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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 25 ~ A WEE SMALL VOICE
Children's Prayer
Evenings when I go to sleep, Fourteen Angels watch do keep, Two are standing at my head, At my feet two softly tread, Two stand on my right side, Two upon my left bide, Two who cozy make me, Two from sleep awake me, Two who guide my steps aright, And lead me on towards heaven's light.
Children's prayer from the operatic masterpiece "Hansel and Gretel" by Englebert Humperdink
Part I ~ Doctor, Lawyer, Indian Chief
For all practical purposes Chief was moved in with us. He decided his weekend with me could just as well be in his room on Mt. Washington as it could his old apartment. His heart was on the mountain anyway. He belonged on the mountain with his family.
The Dungeon Master and I made a couple of trips in the evenings with Master Jeb's old pickup truck to help him. Chief had a fairly new Ford 3/4 ton Ranger pickemuptruck. Even Dad Jake helped us one afternoon and had a ball. He sat and drank beer with us afterward until eight o'clock.
I phoned his wife, to tell her he was all right, and was with us. We were catching up, talking and having a beer. We'd send him along in a little bit. She recognized my voice and was glad to hear from me. She wanted to know how I was doing. I told her fine. That we kidnaped her husband and were enjoying seeing him again. She was gracious and seemed to be grateful I called. Dad thanked me later, she was so touched we thought enough to call, she wasn't the least upset with him.
It was Chief's week. Everything was going his way. He was happier than a clam in deep water. To top the week off he went by the Harley shop to ask Dirk's advice about his bike and saw a brand new Harley Superglide like the one Master Wolf bought. Dirk called Chief the next day and made him a deal he couldn't refuse.
He'd sell Chief the Harley at dealer cost if they got the Norton as trade in. Chief jumped for it. Chief had savings he hadn't touched for years and could write a check for the bike. He didn't. He went to the bank and got cash. He carried it around in his pocket all afternoon at work.
He made the Dungeon Master and I promise we'd go with him to pick it up. He wanted Master Jeb to go too but he was not feeling all that well. It was Thursday afternoon and Sam let Chief off a little early to go get his new bike. Chief hadn't asked to get off early, Sam brotherly kicked his ass out the door.
"Go, get your new toy!" Sam barked at him as he put his arm around Chief's shoulder and patted him on the back. Chief took the Norton to trade and Big Jim and I rode on Big Jim's Harley with him. We got there about four o'clock; however, after signing papers, money changing hands, titles to bikes taken care of we weren't out of there 'til six.
Dirk was happy for Chief and showed him everything about the bike. It was a handsome machine and Chief looked equally as handsome riding it. We headed out of the place and went south on Brand Boulevard into Atwater. To celebrate, Chief invited us to dinner at his favorite Mexican Restaurant, Casita Del Campo.
The restaurant opened in the middle sixties. Chief knew the owners and most of the waitresses. He tipped well and always got the best service. Word gets around among the waitresses who tips and who doesn't. I'd been there several times but Big Jim never had.
We pulled into the parking lot two men dressed in leather were arriving at the same time on a Harley. In the lot leaning against his bike was my Master. He saw Chief's new bike and gave him the okay, thumbs up sign and was smiling ear to ear.
Chief hadn't said anything but called Master Earl from home before we left asking if he could join us for dinner in celebration of his new bike. Master Earl knew the two men who pulled up at the same time and was shaking hands with them as we pulled up.
They were good friends of Chief's as well but he hadn't invited them. It was coincidence that they were coming to dinner, too. Everyone was complementing and raving about Chief's new bike. Telling him how good he looked riding it. He invited the two men to join us.
The Master's name was Alex Hanson and his slave's name was Glenn. Alex was a well built, smaller man with an attitude twice his size. Alex had a corresponding heart to go along with the size of his attitude. He was a cocky little motherfucker but lovable. He would talk on an equal basis with Master or slave and enjoyed everyone's company.
He neither talked down to his slave nor humiliated him in public. He demanded manners and thoughtfulness from his slave and got it. His slave Glenn was a bit fey but a fine looking young man. Chief introduced us as his new house mates.
"Alex, Glenn this is Master Jim and his slave, Beau."
"Master Jim,...Alex Hanson." Alex stuck out his hand to shake Big Jim's.
"Pleasure to meet you, Alex." Big Jim shook his hand.
"Pleasure's mine, Sir. I looove big people." He said genuinely. Alex grabbed me and hugged me, unexpectedly, but what the hell, I went along with it. Glenn and I shook hands.
"You know Master Earl, Chief?" Alex asked.
"Yes, Alex, I invited him to join us. He's a good friend of mine." Master Earl smiled in agreement.
"Won't you gentlemen join us. My treat all 'round. I rarely celebrate but I have lots to be thankful for and I feel like sharing with those I love."
"We'd be delighted to join you, Chief." Replied Alex. Alex couldn't get over Big Jim. He kept looking at him, trying not to be obvious. The harder he tried the more obvious he became. He was so impressed with his size I thought he was going to embarrass Big Jim.
Suddenly he stopped dead in his tracks and looked at Big Jim and said in the most sincere tone of voice.
"I'm so sorry, Sir. Please forgive me. I only meant to compliment you on your size. I'm small. I've had to deal with small jokes all my life and it's not pleasant. You're on the opposite end and you have to have deep feelings, too. Please forgive me." Alex won Big Jm's heart in that instant.
"Young Man there's only two people in my life that's ever been sensitive enough to understand that. The first was a childhood friend and later became my lover who knew me like his own soul. You are the second. Of course I forgive you, Son." He hugged Alex and they were friends.
"You're a fortunate slave to have this man for a Master." Alex said humbly to me.
"I count my blessings everyday, Master Alex. He's as good as he is big. He has a heart to match his body."
"Indeed, he does, Alex." agreed Master Earl. Alex was bright. He picked up on every thing. Nothing went over his head. He could contribute something intelligent to almost any topic we talked about. His slave Glenn on the other hand was somewhat shy and retiring but would respond intelligently if spoken to directly. He seemed to have good manners. They made delightful dinner companions.
Alex noticed Chief referring to Big Jim as Master Jim and then Dungeon Master. Then a couple of times I jokingly called him Master Ox. He heard Master Earl refer to Big Jim as the Dungeon Master and was fascinated by the title.
"Slave Beau, how many names do you and Chief have for your Master?" I laughed and reminded him of affectionate nicknames people give others as a sign of respect and love. He nodded his understanding.
"I call him Master Ox because he's hung like Paul Bunyan's big blue ox." I whispered to Alex in his ear. He started laughing so hard we worried he was going choke on his food.
We had a wonderful dinner. As we finished and began to leave Alex mentioned to us that this coming Sunday he was going to be in a Mr. Leather contest at Jim's Corral in Long Beach. Could we come and root for him? He would love for us to come down see him and Glenn. Chief didn't elaborate. He told Alex he was having a house guest for the weekend but if he could get away and bring him he might. Not to count on him but he would try. As Alex shook Big Jim's hand he looked directly in his eyes.
"I would be most honored and proud, Sir, if you and your slave could come down." To my surprise Big Jim replied,
"We'll try, Son. No promises, but if possible, we'll be there."
You could have knocked me down. I didn't expect that from Big Jim. I never knew he went to a gay bar. I found out there were a lot of things I didn't know about Big Jim.
