Booger Red & Cowboy

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Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf

<Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com> ================================================================ BOOGER RED & COWBOY By Waddie Greywolf

CHAPTER 16

"I don't know what got into me, I usually don't tell someone I just met about me and Sonny. Somehow, I trust you and Cowboy. I felt you'd understand." Boots said to Red.

"I certainly do understand. For one thing, you can see there's a large difference in Cowboy's and my age. I'm damn near thirty years older than Cowboy. We bonded and he wanted to be my slave. I had the blessing of his dad that raised him and his Uncle Bud who was his biological father. Sonny's twenty-one?" asked Red guessing."

"Yeah, last June fifteenth."

"There's not a large age difference between you and Sonny. You must have been a kid when you had him."

"I was twenty-one. I'm forty-two now."

"Cowboy's twenty-two." volunteered Red.

"Damn, I'd swear he was older than that." said Boots.

"The kids had a tough row to hoe. I understand what you're saying and you're right;---I'll tell you bout it later. Go on with what you were telling me bout raising Sonny."

"Well, the biggest trouble is," Boots continued, "I fell in love with the little shit and I guess we're stuck with each other. I could do worse, so could he for that matter. I've had a couple of guys try to take him away from me. He wouldn't go with em. I told him I wouldn't consider letting him go off by himself or with some biker until he was eighteen. If he tried to run off with some scoot bum before he turned eighteen, I'd search til I found `em, kill the son of a bitch that took him away from me, then he'd have to come visit his old man in prison. I was serious and he knew it. He didn't want that.

We got him a bike when he was old enough for a license. Once he turned eighteen, I told him he could go if he wanted. He knows I loved him, always will, but if he felt like he needed to spread his wings, go for it. I'd never admit it to Sonny but if he did take off with some biker,--Red, I don't know what I'd do. I love him so much, I think it would kill me." Boots said softly, "I don't know what I'd do without him.

I woke up one morning a couple of years ago and lay there looking at him stretched out long side me and thought, My God, it was only last year he was my little buddy, toddling after me, trying his best to run, giggling, laughing and yelling he was gonna' catch me.'

`I'm a' gonna' catch you, Daddy.' Boots said in a small voice. Boots paused for a minute and turned his head away so Red wouldn't see the tear he wiped away.

"He'd grown into a man before my eyes and I hadn't seen it. Somehow, he went from a helpless little blob of flesh to the handsome young man laying next to me over night and I missed it. My heart almost stopped, Red. He wasn't my little boy anymore. He wasn't my little buddy. I was so use to showing him love, it became a comfortable habit. I was so use to loving him, I took Sonny and my need to love him for granted. He had turned into a good looking, young man that was growing up to look like me and it struck me,--not only did I love him `cause he's my boy, I'd fallen in love with my son as a man.

Still am, Red. Ain't never told him. Oh, I still tell him I love him, I'm proud of him and all that, but not sit down with him, looked him in the eye, man to man, and said, `I'm in love with you, Son.' Maybe one of these days-.

As I lay there looking at him I though of all those times I wish't he weren't around as a kid. When I couldn't run off and do something I wanted `cause I had him to think about. I was suddenly deeply ashamed of myself because I realized my investment in raising him was worth ten times the temporary disappointment I might have suffered because I felt trapped.

I raised a good boy. One I was proud to call my son. Now, I realized he'd become a man. On one hand, I was proud of him and myself to have come that far, on the other, I saw a vast expanse of nothingness, loneliness and boredom should I lose him. It's one thing to live with a kid dependent on you but when you wake up one morning and you suddenly realize you've become dependent on him, it can shake you to your core; scare the holy shit out of you.

"Believe me, I understand? When Cowboy left me, I almost went crazy. It was over the Christmas, New Year's holidays a couple of years ago. I bought a gun to end my misery on Christmas eve. I got drunk and passed out instead. Threw the gun away the next day. Ever thought about making Sonny your slave, Son?"

"Oh, yeah, I've thought about it. He begs me to make him my slave. I don't know. Lots of bikers have male slaves. I've seen good slaves and bad slaves, same's I've seen good Masters and some real son's of bitches. There's no reason some Masters have to be so damn hard nosed to their slave. If the son of a bitch had a teaspoon of brains he could have his slave eating out of his hand and loving it.

I always admired Masters that had a well trained slave, that was polite, had manners, served their Master because they bonded with him, loved him and wouldn't be happy doing anything else. Those Masters never tried to break their slave's spirit. They love and respect their slave's for what he brings to their bonding. They're proud of him and encourage him to become an extension of themselves.

I sense that with you and Cowboy. Ain't nothing shy `bout that kid, -yet, it's obvious he admires, respects and loves you very much. From what little you've told me I get the same feeling from you about him. Yet, there's no doubt in Sonny or my mind who's in charge. You don't demean him nor humiliate him to let people know you're his Master. You don't have to. You're firm, in control but considerate of him. The respect and love that passes between you leaves no doubt that Cowboy is Booger Red's personal property. That to me is how it should be between a Master and slave.

I'm not sure how different that would be from what Sonny and I have now. Most times he licks my old boots clean. I'll lay down in the tent and throw my boots outside. I've never asked him to clean them. He just considers it his job. He's proud of his old man and knows I'm proud of him for wanting to show the world he loves me enough to want to be proud of me. I know that may sound convoluted but you get the idea.

We have polish and rags for him to use. He insists on using his tongue, and unless they're really dirty, he won't use the rags. He'll sit there for an hour or more licking and cleaning my dirty old boots; does a damn good job on `em too. The other bikers walk by and razz him. Don't bother Sonny none. They're his old man's boots and they're gonna' be the cleanest in the camp.

When he got a little older, about fifteen, he drove me nuts for a year begging me to let him sit on my dick. He got me thinking cause he told me, it was something he had to have. If I didn't wanna' give it to him or couldn't cause I was straight he'd understand but sooner or later he was going to find a man that would. He promised me he wouldn't until I gave him permission. Again, I didn't want him getting into trouble with some biker that might hurt him and ruin him for life. I've seen it happen to more than one kid."

"Yeah, me, too." added Red.

"On his sixteenth birthday I bought him a douche bag for one of his birthday presents. He opened it, looked at it for a minute, started to ask me why I'd given him a douche bag for his birthday. Then the lights came on. Son of a bitch! Ain't never seen a kid so happy with a birthday present in my life. He hugged and kissed me, thanking me and told me it was the best damn birthday gift he'd ever gotten. He said I never had to give him another. He understood what it meant, `cause I'd told him how he should prepare himself before he gave himself to a man. That way, he wouldn't get hurt and it's just cleaner. He certainly knew what to do with it and cleaned himself good.

I'd never stuck my dick in a man before. Never had sex with one, except to let Sonny suck me off but never done nothing else. When that kid finally took all of me up his little butt I thought I had entered the gates of heaven. I knew at that moment I'd probably never go back to cunt. He took one stroke with his little butt and I shot a load in him I thought would come out his mouth. Now, I can't fuck him enough for either of us." The two men laughed.

"He does what I tell him. He never questions anything I tell him to do. One day I pointed to a pile of dog shit on the ground, and told him to pick it up and eat it. He never hesitated, didn't look at me funny or nothing, walked over, picked it up and it was on it's way to his mouth when I knocked it out of his hand. He looked at me like, why'd you do that dad I would've eaten it. I grabbed him, held him and started crying. I told him I was only joking. I'd never ask him to do anything like that.

Cleaning me out's a different story." The two men laughed again. "He started that one night, got into it `for I knew what he was doing his little tongue hit something in there and I thought my guts were coming out through my dick, I came so hard."

"Excuse me for a minute, Boots, gotta' let some of this out and help out a couple of thirsty young men." Boots grinned at Red. Master Red took our bottles with him to the head. The bar tender was still sniffin' the cunt at the end of the bar and his back was turned to us most of the time. Master Red returned with the bottles filled to the top. He handed me the first one and Sonny the second.

"Thanks, Master." I told him.

"Thanks, Master Red, `preciate it, I'll enjoy this." and he did. Sonny didn't want to drink it fast. He'd take a mouth full and wouldn't speak to me for several minutes. I walked up behind him as he was leaning over the table to make a shot and speak in a low voice.

"Swallow it, Sonny. He'll let you have all you want as long as you're polite, considerate, and respectful." I heard him gulp and we both fell out laughing

"How'd ju' know?" Sonny asked laughing.

