Date: Fri, 20 Feb 2004 01:22:27 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ties That Bind Chapter 29"

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

Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf


CHAPTER 29 ~  CAPTAIN FANTASTIC AND THE BROWN DIRT COWBOY


When I came to you, my beloved Master,
arms laded with flowers of all descriptions,
a gathered gift of love to lay at your noble feet,
I wondered if you'd notice all the care I took
to find your favorite kinds.

a knowing look, you smiled at me,
and called me by my name, not slave
nor hey you, boy. I should have known
you understood my gift was more than
just the flowers.

you gently took me in your arms,
looked upon my soul and found me fair,
and asked of me to join you in your dance.
Such love should never be denied.
Canto #106 ~ Slave's Song~ W. D. Dux
Posthumous


Part I ~ Captain Fantastic

The Dungeon Master picked me up early the next morning and we rode together
to the gym. We had lots to do to get the gym ready for the owner for the
weekend. We worked fast and got everything done in good time.  We finished
our workout just as the owner and the morning regulars entered the gym.

We paid our respects and once again he was wowed that the place was as neat
as it was. We rode back to Mt. Washington and Master Jeb and Will had
breakfast ready.  Master Jeb had an early morning doctor's appointment and
Will was going to drive him.

He was feeling a hundred percent better.  He wasn't winded and could go for
longer periods with out sitting.  Will babied him like he was his
child. Truth be known Master Jeb was eating up the attention. Chief was
also very attentive to Master Jeb. Jeb was really looking forward to his
visit to his doctor. He wanted to see what the doctor said about his
recovery. He knew he was getting stronger day by day.

The Dungeon Master received a call from Master Bear's Dungeon Master who
told him the address and phone number of the home that I would be staying
at over the weekend. He told Master Jim Master Bert, Oscar and Billy could
confirm the information if need be. Would the slave be ready by six this
afternoon?

Please instruct the slave to bring any leathers and enough casual clothes
for the weekend? If he has some western riding clothes he might want to
bring those along. He would be by at exactly six o'clock and his driver
would come to the door for the slave. Master Jim took the information and
told him I would be ready; however, I must be returned by nine Sunday
evening. Master Bear's Dungeon Master assured Big Jim, the return time
would be strictly adhered to.

I was ready before six, my small bag packed and my body cleaned. A good
looking man in a chauffeurs uniform came to the door and asked for the
slave that was to be sold. He led me to a long black limousine with dark
windows that looked ominous. He opened one of the back doors for me and
there was an older rugged looking man inside with nothing on but a leather
harness with a cod piece, tall heavy boots, and a Master's cap.  He allowed
me to sit for a few minutes to introduce himself.

"I'm the Captain's Dungeon Master.  I am a slave like you but you will
treat me as your Master until we're told otherwise. Is that clear?"

"Yes Dungeon Master, Sir."

"Good, slave. Now, I have no name. My Master took my name away from me and
now I have none. You will call me either Dungeon Master, Master X, or Sir.
All are acceptable."

"Yes, Sir, Master X, I will obey."  He looked me up and down.

"Now that we understand each other you will remove your clothing."

I quickly removed my clothes, folded them neatly, put them in my bag. I
waited further instructions. He snapped his fingers and pointed to his big
boots. I was on them in an instant. I cleaned them with my tongue for
several minutes until he snapped his fingers and pointed to his cod piece
on his harness.

I began to lick it and make love to the leather curious as to what my
tongue might tell me was underneath.  Master X was not a handsome man but
he had a rugged, hard look to him much like Bull.  His body was in
fantastic shape and it was obvious he worked out daily. I worked on
cleaning his cod piece as he carefully watched me.

He again snapped his fingers for me to remove it.  I found the corner snap
with my tongue and carefully took it in my teeth and popped the snaps until
it was off. His large, fat, uncut cock dropped into my face.  He had a
beautiful well filled ball sack that hung low from his body.

He snapped his fingers, pointed to his cock and I started making the proper
homage and love to the monster.  It was as big or bigger than Master
Jeb's. He held it up for me to lick and clean underneath and make love to
the underside.  Then I started on his balls.  I licked every inch sucking
and cleaning until he snapped his fingers again.