Alex shook Master Earl's hand and invited him to come to Long Beach as well,
"Earl D., old friend, we don't get to see enough of you. We would be honored and thrilled if you could join us as well. Come down with these wonderful men. Make an afternoon of it." Master Earl told him he would try.
Friday night came and I cleaned up looking forward to the weekend with Chief. He got home from work around five, was cleaned up and looking sharp by six. He told me to put on my leathers we were going for a ride.
He was very mysterious with all of us and wouldn't tell Big Jim where we were going. He confided in Master Jeb and asked him not to tell until we were gone. We rode into Hollywood and straight down Hollywood Blvd. past Vine a couple of blocks. We stopped in front of an old looking Italian Restaurant. Chief told me to watch the bike; he would be right back.
He returned with a small wooden basket with two handles and handed it to me to carry. Off we went. Chief headed west on Hollywood Blvd. and turned right on Highland. We rode about a quarter of a mile and Chief signaled to turn left into the tall trees with a large parking area.
We pulled into a bike parking area that had a security guard watching the bikes. We were the third or fourth bike there. The man asked Chief for a parking/bike check ticket and he pulled one out of the pocket of his leather jacket. The man tore it in two and gave Chief the other half. The man then tied the other half to the handle bars of Chief's new Harley. Then he wrote the license number and make and model of the bike on a pad attached to a clipboard.
We walked to an entryway where people were going and Chief produced two tickets. He handed them to the man at the entrance. He directed Chief. We walked up a flight of steps, got to the top and, my God, it was the Hollywood Bowl. I'd never been to the bowl before. We went all the way down front. Chief bought box seat tickets, front row center, for the night's performance.
I was awestruck, not because of the grandeur and history of the place but by Chief's thoughtfulness. He knew I would enjoy something like this. He opened the basket and in it was a small table cloth, napkins, plastic forks and knives, two plastic wine glasses and a bottle of Cabernet.
There was a small antipasto, which was more than enough for two, a wonderful Lasagna and a side of spaghetti with meat sauce. A feast at our own table at the Hollywood Bowl. What an unexpected treat. Romantic to the max. They even included a corkscrew for the wine.
We got sat up and Chief poured the wine. People were arriving all around us and doing the same. Some brought theirs from home and had elegant settings. Ours was best. Because it was from the heart. It couldn't have been more special. It was a perfect, warm summer's night. We ate and talked quietly.
I was so impressed with what Chief had done I told him no one had ever done something this nice for me since I'd been in L.A. We finished our meal and cleaned up the box with only our wine glasses left. We finished the bottle of wine during the concert. What a joy. It was a magical evening.
I asked Chief what he had planned for tomorrow and he told me that was a surprise, too. After the concert we were on the bike and off. No waiting in long traffic lines. He gave the man our ticket, he matched it with the one on the bike and we were gone.
We rode down Santa Monica Boulevard East to Vine, parked in an underground parking structure and took an elevator to the Top Of the Mark. A Bar and restaurant that revolved 360 degrees every hour to see all the lights and views of Hollywood and Los Angeles. On a clear night they said you could see all the way to Catalina.
We had an after dinner drink at a small table for two. We sat for a couple of rotations of the room and left. A perfect ending to a wonderful evening.
We rode back to Mt. Washington and my heart was as full as my belly. I never had such a wonderful night. God willing and the creek don't rise I was going to have the extra treat of making love to this warm, thoughtful, giving human being. My brother the red man. The man I owed my life to.
Who would have thought that all these years later I would be lying in his arms tonight. Thank you Wes I whispered under my breath as we climbed the hill to the house. A little will of the wisp blue light shot in front of the bike and danced around us like it was trying to say,
"I heard you, I heard you." Chief pointed it out as we drove into the drive.
"Wes?" He asked me.
"Yes." I said. "I just thanked him for bringing us together and he's letting me know he heard." I broke into tears and Chief held me until I was okay. "I'm sorry Chief. After a magic evening, I didn't mean to put a damper on it."
"You didn't. It was a perfect touch for the evening to have Wes's blessing. Those were as much tears of joy as they were sorrow." He was right, I had to admit, they were tears of joy. We went in and 'Mom and Pop' were waiting up for us. We were glad to see them. Master Jeb laughed at me.
"I don't think his boots have touched the floor yet." Jeb told the Dungeon Master.
"How was it, Little Beaver?" The Dungeon Master questioned.
"I know how Cinderella must have felt." They laughed at me but Chief knew I was serious. It was totally unexpected. I launched into a minute by minute account plus descriptions of the music played. They looked bored. I told them not to worry it would all be in my journal. They laughed.
We went up to Chief's new, big room with windows on two sides. It was the biggest bedroom on the upstairs floor with it's own bath. He had spent every night fixing it up. He was going to have his own phone put in. Chief seemed happier than I'd ever seen him.
There came a knock at the door and a deep voice said,
"Room service for Mr. Redfeather." He opened the door and there was Big Jim with a bottle of wine chilling in an ice bucket and two glasses with a card. He sat it on the small table in the room. Chief ask me, jokingly, if he should tip him.
"On the house, Gentlemen." The Dungeon Master laughed, turned and left, closing the door behind him. Chief looked at me and shrugged his shoulders. He hadn't planned this. He read the card and tears came to his eyes as he handed it to me.
The card read: "We're glad to have you with us, Chief, as a member of our family. We're blessed to have two such fine young men share our home and our lives. With love, Jeb & Jim." What a nice sentiment. We had to hold each other for a minute.
"I won't cry." I told him.
"Why the hell not, I am." he laughed. We both laughed. We enjoyed the wine and spent a wonderful evening making love. We had the most wonderful unhurried sex. I didn't have much time to spend with Chief since I met him due to my training schedule but he was always there with a good word and his support.
This was quality time with my hero and we both drank each other up like sponges. Of all the sexual partners I've ever had, Chief could make the most tender yet strongly masculine love to me anyone ever has. There was no one else to compare him with. He was unique. Sex to him was getting what he needed but his strength was to provide his partner with the spirit of knowing what they brought to the feast was greatly appreciated.
He had no intention of sharing equally but to receive as much in giving as he received in the taking. When Chief drained me it was total. He drained me from my body and my soul. I have never spent a more magic night than that evening in his arms. I told him I envied the slave that would call him Master. I would know the love they were getting, be happy for them, but reserve a little envy for myself. He laughed and kissed me again. God, he was a lover.
That evening we bonded as brothers forever. He whispered the words as we lay there spent,
"I thank you, too, Wes."
Through the open window the tiny blue light appeared circled his head three time and bussed him on the cheek and was gone. We both laughed. That night I had another visit from Wes. It was in a dream. He told me we had to go to the bar Sunday afternoon to meet Alex. If we didn't, a good man was going to die.
He included Big Jim and Master Earl. The next morning I was quiet at breakfast. It was unusual for me not to join in the conversation. I picked at my food I usually couldn't get down fast enough. Everyone else got quiet, too. I didn't notice until I looked up and they were looking at me with concern, sort of like your mother just before she got out the rectal thermometer. Master Jeb had seen this mood before and it rang a bell with him.
"Wes told you something last night and it wasn't good."
I swear that old man could read my mind but only because I knew he loved me enough to try. I nodded my head affirmative.
