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 years 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 16~ MY BROTHER'S KEEPER

Part I ~ Coitus Interruptus

"What gracious womb gave life unto My Master's gentle heart? Then fed him truths from breasts so filled with nature's kindest feast, He could but walk in paths of passion, honor , greatness set apart, Demanding love, his rod of iron, to tame his slave's unworthy beast!" Canto 29 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous

The next morning my Master awoke with his manhood stiff as a battering ram and knocking at my back door. I excused myself and ran to the shower to quickly clean myself. I returned to his bed but he managed to drift back to sleep. As I lay down beside him he was awake again.

"May I pleasure my Master this morning, Sir?"

"What did you have in mind, slave?"

"Fucking you, Sir?" His face slowly got this wry smile.

"Fucking me, slave?" He asked raising an eyebrow.

"No disrespect intended, Sir, it's not what you think. I would humbly request permission to mount you and fuck you with my ass, Sir." He looked at me with a changed heart.

"That was a trust test, wasn't it, Son?"

"Not in the least, Sir, it's more like a smart ass slave-boy yanking your chain in hopes I could give you something new."

"You don't want to risk having your Master work you over for yanking his chain, do you?"

"If I really please you, Sir, may I still be punished?" Master roared with laughter.

"I've heard that's how you got your ass worked over by Dad Beryl in the desert."

"Yes, Sir." I replied quietly.

"I'll consider working you over, slave, but let's not confuse it with punishment. Because, when I really do need to punish you, and I will, it won't be enjoyable. You won't ask for seconds. It will be for correction, not sexual stimulus. Did you feel Master Beryl was punishing you?"

"Oh, God, no, Sir! Some folks might look at it that way but it's hard for me to think of it as punishment when I wanted as badly as he needed to give. After he cut me down and took me it was as if we joined as one. He took me as his son. I felt I became his son. I'm not slighting my bond with 'dad' at work. It's just different. The relationships were arrived at differently. I'm beginning to believe a man may have many fathers and more than one 'Master' but each will be unique. I guess what I'm seeking is a closer bond with you. I want to feel with you what I felt with Master Beryl. Is that wrong of me?"

"Not when you explain yourself in that clear a manner. As your Master I'll set parameters from time to time for your benefit as well as for my control. Since I understand what you're getting at I will assure you we'll have many times of close bonding. You've asked for my trust, now give me yours. I'll take you there when I feel it's time for us. In the meantime your first objective should be to please your Master and not to manipulate him."

"You're right, Master, and I apologize. That's exactly what I was doing and I was wrong. I meant it to be humorous and well met but I now see it was manipulative. I'm sorry. I trust you. I'll not play that game again."

"Lighten up, Son, no harm done. Consider it part of your training. It doesn't mean I love or think any less of you."

"Then please, Master, may I give you pleasure?"

"Gimme' a kiss first. Get the hurt out of your mind." I kissed him and he enfolded me in his big arms and held me to assure me he was in control and for me to feel comfortable.

"May I have permission to mount your horse, Master?"

"Permission granted, slave." I spread saliva all over his huge cock and sucked on the head for a bit. Then I positioned my ass with his huge head firm against my back door.

I reached back with both hands and spread my cheeks and sank to the base in one swift plunge. It took his breath away.

"Holy B'Jesus, slave! Nice mount. If the rest is as good, I promise you a bonding experience soon." I started with some general riding but very smooth. I'd been fucked enough by my Cadillac that I knew this was going to have to be a different ride. He was not an untamed bronco that I only had an eight second buzzer to meet. I had time to build up and shift gears to ride my Cadillac up the hill.

I could ride in comfort and style and proceeded to do so. Damn, he felt good inside me. I held my right hand tight against my belly pulling inward to feel the huge head of his dick as it passed my hand. He felt it to and moved his hips in an upward thrust to help get a little more of the good stuff. I wanted this to be memorable for him as well as good for me whether he allowed me to come or not.

"May your slave get his, too, Master?"

"I'll trust you to be the judge of that, slave, if your satisfied that you've pleasured your Master first."

"Thank you, Sir." I returned my attention to what I was doing. I closed my eyes and began to shift gears knowing approximately the good stroking rhythm my Master liked to use to get himself to start to climb the hill. I opened my eyes just long enough to see it was having its effect and once again shifted gears.

I shortened my stroke and was slamming my ass hard against the base of his horse. He began to moan. His eyes were closed and his head was moving from side to side. I felt more blood rushing to his all ready engorged cock. Once again I shifted gears very smoothly and knew I had him as he began to raise his hips off the bed to meet my thrust.

I was holding on by a thread when I felt his flow begin. My sphincter began to try to bite his dick off. I shot three feet in the air to land on his chest as he held me in the air with his back arched. I lifted almost off of him and slammed back again to meet his arched base as he filled me the second time and we repeated once more.

He got the last of me onto his handsome chest. We relaxed. Collapsed. I fell on top of him, spent and happy. All of a sudden, all hell broke loose with applause, whistles and cat calls.

"Well done, slave!"

"Good job."

"Great performance."

"Me next."

Master and I turned and there was the entire peanut gallery. They sneaked in the room while we were in the throws of passion and unaware of their presence. They witness the final moments of our union. It hardly phased Master as he put his arms around me and kissed me.

"Just go with it." he whispered then returned to kissing me passionately. I sat back with his big dick still in me. The crowd was rowdy and enthusiastic. They all gathered around and Allen jumped on the bed.

"Oh, Beau, you were great. You came without touching yourself. That was wonderful. How did it feel, Master Earl?" My Master laughed and rolled his eyes back in his head.

"See, my slave, you leave your bedroom door open and see what happens?"

"It wasn't open, I opened it." Laughed Big Beryl. "We wanted to watch and I'm glad we did. How 'bout you guys?" They all agreed.

"Isn't this carrying the family thing a little far, Gentlemen?"

"Gosh, I don't think so, Master Earl," said Dirk smiling. "look what it did for me." His old cock was sticking straight out. "I guess I'm not as straight as I use to be." He chuckled.

"Your dick is." Observed Blaine. I took another couple of strokes on my Master's good dick. He looked at me and winked.

"Damn, that's some fine ass fucking, Son." They all went nuts applauding and laughing again.

"Come on, Oscar, let's go start breakfast." Billy said to Oscar.

"I'll help." said Blaine as he got off the bed. He came around and gave me a kiss and a hug.

"Looked good to me, Hero. Teach me to do that for my old man?"

"With my good Master's permission."

Allen threw his arms around my neck.

"You were great, Beau. I know how good that big thing feels. I'm so happy he's got you." He kissed me and was away with the others to fix breakfast. Dirk came around the side of the bed and Beryl was sitting on the other side. He just wanted get a better view. Master winked at me as he read my mind.

"May I kiss it, Master Dirk?" He got a funny smile on his face and moved a little closer as he held his massive cock in one hand. I gently kissed the head and ran my tongue in his piss slit. Then I ran my tongue around and under his foreskin and cleaned it. I finished by kissing it again.

"Damn, that was fine, slave, gimme' a kiss." He threw his big hairy arms around me and pulled me half way off my Master's cock, kissed me passionately then dropped me to slam back down on Master's dick.

"Thank you, Master Dirk, for all three."

"My pleasure, Son, my pleasure." He laughed. He left to get dressed or check on Allen.

"They all love you guys." said Big Beryl. "I have to include myself in that, too." He said sheepishly.

"You know we love you, too, Beryl." Master Earl told him. "Give me another couple strokes, Son." I complied and made them good ones.

"Holy shit!" Said Big Beryl.

"You want to fill him up, too, Beryl? You got another ride in you, Son?"

"For my Dad? Absolutely Master, with your approval."

"I get to watch and coach. What about it, Beryl?"

"Son of a bitch, I've been wanting to have him do that to me. Haven't I, Beau?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Earl, he asked me if I would ride him sometime."

"Well, pull off me, boy, and let your dad in the saddle." He kissed me and I pulled off of his dick. Master Beryl was under me in a minute. I started lathering him up and got him good and slick.

"You won't be able to mount this old man like you did me, Son." Said Master Earl.

"I'll take that bet, Earl!" Master Beryl said. I positioned myself over him with his huge mushroom head lodged at my back door.

"Go for it, Son, show your Master what you can do."

"You got it, Dad." I took the whole thing to the base in one lunge. This one took my breath away. Wooah! The old man filled me up. Master Earl stretched out on the bed along side of us. Big Beryl looked over at Earl. "Earl, Honey, you got yourself a prize here. Sweet Baby, that feels so damn good up there." Master Earl laughed at Big Beryl's pleasure.

"I'm proud of the little shit. He's got my heart locked up six ways from Sunday. You give him a good ride, slave, hear?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Earl." I started

"Beau, Honey, do you mind if Blaine watches? You know what we talked about?"

"If my Master approves, Dad." Big Beryl looked at Earl.

"I'll get him!" Said Master Earl. He went to the door and motioned for Blaine to come to the door. "Your Master wants you." Blaine entered the room and saw what was going on and got the biggest smile on his face.

"I want you to watch, Honey. Get some ideas. I'm gonna' start training you to fuck me this way."

"Yes, Dad." He didn't say anymore but sat on the floor next to the bed. Master locked both doors but there came a knock on the other door. Master went to the door and let Big Dirk in.

"You wanna' watch my slave ride the big one?" He asked Dirk.

