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THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf
CHAPTER 26 ~ THE JOSHUA TREE
And when the Mormons had traveled across the desert they came to rest at
a place called "Squaw Tank." The rocks made a natural catch basin for rain
water and was backed up behind the rocks like a small, deep, natural pond.
They were running low on water and had begun rationing. They prayed to God
for a miracle to help them find water and they came upon "Squaw Tank."
They gave thanks and sung hymns of praise to God for saving them. The
Mormons remained there for several days and took advantage of the natural
wild buckwheat that they ground into flour and made buckwheat cakes. They
brewed a tasty tea from a natural indigenous herb that became known as
Mormon Tea.
They were fascinated by the unusual tall cactus growth that had not been
seen anywhere else on their journey. They named the large cactus with
upward pointing branches "The Joshua Tree" because it reminded them of
Joshua in the bible raising his arms toward heaven to pray. This cactus, a
relative of the familiar Yucca, is endemic only to that particular
elevation of the desert and is found nowhere else. The Journal of
James Redfeather~
Part I ~ The Power of Love
The next morning Will was a mess. He was racked by such pain he
couldn't get comfortable in any position. The Dungeon Master insisted we
keep our routine. There wasn't much we could do for him anyway. Big Jim
carried him to the downstairs bedroom where Master Jeb could sit with him
while we went to run and then to the gym.
He tried to eat something but couldn't. I propped him up using five or
six pillows so he was in the least discomfort. I gave him his medication
but it didn't seem to be doing anything. The resident had given me his
home phone number if I needed anything but I thought I'd call Yoshie
instead.
"Dr. Tagame."
"Please, Beau, Yoshie."
"Okay, Darlin.' Will's in great pain. I gave him the medication as you
prescribed."
"You gave him the medication? Let me give Dan a call and see what he
says about doubling up on the medication. I'll call you right back."
Yoshie was good to his word and called right back.
"Dan said double his medication for today only and see how he's doing
tomorrow. Drop back to one every four hours. Dan said to make him drink
lots of liquids because the medication tends to bind people up. Get him
all kinds of fruit juices and have some available for him at all times."
"Thanks Yoshie. We really appreciate your help."
"I have Wednesday off. Dad and I will drive over and check him out for
you."
"That would be swell. We'd love to see you again. My best to Master
Sam."
I gave Will another pill and told him we would be back to fix breakfast
in a couple of hours. He was comfortable with Master Jeb sitting with him.
He became fond of Master Jeb immediately. Who, the hell, wouldn't? The
man has my heart locked up in a small box. I'll always love him.
Will was getting exactly what he needed. Attention and care from some
powerful male personalities that exuded love and caring. Chief got up
early to check on him. He didn't realize Chief lived with us. Beryl and
Blaine came down to check on him and give him comfort. He loved the two of
them instantly.
The kid had good taste. He was agog over the giant and kept asking him
if he really was his Master now. The Dungeon Master assured Will he was now
his slave and would be until he was trained properly. Then he'd be sold or
transferred as property to a family member that might make a claim for him.
The Dungeon Master further explained that when Will said the words,
"Yes, Master, I do," in public with hundreds of witnesses he immediately
became the Dungeon Master's slave and in turn, the family's, personal
property. Will didn't ask for further details.
He simply accepted anything that came out of Big Jim's mouth as God's
gospel word. He was in pain but in love as well. All these fine looking
men doting over him. Showing him love. Just what the doctor ordered. Love
proved to be almost as strong as the pain medication.
He observed Blaine and me with our morning greeting ritual for all the
Masters present and was wowed. He was in tears after he saw that. I
remember the first time I saw Billy and Oscar perform the ritual with
Master Earl, I was blown away. I thought to myself, 'Now that's the way it
should be.'
Master Jim and I went for our run and Blaine started breakfast. Chief
left for work early as usual. He seemed okay from having gotten to bed so
late. He was in great spirits. I guess he just wanted to be included. He
was pleased everything went like clock work.
Chief was sorry for Will and what he suffered but at least he was alive.
He would mend in body, and we were damn sure going to see to it that he
healed in spirit. He became loved by everyone immediately. He was quiet,
unassuming, bright and mannerly. We loved him and he could do no wrong.
The second pill did the trick and he became a bit more comfortable. He
was able to eat a little. I found an old bed tray someone used once. It
was in the attic store room. I remembered seeing it when we were moving
some stuff around to make room for the Christmas decorations. I cleaned it
and it was perfect for feeding him in the bed. He wanted to come to the
table but I insisted he rest for the first couple of days until he was not
quite so sore.
In a way, Will felt like he died and went to heaven. He never mentioned
Brad's name unless it had to do with appearing in court. He had no fear as
long as we were behind him and we were to a man. We would be there to
witness what that ass hole did to him.
Big Jim made sure the initial medical exam got forwarded to the right
place at the Long Beach Police Department and followed up to make sure they
received it. They did and were grateful. Brad was still in jail. Good,
let him rot. He fucked with the wrong fairy and lost. That fairy, an
angel really, was Wes.
The Dungeon Master and I were in and out all day getting stuff done we
needed to accomplish. We were in great spirits we pulled off the rescue
with success but I was regretful I didn't move sooner. It happened so
fast, I moved as soon as I saw Will was in danger.
Master Jim said he was proud of me. That's all I needed, a pat on the
back from my Master for a job well done. I got more praise from everyone
including my other Master who stopped by on his way to work, in uniform, to
check on Will.
Poor Will couldn't believe when a super handsome, LAPD Motorcycle
Officer walked into his room, called him by name and asked how he was
doing. He didn't recognize Master Earl at first. He couldn't believe
Master Earl was a real cop. A motor officer at that.
When Master Earl hugged him, Will's face brightened as if an angel had
touched him. My Master was an angel in uniform. People would stop and
stare everywhere he went he was so handsome. He was the most arresting man
I ever met.
"Will, this is my other Master, Master Earl, who was with us yesterday
when we rescued you." Master Earl gave Will a big hug.
"Thank you, Master Earl." He said, "Beau, you're really lucky to have
three such wonderful men as Masters."
"I agree, little one, I love them all. You'll understand more about our
circumstances as we explain some things to you. It's not quite the way it
seems on the surface. There's more to this story than you see right now."
"It's all so new and wonderful to me. I never knew there were men like
you around, living as a family." He started crying again thinking of the
shit he had been through for the last three years. These men were Masters
but they weren't mean to their slaves, on the contrary, they were showing
real love for each other. There was no doubt who was Master and who was
slave but there was not the constant turmoil and pain, both physical and
mental, he was exposed to.
Brad was living proof not every fairy that buys a motorcycle and a
leather jacket understands what it means to be a Master. Unfortunately,
Brad had no love for himself. He hated who he was. He hated everything.
Like so many leather queens his attempts at becoming a Master became a
hopeless parody of masculinity.
If he wasn't so mean spirited one could almost feel sorry for him. He
saw life as one disappointment after another and felt it his duty to
provide the same for his slave. He was the type that would beat an animal
to death because it didn't performed to human expectations. He damn near
did beat an animal to death, genus: Homo sapiens; or if you will, Homohomo
sapiens.
In an open society you can't tell everyone how to live their lives.
Most are left to drift through life like bumper cars, hoping to get through
with the least bang ups as possible. If one turns out to be a Brad or a
complete Sociopath (no conscience as to their actions) and they act out, is
it their fault or the fault of a society that makes no effort to teach
basic living concepts? How to treat others? Manners, social graces,
whatever you want to call it.
It turns out, if we choose to have such freedoms then those who cannot
find their way are, indeed, responsible for their actions. If we have
these freedoms then we have choices. It becomes our choice to live with
anger, unhappiness, discomfort, and disappointment or to search for a
better way.
Unless someone learns to love themselves, learns who they are and
becomes comfortable with that, can they ever expect to give or receive
love. Modern Christianity perverted the aspect of being born again. To be
born again is to be reborn to the ability to give and receive love from
your fellow man. I was being reborn to the role and life of becoming a
loving and giving slave. The sense of freedom was overwhelming.
From the beginning of his physical recovery we began to work to heal
Will's damaged mental state and repair his self image. It became a day by
day process to understand and give him unconditional love. He was
responding much as I did when I met Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master; like
a duck to water.
He began to heal quicker than anyone expected due to both excellent care
and loving attention. That first week we never left him alone. If he
thought we were going to leave him by himself he got agitated. We didn't.
Yoshie and Master Sam dropped by for dinner Wednesday evening. Will was
stunned and wowed that his doctor was a slave and very much in love with
his handsome Master. To say nothing about the fact that his doctor was a
member of his new family and came for dinner as well. He was impressed.
Yoshie was amazed at the speed of Will's recovery from Sunday night. He no
longer needed the pain pills every four hours and would only take one if he
was truly uncomfortable.
Yoshie's comment, "Doctor Dan said it when you guys walked out, 'He's a
lucky little fellow. Those men know how to give him love. Never
underestimate the power of love, Yoshie.' Yoshie said he thought to
himself, 'If you only knew what I know about the power of love, Dan, and
the situation behind the rescue of this young man you would have to change
your pants.' Everyone broke up laughing.
Will slept every night between his new Master and his big brother and
didn't seem to prefer one over the other when it came to cuddling him at
night. He was an equal opportunity love. His whole persona was soaking up
his new life like a sponge. Master Jeb talked to him by the hour,
carefully leading him into the ways Will so longed to experience.
To experience the freedom and joy of being a good Master's slave. Will,
like so many, had just accepted to find any love as a slave he had to
suffer abuse and humiliation for no purpose. Chief began to work with him
using his newly learned skills at directing him toward what he wanted to
become.
Chief, like Master Jeb established for himself what Will truly wanted
for his life. Neither wanted to guide anyone into something they were
unsure of. With Will, there was no doubt in his mind what he wanted.
Especially with the introduction to these men who promised a life as a
slave he could never have imagined.
A life of serving another man, being respected and loved for his
efforts. A concept almost unimaginable to him before last Sunday. What a
horrible thing to have to have to accept incomplete pieces of love, bits at
a time from a self centered, uncaring, sadistic bastard. There are those
who seek that. Their level of sublimated homosexual guilt is so deep, if
they can't inflict misery on themselves, they find someone who will.
He began to refer to Big Jim as the Dungeon Master, even though he
hadn't seen the dungeon. It was explained to him it was a title of honor
and respect within the family. The Dungeon Master was responsible for the
care and training of new slaves.
"Then are you a new slave, Beau?"
"Yes, Little Brother, now you began to see why I have two Masters?"
"Yes, I do. Then there might be a possibility I may have two Masters
sometime. Master Jim and another Master who might make a claim for me?"
"That's the way it works. Right now, you're under the protection of
four pretty powerful Masters who want nothing but he best for you. Master
Beryl is our family or clan leader. You're under his protection. The
you're also under the protection of Master Jim, Master Jeb and Chief.
Chief's a Master but he'll ask you to call him Chief. He know's you mean
Master Chief when you call him Chief.
I've become a full fledged slave through ceremony, recognized by our
family. I'll be put on the market and sold in approximately two weeks.
Hopefully, Master Earl will win the bid and I'll become his slave for life;
however, there's a small chance he won't win the bid and I'll have to
become another man's slave. I'll be disappointed but I'll have to adjust
and learn to serve and love my new Master."
"You and Master Earl belong together, Beau. I've seen how he looks at
you and you look at him. You're both gah-gaa over each other."
"Is it that noticeable, Sprout?" I smiled, knowing he was dead on.
"Uh-huh." He smiled knowing I knew.
"Who is this Master I'm suppose to fall in love with, Beau?"
"I can't tell you. Nature has to take it's course. He doesn't know
about you either. You'll discover each other at the same time."
"When will I meet him?"
"Not for a while." (Well, next weekend WAS a while away.) "You want to
be healed and ready to serve him don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Beau, sure I do."
"Can I go with you and the Dungeon Master this weekend to meet more of
the family? I'm feeling a lot better."
"Well, that'll have to be your Master's decision but I'll respectfully
request consideration on your behalf if you wish?" We planned to take him
anyway.
"Oh, please, Beau, I want to meet this family. Please, I'll ask him,
too. He's easy to talk to. He listens to me and encourages me. I would
never be afraid of him even if he does make four of me. In the bar that
afternoon a voice told me to trust him, it was important."
"Wes." I thought. "I know what you mean, Sweetheart, he's a wonderful
man and you never have to fear telling him the secrets of your heart. Nor
Master Jeb, nor Chief for that matter."
"I can tell you anything, too, can't I, Beau?"
"Yes, you certainly can, we all love you."
By Friday Will was down to a couple of pain pills a day and was up and
around the house all day. He was beginning to eat and regain his sense of
humor. He was becoming a joy to everyone; especially Master Jeb and Chief.
They fell in love with the little shit. He was another like Allen. You
couldn't help fall in love with him. I laughed to myself. Master Zack
won't know what hit him. Poor man, he doesn't stand a chance.
Will was treated like any other slave. He was not allowed to wear
clothes in the house and cried when the Dungeon Master and I brought home
his own collar with dog tags stating who he belonged to. He was so proud
of the little tag stating he was the slave of the Dungeon Master "Big Jim"
of the Clan Mc Innis.
He hugged and kissed Big Jim and thanked him numerous times. He began
to perform the ritual greeting even though it was hard for him to get down
and up. Every Master patiently waited and sometimes gave him a hand up to
show him love. He was on his way.
We talked to Yoshie, who confirmed with Dan, we could wait until Monday
to bring Will in for his check up. The blood was almost gone from his eyes
and he was getting around much better. Dan said sure. Yoshie told Dan he
would be with Will part of the weekend.
Yoshie let his hair down with Dan later. Dan and his slave of ten years
came into the family about six months later. He was one of the most
lovable Masters in the family. You'd never guess he was as top notch
doctor to see him and his slave on his Harley.
Even with the added responsibility of Will, the Dungeon Master and I
managed to keep our schedule including hell Fridays. I didn't mind, I was
so looking forward to the weekend that nothing could bring me down. We did
a lot of extra shit for the owner of the gym that morning preparing him for
the weekend.
He couldn't believe it. He couldn't thank us enough. Big Jim took the
opportunity to ask him if we might bring a third person to help and work
out with us. The owner said sure, no problem. I knew what the Dungeon
Master had in mind. He was going to start building Will like he did me.
I was so happy with my image in the mirror I said a prayer of thanks for
Big Jim every time I looked. I would've never done it on my own. With a
slave driver behind me I did it and was proud of myself.
Big Jim teased me mercilessly about the coming weekend. I never said a
word about it. That's how he knew I was looking forward to it with eager
anticipation. He could read me like a fucking book. Every time he
mentioned Master Zack's name he watched me turn beet red. He would do it
just to watch me change colors like a fucking chameleon.
Then he would slap his leg, roar with laughter and point his finger at
me. He was so cruel but he made me laugh at myself. He never just said
"Zack" as one Master might refer to another, it was always "Master Zack!"
