Ties That Bind

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

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

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

===================================================== THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf

CHAPTER 27 ~ DESERT PSALMS

It's knowing that your door is always open, And your path is free to walk, That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag, Rolled up and stashed behind your couch. And it's knowing I'm not shackled, By forgotten words and bonds, And the ink stains that have dried upon some line, That keeps you on the backroads, By the rivers of my mem'ry, That keeps you ever gentle on my mind. John Hartford~

Part I ~ Lord Of The Rings

The next morning I awoke with Master Zack and Will talking softly with each other. They were making love, swapping spit and Master Zack was petting Will. They were like two wood doves building a nest conversing with each other about the best sticks, twigs, and twine to use.

They were in love. I lay there for a minute listening to them coo and chortle back and forth. I couldn't make out the words but I knew the melody. It was the song of a Master and slave bonding with each other. Fuck, I could sing the second and third chorus of that song myself. I was beginning to think of myself as the Martha Stewart of nest building. (Without the public stock options, of course! That wouldn't be a really good thing.)

It must have seemed like an emotional roller coaster for young Will. Less than a week ago he was living in a dark, depressing, uncaring, relationship with a sociopath and this morning finds himself in the arms of a good man, with whom, he might spend the rest of his life. It was remarkable at best.

Wes didn't mess around. When he saw a good thing he made it happen. Funny thing was, he was good at it. Look what he did for me and almost everyone around me. Master Earl and I were together unquestioningly because of Wes. I found Blaine, Breed, Cowboy, Will and now Josh because of Wes. Josh opened the door that helped me give up most of the ghosts of Nam.

Chief and I were brought together because of Wes. Chief and I were inseparable. We knew we would always live in close proximity to each other's lives and have for years. I can share the secrets of my soul with Chief and never feel threatened. I rolled over in bed and spoke to them,

"Good morning, Gentlemen!" They said good morning to me. "Is this a private love feast or could any old slave have some?" Will giggled.

"Show that slave a little love, Son." Will rolled over and kissed me gently.

"Gosh, that was sweet. I should be able to make it through the day now. Thanks, Sprout. I have something to tell you, Will." I tried to hide my self disappointment.

"What, Beau?"

"I purposely deceived you about something and the time has come to set it right. I didn't so much deceive you as I allowed you to mislead yourself. Remember the Master I wanted you to meet who you would fall in love with the first time you laid eyes on him?"

"Yes." he said resigned.

"That Master was Master Zack." He looked at Master Zack who smiled and nodded. "I let you believe there was another Master because I didn't want to influence you and Master Zack. If it was meant to be then it would happen. Fortunately, it seems to be working out that way. So will you forgive me for allowing you to think otherwise now that you know my reasons."

"You know it, Bro. You just made me the happiest slave-boy in the world. I can't imagine being worthy enough to gain favor in this man's eyes let alone his love but he assures me I have. I'm not gonna' question fortune. I know I love him and I`d like to become his slave, if possible. Do you think the Dungeon Master would be angry with me?"

"Not in the least, but it will be up to your Master to make arrangements. Not to worry, Master Zack knows what to do, and another thing, Little Brother, I'm green with envy you've landed one of the finest Masters in this or any other family.

Learn all you can from Master Jeb, Chief, the Dungeon Master and even me. Become the best slave you can for this man because you'll be getting the best of Masters."

"Oh, Beau, I do want to become a good slave for Master Zack. He deserves the best. I just hope I can measure up to his expectations. He said I could even keep my bike and ride with him. Isn't that great? I can't thank you enough, Beau." Will started weeping tears of joy in my arms.

"Here, here, Sprout, no cause for tears. Rejoice with your big brother you've found a fine Master. A man who will take care of you and cherish you. A man's man who you may serve with pride and dignity. You can pour the love you have in that damned-up little heart of yours into being his good slave without feeling you're being used.

Well,--- maybe used in a good way. 'Cause knowing Master Zack the way I do, you will be used. That's why you become his property and for that, Little One, I envy you." I laughed and they both laughed with me.

We heard sounds from Master Zack's kitchen. Sounds I recognized well. It was Major General Oscar and staff organizing an assault on brunch for the troops. We went through a wonderful raise in rank for him several weeks ago and someone found some gold stars we clipped to his collar to show his new status.

We cleared it with Master Bert first, who thought it was a wonderful idea. Oscar was moved to tears his scullery slaves thought enough of him to give him rank in the kitchen. Well, it was either that or "Your Lordship." We had great fun with his Major Domo routine. He was strict, fair, but ran a tight ship.

I excused myself to report for galley duty. I asked if I could bring Master Zack and his new love a cup of coffee? They said 'yes.' I asked Will if he needed another pain pill and he assured me that Master Zack's love was taking the pain away. Neat line, wish I'd thought of it. Damn,^× the kid had a gift.

I walked into the living area and into the kitchen with nothing on; no chaps, vest, boots, only my collar. Major General Oscar and staff stopped dead and looked at me. I was embarrassed.

"What?" I asked.

"My, God, would you look at him, Billy." Oscar walked up to me to hug me.

"Beau, you're stunning. You have come so far with your body development this last month it's incredible."

"Look at those tits," cried Blaine, "enough to die for."

"Will you guys stop it." I laughed at them. I joined in a task assigned to me by the General who took every advantage of his rank to pat butts and tweak a tit from time to time. Then he'd giggle like a school boy. Oscar was great fun. Billy let him shine, he loved his friend.

It was morning around the ranch and people were awakening. We had two urns of coffee going at all times and I found myself in charge of the coffee. Master Josh and Breed came into the house for some coffee. Master Josh looked really hot in his boots and leathers. He was a drop dead, gorgeous man.

He hugged and kissed me and so did Breed. We were beginning to pick up the pieces and put out lives back together a piece at a time. We would forever be bonded to each other and have lived our lives in close proximity ever since.

A couple of late arrivals entered the gates. A big bear of a man and his slave on matched choppers. The bear was completely tattooed from his neck down. There was not an inch of his body that didn't have a tattoo on it except, above the neck, below the ankles, and past the wrist. He left his feet, hands and head tattoo free. Why? It was anyone's guess but his slave assured me he had a reason. His dick and balls were tattooed. Even his ass hole was completely covered with tattoos. He had most of the hair removed from his bear like body to display himself as a living work of art.

He wasn't a good looking man but in his leathers, with all those tattoos, plus he had rings everywhere made him one hell of a sexy man. He had an enormous bone through his nose that made him look like a mean savage. He could be when he wanted to be but most of the time had the soul and sweet personality of a choir boy. He and his slave were from Palm Springs and were being considered by the family for membership. They ultimately did become two of the finest members of the family. He was called the Ring Master and his Tattoo and Piercing Shop in Palm Springs was appropriately called, "Lord Of The Rings."

His slave's name was Trent. His slave was a bit younger, shorter, more stocky, but built like a fire plug. His Master tattooed him and ringed him on most of his body. He has so many rings you could hang a shower curtain from his head alone. The Ring Master was his unquestioned Master. His slave wouldn't dare question it. Why should he? Trent was in charge. He did all the scheduling and most of the set up for his Master to work and catered to him like he was a God. It was obvious to everyone Trent was a take charge kind a guy. If you wanted something of the Ring Master you went to Trent.

You could tell it wasn't just a job with him, Trent worshiped the big man, saw to his needs, bragged about him, and was the Ring Master's number one cheering section. The Ring Master would have been lost without Trent. He would've folded up like a telescope.

It worked for them and was charming in a way. When Trent took his clothes off as slaves did in our family, he had a huge ring through his cock that really turned me on. He had a good size ring through his nose and both tits had two rings each.

The Dungeon Master and Master Earl came out to welcome them and introduce them around to the other Masters and slaves. His slave was on his knees receiving all the Masters and all the family slaves lined up to give the Ring Master their respect. I was last in line. I knelt in front of him and went through the ritual. He told me to rise.

We hugged and kissed. He was a fine bear of a man. He held me at arms length and gently took one of my tits in his fingers.

"This the slave,--- Dungeon Master,--- Master Earl?"

"Yes, Ring Master. What do you think?"

"Sweet, juicy, tender, ripe! Turn around slowly, slave." he ordered me and I complied. When I got back around to face him he took my cock and balls in his big hands and pushed back my foreskin.

"Well," he said, "I wouldn't wait if I were you. I'd have him ringed as soon as possible."

"Could you do it today, Ring Master?" My two Masters asked.

"Sure, a slave this ripe will be a pleasure." They turned and walked away leaving me standing like a side of beef on a loading dock. They were discussing the size of my rings and the piercings they wanted. I heard Master Earl say something about a ring though his nose and old swinger got hard immediately.

Master Earl nudged the Dungeon Master and brought my boner to the attention of the Ring Master. After more giggling, whispering, and lecherous side glances it seemed unanimous, there would definitely be a septum piercing.

"Private or public?" asked the Ring Master. Master Earl and the Dungeon Master got their heads together and walked back to me.

"We decided to leave that decision up to you, slave. Do you want to be ringed in private, one or two people or anyone who wants to observe."

