hinged and my knee could bend as my leg was secured. There was a metal brace he snapped into place to keep my lower leg straight. A chain connected the two knees to keep them from spreading too far apart and was adjustable. When he finished my legs were in a great position for him to have access to my ass.

He left me there for a while and then returned I heard the sound of a pair of rubber gloves snapping as he put them on. I could feel him feeling my ass and it felt good to be touched there. He was fucking me with his finger, then two, then three, and began to really get into it, cork screwing his hand into me. He stopped abruptly. He began inserting something in my butt and the next thing I felt was something inflating in my rectum.

It was getting bigger and felt like a damn balloon. I didn't complain but it was slightly uncomfortable. The next thing I felt was another balloon being inflated outside my butt but as it inflated it pulled the other one tight. My ass was locked between two balloons. I never saw a device like he put into my ass before.

I heard a click and warm, sudsy water began to fill my gut. My God! That's why he wouldn't let me clean out. He wanted to do it. He kept filling me and I was becoming uncomfortable. I didn't moan or try to get him to stop. I figured he knew what he was doing and wouldn't hurt me. It might be uncomfortable but I didn't think he'd ever hurt me. Master Earl clicked the flow off and placed his hand on my belly to feel. He left his

gloved hand there for a minute.

"Your doing fine, slave. I like a slave that doesn't complain. This is for your benefit? I wasn't suppose to answer and I didn't. "Good slave, I think you can hold just a little more. He kept his one hand on my belly as I heard the other hand click open the valve and the pressure started building again. He let it run for what seemed like an eternity and then finally clicked it off again.

"That's good for now, slave." as he rubbed both hands over my belly. "Now I've got a couple of things to do." He wound up a clock. "I'm setting this for fifteen minutes. When that goes off I'll be back and let that out. Until then, relax."

Relax, hell, I wanted to scream. Pull the plug, NOW! But I didn't. He was going away and leave me here with all this liquid in my gut and my hole plugged so tight it couldn't leak a drop. Before he left he placed a set of ear phones on my ears to listen to the strangest music. It was soft and barely audible. I heard bells, chimes, whistles in the distance, thunder, train whistles and random notes. It was weird but relaxing.

It wasn't relaxing enough. I was in extreme discomfort. Do you have any idea just how long fifteen minutes can be with two quarts of liquid in your ass? I tried every way from Sunday to relax and nothing helped. Then I remembered something my friend taught me. There was a place you could go to in your mind that was not asleep but you would feel no discomfort or pain. I tried desperately to find it and began to panic. I was failing, I couldn't locate it. What was I to do? I felt a mental-hand grab my soul, my consciousness, and pull it quickly into a place of safety. All of a sudden I was there. I felt no pain. There was no more uncomfortable pressure. I was warm, cared for and loved. I was safe.

My friend in Nam had taught me how to find this place. He learned where it was, how to get there from a shining man that had come to him one of the many times his father abused him. This shining man told him that there would come a savior, his personal savior, to take him away from the hurt and he would recognize him when he looked into his eyes.

"Don't hesitate nor fear to go with him. He will save you from this." I felt that little boy's warmth around me as I held him again in my arms and wept with him.

"Thank you David for sharing your place with me. I don't think I could have made it without you."

"Yes, you could and you will." he thought to me "I know you. You risked your life to save mine. A life I may never have had were it not for you. I would never have found the love I cherished were it not for you. Do you think I'd desert you now? We made love in the midst of chaos and horror. Have you forgotten? It was special. You were good to me. You gave me what I needed at the time with no thought to yourself. You were more than kind. You loved me and I loved you in return. What we shared was the sweetest love I've ever known."

"It was sweet but I never found you again." I told him.

You didn't have to, I'm here with you now, I found you and it's my turn to help." He filled my soul with his spirit.

"I'll take you to my father's bed. He will hold you safe in his arms and make love to you. I always wanted you to know and love him. I know he will love you."

Instantly we were transported to a beautiful bedroom and I was being held in the arms of a beautiful man who proceeded to make sweet love to me. He fucked me with his enormously large cock and I couldn't get enough of it. I finally felt him release himself into me and I reached climax shortly after. I felt bad about soiling his sheets. David then returned me to the small room we had been in originally. We made more sweet love as I held him in my arms. This time with no rush, in the peace of our spirits, away from the hasty orisons of war.

The alarm went off jarring me back to discomfort and reality. There was incredible pressure but the pain was gone, instead I felt at peace. I heard Master Earl's footstep as he approached. He had on a full black rubber breathing mask with a flexible tube that attached to an overhead pipe. The pipe ran to the outside and had a small fan to force air in to the breathing apparatus of the mask. He ran his hand over my extended belly.

"I think we'll add just a little more. I though I was going to die as I felt more fluid filling me. It wasn't as bad as the first time. I was just apprehensive. Master Earl stopped the flow again and said we'd wait another couple of minutes before he'd let it go. I thought,

I don't think I can. You gave him control! Don't be foolish enough to take it back now when you're so close. The finish line is there, you can make it, grit your teeth, whistle Dixie', think of Ah-nauld fucking you, think of apple pie, think of Master Jeb, Big Jim inside of you, think of the flavors of his tits." Then Master Earl saw it.

"You shot without my permission, slave. We must talk about this." He raised the table to an almost upright position and released the pressure from the two balloons. I felt like I was giving birth and my water had just broken. Foul waters rushed from my body. Sanity and relief were commingled until I could only groan with the plug in my mouth. The imagined pregnancy was aborted.

Master Earl held a hose with warm water rinsing everything down the drain. When he was satisfied I was finished he lowered the table and said the rinse won't be so bad. He took a large colonic tube with the warm water flowing and inserted it into me. He told me not to try to hold it just lay back, relax and let him do the work. He was right, it didn't feel so bad and the further he worked it up my ass the better it felt.

"Well, that should do it we're well past the second sphincter with three feet of tubing. My God! The man stuck three feet of red rubber tubing up my butt. I guess I should be cleaned out. He stopped the water flow and left the tube inside of me. I passed all the fluid as he slowly pulled the tube out of me and I could feel it snaking through my belly on it's way out.

Master Earl then stuck a cold metal thing in my ass that looked like a ducks beak and had adjustments on it that began to spread my ass muscle open until it was about four inches wide. He up-righted the table and left it in me to drain any further fluids. It worked. There was no air pressure with my ass open to hold it in and every thing else came out with a swoosh. Was that an emptying feeling? I could understand what post-partum depression must feel like.

Master Earl hit a switch for an air exhaust fan and had lit incense all around the dungeon. Finally he hosed me off on the table and washed me all over with a soft sponge and soap. Then hosed me down again. He laid me back and undid the straps, let my legs down, and undid the clips holding my head. My Master took the plug out and the hood off but left my dog collar on.

My eyes became adjusted to more light and I saw the dungeon come alive with candles. He moved behind me with the biggest towel I ever saw and began drying me. He spoke softly to me with no anger in his voice.

"I know you haven't been through training yet, Son, but you know some of the basics and one very important control a Master has over his slave is to say if and when he will be allowed to come. With that in mind do you want to tell me why you came?"

"Master Earl, I don't remember doing it, if I tell you I was not in my body when it happened would you believe me?"

"This in your favor, Son, I would not believe another soul on this planet that gave me an excuse like that, but you, well, you I'll believe."

"I was in a place a friend I knew in Nam taught me to go to when I was in pain or discomfort. He was there and ..."

"And you made love with him." He spoke softly.

"Not him, per se, Sir, his father. He took me to his dad's bed and he made love to me. I'm sorry, Master, but when I was there I didn't think about the "here and now" I could only feel his dad's love and need. I needed him but in a different way than I need you. We returned and my friend and I made love as well. His was the love of a sweet dear friend I knew in Nam. We were only children. I did a small favor for him once, and we clung to each other from fear. The feelings I have for you are stronger and I hope may grow. I would love you as a slave should love his Master. Can you forgive me?"

"I've never be exposed to this sort of thing until earlier tonight but it's not so difficult for me to understand. I forgive you slave with a kicker attached."

"Anything, Sir."

"I'd better get the best damn fuck out a' you you've ever given any Master."

"You will, Master. Your Gandurian Prince is ready to be smote by your terrible swift sword." He laughed.

"Now cut that out, you got me spooked enough as it is. Now jump in that sling, slave, and be quick about it. I want to get in there while its still moist and hot."

Master Earl attached my wrist cuffs and chained them up over my head. He attached leg cuffs and secured them to a `Y' in the chains that held the sling. He went to a closet under the stair and brought a long slender rubber cock attached to what looked like one of the grease guns I use at work. He squeezed a little lube out to the head of the rubber dildo and inserted it way up my ass. Then he pumped the grease gun as he slowly pulled it out. My Master had prepared me. I was ready to be used. Ready to be mounted and ridden like a wild-eyed, bushy-tailed bronco with a burr under it's saddle blanket.

"You haven't been trained to be taken as a Master must always take a slave, have you?"

"Yes, Sir, I have. I would welcome you to take me as my Master, Sir. I would appreciate the honor of taking me as your slave."

"Then I will take you as my slave. It's the only way a Master should take his slave. It sets the parameters between the Master and his slave for the fuck. A slave always gives a better fuck that way. You agreed to my kicker so it becomes absolutely necessary." He mounted me to the base of his cock. It was every bit as large as the giants. I remembered that feel. God it hurt good. How could that be? Good hurt? You can't understand it until you've been there but it's the closest description I can give. It just hurt good.

Master Earl leaned forward and began to kiss me and began a couple of small strokes that really did the trick to relax my slave hole. I wanted all of him inside me I could get. He gently made love to me working my hole, stretching it, relaxing it for his pleasure, moaning a little when he felt some fine stuff, then he'd retract the movement to get that part again, and again, and then move on to some deeper strokes. I was drifting into a space of relaxation I had not experienced before. He wanted me, his weekend slave, to enjoy this as well as him and I was grateful for that.

