Ties That Bind

DISCLAIMER: WARNING!! This is a work of homoerotic fiction written by an adult for the purpose of entertainment for other adults. If you are not eighteen year of age or you have any problem with this type of literature then this is a warning to read no further. The author will not be held responsible for any reason if you do.

(Codes: M/M BD/SM Master/slave WS Anal Oral)

Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com

===================================================== THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf

CHAPTER 11 ~ Tumbleweeds

Part I ~ His Master's Voice

We finished lunch, I cleared the table and put everything away. I returned to the breakfast nook and Master Jeb had a legal pad in front of him filled with notes.

"Let's talk about some things. There are several people out there who are genuinely concerned for your future, young man. So are we, but it's nice to see you've aroused such passion in a number of people. It says something about your influence on others and their devotion to you. You're doing something right." Master Jeb chuckled.

"I think you're just being yourself which is why these friends are concerned. I've never had a man begin slave training with so many people looking over our shoulders. We damn well better get it right the first time." We all laughed.

"Beau, Master Earl would like for you to continue working after training. I take it you've discussed it with him and agree."

"Yes, Master."

"That's fine, I think it would be good, at least for the beginning of your new life. Later, your owner may want you to quit work. If he does, I know Earl well enough he would consider your input. However, I don't want you to work during your training period and that will be a minimum of three months. I talked with Sam earlier today and he's managed to get you four months leave of absence from the owners of the shop. Sam's a smart man. He asked for six months then settled for four when we probably could have done with three. You haven't taken a vacation since you've been there, right Beau?"

"No, Sir, I haven't."

"Jake's agreed to remain as foreman with an increase in salary equal to his new position but they'll hold the foreman position for you. They must think a lot of you, Son, to go along with Sam's proposal. With four months it will give us a cushion of a couple of weeks if we run a little longer than planned. With only one person to train and Jim to help I don't anticipate any run overs; but shit happens. Any questions so far?"

"Does Beau have to give up his bike since he may eventually need it for transportation?" Master Jim asked.

"No, but there's a psychological component for a slave not to have any means of transportation available during training. It's to discourage thoughts of 'panic flight' in case they get it in their minds to run. Once they've committed to a training contract there's no backing out. I don't anticipate any problem with Beau but I've had slaves attempt escape in the past. They're always found and brought back.

Once they've been conditioned, they never tried again. They were quite willing to assume their new lives as a slave. We may either lock up his bike here, he may be able to leave it at work, or perhaps Earl might store it at his place. I'll talk with Sam about storing it. He may have some ideas. Anyway, we have two more weeks to work that out. Beau, how are you coming with your personal belongings?"

"No problem, I'll be ready by the first. I've given notice to my landlord. I'll be out on the thirty-first. Would you ask Sam for me if he wants me to announce Monday morning that I'm giving two weeks notice or will he just take care of it?" Master Jeb made a note.

"Good point, I'll ask." We hashed through a lot of other minor stuff and then Master Jeb threw his pen on his pad as if we were finished.

"There's one other thing we have to discuss. I wanted both of you here because neither of you know what I'm about to tell you. Jim has known for sometime that I have a heart problem brought on by some jungle fungus rot in Nam. It attacks the sack the heart is in and eventually kills a person. They don't know how to completely cure it but they can stall it. It's gotten worse in the last month and I'm not going to be able to do some of the physical things of training like I use to. I'm asking if I can count on you Jim to take a little larger role in helping train Beau than originally discussed?"

"Sure Bro, you know you can count on me. I'll cart his ass off to the gym three time a week as planned plus anything else you may need me for. I need to get back into working out myself."

"I really shouldn't be over exerting myself but I'm going to have one last good fuck this afternoon at four. If I get too tired I know I can count on Beau to help me out. Then the two of you can have the dungeon for the rest of the evening if you like."

"We talked about taking a short bike trip to the high desert to Beryl's place tomorrow morning if it's all right with you?" Master Jim asked.

"Why don't you guys go this evening and stay the night. Then you can have the cool of the morning to teach Beau how a Harley Master fucks his slave while riding buddy on his bike." How did the old man know what we were gonna' do? Jim just roared with laughter.

"Hey, now, wait a minute! Beau, help me out here, who's idea was it to ride over a bumpy road together on the Harley?" I sheepishly held up my hand and grinned at Master Jeb. I thought the old man was going to have a coronary he was laughing so hard.

"All right!" he said "Beau can you be ready for fucking by three?"

"I can be ready in thirty minutes, Master, just give me the word and my ass is yours"

"It's one-thirty now. Be in the dungeon by two-thirty, we'll get you in the sling, Jim can get ready while you serve me, and you can ride to the desert freshly fucked and plugged. How's that sound." I just stood up with my dick sticking straight up. Both men laughed again at my feigned embarrassment.

"Do you want me in leathers or nude, Master?"

"Your leather pants with the cod piece and the snap out ass cover will be fine. Your boots and vest. That way you won't have to get dressed twice. I'll give you a present to wear up there and we'll plug you nice and tight to make sure you hold it. With all that vibrating from the hog you should have it absorbed by the time you get there and be ready to rape old Babe here." He laughed again. "Okay, you have your orders, slave. I'll see you in an hour. Jim, would you care to watch?"

"No, thanks, Bro, I'll be getting the bike ready. I have to shower and put on my leathers. Thanks for the invite, though." I followed Big Jim upstairs to shower and clean out. He said to holler at him when I was about through and he'd come scrub my back. I laughed to myself with wicked thoughts. The giant was faithful to his word; although, he was a bit randy thinking about riding out to the desert with me. I scrubbed his back and got out to dry so I could dress. He was pleased that Jeb wanted to use me and urged me to spend the time needed to pleasure him. We were in no hurry. We weren't on a schedule.

I hadn't been fucked by Master Jeb since our first encounter but I had fantasized about it. I wanted to show him what I'd learned about pleasuring a man and make him feel the best I could. I pulled on my leathers and asked Master Jim for inspection.

"This vest okay without a T-shirt Master?"

"Does it for me slave. I don't know if I'll be able to wait 'til we get to the desert." He didn't have his leathers on yet and the Babe was sticking straight out. "Let me see how that ass cover works."

"Oh, no, Master, I don't want to disobey but you know how we are. This ass is reserved for Master Jeb right now." He rolled back on the bed laughing

"Good thinking, slave. Yeah, I'd be sniffin' 'round there like a hound dog what's got the hornies. I'd be tempted to stick my tongue up your clean little ass and the next thing you know Babe would be screaming to replace my tongue. Well, you're right, Little Beaver. Oh, by the way, Kid, the ride you gave my old cayuse last night, you deserve to be Red Ryder's sidekick."

"You can see my ass patch if you'll re-plug my ass for me, Master." I handed him the plug. He bent me over his big knees and undid the snaps on my patch and sat it on the bed next to him. I felt him place the point of the plug at my little rosebud and gently pressed it open as I pushed back to meet it. He corkscrewed it several times as I pushed back hard one last time and it popped in. Master Jim pressed in with his fingers and I pushed up and back until it snapped into place. He cleaned around the plug with his towel and grabbed my patch. He started to replace it but first bent over and kissed my plug right square in the middle of it. I felt his kiss and humped the plug for his benefit. He snapped the cover back. Then with his huge hand slapped my ass one time hard.

"That's for teasing the old blue ox, slave." I looked at him with a big smile and hugged him.

"Thank you Master, I deserved that." He laughed.

I left Master Jim, felt my asshole begin to twitch and knew my juices were starting to flow in anticipation of Master Jeb's thick shaft up my butt. I almost went week in the knees going down the dungeon stairs thinking how different it was gonna' feel when he took me hard this time as opposed to the first time when it hurt so bad. I had a feeling he was gonna' test me to see if I'd progressed. I got to the bottom of the stairs and knocked on dungeon door.

"Come in, slave." Came a booming voice. I entered and across the dungeon stood this handsome, drop dead, good looking leather God. I just stood there for a moment, frozen, not wanting to move.

"Forgive me, Master! Please give your humble slave a moment to appreciate this and I'll be at you feet where I belong."

"Like what you see, slave?"

"No, oh, no, Master. Your slave loves what he sees." Then I ran to him, knelt in front of him and began to clean his boots. He made no effort to hurry me. He allowed me to take all the time I wanted until I was sure that my tongue could do no better.

"Thank you, Master, for allowing your slave to clean your boots. I'll do them again if you're not pleased, Master. Or beat my ass first, Master, to insure I do a better job. I want to please you, Master."

"You did a decent cleaning job, slave. You'll learn to do better, I promise. I'm quite pleased for a first attempt. You may even get fucked extra hard this afternoon in appreciation."

"You don't know how much I've been hoping for you to fuck your slave. If my Master feels it would tire him please consider lying back while your worthless slave does the work to pleasure him. It would be an honor, Master. I remember the last time you gave me the honor of riding your stallion."

"I'm going to let you, slave, but for right now I want to put you in the sling. Continue kneeling there and I'll get some restraints from the shelves." He walked to the shelves and returned with ankle restraints and wrist restraints.

