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Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com
===================================================== THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf
CHAPTER 7 ~ REVELATIONS AND PROPHECIES
Part I ~ Sunday Morning Coming Down
A child of horror, tortured terrors, roams the wasteland where, God found him ugly, unworthy, for any loving heart to share, A Monster who seduced the coldest womb he was to find, Destroyed his manhood before he ever knew it's prime.
Years matured, two angels wrestled with him found him fair, One saved his life, taught love, rhymed-words, his life to bear, The other a seraph'd leather Master's strength became his creed, Reformed his broken pride into a working vessel for his seed. Canto 18 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux
I awoke with the most wonderful full feeling and realized my Master was till implanted deep within me. I thought I might awaken him slowly if I started fucking his dick a little. I took a couple of strokes, eased back down and felt his snake begin to grow. I took another pretty good stroke with my ass and the monster awoke. It smoothly pulled out to the head, steadily but firmly plunged back into my depths and I heard a deep masculine voice whisper over my shoulder.
"If you don't stop that you're gonna' get fucked."
"No disrespect, Master, isn't that what your slave is for, Sir?" Master Earl stretched and locked his cock way up my ass.
"You think we can do it without the peanut gallery present."
"Well, I don't know Buffalo Bob but Howdy Doody's little butt is ready to be nailed." Master Earl started laughing.
"Now cut that out, slave. We're gonna' wake up you know who?"
"Yes, Master, I'm sorry."
"The, hell, you say? Now, just for that insolence I'm gonna' fuck the snot out a' you."
Master Earl said pulling my head back for a morning kiss. When he finally reached the point where I knew I was going to get my morning allotment of Master come my nose was truly running. He had succeeded in fucking the snot out of me. What a good Master. Damn, I'm sure he opened up his own hole back there.
He gave me permission to shoot my load with him. I missed by seconds but hit slightly before him; however, he said my asshole spasms were so hot he shot when he felt it. My timing, he said, was perfect for his pleasure. That's what I wanted to become. A slave for his pleasure. More than ever now. I was sad to think I only had this day left with him. He was so warm and giving of himself.
I thought Masters were suppose to be aloof and distant. Master Jeb straightened me out about that. It's just like any other relationship. However in these relationships your Master is Lord and Master of your person. He may ask your opinion, he may ask your preference, he may ask your choice of punishment but you learn, the final decision will be his. It must be that way, at least for him and I. He demands it and I need it. I was worried maybe Master Earl wouldn't be as strong as I needed because of his growing love for me. Master Jeb just chuckled when I voiced my concern.
"Son, you better fasten your seat belt if you become that man's slave. He may love you deeper that any slave he's ever had, tell you hourly of his love but hold on to your ass, he is one demanding, strict disciplinarian, mean punishment son of a bitch. What he will demand of you, how he will discipline you, or how he will administer punishment will be in direct proportion to his love. If he didn't care for you he wouldn't bother.
Beau, you've grabbed a sleeping saber tooth tiger by the tail. I wouldn't worry about it though, he's exactly what you need. Few slaves could handle him. He knows that, too. That's why he hasn't even considered another slave until you came along. I guess my prophetic words shook him to the core the day he stopped you. A wee small voice must have whispered, ?Screw the ticket, fuck the kid.'"
Master Jeb and I both laughed at that. He continued,
"On the other hand most Master's wouldn't have a clue how to handle you. Wes was able to deal with him out of shear determination and an unquenchable love. Wes had the heart of a lion. You will find Earl easier to deal with from your raw natural talent and your deep need to serve. You won't be punished unless you do something really stupid and I can't see you doing that.
Poor Wes got punished because Earl was going to correct some of his negative thoughts about himself or find the reason why. He'd get right in Wes's face and yell at him an order to trust him. Sounds stupid but it worked. Wes learned to trust. Earl succeeded far beyond my expectations. Wes was reborn under Earl.
For the first time in his life Wes found a purpose for living. That purpose was Earl. He worshiped him, as well he should. His Master took good care of his slave and loved him more than he knew. That was the second best match I ever made." I didn't ask about the first.
