Ties That Bind

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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 20 ~ Bell, Book, And Candle

Part I ~ Epiphanie Antagonistes

"Rock of ages, cleft for me let me hide myself in thee." Fanny Crosby~

I awoke the next morning feeling better than I had in a long time and hornier than a tom cat with a hormone problem. I eased out of bed and went to the shower to cleaned myself. When satisfied, I dried carefully and snuck back into bed next to the Dungeon Master.

I knew him well enough to sense when he was about to wake up. Babe was already awake and ready to play. I positioned my ass right on Babe and gently pushed back until I felt him pop his head in to look around. I guess he was pleased that I seemed clean, warm, and comfortable because I felt six inches or more wiggle into my butt.

At that point, I knew the giant was awake and probably had a large smile on his face. I pushed my ass back a little harder and managed to get about three quarters of Babe in me. I felt his big hairy arms around me pulling me up to him tightly and Babe was driven all the way into my barn. Oh geeze, he just fit. We lay there together and my giant ox reached down with his big head and kissed me behind the ear.

"I can tell you've been in the shower. You smell good. You do that for me?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master. I'm so horny I was gonna' get some this morning if I had to tie you to the bed. I crawled back in bed and saw that Babe was ready to play. I opened the barn door and led him in."

"Damn! Those workouts are really pumping the testosterone into you. You'll be wantin' to get in my ass if I don't watch out."

"If you need it, Master, it's yours and I promise you the best.

"You know, slave, I may surprise the holy hell out of you some night to see what junior can do. In the meantime, don't bet the farm on it happening. I know one thing about you. It would never change our relationship nor would you think me any less a man or Master. You've been imprinted that I'm your Master, one of your owners, and that will never be altered."

"You're right, I am imprinted that way. To be honest, I never want to think of you any other way. With you inside me like this, do you think I would ever want to switch places? Only at your behest, Master." I said with all humility as he took a couple of giant strokes into my ass.

"Oh, shit, Master, that feels good. I ain't gonna' be able to hold out long."

Master Jim reached behind him into the drawer of his night stand and pulled out a studded leather strap. He reached in front of me and ordered me to hold my cock and balls away from my body. I did and he snapped the leather ring tight around that area. He let go and the ring got tight. It felt good but it all of a sudden cut my need to come in half.

"That should take care of an early shot from my slave so I can get in some early morning plowing. Now, you were saying...."

"I was saying how great my Dungeon Master feels inside of me. Can't you get more in, please?" He started laughing pulled almost all the way out.

"Take a deep breath..." I did and he gently but forcefully made me ride Bade all the way to the base. He arched his back to make sure Babe was lodged within me as far as he could get it.

"That enough, Son?"

"It's in-decent Master." He laughed at my joke. I started riding up and down on Babe getting my saddle broken in. I had a feeling I was going to get fucked royally.

"You're not riding Babe this morning, Little Beaver. The Dungeon Master is taking his pony for a ride this morning. Relax and enjoy the ride."

I knew that was a figure of speech. If I could improve something in my fucking he would stop, correct me and do his stroke over several times to make sure I responded the way he wanted. I was not allowed to be a lazy fuck.

You get more out of it when you put more into it. Big Jim had built his bed to his own needs. It was huge and he had a special large mattress made for it. It wasn't too high off the floor but it was high enough that kneeling he could fuck someone on the edge of the bed comfortably.

He got me to the end of the bed, pulled part way out, flipped me over on my back and I hit the position. As he entered me I could feel all of his giant cock going into me big time. He handed me some handles that were attached to a couple of ropes on either side of me. With them I could hold myself in position no matter how hard he fucked me.

Neat idea. I could just keep pulling my self back into prime position for his pleasure. It was simple in design, easy to use and served it's purpose well. I quickly learned to use it for his maximum benefit. I wanted to pleasure this big man to gain his approval in the worst way.

I didn't have to wait long before the Dungeon Master started fucking me hard and deep. I knew it wasn't going to take Babe long to ride to the barn. After a few minutes of some pretty intense fucking he slowed down and finally stopped, remaining docked to the balls in my ass.

"Your ox doing you some good, Beaver?"

"God, yes, Dungeon Master, take all you want from your slave. I love it, you're taking a break, it means I get fucked a little longer. Am I doing my ox some good, Master?"

"I think you know the answer to that, but a slave should hear they're doing an exceptional job from time to time and this is one of them. Old Babe's been hankering for some slave-boy butt ever since he strung you up in the dungeon two days ago. So hang on, slave, you're in for a good one." he wasn't kidding.

Thank God he installed those handles. He kept trying to get in my ass further and further. He was in no rush, he took a couple more breaks. I was over my need to come. The leather ring he snapped on my cock and balls was doing it's job.

I was working so hard for his pleasure I forgot about how great it felt to me; another epiphany perhaps. I placed the Dungeon Master's needs more important than mine. It was working. The old man knows what he's doing.

My brain is being rewired. Was I frightened about the prospect? Not in the least. This was the greatest feeling of my life giving to this giant man. He raised up a little and bent over to kiss me gently as if he knew the revelation I just had. He leaned close to my ear.

"You're my slave. You will always be my slave. Now, I'm going to grab a piece of your love and rip it out of your ass as I replace it with a hefty load of ox love!"

He started again and fucked me so hard I though we were having an earthquake. I rode every thrust down to the last one!

"THAT'S IT SLAVE! I'VE GRABBED IT AND I'M TAKING... IT... AWAY.... RIGHT... NOW!!! AAAAAAUUUUGGGG!"

I felt his flow begin in me with his first volley and knew I didn't need permission to get mine. I shot all over him giving in to that love he had just taken from me. He felt my ass chewing on his big dick and he went into his other world ejaculation.

I don't think he ever realized. When his saliva started to flow it would be slung all over the place, me included. He was out of it for a few minutes as I felt him shoot again. How was that possible? He would shoot once then go into this nether world where an animal took possession of him and it shot into me as well.

I'm not talking just a little spit. I'm talking volumes of saliva. I would be wet and so would he. I can't tell you the number of times I cleaned and dried that big man. He never failed to fulfill me totally and satisfy me sexually. I wasn't horny anymore. I knew I would go through the day with a smile on my lips and a song in 'me' heart.

That morning was the first morning of our second week of jogging. I hadn't done any exercise like that in years and my tongue was hanging out. As time went on I lost inches off my waist and so did the Dungeon Master. He was really shaping up and getting looks from all quarters.

My second bondage was not so difficult but still there were the hurts, the questions, the pain of my past that came flooding in. I was so touched by my family. They gathered for each session to see me through, help in anyway they could, and generally wish me well in my transformation.

The Dungeon Master would purposely not share with me who would be there. It was his call as Dungeon Master and Jeb was so damn proud of him you'd of though he just had a baby. His love for his big friend took on new dimensions.

It also improved his health somewhat. He was feeling better. He looked better. The second bondage I was watched over by Sam, Yoshie, Big Dirk, and Allen. Big Beryl and Blaine were there for every one.

Chief didn't want to seem to anxious or make a nuisance of himself. He would call Friday nights after work to see if he was needed. Big Jim made a little brother of him and felt comfortable when Chief was around. Chief worshiped Big Jim. Big Jim would joke with him.

"No, I think we have enough help. Well, maybe there's a few things you might help with. You might keep the Dungeon Master warm when he naps between stretches. Chief would be there as fast as his Norton would get him there.

He was there, all weekend every week. He was also being carefully taught by both Masters should he be needed in the future to help train slaves. He took his learning seriously. Chief sat in on my conversations with Master Jeb and saw the ways he was leading my thinking.

He observed things that I was having problems with. He saw how easily they could be overcome. The important thing was to lead the slave's thinking but he must come to an understanding on his on.

My Master checked on my progress but didn't want to infringe on his brother's turf. He was a wise enough man to know when to back off and let the natural flow of things progress.

The third bondage trip the Dungeon Master made a special call to him to come quickly. I was having a rough time and he couldn't get me calmed down. My Master came and did nothing more than place his hand on me.

I sensed it was him and immediately settled down. A quiet calm came over me when I felt his strength and trust passing into my spirit. It was all right, my Master was there. He broke down and cried at my simple love and need for him. He knew he would never have to question it no matter how many times he left me with the Dungeon Master.

