Ties That Bind

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

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

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

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THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf

CHAPTER 26 ~ THE JOSHUA TREE

When the Mormons traveled across the desert they came to rest at a place called "Squaw Tank." The rocks made a natural catch basin for rain water and was backed up behind the rocks like a small, deep, natural pond. They were running low on water and had begun rationing. They prayed to God for a miracle to help them find water and they came upon "Squaw Tank."

They gave thanks and sung hymns of praise to God for saving them. The Mormons remained there for several days and took advantage of the natural wild buckwheat that they ground into flour and made buckwheat cakes. They brewed a tasty tea from a natural indigenous herb that became known as Mormon Tea.

They were fascinated by the unusual tall cactus growth that had not been seen anywhere else on their journey. They named the large cactus with upward pointing branches "The Joshua Tree" because it reminded them of Joshua in the bible raising his arms toward heaven to pray. This cactus, a relative of the familiar Yucca, is endemic only to that particular elevation of the desert and is found nowhere else. From: The Journal of James Redfeather~

Part I ~ The Power of Love

The next morning Will was a mess. He was racked by such pain he couldn't get comfortable in any position. The Dungeon Master insisted we keep our routine. There wasn't much we could do for him anyway. Big Jim carried him to the downstairs bedroom where Master Jeb could sit with him while we went to run and then to the gym.

He tried to eat something but couldn't. I propped him up using five or six pillows so he was in the least discomfort. I gave him his medication but it didn't seem to be doing anything. The resident had given me his home phone number if I needed anything but I thought I'd call Yoshie instead.

"Dr. Tagame."

"Please, Beau, Yoshie."

"Okay, Darlin.' Will's in great pain. I gave him the medication as you prescribed."

"You gave him the medication? Let me give Dan a call and see what he says about doubling up on the medication. I'll call you right back." Yoshie was good to his word and called right back.

"Dan said double his medication for today only and see how he's doing tomorrow. Drop back to one every four hours. Dan said to make him drink lots of liquids because the medication tends to bind people up. Get him all kinds of fruit juices and have some available for him at all times."

"Thanks Yoshie. We really appreciate your help."

"I have Wednesday off. Dad and I will drive over and check him out for you."

"That would be swell. We'd love to see you again. My best to Master Sam."

I gave Will another pill and told him we would be back to fix breakfast in a couple of hours. He was comfortable with Master Jeb sitting with him. He became fond of Master Jeb immediately. Who, the hell, wouldn't? The man has my heart locked up in a small box. I'll always love him.

Will was getting exactly what he needed. Attention and care from some powerful male personalities that exuded love and caring. Chief got up early to check on him. He didn't realize Chief lived with us. Beryl and Blaine came down to check on him and give him comfort. He loved the two of them instantly.

The kid had good taste. He was agog over the giant and kept asking him if he really was his Master now. The Dungeon Master assured Will he was now his slave and would be until he was trained properly. Then he'd be sold or transferred as property to a family member that might make a claim for him.

The Dungeon Master further explained that when Will said the words, "Yes, Master, I do," in public with hundreds of witnesses he immediately became the Dungeon Master's slave and in turn, the family's, personal property. Will didn't ask for further details.

He simply accepted anything that came out of Big Jim's mouth as God's gospel word. He was in pain but in love as well. All these fine looking men doting over him. Showing him love. Just what the doctor ordered. Love proved to be almost as strong as the pain medication.

He observed Blaine and me with our morning greeting ritual for all the Masters present and was wowed. He was in tears after he saw that. I remember the first time I saw Billy and Oscar perform the ritual with Master Earl, I was blown away. I thought to myself, 'Now that's the way it should be.'

Master Jim and I went for our run and Blaine started breakfast. Chief left for work early as usual. He seemed okay from having gotten to bed so late. He was in great spirits. I guess he just wanted to be included. He was pleased everything went like clock work.

Chief was sorry for Will and what he suffered but at least he was alive. He would mend in body, and we were damn sure going to see to it that he healed in spirit. He became loved by everyone immediately. He was quiet, unassuming, bright and mannerly. We loved him and he could do no wrong.

The second pill did the trick and he became a bit more comfortable. He was able to eat a little. I found an old bed tray someone used once. It was in the attic store room. I remembered seeing it when we were moving some stuff around to make room for the Christmas decorations. I cleaned it and it was perfect for feeding him in the bed. He wanted to come to the table but I insisted he rest for the first couple of days until he was not quite so sore.

In a way, Will felt like he died and went to heaven. He never mentioned Brad's name unless it had to do with appearing in court. He had no fear as long as we were behind him and we were to a man. We would be there to witness what that ass hole did to him.

Big Jim made sure the initial medical exam got forwarded to the right place at the Long Beach Police Department and followed up to make sure they received it. They did and were grateful. Brad was still in jail. Good, let him rot. He fucked with the wrong fairy and lost. That fairy, an angel really, was Wes.

The Dungeon Master and I were in and out all day getting stuff done we needed to accomplish. We were in great spirits we pulled off the rescue with success but I was regretful I didn't move sooner. It happened so fast, I moved as soon as I saw Will was in danger.

Master Jim said he was proud of me. That's all I needed, a pat on the back from my Master for a job well done. I got more praise from everyone including my other Master who stopped by on his way to work, in uniform, to check on Will.

Poor Will couldn't believe when a super handsome, LAPD Motorcycle Officer walked into his room, called him by name and asked how he was doing. He didn't recognize Master Earl at first. He couldn't believe Master Earl was a real cop. A motor officer at that.

When Master Earl hugged him, Will's face brightened as if an angel had touched him. My Master was an angel in uniform. People would stop and stare everywhere he went he was so handsome. He was the most arresting man I ever met.

"Will, this is my other Master, Master Earl, who was with us yesterday when we rescued you." Master Earl gave Will a big hug.

"Thank you, Master Earl." He said, "Beau, you're really lucky to have three such wonderful men as Masters."

"I agree, little one, I love them all. You'll understand more about our circumstances as we explain some things to you. It's not quite the way it seems on the surface. There's more to this story than you see right now."

"It's all so new and wonderful to me. I never knew there were men like you around, living as a family." He started crying again thinking of the shit he had been through for the last three years. These men were Masters but they weren't mean to their slaves, on the contrary, they were showing real love for each other. There was no doubt who was Master and who was slave but there was not the constant turmoil and pain, both physical and mental, he was exposed to.

Brad was living proof not every fairy that buys a motorcycle and a leather jacket understands what it means to be a Master. Unfortunately, Brad had no love for himself. He hated who he was. He hated everything. Like so many leather queens his attempts at becoming a Master became a hopeless parody of masculinity.

If he wasn't so mean spirited one could almost feel sorry for him. He saw life as one disappointment after another and felt it his duty to provide the same for his slave. He was the type that would beat an animal to death because it didn't performed to human expectations. He damn near did beat an animal to death, genus: Homo sapiens; or if you will, Homohomo sapiens.

In an open society you can't tell everyone how to live their lives. Most are left to drift through life like bumper cars, hoping to get through with the least bang ups as possible. If one turns out to be a Brad or a complete Sociopath (no conscience as to their actions) and they act out, is it their fault or the fault of a society that makes no effort to teach basic living concepts? How to treat others? Manners, social graces, whatever you want to call it.

It turns out, if we choose to have such freedoms then those who cannot find their way are, indeed, responsible for their actions. If we have these freedoms then we have choices. It becomes our choice to live with anger, unhappiness, discomfort, and disappointment or to search for a better way.

Unless someone learns to love themselves, learns who they are and becomes comfortable with that, can they ever expect to give or receive love. Modern Christianity perverted the aspect of being born again. To be born again is to be reborn to the ability to give and receive love from your fellow man. I was being reborn to the role and life of becoming a loving and giving slave. The sense of freedom was overwhelming.

From the beginning of his physical recovery we began to work to heal Will's damaged mental state and repair his self image. It became a day by day process to understand and give him unconditional love. He was responding much as I did when I met Master Jeb and the Dungeon Master; like a duck to water.

He began to heal quicker than anyone expected due to both excellent care and loving attention. That first week we never left him alone. If he thought we were going to leave him by himself he got agitated. We didn't.

Yoshie and Master Sam dropped by for dinner Wednesday evening. Will was stunned and wowed that his doctor was a slave and very much in love with his handsome Master. To say nothing about the fact that his doctor was a member of his new family and came for dinner as well. He was impressed. Yoshie was amazed at the speed of Will's recovery from Sunday night. He no longer needed the pain pills every four hours and would only take one if he was truly uncomfortable.

Yoshie's comment, "Doctor Dan said it when you guys walked out, 'He's a lucky little fellow. Those men know how to give him love. Never underestimate the power of love, Yoshie.' Yoshie said he thought to himself, 'If you only knew what I know about the power of love, Dan, and the situation behind the rescue of this young man you would have to change your pants.' Everyone broke up laughing.

Will slept every night between his new Master and his big brother and didn't seem to prefer one over the other when it came to cuddling him at night. He was an equal opportunity love. His whole persona was soaking up his new life like a sponge. Master Jeb talked to him by the hour, carefully leading him into the ways Will so longed to experience.

To experience the freedom and joy of being a good Master's slave. Will, like so many, had just accepted to find any love as a slave he had to suffer abuse and humiliation for no purpose. Chief began to work with him using his newly learned skills at directing him toward what he wanted to become.

Chief, like Master Jeb established for himself what Will truly wanted for his life. Neither wanted to guide anyone into something they were unsure of. With Will, there was no doubt in his mind what he wanted. Especially with the introduction to these men who promised a life as a slave he could never have imagined.

A life of serving another man, being respected and loved for his efforts. A concept almost unimaginable to him before last Sunday. What a horrible thing to have to have to accept incomplete pieces of love, bits at a time from a self centered, uncaring, sadistic bastard. There are those who seek that. Their level of sublimated homosexual guilt is so deep, if they can't inflict misery on themselves, they find someone who will.