"He told me it was very important that the three of us and Master Earl attend the function at that bar in Long Beach Sunday or a good man will be killed. We are to rescue him, help him, and keep him hidden. But it was in a dream, not like he usually comes to me."
"We saw him twice last night." added Chief.
"Then his spirit is agitated and wants you four to intervene." said Master Jeb.
"You woke me talking to someone last night, Beau." Chief said. "All I could make out was, 'how will we recognize him?'"
"Wes told me we would know when "it" starts. Whatever "it"means."
"Then you must go." said Master Jeb. Whether it comes true or not. If there's even a chance you men being there can prevent a death you must go."
"I agree with Jeb." said the Dungeon Master.
"Then we go." said Chief.
"I'm sorry, Masters, but I feel strongly about this. Wes even showed me what he looks like. I'll recognize him when I see him."
"Don't be sorry, Son." said Master Jeb. "These men believe you and so do I. We know you wouldn't lie to us, especially about anything so serious"
"Absolutely, Bro." spoke Chief. "I have something for us to do today and we need to get ready and go shortly or we'll be late. We'll be gone for the evening gentlemen but we'll return tomorrow morning. Plenty of time to pick you up Dungeon Master and ride together.
"Should we bike it or take a truck?" asked Big Jim.
"We should take Chief's truck but we have to wear our leathers and look as mean as possible. I'm not to wear my slave collar for some reason. I'm sorry."
"Beau, we trust you, now stop that. That's an order, Son."
"Yes, Dungeon Master."
"We need to put the shell on Chief's truck and put something comfortable to lay on in the back like the big foam pad rolled up under the stage in the auditorium." I continued.
"How did you know about the truck shell? It's at work and you never... Oh, never mind." interjected Chief.
"How'd he know about the foam? I put that under there six months ago and I know no one's been under there. I have the only key." stated the Dungeon Master, shrugging his shoulders at Chief.
"Okay guys, lets do it." said Chief. He got on the phone to Master Sam to ask permission to go in the lot to get his camper shell. Beau and Big Jim were gonna' give him a hand. Sam told him it would be fine. He knew Chief had a set of keys to the yard. Did we need any help? Chief told him he thought the three of us could handle it.
"We need to get the camper shell now. Let me make a phone call and tell them we'll be about an hour late." "Look, I'll follow you guys on my bike. We'll put the shell on and you can go from there. I'll just ride back up here. Then we'll be ready for tomorrow."
"Sounds good to me." said Chief
"Me, too, Master Ox, and thanks for believing in me, this will happen." Chief went to use the phone to tell whomever that we would be a few minutes late, an emergency arose and we would explain when we got there. We got the shell on the camper and waved goodbye to the good Dungeon Master and went on our way.
"We're only going to be about ten minutes late, Beau." We headed west up Sunset and turned again at my Master's turn. Chief looked at me and smiled and sort of shrugged.
"You know, Beau, he was awfully generous and made me feel welcome that first night I met him with Dirk and Allen. It's the least I can do for the man."
"I'd hug you right now it I could, Chief."
"Wait 'til we get out of the truck, okay?" He laughed as he pulled into the carport. Master Earl came out the kitchen door in all his leathers. He hugged and kissed Chief on the cheek.
"You didn't have to do this, Chief."
"Are you kidding, Master Earl, as good as you've been to me? You welcome a stranger into your home and make me feel like a respected member of your family. I'll never forget that, Sir."
"Where's the new Harley?" Master Earl asked concerned.
"We're on a mission for Wes, Master Earl, we had to bring the truck. We had to go by work to put the shell on. Beau will tell you about it." Chief said as we walked into the house.
I fell to my knees and kissed each of his boots, found his hand waiting, kissed the back and heard him say,
"Rise troubled slave and show your Master love." I was in his arms in a flash, hugging and kissing him. He knew from my demeanor, something was wrong.
"Spill, little one." Master Earl said to me as he poured us both a cup of coffee. I told him the upshot of the dream and the things that came to me this morning.
"You men need me to go with you or meet you down there? Sometimes flashing a badge can get cooperation from other Cops. They may or may not be involved." he stated.
"Aren't you afraid of being seen in a gay bar, Master Earl?"
"I use to be but after Wes died I've gone to functions every now and then. If it happens, it happens but I believe Wes won't let it happen." I hadn't thought of that, neither had Chief, I could tell.
"You might be of help then." replied Chief.
"Am I suppose to go, Beau?"
"Yes, Sir, you and Chief ride your bikes down and the Dungeon Master and I will follow in Chief's truck. We're gonna' have to take him to Yoshie."
"Let's do it. Beryl and Blaine are big friends with Alex. I'll call them and see if they're planning to attend." said Master Earl. He got on the phone and got Beryl immediately.
"Hey, good friend, this is Earl."
"How'er you, Son."
"Good Dad, good! Say, you guys are good friends with Alex Hanson, right?"
"Yeah, we got a call from him this week asking us to join him at a bar in Long Beach. He's in some Leather Man contest and wanted our support. I told him we'd try but we decided yesterday afternoon not to go; however, we had a visit from a little blue light last night and it was very agitated and upset about something.
We went to bed and Blaine had this vivid dream and woke me sitting up in bed talking to someone; only, no one was there. Blaine told me he saw us, you, Big Jim, Beau and Chief in the bar. Blaine tells me we have to go and with all I've seen happen in the last couple months, that's good enough for this old man. Is that why you're calling? Did Beau get a visit too?"
"Yes, Dad, he did, same thing, we have to go. He and Chief are gonna' shit when I tell them. I don't have to, I just saw that knowing smile, he knows. The thing starts around four. See you there Dad."
"We'll be there, Son, see you then."
Part II ~ The Mc Innis Clan Posse
Chief planned to leave and let my Master and I be alone. Master Earl wouldn't hear of it. He insisted Chief spend the afternoon and evening with us. He called Beryl back and asked if they wanted to ride up and stay the night and we'd all ride down there tomorrow. They said it sounded good to them and would be up later.
We talked about a lot of things but conversation kept drifting back to what was going down tomorrow. We had no idea. I knew the person, a slave, was important to our family. How, or why, wouldn't come to me. Master Earl left Chief and me alone and went to his favorite Italian place for take out and got vast quantities of food for everyone's dinner.
Chief and I heard two Harleys in the lot next to the car port. Beryl and Blaine had arrived. We went out to greet them and they were as glad to see us as we were to see them. Blaine started crying when he hugged me.
"Oh, Beau, I saw and spoke to Wes. He looked great he was so buffed. He told me the name and I couldn't think who he was but he was in Nam with us. Will Blake. Remember little Will that would tag around everywhere with your two buddies, Windsor and Smith?"
"Yeah, I remember him. Wes didn't tell me. Guess he thought you'd remember him better. I saw the face of a young man about our age and now that I think about it, you're right, it was Will Blake's face. Wasn't he in your platoon for a while?"
"Yeah, for a while but he was reassigned just before we went on that disastrous junket. I heard he was shot up pretty bad and got sent home. I think he was in Cochran's platoon." said Blaine
"Did you know him, Chief?"
"No, I don't recall the name. Hell, there were so many kids through there I might know him. I couldn't tell you unless I saw him."
"He must be pretty important for Wes to round up the troops. Well, there's always strength in numbers. You worried about it, Son?" Big Beryl asked me as he pulled me into him.
