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(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 19 ~ SOJOURNER
Part I ~ The Love Of Angels
In the midst of pain an angel took my mind, into a quiet room removed from demon horrors, no pain, nor hurt, in a place removed from time, He loved me, held me close and cried for my tomorrows. Canto 8 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux
I was again set adrift into the unknown. Occasionally, I would be treated to music. Complete works of classical music would come flooding into the small speakers in the ears of the hood. I didn't know if this was part of my training or for relaxation. Whoever chose the selections had me at their mercy. I recognized almost everything that was played except one piece that kept repeating over and over like a coda at the end of each work.
It was haunting. It had the ethereal quality of some of Bartok's night music. Darkly foreboding yet utterly sensual. I listened to Poulenc's Stabat Mater. His Gloria and Organ Concerto. Followed by a piece that sounded like Bach with wrong notes: Hindemith's Organ Concerto for Organ and Winds. They must of played eight or nine works.
They fed me again. Wonderful soup broth again but this time it was different. Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make sure these broths were tasty. It tasted liked a war-wonton soup from Lee's kitchen. Delicious.
I was tired and drifting off to sleep. I hoped they would let me rest. They did for a long period of time. I had no idea how long as I was fast asleep when they were getting ready to feed me again. It had to be approximately six hours. I ingested so much liquid in the form of soup broth I had to piss like a race horse. Master Jim instructed me to let go as arrangements were made. I hoped so as I let forth a stream that would have rivaled Johnstown.
I was going make it through this, no sweat. Although, I was beginning to get a bit cramped. It must of been the wee hours of the morning. The two big Masters were snoozing on the king size leather covered futon. Blaine was keeping watch. He moved swiftly over to his old man Beryl and gently shook him.
"Dad, Wake up! You gotta' see this." Blaine gently shook his Master awake. Big Jim awoke concerned for his charge.
"What is it, Son?" Big Beryl asked in a less than wide awake tone.
"Dad, the small blue light, the one Master Earl told us about on the phone the other day, it's here. Come see for yourselves. It came flying down the stairs, buzzed around my head and touched me on the cheek. It's Wes. The moment he touched me, I knew."
"Calm down, Son. Where's this light?" Master Beryl inquired.
"There, in the corner. I see it!" said the Dungeon Master.
"Blaine, get Jeb for me." Big Jim asked of Blaine.
"Sure, Master Jim." Blaine was away in a flash.
"Let's sit in the chairs here Beryl so's not to frighten him." The two big men no sooner sat in the big overstuffed chairs when the light began to move. It buzzed around Big Jim first and touched him lightly on the cheek then did the same to Big Beryl. Beryl sucked in his breath like a new born infant.
"Holy Mother! It is Wes's spirit, I could feel him all the way through my body and soul.
"Me, too, Beryl. It's wonderful!" Was all Big Jim could say at the time as he watched the light retreat to the corner again and seemed to sit on the cold floor. Blaine returned with Jeb. Jeb saw the blue light glowing in the corner and stood next to the two men in the chairs dressed only in his bathrobe.
"Has it tried to communicate with either of you?" Jeb asked his friends. The two big men looked at each other and started giggling like school boys.
"Did the same to us, it did to Blaine. Flew 'round our heads three times and kissed us on the cheek. It's Wes, no doubt about it.
"Maybe he's frightened and doesn't know how we'll accept him?" spoke Jeb. He went over to the corner and squatted down on his haunches near the light but not crowding it. "Come on, Son, you're loved here. No one's going to hurt you. Don't sit on the cold floor. Hop in my hand and let me hold you."
The light spun in a circle on the floor then up and around Jeb's head three times then bussed him on the cheek. The old man giggled at the familiarity of a smell, a pheromone, an odor, a presence that filled him. It was unmistakably Wes. It came to rest on the palm of his cupped hand.
"He has weight. A certain mass. I can feel him." Exclaimed Jeb as he walked to the group with Wes's essence in the palm of his hand. He sat in one of the overstuffed chairs and gently lowered Wes's light to the arm of the chair. The light spun around a couple of times, bounced up and down and then rested. It seemed happy and they all laughed and felt more comfortable.
"Don't worry, Son, Big Jim is taking damn good care of our boy. So is Beryl and Blaine. Billy and Oscar will be hear later this morning with Master Burt. Your Master will be here a little later to check on him, too." The light glowed brighter in intensity. Master Jeb put his hand gently on top as if to pet him and drew in a sharp breath.
"Wasn't expecting to actually feel something but he has considerable mass and I can feel Wes. Don't know how to explain it but he's there."
"May I pet you, nephew?" Big Jim asked sheepishly of the light. It moved swiftly over to the arm rest of Big Jim's chair. "I guess that's a yes." He laughed nervously.
Big Jim gently placed his huge hand over the light, felt and petted Wes's essence. Master Beryl had to try, too. This time the light landed right on his big lap and Beryl let out a laugh you could hear for a mile. He gently felt and petted the light. Then the light flew up to the ceiling and shot swiftly over to Beau and landed on his back. It made an up and down motion.
"He wants someone to push him into Beau." said Blaine.
"Not without Beau's permission." said Big Jim. I'm official Dungeon Master here and I'm responsible for our boy. Let me ask him."
Big Jim got on the microphone connected to the earphones in Beau's hood.
"Slave." He said gently. "This is your Dungeon Master. Are you awake?" Green light. "This is going to sound strange but Wes is here and is asking to enter you. Is it alright with you?" Green light.
Master Jim shrugged at the other three men and placed his hand over the light and gently pushed. All of a sudden, Beau's entire body began to radiate blue and orange auras like St. Elmo's fire on a ship. He was beautiful and radiant. Almost like a leathered angel. The four men stood in awe.
"Now there's a sight you don't see every day." Big Beryl spoke softly. The rest chuckled at his low key statement.
"How many people have every witnessed communication with the dead." said Big Jim.
"You really couldn't call him dead if he's still a sentient presence." said Jeb.
"Sure makes me feel better about a here after." said Big Beryl.
"Yeah, me too." agreed the other men.
I felt Wes enter me. Again I took a big deep breath of air. I felt completely relaxed with my old friend.
"Now, about that piece of pussy you offered me earlier..." Wes just threw back his head and laughed.
"You haven't changed a bit. Not that I'd ever want you to. You were always tops in my book, Love, and , yes, I'm here to give you a piece of my pussy you didn't get to have when I walked on this planet. They've given me sexual ability for a while to adjust because of what I was robbed of as a child. Damn nice of 'em, too, if you ask me."
"Who is "them" Wes?"
"God's children." "Angels?" I asked puzzled.
"Not exactly. They're children of God, like you and me. I'm not a full fledged one yet but I'm working on it. I'll be there soon. Then I'll be assigned someone to look after for a period of time until some of their friends or loved ones pass then they'll relieve me. Then I'll be on an advisory board of numerous people I've watched over. We'll suggest judgements but their outcome will be with "it's" final approval."
"It's?"
"Well, yes! It's hard to explain but what we call God is neither male or female. Yet it's both. And , huuuuu- neey, can that female side pitch a bitch. Woah! Doggies! Don't even want to be around when that happens. A few of the archangels have seen it and tell horrible stories. Doesn't sound pretty! Day of rath stuff! Fire and brimstone! Buuurrr! Really scarey shit! Could Steven King steal some ideas from that?"
"Well then, God doesn't condemn us for being gay?"