"Master Zack" this and "Master Zack" that until I got an erection and then
he would go nuts laughing at me.
I hated him. I loved him. What'a ya' gonna' do when someone gets your
number and nails it to the restroom wall? Just laugh at yourself. Go with
it! The funniest thing was, he was dead on and he knew it. He knew I was
really fond of Master Zack and we established a Master/slave friendship
bond that was meaningful to both.
The Dungeon Master was exercising his little boy that was teasing his
little brother for having a crush on a kid at school. What does the little
brother feel? Mortified, embarrassed, he loves his brother but hates him
at the same time. There you have it, I could have killed him and told God
he died.
"Beau, how did you get a body like that?" Will asked.
"Courtesy of the Dungeon Master, Will. You'll look better than me when
he gets through with you. Then we'll take you back to that bar in Long
Beach and parade you in front of that son of a bitch, Brad. We'll rub it
in his face what a real Master can do with love and training of a good
slave. That is if he ever gets out of jail." Will and I laughed.
"I'll wear my slave collar with you. We'll let everyone know you're my
little slave Bro and I'm your big slave Bro. Then we'll rub it in his face
that your big slave Bro whipped his nelly ass and if he ever tries anything
he'll get his ass kicked again." Will really enjoyed that scenario. We
both did.
"You're proud to be a slave aren't you, Beau?
"You betch'um, Kiddo."
"I want to be proud, too."
"I promise you, you will be. Do you believe me?"
"I'd believe anything you guys tell me. You've neither lied to me nor
even misled me."
"You will walk tall, Will, as a good man's slave. You will walk tall
being the Dungeon Master's temporary slave. He takes his responsibilities
seriously and loves you very much. He will expect the best from you
including your love.
Why, only this morning he made arrangements with our gym owner to bring
you to help with maintenance and work out with us. He's all ready planning
for your future. He'll wait until you're healed though. He won't ask more
of you than you can do but he will demand and won't accept less than your
best."
About that time the Dungeon Master came into Will's downstairs bedroom
with a couple of packages. One was a couple pair of "Tuff Nuts" overalls
like he and I wear and several pair of socks. Will started crying and I
motioned to Big Jim to comfort him. He didn't hesitate.
"Listen to me, Son. You're my slave now and I'm gonna' take care of
you. We all are. You have family now. I told you Sunday in that bar I
would never hurt you, didn't I?"
"Yes, Dungeon Master." He sniffled.
"I meant what I said, Sprout." Big Jim said forcefully. "Trust me."
"I love you, Master Jim." Will said as he threw his arms around the
Dungeon Master's big neck.
"Well, you know I love you too, Scamp. Now let's see if you can get
into these. We want our new slave to look like we love him and are taking
good care of him, don't we? Especially, if we're gonna' introduce him to
his new family." His face brightened.
"I'm gonna' get to go with you guys?"
"Yes, both doctors cleared it. We'll take you in Monday for your check
up." said the Dungeon Master.
Part II ~ Wild Buckwheat
The Dungeon Master borrowed Chief's truck to take us to the desert.
Will had come a long way but he couldn't have managed the trip on the back
of a bike. His bike was with Dirk who was checking it out and tuning it up
for him, no charge.
It was a wonderful afternoon as we drove to the desert. We left the pad
in the back for Will but he insisted on riding up front between us. He
beamed, he was so happy. Every now and then Master Jim would rub his head
and he would just smile at him. I had given him a new recruit hair cut.
It would only be closer if I shaved it. The Dungeon Master did the same
for me. We looked like Big Frick, Little Frack and of course giant economy
size Frack.
We had on the same make overalls with no shirts and bandanas tied on our
heads. We looked hot but we somewhat resembled those little Russian dolls
you fit a smaller one inside a larger one inside a larger one inside a
larger one...! He was so proud to be dressed like the big guys. He was
included. He belonged.
The Dungeon Master bought Will's overalls a size larger than we measured
him. He liked the comfort of the extra room and he looked so fucking hot I
couldn't keep my hands off him. I wouldn't let him wear underwear and Will
would giggle like a school boy when the Dungeon Master or I would run our
hands down inside to play with him. He loved it from both of us.
The Dungeon Master wanted to arrive a little early in case we had any
complications with Will. I didn't foresee any but it never hurts to be
safe. We left about two-thirty in the afternoon and got to Master Zack's
small ranch in Joshua Tree around four. It was unbelievable. It was
completely hidden among these huge boulders that had to be thirty to forty
feet high.
It was a full five acres inside the round area created by the huge
rocks. To enter the property you had to drive in between these two huge
boulders that were only about twenty feet apart. Master Zack built a ten
foot high wall all the way across the space and you had to open two six
foot wide gates to drive in.
Once the gates were closed the only way out was to walk between the
boulders. It gave you a feeling of complete privacy. Master Zack's house
was a rambling concrete block home with a second story on one end with six
extra bedrooms. Each with a full bath. There was a huge natural swimming
pool made from the natural rocks of the desert. Beautifully done with two
spas.
A small one was attached to the pool but there was a much larger one,
huge, further away in the corner of two of the giant rocks. It spilled
it's waters into a small man-made waterfall which ran down a fifteen foot
stream into the main pool. It was a beautiful natural setting. All neat
as a pin. The place looked like Master Zack should live there. Button
came out of the house yelling at the top of his lungs.
"It's Beau and the Dungeon Master, Dad. Come on, Dad."
Button didn't have a lick of clothes on. Just his collar and his
medallion. I warned Will about Button not having a dick and he didn't seem
upset about seeing Button in the raw. Button went through the ritual
greeting with Master Jim, hugging and kissing him. Next he ran and jumped
in my arms, hugged and kissed me. He was still wearing his magic
medallion.
"Button this is our new slave, Will."
"Hello, Button, good to meet you." Will stuck out his hand. Button took
one look at Will and jumped for his arms. He could see the tape and
bandages. He hugged Will gently and kissed him.
"Welcome brother, to our home." Will was impressed.
Master Zack came out of the screen door to the porch of the house to
greet the Dungeon Master and saw me helping Will across the way to the
house. I fell to my knees in front of Master Zack and lovingly kissed his
boots. We completed the ritual by hugging and kissing for a long minute or
so. He was glad to see me. The Dungeon Master spoke,
"Master Zack may I present our new family slave, Will." He snapped his
finger at Will to kneel. Will was already on his way down. He lovingly
kissed Master Zack's boots, found his hand and kissed it gently, then moved
it to his forehead.
"Arise handsome slave...!" He didn't finish. He held Will at arms
length looking at his bandages and then deep into his eyes and said,
"Welcome home, Son." He hugged and kissed Will tenderly. Will started
crying in his arms and he comforted him. "There's no one here who will
harm you, Son. You're welcome here, you're a member of our family, no one
will ever hurt you again."
"Thank you, Master Zack, I'm proud to be here. Thanks for letting me
come."
"Make yourself at home, Lad. Anything you need, ask, understand?"
"Yes, Sir, Master Zack." Zack helped Will into the house and got us all
a cold glass of iced tea to drink. Damn, it was good. He came around
behind me and ran his hands down inside my overalls and found my cock and
balls. He hugged me up to him and kissed me on the neck while he gently
played with old swinger and my balls. He got me harder than a rock in
seconds. He looked at the Dungeon Master who had a shit eating grin on his
big ugly face and winked.
"You been taking care of this slave, Dungeon Master?"
"Not as much as I'd like, Master Zack. He's had a full plate lately
taking care of our new slave and everyone else too but he's done one hell
of a job and we're all proud of him."
"He needs to be drained good a couple of times. He needs a whip taken
to that butt. Get some meanness out a' him." allowed Master Zack.
God, the way that man talked could get me instantly hard and keep me
that way for hours. My old dick would soil my overalls with drool spots.
Good thing I was made to run around in the nude most of the time.
"We were kind a hoping you'd do that for us this weekend, Whip Master.
He's developed a powerful mean streak to him. May take a couple of
sessions to get it all out." He winked at Master Zack.
"I think we might be able to get that meanness out of him this weekend.
I've got a nice whip in my dungeon with his name on it." Master Zack said
in mock seriousness.
"I'd really appreciate it, Master Zack. It's hell to be a good slave
with a powerful built up mean streak." We all laughed.
"Damn, it's good to see you again you little shit." He winked at Will
and Master Jim.
"You don't how good it is to be here and see you again, Master Zack.
The cherry on top is I get to be your slave for the whole fucking weekend.
I've been looking forward to this day for weeks."
"I've heard nothing else for the last week." The Dungeon Master rolled
his eyes. We all laughed.
"No more glad than we are, right Kiddo?" He put his arm around Button.
"Really, Beau, it's all either of us have talked about for the last two
weeks." We all laughed again.
We were the first to arrive but it wasn't long before the entire
fam-damily started arriving.
"Earl's not coming 'til tomorrow morning. Everyone else should be here
this evening sometime. You've heard Breed is back with his new Master?" A
chill ran through my body.
"Oh, God!" I cried "I don't know if I can face that man."
"Of course you can, Beau. You have all of us that love you dearly, take
strength from that." Master Zack surprised me with that. He put his arm
around me and pulled me close. I thanked him and hugged him.
"Now tell me handsome young slave how you happen to be all bandaged up."
Master Zack spoke to Will.
"My last Master did this to me, Master Zack." A tear ran down Will's
cheek.
"Beau, the Dungeon Master, and their friends rescued me. They're taking
care of me. I belong to them now. See, I have a tag on my collar that says
I belong to the Dungeon Master, "Big Jim", of the Clan Mc Innis. The
Dungeon Master and Beau saved my life. How can I ever repay them, Master
Zack?" He started crying again, Master Zack put his arms around him
comforting him and kissed him.
"There, there, little one, knowing these men the way I do they don't
want thanks they just want your love. You give them that and that's all the
thanks they need."
"Amen to that, Master Zack. Well said, Sir." added the Dungeon Master.
Will was enchanted by the man, I could tell. He couldn't take his eyes off
Master Zack. Zack couldn't take his eyes off Will; although, he tried for
Button's sake. He couldn't do enough for Will or me for that matter. I
was glad to see the chemistry taking place. Wes knew what the fuck, he was
doing.
Button showed Will and I where to undress. He left us to undress and I
helped Will off with his boots and overalls. Master Zack wanted us in
chaps, boots and vests for the desert. I had seen Will in his chaps at the
bar but didn't really notice how well made they were and how well they fit
him. His little ass stuck out like two bowling balls in a gunny sack.
Sweet Jesus, the kid had a nice butt. I started getting hard looking at it
and laughed. He noticed my erection
"Damn, you have a good size dick when you get erect, Beau. How come
you're getting excited?"
"Want me to be honest?"I smiled at him.
"Sure, I always do. You always are."
"It's that little butt of yours that's causing this." I grabbed him and
played with his little ass and he played with mine. He felt my plug for
the first time.
"Holy shit, that's a big plug. You wear that all the time?"
"Yep! The Dungeon Master put it in me the first night I met him and it
hasn't been out since. Except for necessaries." I laughed "And, when they
want to use it."
"Will I get one, too?"
"Probably, they'll start you with a smaller one and work your way up."
He started getting an erection from the talk.
"Master Zack is a very handsome man, Beau, in a rugged masculine way."
"Oh, you really think so? I hadn't noticed but I guess he has a certain
appeal." The kid looked at me and smiled this knowing grin.
"Like hell!" Was all he said. I loved him, he had a sense of humor.
"Handsome?" I said, "He's fucking, drop dead gorgeous and you know it!"
We both fell out laughing so hard it hurt his ribs. I helped him on with
his chaps and vest. Managing to get it over his cast and rehang his arm
sling. The vest hid some of his bandages. He looked hot. Especially that
ass.
Oh, Momma, that little ass! I knew it would do the trick. Master Zack
was a dead man. Once he caught sight of that sweet little ass, it's all
over but the transfer ceremony. So much for slave Beau. I couldn't have
been more happy. We all ready had our collars on before we left. We
walked back in the room and Master Zack whistled.
"Dungeon Master, what have you been doing with this slave? Vest off
slave." Master Zack motioned to me. I obeyed. He walked over and turned me
around himself and whistled again.
"Those tits are just about ripe for ringing, Dungeon Master. Damn, you
mean this cake of beef is all mine for the weekend? Worth twice the price
I paid, at least."
Then he turned to Will and looked him up and down. He turned Will
around and I heard him suck in air at the first sight of Will's butt. He
grinned at me like a dirty old man. He took Will's dick and balls in his
hand and gently closed it around them. Master Zack looked deeply into
Will's non-fearing eyes and spoke softly,
"Welcome Home, Son." He grabbed Will and hugged him again.
"It's good to be home, especially in your arms, Master." Who told the
kid to say that? I didn't. That damn Wes. I just knew it. I laughed to
myself. Had to talk to that kid about where that came from? Hell, I
didn't have to, I knew. The Dungeon Master looked at me and rolled his
eyes and I just shrugged. We were both laughing our ass's off inside. He
mouthed the name 'Wes', I shook my head affirmative and we both went off
again.
Dirk and Allen were the next to arrive. They hadn't been to the desert
a lot. They were still in their giddy phase. They greeted everyone.
Allen did his ritual with the two Masters. Dirk hugged and kissed me after
my ritual with him. Kissed me a good one, too.
Once again the Dungeon Master introduced Will as our new family slave.
Will kneeled in front of the huge, mean looking bear and completed his
ritual. He found two massive hands under him lifting him gently to his big
chest. Dirk kissed him gently and spoke in his ear.
"Welcome to our family slave-boy, no one will hurt you here." Will was
agog. The fine looking bear of a man seemed to know him and was treating
him like a relative.
"Master Dirk has your bike at his shop. He's the top Harley Mechanic in
Southern Calif. He's checking it out and tuning it for you." I told him.
He hugged Big Dirk again and thanked him. He had Dirk's heart in the palm
of his hand. Allen came over and kissed him and hugged him gently.
"Your last Master?" Allen asked knowingly. Will nodded sadly. "Won't
happen in this family, trust me, Kid." Will smiled to hear that. Allen
went to take his clothes off.
Bull and Charlie were the next to arrive and Will was really taken by
the two of them. He couldn't believe Charlie was a slave. Charlie was a
different man. He carried himself proudly and had much more self
confidence. He was beginning to bloom as a slave. He was much more self
assured with his Master. He learned that Bull wasn't going to arbitrarily
dump him if he made mistakes in learning to be a slave. He could deal with
the aspect of punishment for his mistakes but he couldn't abide the thought
of losing Bull. Their relationship was secure for many, many years.
When Will went through the ritual with big Bull he was shaking. He was
actually frightened by Bull. Bull fell to his knees and looked at Will.
With tears in his eyes Bull spoke softly to Will,
"Good thing I wasn't there to see that guy do this to you, Son, he'd be
dead right now and I'd be in jail. Now, stop your shaking and give this old
man a good kiss. Show me some love, Boy." Will stopped shaking and threw
his arms around Bulls neck and kissed him passionately. I think he was
surprised that Bull didn't hold back.