"Most of the time he's gonna' give you the benefit of the doubt and as generous a spirit as you have Beau you will be his prize, his pride and joy. You may have to swallow your pride sometimes but that's all covered in training and you'll learn a slave's worst enemy is pride. Or I should say the wrong kind of pride. Certainly you should have pride in being his slave, pride because he thinks well of you and your service to him. Never let some wag bother you that refers to you as a boot wipe slave. He'd give all he had to be where you are at Earl's boots but he can't be.
Earl will only have one slave. If you're chosen, you may walk with pride to wear his collar and believe me, you will probably have one permanently welded around your neck. If you go out with him in public you may get looked at funny but walk tall, remember who owns you and the significance of that collar. Just think of all those breeders out there that only have a small band of gold around their finger to tell someone they belong to someone else. Now, an iron collar, that makes a statement." He laughed hearty at his joke. "Never be afraid to tell the truth if someone asks you why you wear the collar. Unless he instructs you what to say just say you wear it to please your Master. They'll have no idea what your talking about."
We got up and I had to rush to the head as Master Earl also unloaded his night piss into me. I was ordered to shower, shave, hose out, and report back to him when finished. He would dress me for the day. The shower felt good and I took a little time to do the necessaries. I didn't take too long. I didn't want to keep him waiting or throw his schedule off. He might need me in the kitchen. I toweled off and headed for the bedroom. He wasn't there so I headed for the kitchen. I walked in with nothing on. Billy and Oscar were there with nothing on so I didn't feel the least bit self conscious.
Oscar greeted me. Billy simply held his hand out to me at crotch level and I knew what he wanted. I walked over and laid my cock and balls in his open hand. He gently closed his big hand around them, moved his arm slightly around to his back. I could stand just behind him and he could hold them. He went on talking to Master Earl like nothing was going on. Master Earl looked at me a couple of times and smiled his shit eating grin. Billy wasn't fooling him for a minute.
"No boots or chaps today, slave, I want to see all of you, that is, if Billy ever lets go of your cock and balls." Everyone laughed.
"I'm so sorry, Master Earl" Billy lied, "Lawsey, I don't know what come over this old eunuch. Thanks Beau." He whispered.
"Any time, Clancey." I said to him. "No, I'm sorry, Mr. McGee!" Billy hooted, grabbed me and hugged me.
"This one's a keeper, Master Earl." Billy said.
"I'd like to second that." Oscar said.
"Well what can I say, slave, the ?ayes' have it ?cause you get a big one from me, too, and I be ?da one what counts." I walked around and was going to kiss his boots but Master Earl grabbed me in mid lunge and hugged me to his chest. He had his leather pants on again with his high boots. He looked me deep in the eyes with his beautiful violet eyes.
"Good morning my handsome slave." He kissed me gently and passionately. There was much hooting and giggling from the peanut gallery.
"Billy, Oscar,... in the kitchen. You know what to do and I'll be back in a minute. I have to get my boy ready."
"Take your time we can finish this." Oscar said as they went to work. We went into the bedroom and he turned and held me in his arms again.
"Now, let's try that one more time without the peanut gallery," Master Earl kissed me so gently, yet passionately I thought I was gonna' drop my load. My old cock saluted and got his attention.
"My God," he said, "doesn't that thing ever behave?"
"I'm afraid it has a mind of it's own, Master."
"Well, it can be disciplined as well" He walked over to his dresser and opened a drawer. He retrieved a small riding quirt with small strips of leather on the end. My stupid dick was really asking for it because it only got harder.
He walked back and with a light flip of his wrist snapped it right on the head. It didn't hurt but my old cock went limp instantly.
"See?" he said, "We'll have that thing shaped up in no time."
"I'll just keep this in my back pocket in case sometime today it decides to get unruly. If I order you to present arms you hit parade rest instantly and stick it out for all to see. I'll take care of it." My stupid cock went erect again. "Present arms!" He ordered. I hit parade rest and threw my hips forward. He really smacked it a good one that time and it went right down.
"Thank you, Master." I said. Master Earl snapped his fingers and pointed to his boots. I was there in an instant and took each one in my slave hands and kissed each passionately.