"I want anyone in the family who wants to watch to be there. How often does a slave get ringed? I want my family there."

"We knew you'd say that. We just wanted to give you the choice."

"Certainly, Masters, anyone in our family, of course!"

"Good then, if the three of us can go somewhere private I can show you the rings I brought and we can agree on a price."

"Fine, Ring Master, this way please." My two Masters led him to the room they stayed in last night and he carried his brief case with him. I guess they made a satisfactory agreement 'cause they were shaking hands as they came down the stairs.

The Ring Master told them what he needed in the way of an area to work. It was decided I would be ringed about five o'clock that afternoon in Master Zack's dungeon. He had lots of bright spots for direct lighting and it was cool enough down there with the air conditioning for everyone. Master Zack had a height adjustable massage table which was padded and covered in black leather. It had a black leather pillow that fit perfectly at the head and tied to the sides so it wouldn't slip or fall off. I noticed the Dungeon Master on the phone several times and then talking to Chief and Blaine. I saw Chief and Blaine take off in Chief's Truck.

I didn't think anything about it until a couple hours went by and they weren't back. I asked the Dungeon Master where they went. He said they ran into town to get some stuff for dinner and should be back soon. I didn't think anymore about it but I was getting worried because I wanted them there when I got ringed. It was five o'clock and everyone was gathering in Master Zack's dungeon.

Chief and Blaine weren't back yet. The Dungeon Master ordered me into the dungeon. I ask him to consider waiting a few more minutes but he wouldn't hear of it. Finally, as I was descending the stairs I heard someone shout they just entered the gates. I felt relieved.

Chief and Blaine were important to me and this was a special occasion. In some ways getting 'ringed' was more important to me than my slave ceremony. To me it became the symbol of my two Masters total acceptance of their control over me and my life.

The Ring Master was set up for me and Trent laid out his equipment on a small table to the side of the table I was laying on. My family gathered around. Some were standing on chairs so they could see over the heads of others. Someone was taking polaroids.

"Do you wish to strap this slave down or will he be all right as he is?"

"No, Sir, he'll be fine. He won't move if ordered not to and he knows he has that order."

"Fine then, for reinforcement to insure no movement, two Masters will hold his ankles and two other Masters will each take a hand above his head."

I couldn't see above my head but I put my arms up over my head and someone on each side took a hand. I felt a tingle go through my body from the rough hand on my right side. A hand I held many times before. The Ring Master saw a tear run down my cheek.

"Are you that frightened slave?" he asked firmly but concerned.

"Not a bit, Sir."

"Then why the tears, slave?"

"Because the person holding my right hand thought enough of me to be here." There were whispers that ran though my family, then some nervous laughter.

"How do you know who it is, slave?"

"The electricity in his body flowing into mine. The love with which he's holding my hand. The thoughts that he's projecting to me at this moment of pride, love, wonder, faith, hope, goodness and happiness."

"Then tell me slave who do you think it is?"

"The Master who owns me."

"You're wrong, slave, it isn't the Dungeon Master."

"No, Ringmaster, he's correct, it is his other training Master with whom this slave originally contracted to become a slave. This slave, until sold, is owned jointly by me and Master Jeb." The Dungeon Master explained.

"The Ring Master was stunned and looked at Master Earl and the Dungeon Master who were smiling as Master Jeb came around, hugged and kissed me. Chief and Blaine drove all the way back to Mt. Washington to bring him out for the night.

He wanted to be here for this special occasion. He of all people knew how important this moment was to me. He made a special effort to be a part of if for me, and I lost it. It was the greatest gesture of love I received for sometime. I wouldn't let him go I was so glad he was there to hold my hand.

"Thank you so much for coming, Master, it means so much to me."

"I knew it would, Son, that's why I'm here. I'm feeling better and had two very persuasive young men talk me into it. I'm glad I could be here. You know how I feel about you, Beaver." He hadn't called me that in a while. It was his special name for me.

I pulled myself together and he moved back to the corner of the table where I could tilt my head and look into his eyes. Two pools of crystal clear, calm deep blue water. His eyes, too ,were a bit misty. I felt a big clamp pinch my left tit tight, tighter, then tighter until the clamp was locked into place

"Are you ready, slave?"

"I am now that my Master is here, Sir, holding my hand."

"This will hurt like a motherfucker for only a second, Son." I felt him do a final swab with a pain killer or antiseptic, then I felt the needle began, the pressure, then the pain. Damn nation! He was right, it hurt like a motherfucker. He pushed on through, inserted the ring, clamped it shut, unlocked the piercing clamp, and my left tit was ringed. He repeated the same with the right tit. It hurt too. Damn, did it hurt! My tits were now ringed and everyone applauded. Two down and two to go.

The Ring Master grabbed hold of the septum of my nose with his thumb and forefinger after swabbing it with Betadine solution. He wiggled the area he wanted with his fingers and pulled hard and down. With a syringe in his other hand I felt a pin prick in the inside of my nose. It stung for only a moment as the pain killer in the syringe deadened everything as he moved further into the meatus of the fleshy part of my septum.

"We'll let that take effect while we ring your dick slave. You'll hardly feel a thing when I ring your dick, ain't too many nerve endings in that area. You must be a pretty special slave to have your Masters choose such a large ring for you to start with. A number two gage is usually not done with beginners. They must have faith you can handle it."

I didn't say anything. My nose was going numb. It felt strange because I couldn't feel a thing. I felt the Ring Master handling my dick and skinning back the foreskin. I made sure I was really clean before we came to the dungeon.

He took a couple of strips of surgical tape and taped my foreskin back on my cock so it wouldn't get in his way. I felt him swab everything with a cool antiseptic and some kind of deadening solution. He took a swab and inserted it into my urethra with the same two solutions. It kind of deaden the interior of my dick.

I felt him inserting a tube up my piss hole that began to be a bit uncomfortable but not too bad. The next thing I knew I felt a slight pressure and waited for the pain. He looked at me and smiled.

"Didn't even flinch, slave! Done! You're cock is ringed." I raised my head slightly and damn there was this huge silver ring through my dick. It was hot but I couldn't feel it. Maybe it was the deadening stuff. The Ring Master told me to close my eyes and I did. Master Jeb was holding my hand with such pride and love I was in heaven. I was so proud he was with me.

I felt I missed so much other slaves had with him. I wasn't complaining because the Dungeon Master had done one hell of a job training me. I did have Master Jeb's constant support and encouragement. I could go to him at anytime day or night. His door was always open to me.

When he wasn't feeling well I would just sit with him and even that brought a deep bonding between us. With my eyes closed I felt the Ring Master grab the same area of my nose again and he asked me,

"Do you feel that, slave?"

"Feel what, Sir?"

"That's the answer I was looking for, slave." He had a cork in his left hand and the piercing needle in the right. I had my eyes closed but could feel slight pressure, him wiping something, more pressure, something cool and a snapping sound.

"You can open you eyes, slave, your nose is ringed. I couldn't see it but could feel it laying against my upper lip. Damn, it was a hot feeling and old swinger got roaring hard for the folks. They laughed as they applauded. They all came around, hugged and kiss me. It was a wonderful evening.

The Ring master wouldn't let me get up right away. He wanted me to lay there for a few minutes to make sure I wasn't going to pass out. I felt fine. A bit heavier with all the metal but fine. He warned me to stay as far away as possible from the nearest cyclotron.

It was the first time I understood the feeling of being another man's property. My Masters picked the rings 'they' wanted me to wear. I had no choice in the matter. That made me truly understand that from now on my life would be decided for me. It made me feel like a slave, like I was owned by two fine men. I was Master Jeb's and the Dungeon Master's personal property. Soon, to belong to Officer Earl D. Shaw and become his property.

I had one more weekend of visitation and my family would not be there for that. A visit with the man they called Master Bear or Captain Fantastic. What would he be like, I wondered? I would be on my own, my family and friends that loved and sheltered me thus far wouldn't be there.

I would be on my own. Maybe he won't like me? Maybe he won't want a slave that was ringed? They finally let me up and Master Jeb, Master Earl, Master Zack and the Dungeon Master led me to a full length mirror in the dungeon.

There, looking back was a handsome well built slave with four of the hottest rings in him I had ever seen. I was wowed at the sight, especially the ring through my nose. Old swinger began to climb again much to the amusement of the four Masters. I couldn't help it, it looked hot and I felt like a fucking slave.

It was something I'd been looking forward to for some time. No one waves a magic wand over you, chant a few magic words and 'poof', you're a slave. It comes by degrees, subtle things from day to day, then you wake one morning and realize someone has owned you for several years. You can't be sure how long it's been? Then it hits you, you really are a slave.

"We have a little present for you, slave. The four of us pitched in and bought this for this occasion." spoke Master Zack for the four Masters.

They handed me a small gift wrapped package. I opened it and there was a nice case inside. I opened the case and there was a beautiful gold chain with a small gold clip on one end and a tag on the other end that had only the first names of the four Masters engraved on it: Jeb, Jim, Earl, and Zack..