"Put these on your boots slave." He handed me the ankle restraints and I buckled them tight. Then hooked a slip hook in the 'D' ring on the sides. I held my wrists up for him to attach the wrist restraints. He clipped short chains to my slave collar.

"Remove my cod piece using only your mouth, slave. Remember when a Master ask you to remove anything, unless told otherwise, you will only use your mouth."

"May I make love to it first, Sir?"

"You're a jump ahead of me, slave, you will never remove a piece of your Master's leathers without first making the required amount of love to it."

I started to lick and kiss his cod piece feeling his huge cock outlined underneath. I could feel my ass was dripping into my snap off leather piece that covered my ass hole. I kept cleaning, licking and kissing until I thought he was going to pop out of his cod piece. The fat head was just appearing at the top and I managed to welcome it out from it's leather prison with a kiss and a good lick into the piss slit.

"You may remove it now, slave. It seems to have developed a mind of it's own. I think it sniffs ripe slave butt and is eager to get some." I quickly slipped my tongue under one of the corner snaps, grabbed it with my teeth and pulled it all the way off. Master Jeb's huge, thick cock flopped in my face. I didn't pull back. I let it lay across my face and slowly began to lick it from underneath. I never allowed it to flop down onto his leathers. I managed to hold it in my mouth, kiss it and clean it with out letting it go, my hands behind my back the whole the time.

Master Jeb finally grabbed it and held it up and back for me to service his big balls. I kissed each of them and gently teased each one chasing it around in it's sack. Damn he smelled good with his strong masculine scent. He held his stiffening cock in one hand and ordered me to kiss the head because it was time to get it into me. I kissed it gently and lovingly which only made my ass run more.

"Into the sling, slave." Master Jeb ordered. I raised myself into the sling and placed my boots in the 'Y' of the chains. He hooked my ankles to the chain then hooked my wrists above my head in the chains. My Master clipped the chains attached to the chains on either side of my collar to 'D' rings on either side of the sling. He moved to the front of the sling and ordered me to move my ass a little further down in the sling. I could tell he was adjusting my ass to the angle of his cock. Just a little more and I was where he wanted me. He unsnapped my ass cover and laughed as he pulled it away dripping.

"I think you're ready to be fucked, slave. Your ass must know it's about to get a mouthful it can really chow down on?"

"Yes, Sir, Master, and it's hungry for it, too." He grabbed a towel and popped my plug out quickly and set it aside.

"You think your hungry man hole would like my big piece of meat fed to it all at once, slave?"

"It's pretty damn hungry, Master, I know I'd appreciate it if you'd fill it as hard and fast as you can. It would go a long way to satisfying that deep gnawing hunger, to feel it's Master in there. It really needs it's Master in there, Sir. Please Master, fill it up hard! It's so starved for some good hot Master cock. If it would please you, Sir, your slave's ass belongs to you and is so Goddamn hungry for your dick."

I could tell he wanted me to beg him some more as he positioned the big mushroom head at my rosebud and reached up to my belt around my leather pants and grabbed hold of it with both hands. I knew he was getting ready to mount me. He kept looking me directly in the eyes as if to let me know I would know when he was going to take me but for me to keep telling him how much my hole needed him. I needed to hear myself beg him. I was getting as much out of begging him for it as he was. I wanted him to know how much I needed him to use me.

"Master your slave feels you right there at your slave's hole with that big piece of horse cock. Please feed my ass, Master. Your slave begs you, don't make that hungry ass wait much longer, Master. It's starving for your dick, Sir. God, Master, please!" He took me hard and swift, I rolled my head from side to side and yelled at the top of my voice.

"Oh, Goddamn, it's big, you're filling me, Master. God, it's good to have you in there, Master. Thank you, Master. Thank you. Welcome home, Master. You've been away too long. Oh shit, Master, your slave doesn't deserve to feel that good. Oh, Master Jeb. Thank you! You fed my ass so damn good. Thank you, Sir! Oh Master if that sets the tone for the whole fuck I don't know if I deserve to be taken any further. It's too damn good." I started sucking on it with my ass. "Please give me the rest, Master, my ass needs it." He rammed the last four inches in and it took my breath away.

"Oh, God, Master, that filled me up." I raised my ass a little off his huge cock and slammed it back to the base.

"No tears, slave? Master's horse didn't hurt you this time? I must've popped your cherry good last time?"

"Of course it hurt me, Master, are you kidding? It hurt me so Goddamn good I almost shot my load. Oh, hell, yes, you popped my cherry good the first time. You took it hard and good, the way a slave's cherry should be taken. Made me cry it hurt so bad but you soothed me, promised you'd make the pain go away and you did. Something as wonderful as that and the man who thought enough of me to take it, I will love 'till the day I die. Your cock will always hurt when you take me, I expect it to, I want it to, but I don't fear it anymore. I need it to hurt. It hurt's me so damn good it reminds me of the Master I'm here to serve and to give him the best fuck I can. I wouldn't want you to take me any other way. I won't allow any man to take me unless it's the way you trained me to be taken, Master. You knew I'd come around didn't you? In fact, it hurt so good, I wish it could happen all over again and I could feel you filling me once more."

"Wish granted!" He pulled all the way out, positioned it again, looked me in the eye and I just mouthed the words, 'Please, all of it.' to him without sound. He slammed it in harder this time to the base and held it as I was silent. I didn't have to say anything, he knew I was in ecstacy.

"Please, Master, please consider just once more. God, that feels so damn good."

"Are you sure you won't shoot? 'Cause I don't want you to come with me. I want you to save it for Jim, you understand?"

"I'll do my best, Sir but, it's gonna' be damn hard not too."

"Well, let's feed that little butt one more time. Be careful what you beg your Master for 'cause he just may give it to you." He pulled it out and repositioned it one more time. Looked me in the eye. This time I spoke in a demanding voice.

"Please, Master, feed your worthless slave boy's hole really hard!" My plea must have been heart felt. I didn't have to ask a second time. Did he take my ass hard? Holy Shit! He slammed it into me so hard I thought my eye balls would never stop spinning. Woah Damn, I had never had that big a piece of man-meat slammed into my ass that fast and hard. It was exactly what I begged for, it was what my ass needed. My Master granted my request, and I loved every spasm. I was afraid he would think me perverted if I ask for another.

"Forgive your slave for being bold Master. It's so good to have you in me I lost my manners altogether. Please forgive me. I don't deserve to be fucked by such a good Master. It's your hole, Master, and I forgot for a moment. Please take it and make yourself at home in you slave's ass. I'm myself again and will work my slave ass to make your horse feel as good as I can make it, Sir. I'll give it the best ride I can, Master."

"There, there, I'll be the judge of who's worthy to be fucked this afternoon and so far you've impressed the shit out a' me, slave. You're coming along, slave-boy. I think I could have just started in fucking you on first entry and you would have been fine." He took a good long stroke up my butt.

"Oh, shit, Master, that feels so good. Fuck me Master, please."

"Your learning to be pretty verbal about your fucking, Son. That's a plus. Most Masters appreciate you letting them know they're doing a good job and making their slaves ass feel like a million bucks."

"Fuck a million, Master, try ten million and you might be close." He chuckled.

"That good, huh, slave boy?"

"Damn straight, Master, every penny."

He leaned in close over me. "Swap a little spit with me slave while your old man pumps your butt." He began to kiss me and I opened to him. He kissed me passionately but gently as he began a good slow deep fucking. I made damn sure my hole was right there to meet every hard deep thrust. He kept kissing me. I felt like his soul was melting into mine and our bodies were becoming one. We were working together for his pleasure and my pleasure was the effort I was putting in to insure his pleasure. It was almost a holy experience. I was working with him and he was working me for him. It almost didn't matter who was doing the fucking or who was getting fucked. I began to feel myself as him, his big shaft fucking my little slave's hard working ass and could feel each stroke going deeper and deeper into my body.

Then, I didn't want to be him, I wanted to be the slave under him having his ass-pussy filled, then filled again. God, he became so easy to work with. I was learning his fucking moves so I could meet each one with the best my ass had to offer. He continued to kiss me deeply and I didn't want him to stop. He felt it, too. He kissed me harder as he increased his rhythm. I was urging him on with my mouth and ass response. I was right there meeting every thrust. Master Jeb knew how to fuck a slave and get the best out of him.

Master Earl taught me well, I was so damn proud and just a little cocky. I knew I was giving him a damn good fuck but I wanted more. He stopped kissing me and raised up, whispered, keeping the same good hard swift rhythm.

"You've ... learned ... some... new... things... since... I ... last had a piece of your ass... slave.... and I'm impressed. You... haven't missed a stroke. It's no longer an untrained bad-ass butch bottom's butt I'm fucking, it's becoming a well trained, useful, man-slave's ass. I think you're gonna... get me off.... here in the sling and then we'll move to the bed so you can ride my horse for a little while. I know you want to ride me for a while."

"Oh, God, yes, Master, but please don't rush. I haven't had your good Master cock in me for a while and if you're enjoying my ass please take a lot more before you let me have your seed. I need some more of your good Master fucking. I don't want to ask too much if you're getting tired. Master you're fucking me so damn good. I need your fucking. I know a slave shouldn't say he needs anything because it should be what you need."