"Not worried, Dad. Perhaps a little apprehensive. If we go down there it turns out okay, fine. If we do nothing, the kid will die and the queen that kills him will get off scott free. Poor Alex will think we're coming down there for him. He doesn't have to know otherwise."
"Alex is a good man. You're right he won't know we have precognition of something about to happen." said Master Earl. "No need to burst his bubble."
"I'm not to wear my collar and Wes said to dress as mean as possible. Did you get that Blaine?"
"Look at us. Neither of us has trimmed our beards or staches. I always do that for Dad and he does it for me. We're wearing bandanas instead of our usual helmets. We're wearing more leather that Gloria Vanderbilt. Don't we look mean enough?"
"You dummy, you just had to ask?" Laughed Big Beryl.
"Well, Blaine, Dad looks mean enough, you look more like Gloria Vanderbilt." Everyone laughed including Blaine.
Master Earl returned and we sat down to dinner. Master Earl bought a lot of food. We thought to save some for Master Jeb and take it to him tomorrow. The five of us sat in the hot tub and I recounted my wonderful Friday night to my Master, Big Beryl and Blaine. They were impressed by Chief's thoughtfulness. We wanted to get to bed early to be fresh for the next day.
"What say we take brunch over to the Dungeon Master and Master Jeb tomorrow? We can leave from there. I can stop and pick up food on the way." said Master Earl.
"Sounds great to us." said Big Beryl. We all agreed. Beryl and Blaine retired to one of the upstairs bedrooms and I set clean towels out for them. Chief took the downstairs bedroom with the attached bath. I stayed with my Master.
We had the most relaxed sex we'd ever had and he seemed satisfied. He ordered me to go crawl in bed with Chief in case he should wish to use me. I kissed and hugged him. Told him goodnight and he was the best of Masters. He patted me on the butt and sent me on my way.
Chief wasn't asleep. He was so happy to see me I thought he was going to cry. We made love and it was a peaceful nights sleep.
We all were up early the next morning. Master Earl called to give Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master notice they were about to be invaded by a pillaging hoard. Their reaction: Bring it on. Master Earl told Beryl and Blaine to go on up to the house we were going to stop by the big supermarket at the bottom of the hill to buy brunch fixings.
We did our shopping and carried the groceries out to Chief's truck. Master Earl followed us up the hill. We parked Chief's truck on the hill in front of the big house. We carried the food into the kitchen and I went through ritual greeting with Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master who hugged me awfully tight.
Chief, Blaine and I got busy with brunch and the other four Masters had coffee and talked. Master Jeb was wowed by Blaine's visitation and agreed that this must be something important.
Then it came to me. Like the clouds parted and I knew who and what this kid was about and why? He was indeed important. I got quiet again fixing brunch and seeing to the Masters at the table. Big Jim was watching me like a hawk and I was trying not to look at him because if I did he would know in an instant.
I wasn't sure I wanted everyone to know. I got him another cup of coffee and some more sugar as the bowl was empty. I returned it to the table and he grabbed me. He sat me in his big lap and looked me in the eye. He knew. The other three Masters turned to look.
"Spill!" Was all he said.
"Am I that obvious, Master?" I asked weekly.
"I can read you like your slave journal and so can your Master. He knew, too." He winked at Master Earl.
"He's right, Beaver." agreed my Master.
"Okay, I don't know whether I'm suppose to tell yet or not."
"Hell, Son, if you know something tell us it might make things easier for us." said Big Beryl. Master Jeb had a little different opinion.
"This doesn't have to do with what's going down at the bar, does it, Son?"
"No, Sir, it doesn't Master Jeb." He mused for a minute. "Can you generalize?"
"Yes, Sir, it's who the kid is. Why we have to do this. What he means to us and the family."
"I don't think you would have this revelation now if you weren't meant to share it, Son." said Big Beryl, "It would have come later." That was a point I hadn't considered.
"Damn good point, Dad." as I jumped in his lap and hugged his neck. "You're absolutely right!"
"This man is to be Master Zack's new slave, the love of his life."
"What about Button?" everyone asked
"He'll stay with Master Zack and his new slave. They'll be good to him, he won't be left out. Master Zack couldn't abandon him, he truly loves Button but Button will never be what he needs. Then after about a year, no less, six to eight months, Sarge will buy Button from Master Zack and he will become a houseboy slave to Sarge and Titus. He will be happier than he's ever been. They'll shower him with love, sex, and attention. Sarge and Titus will spoil him rotten."
"Nooo!" said Big Beryl incredulously. "I'd say that was pretty damn important, Son. If anyone deserves a little happiness it's Zack and the slave couldn't be getting a finer Master that walks this land." Here, here's went all around the room. I had to agree.
"This is the happening I saw for Master Zack. I told him his life was going to improve ten fold very shortly. I couldn't see everything then but it hit me in the kitchen a minute ago."
"Come to think of it, did you guys notice the way Sarge doted over Button all afternoon at Master Earl's?" asked Chief. "He was all over Titus, playing with his cock and plug. Titus seemed to be enjoying his attention as well."
"I damn sure noticed." allowed Blaine.
"Yeah, me too," said Master Earl, "I didn't think anything about it then but I know under all that gruff, hard nosed exterior of Sarge's beats a heart of tulle." We all laughed at Master Earl's somewhat unusual description of Sarge.
"We're suppose to look mean and all wear bandanas so there's no doubt we're together. Dad, you and Blaine were sent for strength of numbers and you have to plan on staying over tonight here. There's something you have to help with tomorrow. I'll make up one of the beds for you after Brunch."
We carried our food outdoors to the picnic table under the huge Avocado tree. It was a nice warm summer's morning. We ate, drank and enjoyed each other. During coffee it hit me,
"Oh God! Did anybody call Yoshie to make sure he's gonna' be on duty at the hospital this afternoon."
"I'll do it now." said Master Earl. He returned in a minute and confirmed Yohsie would be on duty from two 'til ten this evening.
"I didn't think it would hurt to tell Sam and Yoshie the details and they have no doubt we'd be at the hospital. Sam asked if we needed him. I thanked him but said we had enough troops to clear the damn bar. He said if we had Jim and Beryl that would be enough." We all laughed.
I went upstairs and fixed up the bedroom across from the Dungeon Master's. Chief and Blaine gave me a hand. Hell, in this family everyone pitches in. Things get done. You have fun doing it. Big Jim unrolled the large six by eight piece of foam and set it in the sun to air. I vacuumed it good and Chief and I put it on an old blanket Master Jeb gave us to use.
He gave us a couple extra to cover the pad and as a throw if it was cold. We were set and ready to roll by four o'clock. The Dungeon Master removed my collar and plug and Big Beryl removed Blaine's. We all had bandanas. All colors. But we tied them all the same so there was no doubt we were together. For some reason, that was important.
I reminded Master Jeb of the Italian food I left in the fridge for him. All he had to do was warm it up. He wanted to go with us in the worst way. He hugged and kissed me for luck.
"You won't need it. What you guys are doing is right, you're saving a life. Wes won't let anything happen to you, vaya con Dios, Gentlemen. Give my love to Alex." We left right at four o'clock. We didn't want to arrive too early; fashionably late to make an entrance. I rode in the truck with the Dungeon Master.