On the back it had today's date, the date of my piercing. It was beautiful and I asked Master Jeb if he would put it on me. He gently clipped it to my nose ring and pulled gently on it to get my attention. My old dick got so hard I thought I was going to shoot right there.

The chain was about two feet long and made of fairly heavy links. Master Zack was given the honor of leading me out of the dungeon. It worked perfectly and certainly made me follow quickly. My dick couldn't have been any harder.

Everyone 'ooed' and 'aawwed' when Master Zack led me in for dinner by my nose leash. Everyone was gathered around a huge cake with one candle on it. It had my name written in the icing. Slave Beau, Little Beaver, Bull Dog Butch the Leather Fairy Killer.

I was touched. Pictures were being taken. I blew out the one candle. The cake was set aside for after dinner. We sat down to a great meal prepared by General Oscar and his staff. We had a great time. Will came over to sit by me and leaned in to my ear to speak quietly.

"Do you have any idea how hot you look with those rings?"

"Yes, Sprout, they let me look in the dungeon mirror before they gave me my nose leash. I couldn't believe it was the same person looking back that was there an hour before."

"You're not the same person, Beau. Something wonderful has happened to you tonight. You glow, like you're radioactive or something. You have this red and orange halo around you that's mixed with some purples and golds,...lots a' Golds."

"Wait a minute, you can see my aura?"

"Yeah, I can see everyone's aura."

"Uuuhhh, Chief, can you see an aura around me tonight?"

"Faintly, reds, purples and golds."

"Well," said Will, "It ain't faint to me, I see it plain as day, it's really bright." Chief came around to listen as did Master Jeb, Earl, Zack, Bull, and the Dungeon Master.

"Do you see anyone else with an aura in the room, Will?" asked Chief.

"Yeah, everyone has one. Some are brighter than others depending on what's going on in there lives at the moment. Master Bull's has a lot of reds and oranges and purples, too. He's in love."

"Shut up, Kid!" Bull playfully grabbed Will and put his hand over his mouth to stifle him. "We don't want Charlie to hear that?"

"You're a little late, Master Bull, he all ready knows," Will said laughing, "His aura flows back and forth with yours. He's deeply in love with you, too. I thought everyone could see auras, you mean you guys can't?"

"I can sometime, Will, but it's a gift some people have that others don't. Sometimes it means a person has latent healing gifts they may not be aware of." said Chief.

"Well, I'm aware of mine, Chief."

"Have you ever healed someone?" Chief asked Will.

"Yeah, my dog one time but no one believed me. I healed myself and a buddy after Nam. I'm working on myself right now. My ribs are growing back together and most of the pain has gone away. It's gonna' take me at least another week to heal my arm and then they can take the cast off. I can heal Beau's piercings almost over night. Well, maybe two nights. You want me to, Beau?"

"Sure, Sprout, If it won't take too much out of you. What do I do?"

"Take my hand." I took his smaller hand and felt a slight shock.

"You jumped, you felt that didn't you?"

"Static electricity? Yeah, I felt it."

"Wasn't static electricity, Beau. Close your eyes. Now, think of a peaceful place and I'm going to touch you where you've been pierced." I closed my eyes and felt his small hand touch each spot. I felt radiation from his hand into my tits and cock.

My nose was still pretty dead but it tingled all over, so much so I had to sneeze. The stinging in my tit piercings was gone. There was no pain in my nose or my dick. I never had any further pain from any of them. They healed completely in two days.

Earlier that evening Allen burned himself in the kitchen helping with dinner and was still in some pain. He took a pot to the sink to pour the liquid off and the steam shot out and burned his arm. I asked Will if he could heal Allen or stop the pain?

"Sure, I can blow fire way."

"You can what?" Master Jeb asked Will.

"I can blow the pain of fire away from a person. My grandmother taught me how to do it. Come here, Allen, let me see you arm?" Allen showed him his arm and it was bright red from the burn. Will rubbed it gently with his finger tips and then blew lightly on the area twice.

"There, it's gone." Allen got this funny look on his face and looked at me, Chief and Master Jeb.

"It's gone." Was all he said "I can't believe it, it's gone!" It never returned and Allen healed in about three days. He grabbed Will, hugged and kissed him thanking him for taking the pain away. He ran to show his Master.

Will hadn't said anything about this gift before because he was so unassuming it never came up until the auras. He wanted to know if I thought Master Zack would ring him. I told him I would bet my last dollar on it. He was happy with my answer. He couldn't wait to be ringed. He was healing almost by the minute. I could see a definite change in the way he moved. He wasn't nearly as sore.

I saw things going through Master Jeb's mind. I wondered about the same things and talked to Will. I told him how sick Master Jeb was. He simply told me he knew. He found out what was wrong with him the first night he held him for so long. He told me he had all ready started healing Master Jeb; otherwise, he wouldn't have been here this evening. He needed him to lay naked under his hands one evening when we got back but he was on his way to recovery.

"It's easy to heal folks I love. It's a bit harder if I don't care about them. I thought I could heal Brad but I couldn't, he was too angry. Some folks don't want to give up their sickness, it's all they have. Your doctor friend is gonna' shit when he gets the x-rays back on Monday."

"Why's that, Sprout?"

"They'll be back together. "

"You mean they'll be starting to mend?"

"No, they'll be together, healed." I started to question him and then caught myself. I looked deep into his bright blue intelligent, sensitive eyes and understood.

"I believe you, Will. I saw what you did for Allen and I know you did something for me. I believe you, Sprout."

"Oh Good, Beau, it's always easier to heal someone if they believe in me. Master Jeb does, too. He's been feeling better ever since I came to stay with you guys. I've held him for a few minutes everyday and he's coming along nicely.

Another week and a half and he'll be almost back to normal but he has to lay under my hands one evening. Master Jeb was listening to all this and told him he would take his clothes off for Will anytime he wanted.

"It has nothing to do with healing, Master Jeb, I just want to see you naked." he laughed his impish laugh. "No, I'm just kidding, Master Jeb. While that'll be a treat, I truly do need you to do that. That is, if you'd like my help?" Will said not wanting to push.

"Son, I've seen some pretty remarkable things happen in the last three months with your big brother. You saw what he did in the dungeon a while ago. He knew about your situation before it happened and intervened. So, I'm a believer. If you can do anything for me you'll have my appreciation for life.

I was gonna' add 'love' but hell you all ready got that. I do feel better, enough to come here this afternoon, be with my family and enjoy the evening. If you're responsible, and I have a strong feeling you are, then I thank you and I love you for helping me." Will ran to Master Jeb and they hugged each other.

"Most people don't realize how healing a hug can be from another person; especially from someone that loves us." said Will.

I never thought of that but our family is pretty healthy and we do one hell of a lot of hugging and kissing, why not?

"Did you help me yesterday when I was in such pain?" I asked Will.

"I was there if you needed me but you did that yourself with Josh Cochran's help. He doesn't know it yet but he has a great healing gift. He'll learn about it from you and me." replied Will, "You were ready to give up the pain, you knew you couldn't go on bearing the guilt, and you intuitively understood Master Josh had the power to help you heal.

You used his strength to find the courage to let go. You knew what you were doing. Master Josh opened a door and you walked through. You'll still have pangs from time to time but nothing like you've had in the past. It'll be much more manageable.

It's not bad to remember the pain so you won't allow yourself to return. Hopefully, you won't allow it to happen again so other young man won't have to go through what we did. Do you think Breed would get mad if I asked Master Josh to hold me for about thirty minutes while they're here?"

"Gosh no, Sprout, especially if we tell him the truth."

"Master Josh is strong. If he allows me to tap his strength I can speed my healing ten fold."

"Well, hell, let's ask him." I replied. Will made a lot of sense in everything he said. He wasn't boastful or a wise ass. He just told what he knew to be true. The young man had talents we never dreamed of.

Master Zack had his Aunt's antique upright piano in a large storage shed covered by a canvas tarp. That afternoon we hear the sounds of Bach coming from the storeroom. We crept to the door and there was Will ripping off the second Bach Partita. Not just playing at it, playing it well.

He was so engrossed in the music he was oblivious to everyone gathering around to listen. Master Zack couldn't close his mouth for an hour. Needless to say the piano got moved into the house and later that evening Will played for his new family. Unbelievable shit! The family went nuts, everyone was all over him.

Bull wouldn't let him out of his sight. Master Jeb just shook his head and added this to his other witnessed wonders. I wondered to myself if Brad even knew the talents this kid possessed? Will told me later, on the way back, that Brad never knew he could play.

Part II ~ A Man For All Seasons

Master Zack approached the Dungeon Master and Master Jeb as they were sitting together in the small spa in the pool. He joined them. The Dungeon Master winked at his old friend Jeb and spoke,

"Something on your mind, Brother Zack?'

"Could be, Dungeon Master, Master Jeb." smiled Zack sheepishly knowing the two men were way ahead of him.

"What da' ya' think of our new boy, Zack?"