"Don't be too hard on yourself. Remember, maybe it's good for your Master to hear how much you need him. If you didn't need him you wouldn't be a slave. If you convince a Master you need him, like you've convinced me, then you're gonna' get fucked better and longer than you might otherwise. If you truly need it, I don't think it's wrong to express it to your Master. I'm going to enjoy your little ass for a good while longer. See? You get your wish."

"Oh, thank you, Master, thank you. Fuck your slave's ass good, Master. I can't thank you enough, Master, it feels so damn good."

Master Jeb was in full fuck mode now. I was getting fucked hard and strong by one hell of a man. A Master's Master. A man that enjoyed ass fucking. Enjoyed riding a slave's ass until he took all he wanted. He would not be denied a good fuck from any slave. When any slave was being ridden by Master Jeb he knew he was being fucked by 'the Master.' He was a commanding fuck. He didn't seem to be over exerting, he felt strong as he leaned forward to pick up his speed and length of stroke. Son of a bitch, I was getting fucked like a man should fuck another man. I was beginning to build to climax and tried like hell to think of something else; anything else. My old cock was rubbing in the leather cod piece on my leather pants and was feeling too damn fine.

"Master, Master, that's feeling too damn good. Master, help your slave, please Master, help me not come, please."

"Can't... slave!!... I'm!... too! ... damn!... near!... myself!...., Goddamn, you're gonna' get my load, slave.!! Holy Shit!! Your old Master is filling your little pussy, slave! Feel that slave? I clamped my ass down on his dick, tried and tried but damn I couldn't hold it. He relentless pounding of my ass started my sphincter spasming around his shaft as I felt my flow of come fill my cod piece. He felt it, fucked me harder and shot again deep in my ass. My ass was still spasming as he leaned forward, kissed me gently and whispered, "I'll forgive you this time slave. You did a damn fine job of giving me the best fuck I can remember. I've fucked seasoned slaves that couldn't give me the fuck you just did."

"I'm sorry Master. Please beat me then I'll learn. I am so sorry I disobeyed. There's no excuse for my disobedience. Please, consider punishing me, Master."

"If I thought you needed to save it for Jim, I would, or if I thought punishment would serve a purpose in this instance I surely would; however, I can see you're going to be special case and will temper punishment accordingly. You'll receive punishment from me during training. Whether you need it or not. You need to understand punishment and to learn that most of the time it's for your benefit that you'll be punished. Sometime, you'll be punished because a Master feels you need to be whether you've been bad or not. Then you're punishment is for his benefit. You're never to question why. You may or may not understand why later, but it's not necessary that you do. It's not important to you as his slave. You will learn to accept his punishment with dignity. As long as your Master feels he must administer punishment, you will accept it graciously. After he's finished, you will thank him for the punishment on your knees and kiss his boots. He will give you the back of his hand, you kiss it and hold it to your forehead until he gives you further instructions. You will learn to control your orgasms."

"Maybe if you punished me it would help, Master."

"I told you to be careful what you ask your Master to consider. All right! I will administer punishment, slave" He withdrew his cock and unhooked me from the sling. I fell to my knees.

"Please Master, may I clean you?"

"Good, slave, of course you may. Clean me good." I licked and cleaned his big cock, sucked it and even cleaned his big balls.

"Does Master need to empty into his slave?"

"I think I have a little for you, slave, hook on to me." I had that big piece of meat down my throat in a second and kept swallowing more. I knew it was far enough but I wanted more. I wanted to see if I could feel his flow hitting my stomach. I took more and reached behind him to feel the soft leather on his ass and pulled him down me further. He watched in fascination and encouraged me gently. "Come on, slave, you've only got four more inches to go. You don't want that other hole taking more than your head pussy can, now do you?" I pulled on his butt and he took a half step forward to apply a little more pressure on my throat. It's what I needed. I saw and felt it slipping down my throat and my lips were approaching his pubes. I was an inch from them and nothing was gonna' stop me from kissing them. He gently urged me on.

"You want your old man to feed you the rest, slave?" I gently shook my head affirmative. He placed his big hand behind my head. I relaxed my throat. Slowly, steadily, and forcefully he pulled me toward his pubes. He didn't stop until my lips were pressed tightly against them.

"Now kiss my pubes, slave. I know you can. Make your Master feel welcome before you let him know you're ready to receive him." I pursed my lips around his huge cock as best I could and pressed it down my throat even deeper and tried to kiss his pubes as best I could.

"I feel that, slave, that's damn good. Kiss it again, one more time and your Master will be ready for you to drain him." I pushed against his pubes again and this time managed to really get my lips in tight.

"I wish I could teach every slave to do that, Son. You're doing a good job."

He patted me on the head, scratched behind my neck and ears like I was a beloved pet and I kissed his pubes one last time. I knew it was time to take him. Master Jeb felt so good filling my mouth and throat. His cock was gone. I couldn't see any of it anymore. I gently squeezed on his right ass to tell him I was ready to receive. I felt the flow down his huge dick as it vibrated against my throat muscles. It was blasting directly into my stomach. What a feeling. He didn't completely fill me as he didn't have that much. He was in no rush to pull out and I was enjoying being his toilet hanging on to his cock.

"You worked so hard to get it all I think we should leave it in for a while to see if I can give you a little more."

He pulled up a stool behind him and sat on it. He hooked the heels of his big boots on the rungs of the stool. I placed my hands on his boots and began to rub them. He sat back on the stool and pulled my head so my chin was resting on the soft leather of the stool. My Master locked his legs behind my head to lock my lips in tight against his pubes. Then I felt him let loose again and my proud belly was getting another blast of more hot Master piss.

"Okay, slave, pull off me. It's time to administer punishment for your disobedience."I reluctantly pulled off and was amazed at how much of him was down me. Damn, he felt good. He ordered me to stand at parade rest. He reached to my crotch and undid my cod piece. He lifted it off making sure none of my come dropped out. He threw me a towel to wipe myself. Then he walked over to a box, put his big boot on it, took my cod piece and with his finger scooped and forced all my come onto his boot.

"Walk over to the peg boards, slave, and choose a paddle you want me to beat your butt with as you eat your come off my boot." I walked over and picked one of the larger ones with holes in it. It looked like it could do the job. I took it to him.

"You're sure this is the one you want me to use?"

"Please, Master."

"All right slave, how many do you think you deserve for you disobedience."

"At least twenty, Sir."

"Twenty, slave?"

"Please, Sir."

"Twenty it is slave. You count 'em out and thank your Master after each."

"Yes, Sir."

"Undo your belt and lower your pants to your knees." "Yes, Sir." I lowered my pants and felt the same embarrassed rush I did as a boy when my Dad would tell me to take down my pants.

"Now, get down there and eat your come off my boot." I fell to his boot and started tasting my own come. As I began to clean his boot the first one hit my ass.

Whop! "One Sir! Thank you, Master!"

Whop! "Two Sir! Thank you, Master!"

Whop! They were getting harder! "Three Sir! Thank you, Master!" I kept trying to clean his boots and he would give me a minute and then hit my ass again.

Whop!! "Four Sir! Thank you, Master!! I gave up cleaning his boot and rapped my arms around his boot and raised my ass higher to him. We were coming up on the fifteenth hit, something snapped in me and it began to feel good. I raised my ass even higher knowing he was going to hit me harder. On the seventeenth hit I knew I was going to come on the next one.

"Master, I'm going to come. May I come on your boot?"

"Let me see it, slave!"

Whop!! I held my cock over the toe of his huge boot, came, and came again!

"Eighteen Sir! Thank you, Master! Please Sir, another Sir, hard Sir!" He swung and lifted me off my feet and I came on his boot again, getting it all out. I was home free. Only two more to go and I had come to eat off my Master's boot. I immediately put my face down and started eating.

Whop! "Nineteen Sir! Thank you, Master!" He let me go back to eating.

Whop! "Twenty Sir! Thank you, Master! One more please, Master!" I went back to eating my come.

Whop! "Twenty-one Sir! Thank you, Master! One more please, Master!"

Whop! " Twenty-two Sir! Thank you, Master! Do you think I should have any more, Sir?"

"One more, slave! Bend over my boot, raise that ass proud and high, and let's make it a good one." "Yes, Master!" Whopp!!! That was the best one and it lifted me off my feet. It hurt like a motherfucker.

"Twenty-three Sir! Thank you, Master! Thank you, Sir!" I said in a loud voice.

Master Jeb sat back on the stool and told me to bend over his knees. I did as ordered and felt his big hands rubbing and massaging my ass. Oh shit, it felt good. My ass was on fire and he was rubbing the hurt out of it. He leaned over and kissed it several times and rubbed it some more.

"Do you think you've learned your lesson, slave?"

"I've learned three lessons, Master."

"I'm almost afraid to ask but your Master needs to know."

"I've learned that there is no excuse for a slave being disobedient, Sir. Thank you for teaching me that lesson, Sir. Second, I've learned I like having you beat my ass, Sir. Third, I learned you love me, Sir, by giving me what I needed. Thank you for beating my ass, Sir. I'm sorry I came again, Master. Would you like to beat my ass again, Sir?" I asked respectfully.