"Must not, Brother, I'm here! God doesn't condemn any kind of love as long as it's consenting. Only 'people' condemn each other when they pervert his word. Those sanctimonious sons of bitches are the ones that are gonna' be in big trouble when they try to get here wearing all their finest piety.
"Are you an angel, Wes?"
"We'd all like to think of ourselves that way but no, Darlin', I ain't. Got no wings and won't have none either. Children of God don't really need 'em. I can go anywhere I like just by thinking about it. What do I need with wings? Although I will have to admit, Michael, the big guy, is one sexy dev...excuse me, angel. Damn, he's a eunuch though. If he had a pee-pee I'd suck him off in a minute. Yet, Michael's one of the most masculine of creatures. I can't figure out why God would make him sexless and then give him a permanent five o'clock shadow. And, his wings.
I don't know why the Big Bopper made the angels sexless but they're all really nice, gentle souls. They can be pretty fearsome if need be. I never considered that wings could be sexy but Michael gave me a lift the other day and boy was that a thrill riding in that big man's arms.
Talk about Big Bird! Woah! His wings stretch approximately twenty-five feet from tip to tip. Few planes can boast that. Nevertheless, he can be hell on wheels according to a few rumors I've heard around here. I wouldn't want him mad at me. Not much chance.
I give him a lot of love I learned down here. I got our Master, you, Master Jeb, my uncle and dad Walker to thank for that. I really like Michael and he's taken a shine to me, I think. I've slept in his arms a few nights. There's no greater feeling of security than when you're in the arms of an archangel and he folds those big wings around you.
One of his mates watched over me when the demon did those horrible things to me. You remember, the one that taught me to go into the secret room. He would come and hold me until the demon finished with me. His name is Jonathan. He introduced me to Michael.
They're both really beautiful. You know how gorgeous our Master is, well double that and you have some idea of Michael. He's not at all stuck up either. He has time for everybody. Kids crawl up in his lap and he tells them stories by the hour.
I admit to crawling up in his lap a couple times myself. So what? He didn't push me away. He knew I never had that as a child. He just hugged and loved me. They don't have sex but that doesn't stop them from radiating love to anyone that needs it. It's kind a like getting a booster shot to be around one"
"So God doesn't condemn us for being Gay? I was so worried about that but knew I couldn't live my life any other way."
"You love, don't you?" asked Wes.
"Lately, everyone I come in contact with who is even remotely connected with our family, I fall head over heels in love with. Yes, I'm very much in love and feel loved. For the first time in my life, Wes, except for you, of course."
"Good for you, Beau!" smiled Wes. "That's all God cares about. That you learned how to love while you were here. That you learned not only to give but to receive love. What do you think heaven is built on? No, it ain't rock n' roll." He said laughing as he took off his clothes.
Wes stood nude in front of me almost a God himself. Damn, was he transformed. From just a small little buddy of mine to this body beautiful with the cutest little cunt you ever saw. I immediately got rock hard. Not to be missed by Wes as he smiled wickedly.
"I knew you'd approve. We may not get another chance 'cause I'm looking after some other folks right now so let's make this a good one, Darlin'" Wes joked with me, "I think I shook up the others out there with my little blue light routine.
I can appear anyway I want. That always gets 'em though. They can relate to it more as a si-fi thing than reality. A little blue light they can understand. An apparition is a little harder for them to swallow. Too threatening.
Somehow I found myself stretched out on a comfortable bed making sweet love to Wes (David) of my past. Damn, he was hot. He reached down and guided my erection into his little man-cunt. I felt the greatest sensation as I slowly lowered myself into his depths. It felt like it was made for my dick.
"I knew you'd think that." he said laughing and working his hips under me.
"Fuck me good and hard, Beau. Gimme' some of your sweet lovin' then take me hard like our Master does. Damn, I miss him for that. He knew how to make my pussy sing for hours afterward. I know you can, Darlin.'"
I wasn't going to let him down. Beau continued to radiate an aura that change colors from blues to golds to deep reds and royal purples. Jeb went off the make a phone call. The three other men sat and watched in wonder.
They could see Beau's penis being manipulated on it's own. Something was stroking it and Beau was responding as best he could in the bondage. It didn't really seem that the bondage was too much of a problem. The pheromones that were emanating from these auras were enough to make all three men want to pounce on each other.
"Damn and 'tarnation!" stated Big Beryl, "Is that making you guys as hot as it is me? To be sitting here watching this...well, just look at me?" They laughed at his roaring erection.
"Every bit as hot, Dad." answered Big Jim." I can't believe what I'm seeing; however, my dick it telling me it's very real."
"Get your butt on the futon, Blaine. That little ass hasn't been fucked tonight and I need to show it equal time."
"There is a God!" Blaine said under his breath but loud enough both men could hear it and laugh. "That's making both holes drip, Dad. Love to have you come in by the back door. Listen to me I sound like a two bit whore."
"When ju' raise your prices, Hon?" Dad asked laughing. Jim and Blaine roared with laughter.
"Good one, Dad." smiled Blaine
"Now get on the leather bed and hit the position." He barked as he snapped his fingers at his slave. Blaine leaped for the futon and his feet were around his head, his arms rapped tightly around his legs to hold them in position.
Blaine raised his ass for maximum ease of entrance for his Master, ready for his old man to mount him like a cowboy mounts his horse just after he's robbed a bank. Blaine wasn't disappointed when the old man dropped his cod piece leaned over his slave for him to slather it good with his spit and make a little love to it.
Beryl moved to the foot of the futon and Blaine watched carefully to raise or lower his ass for his Master's ease. He lowered it just a little and felt the old man swiftly lean in toward him and he was instantly filled with his Master's dick.
Blaine sucked in air and began to thank his Master for taking him hard. He needed that and he promised to give him the best fuck he possibly could. He knew his Master needed to get some good slave, ass fucking in tonight and please Master take all of that worthless slave ass-pussy you want. His slave always appreciated a good butt fucking from his Master but something was magic about tonight and he needed it as much as his Master.
"That's enough, slave. You talk to me again when your Master is getting the good stuff and you're giving it up to me. I want to hear how good that big fourteen incher is doing you then slave."
"Yes, Sir, Master." Beryl rolled Blaine over on his side and started fucking him from behind.
"Come on, Son." He spoke to Big Jim "Climb on board. He needs it in the front too. He can handle us both."
"Please, Master Jim." Blaine urged.
"Ordinarily I wouldn't but since you're both so kind to offer, shit, here I come, Blaine." Old Babe was already poking out of his cod piece and it leaped out as he unsnapped it. There Babe stood straight out from the giant harder than he had remembered it getting since the last time Beau sucked him off. The Dungeon Master lay on his side and Blaine ask permission to guide him home. Permission given, Blaine had the big man's dick sunk in his man-cunt to the depths.
The slave in bondage was unaware of what was going on upon the leather covered futon less than three feet away from him. He was getting some good stuff from a child of God or as Wes jokingly called himself, "Earth angel."
Wes was moving his hips about and fucking more like a demon from the other realm. He knew that his Earthly savior number two was about to get it and he wanted to make it as good for him as possible. He started pushing his muscular hips upward to meet each of Beau's strong sure strokes. Wes arched his back,...
The three men lay joined together stopped their fucking for a moment to watch as Beau arched in the sling and levitated unfettered by the chains. He was suspended in bondage, floating in mid air. All the snap clips popped open and Beau was free of his chains floating toward the ceiling of the dungeon in mid-air fucking what seem to be nothing.