"I really don't know how to answer that question, Gentlemen. I know you're gonna' think I'm weird or drunk when I tell you I've dreamed of having this young man as my slave. The strangest part is, I dreamed about him before I ever met him. I never realized why I felt like I'd known him somewhere, someplace before, sort of like deja vu, until I listened to him play this evening. Then it struck me, this is the slave whom I have loved for years in my dreams. With your permission, I'd very much like to talk to you about him, if I may?"

"Shoot friend, you know we love you."

"Do you have plans for him? Will he going on the market or will he be available for claim and transfer of ownership?" The Dungeon Master looked at Jeb and they both smiled.

"It's been discussed among us, Zack. Due to the circumstances he came to us some power somewhere saw to it the two of you met. We wanted to see what would happen. No one told you the details but we'll share them with you after you're together for a while. They are remarkable.

We'd like to see you have him if you want him. If you decide you don't then he will be trained by Chief and me and put on the market."

"I would love to have him for my slave, Gentlemen. What are your conditions?"

"We'll consider this conversation your declaration of claim. You can submit a formal claim before we go back if you wish and he will have to sign he has acknowledged your claim. You know the drill, if at anytime during our waiting period you decide to change your mind, or we determine it's not going to be beneficial for both, we'll talk about it.

You can give up your claim and we'll sell him after training. Time period, we're looking at six months. Three for training and a cushion of three more because of the trauma he's been through. You don't want a rebound slave. We want to make sure it's the right thing for both. We do expect a minimal charge of $200 per month for training and maintenance due monthly."

"I except your terms, Gentlemen, I'll submit my formal claim tomorrow afternoon before you return. I'll sign whatever maintenance contract you have for me. With your permission, I'll make an informal claim for him before the family tomorrow afternoon right after Bull and Charlie's bonding ceremony."

"You have our blessing Zack and may you find happiness with this slave." Master Jeb told him. Zack sat there for a minute, wiped away his tears and then shook their hands.

"Gees, the steam from this hot water really gets in your eyes, doesn't it, Gentlemen?" They smiled at him and the Dungeon Master replied,

"You know, I was just saying the same thing to Jeb right before you walked up." He winked at Zack. The three Masters laughed together. Will's future had been decided with a handshake. It was the best thing to ever happened to the kid.

They never asked Zack about Button. They cared but they knew Zack could handle two slaves. Besides they had enough faith in their slave's foretelling of the future that they knew Button would be well taken care of. He clung to Sarge and Titus ever since they arrived. If Zack wanted Button he looked for Sarge and Titus.

Master Zack found Button playing with Titus and told him he needed him for a few minutes. Button didn't seem to mind stopping his play and tagged dutifully along behind his Master. Zack led him between the two biggest boulders on the back of the property. There was a flat ledge half way up the biggest rock he and Button patiently chipped steps out of the big rock to get to.

The ledge became their favorite place to come in the late evening because it faced due west. They carried lumber up to the ledge and built a nice bench to sit on to watch the Sun set and the stars come out. Button nestled snugly in his Master's strong arms.

They spent many, many evenings there. They climbed the steps again this evening. Zack didn't know if he could do it. He didn't know if he could tell Button he was considering taking another slave. Love can be hard to share. He didn't want to betray Button's love. Button was simple but he was kind and loving. He wouldn't hurt anyone.

Zack rescued him from a horrible situation of abuse. Button's step father allowed Button to live with him as a foster child after Button's mother died as long as Button put out sexually. He was a huge man and physically hurt Button in the sex act. In fact that was his biggest turn on to sex with the kid was to hurt him.

Zack tried and tried but couldn't get Button over the fear of sex enough to enjoy it. He loved Zack deeply but Button knew he wasn't what his Master needed. They sat there on the bench together. Zack pulled Button close to him to watch the sun go down. He got tears in his eyes because he couldn't get past the deep love he felt for this boy and knew he couldn't tell him what he brought him there for.

He just sighed deeply and resigned himself to enjoying another sunset with his love in his arms. He would tell Will and the Dungeon Master tomorrow he meant no harm but he couldn't go through with it. He knew Will would be hurt but he'd get over it. He was young and there was enough good Masters within the family who would love to have a treasure like him.

Zack's big heart was breaking as he pulled Button closer to ward off the chill of the encroaching night. They saw the first star. A meteor flashed across the red-orange sky. Zack was swallowing hard to hold back his tears of disappointment in not having the courage nor the strength to tell Button his decision.

Button moved his head up to kiss his Master and found his waiting lips. Zack kissed him passionately. Button seemed satisfied the world was as it should be. He turned his head slightly to the side and spoke to Zack.

"I love you, Master."

"I love you, too, my beautiful slave-boy."

"I know you do, I worried a long time for nothing. You'll always love me, that's who you are."

"You're right, Sweetheart."

"I can't go on, Master Zack, knowing you're unhappy."

"I'm not unhappy, Scamp, why do you say that?"

"I know I ain't real bright, Master Zack, but I know things. I have feelings. You have feelings. I've lived with you now for almost five years. I've gotten to know you pretty well. I love you so much for what you've done for me but I know I may never be the slave you need. I also know you would never force me to be that either. You accept and love me for who I am. Would you consider a request, Master?"

"I will consider any request you make of me, slave."

"Take Will as your second slave, Master Zack. I know you love him and he loves you. I'm not worried you'll love him more than me. You will love us differently. In some ways, I'll have a part of you he will never have and I'll gladly give him the part of you I can't make happy. Please consider my request, Master Zack, I think it would mean a lot to us. I know Will would be good to me."

Zack lost it and started sobbing hard with Button in his arms. The tears running down his face and onto Button's. Button held his Master tight. He knew why he was crying and let him go with it.

"I love you so much Button. I always will. I brought you up here this evening to tell you that but I couldn't bring myself to do it. I couldn't watch the hurt in your eyes if you thought I might not love you anymore so I decided not to. Now, here you are, once more, being the strong one between us. Giving to me, wanting to see me happy, you see more than all of us give you credit for."

"Well, I didn't just fall off the turnip truck." he said, doing his best Sarge impression complete with imaginary cigar punctuations. It was right on and Zack fell out laughing.

"Good one, love, damn good, you've got him down pat." he laughed again and hugged Button. "You sure that's what you want for us?" He asked Button quietly.

"I'm sure, Master Zack. I've never been more sure of anything in my life, except the night you told me to pack my things and be standing by the curb. I'll never forget that night and the love I have for you today because of it. I owe you my life, Master Zack. Why should I deny you happiness. You will always be my Master." They held each other and cried in each other's arms until it was all out.

Zack never had a talk like this with Button before. Button never opened up to him like he did that evening. Button began to grow up. He crossed the threshold, took the hardest step, from being a young selfish child to a caring, thoughtful, giving adult.

His Master taught him to love; to open his heart and think of others. When he did he found it was returned to him ten fold. That night Zack reaped the rewards of five years of talking to Button about love, life and what it should mean to all people.

Love doesn't start with somebody else doing the right thing. It doesn't start while waiting for somebody else to show love to others. It starts with us, here, now.

Button witnessed his Master perform countless random acts of kindness or thoughtfulness for others; many times complete strangers. When Button asked him why a stranger, he replied,

"He's not a stranger anymore, is he?"

That's the kind of man Zack was. He didn't do things for praise from others. Most of the time they were done anonymously. He did them because he truly thought it was the right thing do and because he had a good heart.

Zack's Master smiled down on him that evening and said,

"Here, take this opportunity from my hand. I give you this happiness, my Son, because you've earned it. Take this new slave to be your own to love, protect, encourage and cherish that you both may grow, with my blessing. You have found favor in my eyes. You have pleased me. I'm damn proud of you, Son. "

The Sun went down and the canopy of stars was magnificent. Each one came out to witness the greater love between two men. The Milkey Way, the many campfires of souls on their way to better hunting grounds as they make their way across the heavens toward their final home; directed, as we all are, by unseen forces.

They stood and Zack took Button in his arms. The Master kissed his slave gently and held him against the chill of the night.

"You're right, Sweetheart, I'll always be your Master. I'm proud of you, Son."

Master Zack and his slave walked arm in arm back through the big rocks, though the yard, into the house. Will saw their auras passing back and forth with each other and knew that it was good. Zack would be his new Master.

Part III ~ Joshua Cochran, A Balm in Gilliad

The big sheet cake was being cut and passed around. I got a piece for each of my Masters. I was so proud of my new rings I sported an erection all evening in front of the family.

I was a little embarrassed but, what the hell, there was nothing I could do about it. The damn rings were going to take some getting use, too. I was secretly hoping I would never get use to them. My family laughed and kidded me in good fun. Charlie said something funny about me and my obvious excitement over my new rings.

"Think it's funny, huh, slave? We'll see how excited you get, tomorrow. The Ring Master's doing you tomorrow after our ceremony." Charlie's mouth dropped open. Then he smiled like he'd hit the jackpot in Vegas.

"Are you kidding, Master?"

"Ask the Ring Master. The rings are paid for and I have a receipt for his services tomorrow afternoon." Bull pulled the receipt out of his pocket to flash at his slave. Charlie threw his arms around Bull and kissed him hard.