"I'm pleased with that action, slave. Now let's get you ready. I've changed my mind, I do want you with your boots and chaps on. Also wear you vest today. Let's get you plugged. I'll attach your leash and you can come out when you've finished putting on your chaps, boots, and vest." He again snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed. I was in the position in a flash with my ass raised much higher than yesterday. He turned with the lightly greased plug in his hand.
"Good position, slave! Your Master can get to your little hole much better." He gave several twists of the plug to loosen my muscle then snapped it in. This time he grabbed me above my legs and around my back cradling my lower body in his arm. He held me tight and placed the heal of his hand at the base of the plug and gave one quick push with a screwing motion. I felt it click into place past the muscle. The muscle was locked riding around the small of the base of the plug with almost no discomfort. He cleaned the excess grease off and ordered me to stand.
"Thank you, Master, for plugging my slave hole. It feels right when you do it, Sir."
"You're welcome slave. It looks better and feels better when it's seated properly. Now let me attach your leash. Okay, that's good. He grabbed me and kissed me again.
"Now, get the rest of your stuff on and I'll be back with a rag. You will wipe down my boots."
"Yes, Sir, with pleasure, Sir."
Master Earl returned and I finished dressing. He had a large clean rag in his hand . He got a small step stool out of the closet and placed it in front of his dressing mirrors. He wanted to get a good look at me from all sides cleaning his boots. He didn't have to give me an order, I was ready, took the rag from him and began to clean them. If I found a spot, I would lick it to moisten it and remove it with the rag.
I wasn't satisfied with the experience, any competent slave could clean his Master's boots. I raised the one, slipped underneath it to sit on the stool and lowered his heavy boot onto my crotch.
"Very nice, slave. I like an inventive slave and I like having you in a vulnerable position even if you placed yourself there. I would expect that you might wish for me to take advantage of the situation." He was playing with me and I knew my answer was critical.
"I placed myself in this position to further show my sincerity in becoming your slave, Master. You have the option to ruin them right now if you choose. I would still become your slave."
"That's good thinking slave but I think I should take some advantage to remind you that it isn't a game and not to tempt your Master." He began to press the heel of his big boot into my balls and I could feel them spreading underneath. I thought to myself, "This is it, he's going to take them." Then I had this strange sensation come over me of peace that said to me, give them to him, let him have them, the pain will be short lived and you will be free. He immediately raised his boot and replaced it with the other for me to clean. It got a lot more attention than the other one.
"Stand up, slave, parade rest!" I obeyed and he gently examined my balls. He made love to them with his hands then he did something very strange and out of character. He knelt on one knee, holding my balls in one hand, licked and kissed each one with a gentle passion as if apologizing to them for any pain his boot may have caused. They were to understand a little pain was necessary to teach the kid a lesson. It was as if he recognized them separate from me, the individual. I was shocked and touched and had a lot more feelings I couldn't sort out. He got up and saw my look of confusion.
"Figure that one out, slave." He smiled then he pulled me to him. "Many Master's feel they shouldn't tell their slaves how they feel. They might use it against them. I've never been afraid of that. My control over you will be so complete you'll never feel the need to use my love for an advantage. A slave can't have it both ways." He looked me in the eyes for a long minute and said as a man, not as my Master. He let down all defenses and bared his soul to me man to man. He knew I understood.
"I've finished falling in love with you, Beau. I am in love with you. I'm sot with love for you." He took control in an instant and once again as my Master. "I also love my slave." He made a separate distinction that I thought I understood and then knew I did when my heart spoke in reply.
"Master, I have but one love for you, I want to love you other than as your slave. The idea is more passionate and gratifying than anything I've ever experienced. I know this is our first weekend together but if it doesn't happen I can't even conceive of a future. It goes beyond need, Master. My heart has no other choice. Sartre may have been right. There is no exit! I have no fear, no anxiety. A contract with you is only a small step that will confirm in words where my heart must be. So, it is in truth, when I call myself your slave, know in your heart Beau has joined that slave to become of one mind, the only me, your slave, who loves you, Master Earl." He looked at me stunned for a moment.
