Earth's New Masters Part 58 So You Want To Be A Rock And Roll Star
This Chapter Is From Beau's Point Of View. We get another view of Beau's progress with music and the guitar. Beau has an aptitude for music but he also has some other things going for him that are tipping the scales in his favor.
We'd just got home from the second week of our school Practical at Rose River Farm. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon. But despite the beautiful weather Master and I sneaked out to Master's secret rock and roll retreat while the pups went in for a couple of hours of school since they'd missed their Friday classes.
As soon as I got into the room I stripped out of all of my clothes while Master locked the door so we wouldn't be disturbed. We sat in in the overstuffed reclining chair with me on his lap. He ran his hand through my crew cut. I don't know why but that always felt so erotic to me.
"Well it's been quite a week Beau. Everything went to Hell in a hand basket late last week. It was bad for all of us but Woden really took it hard. I've done my best to support him as the Beta but it's tough. He expects everything to work, especially his special projects. To him nothing is more important than restoring mankind. The fishing got our minds off of it for a day and a half but I could start to feel the tension building again on the way home."
"You Sheps are brilliant, you'll figure it out eventually." I said unsure of why this was bothering them so much.
I was sitting facing him so that our cocks were together. We'd both gotten hard like we always did when we were alone out here. We were slowly thrusting against each other almost unaware that we were doing it. Master was slowly leaking precum that ran down the underside of his cock and onto mine. When it did that it always got me a very light effects high just by soaking through my skin. It seemed to have the same affect that some of the other guys from the Firehole Tribe experienced with their less dominant masters. They had told David and I about how it made them much more creative.
I'd heard some of the older people in the tribe talk about how certain hallucinogenic drugs were "mind expanding". I wondered it this is what they meant. All I knew is that when I was under slight effects I was able to understand the music much better. I hadn't told Master about it but when I came out to practice my guitar playing I always put on an effects patch. That's not what they were designed for but it increased my ability to follow what the other player was doing.
But that wasn't what we were out here for right now. Right now was all about Master and I enjoying each others company and enjoying the music.
Master was obviously in the mood for romantic music today. We were making out to all of his favorite romantic songs, mostly Fleetwood Mac and Dire Straits but others as well. After about 15 minutes I decided I wanted more so I raised myself up on my knees enough to get the tip of Masters ten inch cock to my asshole. He was already covered in precum so I slowly lowered myself down over top of him. I eased my way down until I was sitting on his thighs.
I slowly raised and lowered myself in time with the music. It was "Come A Little Bit Closer" a pre Buckingham/Nicks track that had some nice pedal steel guitar from the legendary Sneaky Pete Kleinow. Master didn't have a pedal steel guitar in his collection but I'd researched it on the internet. And with the regular flow of low level effects into me I could "see" in my mind how he was playing it. I'd really become a true devotee of Rock and Roll, especially the bands Master liked the best.
Master and I were edging along. It was almost like we were dancing as I moved seductively up and down Master's member, his paws caressing my back as I swayed in time with the music. It was so fulfilling to be one with my Master like this. I wondered if he'd be proud of me when he found how hard I'd been working on learning how to play guitar.
We continued our sensuous mating staying right on the edge for such a long time. The weird thing is I seemed to be learning the music at a subconscious level when low levels of effects were coursing through my body. But that was ready to change.
Master and I used to not be able to communicate at all. It was our big problem back when we were having all of our troubles. But now it was like I could sense what he was thinking and vice versa. It was obvious to both of us that we wanted to finish up. Master played a much more up tempo song and I started to bounce up and down much faster on his lap. He put his hands onto my hips and pulled me down onto him while thrusting up each time I was coming down on him.
I could feel the precum becoming much more potent as he got more aggressive. He gripped my shoulder in a mating bite as he started to drive his cock deep into me with short sharp thrusts as his knot rapidly filled with blood. Soon we were locked in love, his potent semen claiming me as his personal property. It was hard to believe there had ever been a time when I'd resisted this bliss.
And that was the last thing I remembered before waking up in my own bed much later after his knot had come down.