He told me to sit in the other seat on the opposite side of the Limo from
him. I obeyed. He opened a control panel and pressed a button.  A door slid
open between the two seats and he motioned me through. We moved into
another compartment where you could see out the back as we were traveling
down the freeway but no one could see in.

The area was about the size of a queen size bed covered with a black
leather protective covering. It was a bed for sleeping on long trips. There
were small lights for reading and a small fridge fully stocked with any
beverage you might want to drink.

"We have a fully stocked bar." Master X motioned to the bar."Won't you join
me in a drink to be sociable, slave?"

"Yes, please, Master X, I'll have anything with vodka, screwdriver,
whatever."  He handed me a cold, small can as he popped the top for me.  He
had a Martini. There were big leather throw pillows in each corner and he
propped himself up and motioned for me to lay against him.  I put my head
on his enormous chest and relaxed as we watched the freeway rollout behind
us.

"I like to put a slave in his place to remind him who is in charge from the
beginning. You responded quite nicely slave."

"Thank you, Sir." I enjoyed my drink.

"Master wanted me to fuck you on the way and give him a report after we
arrive but there's plenty of time for that. Let's lay here for a few
minutes and get to know one another. I'll share a little about me and you
tell me about you." He paused for a moment and took a sip of his drink
before he began his story.

"Master Bear bought me shortly after he bought his first two slaves.  He
had both of them cut immediately. I was sold into slavery by a Mafia gang
that told me if I ever walked the streets again as a freeman I would be
killed immediately.

I was a straight man with no family ties but it was hard for me to accept
slavery under any circumstances, let alone the idea of being fucked in the
butt by a man as large as the Captain was reported to be. He sensed my
unwillingness to cooperate and had me on an operating table ready to gas me
to remove everything when I begged him to reconsider. I told him if he let
me keep my masculinity I would perform better than his expectations. He
gave me one chance.

He had the Veterinarian hose me out and place me in a stirrup chair.  He
pulled out his enormous cock and slammed it in me as hard as he could.  To
save my cock and balls I learned right then and there to ride a man's cock
like rodeo cowboy rides a steer. I didn't give a shit how much it
hurt. That hurt was preferable to losing my manhood.  Pretty soon it didn't
hurt so bad.

It almost became bearable.  Before he had his fill of fucking me and
reached a climax, I was screaming at the top of my lungs begging him to
fuck me harder, please fuck me harder. It was the most wonderful sexual
experience of my life.  I knew, genitals or no genitals, I had to stay with
this man.  Leaving him or even considering escape was not an option.

Not because of the fear of the Mafia but because I had to have that feeling
again. Pain and all.  He hurts me to this day but, oh God, the feeling
after the hurt goes away is worth twice the pain." I smiled knowingly.

"Then you are very much in love with the Captain, Master X?"

"That's a sore spot with him. I can't bring myself to tell another man I
love him that way.  I could tell a 'good ole boy, Bro' I love him, but
that's different. Well, you look like a sensitive kid.  I think you know
what I'm talking about."

"I do indeed. There's love and then there's love." I agreed.

"Exactly! I give him everything he want's sexually and more but I can't
give him that.  He's been good to keep his end of our bargain. As long as I
satisfy him on occasion and keep his harem of eunuch slaves fucked once a
week he allows me to keep my genitals.

He occasionally fucks one of his eunuchs as well so I don't have to fuck
'em all every week but sometimes I do if he's gone.  He wants everyone
fucked at least once a week. Sometimes twice.  So it keeps my old cock
pretty busy.

I have complete control over them. I'm their Master and he's my Master. You
may become my Master as well. He's looking for the right slave that can
handle the household, including me, and give him the love he needs. You'll
probably be allowed to keep your cock and balls, nice ones, too, I might
add, ringed and all.

Since you're to be over me in the household. I'll probably fuck you from
time to time for his amusement. I won't be gentle with you. He expects to
see his slaves fucked good and hard and has beaten me in front of all his
slaves for not doing so.

You may be expected to fuck me for his amusement. I expect you to fuck me
as hard as I would you. Harder even, for your sake as well as mine. If he
gets the slightest idea either of us is holding back we both will end up in
the stocks being whipped savagely until blood is drawn.  I guarantee, you
will never be gentle with me or a slave again. He is a hard but fair
Master.