"Would you look at that?!" whispered Big Beryl to the other two men. The three men watched as Beau erupted like Mt. St. Helens. One huge orgasm, followed by two smaller ones. He slowly sank and dropped back to the suspension of the chains. Every snap clip popped back on to his harness.
"You need to stop and clean him up, Son?"
"Naw! He'll be all right 'til we get this slave taken care of and then I'll tend to him. Besides he's making some sweet love to Wes right about now." The two big men continued to fuck Blaine until he started to vibrate all over and yelled to them.
"Oh, God, Masters! I can't hold it much longer. Dad, I'm so sorry but this is too much for me to hold. You both are hitting the button one right after the other."
"Get it slave! You have both our permission!" Blaine tried to bury Big Jim's dick in his man-cunt as he felt his ass try to bite off his Master's dick in his ass.
He shot and kept shooting as his Master and the Dungeon Master got theirs at the same time. Blaine got so damn excited he shot the second time out his relocated piss hole making him wet between his legs. He started thanking the two Masters and was exhausted as Big Jim pulled out and handed Blaine a damp towel.
"Not tonight." Barked Big Beryl as he grabbed the towel from Blaine and threw it on the bed. He moved down and snapped his fingers for Blaine to hit the position. Blaine responded as fast as he could. Blaine's Master smiled at his slave and started eating Blaine's come off the leather bed covering.
He got his slave's load lapped up then moved up to clean around his legs. Beryl teased the hell out of Blaine as he tongued and sucked on the sensitive little hole to get it clean. Blaine thought he had died and gone to heaven.
His Master rolled him over on top of him so he could drain Blaine's cunt of the Dungeon Master's load. Big Beryl tongued and sucked his slave's cunt until he had gathered all of Master Jim's hot come in his mouth.
He moved his body up to hold his slave in his arms and make love to him. When Blaine opened his mouth to his Master, Big Beryl slowly fed him the Dungeon Master's load. Blaine realized what his Master was doing and began to moan his approval. He greedily began to suck at his Master's mouth for as much of the man juice as his Master would allow him until he had it all.
He and his Master hadn't had such intense, unbridled passionate sex in a long time and they were awash in their renewed bond. Blaine was working hard to rededicated himself to be the slave he knew his Master wanted. He was determined he would be that slave.
He passed the barrier of self importance to a higher ideal, a better vision of the two of them and their separate roles, united in acceptance, trust and love for the greater importance of the whole. The complete entity of Master and slave. He wanted to be that other part of Beryl.
His Master had always left the door open for him. All he had to do was walk through, pull up a chair, humbly accept his role and join the banquet.
A Master is no more important than his slave. His slave is only as important as his Master allows him to be but each must become important to the other for the ultimate satisfaction of male bonding. Each must rest comfortably within the other's parameters.
Big Beryl finished cleaning his slave and they were laying together making love as Jeb came down the stairs with a man unfamiliar to Big Beryl. Blaine recognized him immediately as Jim Redfeather or Chief as Blaine knew him.
"Dad it's the Chief, Jim Redfeather, that Master Earl told us about on the phone the other night. Still naked, Blaine ran to him, fell at his feet and kissed both his boots. Jim put his hand down for Blaine to kiss and put against his forehead.
"Get up here, Lt. Kelley and show this Master love!" Blaine jumped up, kissed an hugged Chief. Kissed him and hugged him again. Then he started crying and so did Chief.
"Chief, you're the last person I'd expect to come down those stairs."
"Didn't Beau tell you I'm working for him now?"
"Well, we haven't had a chance to talk to him since the last pool party but Master Earl told us about you." Big Beryl had walked up with all fourteen inches still wet from fucking his slave hanging out of his leathers. Blaine introduced the two men. Chief started laughing as he shook Big Beryl's hand.
"Sir, it's an honor and a privilege to meet Lt. Kelley's Master. I don't mean to be rude by laughing, Sir, but I'm just getting use to meeting people who think nothing of running around with each other in the raw. It's delightful and I look forward to it myself."
"It's an honor to meet you, too, Son. If it'll make you feel more at home you're certainly welcome to take yours off."
"With Master Jeb's permission, I will."
"Follow your heart, Son. You're with people who love you." Chief began to take his clothes off and laid his leathers and clothes in a neat pile in one of the holding cells. He could see the auras that Beau was giving off as he came back to join the other men.
"I'd say he's having sex with someone or just got through." stated the fine looking man.
"How'd you know that?" asked Big Jim.
"I can see auras around people but his isn't hard to see. You can see it can't you?" He directed his question to all the men present. They all nodded in agreement.
"It was brighter a while ago when he was having sex with Wes. He levitated out of the chains and reached a climax. It's still all over the deck there. I haven't cleaned him up yet. I was just going to do that."
"Can I help, Master Jim?"
"If you like, Son. Damn Chief, you're a fine looking young man out of your clothes. You're good looking in your clothes but like that you...uhh.... sort of stand out, so to speak."
Then the big man laughed at his own joke. As Big Jim and the Chief cleaned up under Beau and wiped him off with a warm, damp towel Jeb told Beryl and Blaine how he and Big Jim had come to meet Jim Redfeather and was hoping to help him gain admittance into the family.
"He's got my vote." spoke up Blaine quickly, 'Course mine don't count for much but I like to think the old man takes my opinion into consideration once in a while. I knew Chief in Nam and I had no idea he was the one that patched our boy up. That makes him all right in my book."
"Have to go with my slave on this one, Jeb. Besides, he's too damn pretty not to let in the family." he laughed his big laugh.
While helping Big Jim clean Beau, Chief watched Big Jim carefully. Chief observed the loving care the Dungeon Master put into cleaning his slave in training. They walked away and sat in the big chairs.
"You're deeply in love with, Beau." He stated softly not to be heard by the others who were deep in their own conversation. Big Jim looked at him like he was an impertinent school boy then smiled at the good looking young man.
"You still interested in subbing for me, Son?" An obvious move to change the subject.
"Sure, Master Jim, if you look me in the eye and answer my last question." Chief insisted.
"Not gonna' let me get away with that one, are you?" He looked down at his beer.
"You know I can't sub for you if you're in love with my friend and he's in love with you. You knew that before you asked me the question. I'm honored you would even think to ask me but I knew that afternoon we met there was something between you. I asked Beau on the way home what was going on. He did the same thing you did, changed the subject. I didn't push but I felt pain....some sorrow. Was I wrong, Master?"
"Well, it looks like you're gonna' be family so I'll tell you the truth. Yes! I love him more than I've ever loved any man in my life. I'd do almost anything to insure his happiness. Beau and I fell in love the minute we laid eyes on each other.
Beau followed his heart and told me he fell in love with me. I rejected him knowing all the while I was lying to myself. I should have claimed him right then and there but Jeb had someone else in mind for him. He asked me not to interfere but it was too late.
I all ready fell head over heels in love with the little shit. I did what my life long friend asked of me without even questioning him or asking him to reconsider. Beau met Earl by accident. Maybe not by accident, the jury's still out on that one. Anyway, they spent one weekend together and fell in love. Does that answer your question, Son?"
"Eloquently, Sir. I won't go into it but it must be tough knowing he is intended for Master Earl."
"Yes and no. Yes, that he's going to be any other man's slave. That he's going to be Earl D. Shaw's slave, no. If I were given a choice of any Master I would rather see him with other than me it would be Earl. Not only because he's my Brother in our family but because he's a good, honest, caring, demanding, tough disciplined Master.