Big Beryl and Blaine arrived next. Will was so glad to see them he
almost hurt himself getting to his knees in front of Master Beryl. After
the ritual Beryl helped him up and held him.
"Glad to see you're feeling better, youngster. You had us worried there
for a while." Will kept hugging and kissing Beryl. Beryl fell in love with
him just like the rest of us. When Blaine came out of the bedroom with his
clothes off Will was kind of shocked. I warned Will but either he forgot
or it was a bigger shock than he anticipated. Blaine simply walked up,
took his hand and put it right on his cunt.
"My old man over there wanted me to have a cunt. That's why I'm this
way, Will. I don't regret it for a minute. I'm his slave and I want to
please him." Will smiled and asked innocently.
"How does it feel when you're getting fucked by your Master, Blaine?"
"It's the only way I can come, Will and that old man fucks me so good he
gets me off every time. It feels fucking wonderful to have him up there
inside me rooting around. It gives him one more hole to pleasure him.
Isn't that what a slave's for?"
"Oh, yes, Blaine, I'm almost envious." Blaine hugged him and kissed him.
"Well, later this weekend I'll tell you the 'hole' story." Blaine
laughed. Will wasn't so surprised by Allen.
Then everyone began to arrive. Master Bert, Oscar and Billy arrived. I
prepared Will and he handled them better than Blaine for some reason. In
fact he was turned on by Billy. Just like I was. I told him who Billy was
and he remembered him from the muscle magazines.
"Clancey McGee. I can't get over it. It's really him. I jacked off to
his picture many times, Beau."
Sarge came stomping in puffing on a big stogie with Titus on a leash.
Button ran to the both of them and fell to his knees in front of Sarge. He
completed the ritual, Sarge grabbed him up in his arms, hugged and kissed
him. Titus did the same. Button was in heaven with the two of them there.
Sarge came over to me and let me go through the ritual with him, hugged and
kissed me hard.
"It's damn good to see you slave. How ya' been, Stud?"
"Fine, you sweet old man." I said laughing.
"Shhhhh! Don't spread that around." He said with a wink. I hugged and
kissed Titus.
"And, who do we have here?" Master Zack showed up behind Will with his
hand on his shoulder
"Sarge, may I present the family's new slave, Will." Master Zack snapped
his fingers at Will to kneel. He completed the ritual and Sarge hugged and
kissed him gently.
"If I'd a' been there when this happen to you, Son, your ex-Master would
be one dead motherfucker." Will was impressed, hugged and kissed Titus as
well. He was really impressed by Titus. More family was arriving by the
hour. This made a huge impression on Will.
"All these folks are your family, Beau?"
"Correction, Will, our family. They're your family, now, as well."
I saw a Harley pull up out front I recognized. It was Breed and the big
man next to him on a big Chopper Hog was Joshua Cochran. God , he was
better looking than I remembered. No wonder Breed gave up being a Master
to become his slave. Dick or no dick, he was one rough, rugged, handsome,
mean looking, son of a bitch.
My heart flew to my throat. I didn't tell Will about Josh Cochran. I
didn't bring his cock along. It was still in my Master saddle bags on his
bike. As if an answer to an unspoken prayer Master Earl pulled up next to
Breed and greeted him. I watched as Breed introduced his new Master Josh
Cochran.
Josh snapped his fingers at Breed to kneel before Master Earl. He went
through the ritual with my Master and then they kissed and hugged. They
walked into the house, Breed saw me, ran to me to hug and kiss me. He
looked at Will.
"Blake?"
"Yes, Breed, it's me." Breed gently hugged and kissed Will and they
cried in each others arms.
"My new Master is your old platoon leader Joshua Cochran." Will went
white.
"Oh, my God, I heard he died. We both got shot up at the same time and
they sent me home." cried Will. Josh Cochran walked up with my Master. I
fell to my knees to perform the ritual with my Master. I was all ready
crying because he arrived at the same time. Wes to the rescue again.
I fell to my knees again in front of Josh Cochran and couldn't kiss his
boots I started sobbing so hard. The next thing I knew he was on his knees
holding me. Through my tears I kept telling him,
"Master Cochran, I'm so sorry. I'm so ashamed. I'm so fucking ashamed.
I failed you, Sir! Oh God, Master Cochran, I failed you. Forgive me,
please. Oh God, I beg you to forgive me. I hurt inside so bad, Master
Cochran. It hurts!"
The fucking gut wrenching pain came back. It was the worst pain I've
experienced in my life. From the bottom of my gut there was this pit that
opened that was trying to swallow my soul. I felt for a minute it just
might.
I could see his handsome masculine face that day I cauterized his wound.
Even though I shot him up with morphine and gave him a joint of killer weed
he was still in agony. In the field you learned to improvise. We really
didn't have time to do a lot of patching because of the sheer number of
wounded.
You did what you could and some you just had to leave behind.
Cauterizing a wound in the field was hard because you had no source of heat
to sear the flesh. Some guys took to smoking cigars as a last stop measure
to cauterize small areas. Trouble was the blood would most times put out
the stogie.
I complained to a buddy of mine who sent me a small, thick plastic disk
about the size of a fifty cent piece with concentric circles running around
one side. He explained that it was a miniature 'Fresnel Lens' that
concentrated the sun's rays to several thousand degrees centigrade almost
instantly.
It would start a fire in a solid block of wood in seconds. I kept it on
my dog tags constantly for just such an occasion. I could aim the beam and
watch as the heat cauterized the flesh just to the point of ceasing the
blood flow. I basically cooked his flesh around the area. It worked fast
and was efficient. It got to where many field corpsmen wore them. Before
I started he asked my name.
"Rabbit, Sir, Ber'Rabbit!"
"No, Son, your real name."
"Beau, Sir."
"Beau, kiss me! That's an order, Son!" I kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't be afraid, Son,....to get through this together I need your love
right now so Goddamn it, Beau, kiss me!" I kissed that beautiful man like
he would be the last man I ever kissed on this Earth. I let him know in
that kiss I was going to hurt him beyond anything he could imagine. Tears
were coming to my eyes and his to. We stopped and I was embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed, Son,...I ordered you to do it! Anyone give's you
any shit or says anything bad you tell them I forced you. And buy the way,
Beau,...thanks."
As I held the lens he knew what I was doing and the pain in that area of
his body made it excruciating. He never once cried out. He never even
winced. I thought he was going into shock. He wasn't. I wanted to scream
for him. I wanted to hit him to make him scream.
I hated what I was having to do to this big, beautiful man. I hated him
for not screaming. I hated me for having to cook the flesh of his body
while his cock lay limp and dying by the minute in the pocket of my field
jacket. Still, I burned to stop the bleeding. Tears came to my eyes and
clouded my vision as I was working.
He saw me in pain. He saw me wipe away the tears so I could see what I
was doing. The tears wouldn't stop coming. The big son of a bitch reached
out and gently placed his hand on my shoulder to calm me. He moved it
behind my head to rub me and gently squeeze the back of my neck.
Lt. Cochran spoke slightly above a whisper, "It's horrible, Beau, but
it happened. You're saving my life. Be strong for me, Brother. Be strong
for both of us. Save my life, Beau. I can live without a cock." I
immediately pulled myself together and finished. I didn't have time to
indulge my soul in grieving nor the luxury of tears.
He was the strong one. He will always be the greatest hero of my life.
What can you say of any man that could endure such pain and reach out to
another in distress. Christ was reported to have done so on the cross.
Joshua Cochran did it in the stinking jungles of Vietnam.
For his simple act of courage I loved him then and the love I still felt
for him today came pouring out of every pore of my body. I will carry the
love and honor I have for that man every day of my life. I would gladly
hang every fucking medal I have around his neck to show my respect.
"Beau! Beau! Beau! My Sweet Baby, Brother. It wasn't your fault.
You did what you could. They damn near court marshaled your ass for saving
me and you're asking my forgiveness? What's wrong with this picture, Beau?
It was their fault for not caring and you couldn't make them care.
The nurses told me the trouble you got yourself into for me. I'm so
grateful just to be alive, my Brother. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't
for you, Beau. You got yourself into a mess of trouble trying to get even
one of those ass hole doctors to at least try to re-attach my dick.
The nurses showed me the reg's, Son. They spoke in revered whispers,
repeated to me every word and name you called those fucking doctors. You
not only were a hero to me but those nurses idolized you. They knew the
minute they got a patient from the field if you were the one to take care
of the man.
They whispered your name in reverence behind the backs of those doctors.
You were a pain in the doctors ass's but the nurses loved you. When I read
those fuckin' field reg's I couldn't believe it. Fighting for my country,
my ass." He exclaimed with tears streaming down his handsome face.
"You were the only one of my fucking, fellow countrymen that fought for
me or ever gave a shit about me and for that, I will be eternally
grateful." He cried as hard as I did or harder. Breed was crying, Will
took Josh's hand and Josh pulled him and Breed into our small circle.
Blaine came up and Chief who just arrived. We were all crying our hearts
out. Josh recognized Will and hugged him next. He spoke to Will.
"You're the only person out of my Platoon I ever cared to see again and
here you are. How can that be? Blaine, Chief? Beau, Breed? Will, and
Breed told me Cowboy is a member of your family? What's going on here?"
"We may have an explanation for you and Breed a little later when you
have a chance to unwind." said Master Earl.
We continued to cry and hold each other. There was not a dry eye in the
house. Master Zack was behind Will and me, with his arms around us. My
Master, Master Jim, Big Beryl, Bull, Charlie, Sarge and Titus were all
surrounding us, enveloping us with their arms and love.
It was one of the most emotional, powerful moments of my life and I was
determined to get rid of the hurt. The pain in my gut kept twisting around
like it was caught in the wheel of a bike. You couldn't get it loose and
knew at any moment you were going to die.
At that moment I didn't care, I only knew I could find release in Joshua
Cochran's big loving, forgiving arms and I was going to take advantage of
it. I couldn't keep doing this to myself. I couldn't keep living with the
pain. I suddenly realized my fear of him was because he embodied the
horror of those years. I carried a part of him around with me. I had no
peace, no resolution of the dominant to the tonic, because that part of him
had no resolution.
I very well could have died from that pain it hurt so badly. I finally
grabbed my gut and fell into a fetal position with Josh still holding me.
Soothing me. Everyone had a hand on us to heal and add their flow of love
and understanding into all of us. It was working.
I saw the empty faces of hundreds of beautiful young men of all colors
and backgrounds pass before my mind and knew I was saying goodbye to each
of them once more for the final time and ask that they please, please say a
prayer for me because I just ain't that good and need all the fucking help
I can get. Please forgive me, I just couldn't keep them alive anymore. It
was just too much. I had to let go. I had to let go to live. I started
saying out loud,
"I have to let go. I have to let go of you. I can't keep you alive
anymore. I have to go on. Please let me go. I loved you all but please,
please let me go."
They all gave me the thumbs up, a heartbreaking warm smile and waved
goodbye as they turned and walked away, en mass. They were going. They
were good men. Everyone more beautiful than the next. The pride of a
generation. The seed of tomorrow, stilled. They didn't want to see me
suffer any more.
They loved me. They loved me for being there for them in their final
moments and only wanted me know they loved and appreciated me for caring. I
watched them walk into the mist and I was alone. Alone. I couldn't see
another face. They were gone. I was alone. I was free.
My stomach stopped hurting. I stopped crying. I looked up into the
tear stained face of Josh Cochran and kissed him gently on the lips. He
kissed me back. Then he held me tight and rocked me back and forth in his
big arms.
"Thank God, it's over for you, Beau. I felt the moment you let go. Let
them go, Beau! They're at peace. You be at peace. Let them sleep now.
Leave them to their rest."
Part III ~ And He Shall Be Made Whole
We collected ourselves and I asked the Dungeon Master if I could have a
stiff drink. He said he'd get it for me. He asked Zack for anything with
vodka. A double shot. Everyone else had a drink, too, except Will. I
wouldn't let him drink while taking medication. He wasn't disappointed.
I saw Master Earl ask Master Zack where I would be staying the night.
He brought a couple of my things he wanted to leave for me. He told me
later he wasn't coming until tomorrow morning to let Zack have a
comfortable evening with me but Wes told him to come and bring the 'Baby.'
He planned to keep a low profile.
I told him his timing couldn't be more perfect and I would let Master
Zack know I was totally his for tonight. Zack showed him to his bed room
where I would be staying. I went to him.
"Master Zack?"
"What, my handsome slave" He watched my dick get hard.
"I see I still got it, Kid." He laughed.
"You always will, Master Zack. You keep calling me 'slave' the way you
do and I'm butter on you toast." We both laughed again.
"Now what did you need, slave?"
"Could I have your permission to take Breed and Blaine into your bedroom
and lock the door for a few minutes. I think you know why."
"I sure do. Of course, Son. I'll tell anybody that tries to go in
there that it's occupied. Go for it, slave, and God bless. By the way you
sneaky so'n so, he's for me, isn't he?"
"Who, Master Zack?" I couldn't help but smile.
"Slave, I'm gonna' take my belt to you right in front of these folks."
"But, Master Zack, that's not the studded one." I whimpered.
"You damn well know, who."
"Why, Master Zack, do you think I'd bring him to tempt you?" I smiled
real big. I couldn't lie to the man. "Yes, Master Zack, he's your's, if
you want him. Get to know him. Talk to the Dungeon Master. Will is his
slave. Well, really, the family's slave. Will doesn't know you're the
Master he's intended for but he thinks you're the most handsome man he's
ever laid eyes on. I couldn't help but agree with him, the kid has damn
good taste." Master Zack roared with laughter.
"You won't believe the story we have to tell you about his rescue." I
Added.
"Yes, I would believe anything you told me, slave. I swear to,...well,
you know." Blaine came by to check on me and I whispered in his ear to
bring Breed to the first bedroom. Make sure you get his Master's approval
and make up any lame excuse. Just you, me and Breed. He knew why I wanted
him and just said, "Gotcha'!" Then winked.
I went to Master Zack's bedroom and there in my bag my Master placed the
styrofoam box. Blaine brought Breed, who was now naked with a new collar
and looked great.
"Lock the door, Blaine, I have Master Zack's permission." Blaine locked
the door.
"Breed you look hotter as a slave than you did a Master."
"I second that, you handsome dog." said Blaine. He just smiled from ear
to ear.
"Sit on the bed for a minute. I have a present for you like no present
you have ever received nor will ever receive again." Breed sat and Blaine
sat as close to him as he could. I got the box.
"Sorry, Sweetheart, we didn't have time to gift wrap it. Be very
careful opening it because it's priceless."
"What did you guys get me?" He was so excited. He slowly untied the
ribbons holding the two pieces together and slowly parted the two halves.
It didn't hit him for a minute until he lifted it out of the box and held
it to the light.
"It isn't...?" I slowly nodded my head and smiled.