"`Cause I done the same damn thing." We laughed again.

Red sat back down to talk with Boots. I wondered what they were talking about `cause old Boots was undressing me with his eyes. The same way my old man in Mason looked at me when I knew he was gettin' the hornies for some boy butt.

"What's your last name, Boots, if you don't mind me asking."

"Gunn." Boots replied. Red almost fell off his chair, hesitated for a moment; gathered himself; cold shivers ran up his spine; he shook his head as if to clear it and thought to himself,

`Holy shit! These are the men that bear the same name as Cowboy's. Somehow they have to be the family members Buck said the Old Man would send us. This is too damn much. Calm yourself, Red. You can play this out.' Red went white and was visibly shaken but he found the calm he needed to continue.

"You serious, Boots? How do you spell it--?" ask my Master.

"G-u-n-n," Boots spelled out, "What's wrong, Red?" he asked curiously, "You look kind of pale. Did I say something wrong?"

"Oh, no. It's, nothing. I saved the life of a buddy in Korea and his last name was Gunn. Loved him a lot. We're still tight today. You don't run into many people with that name. It's a little unusual. Have any brothers or sisters, Boots?"

"None that I know of. I was an only child."

"Where was your family from, originally?"

"Some small town west of San Antonio, Texas, between San Antonio and Ft. Stockton. I think the name of it was `Mason' or something like that. My great-granddad disinherited my granddad and sent him packing when he found out he liked men as well as women. Told him he neither wanted to see nor hear from him again. No son of his was gonna' be filthy sodomite. As far as the old man was concerned, he was dead to his family. The only thing was, the boy was his oldest and carried his name. He kicked his son out when he was only fifteen.

Well, he come out here to California and got job. He settled here in Bakersfield, married, prospered and had four kids, two boys and two girls. When he got on his feet, got some money together, the first thing he did was have his name legally changed. If he was dead to his family he sure as hell wasn't gonna' wear his old man's name for the rest of his life.

I never could blame granddad `cause I loved him and he loved me. He changed his name to Andrew Jackson Gunn. Everyone here in town knew him as Andy Gunn. For years he owned the only garage here in Bakersfield. He mellowed as he got older and by the time my dad come along he named him after his daddy, William Arthur Gunn."

"Say again, please, Boots. I'm not sure I heard you correctly." Red swallowed hard and choked on his beer to keep from spitting a mouth full on Boots. He'd had been leaning back in his chair, almost lost his balance and fell. He couldn't believe what he'd just heard.

"William Arthur Gunn." Boots replied. Red hadn't heard wrong. Boots went on, "Granddad talked to me a lot. I was the only grand kid that paid him much attention. He'n I use to go fishing together and you learn a lot about a man sittin' beside him fishing. He wouldn't admit it but I think naming my dad after his dad was his way of forgiving his old man for what he'd done. However, he never told nobody, not even my grandma, he was a junior' or that he had any family. My grandmother never knew he'd changed his name til years after they were married.

My uncle, my dad's brother was killed in Korea and one of my aunts died in child birth. My other aunt was an old maid school teacher and passed away about a year ago so I heard. Sonny and I never had much to do with them.

Shortly before his death, granddad told his family he had a big family back in Texas. When his dad cut him off he took him at his word and did the same to him. He was honest with us and told us the reason why. He said as a young man he had no preference. He liked both sexes equally. He never lied to my grandma; she knew. He told her he would always love her, give her children, support her and the kids, be with her for life, but occasionally he might have a male dalliance. He would be discreet and never embarrass her.

Grandma didn't care, she wasn't much interested in sex anyway and came to love the man granddad picked to be his partner. She always laughed when she told us she never had to worry about her husband cheating on her with another woman. What he chose to do in private with Harold was their business.

Granddad was always good to her, loved her, gave her sex when she wanted it and provided well for her and the kids. If he wanted to share affection with Harold, she saw nothing wrong with it. He hadn't lied to her when he married her and true to his word, he was discrete. She always knew when he was spending time with Harold and never bothered them unless there was a dire emergency.

After the first couple of years, grandma decided that it was stupid and silly for Harold not to be a part of the family. She started including him in all holidays, when the kids graduated from high school, marriages, and the birth of grand kids. Uncle Harold was invited to every family happening. No one but granddad and grandma knew Uncle Harold wasn't a blood relation.

If dad forgot to invite him, grandma would call him and invite him herself. They grew fond of each other over the years. Harold sat with the family at my granddad's funeral; held my grandma's hand. We all loved him. He was a fine man. Sonny and I would stop by to see him every now and then until he passed away several years ago.

Hell, we kids didn't know `til granddad told us about his family back in Texas that Uncle Harold wasn't our uncle. We didn't care, he was still Uncle Harold to us. It kinda ripped my dad a new ass hole but he deserved it. He'd always been an uptight mother fucker. I tried to talk to him one time about it and he told me he wouldn't discuss it. He was angry with his dad for years after that. He didn't cut him off but you could tell there was a distance between them.

It bothered granddad at first, but then he developed the attitude that he'd provided for his kids all those years, if they couldn't cut him some slack, he wasn't gonna' eat shit, beg them to understand and love him. I guess I've held that against my old man all these years `cause I always loved my granddad.

After I was pretty sure Sonny was gonna' be like his great-granddad, I never took him around my dad no more. He died about five years ago. Sonny and I were off on an extended run somewhere and I didn't learn about it til we got back. Bob and Larry went to his funeral and kept all the news clippings for us. Sonny and I rode out to the cemetery, found his grave, and I cried. I realized I wasn't crying cause he was dead and I'd lost my dad. I was crying for what might have been between us and never was. I doubled my resolve that day, I wasn't going to be that way with my son.

My dad had me and I had Billy three. Actually I'm three and Sonny's four but my granddad insisted he wasn't `junior.' He'd changed his name and it was Andrew Jackson Gunn; end of conversation. As far as he was concerned my dad was the first William Arthur Gunn in our family, I was Junior and Sonny was Billy three."

Red slowly shook his head in disbelief as a big grin crossed his face. Buck wasn't kidding when he said they'd have the same damn name.

"Granddad was so adamant he had his own headstone carved, Andrew Jackson Gunn, five years before he died. I understand we still have relatives back in that small West Texas town but we don't know em. Someday I'd like to meet em. Don't have no family left except my kid. We may have some cousins out there somewhere but we ain't never met `em.

I was surprised when Sonny brung me a newspaper article about a Billy Gunn that was a champion rodeo rider several years ago. I think he was from Texas. We never looked into it. Probably should have. Then Billy three reads me this newspaper article about another rodeo cowboy, maybe the same one, by the same name, saved some Arab prince's life in Las Vegas. His picture was in the paper. He had blood all over him and we couldn't much tell what he looked like. We were in Denver at the time. Rode to Vegas and tried to look him up but the Riviera was so guarded we couldn't get through to even leave a message.

Booger could barely contain himself the more he found out. He was enjoying this. As he put the picture together, piece by piece it was getting harder and harder to keep his excitement contained. Red couldn't help shaking his head in disbelief. `Not possible,' he thought. He tried to remember how many times he heard Cowboy say,

"Gee Red, I wish I had more family. Now, all I got left is Dad, Uncle Joe, Lester and you, of course. God said he was gonna' give me more immediate family that you were gonna' love as much as me. Don't know how but Red, I gotta' trust him. I do trust him and somehow, It'll happen."

God gave him Master Ben for a brother and now this. I believe Cowboy. Now I know my slave really heard the voice of God and because he decided to do what the Old Man wanted, he decided to reward Cowboy with something he always wanted. What were the chances? The probability of ever meeting these two men, let alone in a small bar in Bakersfield.

Poor Boots,--he didn't have a clue. He couldn't know how close he was to one of his relatives. One of the finest young men, ever, to bear the name, Gunn. Red was about ready to split right down the middle and knew he couldn't keep this to himself much longer. Boots kept looking at my Master like `What the hell are you driving at? You know something you ain't telling me.' Red kept chuckling to himself.

"Excuse me a minute, Boots. Cowboy you and Sonny drop what you're doing and get your butts over here." We did as Master Red ordered.

"Sit down, both of you." Red barked, "Cowboy, take a good look at Mr. Boots and tell me who he looks like."