As Earl's property, Beau will have a chance to bloom as the slave he was meant to be. He will be loved by a big hearted man that knows how to give and receive love from his slave without blurring the lines. Under me? Well, I'd spoil him rotten." Big Jim smiled a wicked smile and laughed.
"However, the main reason is, forces beyond my control seem to insist that the two of them were made for each other, and Master Earl D. Shaw, my brother, is hopelessly smitten....'round the bend.....over the hill....crazy in love with the kid! Surely, you noticed that? " he said yanking Chief's chain.
"I did see it. It's right there but I couldn't understand the love between you and Beau. Certainly, it's none of my business, especially since I'm new to this group, but it intrigued me. How does Beau handle it?"
"Jeb required Beau to spend a weekend with us after his initial weekend with Earl. Jeb's a wise man when it comes to affairs or the human heart and he wanted to cement the bond between Beau and Earl. Absence makes the heart grow fonder stuff. You know what I'm talking about." Chief nodded his head in agreement.
"Well, Beau let his hair down with me, laid his cards on the table, pulled down all the fences, exposed his feelings bare to me. He was brave enough to give me a second chance and I wasn't about to hold back or be coy the second time. We decided to love each other as much as we could. Not to hold back when alone and accept the circumstances of our lives. He's more than kept his part of the agreement and I hope I have as well.
He loves me as much as I do him but it's evolving to a different kind of love than passion. Oh, there's passion there, too. We have become relatives. He's like the kid brother I never had. He's like the best friend in grade school you could tell the secrets of your soul and know he'll never tell anyone.
Furthermore, he will never laugh at you. Maybe with you but never at you. He makes me laugh. He can find something funny in almost anything. He's one of the only people in my life that can make me laugh at myself. He's a natural clown and can innocently keep Jeb and I in stitches by the hour.
Finally, Beau is becoming my slave-child that I will be fathering to his new world of Master/slaves. In a metaphorical sense, with my new role as Dungeon Master, Beau will become, in essence, my first born slave- child to graduate under my teaching. I want only the best for him and will do my part to see he gets it."
"Damn, Master Jim, I hope someone can say something that wonderful about me someday with half the conviction." said Jim Redfeather softly. "I respect both your feelings but my answer would have to be , no, Sir. I wanted to try subbing for you but I can't. You understand why."
"I do, Chief. Lighten up, I may talk you into it yet. Remember, Beau wants the same for me. If he thought there was a glimmer of a chance between you and me he would insist on us trying. I know him that well.
Time changes a lot of things, Chief. You may feel differently after Beau starts living with Earl D. on a permanent basis. Then, too, you may find a slave yourself and fall in love. I don't think you have what it takes to be a slave or sub for a man. That's not a put down. It simply means I don't think you could think of yourself that way for too long. It may fascinate you to try, it did me."
"You mean you've tried being a slave to a man?"
"When I was younger, yes. The man was kind enough to realize I was really trying but my heart wasn't in it. If I ever could do anything for you it may be to let you sub for me for a period of time, then call 'Kings-X' and see what you think. I know what you'd say."
"To be honest, Sir, I think I do, too. It's just that you're the type of man I've always dreamed of having for a big brother."
"Well, hell, Kid. That's easy enough. Give it time and you'll have that big brother. I could use another little brother. I'm gonna' lose mine in a couple months and I'm taking applications." He smiled the sweetest smile at Jim Redfeather that melted Chief's heart.
"Thank you, Master Jim, I'll look forward to the day I'm deserving enough in your eyes to call me brother."
"Fine, now go put on your leathers and remember, you're a Master. Why? Because your big Bro. told you so, Son." Chief smiled at the sentiment and scurried to pull his leathers and boots on.
"Look!" someone said and pointed to Beau. The aura was gone and the little blue ball of light emerged from the same place it entered. It sat on Beau's back and remained there for a few minutes. Jeb walked up to Beau and held out his hand toward the blue light.
"Here Son, sit in my hand. You're loved here, you know that." It buzzed around his head three times and sat in his hand as everyone gathered in awe.
"My people speak of a blue light but this is the first time I've witnessed it." Chief said almost in a whisper so not to excite the spirit. It spun twice in Jeb's hand then buzzed three times around Chief's head and bussed him on the cheek, too. He got a funny smile on his face.
"I could smell him and know who he was. It was Wes. I felt him at Master Earl's house the night I had dinner with him, Beau, Dirk and Allen. That's phenomenal." The light flew up and headed up the stairway and was gone.
"I better check with our boy and find out if he's all right." Big Jim moved to the microphone and pressed the button.
"Your Dungeon Master wants to know if his slave is all right after that experience?" Green light. "From now on you are to inform all poltergeist that visitation hours have been suspended until further notice or prior arrangement has been made and agreed to by your Dungeon Master." He added in a laughing voice. Green light.
"You hungry slave?" Red light.
"Then your Dungeon Master is setting you adrift for a while. Use the time wisely, slave." They did leave their slave alone for a good, long while with no sounds or stimulus.
Part II ~ Lost in Inner-Space
"Rocket Man! Shooting off into the areozone, Taking me a long, long way from home. It'll be a long, long time and then, 'till splash down brings me 'round again I'm a Rocket Man!"
Bernie Taupin
It was Saturday morning early when Master Bert arrived with Oscar and Billy. Oscar was aglow with love. So was Master Bert. They were good together. Billy acted like the proud but unhappy mother that was losing her baby. Everyone was supportive of both.
Billy would get by, his family would see to that. They included him in everything, just as they had when he and Oscar had been running together. They were included in all family events. Master Bert joined the others in the dungeon.
Billy and Oscar checked on their brother slave to be, then headed for the kitchen. They brought food and drink for all and knew their way around twenty-five different kitchens all over Southern California.
Soon the smells of breakfast, coffee and other goodies filled the house. Once again Oscar was the sole, undisputed Master Chef running his kitchen like a well oiled clock. Billy never questioned a task. He knew better. When Oscar took charge the food came out on time, was always delicious and there was plenty of it. If you volunteered for kitchen help you did the task Oscar assigned you. There were no small tasks in his kitchen.
It was getting on toward ten o'clock and Master Earl arrived with assortments of coffee cakes and four dozen doughnuts. It became a party mood. Everyone were celebrating the training of their new family member.
Chief and Master Jeb came up from the dungeon when Earl D. Shaw arrived on his bike. They greeted Earl and led him into the kitchen where Billy and Oscar dropped everything to make ritual homage to Master Earl.
Once done, Master Earl turned to introduce Chief to Billy and Oscar who were completely nude. Chief responded politely to their rituals but didn't know what to make of them. Billy gently took Chief's hand and guided it to his groin. He spoke softly to him so's not to embarrass him in front of the others.
"Go ahead, Chief, feel. It helps to know we're real people." Billy smiled sweetly as the Chief took advantage of his offer and then kissed Billy again with considerably more interest. It didn't go unnoticed by the crowd who started applauding and whooping. Billy turned and smiled innocently to every one and simply said to Chief,
"Welcome to the family, Master Redfeather." The big man blushed. Everyone was patting him on the back and laughing with him.
Blaine and Beryl had remained in the dungeon to keep watch with the Dungeon Master. Jeb simply turned over the entire bondage trip to Big Jim. He was doing an excellent job and Jeb wondered why he hadn't included his friend in more of the slave training in the past.
Jim helped train numbers of slaves over the years and knew the drill. What's more, Big Jim was taking on the persona of 'Dungeon Master' like he never had before and was beginning to be recognize as such by all. His interest in seeing to Beau's training and helping Jeb more sparked a keen, new interest in Big Jim to become the Dungeon Master.