There were only low levels of effects coursing through my body now and I thought about all the things I'd heard from the other ferals who had Masters that didn't have effects levels that my Master had. They had become much more creative while in this state. It had given me an idea that I'd tried out as soon as the Shep scientists had come up with the effects patch when David had his withdrawal issues during our first trip to Rose River Farm. When I wore the patch I could learn much more easily, especially in things that needed creativity.
One of the other things I learned from my Master was that the food that the Sheps now grew here on Earth had been bio-engineered to have high levels of Docosahexaenoic acid or DHA. It is an omega-3 fatty acid that is a primary structural component of the human brain, and is one of the things that account for the Sheps high levels of intelligence.
The vegetation on Eden where they came from had astronomic levels of DHA. They theorize that having high levels of DHA in their mothers systems made many more neural pathways in their brains that made them much more capable of learning. They had genetically altered all of our crops here on Earth with the gene for DHA. It was one of the reasons that they hadn't brought their wives with them until this year. They needed stable crops of high DHA foods before they started breeding families.
It wasn't likely that us adult humans would change too much if we ate high DHA food but there could be an increase of IQ as much as 10 to 30 Stanford Binet units. I only know this because Master explained it to me. But it did seem my learning ability was improving some even in the short time I'd been eating their food.
These days I tried to head out to our Rock and Roll retreat after lunch on days that we weren't at Rose River. I would put on a fresh patch right before lunch so the effect levels would make me at my most creative when I got out to the "Studio" as I now thought of it. I would take down one of the guitars and then play a video of the artist who had owned the guitar and do my best to play along. It wasn't long before I was able to duplicate what they were playing note for note.
For a while I was satisfied to duplicate what they played, but soon I was adding flourishes of my own and developing my own style. Some of the videos that Mark and Lindsey put out where they demonstrated their finger picking style were very instructive. It was funny that they were Master's two favorite artists and they had the exact same style although they sounded nothing alike.
I would usually practice for an hour while the pups were in class and Master was in his afternoon meeting. But usually after I left while the effects were still coursing through my veins I would have ideas for my own songs. I'd bought some pocket notebooks so I could write down lyrics. Soon I had a couple dozen songs in my repertoire.
I found out that the equipment in the Studio had more than just the ability to play music, it also had equipment to record. I'd found this out from one of the students in our first class. Caelan was an engineer and when I found out about this I got to talking to him. One afternoon after swearing him to secrecy I sneaked him into the Studio while Master was at a meeting.
He'd found a trunk that had recording equipment in it. In no time flat he showed me how to set it up and record with it. There were ways to cancel out the guitar parts from the music and let me play in place of it while the rest of the instruments played the song. I was also able to cancel out the vocals.
Soon I was making my own recordings that had me playing guitar and singing to old standards. From there it wasn't a stretch to record some of my own songs. They were just guitar and vocals but I thought they weren't bad. But maybe that was just wishful thinking.
After lunch on the Tuesday of our third week of classes David followed me over to the Studio to see how much progress I was making. The pups were all at Rose River. Our Masters could afford it and the pups really loved spending a couple of days there. There are advantages to being born to privilege. Fortunately it didn't seem that any of it went to their heads. Arnold and Fenrir were the two top Shep pups here on Earth but that was because of genetics not due to the fact that their fathers were the leaders.
But with our Masters tied up at meetings in the afternoon and the Pups away fishing, David and I usually spent time together on Tuesday afternoon. I'd slipped a fresh patch on right after class, the effects would be at full strength when we got to the studio. As soon as lunch was over we hopped on our bikes and pedaled over to our house. I unlocked the studio and didn't bother to lock it. There was no one home other than Mom and she wouldn't come out to check on the shed. Even if she thought that Master was up to something out there she would rather not know about it. Too bad human females aren't more like that.
But anyway we went in. Over the last week I'd really been on an electric folk rock kick. I'd become captivated by the Byrds and by Roger McGuinn. The first thing that comes to mind when anyone thinks of the Byrds is that unmistakable Rickenbacker 12-string guitar that Roger plays so peerlessly. Fortunately it was one of the ones in the collection.