"I will gladly accept your love as my slave. I've never experienced a love from one perspective. Most people want to separate love and proceed from both . With you I can join my love into one as your total and complete Master. I've always wanted that from a slave but never thought I might find it. It makes things simpler to cut out the middle-ground. You're correct, the thought of loving you from that perspective takes on a different passion. One I've always wanted to experience."
"If it is your will, we will make it so." I looked down as I spoke to him.
Master Earl placed his mouth on his slave's and the bond was sealed not with a kiss of passion but one of welcome to the only two people in the room, who joined hearts and minds to one pure, clear purpose of what their love was to be, a Master and his slave. Then it became clear to me his actions of kissing my balls. Would you kiss your own balls if you could? He just did.
Part II ~ A Master of Wisdom and Reason
"Private visions, a kenning of such things, my heart alone should know. I run from one to one and ask this question of them all: What few have seen the night enclose the day at noon, and told a slave the truth about the ways of love."
Canto 23 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux (Posthumous)
Preparations were almost ready for brunch when Master Earl and I returned to the kitchen. Billy and Oscar had things under control. It was obvious they knew their way around a kitchen and probably cooked in Master Earl's kitchen many times. Master Earl started making drinks and I again declined. I had enough last night. The door bell rang, Oscar and Billy clucked and chortled as Master Earl walked by me.
"Follow Billy and Oscar's lead and do as they do."
"Yes, Master Earl."
Master Earl open the door and there stood a most handsome older man wearing the most beautiful turquoise blue shirt. His snow white ?stash and beard with his pale blue eyes was enough to make my heart leap to my throat and my dick start to rise. Master Jeb entered.
"Welcome, good Master, to our home. Our hearts are gladdened by you presence." Master Earl said with feeling.
"This Master comes with love and peace for all and a glad heart. Thank you, Master Earl." The two men clasped arms then hugged each other.
Billy and Oscar went to Master Jeb and knelt in front of him to kiss his boots. He offered them the back of his hand, they kissed it and put it to their forehead for a moment.
"Arise, good slaves, and show this Master your love." With that Billy and Oscar were all over him. I waited for them to finish and Master Jeb broke the ice.
"Ah, but I see there's one more slave in your household, Master Earl. Has he been instructed how to greet a Master?" He said with a big grin. Billy and Oscar moved to his sides each clinging to a shoulder. Master Earl looked at me and smiled then snapped his finger and pointed to the floor in front of Master Jeb. I was there in three steps and on my knees in front of Master Jeb. I placed my hands around one boot and kissed it, then the other and kissed it. I slowly rose to find the back of his hand waiting. I took it and held it for just a moment, then kissed it gently and pressed it to my forehead and held it there until he spoke in a generously demanding voice,
"Arise, handsome, young slave, and show your Master your love." I threw my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.
"To hell with that, slave, your Master wants a kiss." He kissed me strong but gently on the mouth. It was wonderful to see him again. He was in great spirits. He complemented me on my welcome. He motioned to Billy and Oscar.
"These two have been doing that since before you were born. It was a treat to see our new slave greet his Master. Well done, Master Earl. I see he's been in good hands." We all talked small talk and Master Earl made Master Jeb a light drink.
Oscar, Billy and I were busy carrying food to the deck. With three it took no time and we were ready to sit down and eat. The food was wonderful. We talked about everything. When we finished the three slaves cleared the table while the two Master's talked privately. I didn't hear a lot of the conversation but the way they were talking was in low tones and very serious with occasional laughter.
Master Jeb was listening intently to Master Earl with a decided twinkle in his eyes. It was obvious he was enjoying himself and having a good time. I was impressed at Master Earl's ability to socially place Master Jeb in the position of revered, honored guest who everyone had access to equally. We returned with ice cream and fruit. Master Earl took the lead to discuss things that happened and share them with Master Jeb, Billy, Oscar and I.
"We purposely waited to discuss anything about the last couple of days because we each have an emotional investment not only in what happened but with each other. Beau was correct last night, Billy, when he said he believed your and Oscar's presence was not by chance. Wes loved the two of you and slaves don't fool their Master's for a moment. We know you share secrets between you, you'll take to your graves." Billy and Oscar just smiled sweetly not agreeing nor denying.