"Thank you, Master, I love you, Master Bull."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Bull said, trying to be a hard ass. He just couldn't quite pull it off, he loved Charlie too much. He leaned over to Charlie and spoke sotto voce,

"Let's not let this get around, okay, but I think you're pretty special, too, sweet slave." Then he kissed Charlie behind the ear. "Why else would I bother to have you ringed. You're getting the nose one too just in case you were wondering. I've always wanted to lead you around by the nose, now's my chance."

I got the last laugh when Charlie walked around the rest of the evening with a boner. The family really razzed him good.

Master Zack called me over and told me to go to my two Masters for tonight. I didn't question his order I just went to my Maters and told them Master Zack had sent me to be with them for the evening. The Dungeon Master smiled at Master Earl.

"You wanna' take this one Earl or you want me to."

"Please, Dungeon Master, be my guest."

"Go back to your Master for the weekend and tell him, while we appreciated his thoughtfulness and generosity, we must decline. You're his responsibility for the weekend, with our blessings. We are here as family; besides, you have to take care of Will and we couldn't pry him away from Zack with a crowbar."

They roared with laughter at the Dungeon Masters joke. I returned and related to Master Zack exactly the words my Masters had told me. He laughed and gave them the, okay, thumbs up sign. All the Master's were throwing their clothes off and everyone headed for one of the spas.

Will was with me and didn't bother about his bandages anymore. He didn't care whether he got them wet or not. He just wanted to enjoy the hot water like everyone else. We got in next to Josh and Breed in the big spa between the rocks.

"I hear you think I have the power to heal, young man?" Josh engaged Will.

"Not a 'power', Master Josh, a gift." Will replied humbly.

"Well, when you stop to think about it, there is a difference. Especially in the way you approach it. You think I can help you?"

"I know you can, Master Josh." Everyone was watching intently.

"I'm willing to give it a shot, Son, what do I have to do?"

"If Breed doesn't mind, Sir, could you put your arms around me and just hold me for about thirty minutes?"

"My slave doesn't mind, do you, slave?"

"No, Sir, I don't mind at all. I'd like to see what happens." Breed allowed.

"Come here, little one, and let me hold you. If I could heal you after what you've been through, I'd be happy."

"I knew you'd say that, Master Josh, that's the kind of man you are. You're really a lucky slave, Breed." Will moved easily into Josh's big arms. Josh held him close and kissed him behind the ear. Suddenly, Josh got a funny look on his face. He looked down at Will. He looked at us sitting around in the tub. He looked at his slave.

"You guy's feel that?"

"Feel what?" We asked Josh.

"That energy flow around us. Are you doing that, Will?"

"No, Sir, Master Josh, you are. You haven't experienced it quite this way before and you don't now how to control it. You'll learn. I'll help you. Beau will help you. You're very powerful. Right now, I'm taking what I need but I can't take all your energy at once. That's why you feel the excess around you. You're generating it but I have to send some of it back because you're just too damn strong."

"That's the weirdest damn thing I've ever felt in my life. Well, the second weirdest. After I lost my dick I'd wake up in the hospital with a roaring hard-on. I'd feel down there thinking somehow it might have grown back in the night. It hadn't but yet, I could feel it hard.

The Nurses told me it was something they called phantom limb syndrome. A guy loses an arm or any part of his body and can still feel it sometime for years later. He can even feel it itch and want to scratch it." Everyone shook their heads wondering what the poor man must have gone through.

"You're much stronger than I am, Master Josh. More than double my gift."

"Are you serious, Will?"

"You feel it don't you, Master?"

"I sure as hell feel something. Well, let me hold you and let's see if together we can heal you." Will relaxed in Josh's arms. Josh seemed to be getting into the idea that maybe he could heal someone. Whether he could or not it was a lovely thought.

"If this is true, if I really do have a gift to heal people, why me?" Master Josh asked rhetorically.

"Did you ask that question when you lost you dick that day, Master Josh?"

"Hundreds of times, Bro, but..."

"God saw something was taken away and he gave you something of equal value, maybe greater value, depending on the way you want to accept and use it." Josh Cochran was visibly stunned by the honest no nonsense words coming from this small man he was holding.

Will had been in Josh's platoon. Josh wanted to fuck Will's little bubble butt in the worst way in Nam but it was too dangerous to try. Josh tried to get to know Will as best he could but he was an Officer and Will was a non-com grunt. Still, Josh always felt he and Will had unspoken things in common. Will was the only man in his platoon he admired or would've ever wanted to see again after Nam. Here he was holding this remarkably accomplished little man. Josh was moved and touched by his simple, no nonsense, approach to life. To Will, there were no grey areas. It was black or white. It either was or it wasn't. Life either had to make sense or why bother?

"Could you teach me to use this gift, Will?"

"Not by myself, Master Josh; however, Beau and I can together." Me? Why me? Will looked at me and smiled a smile I saw earlier in the day in the bedroom and he spoke directly to me.

"Exactly! Why not you, Beau?" I almost drowned in the hot tub. Chief and Master Zack had to pull me up.

"How could that kid,...oh, fuck it, I give up. Just learn to accept strange things in your life, Beau. They're happening at an increasing pace. I'm not ready for the little green men in saucers yet but who knows? That could be next. I only hope their anal probe is a really big one. I'd hate to go through that humiliation without some fun." I thought to myself.

Will asked Josh Cochran if he would help him with Master Jeb. Could he and Breed come for an evening and between the six of us, Chief, me, Will, Josh, Breed and the Dungeon Master, Will felt certain we could heal him completely.

Josh made Will a deal. Josh would call tomorrow evening and talk to nurse Beau for a progress report and if it was positive they would ride up to Mt. Washington whenever Will needed them. Will thought that was a wonderful idea.

Josh continued to hold Will for a long while. Partly because of Will's need and partly because Josh found Will intelligent, warm, witty, and lovable. He didn't want to let him go. He and Breed were enjoying his conversation and company. The little man was a charmer. Bull couldn't stand it any more and ordered Will over into his lap.

He and Charlie talked with Will. Will felt Master Bull get a roaring hard on while sitting on his lap but didn't say a word. He knew it was a normal reaction. He was also a bit flattered. He told me later he couldn't understand why he was so frightened of Bull when he first knelt to pay homage to Bull's boots. He now knew Bull to be a gruff but intelligently charming, big man. He just looked meaner than a sack full of bob cats. Maybe that was it.

The evening was coming to an end and people were beginning to leave or retire to their camp sites. Sarge and Titus asked if Button could stay with them again and Master Zack gave his approval. Zack was getting tired from the days activities.

He had another full day to see to his guests and coordinate everything. So far, he had done an exceptional job and the entire family was impressed with his efforts as host. Master Zack, Will and I headed for the house and his bedroom.

We saw to Will and I gave him another pain pill. I don't think he really needed it but it seemed to help him relax. That seemed to be the important thing for the moment. Will assured me that with, the family's love, Master Zack's love, and Master Josh's help he would be further along in his healing than he originally planned. He seemed so sure of himself, I was convinced there was no doubt in his mind.

We got him settled and Master Zack once again led me to his dungeon. He told me he would have liked to take me in the bedroom but since Will was with us we'd use the dungeon.

He had a large bed in the dungeon covered with a leather hide. I helped him off with his leathers and we made love. He was different from the night before. He took me like a slave but fucked me like a lover instead of a Master; although, he never left any doubt as to who was in charge.

It was a given when you were with the Whip Master, he was always the Master in charge. He fucked me like he hadn't had sex in months. He gave me permission to come after he got his and I took full advantage. We lay there together with him still inside me making love and talking. He pulled out and I cleaned him with my mouth.

Master Zack wanted to talk for a while and I lay there in his arms listening to his afternoon with Button and the remarkable talk they had.

"I've got you to thank for his opening up to me, slave." allowed Master Zack.

"When I did what I did I had no idea that it would have that results. I didn't plan it that way. I just wanted to do something nice for two people I admired."

"What ever reason, slave, I will always be grateful and have told your Masters as well. You are one lucky slave to have those two fine men to serve."

"You're right but I haven't quite figured that one out yet, Master Zack. I thought I was going to be Master Earl's total slave and now he tells me that I will be slave to both him and the Dungeon Master. Don't get me wrong, I love them both and will serve them with equal enthusiasm."

"Most slave's would kill to be in your position, slave. Be thankful you have two men who have bonded as brothers and are willing to share you. They certainly have been generous with you and me. They knew we needed something from each other to get us through a difficult period. I, for one, am grateful. I've needed what you brought me and generously laid at my feet this last few weeks and am grateful to you as well. Well hell, slave, you know how I feel about you."

"I do, Master Zack, and I claim as much guilt here as you. There's something you have that I've needed in the worst way and you've unselfishly given to me. I should be the one to be grateful and I am, to you and them."

"Come, slave, bathe your Master and lets go take care of the 'baby' slave. How is it possible I've fallen head over heals in love with that little shit in two days? If Wes planned this he couldn't have picked a better one for me if I'd tried myself."

