Booger Red & Cowboy

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Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf

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

CHAPTER 17

"One more quicky, please, Master Boots?"

"Hell, slave. Don't know who's worse, you or Sonny. You got four of my loads up there now but I guess one more would sort of round it off, wouldn't it."

Boots started in again but this time he made it quick. I was so excited having my Master watch while Boots fucked me a few times while he was sitting on the other bed talking to us. I knew I was gonna' request an audience to watch sometime soon when my Master got way up there inside me and was riding my ass like the meanest bronc buster to come down the road. I wanted others to see what I was getting. I wanted someone else to see what I knew all along,--him turning into a monster,--forgetting he was a man,--forgetting I was a man,--becoming two rutting beast who's only purpose at that moment of union was to satisfy each other's recreational carnal lust. We got up and once again I led Boots to the shower.

"You do this for your Master, Cowboy?"

"Twice a day, or whenever he wants to take a shower. I try to talk him out of twice a day, not because I don't want to take care of him. I love his smell after a day or so on his bike. I'll lay next to him in bed and his smell keeps my dick hard all night."

"Sonny's the same damn way. He begs me not to shower for three or four days at a time. The riper I am the better he likes it. I get to where I can't stand myself so I have to shower. Sonny's idea of a light snack is to lay next to me on a hot afternoon and lick my armpits clean." I stopped dead and looked at Boots.

"It's one of my favorite things to do with my big, ugly, magnificent beast. I knew Sonny's and my heart beat to the same drummer." Boots laughed. We got out and I dried him. I helped him dress; then I got dressed. He grabbed me to him and kissed me.

"Thanks, Cowboy. They couldn't have given you a better name. You are a cowboy."

"Did you mean what you told Red?" I asked him.

"I wasn't kidding, Billy. I've fallen in love with you. You're like another son to me. It's almost like God's given my kid a playmate, a brother. Someone who can understand him and tell him he's all right. He ain't a freak and what he needs and feels isn't wrong or perverted. I can't help feel a little jealous of your dad, having a kid like you."

"Once you meet my old man, I promise, you won't feel jealous; won't be no need. Damn, Boots, I can tell you exactly what'll happen the minute he lays eyes on you and Sonny." I smiled at him.

"What's that, Cowboy?"

"You'll become another son and Sonny will become his grandson. The grandson he never thought he'd get from me. With your permission I'm gonna' give him that grandson. Then I'm gonna' tell him, `See, old man, God answered your prayer same time he answered mine.'" I winked at Boots and he got my meaning. We both laughed, "Oh, and by the way, my handsome brother,--I fell in love with you, too." Boots held me tight and didn't let me go for several minutes. I reached into my shirt pocket. I had five-hundred bucks in fifties I put in his pocket.

"What, the--?" he took the money out of his pocket, looked at it questioningly, shook his head and tried to give it back. "There must be five-hundred bucks here, Cowboy. Ain't never had nobody give me five-hundred bucks before. I can't accept this."

"You gave me your word, Master. If I give to you and Sonny,--you'd allow it. Besides, do you want to have me punished by my Master? He ordered me to give this to you and Sonny so's you wouldn't feel uncomfortable while you're with us. He'd be upset if I didn't follow his order, and you don't want to see my Master upset, Master Boots. It's not pretty." I laughed, "We don't want our two family members to feel like they have to come to Red or me for money if they need it. This isn't a loan, Master, it's a gift. God has blessed us with a lot. My Master suggested we share it with those we love?" Boots started crying and I took him in my arms.

"You guys are too good. What have we done to deserve you in our lives?"

"Maybe we should be asking that question instead of you? What have we done to deserve your love?"

"Maybe there's a God after all." Boots resigned himself.

"Trust me, Master Boots,--there is. I found out the hard way. Later, I'll tell you some stories that will curl you hair about me and the battle I've had with the Old Man. Trust me, you don't want to go up against Him. He's not to be fucked with. Live your life, do what good you can for your fellow man, learn to give and receive graciously, but above all, have faith in Him and love Him. Do that, you can ask Him for anything and it's yours. How do you think you came into my life? How did we come into yours? Think it's chance? Doesn't happen. The odds against it are phenomenal. If you get a strong feeling you must do something for someone, chances are He's telling you to do it. He gives you choices about how you go about it, but it's gonna' be his way. He is the Master of us all."

"I'd never guess you were religious."

"I ain't. You don't have to be a bible thumper to believe in God and have him believe in you. That's all you'll ever hear from me about the subject unless you ask. As for our gift, Boots, if Red and I couldn't afford it we wouldn't be giving it to you and Sonny."

"You and Red are like two angels that have come to us. We've been low before but we borrowed some money from Bob and Larry just to go have a couple of beers yesterday afternoon. Damn glad we did. We weren't expecting this from you but I'll do as you wish. You're right, I did give you my word. It's, just,--I don't know how to thank you."

"Take my Master's hand firmly, shake it, look him in his eyes and say, `Thank you, Red.' That's all you have to do. He'll know exactly what you mean and nothing more need be said about it."

"I will, Cowboy,--I will, and thank you." Boots hugged me, held me for a long while then gently kissed me. Yep, we be family. (Where is Sister Sledge when you need `em?)

"On the lighter side, I'd say everyone of them damn fucks you threw in me was worth at least a hun'ert bucks. Five of `em? Yeah! That's about right. Just consider yourself a high priced scoot bum stud for hire." We laughed together. "Anytime my Master even suggests swapping slaves, I hope you go for it, Master Stud. I could use some more of your brand of fuckin,' Sir. I hope you can use some more cowboy butt, too."

"All I can get, little Brother,--all I can get." said Boots.

"By the way, Master Boots,--my Master don't rave about any slave other than me. What he said about Sonny a few minutes ago,--he meant, and I've never heard him give anybody praise like that. He was impressed by Sonny. I think my Master fell in love with your son last night."

"I'm looking forward to knowing the two of you better." Boots said to me.

"We are, too." I replied.

Boots did thank my Master the way I suggested and it almost brought tears to old iron sides. Of course Red knew what he meant immediately and nothing more was said. Sonny was on cloud nine. We laughed and giggled all through breakfast like two street walkers that couldn't wait to be alone to compare notes. Finally, we were to ourselves and I quietly ask if he had as good a time as I had?

"Did my dad let you eat his ass out for two hours?" Sonny asked indicating he sucked my old man's ass for two full hours. I couldn't answer I was laughing so hard at Sonny.

"That good,--huh, Kid?" I finally asked him. Sonny rolled his eyes and set me off again. He was in love.

"Now I know why you're such a good man, Cowboy. I'll bet that man had something to do with making you the man you are. I'd be honored to serve a Master like him. It was an honor last night."

"You're right, Little Brother. I have to credit Master Red with teaching me to grow up and be a man. My dad told me I needed a man like him who would be strict and demanding. Dad was right. Told me Master Red was a good man and I couldn't do better for a Master. My old man said he'd give Master Red anything he wanted, including me."

The ride to Los Angeles was wonderful. It was like a good dream that you were afraid you might wake up from. We had a good time getting to know each other. When men are on bikes and are comrades or buddies they're transformed. Nothing worries them. They're open, light hearted and funny. I could tell Red enjoyed his night with Sonny, he was more relaxed and free than I'd seen him in a while. I was grateful to Sonny for that.

We had such a big breakfast we decided not to stop for lunch and rode on to Los Angeles. We arrived at Mount Washington and half the damn family was all ready there to greet us. Through the crowd came this big boisterous, blusterous, good looking cowpoke, good naturedly pushing folks aside and apologizing as he went.

"Lemme' through,--make a hole,--where the hell's my boy,--`scuse me there, Sir,--pardon ma'am." It was my old man with Uncle Joe and Lester right behind. I sprang into his arms as he spun me around, hugged and kissed me. He looked over my shoulder, grinned real big and barked at Red.

"Red, you ugly, old bastard, it's high time you made an honest slave out a' my kid and stopped living in sin." Our family went nuts laughing. I hugged and kissed Uncle Joe and Lester. I took dad by the hand and told him there was someone I wanted him to meet. My dad did the strangest thing, he caught Boots' eye and stopped dead for a minute, dropped my hand, walked out and around all the folks to stand in front of Boots. He just stood there for few minutes looking first at Boots, then Sonny, then back to Boots. A big grin spread across his handsome face.

He firmly planted his big boots in front of Boots, threw his big, cowboy arms around him, pulled him close and held him tight against his big body. I watched, looked at Red, shook my head, and couldn't believe what I was seeing. My old man had tears running down his face. Boots did too. Sonny was holding both of them. Dad, took Sonny in his arms and did the same damn thing. I was stunned. What did my old man know? How could he know?