We followed Beryl, Blaine, Master Earl and Chief Down the freeway. The off ramp was right near the bar and we were there in about thirty minutes. Big Jim was in a randy mood but also was serious about what we had to do. We had designated him to grab the kid and let us do the rest.
We got there and paid the entry charge for charity of some kind. Alex and Glenn saw us walk in and Alex lit up like a Christmas tree. He had to buy us all a drink and sent Glenn and I to get them. Glenn paid and I helped him bring them back to our group. Beryl and Blaine had a beer. Master Earl and Chief had a Coke. The Dungeon Master and I had Calastoga Waters. I wanted to be sharp and I think the other guys did, too. Beryl and Blaine were more use to drinking than we were. The afternoon progressed and Alex couldn't thank us enough for coming. He complemented us on the leathers and bandanas.
"You guys look mean but hot. Every queen in here is pissing their pants." We all laughed.
"Dungeon Master" He spoke to Big Jim, "I am so proud and honored you and your slave came today and Master Earl what can I say but thank you, Sir." They patted him on the back and put an arm around him. He was in heaven.
Blaine and I kept looking. We didn't have to wait long. Will and his Master were checking in at the door. Blaine recognized him first. I pointed him out to Chief but he still didn't recognize him. We carefully pointed him out to our group. His Master walked by us. Alex knew him and introduced him as Brad. I shook his hand and got a feeling he was a self centered, mean spirited little bastard. He wouldn't introduce his slave. To our group's delight, I pushed.
"And who is this fine looking slave with you, Brad?"
"Oh, him, he's nobody, he's just one of my slaves." He wasn't going to introduce me. I was determined to do a run around the end zone. I pushed the self important queen out of the way and stuck my hand out to his slave. He took my hand,
"Hello Blake, long time no see. Remember me, 'Ber'Rabbit'?"
"Beau? Beau James! It is you!" He looked at me and a big smile came over him. He threw his arms around my neck and kissed me.
"Attention, Corporal Blake." He turned and saw Blaine.
"Lieutenant Kelley? Oh, my God!" He jumped into Blaine's arms, hugged and kissed him too.
"Master Brad, these guys are the men I told you about in Nam with me, Sir."
"Did I give you permission to speak to them, slave?" The asshole barked at him.
"Well, no, Sir, but Master..."
"I ASKED YOU A QUESTION, SLAVE! I didn't give THEM permission to speak to you and I didn't give YOU permission to speak to them! DID I SLAVE?" Will lowered his head, tears ran down his handsome face and he answered meekly.
"No, Sir. I'm sorry, Sir."
"You're sorry about a lot of things, slave. You're a sorry slave. I'll take care of you later. Come on."
"For God's sake, you ass hole, he was my friend in Nam and this man was his commanding officer. I didn't fight over there and shed my blood to come back and allow some phoney little two bit leather fairy tell me whether I can talk to my friend or not. You gotta' lot to learn, fuckhead, but not on my time."
"Obviously YOU know nothing about Master/slave relationships. Allow me to tell you about the facts of life you missed, you dime store, imitation, scooter trash. This is a man's bar where most of the men own slaves. He's my slave and you better fucking learn to respect that if you know what's good for you.
He gave up non-essentials like you when he became my slave. He doesn't need you for a friend and I sure as hell don't. If you don't like it find yourself a fluffy sweater bar where you belong. Leave us men alone!"
"Men?!" I shot back. "All that leather you have on don't make you a man, you piss-ant. I could kick your faggot ass with one hand tied behind me. Why, you nelly little piece of shit, you give the term 'Puss in Boots' new dimensions! "
Everyone broke up on that one and he knew he'd been bested. Brad turned on his heel like a pissed queen with his nose in the air and stomped off. To add insult to injury, everyone laughed at him. Will turned and had an apologetic look on his face. I waved and Blaine blew him a kiss. Big Beryl was laughing his ass off.
"Woah, fuck, Beau, Darlin,' that tongue of yours should be registered as a lethal weapon, I'm sure you drew blood. She looked just like that witch after Dorothy threw the bucket of water on her; one pissed off lady."
Beryl was really enjoying Brad's discomfort. Our whole group was laughing heartily. Everyone around us was laughing at Big Beryl. I loved that old man. He just shook his head still laughing muttering, "Doesn't know anything about Master/slave relationships my ass!" Then he'd laugh some more.
Alex apologized for his friend and said he was a temperamental guy. Alex went to talk to him. He'd been rude to his friends. Alex was not amused. Glenn tagged along. Big Beryl broke us all up again,
"Fuck! Let's just kidnap the little shit and get out of here. That queen doesn't know what he's got nor does he care to find out. He's a user." We all laughed nervously. Everyone around was patting me on the back saying,
"Way to go Tiger. Way to tell that prissy queen off."
"Let's move closer to their group." said Master Earl. We moved closer to them within earshot. The queen raised his voice so everyone could hear what a strong, in control Master he was.
"I don't give a shit who your asshole friends are, Alex. They don't fuck with my slave without my permission." He yelled at Alex. Everyone in our group patted me on the back and said,
"Well done Beau. Way to go."
I wasn't sure I'd done the right thing. The afternoon wore on and the contest began. It was strange. Rather than have judges, the winner was the man that got the loudest reaction from the crowd. We were a party of six loud men. The crowd joined in our loudness because we were so enthusiastic for Alex to win. We yelled, whistled, stomped, applauded for Alex and he won. He was thrilled and we were complementing him on how well he'd done.
"You men know as well as I do I wouldn't have won if you hadn't come to cheer for me." I'm really grateful. He bought us another round of drinks. Blaine and Glenn went to retrieve them. One of Brad's friends entered the contest and even though his little group yelled and screamed for him they were no match for our clique.
Besides, the crowd heard the earlier encounter and were with us to see Alex beat Brad's friend. Brad was not pleased. Alex stood with us after he won the contest and all sorts of old friends came around to wish him congratulations. Some, he said, hadn't spoken to him for years. He said they were trying like hell to wrangle introductions to us.
We laughed and put our arms around him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw Brad giving Will money to buy beers for him and his friends. I leaned to the Dungeon Master and spoke,
"Brad is sending him for beers. You have to go in and tell Will something while he's inside the bar."
"What'll I tell him, Beau?"
"What you have to tell him will come to you, I promise." Big Jim shrugged like, 'I believe you' and walked into the bar to wait for Will.
When Will walked into the bar Big Jim approached him, "Beau sent me to talk to you a minute, Son. Come over here out of the crowd."
"But, Sir. My Master..."
"Fuck your Master, Son. He's not a real Master, I am. Now listen to me, this is more important." He picked up Will and carried him to the corner. Big Jim sat him on a beer crate high enough to look him directly in the eyes.
"Listen to me, Son, listen very carefully. I mean you no harm, I won't hurt you, I'm here to help you. If I should ask you a question this afternoon under stressful conditions you must answer loudly,
"Yes, Master, I do! Got that?" Will nodded he understood.
"Trust me, Son, it may save your life to say those words. Do you understand me."
"I think so, Sir, but..."
"No buts, Son, this is important! If you want to live you'll do exactly as I say!"
"Now, go on with you and remember, I'm the good guy." He patted him on the butt and sent him on his way. Will turned, paused for a moment, then ran back to Big Jim's arms and hugged him.