We headed for his shower. I bathed him and toweled him off. I loved doing that for him. He just expected it as his due and I gave it with all my heart. It was indeed his due and I loved doing these small things for him. He used me like a slave and not as a love object.

At that time in my life it was important and I don't know if I could have explained that to my two Masters. They were sometimes blinded by their love for me when all I really wanted was to serve and please them, to feel needed in simple ways. It would be in my journal, for damn sure.

I told Master Zack that secret, kneeling at his feet, toweling them dry. I asked him to please consider never stopping to use me this way as it was one of the most important elements of our relationship. I asked him to consider not losing sight of these simple things because of his love for his new slave. It's in these simple acts that he will come to love and cherish you above all others. Master Zack looked thoughtful and then agreed.

"I wouldn't allow Button to do these small things for me because of what he went through with his step- father. Perhaps I should have. Now that you've impressed on me the importance of such acts, I won't make the same mistake with young Will. I won't let my love for him blind me to the fact that he's my slave, for my pleasure and service.

I'll train him to take care of me as you've done so willingly. It's a lesson for both of us. I can feel the joy it brings you to serve me. A Master needs these things from his slave as well. I forgot how wonderful and encouraging it is to have a good slave do these small things for me until you and I got together the first time.

I've missed these little things and didn't remember how good they could make a Master and salve feel. That's the thing we share in common, your need to be treated like the slave you are and want to be, and me to be treated as the Master I am and is my due." He pulled me up to him and kissed me passionately. "There is always room in a Master's heart to show his slave appreciation." He was so right.

We didn't spend as much time in the dungeon as the night before. Will didn't wake this time when we crawled in bed but, like a magnet, he rolled into Master Zack's waiting arms. Master Zack got this funny smile on his face and kissed him good night before I turned out the light.

Part IV ~ Whither Thou Goest

Bull slid into Charlie's butt a long deep stroke with his big cock. This was Charlie's third fucking in less that eight hours. Bull couldn't get enough of Charlie's ass after that first afternoon in the barn. He liked to lay with Charlie and fuck him slow, deep and gentle for hours at a time.

Bull would stop, they'd talk for a while with Bull planted deeply up Charlie's butt. Charlie would tease Bull by milking Bull's big dick with his ass once in a while. Bull would go nuts and have to slam another couple of hard, deep, strokes into Charlie's butt. He accused Charlie of milking him only to get to ride him a couple more times. Charlie told him he 'weren't' no fool.

They talked and swapped spit. Bull even came to like making love to Charlie. After Bull once jumped the fence with Cowboy a couple of nights on the Russian River he new he wouldn't have any problem making love to anther man. Hell, he didn't like all that huggin' and kissing from the old ladies; however, after the third or fourth boffo fuck Charlie gave him, Bull couldn't get enough of that either.

Now, he didn't think about it. It just seemed like the thing to do. He never had such a responsive sexual partner in any of the broads he fucked all those year. He fucked a passel of them, too. Bull never wanted to lay for hours fucking and making love to one of them. They were for crawling on, sticking it in, and getting his rocks off. If they got theirs while he was, good for them, because he sure wasn't about to help them if they didn't.

Charlie's fears began to vanish when he started to realize how deeply Bull was enjoying sex with him and Bull could get it into Charlie pretty damn deep. It went beyond an animal sexual attraction to almost an addiction. Bull had to have Charlie's ass at least once and most times twice a day.

Unknown to Bull, Charlie wasn't a virgin to a man's cock. He didn't start with a man that had an average size dick. He started from the top. The same weekend Cowboy was getting the b'jesus fucked out of him by Bull, Charlie was putting out for Big Beryl. He approached Beryl and told him he wanted to try because he was in love with Bull and wanted to know what it felt like to get fucked by a man with a large dick.

Beryl didn't laugh at Charlie but told him what to go by at the drug store to clean himself good so he didn't get hurt. He gave Charlie detailed instructions and patiently waited for him. When Charlie was satisfied he was completely clean Beryl took over. Charlie took all of Beryl the first time and after Beryl satisfied them both, Charlie insisted Beryl fuck him twice more that night. The same thing occurred the next night. It was all Charlie's doing and Big Beryl didn't try to sway him one way or another.

"Master Bull?"

"Yeah, slave?"

"I want to be honest with you going into this relationship. It means more to me than I can put into words so being your honest slave you can trust there should be no secrets."

"Fair enough. Is this show and tell time?" Bull joked.

"Sort of. I ain't a virgin to men, Master."

"You never said you were. I never asked but it isn't that important. Since we're laying our cards on the table, neither am I. Cowboy took me by the hand that weekend on the Russian River. You have him to thank for me finally having the courage to seriously ask you to let me in your ass. Something happened to you that weekend. You were a lot different towards me after that weekend and allowed me to get closer to you." Charlie started laughing, clamped his ass down hard on Bull's dick and pushed his ass to the base. He hugged Bull to him and laid his head on Bull's broad chest.

"Son of a bitch! The old man got your cherry." Bull almost fell off the bed laughing. "Son of a fuck'n bitch! We both jumped the fence big time that weekend and here it is almost three years later..."

"We've wasted a lot of time, Sir, and it's all been my fault. I should've let you know how I felt earlier but I was so afraid of losing you. Having you for a straight buddy was better than not having you at all."

"Well, that's one I won't let you accept the guilt for alone. Cowboy talked to me like a Dutch uncle. He was the first one to tell me you were in love with me. He wanted to see us together. I haven't told you but they arrived last night for our ceremony. All of them came."

Charlie couldn't get enough of Bull's big dick up his butt. He realized in the barn that living without Bull's dick in his ass was not an option and he was willing to pay the price to get it. When he agreed to be Bull's slave he never looked back.

The adjustment for a womanizing, hell raiser like Charlie wasn't easy. On top of that to accept the role of slave to Bull made him bite his tongue more than once. He and Bull had some wild ass times in the past. Charlie couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in love with Bull.

Bull admitted he wanted to get into Charlie's ass from the first time they met. They'd get drunk and Bull would pull Charlie up to him, feel down to grab his tight ass and tell him,

"Some night, Charlie. Some night, I'm gonna' get me a piece of that ass."

"You don't want my ass, Bull, you'd never go back to those dogs you sleep with." Charlie would reply, then they would roar with laughter. They loved each other even then. They wasted all those years playing two, macho, find 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em outlaw bikers. Now Bull and Charlie were making up for lost time. They were men in their early forties and acting like two kids in their teens who just discovered sex and each other. They wanted it all, right now.

Bull didn't get off that easy. Charlie made him pay.

"I told you, Stud, you'd never go back to those dogs."

Charlie would bark at Bull like a big junk yard dog. Bull would laugh, grab Charlie and force his big dick up his butt just for pay backs. Some pay backs, Charlie loved it. Some of the best sex he got from Bull were those good, hard, dry ass fuckings. His ass would be sore for two days afterward but he'd smile every time it hurt. He'd laugh and think about what Beau told him in the sling that afternoon, "It'll hurt so good."

Charlie thought he'd never understand that but he learned. Bull kept something hurting on Charlie most of the time. Charlie never complained. He had a man whom he loved for years and he wasn't about to jeopardize it. He loved Bull with every ounce of his being; from the breadth and height his soul could reach. Bull stopped his fucking for a moment to look Charlie in the eyes.

"You looking forward to tomorrow, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"I want you to know I don't take a ceremony like this lightly. Once we complete the ceremony you will be ringed as my slave for life. You still sure you want to go though with it?"

"I'm sure, Master."

"Well, tell me now if you have the slightest doubt, 'cause that's the way it's gonna' be if you go through it tomorrow. You'll sign my contract and the family will have a copy. If anything should happen to me you won't be a free man. You'll become a slave to the family. I won't release your bond as a slave upon my death. If you become a slave to me, it's with the knowledge you'll live out your life as a slave. You'll be my slave for life; however, if anything should happen to me you will become the family's property and at the Dungeon Master's discretion sold to another Master. I'm convinced you need a Master, Charlie, whether it be me or another good man. Right now, you need me and I sure as hell won't deny I need you."

"I have no other choice, Master, I love you. To have you I know you require this of me. I'm not asking you to consider another way. I'm just telling you, I love you enough I want to spend my life as your slave. I'm willing to become a slave to be with you even if it means being a slave my entire life. If we only have tomorrow it still would be worth it."

Bull kissed Charlie gently while getting in a couple more good strokes. He rolled over on top of Charlie and fucked him hard and savage to shoot his third load for the day deep into his slave's gut. He decided to allow Charlie to come this evening in celebration of tomorrow. He didn't allow him to the first couple of fucks and now Charlie was ready and primed. He shot so hard it flew over his head and hit the wall with a 'splat'. Bull laughed and was thankful it wasn't his eye.

We awoke the next morning and talked between ourselves, Master Zack, Will and I. Master Zack was coaching Will on the proper response when he made his claim for him later today in front of the family. Will said he thought he could remember with no problem. Then Will asked if I would remove his bandages this morning.