He's concerned for and takes great care of his slaves.  Onetime I was
deathly ill with some croup or something and the doctors gave me up for
dead. They told him to take me home, make me as comfortable as possible and
let me die. He brought me home and nursed me back to health.  He wouldn't
let any of the other slaves care for me. Nursed me around the clock
himself.

Cleaned me when I couldn't make it to the bathroom or request a pan fast
enough. Never once complained. I owe him my life. But, I can't tell the man
I love him.  I can tell you but it's in confidence and you'll not repeat
it."

"You have my word, Dungeon Master. Unless he point blank asks me then I
can't lie to my Master."

"I'm reasonable. I wouldn't expect you to under those circumstances. It
will never come up. I'm comfortable in my position with him and it doesn't
threaten me that he's looking for another slave to share his bed on a full
time basis.  He deserves it. I haven't been able to give him that. I can't;
however, I think enough of him, accept him fully as my Master, that I want
to see him happy.  He hasn't been for sometime.  Especially since the
accident."

"The fire? Saving his slave?" I asked.

"Exactly! You've heard the story?"

"Only a brief description from a Master in my family that knows him."

"That would be Master Sam. A fine man."

"That's right. Do you know Master Sam?"

"I know him well. He's fucked my ass many times for my Master's pleasure. I
know his slave Yoshie and I'm quite fond of him. Beautiful slave."

"That's Doctor Yoshiro Tagame now, Master X." I smiled at him.

"No shit, well good for Yoshie, I knew he had it in him.  You don't say?
Damn! That's really great news.  You be sure and tell our Master that.
He'll have a fit.  He's always been fond of Yoshie and Master Sam."

"If I tell you I have limited psychic powers would by believe me?" I asked
Master X.

"I've heard of such but never known anybody to possess them. Why?"

"About the fire and the saving of the slave. It's true there was a fire and
your Master heroically saved his slave from burning to death but he was not
burned. The leather hood he is reported to wear is for some other purpose."
Master X didn't react.

"What makes you think that?" He finally responded.

"I just know. It came to me in a vision. I could see it clear as day.  He
cleverly wet a blanket in the shower put it over him and his slave. He had
his slave in his arms and ran though the flames just in time to escape the
building collapsing.  It hasn't come to me the reason why he wears the
leather mask but it will."

"You wouldn't expect me to comment one way or the other?"

"I wouldn't if I was in your position, I'm simply telling you this because
you've been open with me and I should with you.  I certainly won't call his
bluff.  He may wear what he wishes if he is to be my Master for a weekend
or the rest of my life."

"Oh, he will be your Master.  You may count on that. If the Captain wants
something, cost is no object. If he likes you and I can tell you right now
he will, then you will be his property. You're one of the prettiest pieces
of flesh I've seen in quite a while. Your rings are perfect. He will shit
his leather pants when he sees the ring through your nose.

He's always wanted to do that to me but never got around to it. I never
wanted it but now that I see your's, I hope he might reconsider and have me
ringed.  I would also love to have the tits and one in my cock like yours.
He will go crazy for those."

"Have you finished your drink slave?"

"Yes, thank you, Dungeon Master, it was very refreshing and a bit
relaxing."

"Well, we'd better get you fucked. I can come pretty quick so you won't
have to hurt for too long."

"Master X, I'm not your typical slave.  I've been trained to take big
cocks, deep, long and hard. I would expect to give you as much pleasure as
my designated Master in the automobile or as Master Bear's Dungeon
Master. If you're to give him a truthful report then I expect it to be true
from my participation as well as yours.  Take as much of this slave's ass
as you need and more if it pleasures you.  Remember I have some pleasure to
gain from my full participation with you as well."

"You're not to come slave.  If you feel you're close I'll back off until it
passes.  Master wants to make you come himself."

"I'll obey, Dungeon Master." I moved to his crotch to his huge cock.

"May I, Master?"

"You may, slave." Once again I began to make the obligatory love to his
shaft and again he held it up for me to make love to every inch of it.

"You may have it, slave."  I began to take him deep in my throat and could
feel him relax and stretch out under me. It was feeling good to him. I got
more and more saliva all over it and then pulled back.

"I'm ready, Master."  He threw my legs on his shoulders, positioned his
enormous fat cock at my back door then leaned over me.