"I've carried it around with me for years. I cast it into a larger
block of acrylic but a friend of mine's dad carved it into it's present
shape. What do you think? Do you think it would upset him too much to get
it back?"
"Oh, hell, no. You don't know what a strong man he is. He would love
to know you cared enough to do this."
Yoshie and I drilled a small hole in the back end of it. We carefully
counter sunk a smaller hole and screwed in a small eye hook. We tied a
leather thong so if any one wanted to use it as a dildo they could shove it
in all the way and retrieve it easily.
"Do you think I could wear it?" Breed asked.
"Have you cleaned out."
"Yes, I did before we left home. He sometime lets someone fuck me for
his pleasure."
"We'll insert it for you but you can't give it to him with out the
people that love you both present. Promise me!" Breed promised.
"Wear it around for a while and enjoy your secret. It will come to me
how to break the idea to him I managed to save it. We'll see his reaction.
Then we can go from there."
Breed hit the position and we found some KY in Master Zack's night
stand, lubricated his ass and inserted it really well. Breed took it like
a trooper and didn't even complain when I seated it. There was just enough
of the leather thong sticking out not to be visible.
"Damn, I knew I picked the right man. He feels so damn good up there I
just may not give it to him." He laughed. "How can I thank you guys?"
"Just make damn sure we're all there."
"I will! Sounds hot to me as well." We left the bedroom and went back
into the living room. He rejoined his Master. Master Zack gave me a
questioning look.
"He's wearing it." I said softly to him. He smiled real big and nodded.
"Perfect." He said. Blaine and I made the rounds and told everyone.
Breed told me Josh wasn't shy about being nude in front of people. He did
it all the time. They managed to save his testicles. Breed says he could
suck on those all night. Later Josh and Breed joined the rest of us in the
larger hot pool. The pool was full all around.
Bull, Charlie, Sarge, Titus, my two Masters. Chief with Will sitting in
his lap so he didn't get his bandages wet. Button, Oscar, Billy, Master
Beryl, Blaine, Dirk, Allen, Master Zack and Button. No one said a word
about Josh's missing dick. They were all so use to Allen, Zane, Blaine,
Oscar, Billy and Allen that it was nothing to them.
The fact he chose to be a Master never entered their mind. Josh was
pleasant and well met. He had an upbeat sense of humor and readily joined
into the conversation. Josh was curious as to what happened to his dick.
"I know you put my cock in your pocket and tried like hell to get those
damn doctors to sew it back on. Did they just shit can it?"
"If I tell you will you keep an open mind?"
"You know it, Bro."
"One of my favorite nurses retrieved it from the trash, put it in a
small paper bag, sent me word she wanted to see me, hugged, kissed me and
slipped it in my pocket. I took it back to my small room. I was so angry
and frustrated I wanted it to have love one last time, and your cock was a
nice one.
I pulled two rubbers over it, tied a string to the rubbers, KY'd my ass
and shoved it up as far as I could get it. Then I went and fucked the holy
hell out of Wes. He told me it was the best fucking I ever gave him and
wanted to know what got into me?
I thought to myself, 'Oh Bro, if'n you only knew.'" Josh was laughing
his ass off. Then the worst part Josh, I beg your forgiveness, I slept
with it up my ass all night long." He laughed again.
"Thanks, Beau, that's a wonderful story." I saw the Dungeon Master wink
and smile like 'I told you so.' "That's priceless knowing my dick had one
last night of having someone love it. It makes it twice as sweet it was
you, Bro. In essence, you're the last man I ever fucked."
"There's more." He looked at me funny. "Remember those monkey pod
coffee tables everyone was making in the shop, pouring them with that
acrylic plastic."
"Yeah, I made one. My mom's still got it."
"I made a small box about two inches by two inches a little longer than
your cock and..."
"You didn't...?"
"I did. I've carried it around for years hoping against hope that I
would find you some day."
"My God, where is it, Beau?"
"There's more."
"Tell me for God's sake!"
"The dad of a close friend of mine is an artist at carving acrylic
figures and he took the block and carved it to a tolerance of a 1/4 inch
all around it. A piece of art made into a dildo with your cock inside."
"My God, Beau, where is it now?"
"Close by, in a safe place." Everyone giggled as I smiled at Breed. He
gave me the okay sign behind Josh's back.
"How close is close?" Josh asked, beginning to see that I was toying
with him.
"Within reaching distance." Breed was laughing his ass off and so was
everyone else.
"May I see it?"
"Sure, but first, you'll have to pull it out of your slave's ass." He
smiled like I was yanking his chain and looked at his slave. Breed smiled
real big at his Master and slowly nodded his head affirmative.
"That's right, Master, you're fucking me, even as we speak."
"Beau, you clever son of a bitch, come here you ass hole." I jumped into
his waiting arms. He hugged, kissed me held me close and started crying
again.
"This is too fucking much. You mean to tell me that I'm fucking my
slave right now, this very minute?"
"That's right, Master Josh." I said through my tears.
"I'd like to see any other Master here do that." He laughed and every
one laughed with him.
"Master, I promised they could watch when you pulled it out. Then would
my good Master consider putting it back in his slave for safe keeping.
That way you'll always know where it is." Everyone roared with laughter at
Breed. He was cute. Josh Cochran started crying again in my arms.
"Beau, you have no idea what this means to me. I not only owe you my
life and I will love you the rest of your days or mine,...but this,...Beau,
there isn't a medal high enough to pin on you. Talk about above and beyond
the call of duty. It is the supreme act of compassion and thoughtfulness,
right Gentlemen?" They all agreed with Master Josh.
"Your kiss would be the greatest honor you could give me Master
Cochran."
"Not just a kiss, my Sweet man,....the kiss you gave me that day. I'll
give it back to you now." Josh took me him his huge arms and started
kissing me until I thought I was gonna' pass out. It translated to my soul
the joy, the humility, the overwhelming pride he had for me that I thought
enough of him to keep a part of his body safe all these years.
Not a word was spoken in the spa. Everyone, felt it was a sacred moment
between two men who, hand in hand, walked up to death and smelled the foul
odor of his breath yet lived to share this sacred moment. We stopped and
he held me for a moment.
"I couldn't have lived through the pain if it wasn't for your love,
Beau. That was more important to me than the morphine or pot. You didn't
hold back that day. You poured your strength into me because you knew I
needed it. No greater love could a man have than to give another man, a
fallen comrade, his unconditional love. You are truly a unique human
being, Beau and I will love you to my last breath."
"It's only by your strength and help that I was able to let go of so
much a while ago. You have repaid me in kind."
"Well, lets go do it, Gentlemen, I want to see my cock again after all
these years. I agree with, Beau, it was a nice one."
"Still is, Master!" Breed allowed
We proceeded to Master Zack's dungeon. It was in a basement and was
almost as big as the upstairs of the house. Basements in the desert are
unusual. It was perfectly equipped with two slings facing each other. One
could only imagine why he would have slings in that arrangement. It was
painted the usual black.
The floor had large rubber mats over the proper areas of play. There
were closed cabinets and open shelves to display some of his collection of
toys. There were peg boards with prominently displayed whips, harnesses
and various paddles. I thought to myself, 'I hope he brings me down here.'
Master Josh ordered Breed into a sling and Breed hopped in. He threw
his legs to the supporting chains on the side. Master Zack handed Josh a
clean towel and then Josh saw the two small leather thongs sticking out of
Breed's ass.
"This is why you disappeared with Blaine earlier this evening. You're
forgiven for misleading me. I don't think I've ever received a nicer
present wrapped so uniquely." Everyone laughed. He began to pull on the
leather thongs and it popped out into the clean towel. He looked at it for
a moment and slowly turned to me.
"You've turned my cock into a work of art. This is fucking beautiful,
Beau. He handed it to Breed and lunged for my arms, hugging and kissing
me. He started crying again.
"How can I thank you, Beau? What can I say?"
"Just fuck me with it sometime while Breed watches." Everyone laughed.
"You got it, Bro. I remember a story of how the Last Emperor of China's
house men were caught stealing and selling the household goods of the
Emperor. They cut their dicks and balls off for punishment but gave them
back to them in small boxes so they might be buried whole. I wondered
about that custom until today.
Now, I know the feeling of having that part of me back. Not only did
you save my life, Beau, you've made me whole again. There are no words to
express what I'm feeling at this moment. I'm truly blessed to have found
you again and I will never, ever let you go."
"Here! Here!" Everyone said. He examined it carefully and shook his
head in disbelief.
"My slave has the best idea. It's the safest place to carry it and I'll
always know where it is. Pucker up, slave, Daddy's coming home." Everyone
laughed with him as he deftly slipped it back into Breed. Breed was
grinning from ear to ear.
"This is truly an answer to a wish I made last night with Breed. I told
him I wished I still had my cock because it was a nice one and would fuck
him good. It's not quite the same sensation but it comes damn close. He's
still getting fucked by my cock."
"You feel mighty good too, Dad. Thank you, Master." I was so relieved
it turned out well I sought out Master Zack.
Part IV~The Whip Master
"Master Zack could this unworthy slave request you consider something,
Sir?"
"Name it, slave."
"This slave needs to have his ass whipped tonight in your dungeon to
bring me down to Earth."
"It probably would do us both a world of good. I'll certainly consider
your request slave. Let me see what I can do. I think Button may want to
stay with Sarge and Titus tonight. Let me ask them if they'll take him for
me. He loves to stay with them."
"Do you want an audience slave? A select few? One?"
"You're referring to Will aren't you Master?" He got a grin on his face
like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Well,... yes." said Master Zack.
"Master Zack I will obey you whatever you choose. Do you think it might
frighten him?"
"It's what I am, slave. You know that. I don't want another Button. I
love him dearly but I can count on one hand the number of times we've ever
played down here. If it scares the kid then I don't want him."
"Understandable." I replied thoughtfully.
"I want a slave that can hit the ground running or at least is not
afraid for me to train him."
"I don't think you'll have that problem with Will, Master Zack. I get
the feeling in your hands you can shape him to be the total slave you need.
I've said too much. I don't want to influence you. Could this unworthy
slave ask a favor, Master?"
"What is it, slave?"
"If you want him to watch. You be the one to invite him and tell him
the truth
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CHAPTER 26 ~ THE JOSHUA TREE
And when the Mormons had traveled across the desert they came to rest at
a place called "Squaw Tank." The rocks made a natural catch basin for rain
water and was backed up behind the rocks like a small, deep, natural pond.
They were running low on water and had begun rationing. They prayed to God
for a miracle to help them find water and they came upon "Squaw Tank."
They gave thanks and sung hymns of praise to God for saving them. The
Mormons remained there for several days and took advantage of the natural
wild buckwheat that they ground into flour and made buckwheat cakes. They
brewed a tasty tea from a natural indigenous herb that became known as
Mormon Tea.
They were fascinated by the unusual tall cactus growth that had not been
seen anywhere else on their journey. They named the large cactus with
upward pointing branches "The Joshua Tree" because it reminded them of
Joshua in the bible raising his arms toward heaven to pray. This cactus, a
relative of the familiar Yucca, is endemic only to that particular
elevation of the desert and is found nowhere else. The Journal of
James Redfeather~
Part I ~ The Power of Love
The next morning Will was a mess. He was racked by such pain he
couldn't get comfortable in any position. The Dungeon Master insisted we
keep our routine. There wasn't much we could do for him anyway. Big Jim
carried him to the downstairs bedroom where Master Jeb could sit with him
while we went to run and then to the gym.
He tried to eat something but couldn't. I propped him up using five or
six pillows so he was in the least discomfort. I gave him his medication
but it didn't seem to be doing anything. The resident had given me his
home phone number if I needed anything but I thought I'd call Yoshie
instead.
"Dr. Tagame."
"Please, Beau, Yoshie."
"Okay, Darlin.' Will's in great pain. I gave him the medication as you
prescribed."
"You gave him the medication? Let me give Dan a call and see what he
says about doubling up on the medication. I'll call you right back."
Yoshie was good to his word and called right back.
"Dan said double his medication for today only and see how he's doing
tomorrow. Drop back to one every four hours. Dan said to make him drink
lots of liquids because the medication tends to bind people up. Get him
all kinds of fruit juices and have some available for him at all times."
"Thanks Yoshie. We really appreciate your help."
"I have Wednesday off. Dad and I will drive over and check him out for
you."
"That would be swell. We'd love to see you again. My best to Master
Sam."
I gave Will another pill and told him we would be back to fix breakfast
in a couple of hours. He was comfortable with Master Jeb sitting with him.
He became fond of Master Jeb immediately. Who, the hell, wouldn't? The
man has my heart locked up in a small box. I'll always love him.
Will was getting exactly what he needed. Attention and care from some
powerful male personalities that exuded love and caring. Chief got up
early to check on him. He didn't realize Chief lived with us. Beryl and
Blaine came down to check on him and give him comfort. He loved the two of
them instantly.
The kid had good taste. He was agog over the giant and kept asking him
if he really was his Master now. The Dungeon Master assured Will he was now
his slave and would be until he was trained properly. Then he'd be sold or
transferred as property to a family member that might make a claim for him.
The Dungeon Master further explained that when Will said the words,
"Yes, Master, I do," in public with hundreds of witnesses he immediately
became the Dungeon Master's slave and in turn, the family's, personal
property. Will didn't ask for further details.
He simply accepted anything that came out of Big Jim's mouth as God's
gospel word. He was in pain but in love as well. All these fine looking
men doting over him. Showing him love. Just what the doctor ordered. Love
proved to be almost as strong as the pain medication.
He observed Blaine and me with our morning greeting ritual for all the
Masters present and was wowed. He was in tears after he saw that. I
remember the first time I saw Billy and Oscar perform the ritual with
Master Earl, I was blown away. I thought to myself, 'Now that's the way it
should be.'
Master Jim and I went for our run and Blaine started breakfast. Chief
left for work early as usual. He seemed okay from having gotten to bed so
late. He was in great spirits. I guess he just wanted to be included. He
was pleased everything went like clock work.
Chief was sorry for Will and what he suffered but at least he was alive.
He would mend in body, and we were damn sure going to see to it that he
healed in spirit. He became loved by everyone immediately. He was quiet,
unassuming, bright and mannerly. We loved him and he could do no wrong.
The second pill did the trick and he became a bit more comfortable. He
was able to eat a little. I found an old bed tray someone used once. It
was in the attic store room. I remembered seeing it when we were moving
some stuff around to make room for the Christmas decorations. I cleaned it
and it was perfect for feeding him in the bed. He wanted to come to the
table but I insisted he rest for the first couple of days until he was not
quite so sore.
In a way, Will felt like he died and went to heaven. He never mentioned
Brad's name unless it had to do with appearing in court. He had no fear as
long as we were behind him and we were to a man. We would be there to
witness what that ass hole did to him.
Big Jim made sure the initial medical exam got forwarded to the right
place at the Long Beach Police Department and followed up to make sure they
received it. They did and were grateful. Brad was still in jail. Good,
let him rot. He fucked with the wrong fairy and lost. That fairy, an
angel really, was Wes.