The family began to treat him with an elevated respect that he found appealing. He was beginning to bloom in his new role and Jeb let him run with it. He even supported him by starting to defer to him on matters of Beau's bondage and training.
Jeb never questioned one of Big Jim's decisions which further re-enforced his status. Jeb Henshaw was a wise old man. He knew he had found his successor. He never thought Big Jim would be interested in taking over the slave training from him. It was never discussed between them.
Jim always seemed too restless in the past. Without warning, he'd load his bike, take off one day and be gone for months; always to return to Jeb's front door, throw his arms around his old friend, kiss him, hold him like was sorry and knew he shouldn't have left. Big Jim was Master Jeb's first slave.
Years ago before Jeb decided to get into the slave training business he and Jim were in the service together. They spent a year in the trenches in Korea in the last days of that nasty little war. They spent night after night huddled close to each other, holding each other for warmth.
Everyone had their bunk buddy. It was just accepted. You either slept with your buddy or froze to death. If you lived through the night by yourself, you could look forward to frost bite, gangrene, or amputation.
The occasional odd man would be included between two others under their three bed rolls or even straw when they could find it dry. Jeb and Jim often sandwiched a smaller, good looking buddy between them. Of course there was sex.
It was not only a relief but it built up the ambient heat under whatever protection they could find. No one said a word. They were all doing it. They would good naturedly joke about who was middle man. Most of the smaller men found two big ones to sleep between.
Sure they had to put out a little but they slept the warmest at nights and had the extra mental relief of sleeping between two very large men. The old saying, 'If you can't fuck your buddy, who can you fuck?" came from that period.
It's amazing how much goes on in the military under desperate circumstances. Head's turn the other way when men are in combat but stick it to you under more peaceful circumstances. Unfortunately, we live in a country that will give you a medal for killing a man and ostracize you for loving one.
Since they were regular Marines they found themselves in Vietnam during the early days as military advisors to the South Vietnamese. They couldn't stomach what was going on and got out after Jeb contracted some kind of jungle rot. Jim knew his friend was getting worse.
He wanted to climb on his bike many times since Beau came into his life but he couldn't leave Jeb. To Big Jim, there was no problem so big it couldn't be run away from. Not because he was a weak but because he was a terribly sensitive man.
He couldn't tolerate hurt from people and tried his best never to hurt anyone. Now, he was being forced to cope with a situation that he'd simply run from in the past. He knew his friend, his brother, his love, needed him and this was one time he knew he couldn't run away.
Jeb was there so many times for Jim. Big Jim always felt secure he had a home no matter how long he was gone. He knew as long as Jeb was alive, he would always have a home. Now the prospect of losing his rock, his foundation for any semblance of stability, the only love of his life he could always depend on, was unsettling to him.
We usually don't think of big men as sensitive. It doesn't seem to fit the persona Hollywood would have us believe of all big men. We think 'big man','strong man'; however, that's not always the case. We can't see what's inside. The giant began to draw strength from his love for Beau.
Rather than be depressed he couldn't have Beau in the long run, he was bound and determined to see Beau became the best possible slave for Earl D. Shaw. He began to work Beau's butt off at the gym. He'd chuckle to himself after they got home and showered together secretly admiring the results of his pushing.
Beau was developing a beautiful set of tits. Tits that cried out to be ringed by a worthy Master. Big Jim would not fail to point that out to his new intended Master. He wanted to see a big ring through each of those tits.
Brunch was served. Chief, and Master Jeb took their food to the dungeon so Big Jim, Beryl and Blaine could come up and eat. They needed some time away from the dungeon to socialize. Everyone sat at the huge outdoor oak table under the big avocado tree Jeb planted years ago when he first moved there. Well, he didn't actually plant it. He left the pot there and it grew into the ground. Big Beryl was at the head of the table, stood and raised his glass.
"Gentlemen, Master, slaves. Our thanks to the preparers of this fine food. Health, love and prosperity to our family." Here, here's all around and glasses clinking made for a happy occasion. Oscar blushed at Master Beryl's sentiment. Master Bert put his arm around him and squeezed him. Master Beryl took Oscar's hand and gently squeezed it in thanks. Oscar blushed more.
"Master Bert?" Questioned Big Beryl the acknowledged but somewhat unofficial head of the family clan Mc Innis.
"Yes Sir?" He replied.
"Have you decided when you would like to claim this worthy slave and our family member as your property?"
"It has been discussed and we have tentatively set a date but we're flexible if it isn't a good time to have the maximum of my slave's family present."
"And that date would be...?"
"My slave wanted our new young slave, Beau, to stand with him as well as his brother Billy. In fact, they both have requested him. It's more than fine with me. I would consider it an honor and a blessing to our union to have him stand with my slave to be." Master Bert said looking directly at Master Earl who smiled and raised his glass in approval.
"However, we realize his training schedule is tight and in three weekends his visitations will begin. We thought if possible to have our ceremony the same evening that he becomes a full fledged slave and may then stand up for my slave as a full brother."
There was applause of approval from around the table.
"Further more I have asked Master Earl to stand with me and I would appreciate it, Sir, as head of this family if you would do us both the honor of standing with me as well."
Big Beryl blushed at the general applause from around the table.
"I'd be the one to be honored, Master Bert and I gratefully accept your invitation to stand with you. If it's all right with our Dungeon Master, Big Jim, and Master Jeb I think it would be a perfect time." Everyone agreed. The two men shook hands on it and everyone was happy with the timing.
"It sounds like a fine idea to me." said the new Dungeon Master, "We have plenty of room in the auditorium. There are lots of tables for food for a reception and celebration later. We own the vacant lot next door where there's plenty of room for bike parking.
We have no neighbors up here to speak of. I think it's a fine idea. I'll discuss it with Master Jeb but don't foresee any problems. I'll let you know definitely a little later this morning. I can tell you our young slave will be thrilled. Right, Master Earl?"
Earl D. winked at Big Jim and spoke, "He'll be thrilled. He loves Oscar and Billy very much." Then he asked Billy to tell the story of Beau carrying Billy's picture in his wallet for seven years in Nam and still carrying it to this day never thinking that he would one day meet his boyhood idol. The assembled people who hadn't heard the story were agog.
"I couldn't believe when he unfolded this small picture of me out of some muscle magazine from the early sixties. It was worn thin and the colors faded but there was no mistaking the image. It was me." Tears were coming to Billy's eyes. "So you all can understand why Oscar and I want him to stand with us." Everyone agreed.
Big Jim finished and excused himself to go to the dungeon to speak with his partner and check on his charge. Jeb and Chief were talking quietly and finished eating. Jim sat down and began to outline what Bert had asked of Big Beryl. Jeb listened for a moment then spoke.
"Jim, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you would make these decisions from now on. I accept whatever you think's best. It's going to be all I can do to get through my part of our boys training. I may have you sit in on most of it in case you might wish to do it again in the future. Chief you might be interested, too. You're young and could be a big help to your big brother here." Jeb smiled a knowing smile. Chief blushed.
"I'd be happy to serve and learn, Master Jeb. I would be honored."
"Sounds good to me, too." said the Dungeon Master as he extended his hand in welcome to Jim Redfeather. Chief took the big man's hand and shook it firmly.
"All right, Son, find six square pieces of paper about four inches and mark the numbers 1 on the first , 2 on the second. Since we have four of the six Masters here this morning we're going to draw for the weekend placement for our slave.