Master Jeb was silent for a long minute and wouldn't look at me. Slowly he turned to look at me with a grin starting across his lips, then burst into laughter and moved to the leather covered futon and rolled on it laughing.

"I knew better than to ask. Why did I have to ask? I should have quit while I was still in control!" He continued laughing and motioned to me.

"Pull your Goddamn pants up and come over here, asshole, and lay in my arms." He tried to sound stern and mean hearted but he wasn't convincing 'cause he kept laughing as he held his big arms out to me. I knew in that moment he loved me. I made him proud and happy.

"We're here on the bed, you mount me before all the heat goes out of that little ass and you can give me a good ride." He snapped my cod piece back on my pants. He lay back and propped himself up with two leather pillows. I slathered his big cock again and got into mounting position.

"Permission to mount your horse, Sir."

"Permission granted, slave. Make it a good one." He smiled knowingly.

I reached back with both hands and pulled my ass cheeks open, poised only a moment over the huge head and slammed to the base, hard. Harder than I had on the ox. Master Jeb's eyes opened wide with surprise.

"Well done, slave! That's the way a slave should mount his Master. You're getting use to it aren't you, Son?"

"Yes, Sir, Master."

"Can you imagine being taken any other way now, slave?"

"No, Sir, I wouldn't feel like I was really gonna' get fucked by a Master."

"Exactly, Son, if a man cares enough to make you mount him right, chances are he's going to give you a first class fucking."

"How's that little ass feel, slave?"

"Good and sore, Master, better'n it's felt in a long time, Sir! It's ready to give you a great ride. I promise I won't come this time, Sir. " He laughed.

"I don't think you have any more in you, slave. Here's a new order for you to obey. If you feel you're coming, I know you'll do your best not to if ordered but if you can't hold it you won't be punished. You've taught me a lesson today, too, slave. I've only had one other slave similar to you in all these years. I put the responsibility back onto this conscientious slave. He beat himself up harder, trying to obey, than any Master ever would until he finally learned. So it is with you. You try so damn hard to be conscientious, it will eat you up if you don't learn to control it and obey your Master."

"You're exactly right, Master, but please beat my butt from time to time." He laughed again at my seriousness.

"You're going to be an unusual case. You come without touching yourself while getting fucked, you come while being punished without touching yourself, maybe we should re-adjust our thinking. It's a complement in some ways that you get turned on enough by your Master's control that you get off so easily. I'm not sure we should try to limit that. Maybe we should see it as a litmus of how good we're using you. I think I'll leave that to Earl to decide if he wants to tackle that. If he doesn't want you to come. You won't! He's hell on wheels for control."

I began to ride my Master and rode him good. I was getting better and better at riding and pleasuring a man. I got him off without a hitch. My proud reward was two big Master loads up my butt. He replaced my plug, snapped it in tight, and replace my ass cover.

"I can tell I'm going to break a lot of my own rules with you, Beau. One is, never to tell a slave he was good. A Master may compliment his slave but should always leave him with the idea that he has room for improvement. That makes a conscientious slave, such as yourself, work harder to please him the next time. However, Little Beaver, you ain't gonna' be hard to train. You're a natural, Son. Like I've told you, Boy, you have a deep, deep, need to serve and be a slave to a good man.

I don't know if I'm gonna' be able to teach you that much. Some things, yes. There ain't too damn much to improve on those two fuckings. You took punishment you set for yourself, twice as much as I would have assigned you, then you took more, without complaint. I'm damn proud of you, Son. You done good, Little Beaver. Give your old Master a kiss and be on your way." He held me and kissed me. I felt myself sinking into his soul again and held nothing back. He put his head to the side of mine and whispered, "I enjoyed using my slave this afternoon!"

"Thank you for using me, Master, I'm your slave and need to be used by you as much as you need me. Please let me serve you more until you sell me."

"I will, slave, I'll use you well. How could I help using a natural man-slave like you? You keep my come in you and don't take that plug out until your gonna' get fucked again." "I promise, Master." "Now Go! Have a good time, some new adventures, and we'll see you two sometime tomorrow afternoon late."

Master Jim was waiting for me in the kitchen having a cup of coffee. He looked so hot in his leathers. His damn cod piece left nothing to the imagination. You could see the outline of Babe and the head folded inside. I fell to my knees and kissed each of his boots. He held his hand down to me. I took it and kissed the back and put it to my forehead.

"Come here slave and show your Master love." I jumped into his arms and kissed him.

"I love you, Master."

"I love you, my slave. Now, how many loads are you wearing up that little ass?"

"Two good, heavy ones, Master."

"That's good! Did he have any problems?"

"No, Sir, he was pretty strong. He fucked me good in the sling and then I rode him 'til I got him off. I took my time to give him a lot of pleasure and I have to be honest, Master Jim, riding Master Jeb felt so damn good I took a little longer for me as well. I needed it as much as he did."

"That's good to hear. Did you save enough for me later?"

"By the time we get there and I've absorbed two Master loads you better hire a guard for Babe. He's in big trouble." Master Jim roared with laughter.

"You ready to ride off into the sunset, Little Beaver?"

"Let me grab my jacket, Master."

"It's on the bike, Son."

"Then let's go, Sir."

Part II ~ Canto del Quattro

It was my first experience riding buddy on the back of a hog. I felt like a God. It was funny to see the people in cars look at us in full leathers, Master Jim flagging his colors on a levis jacket cut away over his leather jacket, bandanna around his head. Me sitting up high on the back, my hands behind me pushing me forward, tight up against the giant's ass, my cod piece crushed against his leathered butt, thinking to myself that heaven couldn't be much better.

I wondered what the folks in the cars passing us might think if they knew less than thirty minutes ago I was riding a big dick instead of a Harley and even now had my Master's big plug up my butt. I wondered if they'd see the ironic humor of it all? Probably not. Perversion isn't something to laugh about. Stamp it out! How dare they enjoy being perverts? Enjoying life? Breeders don't enjoy life, why the hell should the perverts. Master Jim leaned back and yelled,

"That better not be what I think it is poking me in the butt slave-boy?" I started laughing and yelled back,

"Oh, God, Master, I can't help it. This thing is vibrating my plug and you're so fucking hot in those leathers I may come before we get there." Then I laughed again. "I'm sorry, Master." I kept laughing. I had a terminal case of the giggles and couldn't stop. He started laughing at me laughing.

"Just keep laughing, you won't come if you're laughing." He yelled over his shoulder.

I leaned forward and grabbed him around the waist and put my head up against his big back. He moved my right hand down to his leg where Babe was rock hard.

"Why, you dirty old man!" I yelled up to him laughing. "I suppose you want to stick that up my butt later?"

"Was sure as hell thinking 'bout it, Son."

"You won't have to ask twice, Mr. Biker, I'm an easy fuck for a Harley rider." We road along in silence for a long while. My heart was lighter than it had been in years. For the first time in my life I felt like I belonged and I owed it to three men, Master Jeb, Master Jim and Master Earl. I would have been satisfied with any or all of them for my Masters. I was truly exploring my passive side and having more fulfilling sex than ever before in my life.

All that come being absorbed into my system was making me into a randy mother fucker. There wasn't anything I wouldn't consider doing with another man at this point in my life. I had the chance of having one of the most wonderful, handsome men I'd ever met, own me and be my Master. I didn't want to think of any other possibilities even though thoughts lingered in the corners of my mind. I wasn't going to let them frighten me or keep me from trying to grab my brass ring.

After about an hour on the bike we turned north and started into the high desert near Palm Springs. We stopped for gas and stretched our legs not far from the turn off.

"Not much further." said Big Jim, "Beryl's ranch is on the other side of the mountain from Desert Hot Springs in Morongo valley. The turn off to his ranch is about eleven miles from here. We've made pretty good time." We got back on the bike and headed up the mountain. On the other side we took the first paved road to the left and started winding up into the mountains.

About five miles in Big Jim pulled off onto a dirt road and drove up to a gate. He handed me a key. I unlocked it, opened it for him to drive through, closed the gate and locked it back. We must have driven another mile into no where, rode up a ridge and there nestled against huge boulders was the neatest concrete block ranch house you can imagine. We pulled up and parked the bike in front.

We walked around without going immediately into the house. It was late afternoon, the colors in the rocks and the desert were something to behold. Master Jim motioned me to come with him. He showed me where a hot, mineral water spring bubbled up out of the ground and filled a pool that Beryl and Blaine built. It was a year round natural spa. It smelled a little like rotten eggs from the sulfur content but it wasn't too bad. You quickly got use to the odor.

"I guess they're off touring." said Big Jim as he put his arm around me to walk me back down to the house. We looked up and two matched Harley's came over the ridge and waved at Jim.

"Well, I'll be damned. It's them. I can't believe it. As many times as I've been out here they've never been here. I bring you out and..." The two men got off their bikes. It was not difficult to tell which was Beryl. God help me, he was bigger than Master Jim. Just a bit taller and outweighed him by a good fifty pounds. The other man could have been a fucking movie star. He had sun glasses and a black bandana rapped around his head. Head to toe leather with the usual cod piece. He also wore a studded dog collar with a small engraved metal pet identification tag. He walked with a slight limp that gave him a rolling gate like an old cowboy.