The Dungeon Master and I were in and out all day getting stuff done we
needed to accomplish. We were in great spirits we pulled off the rescue
with success but I was regretful I didn't move sooner. It happened so
fast, I moved as soon as I saw Will was in danger.
Master Jim said he was proud of me. That's all I needed, a pat on the
back from my Master for a job well done. I got more praise from everyone
including my other Master who stopped by on his way to work, in uniform, to
check on Will.
Poor Will couldn't believe when a super handsome, LAPD Motorcycle
Officer walked into his room, called him by name and asked how he was
doing. He didn't recognize Master Earl at first. He couldn't believe
Master Earl was a real cop. A motor officer at that.
When Master Earl hugged him, Will's face brightened as if an angel had
touched him. My Master was an angel in uniform. People would stop and
stare everywhere he went he was so handsome. He was the most arresting man
I ever met.
"Will, this is my other Master, Master Earl, who was with us yesterday
when we rescued you." Master Earl gave Will a big hug.
"Thank you, Master Earl." He said, "Beau, you're really lucky to have
three such wonderful men as Masters."
"I agree, little one, I love them all. You'll understand more about our
circumstances as we explain some things to you. It's not quite the way it
seems on the surface. There's more to this story than you see right now."
"It's all so new and wonderful to me. I never knew there were men like
you around, living as a family." He started crying again thinking of the
shit he had been through for the last three years. These men were Masters
but they weren't mean to their slaves, on the contrary, they were showing
real love for each other. There was no doubt who was Master and who was
slave but there was not the constant turmoil and pain, both physical and
mental, he was exposed to.
Brad was living proof not every fairy that buys a motorcycle and a
leather jacket understands what it means to be a Master. Unfortunately,
Brad had no love for himself. He hated who he was. He hated everything.
Like so many leather queens his attempts at becoming a Master became a
hopeless parody of masculinity.
If he wasn't so mean spirited one could almost feel sorry for him. He
saw life as one disappointment after another and felt it his duty to
provide the same for his slave. He was the type that would beat an animal
to death because it didn't performed to human expectations. He damn near
did beat an animal to death, genus: Homo sapiens; or if you will, Homohomo
sapiens.
In an open society you can't tell everyone how to live their lives.
Most are left to drift through life like bumper cars, hoping to get through
with the least bang ups as possible. If one turns out to be a Brad or a
complete Sociopath (no conscience as to their actions) and they act out, is
it their fault or the fault of a society that makes no effort to teach
basic living concepts? How to treat others? Manners, social graces,
whatever you want to call it.
It turns out, if we choose to have such freedoms then those who cannot
find their way are, indeed, responsible for their actions. If we have
these freedoms then we have choices. It becomes our choice to live with
anger, unhappiness, discomfort, and disappointment or to search for a
better way.
Unless someone learns to love themselves, learns who they are and
becomes comfortable with that, can they ever expect to give or receive
love. Modern Christianity perverted the aspect of being born again. To be
born again is to be reborn to the ability to give and receive love from
your fellow man. I was being reborn to the role and life of becoming a
loving and giving slave. The sense of freedom was overwhelming.
From the beginning of his physical recovery we began to work to heal
Will's damaged mental state and repair his self image. It became a day by
day process to understand and give him unconditional love. He was
responding much as I did when I met Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master; like
a duck to water.
He began to heal quicker than anyone expected due to both excellent care
and loving attention. That first week we never left him alone. If he
thought we were going to leave him by himself he got agitated. We didn't.
Yoshie and Master Sam dropped by for dinner Wednesday evening. Will was
stunned and wowed that his doctor was a slave and very much in love with
his handsome Master. To say nothing about the fact that his doctor was a
member of his new family and came for dinner as well. He was impressed.
Yoshie was amazed at the speed of Will's recovery from Sunday night. He no
longer needed the pain pills every four hours and would only take one if he
was truly uncomfortable.
Yoshie's comment, "Doctor Dan said it when you guys walked out, 'He's a
lucky little fellow. Those men know how to give him love. Never
underestimate the power of love, Yoshie.' Yoshie said he thought to
himself, 'If you only knew what I know about the power of love, Dan, and
the situation behind the rescue of this young man you would have to change
your pants.' Everyone broke up laughing.
Will slept every night between his new Master and his big brother and
didn't seem to prefer one over the other when it came to cuddling him at
night. He was an equal opportunity love. His whole persona was soaking up
his new life like a sponge. Master Jeb talked to him by the hour,
carefully leading him into the ways Will so longed to experience.
To experience the freedom and joy of being a good Master's slave. Will,
like so many, had just accepted to find any love as a slave he had to
suffer abuse and humiliation for no purpose. Chief began to work with him
using his newly learned skills at directing him toward what he wanted to
become.
Chief, like Master Jeb established for himself what Will truly wanted
for his life. Neither wanted to guide anyone into something they were
unsure of. With Will, there was no doubt in his mind what he wanted.
Especially with the introduction to these men who promised a life as a
slave he could never have imagined.
A life of serving another man, being respected and loved for his
efforts. A concept almost unimaginable to him before last Sunday. What a
horrible thing to have to have to accept incomplete pieces of love, bits at
a time from a self centered, uncaring, sadistic bastard. There are those
who seek that. Their level of sublimated homosexual guilt is so deep, if
they can't inflict misery on themselves, they find someone who will.
He began to refer to Big Jim as the Dungeon Master, even though he
hadn't seen the dungeon. It was explained to him it was a title of honor
and respect within the family. The Dungeon Master was responsible for the
care and training of new slaves.
"Then are you a new slave, Beau?"
"Yes, Little Brother, now you began to see why I have two Masters?"
"Yes, I do. Then there might be a possibility I may have two Masters
sometime. Master Jim and another Master who might make a claim for me?"
"That's the way it works. Right now, you're under the protection of
four pretty powerful Masters who want nothing but he best for you. Master
Beryl is our family or clan leader. You're under his protection. The
you're also under the protection of Master Jim, Master Jeb and Chief.
Chief's a Master but he'll ask you to call him Chief. He know's you mean
Master Chief when you call him Chief.
I've become a full fledged slave through ceremony, recognized by our
family. I'll be put on the market and sold in approximately two weeks.
Hopefully, Master Earl will win the bid and I'll become his slave for life;
however, there's a small chance he won't win the bid and I'll have to
become another man's slave. I'll be disappointed but I'll have to adjust
and learn to serve and love my new Master."
"You and Master Earl belong together, Beau. I've seen how he looks at
you and you look at him. You're both gah-gaa over each other."
"Is it that noticeable, Sprout?" I smiled, knowing he was dead on.
"Uh-huh." He smiled knowing I knew.
"Who is this Master I'm suppose to fall in love with, Beau?"
"I can't tell you. Nature has to take it's course. He doesn't know
about you either. You'll discover each other at the same time."
"When will I meet him?"
"Not for a while." (Well, next weekend WAS a while away.) "You want to
be healed and ready to serve him don't you?"
"Oh, yes, Beau, sure I do."
"Can I go with you and the Dungeon Master this weekend to meet more of
the family? I'm feeling a lot better."
"Well, that'll have to be your Master's decision but I'll respectfully
request consideration on your behalf if you wish?" We planned to take him
anyway.
"Oh, please, Beau, I want to meet this family. Please, I'll ask him,
too. He's easy to talk to. He listens to me and encourages me. I would
never be afraid of him even if he does make four of me. In the bar that
afternoon a voice told me to trust him, it was important."
"Wes." I thought. "I know what you mean, Sweetheart, he's a wonderful
man and you never have to fear telling him the secrets of your heart. Nor
Master Jeb, nor Chief for that matter."
"I can tell you anything, too, can't I, Beau?"
"Yes, you certainly can, we all love you."
By Friday Will was down to a couple of pain pills a day and was up and
around the house all day. He was beginning to eat and regain his sense of
humor. He was becoming a joy to everyone; especially Master Jeb and Chief.
They fell in love with the little shit. He was another like Allen. You
couldn't help fall in love with him. I laughed to myself. Master Zack
won't know what hit him. Poor man, he doesn't stand a chance.
Will was treated like any other slave. He was not allowed to wear
clothes in the house and cried when the Dungeon Master and I brought home
his own collar with dog tags stating who he belonged to. He was so proud
of the little tag stating he was the slave of the Dungeon Master "Big Jim"
of the Clan Mc Innis.
He hugged and kissed Big Jim and thanked him numerous times. He began
to perform the ritual greeting even though it was hard for him to get down
and up. Every Master patiently waited and sometimes gave him a hand up to
show him love. He was on his way.
We talked to Yoshie, who confirmed with Dan, we could wait until Monday
to bring Will in for his check up. The blood was almost gone from his eyes
and he was getting around much better. Dan said sure. Yoshie told Dan he
would be with Will part of the weekend.
Yoshie let his hair down with Dan later. Dan and his slave of ten years
came into the family about six months later. He was one of the most
lovable Masters in the family. You'd never guess he was as top notch
doctor to see him and his slave on his Harley.
Even with the added responsibility of Will, the Dungeon Master and I
managed to keep our schedule including hell Fridays. I didn't mind, I was
so looking forward to the weekend that nothing could bring me down. We did
a lot of extra shit for the owner of the gym that morning preparing him for
the weekend.
He couldn't believe it. He couldn't thank us enough. Big Jim took the
opportunity to ask him if we might bring a third person to help and work
out with us. The owner said sure, no problem. I knew what the Dungeon
Master had in mind. He was going to start building Will like he did me.
I was so happy with my image in the mirror I said a prayer of thanks for
Big Jim every time I looked. I would've never done it on my own. With a
slave driver behind me I did it and was proud of myself.
Big Jim teased me mercilessly about the coming weekend. I never said a
word about it. That's how he knew I was looking forward to it with eager
anticipation. He could read me like a fucking book. Every time he
mentioned Master Zack's name he watched me turn beet red. He would do it
just to watch me change colors like a fucking chameleon.
Then he would slap his leg, roar with laughter and point his finger at
me. He was so cruel but he made me laugh at myself. He never just said
"Zack" as one Master might refer to another, it was always "Master Zack!"
"Master Zack" this and "Master Zack" that until I got an erection and then
he would go nuts laughing at me.
I hated him. I loved him. What'a ya' gonna' do when someone gets your
number and nails it to the restroom wall? Just laugh at yourself. Go with
it! The funniest thing was, he was dead on and he knew it. He knew I was
really fond of Master Zack and we established a Master/slave friendship
bond that was meaningful to both.
The Dungeon Master was exercising his little boy that was teasing his
little brother for having a crush on a kid at school. What does the little
brother feel? Mortified, embarrassed, he loves his brother but hates him
at the same time. There you have it, I could have killed him and told God
he died.
"Beau, how did you get a body like that?" Will asked.
"Courtesy of the Dungeon Master, Will. You'll look better than me when
he gets through with you. Then we'll take you back to that bar in Long
Beach and parade you in front of that son of a bitch, Brad. We'll rub it
in his face what a real Master can do with love and training of a good
slave. That is if he ever gets out of jail." Will and I laughed.
"I'll wear my slave collar with you. We'll let everyone know you're my
little slave Bro and I'm your big slave Bro. Then we'll rub it in his face
that your big slave Bro whipped his nelly ass and if he ever tries anything
he'll get his ass kicked again." Will really enjoyed that scenario. We
both did.
"You're proud to be a slave aren't you, Beau?
"You betch'um, Kiddo."
"I want to be proud, too."
"I promise you, you will be. Do you believe me?"
"I'd believe anything you guys tell me. You've neither lied to me nor
even misled me."
"You will walk tall, Will, as a good man's slave. You will walk tall
being the Dungeon Master's temporary slave. He takes his responsibilities
seriously and loves you very much. He will expect the best from you
including your love.
Why, only this morning he made arrangements with our gym owner to bring
you to help with maintenance and work out with us. He's all ready planning
for your future. He'll wait until you're healed though. He won't ask more
of you than you can do but he will demand and won't accept less than your
best."
About that time the Dungeon Master came into Will's downstairs bedroom
with a couple of packages. One was a couple pair of "Tuff Nuts" overalls
like he and I wear and several pair of socks. Will started crying and I
motioned to Big Jim to comfort him. He didn't hesitate.
"Listen to me, Son. You're my slave now and I'm gonna' take care of
you. We all are. You have family now. I told you Sunday in that bar I
would never hurt you, didn't I?"
"Yes, Dungeon Master." He sniffled.
"I meant what I said, Sprout." Big Jim said forcefully. "Trust me."
"I love you, Master Jim." Will said as he threw his arms around the
Dungeon Master's big neck.
"Well, you know I love you too, Scamp. Now let's see if you can get
into these. We want our new slave to look like we love him and are taking
good care of him, don't we? Especially, if we're gonna' introduce him to
his new family." His face brightened.
"I'm gonna' get to go with you guys?"
"Yes, both doctors cleared it. We'll take you in Monday for your check
up." said the Dungeon Master.
Part II ~ Wild Buckwheat
The Dungeon Master borrowed Chief's truck to take us to the desert.
Will had come a long way but he couldn't have managed the trip on the back
of a bike. His bike was with Dirk who was checking it out and tuning it up
for him, no charge.
It was a wonderful afternoon as we drove to the desert. We left the pad
in the back for Will but he insisted on riding up front between us. He
beamed, he was so happy. Every now and then Master Jim would rub his head
and he would just smile at him. I had given him a new recruit hair cut.
It would only be closer if I shaved it. The Dungeon Master did the same
for me. We looked like Big Frick, Little Frack and of course giant economy
size Frack.
We had on the same make overalls with no shirts and bandanas tied on our
heads. We looked hot but we somewhat resembled those little Russian dolls
you fit a smaller one inside a larger one inside a larger one inside a
larger one...! He was so proud to be dressed like the big guys. He was
included. He belonged.
The Dungeon Master bought Will's overalls a size larger than we measured
him. He liked the comfort of the extra room and he looked so fucking hot I
couldn't keep my hands off him. I wouldn't let him wear underwear and Will
would giggle like a school boy when the Dungeon Master or I would run our
hands down inside to play with him. He loved it from both of us.
The Dungeon Master wanted to arrive a little early in case we had any
complications with Will. I didn't foresee any but it never hurts to be
safe. We left about two-thirty in the afternoon and got to Master Zack's
small ranch in Joshua Tree around four. It was unbelievable. It was
completely hidden among these huge boulders that had to be thirty to forty
feet high.
It was a full five acres inside the round area created by the huge
rocks. To enter the property you had to drive in between these two huge
boulders that were only about twenty feet apart. Master Zack built a ten
foot high wall all the way across the space and you had to open two six
foot wide gates to drive in.
Once the gates were closed the only way out was to walk between the
boulders. It gave you a feeling of complete privacy. Master Zack's house
was a rambling concrete block home with a second story on one end with six
extra bedrooms. Each with a full bath. There was a huge natural swimming
pool made from the natural rocks of the desert. Beautifully done with two
spas.