"I don't usually make love to the eunuchs but you're different and I would
make love to you, slave."  He began to kiss me and I opened to him. His
tongue was deep in my mouth as he took me hard all the way to the base. I
began to kiss him more passionately as my ass hole began to argue with this
huge dick.  He felt it to and just kept kissing me and exploring my mouth
until he was satisfied my ass had stopped its argument.

He moved his head to my side and I began to softly thank him for the hard
entry.  I told him how good he took me and that it reminded me I was his
slave for this evening and no matter what our future positions might be I
expected to be taken as hard or harder than he might any of the eunuchs
under his care.

He didn't respond except to withdraw slowly and slam it into me again as
hard as he could. I could tell this was a Master that was to be reckoned
with in the fucking department.

Master X started with some slow long deep strokes to get me loosened up and
my butt juices flowing.  Once he began to feel me open up to him he began
to fuck me with shorter, harder strokes that were at best teeth
rattling. He took his fucking seriously and my admonishment to take me as
hard or harder than his eunuchs.  I encouraged him.

"Oh, Master X, you're fucking me so good. That's right. Right there,
Sir. Oh, Damn. You really do know how to fuck a slave, Sir.  Harder Please,
Master X!  Ride that ass, Master X! I need your good fucking, Sir.  Oh,
shit! Please, Sir! Oh, God! That's really riding me, Sir."

I could tell my talk and encouragement was building him up.  He was going
up the hill. I had a feeling he was like Master Jim and Master Zack that
needed to feel like they had opened that secret place only Masters can get
into in a slave's ass for the sweetest part of the fuck.  I relaxed my
rosebud completely and he felt it. He knew he had gotten into my secret
area and he was going to take it away from me.  I encouraged him again.

"Goddamn, Master X, you've taken it away from this slave. That's the good
stuff right there, Master, take all you want. You've fucked me really hard
to get it, Master.  It's yours! Claim it, Master!"  All of a sudden I felt
his flow begin and it was all I could do to keep from coming but I didn't.
I managed to hold it back.

He came so hard it must have been a great emotional release for him as
well. He collapsed on me and began to sob. I threw my arms around him and
held him close.  He started to withdraw his cock.

"No, please, Master, stay in me for a while. You need to stay for a while.
I have to milk you for the rest of your seed."  Master X shoved his massive
dick all the way back in at my request and continued to sob in my arms.  I
continued to hold him tight and gently milk him with my ass feeling more of
his flow spill into me.

I didn't try to stop his crying.  I held him and insisted he remain in me
until he got it all out.  He did, then he kissed me gently on the mouth and
I returned it.

"Feel better, my good Master?"

"A lot, slave.  You were one boffo fuck.  I took all I wanted and then
some. You never once made me feel unwelcome.  I'm so use to that from the
eunuchs; however, I fuck them anyway. I have to, it's my job. Just once I'd
like one of them to give to me freely like you just did.  That's why I
broke down. I won't apologize because I feel you understand."

"I do , Master X, but I promise you anytime you and I join for sex, no
matter who is doing the fucking you'll get all of me freely given.  So will
your Master. I've been trained so that it's inconceivable for me to do
otherwise."

"Then you will become the Captain's property.  He will have you for his
number one slave. I will serve you as willingly as I do him, slave.  You
have earned my respect with that fuck."

"And you, mine, Dungeon Master. It's rare that I have been fucked with that
much passion from any Master and I thank you for using me. Whether I'm over
you or not I'll always thank any man that throws as good a fuck into me as
you just did." He kissed me again gently and started to withdraw again.

"Please stay a while longer, Master X.  Are we about to arrive?"

"No, we have about thirty minutes yet. Like another drink?"

"If you don't withdraw from me, Sir, I'd love one." He laughed at my
bargain.

"Deal, slave!  You feel really too good to pull out of right now
anyway. Let's just let it soak up there while we enjoy our drinks." He
popped another Screwdriver for me and another Martini for him.  We clinked
cans in toast. He moved us on our sides so we lay facing each other. One
elbow propping each of us up to drink our cocktails.