I was beginning to think of Big Jim as the Dungeon Master. He walked proud and tall with his hips thrown forward and swaggered a little. Gone was his usual stooped shoulder, forward leaning, lumbering, Neanderthal gait. The Dungeon Master was taking on a sexy new persona.

I never knew a person could change right before your eyes. His face was even becoming better looking. He actually went from borderline ugly to ruggedly handsome.

None of these new qualities were missed by the girls at the gym. Oh God, the girls at the gym! I made sure I only called Big Jim 'Sir' at the gym, never 'Master.' Especially not 'Dungeon Master.' The more they tried to figure us out the more they began to appreciate Big Jim and his apparent change.

The work outs were taking it's toll on him, too. He was always big but now he was getting fucking enormous. His shoulders and arms became massive. He was a good trainer. He never ask me to lift more than he thought was safe but he worked my fucking ass off.

He would have me so tired after workouts I wanted to lay down and die or at least take a good nap. He wouldn't hear of it. I had other things to accomplish. By the end the day I no longer had much of an ass but what I had was dragging.

By the second week of training he started us running several blocks and back home before the gym. Each day he increased it another block. He was literally working my ass off.

I dropped almost two sizes in my waste and my 'Tuff Nuts' hung on me like a laundry bag. I didn't have the ass that I use to have anymore. All I had left were two small round masses the size of two small bowling balls.

The day crowd at the gym increased ten fold. We had to wait for exercise benches. I could tell Master Jim was not amused. He was a good friend of the gym manager/owner. Big Jim made a deal with him to do clean up for the day and wash and fold his gym towels. He had a super-load washer and all we had to do was put them in, dry them, and fold them. He gave Big Jim a key.

We got up early and was there working out and cleaning up two hours before the gym opened for the day. The owner would walk in, look around and seem pleased with our work. I scrubbed down the showers really good twice a week and gave them a passable shot the rest. He said it was the cleanest his gym had been in years.

Well, guess what happened? The girls would see us working out and come with their color coordinated Gucci bags and fanny packs to try to get in that early in the morning. The hours are posted on the door. Couldn't they read? We finally had to put up a cardboard sign that said: "Gym not open until 10:00 A.M. Clean up crew working!"

The owner was really pleased with our work and we got our workouts done in good time. We even had time to do extra on Fridays if Master Jim felt I needed it, which was every Friday.

The owner got a lot of complaints. If we were working out why couldn't they? There were some pissed off queens. The owner would just hoot and slap his side when he told us the latest story. He didn't give a shit, he was getting a hell of a deal. The cleaning crew he had before only came in twice a week, charged him almost three hundred per month and then wouldn't fold the towels or clean the shower. Why? I wondered.

Big Jim didn't expect me to do everything. He worked as hard as I did and would clean mirrors and windows once a week. We had it down to a science and the owner couldn't have been happier. He couldn't believe we cleaned the windows and mirrors.

After the second month he wouldn't accept our gym fees and joked that he should be paying us. We still had queens come to the doors and get pissed because we wouldn't let them in even though the sign was right in front of their eyes. Big Jim would smile sweetly and just point to the sign. They would walk off in a huff and we would have a good laugh.

"Teach you to make fun of the giant and his slave." He'd growl at them as he smiled sweetly and waved. We would both fall out laughing.

My first month of training was coming to an end and my respect and love for both Masters had grown by leaps and bounds. I found myself using less familiar names with Big Jim. He became the Dungeon Master and I felt I should show him that respect.

He questioned me several times and I explained my feelings. He thought about it for a couple of days and then one morning after working out he sat me down on a bench and sat next to me. We were alone, as we finished early and the owner hadn't come in yet.

"I've thought a lot about your answer about respect for me and not using such familiar names and terms. I must impress on you that I understand that's my due as your Master and especially as your Dungeon Master. You're showing your training buy needing to show me this respect.

I understand; however, you're not an average slave. I love you deeply and I know you love me." He saw a light go on in my brain and I smiled. He smiled back wickedly, "Don't say it or I'll backhand you off that bench!" we broke up with laughter. "I can't go too long with you without something funny passing between us. We know each other so well." He was silent for a moment, put his hands together and leaned forward to rest his arms on his legs.

"My point is exactly that. You're little names for me are part of you that I love. They're a part of you that, in private, I need. In public, I expect the greatest respect from you and you've never disappointed me.

On the contrary, you've gone overboard with your respect and manners toward me even around our family. That's another thing about you I love. In the context of all that, think about this. Should you deny your Master anything? If your answer is 'no' then you'll consider my request to rethink giving up your familiar names for me.

You realize, of course, I could make it an order. I don't want to. I'd rather you come to that conclusion on your own because you love me. Do you understand? Do you have any questions?"

"What you're saying is I'm guilty of overkill. I hadn't thought of it that way. I thought I was being a good and respectful slave. You're saying, I am and don't need to be so formal in private. Lighten up, Kid, I'm still your big blue ox? Ride Babe to the barn?"

"Right, exactly!"

"I'm sorry, Master." I had tears in my eyes. "I didn't consider you might get pleasure from my nonsense. You don't have to order me Doc Ox. You've fixed the problem. To be honest, I've missed my conversations with Babe." He hugged me and laughed as he held me tight.

"Come on, Little Beaver, let's go home."

"Yes, Master Ox."

"Better," he said, "much better."

Part II ~ Wise Men From The East

Wednesday night, the second week of my training Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master invited my Master for dinner along with my brother who was fast becoming an integral part of our immediate family. Chief loved being around the men in our family and loved any contact he could have with me as well.

He would check in with Master Jeb every evening and speak with the Dungeon Master as often as he could. I would tell him of my progress and answer his many questions. He seemed to be soaking up the ideals and ideas of the philosophy that ran the family and the intricacies of changing or molding a man's thinking through slave training.

The more he investigated and wrote about his findings as instructed by Master Jeb he found little or no fault with the training and began to learn as much of the Master's ways as he would teach him. Master Jeb was thrilled at Chief's interest and intelligence. He soaked up ideas and concepts like a sponge and interrelated them with his own background as a native American.

Many of the ideas and philosophies had parallels in his society. He began to keep copious notes in both languages; his native language and English. It was almost like he was becoming an apprentice training Master and going through slave training with me. Master Jeb confirmed his and my opinions that there were, indeed, corollaries.

Conversation around the dinner table was lively and everyone was in a good mood. The Dungeon Master was beginning to bloom in his position and even my good Master confided in Chief and I Big Jim had taken on a totally new appeal. It became obvious that my Master began to develop an admiration toward the family's new Dungeon Master and made no attempt to hide it.

"Has anyone been in contact with the Tucson contingent of our family?" asked the Dungeon Master.

"I spoke with Dan Yates, Cowboy and Griz night before last and invited them for our slaves final weekend of bondage and ceremony. They accepted and said they would bring Boots and Sonny. Big Gunn called last night and talked to me for about a half hour and said he and his slave would be here too."

"Excuse me, Master Earl, would 'Cowboy' by any chance be Billy Gunn Jr.?"

"Why, yes, Son, do you know him?"

"Know him?! I knew him and his real dad, Bud Cummings, when they made their winning tour of the rodeo circuit before I went to Nam. Cowboy was the first man I ever had sex with and we spent a week in a hayloft together on the Anderson's ranch north of Prescott. His dad, or uncle at the time, was a fine and understanding man.

Billy explained to me that he was trying to learn to become a slave to his beloved uncle but he didn't know everything yet. I found it interesting and exciting but I was so new to man sex Billy became a God to me and I fell very much in love with him. He had no hang ups about any sex and encouraged me to feel the same. He would do anything for me or to me I wanted to try. I wish every young man could have a Cowboy for their first time.

I joined the Navy and was in boot camp when he and his Uncle Bud won the nationals. Later his dad or uncle came to me in a dream in Nam and told me he died that night and was really Cowboy's biological father. He told me Cowboy and his buddies would be ambushed the next day and Billy would die if I didn't find him on the battlefield as quickly as possible.

The other corpsman thought I was nuts when I jumped off the hewey and ran through the corpses calling his name as loud as I could. They just shook their head but they started calling his name too and one saw him raise his boot and hollered to me.