"Absolutely not, Young Man. I told those doctors I would take care you. How's that gonna' look if I take you in tomorrow and I've removed your bandages. They're gonna' think I'm not a very responsible person to let you talk me into something like that. I don't care if you think you are completely healed. If they decide they can come off then they can take them off."

"Beau's right, Son, I won't let you take them off either. That's you first order, slave, from your new Master. You leave those bandages on until the doctors check you out, understand?"

"Yes, Master Zack, I'll obey."

"That's my good slave. Now, let's go in and see what's going on." A lot of people were up all ready and General Oscar and staff were busy in the kitchen. I reported for galley duty and was put on the coffee detail once more.

I no sooner got one urn ready to go than the other ran out. Damn, those folks could drink some coffee. Allen and all the kitchen staff were agog over my rings. Especially my nose ring. Funny thing was, they were almost completely healed.

"Do they hurt?" asked Charlie.

"Not a bit.' I replied, "After you have your's done today ask Will to heal the wounds and they won't hurt, I promise. He's unbelievable, look at Allen's arm this morning." Allen raised his arm for Charlie to see and was amazed that almost all the redness was gone and there was no pain.

"Will your Master's make you wear the nose ring in public?" Charlie asked.

"I hope so, maybe not, I don't know. Whatever they want is fine with me." I replied trying not to have any preference.

"You'll wear it if I have any influence as head of this family." said Big Beryl, "You look damn hot with that ring. In fact Blaine may get one today, too."

Blaine was standing in the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at me, rolled his eyes, winked, smiled real big and shrugged his shoulders. The big surprise of the morning was when Big Dirk walked into the room for coffee. He had an enormous ring through his nose. The Ring Master had just put it in for him. Allen almost fainted, then ran to his Master and hugged him.

"Damn, that looks hot, Dad!" Allen told him.

"Well, everyone says you lead me around like a bull with a ring through my nose so I thought we may as well add some truth to it." He bellowed with laughter. He did look hot with that ring through his nose, just like a big old bull.

I ate brunch with my four Masters and Master Josh, Breed and Will. Will was fidgeting. His bandages itched and his cast itched. Everyone in the Family had signed his cast.

"Too bad," he commented sadly, "'cause it comes off tomorrow."

"Now, Will, you don't know that." I told him. trying to play the devils advocate.

"If I'm healed, why leave the cast on?" He had a point but maybe the pair of docs would see it differently or perhaps they just might see a paradox. I didn't know whether Yoshie and Sam were going to be able to make it. Yoshie's schedule was pretty hectic.

It was two o'clock and everyone began to gather for Bull and Charlie's ceremony. Bull wrote the ceremony and only told Charlie the parts that he was to respond to and the words he was to say. He wanted the rest to be a surprise to Charlie. He razzed Charlie telling him he was going to do everything from public castration to making him take his piss in front of the family and a couple of worse things.

Charlie sensed most of it was good natured fun but there was an element of doubt that kept him wondering, not really knowing what to expect. His Master has a romantic side that Charlie didn't realize at the time. They were so impressed with the Dungeon Master's handling of my slave ceremony they asked him to officiate and for Big Beryl to give the final blessing. They asked the Masters present surround them equally spaced so others could see the ceremony between them.

The Dungeon Master looked hot in his leathers, no shirt and vest. His working out and upper development stopped a few hearts that afternoon, mine included. To know that hunk of man was going to be one of my future Masters made me reconsider my position. Fuck! Master Zack was right, I was a lucky slave.

Bull led Charlie from the upstairs room they were staying in. He led him by his leash and collar. Charlie was nude and Master Bull was wearing his handsome leathers. He looked like a bad ass leather God. They walked into the circle of Masters.

There was a small table behind the Dungeon Master with several items. There were two pads for them to kneel on the ground. Bull snapped his fingers for Charlie to kneel. Charlie obeyed and Bull knelt on the other pad. He looked up to the Dungeon Master and nodded that they were ready.

"Friends, Family, Guest, Masters, and slaves," the Dungeon Master began,"we have come together this afternoon to witness the bonding of these two good men as Master and slave. Master Bull and his slave Charlie. Charlie's the one with no clothes in case anybody doesn't know them." Everyone laughed at the Dungeon Master's joke.

"Master Bull, is it your wish to take Charlie as your slave for life?"

"It is my wish, Dungeon Master."

"If he chooses to become your property will you care for him, provide for him and keep him from harms way?

"I will, Dungeon Master."

"Will you love him, forsaking all others through sickness and health?"

"I will, Dungeon Master."

"Will you see to his training to become a contributing member of this family and a slave that may be proud to walk in your shadow?

"I will, Dungeon Master.

The Dungeon Master turned to Charlie.

"Charlie, is it your wish to become Master Bull's slave for life?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it is my wish."

"Have you been threatened, coerced, black mailed or mistreated in any way to force you to make this decision?"

"No, Sir, Dungeon Master, I have not."

"I will ask you twice more, Charlie, do you wish to give yourself into slavery to become Master Bull's total save for life?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, I do so wish."

"Do you realize that by signing Master Bull's contract that you will not only become his slave you will become a slave for the rest of your life? Should anything happen to Bull you will become the property of the family and may be sold to another Master."

"Yes, Dungeon Master, Sir, I do so realize."

"Do you further realize that there are no clauses in his contract to protect you from anything Master Bull may wish to do to alter your body? Do you understand and agree to that?"

"Yes, Dungeon Master, I do understand and agree to sign his contract as is, without clause."

"I'll ask you one final time. Having agreed to these things before your family and friends is it still your wish to become Master Bull's total slave for the rest of your life?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it is with all my heart that I wish to become his total slave for life."

"Have you read Master Bull's contract, Charlie?"

"Yes Sir, Dungeon Master, I have."

"Has it been read to you, gone over with you by a third party, it's ramifications discussed with you and all your concerns satisfied?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it has been read to me and discussed with me at length."

"Who did this for you, Charlie?"

"Master James Redfeather, Dungeon Master."

"Master Redfeather, is this true?"

"It's true, Dungeon Master." Chief answered. I didn't know Chief did this for Charlie. He was fast gaining stature within the family and was well thought of. I was proud of my brother.

"There's still time to reconsider, Charlie. Once you sign your name to Master Bull's contract before God and these witness's, we will continue with the ceremony and you will become Bull's slave for life. Do you still wish to go through with this and become Master Bull's slave?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it is with all my heart, soul and being I so wish."

"Then come forward Charlie and affix your name to Master Bull's contract." Charlie got up with Bull's help and walked to the table. He took the pen and signed his name on the appropriate line on the last page of the document. Bull took the pen and signed his name under Charlie's as Master. They asked Chief, Beryl and Zack to witness their signatures and sign as witness's.

"Will the three witness's please step forward?" Requested the Dungeon Master. They each came forward and signed their names as witnesses.

Bull lead Charlie back to the kneeling pads and snapped his fingers for Charlie to kneel again. Bull knelt facing Charlie. The Dungeon Master continued with the ceremony.

"I don't know how many of you know Bull well? I've gotten to know him pretty well over the last several years and more so these last few weeks. I feel I know him well enough to tell Charlie he has given himself to one of the finest Masters it has been my pleasure to come to know. I'd like to say, what has surprised me about Bull, Charlie may or may not know, is underneath the mean looking, gruff exterior is a powerfully romantic, strongly committed man.

Bull wrote the ceremony you're about to witness and I have but one thing to say about it. It took a man with a big heart and one hell of a lot of love to conceive of this ceremony. The contract on the table behind me is recognized as a binding document by our family. It's enough to bond Charlie to Bull for life. It's Master Bull's guarantee that his slave Charlie will honor his commitment. It's also Charlie's assurance he is now owned by a man who from this day forth he must always refer to as Master.

The simple ceremony you're about to witness is simple but filled with symbolism. This part of the ceremony is for Bull's slave as his commitment to him. There are four objects on the table. I'll describe each and then we'll begin.

There's a three foot, four inch wide silk cloth with nice fringe on the end with Charlie's name embroidered on one end and Bull's name on the other. Bull tells me mom Curuthers out there made it for them. Stand up, Mom." Everyone applauded mom as she stood.

"The second object is a silver chalice. Bull found in a thrift shop for a buck fifty." Everyone laughed. "For this ceremony, it isn't the price of the object, it's what it means."

"The third object is a hunting knife and the fourth object is the Holy Bible."

"We will now begin the ceremony."

Bull knelt in front of Charlie on the pad provided for him. The Dungeon Master handed Bull the hunting knife. Bull winked at Charlie and placed the tip of the knife against his right hand wrist and made a small clean vertical cut in his skin about two to three inches long.

He ordered Charlie to turn his head and Charlie obeyed. Bull took Charlie's right wrist and made the same cut in the same place as his. Charlie didn't flinch. Bull handed the knife back to the Dungeon Master who returned it to the table. Bull grasped Charlie's wrist with his hand beyond the cut and Charlie grasped Bull's arm in the same place.

The two cuts were together and bleeding nicely. The Dungeon Master took the silk cloth and wrapped it around their wrist three times and tied it in a square knot on top. The cloth began to be stained with their blood.