He began to refer to Big Jim as the Dungeon Master, even though he hadn't seen the dungeon. It was explained to him it was a title of honor and respect within the family. The Dungeon Master was responsible for the care and training of new slaves.

"Then are you a new slave, Beau?"

"Yes, Little Brother, now you began to see why I have two Masters?"

"Yes, I do. Then there might be a possibility I may have two Masters sometime. Master Jim and another Master who might make a claim for me?"

"That's the way it works. Right now, you're under the protection of four pretty powerful Masters who want nothing but he best for you. Master Beryl is our family or clan leader. You're under his protection. The you're also under the protection of Master Jim, Master Jeb and Chief. Chief's a Master but he'll ask you to call him Chief. He know's you mean Master Chief when you call him Chief.

I've become a full fledged slave through ceremony, recognized by our family. I'll be put on the market and sold in approximately two weeks. Hopefully, Master Earl will win the bid and I'll become his slave for life; however, there's a small chance he won't win the bid and I'll have to become another man's slave. I'll be disappointed but I'll have to adjust and learn to serve and love my new Master."

"You and Master Earl belong together, Beau. I've seen how he looks at you and you look at him. You're both gah-gaa over each other."

"Is it that noticeable, Sprout?" I smiled, knowing he was dead on.

"Uh-huh." He smiled knowing I knew.

"Who is this Master I'm suppose to fall in love with, Beau?"

"I can't tell you. Nature has to take it's course. He doesn't know about you either. You'll discover each other at the same time."

"When will I meet him?"

"Not for a while." (Well, next weekend WAS a while away.) "You want to be healed and ready to serve him don't you?"

"Oh, yes, Beau, sure I do."

"Can I go with you and the Dungeon Master this weekend to meet more of the family? I'm feeling a lot better."

"Well, that'll have to be your Master's decision but I'll respectfully request consideration on your behalf if you wish?" We planned to take him anyway.

"Oh, please, Beau, I want to meet this family. Please, I'll ask him, too. He's easy to talk to. He listens to me and encourages me. I would never be afraid of him even if he does make four of me. In the bar that afternoon a voice told me to trust him, it was important."

"Wes." I thought. "I know what you mean, Sweetheart, he's a wonderful man and you never have to fear telling him the secrets of your heart. Nor Master Jeb, nor Chief for that matter."

"I can tell you anything, too, can't I, Beau?"

"Yes, you certainly can, we all love you."

By Friday Will was down to a couple of pain pills a day and was up and around the house all day. He was beginning to eat and regain his sense of humor. He was becoming a joy to everyone; especially Master Jeb and Chief. They fell in love with the little shit. He was another like Allen. You couldn't help fall in love with him. I laughed to myself. Master Zack won't know what hit him. Poor man, he doesn't stand a chance.

Will was treated like any other slave. He was not allowed to wear clothes in the house and cried when the Dungeon Master and I brought home his own collar with dog tags stating who he belonged to. He was so proud of the little tag stating he was the slave of the Dungeon Master "Big Jim" of the Clan Mc Innis.

He hugged and kissed Big Jim and thanked him numerous times. He began to perform the ritual greeting even though it was hard for him to get down and up. Every Master patiently waited and sometimes gave him a hand up to show him love. He was on his way.

We talked to Yoshie, who confirmed with Dan, we could wait until Monday to bring Will in for his check up. The blood was almost gone from his eyes and he was getting around much better. Dan said sure. Yoshie told Dan he would be with Will part of the weekend.

Yoshie let his hair down with Dan later. Dan and his slave of ten years came into the family about six months later. He was one of the most lovable Masters in the family. You'd never guess he was as top notch doctor to see him and his slave on his Harley.

Even with the added responsibility of Will, the Dungeon Master and I managed to keep our schedule including hell Fridays. I didn't mind, I was so looking forward to the weekend that nothing could bring me down. We did a lot of extra shit for the owner of the gym that morning preparing him for the weekend.

He couldn't believe it. He couldn't thank us enough. Big Jim took the opportunity to ask him if we might bring a third person to help and work out with us. The owner said sure, no problem. I knew what the Dungeon Master had in mind. He was going to start building Will like he did me.

I was so happy with my image in the mirror I said a prayer of thanks for Big Jim every time I looked. I would've never done it on my own. With a slave driver behind me I did it and was proud of myself.

Big Jim teased me mercilessly about the coming weekend. I never said a word about it. That's how he knew I was looking forward to it with eager anticipation. He could read me like a fucking book. Every time he mentioned Master Zack's name he watched me turn beet red. He would do it just to watch me change colors like a fucking chameleon.

Then he would slap his leg, roar with laughter and point his finger at me. He was so cruel but he made me laugh at myself. He never just said "Zack" as one Master might refer to another, it was always "Master Zack!" "Master Zack" this and "Master Zack" that until I got an erection and then he would go nuts laughing at me.

I hated him. I loved him. What'a ya' gonna' do when someone gets your number and nails it to the restroom wall? Just laugh at yourself. Go with it! The funniest thing was, he was dead on and he knew it. He knew I was really fond of Master Zack and we established a Master/slave friendship bond that was meaningful to both.

The Dungeon Master was exercising his little boy that was teasing his little brother for having a crush on a kid at school. What does the little brother feel? Mortified, embarrassed, he loves his brother but hates him at the same time. There you have it, I could have killed him and told God he died.

"Beau, how did you get a body like that?" Will asked.

"Courtesy of the Dungeon Master, Will. You'll look better than me when he gets through with you. Then we'll take you back to that bar in Long Beach and parade you in front of that son of a bitch, Brad. We'll rub it in his face what a real Master can do with love and training of a good slave. That is if he ever gets out of jail." Will and I laughed.

"I'll wear my slave collar with you. We'll let everyone know you're my little slave Bro and I'm your big slave Bro. Then we'll rub it in his face that your big slave Bro whipped his nelly ass and if he ever tries anything he'll get his ass kicked again." Will really enjoyed that scenario. We both did.

"You're proud to be a slave aren't you, Beau?

"You betch'um, Kiddo."

"I want to be proud, too."

"I promise you, you will be. Do you believe me?"

"I'd believe anything you guys tell me. You've neither lied to me nor even misled me."

"You will walk tall, Will, as a good man's slave. You will walk tall being the Dungeon Master's temporary slave. He takes his responsibilities seriously and loves you very much. He will expect the best from you including your love.

Why, only this morning he made arrangements with our gym owner to bring you to help with maintenance and work out with us. He's all ready planning for your future. He'll wait until you're healed though. He won't ask more of you than you can do but he will demand and won't accept less than your best."

About that time the Dungeon Master came into Will's downstairs bedroom with a couple of packages. One was a couple pair of "Tuff Nuts" overalls like he and I wear and several pair of socks. Will started crying and I motioned to Big Jim to comfort him. He didn't hesitate.

"Listen to me, Son. You're my slave now and I'm gonna' take care of you. We all are. You have family now. I told you Sunday in that bar I would never hurt you, didn't I?"

"Yes, Dungeon Master." He sniffled.

"I meant what I said, Sprout." Big Jim said forcefully. "Trust me."

"I love you, Master Jim." Will said as he threw his arms around the Dungeon Master's big neck.

"Well, you know I love you too, Scamp. Now let's see if you can get into these. We want our new slave to look like we love him and are taking good care of him, don't we? Especially, if we're gonna' introduce him to his new family." His face brightened.

"I'm gonna' get to go with you guys?"

"Yes, both doctors cleared it. We'll take you in Monday for your check up." said the Dungeon Master.

Part II ~ Wild Buckwheat

The Dungeon Master borrowed Chief's truck to take us to the desert. Will had come a long way but he couldn't have managed the trip on the back of a bike. His bike was with Dirk who was checking it out and tuning it up for him, no charge.

It was a wonderful afternoon as we drove to the desert. We left the pad in the back for Will but he insisted on riding up front between us. He beamed, he was so happy. Every now and then Master Jim would rub his head and he would just smile at him. I had given him a new recruit hair cut. It would only be closer if I shaved it. The Dungeon Master did the same for me. We looked like Big Frick, Little Frack and of course giant economy size Frack.

We had on the same make overalls with no shirts and bandanas tied on our heads. We looked hot but we somewhat resembled those little Russian dolls you fit a smaller one inside a larger one inside a larger one inside a larger one...! He was so proud to be dressed like the big guys. He was included. He belonged.

The Dungeon Master bought Will's overalls a size larger than we measured him. He liked the comfort of the extra room and he looked so fucking hot I couldn't keep my hands off him. I wouldn't let him wear underwear and Will would giggle like a school boy when the Dungeon Master or I would run our hands down inside to play with him. He loved it from both of us.

The Dungeon Master wanted to arrive a little early in case we had any complications with Will. I didn't foresee any but it never hurts to be safe. We left about two-thirty in the afternoon and got to Master Zack's small ranch in Joshua Tree around four. It was unbelievable. It was completely hidden among these huge boulders that had to be thirty to forty feet high.

It was a full five acres inside the round area created by the huge rocks. To enter the property you had to drive in between these two huge boulders that were only about twenty feet apart. Master Zack built a ten foot high wall all the way across the space and you had to open two six foot wide gates to drive in.

Once the gates were closed the only way out was to walk between the boulders. It gave you a feeling of complete privacy. Master Zack's house was a rambling concrete block home with a second story on one end with six extra bedrooms. Each with a full bath. There was a huge natural swimming pool made from the natural rocks of the desert. Beautifully done with two spas.

A small one was attached to the pool but there was a much larger one, huge, further away in the corner of two of the giant rocks. It spilled it's waters into a small man-made waterfall which ran down a fifteen foot stream into the main pool. It was a beautiful natural setting. All neat as a pin. The place looked like Master Zack should live there. Button came out of the house yelling at the top of his lungs.

"It's Beau and the Dungeon Master, Dad. Come on, Dad."