Every now and then he would take a good long deep stroke into my ass and I
would thank him, telling him how good he felt. He truly loved to fuck ass
but didn't seem to be getting much pleasure from the harem that he was
servicing.  He told me it was a job.  He fucked 'em and sent them on their
way.  Wasn't much emotion to it. He compared it to jacking off.

He told me sometime jacking off was more pleasure than keeping the harem
serviced. He said none of them would ever consider what we were doing right
now.

"This is more like making love, slave, to enjoy your partner. Talking
quietly and knowing they are enjoying having you in them. Once in a while
letting them ride on your shaft to watch the pleasure cross their face.
Swapping a little spit or enjoying a drink together. This is what love's
all about. Enjoying each other."

"I agree, Dungeon Master and it's a shame more people don't take the time
to give these little things to each other.  They can mean so much."  He
took another deep stroke into my ass.

"Damn, Master X, that one felt great. Another, please." He complied. It was
a good one.

"Do we have time for you to take me one more time, Master?"

"Are you serious, slave? You want me to take you again?"

"Let me take you, Master.  You lay back and I'll ride you off."

"No slave has ever done that for me, I don't think I could get off that
way, but I'm willing to try, slave.  Show me what you got."

He adjusted himself on the leather throw pillows and I began to ride him
slowly.  He got a grin on his face like he didn't know how he should react.
When I started to stroke him a lot harder and stronger with some pretty
steady rhythms his looked changed to one of 'Holy shit! This slave is
serious. This is starting to feel pretty damn good.'

I new I had his attention when he stretched out his body and settled lower
in the throw pillows with his head.  He began to arch his back every now
and then to meet some of my harder, ass slapping strokes to the base of his
cock as we began to climb two hills at once.  The hill up to the Mansion
where his Master lived and his climb toward shooting his second load into
me.  He arched his back to meet my strokes,

"Oh Shit, slave, you've done it! I can't hold it any longer. You're taking
it away from me you little shit.  Oh God, that's good, I can't believe
it. Fuck you're getting it all in your ass, slave. Take it, Son.  Take it
all!  You've earned it, slave! Milk it, Son! Get it all! Arrrruuug!  He
groaned.  I eased off and slowly began to milk the last out and he began to
laugh and I joined him.

"Thank you, Master X, for letting me ride you. You have one hell of a fine
riding cock.  I hope to ride it again for you before the weekend is
over. With your permission of course."

"Are you kidding? I won't get you away from that old man for a minute
unless you suggest we perform for him."

"Then you can count on it, Master X.  I want to ride you again. Even if I
have to perform for our Master."  He kissed me and looked out the window.

"Holy shit, we're almost there and I haven't put your collar on. Let me get
your plug back in you." He plugged my ass quickly, retrieved the collar
from the other compartment and had me join him.

"You won't have to dress as we'll be inside the compound and no one can see
anyway. Grab my cod piece for me and snap it back!" I hurriedly did as he
requested. The gate was opening and we were both laughing trying to get
ready to exit the Limo. We finally got our act together and he snapped a
leash onto my collar. We were ready.  He grabbed me, hugged me, and kissed
me sincerely.

"Thanks, slave, I could love you, easily."

"Thank you, Master X, I feel the same about you."

The door to the Limo was opened and the driver helped me out. He took my
bag and Master X followed.  He took my leash and led me up the steps to an
impressive Mansion in the desert.  It was huge. We walked to the front door
and lights came on.  A butler opened the front door in uniform with
tails. He bowed to the Dungeon Master and me but didn't react to me being
nude.

"Gwenn, this is our weekend slave, Beau James." Gwenn extended his hand and
I shook it.

"It's a pleasure, Mr. James, just call me Gwenn."

"Thank you, Sir."

"Just, Gwenn."

"Thank you, Gwenn."

"Excellent!  Master's gong to find you most acceptable. Eh, Dungeon
Master?"

"You can say that again, Gwenn." Master X threw at him."This one's a
keeper."

"Where's our Master, Gwenn?"

"He's in the spa, Dungeon Master, and asked that you and the new slave join
him there."

"Come with me then, slave." He led me by my leash down a flight of stairs
out into a huge greenhouse affair that was a covered pool.  Inside was an
enormous spa and a huge man almost as big as my giant was sitting in it
alone.  He had a black hood over his head that fit perfectly.  He arose
from the spa and walked toward us looking me up and down. He held me at
arms length and looked closely at every ring.  He gently took my cock in
his hand and examined my cock ring.