"Dad, do you know these men?" I asked.

"I don't know their first names, Son, but they're Gunns. All Gunn men look alike, `cep'n you and you're prettier'n a' Gunn." then he spoke to Boots and Sonny, "Gentlemen,--I don't know were these two horse thieves found you but you're welcome here. Now,--my name's Billy Gunn Jr." Dad stuck out his big hand to Boots who took it in both his hands and started to reply. Red walked up and the crowd gathered around.

"Boots, Sonny,-better do the license bit or he's gonna' think we're trying to pull a fast one on him." Red said to the two men. Boots handed my dad his license that read William Arthur Gunn, Jr. Then Dad read Sonny's that read William Arthur Gunn, III. He shook his head and stood there in the street crying his heart out. Boots took him in his arms again and cried with him he was so touched. Then dad cried in Sonny's arms. Boots and Sonny were overwhelmed and humbled at the outpouring of love from our family welcoming them. I was, too. I could always count on my family to surprise me in the best of ways.

Red went on to explain to Dad what Boots and he discussed and how they were related. Dad knew only part of the story and was thrilled to meet Boots and Sonny.

"Our grandfathers were brothers, folks, they're both named Billy Gunn." he said to the crowd gathered pointing to Boots, "This is the first time we've ever met. It sure as hell won't be the last. Can you believe it, four Billy Gunns?"

By the way, guys, just call me Gunn."

"I almost called you dad when I saw you coming through the crowd. I was about to turn to Sonny and ask him what his granddad was doing here? Gee, Gunn, you could be the twin of my dad."

"Hell, you can call me `Dad' if you want to, Son, you too, Sonny."

"Think I'll call you Granddad, Sir." Sonny smiled at dad.

"Hell, I wouldn't mind calling you, Dad, Sir." stated Boots.

Out came Big Jim and Master Jeb followed by Big Beryl. They'd heard the brouhaha and came to investigate. I ran to the arms of my love, my clan Master. He spun me around , hugged and kissed me. He was going to hold on to me but Big Jim and Master Jeb put a quick end to his 'Bogart'n. Big Jim and Master Jeb had me then. Charlie took me away from them and Bull put short time to Charlie's kiss, pulled me in his big arms and planted one on me that had everyone going, "Aawwww-"

Master Earl was next and Wes,--my beloved Wes. I could never simply hug and kiss Master Earl. He was a man that I respected greatly and to show him respect, I would always perform the greeting ritual with him. Besides, he always wore such hot fucking boots. When Wes and I put our arms around each other there was more than love or sex that passed between us. It was as if our souls conjoined and felt relief and joy in confirming the knowledge that we were still in the world for each other. Didn't matter how long we were apart. People could actually see the peace that passed between us. It was not missed by Master Earl. He was proud of our closeness and encouraged it. He was a wise enough Master to realize his slave's spirit needed nourishment from other sources.

"Wes,--your cowboy couldn't love you more. You were indeed the only one that got through to my beast on several occasions. You may be a slave, Darlin,' but that ugly, old man respects you and thinks highly of your council. I can't tell you how much you mean to us. He'll tell you the same damn thing. We love and respect you. And, there's a consensus of opinion,--there ought a' be a law against you Master wearing boots." Wes roared with laughter at me, we were off,--catching up with each other and walk away from everyone. It came to be expected, when Cowboy and Wes got together. Count on `em entering their own space,--walking away from everyone to commune with each other. Master Earl had minor concerns the first couple of times it happened but our family got him aside and explained. Walker especially knew.

"Never seen anything like it, Earl,--and I advise you to let them go and spend what time they must, alone, to fine tune each other's spirits. For lack of a better comparison, it's like they're recharging each other's batteries. The first time it happened, everyone was concerned but I had a feeling it was a good thing. I know my son well enough to know what he needs. I came to know Cowboy so well that summer he stayed at the ranch,--I sensed Cowboy knew what he was doing, Wes needed Cowboy and Cowboy needed Wes. They still do, Earl. Wait and see. When Wes returns, he'll have a glow about him, a deep peace for several weeks. So will the cowboy." Master Earl did observe a wonderful change in Wes's spirit and could get closer to Wes than he ever had.

In the years to come, he would schedule visits for the sole purpose of getting Wes and I together. He came to believe we were an integral part of each others personalities. Master Earl loved us both and would smile like a proud parent to see his two kids walk away to play, lost in conversation and laughter, dreams and sand castles, knights and dragons, speaking of cabbages and kings,--a secret place, a language known only to children,---that child within us all. He would comment when we returned,

"Two children left and only one returned." We'd once again conjoined.

That day was a bit different. I had a strong urge to go with Wes and was about to when Master Earl gently grabbed me by the shoulder and reminded me the folks gathered for me and my Master. Wes and I could be together later. Wes agreed with his Master, kissed me and sent me on my way.

Next was my ritual greeting with Master Zack. The man is like a good red wine,--he only gets better looking the older he becomes. He still has it. My pants got wet in his arms and his did, too. He had a new tattoo and ripped off his shirt to show me. I was a beaut. A giant Chinese dragon over the upper part of his back. I told him I'd love to clean his dragon for him with my tongue. He hugged me again and we laughed together. I caught sight of Sonny's eyes and his look as I hugged Master Zack. Yep! Sonny's my brother, all right. Has the same damn taste in men I do.

Out of the house runs Tim with Master Ben close behind. It was a wonderful time. Boots and Sonny knew several of our family, Beryl, Big Jim, Bull and Charlie and Master Zack. They didn't feel so strange in a new group. They fit in like a hand in a glove. My dad never left their side, introducing them as his lost family and cousins. I never saw my dad happier than he was that day. Everyone couldn't believe how much the three of them looked alike. They made a handsome trio.

"Well, Boots,--take a good look at this face. You're gonna' look this bad when you're my age."

"Hell, Dad, if I look half as good, I'll be happy."

"What about your handsome boy here? Made him your slave yet?" Boots couldn't believe my dad's candor but he fell in love with him immediately.

"Red and Cowboy seem to think I should, Sir. What do you think?"

"Humm," mused my dad, as he placed his left hand on Sonny's left shoulder, his right hand on Sonny's stomach area, moved his left hand up and down Sonny's back and legs stopping to squeeze each butt cheek as if examining a prize piece of livestock. He put his left arm around Sonny's waist, pulled him close, looked down at him and smiled, "wouldn't wait too long, I'd say he's just ripe for pickin,' Son." The crowd roared with laughter. Then Dad kissed Sonny a long, gentle kiss that had the crowd going, "Aaawww" and applauding. When my dad had an audience he could say some of the most outrageous things and have everyone laughing their ass's off.

"Don't let what happened to me happen to you, Son." Dad counciled Boots in an exaggerated voice, "Some big, ugly, bald headed, battle scared, outlaw scooter bum will come along and claim him. He'll have absolutely no conscience about taking him away from his dear old dad,--like that no good, ornery, son of a bitch that stole my sweet, innocent child's heart." Dad laughed and Red howled at my dad. Then they hugged each other.

"I'll buy the `sweet' part, Gunn, but innocent? That kid's taught this old warrior a few dance steps." shot back my Master. Big Beryl was standing next to Boots.

"Where'd you two hook up with Boots and Sonny?" he asked Red.

"In a bar, in Bakersfield."

"Damn, I never knew you guys were Gunns. Most times you don't ask bikers their real names unless you have a reason or they want you to know. I always knew you as Boots' and Sonny.' We inducted Cowboy here," he motioned to me, "about two years ago into our family and I've seen you guys since then. Didn't know you were related. Well, if'n you're Cowboy and Big Gunn's relative's you're ours, too. Ain't no two finer men, no where. You ride with them boys, you ride with the best. Welcome, Sonny and Boots." He hugged and kissed them both. I noticed he patted Sonny's firm little bum, too. I mouthed the words to Beryl over Sonny's shoulder. "Dirty old man!" He roared with laughter.

Boots and Sonny got introduced to everyone including Tim Russell and Master Ben. Boots knew who Master Ben was from our conversation that morning. He thought Ben was one of the finest looking men he'd ever met. I introduce Ben as my brother, Ben. He beamed with pride.

Sonny flipped over Bull. I told him he would. He forgot all about my Master. He couldn't take his eyes off Bull. Old Bull didn't care. He came over and put his big arms around Sonny. Sonny almost pissed in his pants. I told Bull later there ought to be a law against you good looking straight men giving us other men the vapors. He just howled. Whispered to me if'n I remembered our two cold nights on the Russian River when we kept each other warm?