I put the strap around my neck and decided I would take advantage of the things Caelan had showed me. I picked Turn, Turn, Turn which had the lead guitar and lead vocals filtered out of it. David sat in the overstuffed recliner and listened as I started my fuzz jangled intro to the classic song. I'm sure that David had never heard it, Woden wasn't near the music aficionado that my Master was. But I could see he was really enjoying it. After the first verse I could see a light come on in his eyes. The lyrics were something all of us from the tribe had been steeped in.
As soon as I finished he piped up, "That's the first eight verses of the third chapter of the biblical Book of Ecclesiastes." He said.
"Yeah it was turned into a song by Peter Seeger, but it was covered by a band called the Byrds. The lead singer/lead guitar player was a guy called Roger McGuinn who pioneered the twelve string guitar in rock and roll. I'll play another one." I replied eagerly.
I queued up My Back Pages and launched into it with. I finished my set of Byrds with Mr. Tambourine Man. To my surprise David seemed to hang on my every note, just like I'd hung on every note of the great players that Master and I'd listened. I remembered how I was amazed that they could captivate an audience and it seemed I was doing the same. Even if it was only an audience of one.
"Wow! That was great. I though you were doing good last time I heard you, but you're way better than that now. How did you learn this so fast." He asked.
I got a little shit eating grin on my face and rolled up my right sleeve. There was a patch on the side of my bicep. "This is my secret. Like the other members of the tribe told us at the reunion, low level effects help make us more creative. Sort of like some of the shamans who took peyote to achieve altered states of consciousness. Effects just makes you so much more creative. When I wear a patch I can more easily visualize what the players are doing to make certain sounds. And it seems I can concentrate so much stronger on what I'm doing. Maybe that's why during the times of the best music drugs were so popular. But we get to do it without dangerous drugs..."
"I've experienced it just a little over the last couple of days. Master's effects have been really weak for him since he's been so preoccupied with this reproductive mess. They aren't strong enough to knock me out and I've started to understand how it feels. So the patches give you the same experience?"
"Yeah. Even if I just want to think something through from a clearer perspective I put one on. I have a whole crate of them since they made enough to fucking last us forever." I said grinning.
Then I changed guitars and went into a rousing rendition of Springsteen's Thunder Road. After a few more covers I turned off everything except my Guitar and the microphone so I could do some of my original stuff,
"All the stuff I've played so far has been written by other artists. These are the ones that I've written myself so if they aren't quite as good I hope you'll understand why..." I said as I picked up the National Style O.
I played a series of three songs I'd written about my love for my Master. But I imagine that they would be something anyone could feel about someone that they loved deeply. To my surprise before the last one was over David had tears in his eyes.
"Well what did you think?" I asked as I finished the third song with a flourish.
"Beau you have to play that for Loki. He's gonna be so proud of you. I'm proud of you, and the songs aren't even about me. You're really good at this."
"I'm not quite sure I'm ready yet..." I said. What I didn't want to admit to others or even to myself was that I was afraid. The thought of disappointing my Master was driving me to work so hard but it also scared the shit out of me.
He came over and hugged me. It's funny for most of our lives I'd hated him, although I can't say that he'd ever returned the sentiment. Now the only ones closer to me were Fenrir and of course my Master. And as much as I loved my Master sometimes it was good to have some human interaction. Fortunately Master had no problem when we fooled around together. He didn't consider David any threat to his position in my life and with good reason. But he fooled around with other Sheps and that didn't change our relationship either.
To my surprise David dropped to his knees in front of me, it was usually the other way around. He looked up at me and winked. "This is your reward for doing so well." He said.
"So I guess I've got my first groupie now." I said with a chuckle.
"What the fuck is a groupie?" He asked quizzically.
"Back when Rock and Roll was in it's hey day, Rock Stars were sex magnets. Women would throw themselves at them. I'm sure gay men did too." I explained.
"Okay I can be your first groupie." He said as he removed my shorts. My little four inch boner popped out.