Button didn't have a lick of clothes on. Just his collar and his medallion. I warned Will about Button not having a dick and he didn't seem upset about seeing Button in the raw. Button went through the ritual greeting with Master Jim, hugging and kissing him. Next he ran and jumped in my arms, hugged and kissed me. He was still wearing his magic medallion.

"Button this is our new slave, Will."

"Hello, Button, good to meet you." Will stuck out his hand. Button took one look at Will and jumped for his arms. He could see the tape and bandages. He hugged Will gently and kissed him.

"Welcome brother, to our home." Will was impressed.

Master Zack came out of the screen door to the porch of the house to greet the Dungeon Master and saw me helping Will across the way to the house. I fell to my knees in front of Master Zack and lovingly kissed his boots. We completed the ritual by hugging and kissing for a long minute or so. He was glad to see me. The Dungeon Master spoke,

"Master Zack may I present our new family slave, Will." He snapped his finger at Will to kneel. Will was already on his way down. He lovingly kissed Master Zack's boots, found his hand and kissed it gently, then moved it to his forehead.

"Arise handsome slave...!" He didn't finish. He held Will at arms length looking at his bandages and then deep into his eyes and said, "Welcome home, Son." He hugged and kissed Will tenderly. Will started crying in his arms and he comforted him. "There's no one here who will harm you, Son. You're welcome here, you're a member of our family, no one will ever hurt you again."

"Thank you, Master Zack, I'm proud to be here. Thanks for letting me come."

"Make yourself at home, Lad. Anything you need, ask, understand?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Zack." Zack helped Will into the house and got us all a cold glass of iced tea to drink. Damn, it was good. He came around behind me and ran his hands down inside my overalls and found my cock and balls. He hugged me up to him and kissed me on the neck while he gently played with old swinger and my balls. He got me harder than a rock in seconds. He looked at the Dungeon Master who had a shit eating grin on his big ugly face and winked.

"You been taking care of this slave, Dungeon Master?"

"Not as much as I'd like, Master Zack. He's had a full plate lately taking care of our new slave and everyone else too but he's done one hell of a job and we're all proud of him."

"He needs to be drained good a couple of times. He needs a whip taken to that butt. Get some meanness out a' him." allowed Master Zack.

God, the way that man talked could get me instantly hard and keep me that way for hours. My old dick would soil my overalls with drool spots. Good thing I was made to run around in the nude most of the time.

"We were kind a hoping you'd do that for us this weekend, Whip Master. He's developed a powerful mean streak to him. May take a couple of sessions to get it all out." He winked at Master Zack.

"I think we might be able to get that meanness out of him this weekend. I've got a nice whip in my dungeon with his name on it." Master Zack said in mock seriousness.

"I'd really appreciate it, Master Zack. It's hell to be a good slave with a powerful built up mean streak." We all laughed.

"Damn, it's good to see you again you little shit." He winked at Will and Master Jim.

"You don't how good it is to be here and see you again, Master Zack. The cherry on top is I get to be your slave for the whole fucking weekend. I've been looking forward to this day for weeks."

"I've heard nothing else for the last week." The Dungeon Master rolled his eyes. We all laughed.

"No more glad than we are, right Kiddo?" He put his arm around Button.

"Really, Beau, it's all either of us have talked about for the last two weeks." We all laughed again.

We were the first to arrive but it wasn't long before the entire fam-damily started arriving.

"Earl's not coming 'til tomorrow morning. Everyone else should be here this evening sometime. You've heard Breed is back with his new Master?" A chill ran through my body.

"Oh, God!" I cried "I don't know if I can face that man."

"Of course you can, Beau. You have all of us that love you dearly, take strength from that." Master Zack surprised me with that. He put his arm around me and pulled me close. I thanked him and hugged him.

"Now tell me handsome young slave how you happen to be all bandaged up." Master Zack spoke to Will.

"My last Master did this to me, Master Zack." A tear ran down Will's cheek.

"Beau, the Dungeon Master, and their friends rescued me. They're taking care of me. I belong to them now. See, I have a tag on my collar that says I belong to the Dungeon Master, "Big Jim", of the Clan Mc Innis. The Dungeon Master and Beau saved my life. How can I ever repay them, Master Zack?" He started crying again, Master Zack put his arms around him comforting him and kissed him.

"There, there, little one, knowing these men the way I do they don't want thanks they just want your love. You give them that and that's all the thanks they need."

"Amen to that, Master Zack. Well said, Sir." added the Dungeon Master. Will was enchanted by the man, I could tell. He couldn't take his eyes off Master Zack. Zack couldn't take his eyes off Will; although, he tried for Button's sake. He couldn't do enough for Will or me for that matter. I was glad to see the chemistry taking place. Wes knew what the fuck, he was doing.

Button showed Will and I where to undress. He left us to undress and I helped Will off with his boots and overalls. Master Zack wanted us in chaps, boots and vests for the desert. I had seen Will in his chaps at the bar but didn't really notice how well made they were and how well they fit him. His little ass stuck out like two bowling balls in a gunny sack. Sweet Jesus, the kid had a nice butt. I started getting hard looking at it and laughed. He noticed my erection

"Damn, you have a good size dick when you get erect, Beau. How come you're getting excited?"

"Want me to be honest?"I smiled at him.

"Sure, I always do. You always are."

"It's that little butt of yours that's causing this." I grabbed him and played with his little ass and he played with mine. He felt my plug for the first time.

"Holy shit, that's a big plug. You wear that all the time?"

"Yep! The Dungeon Master put it in me the first night I met him and it hasn't been out since. Except for necessaries." I laughed "And, when they want to use it."

"Will I get one, too?"

"Probably, they'll start you with a smaller one and work your way up." He started getting an erection from the talk.

"Master Zack is a very handsome man, Beau, in a rugged masculine way."

"Oh, you really think so? I hadn't noticed but I guess he has a certain appeal." The kid looked at me and smiled this knowing grin.

"Like hell!" Was all he said. I loved him, he had a sense of humor.

"Handsome?" I said, "He's fucking, drop dead gorgeous and you know it!" We both fell out laughing so hard it hurt his ribs. I helped him on with his chaps and vest. Managing to get it over his cast and rehang his arm sling. The vest hid some of his bandages. He looked hot. Especially that ass.

Oh, Momma, that little ass! I knew it would do the trick. Master Zack was a dead man. Once he caught sight of that sweet little ass, it's all over but the transfer ceremony. So much for slave Beau. I couldn't have been more happy. We all ready had our collars on before we left. We walked back in the room and Master Zack whistled.

"Dungeon Master, what have you been doing with this slave? Vest off slave." Master Zack motioned to me. I obeyed. He walked over and turned me around himself and whistled again.

"Those tits are just about ripe for ringing, Dungeon Master. Damn, you mean this cake of beef is all mine for the weekend? Worth twice the price I paid, at least."

Then he turned to Will and looked him up and down. He turned Will around and I heard him suck in air at the first sight of Will's butt. He grinned at me like a dirty old man. He took Will's dick and balls in his hand and gently closed it around them. Master Zack looked deeply into Will's non-fearing eyes and spoke softly,

"Welcome Home, Son." He grabbed Will and hugged him again.

"It's good to be home, especially in your arms, Master." Who told the kid to say that? I didn't. That damn Wes. I just knew it. I laughed to myself. Had to talk to that kid about where that came from? Hell, I didn't have to, I knew. The Dungeon Master looked at me and rolled his eyes and I just shrugged. We were both laughing our ass's off inside. He mouthed the name 'Wes', I shook my head affirmative and we both went off again.

Dirk and Allen were the next to arrive. They hadn't been to the desert a lot. They were still in their giddy phase. They greeted everyone. Allen did his ritual with the two Masters. Dirk hugged and kissed me after my ritual with him. Kissed me a good one, too.

Once again the Dungeon Master introduced Will as our new family slave. Will kneeled in front of the huge, mean looking bear and completed his ritual. He found two massive hands under him lifting him gently to his big chest. Dirk kissed him gently and spoke in his ear.

"Welcome to our family slave-boy, no one will hurt you here." Will was agog. The fine looking bear of a man seemed to know him and was treating him like a relative.

"Master Dirk has your bike at his shop. He's the top Harley Mechanic in Southern Calif. He's checking it out and tuning it for you." I told him. He hugged Big Dirk again and thanked him. He had Dirk's heart in the palm of his hand. Allen came over and kissed him and hugged him gently.

"Your last Master?" Allen asked knowingly. Will nodded sadly. "Won't happen in this family, trust me, Kid." Will smiled to hear that. Allen went to take his clothes off.

Bull and Charlie were the next to arrive and Will was really taken by the two of them. He couldn't believe Charlie was a slave. Charlie was a different man. He carried himself proudly and had much more self confidence. He was beginning to bloom as a slave. He was much more self assured with his Master. He learned that Bull wasn't going to arbitrarily dump him if he made mistakes in learning to be a slave. He could deal with the aspect of punishment for his mistakes but he couldn't abide the thought of losing Bull. Their relationship was secure for many, many years.

When Will went through the ritual with big Bull he was shaking. He was actually frightened by Bull. Bull fell to his knees and looked at Will. With tears in his eyes Bull spoke softly to Will,

"Good thing I wasn't there to see that guy do this to you, Son, he'd be dead right now and I'd be in jail. Now, stop your shaking and give this old man a good kiss. Show me some love, Boy." Will stopped shaking and threw his arms around Bulls neck and kissed him passionately. I think he was surprised that Bull didn't hold back.

Big Beryl and Blaine arrived next. Will was so glad to see them he almost hurt himself getting to his knees in front of Master Beryl. After the ritual Beryl helped him up and held him.

"Glad to see you're feeling better, youngster. You had us worried there for a while." Will kept hugging and kissing Beryl. Beryl fell in love with him just like the rest of us. When Blaine came out of the bedroom with his clothes off Will was kind of shocked. I warned Will but either he forgot or it was a bigger shock than he anticipated. Blaine simply walked up, took his hand and put it right on his cunt.