"They're permanently etched on my ass hole, Master, --how could I forget?" I whispered back and he fell out laughing again.

Later, Boots got me alone and told me how wonderful he thought my old man was. He's the dad I wish't I'd a' had, Cowboy, and never did. I'm proud to call that man, `Dad.' When he threw his big arms around me and pulled me to him I almost dropped my load right there. He's so full of love I couldn't help breaking down. For one brief moment, I was a kid again in my dad's arms the way I'd always dreamed it could've been between us. He recognized us as Gunns. You guys hadn't talked to him, had you?"

"No Boots. We've been with you and Sonny all day. I was as surprised as you to see him walk up. I never thought my family would come; even old Lester, the love of my life. My dad never ceases to amaze me. Just when I think I really know him, I find out something new. Tell ya' one damn thing,--if'n I didn't have Booger for my Master and dad didn't have Uncle Joe for his partner,--I take my old man for a Master. I'd worship at that man's boots any day. Now, Master Boots, can you understand why I might find you attractive?"

"You're dad and I do look a lot alike. He pulled Sonny and I in one of the bedrooms where there was a full length mirror. We stood in front and I couldn't believe the resemblance. Even between him and Sonny,--it's remarkable. Your old man is a hunk, Cowboy, no doubt, but your Uncle Joe's a handsome man, too."

"I've always admired my Uncle Joe. He was always my champion between me and my dad when I was a kid. He and I have grown closer since I came back from Nam."

Boots and Sonny became the center of attention. It was fine with Red and I `cause we'd come to love them like they were family. The next day was Saturday and more and more of the family began to arrive.

Master Ben, my beloved brother, was so glad to see Red and I together and happy. Big, tall, stoic Harry, broke down and cried. So did big Cal who whispered in my ear he'd always loved me. He didn't understand Red and my attraction to each other at first but now he did. He was so happy for us. He came to know Red and love him as much as the rest of us. He could see the love that passed between us,---he understood.

Steve was a mess. He was like a Jewish mother at a wedding. His baby brother was being given into slavery to that big, ugly, gorgeous brute of a man who would take me off and do, God only knows what, to his poor baby.

"If he's lucky." Cal allowed.

Steve was charming and deadly funny. When he wasn't crying he had everyone in breaking up with laughter. Red had come to love and appreciate Cal and Steve and had an arm around one or the other or both all day. Cal and Steve had become Master Ben's full time body guards along with two Arabian men that spoke fluent English. They wore western clothes and blended in with the family. Everyone in the family knew them on a first name basis and even though they were vigilant they had as much fun as the family.

Master Ben nither felt uneasy nor threatened at Mt. Washington. Harry, Cal, Steve, and the two Arabian men all relaxed and had a good time. Since Harry was his social director now,-a job Harry loved and credited Steve and I for,---was assigned the task of seeing to it that food and drink was catered the whole weekend. Ben cut him loose and told him,-"My little brother is officially giving himself to Master Red as his slave. We both know the end of this story. Do what you have to Harry but I want it to be a memorable experience for everyone."

Harry told me later he laughed to himself and thought, 'The man has just given me the keys to the treasury.' While Harry didn't go overboard, the food and service was unbelievable. Our family was wowed. Boots and Sonny couldn't believe the food. The were eating every time I found them. Good for them.

Saturday afternoon, early evening more family arrived. My dad came to got me and Red to see who had arrived. Towering above the heads of all the family that had rushed out to great them was my savior Walker with Xander by his side. I broke into tears as I ran to them because beside them stood my beloved cowboy, Leon. He had to come to wish me well and I couldn't have loved him more at that moment.

I stopped and winked at Leon but fell to my knees in front of the handsome giant. I kissed each of Master Walker's boots, found his hand waiting, kissed it with love and heard his deep bass voice,

"Rise good slave and show this Master your love." I was ready for some giant loving. Walker did the same damn thing as he'd done the first time I met him five years ago. Rested me on his big chest and gave me a kiss that had the crowd stamping their feet and applauding. It was so good to see them. I didn't expect they would come. I hugged and kissed Xander next and saved the best for last. I just stood in front of Leon, took his hand, looked him in the eyes, kissed his hand and moved it to my cheek. The big cowboy had tears in his eyes as he pulled me to him to hug me.

"God, I love you,--you little shit."

"No more'n I love you, Cowboy." I spoke softly to him above the clamor of our family. Red walked up behind me and took Leon's hand. Leon pulled Red to him and gave him a hug.

"You're the luckiest son of a bitch on this planet, Red, and I couldn't be happier for both of you." Leon said to Red. My Master was impressed and touched by Leon's giving candor. He knew what Leon and I meant to each other and to have the big man suppress his feelings to wish us well said a lot about the love Leon was capable of. Red thanked Leon and welcomed him as well as Walker and Xander.

The ceremony would be the next afternoon at two o'clock. Family was still arriving from all over. There must have been over three hundred bikes parked in the vacant lot next to the Jeb and Jim's big house. So much for a small, private ceremony. Red and I had a good laugh a couple of times over that.

The night before the ceremony Red and I finished a marathon rodeo and lay together enjoying the feeling and the smells of our dramatically successful release. I would never compare the love or sex I've shared in my life but I'll have to say I never had more passionate, gut emptying, orgasms as I did with Booger Red. He strummed my body like a banjo player with his pants on fire.

The wonderful male smells of our bodies, the ejaculate, leather, and love. Yes, love. I swear love has a distinct odor with each person. With my Master it was one of the most powerful, entoxicating odors I've ever encountered. I remember catching slight hints of it from him the first night he took me in his arms at the Johnson ranch. It reached down inside me, grabbed hold of my gonads and didn't let go.

Booger turned to me and smiled his smug, self congratulatory, proud Master's smile. I neither had to praise him nor say a word. When Booger Red finished with his slave he knew he'd taken care of business. Once again he reduce his slave to a quivering mass of jello. I was so spent I could only lay there hooked to one of his big teats,--sucking gently. Red loved that. He'd never admit it but I could feel an stimulation moving through his body like an electric charge. He'd allow me to lay there, afterward, and gently suck for an hour or more. Once in a while I'd stop, thank and praise him for fucking his slave so well. He'd smile the same self-satisfied smile, put his big hand behind my head and gently pull me back onto his teat.

He'd sometimes use his big hand to lock me on to him. He'd gently move me from one tit to another. I loved the wonderful man flavors I got from sucking his teats. Even though I was gentle it would leave them sensitive the next day. I'd catch him wincing when his shirt rubbed across them the wrong way. I'd smile and laugh. He'd cut a sharp, hard, reprimanding Master look at me. Then he break into a big grin and we'd both break up.

He'd look to see if I caught his discomfort. When I did he'd just smile. Red was one of only a couple of men who's teats I liked to suck. After a while his nipples would actually engorge with blood and get erect. Then I found I could make them get erect just by talking dirty to him. I'd tell him how good I was gonna' suck his big teats and then chew on `em to get his good flavors. Worked every time. They'd stand at attention, get hard as rocks, and very sensitive. Booger had something on his mind. I could feel it through his body as I continued to enjoy his teats. Had I come to know him that well?

"You've fallen in love with Boots and Sonny as much as I have." he whispered almost as a question.

"Umm-huum." I replied refusing to give up some good teat sucking. I was getting some good strong flavors.

"I accept that I'm going to be formally recognized tomorrow as your Master but I want your input on something. Something, I'll make a final decision about tomorrow."

"You want to invite Boots and Sonny to ride with us on our trip,---for company. You've fallen in love with Sonny and have strong feeling for Boots. Furthermore, it's a dream of theirs they've shared for a long time. Why not share it with us and us with them?"

"Damn, Cowboy. I underestimate you at times,--you're a constant surprise to me. You're exactly right. How would you feel about it?"

"Actually, to be more accurate, I've watched you fall in love with Boots as well. If Boots showed you the slightest need to sub for you, you'd have his tongue on your boots in a second." I laughed, "Sonny and I could take a number." Red laughed with me, "You're a little confused, though, Master,---how you can have such strong feelings for Boots and not be sexually compatible."

"What'chu been doing, Kid, reading my mail?" He laughed again, "You're right about that, too. I don't know why but I've never felt this way for another man. I don't fantasize about sex with him. I sometimes imagine holding him in my arms like a son but it isn't sexual. I suppose it could be. You're description of seeing Boots clean my boots has me hard again.