It was the cowboy. My heart was crushed. His buddies were all dead on top of him. They threw themselves on him to protect him. We checked them out for any life signs as we gently removed them but they were gone. Billy was hanging on to life by a thread.

I hugged him to me and swore I would get him back safely. He opened his eyes and managed to get out my name and then he passed out. He didn't come to for three days and I was by his bedside when he did. I had to tell him his buddies were all dead."

Chief stopped for a minute and started weeping. I had my arm around him and saw my Master, Master Jeb and my big lovable ox had tears in their eyes as well. My Master put his hand on Chief's shoulder and consoled him.

"I've tried for years to contact Cowboy and I heard he bought a bike and became a slave to an outlaw biker. I never had his home address or phone number. Is he well? Is he happy?"

All three Master's filled Chief in on Cowboy's life and loss of his first Master. His new Master Dan Yates is the father of his lover and buddy in Nam that you pulled off of him. Gris is both their slave. He is a phenomen. He was left to them in a will by the brother of Cowboy's first Master.

"Cowboy is very well and happier than any of us have ever known him to be. His dad that raised him, Big Gunn, lives with his slave Ben Stafford Jr. on a ranch adjoining Dan Yates spread. He will really be glad to meet you. Cowboy has spoken many times of his Indian Brother that saved his life but we never put the two together."

"Son, hand me the telephone." Master Jeb spoke to me. I got the kitchen phone and handed it to my Master. He dialed a number.

"Dan. Jeb Henshaw here. How is everyone at the ranch?"

"Fine. Fine and the girls, how are they handling the heat."

"Fine, glad to hear that. Dan, we have a new family member we just discovered is an old friend of your cowboy slave. Saved his life in Nam. Is the Cowboy around. Sure, I'll hold on." Master Jeb handed Chief the phone.

"Jim, is that you?" Cowboy asked anxiously. Chief broke down and couldn't speak for a minute.

"It's all right, Sweet baby, your cowboy's here. Take your time. It's so damn good to hear from you, Jim."

"I'm sorry, Billy, I only learned a minute ago from our family you are the man I've been looking for all these years. It's a bit overwhelming to me."

"Are you a member of our family now, Chief? How wonderful."

"I'm trying to be. It's a long story I'll tell you when I see you. I understand your coming for Master Jeb, Master Jim and Master Earl's slave's final bondage weekend and ceremony."

"Yes, my Master has all ready accepted Master Earl's invitation and we should be there Friday afternoon to do what we can to help and wish him well. My dad is coming and he will be thrilled to meet you and make you another one of his sons. He sort of collects them.

You'll get to meet my big brother Griz, and you won't be prepared for how big a brother he is. He's bigger than the old man in the desert I love, Big Beryl. You'll love Griz and my other two brothers who both are named Billy Gunn, same's me. God, do we have a lot of catching up to do."

"I won't think of anything else until I see you again, my Love. You know I've always loved you."

"I will always love you, my savior, and I can't wait to see you again either."

They talked for a while longer and then said their goodbyes. Chief hung up the phone and had a big smile on his face even though his eyes were still filled with tears.

"Thanks you, Master Jeb. Thank you all for that. A big part of my life has been healed. You men have managed in a short period of time to bring a great deal of joy, hope and healing to my spirit. How can I ever repay you."

"Seems to me like your all ready have, little Brother." Big Jim put his huge hand on Chief's shoulder. If it weren't for you we wouldn't have Beau or Cowboy. I'd say what ever we do or have done for you is jump change." Master Jeb and Master Earl agreed.

The Tucson contingent did, indeed, come and were there for my final bondage journey. I was impressed by all of them. They were all fine good looking men and the one they called Griz was aptly named. However, he had to be a bit bigger than a full grown Grizzly male. He was enormous. He made my giant look like a normal sized man. When he held me he vibrated some tone or sonic sound deep within himself that soothed and healed my spirit.

He and Chief became good friends right away and I became friends with Sonny and his Master Boots. Big Gunn was so taken with how much Cowboy and I looked alike he deemed me one of his sons immediately. Because Chief was Cowboy's savior he was also immediately inducted as a member of the greater Gunn family.

Ceremonies

To destroy is always the first step in any creation~ e e cummings

The last afternoon of my bondage was hard. It was only Saturday afternoon but I was having a rough time I hadn't expected. I was to be released early that evening but by late afternoon I could see I wasn't going to make it.

I was going through some things about Nam I never told anybody. Some of the unorthodox things I did during periods of time patching up bodies. I felt guilt that maybe I didn't do the right thing. Some guy would be near death and I knew I couldn't help him long enough to get him back. I would shoot him up with morphine to ease his passing. I'd couldn't stayed around long enough to know whether I did the right thing.

We had to account for every drop of morphine or demerol we used. I could give a couple of guys a little less to have some for the worst cases. My heart could not let them die in pain, alone. I stayed with many until they died in my arms and breathed their last.

I'm not religious but would always ask God to receive them into his light. I cried for them night after night. This was ridiculous. I was in great emotional distress and several more hours in bondage was not going to heal this conundrum no matter how bravely I confronted it. I pressed both buttons. I heard the Dungeon Master on the ear phones.

"You're in distress?" Green light.

"Can you go on?" Red light. Flash! Flash! Flash!

Master Jim realized how wet it was on the deck underneath my head where I had been crying for hours. He wheeled the Gurney under me and once again I was released on the leather futon with my family.

This time I looked at Chief, Blaine and Cowboy with the horror still coming from my soul. They knew immediately and lunged for me. They held me and I cried in their arms. Master Jim gently ask the others to withdraw. They were concerned but complied. They didn't go far.

Blaine, Chief and Cowboy must have held me for over and hour. I couldn't cry anymore, I was just heaving and shaking uncontrollably. Master Earl came to me and Chief, Blaine and Cowboy let go. They were emotionally exhausted. My Master grabbed me and spoke kindly but firmly.

"Listen to me! Listen to my voice, you're all right, Son! Now, stop that! Cut that out, that's an order!" I calmed down and stopped.

"I'm sorry, Master."

"Shhhhhhuu..." He calmed me. "I'll never let you be hurt again. I made that promise to Wes and I make it to you. Trust your Master. Shhhhhhh...." He had a way of calming me when I was out of it.

In his arms, I was okay. His love was all encompassing, it surrounded me, it filled me and protected me. Then our family gathered again and there was not a dry eye among them. I felt the empathy of each and the love they showered on me was remarkable. Big Beryl held me so tight and cried in my arms until I had to calm him. Master Bert was a love. He hugged and kissed me.

"There's no need for apologies. Not to your family. We love you unconditionally." Master Bert stated. Master Jeb was in tears and apologized for not catching that I was in distress sooner. He said I'd had enough bondage. I passed. My giant was the last to hug me.

He didn't cry. He felt he needed to be strong and he was right. I laid my head on his bare chest, grabbed his hand, pulled it to my face and kissed the back of it. He put his big arms around my head and pulled me to his chest. He kissed me on top of the head.

"I love you, Beaver."

It was good I was released early. The clan began to gather for the ceremony in the auditorium. Master Jeb and Jim went over and over the ceremony with me. I was not told of Oscar's request that I stand with him for his ceremony.

The Dungeon Master ordered me to the showers and asked Chief and Blaine to get me ready for the ceremony. We were in a better mood and I had a little to eat. I was feeling better. I told them they didn't have to shower with me.

They insisted. They showered, too. They both took a cloth and scrubbed me within an inch of my life. I was to remain in the Dungeon until the ceremony started. I remained in the shower to purge myself. I came out, toweled myself and then stood looking at my image in the floor length mirror.

My God, where did Beau go? The man looking back at me was a remarkably handsome man. It couldn't be me? There was no one else in the room so it must be me. Chief walked up behind me and caught me admiring myself.

"You've worked hard, little Brother, and it shows. You are one hot piece of property. Look at my old dick. It can't wait for my weekend with you. I think we can help each other. I want to be alone with you for a while. I'm look forward to it."

"So am I, Chief. I was stunned when I found out you spent that much money for a weekend with me."

"It'll be worth it, for both of us."

The Dungeon Master came into the holding cell and spoke quietly to Chief telling him what to wear for the ceremony. All of Chief's leathers were in one of the holding cells under lock and key. He had the key. He went off to get dressed.