I think he was smiling. It was hard to tell with his mask on. I happened to
look at his cock. Holy Mother! It was almost as big a Big Beryl's but much
fatter. It was like a long beer can. My ass hurt just looking at it.  I can
understand what his Dungeon Master meant about enduring the pain.

Having been a virgin, to have a dick like that slammed up his butt must
have really been painful.  I had to admire him for getting through it. The
big man enfolded me in his big hairy arms and kissed the top of my head.

"Welcome to my home, slave Beau. You're as comely as I've been told and
your rings are impressive.  Were they done recently?"

"Last weekend, Master."

"No! Couldn't be. They're healed."

"I know, Sir, it's hard to believe but I have a story to tell you."

"Come, both of you, sit in the pool with me. Dungeon Master, take off your
gear and join us.  How did he perform for you on the way here, Dungeon
Master?"

"On the chance of suffering your wrath, Captain, I will, with all honesty,
tell you in front of this slave, if you let this one get away you are a
fool, Sir!"

"Strong words from a slave but I'll accept them in the spirit they were
meant, to impress me with your strong opinion of this slave's performance.
Well said, Dungeon Master.  Then he performed well?"

"Much better than just 'well,'" Master, excellent! Top notch! Boffo! I want
him again."

"Pretty strong recommendation from my number one slave and Dungeon
Master. What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I'm pleased and honored to be here and to be your slave for the weekend,
Master."

"Dungeon Master, call Gwenn to get us a round of drinks.  For you young
man?"

"Anything with Vodka, right Beau?"

"Please, Sir."

"Come here and sit by this old man, Son."  I joined him in the warm water
that smelled of the same sulfur as Big Beryl and Blaine's hot spring fed
spa." He put his big arm around me and pulled me close to him. I felt as if
I'd been in his big arms before, somewhere.

"Have you had dinner, slave?"

"No, Sir, I missed lunch as well."

"No problem, I had cook make us a late dinner. It will be light but
filling."

"Now, about these beautiful rings. Who decided you were to have them and
how are they healed so quickly?"

"My Dungeon Master who trained me and another Master whom I love very much
decided that I should be ringed last weekend.  They asked a gentleman and
his slave to a family gathering at Joshua Tree.  They were from Palm
Springs and he's called the Ring Master."

"Oh, Yes, 'Lord of the Rings' in Palm Springs."

"Yes, Sir.  He did a great job and when he was through my tits were really
hurting bad. My cock was all, the shot to deaden my septum wore off and
everything was starting to hurt. This young man whom several in my family
rescued from being murdered in a gay bar the previous Sunday was with us.

He told me he could stop any pain and accelerate healing. I've seen some
pretty strange things in my day so I though, 'Why not humor the kid.' Damn,
Sir, immediately after he touched me, the pain went away and almost
overnight they were healed.  A doctor at the hospital where Yoshie works
looked at them the following Monday and couldn't believe they were done the
previous Saturday."

"Yoshie? Sam and Yoshie?"

"Doctor Yoshiro Tagame, Sir."

"He made it! Son of a bitch! I told Sam he would. That's great news. He's
working at a hospital all ready?"

"Yes, Sir.  He's an intern in ER.  We took this kid, Will, we rescued in a
gay bar to Yoshie. His stupid Master broke seven of his ribs and his left
arm by kicking him with steel toed boots.  I jumped on his back and beat
the living crap out of him.

My Dungeon Master scooped Will up out of harms way and we rushed him to the
hospital. One week and a day later he was completely healed.  He said his
old platoon leader from Vietnam had great healing powers stronger than his.
He sat in his arms in a spa in Joshua Tree for about an hour and a half. He
was completely healed when we took him in for check up that following
Monday."

"Is this for real, Son?"

"I don't lie, Master."

"I've heard that about you, Son, so I believe you." The Dungeon Master was
entering the pool. I reached up to give him my hand. He smiled and took it
to ease himself into the water.

"Thoughtful! Manners, I see! Giving your hand to the Dungeon
Master. Considerate."

"Get's my vote." Muttered the Dungeon Master. I playfully grabbed his cock
under the water and he rolled with laughter.