A small one was attached to the pool but there was a much larger one,
huge, further away in the corner of two of the giant rocks. It spilled
it's waters into a small man-made waterfall which ran down a fifteen foot
stream into the main pool. It was a beautiful natural setting. All neat
as a pin. The place looked like Master Zack should live there. Button
came out of the house yelling at the top of his lungs.
"It's Beau and the Dungeon Master, Dad. Come on, Dad."
Button didn't have a lick of clothes on. Just his collar and his
medallion. I warned Will about Button not having a dick and he didn't seem
upset about seeing Button in the raw. Button went through the ritual
greeting with Master Jim, hugging and kissing him. Next he ran and jumped
in my arms, hugged and kissed me. He was still wearing his magic
medallion.
"Button this is our new slave, Will."
"Hello, Button, good to meet you." Will stuck out his hand. Button took
one look at Will and jumped for his arms. He could see the tape and
bandages. He hugged Will gently and kissed him.
"Welcome brother, to our home." Will was impressed.
Master Zack came out of the screen door to the porch of the house to
greet the Dungeon Master and saw me helping Will across the way to the
house. I fell to my knees in front of Master Zack and lovingly kissed his
boots. We completed the ritual by hugging and kissing for a long minute or
so. He was glad to see me. The Dungeon Master spoke,
"Master Zack may I present our new family slave, Will." He snapped his
finger at Will to kneel. Will was already on his way down. He lovingly
kissed Master Zack's boots, found his hand and kissed it gently, then moved
it to his forehead.
"Arise handsome slave...!" He didn't finish. He held Will at arms
length looking at his bandages and then deep into his eyes and said,
"Welcome home, Son." He hugged and kissed Will tenderly. Will started
crying in his arms and he comforted him. "There's no one here who will
harm you, Son. You're welcome here, you're a member of our family, no one
will ever hurt you again."
"Thank you, Master Zack, I'm proud to be here. Thanks for letting me
come."
"Make yourself at home, Lad. Anything you need, ask, understand?"
"Yes, Sir, Master Zack." Zack helped Will into the house and got us all
a cold glass of iced tea to drink. Damn, it was good. He came around
behind me and ran his hands down inside my overalls and found my cock and
balls. He hugged me up to him and kissed me on the neck while he gently
played with old swinger and my balls. He got me harder than a rock in
seconds. He looked at the Dungeon Master who had a shit eating grin on his
big ugly face and winked.
"You been taking care of this slave, Dungeon Master?"
"Not as much as I'd like, Master Zack. He's had a full plate lately
taking care of our new slave and everyone else too but he's done one hell
of a job and we're all proud of him."
"He needs to be drained good a couple of times. He needs a whip taken
to that butt. Get some meanness out a' him." allowed Master Zack.
God, the way that man talked could get me instantly hard and keep me
that way for hours. My old dick would soil my overalls with drool spots.
Good thing I was made to run around in the nude most of the time.
"We were kind a hoping you'd do that for us this weekend, Whip Master.
He's developed a powerful mean streak to him. May take a couple of
sessions to get it all out." He winked at Master Zack.
"I think we might be able to get that meanness out of him this weekend.
I've got a nice whip in my dungeon with his name on it." Master Zack said
in mock seriousness.
"I'd really appreciate it, Master Zack. It's hell to be a good slave
with a powerful built up mean streak." We all laughed.
"Damn, it's good to see you again you little shit." He winked at Will
and Master Jim.
"You don't how good it is to be here and see you again, Master Zack.
The cherry on top is I get to be your slave for the whole fucking weekend.
I've been looking forward to this day for weeks."
"I've heard nothing else for the last week." The Dungeon Master rolled
his eyes. We all laughed.
"No more glad than we are, right Kiddo?" He put his arm around Button.
"Really, Beau, it's all either of us have talked about for the last two
weeks." We all laughed again.
We were the first to arrive but it wasn't long before the entire
fam-damily started arriving.
"Earl's not coming 'til tomorrow morning. Everyone else should be here
this evening sometime. You've heard Breed is back with his new Master?" A
chill ran through my body.
"Oh, God!" I cried "I don't know if I can face that man."
"Of course you can, Beau. You have all of us that love you dearly, take
strength from that." Master Zack surprised me with that. He put his arm
around me and pulled me close. I thanked him and hugged him.
"Now tell me handsome young slave how you happen to be all bandaged up."
Master Zack spoke to Will.
"My last Master did this to me, Master Zack." A tear ran down Will's
cheek.
"Beau, the Dungeon Master, and their friends rescued me. They're taking
care of me. I belong to them now. See, I have a tag on my collar that says
I belong to the Dungeon Master, "Big Jim", of the Clan Mc Innis. The
Dungeon Master and Beau saved my life. How can I ever repay them, Master
Zack?" He started crying again, Master Zack put his arms around him
comforting him and kissed him.
"There, there, little one, knowing these men the way I do they don't
want thanks they just want your love. You give them that and that's all the
thanks they need."
"Amen to that, Master Zack. Well said, Sir." added the Dungeon Master.
Will was enchanted by the man, I could tell. He couldn't take his eyes off
Master Zack. Zack couldn't take his eyes off Will; although, he tried for
Button's sake. He couldn't do enough for Will or me for that matter. I
was glad to see the chemistry taking place. Wes knew what the fuck, he was
doing.
Button showed Will and I where to undress. He left us to undress and I
helped Will off with his boots and overalls. Master Zack wanted us in
chaps, boots and vests for the desert. I had seen Will in his chaps at the
bar but didn't really notice how well made they were and how well they fit
him. His little ass stuck out like two bowling balls in a gunny sack.
Sweet Jesus, the kid had a nice butt. I started getting hard looking at it
and laughed. He noticed my erection
"Damn, you have a good size dick when you get erect, Beau. How come
you're getting excited?"
"Want me to be honest?"I smiled at him.
"Sure, I always do. You always are."
"It's that little butt of yours that's causing this." I grabbed him and
played with his little ass and he played with mine. He felt my plug for
the first time.
"Holy shit, that's a big plug. You wear that all the time?"
"Yep! The Dungeon Master put it in me the first night I met him and it
hasn't been out since. Except for necessaries." I laughed "And, when they
want to use it."
"Will I get one, too?"
"Probably, they'll start you with a smaller one and work your way up."
He started getting an erection from the talk.
"Master Zack is a very handsome man, Beau, in a rugged masculine way."
"Oh, you really think so? I hadn't noticed but I guess he has a certain
appeal." The kid looked at me and smiled this knowing grin.
"Like hell!" Was all he said. I loved him, he had a sense of humor.
"Handsome?" I said, "He's fucking, drop dead gorgeous and you know it!"
We both fell out laughing so hard it hurt his ribs. I helped him on with
his chaps and vest. Managing to get it over his cast and rehang his arm
sling. The vest hid some of his bandages. He looked hot. Especially that
ass.
Oh, Momma, that little ass! I knew it would do the trick. Master Zack
was a dead man. Once he caught sight of that sweet little ass, it's all
over but the transfer ceremony. So much for slave Beau. I couldn't have
been more happy. We all ready had our collars on before we left. We
walked back in the room and Master Zack whistled.
"Dungeon Master, what have you been doing with this slave? Vest off
slave." Master Zack motioned to me. I obeyed. He walked over and turned me
around himself and whistled again.
"Those tits are just about ripe for ringing, Dungeon Master. Damn, you
mean this cake of beef is all mine for the weekend? Worth twice the price
I paid, at least."
Then he turned to Will and looked him up and down. He turned Will
around and I heard him suck in air at the first sight of Will's butt. He
grinned at me like a dirty old man. He took Will's dick and balls in his
hand and gently closed it around them. Master Zack looked deeply into
Will's non-fearing eyes and spoke softly,
"Welcome Home, Son." He grabbed Will and hugged him again.
"It's good to be home, especially in your arms, Master." Who told the
kid to say that? I didn't. That damn Wes. I just knew it. I laughed to
myself. Had to talk to that kid about where that came from? Hell, I
didn't have to, I knew. The Dungeon Master looked at me and rolled his
eyes and I just shrugged. We were both laughing our ass's off inside. He
mouthed the name 'Wes', I shook my head affirmative and we both went off
again.
Dirk and Allen were the next to arrive. They hadn't been to the desert
a lot. They were still in their giddy phase. They greeted everyone.
Allen did his ritual with the two Masters. Dirk hugged and kissed me after
my ritual with him. Kissed me a good one, too.
Once again the Dungeon Master introduced Will as our new family slave.
Will kneeled in front of the huge, mean looking bear and completed his
ritual. He found two massive hands under him lifting him gently to his big
chest. Dirk kissed him gently and spoke in his ear.
"Welcome to our family slave-boy, no one will hurt you here." Will was
agog. The fine looking bear of a man seemed to know him and was treating
him like a relative.
"Master Dirk has your bike at his shop. He's the top Harley Mechanic in
Southern Calif. He's checking it out and tuning it for you." I told him.
He hugged Big Dirk again and thanked him. He had Dirk's heart in the palm
of his hand. Allen came over and kissed him and hugged him gently.
"Your last Master?" Allen asked knowingly. Will nodded sadly. "Won't
happen in this family, trust me, Kid." Will smiled to hear that. Allen
went to take his clothes off.
Bull and Charlie were the next to arrive and Will was really taken by
the two of them. He couldn't believe Charlie was a slave. Charlie was a
different man. He carried himself proudly and had much more self
confidence. He was beginning to bloom as a slave. He was much more self
assured with his Master. He learned that Bull wasn't going to arbitrarily
dump him if he made mistakes in learning to be a slave. He could deal with
the aspect of punishment for his mistakes but he couldn't abide the thought
of losing Bull. Their relationship was secure for many, many years.
When Will went through the ritual with big Bull he was shaking. He was
actually frightened by Bull. Bull fell to his knees and looked at Will.
With tears in his eyes Bull spoke softly to Will,
"Good thing I wasn't there to see that guy do this to you, Son, he'd be
dead right now and I'd be in jail. Now, stop your shaking and give this old
man a good kiss. Show me some love, Boy." Will stopped shaking and threw
his arms around Bulls neck and kissed him passionately. I think he was
surprised that Bull didn't hold back.
Big Beryl and Blaine arrived next. Will was so glad to see them he
almost hurt himself getting to his knees in front of Master Beryl. After
the ritual Beryl helped him up and held him.
"Glad to see you're feeling better, youngster. You had us worried there
for a while." Will kept hugging and kissing Beryl. Beryl fell in love with
him just like the rest of us. When Blaine came out of the bedroom with his
clothes off Will was kind of shocked. I warned Will but either he forgot
or it was a bigger shock than he anticipated. Blaine simply walked up,
took his hand and put it right on his cunt.
"My old man over there wanted me to have a cunt. That's why I'm this
way, Will. I don't regret it for a minute. I'm his slave and I want to
please him." Will smiled and asked innocently.
"How does it feel when you're getting fucked by your Master, Blaine?"
"It's the only way I can come, Will and that old man fucks me so good he
gets me off every time. It feels fucking wonderful to have him up there
inside me rooting around. It gives him one more hole to pleasure him.
Isn't that what a slave's for?"
"Oh, yes, Blaine, I'm almost envious." Blaine hugged him and kissed him.
"Well, later this weekend I'll tell you the 'hole' story." Blaine
laughed. Will wasn't so surprised by Allen.
Then everyone began to arrive. Master Bert, Oscar and Billy arrived. I
prepared Will and he handled them better than Blaine for some reason. In
fact he was turned on by Billy. Just like I was. I told him who Billy was
and he remembered him from the muscle magazines.
"Clancey McGee. I can't get over it. It's really him. I jacked off to
his picture many times, Beau."
Sarge came stomping in puffing on a big stogie with Titus on a leash.
Button ran to the both of them and fell to his knees in front of Sarge. He
completed the ritual, Sarge grabbed him up in his arms, hugged and kissed
him. Titus did the same. Button was in heaven with the two of them there.
Sarge came over to me and let me go through the ritual with him, hugged and
kissed me hard.
"It's damn good to see you slave. How ya' been, Stud?"
"Fine, you sweet old man." I said laughing.
"Shhhhh! Don't spread that around." He said with a wink. I hugged and
kissed Titus.
"And, who do we have here?" Master Zack showed up behind Will with his
hand on his shoulder
"Sarge, may I present the family's new slave, Will." Master Zack snapped
his fingers at Will to kneel. He completed the ritual and Sarge hugged and
kissed him gently.
"If I'd a' been there when this happen to you, Son, your ex-Master would
be one dead motherfucker." Will was impressed, hugged and kissed Titus as
well. He was really impressed by Titus. More family was arriving by the
hour. This made a huge impression on Will.
"All these folks are your family, Beau?"
"Correction, Will, our family. They're your family, now, as well."
I saw a Harley pull up out front I recognized. It was Breed and the big
man next to him on a big Chopper Hog was Joshua Cochran. God , he was
better looking than I remembered. No wonder Breed gave up being a Master
to become his slave. Dick or no dick, he was one rough, rugged, handsome,
mean looking, son of a bitch.
My heart flew to my throat. I didn't tell Will about Josh Cochran. I
didn't bring his cock along. It was still in my Master saddle bags on his
bike. As if an answer to an unspoken prayer Master Earl pulled up next to
Breed and greeted him. I watched as Breed introduced his new Master Josh
Cochran.
Josh snapped his fingers at Breed to kneel before Master Earl. He went
through the ritual with my Master and then they kissed and hugged. They
walked into the house, Breed saw me, ran to me to hug and kiss me. He
looked at Will.
"Blake?"
"Yes, Breed, it's me." Breed gently hugged and kissed Will and they
cried in each others arms.
"My new Master is your old platoon leader Joshua Cochran." Will went
white.
"Oh, my God, I heard he died. We both got shot up at the same time and
they sent me home." cried Will. Josh Cochran walked up with my Master. I
fell to my knees to perform the ritual with my Master. I was all ready
crying because he arrived at the same time. Wes to the rescue again.
I fell to my knees again in front of Josh Cochran and couldn't kiss his
boots I started sobbing so hard. The next thing I knew he was on his knees
holding me. Through my tears I kept telling him,
"Master Cochran, I'm so sorry. I'm so ashamed. I'm so fucking ashamed.
I failed you, Sir! Oh God, Master Cochran, I failed you. Forgive me,
please. Oh God, I beg you to forgive me. I hurt inside so bad, Master
Cochran. It hurts!"
The fucking gut wrenching pain came back. It was the worst pain I've
experienced in my life. From the bottom of my gut there was this pit that
opened that was trying to swallow my soul. I felt for a minute it just
might.
I could see his handsome masculine face that day I cauterized his wound.
Even though I shot him up with morphine and gave him a joint of killer weed
he was still in agony. In the field you learned to improvise. We really
didn't have time to do a lot of patching because of the sheer number of
wounded.
You did what you could and some you just had to leave behind.