"That ain't hard, Master. He and Sonny look enough like my old man to be brothers. I don't mean to be rude Mr. Boots but I keep looking at you not only because I think you're one of the finest looking men I've seen in a while, but you could be a younger version of me' dear old dad. I was home with him in Mason bout two weeks ago."

It was Boots turn to choke on his beer and looked at me funny when I mentioned Mason. His eyes got big as saucers.

"Mason, Texas, Cowboy?" Boots asked me. I nodded affirmative to him. He looked puzzled as he turned his attention back to Red. He didn't know what, but Boots had a feeling Red had a bomb he was getting ready to drop in his lap.

"So, you'd like to meet your relatives, Boots?" Red asked grinning as he tilted back in his chair.

"Yeah, sure would, Red." Boots replied with sincerity.

"Well, you're looking at him, Son." Red motioned toward me. "Probably your third or fourth cousin." Boots was looking at me and we were both mystified. What could Red mean?

"What do you mean, Red?" Boots asked unbelieving.

"Gimme' your driver's license, Cowboy." I whipped out my wallet, removed it and handed it to Red He handed it Boots. Boots turned it toward the light to read my name, William Arthur Gunn III.

"Aauuww, naww,--this can't be!" Boots moaned as he got up from his chair and headed for the light over the pool table to see if he was reading it correctly. He returned, sat down, looked at me and handed my license back.

"All right, Red, you and Cowboy got me, where's the camera? This is Candid Camera, right?" Boots asked Red. I saw Sonny look at me puzzled and handed my license to him. He read it and turned ghost white.

"He's the cowboy you read about in the newspapers." Red said quietly.

"No! You're lying to me. Ain't no way."

"Why the hell do you think I call him `Cowboy'? He and his Uncle Bud were the national champions four years ago in team competition roping.

"You're blowing smoke up our butt's, Red."

"He's the man that saved the prince's life?" added Red for a clincher, "Still got that picture in your wallet, Son?" I pulled out a small glossy photo the newspaper man sent us of the shooting in Vegas. I gave it to my Master and he handed it to Boots."

"Son of a bitch! It was you, Cowboy,--and that's you beside him, ain't it, Red?"

"Yep! Now you believe me, Son?

"Master, what's going on here?" I asked Red.

"Cowboy, do you remember the story you told me about Buck telling you the Old Man was gonna' send you two immediate family members that would bear your name to help us?" Red told me later I turned pale white. He thought I was gonna' faint.

"Okay, Boots, you wanna' tell him or you want me to." Red grinned at Boots. Boots held up his hand for Red to wait a minute. He handed me his license and I couldn't believe what it read. William Arthur Gunn Jr. Holy shit! This man and his son must to be kin to me. Red must be right. That's why they look so much like my dad.

"Give him your license, Son." Boots told Sonny quietly. Sonny handed me his. William Arthur Gunn III.

"No! No fuckin' way." I said in a loud voice, "What? How? Oh, shit! What the hells going on here?" was all I could get out.

"Easy Son, we'll tell you everything." Red calmed me,"You see, Boots, he's just as confused as you are `cause he ain't heard the complete story yet." Boots shook his head and got a wide grin on his face as he looked closer at me. I looked at Sonny's license again and handed it back to him.

"That means you're William Arthur Gunn the third, same's me, Sonny"

"I'll be damned. Is this true, Dad? Is Cowboy, Billy Gunn, the rodeo rider I read you about?"

"Looks that way, Son." Boots was wiping away tears.

"Fuck it, Cowboy, gimme' a hug. You're the only family Sonny and I got." The big man stood up and he could have been my dad's twin. No wonder I was attracted to him and his kid. I gave him a big hug.

I hugged Sonny who was beginning to tear up by that time. Red and Boots recounted their conversation to Sonny and I. We were amazed. How could this happen? I've heard God moves in mysterious ways but this---? This was more than simply mysterious. This is down right miraculous. I trusted him. He delivered. I was reduced to tears. We all were.

The bartender's girlfriend had been watching and told the bartender.

"Hey guys! What's going on over there?"

"Take him all three license's Boots and show him. He won't believe it." I gave Boots my license again and so did Sonny. He walked over to the bar and handed the bartender the three license.

"We just discovered by chance we're long lost family to each other. What are the chances we'd have the same names?" Boots asked the bartender.

"Son-of-a-bitch! You do have the same names. I always knew you and the kid as Boots and Sonny but what I want to know is which Billy Gunn is the champion roper?" The bartender asked.

"That`ud be me, Sir." I held up my hand.

"Same cowboy saved that Arab prince's life in Vegas."

"Yes, Sir! Same one." I replied.

"Well, Gentlemen, that calls for one on the house. Here you go. No wonder you were in tears. Be enough to shake any man to his foundation. Enjoy gentlemen!"

Sonny looked at me and frowned. I started laughing. I could read his mind. He didn't want to have to drink real beer when he had his wet dream Master to provide him with all the liquid refreshment he could handle. I was laughing and he started laughing, then so did Red. Before he got to the table with the four beers, Boots knew what we were laughing about and started laughing, too. We toasted the bartender and thanked him for the beers. Boots immediately gave his to his dad and I gave mine to my Master.

What were the chances we'd stop in the same bar they did? I shared with them a story Dad told me one night after I got back from Nam. One of his great uncles, named William Arthur Gunn, Jr. was kicked out of the family `cause he liked men as well as women. Said he never contacted the family again but to his dying day his great-granddad regretted what he'd done. In an attempt to lessen his dad's anguish, Big Gunn's granddad name his son after his dad. Of course, Big Gunn's dad became the first in our branch of the family to carry his great-granddad's name.

The guilt of cutting his son out of his family ate the old man up. He realized too late he should've forgiven his son. Rather than think about it and try to find a way to understand, he over reacted and slammed the door forever in his son's face. Secretly he thought that when his son had seen the error of his ways he would repent, return to his father and beg his forgiveness. He would've forgiven the boy and all would be forgotten.

Unfortunately, his son took him at his word and felt he had neither reason to repent nor ask his dad's forgiveness. The old man tried for years, every way he could to find his son to send him a letter asking his forgiveness. On his deathbed he prayed to God and to his son to forgive him for rejecting him.

Dad laughed and said it must run in the family. Boots agreed. I'm a' thinking he might be right. I concluded from Boots story, his granddads father couldn't locate him because he changed his name.

"You guys staying in Bakersfield?" Master Red asked Boots.

"Yeah, when we're here. Most times we're on the road. I told you about Bob and Larry, the two gay men that own a motel. They used to be bikers, still are, and rode with Sonny and me even before Sonny was old enough to have his own bike. They took care of Sonny for me for two years while I worked.

They let us stay there for nothing cause we've been friends so long. We do work for them around the place. Hell, they've always got some new project or something broke around the motel. They wait til Sonny and I come back to fix em. They think Sonny'n me's straight arrow outlaw bikers. We never told em different.

They want to suck us off ever now and then and we let em. They're good men. We love em. They've been damn good to Sonny and me and we try to be good to them too. They think of Sonny as their kid. They're all the time buying him shit. We usually don't overdo our stays so we can always have a place to come to in the area. We're here about a month or two, a week at a time, over a year. They're always happy to have us and we enjoy them, too. You guys staying in Bakersfield. They got rooms at the motel."

"Cowboy, we don't have to be at Jeb's and Jim's `til tomorrow morning. We're ahead of schedule. What say we get a room at their motel?" Red knew he didn't have to ask but was being informal and considerate.

"If you guys are low on cash you could stay with us. We got two double beds." Boots generously offered. Red looked at me and smiled.

"We're flush. We can afford a room. Thanks for the offer. We appreciate it. Let's let the boys finish their game and we can finish our beers." Sonny ran to his `Booger beer' and chug-a-luged it. I finished mine and started to return it to my Master for him to decide if he wanted to honor me with more.

"Think he'd let me have one more, Cowboy?"

"Remember what I told you. Oh, hell, gimme' your bottle, little Brother." Sonny looked funny at me, his eyes got watery and he hugged me again.

"Damn, wasn't expecting that, Cowboy, but it sure sounds good to me."

"Me, too, Sonny, me too. I've always wanted a brother, now God's sent me one."

"Oh, God, Cowboy, you don't know how I wish't I had a brother, too." That started both of us off.

"By the way, Sonny, your old man is so fucking hot he makes my dick drool." He roared with laughter.