Big Beryl was to us in an instant, picked Big Jim off the ground, swung him around and kissed him dead on the lips. Master Jim didn't hold back and kissed him back. I was watching the good looking one as he approached. He walked slower and slower then finally stopped about ten feet away from me. Then he scared the hell out of me. He ran at me, fell to his knees and started kissing my boots and crying. Beryl and Jim looked at each other and I looked at them in puzzlement. Beryl walked over and spoke to him,

"Blaine, Darlin,' Big Jim here's the Master. This fine looking young man is his slave." Blaine looked at his Master and said,

"You don't understand, Master, this is Beau James!" He grabbed me around the waist , put his face up to my crotch and held me to him as he cried and cried. I didn't know what the hell was going on but he had my heart. I reached down to comfort him and saw the tattoo. "Devil Dogs"

"Kelly?" I said softly, he took off his sunglasses and looked up at me then stood.

"Beau James, I never thought I'd ever see you again in my life. He hugged me, I started crying then he was kissing me and hugging me.

"Oh, my God!" said Big Beryl, "Is this THE Beau James I've heard about for four Goddamn years?"

"Yes, Dad, yes! I owe my life to this man. He carried me forty two miles on his Goddamned back to get me to safety in Nam. Got me out of a VC prison holding camp and refused to dump me when the rest of the guys wanted to leave me behind. I was a Lieutenant and he was a non com corpsman in the Navy. Didn't even know how to shoot a fucking gun and got seven of us back to safety. I was ranking officer but I was wounded. Thank God, I had sense enough to give him full charge or we never would have made it."

I saw tears coming from Master Jim's face and Big Beryl was a little choked up himself. I couldn't get away from Blaine but I didn't mind. It was damn good to see him again after all these years. He was good looking then as I remembered but he was fucking gorgeous now. One of the hottest men I'd ever laid eyes on. I didn't know what to think when Beryl barked at Blaine.

"Blaine, Honey, I know this is emotional for you but don't forget your Goddamn manners." Blaine quickly kissed me and moved in front of Big Jim on his knees and spoke,

"Forgive this slave, Master Jim, I didn't mean to slight you." He bent over and kissed each of Big Jim's boots. Master Jim put his hand down, Blaine kissed the back and put it to his forehead and held it there.

"Rise slave and show this Master your love." He jumped into Master Jim's awaiting arms, kissed him and started crying again.

"Oh, Master Jim? Is Beau your slave? How wonderful. Where did you find him Does he live with you?"

"Easy, Blaine, easy, Son!" Big Beryl said. He turned to me and opened his arms and said, "Welcome, Son!"

I fell to my knees and kissed each of his boots and I heard the big man sigh with love. I saw his huge hand come down to me and I grabbed it and kissed it a long while then put it to my forehead.

"You better get that pretty little ass up here and show me some love slave-boy." I jumped into his waiting arms, kissed him and he kissed me back a long passionate kiss. "You are so welcome here, my Son!" He kissed me again.

I liked this man big man. He reached down and with no effort put his arm under my knees and lifted me to him. I threw my arms around his big neck and he turned us both toward Jim and Blaine.

"Get the door for us, Blaine, Honey!" Big Beryl barked with affection at his slave.

Blaine headed for the door with a big smile on his face and Master Jim winked at me over Beryl's shoulder.

"Come on Jim, I've got your sweetie now get your big ass into the house so's we can talk. We been back off a tour for about a week and we just ran into town for a few things. So we're stocked up for a month. How long can you guys stay, two weeks a month. You're welcome. We'd love to have you." He reached over and stole another kiss from me. He didn't really steal it. I was only too happy to give it to him. Never felt safer in my life with two giants that loved me.

Lieutenant Kelly. Who the hell would think I'd ever run into him? My life was beginning to be just a bit too weird. We got in the house and Big Beryl wouldn't set me down. He just sat us both in a big overstuffed chair that must have been made for him because it was big. He continued to hold me and I didn't try to get away.

"Beau, Honey, you like a beer?"

"Yes please, Master Beryl."

"Just call me Beryl, Son, I'll know you mean Master before it."

"Is that all right, Master Jim?"

"You do what the man tells you, Son, he's undisputed Master in this house, besides he's bigger than both of us put together." We all laughed.

"Blaine, Honey, would you get us some beers, Darlin'?"

"Be happy to, Master, more'n happy, Dad. Fucking Goddamn proud to get you a beer. You remember, Dad, I told you about this man that rescued me from that bamboo cage along with Wes. Well, the first night we were in this cave, Wes was so frightened he clung to Beau and wouldn't let him go. So to calm him Beau began to make love to him and ended up fucking the holy shit out of him right there in front of six other guys.

No one said a word. It was like it was the only Goddamn thing that made sense. Two people scared out of their minds found comfort in making love to each other. I was straight at the time but I was so taken with the gentleness and the kind way Beau took Wes. I had fantasies for years after that. Jacked off thinking how it would have felt to be Wes underneath Beau and have him make love to me like that."

Big Beryl found the bottom snap on my cod piece, unsnapped it, and moved his giant paw underneath to hold my family jewels beneath the cod piece. I looked at Big Jim and smiled. He winked back as if to say, 'Relax he likes you.'

"Dad, that night you had me on the ground and kept talking to me and playing with my ass, I was so damn angry. Then it began to feel pretty good and your voice was firm but kind. By the time you ordered me to fuck back with my ass I was yours. I was just so damn embarrassed in front of all those guys. Then you grabbed me, held me close to you with my arms pinned to my sides, kissed me, I flashed back to that cave in Nam and I wanted to be your Wes underneath you to know that same intensity of love."

"Damned if you didn't give it to me, too. All fourteen inches of intensity. You've got that man in your arms, to thank for your slave, Master." Big Beryl stole another kiss from me and squeezed my cock and balls gently. I took his hand and moved it to my rear and winked at him. He smiled knowingly and found the snaps. He felt my huge plug in my butt. He looked at me and got the biggest grin on his face. He pulled me to him as if to hug me and whispered,

"Big Jim make you wear that all the time?"

"Yes Sir, it hasn't been out since the first night I met him. I have to wear it to work. Reminds me who owns my hole." He just chuckled and moved his big hand back under my cod piece.

"You didn't tell me he was this pretty, slave!" Big Beryl said to Blaine.

"Hell he always was a looker. Men and women use to pee their pants when he came around. I had straight Officers asked if he played with men 'cause they were hot for him. For his protection, I swore he was 'straight arrow.' All through Nam he only had one partner that I know of, he only had eyes for Wes. He shipped over, re-enlisted, and Wes came back. That man, in your lap, was awarded seven purple hearts and a Bronze Star, Dad. Big Beryl looked at me funny as if to say, "What do you have to say about that, Son?"

"Master Beryl," I spoke softly "I was young, stupid, didn't know any better and I did what I thought at the time was what I had to do. I asked God to give me strength, he did and I did what had to be done. No big deal. For that they went bananas. Those medals have been haunting me ever since." Big Beryl laughed.

"You know, Son, the bravest men never think of themselves as brave or heros. They just do what has to be done. How can I thank you for my slave?" I leaned over and whispered in his ear,

"Master Beryl, I'd give you a new penny if I could feel your legendary fourteen inch dick as far up my butt as it would go."

The giant man got tears in his eyes and hugged me tightly.

"If it's all right with your Master I'd be honored to give you as much as you can hold. Put your little hand down there and feel what you just did to this old man." I did as ordered and felt his monster stiff as a rod.

"Aren't you ashamed of yourself for getting this old man excited?"

"Not in the least, Master." He roared with laughter and kissed me again.

"Well, if you get tired of this one, Jim, he'll fit right in here as slave number two." he said winking at Big Jim.

"I'd be proud to have you as my little Bro. slave, Beau. But, in my heart you'll always be my hero. If it weren't for you I wouldn't be sitting here today, a slave to one of the best old men in the world. He's the love of my life and I would've never found him if it hadn't been for you. I never would've given him a chance if I hadn't seen how sweetly you made love to Wes that night in the cave. I wanted that love and didn't know how to find it. My Master knew what I needed and thank God wouldn't take no for an answer.

He told me before he fucked me the first time he would give me the love I needed. Damned if he didn't. I needed a Master to straighten my ass out. Dad Beryl convinced me in one evening he was going to be my Master. I had no choice in the matter. He chose me to be his slave for life, and the quicker I got use to the idea, the easier it was going to be for the both of us. I hated him for his presumption but was drawn to the passion of his commitment.

I never had anyone in my life hit me up side the head with a two by four and say,

"Your ass is mine! You will love me. Get use to it."

I moved in with him the next night and we ain't been apart since except when I didn't obey him and ended up in a hospital in Tijuana. I don't tell him to often, certainly not often enough, I love him and I'm damn proud to be owned by him. I'll stand up to the roughest, meanest son of a bitch in any outlaw club and tell him Beryl is my Master. I'm his property. He's my owner and this Goddamn dog collar with my name on the tag listing him as owner proves it."