"My old man over there wanted me to have a cunt. That's why I'm this way, Will. I don't regret it for a minute. I'm his slave and I want to please him." Will smiled and asked innocently.

"How does it feel when you're getting fucked by your Master, Blaine?"

"It's the only way I can come, Will and that old man fucks me so good he gets me off every time. It feels fucking wonderful to have him up there inside me rooting around. It gives him one more hole to pleasure him. Isn't that what a slave's for?"

"Oh, yes, Blaine, I'm almost envious." Blaine hugged him and kissed him.

"Well, later this weekend I'll tell you the 'hole' story." Blaine laughed. Will wasn't so surprised by Allen.

Then everyone began to arrive. Master Bert, Oscar and Billy arrived. I prepared Will and he handled them better than Blaine for some reason. In fact he was turned on by Billy. Just like I was. I told him who Billy was and he remembered him from the muscle magazines.

"Clancey McGee. I can't get over it. It's really him. I jacked off to his picture many times, Beau."

Sarge came stomping in puffing on a big stogie with Titus on a leash. Button ran to the both of them and fell to his knees in front of Sarge. He completed the ritual, Sarge grabbed him up in his arms, hugged and kissed him. Titus did the same. Button was in heaven with the two of them there. Sarge came over to me and let me go through the ritual with him, hugged and kissed me hard.

"It's damn good to see you slave. How ya' been, Stud?"

"Fine, you sweet old man." I said laughing.

"Shhhhh! Don't spread that around." He said with a wink. I hugged and kissed Titus.

"And, who do we have here?" Master Zack showed up behind Will with his hand on his shoulder

"Sarge, may I present the family's new slave, Will." Master Zack snapped his fingers at Will to kneel. He completed the ritual and Sarge hugged and kissed him gently.

"If I'd a' been there when this happen to you, Son, your ex-Master would be one dead motherfucker." Will was impressed, hugged and kissed Titus as well. He was really impressed by Titus. More family was arriving by the hour. This made a huge impression on Will.

"All these folks are your family, Beau?"

"Correction, Will, our family. They're your family, now, as well."

I saw a Harley pull up out front I recognized. It was Breed and the big man next to him on a big Chopper Hog was Joshua Cochran. God , he was better looking than I remembered. No wonder Breed gave up being a Master to become his slave. Dick or no dick, he was one rough, rugged, handsome, mean looking, son of a bitch.

My heart flew to my throat. I didn't tell Will about Josh Cochran. I didn't bring his cock along. It was still in my Master saddle bags on his bike. As if an answer to an unspoken prayer Master Earl pulled up next to Breed and greeted him. I watched as Breed introduced his new Master Josh Cochran.

Josh snapped his fingers at Breed to kneel before Master Earl. He went through the ritual with my Master and then they kissed and hugged. They walked into the house, Breed saw me, ran to me to hug and kiss me. He looked at Will.

"Blake?"

"Yes, Breed, it's me." Breed gently hugged and kissed Will and they cried in each others arms.

"My new Master is your old platoon leader Joshua Cochran." Will went white.

"Oh, my God, I heard he died. We both got shot up at the same time and they sent me home." cried Will. Josh Cochran walked up with my Master. I fell to my knees to perform the ritual with my Master. I was all ready crying because he arrived at the same time. Wes to the rescue again.

I fell to my knees again in front of Josh Cochran and couldn't kiss his boots I started sobbing so hard. The next thing I knew he was on his knees holding me. Through my tears I kept telling him,

"Master Cochran, I'm so sorry. I'm so ashamed. I'm so fucking ashamed. I failed you, Sir! Oh God, Master Cochran, I failed you. Forgive me, please. Oh God, I beg you to forgive me. I hurt inside so bad, Master Cochran. It hurts!"

The fucking gut wrenching pain came back. It was the worst pain I've experienced in my life. From the bottom of my gut there was this pit that opened that was trying to swallow my soul. I felt for a minute it just might.

I could see his handsome masculine face that day I cauterized his wound. Even though I shot him up with morphine and gave him a joint of killer weed he was still in agony. In the field you learned to improvise. We really didn't have time to do a lot of patching because of the sheer number of wounded.

You did what you could and some you just had to leave behind. Cauterizing a wound in the field was hard because you had no source of heat to sear the flesh. Some guys took to smoking cigars as a last stop measure to cauterize small areas. Trouble was the blood would most times put out the stogie.

I complained to a buddy of mine who sent me a small, thick plastic disk about the size of a fifty cent piece with concentric circles running around one side. He explained that it was a miniature 'Fresnel Lens' that concentrated the sun's rays to several thousand degrees centigrade almost instantly.

It would start a fire in a solid block of wood in seconds. I kept it on my dog tags constantly for just such an occasion. I could aim the beam and watch as the heat cauterized the flesh just to the point of ceasing the blood flow. I basically cooked his flesh around the area. It worked fast and was efficient. It got to where many field corpsmen wore them. Before I started he asked my name.

"Rabbit, Sir, Ber'Rabbit!"

"No, Son, your real name."

"Beau, Sir."

"Beau, kiss me! That's an order, Son!" I kissed him on the cheek.

"Don't be afraid, Son,....to get through this together I need your love right now so Goddamn it, Beau, kiss me!" I kissed that beautiful man like he would be the last man I ever kissed on this Earth. I let him know in that kiss I was going to hurt him beyond anything he could imagine. Tears were coming to my eyes and his to. We stopped and I was embarrassed.

"Don't be embarrassed, Son,...I ordered you to do it! Anyone give's you any shit or says anything bad you tell them I forced you. And buy the way, Beau,...thanks."

As I held the lens he knew what I was doing and the pain in that area of his body made it excruciating. He never once cried out. He never even winced. I thought he was going into shock. He wasn't. I wanted to scream for him. I wanted to hit him to make him scream.

I hated what I was having to do to this big, beautiful man. I hated him for not screaming. I hated me for having to cook the flesh of his body while his cock lay limp and dying by the minute in the pocket of my field jacket. Still, I burned to stop the bleeding. Tears came to my eyes and clouded my vision as I was working.

He saw me in pain. He saw me wipe away the tears so I could see what I was doing. The tears wouldn't stop coming. The big son of a bitch reached out and gently placed his hand on my shoulder to calm me. He moved it behind my head to rub me and gently squeeze the back of my neck.

Lt. Cochran spoke slightly above a whisper, "It's horrible, Beau, but it happened. You're saving my life. Be strong for me, Brother. Be strong for both of us. Save my life, Beau. I can live without a cock." I immediately pulled myself together and finished. I didn't have time to indulge my soul in grieving nor the luxury of tears.

He was the strong one. He will always be the greatest hero of my life. What can you say of any man that could endure such pain and reach out to another in distress. Christ was reported to have done so on the cross. Joshua Cochran did it in the stinking jungles of Vietnam.

For his simple act of courage I loved him then and the love I still felt for him today came pouring out of every pore of my body. I will carry the love and honor I have for that man every day of my life. I would gladly hang every fucking medal I have around his neck to show my respect.

"Beau! Beau! Beau! My Sweet Baby, Brother. It wasn't your fault. You did what you could. They damn near court marshaled your ass for saving me and you're asking my forgiveness? What's wrong with this picture, Beau? It was their fault for not caring and you couldn't make them care.

The nurses told me the trouble you got yourself into for me. I'm so grateful just to be alive, my Brother. I wouldn't be alive if it weren't for you, Beau. You got yourself into a mess of trouble trying to get even one of those ass hole doctors to at least try to re-attach my dick.

The nurses showed me the reg's, Son. They spoke in revered whispers, repeated to me every word and name you called those fucking doctors. You not only were a hero to me but those nurses idolized you. They knew the minute they got a patient from the field if you were the one to take care of the man.

They whispered your name in reverence behind the backs of those doctors. You were a pain in the doctors ass's but the nurses loved you. When I read those fuckin' field reg's I couldn't believe it. Fighting for my country, my ass." He exclaimed with tears streaming down his handsome face.

"You were the only one of my fucking, fellow countrymen that fought for me or ever gave a shit about me and for that, I will be eternally grateful." He cried as hard as I did or harder. Breed was crying, Will took Josh's hand and Josh pulled him and Breed into our small circle. Blaine came up and Chief who just arrived. We were all crying our hearts out. Josh recognized Will and hugged him next. He spoke to Will.

"You're the only person out of my Platoon I ever cared to see again and here you are. How can that be? Blaine, Chief? Beau, Breed? Will, and Breed told me Cowboy is a member of your family? What's going on here?"

"We may have an explanation for you and Breed a little later when you have a chance to unwind." said Master Earl.

We continued to cry and hold each other. There was not a dry eye in the house. Master Zack was behind Will and me, with his arms around us. My Master, Master Jim, Big Beryl, Bull, Charlie, Sarge and Titus were all surrounding us, enveloping us with their arms and love.

It was one of the most emotional, powerful moments of my life and I was determined to get rid of the hurt. The pain in my gut kept twisting around like it was caught in the wheel of a bike. You couldn't get it loose and knew at any moment you were going to die.

At that moment I didn't care, I only knew I could find release in Joshua Cochran's big loving, forgiving arms and I was going to take advantage of it. I couldn't keep doing this to myself. I couldn't keep living with the pain. I suddenly realized my fear of him was because he embodied the horror of those years. I carried a part of him around with me. I had no peace, no resolution of the dominant to the tonic, because that part of him had no resolution.

I very well could have died from that pain it hurt so badly. I finally grabbed my gut and fell into a fetal position with Josh still holding me. Soothing me. Everyone had a hand on us to heal and add their flow of love and understanding into all of us. It was working.