I guess it comes from me. I have a deep need to care about him as a friend and as a son. It's one of those things that's best not dwelled on. A wise man won't wonder but simple allow himself to enjoy. Either way, it's a good feeling and he sends me back good feelings. He makes me feel good about myself, like he needs and appreciates my association and comradery. Great insights, slave; however, you still haven't answered my question."

"I've fallen in love with them, too, but have you considered it may take some time away from our being together. I have no problem sharing you with Sonny if that's my Master's wish. Sleeping in Boots' arms is a lot better than a consolation prize. It's your right, Master, if you chose to invite them. I'll stand behind your decision and be there when you need me. Besides, I don't see you spending that much time with Sonny that it's gonna' cause a problem with any of us. Once in a while might make us appreciate each other more. To tell the truth, I think you've come to believe the Old Man sent them to us for this purpose. Besides, it's not like they're strangers. Well, that's not quite true either. There ain't none stranger than them two but they're also family. That makes a big difference."

"Somehow I thought you'd like the idea but I get the feeling you're a bit reserved about it."

"No Sir. I'll admit I want to have as much of you to myself as possible; however, knowing you, you won't let it get out of hand and reserve time with Sonny as a treat for him and you. What I'm trying to say, Master, is--your slave trusts you. I meant what I said that night on the Yuba river. If you gave me another chance I would never question your again." Red pulled me to his big body and held me tight.

"As your Master, I promise you it won't get out of hand. I `ll see to that. Besides, that's the reason we're going is to spend as much time with each other as we can. I just thought they might be good riding companions and four is better than two in a tight situation. I appreciate your input, you've given me a couple of things to think about and I'll make a decision tomorrow. I want to sleep on it. Anything further you want to say on the subject."

"Two things; I think it would be a great idea; secondly, I think Boots is too proud a man to accept our paying the way;-- Sonny, too, for that matter. His dad taught him that. I gave Boots the money and had a devil of a time getting him to take it. I had to do some fast talking."

"What if we offer them a job?"

"Doing what?"

"Hire them as bodyguards. Hell, Ben has four around him all the time."

"Master, you're brilliant. No, I really mean it, Red. That's a great idea. How much we gonna' offer `em?"

"I don't know. What about two grand a month?"

"What about fifteen hundred,--each."

"That sounds even better. We can certainly afford that. I like that amount. How could they say no?"

Sunday morning came and I knew Red made up his mind to invite them but my Master was devious. Conversation came around to our trip and where we might be going.

"We've been invited for an evening in the desert at Master Zack's and then to Las Vegas for several days with Ben, Harry, Tim, Cal and Steve. Then we've been invited to Reno for a couple more days as Ben's guest. From there we'll probably head for the Calgary Stampede to visit an old friend of Cowboy's and mine, Ben Stafford." Several of the men knew Ben from their days riding the circuit. "We're going to be in some pretty desolate county and my slave's a bit concerned for the two of us riding alone." I picked up Red's cue.

"We'll not really concerned nor afraid. Hell, I think Red and I can pretty well account for ourselves." Everyone laughed at my understatement, "It's just,--well, I don't know--" I threw the ball back to Red. He turned to me concerned..

"What do you think about hiring a couple of body guards to ride along with us, Son?" I watched Boots and Sonny out of the corner of my eye. Boots didn't respond but Sonny was twitching in his seat. Poking his dad in the ribs with his elbow.

"Master Ben, is there an agency you use where we could hire a couple of body guards that know how to ride bikes?" Red had all ready set this up with Ben before hand and he was waiting for his cue.

"There's several we've used over the years. I'd be happy to have Harry make a few calls for you guys; however, traveling on bikes might be expensive. There are agencies that cater to clients with unusual requests. My best experience and advice is to do what I did. Find a couple of close friends you know you can trust with your life, who'll go to the wire for you, and hire them. Look at Steve and Cal. I feel safer with them than a lot of men we've hired and so does my dad. That's not to say we don't appreciate Achmed and Hagar. They're very fine guards and dedicated."

"Well, we'd appreciate it if you'd give us a hand with that Ben,--either here or in Vegas." Red winked at Ben. Nothing more was said but we could see Sonny whispering to Boots and Boots being very dad-like to calm his kid. Red put the idea lay out there as bait and we all sat back a waited. Poor Sonny and Boots, everyone at the table knew what we were up to except them. Finally, my dad spoke up. We'd primed him, too.

"Hey, Red, Cowboy. You got the perfect body guards sitting right here at the table. Why don't you hire them?"

"Really, Gunn, who?" Red played ignorant.

"Why, my son and my grandson here, Boots and Sonny." Dad motioned to them. Boots mouth dropped open and Sonny nodded yes to my dad. I don't think Boots had even thought about it.

"Gosh, Dad, we didn't think about them. Didn't think about the idea they might want to come along, but you're right, they'd make perfect bodyguards." I agreed with my dad.

"Absolutely, Gunn,--great idea." Red added, "What about it guys? You want a job for six to eight months being our body guards?" Sonny was about to pee in his pants trying to get his dad to say yes but Boots smelled a rat. He was a sharp man.

"You guys don't need no body guards. Who you kidding?"

"No, Boots,--we're serious. If you guys don't want the job we'll get somebody else but we'd love to have the two of you come along. It would be you and Sonny's chance to see some pretty country." Boots played with his food and told Sonny to calm down. The temptation became too great for him.

"Of course we'll take the job, Red. We'd be proud to ride with you and Cowboy." There was a cheer went up from our table that started everyone looking at us. I was surprised that neither Boots nor Sonny asked how much the job paid. I whispered to Red to tell them.

"Maybe you shouldn't accept so quickly. You may not want the job after you hear what we're offering." Boots didn't say anything. Everyone waited for a response. After Sonny almost broke two of Boots' ribs he spoke.

"We don't care what you're offering, Red. We'll take the job, we'll accept anything you're offering, we'll go." Boots responded.

"Well, Cowboy and I decided we could afford fifteen hundred a month," Sonny almost went crackers and it got a big smile from Boots as well. They were more than happy with that, "--each!" Red added as an after thought. I thought Boots was gonna' choke on his food and Sonny almost fainted.

After most of the men left the table we were still there with Ben, my dad, Boots, and Sonny. Red explained there was only one stop he and I had to make by ourselves and that was in Houston toward the end of our trip. Red had to visit his brother. Boots and Sonny understood immediately. Boots more so than Sonny because he knew Red had to tell his brother about his condition. That sort of thing is best done with a minimal amount of folks around.

"Hell, that ain't no problem." said my dad, "Mason's only about a half day's trip from Houston. I'll give you men our address, a map, and phone number. You and Sonny come stay with Joe and me. We'd be glad to have you. Red and Cowboy can join you later."

"That`d be great, Dad. I'd like to see Mason" said Boots.

"We'd enjoy you coming and staying a while. Hell, you guys are about the only family the cowboy and I have left other than Joe and Lester. I think it's a great idea for you guys to go along on their trip. I was a little uneasy about the two of them going alone; not that they can't take care of themselves but there's strength in numbers. I envy the four of you. I'm sure you'll have a great time."

"It's been a dream of mine and my boy's for a long time, Dad. We've talked about it since Sonny learned to ride. I can't believe we're really going to do it. We'll look forward to coming to Mason." Boots said with all sincerity. My dad couldn't have been happier. He felt like he'd known Boots and Sonny all their lives.

BONDING CEREMONY

Master Jeb, Master Jim and Master Beryl got together and helped my Master with his contract I would be asked to sign. After they finished and it was typed they gave it to me to read. I was told to choose a Master to go over it with me and discuss any questions I might have. I chose Master Walker Johnson. I ask him if Xander could be present as well.

Walker was flattered and pleased that I chose him. Xander was thrilled. I read the contract carefully. I was ready to become my Master's slave. I couldn't imagine the sun setting another day without becoming his property. I found no problem with anything. I was ready to sign it as it was. I had Sonny sit in with me and he read it along with me. He would sigh deeply every now and then at something he particularly liked. He was so taken with the contract he told me that's what he wanted to become to his dad, someday soon.

That morning after breakfast Master Walker, Xander, Sonny and I went into Master Jeb's study, sat down and Walker re-read the contract to me. At the end of each section he asked if I had any questions. I had none. Sonny had a couple of things he wasn't clear about and questioned cause he was curious. I was glad he was there. My dad came in toward the end of us discussing the contract and listened til we finished. He said he had a couple of things he wanted to say to me.

"Son, I want you to hear me out and then respond. Up `til now when things have gone bad for you I've always been there for you if you needed to run to me. I never minded that, that's my job as your dad and I love you for feeling free to run to me for support. In many ways, being your dad, I had considerable influence over your life and those who you chose to have in your life. I want you to understand, that may change if you sign Red's contract. I'm not suggesting you don't sign his contract but these are things I think you should hear from me. I'm your dad. I take the job very seriously; alway have. I've taken it seriously all these years and I ain't about to stop now.