"Oh, yeah! Well your old man makes my ass hole lose it's pucker and I've almost shit my pants twice." Then we both roared with laughter. I took our empty bottles back over and sat them on the table for my Master. They both looked up at me and smiled.

"We have time for another quick one, Master?" I asked him.

"I don't see why not, but when your Masters want to leave, remind Sonny it's bad manners to leave any Master beer in his bottle. I know you won't, you've been trained." Red and Boots continued their conversation.

"If'n Cowboy said I look so much like his dad, how come Cowboy don't look more like me and Sonny, Master Red?"

"Damn good question, Boots. And there's an answer for it, but I assure you, Cowboy's great-great-grandfather was William Arthur Gunn, your great-grandfather." Red laughed and told him to fasten his seat belt `cause he's about to tell him a story he ain't gonna' believe but Red swore to him was God's honest truth. My Master proceeded to tell him my story. I saw him looking at me and shaking his head in disbelief.

"But you have to consider, his biological dad, Bud Cumming's grandfather was Cowboy's dad's granddad as well. Your grandfather and Big Guns grandfather were brothers. That would make you second or third cousin to Big Gunn and Bud Cummings and third or fourth cousin to Cowboy. I know it's confusing but Big Gunn, Cowboy's dad that raised him is also Cowboy's third cousin.

His Uncle Bud, Cowboy's biological father, was his uncle by marriage and also his second cousin."

"Tell you one damn thing, Red, you got one hell of a good looking slave there. He may not look like a Gunn but he's got to be the most handsome man I've ever seen. Hope you don't get upset but I ain't been able to take my fucking eyes off him since you guys walked in. To think he's related to us is too much to believe.

You know, it's funny, `cause it ain't a sexual feeling like you might lust after a good looking woman. I've seen a couple of men over the years I kinda lusted for but Cowboy's different,--it's like I know him."

"Would you like to bunk it in with him this evening?" My Master asked the big man grinning.

"Ain't never been with another man but Sonny,--`cept to be sucked off a couple of times by some Master's slave and the guys at the motel where we're staying; don't know if I'd know how to please him. He sure is one hell of a handsome man though. I guess I'm attracted to him. Hell, I must be,--I keep pissing in my pants." Boots let out a bellow.

"He wouldn't be there for you to please him. He's a slave, Boots. You sort of have to shift your thinking here. Cowboy'd be there to please you. That's his only purpose. If I order him to please you and you tell me later he didn't,---he'll be severely punished. Don't worry about that `cause I promise, he'll please you. I get the feeling your boy would like to spend some time in this ugly, old man's arms. I'd like to see if he responds to a little discipline. Do you let him clean your ass?"

"Oh God, he drives me nuts sniffing round my hole. He won't stop til I let him have some."

"Some?" Red asked.

"Yeah. I never trained him nor taught him that. He came to that all by himself. He'd piss in his pants if I was to walk over there and whisper to him he was gonna' be your slave tonight. He's been begging me to make him my slave but I don't know if I can. I love him so much."

"That's the best reason to make him your slave, Son. He'll not only be your son but your property. You'd own him. He'd have no freewill anymore but to serve you. Sounds harsh but after a while it'll start to make sense for your security and peace of mind, as well as his. From what you've told me about him,--well, he sounds like he's what our family calls a natural slave; meaning he was born to be a slave to another man. Some men are." Boots kind a shrugged.

"Cowboy seems to be well trained, has manners, and you two feel real comfortable with your relationship. Each knows how he's suppose to relate and respects the other's place. Sonny has a type of man I've seen him flip over time and time again. First of all, they have to ride a bike. Preferably a Harley.

No disrespect, Red, and no offense but the uglier they are, the more tattoos, the more scars, the bigger, the meaner they look the more he wants `em. Oh yes,-two more things I forgot, if they're bald and wear a hot pair of boots, he's gone. For him, you're a walking ten plus in neon lights. To me you look like a man should,-like a bad ass biker.

To answer your question about Cowboy. If I could hold Cowboy for a night, Red,----I'd die a happy man. I think Sonny would understand, `specially if he knows he's gonna' spend the night with his walking, wet dream man. Think Cowboy would wanna' share my bed for a night?"

"Cowboy's my slave, Boots, he does what I tell him. His old man fucks him every time we go back to his hometown. I give him up to Gunn the first and last nights we're there. I sneak out, go to Cowboy's Uncle's house next door and fuck the B'Jesus out a' him. Cowboy's Uncle Joe, by marriage, is Gunn's life partner.

Damn good fuck, too. One of the best other than the cowboy. Joe's a mannerly, well trained slave. He knows how a Master should be cared for and how to treat him. He always makes this ugly old man feel like a king. Cowboy loves his old man. He thinks the sun rises and sets in his dad's eyes. I ain't too far behind him in that estimation. His dad's one of the finest men I've ever known. My point in all this is, he's extremely attracted to his dad and thinks he's sexy as hell. You could be a younger double for his dad so what do you think?"

Cowboy's real father, his Uncle Bud and I were partners in Korea long ago. He was wounded and sent home earlier than me, got married, wanted to have kids, married a woman that was barren and never left her. Well, Boots, I was straight before I met his uncle and jumped the fence to love him. His Uncle Bud broke my heart. Never took another slave until the cowboy.

His Uncle Bud went rodeoing with Cowboy for a year and during that year trained him to be his slave. His uncle was his first Master. I know what you're thinking but it's Cowboy I love and not the memory of his Uncle Bud. That kid has me wrapped around his heart and tied up with a pretty ribbon. Anything I am today I owe to that kid. They don't make em no better'n at kid."

"Sure you won't mind, Red? I'd be proud for you to take Sonny. From the way I see you treat Cowboy I know you'd be good for Sonny. I know he gets bored with me. I loan him out once in a while if he sees a biker he really likes. Once in a while to make us some money. He don't like that too much but he does what I tell him. A night with a real Master may be just the thing for him.

He's been kinda down the last week or so `cause things have been going slow for us and he worries. He has a heart of gold, Red, but he wants a little discipline. No, hell Red, I've come to believe he needs it. Not because he's a bad boy, Red. He seems to have a craving for it. Maybe you understand.

He keeps begging me to beat his ass with my belt; wants me to buy a whip at one of those leather shops. I ask him why he wants me to punish him cause he ain't done nothing bad. He tells me, Because you're my dad, you love me and I love you. Don't you understand, Dad?'

Then he tells me it has something to do with becoming a man. I think I'm beginning to understand, but I have a feeling you're the man that can give him that. Sonny wouldn't even consider it unless you meet at least five of his criterion for a Master. You check out at a hundred and ten percent. Take my kid, Red, and make a man out a' him if that's what he needs." Boots stuck out his hand and they shook on it.

"I understand exactly what your boy is talking about, Boots, what he's asking for, and what he needs. I'll talk with him when we're alone, find out for sure and be only too happy to provided him with what he needs, Son."

"I love him so Goddamn much, Red, my dick actually hurts for him sometimes." Boots added.

"All the more reason to make him your slave, Boots. I can tell the two of you are close. I'd appreciate a night with him. He seems like a fine young man. Certainly good looking enough. He looks like a double for my buddy Gunn when we were in Korea together.

One thing you must understand. If I give him what he needs this evening may open pandora's box. He's gonna' be hounding you more than ever for what he needs. If you're even considering making him your slave you better start learning how to be a Master and what a male slave requires. I have no doubt from the love I've felt from you today you'll make a fine Master for your boy."

"Thanks Red. I've listened to other Masters. Some really knew what they were doing and some had shit for brains but you're one of the first to talk openly with me about it. I'd like to learn as much as I could from you. By the way, where you guys headed?" Boots asked Red.

"We were staying with some friends on the Russian River for about a week. I left Cowboy, couple of weeks ago, split up with him, because of some problems between us I won't go into right now. He came after me to ask me to give him another chance and saved my life in a camp ground on the Yuba river. I'm like you with Sonny, I realized I couldn't live without the kid no matter what our problems were. He'd saved my life and the couple of weeks away from him almost killed me. I know what you're talking about when you say you hurt for Sonny sometimes. It was about the worst fucking pain I've experienced in my life being away from him that long.

I thought I'd go crazy. Our little problems ain't worth being apart to prove a point. Fortunately, because he's so fucking giving and selfless, we solved our problems and we'll never be apart again."

"I know that campground you're talking about where he saved your life, we've stopped there several times. That's a favorite stop for the `Hot Dawgs.'"