Master Jim brought me a large, thick heavy dog collar and placed it around my neck. He carefully snapped a small lock in the back to secure it. He snapped a leash onto the front 'D' ring. He all ready removed my plug. It was not to be in the ceremony.

He held a long white robe he had me try on. It fit pretty well. It was floor length and had a hood. He pulled the hood up over my head and secured the front of the robe. Billy and Oscar walked in dressed in the same white robes.

I asked them to stand with me in my ceremony. We sat and talked for a while as the Dungeon Master left to check on the progress of the assembled. He returned and his face lost it's color. He was as pale as if he'd seen a ghost. He sat down with us and spoke with awe in his voice.

"The entire, Goddamn, family is here! There must be close to three hundred people in that auditorium. We told the caterer to plan for a hundred and fifty to two hundred. I hope we have enough."

Billy and Oscar assured him there would be. Many people won't eat. A lot will just pick.

"I hope you're right. It's my responsibility as Dungeon Master to see to it. I don't want to be embarrassed."

"It'll be all right, Master, trust me." He looked at me funny and smiled.

"I feel better. Thanks, Beaver, your Dungeon Master thanks you." He hugged me and kissed me.

"Come, Son, it's time for you to become a slave." he hugged me again. Oscar and Billy were practically in tears as they hugged and kissed me. Oscar spoke for both.

"I requested you to stand with me for our ceremony after yours. Will you honor us by standing with Billy for me.

"I'd be thrilled and honored Oscar. I love you both." Master Jim took my leash and lead me up and out of the dungeon with Billy and Oscar following. We got to the door of the auditorium and I could see there were not enough chairs for everyone.

Some were standing. Everyone had a candle and they were lit. The three of us were given candles with small catch holders of aluminum. They were lit for us. We entered with the Dungeon Master leading me on my leash. Master Jim walked slowly and I walked behind him.

Oscar and Billy were to the side and behind me. I could see the Masters in black robes on the right and the slaves were in white robes on the left. Everyone had on robes. Everyone had candles in small holders. There were candles on the stage and in the sconces on the wall and overhead.

The Dungeon Master led me to the stage, up the stairs to the middle of the stage. I didn't look out into the audience. I was told to not look up until I was instructed to. Billy and Oscar came to me. They undid my robe and Billy put the hood back.

They moved behind me and removed my robe. The audience gasp and whispers ran through the assembled. I thought something might be wrong. Then several began to clap and they all started clapping. I didn't look up. I saw Master Jeb stand and raise his hand for silence.

"Masters, slaves, friends and family we are gathered here to witness this man give up his former life for the life of consensual slavery. In our world he will no longer be a free man and will belong to me and our new Dungeon Master. At this time I will turn this ceremony over to our new Dungeon Master, Master Jim. I will join you as a spectator. "Dungeon Master..."

"Thank you, Master Jeb. Our slave has chosen twelve Masters to assist in the ceremony. Will the following Masters come forward: Master Beryl, Master Sam, Master Earl D., Master Dirk, Master Bert, Master Zack, Master Wolf, Master Yates, Master Boone, Master Redfeather, Master Bull, and Master Blue." The twelve Masters came forward and stood at the base of the stage.

"Is there someone here who will give this man unto slavery?" What's this? They didn't say anything about anyone giving me into slavery.

"Aye! I will claim this man, my son, to give nto slavery." I knew that voice. It was Jake. He had the balls to come to this and give me into slavery. I knew there was some reason I loved that man.

"Will you come forward, Sir?" I couldn't see because I couldn't look up. Jake walked up the aisle and took the Dungeon Master's hand. Would you go up and take a place behind your Son, Sir?"

"Happy to, Dungeon Master." Jake bounded up the stairs. He took his hand and raised my head to look him in the eyes. There were tears running down my cheeks.

"I told you I would give you into slavery." He threw his arms around me and hugged me.

"I love you, Dad, you're a special man. Thanks."

"God, Son, you know I'd do anything for you. You don't know how much I've missed you." Billy and Oscar showed him where to stand. Billy took our candles, snuffed them and placed them on a table. Then from the bottom of the stage the Dungeon Master said to me in a loud booming voice,

"Petitioner slave, do you wish to become a slave before this assembly?"

"I do so wish, Sir."

"Have you been forced, coerced, intimidated or threatened to request this petition?"

"No, Sir, I have not."

"Do you realize the ramifications of your actions?"

"Yes, Sir, I do Sir."

"Does the assembled Masters and family wish to grant this slaves request?"

"Aye!" From nearly three hundred people. There was a large cowhide laid out on the stage in front of me.

"The petitioner slave will be prepared for the ceremony."

Billy and Oscar had me lay prone on a leather cowhide with my arms out to form a cross. They unrolled another cowhide to cover my body They tucked it in and around my arms and sides of my torso and legs. It felt wonderful, like a second skin. I was alone within but could hear every thing clearly.

"Those who have been asked to speak of behalf of this slave please come forward."

I could hear movement but had no idea about this part of the ceremony. "The first to speak will be Master Jim Redfeather. Master Redfeather..."

"Beau and I were in Vietnam together. Not really together but at the same time. We were in separate units but knew of each other. When I got to Nam, he was all ready a legend. He had more Purple Hearts than any other field corpsman in the war. Rumor was, he threw away the last four.

I was determined to beat him and become as well known. I never knew his real name. You get nicknames in the service and that's all anybody knows you by. I was 'Chief', for obvious reasons," Everyone laughed, "And he was known as 'Ber'Rabbit.'

We'd waved to each other from the 'Heweys' when we saw each other in the field. One day I came upon this medic that was shot and bleeding pretty bad. It was Beau. We always took care of our own. I patched him up and stayed with him until the last e-vac 'Hewey' came for us.

He was sent home. I went to see him off at the airport but his plane was taxying down the runway when I arrived. I could only wave to him. He saw me and waved back. I never saw him again until a month ago when I applied for a job and he was the hiring interviewer.

We didn't know until after I was hired where we had known each other. I beat him with the hearts by one but the son of a bitch blew me out of the water with a fucking Bronze Star for heroism." The audience giggled and lightly applauded. "Since that time we have grown close as friends. No, that's not quite true, I love Beau James. He's my brother. I'm proud to know him and call him my friend. I recommend him to this assembly." The audience gave Chief a standing ovation.

"The next to speak will be Master Beryl's slave, Blaine."

"Like, Chief, I too was with Beau in Nam. My platoon was ambushed. Most were killed but eight of us were captured by the VC and placed in a holding area to be sent North later. We were placed in bamboo cages about three feet square.

Beau got separated from his outfit after being ambushed while he was trying to evacuate casualties. He ran into the jungle and wandered around for a couple of days and found a dry cave to rest in. That night he left the cave and saw fire light. He went to see if it was friendly.

He slowly peaked over a small ridge and saw us crammed into cages. Slowly and quietly he cut seven of us out of the cages and led us to a cave where we were at least temporarily safe. The eighth man was already dead in his cage. I was wounded but he managed to carry me back to the cave. That night everyone was in shock and all fighting and bickering about what to do.

Beau was having none of it. He knew what to do. He simply took charge. He reminded each one that he had saved their butts and they owed him their Goddamn lives. They would do as he damn well told them. Beau went out and got us food and after resting there for a couple of days and nights we knew we had to try to get back.

He became hated by the men except me and one little guy that fell in love with him. They were also scared to death of him. I was ranking officer but I was lame and turned command over to Beau, a non com corpsman that never shot a gun. Sounds like a dumb thing to do, huh?" The audience laughed.

"It was the smartest move of my life, other than becoming a slave to my Master, of course." More laughter. He was in charge and he was going to get us all back or beat the shit out of the guy that said different. He could have done it, too.

The first night in the cave, one little guy was so frightened he clung to Beau like a child afraid to leave his parent on the first day of school. Beau never scolded him or rebuked him but tried to give him as much comfort as possible. He held him, petted him, and promised him he would get him back safely.

One thing led to another and the next thing I knew Beau ordered the kid to get his clothes off and told him, 'What he needed was a good fucking, straighten him right out!' Beau couldn't get his fatigues off fast enough. That night in front of six other G.I.'s he made the sweetest love to this small man and fucked the snot out of him. No one said a word.