Cauterizing a wound in the field was hard because you had no source of heat
to sear the flesh. Some guys took to smoking cigars as a last stop measure
to cauterize small areas. Trouble was the blood would most times put out
the stogie.
I complained to a buddy of mine who sent me a small, thick plastic disk
about the size of a fifty cent piece with concentric circles running around
one side. He explained that it was a miniature 'Fresnel Lens' that
concentrated the sun's rays to several thousand degrees centigrade almost
instantly.
It would start a fire in a solid block of wood in seconds. I kept it on
my dog tags constantly for just such an occasion. I could aim the beam and
watch as the heat cauterized the flesh just to the point of ceasing the
blood flow. I basically cooked his flesh around the area. It worked fast
and was efficient. It got to where many field corpsmen wore them. Before
I started he asked my name.
"Rabbit, Sir, Ber'Rabbit!"
"No, Son, your real name."
"Beau, Sir."
"Beau, kiss me! That's an order, Son!" I kissed him on the cheek.
"Don't be afraid, Son,....to get through this together I need your love
right now so Goddamn it, Beau, kiss me!" I kissed that beautiful man like
he would be the last man I ever kissed on this Earth. I let him know in
that kiss I was going to hurt him beyond anything he could imagine. Tears
were coming to my eyes and his to. We stopped and I was embarrassed.
"Don't be embarrassed, Son,...I ordered you to do it! Anyone give's you
any shit or says anything bad you tell them I forced you. And buy the way,
Beau,...thanks."
As I held the lens he knew what I was doing and the pain in that area of
his body made it excruciating. He never once cried out. He never even
winced. I thought he was going into shock. He wasn't. I wanted to scream
for him. I wanted to hit him to make him scream.
I hated what I was having to do to this big, beautiful man. I hated him
for not screaming. I hated me for having to cook the flesh of his body
while his cock lay limp and dying by the minute in the pocket of my field
jacket. Still, I burned to stop the bleeding. Tears came to my eyes and
clouded my vision as I was working.
He saw me in pain. He saw me wipe away the tears so I could see what I
was doing. The tears wouldn't stop coming. The big son of a bitch reached
out and gently placed his hand on my shoulder to calm me. He moved it
behind my head to rub me and gently squeeze the back of my neck.
Lt. Cochran spoke slightly above a whisper, "It's horrible, Beau, but
it happened. You're saving my life. Be strong for me, Brother. Be strong
for both of us. Save my life, Beau. I can live without a cock." I
immediately pulled myself together and finished. I didn't have time to
indulge my soul in grieving nor the luxury of tears.
He was the strong one. He will always be the greatest hero of my life.
What can you say of any man that could endure such pain and reach out to
another in distress. Christ was reported to have done so on the cross.
Joshua Cochran did it in the stinking jungles of Vietnam.
For his simple act of courage I loved him then and the love I still felt
for him today came pouring out of every pore of my body. I will carry the
love and honor I have for that man every day of my life. I would gladly
hang every fucking medal I have around his neck to show my respect.
"Beau! Beau! Beau! My Sweet Baby, Brother. It wasn't your fault.
You did what you could. They damn near court marshaled your ass for saving
me and you're asking my forgiveness? What's wrong with this picture, Beau?
It was their fault for not caring and you couldn't make them care.
The nurses told me the trouble you got yourself into for me. I'm so
grateful just to be alive, my Brother. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't
for you, Beau. You got yourself into a mess of trouble trying to get even
one of those ass hole doctors to at least try to re-attach my dick.
The nurses showed me the reg's, Son. They spoke in revered whispers,
repeated to me every word and name you called those fucking doctors. You
not only were a hero to me but those nurses idolized you. They knew the
minute they got a patient from the field if you were the one to take care
of the man.
They whispered your name in reverence behind the backs of those doctors.
You were a pain in the doctors ass's but the nurses loved you. When I read
those fuckin' field reg's I couldn't believe it. Fighting for my country,
my ass." He exclaimed with tears streaming down his handsome face.
"You were the only one of my fucking, fellow countrymen that fought for
me or ever gave a shit about me and for that, I will be eternally
grateful." He cried as hard as I did or harder. Breed was crying, Will
took Josh's hand and Josh pulled him and Breed into our small circle.
Blaine came up and Chief who just arrived. We were all crying our hearts
out. Josh recognized Will and hugged him next. He spoke to Will.
"You're the only person out of my Platoon I ever cared to see again and
here you are. How can that be? Blaine, Chief? Beau, Breed? Will, and
Breed told me Cowboy is a member of your family? What's going on here?"
"We may have an explanation for you and Breed a little later when you
have a chance to unwind." said Master Earl.
We continued to cry and hold each other. There was not a dry eye in the
house. Master Zack was behind Will and me, with his arms around us. My
Master, Master Jim, Big Beryl, Bull, Charlie, Sarge and Titus were all
surrounding us, enveloping us with their arms and love.
It was one of the most emotional, powerful moments of my life and I was
determined to get rid of the hurt. The pain in my gut kept twisting around
like it was caught in the wheel of a bike. You couldn't get it loose and
knew at any moment you were going to die.
At that moment I didn't care, I only knew I could find release in Joshua
Cochran's big loving, forgiving arms and I was going to take advantage of
it. I couldn't keep doing this to myself. I couldn't keep living with the
pain. I suddenly realized my fear of him was because he embodied the
horror of those years. I carried a part of him around with me. I had no
peace, no resolution of the dominant to the tonic, because that part of him
had no resolution.
I very well could have died from that pain it hurt so badly. I finally
grabbed my gut and fell into a fetal position with Josh still holding me.
Soothing me. Everyone had a hand on us to heal and add their flow of love
and understanding into all of us. It was working.
I saw the empty faces of hundreds of beautiful young men of all colors
and backgrounds pass before my mind and knew I was saying goodbye to each
of them once more for the final time and ask that they please, please say a
prayer for me because I just ain't that good and need all the fucking help
I can get. Please forgive me, I just couldn't keep them alive anymore. It
was just too much. I had to let go. I had to let go to live. I started
saying out loud,
"I have to let go. I have to let go of you. I can't keep you alive
anymore. I have to go on. Please let me go. I loved you all but please,
please let me go."
They all gave me the thumbs up, a heartbreaking warm smile and waved
goodbye as they turned and walked away, en mass. They were going. They
were good men. Everyone more beautiful than the next. The pride of a
generation. The seed of tomorrow, stilled. They didn't want to see me
suffer any more.
They loved me. They loved me for being there for them in their final
moments and only wanted me know they loved and appreciated me for caring. I
watched them walk into the mist and I was alone. Alone. I couldn't see
another face. They were gone. I was alone. I was free.
My stomach stopped hurting. I stopped crying. I looked up into the
tear stained face of Josh Cochran and kissed him gently on the lips. He
kissed me back. Then he held me tight and rocked me back and forth in his
big arms.
"Thank God, it's over for you, Beau. I felt the moment you let go. Let
them go, Beau! They're at peace. You be at peace. Let them sleep now.
Leave them to their rest."
Part III ~ And He Shall Be Made Whole
We collected ourselves and I asked the Dungeon Master if I could have a
stiff drink. He said he'd get it for me. He asked Zack for anything with
vodka. A double shot. Everyone else had a drink, too, except Will. I
wouldn't let him drink while taking medication. He wasn't disappointed.
I saw Master Earl ask Master Zack where I would be staying the night.
He brought a couple of my things he wanted to leave for me. He told me
later he wasn't coming until tomorrow morning to let Zack have a
comfortable evening with me but Wes told him to come and bring the 'Baby.'
He planned to keep a low profile.
I told him his timing couldn't be more perfect and I would let Master
Zack know I was totally his for tonight. Zack showed him to his bed room
where I would be staying. I went to him.
"Master Zack?"
"What, my handsome slave" He watched my dick get hard.
"I see I still got it, Kid." He laughed.
"You always will, Master Zack. You keep calling me 'slave' the way you
do and I'm butter on you toast." We both laughed again.
"Now what did you need, slave?"
"Could I have your permission to take Breed and Blaine into your bedroom
and lock the door for a few minutes. I think you know why."
"I sure do. Of course, Son. I'll tell anybody that tries to go in
there that it's occupied. Go for it, slave, and God bless. By the way you
sneaky so'n so, he's for me, isn't he?"
"Who, Master Zack?" I couldn't help but smile.
"Slave, I'm gonna' take my belt to you right in front of these folks."
"But, Master Zack, that's not the studded one." I whimpered.
"You damn well know, who."
"Why, Master Zack, do you think I'd bring him to tempt you?" I smiled
real big. I couldn't lie to the man. "Yes, Master Zack, he's your's, if
you want him. Get to know him. Talk to the Dungeon Master. Will is his
slave. Well, really, the family's slave. Will doesn't know you're the
Master he's intended for but he thinks you're the most handsome man he's
ever laid eyes on. I couldn't help but agree with him, the kid has damn
good taste." Master Zack roared with laughter.
"You won't believe the story we have to tell you about his rescue." I
Added.
"Yes, I would believe anything you told me, slave. I swear to,...well,
you know." Blaine came by to check on me and I whispered in his ear to
bring Breed to the first bedroom. Make sure you get his Master's approval
and make up any lame excuse. Just you, me and Breed. He knew why I wanted
him and just said, "Gotcha'!" Then winked.
I went to Master Zack's bedroom and there in my bag my Master placed the
styrofoam box. Blaine brought Breed, who was now naked with a new collar
and looked great.
"Lock the door, Blaine, I have Master Zack's permission." Blaine locked
the door.
"Breed you look hotter as a slave than you did a Master."
"I second that, you handsome dog." said Blaine. He just smiled from ear
to ear.
"Sit on the bed for a minute. I have a present for you like no present
you have ever received nor will ever receive again." Breed sat and Blaine
sat as close to him as he could. I got the box.
"Sorry, Sweetheart, we didn't have time to gift wrap it. Be very
careful opening it because it's priceless."
"What did you guys get me?" He was so excited. He slowly untied the
ribbons holding the two pieces together and slowly parted the two halves.
It didn't hit him for a minute until he lifted it out of the box and held
it to the light.
"It isn't...?" I slowly nodded my head and smiled.
"I've carried it around with me for years. I cast it into a larger
block of acrylic but a friend of mine's dad carved it into it's present
shape. What do you think? Do you think it would upset him too much to get
it back?"
"Oh, hell, no. You don't know what a strong man he is. He would love
to know you cared enough to do this."
Yoshie and I drilled a small hole in the back end of it. We carefully
counter sunk a smaller hole and screwed in a small eye hook. We tied a
leather thong so if any one wanted to use it as a dildo they could shove it
in all the way and retrieve it easily.
"Do you think I could wear it?" Breed asked.
"Have you cleaned out."
"Yes, I did before we left home. He sometime lets someone fuck me for
his pleasure."
"We'll insert it for you but you can't give it to him with out the
people that love you both present. Promise me!" Breed promised.
"Wear it around for a while and enjoy your secret. It will come to me
how to break the idea to him I managed to save it. We'll see his reaction.
Then we can go from there."
Breed hit the position and we found some KY in Master Zack's night
stand, lubricated his ass and inserted it really well. Breed took it like
a trooper and didn't even complain when I seated it. There was just enough
of the leather thong sticking out not to be visible.
"Damn, I knew I picked the right man. He feels so damn good up there I
just may not give it to him." He laughed. "How can I thank you guys?"
"Just make damn sure we're all there."
"I will! Sounds hot to me as well." We left the bedroom and went back
into the living room. He rejoined his Master. Master Zack gave me a
questioning look.
"He's wearing it." I said softly to him. He smiled real big and nodded.
"Perfect." He said. Blaine and I made the rounds and told everyone.
Breed told me Josh wasn't shy about being nude in front of people. He did
it all the time. They managed to save his testicles. Breed says he could
suck on those all night. Later Josh and Breed joined the rest of us in the
larger hot pool. The pool was full all around.
Bull, Charlie, Sarge, Titus, my two Masters. Chief with Will sitting in
his lap so he didn't get his bandages wet. Button, Oscar, Billy, Master
Beryl, Blaine, Dirk, Allen, Master Zack and Button. No one said a word
about Josh's missing dick. They were all so use to Allen, Zane, Blaine,
Oscar, Billy and Allen that it was nothing to them.
The fact he chose to be a Master never entered their mind. Josh was
pleasant and well met. He had an upbeat sense of humor and readily joined
into the conversation. Josh was curious as to what happened to his dick.
"I know you put my cock in your pocket and tried like hell to get those
damn doctors to sew it back on. Did they just shit can it?"
"If I tell you will you keep an open mind?"
"You know it, Bro."
"One of my favorite nurses retrieved it from the trash, put it in a
small paper bag, sent me word she wanted to see me, hugged, kissed me and
slipped it in my pocket. I took it back to my small room. I was so angry
and frustrated I wanted it to have love one last time, and your cock was a
nice one.
I pulled two rubbers over it, tied a string to the rubbers, KY'd my ass
and shoved it up as far as I could get it. Then I went and fucked the holy
hell out of Wes. He told me it was the best fucking I ever gave him and
wanted to know what got into me?
I thought to myself, 'Oh Bro, if'n you only knew.'" Josh was laughing
his ass off. Then the worst part Josh, I beg your forgiveness, I slept
with it up my ass all night long." He laughed again.
"Thanks, Beau, that's a wonderful story." I saw the Dungeon Master wink
and smile like 'I told you so.' "That's priceless knowing my dick had one
last night of having someone love it. It makes it twice as sweet it was
you, Bro. In essence, you're the last man I ever fucked."
"There's more." He looked at me funny. "Remember those monkey pod
coffee tables everyone was making in the shop, pouring them with that
acrylic plastic."
"Yeah, I made one. My mom's still got it."
"I made a small box about two inches by two inches a little longer than
your cock and..."
"You didn't...?"
"I did. I've carried it around for years hoping against hope that I
would find you some day."
"My God, where is it, Beau?"
"There's more."
"Tell me for God's sake!"
"The dad of a close friend of mine is an artist at carving acrylic
figures and he took the block and carved it to a tolerance of a 1/4 inch
all around it. A piece of art made into a dildo with your cock inside."
"My God, Beau, where is it now?"
"Close by, in a safe place." Everyone giggled as I smiled at Breed. He
gave me the okay sign behind Josh's back.
"How close is close?" Josh asked, beginning to see that I was toying
with him.
"Within reaching distance." Breed was laughing his ass off and so was
everyone else.
"May I see it?"
"Sure, but first, you'll have to pull it out of your slave's ass." He
smiled like I was yanking his chain and looked at his slave. Breed smiled
real big at his Master and slowly nodded his head affirmative.
"That's right, Master, you're fucking me, even as we speak."
"Beau, you clever son of a bitch, come here you ass hole." I jumped into
his waiting arms. He hugged, kissed me held me close and started crying
again.
"This is too fucking much. You mean to tell me that I'm fucking my
slave right now, this very minute?"
"That's right, Master Josh." I said through my tears.
"I'd like to see any other Master here do that." He laughed and every
one laughed with him.