"If you sign Red's contract you will no longer belong to me. You won't be my boy no more. You'll always be my son, but you will become the property of another man. Up to this point you've been Bud's slave and Red's slave in name and spirit only. There was nothing but your word to bind you to either. If you sign Red's unconditional contract you not only become Red's slave, but he will legally own you. You will become his personal property.

Furthermore, once you are recognized by our family as any man's slave you become a slave to our family as well. If something happens to Red, unless he has left you to another family member to become his slave, you will become property of our family and will be sold to another Master. Now, my point is, --I won't have any control over that. We're both members of our family and upon becoming a member we swore an oath to uphold their laws and principals.

Outside our family, Red's contract isn't worth the paper it's written on; however, to our family it's a legal and binding document and will be enforced. And Son, I'll be the first to come to you and tell you,--you will honor any contract our family deems legal. If you've considered all these things and still want to go through with it, then your old man will stand before our family and give you to Red as his slave."

Dad almost bought tears to my eyes he was so serious and concerned. I put my arms around him and looked into his eyes.

"I have to do this, Dad. I need and want to do this. I must honor my commitment to Red. I must become his slave. I understand the ramifications and the possibility the future may not turn out the way I planned; however, I have to trust in the Lord and my Master. I promised two people, if we can think of God as a person for a moment, that I would become Red's slave. I promised the Old Man and Red himself. It is an act of trust. Signing Red's contract is my pledge to them to fulfill my commitment.

I appreciate your concern and I'm touched that you wanted to make sure I fully understand everything. I do understand, Dad. I have for sometime. Now,--I ask you to trust me. Give me to my Master with your love and that will be my final assurance I've done the right thing." Dad looked at me and kissed me gently.

"You've grown up, Son. You have weathered your rights of passage. You have become a man. A man I'm proud to have wear my name and call 'son.' Today, I will be proud to give my son to another fine man for his slave. I love you, Billy."

"I love you too, Dad." We couldn't help but shed a few. It was an emotional moment. There would be many that day.

There was a fairly large old barn on the property Master Jeb owned. He and Big Jim fixed it up and built a small stage at the far end for family functions. It could accommodate around three hundred people uncomfortably. I was instructed by Master Jeb and Master Jim how the ceremony would be conducted and my role. I chose two salves to assist me and escort me into the auditorium when the signal was given. All three slaves were to wear long white robes with hoods. I was to be nude underneath my robe and the two slaves were to help me remove it on the stage.

I picked Wes and Xander to assist me. The family gathered in the auditorium and the three of us waited by the side. We were to enter from the back and walk down the isle to the stage. We were getting ready to go, when in a flourish there were Arabian men coming out of the back of Master Jeb's house followed by Ben's father, the Sheik. He had come for our ceremony. I put my hood back and knelt in front of him, he gave me his hand and I kissed the back and placed it against my forehead.

"Come, my Son,--to my arms." I certainly did as the old man ordered and received many kisses and a big hug.

"We're so proud and honored you came, your Highness. Please allow me to escort you into the auditorium." I offered my arm to his Highness, he smiled and hooked his arm in mine and we proceeded to the auditorium. I escorted him to the front row where three of our family got up to give him their seat. He graciously thanked them, sat down and thanked me. Master Ben was on the stage and smiled at his dad.

I returned to the back and no sooner got Xander and Wes together when Master Jeb motioned for us to come forward. We walked to the stage and on to it. Wes and Xander helped me off with my robe and I stood nude, in all my glory, in front of our family. To my surprise there were gasps and "Ooohhs." Then his highness stood and began to applaud. The rest of the family picked it up. I stood there blushing then slowly walked to my Master.

Red asked my dad and Master Walker to stand with him. I knelt in front of my Master and kissed each of his boots, I found his hand and lovingly kissed the back and placed it to my forehead.

"Rise my beloved slave and show your Master your love." Red enfolded me in his arms and we kissed a kiss that had the crowd stomping and whistling. Red ordered me to kneel next to him. I knelt and Red placed his hand on my shoulder and stood slightly behind me.

"Your Highness, friends, family, guests, Masters, and slaves," the Dungeon Master began,"we have come together this afternoon to witness the bonding of these two good men as Master and slave. Master Red and his slave Cowboy. One might equate this Master/slave conjoining as a happy ending to the old fairy tale `Beauty and the Beast.' Cowboy, of course, playing the role of the beast." Everyone laughed at the Dungeon Master's joke.

"Joking aside, I can't remember a bonding in our family in some time that has captured the hearts and imaginations of everyone. I have been given the pleasure of taking care of the legal part of this bonding and our clan Master, Master Beryl will give the final blessing. Now, we'll begin. Is there someone here that will give this man into slavery?"

"Aye, Dungeon Master, I will give him to this Master for his slave."

"Will you tell us who you are and your relationship to this young man."

"I am William Arthur Gunn Jr. this young man's father." I was so moved. My dad had never used the word father before and I was proud that he did. He was indeed my father.

"Thank you, Mr. Gunn."

"Master Red, is it your wish to take this man's son, William Arthur Gunn the third, better known as, the Cowboy, to be your slave for life?"

"It is my greatest wish, Dungeon Master."

"If he chooses to become your slave, your property will you care for him, provide for him and keep him from harms way?"

"I will, Dungeon Master."

"Will you care for him, through sickness and health?"

"I will, Dungeon Master."

"Will you see to his training to become a contributing member of this family and a slave proud to walk by your side?"

"I will, Dungeon Master."

The Dungeon Master turned to me.

"Cowboy, is it your wish to become Master Red's slave for life?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it is my wish."

"Have you been threatened, coerced, black mailed or mistreated in any way to force you to make this decision?"

"No, Sir, Dungeon Master, I have not."

"I will ask you twice more, Cowboy. Do you wish to give yourself into slavery to become Master Red's property?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, I do so wish it."

"Do you realize that by signing Master Red's contract you will not only become his slave you will become a slave for the rest of your life? Should anything happen to Master Red you will become the property of the family and may be sold to another Master."

"Yes, Dungeon Master, Sir, I do so realize."

"Do you further realize that there are no clauses in his contract to protect you from anything Master Red may wish to do to alter your body? Do you understand and agree to that?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, I do understand and agree to sign his contract as is, without clause."

"I'll ask you one final time. Having agreed to these things before your family and friends, is it still your wish to become Master Red's slave and a slave unto this family for the rest of your life?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it is with all my heart that I wish to become Master Red's slave and a slave unto this family for life."

"Have you read Master Red's contract, Cowboy?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, I have."

"Has it been read to you, gone over with you by a third party? Has it's ramifications been discussed with you and all your concerns satisfied?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it has been read to me and discussed with me at length."

"Who did this for you, Cowboy?"

"Master Walker Johnson, Dungeon Master."

"Master Johnson, is this true?"

"It's true, Dungeon Master." Walker answered.

"There's still time to reconsider, Cowboy. Once you sign your name to Master Red's contract before God and these witness's, we will continue the ceremony and you will become Master Red's property for the rest of your life. Do you still wish to go through with this and become Master Red's slave?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it is with all my heart, soul and being I so wish."

"Then come forward Cowboy and affix your name to Master Red's contract." I arose with Red's help and walked to the table. I took the pen and signed my name on the appropriate line on the last page of the document. Red then took the pen and signed his name under mine as Master/owner. Red asked Master Ben, Master Walker and my dad to witness our signatures and sign as witness's.

"Will the three witness's please step forward?" requested the Dungeon Master. They each came forward and signed their names as witnesses.

"Master Red?" The Dungeon Master nodded to Red to speak. Walker handed him a collar. I wasn't told about this, but by God, if he didn't get me a dog collar he promised me with that night in Reno. I couldn't have been more pleased because he and I were the only two that knew it's significance. As he put in on and locked it in place he snapped a chain leash to it. He spoke softly to me.

"I made sure they spelled `Cowboy' right, Son."

My Master knelt next to me, put his right arm around me and took my right hand with his left. Master Beryl came to us and stood before us to speak to the crowd.