"That's as it should be," continued Master Jeb, "Those are things that bond you to each other as brothers in our family."
"Absolutely!", said Master Earl, "I welcomed the two of you being so generous with Wes and from the way things are going neither of us will be able to pry either of you away from our new slave here." Everyone laughed as Master Earl motioned toward me. He went on to describe in detail the strange evening we spent the night before. When he finished there was a silence around the table that was filled with awe and wonder. Master Jeb spoke first to break the silence we all shared.
"Over my years of dealing with Master/slave relationships things of this nature are not uncommon. I've observed and witnessed some pretty bizarre things. Some almost frightening, but not in the sense of terror; more like shaking the foundations of tired belief systems.
A minor poet said over three hundred years ago, ?There is more under heaven and earth than is dreamed of in your philosophy, Horatio!' It remains true today. For all mankind's technological advances our belief systems are lagging way behind. Our religions are still holding on to concepts conceived by homophobic sheep herders thousands of years ago.
Granted some teachings are good but many dealt with the society in which they were created, using belief systems current for the day. By today's standards they're outdated and have no practical application to folks in todays world. Who knows how many added or subtracted from ?The Word' because they had individual axes to grind.
God's Holy Word? If God tells you, believe it. If another man tells you, be suspicious. Organized religion as never been for the betterment of mankind but for the control of mankind. It could be. That's the false pretense modern day bible thumpers will try to sell you but they're peddling an old, tired, out dated product that has little application in today world. Once you invest your emotions they have control over you. They ain't interested in your soul, their interested in your wallet.
Because of the freedoms we have, we've formed our own subcultures and things have occurred because of the passions of our relationships that can't be easily understood by our current belief systems. Maybe, sometime it's best not to approach these things without the right questions or perhaps without any questions at all. Accept it as it is.
It happened. If we are meant to find a reason for it all, it will be revealed no matter what questions we ask. Everything in the universe is unfolding as it should. Look at the four of you. I've never seen four people grow more than you have over the last two days. I know each of you well. I even know Beau well enough to understand the four of you have reached a new plateau in your understanding of life and your place in the scheme of things. It's truly remarkable.
Sometimes that's the way our growth systems work. We go for long periods of time caught in the same ruts and wonder if it's ever going to change or get better and then shit happens. Bamm! Overnight you have a marvelous touch from a greater power, an other worldliness experience or moment of high strangeness, that blows your damn socks off. That's when we grow.
For example, this young man came to me two weeks ago contemplating suicide and needed to find some answers quick. Look at him today, he's more confused than ever." Everyone laughed.
"Master Jeb, I don't remember talking to you about that." I was embarrassed he read through my facade.
"You didn't have to, Son, I could see it in you face. Your were coming to a personal crossroads in your life that needed to be addressed and soon. Your guardian spirit knew it, too, and decided now was the time for action; however, to get back to my joke about confusion. There's some truth to that, but fortunately answers have been coming regularly for our new slave. From your description, Earl, I'd say almost hourly."
"Yeah," interjected Master Earl, "I figured two every four hours last night." We all laughed again.
"My point is," said Master Jeb, "that sometime out of chaos and confusion comes our clearest answers to what we truly want and need from life. I don't have to ask you," he said looking directly at me, "?cause from the silly grin on your face there have been major truths and door to understanding have been opened to you this weekend?"
"Yes, Sir, they have." I blushed looking at Master Earl.
"And, do you feel like considering suicide now, Son?"
"Not in the least, Sir"
"My point is made, Gentleman," Master Jeb said triumphantly winking at me,"and more revelations are sure to come for everyone at this table, me included." He added.
"Don't think my old heart can stand too many more." said Oscar laughing.
"Sometime we don't have that choice. When it rains, it pours." said Master Jeb. "Then there's more that happened last night?"
Master Earl picked up from there and continued recounting to Master Jeb the previous evenings paranormal three ring circus.
"You mean Wes actually told you where the secret drawer was, Beau?"
"Yes, Sir, it's the only way I could have known about it."