"How's that Big Daddy Cop Dick feel in there, Son? Am I working that little slave butt enough to get it comfortable? Get it broken in for some good hard riddin' in that little boy butt. I haven't done this in three years but it's coming back to me and I'm glad it's you I'm fucking right now, slave."

"I think that's the nicest thing anyone's ever said to me, Master, and yes you're doing one hell of a job. But, could I have just a little more of your good stretching Officer Masters...ooopps! I mean...."

"Hey, wait a minute, I like that, Officer Masters. That's the way we find intimate names for people. They come out of nowhere. I like it. It covers two bases at once, Officer Masters."

"May I call you that when you're fucking me, Sir?"

"You can call me that anytime you feel like. It makes me feel just a little taller. Officer Masters. Yeah, that's all right."

Different Masters have different ideas about fucking. That doesn't mean one is better than another. It's just different. Master Earl, I soon learned, was the Cadillac of Master Fuck's. When you were on the receiving end of his cock it was like riding in a Cadillac. You knew you were going to get where you were going in comfort and style. He was what I could best describe as a smooth fucker. No sudden leaps or unaccounted for slams. He was very deft and controlled. He knew where he was going and how he was going to get there. He even mapped out his stops along the way. In short, I never had a man fuck me with as much control, care but he demanded his slave work as hard as him to get there.

He used his slave's ass most efficiently to get the most feeling from each stroke. Nothing was left to chance. He was in complete control and was convinced of his power over me. He demanded his slave give everything to serve his all consuming need. I would have, at that moment, walked through a bed of fire for him and thanked him afterwards for allowing me to please him.

He was not against getting way up in there, deep in my ass, and rootin' it out like any home boy but he expected his slave to work with him to get him off. He would have none of his slave laying back playing Mr. Fun- uns. He expected his slave to have his ass right where it should be when he needed to take a good strong plunge into his slave's depths. He expected his slave to suck his ass hard on his shaft as he slowly pulled it all the way out only to plunge it in again to the depths of his slaves being.

This was a fine man, with a fine large tool, who knew how to use it, how to fuck a slave's ass and he pulled out all the stops. He'd stop every now and then to correct me on something that was small but important to him. He felt I could do better and we'd try again. I'd get it right that time. He'd smile and tell me I was a good slave to get it that fast. He demanded I keep my ass right where he could get his best stroke and I could see by his face he was getting it.

"Officer Masters, Sir, I need to tell you something."

"That you come while getting fucked, Son?"

"Yes Sir, How'd you know?"

"I called Jeb and asked his permission before I called you last Monday night. He was thrilled I wanted to have you. I told him if you accepted I had every intention of getting into your butt. If that was against one of his rules I wouldn't call you. I'd just wait until you were put on the market. He assured me it was fine with him. We had his blessing and to fuck the snot out of you, which, I'm working on right now."

"But, Officer Masters, I can't always control it; least wise not yet; maybe training will help. I don't want to disappoint you again."

"I understand, slave, but it doesn't present that big a problem. Training will correct that, if not, we can work on it together. For right now, tonight, you do your best not to come, and if I'm convinced you tried hard I'll let you come. How's that?"

"Thank you, Officer Masters, you're a good Master."

"Well, I've had enough pleasure fucking for tonight, and we've got to get to bed, so your Master, Officer Masters, it going to shoot his come into your hot little slave's ass." Master Earl started in for his final run to fuck me. He started with a good steady rhythm and moved the pace up a bit when he found another spot he liked fucking. He shifted to fucking faster and harder.

"Put that ass up there slave! Don't ever make your Master hunt for it. Put it up there for him so he knows he's welcome to take all he wants and come back for seconds." He had me so hot by that time that I began concentrating on each and every stroke and it paid off. Five or six deep strokes with my ass right there to welcome his shaft in my ass he broke apart and exploded into my slave hole. Damn, he was a good fuck and made me work for it ,too. I liked that. Part of his getting it was me working hard to make sure my slave-boy ass was at the ready.

I knew I'd get better at it. I was finally being used by men who knew how to use another man, a slave, to get what they needed. A Master that demands his slave work with him, makes the slave feel more involved in bringing that big piece of meat slamming into him to it's full potential. By demanding his slave work with him, a Master teaches his slave how he likes his cock to be received into his slave's hole. It becomes an important element of individual slave training. Training, insisting, demanding that a slave work with his Master to give him the best possible fuck he can provide for his owner.

Make damn sure he sublimates his own needs (he should be trained well enough that his only need is to serve) then patiently teach him what and how you expect him to contribute to your pleasure. Repeat a particular move you like over and over again until it becomes reflex muscle action. Almost like a choreographer works with dancers. Then repeat it over and over until they get it right.

Laugh if you will but it works the same way. The Masters out there that are getting the most bang for their bucks are the ones that have taken the time to work with their slaves. He's not going to know what you want unless you show him. It's part of discipline, which he craves. It's good for him, and the ultimate payoff is one hell of a good fuck.

He feels your move coming, he reacts to receive you like you've trained him every time. No guess work for him. He's ultimately trained to give you a great fuck. He feels proud and rewarded that he can give you the pleasure you will come to demand from him. That's all he needs, and maybe a pat on the head now and then but don't over do it.

Once he's trained, got it down pat so you're satisfied with his performance, then demand nothing but his best every time you slam your dick into him. Accept nothing less. If he gets sloppy, start again from zero and make him do it over and over for hours if necessary. I guaran-damn- ee `ya he'll never give you a sloppy fuck again. His only reason for being a slave in the first place is to see to your pleasure.

Master Jeb would make damn sure his slave trainees would be a certified good fuck on graduation from his class. He would make them do it over and over until it became second nature for their ass's to respond a certain way. He knew most every Master's particular fucking style and needs. He was able to teach any slave to become a competent fuck on the end of his big fat dick. He was a Master. He was a great teacher. He was my love. He was my friend.

I didn't come I was so busy working with Officer Masters, I forgot.

"Okay, slave, you kept your end of the bargain. Now I'll keep mine. I want to see for myself if you can come while getting fucked. Since I don't know your fucking likes you're gonna' have to guide me. If you need it harder, faster or deeper, let me know." With that he started in again but this time he didn't worry about me putting my ass up. He was taking this away from me and I was getting off on it.

I pulled him to me and whispered to him,

"Please, Officer Masters, your slave boy would very much appreciate you fucking him so hard his eyeballs rattle. That is, if you find me worthy of a good hard fuck'n. Please, Officer Masters, Please!" I begged. He didn't bother to answer and I think outside of the giant animal I got the single hardest fucking of my life. I shot all over his chest and mine. We lay together, he was laughing.

"Damn, slave, that was hot. I think we could come together without much problem `cause I sometimes like to pop my nut with a good hard ride like that. I'm glad you like some good old down home hard riddin'. That slave butt and Officer Master's pet snake are gonna' be good friends." I said a prayer of hope.

Part II ~The Desert Foxes

"I gathered stars from off the desert's floor, My Master smiles to see me count them all, Fallen there from angel's tears so long ago, His big hands reach to catch me when I fall." Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous

Master Earl helped me down from the sling and kissed me again. I fell to my knees and asked permission to clean him.

"I need to take a refresher course in Master 101 from Jeb." he smiled down at me. "I'd forgotten a slaves role and need to clean his Master after sex. Of course, Son, you should, as a courtesy to any Master. These rituals should always be followed for your sake as well as your Master's. It will encourage imprinting each time. Clean me good."

I cleaned all my come off his hairy chest and belly. Then moved to his still half hard cock and cleaned it. The head of his dick had the foreskin creeping back over as it was going down in hardness. It was my first time to put my mouth on his cock and I got my tongue under the head. He was clean but the wonderful taste I got was his; only his. I continued to suck it and tongue his piss slit sucking bits of come and pre-come.

My Master had other ideas as he began to gently allow more to enter my throat. I got the idea he was trying not to get hard to work it into my throat as deep as possible. I got about three quarters down, I could tell he was impressed as he forced another couple inches down. I was still trying to take more when I felt his big hand behind my head give it a slight tug forward and my lips were touching his pubic hair.

"Easy slave, that's enough. Hands to your back and relax. Your Master's gonna' enjoy this. AAAaahh,...there's nothing sweeter than using your slave for a toilet, Boy."

I felt him relieving himself into my gut. He was using me for his personal toilet and rather than be disgusted I felt pride that he was comfortable enough to empty himself into me. He stopped and began to pull out. I sucked and licked it clean. Officer Masters then ordered me to open my mouth and laid the head gently on my tongue.

"Close your lips around it, slave. I've heard you like the taste of man piss." I shook my head slightly in agreement. "I held back a little for you to enjoy but I had to see if what Jeb told me was true. Damned, if it wasn't. Here it is, Son, enjoy."

My Master let about a mouthful go and stopped. I swallowed slowly Master Earl's piss was like champagne to me. I opened my mouth again and he gave me another mouthful. He had only one more for me and I held it for some time until Master ordered me to follow him upstairs. On the way Master Earl asked me a question and I didn't answer. He turned on the stairs and smiled at me.

"You will swallow, please." I blushed, did as ordered and smiled sheepishly. He roared with laughter. "Come on, Son, let's go to bed, we're both exhausted."

We were. I slept the dream of angels while feeling, full, warm, well fucked, secure, and comfortable being held in the arms of one. Saturday morning Master Earl was up early and let me sleep for a while. I awoke to a beautiful view of Silverlake and the surrounding area. I got up quickly to see if I could help. Master had juice ready and ordered me to jump in the shower. He wanted to get me ready then I could help. I did as he ordered and didn't hose out because I wanted to hold his come in me. I gotout and toweled off and reported back to the kitchen.

"Perfect timing, Son. To the bedroom." He ordered. We went to the bedroom and he had my plug cleaned and lightly greased, snap his fingers and pointed to the bed. I wasn't sure what he wanted me to do.

"Oh, I'm sorry, that's an order to hit the position. Ass right at the edge of the bed, grab your legs and pull `em down almost to your chest and slightly out to give your Master instant access to your hole. That's one of the few times you'll hear me snap my fingers at you because I want you that way yesterday, understand, Son?"