"Hell, yes!" said Big Dirk and he sat down by Blaine and put his big hairy arm around him. I started my ride slowly and purposely with Big Beryl beginning to make some low moaning sounds. I could feel the lowest bass tones vibrating up his long pole like he was a battery operated rubber husband.

I didn't know exactly how I was gonna' pull this off with Big Beryl but remembered enough about the couple of fucks he threw in me in the desert that he was similar to Big Jim. He liked to fuck an ass until there was absolutely no resistance to his big cock and he could feel the conquest of taking what he needed. What he demanded.

Those few special moments like getting down to the heart of an artichoke. You've worked every leaf, raked larger and larger leaves over your teeth and suddenly, there you are, unexpectedly, at the heart, it gives itself up to you in a moment of discovery, the final few thrusts into your mouth, the orgasm of the fruit. You've worked faithfully and hard for a moments feed. So it is with sex.

That's why smart men take slaves to do the work for them. I began to take longer strokes on his tent pole with gradually increasing speed. Big Beryl's eyes were closed but I could tell he was getting close as his big full face was beginning to look flushed with blood and his breathing was becoming shorter. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Dirk take Blaine's hand and placed it around his rock hard dick.

Blaine got this knowing smile on his face and whispered something to Big Dirk who nodded approval. Master Earl didn't miss what was going on and gave up his place beside Big Beryl for Blaine and Dirk. Blaine lay on his back and Big Dirk gently climbed on top as Blaine guided Dirk's massive dick into his man-cunt.

Big Beryl was oblivious to what was going on. His animal was in it's rut and could care less. He was beginning to shake from the hard, swift strokes I was taking and the motion of big Dirk plowing my Bro's red earth was making me almost to hot to control my shot.

Then it happened, Master Beryl started yelling his chant to God and all that was holy, arching his back to my hardest thrust, exploded deep in my hole combining his come with my Master's heavy load. I could feel him shoot, shoot and shoot again. I began to milk his big dick with my ass sucking as much of his man come out as I could get while he continued to moan and move under me.

About that time the great bear next to me unloaded a huge wad of bear seed in my handsome brother's pussy. Blaine got his right at the same time as I watched his eyes roll back in his head and he pulled the Bear deeper into him so he could get the best of the monster stroking his inverted cock to climax.

I shot at the same time Blaine got his. It was so hot and Big Beryl laughed to see more ropes of my slave come landing all over his big hairy chest. I collapsed on top of him and it was Master Earl's turn to have the last laugh as he applauded both parties. Big Beryl was kissing me on top of my head as I began to thank him for allowing his slave son to pleasure him and how honored I was to have his come inside me.

I could hear Blaine softly telling Big Dirk similar thanks. Then Big Dirk kissed Blaine quite passionately. He turned to Master Beryl.

"Please forgive us, Master Beryl, for not asking permission but you looked like you had just stepped through the gates of heaven."

"Did he give you a good fuck, Son?"Big Beryl asked Dirk.

"God, yes, Sir, I have to admit I've been wanting to get into Blaine for several years now and he was every bit as good as I imagined. Beau, you really turned us both on. I'm gonna' buy a ticket from your Master for a ride in the future if I can talk him into it. I know your Master has found the right slave, Son."

"Well, once more I'm amazed." said my Master as he hugged me and kissed me. "Okay, you two slaves get in the shower. The guys are gonna' have breakfast ready in a minute and we haven't done anything to help them." Blaine and I padded off to the shower. I locked the bathroom door behind us.

"I saw that!" said Blaine. "And, I know why you did it."

"Okay! Okay, you've got my number but I just have to taste it." He threw his head back and laughed at me.

"Damn it, I wanted to taste it, too. I've always wondered what bear come would taste like?"

"Well, let me suck it out and we'll share it."

"Now that's what I call cooperation, my hero, and that name was never more apt than now. You better hurry. It's starting to come down the chute." I got on my knees and started receiving Big Dirk's come in my mouth, lapping it with my tongue. When I had a good bit of it in my mouth I stood and kissed Blaine transferring approximately half of it to him.

"Damn, that's not bad." Said Blaine

"Yeah, it's sweeter than most I've tasted but it has a nice robust after taste. Almost like you would imagine a wild animal would taste."

"There's more coming down, I want another shot."

"Me, too." I collected another bigger mouth full this time and shared it with my Bro. We were like two wine buyers in Napa sampling the latest vintage. We laughed at our silliness and then got in the shower. Blaine held me, I held him and for no reason we both started crying. We weren't unhappy. It just hit us at the same time how lucky we were to be alive, together and enjoying each other. I truly felt like he had become my brother and would remain so for the rest of our lives. I was glad we had found each other.

"I love you so much, Blaine." He sobbed deeply as I held him tight.

"I'm not easy to love, I know you mean it and it's like gold to me, my little brother. Like Breed, how can I ever thank you for my life? How can I ever tell you how much you mean to me."

"If I hadn't found you, what I did to get you guys out of those cages would have remained repressed memories and never would have understood the importance of it. I think I know what you're feeling. If I couldn't, who could? I will have to say, as I watched Dirk fucking you, I wanted to be you. That was so fucking hot. Think dad would ever let me try you again?"

"Are you kidding? You have a Blaine cunt gold card; anytime, anywhere. He and I have all ready talked about it. If it helps you resolve some things and whether you might want yourself reassigned it's here for you."

"Gees! That's special! Tell me, how was Big Dirk? Did it feel like you had a bear inside you?"

"Well, there's no fuck better than my old man. You should know."

"He's pretty fucking awesome, Bro!" I agreed with Blaine.

"I knew the first night he got that huge thing in me I would be a slave to that piece of meat for the rest of my life but Big Dirk was not to damn shabby. He was one of the only men other than dad that's come close to filling me up. He's fatter than dad and sure set me off when my inverted cock started to swell inside."

"Listen to us. We're talking like two old whores."

"Well....?" Said Blaine and we both were laughing as a knock came on the door. I opened it and Master Earl came in to bathroom.

"Breakfast is almost ready guys. I'll be out in a minute slave. Get your collar and plug ready for me."

"Yes, Master."

Part II ~ The Good Shepherd

And when the good shepherd had gathered together the flock he discovered that one was missing. He left the Ninety and Nine and went into the wilderness to find the one that had strayed.~ A parable of Jesus Christ~

There was still things that needed to be done to get breakfast for everyone. Oscar ran the kitchen like an Army General and didn't submit to any Master who dared try to cross into no man's land, as Oscar deemed the kitchen area. Allen and Billy were busy getting food together under Oscar's watchful eye. He was like a conductor of a symphony orchestra. Never missed a cue and everyone played together. Loudly!

Everyone was in great spirits as we sat down on the patio to eat. No one bothered to dress. It was late in the morning and everyone was finishing their coffee when the engine of a Harley stopped in the car port of Master's house. I was helping Allen and Billy clean up the dishes in the kitchen. Master Earl was in the kitchen with us and opened the door to the car port.

I couldn't recognize the riders until the driver took his helmet off. My God! It was Sam. In full leather. Was he hot? Son of a bitch! My boss transformed into a vision of masculine biker pulchritude. From now own, when I called him "Master Sam" it would be with a greater respect. I was prepared to start now. The man behind him was an incredibly handsome Japanese man with a close cut flat top. He obviously worked out and was in top condition.

"Sam! Yoshie!" Master Earl held his arms out to both. Sam hugged, slapped Master Earl on the back and kissed him on the neck. Yoshie dropped to his knees and kissed Master Earl's boots. Master earl gave him his hand, Yoshie took it and kissed the back then put it to his forehead in the ritual manner.

"Rise, slave Yoshie and let us share love." Yoshie jumped up and threw his arms around Master Earl and gave him a big kiss. "Yoshie! It's so good to see you again. I'm sorry I haven't had to two of you over sooner but it's so good to see you now. I promise it won't be so long next time."

"We understand, Master Earl, It's so good to see you again."

"Come in, come in, you're more than welcome."

I feel to my knees in front of Master Sam and kissed both his boots. I found his hand and smiled as I kissed it and placed it to my forehead.

"Get up here, Tiger, you handsome devil and show your Master and boss your love." I didn't hesitate. The first time I ever kissed my boss and I wasn't going to hold back. He didn't either as Yoshie giggled. "Beau, I'd like you to meet my slave-boy and love of my life, Yoshie. Yoshie, this is the young man that you have heard about now for over three years." I held Yoshie at arms length looking at him and he was smiling real big at me.

God, Master Sam, you never told me your nephew was such a stunningly handsome man." Yoshie threw his arms around my neck and kissed me.

"I've wanted to meet you for a long time, Beau, but dad here just wasn't sure if you were one of us."

"I told him if there was anyone in my life I would suspect being a Master it would be him. Sure enough, I was delightfully surprised. Come in and welcome to the both of you."

"Beau, would you show Yoshie where he could get undressed?"

"Certainly, Master Sam, you may want to later. Everyone's in the raw."

"Later then, Son."

"Yes, Sir, Master, come Yoshie." I took Yoshie to our bedroom and drew the blinds to the patio for some privacy.

"Would you mind waiting for me Beau and we'll go out together? It's a little easier for me if I'm with someone."

"I don't mind at all Yoshie and I certainly understand. It's been a little hard for me to get use to parading nude in front of everyone. Everyone out there is nude at the moment. I hope we're not too scarey for you." Yoshie laughed.

When Yoshie took his clothes off and turned around to face me I know I registered a look of shock. His body was perfect. I thought oriental men had small dicks? Not this oriental man! Yoshie was impressive.