"Master, I promised they could watch when you pulled it out. Then would
my good Master consider putting it back in his slave for safe keeping.
That way you'll always know where it is." Everyone roared with laughter at
Breed. He was cute. Josh Cochran started crying again in my arms.
"Beau, you have no idea what this means to me. I not only owe you my
life and I will love you the rest of your days or mine,...but this,...Beau,
there isn't a medal high enough to pin on you. Talk about above and beyond
the call of duty. It is the supreme act of compassion and thoughtfulness,
right Gentlemen?" They all agreed with Master Josh.
"Your kiss would be the greatest honor you could give me Master
Cochran."
"Not just a kiss, my Sweet man,....the kiss you gave me that day. I'll
give it back to you now." Josh took me him his huge arms and started
kissing me until I thought I was gonna' pass out. It translated to my soul
the joy, the humility, the overwhelming pride he had for me that I thought
enough of him to keep a part of his body safe all these years.
Not a word was spoken in the spa. Everyone, felt it was a sacred moment
between two men who, hand in hand, walked up to death and smelled the foul
odor of his breath yet lived to share this sacred moment. We stopped and
he held me for a moment.
"I couldn't have lived through the pain if it wasn't for your love,
Beau. That was more important to me than the morphine or pot. You didn't
hold back that day. You poured your strength into me because you knew I
needed it. No greater love could a man have than to give another man, a
fallen comrade, his unconditional love. You are truly a unique human
being, Beau and I will love you to my last breath."
"It's only by your strength and help that I was able to let go of so
much a while ago. You have repaid me in kind."
"Well, lets go do it, Gentlemen, I want to see my cock again after all
these years. I agree with, Beau, it was a nice one."
"Still is, Master!" Breed allowed
We proceeded to Master Zack's dungeon. It was in a basement and was
almost as big as the upstairs of the house. Basements in the desert are
unusual. It was perfectly equipped with two slings facing each other. One
could only imagine why he would have slings in that arrangement. It was
painted the usual black.
The floor had large rubber mats over the proper areas of play. There
were closed cabinets and open shelves to display some of his collection of
toys. There were peg boards with prominently displayed whips, harnesses
and various paddles. I thought to myself, 'I hope he brings me down here.'
Master Josh ordered Breed into a sling and Breed hopped in. He threw
his legs to the supporting chains on the side. Master Zack handed Josh a
clean towel and then Josh saw the two small leather thongs sticking out of
Breed's ass.
"This is why you disappeared with Blaine earlier this evening. You're
forgiven for misleading me. I don't think I've ever received a nicer
present wrapped so uniquely." Everyone laughed. He began to pull on the
leather thongs and it popped out into the clean towel. He looked at it for
a moment and slowly turned to me.
"You've turned my cock into a work of art. This is fucking beautiful,
Beau. He handed it to Breed and lunged for my arms, hugging and kissing
me. He started crying again.
"How can I thank you, Beau? What can I say?"
"Just fuck me with it sometime while Breed watches." Everyone laughed.
"You got it, Bro. I remember a story of how the Last Emperor of China's
house men were caught stealing and selling the household goods of the
Emperor. They cut their dicks and balls off for punishment but gave them
back to them in small boxes so they might be buried whole. I wondered
about that custom until today.
Now, I know the feeling of having that part of me back. Not only did
you save my life, Beau, you've made me whole again. There are no words to
express what I'm feeling at this moment. I'm truly blessed to have found
you again and I will never, ever let you go."
"Here! Here!" Everyone said. He examined it carefully and shook his
head in disbelief.
"My slave has the best idea. It's the safest place to carry it and I'll
always know where it is. Pucker up, slave, Daddy's coming home." Everyone
laughed with him as he deftly slipped it back into Breed. Breed was
grinning from ear to ear.
"This is truly an answer to a wish I made last night with Breed. I told
him I wished I still had my cock because it was a nice one and would fuck
him good. It's not quite the same sensation but it comes damn close. He's
still getting fucked by my cock."
"You feel mighty good too, Dad. Thank you, Master." I was so relieved
it turned out well I sought out Master Zack.
Part IV~The Whip Master
"Master Zack could this unworthy slave request you consider something,
Sir?"
"Name it, slave."
"This slave needs to have his ass whipped tonight in your dungeon to
bring me down to Earth."
"It probably would do us both a world of good. I'll certainly consider
your request slave. Let me see what I can do. I think Button may want to
stay with Sarge and Titus tonight. Let me ask them if they'll take him for
me. He loves to stay with them."
"Do you want an audience slave? A select few? One?"
"You're referring to Will aren't you Master?" He got a grin on his face
like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"Well,... yes." said Master Zack.
"Master Zack I will obey you whatever you choose. Do you think it might
frighten him?"
"It's what I am, slave. You know that. I don't want another Button. I
love him dearly but I can count on one hand the number of times we've ever
played down here. If it scares the kid then I don't want him."
"Understandable." I replied thoughtfully.
"I want a slave that can hit the ground running or at least is not
afraid for me to train him."
"I don't think you'll have that problem with Will, Master Zack. I get
the feeling in your hands you can shape him to be the total slave you need.
I've said too much. I don't want to influence you. Could this unworthy
slave ask a favor, Master?"
"What is it, slave?"
"If you want him to watch. You be the one to invite him and tell him
the truth
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Monday, July 26, 2004
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Me and my Father In law-1
By jeevan80>
I got mails from a lady and she is very much interested in having sex
with her father in law. This makes her feel guilty and she wrote me about
it. I told her not be guilty and no harm in imagining anything that
arouses you . so here is the imagination written for her pleasure and I
hope she will achieve this in real life. Best luck to you Minu...........
read it in her own narration.
I am Minu. It's my first time to talk to you all so forgive me if I
make mistakes. I am about 35 and married for the last 10 years. All these
years my husband and me had nice sex life and he really can satisfy me. Of
late we both started reading erotic literature on the Internet and read
many stories on husband watching his wife getting fucked by other men. To
tell you the truth we both were tremendously aroused after reading these
type of stories. We started talking about it while having sex and the
effect it made on our pleasure was very astonishing. Just thinking of
getting fucked by other men aroused me to my peak and my hubby Sunil had
instant erection just talking about this. He used to talk about any of his
friend fucking me in front of him and sometimes strangers too.
This led to some imagination of my own. Now to come to the point I am
staying with his parents, my Father in law and Mother in law. My FIL
(Father In Law) is 59 yr. of age and still very active. He has lot of
friends and is very jolly fellow, always cutting some jokes and laughing
nicely. He is medium built and look younger than his age. Name is Ravi.
He wears specs but that adds to his personality. That was my FIL!
As I had told you I started to imagine my FIL to be the other man who
fucks me. Initially I just tried to avoid such thoughts but I could not!
Every time we have sex it was my father in law I imagined to be fucking me.
That was just imagination friends! And that made me cum several times. I
never told this to my husband Sunil but it was my own secret. When I read
some stories from Jeevan the intensity of imagination increased. The other
stories like 'Debauchery of young housewife' was far more arousing and I
started to put myself in the place of the young heroine of the story. Ohhh
god! Was I pervert? How such thoughts of getting fucked by my own FIL
came in my mind?
Finally I wrote to Jeevan and he gave me proper advice. So here I am
imagining the sex thing with my FIL.
My FIL's name is Ravi and he is about 59 yr. of age. He has medium
built and wears specs. But the specks suit him and he looks smarter. He
is very jolly and laughs a lot. I could say that his sex life was still
active with his wife, though I have never seen them in actual sexual act.
But his behavior told me this. I have seen him without a banian many times
and I observed lots of hair on his back. I have read some where that men
who had hair on the back were sexually very active and I loved this.
I decided to seduce him somehow or the other and so I started showing
him my assets making it to be accidental. Now I am plumpish (no no...dont
say fat) with a figure 36C-32-38...thats not slim but not fat too! . I
have shoulder length straight hair and like to leave it free when I am in
the house. I wear Sari / salwar kameej even in the house. To show off my
body to my FIL, I wore the sari below the naval, exposing my fleshy belly
and stomach to him. I take the pallu on my left shoulder so that he could
see the form of my 36" breasts. I had to be very careful from other
members of my family, specially my MIL. Routinely, my husband leaves the
house daily at about 10 am and my MIL by 1030 for her school (she was a
teacher ). That gave me ample time to be alone with my Fil. As soon as
these members left the house, I would adjust my saree and take it down
below my naval. I purposely did not cover the front portion of my belly
and stomach because I wanted my FIL to look at this asset of mine. Many a
times he started at my exposed stomach as I did some household chores but
moved his eyes away fast. He must be feeling some guilt too! Then I
started to give him glimpses of the curves of my breasts by bending down in
front of him and letting my pallo fall from my shoulders. Ohhh that would
fix him! He would stare at my breasts and then look deep down to see if he
could see more! This way I derived lot of pleasure and I used to get very
wet down there and had to masturbate just thinking of him. I had to do
something more! I had to get him into my bed and fuck him!
As this continued his attitude towards me changes and he took every
opportunity to talk to me and even touch me casually. One day I decided to
show him something more! We have a 2 bedroom flat and the common hall lies
in the center. From the hall you can see the door of my bedroom. The TV
is just in the line with the door of our bedroom and if one is watching TV
he could just see what's happening in our bedroom. I decided to take the
advantage of this. That day my FIL was watching TV and may be that was
some cricket match he was interested in. I decided to make my move and
went to the bedroom. I kept the door open and went inside. Then I looked
at the hall and could clearly see my FIL looking at the TV. I made some
movements just to confirm that he could see what I was doing inside. And I
could see him looking at me while watching TV. Now I stood and unwrapped
my pallo to remove my sari. As the pallo fell down my breasts stood free,
just covered by the blouse. I looked at the hall, not directly but just
from the corners of my eyes. YES he was watching. I removed the sari and
stood there just in my blouse and petticoat. Ohh god! My entire body was
trembling with excitement and felt goose pimples all over my body. That
was the sign of excitement and sexual arousal for me. Yes ! I then
unbuttoned my blouse and slowly removed it. I did it real slow so that FIL
had nice view of my breasts uncovering. Part 2 follows.
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By jeevan80>
I got mails from a lady and she is very much interested in having sex
with her father in law. This makes her feel guilty and she wrote me about
it. I told her not be guilty and no harm in imagining anything that
arouses you . so here is the imagination written for her pleasure and I
hope she will achieve this in real life. Best luck to you Minu...........
read it in her own narration.
I am Minu. It's my first time to talk to you all so forgive me if I
make mistakes. I am about 35 and married for the last 10 years. All these
years my husband and me had nice sex life and he really can satisfy me. Of
late we both started reading erotic literature on the Internet and read
many stories on husband watching his wife getting fucked by other men. To
tell you the truth we both were tremendously aroused after reading these
type of stories. We started talking about it while having sex and the
effect it made on our pleasure was very astonishing. Just thinking of
getting fucked by other men aroused me to my peak and my hubby Sunil had
instant erection just talking about this. He used to talk about any of his
friend fucking me in front of him and sometimes strangers too.
This led to some imagination of my own. Now to come to the point I am
staying with his parents, my Father in law and Mother in law. My FIL
(Father In Law) is 59 yr. of age and still very active. He has lot of
friends and is very jolly fellow, always cutting some jokes and laughing
nicely. He is medium built and look younger than his age. Name is Ravi.
He wears specs but that adds to his personality. That was my FIL!
As I had told you I started to imagine my FIL to be the other man who
fucks me. Initially I just tried to avoid such thoughts but I could not!
Every time we have sex it was my father in law I imagined to be fucking me.
That was just imagination friends! And that made me cum several times. I
never told this to my husband Sunil but it was my own secret. When I read
some stories from Jeevan the intensity of imagination increased. The other
stories like 'Debauchery of young housewife' was far more arousing and I
started to put myself in the place of the young heroine of the story. Ohhh
god! Was I pervert? How such thoughts of getting fucked by my own FIL
came in my mind?
Finally I wrote to Jeevan and he gave me proper advice. So here I am
imagining the sex thing with my FIL.
My FIL's name is Ravi and he is about 59 yr. of age. He has medium
built and wears specs. But the specks suit him and he looks smarter. He
is very jolly and laughs a lot. I could say that his sex life was still
active with his wife, though I have never seen them in actual sexual act.
But his behavior told me this. I have seen him without a banian many times
and I observed lots of hair on his back. I have read some where that men
who had hair on the back were sexually very active and I loved this.
I decided to seduce him somehow or the other and so I started showing
him my assets making it to be accidental. Now I am plumpish (no no...dont
say fat) with a figure 36C-32-38...thats not slim but not fat too! . I
have shoulder length straight hair and like to leave it free when I am in
the house. I wear Sari / salwar kameej even in the house. To show off my
body to my FIL, I wore the sari below the naval, exposing my fleshy belly
and stomach to him. I take the pallu on my left shoulder so that he could
see the form of my 36" breasts. I had to be very careful from other
members of my family, specially my MIL. Routinely, my husband leaves the
house daily at about 10 am and my MIL by 1030 for her school (she was a
teacher ). That gave me ample time to be alone with my Fil. As soon as
these members left the house, I would adjust my saree and take it down
below my naval. I purposely did not cover the front portion of my belly
and stomach because I wanted my FIL to look at this asset of mine. Many a
times he started at my exposed stomach as I did some household chores but
moved his eyes away fast. He must be feeling some guilt too! Then I
started to give him glimpses of the curves of my breasts by bending down in
front of him and letting my pallo fall from my shoulders. Ohhh that would
fix him! He would stare at my breasts and then look deep down to see if he
could see more! This way I derived lot of pleasure and I used to get very
wet down there and had to masturbate just thinking of him. I had to do
something more! I had to get him into my bed and fuck him!
As this continued his attitude towards me changes and he took every
opportunity to talk to me and even touch me casually. One day I decided to
show him something more! We have a 2 bedroom flat and the common hall lies
in the center. From the hall you can see the door of my bedroom. The TV
is just in the line with the door of our bedroom and if one is watching TV
he could just see what's happening in our bedroom. I decided to take the
advantage of this. That day my FIL was watching TV and may be that was
some cricket match he was interested in. I decided to make my move and
went to the bedroom. I kept the door open and went inside. Then I looked
at the hall and could clearly see my FIL looking at the TV. I made some
movements just to confirm that he could see what I was doing inside. And I
could see him looking at me while watching TV. Now I stood and unwrapped
my pallo to remove my sari. As the pallo fell down my breasts stood free,
just covered by the blouse. I looked at the hall, not directly but just
from the corners of my eyes. YES he was watching. I removed the sari and
stood there just in my blouse and petticoat. Ohh god! My entire body was
trembling with excitement and felt goose pimples all over my body. That
was the sign of excitement and sexual arousal for me. Yes ! I then
unbuttoned my blouse and slowly removed it. I did it real slow so that FIL
had nice view of my breasts uncovering. Part 2 follows.
I am posting it to groups./group/jeevansfangrup/
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