"Yes Master." I said doing as he ordered.

"Did you hose out, slave?"

"No, Master, I wanted to leave your seed in me."

"And, well you should. Good answer boy. Ass a little higher slave, don't ever make your Master have to reach for it." I raised my ass and he grabbed that big plug and snapped it in faster than any one had ever before.

Damn, he's good!' I thought. A Master for sure. With no hesitation he plugged my ass.' He turned to wipe his hands on a towel. I still had my ass in the air. He wiped my ass around the plug to get any excess grease cleaned up.

"Lower you ass a little, slave," He pressed on the base and it sunk in a little further. "On your knees, on the bed, slave." I got on my knees and he grabbed me around the waist with one big arm. Damn he smelled good. He held me tight and pressed in again on the base.

"Push back, please." he ordered. I pushed back and as he pushed I felt the big plug lock into place. "It finally seated, didn't it, Son?" He asked.

"Oh, God, yes, Sir, that's the way it should fit. That's why everyone talks about seating it and I thought it was just a game."

"No, Son, that's the way a slave should be plugged if done properly. I just happen to know how."

"Thank you, Master." I fell to his feet and kissed one big boot then the other.

"I like that action, slave. If at any time I snap my fingers and point to my boots you'll know what to do, right?"

"Yes, Sir, but do I just kiss them or start cleaning them, Sir."

"Good question, slave. What you did just then will be fine. As a matter of fact I liked it so much, I'd like to see that again." He snapped his finger real loud and pointed to his boots.

I again fell to his feet and kissed each boot except on the last one I did get in a couple of good licks with my tongue.

"I saw that, slave, but I won't fault you, in a way, it's a hell of a compliment." He said very quietly as he stooped down and pulled my head up to attached his leash to his dog collar. Then holding my leash pulled me to his face and kissed me hard.

"Good morning, slave. You make me proud today, understand?"

"I will Sir. I'm proud to be your slave, Master." He looked me in the eyes and quickly kissed me again.

"Now pull on your chaps and boots and that's all." I quickly dressed and joined him in the kitchen.

"Now, you are to go to my office and call Jeb. I think he knew you'd be staying the weekend and wanted you to call. His number is on a pad on the desk, but before you go, slowly turn around once, for me. Good! Now once the other way. Fine! Go on." He said with a big shit eating smile on his face. I went to Master Earl's office and dialed the number.

"Hello." It was Big Jim. My heart leaped to my throat.

"Hello, Master Jim, how are you?" Master Jim laughed hardily, my heart melted and ran down into my stomach.

"Good to hear your voice again slave-boy and how goes it with you?"

"I'm fine, Master, thank you."

"The answer is still yes, Son"

"Me too, Master Jim, me too." Was all I answered. He hesitated for a minute and I could tell that wasn't the answer he was hoping for.

"I'll get Jeb for you."

"Thank you, Master Jim."

"Hello." It was Master Jeb.

"This is your slave calling, Master." He was noticeably silent for a moment.

"I needed to hear that this morning, Son, thank you."

"For speaking the truth, Master?"

"Yes, well you're no dummy, you know damn well what I mean." I laughed to lighten the mood.

"I do indeed, I apologize for playing with you, Master Jeb."

"Nonsense, keeps me on my toes. Enough of that,---now, SPILL!"

"I'm being well cared for, Master Jeb." I heard him giggle.

"Damn it, Beau, you're yanking my chain. The first time I get my whip on you I'm going to remind you of your disrespect for your old Master. Now you know what I'm talking about, cut to the chase, Kid, before your old Master has a coronary."

"Forgive me, Master, I'm afraid I have too much piss and vinegar in me this morning."

"So Earl didn't believe me, Huh? Thought the old man was exaggerating? Good for him." We both fell out laughing.

"Does Master Jim know where I'm calling from?"

"I haven't discussed it with him but I think he has an idea. I wouldn't tell him unless he asks. I'm not going to lie to him. He won't ask. I think he knows but doesn't want it confirmed."

"I wouldn't want you to lie to him either, Master Jeb."

"Okay, what else?"

"Well, I'm under house arrest. I can't go home and I can't come to your house this weekend. I have Master Earl's dog collar around my neck, his plug in my ass, my chaps and boots on, and, oh yes, I have a leash hanging from the collar. All of which I'm very proud of."

"You damn well should be proud, Boy. You walk as tall as you can beside that man. He's one of the finest men I know and you're to please him anyway you can. You be on your best slave behavior. If he wants to show you off to some friends watch him for cues, he'll let you know what he expects. He keeps his slave well disciplined. You could use a little of that, do you good. He likes to show his slave off, have them jump through hoops to entertain his guest.

Don't over do and embarrass him, just be ready and don't hesitate to obey even the smallest order especially in front of his friends. That's very important. You'll do just fine, I'm sure. It's the `Fatherly Master' in me that makes me say those things." Master Jeb again laughed.

"I'll obey, Master Jeb, with pride."

"You'll probably be there `til Sunday evening, if he lets you go then. Stay with him Son, he needs you right now."

"I feel that too, Master Jeb, some very strange things have happened that I need to sort out with you. Things I don't understand. It's nothing about Master Earl it's ..."

"Ghost hanging around, Son?"

"Yes indeed, Sir! Don't want to go into it further right now but I'll call first chance I get. Sunday evening if he sends me home."

"He won't. You're the first he's had since Wes. If I know Earl, and I do, he's drinking you like a tall, cool glass of water."

"I would agree with that analogy, Sir."

"Just remember, my good slave, ..."He started the sentence and I finished it...."I could do worse than Master Earl"

"It's not nice to mock your owner, boy." He said laughing.

"Indeed, Master Jeb, it is disrespectful. I trust you will correct that in me."

"Not your sense of whimsey, Son, that's a delight. You'll learn what I want you to know and other things will be discussed but you will ultimately do it my way. You'll begin to see it's the only way."

"Yes Master, I'm looking forward to it. Now if he invites you back for next weekend you tell him he'll have to check with me. I think I want you here next weekend. He needs to skip a weekend. Trust me with this one, Son. I know you would want to return next weekend." I was quiet for a moment.

"I'll obey, Master Jeb." I said quietly. I heard Jeb suck his breath, afraid he had hurt me.

"You're really taken with him, aren't you, Son?"

"Does the term `ton of bricks' mean anything to you, Master?" It was my time to sigh deeply. "Forgive me, Master, you're right, and I trust your judgement. I'll obey in good spirits."

"Now, that's the slave I've come to know you will become a joy to some good Master. Maybe even Officer Earl? Let's hope. Would you be comfortable being his property?" he asked.

"In a heartbeat, Master Jeb, in a heartbeat."

"Well, look at it this way, Son, you're here next weekend, he may use you the following and perhaps the last weekend before you enter training. That's fair isn't it? Then during your training every Master that's serious about bidding on you will be allowed one weekend with you. Maybe two depending on when you feel you're ready. See? I haven't forgot our agreement. Earl D. may have a weekend with you as well because I know he's interested."

"I agree Master. I would enjoy spending next weekend in your arms." Jeb was quiet again then he laughed.

"You know, anyone else said that to me I would know I was having smoke blown up my ass but you,...well, I know you mean what you say and that's part of your gift Beau. Don't ever lose that, Son, speak from your heart and you'll be right every time."

"Master your words have been proven to me several times this weekend and I have followed your advice. It's worked every time."

"Well, you better get back to your Master, Son, thanks for calling."

"My pleasure Master, and Master Jeb...?"

"Yes, Son?"

"I love you."

"Thank you, Son, and I'll see you next weekend"

"Goodbye, Master Jeb."

"Goodbye, Son."

Master Jeb needs me next weekend. I'll try to spend more time with him and hope Big Jim doesn't monopolize me. I say that now but when I walk through that door and see him, Woah! What did he mean by, `The answer is still yes?' At least Master Earl is up front, let's his wishes be known and he says enough to let you know where you stand with him. I've always had trouble with games and cryptic things people say. They say one Goddamn thing meaning another. Why? Why don't they just say what they fucking feel? From the heart, not the head. Did Big Jim say that to test the water? To find out if he can still push my buttons.

Well, he did, it worked but my answer was just as cryptic. It meant nothing. Me, too! Me, too, what? Still believe in love at first sight? Yep! Still do! Didn't give him a hell of a lot. Maybe that's his way of asking for more? Then let him be the man/Master and ask for what he wants. Maybe I'm expecting too much of him? Don't go there, Beau. You've gone down that road before and it leads to the pits. Follow your heart, Kid, it's been working so far. Maybe Kenny Rogers was right, sometime you got a' hold em, sometime you got a' fold em but I would add for God's sake don't let `em see your hand until they call. I walked back in the kitchen and apologize for being so long. Master Earl was busy and showed me a couple of things to do.

"How is the Master?" He emphasized `the' as a sign of respect.

"He seemed fine and in good spirits, Sir."

"Good. I have to get dressed and I'll be back in a minute. If the bell should ring let my guests in and introduce yourself as Beau, Master Earl's weekend slave and get them a drink if you think you can or suggest they make it themselves if you don't know how. Are you comfortable with that, Son?"

"To tell them I'm your weekend slave? Yes, Sir, I just wish I didn't have to use the word `weekend'."

"Good point, then don't. If it needs to be explained we can later." I fell to his feet and kissed each boot.

"Thank you, Sir."

"That was important to you wasn't it, slave?"

"Yes, Sir, I guess I'd like to have the fantasy for a while whether it comes true or not. I'm proud to think of myself as your slave and I'll walk a little taller, Sir."

"Good, slave, damn good." he left to change his clothes. I did the little jobs in the kitchen he instructed and got a glass of water. The door bell rang. Show time. I didn't know whether to see if he was coming but I wasn't going to hesitate following his order. I started for the door.

I opened the door and stood for a moment while the two fine looking older gentlemen put their teeth back in their mouths. I guess I wasn't expected to open the door from the surprised look on their faces.