It was the only thing that made sense at that moment. Gay or straight each man envied that little man. It was because of that memory and that intensity of passion I became a slave to my Master. The other guys wanted to leave me behind.

Beau would hear none of it and carried, dragged, and badgered the others to help, but got my ass back safely through damn near forty miles of enemy territory. Beau spoke fluent Vietnamese. The fact that he cared enough to learn their language helped us tremendously getting cooperation from villagers to hide us and give us food.

Needless to say, we made it back and I put him in for the Bronze Star. I owe my life and happiness with my Master to this slave. To me he will always be my savior, my hero, and my brother. I recommend him highly to this assembly." They gave Blaine a standing ovation.

"The next speaker will be Master Earl D. Shaw, Master Shaw..."

"I have know this slave for a short period of time and we have grown close." Everyone giggled at his understatement. "The first weekend he spent with me a picture dropped from his wallet of his little buddy and lover in Vietnam. He was the man Beau fucked in the cave that Blaine described for you. The picture was not only of Beau's little lover in Vietnam it was of my last slave Wes who died several years ago in a plane crash." There were mummers and 'awwwws' that ran through the crowd.

"Remarkable coincidence ? Several people don't think so. Years later Wes would tell me that story and then say, 'You know what, Master? It did straighten me right out. I wasn't afraid any more. I knew if Beau wasn't afraid to show me love in front of all those guys, he wasn't afraid of anything. I knew he would get us back.'

If it were not for the slave on this stage before you I would not have known the love of a wonderful human being and a good slave. I highly recommend him to this assembly." More applause.

"The next person to speak for him will be slave Billy" The audience applauded for Billy.

"Thank you all. The first time I met Beau he told me I looked exactly like his boyhood jack off fantasy man, Clancey McGee." The audience went nuts laughing. "I told him I was Clancey McGee. It didn't lessen his attraction to me a bit.

He told me he'd carried my picture in his wallet for seven years in Vietnam. I thought he was kidding. He went and got his wallet and carefully unfolded this ragged picture of me from a muscle magazine from the early sixties. He wasn't lying. I highly recommend this slave." A standing ovation for Billy.

"The next speaker will be Master Zack. Master Zack..."

"This man touches everyone he meets. My young slave and I were attending an afternoon get together at Big Beryl and Blaine's place in the desert. Master Beryl introduced Beau to the family and all the proper rituals were done but Beau went out of his way to make my slave feel important and admired.

I had to have my slave's penis removed. He suffered massive physical abuse as a child and developed cancer in that portion of his body. There were no options. I told him I would never love him less but he spiraled into a vortex of depression that no pills or therapy could touch.

Not even my love for him seemed to matter. That evening after meeting Beau something in him snapped, he was himself again and has been gaining self confidence every day. I ask him what Beau said to him and he wouldn't tell me.

I ask Beau and he said unless I could get his Master to order him to tell me it would remain a confidence between him and my slave. A wise man knows when to back off..." The audience laughed. "Before he left for the evening, in front of all those people, Beau singled out my slave to say goodbye to.

He graciously asked my permission and did so with perfect slave manners." Master Zack was crying at this point. "Again, he shared something with my slave and told him to love and be good to his Master. He has been a very good slave-boy ever since.

I have told you this story with my slaves blessing. No, that's not quite true, I have told you this story with my slaves insistence." Zack paused for a minute and smiled at Button.

"There's no way I can repay this man for such a small act of kindness that has brought joy back into my life. Do I recommend this man? You bet your ass I do." Thunderous applause as Button ran to his Master, hugged and kissed him.

"I will speak last for this slave." spoke Master Jim.

"What could I add to what you've already heard except to tell you this young man indeed touches the lives of everyone he meets. It's not customary but I want to read to you a brief portion of his slave journal. These are usually kept very private and are never seen by anyone but the Dungeon Masters. I am making a exception to that rule tonight and I think you will see why.

This young man has come a long way from the brash cocky young man that came into Master Jeb and my lives." he began to read:

'I came to a crossroad in my life. There didn't seem to be a road that I dare try. I was ready to end my life at the crossroads. Life made no sense. Is it only getting through it, day by day, until we die? Why go through the anguish, the heartache? Why go through any more pain? Why not end it now, avoid the rush? Those were the thoughts that ran through my mind. I didn't have any direction or purpose to my life. I was living in my own self created hell. A poem by W. H . Auden haunted me:

When the bells jostle in the tower, The midnight hour amid, Then on my tongue the taste is sour, Of all I ever did.

I've learned that the hopelessness of life seems worse when I'm without someone to serve, someone to love. Serving and loving are almost synonymous to me. Without someone to serve I can not love. Two men cared enough to offer me options. Options that were so radical and frightening my instincts told me to run away.

Yet I was fascinated by the passion and intensity of their message. They helped me choose a road. The road to become a slave. Then by accident, I met a third Master who has taught me that we should never shy away from the possibility of new love. I fell in love with him. It is my greatest wish that I may serve him as his total slave someday.

And, what of Masters and slaves? The slave serves and loves his Master. Yet in all the relationships I've witnessed Masters love their slave's, take care of them, and see to their needs. Which is the greater service?

Who's the Master? Who's the slave? Does not the acceptance of responsibility of any living creature make you a slave to it? Is love by any other definition still love? I don't have the answer to those questions. It doesn't seem important any more. I have found a road I must travel for better or worse.

When provided with new avenues, a person can imagine the wonders of new worlds. I look down that new road and see a life I hope to live. A life of serving, loving and belonging to a good Master. I can see love down that road. If for no other reason, that would be enough to make me chose it. For without love, there would have been no options at that crossroad. Without viable choices, I probably would be dead.

I was visited by being of light. He called himself a 'Child of God.' He told me that we are here to love one another. The only important thing to God is that we learn to give and receive love while we're here. Therefore, because of the unconditional love that has been shown to me thus far, I make this decision to become a slave because I choose to live. I choose to love. ~ Beau James 1972

"I also recommend this slave to this assembly." Thunderous applause.

"We will now continue with the ceremony. Will the twelve Masters please step across our slave petitioner." Each of the men stepped across my body. Together they read these words. "We have taken your former life away from you and hold it with us in trust." Master Jim stepped to the table in front of the stage and spoke.

"Masters have you taken this slaves former life from him and do you hold it in trust?"

"We have, Dungeon Master."

"It is done then. I ring the bell." He rang a small bell.

"Close the book on his old life." He closed the bible on the table.

"Dowse the candle." He blew out the candle and everyone blew theirs out at the same time. "This slave petitioner is dead to his former life." The table was moved to the right side of the stage.

"I will asked the assembled Masters to cross back over our slave petitioners body one by one." The men did and gathered on the right side of the stage and spoke these words. "We now grant your petition. From this day forth you will live your life in servitude to a Master or this family."

"Do you recognize this man as a slave, Masters?"

"We do, Dungeon Master!"

"It is done." He turned to the table again.

"I light the candle. I open the Book to his new life. I ring the bell." "Arise slave and stand before your Masters." I got up with Billy and Oscar helping me and stood with my head bowed.

"Lift your head slave and be proud to see your Masters." I did and every one started applauding. Billy handed me my unlit candle. Master Jim walked over with the candle he lit and lit mine. I lit Billy's and Oscar's. They lit the twelve Master's on the stage. They went out into the audience and lit theirs until all candles were lit. Then they returned to the stage. This was to symbolize the importance of family unity.

"Kneel before your chosen Masters, slave." I gave my candle to Oscar and moved in front of the twelve men on the stage and knelt.

"You will show each your love , homage, and appreciation, for granting your petition and acknowledging that you are now a slave." I was to kiss each one's boots and then beneath their robes they had their dick and balls exposed so that I might kiss them in homage.

The last in line was my Dad Jake. He didn't have a robe but an old pair of his coveralls. Didn't matter he looked hot. He had them unzipped and ready for me. I grabbed him around the waist and held my face to his crotch.

I kissed and licked each of his big heavy boots and found his cock and balls waiting for me and showed them a little extra love. He was pleased and happy for me. When I finished I was instructed to stand. I walked to the middle of the stage and Master Jim spoke as the Dungeon Master.

"Gentlemen, slaves, friends and family I present to you our new slave." I got a standing ovation. First one in my life. Probably the last, too.

"After our next ceremony our slave will be happy to receive and pay homage to any Master in the house tonight. The ceremony is ended."