"Your bond with him must have been stronger than we ever imagined; however, now that I think about it, men in a war situations can sometimes create powerful bonds with each other. Bonds so strong and powerful modern psychology has no concept of. No one has ventured research in that area. We know little or nothing about it's ramifications."
"We were pretty close, Sir. Well, I hate to say it in front of Master Earl but we were lovers in Nam."
"Well, you see, I was right. Wes never wrote me anything about your relationship other than he loved you very much. Perhaps I should've read between the lines." He chuckled and continued, "He wrote that you saved his life, five other men's lives and was awarded the Bronze Star for heroism." I turned pale.
"WHAT? Said Master Earl, Billy, and Oscar in unison.
"Oh, God, Beau, I'm sorry, Son. I don't think he wanted that known."
"It's all right, Master Jeb, it's no big deal. I had a job to do. I set my mind that with God's help and strength I was going to do it. He helped me and I did. No big whoop."
They were silent for a moment. I could feel them staring at me but I wouldn't look up. I knew Master Earl was looking at me but I wouldn't look back. What must he think of me? "No big whoop? And, how many purple hearts did you receive before you threw the last four away, Beau?" Master Earl spoke to me incredulously.
"Only three, Sir."
"Only three, I'm stunned, Beau." said Master Earl. Billy and Oscar agreed.
"I have to agree with ?em, Son. It may seem no big whoop to you but to us it's pretty damn remarkable." said Master Jeb. "Furthermore, Wes didn't see fit to mention anything about purple hearts." he paused for a long moment and there was a heavy silence at the table.
"Seven, huh?" Master Jeb look down at the table and shook his head. "What are we going to find out next about you, Beau? Let's take him to the pool, Earl, and see if he can walk on water?" Laughter broke the mood and I was relieved.
"You gentlemen may not realize the most remarkable thing about Beau's accomplishment was he was a Navy medic, a field corpsman, attached to the hundred and eighty-sixth division and carried no weapons. Son, I don't know why you did it or how but if the military saw fit to give you a Bronze Star my hat's off to you." Master Jeb said sincerely.
"I try not to think too much about what I went through in Nam to get those medals and they've become a constant reminder of the pain and sorrow I went through over there. Who among us can know who we are and what we must become? Who can turn skies back and begin again? How do you forget the hurt? We bumble through life like bumper cars on a midway hoping one day to find a clear path.
Maybe those medals or what they represent are like ?good boy' tokens and God has allowed me to cash them in to find you good men. Maybe, just maybe, I've found something in my miserable life that with your help I can truly become something I want for myself. That's far more important to me than a damn piece of metal that haunts me. Perhaps we may be each other's reward for having done something right in our lives."
"Damn, Beau, you have a way of expressing yourself that cuts to the heart of the matter. Bravo!" Said Billy.
"Thanks, Mr. McGee." I smiled.
"You don't know about that, Master Jeb." Billy spoke to Jeb, "Beau carried my picture in his wallet seven years in Vietnam. He still has it. It seems I was an early sex fantasy man of his. He pulled it out and showed us. The picture, Master Jeb!" Billy giggled, "I was blown away."
"I'll have to say that's pretty damn remarkable as well. You see, there all ready have been revelations for all of us and more to come, I'm sure."
"Then there was another letter from Wes to me, is that right?"
"Yes, I left it on my desk. Oscar?" Oscar was all ready on his way.
"Remarkable." said Master Jeb. "I didn't bring his letter to me, today, because of other personal matters between him and I that are not secret but will be revealed in time." Oscar brought the two remaining envelopes including the two letters we read aloud last night. Master Jeb read the letters to us first and broke down several times as he read them.
"Well, no one can ever say Wes wasn't determined." Master Jeb said with respect. "I knew about the secret drawer. I didn't know the contents. The volume of poetry and these letter are remarkable. Will you read some of the verse for us later, Beau?"
"Sure, Master Jeb, but I warn you all, it's heavy stuff. You might get your hearts ripped out."
"Couldn't be any worse than the roller coaster ride we've been on for the last twenty-four hours." Billy said.
Master Jeb opened his envelope.