"Please come in, Sirs, my name is Beau and I am Master Earl D.'s new slave." The first one looked at me and opened his arms and enveloped me in a big bear hug.

"Welcome to the family, Boy." He had tears in his eyes. "I'm Oscar."

"Well, Goddamn! If he gets a hug, so do I." The bigger one who looked like an older body builder picked me up in his huge arms, swung me around and set me down, looked me in the eye, then offered his hand.

"Beau, I'm Billy. Indeed, you are welcome to the family!" Then he looked at my crotch and moved his hand toward it and looked up, "May I, Son?"

"You don't need to ask, Sir." And I hit parade rest and threw my hips toward him. He gently felt my penis and then gently examined my low hanger. He whistled. "They're beautiful, Son."

"Thank you, Sir." Oscar was watching but said "I want to feel the other end" I turned my back side to him and grabbed my ankles.

"Goddamn, Billy, would you look at that, he's already got him training on a plug. Looks good, Son, let me take a quick feel." He pushed in on the base a little. "Billy, he's got it seated all the way."

"Well, you know Earl. If he's gonna' do it, it's gotta be done right."

"Who does he look like, Billy? Could be his brother?"

"Too easy, Brother. Dead ringer for the cowboy."

"My thinking exactly. Uncanny isn't it, but I think he's a bit bigger than Cowboy."

"Hard to tell. Just as pretty though."

I was blushing and listening. About the time I raised up Master Earl came back into the living room and, God, was he stunning. He had on a pair of leather pants with a cod piece, his knee high Wescos and a pure white Mexican peasant shirt. It was a pull over that had an open V at the neck and just showed off enough of his chest hair to be drop dead handsome. At that moment I was the proudest I had ever been to claim I belonged to someone as stunning looking as this man even if it was only for the weekend.

"I see you've met my new slave-boy, Beau." He walked over an kissed me on the forehead then put his arm around me.

"Master Earl," Oscar said, "Why didn't you tell us? You damn near had to call the paramedics. Two old slaves almost had coronaries when this gorgeous young man-slave open the door for us. I asked Billy if we had the right address."

"Yes, you big handsome Master, you know you can tell us anything. For a minute I thought Dan and Cowboy were here visiting." Billy added.

"He does look a little like the cowboy. Well it's a long story that you'll hear today. But it's best if we tell it a bit at a time."

"Master Earl, may I ask Mr. Billy a question?" Billy didn't wait for Master Earl to reply.

"Of course you can, Son!" I still looked up at Master Earl and he nodded.

"Sir, you look so much like a boyhood hero of mine. I carried a picture of him hidden in my wallet seven years in Vietnam. His name was Clancey McGee. Do you know him?"

"You put him up to this, didn't you?" Billy shot a look at Master Earl

"You'll learn the way I did. He's polite, humble, but when he comes out with something I've learned the hard way not to challenge it because it comes from the heart. If he said he carried your picture seven years in Vietnam you can take it to the bank."

"Son, I'm Clancey McGee." He grabbed me and hugged me.

"Sir, you don't know how many times I've had sex with you. I would jack off every night looking at pictures of you and thinking, `God if I could just lay in that man's arms one night I wouldn't have to go to heaven.' When I was in Nam I'd get your picture out, look at it and wonder what you were doing as I jacked off."

"Son, I don't know when I've ever had a nicer compliment."

"He seems to have that effect on a lot of people, me especially." Master Earl smiled.

"To be honest, Sir, I still have the picture in my wallet."

"Don't look a me, Billy. If he says he has it in his wallet it's there."

"May I be excused Master and I'll get it."

"Sure, Son." I went to the small bedroom and got my wallet from my levis and walked back into the living room. Master Earl was making Bloody Marys and asked if I wanted one. I declined. I have stuff in my wallet I've had for years. I looked in my secret place under a leather flap you wouldn't notice if you didn't know it was there. I gently unfolded the precious piece of paper and saw Clancey smiling at me. Billy moved behind me and was looking over my shoulder.

"Well, God love you, you do still have it. Son, I'm blown away."

"Me, too, Sir. I still would love to spend a night in your arms. Only with my good Master's blessings of course. God brought us together for some reason." Billy was giddy.

"Is he for real, Master Earl?"

"The most real person your likely to meet in a while and he's mine."

"Well we couldn't be more thrilled."

"Well don't get too thrilled yet. There are hurtles we have to jump but we're talking about it, right slave?"

"Yes, Sir, Master."

"Have you taken him to Master Jeb, Master Earl?"

"You could say that." Master Earl winked at me reminding me of the police escort to Mt. Washington.

"Master Jeb's opinion, Sir?" Oscar asked.

"A natural." was all my Master said.

"I thought so when I walked through the door" said Billy.

"Me, too." added Oscar.

"It isn't bad, Son," Oscar looked at me, "In fact it's so much easier for us than it would be for someone else to become a slave. We love you for wanting to explore that for yourself. You're in the right group of people to have family and a rewarding life."

"Amen to that," said Billy, " I was with the same Master for forty years." As far as we're concerned don't bother to look any further, you're with the right Master."

"Thanks, Guys." Master Earl said to them,"You guys want to get comfortable, feel free."

"God!" Billy sounded exasperated "We thought this was part of your torture keeping us dressed." Billy laughed, "Come on bro." Billy nodded to Oscar. I sat my billfold on the bar and sat on a bar stool. Master Earl came and put his arms around me.

"I'm so proud of you I could rape your pretty ass right here in front of them. You scored some major points with that picture. Billy thinks you're a little bit of all right. Way to go, slave."

"You're my Master, if you wish to rape me I'll struggle and put on a show for them."

"You really would, wouldn't you?"

"I wouldn't hesitate at your order, Sir, but what if they have strokes, Sir?" Master Earl hooped and we both laughed.

"Good thinking, slave, we wouldn't want that."

"You made Billy's day."

"He's made mine as well, Master."

The two men walked back in the room with no clothes. They were both buffed physically with no fat on them anywhere. There was absolutely nothing between their legs. They were not the least bit shy about it. They both walked over to Master Earl and knelt before him. They each proceeded to kiss one of his boots. He offered a hand to each and they each kissed the back of it and placed it to their forehead. They held it there for a minute.

"Welcome good slaves to our home. We bid you welcome. You are safe within this place. Arise and show this Master your love."

I was stunned. Not by their lack of equipment but by the ceremony. It was unbelievably touching. I was even more proud of Master Earl as commanding and genuine as he was. He believed the words he said and they did, too. It was fucking beautiful.

"Well we might as well get this over with." said Billy. "Beau, you're a perfect gentleman not to stare but we wish you would and ask us anything you want. We will answer you as honestly as we can."

"I'm not shy but I don't have any questions right now. I'd love to get to know the both of you but I'll find out what I need to know as we get acquainted."

"He's not for real." Oscar said laughing.

"Of course he is, Oscar. He's a brother for cries sake. Remember us, when we first met? We couldn't believe each other was real."

"Good point. I apologize, Beau, I was just kidding, anyway, you knew that."

"Yes, Oscar, no apology necessary."

"Hey, hey, hey, Guys, can I get into this conversation?"

"Take a number, Master Earl," Oscar said. We all laughed.

"It's gonna' be one of those day, huh? I have a nice belt down stairs with your name on it, Oscar." Master Earl said laughing.

"Oh, God!" Oscar put the back of his hand to the side of his mouth as if to whisper only to me but loud enough everyone could hear, "Please, Beau, start crying or tell him I truly hurt your feelings. Anything, work with me, Kid, but get me the feel of that belt." We all roared with laughter and Master Earl hugged Oscar.

"Don't ever change."

"Not much chance of that, this tired old slave with no Master." Oscar said poignantly.

"I think," said Billy "It's going to be a fucking, fantastic day. We have much to be thankful for and celebrate. And, you," Billy said holding his arms out at Master Earl, "Look at you. You have the glow of a prepubescent boy that just got his first blow job." We all laughed again.

"Beau, will you give me a hand? You guys can grab something, too. You know I run an equal opportunity kitchen. We'll get this food to the deck and have brunch. We can talk while we eat."

Everyone grabbed something and we walked out into the beautiful California sunshine. Master Earl's decks were so private no one could see you if you walked around nude like me, Billy and Oscar. I hadn't noticed in the dark but on the third level was a pool. Then the dungeon must have been an old pool changing room or cabana as they're called.

It was a beautiful lay out and you could see forever. We had brunch. Oscar and Billy relaxed after a couple of Bloody Marys and were having a great time. We were quickly getting to know each other. They couldn't ask me enough questions. I answered all their questions but when they began to ask about Nam, Master Earl came to my rescue.

"Guys, Beau didn't have it too well over there and he can't talk about it. He doesn't want to put you off, he just can't. Maybe someday he will, but I'm not going to push him." They apologized and I assured them not to worry I just haven't been able to talk about it. I don't know if I ever will. If I do, it will probably be with Master Earl or Master Jeb. I can talk about bits and pieces but if I get going, I'm a vegetable for days afterward. It's not pretty. I've told Master Jeb a few things, he's so easy to talk to. He's like talking to the dad I never had."

"You love Jeb, Son?" Billy asked.

"He's becoming important to me, Sir; and yes, I have thought about it, and I do love him." I said quietly. Billy reached over and grabbed my hand and squeezed it.

"So do we, Son, so do we." he said in almost reverent tones.

"He's been a saint to me." Oscar added.

Master Earl just raised his hand as if to say count me in. I got up to start carrying plates and dishes in the house. Billy helped as Oscar and Master Earl talked. We finished and Billy accidentally knocked my wallet on the floor. Stuff from my wallet went everywhere. Billy was apologizing and picking every thing up. He came across an old photo of me and my little buddy in Nam.

"Is this you, Beau? He asked

"Yes, Sir, me and a close buddy. Well, we were more than just close we were lovers until he was shipped back."

"May I show this to Oscar and Master Earl, Son?"

"Sure, Billy." I finished in the kitchen and returned to my seat to finish my fruit.