He was bigger than me and perfectly formed. You could see every muscle in his abdomen and pectoral muscles. Enough to make Billy cry in his prime. He saw my admiration and smiled as he held out his arms to me. He didn't have to ask twice and I was holding him.

"Goddamn, Yoshie, you are a fucking beautiful man."

"You ain't so bad yourself, Beau. Dad comes home and tells me another Beau and Jake story every day and has us both in stitches. Tells me it's all he can do to keep from going around your bay and playing with your plug with his boot." We both laughed. "He thinks the world of you, Beau, and would go to the wall for you."

"He all ready has, Yoshie."

"Beau, you've gotta' tell me later about Jake. I think he is the sexiest devil I've seen in a long time. To think, my brother slave is getting to ride that Italian stallion. Woooah! Makes me weak in the knees." We roared with laughter.

"You got it love, tell you anything you want to know. Jake is a love."

"Oh, and thanks Beau."

"What for?" Yoshie turned around and bent slightly so I could see his ass. He was wearing a new plug exactly the same size as mine. Again we fell out laughing, "Wait here and I'll get your Master. My boss-man Master." We laughed as I walked away to get Sam.

Master Earl got Sam a cup of coffee and led him to the patio.

"Son of a bitch, Sam Jenkins." Master Beryl yelled. Blaine jumped up to follow his Master. "How long has it been, Sam? Three, four years?"

"Almost four years, I'd guess, you old reprobate. Give me a hug."

"Give you more than that." Master Beryl laughed and kissed him as well. "We've missed you. You better have a damn good reason for ignoring us." He laughed.

"I think I do, Beryl." Blaine dropped in front of him and went through the Master/slave ritual.

"God, Master Sam, it's so damn good to see you again and you look great. You've been working out.

"Thanks for noticing, Blaine. I've had too to keep up with my new slave.

"New slave?" Beryl and Blaine asked together. "Where is he?"

"Beau took him to get undressed. He'll be out in a minute. I walked to the sliding doors and motioned to Master Sam to follow me.

"Excuse me gentlemen and I'll fetch my new slave for you to meet. I led Sam into our bedroom and Yoshie was ready with collar and leash.

"You ready, Son? Yoshie fell to his knees and kissed each of Sam's big boots gently and lovingly. I got a big lump in my throat. When he kissed Sam's hand, his Master spoke gently.

"Rise...." He looked deep into his handsome slave's dark brown eyes and spoke softly. "I love you so much and I'm very proud of you."

"I love you, too, Master and I'll walk behind you with the pride I feel in being your possession."

I followed them to the patio as Master Sam led his gorgeous slave, Yoshie, on his leash. More than one mouth dropped to the patio deck. The old man and Blaine broke down in tears of joy and took several minutes to compose themselves. Then they were all over Yoshie. Fuck rituals! The lost lamb had been found. There was not a dry eye on the deck including the big, rough, tough, bear.

Allen had to get him several napkins to wipe his eyes and runny snout. Everyone was hugging Sam and Yoshie. It was like two long lost family members had finally come home and everyone was ready to kill the fatted calf. They were family in the truest sense of the word. They had returned to the fold.

The old man, the good shepherd, felt his heart was at peace. A resolve of a long held emotional doubt like the final three/five chord resolve of a Bach chorus that finally nails the dominant to the soul. The resolution of peace to the soul that has brought more than one non-believer to their knees. Some to asked, "Was there a God before Bach? Did God created Bach or did Bach reinvent God?"

"Sam, my friend, my brother. If I tried to consider a Master for Yoshie, I couldn't have come up with someone better than you. I'm thrilled and had no idea. Did you Blaine?"

"No Dad, never crossed my mind. I agree! Master Sam is the best, Yoshie. You always have been a fine looking brother slave but you lucked out when you caught Master Sam's eye." Yoshie smiled at Blaine and nodded his agreement.

"You're finishing med school, Yoshie?" Big Beryl asked him.

"Yes, Master Beryl, I have three months of school and then I enter Queen of Angels intern program."

"Damn, Yoshie, we're so proud of you. I don't need to ask if you're happy." Yoshie threw his arms around the old man and kissed him hard.

"Does that tell you, my good hearted Master?" Old Beryl started crying again and Yoshie held him tight.

"Thank you, Son, Blaine and I hoped we did the right thing."

"You did! You did and I have the two of you to thank for my happiness." He reached over and grabbed Blaine and pulled him to the both of them.

"I always wondered what it would be like to have a good, kind, and loving Master. I saw you and Blaine and was so heart sick that I couldn't have what you shared. It was because of your love for each other I found the strength to walk away from Breed. I was so much in love with him, I wouldn't have had the strength by myself. You helped me see that the situation could have been fatal for me."

"I kept telling Dad we did the right thing but he's never felt quite right about the situation. Breed wanted you to know he knows it wasn't your fault. He still loves you. I know you still love him but you have a much better life with Master Sam. Put the past behind you. Breed is on the road to recovery thanks to Dad, me and most of all Beau."

Blaine went on to explain the epiphany that Breed experienced with Beau. Yoshie was agog. He seemed relieved that Breed found some peace and wished him well. Yoshie's new found happiness with Master Sam had no room for hatred for Breed or the past.

"Breed left last Monday on an Ace of Clubs run to the Nevada's and is planning to go on several other runs after that. He's on the rode to find himself and I think he will. Blaine and I go over to his place every day to check on things. He has a buddy he's known from several other runs and they're riding together.

I think Breed has strong feelings for this man but he's a rough and rugged hard charging Master. You think Breed was mean. This guy makes Breed look like Mother Theresa. He doesn't say much but when he does he means it and it's not to be questioned. Nobody knows what the guys real name is but everyone calls him Captain Nemo.

I doubt seriously Breed would ever sub for him. Maybe that's what he needs, to learn what being a slave is all about?" We all laughed at Big Beryl's estimation. "Sam, don't stay away any more. We can work around Breed. Besides, he's changed a lot and is so embarrassed by what he did he's making real efforts to make amends. He's been in therapy for almost two years now. I wouldn't let him do anything to you or Yoshie."

"We'll be more available. Especially since Yoshie won't have quite the hectic schedule he did going to school. He worked his ass off and got through med school in record time. With a 4.0 grade average, I might add. I thought you'd like a doctor in the family, old man."

"We just want the two of you back in our lives. We've missed you both, and I agree, you had a damn good reason to stay away. We love you for it."

The doorbell rang and I went to answer. I looked out the peep hole and saw it was a fine looking older man that I didn't recognize. I opened the door wide with no thought to being nude. The gentleman looked me up and down and smiled a bright smile.

"You must be Beau."

"Yes, Master, I am, won't you please come in and I'll get my Master. May I give him your name, Sir?"

"Certainly, Son, I'm Bertram Dundee." About that time Master Earl walked into the living room.

"Master Earl, may I present Master Bertram Dundee. Master Dundee this is my good Master, Earl D. Shaw." The two men shook hands and Master Earl placed his hand upon the big man's shoulder and spoke.

"Welcome to our home, good Master. Our hearts are gladdened by your presence."

"I thank you good Master and this Master comes with peace and love and offers good fortune to those who dwell here in."

"Master Dundee, may I present my slave, Beau. Beau?" Master snapped his fingers and I fell to Master Dundee feet and kissed his boots in ritual. He held his hand for me and I kissed it then put it to my forehead.

"Come to me, my young, well mannered slave and show me love." I threw my arms around his neck and he surprised me by meeting my lips and kissing me dead on. It was a good kiss, too.

"Oscar's on the patio." said Master Earl.

"Beau, will you get him for Master Dundee?"

"Please gentlemen, Master Bert will do fine."

Certainly, Master Bert." I left to get Oscar. I whispered to Oscar that his potential new Master was here. Then I quietly chastised him.

"Why the Hell didn't you tell us he's that damn good looking?" Oscar just chortled as he moved quickly to the living room with Billy on his heels. Getting a better look at Master Bert as Oscar and Billy paid their respects I was impressed by his size and physical condition of the big man. He wore levis, a finely made heavy leather vest and a beautiful heavy pair of biker boots. He had a full beard and mustache much like Master Jeb's. Master Earl got him a cup of coffee and we all headed for the patio.

"Master Bert!" Big Beryl hollered to Bert. The two big men hugged and kissed each other and Blaine fell in front of him for his ritual. Master Bert hugged and kissed Blaine and began to meet everyone else. Master Earl grabbed me by the arm and led me back into the house as three more Harley's arrived on Master Earl's car port.

These three had to park on the small siding next to his car port. Master Earl went out to greet the riders Big Jim , Master Jeb and two more people I hadn't met. I assumed they were Master Earl's friend Master Claymore and his slave. I remained in the kitchen with no clothes on as Master had asked me to start getting food ready for the afternoon.

I greeted Master Jeb and Master Claymore in the kitchen. Master Claymore was about my size and age with a fine cut beard and moustache. He was ruggedly handsome and built like a fire plug. Sturdy, utilitarian, and close to the ground. He had a thick neck and a ruddy complection like he might have been of Scottish descent.

His slave, Zane, was a smaller version except his body was more finely developed. He could have been a competition body builder. Master Earl took over and showed Master Claymore to the patio to introduce him around. He relegated Billy to show Zane where he might remove his clothes.