"Gentlemen please excuse me for a minute while I read this and if it's meant to be read to all, I will." He began reading and tears began to run down his cheeks. "Oh God!" He sighed a couple of times and breathed deeply. "There's nothing in the letter that's private but I'll need help. I won't be able to read it aloud." He handed it to Master Earl, who handed it to me. I began to read:
My Dearest Savior and Master,
As you know my life has not been a cakewalk until I was rescued by you and my uncle Jim. I've tried not to complain too much but I needed that understood before I say what I'm about to say. There has been five holy men in my life that have reached down and saved me from sure death.
My beloved dad, Walker Johnson, Beau James, my uncle Jim and you are the first four. I was never able to express to you how much I truly loved and appreciated you and uncle Jim for taking me in like your own son. You supported me, encouraged me and ultimately trained me properly. All this done with a fist of iron wearing a velvet glove and the love from two hearts, each the size of an elephants.
What words could I find to tell you of my love, appreciation and thanks? There simply are none. Perhaps, simplicity should be considered but what the hell: God damn it, Masters Jeb and Jim, I love you. If I could, I would've put a brass band on this page.
I have to thank you for the final holy man in my life, who for me, was my shining angel with leather wings. I know in my heart you were responsible for us coming together. You could've never found anyone I could've loved more. That angel saved me from the surest destruction of all, myself. He made me stand and face my worst fears and learn to spit in their eye. He's a demanding, won't give an inch, ?Yes-you-CAN-you- little-son-of-a-bitch,' hard-driving, angel, but I love him more than he will ever know.
He has an envelope I asked him to surrender to you to be opened at a time we've agreed upon. You know what it contains. I know he'll be patient because the method of my madness is for him. The spider hasn't quite finished his web. I realize you may be reading this after I've passed on so when these things are done, my spirit will depart. My soul will be at peace.
Once again I thank you for not taking ?no' for an answer. It would have been so much easier for you to give up on me. You didn't and to this day you never have. Thank you for your beautiful and handsome size 13 D boot. I not only learned to make love to it, show you the honor, homage and respect you deserve, but learned to wear it comfortably up my butt. No Master's boot was ever put to better purpose when I was feeling sorry for myself. Other than the angel who owns me you are the only other man I will ever think of in this life as my Master.
From the bottom of my heart you are the one man that deserves that title. God bless and keep you. This unworthy slave will always bend his knees, anywhere, anytime, and kiss your boots to give you the respect, homage and honor you so richly deserve.
Your loving slave boy,
Wes
"Come here slave boy, your Master needs you." Master Jeb held out his big arms to me and I ran to fill them. He cried and I cried while holding him. We were better after that. Our hearts were lighter. We made more drinks and went to the pool. It was a lovely afternoon. Master Jeb and I played in the pool and he held me in the cool water, our naked bodies against each other.
"Next weekend is yours, Master. Please don't let Big Jim monopolize me all weekend. I need to be with you. I want your love inside of me. I want to make love to you the way a good slave should take care of his Master. Will you speak to, Master Earl?"
"I all ready have, Son. He's agreed to the last two weekends before you come to live with us. Then he understands there will be one, perhaps two weekends before you are sold. He understands and supports your entering training. He wouldn't have it any other way.
As for Big Jim, I know more than you think I do. I see the way you look at each other. The two of you are like opposite poles of bar magnets that pull to each other. Damn, if anyone gets near the two of you they can feel the pull. It's hard for you to stay away from him and he's like a bull that hasn't had a heifer in two years when he's around you. He's got one thought on his brain and that's how quick he can get his dick up your butt.
Wasn't that a plea for help because your afraid of the power he holds over you? He hasn't pushed, even though he's wanted to. He hasn't said anything and won't but he'd love to throw a claim on your ass. I know him so well. Don't you think I know you two have fallen in love with each other?
The Master I have in mind for you is Earl. He needs you more than Jim right now. Big Jim will get along. I can tell you one damn thing, he'll never stop loving you but he can't have you right now because I want you to be with Earl. You'll just have to trust me on this. I'm right, you'll see.
You won't lose Jim.