"I don't want to be overly dramatic but you both have to see this picture. This is Beau and his close buddy in Vietnam." Billy said handing Master Earl and Oscar the picture. They looked at it, looked at Billy then looked at me. Master Earl got white as a sheet for some reason. Oscar's mouth dropped open.

"Oh... my.... God!" Exclaimed Oscar.

"You all right, Master Earl, Oscar?" Billy asked.

"Yeah, we were gonna' tell you two about some weird stuff that happened last night that turned my head around. Now this, it all fits somehow. It makes perfect sense."

"Something wrong with my picture, Master?" I inquired.

"He really doesn't know. That's how he is, he hasn't put two and two together. You'd be able to tell. Let me ask you, Son, who is this in the picture with you?"

"My buddy that caused my accident last night Master. David Johnson. We were pretty close, well hell, we were lovers. I lost touch with him. I re- enlisted and did another four years. David went home. We wrote for a while. I still have all his letters. I don't know were he is now. I was a medic in Nam, a field corpsman. I stayed behind with the squad to save as many wounded as we could and we got ambushed. We all ran off into the jungle and I got separated from the army guys. I wandered in the swamp and jungle for a couple of days `til I found this dry cave under some brush.

That evening I saw fires, thought it was our guys and eased up to see. Well, it was Charley and right in front of me was a bamboo cage with the cutest, small American G.I. I'd seen in Nam. He looked in my eyes and I put my finger to my lips for him to be quiet.

It was a Cong POW holding camp. Makeshift job. They kept the guys in three foot square bamboo cages. When things got quiet I cut David out and we quietly made off to the cave I'd found near there. I left him there and went back and got five more out before dawn. I tried to get the seventh one out but he was all ready dead from wounds and exposure.

David got pretty scared. Hell, Master Earl, we all were. We were just kids out of high school. I started comforting him and one thing led to another...."

Master Earl had tears running down his cheeks. Billy and Oscar were both crying.

"Did I say something wrong, Master?"

"No, Son, not at all." He handed me the picture across the table. "Was this the guy you saw in the bedroom last night?"

"No, Sir, that little guy was buffed out to the max. He was hot, Sir!" Billy and Oscar were still visibly shaken. Master Earl got up and told me to wait, he'd be back in a minute. He returned with two photos. He handed me one of a young soldier in cam fatigues. It was David.

"That's David, Sir, where'd you get this?" Then he handed me another picture and it was the guy in the bedroom last night.

"This is the guy in the bedroom last night, Master Earl."

"Look at the two pictures closely, Beau." Master Earl requested. I studied them for a moment and David looked a little like the buffed out dude. No, it couldn't be? God wouldn't do that to me. Chills ran up my spine then crawled over my head.

Wes was David! He was within walking distance from me for several years. I broke down, Master Earl came to me, got on his knees, hugged me and we all started to cry. I hurt all over. I was in anguish and I didn't give a shit who knew. I've never lost it that bad. I was a mess. We all migrated to sitting in the middle of the deck with our arms around each other for comfort as we shared a common unifying bond.

"But why, David Johnson?" I said quietly directed to no one in particular.

"Remember, I briefly told you about Walker Johnson who was Wes's Savior. He saved Wes from his father. Wes used the Johnson name until he got out of Vietnam and then went back to his family name because he still loved his grandparents on his mother's side. They were who he was going back to visit as well as the Johnson family. All through the military he went by the name David Johnson. Then he met Jeb and Jeb talked him into going back to his original name to heal old wounds. Jeb was right. It went a long way toward him finding his place in the world"

"But Master, Billy & Oscar are gonna think I'm a fruit cake. David came to me and made love to me last night. I wasn't making that up. The man he took me to, his dad, was Walker Johnson, I'm sure of it."

"God as my witness, Son, I believe you." He briefly recounted the story to Oscar and Billy about me being strapped down tight and him leaving me to marinate with two quarts of water up my ass.

"When I came back he had come all over the place. Like someone had been there and had sex with him. I came down a little to hard on him but wondered how the hell could he have come when his hands were strapped down tight. I even checked to make sure. Then he told me how it appened. I believed him then and I certainly believe him now."

"David told me something, Sir."

"What's that Beau?" Master Earl asked

"Well, when we were in Nam he taught me this mental trick where you can move outside your body and enter this safe room where there's no pain, discomfort, nor anxiety of any kind. He always told me, if I needed him, to go to that room and he would find me. He told me about the fourth or fifth time his dad nailed his penis to the porch that this shining man came to him and showed him how to get to this room so he wouldn't be in pain. When he demonstrated there in Nam, I could stick a hat pin through his hand and he wouldn't feel it. I never did, it's just if you did he wouldn't feel a thing. Anyway, he taught me to go there and once or twice when we really had some killer weed, he would take me there. We would make love.

Oh God, we shared the sweetest love, then he would bring me back. I would insist it was all a pot induced lucid dream but I would have come in my pants. David wouldn't because he couldn't. I think his penis was to fucked up from what his old man had done to him. That didn't stop him from letting me have my way with him. I'm sorry Master, but it was sweet. The sweetest love I've ever known." I broke down and cried again. "I'm sorry, Master Earl, I know this must be painful for you to hear. It was before you knew him as Wes."

"Beau, forget me, forget us, forget them, let it out. Say what ever your heart tells you. Nothing you say could damage the feelings I have for you at this moment. I'm sure that goes for Billy & Oscar too!"

"Double it, Beau." Oscar said quietly.

"Yeah!" Agreed Billy. Oscar got up.

"I need a drink. Billy and Master Earl held their hands up to Oscar. Okay, and Beau, you're getting one whether you want it are not. You need to calm down and we're here to listen and help. What'dya drink, Son."

"Anything with Vodka." Master Earl told him. Now, how did he know that. I hadn't had a drink since I'd been here. Ah, yes, he asked Master Jeb because he wanted to have what I drank available. Very nice of him. I like him better every hour.

"You know," said Master Earl, "Wes rarely spoke of Vietnam but I remember every time he did it was always in context of his buddy,...Oh, my God!...his buddy, Andy or Beau, that saved his life. It just came back to me. He said Beau taught him to read and write poetry. He said he fell very much in love with him. He was like a big brother he never had.

He told me if it hadn't been for you he wouldn't have made it through. He said you re-enlisted and he came home. He tried for years to find you. He desperately wanted me to meet you." He paused for a moment. "Then I was right last night. He's somehow managed to get us together and the rest is up to us."

"I was in such discomfort last night I'm glad he came to me.."

"I'm sorry, Son, I'm starting you off a little rough but, please , remember I haven't been a Master for three years now."

"I'm not complaining, Master, I wanted to please you but I knew I wasn't going to make it unless I could remember what David taught me. All of a sudden this hand appears out of no where and grabbed my soul or that part of me that can leave my body and pulled me into the room. It was David. It was so good to see him.

He told me he was dead but he wasn't going to desert me because I'd saved his life. If I hadn't he never would have found the one true love of his life and for that he would always be grateful. He never told me about you, Master. I guess he thought we'd figure it out. Then that was David that listened to me last night all buffed out. Damn, he looked good but he didn't tell me he was David. He didn't tell me his name but I knew I knew him."

By this time we were sitting on the deck and I was leaning up against Master Earl and he had his arms around me with his hands resting in my lap.

"Oh, I forgot something."

"What's that, Beau?"

"Wes said for you to go to your desk. Open the pencil drawer near the top feel along the left hand side there is a button. Press it and a secret drawer will open. You'll find some things there for the both of us."

Excited we all followed Master Earl to his office. With the pencil drawer pulled out Master Earl felt up underneath.

"It's here I can feel it, here goes" he pressed the button and a drawer popped open right under the top of the desk. You wouldn't know it was there it was so well disguised. In the drawer was two envelopes with Master Earl's name hand printed on each as Officer & Master Earl D. Shaw. He held the envelopes up for me to see.

"Does the title ring a bell, Beau?" He asked.

"Oh, my God!" I exclaimed "Officer Masters."

"We'll explain later." Master said to Billy and Oscar.

The two envelopes to Master Earl were marked differently. One had no instructions which we assumed could be opened now. The second said to only be opened in the presence of Master Jeb Henshaw. There was an envelope addressed to Master Jeb Henshaw. There was a letter size envelope and a large one that felt like it contained a small book. My complete name Andrew Beaureguard James Jr. was hand printed in David's/Wes's handwriting.

I ripped open the envelope and pulled a book out. It was a hand written volume of poetry entitled "Slave's Song." I taught David to write poetry in Nam and he started a journal there; however, this was remarkable. It far surpassed his teacher. The words were liquid metaphors that jumped off the page as I read several of the cantos.

"Gentlemen, this is the stuff of genius." I declared. Most of it was extremely personal that related to Master Earl. He was moved to tears by a couple of simple lines that referred to him as being the keeper of Wes's soul. Billy and Oscar were fit to be tied.

"Do you realize the ramifications of all this ?" Billy exclaimed. I looked at him and said, "Why do you think you're here, Billy?"

"What do you mean, Beau?" Billy asked.

"To be an observer. Would you have believed this if you hadn't been here to witness it? I can't believe you're here by accident, so logic dictates you have a greater role to play in all this. Were you and Oscar close to Wes?"

"We were very close. He shared many things with Oscar and me. To play any kind of role right now, couldn't make me happier. I've become so staid since George died. I don't know what to do with myself. When you've had a Master tell you everything to do for forty years, you miss his direction. I never had to think for myself.

All I had to do was take care of George and pleasure him anyway I could. That's the only thing in life I every really did well and it's only because he had the patience to take a kid off the streets of Hollywood and train him how to please him. I knew what I was getting into. He never lied to me. He was always up front with me. I miss him terribly." Billy started to cry and Oscar and I were comforting him.

"Well, I mentioned to you a while ago I didn't think our meeting was a fluke. I think we've come together for some reason. It's too perfect, you being my childhood hero and meeting today. What are the chances or the odds of that happening? They must be astronomical against such a thing.