The last to enter with an arm full of chips and beer was my other love, my giant. We had a few minutes alone in the kitchen where I gratefully fell to my knees to get a good taste of his big boots. I kissed his hand but he didn't wait for me to complete the ritual. He grabbed me up to him with my one hand as his other big arm went around my waist.

He lifted me off the floor looked me in the eyes and slowly lowered me to his waiting lips. I was resting on his massive chest drinking in his love and he mine. One hand was on one of my butt cheeks and he gently moved it over until he could play with my plug as he kissed me further. Master Earl walked back in the kitchen.

"Huh, have you two met?" He asked innocently. We both laughed. I was embarrassed. Big Jim set me down as old swinger stood straight up rock hard. My Master didn't miss it either. Big Jim grabbed Master Earl.

"Prepare yourself, Master, I'm gonna' do something I've wanted to do for a long time." Then he gently but forcefully kissed Master Earl. I was surprised Master Earl kissed him back with equal passion.

"Thank you Master Jim, I needed that right now." We all laughed again.

"Thank's for inviting me, Earl, I'm looking forward to the afternoon. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Well, I think we have enough people getting stuff ready but later if you want to man the barbeque you may. Nobody's gonna' argue with a cook your size."

"Great, just let me know." Master Earl got Big Jim a beer and took him out to the patio to introduce him to those he didn't know. He grabbed Billy and Blaine to help in the kitchen. He showed them what to do then led me off by my leash to our bedroom. He closed the door after us. He put his arms around me and hugged me. I hugged him back.

"Is everything all right, Master?"

"Couldn't be better, slave, I just needed to feel close to my boy for a minute."

"Damn, that's sweet, Master. Can your boy please have a kiss?" He didn't say a word but gave me the best kiss he ever had since we'd met. I felt the love in the man's entire soul come through and I drank it in like a man who had been deprived of water for five days.

"Beau, I want to say something to you."

"Yes, Master?"

"I appreciate you being honest with me about Big Jim. It would be harder for me if you hadn't but because you were honest with me I have no problem with your love for him or his for you. In fact, I'm just a little proud of it because I know if I need someone to leave you with that would truly care for you, it will be Big Jim and Master Jeb and, of course, the old man and Blaine." He chuckled, "I don't know about that though. The two of you teaming up against that poor old man, I shudder to think."

"Don't kid yourself, Master, that old man could handle us with one hand behind his back." We both fell out laughing. About that time the door slowly opened and the old man's head peaked through. Master Earl and I started laughing all over again and poor Beryl was mystified.

"Come on you two. Time to party. Lots of time for intimacy later. Oh by the way, Beau, can I have just a little before we go?" What a clown. I hugged him and we walked out to the kitchen laughing. Big Beryl looked like an elephant with a misplaced trunk. I got back to the kitchen and resumed my job. Dirk brought Allen by his leash into the kitchen.

"Beau, I'm volunteering my slave for KP duty. Work him 'til his little fingers are nubs and don't get to close, Beau, you're like a magnet to him. I've had to hold his leash all morning to give you some peace." The Big Bear laughed at his joke and handed Allen's leash to me. I took it and grabbed Allen.

"We know better, don't we Bro?"

"No, I'm afraid dad's right this time. I really like you Beau and like to be around you." I picked him up and sat him on the counter and looked him in the eyes.

"That's the sweetest, most honest thing anyone's ever said to me, little Brother, and you can stick to me like glue, you're not gonna' bother me a bit." He threw his little arms around me, hugged me and then jumped down.

"What can I do to help, Bro?" He asked. I sat him to the task I was doing and went to get some more chicken from the fridge in the garage. When I returned Zane had joined the group and was helping Allen. Allen turned to Zane and spoke. "Isn't Beau gorgeous for a slave? He should be a Master."

"I thought he was." said Zane.

"No, no, he's Master Earl's new slave."

"And, proud of it..!" I interrupted over their shoulders. I had never heard someone else frame the words in that way but it struck a chord in me that resounded to my roots. I ran them over in my mind.

"He's Master Earl's slave." I was becoming his property. I was becoming known as an extension of his world and belonged therein. I had never felt that way before in my life. It was another of many epiphanies that had occurred to me in the last few weeks. Master Jeb would say that I had come a log way from the screwed up kid that he first met. I only had one more week before entering training. I was growing so attached to Master Earl I was beginning to wonder if I could make it without him. I would have to and so would he. It would be harder if he wasn't so supportive of training.

The afternoon progressed smoothly. Everyone seemed to have a good time. There was tons of food and anything anyone wanted to drink. I was surprised that no one seemed to get drunk. People were in and out of the pool. I ended up with Allen trailing around after me all afternoon. I didn't mind.

Allen was so fucking lovable it was like having a kid brother tagging along. You couldn't get upset with him. His fascination was honest and he didn't bother to hide it. If Allen loved you, it wasn't half way. That's why the bear loved him. He would never find a woman to worship him the way Allen did.

After everyone was fed, I ended up in the pool with Master Jeb, Allen, Master Earl, Beryl, Blaine and Big Jim. By this time everyone had their clothes off. Sam relaxed after a couple of drinks and came out of the house with no clothes. I thought I'd shit in the water. He had a huge dick. What's with these Masters? Maybe that's why they end up as Masters. He and Yoshie got in the pool and swam over to us. I winked at Yoshie.

"Huh, Boss, until a few minutes ago I was convinced that you got the best end of the deal with Yoshie for a slave; however, seeing you walk out of the house a minute ago I now feel that Yoshie got as sweet a deal as you did." Yoshie raised his eye brows and grabbed hold of Sam around the neck from behind and floated in the water.

"When Master Sam bought me I had never been with him sexually. We went to dinner a couple of times but I couldn't tell much about him physically. That first night we went to bed and he turned around after dropping his pants I thought I was going to faint. After that night I couldn't get the smile off my face for a week.

I wanted to hang the sheets off the balcony of our bedroom like they do in Italy the night after." They were very much in love and guarded it with zeal.

I began to recount several stories of Jake and me to Yoshie. A crowd gathered to listen to my story of Jake fucking my plug not knowing it was in me and my shooting twice. Yoshie was in stitches.

"When Master Sam told me that story with the boot print being upside down, I never laughed so hard in my life. That poor man didn't have a clue."

"Don't kid yourself. My Dad Jake's, brain is up in lights. He's no dummy. He had the whole thing figured out before afternoon break. That's how we got involved." I went into further detail about our relationship and how much Jake had come to mean to me.

"Well, the two of you are good for each other. Before you came to the shop Jake barely got by. Didn't have much incentive to work harder to get ahead. He put you through a lot of shit when we first took you on. I wanted to see who would break first, you or him. I wasn't going to let anything happen to you but I watched closely. I wouldn't have put up with the shit he put you through but you beat him at his on game so subtly you won him over. Taught him how to be a human being at the same time. I use to come home and stomp around and tell Yoshie, 'You won't believe what that son of a bitch made that kid do today!'"

"Yeah!" said Yoshie, "Not once but many times."

"I never, once, saw you get angry at him. I always saw you do a better job than he expected. He couldn't figure you out. So he figured he'd cut you out by the heavy kidding. Well, you gave it back to him as good and many times better than he could. Even the secretaries in the office have their favorite Jake/Beau story.

All those times you heard the office staff breaking up someone was telling their favorite Jake/Beau story. So you see, Kid, I can't let you go. The two of you working together is like watching endless reruns of Abbott and Costello movies." Sam roared with laughter. "That afternoon Jake came in to ask if the two of you could get off thirty minutes early I knew he was going to go fuck you. Didn't I come home and tell you that, Yoshie?"

"He did, Beau! He was worried that it might change your relationship."

"It did!" said Sam, "It changed it into something even better. Jake has become a first class employee and Beau got rid of the weakest link in our staff last Thursday. Not only fired the little son of a bitch but beat the crap out of him as well."

"Please, Sam, I'm not real proud of that. I could have handled it in a more mature manner."

"Mature, hell, kid, if he'd said to me what he did to you he wouldn't have walked out of the damn place."

"Well, I just don't want you to think I handle all situation with violence."

"If I thought that you wouldn't be shop foreman right now, Beau. If you hadn't been violent with Jake the last three years, I really didn't think you could be provoked to violence. Boy was I wrong! I've never seen a fairy get her wings clipped faster than you did Tom's. I didn't think the four of us was going to get you off of him. Did you see the two shiners he had the next morning? Improved his looks by fifty percent. Made him look like a man. I was in a great mood that afternoon. Yoshie hadn't seen me that happy after work in some time. He even got a little."

"Yeah! Thanks for that, Beau. Was a good one, too." Yoshie smiled at me.

Master Jeb was listening to all this an been quiet but had managed to come up behind me and slip his arms around my front and nuzzle me with his wonderful full beard. I reach my hand back to scratch his head.

"I think our new slave is going to be a fine addition to our family."

"I have no doubt." Said Sam.

Oscar's new friend, Master Bert felt comfortable with our group. He and Beryl knew each other from years ago. He and Master Jeb met several times before. He was a gentle man that seemed truly interested in Oscar. Billy was happy for his friend but you could tell he would feel the loss of his companion. Bert took off his clothes with everyone else and was a fine looking, generously endowed Master.

Everyone got into the mood and spirit of celebration. For Yoshie and Sam returning to the fold and for Master Earl and me finding each other. Finally, for me entering into my new life as a slave. Master Earl and I had a chance to talk with Oscar and Master Bert in the pool.

"Oscar told me that he and Billy feel you may be a 'natural slave' young man." Master Bert said to me.