"I thought your name was Alex Kelly?"

"That's right, Alexander Blaine Kelly."

"Well, I'm glad to see you found love. I always wondered if you might not have other thoughts the way you looked at me sometime."

"Oh Beau, you don't know. I was so envious of Wes until I got to know him here in the states. I thought I was straight. I even fucked Wes one night to find out what you saw in him. Wasn't too bad either. I played at being this straight hell raising womanizing outlaw biker until Beryl come along and convinced me I only wanted to be his slave."

"Dad had my number from the start." Blaine finished. Beryl had this big shit eating grin on his face.

"No, I didn't. Ask Jim, he was there. I just thought you were one of the prettiest men I'd ever seen, you had a great ass, and I was gonna' make you my slave. I didn't really give a shit whether you were straight or gay. I needed a steady ass to fuck and your's happened to be the prettiest one around. I made up my mind you were gonna' be my slave and take my dick. I knew in time you'd grow to love it. End of story."

"Well, either way, Dad, your slave is damn glad you did."

"Master Jim would you consider ordering your slave to strip so my Master and I can see how pretty he is. He really shouldn't be wearing clothes if he's a real slave." Blaine said.

"Now, Blaine you're one to talk." Big Beryl snapped, "You get your ass up and off with your clothes right now in front of both of 'em."

"Off with yours too, slave." Master Jim snapped his fingers at me.

"Yes, Master Jim."

I got up and went to him and kneeled and kissed his boots.

"Thank you, Master Jim!" Blaine had his clothes off by the time I started. I took mine off and Blaine spied my plug.

"Holy shit, Master Jim, you sure that's a big enough plug in Beau's butt? Look at that monster, Dad!"

"I felt it when he was in my lap. We've already talked about it, Son. Take a good look, Son, you're getting one for your birthday."

"Thanks a lot pal. Shit, it'll be like every other thing Dad makes me do. I'll learn to love it and he'll say 'I told you so.'" then he laughed.

"Does Master Jim make you wear it all the time?"

"He put it in the first night we were together and it's been there ever since. The only time I may remove it is to use the restroom or when a Master removes it to fuck me. I have to wear it to work every day. I've gotten so use to it I hardly notice. It's a constant reminder who owns my hole and what it's for." As I turned I got a good look at Blaine's crotch.

"Goddamn Blaine, you always were a good looking man but you're one fucking hot son of a bitch as you are now." Blaine flew across the room and pulled our two bodies together and reached his hand down, then looked at Master Jim.

"May I have permission to play with your slaves cock and balls, Master Jim?"

"Only if Master Beryl gives him permission to play with yours, slave."

"Please, Dad?"

"Of course, silly." Blaine grabbed me and gently played with old eight and my low hangers. Beau, they're prettier than I remembered. Does your Master ever let you fuck?"

"Easy on the poor kid, Blaine." Master Beryl barked.

"That's okay, Master Beryl, I'm having a good time. My turn." I told Blaine as I got on my knees to inspect him. The surgeons did an excellent job. I stuck my finger up as far as I could and Blaine stuck it in my face proudly. I looked at Master Beryl and winked.

"May I, Master Beryl?"

"Beau, Honey, me cunt, su cunt. Chow down, Son!" I started eating Blaine's cunt and he began to go crazy. My old cock was getting rock hard.

"Take him in there and fuck that cunt, Beau. He dreams about you, I've heard nothing but Beau this and Beau that for years. He never told me you were so damn fine looking. You look one hell of a lot like a rodeo star we know lives in Tucson we call 'Cowboy'. Lives with the father of his lover that was killed in Nam. They're both members of our family.

"He looks enough like Cowboy to be his brother." Exclaimed Blaine.

"Now that I think about it, they could be doubles. I always had a hard on for the cowboy, myself." Said Master Jim.

"Cowboy and his Master, Dan Yates gave this cabin to me and Blaine. If'n I let you fuck my slave, what do I get in return?" he chided me.

"That new penny I spoke to you earlier about?"

"Yes?"

"How 'bout two?"

"You got yourself a deal, Son, but you're no horse trader. I won on that deal."

"Not from my point of view, Master." As I looked at his growing crotch.

"You are wicked. I like that in a slave-boy." The big man laughed.

"Two cents is all I'm worth, Dad?"

"It's what those two cents are gonna' buy me slave, that's the prize. You don't need to understand. You just give the man your best fuck. Hear!"

"Yes, Master Honey." Blaine giggled.

"Mind your manners, slave, or I'll mind 'em for you."

"Sorry. Dad."

"He seems like a fine, well trained slave, Jim. You should be proud of him. He's almost unreal."

"He's for real, Beryl, what he says you can take to the bank. He should be pretty horny right about now. He's had time to absorb two of Jeb's loads in his ass."

"Are you clean, Blaine?" Beryl barked.

"Give me a minute Beau, come I'll show you where to wait for me. Blaine led me down a hall to a stairway that went to a basement dungeon. Not too big but very well equipped. Wait for me over there on that leather bed Beau I'll be right back." I walked back into the living room to get my beer and knelt in front of Master Beryl and kissed his boots again.

"That's damn sweet, Son. Why you doing that?"

"That's Beau's way of showing respect, thanks, love, appreciation and saying please use me all rolled into one submissive action. He's a boot slave of the first magnitude. He's a sucker for a big man in a big pair of boots and knows how to make love to both. The man's boots will look like new and he'll feel like a new man."

"Could you teach my slave to make love to my boots and clean them for me real good?"

"I would if ordered Master but I'd be more than happy to take care of them myself."

"Well, show me what you can do, slave." Big Beryl winked at Big Jim. That's all I needed. His big dirty boots were the first thing I noticed about Big Beryl and my mouth watered when I first saw them. The were dusty and dirty and had oil and grime on them. I was about finished when Blaine came back in the room and saw me cleaning Beryl's big boots.

" Come on, Beau." Blaine said.

"You may as well have another beer, Blaine," Master Jim said, "you ain't gonna' get fucked 'til he finishes Beryl's boots. Best leave him be, you'll get a much better fuck if you let him finish." Big Jim laughed knowingly. Damn he did know me pretty well. I hope he wasn't feeling left out. I finally finished and went back over several places I was concerned about not being cleaned good enough.

"Is Master pleased or would you have me do them again, Sir?"

"Look at them boots, Blaine. He just asked me if I'm pleased? Get up here boy." He grabbed me and kissed me hard. I melted and whispered in his ear.

"I can't wait to spend my pennies, Sir." He let me go and I went to Master Jim and kissed his boots again.

"I'm all right with this, Beau, trust me. I don't feel left out and I know why you want to try it. It's your chance, go for it. I'm so fucking proud of you and I love you. Now get in there and fuck Blaine 'til he walks bow legged." He grabbed me, kissed me, turned me around and slapped me on the butt to send me on my way. I again followed Blaine to the dungeon.

"Do you need to clean out 'cause they're only gonna' give us about thirty minutes and then Dad and Jim will be in here knocking on our back doors."

"I cleaned up just before we came. I should be fine."

"Okay, but Dad is pretty fucking big. He won't make you take it all if you can't"

"We'll see." I smiled."You want me to take charge since I'm gonna' do the fucking?"I asked him.

"I'd appreciate that, Beau, I've dreamed of you fucking me as a Master."

"Just between us, Blaine, I like you calling me Master but please don't in front of your Master."

"You may when we're alone and you'll be my slave. Now kiss your Master slave, and show him some love."

Blaine kissed me and gave me everything in that kiss. He became my slave and I his Master. We knew we both were other people but it was our world at that moment and it was as valid as any relationship. We knew we had bonded many years ago in this relationship when he gave charge of those men and himself to me. I was his Master then, I was his Master now. Not replacing Beryl but in another world all together. I saved him once and I was about to receive my reward.

"Now, get down there and make love to my dick, slave. I don't stick my dick in any man that won't kiss it first." (Thank God for that line from Master Jeb.) My voice was lower by a fifth. What was happening to me? I was fucking enjoying this. Blaine was a pretty fair cock sucker and old eight got harder that a rock.

"Is your spit gonna' be enough lubricant, slave?"

"It may be Master, if not there's lube and towels handy in those drawers in the night stands."

"This is new to me, slave, I've never fucked a woman so I don't know what to do. I don't mean to imply..."

"I know what you mean, Master, I have a cunt because I disobeyed my Master and fucked one to many. Let me tell you, they're highly overrated. You haven't missed a thing. If Beryl hadn't forced this cunt on me I probably would be dead by now. He didn't actually force it on me. He gave me a choice. Nullo or cunt. He wasn't ever gonna' let me go as his slave, thank God, so I thought a cunt might make him feel good and I was curious how it would make me feel. I've grown to love it. It works much better than a woman's cunt, I'll tell you that."

"Here let me help you in with it, Master, you're certainly hard enough." Blaine gently guided me into his male cunt. The deeper I went the better it felt until I just let go and sunk to his depths. God it felt good. Blaine smelled so damn good, too. Healthy male stud odor. He had hair all over his massively built chest. He had pecs for days that made his body appear much bigger than he really was. I began to fuck him and he began to moan.