What are the chances Master Earl's deceased slave was my buddy and lover in Nam. What are the chances I met Master Jeb? Spookier, yet, is meeting Master Earl. He pulled me over for speeding on my bike then ended up escorting me to Master Jeb's with flashing lights and siren, the whole nine yards.

I used to think we had free will. I still do except now I am convinced that friends, loved ones, relatives watch over us and are capable of guiding us in certain directions toward a goal they feel would be good for us.

We still have the choices to say yea' or nay' but we may be more highly influence by the spirits of loved ones than anyone may have expected. It all seems too neat. It's bringing all the parts of the puzzle together but it seems to be nailing home a point that maybe I'm missing or don't want to see."

"Well, hell, maybe it's because I'm the simplest one here but it seems obvious to me. He loved the two of you and wanted the two of you to be together. So far he's done pretty damn well, I'd say." Oscar stated.

"Then what about self will and two people falling in love without help." I asked Oscar.

"Don't look a gift horse in the mouth, Beau," Oscar continued, "Wes, if you're listening I like mine about six four, doesn't have to be good looking or rich, just demanding as hell with a large whip, and a comfortable cock that only wants to fuck a eunuch." We all laughed, Oscar was funny but partially serious.

"I lived as a total slave to a man that made every decision for me and him. Thank God I had the sense to let him. I wouldn't be anybody today with out George. He left me well off and able to do anything I please. Free will? No thanks, I'd rather have my Master back telling me what to do." Billy added "I`m sometimes miserable without him. If it wasn't for Master Earl, Master Jeb and several others, Oscar and I would have driven off a cliff somewhere." Lamented Billy again.

"Well you guys looked after me when Wes was killed, so it works out. I'll never forget what the family did for me. I'd like Beau to experience that, too. I don't think Jeb has told him too much about the family and it's best I don't `cause he enters training under Jeb in three weeks."

"Oh Beau, I wish I were you, and could go through it again. I was one of Master Jeb's first group of slaves he trained and let me tell you, don't resist the man. You'll fall so deeply in love with him, you'll think your heart is going to brake when you have to say goodbye but you'll survive. You'll never stop loving the man. As time goes by, you'll realize you never really said goodbye. He's a constant influence in your life. I haven't ever stopped loving him." Billy said

"Me either." said Oscar.

"Count me in on that one." said Master Earl.

"Is Beau going to be put on the market or have you issued a claim for him to be sold directly to you?"Oscar asked.

"I haven't felt Jeb out yet. Hell, Beau and I only met about a week ago. It feels like I've know him half my life though, so we really haven't had time to sort out the details. I know better than to interfere with Jeb's training. Beau contracted to enter training the same day I gave him a ticket for speeding on his bike. I wouldn't issue a claim on Beau as it's Jeb's intention to put him on the market. It wouldn't be good ethics for me to do that. To be honest, I wouldn't really like to think about claiming Beau until he finishes training." Oscar and Billy agreed.

"I know too many Master's that thought they could train their own slave. To hell with buying one. Wrong move. They have to be trained by an impartial third party that lays out the non-variable basics for them. Then when a Master buys them he can add his own discipline and training to further mold the slave to be what he needs. By training, they are forever imprinted by Jeb's teaching and guidance.

As you know, it's powerful and remains with a slave all his life. Just as they are, Jeb's slaves, fresh out of training, can be a joy to any man that buys one even if he doesn't want to spend too much time training them himself. You go to any function the group has and you can immediately tell the self-trained slaves as opposed to a third party approach like Jeb's. He says Beau is the last one. He's retiring after Beau. He said he was only taking Beau because he felt he was special; a natural."

"Who will do the training then?"

"I believe he's training Big Jim Johnson, Wes's uncle, to be the family's new Dungeon Master."

"I've heard he's bringing a couple other trainers along. The only problem is they're Masters and he insists that they go through the same training as the slaves to understand what they must teach and what they must not teach."

"Sounds reasonable to me but then I'm a slave" said Oscar.

"You're right, Oscar, and I'll tell you why. Remember the trip I took to Europe several years before I met Wes. I was just a hit and miss top not knowing what I wanted or why. Well, I didn't go to Europe. I entered Master Jeb's training as a slave for three months. I asked him to train me as a Master. He refused. Said the only way I would become a stable Master and learn what I wanted and what I didn't want was to take his training as a slave for three months.

I had to see through the eyes of a slave to ever be a competent Master. I'll tell you this, If I hadn't gone through with it I would never have been able to handle Wes, nor this young man. I never told Wes and this is the first time I've told anyone because of stupid fears of people not understanding.

I know who I am and I couldn't have said that fifteen years ago unless I submitted to Master Jeb. And yes, when he and I are alone together out of a deep love and respect for him, I call him `Master Jeb.' I know he loves me. He has never told me but proven it over and over again. I think he is proud of me as a Master.

He has deferred to me on several contentions within the group because he felt my position was correct. He asks my opinion on many issues, doesn't always follow my advice, but I'm flattered that he asks. That being said I don't have the least bit of fear of Beau having any negative thoughts about that admission. He would still consider being my slave, right Son?"

"That's a rhetorical question isn't it, Master, because you all ready know the answer."

"Yes, I do, slave." He grabbed me and hugged me. Billy and Oscar chortled and clucked.

"What about me, Beau, now that you know the guy you jacked off to all those years didn't have a cock and balls when those pictures were taken. Would you still want to spend a night in my arms?"

"More than ever, Billy, with my Masters permission, of course. Name the night and I still wouldn't have to go to heaven after that. Look at you. I don't know your age but the bod is still there and well if you think I'm shitin' you throw you're ass in a bed, get Master's permission, and I'm your's for the evening. I'd do anything to or for you. Not to leave Oscar out I'd spend the next one with him, Master willing." Billy and Oscar couldn't get their arms around me fast enough.

"Now, it's my turn to ask you, Billy, may I?"

"Well of course you can, silly." I looked at Master Earl and he gave me an okay permission nod, a smile, and a wink.

"I saw you ask Earl's permission, slave." Billy said teasing. "I think the handsome slave boy's smitten Oscar." I just laughed as I began to feel his

smooth front. It was so hot.

"Beau, that's the best compliment I've had since your last one." Everyone laughed at me blushing because my dick was sticking straight out and dripping.

"You can always tell if a man is lying to you that way." said Oscar. I felt underneath Billy, my cock getting harder, and scratched lightly. Billy went nuts but wouldn't move away. I stopped and he looked at me and my dick and turned to Earl.

"Please, Master Earl, consider letting your slave keep his, his are so handsome."

"We haven't even discussed that but I would guess Beau has a pretty good fix on me. He knows, first of all, I won't accept any more slave clauses in a contract. It will be in our contract that it's my right to have any body modifications I see fit except limb amputations and shit like that. Further more, I make no promises one way or another.

You wouldn't buy a pet and sign a clause that says, even though you own him, you may not have him neutered. That's his owner's decision, not his. I feel the same way about Master/slave contracts. If I pay to purchase another man that has agreed to total slavery then he's given up that right. I've thought this out and I make no apologies for my convictions.

Others may feel differently, that's fine. If I buy him that decision becomes mine. However, I would be honest with my new slave. Don't acknowledge my claim if he has a problem with it. I may take him the first night and have everything removed. But if I do, I don't expect to hear any whimpering or `Kings-X' from him because it will not be a game.

If I want it done, it will be done even over his protest. He can hate me or thank me later but it will be done. I may choose not too, but he shouldn't gamble on my goodness. I might wake up some morning, look at him and think, `He doesn't need those anymore. I think I'll have them removed today and it will be done.'

As you know I have a side that can be very demanding. He'll know it's a possibility when and if he decides to acknowledge my claim. That point has become a stumbling block for a lot of Master/slave relationships. It won't be with us. I'm very fond of Beau but he knows I won't be swayed to reconsider my position.

If I make a claim for him and he decides to acknowledge that claim there will absolutely be no misunderstanding. By acknowledging my claim he is saying to me, in essence, I give my trust to you, along with my body, to become your possession. You own me body and soul.

If that's understood then he must also understand that he will trust me in all things. Otherwise it's meaningless to me or at best we become lovers and Master/slave in name only. I can find that in any leather bar in L.A. I don't need to pay money for it. Beau will know if it comes to be, he will be my property. Just like my truck, bike or any other possession.

I can't and won't have it any other way. It's also not fair to him. If he's seeking control over his life through consensual slavery, don't play at it, do it and graciously accept the consequences. I think I know Beau well enough all ready to know he won't have any problem with that. He's coming to realize that for his emotional stability and the guidance he's looking for, he'll settle for nothing less in a Master than total control.

He'll trust me in all things, likewise, I learned from Jeb's training, I have an unwritten responsibility to him. I would never take him to the dungeon when I was angry with him. I wouldn't consider having him neutered because I wanted to get back at him or as a weapon of fear. I learned from Jeb a slave most wants to serve his Master from joy, love, and praise, not fear."

I was so stunned by Master Earl's strength of convictions that all fears about the issue vanished and I fell to his feet and kissed each boot.

"If you had your contract in your hand, I'd gladly sign it right now, Master, with Billy and Oscar as your witness's if you found me worthy to claim. I'd acknowledge your claim proudly and have no problem signing your contract. My body and my life will be given over to your complete trust. I'd transfer my control to your ownership.

I don't want anyone to ever say that Beau is not truly your property. If losing my genitals is the proof you need to show the world then have it done with my blessing. I hadn't thought of how I would feel if the subject came up but I'm glad it did. You're beginning to know me pretty well. You're correct, Master, with you, I wouldn't consider entering your service under any other circumstances.

Until this moment I never considered the passion of these relationships. I now realize to be content in a relationship with you I must give you total control, nothing less. Not only for your sake but for mine as well. For me, I will be serious about becoming your total slave, and your strong position tells any slave, it's not a game with you. If you need proof of my sincerity, I will expect to lose them the first night.

I'll understand it is to be done because you want it done. I won't expect or need further explanation. It'll be enough for your slave to know it pleases you. If you want them, I understand, you paid for the entire package, they're your's to take.