"I didn't know what to think when I first heard the term, Master Bert, but I've been assured by almost all our group that it's a good thing. I hope it may be true." Master Bert smiled at me.

"Beau, I had a 'natural slave' for years that was the joy of my life. I had him neutered before I ever brought him home. He spent his first week in the vet's clinic who was a member of our group. He hadn't expected to be neutered but knew by the contract he signed it might be a possibility. He never objected for a moment and willingly submitted to the vet the evening I took him in.

He knew when I handed the vet his leash that he was going to loose everything. He adjusted better than I could have ever expected and submitted to my further training with pride and dignity. In thirty two years of being my slave he never once said a bad word to me for having him cut. Until the day he died he maintained dignity and pride in being my slave.

I can recognize a 'natural slave" among people who have never heard the term. Oscar here is definitely a 'natural slave' and so is Billy. I knew the minute you opened the door for me and the pride you radiated you, too, are a 'natural slave.' You'll be a great joy to Master Earl.

If I ever had any doubt, when you introduced me to your Master and him to me as if you had known me for a life time was the final act that tipped the scale. You made me feel like an expected , welcome member of your

family and further made me feel like a respected Master.

You know, Beau, a man doesn't become a Master just because he announces to the world that he is one. It isn't handed from Master to Master. It takes a slave to recognize him as such and find him worthy of trust to call him his Master. You made me feel that again young man and I have something to say to your Master in front of you." Master Earl had his arms around me playing with my cock and balls in the water. He kissed me behind the ear as I gently rubbed his big hands holding my manhood. Master Bert continued.

"I'm from the old school of Masters that believed that a boy couldn't be fully trained to be a good slave unless he was neutered. After living with my slave all those years, who was a natural as well, there were many times I wished I never had him cut. I never expressed that to him. I didn't want to undermine his determined adjustment and dignity.

I'm not trying to tell anyone what to do but simply provide your good Master with my experience and regrets. Please don't misunderstand my motives but to be honest Master Earl, your intended slave boy has done exactly what I was warned he would do."

"And that is Master Bert....?" My Master inquired.

"He stole my heart." Oscar, Master Earl and I laughed.

"He has that effect on a lot of people Master Bert and I appreciate you sharing your experience and wisdom with us."

"You want to take it from there, my slave-boy."

"Yes, Sir, Master." I replied respectfully, "Thank you for the kind words, Master Bert. I haven't been around this group that long but I'm getting better at knowing who deserves to be called a Master and who might be playing at it.

I try to show equal respect to both out of respect and love for my Master who wishes me to be his good, well met slave. I would be dishonoring him to make a decision that someone didn't deserve to be shown my respect as a Master. When I opened the door, I knew immediately you were the expected Master my brother Oscar had invited.

I also knew that you deserved to be called Master and not be shown pedestrian respect. As far as my Master's choice of modifying my body, I can't become his slave without giving him that option. I'm not entering in to slavery as a 'try it for a while to see if I like it' situation. I have to make a commitment.

If Master Earl is going to make a commitment to make a claim for me then I have to become his total slave. I know he wants the same because we've discussed it. I won't be gambling on his love and goodness that he may not choose to remove them, I fully understand it's his decision to make. I will make the best of it, serve him and love him none the less.

It would be a small price to pay to be owned, love , honor, and obey this handsome Master. Your words may or may not have an influence on him but I appreciate you sharing with us. It tells me you care enough to express an opinion whether it be popular or not. In a way, it was a brave thing to do. Something, that only a true Master might do in admitting that he had changed his mind. Thank you Master Bert, for that."

Master Bert grabbed me away from Master Earl gently and pulled me to him.

"Master Earl, he truly is a 'natural slave' and you, Sir, are a very lucky man." Master Bert kissed me gently and hugged the both of us. Whether he took Oscar for his slave or not, the man would be welcome in my Master's home anytime.

Part III ~ Time After Time

"Now that, more nearest even your fate and mine (or any truth beyond preceive) Quivers this miracle of summer nights

Her trillion secrets touchably alive

While all mysteries which I or you (blinded by merely things beliveable) Could only fancy we should never know Are unimaginably our's to feel"

Canto 47 ~ Slaves Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous

The party lasted until the early evening. Everyone seemed to be having a good time and no one was in a rush to leave. We retired to the tables and chairs on the patio. Master Claymore was telling a story of a run that he and Zane had been on where a fat biker woman developed a crush on Zane, insisting she had to have him.

Zane graciously explained to her that he was a gay man and in a Master/slave relationship with Master Claymore. She knew she could change him. Give her a chance. Poor Zane was at his wits end and as he told the story Master Claymore was not helping much. He was sitting back waiting for the inevitable. Zane came to his Master almost in tears.

"What am I going to do, Master Wolf? She insists that she get into my pants. She won't leave me alone." He pleaded.

"Well, tell her that since I own you that she must go through me." Zane carefully explained to her what his Master had told him. She was undaunted and rushed to seek out Master Claymore.

"Zane tells me I have to ask you to get him in bed?"

"That's right." He replied.

"Well, I've asked! Now, I'm taking him to bed."

"Not so fast, Brunhilda! What do I get in return for you getting pleasure from my property?"

"Your property, huh?" She snorted in disgust. "He's not your property, I don't see no anchor tied to his ass. You men bikers think you can have slaves. That's a laugh. Unless you haven't heard lately, Brother, slavery is against the law in this country."

"You're right, forced slavery is against the law. There are no laws against consensual slavery. Ask Zane if he's a slave and who's his Master?"

"Oh, you've just got the poor boy brainwashed. He doesn't need your permission." Zane overheard all this and got really angry because he was proud of being a slave to his Master.

"All right, you're not going to say another mean thing to my Master. With his permission I'll go with you right now, we'll get this out of the way but you must promise never to bother us again!"

"Oh baby, once you've had me you won't want to go back to him."

"We'll see!" Replied Zane. Master Wolf winked at Zane as he followed the big woman off to her tent. Master Claymore began to count "one thousands." One, one thousand. Two, one thousand. Three, one thousand. By the time he got to twelve, one thousand, there arose a loud piercing scream from Porky's tent.

"My God, you're a woman!" She screamed at the top of her voice. "Get out! Get out of my tent, you freak!" Zane walked out zipping up his pants laughing and ran to his Master's arms where they both had a good laugh. She never bothered either of them again. She did , however, look at Master Wolf with a new respect and interest. She couldn't be convinced that he was a gay man. Gay men don't like pussy. Do they? Poor thing never solved her personal conundrum.

"I can't remember a time when we've had a better afternoon. We have new young brothers in our family and older beloved ones returning." said Big Beryl. " I hope we can have many more. It's been a relaxing, enjoyable time. It's too bad we don't have a crystal ball to see what the future might bring."

"Maybe we do." said Master Jeb quietly. Master Earl looked at me and smiled. Master Jeb continued, "I brought something with me I was going to try a psychic test with our new, young slave. I wanted an audience to verify whatever might happen. We can tell you all these mysterious things that have occurred and if you don't see for yourselves you think, 'They're exaggerating.' I'll return in a minute and we shall see." We all waited and he returned with a cigar box and set it on the table before me.

"Beau has no idea what I've placed in this box. No one here knows what or when I put it in this box. I want to see if he can tell us what's in the box."

"Beau, can you tell me what's in the box?"

"No, Sir, I have no idea."

"Touch the box but don't pick it up or move it." I smiled like I didn't expect anything. I touched the box and felt a jolt go through my body like an electric shock. It was like the people before me faded away and I was in Nam again sitting at a table across from Wes and we were playing cards. My deck of cards. Not ordinary cards. They had funny pictures on them. A jester on top of a mound. A man on a cross upside down. A skeleton. They were tarot cards. My tarot cards I gave to Wes. I blinked twice and everyone was looking at me funny.

"How long was I gone?" I asked quietly.

"A couple of minutes." said Master Jeb. "You know what's in the box, don't you?"

"Yes, Master Jeb, I don't know how but I do. I haven't seen them in nine or ten years."

"So everyone will know, tell us what "them" is."

"My deck of tarot cards I gave Wes in Nam."

"Wasn't a trick folks! He had no idea Wes left these cards with me years ago telling me the story of Beau giving them to him. He insisted that I carry them in my pocket when I went out to the bars looking for him and I would find him. I thought Wes was a little 'wiggy' and didn't take them the first three times I went out.

The next time I put them in my pocket and saw Beau the minute I walked in the first bar. I haven't shared this story with anyone but Jim before we came today. I think Jim has become a believer in certain talents we think Beau has. He arrived at his belief separately as has Earl, Oscar and Billy. Beryl and Blaine also believe. They've witnessed it. Where it comes from and why we don't know. One thing we've found and Beau will agree that this talent seems to manifest itself stronger in this house than anywhere else. He seems to think it's because Wes's spirit is still strong. Maybe we can find out."

"Take the cards out, Son." I opened the box took out the deck of cards from the box. I took them out of their cover. Memories came rushing back to me in a flood. It was almost too much. I dropped the cards and they went everywhere. I sat back in my chair like I had been shot.

"That powerful?" Big Beryl asked me, concerned.

"You know, Dad, I was more skeptical than all of you put together until I touched those cards."

"You don't have to go on if it's too much, Beau!" Master Earl strongly stated.

"No, I want to know, too. You know what we talked about last night, Master? I'm not afraid anymore." Everyone helped gather the cards and set them before me. I picked them up and shuffled. The pictures were as strong but I was able to pick and choose those I wanted to let through.