You'll get to pick one as well Chief since you've paid your deposit in full. Sam and Yoshie are out of town this weekend and so is Dirk and Allen. We have their permission to draw for them. I'll ask Billy to draw for Dirk and I'll draw for Sam."
Jeb helped Chief with the papers and Chief carefully numbered each. They were folded and placed in a large tupperware mixing bowl. Big Jim carried the bowl out to the table were the Masters were sitting still drinking coffee.
"Weekend placement drawing for our new slave, Gentleman. We have four of the six Masters that have paid deposits and I will draw for Master Sam. Billy will draw for Master Dirk. Now, who will be first?" Everyone looked around. Big Beryl took the lead.
"I will say who goes first. There should be some prerogatives for the head of this family." They all laughed but agreed with the old man.
"Earl first, for obvious reasons. Then we'll go by age. The oldest next which will be me. Bert will be next. You draw for Sam next, Jim. Sorry young man," He spoke to Chief, "you'll have to settle for last." He laughed.
"Not a problem, Sir." laughed Chief.
"No one open until we've all drawn, agreed?" They all agreed. The bowl was passed, each man took a square of paper and Big Beryl gave the okay to open them.
"Okay, who got number one?" Asked Big Beryl.
"Looks like Sam and Yoshie." said Big Jim.
"We got number two." Beryl said.
"Number three said Earl D."
"Four." said Bert
"Dirk and Allen got five." said Billy
"Six." said Chief.
Big Jim copied the order on a piece of paper he had.
"Okay, starting the first weekend of next month our boy will spend the weekend with Master Sam and Yoshie. The next weekend with Master Beryl and Blaine. Followed by Master Earl, Master Bert, Master Dirk and Allen, and last and certainly not least, our new Master, Master Jim.
Good! There are possibly two more available. By the way, it is agreed that we will have Master Bert and Oscars transference the same night that our boy becomes a slave." They all applauded.
"May I bring up one other thing, Gentlemen?" Master Bert asked.
"Certainly, Sir." replied the Dungeon Master. Bert pushed an envelope to the Dungeon Master. "There's two hundred cash for one more Master. This Master is known to me, my slave Oscar, Billy and many of my previous family. He would be interested in a new slave. He's requested a weekend with Beau. You might know him as well, Master Jim. He goes by the name, 'Master Bear.'"
"No, I can't say's I do." If you, your slave and Billy vouch for him I will accept his deposit as Jeb has given me full charge in these matters. May I speak to your intended slave and Billy concerning this, Sir?"
"Of Course, let's call Oscar." Billy was already there and Oscar joined him.
"Do you slaves know this man, Master Bear? Is he a valid member of a family such as ours and would he make a good and sane Master for our slave."
"Absolutely!" Said Oscar.
"One of the best Masters around and handsome as the devil himself." said Billy. Earl D. tried not to show it but was unsettled by the introduction of this new Master. He had to get Oscar and Billy aside and question them further. The Dungeon Master accepted the money and agreed to set a weekend aside for Master Bear
"I received a phone call earlier today and Master Zack has sent two hundred dollars in the mail for a weekend reservation with our slave. Since he is our family I will give him the seventh week end and Master Bear the last weekend. Then it's done.
There are several other deposits from Masters that wish a evening with our slave. Five in all so far. We won't accept any further deposits for weekends with our slave to be. We'll have an open house the Saturday that bidding is due and our slave's new owner will be announced that evening.
All bids must be in my hand by six in the evening.. Our new slave will be on display all afternoon for any Master's final inspection. Announcements will be sent to all family members regarding the rules and times. Jeb and I are hosting an open bar, catered party with food and drinks for all in celebration."
Part III ~ Deep River, Muddy Waters
"I gits weary and sick of trying' I'm tired of livin' and scared of dying, But Old Man river, he just keeps rolling along" Jerome Kern
I was fed again. It was my fourth feeding so I knew it had to be late Saturday afternoon. I had let my mind drift where it wanted to go. I didn't try to control it. I kept returning to my childhood and remembed begging my mother to take care of my little brother and sister.
Most of the time she would be depressed or on medications that made her so dysfunctional she couldn't do anything. Sometimes she would be dead drunk. I complained over and over to my dad to try to get him to do something, anything about it.
He would pat me on the head and tell me what a good boy I was to help but he would do nothing. It must have been hard for him but I don't think he ever stopped to think how hard it was on me and how it shaped my life. He remained with her all those years.
He never had an affair that I know of. He never had time. He went to work every day and brought home his pay check. I had to buy groceries or no one would have been fed. Dad gave me a weekly household allowance and I would buy everything for the week I thought we needed.
I became good at clipping coupons and shopping values. I became a wife to my dad and a mother to my brother and sister. I became a slave to them.
It didn't stop until I left for college. I wiped their noses, tied their shoes, fed them, cleaned up after them, kissed their tears away, did the laundry and gave them love. If the results of my childhood was that I was imprinted as a slave, as an adult, I wanted some token for my efforts.
One night I got out one of my muscle magazines I hid under two loose boards in the bottom of my closet. I was looking at my love, Clancey Mc Gee. My dad walked in and caught me playing with myself. I was mortified. He grabbed the magazine out of my hand, took a hard look at it and then got a smile on his face.
"He's one hell of a good looking man, Son." He handed me the magazine back and messed my hair, "Maybe I'll borrow it from you later. I haven't jacked off in a couple of years and he is a hot one."
I was floored. Could my dad have been gay or was he just trying to be magnanimous so I wouldn't feel bad? I don't know that he ever had any other contacts. He was regular as clock work. I knew his schedule and he never varied. Could he have discovered late in life he was gay and stopped having sex with my mother? Was that why she was so miserable all those years?
He never borrowed the magazine but once again when he caught me jacking off he asked if I needed any help. I assured him I didn't. He winked and closed the door. Would he have? Did he want that? Had I become his wife in his mind?
I took care of him. Made sure his clothes were washed, ironed, and folded. I put them exactly where he liked them. After my Mother died when I came home from the service he would find someway to be alone with me.
He was never physical but would cry sitting in the car with me. He would tell me how much he loved me and he appreciated my help all those years. He would express how bitterly he missed me. He not only loved me as a Son, he fell in love with me. The realization of that brought a flood of tears from me that left me heaving in the sling. So much so I heard a voice on the ear phones.
"Slave, I'm here for you. You're being watched over by those who love you. Are you in physical pain?" Red light.
"Are you facing yourself?" Green light.
"It won't be long now until your evening fuck so that should give you something to look forward to. We brought in another guest fucker this evening. Hang in there, slave."
They left me alone and I felt much better understanding the epiphany that I just experienced. Why? Had I always known but never wanted to admit it to myself?
"Everyone was still chatting at the table. Either having a beer or more coffee. It was getting dark. Big Jim approached Earl D. and asked to speak to him in private. Earl followed the Dungeon Master to the auditorium.
"Jeb has turned over all of the Dungeon Master decisions to me. Don't spread it around but he is getting worse and doesn't have the strength to see this through to completion without a lot of help from me and maybe Chief.
I'm enjoying the hell out of playing Dungeon Master, as you can probably tell but I wanted you to know about Jeb's condition. I know how close the two of you are." Earl thanked Big Jim.
"Second thing, our boy is going into fugue state and facing some dragons. He needs a solid physical communion with someone who loves him and whom he loves. Would you consider giving him his evening fuck?
I'll clear the dungeon for you and you may be alone with him if you like. The only rule is no verbal communication. You may communicate volumes through your dick. As Dungeon Master I would appreciate it if you would. He needs you right now."