There will be neither whimpering nor begging for you to reconsider. I will go proudly under the knife and cope with the loss in good spirits. I would display neither anger nor hatred toward you for your decision. Furthermore, if you decide it's to be done I don't expect you to discuss it with me before hand. It's your decision and I don't need to know.

Besides, if you scheduled to have it done with no word to me it says to me you feel comfortable enough with our agreement and your role of ownership that you feel free, with no guilt, to order me to submit willingly without further discussion. So you know now and will not have to explain it to me again, I will sign a contract with no misunderstanding, that you very well may want to have them removed."

Then I kissed each of his boots again to seal my statement. Master Earl pulled me up to his face and kissed me passionately.

"Beau, if I wanted them this minute, you would lay across the table and hand me the knife."

"Yes, Master, I would." Oscar and Billy clapped and yelled, "Well done slave boy , well done. A natural if we ever saw one." they allowed, perhaps I was. I meant every thing I said to Master Earl and I would sign that contract to be his slave tomorrow. I looked into his eyes and they were watering up.

"Master's don't cry, Master Earl" I said joking.

"The hell they don't!" said Oscar, "The real ones do, the wannabes don't."

"How long will you be in training, Beau?"

"I don't really know. Master Jeb told me he wouldn't put me up for sale until I came to him and told him I was ready. I don't know."

"Took me three months." said Billy.

"Took me four months said Oscar but I had some major hang ups."

"Beau, do you want to take this letter to Master Jeb" Master Earl asked.

"No, Sir, I will if you order me to, but I feel it might be better if you presented him with it. I may need a little back up here to be creditable."

"That's a good point, Son, I think I'll call and have him over for breakfast tomorrow morning. You guys are staying over, right?"

"Are you kidding and miss what's gonna' happen next? Not on your life, Master. Yes, we'll be staying if I have to sleep in the damn car." Billy said.

"Is Beau always this full of surprises, Master Earl?" Oscar asked.

"So far he's averaged two every four hours," everyone laughed. "and we still haven't told you about last night." Master Earl added.

I opened my envelope and there was a letter to me and a photo. The photo was a duplicate of the one I had and I passed it around. I read the letter out loud,

Dear Beau,

If you're reading this I've probably passed on. Here's a book of my poetry. It's my gift to you for having taught me the craft. I've never shown it to anyone, not even my Master. Do with it as you will. They are very personal and are about two people: You and my Master.

This letter was in a secret drawer in his desk that he didn't know about. I have left a letter with the information about the hidden drawer with Master Jeb Henshaw with instructions not to divulge this information until you've had a chance to explore your need for control in a Master/slave relationship. Don't hate me for suggesting that you need to find out about that part of your personality.

Take a good look at my Master and ask yourself if you could serve and live your life to please this man. He needs someone exactly like you and you need someone exactly like him. Show him this letter and both of you sit down and talk. He was the love of my life and I wanted to make sure he had some happiness if I'm gone. He was wonderful to me but I wasn't really a good slave for him. He's a big, handsome man, and as you know I'm a runt. I was an emotional cripple and he nursed my soul back to health. I would trust him with my life.

However, I still can't tell him I love him. I can write it in a letter, but I can't tell him to his face, although he is the greatest love of my life. Didn't matter to him, he loved me unconditionally. You would be his prize, I know.

You're capable of great unconditional love. I know, you loved me and always unconditionally. Who could help love you? You will do anything for anyone who needs you and all I ever saw you ask is appreciation and respect. With Master Earl you'd have that and so much more; your cake and eat it, too. You will find he is the answer for your almost pathological need to serve.

I loved you and I know he will, too. Before you can do that, though, you must learn to become a slave. You are a natural. You'll learn more about that later. Ask Master's friend Billy. Ask Master, he will put you in touch with Master Jeb, the slave trainer, Master Jeb.

He's a wonderful man and I still love him very much. Take his training, acknowledge Master Earl's claim on you if he finds you worthy to become his slave, and begin a new life. A new way of living. You won't be sorry you did.

I'll never be far from you. Thank you for my life. I will always love you,

David (Wes)

I broke down again and there wasn't a dry eye in the room. Master Earl opened his letter and passed it to Billy to read aloud. He said he didn't think he could show as much strength as I did reading mine.

My Dearest Master, owner, keeper of my heart, caretaker of my soul, possessor of my love (Yes, all of those things.)

If you're reading this I've probably passed on. I haven't left you by any choice of my own. Please, believe that. Neither would I ever consider breaking my sacred bond to you. You have been the single most important person in my adult life. I love you like I have loved no other.

Funny, I can write it, but I wonder if I'll ever be able to say it to you. I've come to an understanding of why and will explain later in this letter. You've overlooked that inadequacy in me. You knew from the night you took me to dinner I fell in love with you. You were so good looking I could hardly say anything all evening. I thought anything I might say would sound stupid.

I told you that shit about not being for you so I wouldn't be disappointed when you didn't make a claim for me. Then to my amazement you did. Me, who had nothing to offer a man who had everything. I thought, well he just wants me for a domestic slave but I'll try to please him. Then when I came to live with you, I fell more in love with you but it seemed like I couldn't do enough for you to notice me.

I wanted to be happy being your domestic slave but I was weak. I got so lonely. That's why I was crying myself to sleep every night. The greatest single moment in my life was when you motioned for me to share your bed that night. It was an act of supreme compassion. It was an act of love. Your love has been unconditional and for that I love you even more. There is none other like you. There is, however, someone I want you to try to find for both of us.

You remember me speaking of my buddy in Vietnam. His name is Andrew Beaureguard James, Jr. I don't think I told you how we met but Beau cut me out of a cage the Cong had me in and helped me and five or six other guys escape to a nearby cave. He saved our lives. I was so afraid that night he held me, comforted me and we ended up making the sweetest love in front of six other guys. They never said a word. We didn't hold back either. Beau fucked the snot out of me as they watched.

It was almost like they were grateful for the entertainment. They all beat off while we were "plunged into a vortex of unmentionable passion." (Read that one time in one of those fifty cent fuck books) We finally got back to our division but it took us about a month. A lot happened to demoralize us but Beau was strong for all of us. He wouldn't listen to complaining or negative talk. We were going to make it or he was going to beat the holy shit out of each of us. (He could have, too!) We almost became more afraid of Beau than we were Charlie.

He knew what he was doing and got us all back safely. Every man that was with us fell in love with him and me. No one questioned our love. They all defended and protected us. To them, it seemed like the only thing that made an iota of sense in that hell hole was our love. I still love him, Master. It doesn't diminish the love I have for you. You know that anyway. My point in all this is Beau is meant to be your next slave.

Don't mourn for me too long. It hurts me to think you might. You have so much to give and even more to demand of a really fine slave. I was so blinded by your beauty I was bananas most of the time. I apologize for not being a better slave. In my defense, you spoiled me rotten. If I don't make it to heaven it will be okay.

My time with you was enough to sustain my soul for an eternity. My greatest wish is for you to find another slave that will bring you the dedication and admiration you so richly deserve. That's why you must find Beau. He has the heart of a slave. I have seen him do things for the least of men and all he asked is their appreciation and respect.

He has been highly decorated for bravery. He was and is embarrassed by such. I don't think he realizes his deep need to serve others will never bring him happiness until he understands where he belongs. He should belong to a good Master. You're that Master, Sir. He belongs by your side. A strong loving heart, a lovable clown, and more tender, understanding, giving love you will never find.

You were the physical and emotional pinnacle of love for me in this life; however, for your sake, I must tell you, Beau, was the most tender, gentle, sweetest, love I've ever known. I know you will feel the same about him. If you find him, please introduce him to Master Jeb. He will show him the way.

I have left him information about Beau and know in my gut my judgment

of Beau being a natural born slave will turn Master Jeb into a blood hound. I've also explained to him why I want him to look for Beau. It'sfor you. He may find him before you do but if you ever loved me, and I have no doubt, please, Master, make an effort. You won't be sorry you did.

There are a couple of things I have purposely left undone that will be taken care of by Master Jeb. The other envelope is for you but please surrender it to Master Jeb until certain things come to pass. Please honor my memory and grant me this indulgence, Master. It is for you and Beau I spin my web.

I know it's possible to grieve for someone a long time. I won't be so indelicate to suggest not to morn for me but there will come a time when you must set grief aside. I want, with all my heart, for you and Beau to bond in a Master/slave relationship. To do that you must let me go. If it comes to pass there will be no containing my spirit. I will dance all over God's heaven, that is, if he needs a slightly spoiled slave.

Beau once criticized a poem of mine and said "Brevity, brevity, brevity! See how much you can say with the least amount of words. It's not the words you put into the poem that makes it sing, it's the ones you leave out."

I have rewritten this letter four times and it can't be any briefer to say what I wanted to say. I just hope you can see the love coming through the words. I can write to you of the great love I've had for you but telling you is almost impossible for me. You have forgiven me a thousand times for that when I know there were tender moments you really needed to hear it.

God, as my witness, I felt it and wanted to shout the words but they wouldn't come. The harder I tried the more difficult it became. So you needed this letter to confirm what you already knew. There was a conflict within me because of the clause I stupidly insisted be in your contract. To tell you I loved you meant, I was, for that moment, your equal, to impress you of the importance, to me, of the words. I really didn't think it out.

My greatest fear after we bonded was that for even one moment, the length of time to utter the words, I would not be your slave. I never wanted to ever consider for even that length of time I wasn't your slave. I came to realize and accept I was not your equal by choice and I was so grateful for having made that choice I couldn't betray it for a moment.

That's what you meant to me. I could write the word I love you a hundred times but it will never express the love that story tells. In my heart I will always be your slave, I know you feel the same but there is much room in that big strong heart of yours to share your life with another.

Have Beau read you some of my poems some quite evening. They are unabashed love poems to the both of you and you know what, I did trust you Master. It took great strength and love to order me to do that. You turned my life around and taught me to stop feeling sorry for myself. I'm grateful and you never gave me reason to doubt you for a moment. I'm still your humble and loving slave.