"I guess that if I ever get to be famous I'll have to put a pair of socks in my shorts." I said.
"Why?" David asked. He was so naïve, but so was I before I started to study rock and roll.
"So the groupies will think I've got a big dick. That was a real common practice to make everyone think that they were well endowed. Now just shut up and swallow groupie." I said teasingly as I pulled his head toward my crotch.
I was probably one of the easiest blow jobs there was. I was only four inches and had a relatively quick trigger although I recovered pretty quickly and could last a little longer the second time around. Soon David's practiced mouth was engulfing my entire cock. He bobbed up and down as I fantasized about being a Rock Star. I put my hands on the back of his head and started thrusting into my friend's eager mouth. It was great that we'd gotten past who was better, it was good just to be friends that cared about each other. But that didn't change the fact that I was really getting off on seeing him down on his knees "worshiping" me. I pulled him toward me and thrust one last time as I dumped my load in his mouth. And he swallowed like any self-respecting groupie would.
He got up and stood facing me. It was always fun to go out of character and be the "top" but deep inside I was a bottom and in front of me was my favorite human top. He was only sixteen but he was so fucking sexy. He was leaning against me and I could feel his throbbing erection against my abs. But that's not where I wanted it. My asshole was twitching already.
But he had other ideas first. He bent at the knees until our cocks were at the same level. Then he put them head to head and slid his foreskin over mine too. He was perfect for this since he had a longer than average foreskin. Then he pushed forward until the heads of our dicks were side by side instead of tip to tip.
Sharing someone's foreskin was always a fun variation. All the sensitive nerve endings were concentrated in that area. It was criminal that circumcision had become the norm in the United States in the second half of the twentieth century. So for dubious hygiene reasons, they remove a large portion of this nerve dense tissue. What's worse is that the normally sensitive head on the dick dries out and becomes callous causing it to lose most it it's sensitivity. Master explained this to me when I asked about why the Collective circumcised the CBHs. The telling thing is that NONE of the Illuminati were circumcised and neither were the Overseers.
That said it felt amazing for both of us. I imagine even more so for David since the heads of our cocks were stimulating the inside of his foreskin in addition to my cock and his foreskin stimulating his glans. He stared into my eyes as he sensuously rolled my glans around and around inside his prepuce.
But that wasn't the way we wanted to finish up. David pulled away from me and bent down to kiss me. He was the lead but he didn't dominate my mouth like Loki did. That wasn't possible, a human tongue couldn't take control like a much longer broader canine tongue. We hugged each other and to my surprise David stood up lifting me off of the ground. I got the idea immediately.
I was so much shorter and I wrapped my legs around his waist, my boner tight against the top of his abs. Of course this left my exposed pucker right where he could poke at it with his seven inch erection. I could have made it easier by reaching down and guiding it in but we tried to get it in hands free. He thrust where he thought the hole was and I repositioned myself to give him a better shot. After a few attempts we both giggled and then finally he found the mark and I allowed myself to slip down onto his erection.
He started to pop up and down by flexing his calves. Of course my little boner was rubbing up and down his six pack. It was hot. An advantage to getting fucked by a Shep was the effects, but the advantage to being fucked by a human was that they didn't have effects. You had complete awareness of what was going on which was a great change of pace. No chemicals were heightening your awareness, only the manual stimulation of an erection running over your prostate.
We couldn't last too long in this position so David quickened the pace. Then he brought his lips to mine and to my surprise he started fucking my mouth with his tongue in time to his fucking my ass with his dick.
David was a great top, he always seemed to be able to time his cumming with when his bottom got off so he didn't leave you high and dry. Well he left me dry because I started cumming again, my stick load squirting out between our chests. Of course my sphincter clenched in time to my cumming and that was the final straw. David grunted in my mouth around his tongue as he filled my willing body with his alpha essence.
He then sat down on the chair as we rode out the rest of our orgasms, panting to catch our breath. It took us a couple of minutes to recover as Wild Horses by the Rolling Stones played in the background. We disentangled and used some pup wipes that Loki kept out here to clean ourselves up.