"Let me know if I'm doing something wrong or hurting you." I cautioned. Blaine laughed.

"Look, Master, I'm a man with a cunt. Fuck me the way you would want to be fucked in the butt by Master Jim."

"That's pretty damn rough and hard, Blaine."

"Take my cunt out for a rough test drive cowboy and see if you can stay in the saddle for eight seconds."

I thought, "What the hell!" I can't stand someone fucking me and trying to be so damn gentle they take all the animal lust and mystery out of it. I began to really fuck him and he urged me on like a cheerleader.

"That's it, Cowboy, ride this man's cunt. Come on, Master, you can fuck harder than that. That's it! That's it! Harder now, yeah!! Come on Cowboy!! Spur your old horse! Make him fuck this slave harder!! Now you're gettin' there stud! Oh, Damn! Now, you're doing some decent fucking, Cowboy!"

"Here, let me raise my cunt up a little so you can get the best stuff!! Yeah! You're getting in there good, Master! Getting the good stuff! Fuck me, Master!" I was fucking him pretty damn hard with a good long deep rhythm and Blaine hadn't said anything for a while. It was feeling tighter and tighter around my old dick . Blaine knew what I needed, reached for the lube and put just a little around my cock. Ahhhh shit!! That was the ticket! Now, this was some damn fine fucking! I wondered if real women felt this way? Probably not! I don't think their pussy's get tighter as the fuck goes on.

"Kiss me, slave!" Blaine kissed me and I was doing some good hard deep fucking and lost myself in making love to him and making my dick feel really good. All of a sudden I felt a very big warm finger applying cold KY lubricant to my hole and working it in as I was fucking Blaine. It was big Beryl and he passed the tube over to Master Jim who motioned to me to roll Blaine on his side. I did and Blaine felt KY being applied to his ass.

"See I told ya'..." he said.

"Master Beryl, please.---let me kiss it before you shove it in..." I said over my shoulder. Big Beryl got between us and held his monster in his hand with the head right at my lips. I kissed it and tongued his piss slit and took a couple good hits on it and then kissed it again

"Thank you, Master Beryl"

"You show some manners, too, Blaine."

"Please, Master Jim, let me kiss yours, too." I was proud of my Master as he held his for Blaine to make a little love to. They lay down behind each of us and I felt the huge head of Master Beryl's cock poised at my back door.

"Take me hard, Master, please!" I urged the big man.

"Don't hesitate, Beryl, that's the way he's been trained. He must be taken that way." Master Jim backed up my request. Master Beryl was a true Master and knew how to sink his cock into a slave. I thought it would never stop going up my ass but in one stroke he was in me to the base. It felt like the Japanese bullet train had just docked in my butt.

"Damn, that was fine, Son." He leaned over and stole a kiss.

"Thanks, Master Beryl, that feels so damn good. Oh shit, I'm full. I was in Blaine pretty deep and I felt my Master take his ass in one swift lunge. Master Jim cock was rubbing against mine inside of Blaine. What a hot feeling. I continued to fuck Blaine and each out stroke I slid up further on Big Beryl and fucked him as I was fucking Blaine.

"How's Blaine's pussy feel to you, Son?" Big Beryl asked.

"Damn good, Master! Your cock in me feels mighty fine, too, Master Beryl."

"Well, congratulations, Son, you took it all, first time!"

"I don't believe it." said Blaine as he reached through my legs to feel. Master Beryl lifted my leg for both him and Master Jim to see his big dick sunk in me to the base.

"I'll be damned, Beau, I've got a lot of respect for you taking that monster!" said Blaine

"Feels pretty damn good to me, Kelley. No wonder you wanted to become his slave."

"Blaine swap some spit with me while your old man fucks me to get me opened up." Blaine and I started kissing and both Masters took advantage to fuck each of us. Big Beryl started some long, slow, deep fucking that drove me round the bend. Master Jim must have been getting to Blaine as he developed a deep throated moan that increased with Master Jim's strokes. Blaine broke off from kissing me for a moment.

"Fuck my ass Master, Jim! Please fuck me. Take all you need and then tear off an extra piece to take home with you. " "You're opening me up real good, Master Beryl! Oh, God, that feels good, Sir. "

"Damn, Blaine Honey, this slave's a fine piece of ass. You give him a good fuck now or you know what I'll do."

"I will, Master, I promise." and Blaine put his cunt closer for me to get to but started trying to take over the fuck.

"Blaine." I spoke firmly, "Let me do the fucking. Hold that man-cunt up to me and work with me. I'll get us both off."

"You heard the man, Blaine, let him do the fucking."

"Yes, Masters." Blaine snuck in. Beryl poked me gently in the back with his big hand when he heard the plural. He was one sharp, good looking old man that knew how to fill a man's ass and give him what he needs.

"Beau, you ever fucked a woman? Don't be embarrassed, Son. No ones gonna' laugh or they'll have me to reckon with."

"No Sir, but Blaine isn't like a woman."

"No he isn't, Son, you're right. I didn't want a woman. I wanted Blaine. He made the choice to have a cunt. I'm glad he did 'cause I love it and I've gotten a lot of use out of it. I hardly ever hit his asshole anymore. Oh, maybe three of four times a month. If I wake in the morning and he's got that hot little ass pushed up against dad's crotch. What's a man to do? You hit him in the first available hole. Fourteen inches wakes him up real fast. Anyway, you want Dad Beryl to teach you how to fuck a cunt, Son?" I didn't know what to say but Big Jim came to my rescue.

"My slave would be proud and honored to have you teach him how to fuck a cunt, Master Beryl. It's new to him, he doesn't know what you have in mind but I do. He'll like it." If it was good enough for Master Jim to approve I wanted to try it.

"Yes, Sir, please, Master Beryl." He reached around behind him under the bed and brought up two eight inch wide canvas belts that attached to a ratchet device. He put one around my belly down near my crotch and under and around his waist. He hooked the end through the ratchet device and pushed the lever until we were drawn tightly together with his big dick all the way in me.

He slung one over my chest, did the same with that one and Blaine helped ratchet us tight. He tested it. Every movement he made with his hips I had to make a corresponding move. We were like Master/slave machines in which the slave copied the movement of the Master. Our bodies were tightly locked together. Big Beryl was an inventive man. He was going to do the fucking with my dick while his big cock was soaking in my butt.

"What about us?" Master Jim asked. I'd like to control Blaine's cunt to see what it would be like. You mind Blaine?"

"Hell, no, Master Jim, sounds like fun to me. It'll make me put it up there to Dad and Beau and give 'em a good fucking." Big Jim all ready had the lower belt around the both of them and just finished the top one with my help.

"Gee, Master Beryl, I feel like I'm part of your body."

"You are right now, Beau, I'm in control and I'm gonna' show you how a man fucks a cunt using your dick." Son of a bitch, he was dead serious and I thought, "Go for it, Beau, he's in control. Learn something from the man." He reached around and guided my dick back into Blaine's cunt as Master Jim shoved it onto my cock. Shit, this felt weird but wonderful.

Big Beryl began to fuck Big Jim/Blaine's cunt. He would move our hips in a bit of a circular motion and then go for some deep jabs deep into his cunt. Blaine was responding like he had been fed Spanish fly. Master Jim was doing a good job keeping Blaine's cunt stable and in the right position.

"Now we're gonna' fuck him a little harder, Son! You okay?"

"Damn fine, Sir, I don't know which feels better my full ass or my dick inside of Blaine."

The big man began fucking Blaine's cunt pretty hard with a good deep steady rhythm. I completely relaxed and let Master Beryl take full control. I was enjoying the ride from both ends. I didn't have to do any work. Everything was being done for me. It began to feel more than real fine and Big Beryl could tell from my ass I was getting ready to pop my nut.

"Put it up there for the man, Jim, he's about to come in his fist cunt. That's it right there."

"Can I come, too, Dad?" Blaine begged.

"If you can, Honey! I'm gonna' make sure our guest gets his right now."

"Just a little more, Son, we're almost there! Feel that? Yeah! I feel that little ass trying to eat my dick. Now, when you shoot push back as hard as you can in the saddle and let Dad Beryl drive you home. Here we go, Son, I feel it coming! You're chewing on my old dick! Let's get it all the way in that little cunt! Yeah! That's it! Now Son!" I pushed back as hard as I could and he was really fucking Blaine's cunt hard and furious with my cock as I lost my mind and started shooting in Blaine. My ass tried to bite Big Beryl's dick off as I filled Blaine's cunt.

"Oh, Oooh, Ooohhh! Master Beryl! Damn you're using my cock really good. Oh fuck, I'm coming!" I came, bit on Big Beryl's, cock, came again, bit down on it so hard I heard him laugh and came again. "Oh, God! Master Beryl that's one of the best feelings I ever had in my life. My cock was still pumping and my ass was chomping down on his cock. He took one more big stroke into Blaine's pussy with my dick and I felt him explode in my butt. I could feel him filling me with his come. "Keep fucking me, Dad!" Blaine yelled to his Master, "I'm almost there!!" The old man made my still hard dick fuck his handsome slave's cunt until he shot out his little piss hole. Only Master Jim didn't come. I couldn't have my Master not coming. I knew what I had to do. I couldn't thank Big Beryl enough and Blaine was kissing me. I whispered to Master Beryl I needed to be free to take care of my Master. He understood.