"Yeah! Well, five of `em tried to rob me and were gonna' kill me when out of nowhere comes the cowboy with a chunk of two by three and takes out four to my one. I swear to you, Boots, I ain't never seen a man so together in my life. All of a sudden my slave appears with a look I'd never seen on his face before. It was a cold, hard, calculated expression that he was there to do a job and there was no doubt in my mind he was gonna' do it.

I've seen some fights in my day, Boots, but nothing like the ease and swiftness of that kid when he took out four of them and then the one that had me down. He wasn't even breathing heavy when he finished off the last one, grabbed me up to his arms to see if his Master had been harmed. I really think, if I'd been hurt he would've systematically killed em one by one. All I can tell you is I want my slave covering my back in any fight. We tied em up, he castrated three of `em and we butt fucked the other two until they bled. Said they was straight." My Master and Boots laughed.

"He sounds like a hell of a kid. We heard rumors about several of the Hot Dawgs getting cut, one of `em a nasty little fairy named T-bo. Was he one of them?"

"Yep, T-bo is now a certified eunuch. T-bo was the piece of shit I was fucking when Cowboy caught us. Don't know why I ever let that effeminate little bastard talk me into fucking him. Of course, he's the one cowboy hated the most. When Cowboy and I got back together after that incident T-bo rode into camp we were staying at with the Hot Dawgs. He made a big mistake in judgment.

Being the pushy little queen he is, T-bo thought he'd walk over, act like nothing happened, rub Cowboy's nose in his shit, and play his queeny little games again. Cowboy didn't even let him open his mouth, decked him, broke his nose, blood everywhere, dragged him back to his tent and gave him five minutes to get his shit on his bike and get out of camp or he was gonna' torch everything he had. Walked him to his bike and told him if he came near his Master or him again, Cowboy wouldn't ask any questions, he'd kill him.

Cowboy was gonna' kill him. If I hadn't begged and finally ordered him not to he would've." They laughed again. "To answer your question, we rode from there to the Russian River and stayed there `bout a week and a half and we talked. He gave himself to me as my total slave and ask if I'd consider a ceremony before our biker family to be formally recognized as my slave.

We called our clan leader and he's making all the arrangements. It's to be Sunday. Tomorrow's Friday. If'n we leave here early enough tomorrow morning we could be there before noon. `Specially the way Cowboy and I ride. Say? Why don't you and Sonny ride down with us and meet our family? I know Cowboy would like to have you guys at the ceremony.

You don't know that kid like I do. Now he knows you're family, you won't get away from him anytime soon. There's always plenty room at Jim and Jeb's place. They got a dungeon room you won't believe. Cowboy don't know it and don't tell him but I called our clan leader, Beryl--"

"Beryl Mc Innis of the Mc Innis family?" Boots asked brightly.

"The same. Know him?"

"Know him? His dick and Sonny's butt are on a first name basis. I told Beryl I wasn't gonna' let him fuck Sonny no more `cause he comes back and I can't satisfy him for a week afterward." The two men laughed so hard Sonny and I wondered what they were talking about.

"I was gonna' tell you, Beryl's gonna' contact Cowboy's dad and get him and his Uncle Joe to fly out to Los Angeles for the ceremony to surprise Cowboy. You could meet Big Gunn. I'd love to see his face when we introduce you two.

"God, I'd like to ride down with you two but we gotta' stick around here and scrape some bucks together to get to our next place. That's why Sonny's been so damn worried. We've been looking but we ain't been able to find even a minimum wage job. Bob's remodeling business is real slow right now. Most times we do work for him. He's usually got something for us to do."

"Be our guest. Hell, I won big in Reno. Cowboy's got a little money. He won't carry money after the ceremony. Slaves don't carry money. They don't need to worry about that sort of thing."

"We'd be honored, Red. We ain't sponges. We work for what we get. Sonny and I don't need much; mostly gas money. I'd love to meet your family and be at your ceremony."

"Don't think of it that way. You're Cowboy's family now; you're my family now. Families take care of one another. `Sides I know Cowboy would be thrilled to have you two there.

Listen Boots, it wasn't just chance we stopped in this bar and met the two of you. This was planned some time ago. I'll explain in depth later but you have to trust me. You and Sonny were sent to Cowboy and me for a reason. We met you to help you, too. This isn't a one way street. We know what the reasons are and eventually we'll share them with you but for right now, go with us. Accept what we offer and get to know us. You won't be sorry you did." Boots shook his head dumbfounded wondering how these men could know this.

"Come on let's ride and we'll introduce you to the guys at the motel."

They finished their beers. I told Sonny what my Master told me to tell him, not to leave any of his piss in the bottle, it was bad manners. He was sipping his, savoring it but once again he chug-a-lugged it. I was finished with mine. I took the empty bottles back to Master's table for his approval. He and Boots smiled at us.

We followed Boots and Sonny to their motel and met the two men they told Red about. Boots introduced me as their cousin. Billy Gunn the third. The guys were as amazed Sonny and my names were the same.

"You ain't the Billy Gunn that was a rodeo star and saved that Arab prince's life in Vegas, are you?"

"That'd be the man." My Master told them. Then they really were a twitter.

"We read about it and it made an impression on us because Sonny's name was the same. We thought at first it was him or his dad."

They gave us a nice room next to Boots and Sonny. Damn, that big man looked better in the light. I had to get some toilet paper for my pants my dick was drooling so bad. He was quite a bit younger than my dad. Hell, he must have been a teenager when he had Sonny. Red excused us and told them we'd be by in about an hour. He handed Boots a fifty.

"Do us a favor, Boots. Send your kid for a pint of Southern Comfort for the four of us and we'll have a drink with you when we drop by."

"Sure Red be happy to. In fact I'll go with him. We'll be back in a while.

"Pocket the change and if you guys need anything, get it."

"Damn nice of you Red. We could use some gas and a couple of other things. Thanks."

They took off and we went into the room. Red looked at me, I looked at him. We grabbed each other and broke up laughing.

"Never a dull moment with my cowboy. God, I love you, Cowboy. That's why I've decided to swap slaves with Boots tonight." He had a smirk on his face like he knew that wasn't bad news to me.

"My Master does indeed love his slave and his slave couldn't love his Master more. It'll be hard tearing myself away from you but you know your slave will obey his Master." I looked at Red and winked and then we both broke up again.

"I'd eat the corn out a' that man's shit just to find out were it came from, Master."

"From what he tells me you just may have to." Red broke us up laughing again.

"Don't care. I'd still obey my Master. I'll never question my magnificent beast again." I dropped to my knees and began to pay homage to his boots.

"Fuck that slave. Get up here and gimme' a kiss."

Did you ever hear of a kiss that moved heaven and Earth? At that moment Bakersfield had a five point three earthquake. I'd never been in an earthquake before but Red didn't let me go. We continued our kiss all the way through it.

"That was one hell of a kiss, Master."

"Did you feel the Earth move under you feet." He laughed at his quote.

"Woah, dogies! I think heaven moved on that one, too. I know the beds did." He looked and we started laughing again. The damn beds looked like they'd done a Spanish Quadrille.

"See what you do to me, you little shit?" He looked down at his cod piece and his old dick was sticking out the top. He ripped it off. "How's about a treat for my good slave?"

"Yes, Sir! To hell with the calories, thank you, Master." I fell to my knees in front of him.

"Go ahead, you can have it, Son." I gently and respectfully kissed the big knob of a head on his dick and then took it as deep in my throat as I could. There came a knock on the door.

"Who is it?" My Master hollered. I continued what I was doing. I knew better than to pull off him once I started servicing him.

"It's Bob and Larry, just checking. Everything all right in there?"

"Couldn't be better. Open the door if you like and see for yourselves." The door opened a crack and I redoubled my efforts on my Master's cock. I heard giggles and laughter.

"Well Bob, the man told us everything was all right. Everything's as it should be in that room." They closed the door and howled with laughter.

We heard the motorcycles return and then another small knock on the door.

"That you, Boots?"

"Yeah, Red, me and Sonny."

"Come on in." The door opened and they saw what was going on and started to back out.

"Come on in, guys. We'll be through in a minute and we'll have a drink with you." They came on in and sat on the bed and watched. I wasn't going to get my Master off `til he told me to. He let me work on him a little more and I was taking him almost to his pubs. Red was a big man, too. I think he was showing off a little for Boots and especially Sonny. He liked Sonny and wanted to fuck him. Sonny was in for a treat.