"Wes and I invented a game using the tarot cards. It was the only cards I could find when I got over there and I put them away after I got a deck of 'Bicycles.' Wes learned the arcana and their divinations. Then he taught them to me. I still remember them.

"How do you suggest we proceed, Master Jeb?"

"Can you read the cards for individuals or couples?"

"Either, I should think." I replied.

"Okay, let's try couples first. Master Bert, Oscar? You wanna' go first?"

"Sure!" said Master Bert. "Sit down, Sweetheart." He said gently to Oscar, who blushed. I laid the cards out in the classic manner. I immediately saw their future in the cards. The good, the bad and the mundane. How much should I tell them?

"How much should I tell?" I asked no one in particular, "This could be good and bad. My reading the cards and revealing too much might influence the future."

"Proceed in a passive manner, Son. Let them ask you questions. If you feel comfortable answering, then do so. If not, decline. You don't have to give a reason why. We'll leave that to your judgement."

"Master Bert, what questions would you ask the cards?"

"Does Oscar wish to become my slave? To have me own him for the rest of his life? To serve me, to honor me, to obey me, to love me and be loved by me?" Oscar had tears in his eyes and hugged the big man with his arm around him. There was a silence from everyone you could cut with a knife waiting for an answer from the cards. I breathed deeply and let out an audible sigh.

"My good and generous Master," I answered at last, "You don't need an answer from the tarot cards for those questions. Look into the eyes of the handsome slave that sits next to you in adoration." The silence from everyone was stunning as Master Bert slowly turned to look Oscar in the eyes. He saw his answer framed in Oscars handsome, blushing face.

"In front of these assembled members of your Family I make a claim for you my beloved slave. How do you answer?" Oscar answered choking back tears of happiness.

"I acknowledge your claim, my gracious Master. I'm totally unworthy of your attention but I'm filled with your love and need to claim me. With my family as witness, I will ask my fellow eunuch slave Billy and my chosen family Master, Master Jeb, to give me to you into permanent slavery in the ceremony of property transference. I would be proud to be your property and to call you Master." There was not a dry eye on the deck. There went up a cheer that probably woke up Marilyn. If it didn't, I'm sure she smiled.

"Then I have one further question for the cards, my handsome young slave."

"The cards await your question, Master."

"How many children will we have?" Uproarious laughter from the crowd. I held up my hand for silence.

"There is an answer in the cards. The cards do not lie. You will have three children. They will know you both as their parents and Billy as their uncle. They will give you great love and you will receive immeasurable love from them. You will both grow into old age and pass surrounded by their love.

It will be carried with you into your new life and increase both your spirits and love for each other. Love, once born, never dies. That is the hope for resurrection. The love we have given birth to will never die but take on a new form when we pass over. It is the order of the universe created by the Great Spirit. It will be so."

Master Bert looked at me in amazement. Oscar was a believer, he knew I spoke the truth. The rest were hushed in the revelation of the cards. Another pregnant silence ensued. I spoke quietly.

"Next?" It broke the silence and several people laughed including Master Beryl and Jeb.

"Well done, Son." Said Master Beryl followed by approval from all. I shuffled the cards again. Master Bert leaned over grabbed my face gently between his huge hands and kissed me on the forehead.

"I owe you a lot, young slave. You and your good Master will always be welcome in our home. As will all this family that I hope to become a part of through ownership."

"You owe me nothing, Master Bert, you have a good heart and have just collected another that can only enhance your own. May the Great Spirit guide your steps as you lead your new slave into tomorrow."

"Here! Here! That sentiment goes for all of us!" said Big Dirk. Master Earl looked at me with wonder. His eyes wet with moisture. Big Jim glanced at me and quickly glanced away least I see what was in his heart. Too late! I saw! I loved him, too. Master Jeb had a pleased parental look on his face.

He positively glowed with pride and confirmation of his psychic suspicions. Big Beryl's face just said, "Son, I want to fuck you so bad it hurts!" Blaine's face said, "For God sake let him! I won't hear about anything else for the next fucking month." I laughed at all the messages and signals I was getting.

I smiled at Big Beryl, sweetly. "I would like that, too, Master but you must ask my Master's permission first." He blushed a deep beet red color and Blaine couldn't stop laughing because he knew I had received both thoughts loud and clear. Everyone picked up on Beryl's embarrassment and made him blush more by all the laughter.

"Okay, swami slave! Me and Blaine next! Read 'em!" Ordered Master Beryl. Blaine moved in near his Master. I finished shuffling the cards and moved them to Big Beryl to cut. He cut them into three stacks and re-stacked them into one. I shuffled again. I pushed them to Blaine to cut. He followed his Master's lead and cut them the same way. I took them and laid them out in the customary order.

"What questions do you have for the cards, Master?"

"Will my slave and I continue to grow closer in our love?"

"Why would you ask the cards a question you can have the answer to the same way Master Bert found his? Look in your slave in the eyes and your question will be answered in a heart beat." Again the crowd was silent.

Master Beryl turned slowly to look at his handsome slave who had tears running down his face. Blaine would not look at his Master. Big Beryl had to take his big paw, gently place it under his slave's chin and raise his face to look into his eyes. The entire audience saw the old man shook to the bottom of his being at what he saw in Blaine's eyes. He gently put his arms around his chosen one and spoke quietly but loud enough all could hear.

"You have become my slave. I never thought you would no matter how hard I tried to mold you or needed you to be. Let's have no more talk of striving to become the slave I need.

"I will always be your slave, Master. I was from the first night you patiently took me. I have been the worst of slaves and you have only been brutally patient with me. I realize what a lucky slave I am and I'll try harder to be the slave you need. I promise not to hide my leash any more." Every one broke up with laughter at Blaine's sincere honesty.

"You twit! You are the slave I need right now. If you got any more clingy and submissive, you'd drive me nuts. I love you more now than I ever have and I feel confident that you feel the same. Doesn't really matter," Beryl said with a twinkle in his voice, "I'll never give you your freedom anyway so you'll just have to make the best of it, love." Then he grabbed his beloved slave and kissed him passionately to cheers and backslaps from the crowd.

"Don't you have a question for the cards? Either of you? They are sitting here with things to tell you. One question?"

"Will we have children?" Blaine asked. The crowd didn't laugh this time.

"Yes, you already have three. There will be one more to enter your life that will become the crossover love that you both need. That love will join you in a unity that will be more comfortable than any love you've known between you. It will become the love of peace for growing old together. One of your current children will need your love more than you will ever know. Fate will deeply wound him. You will not turn your backs. You will save his life. You will nurse that child back to health. You will teach him to live and love again."

"How many years will that be?" Asked Big Beryl.

"Nine years ten months." I read in the cards. "You will become wealthy but the wealth will not influence your current way of life. It will give you greater means to help others which will be your greatest accomplishment. I see more but will not tell you. Suffice to say you have a long, happy, comfortable and loving life together. The cards also say that you will only have one true slave, Master Beryl. The others, myself included will be children to your union and the love there from."

The crowd was quiet again. They didn't know what to believe. The way I was delivering the information was as matter of fact as I could make it. The conclusions they might draw were left up to them.

"This is draining me. I can only do two more. Who will be next?"

Master Earl spoke. "Sam and Yoshie."

"Yeah, Sam and Yoshie!" agreed the rest. Sam was reticent but Yoshie was enthralled. They sat at the table before me as I shuffled the cards. I let them both cut the cards as they wanted and then laid them out.

"Questions?" I asked.

"Can you tell us the highlights?" Asked Yoshie

"Sure." I replied.

"Yoshie will graduate with honors this June. He will graduate Med/internship with honors pulse recommendations from every staff physician at Queen of Angels. He will do research on a disease that will run rampant through the gay community in the 80's ad 90's. His research will contribute to a cure or vaccine to this horrible disease.

Sam will have a kidney transplant in the early nineties. The operation will be performed by a doctor who will join the family this year under Yoshie's supervision. Someone on this deck will donate one of their kidneys to Sam. Sam is related to someone on this deck but neither know of their relationship. The transplant will be successful.

Sam will become owner of the shop in partnership with three others. Together they will be the controlling interest. They will expand the business and make a lot of money. Two of his partners he knows now and one he will meet soon. He's a native American. Wait a minute. No, this couldn't be right.

"What, Son?" Sam asked concerned.

"It says here you will meet him tomorrow. He will be Tom's replacement. He will be the most qualified for the job and he will become a major member of our family." There was a major silence. Master Jeb smiled at me and nodded knowingly. Big Jim's face went white. Sam's mouth dropped open and Yoshie pulled him closer.

"Go on, Son." Sam urged me.

"Between them, Sam and Yoshie will become two of the wealthiest members of this group. You will have two children, no wait! Damn, I didn't see that one. You will have three children in your life. Two will be children you will raise to maturity. A boy and a girl. The third, a boy, will be an adoption from a close associate.

They will bring you more joy than either of you might imagine and give your union purpose. They will bring great joy to Yoshie's parents as well. You will grow old together and have fulfilling loving lives. You will also take great joy and comfort from this family. You will also bring great comfort to someone on this deck in their darkest hour.

Within this year, Yoshie will run into Breed. Do not fear him. He will fall at your feet to ask your forgiveness. You will heal each other. You will recognize the love you had for each other and agree to never deny that love. You must not fear, Yoshie. Breed will have someone else when this happens and will not try to rekindle anything between you. He needs to hear you forgive him and you need to hear him say it was not your fault." Yoshie had tears running down his cheeks and Sam was comforting him.