With that the Masters on the stage rushed to hug me and kiss me. Master Jim asked that everyone postpone congratulations to all until after the next ceremony. Billy grabbed me by the arm and he, Oscar and I walked out the side door. Everyone remain seated. Master Bert met us at the entrance.

There was Master Earl and Master Beryl waiting for us. The two Masters walked first followed by Master Bert who led Oscar by a leash, followed by Billy and I. The slaves were in the buff. We got to the front and we stood behind Oscar. The two Masters stood behind Master Bert. The Dungeon Master conducted the brief ceremony.

"To all who have gathered here we have a Master, Master Bert, who has made a claim for our family slave Oscar. Oscar has acknowledged his claim and comes before us to ask our permission and request our blessing to transfer ownership from our family to Master Bert. How do you all say?"

"Aye!"

"Are there any Nays?" Silence. "Oscar, your family has found it meet and right to give you unto Master Bert to be his property. Make your family proud, serve your new Master well." With a kiss the ceremony was over. Billy was a mess. I had to hold him as he cried then he held me while I cried then we both held Oscar as he cried.

Then the confusion of the evening began. I was taken by Master Jim to the side of the stage where I was told to kneel for any and all Masters to pay homage to them. I must have kissed a hundred pairs of boots, dicks and balls. It was one of the best experiences of my life. Everyone partied until late in the night. I got a little drunk and was clinging to Master Earl. Master Jim saw me and spoke to Earl.

"He needs to be put to bed. Would you like to stay over. We have the end bedroom upstairs open if you want to take him up there." Master Earl thanked him and I said goodnight to all that were left and we went upstairs. The bed was all ready made and I helped my Master off with his boots and leathers. I was so glad to be alone with him.

"Master I don't know if I can make it through another two months."

"Look at you, you look great. Master Jim is working you hard. You look better than you have in your life. The worst part's over, you're now a slave. Be happy with me tonight, slave." He was right as usual.

"You're right, Master, it's just that I miss you so damn much."

"I know you do, I miss to, too, but visitation starts next weekend and I'll get to see you then. Hang in there Tiger, you're almost home." He made love to his slave. Rarely did my Master ever make gentle, tender, sweet love to me but he did that night.

He knew I had been on an emotional roller coaster and needed some down home lovin.' He provided just what I needed. I drifted off to sleep in the arms of the man I had committed myself too. There were no doubts in my mind, I did the right thing.

Part III ~ All In The Family

Do not caress the lonely Manticore Do not unless your hand is gloved Feeling alone, feeling betrayed He often bites the hand he really meant to kiss Under his pillow he keeps Solomon's Seal And late at night he battles with the Sphinx G. C. Menotti

There were a number of people for breakfast the next morning. Oscar was in the kitchen with Billy cooking. I joined them to help. Master Jim came down with Chief to have coffee. They spent the night together in Big Jim's room. I hoped something happened but wasn't about to ask either one.

I knew neither one could keep it from me for long, especially if I paid no attention to them at all. My lack of interest, I knew would drive Master Jim nuts. Which is exactly what I did. I handed them each a cup of coffee and winked at Chief. He blushed. Dirk and Allen went home for the night but returned with sweet rolls and doughnuts. Master Sam and Yoshie returned and were there for brunch.

Master Zack and Button stayed over and were coming downstairs. Button ran to me and we hugged and kissed. I put him to work with the rest of us. Being around Billy and Oscar was a big boost to Button. He fell in love with them and they were generous with their time. Button confided in me he wish he was smooth like Billy and Oscar. I told him to ask his Master to consider it.

"I'm afraid to, Beau."

"He loves you Button. He would at least listen. If you asked him to consider your request. They don't have to remove them. They can sew them up inside you and just remove the sack and make you smooth like Billy and Oscar."

"Okay, Beau, I will. I trust you and. I love you, Beau."

"I know you do, Little Brother and I will always love you, too."

Oscar was getting everything ready. Beryl and Blaine came up from the dungeon. They looked like they fucked half the night. Sam's nickname for Big Beryl of horny old goat, seemed to fit. Beryl was certainly a lovable and good looking horny old goat. I was happy for him and Blaine that they were finding renewed vigor in their relationship. Blaine washed his hands and started helping with breakfast.

General Oscar could use all the help he could get. I again congratulated him, he smiled, blushed and thanked me for standing with him. Billy was better this morning but had his hands all over me. He told me how great he thought I was looking and was looking forward to my weekend with Master Bert.

I was in a mellow mood because my Master could be with me a while longer and I could rest up for Monday. We finally got breakfast ready and served. Everyone went out under the tree to the big table. Master Beryl stood.

"To our new slave and new Master and his slave, welcome, to our family. As the old saying goes: We haven't lost a good slave we have gained a good Master. Last night we gained a wonderful new slave and a wonderful new Master. We are the richer for them."

"Here! Here!" Glasses clinking all around. Master Earl was sitting next to me and we were talking quietly.

"Do you know anything about this 'Master Bear', Beau?"

"No, Sir, I don't. I've overheard Master Jim speaking to Master Jeb about him but he doesn't know him either." Master Bert overheard us and said he knew him well.

"He's an enormous bear of a man, great body, well endowed, and wealthy. He has several slaves but is looking for a special slave to be his number one and be over the others. He's a strict disciplinarian and won't tolerate any nonsense from his slaves; however, he's also a fair and loving man. I don't know how he found out about Beau because we didn't tell him. I hadn't seen him in several years until recently. He was wearing a full sculpted leather hood that fit over his head and he wouldn't remove it."

"Where does he come from?" I asked.

"He has a mansion in the desert near Twenty-Nine Palms. It's a beautiful place, private and secluded. He also goes by the name Captain Fantastic. Have you heard that name?" None of us had, except Billy and Oscar. Master Earl raised an eyebrow and looked at Billy.

"How long have you known him, Billy?"

"Ten, maybe fifteen years. Yeah, more like fifteen. He was a friend of George's. We use to socialize for a number of years. When George died I didn't hear from him until recently. He was a drop dead, handsome man.

A number of years ago he was in a fire. He rushed into the fire to save one of his slaves and, as I understand, his face was badly burned. He wears a full leather hood in public every where he goes because of the disfigurement.

To compensate he worked his body almost to perfection and is buffed out to the max. He's going through extensive reconstructive surgery and doesn't want anyone to see him until it's done. The hood is remarkable 'cause it fits so well you just think your talking to a black man."

I looked at Master Earl and he shrugged like, "I don't know what to think." Didn't seem to be any mystery to him. Neither Master Earl or Master Jim had heard of the man. Master Sam joined us and heard bits of the conversation. Yoshie was across from me and smiled.

"You guys talking about the Captain?" Asked Yoshie.

"Yeah!" said Master Earl.

"The guy they call Captain Fantastic?" Asked Sam.

"Yeah." said Oscar, "Do you know him Master Sam?"

"Yeah! I use to ride with him and some other guys. He wasn't wealthy then, although he always had money and was generous to a fault. Paid for an engine over hall for me in Mobile, Alabama one time when I didn't have enough to cover it.

Told me to pay him when I could. I repaid him plus interest about a year later. He's a good man. One of the finest. Heard he got disfigured in a fire about three years ago. I introduced him to Yoshie about a year ago, wasn't it Yoshie?"

"Yes, Dad. We were on the Pike's Peak run and we kept seeing this big guy ride by on a Harley and he'd wave. He had a leather hood on and you didn't recognize him."

"When he stuck out his hand and spoke to me, I knew from his voice who he was. He must of been burned pretty badly to wear that hood everywhere. It fits him perfectly. Whoever made it is a fine leather craftsman. I'd love to have one like it. For display purposes only, you understand?"

"Yeah, sure Dad, they understand." Yoshie said laughing. Everyone else laughed.

"Why do they call him Captain Fantastic?" I asked innocently.

"Thank you, God!" Sam said looking up to heaven, "I just knew you'd ask that question. Now, give me your best guess."

"Oh!" I said.

"It's unbelievable." said Sam "There's a rubber husband on the market that was made from a plaster mold of his dick."

"Yes, Dad and..." urged Yoshie.

"Well, we just happen to have one,... for display purposes only of course."