"These fine men have been members of our family for sometime now; however, the Cowboy still hasn't passed his initiation." the crowd laughed, they all knew the joke, "I'm sure he will one day but that hasn't stopped him from becoming recognized as full member of our family. It's always a joyful time when two of our family join and bond as Master and slave. It gives me great pleasure to be a part of this ceremony. Will you all please rise for the blessing of these men." He placed a hand on each of our heads and spoke,

"May God be gracious unto you and keep you in his heart, now and forever more. May his light shine upon you and bring you peace." Still on his knees my Master took me in his arms and kissed me. Then he stood before me, snapped his fingers and pointed to his boots. We ended the ceremony by performing the ritual once more. Our family began to applaud and whistle. It was a wonderful ceremony. Master Jeb held up his hand for silence.

"Our family now officially recognizes Cowboy as Master Red's slave. Thus ends our ceremony." Much applause from our family. The Sheik was first on the stage to hug, kiss Red and I and wish us well. He had tears in his eyes. Red and I were thrilled he came. Ben said nothing about him coming.

Everyone partied into the night. My Master had me remain nude the rest of the day and led me around by his leash. I loved it. I'd always had a fantasy of being led around naked on a leash by a strong man that I trusted. They were my family and I loved them all. I didn't feel the least self-conscious. I was Master Red's slave. I was proud of my Master. I was proud to be his slave and if it pleased him for me to be nude before our family then it was an honor for me to please him.

Sonny was green with envy seeing me walk at the end of my Master's leash naked as a jay bird. He wasn't really envious. He was happy for us but he so desperately wanted that with his dad. He confided in me he thought his dad was too straight to ever let himself take his son as his slave. I told him not to be too sure of that. Boots didn't tell Sonny a lot `cause he didn't want to build up his hopes, but he talked to Red and I a lot about him becoming his son's Master. I didn't betray his dad's trust.

I will always remember that day as the pinnacle of my Master and my relationship. I couldn't remember a time I'd ever seen Red happier and more relaxed. The contract, the ceremony, having our family gather for him and I was a great confirmation for my Master. To top it all off, he had two new family members he felt were as much his as mine. His three Gunns felt the same.

That night, my Master took me as his slave. Contracts and promises be damned. I had been Red's slave from that first kiss in Glen Rose. He'd made the choice for us. It was his right then, and it was still his right. However, something was different that night and we both knew it. It was more electric between us than ever before. The ideas that I had tried to convey tol him suddenly made sense and infused him with a sense of raw animal power he no longer felt guilty unleashing upon me. I was Yin to his Yang. He felt it, he knew it, and he reveled in it. After all these years of riding solo, my Master was no longer alone. I had become an extension of him. It was the greatest feeling of freedom I'd ever experienced.

How could you feel free becoming a slave to another man? That's a rhetorical question; however, I let go of the self-important, self-centered, arrogant, prideful adolescent and walked through the door of maturity. My dad was right. I weathered my rights of passage and I was ready to become a man. By becoming my Master's slave, I became that man. That night my Master made the soul of a two dollar fiddle sing like a Stradivarius.

Most of the family left that evening. Many had responsibilities the next day. Ben's father left in the early afternoon after giving my Master and I his blessing. He told us again how proud and happy he was his son had us for friends and family. I was still nude when he hugged me goodbye. He winked at Red when he gently patted me on my bum. He told my Master he had accepted a treasure for a slave. Red beamed with pride.

We planned to stay another night to help with clean up so Master Jeb and Big Jim didn't get saddled with it. There were a handful that remained. My dad, Uncle Joe and Lester all stayed. They were going to the airport with Master Ben the next day to fly out to San Antonio. We said our goodbyes and I promised Dad we'd stay in touch. He was glad that Boots and Sonny were going with us. I saw him several times get them aside to council them. He had come to love and trust the two of them in a short period of time; but that was my dad.

The following day, Red, Boots, Sonny and I set out on our journey. We didn't get far the first day because we'd been invited to stay the evening with Master Zack and Big Beryl. Master Beryl was living in one of the small apartments on the second story of Master Zack's garage.

Boots and Sonny rode with Master Zack and Big Beryl but had never been to Master Zack's home. Red never had either. They were all as wowed as I was the first time I saw the place. We had a wonderful dinner and evening with them. Sonny fell in love again with another man I loved, Master Zack.

Big Beryl and Zack approached Boots to ask if they could play with Sonny in Master Zack's dungeon. He had no problem with it and Sonny went off for a night of bliss between two men he loved. My Master took pity on Boots and asked him to join us. Damn, what a night that was. I got to sleep between two of the finest men I could imagine and have both holes plugged at the same time. Boots was losing his shyness and I think if he wasn't straight or a potential Master he would've been worshiping at my Master's feet like Sonny and I. I learned later that his love and admiration for Red was deeper than Sonny or I ever imagined.

We left for Las Vegas the next day. Big Beryl was going to ride with us to Vegas. Ben had invited him, too. He invited Master Zack as well but he had a job he contracted and needed to start. We rode to Las Vegas and Harry had rooms waiting for us at the Riviera. Boots and Sonny were wowed that they were the guest of Master Ben. Their room was large and comfortable. They had never stayed in such a big hotel before and were awed.

That night we had dinner with Master Ben, Tim, Harry, Cal, and Steve. Dinners with Master Ben became informal family affairs where everyone laughed, joked and generally had a good time. Even Master Ben's chef would get into the spirit and have a good time. After dinner it had become a custom for us all to go gambling.

Since we were at the Riviera I cashed in one of our emergency checks I had for Red and I. Red suggested I get cash to pay our body guards. I gave the money to my Master and he paid Boots and Sonny their first months salary. They didn't believe us when we said we were going to pay them to be our body guards. Red said they didn't want to accept the money but he played Master knows best. They were grateful. Red also told them not to be surprised if we went gambling with Master Ben because he usually stakes everyone in the our party a thousand dollars to gamble. They couldn't believe that either. By now Red and I were use to Ben's generosity; however, we didn't take it for granted. We made ourselves available if Ben needed us for anything.

We did go gambling that evening and sure enough, Ben staked us each a thousand dollars. Sonny had never gambled before. Boots had a few times but never at private table. I showed Sonny the basics and told him not to cover someone else's bet unless he ask permission first. Sonny didn't have to worry. He couldn't make a wrong bet. He started winning and of course Master Ben asked his permission to cover his bets. Sonny was amused and flattered that Master Ben showed him that courtesy. Master Ben started winning heavily on Sonny's bets. Boots started covering his bets and started winning heavily as well. By the time we left the table Master Ben had four of five times the chips he had originally. He was happy and hugged Sonny.

Between Sonny and Boots they had won almost eight thousand dollars on their bets. They were thrilled. It was more money than they'd had at one time in their lives. They kept us up late talking. Then they went to their room and Red and I had a good laugh. We knew Sonny was going to get the snot fucked out of him by his old man that night. He had a silly grin on his face the next morning and giggled a lot.

Master Beryl headed back to Joshua Tree to help Zack with his project. After two nights we were ready to hit the road again. We were to meet Ben, Harry, Cal and Steve in Reno and again be Master Ben's guest there for a couple of days. Once again we went gambling and damned if Sonny didn't start getting lucky again. He was hitting straight up numbers to win. Everyone that covered his bets won big including Master Ben. He won more than big, he won very big from covering Sonny's bets. We watched Sonny do something I'd never seen done before or since. He called five straight up numbers in a row to win. I called four numbers once while gambling with Master Ben. To hit five in a row is beyond calculation the probabilities against. Ben had a feeling about Sonny and I did too. He looked at me and I nodded to let it ride. Ben smiled at me. Ben let his money plus winnings ride all five times and won a fortune.

He couldn't have been happier and gave Boots and Sonny, each, five of his white chips. Neither Red nor I was too amazed at his generosity. We were use to he generosity by that time. It was every day occurance for Cal, Steve and Harry. Ben won a fortune off Sonny's bets and the ten chips he gave them was minor. Red agreed. We didn't tell them the amount of money Ben gambled. It was all kept private and when he was cashed in they simply gave him a receipt. Red and I couldn't wait to see what would happen when Boots and Sonny went to the cashier. When the man told them the amount each chip was worth they thought we'd set them up. Red had to do some fast talking and the man at the window assured them that each chip was worth ten thousand dollars. Aside from the considerable money they won from Sonny's bet they each had fifty thousand dollars. .

Sonny was bouncing off the ceiling like the Co-co puff bird. Boots was usually calm and unflappable about everything. That evening I could swear he shit his pants. They opened an account at the hotel to be transferred later. They were stunned and again wanted to stay up half the night talking. They graciously thanked Master Ben the next morning before we set off. He told them he always tipped the persons who allowed him to cover their bets a percentage of his winnings. We assured them he was telling the truth.