"For some reason, I trust you, Sir. A voice in my head just told me to obey this man, listen to him. I will obey, Master. Thank you, Sir."
"Good for you, Son." Big Jim kissed him gently. The Dungeon Master returned to Beau and stood there for a minute.
"I don't know why I said what I said but..."
"Did you tell him to say 'Yes, Master, I do!'?" Big Jim's knees almost went out and he sat down on a nearby bar stool.
"Damn, Beau, How do you do that?"
"It came to me the minute you walked off but I knew Wes would tell you the right thing to tell him."
"That's exactly what I told him." Brad and his four buddies had quite a lot to drink. I was counting. Will returned with the drink order and passed the beers around.
"Did you get the matches for my cigar, slave?"
"I forgot, Sir, I'll go right now and get them, Sir."
"Fuck you, you worthless piece of shit. On your knees, slave." Will knelt before Brad and lowered his eyes. Brad handed his beer to his buddy and brought his knee up as hard as he could into Will's chest. I heard Will's ribs crack from the force of the impact.
It knocked all the air out of Will's lungs and he fell over crying.
"Please Master, I'm so sorry, it won't happen again. Please have mercy, Master."
Brad used his big heavy steel toed boots and started kicking Will in the ribs, his groin, and his head. Will tried to protect himself by rolling up into a fetal position. His attempt to protect himself only enraged Brad more.
"NOW!" I yelled to Chief and Blaine. I put my heavy boot squarely in Brad's back and shoved him into his buddies. Two fell down and the other two moved out of the way. I saw the Dungeon Master go for Will. He scooped him up in his arms to get him out of harms way and comfort him.
"Let's see how you like some of that abuse you fucking queen."
The worst thing you can do is call a self important leather fairy a queen. Brad saw red, which is exactly what I wanted, because when they're mad they can't coordinate. He yelled at me.
"Nobody does that to Brad Parker and gets away with it."
"Bring it on you two bit cocksucker. I'll rip your Goddamned head off and shit down your neck."
Were did that come from? Hell, I almost scared myself. Brad rushed at me and took a huge haymaker of a swing. I was collected and ducked. I went straight for his nose and broke it. I heard it crunch when I hit him. His buddies collected themselves, set their beers down, and moved together like they were getting ready to back Brad up.
Chief and Blaine moved in behind me. Master Earl and Big Beryl were on the other side of them. "If you gentlemen are looking to get you ass's kicked, bring it on. We'll take ya'." said Master Earl in his best Officer Masters commanding voice.
"Just remember when we put you down, you'll stay down." he shivered me timbers. They looked at each other and the leader spoke,
"Naw, this is Brad's fight. He always was a hot head."
Brad got up, glared at his friends, and saw the Dungeon Master holding Will.
"Put my slave down right now you big piece of shit. He's my property. He's my slave. Put him down. NOW! DID YOU HEAR ME?" Brad raged, his face blood red with anger. Big Jim looked directly into Will's eyes and in a loud clear voice so all could hear,
"You wanna' be my slave, Son?"
"Yes, Master, I do." Will came through and said it loud enough for everyone to hear.
"He's my slave now, queen. He ain't your slave no more, you low life cowardly bastard."
Brad pushed his luck and ran at the Dungeon Master screaming. I simply put my boot out and tripped him. He made an emergency three point landing on the concrete that knocked the wind out of him and ushered more blood out of his all ready amply, bleeding nose. The idiot got up and ran at me again.
That's why I love to get someone enraged in a fight. They can't think straight. I stood still until he almost got to me and side stepped him. He fell from his own miscalculation. I was on top of him in an instant pounding him in the face with my fists. His nose was all ready bloody but I was determined to give him two black eyes to sport for his friends. He started crying, begging me to stop. I started mocking him.
"Why you crying, pussy? Don't you like abuse? Big man like you ought a' be able to take what he dishes out!" Whaap! I hit him a good one. I'll admit I was enjoying this.
"You didn't stop when Will cried for mercy, you low life son of a bitch! Why should I stop for you? How do you like being on the other end of abuse, you phoney queen? You want me to stop, ask me like a slave you coward." Whopp! I hit him again.
"Please, Sir."
"I didn't HEAR you, pussy." Whaop!! I hit him again.
"PLEASE, SIR!"
"Like a slave I said!" Whoaap! Damned if his head bounced on the pavement.
"PLEASE MASTER, SIR!"
"That's better, slave." I felt Master Earl and Blaine on either side of me lifting me off him.
"Come on, Beau, he's filth. He's a piece of dog shit. Don't dirty yourself anymore. He's a poor excuse for a man."
"He's NOT a man!" Someone in the crowd said, "He's a fucking queen in leather drag. They just pulled the REAL man off of him." I turned to the guy and said,
"Thanks friend. Listen carefully," I spoke to the crowd, "This 'REAL' man is the 'slave' to that 'REAL BIG MAN' holding Will and I'm damn proud of it. So, queeny, just got her ass stomped by a 'slave' that made her call him 'Master'! Let the son of a bitch live with that!" I crowed.
I said it loud enough for Brad and his buddies to hear. The crowd that was left, laughed at Brad getting his ass kicked by a slave. It just wasn't Brad's day. That's really hell for a control freak. Someone in the crowd, I swear it was Alex, started applauding. Another picked it up. Then another until the place was going nuts applauding for us. Brad was bleeding pretty bad and still yelling at me,
"I'll sue your ass off, you son of a bitch."
"Your next slave better be a rich one then 'cause a queen like you ain't got two nickels to rub together." I retorted. Everyone laughed at Brad.
"Ouch, that was a good one, Beau." Big Beryl allowed, "You'd think the queen would learn?" He shook his head as he laughed. The Long Beach Police arrived. Master Earl flashed his badge and proceeded to tell them what went on. They said they couldn't take Brad to jail unless Will agreed to press charges for assault and battery.
"He was trying to kill the kid with steel toed boots."Master Earl pressed the Cop.
"You got steel toed boots on, Mister?" The Cop asked Brad.
"Yeah, what of it?"
"Hands behind your back. You're under arrest for assault with a deadly weapon."
"You're crazy! My Boots? Deadly weapons? Brad sputtered.
"You should check the law before you attempt to kick someone's head in with those, Sir." The Dungeon Master was still holding Will and the Police wanted to talk to him.
"Will you press charges, Son." Will looked at Big Jim who nodded.
"Yes, Sir, I will." He took his name address and phone number. Big Jim gave them ours.
"He'll be staying with me, Officer. He's hurt, we have to get him to a doctor."
"We want a full medical report from the examining physician." The officer said.
"You'll have it, Sir." They led Brad away and people started leaving the bar in droves. They wanted no part of the police. The police were good men. They knew the score and didn't give a shit. They were there to do their jobs.
"Beau, bring the truck around to the side." He handed me the keys. I ran to the back lot and got the truck. Chief opened the back for Big Jim and he gently laid Will out on the bed of the truck. One of the cops looked in the back of the truck.
"Looks like you men were ready for this."
"Coincidence." said the Dungeon Master. "You ride back here with him, Beau, and I'll drive. I know how to get to Queen of Angeles. Find out about medical insurance and whatever. You know the drill." Beryl, Blaine and Master Earl were saying goodbye to Alex and apologizing for leaving but they wanted to see the kid to the hospital. Alex asked if he and Glenn could ride along.