"Of course, Master Sam." I said drily. "We certainly understand." Everyone whooped and roared with laughter at Sam.

"Be honest, Dad,..." Yoshie goaded him

"Well, we may have played around with it a couple of times."

"A couple of times?" said Yoshie "Will you give me a quarter for every time you've had that thing up my ass?" Everyone was falling out at Yoshie. He was funny.

"Now, slave." Sam jokingly scolded Yoshie. "Damn, I can't take him anywhere." Everyone continued to laugh.

"You gonna' spent a weekend with him, Beau?" Yoshie asked.

"Rumor has it, Yoshie."

" Remember our secret pact, Beau."

"I remember."

"I'm the first one you call when you get back."

"Right Tiger." Everyone was laughing. Master Earl wasn't. I wanted desperately to change the subject.

"Is your Dad still doing those exquisite acrylic sculptures, Yoshie?"

"Yes, he just finished a chess set that's being presented to the Mayor of Los Angeles for his birthday next month."

"Does he ever do commissions for people?"

"What, you want an acrylic dong toy for your Master to use on you?" Sam joked.

"Believe me Sam, he doesn't need any more toys. Besides, the real thing is more than okay with me.

"I need to show you something in my cell in the dungeon, Yoshie?"

"Why don't you bring it out and show it to your family, Son. We're finished with brunch and I know everyone here would love and appreciate the story." urged Master Jim.

"Well, my Master hasn't seen it nor does he know about it. Is that an order Dungeon Master?"

"No, Son, we discussed it and you know my feelings. I don't think you have a damn thing to feel bad about. It's a loving story. A bit bizarre and funny but touching and loving. Share it with your family. Let them be the judges."

"You're right, Master Jim. I'll get it. May I be excused for a moment, Master Earl."

"Of course, slave, hurry back." I left to get Josh Cochran's cock.

"Gentlemen, the night he told me this story I couldn't believe it but it's a true story. You know how thoughtful he can be and how somethings rip him a new ass hole emotionally, well this is one's for the books. I told him what he did was not to be considered perverted but very loving. You be the judge, here he comes."

I handed my box to my Master and he started to open it.

"Please, Master Earl, don't open it yet. Let him tell his story." the Dungeon Master gently requested. I started to tell the story of Josh Cochran and how I had tried to get six surgeons to reattach his dick. I told of my frustration when they all refused to even try. I was crying at that point and had to stop.

"I heard this story in Nam and dismissed it as a rumor. My God, Beau, that really happened?" Chief asked.

"I knew Josh Cochran, well. We went through OTS together and we were shipped to Nam at the same time. Holy Shit, Beau." said Blaine.

"The horrible part was, I was so angry and pissed because of the arrogant indifference of the doctors I knew I had to do something for him, my memory of his strength, his understanding and patient acceptance of a living nightmare, all because of the innate human programming to survive, to continue living. I didn't want the man's cock to go without love one last time.

I pulled two rubbers over it, tied them off with a string, KY'd my ass good and shoved it as deep in my butt as I could get it. Then I went and fucked the devil out of Wes. He told me he didn't know what got into me but it was the best fuck I ever gave him. I thought, "If you only knew."

Everyone was rolling on the ground laughing at me but I didn't mean it to be funny. Then I began to see the humor myself and for the first time I allowed myself to laugh. "Well, the worst part was I slept with it up my ass all night." More laughter from my family.

"I was making one of those monkey pod coffee tables you pour with acrylic and put shells and seahorses in. When you polish it real good and you can see through it. I made a little box that size and encased Lt. Cochran's dick in acrylic." Everyone couldn't believe as Master Earl slowly opened the box and then held it up to the light.

"Damn, Son, what's to be ashamed of that story?" Big Beryl said coming over to hug me. Sam stood up and hugged me. "You never cease to amaze me, you little shit. Now, I remember why we love you." Then laughed.

"Shit," cursed Blaine, "the man had a nice dick, what a waste."

"Beau's exactly right about what they told us to do in the field. It was stupid military bullshit. All the corpsmen that worked with me ignored most of their crap. We were there to save lives, if we could.

It happened quite often, some guy would get his dick and balls shot off. I'd save the guy every time. I didn't give a shit what they told us. I wasn't going to leave a man to bleed to death when ten minutes of my time could save him.

They actually told us to walk away and let them bleed to death. Their explanation: they thought it was better for them to die than have to live with out a cock. Typical macho military thinking. Look at Billy, Oscar, and our handsome little Button. He's gonna' be fine. Did I do the wrong thing? Did Beau?" Everyone was telling us we did the right thing.

"I never shoved one up my ass but I admit I thought about it a couple of times. Sorry now, I didn't. How's that Bro?" He grabbed me and hugged me. "We're all right, Buddy, we're all right. It's the rest of the world that's fucked." Chief told me.

Yoshie held it, looked at it and marveled. "It's perfectly preserved. It's remarkable. I know what you want, you want me to ask my dad if he can sculpt it to the exact shape leaving enough to still preserve it."

"How'd j'you know?" I asked him.

"'Cause it's exactly what I'd do. It's a wonderful idea. I could get x-rays at school as a blue print with exact dimensions to work from. I'm almost sure he would do it. He's an excellent craftsman. If he didn't think he could do it he'll tell me.

We're pretty close especially since mom died and he's come to love Sam. He'd do anything for Sam. He know's about us and is disappointed he's not gonna' have grand kids from me but, hell, he's got six others to give him all the grand kids he can handle. You think dad would do it, Master?" he asked Sam.

"If you ask him ? Are you kidding? The sun rises and sets in his son, 'the doctor.'" "Yeah, it's nice to have his approval after all these years. Thanks to you, Dad." Yoshie said to his Master.

"Now, you've pushed me to tell secrets, fair is fair, tell them your good news or I will." Sam gently chided his slave.

"Oh, Dad,...you tell 'em. After all, without you, it wouldn't be happening at all.""

"The Hospital has an emergent need for new interns and sent out calls to all the universities to send them their brightest, top students and they would screen them with oral exams. Yoshie passed. His grades will still be the same and graduate with top honors, which you are all invited to, we'll sent out invitations to all the family.

He starts as an intern tomorrow at Queen of Angeles in the E.R." Everyone went nuts and was hugging Sam and Yoshie. Yoshie was embarrassed but pleased that his Master was so proud of him. We all were. Everyone was in awe at the love that passed between Sam and Yoshie and how closely they were bonded.

"May I take it with me, Beau?"

"Sure, Yoshie, I know you'll be careful with it. I'd like to get it back to him someday, if possible."

"I'll be very careful and dad will treat it like a holy relic."

"Doctor Yoshiro Tagame. How does that sound Yoshie." asked Big Beryl as he came up from behind and put his arms around Yoshie.

"It sounds pretty damn good, Dad Beryl but I'd much rather hear you call me, Son." He roared his big Bear laugh, kissed him behind his ear and told Yoshie he would never get away from that.

Part IV ~ A Master's Love

when, with you, I fell in love my heart no longer mattered it was as if the earth stood still and all it's minions scattered Canto 2~Slave's Song~W. D. Dux

I was now officially a slave. I didn't feel much different. I always thought of myself as a slave. Especially within the context of this family. They accepted the way I thought about myself and nothing changed really. Something was different and I knew it was so subtle I was missing it.

I began to have a wonderful afternoon with my Master and the family. Everyone seemed to end up in Master Jeb and Master Jim's pool. I wasn't drinking anything because tomorrow was a work day. Was it ever. I told Sam I was looking forward to coming back to work to get some rest.

He laughed and told me he thought the new Dungeon Master was doing one hell of a job and he hoped he kept it up. Sam said I was looking really good and wanted to see me look a lot better by the time I was ready to be sold to his brother, Master Earl.

It suddenly hit me while laying in my Master's arms on the deck by the pool. I'm free. FREE! I had few personal possessions to fetter me. I could go anywhere, do anything, love the man I choose to love because I'm free. I didn't have to work toward the goal of becoming a slave.

I was one. I'm there. I have arrived and I'm free. How could I be a slave and be free? You haven't been paying attention. Master Earl looked at me and smiled knowingly.

"You've just had a revelation. I can tell, I know that look. You want to tell your Master about it?" I looked at him, at what a truly handsome man he was and spoke softly so that only he might hear.

"I'm free, Master."