The Dungeon Master held up the chalice filled with wine and spoke.

"In the Christian communion service Christ told his disciples that the wine represented the blood of his body which was shed for them and for many. It is in that spirit that this wine represents not only the blood of Christ but the blood of the two men before you. Each will drink of it as will every Master in the circle and myself. What's left will be consumed by Master Beryl the revered head of our Family."

The Dungeon Master handed the chalice to Bull who sipped of the wine and handed it to Charlie who did likewise. Then the Dungeon Master took it to the first Master in the circle, Master Dirk, who sipped and passed it on to the next Master until all sipped from the chalice.

Finally the Dungeon Master took a sip and handed the chalice to Master Beryl who downed the rest. Everyone applauded. The Dungeon Master placed another pad in front of Bull and Charlie. He motioned me to come and kneel with them. I was surprised, I didn't know I was to be included in the ceremony. I knelt and nodded to both Bull and Charlie. The cloth was very stained with their blood by this time. The Dungeon Master handed me the open Bible to hold for them.

"Now, Master Bull's new slave Charlie will speak:

"Master Bull, what I am about to say is a paraphrase of the words Ruth said to Naomi in the Book of Ruth from the Holy Bible:

Never tell me to leave you, nor to return from following you: for where you go I will go; Where you live, I will live; your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die, I will die also, and there will I be buried: May God do this to me and more if anything but death should part you and me."

My words to you in bonding are these few but there are many more in my heart: You are now my Master; I am now your slave. I accept my position of servitude to walk behind you through life. Your life has now become my life. I will strive to learn the ways of a slave to serve you by day and comfort you by night. I place my hand upon the Holy Bible and do so swear.

"My good slave, my words for you are a paraphrase of the Song of Solomon from the Holy Bible:

Who is that who comes forth from the wilderness leaning upon his beloved? It is a Master and his slave. Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal upon your arm: for love is stronger than death. There are no waters that could quench my love for you, neither could a flood drown it.

So it was, so it is, so it shall be. I am now and forever more, your Master. I accept you as my beloved slave. I will love you, forsaking all others, 'til I see my last dawn on this Earth and, God willing, beyond. I will protect you, care for you, and train you in the ways of a noble slave, servant, and companion. I accept the responsibility to encourage you, and demand of you, you live your life to the honor of your Master and family. I place my hand upon the Holy Bible and do so swear."

There wasn't a dry eye in the audience. They meant what they said to each other and everyone felt it to the core of their being.

The Dungeon Master took the Bible from my hands and told me to return to the crowd. I obeyed and then the Dungeon Master continued.

"Bull and Charlie have asked the revered head of our family, The Clan Mc Innis, to give them his blessing as the end to their bonding ceremony. Master Beryl, Dad..."

Big Beryl walked in front of Bull and Charlie who were still kneeling with their arms still clasped and placed his hand on their heads. Bull placed his free hand upon his new slave's shoulder and his slave placed his free hand upon his Master's shoulder. They bowed their heads.

"Master Bull, slave Charlie, I give to you my blessing on the occasion of your bonding as Master and slave. As representative head of this family, The Clan Mc Innis, I give you the blessing of all assembled. May the love of our heavenly Father, his peace and understanding be with you both, now, and forevermore, Amen!" There were 'Amens' throughout the family.

Big Beryl unwrapped the blood stained cloth and set it on the table. Bull leaned slightly forward and gently kissed Charlie on the lips. Then the Master unclasped his slave's arm. He stood in front of his new slave and spoke,

"You will now show respect and homage to your new Master, slave." The slave bent over and lovingly kissed each of his Master's big boots. He found his Master's hand waiting and gently kissed the back of it. He placed it to his forehead and heard his new Master's words,

"Rise my good and worthy slave and show your Master love. Charlie jumped into Bull's waiting arms and they kissed a kiss that had everyone swooning. Big Beryl said he almost ran for the fire extinguisher. The audience went nuts and all the Master's that had participated came to congratulate them. It was one of the finest bonding ceremonies any one could remember. Many ceremonies thereafter were patterned on Bull and Charlie's ceremony.

"Before we break up there is one further matter to be brought up before the family. Master Zack has something to say. Master Zack..."

"Thank you, Dungeon Master, I'd like to thank everyone for coming this weekend and for all of you who pitched in to help a special thanks. We certainly couldn't have done it without you. The main reason I wish to speak to you is to announce my claim for our newest family slave, Will. I would make claim for him as my second slave. Do you acknowledge my claim, slave Will?"

"I acknowledge your claim, Master Zack, and would be honored to become your second slave. Thank you for making a claim for me." Zack grabbed Will, kissed him in front of the family and everyone cheered. Will won their hearts over the weekend. Button came up, hugged and kissed Will and told him he was happy for him. He was looking forward to having him for a brother. Will told Button the same.

There was another cake afterward and more to drink. Finally Bull led Charlie to Master Zack's Dungeon where Charlie was ringed with the same rings I had. He knew he looked hot. He knew he belonged. His soul was at peace. Charlie was so proud of his rings and his Master cared enough to have him ringed. Charlie sought out Will and asked him to heal the wounds. He said almost all the pain was gone after Will touched him. Like me, Charlie was amazed.

Blaine got his nose ring. Master Beryl had the Ring Master do it after Charlie. Blaine didn't know whether he was going to like it or not but when he stood in front of a full mirror, he was pleased. It also pleased his Master which lately had become Blaine's first priority. Yes, he decided, he would be quite happy with the new look.

It was getting late in the evening and everyone was saying there goodbyes and wishing Bull and Charlie well. They wore band-aids on their arms but there was no further bleeding. Especially after Josh ran his hand over each of them. It seemed to stop the bleeding immediately. Josh was amazed as they were.

Bull and Charlie had to leave as they had an early morning the next day. Bull grabbed Will into his arms, hugged and kissed him.

"You know we fell in love with you this weekend don't you, Scamp?"

"Thank you, Master Bull, I sort of fell for you guys, too."

"You come visit us any time, you hear?"

"Thank you, Master Bull and I know you and Charlie are going to be very happy." They left, waving to everyone as they rode away on their bikes. It was getting late and we needed to get home as well. We had a full day the next day.

Master Zack said his goodbyes to us with tears in his eyes. He thanked us and thanked us for coming. I said goodbye to Master Earl. He left shortly before us. Master Zack took Will aside and spoke to him as he held him close.

"I'll call tomorrow evening to say hello and speak to nurse Beau about what the doctors found. We have six months until you can become my second slave. I agreed to all the Dungeon Master's terms. They want to train you and give you some breathing room after your last experience. I agreed. I'll wait. I'll admit it'll be hard but I'll wait. I'll ride up to visit and we can make arrangements for you to come visit us. Are you comfortable with that, Son?"

"Yes, Sir, I trust these folks and I trust you. If it's what you want, Master, then it's what I want. I love you, Master Zack."

"I love you, too, Will" They kissed and Will was ready to go. We got in the back of Chief's truck and Master Jeb rode up front with the Dungeon Master. We waved goodbye as we drove out the tall gates and left Master Zack and Button standing there waving goodbye. Will crawled into my arms and promptly went to sleep.

He slept all the way back to Mt. Washington. I dozed a couple of times. I was tired from all the excitement and the emotional roller coaster I'd been on. I was glad those highs and lows were coming to an end. I was ready to settle down into a steady life of being a slave.

That night Chief invited Will to sleep with him and Will asked the Dungeon Master's permission. Big Jim told him it would be fine but for him to be good and mind Chief. We had no doubt he was going to be asleep before his head hit the pillow. Chief was a life saver.

My Giant had so much backed up come he said his balls ached. He wanted me to ride Babe to the barn. My head was in the right space for a good bull ride. I know he wanted me to ride Babe so he could get a good close look at my new rings. He kept looking at them and I swear it made Babe even harder in my ass.

After I started my ride I knew Babe was going to gallop for the barn. I was right. The Dungeon Master raised me up off the bed and emptied several days of backed up giant come into my ass. Then his wild animal entered his body and came all over again, filling my ass for the second time. I was full of giant come and giant animal come.

I requested he plug my hole for the night so I didn't lose a drop. He laughed and plugged me. I told him how proud I was of him today and what a fine job he did at the ceremony. I could feel him radiating pride from my compliment. He held me close, my backside to his belly, and kissed me gently behind the ear.

"I've missed you, slave."

"Oh, Master, I've missed you and Babe too."

"Welcome home, slave."

"Thank you, Master, it's good to be home in your arms again." He held me close as I heard his breathing change and he drifted off to sleep. I felt myself being reeled back into his warmth several time during the night. I thanked God for Master Jim's love and for all that happened over the last week.

The past weekend, I was so busy with other people, taking care of Will, and sorting out my own messed up psyche that is seemed I shelved my thoughts of my two Masters but they were always there. The two of them, drifting on the back roads, by the rivers of my memory, forever, gentle on my mind.

End Chapter 27 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: wadiebear@yahoo.com