I saw the empty faces of hundreds of beautiful young men of all colors and backgrounds pass before my mind and knew I was saying goodbye to each of them once more for the final time and ask that they please, please say a prayer for me because I just ain't that good and need all the fucking help I can get. Please forgive me, I just couldn't keep them alive anymore. It was just too much. I had to let go. I had to let go to live. I started saying out loud,

"I have to let go. I have to let go of you. I can't keep you alive anymore. I have to go on. Please let me go. I loved you all but please, please let me go."

They all gave me the thumbs up, a heartbreaking warm smile and waved goodbye as they turned and walked away, en mass. They were going. They were good men. Everyone more beautiful than the next. The pride of a generation. The seed of tomorrow, stilled. They didn't want to see me suffer any more.

They loved me. They loved me for being there for them in their final moments and only wanted me know they loved and appreciated me for caring. I watched them walk into the mist and I was alone. Alone. I couldn't see another face. They were gone. I was alone. I was free.

My stomach stopped hurting. I stopped crying. I looked up into the tear stained face of Josh Cochran and kissed him gently on the lips. He kissed me back. Then he held me tight and rocked me back and forth in his big arms.

"Thank God, it's over for you, Beau. I felt the moment you let go. Let them go, Beau! They're at peace. You be at peace. Let them sleep now. Leave them to their rest."

Part III ~ And He Shall Be Made Whole

We collected ourselves and I asked the Dungeon Master if I could have a stiff drink. He said he'd get it for me. He asked Zack for anything with vodka. A double shot. Everyone else had a drink, too, except Will. I wouldn't let him drink while taking medication. He wasn't disappointed.

I saw Master Earl ask Master Zack where I would be staying the night. He brought a couple of my things he wanted to leave for me. He told me later he wasn't coming until tomorrow morning to let Zack have a comfortable evening with me but Wes told him to come and bring the 'Baby.' He planned to keep a low profile.

I told him his timing couldn't be more perfect and I would let Master Zack know I was totally his for tonight. Zack showed him to his bed room where I would be staying. I went to him.

"Master Zack?"

"What, my handsome slave" He watched my dick get hard.

"I see I still got it, Kid." He laughed.

"You always will, Master Zack. You keep calling me 'slave' the way you do and I'm butter on you toast." We both laughed again.

"Now what did you need, slave?"

"Could I have your permission to take Breed and Blaine into your bedroom and lock the door for a few minutes. I think you know why."

"I sure do. Of course, Son. I'll tell anybody that tries to go in there that it's occupied. Go for it, slave, and God bless. By the way you sneaky so'n so, he's for me, isn't he?"

"Who, Master Zack?" I couldn't help but smile.

"Slave, I'm gonna' take my belt to you right in front of these folks."

"But, Master Zack, that's not the studded one." I whimpered.

"You damn well know, who."

"Why, Master Zack, do you think I'd bring him to tempt you?" I smiled real big. I couldn't lie to the man. "Yes, Master Zack, he's your's, if you want him. Get to know him. Talk to the Dungeon Master. Will is his slave. Well, really, the family's slave. Will doesn't know you're the Master he's intended for but he thinks you're the most handsome man he's ever laid eyes on. I couldn't help but agree with him, the kid has damn good taste." Master Zack roared with laughter.

"You won't believe the story we have to tell you about his rescue." I Added.

"Yes, I would believe anything you told me, slave. I swear to,...well, you know." Blaine came by to check on me and I whispered in his ear to bring Breed to the first bedroom. Make sure you get his Master's approval and make up any lame excuse. Just you, me and Breed. He knew why I wanted him and just said, "Gotcha'!" Then winked.

I went to Master Zack's bedroom and there in my bag my Master placed the styrofoam box. Blaine brought Breed, who was now naked with a new collar and looked great.

"Lock the door, Blaine, I have Master Zack's permission." Blaine locked the door.

"Breed you look hotter as a slave than you did a Master."

"I second that, you handsome dog." said Blaine. He just smiled from ear to ear.

"Sit on the bed for a minute. I have a present for you like no present you have ever received nor will ever receive again." Breed sat and Blaine sat as close to him as he could. I got the box.

"Sorry, Sweetheart, we didn't have time to gift wrap it. Be very careful opening it because it's priceless."

"What did you guys get me?" He was so excited. He slowly untied the ribbons holding the two pieces together and slowly parted the two halves. It didn't hit him for a minute until he lifted it out of the box and held it to the light.

"It isn't...?" I slowly nodded my head and smiled.

"I've carried it around with me for years. I cast it into a larger block of acrylic but a friend of mine's dad carved it into it's present shape. What do you think? Do you think it would upset him too much to get it back?"

"Oh, hell, no. You don't know what a strong man he is. He would love to know you cared enough to do this."

Yoshie and I drilled a small hole in the back end of it. We carefully counter sunk a smaller hole and screwed in a small eye hook. We tied a leather thong so if any one wanted to use it as a dildo they could shove it in all the way and retrieve it easily.

"Do you think I could wear it?" Breed asked.

"Have you cleaned out."

"Yes, I did before we left home. He sometime lets someone fuck me for his pleasure."

"We'll insert it for you but you can't give it to him with out the people that love you both present. Promise me!" Breed promised.

"Wear it around for a while and enjoy your secret. It will come to me how to break the idea to him I managed to save it. We'll see his reaction. Then we can go from there."

Breed hit the position and we found some KY in Master Zack's night stand, lubricated his ass and inserted it really well. Breed took it like a trooper and didn't even complain when I seated it. There was just enough of the leather thong sticking out not to be visible.

"Damn, I knew I picked the right man. He feels so damn good up there I just may not give it to him." He laughed. "How can I thank you guys?"

"Just make damn sure we're all there."

"I will! Sounds hot to me as well." We left the bedroom and went back into the living room. He rejoined his Master. Master Zack gave me a questioning look.

"He's wearing it." I said softly to him. He smiled real big and nodded.

"Perfect." He said. Blaine and I made the rounds and told everyone. Breed told me Josh wasn't shy about being nude in front of people. He did it all the time. They managed to save his testicles. Breed says he could suck on those all night. Later Josh and Breed joined the rest of us in the larger hot pool. The pool was full all around.

Bull, Charlie, Sarge, Titus, my two Masters. Chief with Will sitting in his lap so he didn't get his bandages wet. Button, Oscar, Billy, Master Beryl, Blaine, Dirk, Allen, Master Zack and Button. No one said a word about Josh's missing dick. They were all so use to Allen, Zane, Blaine, Oscar, Billy and Allen that it was nothing to them.

The fact he chose to be a Master never entered their mind. Josh was pleasant and well met. He had an upbeat sense of humor and readily joined into the conversation. Josh was curious as to what happened to his dick.

"I know you put my cock in your pocket and tried like hell to get those damn doctors to sew it back on. Did they just shit can it?"

"If I tell you will you keep an open mind?"

"You know it, Bro."

"One of my favorite nurses retrieved it from the trash, put it in a small paper bag, sent me word she wanted to see me, hugged, kissed me and slipped it in my pocket. I took it back to my small room. I was so angry and frustrated I wanted it to have love one last time, and your cock was a nice one.

I pulled two rubbers over it, tied a string to the rubbers, KY'd my ass and shoved it up as far as I could get it. Then I went and fucked the holy hell out of Wes. He told me it was the best fucking I ever gave him and wanted to know what got into me?

I thought to myself, 'Oh Bro, if'n you only knew.'" Josh was laughing his ass off. Then the worst part Josh, I beg your forgiveness, I slept with it up my ass all night long." He laughed again.

"Thanks, Beau, that's a wonderful story." I saw the Dungeon Master wink and smile like 'I told you so.' "That's priceless knowing my dick had one last night of having someone love it. It makes it twice as sweet it was you, Bro. In essence, you're the last man I ever fucked."

"There's more." He looked at me funny. "Remember those monkey pod coffee tables everyone was making in the shop, pouring them with that acrylic plastic."

"Yeah, I made one. My mom's still got it."

"I made a small box about two inches by two inches a little longer than your cock and..."

"You didn't...?"

"I did. I've carried it around for years hoping against hope that I would find you some day."

"My God, where is it, Beau?"

"There's more."

"Tell me for God's sake!"

"The dad of a close friend of mine is an artist at carving acrylic figures and he took the block and carved it to a tolerance of a 1/4 inch all around it. A piece of art made into a dildo with your cock inside."

"My God, Beau, where is it now?"

"Close by, in a safe place." Everyone giggled as I smiled at Breed. He gave me the okay sign behind Josh's back.

"How close is close?" Josh asked, beginning to see that I was toying with him.

"Within reaching distance." Breed was laughing his ass off and so was everyone else.

"May I see it?"

"Sure, but first, you'll have to pull it out of your slave's ass." He smiled like I was yanking his chain and looked at his slave. Breed smiled real big at his Master and slowly nodded his head affirmative.

"That's right, Master, you're fucking me, even as we speak."

"Beau, you clever son of a bitch, come here you ass hole." I jumped into his waiting arms. He hugged, kissed me held me close and started crying again.

"This is too fucking much. You mean to tell me that I'm fucking my slave right now, this very minute?"

"That's right, Master Josh." I said through my tears.

"I'd like to see any other Master here do that." He laughed and every one laughed with him.

"Master, I promised they could watch when you pulled it out. Then would my good Master consider putting it back in his slave for safe keeping. That way you'll always know where it is." Everyone roared with laughter at Breed. He was cute. Josh Cochran started crying again in my arms.

"Beau, you have no idea what this means to me. I not only owe you my life and I will love you the rest of your days or mine,...but this,...Beau, there isn't a medal high enough to pin on you. Talk about above and beyond the call of duty. It is the supreme act of compassion and thoughtfulness, right Gentlemen?" They all agreed with Master Josh.

"Your kiss would be the greatest honor you could give me Master Cochran."

"Not just a kiss, my Sweet man,....the kiss you gave me that day. I'll give it back to you now." Josh took me him his huge arms and started kissing me until I thought I was gonna' pass out. It translated to my soul the joy, the humility, the overwhelming pride he had for me that I thought enough of him to keep a part of his body safe all these years.