"Okay, slave,--you can have your treat." With him as deep in my throat as I could get him I stopped, took my hand, and pulled his foreskin back. I took two more deep slides and felt Red's light squeeze of his hand on my shoulder. I pulled out to his head to receive my afternoon treat. It was a big treat. I didn't swallow. I cleaned him good. Red looked at me funny and I winked at him and rolled my eyes toward Sonny. Red snapped his fingers at Sonny and winked at Boots.

"Over here, Son, on your knees in front of my slave." Sonny was in front of me in an instant. "My slave's gonna' share his afternoon treat with you. I grabbed Sonny and started kissing him gently but firmly. Then I released just a small amount of Red's come to him. Sonny went nuts moaning, groaning, and sucking my mouth, begging me for more. I released a little more to him and felt him run it around in his mouth and slowly let it slide down his throat. I released a good amount the next time and he started crying from the ecstacy of the scene but still was moaning in delight. I still had a mouthful but I can only be so generous when it comes to my Master's come. I gave him a little more, then savored the rest in one big gulp. Sonny held me around my neck and thanked me and thanked me.

"Glad to share, Brother, but remember to be considerate. Do what I do. Watch and learn. I crawled to red's boots and asked permission to pay homage to his boots.

"You have permission, slave." I started kissing and licking them with a great deal of love.

"Thank you Master for using your slave and allowing him to catch your seed for an afternoon treat. I found Red's hand waiting, kissed the back, placed it against my forehead and waited.

"Rise good slave and show me your love." I was ready for those big tattooed arms. We hugged and kissed and I moved aside and nodded to Sonny. He was a perfect gentleman slave. He crawled on his knees to my Master's boots and asked if he might pay homage to them.

"Granted!" was all Red said. The kid went to work on Red's big boots like it was his last supper. Red winked at Boots who had a proud pappa smile across his face. Red put his hand down and Sonny performed the ritual perfectly. Thought he never would stop kissing Red. I knew Red was gonna' have as good a time as I planned to have when I raped that hunk laying on the bed. Red put his cod piece back on.

We had a drink of the Southern Comfort. I told Boots and Sonny about our family and Red told Sonny why we're going to Los Angeles. Boots told him they were coming along. I was excited to hear that. I didn't give a shit they didn't have a lot of money. Hell, I had enough for all of us to live on the rest of our lives. They were comfortable with us and we were with them. It was like we'd known them all our lives. Buck was right but this time I had faith in the Old Man, I trusted him.

The owners came around to check on us again. Red invited them in and got a couple of glasses from the bathroom an gave them each a shot. They stayed and laughed with us for a while then left. Boots told them they were leaving in the morning with us and thanked them for their hospitality. They might be back this way in about a week if it'd be okay to stop. They were genuinely sorry to see them go but were glad they'd be back. They left and Red excused ourselves to get cleaned up.

"We'll be over to get you in about an hour. We'll take you guys to dinner." Red told them.

"You guys don't have to do that."

"It's not often my Master offers to take someone to dinner. I'd take him up on it, if'n I was you. I watched the last man that refused his offer die a terrible, slow death." They were laughing.

"Ahh, he's full of shit," my Master allowed, "but he won't be when I send him to you, Boots." Then they really laughed. Sonny didn't get the joke.

"I've traded you for Master Red's slave tonight, Son. Think you can please that big, mean looking fucker?"

"But Dad, Master Red's Cowboy's Master."

"It's okay, Son." assured my Master, "part of being my slave, Cowboy understands I might give him to a friend for his pleasure for an evening. He won't question my decision. My slave is expected to perform for him as well as he does for me. It's a reflection on me as a Master how good my gift is. What good is your gift to your friend if you give him a bum fuck? Besides, I know who owns Cowboy and so does he."

"Oh God! Master Red, it would be a dream come true. Dad, you know Master Red fits all my..."

"I know, Son. All your dreams of a fantasy Master, right?"

"Yes Sir, and thanks Dad, thanks Master Red, I'll do my best to please him, Sir. This okay with you, Cowboy?"

"You want to take that one Master or you want me to?" I laughingly asked Red.

"You'll do fine, slave."

"Doesn't matter whether I care or not Sonny. I don't have a say in his decision. I'm his slave and I do as he tells me. I don't question his decisions. Now if you'd a' ask me, would I enjoy carrying out his order, remember what I told you `bout your dad when we were playing pool?" Sonny and I laughed, "That should answer your question."

"And, I told you about the same, how I felt `bout Master Red." Sonny turned, hugged and kissed his old man.

"Thanks, Dad. Someday I hope to call you Master."

"We'll see. Master Red's got me thinking `bout it."

They said their goodbyes and left. We promised we'd be by shortly. Red took me in his arms and held me. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. We both knew I had become him.

"I don't think Boots is the type of man to lie, Cowboy."

"What makes you say that, Master?"

"Told me he wasn't sure about bunk'n it in with you `cause..."

"Wait a minute, Sir, let me guess. He's never been with another man but Sonny?"

"You're right. Sonny tell you?" Red asked.

"No Sir. I guessed. It was the way he looked at me. At first I thought it was sexual , but the more I watched him out the corner of my eye there was more than that; like he'd known me before and was trying to place where he knew me. Hell, he don't have to worry about that. My Master's trained me well enough to please any Master. That man's gonna' ask me to give Sonny lessons."

"He told me if you did nothing else but let him hold you for a night, he'd die a happy man."

"Well, I plan to see to it he dies a much happier man than he thought he would." Red doubled up with laughter. I undressed my Master led him to the shower, bathed him, and toweled him dry. Then I took care of myself.

We took Boots and Sonny to dinner at a local truck stop. Bikers always fit in at a truck stop and nobody paid us any attention. Besides, the food is generally pretty good. Boots and Sonny were excited about leaving for Los Angeles with us. Sonny could barely eat he kept looking at Red with worshipful, puppy dog eyes. He loved Red's bass, gravely voice as much as I did. He didn't plan to just please Red, he planned to worship at his feet.

Boots and I tried to be social and join in the conversation but it was hard to take our eyes off each other. I could feel myself laying naked in his arms and almost pissed my pants. He sat in the booth across from me. One of his big boots came to rest on top of one of mine. I never moved my foot the whole evening, neither did he. It was a small but symbolic gesture that said a lot.

I felt happy for Sonny he was gonna' get a chance to experience the fine animal that owned me. My pride in my Master allowed me to share him. I was glad it was Sonny. He deserved an evening with the best, my magnificent beast.

We returned to the motel, went into our room and had another shot of Comfort. I got my little bag together and Sonny went next door to get his. He returned as Boots and I were saying goodbye to my Master. I fell to my knees and paid homage to Red's boots. We went through the ritual.

"You be good to that man, slave. He's family. Give him anything he wants to please him. Treat him right. Make me proud of you, Son."

"You know I will, Master. This is one order that'll be a pleasure to carry out." Red laughed and kissed me again.

Sonny threw his stuff on the dresser and stood in front of his dad. Boots put his arms up to Sonny's shoulders to put them around him but Sonny didn't walk into them. He looked in his dad's eyes.

"Please, Dad,--?" Sonny asked plaintively. I looked at Red and he winked at me. Then I understood what Sonny was asking his dad for. Boots snapped his finger and pointed to his big boots. Sonny was on `em in a second paying homage to his old man's boots. Boots put his hand down for Sonny. Sonny took his dad's hand and lovingly kissed the back then placed it against his forehead.

"Rise, slave, and show your dad your love." Boots commanded with a pretty stern voice. Made my dick hard. Sonny jumped into his old man's arms and they kissed a kiss that was so passionate it made old iron sides, my Master, blush. I laughed at him and if looks could kill I would have been a dead slave. Then he smiled and winked at me.

Boots and I left and went next door. He closed the door behind us and set the night latch. I put my stuff on the small dresser. Boots walked up behind me, put his arms around me and gently nuzzled me behind my ear with his scruffy beard and `stach. He gently kissed me a couple of times and then I turned around into his arms. His big arms felt better than I could have imagined. They felt right. They felt comfortable. They were like my old man's arms. From that moment, the way he held me and we kissed, I knew that Boots and Sonny would be closer relatives than cousins, they would continue to be a vital part of my life.