"Sure." said Master Earl "Glad to have you." There wasn't much traffic for a Sunday evening and we made it to the hospital in good time. Poor Will was suffering but didn't say anything. I wanted to check him but he was too sore. I covered him with the blanket.
"Just like old times, huh, Beau? I'm sorry you and Kelley found out I'm a slave."
"So are we, Dearheart. Blaine and I are slaves, too, Will. That big man with the grey-white beard is Blaine's Master and my Master's driving the truck. My other Master was the good looking man with the violet eyes. The one up front will be your new Master for a while. You're my little brother now."
"That's too good to be true, Beau, nothing good ever happens to me."
"Well, your lucked just changed, Will. You've got family now. You don't understand right now but you will. Now, lay there and be quiet unless you start to hurt really bad. Then let me know, Okay?" He nodded to me.
"You serve two Masters, Beau?"
"Three actually. You'll understand it all after a while and it'll make sense to you, I promise."
"I can't even serve one." He started crying
"It wasn't your fault, Will. That fairy isn't a Master. None of the Masters I know are like that. None of the Masters in my family would do what he did to you. Being mean spirited and cruel is not what being a Master is all about, Will."
"You and Chief were both Navy Corpsmen?"
"Right."
"You all came for me today didn't you?"
"Right again, Sprout." I said.
"How did you know?"He asked.
"How did you know we came for you?"I answered with a question.
"It just popped in my head. A voice and not a voice, I don't know how to explain it. I'd heard the voice before somewhere, long ago. The voice of someone I once knew and the big man told me to say those words if I wanted to live. How could he know what I should say if he didn't already know?"
"Well that's how we knew. I heard a wee small voice in the night. It just popped in my head. Ever since Nam it's happened to me. I thought I was going crazy. I'd hear voices telling me to do this or not to do that. Well, I had a dream last night about you dying in a gay leather bar in Long Beach. That bar was the only leather bar down here. Tell me did the voice you heard have a southern accent."
"Why, yes, Beau. Now's I think about it, it did. You know who it was, don't chu?"
"Un-huh, I'll tell you later but let's get you taken care of first."
"You have a good Master for me,too,don't you, Beau?"
"One of the best men on this planet, Will. You need him and he needs you. He's a man I love and admire very much. I would be honored to call him my Master. You will fall in love with him at first sight, I promise. You will become the pride of his life."
"Is he a REAL Master, Beau?"
"He is, indeed, Sprout. A strong, protective, loving man, the best!" Will started crying and wanted me to hold him. I did as gently as I could but he was hurting bad. We were on the downtown interchange and I knew it wouldn't be long to the hospital. We arrived at the emergency entrance and Yoshie was there with a Gurney.
We slipped a carry sling under him and four of us lifted him out of the truck onto the Gurney. Yoshie was all business. Wanted to know exactly the time this occurred. I told him and he made a note of it.
"Can Master Jim and I come in with him, Yoshie?"
"Sure, Come on."
"You know this Doctor, Beau?" Will asked.
"He's my brother, Will, just like you."
"Ooohh!" Will got the message.
"He's got Blue Cross, Yoshie." I had Will Blake's thin wallet.
"No problem then. Let me take a look and get some X-rays. You guys stay with him and I'll get the resident to give me a hand. Yoshie returned with a fine looking, big man about our age. He looked like he could be a linebacker for the Rams. He checked out Will's eyes and mumbled something to Yoshie. He was leaning over him and checking the bruises on his face.
"You leather boys play pretty rough, Son. I'd never treat my slave this way." Yoshie rolled his eyes toward heaven and looked surprised. I giggled. Big Jim turned his head the other way laughing. They did the X-rays and got them back. The two doctors made copious notes and then talked to us and Will.
"He's got three broken ribs on his right side and four on his left. It's a wonder one of them or more didn't puncture his lung. There's not a lot we can do for broken ribs but tape him up tight so they are forced back together. For the first week he will be in hell. It will hurt him bad. Agony type bad.
We'll give him enough pain medication to see him through the first week then he has to come back for more x-rays to see if he's knitting properly. He's going to have one hell of a black eye on his left side and probably blood filled eye around the whites for several days.
Keep him in low light and if the blood doesn't start to go away after three or four days bring him back in immediately." Since there was a police report filed on the case they took numerous color photos of Will's head, chest and groin. He wounds had turned a nasty, dark purple color with yellowish tinges.
"His left arm is also broken. We'll have to set it and cast it. He's going to be here several hours but we don't think he needs to be admitted. He probably would feel better and more comfortable with you men. Which one is his Master?" Big Jim raised his hand.
"You didn't do this to him, I know. You're his new Master, right?"
"Yes, Sir, as of a couple of hours ago."
"I'd say you found yourself a fine new Master, Son." Yoshie couldn't believe this resident was being that open. The man knew the score. Maybe he was a Master himself or had friends in the leather community. He didn't give a shit. He seemed to enjoy us. He found out I'd been a Corpsman in Nam and he instructed me about Will's care.
"Out of curiosity, How did you know Big Jim didn't do this to him?" I asked.
"Big Men don't do this kind of shit. I'm one as you can see. We don't have, too. We don't have anything to prove that way. Small men,...well, that's different." He winked at the Dungeon Master who nodded his agreement.
"We're gonna' shoot him up with demerol to fix him up so why don't you gentlemen go have dinner and come back in a couple of hours and he'll be ready." I could see Will began to get frightened.
"Can I stay with him, Doc?" I asked.
"Sure, just have your friends to bring you back some take out and you can eat while someone else stays with him." Damn, this Doctor was a thoughtful man. Not my experience with the doctors in Nam. Most were selfish ass holes. Didn't want to do anymore than they absolutely had, too.
Big Jim wanted to stay too and told everyone to go home. We would stay and bring him home after he was fixed up. Earl D. had to go to work the next day and Big Jim would call as soon as we got home. He thanked Alex and Glenn for coming but they may as well go home, too. He took their phone number and promised to call.
He gave everyone the run down on how Will was and asked Beryl and Blaine to stay at Mt. Washington because we might need help to get his things before the bastard changes the locks. They gave Will a shot of demerol and he was out of it. Demerol doesn't really stop the pain. You know the pain is still there. You just don't give a shit.
Tape up my broken ribs, sure, no problem. Gee you're cute. What was your name again. Oh, that hurt! I don't care. Go ahead. Do it again, Doc. God, is he big or what? Linebacker for the Rams someone said. Wonder if he's my new Master? Wheeeee! Don't know what this shit is but I want a doggie bag to go.
Yoshie came to us every now and then to give us an update. They set his arm and Yoshie did the cast. He said it had to be left on at least four weeks. The Dungeon Master and I were impressed with Yoshie's professional manner. He was going to be one damn, good doctor.
"Is he going to be able to go with us to get his stuff from that bastard's house?" Big Jim asked Yoshie.
"Once the demerol wears off he should be in pretty good shape. He's gonna' be sore but he should be able to walk around and tell you what's his. If it's not for too long. The major pain probably won't set in until tomorrow morning. Be sure and give him one of the pain pills before he goes to sleep so he'll have some in his system come morning. Don't wait 'til morning to start because he isn't going to be able to move in any direction without severe pain. Broken ribs and back injuries can be excruciating."