Jim hasn't made a claim for you because I've asked him not, too. It's eating him up but he has a part to play in all this, you'll see. Beau, put your trust in others for a change. Let me be your hero for awhile. I promise you'll get there safely with everything your heart desires and more." I got tears in my eye and hugged him close.
"You know I'll trust you, Master. I've seen what you do and at this point I'd be really stupid not to trust you when you are about to take possession of me as your property. I can't help worry about Master Jim because you're right in what you say. I don't intend to tell Master Earl about Master Jim. I feel so damned awkward and uneasy knowing I love Master Jim and here I am falling in love with Master Earl. I don't think of myself as a trollop. Consider, I've gone from nothing in my life, from the brink of suicide to having two wonderful men interested in me in a brief period of time. I want to be faithful to one love and Master Earl has declared his love for me."
"I understand how you feel, but it will work out; have faith. As far as telling Master Earl about your feelings for Jim, you don't have to but don't ever under estimate the man. He has a brain up in lights and you can't get anything past him. Surprisingly, Wes could for some reason I haven't figured out yet. Wes would never lie to him. He had other ways. In his last days you would have been proud of him he was a formidable presence. Even though he had no problem being a slave to the man he loved he commanded a respect from everyone he met. Together, he and Earl became cornerstone's of the family. Let me ask you this, do you think you could Love Earl D.?"
"It's a little late for that question, Master Jeb. We have fallen in love. He's very open about his feelings. I've never met anyone in my life that's so sure of what he wants and has no doubt he'll get it. I want to be his slave. I want to serve him."
"But,---? Master Jeb spoke questioningly looking me in the eyes.
"Do you read peoples souls, Master?" Master Jeb laughed.
"Remember, Son, I've been at this almost forty years. You won't say it but there's a part of you he can't have."
"If I love the man with all my heart, acknowledge his claim, sign his contract with no clauses, and passionately wish to be nothing more than his slave, what more can I give, Master?"
"Your all. Beau, I'll always be honest with you. Now, cut the crap! Be honest with your Master, the man that will own you in two weeks. You absolutely must put your trust in me or back out now."
"I didn't want to tell you but you know all ready."
"Yes, but this one I won't say for you. I want to hear you say it. Hell, I want you to hear you say it."
"All right, Master, my heart is with Big Jim."
"And now, you've heard yourself say it, and you know I won't allow you and Jim to be together, what do you feel."
"That maybe I've misplaced my heart?"
"See, I knew you could do it. That's the first step in correcting an error, admitting there is one. I won't let you acknowledge Earl's claim and hold back on him. I love him like a Son. He's been through too much for me to allow that to happen. He's lost, Son. His soul is on the line. He means serious business. He's not playing you. You can take his words to the bank. That's powerful stuff, Beau, having that much control over any one man. You could unwittingly destroy him. I won't let that happen."
"Then he shall have my heart as well."
"Then you agree to give him all?"
"Yes, Master, I'll give him my all. I'll hold nothing back."
"I believe you, Son, that's all I needed to hear. I know you'll give him everything. You'd never go back on your word. I know you that well all ready."
"Right again, Master."
"You've agreed to sign his contract with no clauses?"
"Yes, Master, I have. Should I have waited to discuss it with you?"
"Not if that's truly what your heart wants. Talking with me wouldn't change your mind. However, you know you could lose that which two weeks ago was unthinkable to you."
"I realize that, Master Jeb, but I've never experienced the passion of a relationship like this. I feel to know that passion I have to lay them on the line. If he needs them to prove my sincerity, my love or my need to be his slave, he may have them. He has eloquently explained his position to me and I agree with him. I know I couldn't have it any other way. I don't want it any other way. If he needs it that way, then by God, as his slave, my first act of submission to him, in the context of a relationship, will be to sign his contract as is."
"Would you believe me if I told you after Wes found out Earl made a claim for him he said almost the same words to me. However, he got it in his head he wanted that strange clause about speaking as equals about love; however, he was willing to put his on the line, too."
"And...?" I questioned him.
"He lost them."
End Chapter 7 The Ties That Bind Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf Mail to: waddiebear@yahoo.com