"I've been wanting to do that since you guys walked into the bar this afternoon, Cowboy. I sat there getting a hard-on wondering what it would be like to feel my lips against yours. It was better than I could imagine."

"Me, too, Master Boots."

"I don't think I'm a Master yet, Son."

"Red and I saw how you handled the situation over there and were impressed. You'll do fine. You're so damn much like my old man. He's a natural Master. He never took lessons, he just became my Uncle Joe's Master. You're that way, too. I feel it in you. After you're around our family for a couple of days and see some good trained slaves and their Masters, you'll began to see the benefits it might provide you and Sonny. Never seen a kid, except me, that loves his old man as much as he does. Can't say's I blame him." I said to Boots.

"Did Red tell you I ain't never been with another man."

"He mentioned it, Master. I'm flattered and pleased that you would want me to bunk it in with you. I don't know what to say except, I'll do my best to please you, but don't worry, my job is to pleasure you and I promise I will." he smiled and kissed me again.

"There's no denying you're one of the best looking young men I've ever encountered. You're gentle, kind, unassuming and gracious. It wasn't only your looks it was your personality. The more I got to know you, the things Red told me about you, saving his life, saving the prince's life, champion rodeo cowboy but humble enough to become Master Red's slave. I had to know more and then to find out we're related. Son, you don't know how close I came to shitting my pants. I know I pissed in `em." We laughed.

"I knew I wanted to be with you. I've seen other good looking men I thought I might like to try but never pursued it. When I saw you, I didn't think it would happen but I wanted it to. When Red offered I couldn't believe it. Cowboy, I don't care if we're a little kin or a lot kin. Sonny and I talked, and,--well, we think you and Red are about the best people we've met. We'd like to ride with you guys. We're looking forward to the trip to Los Angeles and meeting your family."

"Well,---there's some things you don't know,--but while you're with us get Red off by himself and tell him what you told me. Even though Red's a strict and demanding Master, he's a good hearted man, Boots."

"You know, I sensed that in him, Cowboy. I know my kid ain't gonna' be the same after a night with Red. The way Red talked, he likes Sonny a lot. I think he'll be good for Sonny, maybe stretch his limits a little."

They bought a pint of Southern Comfort for themselves, we had a shot and talked for a bit. I excused myself to get in the shower to check myself. I undressed before him and the more clothes I removed the more he got a glassy eyed look on his face until I stood nude before him.

Boots shook his head and opened his arms to me. He was sitting on the bed and he pulled me to him with his face pressed against my belly. I felt him lightly touch my leg wound.

"Nam?" he asked quietly.

"Yes Sir." I replied. He gently pushed me away, stood, and looked at my shoulder scar and tears came to his eyes. He gently kissed it then held me tight.

"I'm so sorry." He whispered.

"It's all right, Master." He held me a little longer,--slapped me on my butt,--told me to go and do my thing. I got in the shower, checked everything and seemed to be ready for anything. I dried myself and walked back out into the room. Boots stood looking at me. I went to him and kneeled before him. We performed the ritual.

"Rise slave and show this Master your love."

I think I was as hungry for Boots and he was for me. I undressed him and led him to the shower. His body was hard, well defined and my God,---his dick could have been a duplicate of my old man's all the way to the foreskin. He couldn't believe I was bathing him but he soon got into it. He found it as sensual as I did. I got to his dick and took him in my hand to wash him. I used a line I'd used with my old man.

"Damn, cousin, you been slamming this quarter pounder up Sonny's butt all these years. No wonder the kid stays with you." Boots laughed.

"Hell, his dick's big as mine. Like father like son."

"Well, my opinion of Sonny was good from the start but when I found out he got fucked regularly by the love of my life and clan Master, Sonny went to the top of my list."

"Big Beryl's been fucking Sonny since he's eighteen. He got to be good friends with Beryl's boy Jimmy and ask him if he'd share his Master for a night. Beryl always admired Sonny and it was fine with him, but Jimmy wanted to stay the night with me. I let him suck me off and we spent the night. He never pushed further. He wanted more but I wasn't ready. Good looking boy. Damn shame he got killed. Sonny and me went to his funeral. There was another giant man there about Beryl's size named Big Jim. He'd lost his boy in Europe. Died I think."

"Big Jim is one of the family's training Masters. He's a wonderful, kind, giving, intelligent man. He's much like my Master. He ain't good looking, but in him beats the heart of a noble beast. I've been with him a couple of times and he's a unique sex partner."

"Sonny's been with him four of five times and tells me the same thing but he won't tell me how he's unique."

"Sorry, Master. I won't either. You'd have to go with Big Jim to find out."

"Ain't much chance of that."

We got out of the shower, I toweled him dry and we climbed into bed. I started talking dirty to him. He got hard immediately. I begged him to let me have a taste of his dick. I'd wanted it from the moment I first saw him. Please Master." he nodded and I started making love to his dick, kissing, cleaning him, running my tongue under and around his foreskin. That sent him up the tree. I told him if he was satisfied he must give me permission to take him. He gave it and I rammed him as far down my throat as I could. I was gonna' give him some throat but I wanted that cock to explode in my ass. He was so hard I could barely take a third of his dick.

"Oh, Cowboy, slave, give me some of your sweet ass, Baby. I need it bad." Boots said. I lubed his cock up a little bit, slapped some up my hole, positioned myself over him and sunk him to the base. His eyes opened real wide and he arched his back to receive me, or so I thought.

"That was fantastic, Cowboy. You all ready got a load in you. I came." I leaned over and kissed him.

"Thanks Master. I take all the loads you can pump in this little ass. My dad did the same damn thing the first time I took him like that."

"Do all slaves take their Master's like that?"

"All that I know of. We're trained that way. A slave's never allowed to ease his ass onto a Master's cock; that is, if he wants to get fucked. It's an insult to the Master, he'll pull out, and the slave won't get fucked. Sets the tone for the whole fuck."

"Sonny ain't never mounted my dick like that. I hope Master Red won't be disappointed."

"He won't be. Red will probably take him the first time. He'll ask him before hand if he knows how a Master takes his slave. Hell, if he's been with Beryl and Big Jim, believe me, he knows. You're gonna' take me in a few minutes and you can start training Sonny the way you want him." We talked for a while and I told him Red and I were setting out to tour the U.S. after our bonding ceremony. I'd take a test stroke on his cock every now and then and started feeling the blood flowing back into him. I let him be until he was so hard he was getting frustrated.

"I'm gonna' pull off you now Master, hit the slave position, and you can mount me. Place the head of you dick at my backdoor, lean forward, and let the weight of your body sink it to the base." I pulled off Boots and once again admired his beautiful cock. I hit the position holding my legs for his best entry. He did exactly as I told him. He was all the way in me and on top of me telling me how good his cock felt in my ass. My ass was arguing a little with his dick but soon adjusted with his first couple of strokes. I let him know how fantastic he felt inside me.

"Damn, Cowboy, your ass feels better than I imagined and I imagined it would feel fantastic."

"You feel so damn good, Master Boots. Take all you want, Sir. Don't feel like you have to hurry. If you enjoy fucking, now's your chance. You can fuck me as hard as you want. You can't fuck me hard enough; although, I'll admit my Master's almost made me cry `calf rope' a couple of times. So's my dad." Master Boots took me at my word and was a man that dearly enjoyed his fucking. He fucked me for an hour or more. After he had his fill Boots told me he was ready to shoot his load. He worked up to that point and was ripe. I reached down and with him still in me, pulled his foreskin back. Boots started in his come run. I thought exposing his cock head would get him off in no time. Not Boots. He fucked me hard, harder, and was fucking me so hard I couldn't hold mine anymore.

"Oh, Master,--Sir,--Oh God! I can't hold it no more Master." He kept his relentless hard fucking as I shot over my head to splatter on the wall of the motel. When Boots felt my ass constrict around his big dick trying to bite it off inside of me as he hit his. He moaned and groaned like an animal in rut. He pumped me hard four or five more times and shot again, then he repeated it again and shot again.

He collapsed on top of me exhausted, enjoying the glow of his achievement. I lay there thanking him and complimenting him. He was so relaxed, with his dick still in me, he began to snore. I laughed to myself; that was the ultimate compliment. A contented man, relaxed, warm, feeling fuzzy, with his dick docked in a warm hole, what do you expect? He's home in your slave hole. It's his right to drift off to sleep in your arms.