We left Reno on a beautiful summer's day. We wanted to head north because Red and I wanted to attend the Stampede at Calgary. We had several days to get there but we were going to take our time and stop here and there to see things. It was wonderful. We weren't on a schedule. Boots and Sonny had a nest egg in the bank and they felt good. We still planned to pay them as bodyguards. They didn't want to take it but we insisted. We'd hired them for a job and we were going to honor our commitment.

It was early summer. The days were warm and beautiful. The nights still had a chill in the air but the days were perfect. We were in no hurry. We made a list of places Red hadn't seen. We rode to Devils Tower Wyoming and then to Mount Rushmore. We were impressed by Mt. Rushmore. The scale of the sculpture was more impressive than it appears in pictures. We didn't push on time or tried to be anyplace on a schedule.

We were slowly heading north to Calgary. It was about time for the stampede. It was one of Red's favorite rodeos. Of course, it was one of my favorite rodeos, too. Boots and Sonny hadn't been to a lot of rodeos. They didn't know what to expect but Red and I filled them in on what to look for. Sonny didn't need to be shown what to look for. The first sight of prime cowboy butt framed in a hot pair of rodeo chaps was all he needed to see. His tongue got hard and stayed that way.

My Master agreed with me to stop by Ben Stafford's place. I knew he'd ask us to stay and Ben Jr. would be thrilled to have me rope with him again. I'd told my Master, Boots and Sonny about the conundrum between big Ben Stafford and his son, Ben Jr. My Uncle Bud and I felt that Ben Jr. was in love with his dad and I was curious to see what they thought about the situation. Red knew Ben Stafford had ridden on the circuit for a number of years with Uncle Bud as his partner. We turned into the road that ran up to their place and I saw big Ben and Ben Jr. coming out of the barn. I waved to them and they recognized me. I saw a huge smile spread across big Ben's face as he started to walk towards us.

"I was just thinking about you a minute ago and told Ben Jr. I wondered how you and Bud were. Didn't I, Son?"

"Yeah, he did, Cowboy, said he wish't he could see you again."

"That's spooky, Mr. Stafford. Mr. Stafford,---Ben, I want you to meet my traveling buddies. This handsome man with the red beard is my partner, Booger Red. These two fine looking gentlemen are my cousins. They really are my cousins, Billy Gunn Jr. and Billy Gunn the third. We call em Boots and Sonny cause there's too damn many Billy Gunns running around.

"Gentlemen, this is Mr. Ben Stafford and his son Ben Jr."

The men shook hands all around. I hugged both big Ben and Ben Jr.

"Well, come on in, Gentlemen. How's your uncle, Cowboy? Wish't he could've come with you. You men here for the rodeo? You're welcome to bunk here. Got a couple extra rooms or there's plenty of hay in the barn." He led us into the house and I introduced Booger, Boots and Sonny to Mrs. Stafford. She gave me a big hug and a kiss like I was long lost relations. She got us some ice tea and cookies. We sat down at a table in the big county kitchen. Mrs. Stafford's kitchen always smelled wonderful. It smelled of fresh bread, cinnamon, cloves, pickling spices and vinegar.

"Well, tell us Cowboy, we haven't seen you since you came back from Vietnam. The last I heard from Bud was about three months before you were suppose to come home and we could tell by his letter that he couldn't wait for you to return. How is Bud, Son?"

I told them everything. When I told Mr. Stafford Uncle Bud passed away, that big, old man sobbed like his heart was broken. I knew how he felt and I shed a few tears with him. Red knew Mr. Stafford had been Uncle Bud's partner on the circuit for a number of years. Red started crying for Mr. Stafford being in such pain. I went to big Ben, put my arms around him and tried to comfort him best I could until he got it out. Ben Jr. was weeping, too. He didn't know Booger except for meeting him less than a half hour ago but when Red opened his arms to him he slowly allowed Red to hold him. Mrs. Stafford was silently weeping. Sonny had his arm around her.

When things returned to normal. I continued to tell the Staffords my story about Nam, my buddies saving my life and coming back a vegetable. I told them the story of Uncle Bud coming to get my buddies and going to Jim Redfeather in a dream. I told them about Jim calling out my name over and over and them finally finding me. Again, big Ben was in tears. He stood and opened his arms to me. I got up and the old man hugged me and we cried together again. Red helped fill in some of the information about Uncle Bud's passing. He stayed with my Dad and Uncle Joe when he went to Mason for Uncle Bud's funeral. They were amazed at my story but I know they believed me. Mrs. Stafford especially.

"I have no doubt you're telling the truth, Billy. I saw how your uncle loved you and doted on you when you came to visit that time you and he were on the circuit. If that man could've found some way to save you he would have. How else would that young man know to call out your name. Your uncle was a good man, Billy. We loved him a lot." She was sincere and I gave her another hug and kiss in thanks.

They insisted we stay at their place for the rodeo. They were gonna' try to put us up in rooms but we insisted in staying in the barn. It was summer. Warm nights and lots of hay. What more could you want? Mr. Stafford laughed at me.

"Hell, we end up spending most nights out there anyway listening to stories." Allowed Mr. Stafford.

Ben Jr. was usually stand-offish and quiet until he got to know someone. After Red held him while he cried he began to open to him a little. He was fascinated by Red's leather pants and cod piece. Rather than be rude and simply stare, Ben Jr. commented to Red that he admired them and never saw anything like them before. Red didn't comment much but thanked him for admiring them. He told Ben Jr. they were popular with the bike crowd.

Sonny was agog over Mr. Stafford. The kid and I had the same taste in men. He thought Mr. Stafford was about the hottest cowboy he'd ever seen and Ben Jr. came in a close second. Boots, Red and I would laugh and wink at Sonny when we caught him lusting for the old man. He was a good sport about it and he and Boots knew how to conduct themselves. Booger, Boots, Sonny and I stayed with the Staffords almost a week. We planned to stay only a couple of nights but they begged us to stay.

Ben Jr. wanted me to teach him some roping techniques. He was getting pretty damn good with a rope. He and his dad were partnering together and were winning all the local rodeos. They entered the Stampede and wanted us there for good luck. He and Mr. Stafford won the third day of the rodeo. Big Ben was happy and so proud of his son. It was one of the few times I ever saw the old man give his boy a hug. We were happy for their win.

We attended the rodeo every day and had a wonderful time. Boots and Sonny were wowed. Booger and I were recognized everywhere we went by the rodeo folk that had been so kind to me and Uncle Bud. Red was recognized by a lot of the older rodeo crowd and renewed some old friendships. When we came back to the ranch from the rodeo Mrs. Stafford and several neighbor ladies would have dinner spread out on four or five picnic tables. Boots and Sonny couldn't believe the amount of food the folks sat out for lunch and dinner. They were also wowed by the generosity and hospitality of rodeo people.

After dinner all the men wanted to rodeo and since the Stafford ranch was one of the biggest around Calgary they all congregated there including most of the pro rodeo cowboys that were on the circuit. With all the pro rodeo cowboys there, I thought Sonny was going to come unglued. Boots wasn't far behind. He told me he rarely found a man, other than me, to lust after; however, Calgary was a whole `nother country. Red and I smiled and nodded knowingly. It was all we could do to keep from biting an ass or two.

The younger men would rodeo in the evenings after the stampede. I roped with Ben Jr. and the tricks I taught him improved his timing and catch. Then Ben Jr. and I roped together against some of the pro rodeo people and we were surprised. We were winning against the best of the pro teams. He'd improved a lot since my last visit. When Uncle Bud taught me roping, he taught me to ride both header' and heeler' position when roping. I could ride either. Ben Jr. had been concentrating on roping the hinders as heeler' so I roped as header.'

I hadn't roped in a while but laying off roping for a period seemed to mature my technique. I was hot that day at the Staffords. I couldn't miss. I no sooner landed my rope over the horns and around the neck of the steer, dallied my rope to the saddle horn, pulled the critter into position for my partner when Ben Jr. made his catch, dallied his rope and backed his pony up. We were done. We had the best clocked time all day.

Mr. Stafford and Booger would sit on the fence and watch the rest of us rodeo; they'd laugh and talk. Ben Jr. and I got Boots and Sonny on a couple of horses and they were having a ball. Mr. Stafford and Red were around the same age and had a lot in common. They liked each other from the start and developed an unspoken admiration. They had a lot of rodeo friends in common and swapped rodeo stories with each other.

Boots and Sonny were amazed at the number of folks that came to the Stafford ranch to rodeo while we were there and how many I knew. If anyone wanted to know anything about roping I'd try to help them so I was pretty busy most of the day. Neighbors were there most of the time to have fun and help with the rodeoing. The men brought their bedrolls and headed to the barn where we were staying. They wanted to hear and tell rodeo stories. They kept us up `til the wee hours of the morning. I would finally excuse ourselves because I had to get some sleep and I know Red needed his.