"That's the way your suppose to feel, Son." He stated softly. "You're an empty canvas ready to receive a Master's touch. Your next two months won't be nearly as rough as the first one. That was slave boot camp and it gets pretty rough. I watched what it did to you.

You should have seen what it did to me, Woah! You came through in flying colors compared to me. Jeb was right. Only that training could make me know the soul of my slave. I'm not ashamed I went through it. I know now, why I did. I did it for you."

"I'm not ashamed of you admitting it either, Master. If anything I appreciate you telling me because it makes me think you wouldn't ask something of me without putting yourself in the same position; making allowances for body modifications of course."

"Your not worried about that are you?"

"Goodness no. If you want them, take them. They're yours anyway." He took me in his arms and said softly, "I choose to let you keep them for a while." My Master gently kissed me. "Would you like to go back to the bedroom and please your Master one last time before he must go home. I don't want to overstay my welcome." I smiled a wicked smile. "Yes, I'll let you ride if you want."

"How did you know what I was thinking?"

"Psychic powers are catching. Besides, I can read your mood swings like a book. I'm going to be a fine Master for you. I'll have you shaped up and jumping through flaming hoops in no time."

"I always wanted a showbiz career. I can see it now, 'Officer Masters and his wonder slave. See death defying stunts. See the slave jump through flaming hoops perform a triple half gainer and land on a butt plug of enormous proportions."

"God, if I could train you to do that I'd never get the smile off your face." I looked stunned.

"Good one, Master." I had to laugh, I'd set myself up "Good one!" I said again.

"Would it be proper for me or you to ask the Dungeon Master's permission?"

"It would indeed, slave. I'll ask him." He left for a moment and I saw him get Big Jim aside and talk to him. The Dugeon Master looked over at me and smiled as Master Earl was walking away. He gave me the, okay, thumbs up sign. Then he grabbed his ass and walked like it hurt him miming how I was gonna' walk after Master got though fucking me. He could be a clown at times. I loved him dearly.

Master Earl returned to me at pool side and said no problem. "The Dungeon Master was happy we could spend a little time together. Said he thought you needed me right now."

"He knows me pretty damn well. How much do you know about him Master?" I questioned Master Earl.

"Jeb and him have been buddies, partners, roommates, companions for years. They're not lovers I don't think. No one really knows. No one knows much about Big Jim. I know they were in the service together; Korea and then the early days of Vietnam. They were going to be career Marines."

"What kind of education would you say Master Jeb has?"

"I can tell when you're leading me down a path, Son. What's this all about?"

"I'll explain when we get to the rose garden. Trust me, there's a point to this."

"Okay. Well, I don't really know but if I had to guess I'd say he has a Master's degree in Psychology or Sociology; perhaps some related field but I don't know for sure. I've never asked and something's you just don't need to know about people. I know I have less education than you but will you love me any less?"

"I'd love you if you were a pea picker." I assured him.

"Like Cousin Ernie?" He replied.

"Yeah, I loved Cousin Ernie."

"Me, too."

"No, that's not my point. Now, please, just play my stupid game for a minute."

"All right, shoot!"

"Well, I would say you're probably correct about Master Jeb's education but to be honest I don't know either. I don't think I want to know unless he wants me to."

"What about Big Jim? I asked him.

"Hard to say. He can be surprisingly bright and seems to be intelligent. I couldn't imagine you loving anyone that wasn't fairly bright. I would guess high school maybe two years college. Then again no one gets to know too much about him. He may be a brain surgeon for all I know."

"Yeah, me, too. Well, thanks, Dad, that's what I wanted to know." He was quiet for a moment then started laughing.

"Do you have any idea how many ways I know to torture a smart ass little slave?"

"No Sir, and I don't want to count the ways either. I'll be good. I'll spill."

"Now, what's the point to this little game."

"What would you say if I told you that he holds a Doctorate from Oxford?!"

"England?"

"The same."

'Nooooo,...Really?"

"Master, I damn near shit on the floor when I asked him about a graduation picture on his dresser. It was his graduation from Oxford. I kid you not. He was a Rhodes scholar. Showed me his diploma. I couldn't believe it. I asked myself why? Then why not? Furthermore, it's in a subject I never hear of."

"What's that?"

"Biophysics."

"What's Biophysics?"

"I never found out. I didn't want him to think I was so dumb I didn't know." I laughed and he laughed with me.

"Yeah, I can see why. Fascinating! Big Jim, huh?! Damn, that explains some things I've wondered about for a long time. I'll tell you about 'em later let's get upstairs." We snuck off to the last bedroom. It was quiet upstairs as everyone was out by the pool. We made love for a while.

"Are you worried about this Master Bear or Captain Fantastic?" He was quiet for a minute.

"I'm not gonna' lie to you, it concerns me. It's a new, unexpected variable we hadn't counted on. I want to have faith that Wes hasn't brought us along this far to let something or someone come between us now. Don't you slave?"

"Yes Sir, but Master you know when I tell you something is important you've learned to listen to me , right?"

"Yes, Son, I believe if you didn't feel strongly about something you wouldn't tell me. I've learned to trust you so let's hear it."

"There's something not right about this. That's all I have right now. Maybe I'll get other thoughts but I know something isn't right. I must talk to Master Sam alone. We'll be with him next weekend and I'll have a better chance to find out more. Yoshie's a pushover. He tells me everything with his face."

"Do you feel it's anything to worry about."

"That's the weirdest part. I get the feeling something's wrong but it isn't threatening. It isn't bad. How can that be?"

"I don't know, Son. Let's just keep our eyes and ears open and share anything we find out. I'll run some records searchs and vehicle registration search at work and see if there's any records for him. We can sometime find out a lot from AKA's. We'll talk over the weekend. Now, what did we come up here for?"

I got busy and gave my Master one hell of a good ride. I would build him up and then stop short of getting him off. After the third time he threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't take his Cadillac and park it in my garage.

Like Master Zack said, a wise man knows when to back off or....... get his Master off, or...... back his Master off.......what ever, you get the idea. You don't have to be a Biophysicists to get that one, what ever the hell that is?

I had graduated from boot camp of slave training. I didn't get a diploma. I just got called 'slave'. I was called that before I did that month. Where was I now? I wasn't quite sure but I had two more months to find out. I wanted to have one of those 'T' shirts printed up that says: I SURVIVED SLAVE TRAINING BOOT CAMP and all I got was FUCKED and this LOUSY GODDAMNED "T" SHIRT. Can I trade the shirt for another FUCK?

Master Earl said goodbye to all in the late afternoon and I walked him out to his bike. I wasn't as sad to see my violet-eyed, handsome Master depart although there was still a sizable lump in my heart. I stood there looking at him, looking at the words he was speaking as they were going past my ear, my brain saw only his incredibly handsome chiseled face of rugged proportion, and saw his full masculine lips moving, the drone of his rich baritone voice. He could have been reciting 'Mary Had a Little Lamb' and I wouldn't have cared he was so gorgeous to look at.

"Have you heard a word I've said?"

"Uhh, Yes Sir, every word, Sir."

"Well, blah, blah, blah..."

Damn he's pretty on that bike. I wonder if he'll let me suck him off right here. No, Beau! You can't ask a God to rev his engine just so you can suck his dick. Look at those fucking boots. Have you ever seen a man wear boots like he can? I wonder if he'd let me eat them once more before he pulls away? I should be hanging on his every word but I can't because...oops! I think he just caught me glancing down at his boots. Oh, God! I'm doomed! What to do?

"What did I just say to you, slave?"

"Uuuuuu...how fair the moon this hallowed 'eve...No, huh? Sorry Master, my mind was admiring the view.

"But you were looking right at me?"

"I know..." I grabbed my crotch and got a look of pain.

"You're hopeless but I love you anyway. See you next weekend and congratulations, slave. I'm proud of you."

I watched as he pulled out of the driveway and headed down the hill with his right hand raised in a farewell salute. I was now a slave. As if I had any choice in the matter. He owned me, body and soul. The rest was, I best I hoped, mere formalities. The other slaves who described becoming a slave were correct. It was almost a religious experience. I was reborn as a slave. One phrase kept repeating in my mind: Agnus Dei

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End Chapter 20 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com Visit website: http://www.asstr.org/~Waddie_Greywolf