I moved quickly to undo Master Jim's belts and reached down and pulled Babe out of Blaine's ass and mounted him as fast as I could get it up my butt. I started riding like a fucking demon.

"Mind if we watch you pleasure your Master, slave?" Big Beryl asked as he was holding Blaine in his arms kissing him.

"I'd be honored, Sir." I didn't stop my job and felt Babe responding to my thrust. "I need your seed up there with Master Beryl's, Master Ox. Lay back, relax and let me show these two men how you taught your worthless slave to pleasure his Master. Your slave loves you and is going to take care of you. Gimme' Babe! All of Babe!" I was riding him pretty hard and fast in a good rhythm. Babe began to swell to spitting size. I knew he was close and felt him rise to meet my thrust. I didn't slow down as I was determined to get my Master's come in my ass. I hunkered down and rode harder and faster, slamming my ass against his hot leathers. He arched his back, raised his hips upward once more and I felt his flow began. "That's it, Master, shoot your hot Master load in your worthless slave's pussy." Damn I was starting to build myself and I couldn't stop now.

"Permission to shoot, Master Ox!"

"Granted slave, ride old Babe to the barn, Son, your giving me the good stuff, Little Beaver! Don't spare the leather, slave!" I rode him and shot three feet in the air. Big Beryl and Blaine were gasping that I shot again so quickly, untouched . My Master, my Giant, went into his unconscious coming mode as his spit and saliva went everywhere. I rode him down to a trot with my ass still spasming.

"Woah, damn, thank you Master Ox for that good fucking. Thank you, Sir. Oh, Master, your old Babe did it to me again." He was coming around from his petite mort.

"Not bad, Little Beaver, not bad at all. thanks for thinking about me, love."

"You're my Master and I love you. What's your slave for if not to please his Master?"

"Hear that Blaine?" Master Beryl chided Blaine. Blaine looked at me and shook his head.

"How do you come without touching yourself?"

"He's been carefully trained to do that." Master Jim chimed in and I winked at him.

"It took a while but Master Jim is a great teacher. A fine Master." I supported his statement.

"I believe it." said a spent Master Beryl. "Come on guys let's us out to the hot pool. Blaine, Honey, grab us four more beers."

"Yes, Sir, Dad. You know what Master?" Blaine asked his big Master.

"What Son?"

"You're one hell of a man and your slave loves you, Sir." Big Beryl grabbed Blaine, hugged him and got a little choked up.

"If you only knew how much this old man loves you, you shithead. Now, go get us the damn beers, Cunt, before your old man makes a fool of himself and breaks down in front of our guest."

"Proud, too, Master."

We got into the pool and the hot water was wonderful. They built it strangely. When you first looked at it you thought it was too shallow on the sides and to deep in the middle. When you got in you saw their reason. It was deeper in the middle and only a couple of feet deep around the edges. It made it great for laying on your back and looking up at the stars. A million stars. So many stars you can see in the desert. I lay in Master Jim's big arms teasing him with kisses. He pulled me on top of him with my head resting on his big chest and my butt between his legs. Babe kept poking me in the back. I kept talking to it like it was a person.

"All right Babe if you don't settle down and behave I'm not going to take you to the barn any more."

"How can you talk to the Ox that way, slave?"Master Jim laughed. "He loves you so." We had Master Beryl and Blaine laughing at us.

"What the hell are you guys talking about? You've got more names for each other. That's a true sign of love." Master Beryl laughed.

"Tell us about you two getting together. I didn't say a word. I was going to let Master Jim tell them what he wanted and I would 'Amen' it. He was pretty straight forward with them and they seemed disappointed.

"Goddamn! That's too bad. I was looking forward to adopting Beau as my nephew Bro. He's one of the only men who has been able to take all of me the first time except Jimmy and Cowboy. It took me almost a year to get Blaine to take all of me. Of course the doctors knew his cunt was gonna' be for me so they took a cast of my cock and made a sterile foam model to build his cunt around. How many operations did it take, Hon?"

"About eight in all but it was pretty special to build it to take you, Dad."

"Well, I'm not sorry we spent the money are you?"

"Oh, hell, no, Dad!"

"It really has calmed Blaine down. He can't worry about sex too much because if he gets horny he can't jack off. He can't even get off on a dildo. I caught him trying several times when he was being punished by withholding Dad's dick. He has to have Dad's dick to get him off. He's become a pretty good and faithful slave. It certainly cured him from fucking women." Big Beryl laughed hardily. "He gave me a run for my money but I think he's come around to believing he'll be my slave for the rest of his life. I told him the first night I had chosen him for my man-slave he would get use to the idea. He knew I would never let him go. Hell, he can even come when I fuck him in the ass. He never could do that before we had his cunt installed." He pulled Blaine up to his big chest and kissed him on the neck under his dog collar.

"So you are to be trained by Master Jeb and Jim, then be put on the market in about three months?" Blaine asked quietly.

"As I understand it, right Master?" I deferred to Master Jim.

"Yes, love." He answered.

"Well, it's obvious the two of you are very much in love." Master Beryl said.

"I won't deny it, Master Beryl." I replied to Big Beryl.

"Neither will I." agreed Master Jim, "Jeb's a strong man and Beau has fallen in love with the man Jeb wants him to be with."

"Is he a good man?" Big Beryl asked.

"The best." we said in unison and laughed.

"He was Wes's last Master, Blaine." I said.

"Earl Shaw?"

"You know him?"

"Yeah, we both know him well. He comes out here all the time to get away from the city. He helped us build this pool. We got to know him really well after Wes was killed. We've known him for years."

"Did he know you and Wes were in Nam together?" I asked Blaine.

"I think so but we never discussed it much other than I was an Officer and Wes was enlisted. He knew I knew Wes in L.A. before he met him but I was trying to be straight then and didn't hang out with Wes much. By the time Wes became his slave I was running with the Hot Dawgs." Blaine replied.

"How can you love him and want to be his slave when you're head over heals in love with Jim?" Master Beryl asked me confused.

"It's not Beau's fault, Beryl, it's my fault. He knew from the first what he wanted. I stupidly shined him on and kept him at arms length, all at Jeb's request. Beau wasn't getting anything back from me, he met Earl D. by chance, spent a week end with him and they fell in love. By the time I realized what a fool I'd been it was too late. Jeb made me promise I wouldn't fall in love with Beau. God knows I tried not to. Shit! Who am I kidding, I loved him the first time I laid eyes on him.

So, we got together last night and pulled down all fences. We love each other. We can't be around each other ten minutes and we're in each others arms. I'm not even going to try to hide it from Jeb any more. If he weren't so damn stubborn that he's the only one that knows what's right for people Beau and I might be getting together.

I'm through with all games and Beau doesn't play games. Beau leads with his heart. What you sees is what you gets. Maybe, it's for the best? I might be too easy on Beau. Maybe he needs strong control and discipline as Jeb claims. All I know is I'd keep him well fucked , I'd own the cleanest pair of boots around, and I'd love him more than he could imagine." I had a tear in my eye and reached up to kiss Big Jim. He put his mouth over mine and kissed me gently.

"Well, that's a pisser, guys. Let's put our money together and buy him for ourselves." Big Beryl suggested.

"Naaw! I don't want to piss Jeb off. We go back too far to part ways now." Master Jim allowed.

"Well, Earl is a good man. I don't know how he'd be as a Master." Big Beryl said, "He loved Wes with a passion, but I heard he's a strict disciplinarian and expected Wes to walk a tight rope. Wes worshiped him."

"You want to tell 'em why we originally came out here." Big Jim asked me.

"Yeah, I asked Master Jim if he'd ever ridden anyone on his Harley with his dick up they're butt and gone over a bumpy road?" Master Beryl and Blaine roared with laughter.

"Hell, Son, we do it all the time. We have to ride that three quarters of a mile down to the gate to get our mail and there never is anyone around out here. Blaine has a pair of leather pants like yours where a piece snaps out of the ass and I have my cod piece leathers. He gets on my old dick and we ride down to get the mail. He usually shoots just about half way back every time. So do I when I feel his little ass try to bite my dick off. There's a trick to it we'll show you tomorrow."

They were wonderful men. They made us feel like kings. I didn't allow my attention to waver from my giant for the rest of the evening. I felt bad I had deserted him in the bedroom. We went to bed that night and held each other. I ended up curled up in his big arms and fell asleep. I awoke later with him still sitting up, asleep, still holding me. I woke him, made him stretch out and kissed him good night. Laying beside my giant, his huge arm thrown over me, holding me to him, Babe poised at my back door, listening to his soft breathing, I felt a peace that surpasses all understanding. There came a wee small voice over the sounds of the night in the desert.

"Give up struggling. Let it be. The giant will always be yours. Give him your love. Serve him well but you must honor your commitment and not deny your love for Master Earl. They are your future. Love them with all your heart. Serve them well. Strive to be happy. These things have been chosen for you. Be wise enough to accept them. Honor yourself. You are loved."

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End Chapter 11 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com