"Thank you, Beau." said Master Sam, "While I usually don't take much stock in the paranormal, I think I believe what you just told us."

"Yes, thank you, Beau. I'll never forget your words. I plan to write them down after we get home. Kidney transplants are a long way off."

"I don't know where these pictures are coming from. I've never been able to do this sort of thing before and it may go tomorrow but what I told you is the truth as I have seen it in the cards. You're welcome. I have enough strength left for one more couple. Who will it be?"

"Would you read the cards for Dirk and I?" Asked Allen.

"Of course, little Brother, sit down, Daddy Bear." I motioned to Big Dirk.

"Daddy Bear, I like that." Laughed Allen.

"Sort a' do myself." Agreed the big man.

"Damn Beau, you have a way with sticking people with names." said Master Jeb, "That one's gonna' stick for sure." Everybody laughed.

"No, Master Jeb, that came from Master Dirk. That's what he calls himself." Dirk looked at me funny, smiled, then turned beet read. Everyone knew I nailed him. He nodded affirmative bashfully as the crowd went nuts laughing with him. I had been shuffling the cards and they had each cut the deck. I laid the cards out and was a bit surprised as to what they revealed.

"Questions, little Brother, Daddy Bear?" All laughed again.

"Like you read for Yoshie and Sam. The highlights."

"Okay, Allen will get pregnant and give birth to a twenty-five pound bear cub." Great laughter from all. "Just yanking your chain, little Brother. Here's what I really see in the cards. Your husband and Master will grow in stature in his work and with all who come to know him. He will become one of the most highly thought of members of this family and several years from now will become the recognized leader.

His goodness and straightforwardness will endear him to all. His honesty and devotion to you will be a model to all of how Master/slave relationships should work. Later, the two of you will leave Los Angeles for a more northern state where you will become ranchers. You will accumulate two children. One, a real child, the other a young man in need of finding a path in life. You will become fiercely protective of both and will see the child to a healthy well adjusted maturity.

The young man will be a great comfort to the both of you during some hard times. He will grow into a fine, honest, loving man. He will have a family of his own with many children that will know you as Big Grand Dad and Little Grand Dad. You will have much love around you the rest of your lives. You will be together most all your days."

I could see Big Dirk holding Allen tight around the shoulder and getting misty eyed Allen was hanging on to my every word with his mouth open.

"I have to stop there, Gentlemen, I'm exhausted. You'll have to forgive me. I can't read anymore. It's fading in strength. The pictures are not as clear." Master Earl moved to my side and had his arm around me.

"Your getting chilled." He said. The sun had gone down and none of us had clothes on.

"Let's have a hand for our card reader." said Big Dirk. Everyone applauded. It was getting late and people began to get ready to depart. I turned to Master Earl.

"May I have your permission to take Master Jim aside in private to tell him goodnight?"

"Of course, I appreciate you asking first. You do know good manners. As long as you show me that respect I will never question your motives."

"Thank you, Master Earl." I saw Big Jim looking at us not wanting to be pushy. I walked over to him and put my arms around his big neck and spoke quietly to him.

"Would you be so kind as to follow me, Master?"

"Sure young man, be happy to." I led him into our bedroom and into the master bathroom where I locked the door behind me.

"I got your message."

"I didn't want you to." The big man blushed.

"I know; however, I've been honest with Master Earl and he understands as long as you or I don't try to hide our feelings. You did better than I did today. I asked his permission to bring you here."

"What can I say, Beau? I don't want you to feel pulled between us."

"Just keep your promise to me, Master. If you won't think I'm a trollop playing two Master's against each other then I won't feel that you're asking me to make a choice. Because you know I have no choice."

"It's all right, Beau, I love you so much my guts hurt."

"I love you, too, Master." We kissed a long and passionate kiss. Big Jim said more to me in that kiss than he had all day. I knew he would be okay. He patted me on the butt.

"Let's go find Jeb and we'll say goodbye to your Master." Everyone was getting ready to leave. I went to Master Earl's side to wish all goodbye. Master Jeb hugged and kissed me.

"One more week of freedom, Boy. Think you can handle it?"

"What freedom, Master Jeb? The freedom to be alone? No thanks, I wish it were tomorrow, Master."

"You'll make it, Son. Beside, you have another weekend with your love."

"I'm grateful for that, Master Jeb, thank you."

"You're my last slave, Son, and I'm gonna' throw caution to the winds, fuck the excuses, Beau, I love you. You're special and we both know it.

It's almost like God's saved the best one for last."

"I love you, too, Master, you know that."

"Have a good night with your Master and be extra loving tonight. He needs it."

"I will, Master, and thanks. Thanks for having faith in me."

Big Jim hugged me again and kissed me on the forehead. He stood in front of Master Earl and put his big hands on the side of his shoulder's.

"You know Earl, I've always heard the old saw about how people in love bloom. I never believed it until now. You have the glow of a man in love and you radiate it. You always were a handsome son of a bitch but this new aura sets you apart. I'm happy for you and the kid. I couldn't imagine a better Master for him than you and that includes me. You're what he needs and he must be exactly what you need from the way you glow when you look at him. I love the two of you very much. Thanks so much for including me today. I had a wonderful time." Master Earl hugged Big Jim and kissed him dead on. Big Jim didn't pull away.

Next were Big Dirk and Allen. Allen was tired. His little legs had chased me all day and his tongue was hanging out. I knelt down and hugged him.

"Thanks for the great hair cut, Little Brother. You were a big help today and I appreciate it. You be good to that Big Daddy Bear of yours and treat him right."

"I will, Beau, I love you."

"I love you, too, Bro." Allen went on to hug and kiss Master Earl. Big Dirk stood in front of me.

"I've heard a lot about you, Boy. Thought, well, I'll see for myself. No big whoop, Kid, you stole my heart. I think of myself as a straight man and only two men ever turned my head. Allen and Wes. You're now the third and I'm beginning to worry if I'm turning gay?"

"Master Dirk, if my dad at work isn't turning gay then you aren't either. Does it really matter?"

"No, I guess it doesn't. Bought that ticket from your Master today though. Gimme' a big one, slave."

I kissed him "a big one" and he returned it.

Master Claymore and Zane paid their respect and left. Zane told me he and his Master hoped to get together with us after training. Oscar, Billy and Master Bert left next. You could tell Billy was upset but happy for his companion. I told Billy he would have to spend more time with us. I was still looking forward to spending an evening in his big arms. He hugged me again for that.

Master Bert was in great spirits. "I didn't know I was going to make a claim for my slave today, Son, but it seemed like the right thing to do when you told me the answer was in his eyes. You're special, young man. I'm very fond of you and your Master."

"Thank you, Master Bert, you're always welcome in my Master's home."

The last to leave were my new dad and brother. I got a lump in my throat saying goodbye. No, that's a lie, I broke down in my big dad's arms.

"That 'nine year, ten month' child is you, isn't it, Son?" I just nodded my head slowly.

"Promise not to tell anyone, Dad, including Blaine. I can't stop what is to be and neither can you."

"You have my word, child, you have my word. We'll be there. We love you, Son."

Blaine hugged and kissed me. "Thanks for everything, Bro. Thanks to you we've been closer than we've ever been and that's really great. I'm more comfortable and so is dad. I all ready miss you, little Brother."

"Me, too." I replied. We saw them out to their bikes. I threw on a bathrobe.

They took off and my Master and I were alone. We had each other. We were happy. We cleaned up some but Master had the next day off and didn't want to do too much. Besides, all the slaves had gotten together and cleaned most of it before they left. Things were in pretty good shape.

"Spa?" He asked.

"That would be wonderful, Master." He made us a pretty stiff drink and led me to the spa with my leash. I dropped my robe and he stood looking at me in the moonlight. The lights from the spa shining up on us gave a shifting play over our features. He took his hand and unlocked my collar to remove it.

He pulled me to him and held me without speaking. He hugged me so tight I thought I was going to pass out. Then he kissed me gently. Yep, Master Jeb was right. He needed me tonight and I wasn't going to let him down. We got into the warm water and lay together as we had Friday night. We talked some but not much. He was wowed by the tarot readings.

"Could you read our cards, Son?" I was quiet for a long while and he didn't push me to respond.

"I could and would if you ordered me to but given the choice, I wouldn't. I saw enough of us intermingled with the readings I did for the family that I don't want to know more. It's best not to read for yourself."

"Then I'll respect your judgement. I'll never order you to do that. The way you put it I don't think I want to know either."

"I'll tell you this much, you and I have a happy life together and we become the envied Master/slave couple of several family groups. You become a highly respected leader of our group and know happiness greater than you've ever known."

"Sounds good to me, slave."

"Master?"

"Yes, love?"

"You need me to make love to you tonight." It was not a question. It was a bold statement.

"You feel it, huh?"

"Yes, Sir."

"You're right. Let's get out of here and move to the bedroom." We dried ourselves and moved to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed.

"Would you believe we got four separate invitations for next weekend?"

"Yes Master and...?"

"I advised everyone we will be incommunicado from Friday afternoon at five to Monday morning at six."

"That's music to my ears, Master."

"Really, my beautiful slave?"

"I can't imagine anything nicer than to give you my total attention for an entire weekend."

"Sounds good to me, too."

"You're tired aren't you, Master?"

"Yeah, I guess I am."