"You know I will. You don't have to ask anyone to leave. I'm perfectly comfortable with our family. Any or all that want to, may watch."
"There's a small pin spot that will light only the area of his ass and you won't even be aware of anyone else. I'll tell everyone that wants to watch to find a folding chair and take it to the dungeon or they may sit on the floor."
The Dungeon Master went around and quietly told everyone. Surprisingly, not every one wanted to watch. Jeb retired to his bedroom and looked bad. Chief was all ready in the dungeon and so were Beryl and Blaine. Billy decided to join the group in the basement to leave Bert and Oscar alone for a while.
Everyone settled and Earl followed Big Jim down into the dungeon. Big Jim turned off all lights except one tiny pin spot aimed right on Beau's ass. The Dungeon Master removed Beau's plug into a waiting towel and patted his ass.
"Master Earl..." The Dungeon Master motioned for Master Earl to come forward. "Master Earl will need a slave for lubricant and to get him primed."
"Blaine!" Barked Master Beryl. Blaine was on his knees in front of Master Earl.
He first kissed each of his boots as Master Earl offered his hand. He kissed it and placed it to his forehead for further orders.
"Clean my cod piece slave and I'll tell you when you may remove it."
Blaine thanked him and threw his all into cleaning, licking, and sucking on the handsome Master's big cod piece. He could feel Master Earl's snake start to engorge itself inside as the piece became more filled. After he had gone over every inch several times it was wet from his attention.
"You may remove it, slave. You did a good job of cleaning and paying homage to this Master. You're a credit to your good Master."
Blaine caught an upper snap in his teeth and pulled the entire piece off. Master Earl's sizable cock flopped straight out into his face. It was delicious looking to Blaine and he was hungry for some good hot Cop dick.
"May I, Master?"
"Yes, Son."
Blaine started by kissing the head and then making love to the entire length of the shaft. He kissed each of Master Earl's balls and licked them a little.
"Clean my balls good for me, slave."
Big Beryl nudged Chief as if to say, "Damn, Earl's a hot Master and my slave is really doing me proud." Blaine was in heaven sucking and cleaning Master Earl's low hanging balls.
"Now, slave, get me good n' hard with a lot of spit."
That was the order Blaine was waiting for. He began to suck and take more and more of Master Earl down his throat. Master Earl turned him sideways to the assembled family so they could get a better view.
Big Beryl leaned over to Chief an whispered " My slave's gonna' get fucked tonight, big time! Woah!" Master Earl was fully erect and ready to fuck some slave-boy butt.
"That'll be enough, slave."
Blaine again kissed each of his boots and Master Earl once more held his hand for him. After completing the ritual he spoke to Blaine.
"Rise, slave and give this Master your love." Blaine was in his arms in an instant. Master Earl laid a kiss on Blaine that made Blaine go limp. Master Beryl slapped his knee and laughed softly.
"Thank you, slave." Master Earl said softly to Blaine.
"My pleasure, Sir, my pleasure." You could tell Blaine wasn't lying.
Master Earl moved to his intended slave in the sling. You could have heard a cockroach fart it was so quiet in the dungeon as he placed his big dick on his slave's rosebud. He reached up and grabbed the chains in front of his slave. He lunged forward and in one swift, fluid movement sunk his dick deep into his slave. He felt his balls swing and bang beneath him. There were several gasps at his entrance.
I felt a large dick slammed into my ass and pushed back and up to receive it as Master Jeb taught me so many weeks ago. It was wonderful to feel someone in me again. At first I thought it was Master Jim but it didn't have quite the same feel.
My evening fucker let my ass adjust for a good while taking a small stroke or two to relax my hole. Then the first couple of good strokes I knew I had a Cadillac in my garage. It was my Master and I wiggled my ass in excitement.
"You can't fool this kid." He spoke softly to the peanut gallery, "He just told me he know's it's me." He laughed as he took another couple of good, long. deep strokes into me.
Shit!! Son of a bitch! Damn!! Hell! Fuck!! My Master felt good and I was trying my best to help him get the best of my ass that he could. He obviously was enjoying this. I could feel a certain joy in his strokes.
I know it sounds crazy but I could feel this must have been unexpected and he was not going to let the opportunity pass without making this a memorable fuck. Tonight he was my Cadillac and I hoped he might shift gears to let his animal drive.
What the hell, slave, you're getting fucked by your Master. It's his pleasure that's important, not yours. Give it up to him any way he wants to take it from you. Something clicked in me and I knew at that moment I was becoming the slave that Master Jeb had told me about. When that clicked in my brain and I began to concern myself with his pleasure I began to get what I needed.
My Master had put his wild animal at the wheel. I could still tell it was a Cadillac but his beast was putting the pedal to the metal. He kept on and on with his assault. He was relentless. I was building up fast. I couldn't hold it much longer but I was trying.
It was almost like he wanted to feel my ass biting down on his cock as he fucked me furiously. I couldn't hold it any more and shot three times and felt my ass trying to bite his dick off. He felt it go crazy as I felt his flow begin.
I was being fed a man size feast by his beast. God, he fucked me good. He lay on top of me and I thought I heard applause but wasn't sure. Was there an audience? Did my Master take me in front of an audience? Damn, the thought made me hot. I started to milk his cock to get the last drops of his hot come into my ass. I wanted every drop.
To be plugged and absorb his wonderful seed was enough to get me through the rest of this. He left his cock in me for a long time laying on top of me with his arms under and around me. I could feel his left hand stroking my chest like he liked to do.
He inched up and found my tits and began to tease them between his thumb and forefinger. He didn't hurt me. He just played with them. It was making me so hot I began to hump his dick praying he'd fuck me again.
He didn't. He wasn't in charge and had to defer to the Dungeon Master. He was happy to be able to have me one more time. He slowly pulled out and I started crying but tried not to let anyone know.
"He's crying." Earl said to Jim. "Do you think I hurt him?"
"Not likely. You should know. He's hopelessly in love with you and misses you. He wants you back in him but that's enough for tonight. Watch this." Big Jim went to the microphone.
"Everything all right, Son?" Red Light.
"Problem Son?" The green light flashed, 'l...o...v...e...m..a..s..t..e..r'...Blaine translated.
"See, what did I tell you?" Big Jim chided his brother. "Gimme' a hug, Brother, the Dungeon Master needs one right now." Earl D. threw his arms around the big man.
"You're one of a kind, Brother, and I'm proud to call you that. You're a big man." Master Earl spoke softly in the Dungeon Master's ear. The double meaning didn't pass Big Jim. He laughed and patted Earl on the back hard and gave him a goodly bear hug.
I was fed some wonderful homemade soup broth again. It was different from the first but just as good. I wasn't treated to any more stimulus for the rest of the night. I was on my own except for three people watching me round the clock.
Beryl and Blaine went to one of the upstairs bed rooms, made the bed and crashed. Big Jim invited Chief to stay over if he wished. Chief wasn't about to miss a chance to be included and slept next to Big Jim almost all night on the leather futon.
Master Bert , Billy and Oscar were keeping watch over the slave. The dungeon was quiet and all lights were out except a small pin spot on the slave hanging in mid air.
The Dungeon Master still wore his leathers on but Chief had taken his off to be more comfortable. Master Jim threw a comforter over the both of them for warmth. Chief woke up with a huge hairy arm around him pulling him close to the big bear of a man.