As we got dressed David said, "Well I need to get going."
"I see. You're one of those love em and leave em kind of guys." I said with a wink and a grin.
"Yeah that's me. Just a heartbreaker." He said and laughed. "I'll see you at class tomorrow."
"Yeah. Are you enjoying the school as much as I am?" I asked.
"Of course. It's fun to teach about fishing to begin with, but to have Sheps hanging on your every word, that's about as big a stroke as your ego can get."
'Yeah it's like ego masturbation." I joked.
"An Egasm." David replied with a chuckle.
"And to think we get paid to do it." I added as David got onto his bike and pedaled away.
The next day was the Wednesday of our third week of class. The our pups and Woden's pups had gone to Rose River on Tuesday morning and were scheduled to leave there at noon. I didn't think too much of it. Master and I had eaten at Woden's house because he had a meeting right after lunch. When lunch was over I got James to give me a ride home. It was one thirty when I got home I headed right out to the Studio.
I got out the National Style O guitar that Mark Knopfler played with such great results. It was really good for more introspective songs. I slung it over my neck and started to play. I warmed up with Romeo and Juliet, an old Dire Straits song, just to get my fingers limbered up. I was really getting into it when in the back of my mind I heard a noise. I didn't pay too much attention to it because I was so wrapped up in playing.
I finished that song and was soon into one of the songs I was working on. I made a few revisions of the guitar chords and vocals then at the end ad-libbed another verse that I'd just made up on the spot. I was just getting ready to start another song when I was startled by a voice.
"WOW! Beau that was really good." I turned to look and saw Fenrir clapping his paws.
"What are you doing here?" I asked in shock.
"I saw the Limo pull up and notice that instead of coming into the house you came out to this building. I'd asked Daddy what was out here and he told me it was just a storage building. It looks like it's a lot more than that." He said with a wry grin. "So anyway I came out here to talk to you. But I never expected this. You're really good."
"You can't tell anyone about this. I want to learn how to play better before I show Master." I said.
"I think you're good enough to show him right now. I know Daddy likes this kind of music. He's let me listen to his music selection. You're as good as those guys."
"Oh I'm not that good..." I said taken aback a bit.
"Bullshit Beau. You always underestimate yourself. Daddy would be really impressed. I never heard that second song on his play list though."
"It's one I wrote myself. It needs a lot of work." I said dismissively.
"REALLY?" He said in surprise. "It's really good."
"You think so?"
"Hell yeah! Do you have any other original songs?"
"Yeah. I have a few..." I said uncertainly.
"Play some more of them." He begged.
It really stroked my ego to hear this and I launched into another of the love songs I'd written. When I got done I got another round of applause. Then I exchanged the National Style O for the Strat that had belonged to Jimi Hendrix. I played him my most kick ass rock song that I'd written which was quite a contrast to the romantic ballad I'd just played. I guess the best comparison I could make to it would be that it was in the old "Who" style. I think the vocal even sounded a bit like Roger.
"Man that's awesome!" He said when I finished, which spurred me on to another hard rocker. Before I realized it I'd gone through my best dozen songs. By then I was a bit tired and my fingers were sore so I needed to take a break.
"When are you gonna let Daddy hear them?" He asked.
"I hadn't thought about that yet. I think I need to get much better before I subject him to my music." I said a little self-deprecatingly.
"He'll love it Beau. They're already good enough to show them off." He said. "Daddy is so lucky to have you. I can't wait until I get out of Military College so I can go on a hunt for my own feral."
"You'll be a great master when the time comes." I said.
"It's funny how we're saying this after how bad things started out between us." He chucked.
"Don't let anyone know anything about this. I want it to be a surprise." I said.
"Don't worry. Your secret is safe with me." He promised.
We headed up to the house as he told me how their fishing trip had gone. I couldn't believe how great my life was now. I had a family that enjoyed my company. I had my own business that I enjoyed and didn't take up too much of my time. I had a really great friend. I had a Master that I loved more than life itself. And I had a secret that hopefully would please my Master. How could life possibly be better than this.
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