"On your stomach, please." I jokingly imitated his commanding tone the night we first got together. He responded without comment. He was tired. He stretched out in the bed and I straddled him at his waist. I reached up and started rubbing his wide back. He let out a sigh that told me he wasn't going to object. I rubbed him down for almost and hour.

I couldn't get enough of my hands on his beautiful body. It was like hey were having their separate love affair with him. He loved me rubbing his butt and the inside of his big thighs. He didn't talk but would just groan every now and then. Finally, he rolled over on his back and had a surprise for me. His big dick was harder than I ever remember it.

"That felt so good I've decided you need to a special treat. I know how fond you are of my animal so I've decided to let him loose on you. Think you can handle him tonight?" Old swinger immediately stood at attention. He laughed when he saw my condition.

"Oh, damn, I needed that, Beau. You can make me laugh just at the right moment."

"Master, may I jump in the shower for a moment?"

"Sure, then come on down to the dungeon. My animal wants you in the sling."

"Thank him for me Master and tell him to make it a long one." He laughed shaking his head as I headed off to the shower to clean myself.

I returned to the dungeon to find my Master wearing his leathers. He had lit some candles to give the place an air of ceremony. He was once again drop dead gorgeous. My heart skipped more than one beat. I stood for a moment looking at him and for the first time could see what Big Jim and others were talking about.

His whole presence glowed with a surrounding aura of bright golds, hot oranges and deep purplish reds. His eyes changed their color from their usual dark purple violet to an almost eerie light violet. He was stunningly handsome. The epitome of a mature hyper-masculine man framed in the context of animal hides that were as ripe from their pheromones and deliciously inviting to his lair, to become his prey, as he was.

He was in love. The animal inside him saw it's intended feast standing before him ready to be consumed by his passion. Both hungers needed to share this feast. My timid lamb suddenly knew why it had been born. I wondered, at that moment, if every wild animal that is about to become food for a larger prey has a moment of epiphany that releases their soul in a moment of ecstacy. Then their death and consumption becomes only a necessity for the larger animals survival. They feel no pain, their consciousness having departed in that moment of release. If I were God and doing the planning, I would have made it so.

"Come to your Master, slave." I moved quickly to him and dropped to my knees to kiss his big boots. He gave me his hand in ritual and I kissed the back then put it to my forehead.

"Come to me...!" He spoke softly. He held me and kissed me with great love in his touch. He quickly placed leg and wrist restraints on me and led me to a sturdy saw horse contraption covered with padded leather on top. It was just the right height that with my legs spread and bent over it the center caught me in the stomach. He spread my legs and attached them to the legs of the saw horse. He bent me over the top and attached my wrist to the legs in front. Next I felt him inserting my butt plug. I knew he was going to whip my ass and I was getting excited.

"Master, may I speak?"

"Yes Slave..?"

"I must tell you ..."

"That you come after several hits from a whip?"

"No secrets in this family, huh Master?"

"Exactly, my pet, if you feel your going over the hill, tell me and I'll hold off until you think you can take another. Agreed?"

"You're a good Master, Sir." He chuckled to himself.

Master Earl used the same flogging whip he had used that first night he flogged me and I passed out. I knew this whipping was because of my request and had nothing to do with punishment. I was ready and

couldn't wait. I didn't have to wait long when I felt the first blow.

"Shall I count for you, Master?"

"Yes, slave."

"One, Sir! Thank you, Master!"

Whack!!

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

Whack!! This one was a bit harder and better placed.

"Three, Sir!" "Thank you, Sir!"

Ka-whack!!!

"Damn fine, Sir! Four, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"

Ka-whach!!!

"Five, Sir! Shit that's fine, Sir! Thank you, Sir!"

Ka-whack!!!!

"Six Sir! Holy Jesus, hold, Sir! Thank you, Sir! One more and I'll shoot Sir! Please, please hold." I heard him laughing as he walked up behind me and began rubbing my butt with his big hand. Then he knelt and kissed my ass as he continued to rub it. It was one of the greatest feelings of my life.

He took a towel and popped out my plug. He undid my wrist and legs and ordered me to stand. He put his arms around me and kissed me again this time rubbing my butt with his hands and slipping a finger in my ass. I kissed him back hungry for his entry.

"Now get on your knees and slather me up with your spit I want to get in there before your butt loses that heat." I fell to my knees and lathered him up good. He directed me to the sling and I climbed in. Master Earl attached my wrist and leg cuffs to the chains and I was his prey, bound fast, ready for his animal's feast.

He looked into my eyes as he placed the head of his sword at my sphincter and gently pressed so he wouldn't lose the position. My handsome Master reached forward over my head and grabbed the supporting chains for the sling. Looking me in the eyes he winked once, pulling hard on the chains, slammed all of himself into me.

I began to writhe in the sling, thanking him for taking me hard. He felt so damn good I was going to let him know. I was taken by my Master and it was a magnificent mount. He began to fuck me slowly, taking his good time, enjoying the benefits of being a Master. He stopped. He was looking towards the corner of the room. His concentration was gone but he didn't withdraw.

"Beau?"

"Yes, Master?"

"Are we alone in here?" I immediately sent awareness out in the room, got back chills up my spine and then a warm comfortable feeling enveloped me.

"No, Sir. Wes is here, he's asked to join us."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I'm not frightened. He loves us both. It's because of him we're together, Master. I'm willing to share if you are?"

"Is that him, that small blue light in the corner?"

"Yes, Sir."

"He may join us." Master Earl no sooner spoke the words than the small blue ball of light flew across the room to rest lightly on my chest and waited.

"He's waiting for you to pet him, Master." Master Earl slowly moved his hand to the blue light and passed his hand over it as if petting it.

"I can feel him, Beau, he has mass. There's no doubting it's Wes. I can smell him and sense his essence. It's him!" Master Earl giggled in fascination.

"He wants to enter me for the fuck. Press on him with the palm of your hand and he will enter me."

"You sure about this, Beau?"

"Yes, Master, he just want's to share our love. To feel your love again. He'll depart afterwards."

Master Earl gently and lovingly pushed on the light. We watched it disappear into my chest. I drew in sharp breath as a person sucks in air after being drowned.

"Air!" I heard in my head. "Thank you, Beau."

"You're welcome." I said aloud. "I'm speaking to Wes inside me, Master."

"Beau, you're glowing with a blue aura."

"Yes, Master, both your loves are in here enjoying you up my ass. It do feel mighty fine, don't it, Wes? He's telling me how good you feel in me, I know it sounds confusing but go with it, Master Earl. Think about making love to two souls at the same time. Two souls that love you more than anything on Earth. Two souls that need your strength more than you can know. I told him about you're animal and he giggled. Let him loose, Master, show him your animal. Show him how hard and good you can fuck your slave boy's ass."

I didn't have to asked again. The big man leaned over and kissed us both and Wes began crying inside of me.

"Stop that or you're going to miss the fuck, Wes." I scolded him. "He started getting blubbery, Master, when you kissed us."

Master Earl lost all contact with reality. Good to his word he unleashed his animal and led him to the feast. He fucked me nine ways from Sunday and was rooting around inside of me when he pressed my come button.

"Master, you've hit my button please hold off. We're going to shoot, Master."

Master Earl didn't stop but growled like a grizzly as I felt his flow began deep inside me. I tried to hold back and heard a voice inside of me.

"Please, Beau, release us now!" I must have shot three feet in the air and caught Master Earl right in the eye the second volley as he continued to unload his wild animal spunk into my gut. I immediately began to babble my slave boy thanks and apology for hitting him in the eye. Then Wes took over and began to thank him, too. It was Wes's voice and Southern inflection. Our Master laughed and then saw my blue aura again. He leaned over me again and kissed us. This time I let Wes kiss him and Master Earl felt him as tears began to fall from his eyes to mine.

"That wasn't fair, you guys!" he chuckled. Wes departed and stayed on my chest until Master Earl petted him again. Then the blue light flew up to his cheek and kissed him lightly. The light flew out the open doorway into the night. Master Earl had this magical look on his face.

"I could swear I was just kissed by Tinker Bell." He joked. He was in a daze and so was I. I had no fear. I knew Wes wouldn't be with us much longer and I needed to be kind to him. I loved him. We helped each other up the stairs and into the shower. There's nothing like a hot shower to bring you back to Earth. Master hugged me in the hot water.

"If I ever told a soul about this they would think I was nuts."

I know several people that you could tell and they would believe you right now. One in particular."

"Jeb?"

"Yes, Sir. May I tell him?"

"Certainly, you will have my complete support. He can't 'not' believe both of us."

"He would believe either of us, Master."

We went to bed and we were both dog tired. I soon fell asleep in my Master's big arms. My backside to him, cradled next to him. I heard a voice in my ear.

"Beau?" It whispered. It was my Master. I opened my eyes and there stood Wes holding my hand in his, smiling at the two of us. He took on a golden aura and was wearing his favorite jacket. He was buffed out to the max.

"Do you see him, Master?"

"Yes, Son, I do."

"He wants to thank us for being generous. He wants to know if you will take his hand?" Master held out his hand toward Wes in reply. Wes released my hand and took Master Earl's.

"I can hear him, Beau! You're welcome, Son. Good to see you, my love. You're still my slave. You always will be. Don't fret, Son, you know I never allowed you to do that. Be strong and remember our love. We all will be together again. Goodbye, my love."

Wes departed. There were no tears between us as we held each other. There was no longer any need for tears. Love never dies.

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End Chapter 16 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com