Please Master, forgive me for leaving you.

I will always love you, your slave forever,

Wes

Everyone was dead quite for several minutes and then we all broke down again almost at the same time. We had been through an emotional ringer. We needed to get away from the heaviness.

"Master could I have your permission to get drunk?"

"Only, if we can join you?" Everyone laughed and we went to the kitchen for another drink. Master Earl excused himself to call Master Jeb to invite him to breakfast the following morning. I was left to talk to Billy and Oscar who were agog with what happened and the content of Wes's letters. How he planned this and the possibility that it may damn well come true. Master Earl dialed Jeb's number.

"Hello" It was Jeb.

"Good evening, Jeb. This is Earl."

"Well, it's good to hear your voice. How's my favorite graduate?" Jeb laughed at his joke.

"Thank you for that, Master Jeb. I'm fine, haven't been finer in a while."

"You know, of all people, I am thrilled to hear that, but tell me, Son, what has brought you such joy?" Jeb chided.

"Well, for one, a beautiful young man who is humble, courteous, I could go on with enough good words to sound like the definition of a boy scout who makes me laugh and has a big heart, the heart of a slave; a natural slave."

"I'd say that pretty well sums up my new initiate, Beau."

"Thank you for allowing him to come here this weekend. It has meant a great deal to me. I'm grateful."

"I thought you might find him interesting."

"Interesting? That kid has had me on an emotional roller coaster since he got here and none of it was his fault."

"Not to be indelicate but I might guess you're both exorcizing some ghosts."

"Yes, Sir, we are, but the ghost won and I can't say I'm sorry. It's been a great release that you must hear about. That's why I'm calling to invite you to brunch tomorrow around eleven, if your free."

"I'd enjoy that. Can I bring anything?"

"Just your sexy body ."

"By your command, Master Shaw." Jeb said laughing.

"Billy and Oscar are here for the evening. They've had a front row seat on this emotional roller coaster ride, and they would love to see you. So would Beau and I. We have some very strange, wonderful, miraculous things to tell you."

"That Beau and Wes were lovers in Vietnam?"

"Damn, you knew all along?"

"Yes, Earl, but I was sworn to secrecy until certain things happened and I knew from your hedging they had. It will be wonderful to finally talk to you about it."

"I should have known the Master of us all would know and, you know, I have no problem with that. Things are evolving as they should. I don't want to rush anything."

"We'll talk tomorrow. Thanks for calling."

"Good night, Master."

"Good night, my fellow Master, sleep well with your new slave tonight."

"Thank you, Jeb." Earl said quietly.

Earl put the phone down and stopped for a minute. He thought how fortunate he was to have a friend like Jeb and was once embarrassed to have anyone know he went through slave training; although, Jeb never told a soul. Your greatest fear was not that someone would find out you went through it, you were afraid they would find out you enjoyed it and fell in love with Master Jeb like a slave. I'm not afraid any more to admit I still love him. Master Earl returned to the kitchen where we were well on our way to happy time. He looked thoughtful yet relieved.

"How is Master Jeb?" Billy asked.

"He's fine and he'll join us tomorrow for brunch."

"Something wrong, Master?" I asked.

"Well, things keep getting stranger and stranger. I told him that we had some miraculous things to tell him and he answered, `That Beau and Wes were lovers in Vietnam?'"

There were noticeable gasps from the three of us.

"Then from the letter to you, Master Earl, Wes had set Master Jeb on the trail looking for Beau." Oscar deducted.

"That means Master Jeb and my meeting was not random. He came to the bar looking for me. I remember the door boy told me an older, fine looking gentleman was asking about me."

"Is that upsetting to you, Beau?" Billy asked.

"Not in the least as a matter of fact I'm deeply moved that someone, Wes or Master Jeb thought enough of me to drop their nets to find me. I'm overwhelmed and flattered."

"Well, I'm glad to hear that." said Billy

"Beside the result would be the same either way. I feel more certain every day I'm making the right decision and after my time with Master Earl it's chiseled in granite."

"Are you tired, slave boy?" Master asked putting his arms around me and kissing me on the forehead.

"I'm emotionally exhausted." I said laying my head on his big chest.

"Well how would you like to retire with your Master and relax in his arms?"

"That sounds wonderful Master but we have guest to think of."

"We're going to bed , too, Beau, so don't worry about us. Which bedroom, Master?"

"You guy bunking together? There's enough bedrooms for separate. Two upstairs, one larger down."

"We'll camp in the two uppers if that's all right?"

"There are clean sheets on the beds and towels in the night stands. Have a good night and we're glad you're here."

"Thanks, Master Earl, we wouldn't have missed this for the world and I would wish you a good night but why carry coals to Newcastle." Oscar said then laughed. We all hugged each other and Master Earl took me by my leash and gently led me to his bed. We got to the bedroom and I was a vegetable. He went to take my collar off and I asked if he would mind leaving it own. He kissed me and said he would.

"Now take your boots and chaps off." I didn't respond. He dropped to his knees in front of me and put one of my heavy boots on his upper leg and started undoing them. I became aware of what he was doing and got embarrassed.

"No, Master, please I can do that."

"Quiet, slave, sit there and let your Master take your boots off."

"Yes, Master." Tears started running down my face. "I'm sorry, Master."

"Listen to me, slave, that's enough, stop that. You haven't failed me. I'm doing something for you because I choose to and will from time to time. You need my help right now. I may be rusty as a Master but I know how to be humane." He had my boots off and stood me up and took off my chaps.

He snapped his fingers at the bed and I instantly hit the position. He had a towel in his hand and popped out my plug. Then made sure I was clean.

"Get in bed, Son, I'm going to check on our guest and I'll be right back."

"Yes, Master." He returned after a few minutes and I watched the most beautiful man in the world slowly undress in front of me. He was naked and I marveled how he looked more beautiful without clothes. Yes, losing my genitals would be a small price to pay to be owned by the most handsome man on the West Coast. I found myself thinking about how it might feel. As long as I could please him, what the hell did I care. He crawled in bed next to me and invited me into his arms. It was an invitation I couldn't refuse.

"If every day is like this one slave, there will never be a dull moment."

"I hope not, Master" And reached up to kiss him under his chin.

"Beau, I'm really taken with you. Oh fuck that, I'm falling in love with you. I never could beat around the bush."

"You amaze me, Master."

"How's that, Son?"

"You're not afraid to lay it on the line and neither am I. I know where I stand with you and don't have to second guess. So you don't have to second guess me, I'm very much in love with you. What I said earlier in front of Oscar and Billy I meant. If you make claim for me, I will acknowledge it with absolutely no reservations or hesitation, understanding and accepting your contract as presented to me to sign."

"Then, you're telling me, you would accept my claim and become my slave?"

"Yes, Master, I would, in a heartbeat."

"I have faith it will happen. You know what you need, slave?" "Master said kissing me behind the ear.

"Yes, Sir, I do. I know what would really relax me right now."

"Well, I'd be happy to relax you, Son. I could use a little bit of relaxing, too. How about a long, slow, gentle, deep fucking?"

"I'd appreciate that Master. It always makes me feel better to have you inside of me. Let me get around here to get some spit on you." I started lathering him up and smelled the leather he had been wearing and his clean male perspiration. I got carried away and cleaned his hairy balls. They tasted so good I almost couldn't stop but I knew he needed my butt.

I spit some more on his beautiful dick and returned to my position in front of him. He didn't asked if I was ready; he took control and took my ass in one strong swift stroke. The only way a Master should take his slave. Damn, this was the icing on the cake. He was true to his word and gave his slave the sweetest long, slow deep fucking I ever had. We heard whispering and Master turned away from me and spoke.

"Are you boys lost, have a bad dream or just want to watch."

"Oh, hell, Billy be honest with him."

"We just wanted to watch for a minute." Billy said.

"Well, come on in and make yourselves comfortable and watch me fuck my slave."

"You're a good Master, Master Earl." said Oscar.

"I can see Beau doesn't mind either" Billy giggled.

"Damn!" I said, "My cock gives me away every time"

"Feeling all right, Son?" Master Earl asked me.

"Better than all right, Sir, you feel terrific inside me."

"Could you give me a couple more of those good, long, slow, deep ones Master, they really relax your slave?"

"Glad to slave. This fuck's for you tonight, anyway." Billy and Oscar sat on the floor to get the best view of Master Earls big cock working slowly in my ass. Once in a while I would push back with my hips and slide down the shaft on my own to meet his gentle thrust.

"Well, Master Earl, I don't think your going to have to do a hell of a lot of training with this one. Looks like he's pretty good at using that little man-hole."

"Billy, really?" said Oscar. "Just watch and enjoy."

"You guys are welcome to watch, I'm not shy." I said "I'm so proud to have Master Earl inside me he could erect bleachers and sell tickets. He feels so good I wouldn't mind anyone watching me play catcher for him." Master nuzzled me behind the neck. I forgot about Billy and Oscar and allowed myself to drift on a gentle sea being lightly moved with the undulating motion of the waves.

The next thing I knew I woke up and Oscar and Billy were gone. Master Earl was breathing softly behind me with his dick still solidly lodged in my ass. I didn't want to wake him so I wiggled my butt down further on him. He woke for a moment took one long slow deep stroke in my ass and nibbled on my ear. He locked his arms around me and sunk it just a little deeper.

I looked up and whispered, "I love you, Master." He hooked his square jaw on my shoulder and kissed me on the cheek. He pulled almost all the way out and slowly sunk his big tool all the way to the base.

"What did that say to you, slave?" He whispered gently nuzzling me behind my ear with his bushy moustache.

"That my Master loves his slave."

"Exactly! I've fallen in love with my new slave. Now go to sleep, slave."

"Master?"

"Yes slave?"

"Could I have just one more?"

"Sure, Son."

"Ooooaaahhh, Thank you, Sir."

"Good night, Son."

"Good night, Master."

End Chapter 6~ The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com Visit website: http://www.asstr.org/~Waddie_Greywolf