Not a word was spoken in the spa. Everyone, felt it was a sacred moment between two men who, hand in hand, walked up to death and smelled the foul odor of his breath yet lived to share this sacred moment. We stopped and he held me for a moment.

"I couldn't have lived through the pain if it wasn't for your love, Beau. That was more important to me than the morphine or pot. You didn't hold back that day. You poured your strength into me because you knew I needed it. No greater love could a man have than to give another man, a fallen comrade, his unconditional love. You are truly a unique human being, Beau and I will love you to my last breath."

"It's only by your strength and help that I was able to let go of so much a while ago. You have repaid me in kind."

"Well, lets go do it, Gentlemen, I want to see my cock again after all these years. I agree with, Beau, it was a nice one."

"Still is, Master!" Breed allowed

We proceeded to Master Zack's dungeon. It was in a basement and was almost as big as the upstairs of the house. Basements in the desert are unusual. It was perfectly equipped with two slings facing each other. One could only imagine why he would have slings in that arrangement. It was painted the usual black.

The floor had large rubber mats over the proper areas of play. There were closed cabinets and open shelves to display some of his collection of toys. There were peg boards with prominently displayed whips, harnesses and various paddles. I thought to myself, 'I hope he brings me down here.'

Master Josh ordered Breed into a sling and Breed hopped in. He threw his legs to the supporting chains on the side. Master Zack handed Josh a clean towel and then Josh saw the two small leather thongs sticking out of Breed's ass.

"This is why you disappeared with Blaine earlier this evening. You're forgiven for misleading me. I don't think I've ever received a nicer present wrapped so uniquely." Everyone laughed. He began to pull on the leather thongs and it popped out into the clean towel. He looked at it for a moment and slowly turned to me.

"You've turned my cock into a work of art. This is fucking beautiful, Beau. He handed it to Breed and lunged for my arms, hugging and kissing me. He started crying again.

"How can I thank you, Beau? What can I say?"

"Just fuck me with it sometime while Breed watches." Everyone laughed.

"You got it, Bro. I remember a story of how the Last Emperor of China's house men were caught stealing and selling the household goods of the Emperor. They cut their dicks and balls off for punishment but gave them back to them in small boxes so they might be buried whole. I wondered about that custom until today.

Now, I know the feeling of having that part of me back. Not only did you save my life, Beau, you've made me whole again. There are no words to express what I'm feeling at this moment. I'm truly blessed to have found you again and I will never, ever let you go."

"Here! Here!" Everyone said. He examined it carefully and shook his head in disbelief.

"My slave has the best idea. It's the safest place to carry it and I'll always know where it is. Pucker up, slave, Daddy's coming home." Everyone laughed with him as he deftly slipped it back into Breed. Breed was grinning from ear to ear.

"This is truly an answer to a wish I made last night with Breed. I told him I wished I still had my cock because it was a nice one and would fuck him good. It's not quite the same sensation but it comes damn close. He's still getting fucked by my cock."

"You feel mighty good too, Dad. Thank you, Master." I was so relieved it turned out well I sought out Master Zack.

Part IV~The Whip Master

"Master Zack could this unworthy slave request you consider something, Sir?"

"Name it, slave."

"This slave needs to have his ass whipped tonight in your dungeon to bring me down to Earth."

"It probably would do us both a world of good. I'll certainly consider your request slave. Let me see what I can do. I think Button may want to stay with Sarge and Titus tonight. Let me ask them if they'll take him for me. He loves to stay with them."

"Do you want an audience slave? A select few? One?"

"You're referring to Will aren't you Master?" He got a grin on his face like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"Well,... yes." said Master Zack.

"Master Zack I will obey you whatever you choose. Do you think it might frighten him?"

"It's what I am, slave. You know that. I don't want another Button. I love him dearly but I can count on one hand the number of times we've ever played down here. If it scares the kid then I don't want him."

"Understandable." I replied thoughtfully.

"I want a slave that can hit the ground running or at least is not afraid for me to train him."

"I don't think you'll have that problem with Will, Master Zack. I get the feeling in your hands you can shape him to be the total slave you need. I've said too much. I don't want to influence you. Could this unworthy slave ask a favor, Master?"

"What is it, slave?"

"If you want him to watch. You be the one to invite him and tell him the truth about some of the things you plan to do. Let him know I requested whipping. Do you see where I'm going with this?"

"Perfectly clear and it make total sense. That way he can understand that I won't hide anything from him and give him a choice."

"Thank you for understanding, Master Zack. If that little shit gets you for a Master he will have one of the finest Master's in this family."

"You're prejudiced slave 'cause you love me."

"I wouldn't deny that in front of my Masters, Sir."

"Let's play it by ear and see how it goes. I'll feel him out, slave." We were alone in the dungeon. He flipped out his beautiful cock and ordered me to suck him off. Damn, he was hot.

"I did all the preliminary love making to his cock and balls and then he gave me permission to take him. I eased him into my mouth and just let it set there for a minute and then gently started sucking on him. Finally, I took one long hit on him and he came. Lots of thick, ropey, good, hot Master come. I sucked and sucked getting it all out of him. Then swallowed my prize. He has a distinct strong masculine flavor unique to him that I could get hooked on.

"Thank you, Master, how'd you know I needed that?"

"'Cause I did. I figured you'd appreciate a little feeding."

"Damn good, Master Zack, thanks again, Sir. This slave is yours for the weekend. I know my Master. He's going to thank you for offering but he's going to send me right back to you."

"I must offer, slave. He's my brother and you're his intended."

"Oh, I'm not saying don't offer, I'm just telling you what I think he'll do. I could be wrong."

"Well , one bridge at a time." Will was sitting on a bar stool having a soda and talking with Bull and Charlie. They became quite fond of Will. Bull was telling him that he and Charlie were straight buddies for years until several weekends ago at Big Beryl's and Blaine's place they decided to get rid of the bitches and live together as Master and slave.

Will was no longer afraid of Bull and told him all about his rescue. I came up behind him and started listening to their conversation. Bull looked up at me.

"You never cease to blow us away kid. What next? How can you top this one? All kidding aside that was pretty fucking moving, Beau."

"I agree!" said Charlie. "I got tears in my eyes several times".

"Me, too, Beau. That was pretty fucking awesome." agreed Will

"Thanks, Sprout. How're you doing? You getting tired? Do you need another pain pill?"

"Maybe before I go to bed. Where am I gonna' stay, Beau? With my Master?"

"Don't know yet. You have any preferences?" Sarge and Titus walked up to talk to Bull and Charlie and they weren't paying attention to our conversation.

"Yeah, I know where I'd like to sleep tonight."

"Tell you what. I'll write who I think you want to sleep with on this piece on paper and then you tell me. If they match, it just may happen. Okay Sprout, I'm ready, shoot!"

"I'd love to sleep in Master Zack's arms but I know you're his slave for the weekend."

"Bingo!" I handed him the piece of paper and he opened it and read "Master Zack."

"But he HAS a slave, Beau, I don't want to be a trouble maker. I wouldn't feel comfortable."

"Why don't you let Master Zack worry about that. After all he is the host Master and I'm his slave for the weekend. You're under my care even if I am a slave and that means you probably will have to stay with me. Would that be okay with you?"

"You bet your ass it would."

"If Master Zack asks you if you would like to watch him work me over tonight would you be frightened. He'll likely use a whip or two on me but keep in mind I asked him to. He's a fine Whip Master who knows how to use a whip and have you begging for more." "Really? Brad use to whip me all the time but he just wanted to hurt me."

"Master Zack would never injure you but you sure as hell would walk away knowing you had the best. He made me come with five licks from an eighteen foot black snake bull whip."

"I'd love to be whipped by someone who knows what they're doing."

"You think you might want to watch him tonight? I think he's going to ask you."

"Really? You don't mind?"

"Of course not. He likes you, Will. You should have seen the look he gave me when he saw your ass sticking out of your chaps. Woah!"

"Oh God, Beau, is the Master you have in mind for me as nice as Master Zack?"

"Not quite but he's a good man, Will."

"I feel funny about Button."

"What if Master Zack made a claim for you to become his second slave. Could you be good to Button?"

"I think so. He seems kind of simple. I don't mean to be cruel."

"No, I know what you mean and you're right, but could you be good to him?"

"To have Master Zack as my Master? I damn sure would think about it."

"Well, let's see how it goes." The night was moving on and people began to retire to their rooms or camp sites. Around the big rocks there were various campfires contained in pits with big rocks around them. Master Zack didn't have to ask Sarge and Titus. Button ran up to his Master and told him,

"Sarge and Titus have asked if I could stay with them tonight. Could I Master? Please."

"Well, let me talk to Sarge and clear it with him." Sarge walked in the house about that time.

"Okay if Button stays with us tonight, Zack?"

"Sure, on your best behavior, young man, understand?"

"Yes, Master Zack, thank you, Sir." He hugged and kissed his Master. Master Zack saw Will sitting at the bar and approached him. He looked him in the eye and said,

"You will stay with Beau and I tonight. I cleared it with your Master and you have to stay with Beau because he's taking care of you. He's my slave tonight. Would you like to be my slave tonight, too, Son?"

"With all my heart, Master Zack. I've never met a man like you. I think Beau has someone else in mind for me but..."

"Tell, Master Zack, Son, you can tell me anything and I'll understand."

"Do you believe in love at first sight, Master Zack?"

"Sure do, firm believer, in fact it happened to me today."

"Me, too, Sir."

"Who did you fall in love with, Son?" Will looked deep into Master Zack's dark brown eyes A tear fell from Will's eye.

"You, Sir." Zack took him gently in his arms and kissed him with the kiss only a Master can give his slave when he is trying to communicate his love and passion.

"Now, do you know who I fell in love with, slave?"

"Me, Sir?"

"Bright Boy, I like that in my slaves."

"What am I gonna' do Master Zack. Beau has someone else in mind for me and you have Button. I don't want to be a trouble maker. I couldn't live with myself."