My dad did the same damn thing. He would go to sleep after fucking the snot out of me. We'd lay half the night hooked together. He'd awake, feel his dick still in me, give me a kiss, I'd feel it grow hard again and off he'd go. I could usually count on getting four good fuckings in one night from dad.

So it was with Boots. He woke late into the evening still hooked to me and I felt him growing. He didn't ask, he just took me again. We spent the entire night and until we got out of bed the next morning with his dick up my butt. He fucked me good four times that night. My ass was good'n sore. It hadn't been that sore since Red and my sex-war games. We lay there the next morning looking into each other's eyes, making a little love.

"Congratulations my, Brother, my slave."

"What for Master?'

"You just took away my fear of jumping the fence. Training Sonny for my slave sounds better'n better. Wish there was a slave training school."

"There is, my family runs a successful school. You want Sonny to enter training, say the word and I'll see to it he goes through it. Don't worry about cost. I can get you a scholarship; everything taken care of. Won't cost you a penny."

"You serious."

"Never been around cowboy's before, have you Master?"

"Not a lot, why?"

"Cowboys don't lie, Master. A Cowboy might enlarge on a story to spin a good yarn but the unwritten cowboy code is to never lie. I'll never tell you a lie."

"I didn't mean--"

"I know, Master, it's all right. What I tell you is true. I can get him a full scholarship."

"Let me asked you a question that's been bothering me about you and Red."

"I'll answer any question you have, Master."

"There's something about you and Red; you're keeping secret from us. Maybe it's none of our business but I've figured out it has something to do with the bonding ceremony; then, you're leaving on this tour. I get the feeling it's not a Master/slave honeymoon tour; that ain't it. You're going on this tour for a specific reason. Can you tell me or is it something your Master's told you not to tell?"

`How can this man be that perceptive? Hell, he's just like my dad. He'd a' figure it out in nothing flat.' I thought to myself.

"No, no, my Master trusts me to use my judgement in matters like this. I don't know how to tell you, there's no easy way, and you're gonna' have to know sooner or later anyway. My Master's dying, Boots. He has an inoperable brain tumor and has approximately six or eight months to live." I couldn't hold my composure any longer and started crying softly in Boots' arms.

"Oh my God, Cowboy. I'm so sorry. What must this be doing to you? I can only imagine. You poor baby. What bum luck for Sonny and I. We were looking forward to a long friendship with the two of you." Boots held me tight and I felt his tears dropping on my shoulders. "Okay, it all fits;--the missing part. You were truthful with me and I appreciate that.

"I know I can trust you to be discreet, but I'll leave it to you to tell Sonny. I wouldn't advise it `cause by this morning, your boy's fallen deeply in love with my Master. You could see the look of hero worship in his eyes every time he looked at Red. It might cause him a lot of pain he doesn't need to deal with right now. I mean,--don't take this dream away from Sonny. Let him have his dream fantasy Master for a while longer." I started crying again thinking how cheated Sonny might feel if we told him.

"Shuuuu..." Boots quieted me, "I understand and I agree with you. I won't say a word to Red and you're right about Sonny, it would kill him. Best he not know. Right now, anyway. I think we can agree to leave that up to Master Red. Anything I can do, Cowboy?" Boots ask with genuine sincerity.

"Yes Sir. Love us, love me, and be family to me and my Master. Be there for me and Red when the end comes. If Red wants to open to you, to talk to you, share with him, listen to him. If he asks you if I told you, be honest with him. He won't care that I shared that with you. Most importantly if we give to you and Sonny,--accept it in the spirit of love. Allow us the joy of giving to those we love."

"We will, I promise, Cowboy. I all ready think of you and Red as family. Then you plan to tour until Red gets sick or shows signs?

"Yes, Sir."

"That would be a wonderful thing to do. Sonny and I talk about saving up our money and doing that someday."

"Really?"

"Oh, hell, yes! That's our dream, Cowboy,--has been since we bought Sonny a bike." There came a knock at the door.

"Who is it?" Boots asked not taking his dick out of me.

"It's Red, Boots."

"Get Sonny's key and come on in." Red all ready had it and opened the door. Boots didn't bother pulling the sheet over us. I knew my Master wouldn't care.

"Gettin' you some early morning cowboy butt there, Brother?" Red laughed.

"Naww, Red we just got through. I'm just lettin' it soak" Red howled with laughter.

"It's a nice butt to soak in. Did my slave please you, Master Boots?"

"Did he please me?" Boots said like he was trying hard to think. He stretched while sinking he big cock as deep in my ass as he could. I pushed back with my butt to get as much of that big thing in me as possible and winked at Red, "No, he didn't please me;---went further than that, I'm afraid. I think I fell in love with your slave last night. It went way beyond pleased, Master Red. You can be proud of your slave." Boots took another good long stroke in my butt.

"Glad to hear that Boots;--however, too bad for Cowboy."

"How's that, Red?"

"He loves to get punished. Six,--eight strokes from my bull whip,--comes every time." I nodded my head in agreement to Boots. He threw back his handsome head and laughed.

"Did my future slave perform adequately for you?" Boots ask Red.

"Son, you got a gold mine on your hands in that boy. If'n I'd run into you guys before I met Cowboy, I'd be one of them men trying to take him away from you. He's what my family calls a `natural' slave. There are some men, damn few, that are born to be slaves and will never be happy being anything else in life. We'll get Jeb or Jim to talk to you when we get to Los Angeles, they'll explain it better than I can. They can evaluate him and tell you in a minute whether they agree with me.

From what you've told me about Sonny as a kid and what I experienced last night, you don't ever have a worry. Don't never feel guilty, you raised him fine, Boots. You done the right thing by him. You didn't make Sonny the way he is, God did. Yes God! Sonny has a purpose on this Earth and according to my slave, God will let him know. If he's lived all these years doing for you, taking care of you, loving you,--I doubt seriously he'll ever be happy doing anything else. He's a fine boy, Boots. You should be proud of him and I know you are. My God, Boots, that kid worships you.

There's nobody like my cowboy for me, but Sonny runs a close second. I mean no disrespect, Boots, and I tell you this with all the love in my heart,--if'n you don't make that boy your slave for life you're a Goddamn fool `cause eventually some scoot bum's gonna' come along and take him away from you. He's gonna' offer Sonny what he knows he needs and if you ain't giving it to him, you just may lose him. I , for one, would hate to see that happen.

You're a good man, Boots. You deserve to reap the rewards of years of dedication especially when Sonny's so ready to give it to you. That young man deserves the best, and that's you, Son. He ain't never gonna' be your little boy any more. It's like you said, he's his own man now. He'll always be your son. Take it one step further, Son, make that boy your slave. You make a good pair. You'd even make a better Master and slave."

"Gee, Master Boots. Ain't never heard my Master give anybody a rave review like that. Makes me proud he took Sonny last night. Sounds like to me they bonded pretty good and that doesn't happen to my Master, Sir. One thing my Master's good at is evaluating talent then telling the truth. I would've known in a minute if he walked in this room and had a so-so night with Sonny. He's good at everything he does except hiding his feelings from me. I urge you to listen to him, Sir, and I agree with my Master. By the way, Master Red, I told Master Boots about the slave training our family provides, Sir."

"Good, slave. I'd certainly recommend it." my Master allowed.

"I suggested we might find him a scholarship that would take care of all expenses for Sonny's three months of training." I winked at Red.

"Absolutely! Good suggestion, Son."

"Thanks for your honesty, Red. I'm touched that you thought that much of my boy. You and Cowboy have opened my eyes to new possibilities. For one thing, just experiencing you and Cowboy's contentment makes me want that for Sonny and me. Believe me, both of you, I'm leaning that way. I want to observe your family, talk some more with you both and talk to some of your family you might recommend. I know I'd like to talk with Big Jim. He and Sonny's been together several times. Sonny thinks the world of Big Jim."

"Sonny's not alone in that thought. Cowboy and I consider him a close friend and one of the finest members of our family. Sonny's over there cleaning up. I'm gonna' go back and let him suck me off one more time. Damn, that kid can sit up and beg for his cock. When I finally give it to him, he's like a baby calf hooked up to his momma. When you guys get up and around come on over and we'll go have breakfast and take off for Los Angeles."

"Thanks, Red. We'll be over in a little while." Red reset the latch and left.

End of Chapter 16~ Booger Red & Cowboy Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com