"I just called dad to give him an update." Yoshie told us, "He doesn't doubt you anymore, Beau. I never did, you found me waiting by the door, didn't you?" Yoshie gave me a hug right there.
"We really appreciate you and the other doc's help." About that time the resident Bear came strolling up and squatted down by Will in a wheel chair.
"Now, young man, as for you. You be a good slave and mind this big man, your new Master. Stick with big people and their friends and you won't go wrong." He patted Will on his good arm and smiled.
"Thank you, Doctor," Will got out softly, "you've been awfully good to me, Sir, and I appreciate it."
"It's my job, Son, but sometimes taking care of a handsome young slave boy in distress is more pleasure than work. As for you, Heros," he motioned toward us, "take him home and give him what he needs. Lots of love and attention. I promise he will heal twice as fast, you'll see, mark my words." Doctor Bear said to us. They finally finished with him and wheeled him out to the side entrance where we had the truck waiting. He was just coming down from the demerol high and was feeling pretty bad.
We put him in the back. He told me he wanted to sleep and for me to ride up front with Master Jim. I told him no, I was going to ride with him. Chief had a small, sliding window in the back widow of the truck you could open to pass things through to the camper shell. Master Jim opened it and we were able to communicate. Will drifted off to sleep as soon as we got underway.
"If we can manage we should get Jeb's truck, Beryl, Blaine, you and I go over to his place and get his things for him. Maybe he doesn't have that much." said Big Jim.
"I haven't had a chance to talk to him about what he has or where. Let's get him back to the mountain, get him a cup of coffee and talk to him." I said. We were about half way home and Will woke up. He was confused, disoriented and frightened. I talked softly to him and held him. He started crying and I soothed him. God knows, I had the same done for me so many times by these big men who never once told me men don't cry. I came to find out that real men do, indeed, cry.
"Can you answer some questions for me, Will?"
"I think so, Beau."
"Do you have a lot of personal possessions at his place."
"No, he made me get rid of most of my things. I have about a box full of things important to me and my bike. Its locked in his garage. He wouldn't let me ride it. Said slaves don't ride bikes. I have keys to the house but he never would give me a key to the garage."
We arrived at Mt. Washington and all came out to help us. Big Jim and I helped him ease down from the truck bed. You could tell he was in a lot of pain.
"Come on, Tiger, I'll give you a lift." Big Jim spoke to him and lifted him easily into his big arms. The Dungeon Master stole a kiss as he carried him into the living room where Master Jeb was waiting. Will was focusing on the room and the men around him.
Will saw Master Jeb. He never laid eyes on Jeb before but saw a good looking, strong, masculine face with piercing blue eyes that was hurting for him, held out his one good arm to him and Jeb had him in his arms holding him as he cried and cried.
I remembered how it felt to cry in those big forgiving arms. Our hearts were breaking but Master Jeb never told him to stop nor scolded him for crying. He let Will get it out and held him like he would never let him go. He didn't let go of Will until he could cry no more.
I got him a cup of coffee. He seemed to know it would clear his head. He had to hug Chief, Blaine and Big Beryl and of course, his new Master. He thanked us all and wanted to walk into the kitchen where Chief and Blaine were dishing up more take out for us. He even managed to eat a little.
Finally he told everyone what he had told me in the truck. He had one box of personal stuff and his bike. He told us his bike was locked in Brad's garage but he didn't have a key. He knew where he kept the keys for his bike but not for the garage. He had a key to get in and out of the house.
"Can you go back over there with us this evening to get your things? We'll throw your bike on the back of the truck and worry about it later. We can get into the garage, don't worry about that." said Master Jim. Will assured us he thought he could. Afterwards, he wanted to come back to the mountain and collapse.
"If that's all right with you, Master Jim." He added looking at the giant.
"Of course it's all right with your Master, Son. You're welcome here. No will hurt you here. You're safe now. These men are only a small part of your new family." said Master Jim. Will thought he could make the trip to his old residence and wanted to while Brad was away. He was afraid of Brad and well he should be. The son of a bitch almost killed him.
Could he ride in the back like before? I told him yes, I'd ride with him. Chief wanted to go even though it was going on ten o'clock and he had to go to work the next morning. I told him we had enough people with the four of us but he insisted.
So, off we went to Silverlake with both trucks. We found the place easily enough and quietly entered. Brad was still in jail and probably having a hard time raising bail on a felony charge. We got all of Will's stuff he wanted and found his bike keys.
Big Jim took his big bolt cutters and cut the lock to the garage like it was a piece of hot butter. We opened the garage and there was Will's bike. A brand new white Harley Sportster, a beautiful bike. We rolled it out to Jeb's truck and the four of us had no problem lifting it on. Brad's big Harley was in the garage.
"Blaine, run in the house and bring me a bottle of syrup or some sugar." Blaine returned with a full bottle of black strap molasses. Beryl poured the entire bottle in the gas tank. We got all of Will's leathers, boots and riding gear. He didn't have a lot or just didn't feel like taking a lot.
We got it all loaded and drove back to Mt. Washington. We arrived at the mountain about midnight. Chief excused himself and went to bed. I helped Will into the house and into one of the downstairs bedrooms. The other men got his bike and personal stuff out of the truck and into the garage.
Blaine and I had all ready made up the bed in the downstairs bedroom. It had its on bathroom. We thought it would be easier for him if he had to get up during the night. I was going to stay with him. Big Jim insisted on staying, too.
We got our clothes off and took his off. He was so tired from emotional exhaustion and the pain, he could barely hold his eyes open.
"Come on Beaver, let me carry him up to our room, we'll be more comfortable there." I had to agree. Big Jim swept him up in his arms and we paraded nude through the house and up the stairs to the Bear's Lair. When he saw the huge bed and got a good look at the two muscular hunks who were going to sleep with him he asked,
"Am I dead? Is this heaven? Are you guys angels?" I answered 'no' to all three questions.
"Then I must be dreaming. I've never seen two more gorgeous men in my life and I get to sleep between them. It was worth the broken ribs." The dungeon Master and I roared with laughter, kissed him and told him to go to sleep.
I said a prayer of thanks to God for letting Wes warn us to save this beautiful young man. Will was a very good looking, blond hair, blue eyes, average height, nice equipment, not too big but fit his perfect body. He had a sweet personality, polite and well mannered. How anyone could be cruel to this treasure was beyond me.
I hoped Brad rotted in jail for what he did. He almost killed Will. I laughed to myself as I woke once during the night to check on him and found him curled up in the giant's arms feeling safer and more loved than he had in three years.
I warned everyone to say nothing about who Will was other than the fact we rescued him. If something happened between Master Zack and him I wanted it to be from their own hearts they discovered each other and not because of suggestion.
Surprisingly, they all agreed that nature should take its course. My next weekend was to be a good one. I was really looking forward to it. Will should be healed enough to go with us and meet the family. They will take him to their hearts. They will heal his body and spirit with their love. I had that much faith in them. Their hearts went out to those in pain and sorrow.
They never told them to stop feeling sorry for themselves. They put their hand out and helped pulled them out of the quagmire. They gave of themselves. They knew the meaning of the word 'family.' You don't have to be wealthy to give the most precious of gifts to another human being, the gift of yourself. By giving that small gift you earn yourself more fortune than the wealth of any king.
End Chapter 25 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2004 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com