"Do you think that's something a slave should worry about if a Master tells him he loves him and will make it work. Shouldn't you trust your Master if you love him?"

"Yes, Sir, you're right. Forgive me, Master Zack. I'm five days out of a horrible relationship and I'm still a little gun shy."

"Jesus, Son, that's to be expected but if you truly think you could love me and want to try, lets give it a shot after you begin to heal a little more. I'll ride up for visits and we'll make arrangements with the Dungeon Master for you to spend some time here with me and Button. I wouldn't expect you to make up your mind right away. Three, six, eight months. How ever long it takes to win your heart I'll do it."

"You all ready have my heart, Master Zack." Master Zack gently took Will's leash and led him to his bedroom where I was waiting. I was in the shower cleaning myself and put my leathers on. Master Zack walked in with Will on his leash.

"Will's gonna' stay with us tonight, slave."

"Yes, Master Zack. He should stay close to me. Are you in any pain, Will?"

"It's starting to hurt, Beau. Maybe before I go to sleep. Master Zack would you consider letting me stay here and go to bed. I'm tired and not really feeling all that good right now."

"Sure, slave, I want you to get well quickly. I want to be able to use you as soon as possible. I'm willing to wait, Son." He took Will in his arms and kissed him gently. Will smiled at him.

"Beau, can you give me a pill? I'm starting to hurt pretty bad."

"Sure, Hon! I'll get it for you." I got his pill and gave it too him, he settled down and was asleep before we left for the dungeon.

"You're in love, Master Zack." I accused him, giggling on the way to the dungeon. He practically glowed in the dark.

"You planned it that way, slave."

"Sorry, Sir, it was none of my doing. I just told you something would happen to change your life for the better. The real mover behind this is Wes." I proceeded to tell him the story of Wes coming to me and Blaine the same night in dreams telling us the same thing. If we didn't go to the bar that afternoon a good man would be killed and the queen that kills him would get off scott free.

Wes and Will were good friends in Nam. He wanted better for Will and that was you, he hoped. He told me that anyway. You don't have to worry about Button either. In six to eight months Sarge will approach you to buy Button to become their domestic slave but more than that in reality. They both will become his Masters.

He'll be happier with them because they have each other and are looking for a kid to spoil and train. They're all ready in love with him. If you take Will on as your second slave, even though you both will be good to Button they'll feel like he's being neglected and offer to buy him. Could you let him go?"

"Would you think me terrible if I said yes."

"No, not at all. Everyone knows what you've been through. You did your best. Besides, he knows you're not happy and that hurts. It's better for him if he can be where he can be productive, loved, protected and get spoiled rotten by those two." Master Zack laughed.

"They're two good men. I wouldn't mind giving him up to them if he wants to go." We entered the dungeon and he flipped some switches that made the dungeon into a stage for recreation. The spots and indirect lights added a touch of mystery to his dungeon that said, "A Master dwells herein."

He snapped his fingers for me to kneel in front of him. I did quickly and kissed each of his boots. I found his hand waiting and kissed the back of it and placed it against my forehead. He didn't tell me to rise.

"You've entered my dungeon as my slave tonight. You're my slave for tonight and I will use you as I need. You have no needs in my dungeon, slave, is that understood?" My dick was hard as a rock when I answered him.

"Completely, Master. I have no needs in your dungeon. I am here for your pleasure only, Sir. May you find me worthy, Master."

He didn't tell me to rise. He simply held his palm open and slightly down in front of me. I reached down with my mouth and took my leash which was laying across his boots and put it in his hand. He patted me behind my head like a good boy.

"Rise and follow your Master, slave."

Master Zack was all ready dressed for the dungeon with his cod piece leather pants, a handsome pair of knee high, heavy boots, a beautiful leather vest and his Master's cap. He was stunning. He was hot. He sat me down on a bench and went to his cabinets and brought back a full leather hood.

He put it over my head and fitted it to be comfortable; then laced it tightly up the back. It had snaps near the eyes for an eye piece to cover and cut off his slave's sight.

He led me to a standing stock in the form of a 'T'. My head fit though a slot and my two hands on either side of my head. The other piece closed down over the bottom piece trapping my head and hands. I couldn't get away and was locked with my upper torso bent at the waist slightly and my ass sticking out behind. He secured the hasp on the locking end and locked it with a heavy pad lock.

He chained each of my boots about three feet apart to where I couldn't move my feet .He moved in front of the stocks and brought a sizeable mouth plug to my mouth. I made the proper amount of love to it before he inserted it into my mouth securing it tightly behind my head.

Master Zack left my eye patch open. I could look straight ahead and see myself in a huge mirror he had in front of the stocks. He moved behind me and pulled my balls down tightly several times like he was milking them. When he was satisfied he had them stretched to their limit he snapped a leather parachute looking contraption tight around the loose part of my sack.

It had four small chains that ran from the leather to a 'D' ring hanging underneath. It was tight but not painful. He went to the cabinet and brought back the hottest pair of old heavy duty steel toed high top lineman's boots he wore every day to work, tied them to the 'D' ring and let them swing free hanging from my balls.

That created some pressure on my balls. Not only did it pull downward but the leather part of the parachute contraption pressed in against my balls squeezing them.

Master Zack placed a wide six inch belt around my waist and buckled it tightly from the back. It had a 'D' ring on each side to which he secured chains from the overhead so my butt couldn't drop out of position and I couldn't lower my body to relieve the pressure on my balls. I was secure in the position he wanted me. He checked to make sure my plug was firmly seated.

He didn't talk to me like other Masters when playing in their dungeon's. It added an air of mystery to what he was doing and why. It was flattering in a way, that he felt comfortable enough with me, as a somewhat unseasoned slave, not to require a lot of chit-chat about the why and wherefore of what he was doing.

He picked a long flogging whip from the peg board on the wall. It was about the same size as the one Master Earl used on me when we were first together. The leather strips were about four feet long. Master Zack walked slowly and purposefully behind me and ran his gloved hand over each cheek of my ass as if to get the blood flowing or karma running.. It was a gesture as one might gentle a horse before riding. It did the trick, my old dick was harder than a rock.

He noticed and reached underneath to stroke it a couple of times to let me know he knew I was responding properly. I saw him get a knowing smile on his face as he began to rub the end of his leathered whip over my ass getting me use to the feel of the leather as nothing to fear.

He had no idea how much I needed this, after the emotional day I had had in Josh Cochran's big arms. I thought about Josh and what a hero he had become to me. A man who had a big, fine looking penis, robbed of it in his prime. I don't know if I could've handled it as well as he.

I knew I might face losing mine having decided to become a slave but it was a choice I was willing to make. If I'm sold to a Master that chooses to remove them then I knew that was a possibility when I made my decision. Josh Cochran was not given a choice.

I felt the first blow of Master Zack's whip. It wasn't too hard and felt pretty good. My body jerked a little and I watched as his hot boots bounced as they began to swing to an fro hanging from my balls. They looked hot and were pulling just enough to be uncomfortable.

My ass couldn't go anywhere because of the position he locked me into. He proceeded to give me five pretty good licks with his whip but none too painful. It really felt good and stimulating. Especially when he walked up to my ass and rubbed the sting away with his gloved hand.

The smoothness of his glove on my skin was electric. He still said nothing to me and I was really beginning to get off on his silence. He was going to take from me what he wanted and demanded. I didn't have to know the reason why. He accepted I trusted him enough to make the experience one which would test me to the limit but never beyond. He proceeded to stretch my limit.

Master Zack was great with a whip. The next set of ten were just a bit harder but evenly so. The first ones prepared me for these and I was even getting into making his boots swing real big for him. He didn't say a word but he told me through his whip. Sounds unbelievable? It's not. That man was so good with a whip he could convey emotions.

He took a little longer rubbing my ass this time and checked to see if old Swinger was still hard as a rock. I made his boots swing again for his pleasure and I could see by the pleased smile which crossed his lips he was proud of me. That's all a Master has to do to have a slave eating out of his hand. The slightest gesture or smile to let him know you're proud of him will bind his soul to yours for life. Think I'm kidding? Try it sometime.

Master Zack started his third set of lashes on my ass. These were the stripes that separated the men from the boys. Each one damn near lifted me off my feet. They kept his old boots swinging pretty good the whole time with no coaxing from me.

After the tenth one he slowly walked up to me and just there. I wanted his touch so bad I started to try to find his hand with my ass. That was the only time he spoke to me,

"Here slave, settle down!"

I did as ordered and then felt his wonderful gloved hand rubbing, caressing, kneading and loving the stripes on my ass. He was satisfied, I wanted more.

He knew when to quit. That's why he's the Master and I'm the slave. He confided in me later that a good whip Master always leaves his slave wanting more. I was almost sad when he detached his big boots from my balls. They seemed to float. Ever been roller skating or ice skating, taken your skates off and your feet feel like you're walking on air. That's the way my balls felt. It was a strange but sensual feeling.

Master Zack took me out of the whipping stocks and led me to the sling where he had me kneel. He simply pointed to his cod piece and I knew I was to clean it. I licked and kissed every inch of it and could feel his man cock growing underneath. I got him off a little earlier and now I realized why.

He was ready to fuck his brains out without ejaculating too quickly. He would take his good time, enjoying his slave's fine ass. I was more than ready and willing to give it up to this man.

I didn't stop licking and cleaning his cod piece until it was completely wet and clean. He snapped his fingers and I knew it was time to remove it. I found the snap with my tongue and gently got my teeth around it and pulled it all the way off.

His handsome cock and balls flopped out in front of my waiting lips. He snapped his fingers again and I started making love to it. I kissed his cock and licked the top of it good. He held it up for me to get underneath and do the same for it. I started working on his beautiful low hanging balls.

I sucked, kissed, licked every inch of them and opened my mouth wide enough to let them both drop inside. Talk about a mouth full of man balls. I gently pulled and sucked until he snapped his fingers again and I knew it was time for me to take him. I started taking him in long deep strokes down my throat trying to get as much spit and saliva as possible on it.