Chief dreamed of this. It was enough to consider the Dungeon Master becoming his big brother but to be lying next to him, this close, was a dream come true. He fell asleep and dreamed more peaceful dreams than he had in years.
Once he awoke and rolled over into the giant to get closer. Was that a small smile he sensed come across the giant's face. It was dark. He couldn't be sure. The Dungeon Master was sure, he pulled Chief closer.
The next morning was a whirlwind of activity. Jeb was up early and Billy awoke the Dungeon Master to start his day. Chief remained on the futon, asleep in his comfortable dreams. Billy and Oscar went upstairs to start breakfast for everyone.
Master Earl left and returned to his home. He had things to do Sunday but would check in or call when Beau came out of bondage. The Dungeon Master requested Earl D. to be present. He said he would try.
The final ten to twelve hours of bondage is the worst. You go deep inside yourself to look at things you've tied behind your back for years. Things you would ordinarily never let yourself think of. The memories, good, bad, and ugly come bubbling up from the depths to confront you.
You can't run away because there's no where to run. It won't go away until you deal with it. There can be much weeping and gnashing of teeth during that period. (figure of speech since my mouth was plugged.)
By Sunday afternoon I was becoming uncomfortable. I was fighting off muscle cramps from inactivity and I had no more tears to shed. I felt completely washed out like an old dishcloth. Yet, somehow, I felt cleansed.
I felt like areas of my life would never bother me again because I finally dealt with them. They were done, resolved and gone. I thought the time would never come but I finally felt the Gurney being rolled under me and raised so I was laying on it and my chains were free.
I was unhooked and gently rolled somewhere. Four big arms transferred me to a table covered in leather. Slowly both sides of the bondage harness was removed. Someone was removing my boots. Someone else was gently undoing my pants.
They were removed. Someone removed my leather shirt and gauntlet gloves. Next my plug was removed but not my eye patch. Sitting up I felt someone removing the leather hood and laid me back down before removing it. It was finally taken away. My eyes adjusted and I was laying in the middle of the futon.
All around me was my family including my Master. Everyone, to a man, was completely nude. No one had any clothes on including my Dungeon Master who was laying next to me. I rolled into him and put my arms around his big neck and started crying I was so moved. He held me tight.
"These other folks watched over you, too." He whispered. I turned to my Master and hugged him and didn't want to let go. I kissed him and told him I loved him. He returned the love to me. Then each, in kind, hugged and kissed me. They all had tears in their eyes.
Chief was so moved we started crying together. Big Beryl was beside himself with joy, love and couldn't hug me tight enough. I thought he was going to break something. Blaine was bananas. It was a wonderful unexpected reunion. These wonderful men had become my family. Who could want for a more diverse yet loving group of men to love.
"You hungry, pretty slave-boy?" My Dungeon Master asked quietly.
"Yes, Sir, a little."
"Come then, we have food prepared for you."
They helped me up. My legs were unsteady. They assisted me out of the dungeon. We walked to the outside and there was a feast laid out before us for all to enjoy. Oscar had been cooking all afternoon and everyone sat down to eat.
Everyone ate in the nude in the warm summer evening as the last rays of the warm California sun sank into the ocean. Master Beryl raised his glass and spoke.
"To our new slave. On releasing him from the bondage of his past to the freedom of his new life as a slave."
Everyone was in agreement and clinked glasses. It was the best meal I've ever eaten. I ate too much. I was so full and growing tired. I felt emotionally drained and yet happier than I could remember. I was so grateful to these men for their unconditional love for me.
I asked Master Jim to take me to his room. I hugged and kissed everyone good night including my Master who understood my need to lay down. The Dungeon Master swept me up in his arms and carried me to his bed. He laid me out and covered me. Then he kissed me.
"I have responsibilities to our guest so I won't be back for a while. Can I send your Master to lay with you for a while?"
"You would do that for me?"
"Don't you know by now?"
"I'm sorry, Master. I love you, too."
I was drifting off to sleep when I felt a pair of big arms surround me and hold me close. It was my Master and I turned to him and wept in his arms. He understood. He held me close and I went out like a light.
I remember waking up during the night and there were another, bigger pair of arms around me and I moved closer to the warmth of my giant ox. He held me as I drifted back to sleep. I had wanted to belong. I wanted to be loved. I was beginning to believe I'd found it.
If someone told me how and what form that love would take, would I have understood? Becoming a slave was nothing like I thought it would be. My life was becoming not my own any more. I was becoming a part of something bigger.
To be owned by another man multiplied my world by two but to be brought into a family as richly complex and caring as this one would have been incomprehensible to me a couple of months ago. I was looking for a new world and found a universe. Instead of living my life in my self-imposed prison I was being freed to love in so many new and wonderful ways.
I was giving up things others might find necessary for control of their lives. It wasn't until I decided to let go of that control, I truly began to feel free. I found the freedom of my chains, the greater bond of trust. The greater freedom of unconditional love.
For the first time in my stupid, miserable, warped life I was beginning to like who and what I was. I liked the slave I was becoming. I looked upon him with a new light and found him fair. The man-child that was imprinted as a slave I was ashamed of all these years took the hand of the adult-man who found him fair.
The adult whispered to the young boy that he thought he was good and beautiful and asked if he would help him learn to be a good and loving slave? With the man-child's wisdom and help, I would become a slave to a good man that would control me yet give me the love my father never could. We would both finally belong to someone; a worthy someone to appreciate us.
Perhaps my dad could have offered that but I never allowed him to cross that threshold. What a can of worms that might have opened? I began to have dreams of having sex with my dad and never before wanted to admit that I was sexually attracted to him for years. When I showed a picture to my Master of my dad he laughed. I asked him why?
"It's obvious your attraction to Billy all those years. He was a pumped up version of your dad. He could be Billy's brother." With his suggestion, I looked again and realized the close resemblance. Perhaps my dad saw it too when he looked at the picture of Billy?
Did he understand before I did and tried to give me a chance to be with him? I didn't. I couldn't at the time. I was so let down and felt taken for granted by my dad that I had little love for him by the time I left home. He must have been devastated.
I never really loved my dad until I understood that. I blamed him for my misery as an adult. For not doing something about me becoming a slave to the family. I never had a childhood. I never really had an adolescence. I was too busy playing a being an adult.
I'm still close to my little brother and sister. Our love is perverse. They love me as a surrogate mother. A combination of Big Mama, Big Brother, Big Daddy, and Santa Claus, all rolled into one generous, pay-off slot machine. They still send me their wish lists at Christmas.
It became clear to me after all those years the great love of my dad's life was his son. I never knew! He never told me. I knew someday I would return to my father's home with my Master. I would introduce Master Earl to my dad as my Master.
I would not lie nor try to hide my life choice of becoming a slave to this beautiful man. I would hold my head high and be proud of the little boy I was and the man he had become. My father might understand.
He may not approve but he'd try to understand. I didn't need his approval. I had desperately needed his help and approval as a child but never got it. The harder I tried, the more I was taken for granted.
Then I would ask him, if he thought my choice of becoming Master Earl's slave was so far different than what he expected of me as a child? I would tell him for the first time in my life someone asked a commitment of me to become their possession, their property.
I belong to this handsome man, he owns me, Dad. Would he grow to love my Master for my sake? Is the old saying true? The fruit doesn't fall too far from the tree. The tree had a few surprises for the fruit as I later discovered. The river of life, no matter how deep or slow, keeps on rolling along.
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End Chapter 19 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com Visit Web Site: http://www.asstr.org/~Waddie_Greywolf