I told a couple of stories Uncle Bud use to tell. I'd heard him tell the same storys over and over. I knew most of his stories by heart. He rarely varied from his telling of a story. He'd use the same words and sentences almost like he was reading it from memory. I began to tell one of his and my favorites and found my voice sounding like Uncle Bud as he told his stories. I could even hear myself talking the same way he did; the way he phrased words and the deep Texas drawl that he used when he told his stories. I saw Red looking at me a couple of times like he was hearing Bud's voice. He'd smile and look at me with pride and slowly shake his head. I saw Mr. Stafford wipe a tear or two away. Even Ben Jr. told me he closed his eyes a couple of times and could have sworn it was Uncle Bud.

Red loved it and so did Boots and Sonny. Boots and Sonny had never been exposed to such giving and gracious folks. It was a world far removed from the rough world of the biker set to folks that would bend over backward to give you a hand and ask nothing in return. The love they got from our family and to experience the goodness of these country folks was like a revelation to them. They'd lived for years riding with scoot trash that would sell their mothers for their next high. However, the most important thing about Boots and Sonny to Red and I was there willingness to share. While they didn't have a lot, they were willing to share anything they had and best of all, they were sincere men. They didn't offer to share expecting more in return.

Ben Jr. and I got pretty close. Hell, we were always close. We shared a lot of things. He asked about Nam and I told him a few things but told him he didn't miss nothing. Thank God he didn't have to go and suffer through that hell. Ben Jr. was the same age as me but he seemed younger,--not physically, but mentally. His physical development was bigger than me.

He was his father's son no doubt. He looked like a younger version of the handsome older man. Ben Jr. hadn't been out in the world. He was the oldest of the four Stafford children. Two girls and another boy six years younger than Ben Jr. He was the only kid still at home, my age, and unmarried. Ben Jr. worked hard around the ranch and had an upper body development that would rival many body builders. He was proud of it, too, and took his shirt off every chance he got.

He was much like his old man in personality but quieter. You'd think they'd be close; like two peas in a pod. Not so! They rarely had much communication with each other. Big Ben would bark an order to his son and the kid would immediately drop what he was doing to take care of what his dad wanted. He never talked back or questioned why something had to be done right away. If his dad wanted something done, he did it. He never grumbled nor got a disgusted look on his face.

Sonny and I would tag along and give Ben Jr. a hand when big Ben had to have something done right away, couldn't wait. Jobs went faster and were always more fun when you had more hands helping. Ben Jr. was grateful to have our help. It meant he could rodeo more. Ben Jr. would apologize for his dad's abruptness. He allowed his dad was a good man, he wasn't always like this. Ben Jr. defended his dad saying he felt his dad had a right to run his ranch as he saw fit. He saw himself past the age of independence when he should be out on his own and thought of himself as a ranch hand, a buckaroo, for his dad.

Like his old man, Ben Jr. was a cowboy. Born and raised in the saddle, Ben Jr. was a pretty handy buckaroo. Other than Buck, my Uncle Bud, and Dan Yates he's the only other man I knew that just looked like a cowboy. He was quiet and stoic. He reminded me a lot of Leon in his silence, but he would respond politely if asked a question. He talked more to me than a lot of people. He'd heard the stories of what I'd been through and wanted to know more about the outside world. Since Sonny was around most of the time he included him as well. Sonny had a way about him. He could get a rock to talk. There was something so totally honest and disarming about Sonny's personality I found myself telling him the secrets of my soul.

Ben Jr. knew Sonny and his dad were hard core bikers and was fascinated with them. Sonny lived so much more than Ben Jr. and he wanted to hear about Sonny's exploits and travels. To do that he had to open to Sonny somewhat to hear Sonny's stories. Sonny inherited the Gunn's gift of talking to people and have them in love with you in minutes. My dad was the same damn way. Sonny made Ben Jr. feel comfortable enough to ask him anything.

He'd lived all his life on the ranch and never been further than downtown Calgary. He had little practical living experience as an adult in the outside world. I joked around with him several times trying to get him to open up about himself and his dad's relationship. He didn't say much except he worked hard for his dad because he loved him and wanted to please him. He did confide that it didn't seem to matter how much he did for his dad, the old man never seemed to show him much love. Big Ben showed the other kids more attention and affection than he did Ben Jr. He didn't seem jealous but just commented about it.

Ben Jr. sure asked Sonny a lot of questions about his relationship with his Dad. He was fascinated that Sonny and his dad were riding bikes together. Ben Jr. would get a far away look in his eyes and tell Sonny and me he couldn't imagine the joy it must be for them to share that together. Now, my little brother ain't a dumb kid. In some ways, he's a hell of a lot smarter, street wise, than I am. He began to see many little things that told him beyond a doubt Ben Jr. had a major hard-on for his dad.

Ben Jr. felt like he was cursed by being the oldest child. He felt relegated to be a protective big bother to his little brother, his younger sisters and work horse for his dad. He was the first one his dad called to do any chore around the ranch. Big Ben showed the three younger kids a lot more love and spoiled them. Ben Jr. grew up watching the three younger kids play and do nothing around the ranch while he worked his ass off. They could've shared in the chores but big Ben wanted Ben Jr. to do them. Ben Jr. never questioned his dad and learned to accept that even though he carried his dad's name, his dad never seemed to care much about him except to use him as an unpaid ranch hand. It was hard on the kid. Sonny and I talked about it and how fortunate we were to have dads that knew how to show affection.

All three of the younger kids got sent to college but even though Ben Jr. had the best grades and was the smartest of the lot his dad wouldn't send him to college. Ben Jr. was still at home because his dad was getting older and he wanted to take some of the responsibility for running the ranch off his shoulders. Ben Stafford wasn't that old. He was a man in his mid fifties and looked great for his age. He made Sonny and my dick's drip the whole time we were there. I thought the first time Sonny saw Big Ben on a horse he was going to pee in his pants. Sonny turned his back to Mr. Stafford, shook his head, spit, then looked at me with a shit eat'n grin.

"Goddamn, Cowboy! Nobody ever told me life was fair, Bro., but to have to stand here and watch that hunk of man on that horse, well, . . . nobody ever told me just how unfair life might be at times. I'm head'n to the loft to get rid of this boner." Sonny could come up with the damdest lines sometime. They were simple and basic but they sure got the message across. I laughed with him and told him I had the same reaction the fist time I saw big Ben sit a horse.

Ben Jr. and his dad had been doing a lot of roping together at local rodeos. They were doing well and Ben Jr. was coming along as a top notch competitor. His old man was pretty damn good himself. Ben Jr. liked the times he and his old man could get off alone together and travel to some small out of town rodeo.

Ben Jr. watched Boots and Sonny like a hawk. One afternoon we were leaving the rodeo and Boots and Sonny were walking ahead of Ben Jr. and I. We were walking back to the Stafford's pickemup truck to return to the ranch. Boots had his arm around Sonny as they walked and talked. You could see Boots pull Sonny in closer every now and then. They'd talk intimately, and then roar with laughter from their conversation. I saw Ben Jr. looking at them and watched a tear run down his face that he quickly wiped away so I wouldn't see it. I put my arm around his shoulders and he leaned into me as we walked.

"Too late Ben, I saw it." I said quietly but concerned.

"I'm sorry, Cowboy, . . . it's . . . . well, it's . . . just . . . . "

"You're talking to a buckaroo that understands, Ben. I've been there and back. You ain't seeing Boots and Sonny walking up ahead of us are you?" Ben Jr. shook his head `no.'

"Ben, I'm gonna' tell you something. What you do with it is up to you. It's not wrong to love your old man, and that's unqualified, Ben. It's not wrong to have the feelings you have for him. It's certainly not wrong to want a closeness with your dad like Boots and Sonny have. Now, I ain't gonna' say another word about it. I've probably overstepped my boundaries all ready."

"No, no, it's all right, Cowboy. You're right, . . .but you know my old man . . . . "

"Yeah, I do, Ben, but I think you're doing like I did and so many sons do to their old man."

"What's that, Cowboy?'

"Short change him. He's a lot bigger man than you give him credit for, Ben. I think you should trust your dad. I love your old man, Ben, with all my heart. He's a good man. Mr. Stafford's one of only a couple of men I look up to as a role model. Know what? So did my Uncle Bud." Ben Jr. didn't have much to say the rest of the afternoon. I worried maybe I'd really overstepped my bounds as a friend.

End Chapter 17~ Booger Red & Cowboy Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com