I had a feeling he wanted to fuck me. I wasn't wrong. Again he snapped his fingers and pointed to the sling. He was a man of few words but his fingers spoke volumes.

I lay back in the sling to get comfortable. He attached bondage cuffs to each wrist and around the ankle of my boots. He attached them to the chains that held the sling in place. I was effectively bound in the sling. He removed my plug.

Master Zack approached me from the side and from his back pocket produced an eye patch that he snapped into place. I could see nothing; there was only total darkness. No problem, I'd been here many times before but, for some reason, never felt safer than with this man.

Every bone in my body and ounce of my soul told me I was with a good man. He lived by no particular religious creed but by a deep conscious need to be a good human being. He practiced it in everything he did and with all he met. One of God's finest creatures who, by his goodness, his ability to give and show love, was surely a reflection and joy to his Master. I could almost imagine a divine presence that said:

"This is my Son, in whom I am well pleased."

Master Zack took me hard like a Master should always take his slave to establish immediate control of the fuck. He got my attention real quick. Fucking blind was not a new experience but it would be with him. He had never fucked me before and I didn't know his moves. I hoped I was going to give him my best.

He didn't seem to be worried and I shouldn't have been either. He spent the first fifteen or twenty minutes patiently teaching me his strokes. The ones he most preferred and a few odd ball ones here and there for variety. He never said a word. He was able to communicate more with his cock than most men do with their mouths.

Then he let me know we would now began the real man fucking phase of this fuck. He started with some really deep penetrating slow strokes that almost started my body vibrating. I suddenly became aware that his cock felt bigger or longer than anyone's I'd ever been with and he was considerably smaller. How was this possible?

I knew he wasn't wearing a prosthesis. The old saying: It's what you do with it that counts, has a picture of Master Zack underneath as an example. His dick felt like I was being fucked by a telephone post. It was an almost unbelievable sexual talent he man possessed.

I laughed at my green eyed envy of the lucky little man laying in Master Zack's bed, fast asleep, who was going to experience this feeling hundreds of times in his life. I knew I would crawl back to this man for years, no matter who his mate was, and on bended knee, beg him to fuck me one more time.

I have for years and still do on occasion, and he's never lost it. I just tell Will,

"Out of that sling, little brother, your older brother has an itch that only your Master can scratch. Sit and watch, play solitaire, bring him a beer, whatever but I need your Master to use me for a little while to straighten me out."

Will has always been willing to share his beautiful Master. He fucked me with such controlled abandon that I had little trouble meeting each thrust. He taught me well. I could feel the way he was fucking me he was more than pleased with my performance. He radiated pride through his dick and my soul drank directly from the source.

I knew his moment of glory was near. I felt his cock screaming in my ass for relief. He was fucking me so hard he finally wore my muscle out and then like so many others took the best part of my ass that he fucked so hard to earn. That good part way down deep past my soul to root and fuck and know his dick made a new home for itself.

He unloaded into me his gift; I became the vessel for his sacred seed. I was indeed proud and honored to have a part of this masculine man's body remain inside of me to be absorbed and thus an essence of him would be joined with my body and spirit for life.

He collapsed on top of me, spent. He didn't allow me to come, he ordered me not to. It was less an order than it was a strong demanding statement telling me what I would or would not do. His tone of voice told me there was no choice.

"You will not come, slave!" I didn't. I worked hard to milk him with my ass to get the rest of his come out of him, he moaned in pleasure and allowed his slave to get the rest. He finally pulled out of me and told me to relax he was going upstairs to check on Will.

He left me bound in the sling, helpless. I had no option but to hang around and wait for him. He returned in a few minutes and chuckled as he told me Will was in dream land.

He was quiet again. I was still bound in the sling. My arms and boots firmly secure to the chains. He began to apply lubricant to my ass. He had put on a pair of heavy duty, black rubber gloves and they felt cool against my ass. He kept pushing lubricant in my ass and opening it up.

I had no idea what he planned. Perhaps a large dildo. I could only guess. He became relentless in his adding more lubricant to my ass and stretching my muscle and lower canal. He was way past playing around with the fingers thing and was now working his hand into my anal track to the point of the high point of his whole hand. It now dawned on me he was going to insert his hand in my ass.

A calm came over me. I never had a fist in my ass before but if I trusted anyone to pop that cherry it would be Master Zack. He kept working my ass and I kept relaxing more and more. He sensed I was going into a self imposed alpha state and knew he didn't have long to wait until my muscle dilated.

Soon, his hand would slip through the tunnel and my body would welcome his fist into my butt. At one point I felt I couldn't and wouldn't be able to accept him but I had faith in him he would sense that. I knew him well enough to know he was not out to hurt nor damage anyone. For that reason he had not only become proficient in his sexual play he had become expert.

There was a trust conveyed in his silence. A strength that told me he would take me there as soon as I gave my full trust over to him. I was trying. He knew I finally had to resign my body and soul to him for him to take that short plunge down that dark corridor.

He kept his relentless movement to relax the muscle to dilate it. The more persistent he was the more I relaxed and felt myself going under his spell. I found myself pushing down on his hand to beg him for more. He stopped and placed his other hand on my stomach and spoke gently but firmly to me.

"I will do the fisting here. Your job is to relax and accept me as inevitable. I will get my fist in your ass tonight. I will not hurt you. It will be one of the finest experiences of your life."

He returned to his silence and I stopped working my ass. He resumed his stretching of my ass muscle. I did exactly as he told me and found myself mentally going deeper into the alpha state. My dimmed consciousness begging him to take that final walk with his hand down that short tunnel into my room.

He grabbed hold of my cock with his left hand and it became rock hard from the sensuality of his cold rubber glove. I felt him still with his relentless relaxing of my hole. Suddenly, I felt all resistance to my ass muscle give way.

There was no pain, no resistance, not even mild discomfort. I dilated, reached a dream like state of alpha consciousness and realized he was aware of it, too. Then I knew he was going to insert his whole hand, his fist, into my ass.

The was no pain. He dilated my sphincter to the point that hand could moved through the tunnel smoothly. His hand slid deftly and firmly through the tunnel and my muscle closed firmly around his wrist as my body cavity welcomed his balled fist.

My, God, what a feeling! I had one of the most beautiful, naturally masculine man's fist inside my body. I never felt anything as wonderful as this. The combination of stretching my limits with a man I trusted and have him pleased he accomplished this rite of passage for me was a strong emotional experience for me.

Tears came to my eyes from the ecstasy of the feeling. He took two strokes on my dick with his left hand and I couldn't hold it. I started trying to bite his hand off to keep it in my ass as my personal prize. I heard him chuckle as I finished my final volley. He continued to stroke my cock until he drained every bit of come from my excited balls.

He took his hand away from my cock and I could still feel him filling me with his other. He placed his left hand on my stomach and pressed gently, told me to breath deeply and his hand was out of me.

No pain! Nothing! One minute he was filling me and the next I was empty. It truly was an empty feeling. I wanted him back within me. He knew it, too, because he whispered to me,

"I know you want me back in there but that's enough for the first time. I will take you further the next time."

He let me down out of the sling after he re-plugged my butt to keep his seed within me. He held me for a long time and I held him.

"I'm pleased with you tonight, slave. You have pleasured and pleased your Master, you're a good slave. I'm grateful to have this opportunity to welcome you into my world. You know what passes between us is special, a part of you will always be my slave.

You'll never be able to shake that feeling. You don't want too anyway, I know how you feel about me. We'll remain special to each other all our lives. You have become a thing of joy to me that has seen me through some difficult days recently. You honesty and generosity has brought me to my knees. I don't even have to utter the words, you know how I feel about you. What we have goes beyond love, our souls have touched each other."

"No Master could have said those words better Master Zack. They express exactly the way I feel but as your grateful slave this evening I need to say the words: I love you, Master Zack, I always will." He put his hand to the back of my head and pulled me to his strong chest to hold me.

"Come, slave, you will bathe your Master and share his bed tonight. You've earned that right."

The way the man talked to me kept me hard constantly. He still does to this day. In his earthy way he has always accepted me as the slave I've always wanted to be. Others accept me as a slave and treat me as one but he's unique in his total acceptance of me and always made me aware of my place. I love him deeply for that.

Master Zack and I talked quietly in his shower in the dungeon.

"You and Will had a chance to talk this evening, didn't you Master?" He was quiet for a moment then opened.

"Yes, slave, we did." I didn't press. If Master Zack wanted to tell me more he would. I opened the door. "He said he fell in love with me the minute he saw me but he was pained because he thinks you have someone else in mind for him. He's worried about Button which tells me he's conscientious and caring. It may not be an ideal situation for him right now but I think it will be."

"I know, I purposely misled him because I didn't want to influence him or you for that matter. I wanted you to find love for each other on your own. How do you feel, Master?"

"You were right earlier, I'm in love. I haven't even used him yet and I'm in love with him. I told him I fell in love with him at first sight and I did. When I told him, 'Welcome Home' I somehow knew he was home. I don't know how, I just knew.

This will always be his home, here, with me, in my arms, he will become my slave. I plan to speak to the Dungeon Master tomorrow about him. I'll make a claim for him and if I see it may not work out I'll release my claim so he may find happiness with another Master."

"I'll tell him the truth tomorrow morning when we wake up. That way the both of you can hear what I say." I told him.

I toweled him off and we climbed the stairs to his bedroom. He climbed in one side of the bed and me on the other. We tried not to wake the baby but he sensed us in the bed. I kissed him on the cheek and he smiled. He turned so naturally into Master Zack's arm's he looked as if he'd done it for years. Master Zack welcomed him not only with his arms but with his heart.

"Welcome home, Son." Master Zack whispered, then kissed him gently.

End Chapter 26 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2004 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com Visit web site: http://www.asstr.org/~Waddie_Greywolf