"Watch it kid or we'll be performing for our Master."

"Not before dinner. You will join us for dinner, Dungeon Master."

"Thank you, Master, an honor, Sir."

"Beau was telling me some miraculous things about his piercings healing.
Also a story about a young man with seven broken ribs and a broken arm
healing within one weeks time."

"I've heard of such things but never witnessed them for myself." said the
Dungeon Master. "I have a feeling though, if this young man told you it was
true, you can believe it, Master."

"I do. His truthfulness has been verified by several sources."

"Master Bear, may I call you that?"

"That, Captain, Master or Sir!"

"Certainly, Master, thank you, Sir. I feel like I know you. I've met you
before. You're not a stranger to me."

"We've never met. I'd remember a young man like you for sure."

"Perhaps I'm mistaken, Sir. I feel like I know you from somewhere in my
recent past."

"Who do you think I am, Son?"

"I'd rather not say, Sir. Unless ordered to, then I would comply. Given my
choice I'd rather see how this comes out and for what reason. I'll make you
a deal, Sir. I'll write who I think you might be on a piece of paper and
we'll seal it in a envelope. We'll let the Dungeon Master keep it. The
night they announce the result of the bidding, a week from tomorrow, you
may open it."

"What do I win if you're wrong?"

"Anything you want, Master."

"What if I want your cock and balls mounted on a plaque for my den?"

"If you win the bid and I sign your unconditional contract they're yours to
do with as you like anyway. If you want them for your den then they will
grace your den." The Dungeon Master roared with laughter.

"He's got a point, Master."

"Indeed. What if I ask for your love if you're wrong."

"If you win the bid, Master Bear, I will try to love you with all my
heart. It's not a matter of having no options. For me it's a matter of
principal. The man that owns me or thinks enough of me to bid the highest
to possess me deserves my love. I would try to give you that whether I'm
wrong or not." Again the Dungeon Master laughed.

"I told you this man is not your usual slave, Captain."

"Then you must grant me one wish which I will think of between now and
then."

"Agreed, Master Bear."  There was a long silence.

"What will you offer the slave if he's correct, Captain?" The Dungeon
Master smiled and winked at me.

"Simple. I'll offer him the same. He may be granted one wish from me if he
makes a connection and we both remember where we've met before. It really
is no contest. I'm quite sure we've never met before.

"So it should do no harm to grant him that if you're sure, right Master?"
His Master didn't respond.

"There's been some misunderstanding, I wasn't the one to suggest a
wager. Forgive me if I'm wrong, Sir, but I was just trying to remember
where we've met before. I didn't mean to turn it into a wager. You don't
have to grant me anything if I'm right but to admit I was correct."

"Sounds fair to me, Captain." said the Dungeon Master.

"Young man, I think you've made a friend and he's become your personal
cheering section." I put my arms around the Dungeon Master, hugged and
kissed him.

"He made one, too, Captain."  The Dungeon Master blushed.

"Come on, you two, let's go to dinner. X, get our guest slave and yourself
a robe to wear to Dinner. I have mine here." Master X went to a cabinet by
the pool and got us two clean white terry cloth robes.

"Everyone in this household wears something to the table.  I know some
Masters like their slaves nude all the time and I agree except when it
comes to dining. I feel it is the civilized thing to wear clothes to dine."

We walked through a long formal dinning room that must have been forty feet
long with a table almost the same length of a beautiful hand rubbed
rosewood. It must have cost a fortune. We went on through a serving, food
warming room to a huge kitchen.

There was a large wooden table with eight place settings around.  We were
to eat in the kitchen.  Wonderful.  I loved the Kitchen and all its
ambiance. I met the cook, excuse me, Chief, Andre'. He was a tiny little
French man that was quick and funny. He looked like Salvadore Dali with a
soup ladle. Straight as a board.  Insisted Zee Cap-ee-tan have me open my
robe for him.

I opened my robe and Andre' did one of those lecherous French laughs and
winked at his Master. Gwenn was there, the Driver of the Limo Frank, and a
big, tall, broad shouldered, cowboy, Noel, the Stable Master. We sat down
to an unbelievable meal of turkey crepes with a sauce that was delicious. A
spinach souffle and a mild garlic creamed potatoes. A small arugula and
romaine hearts salad with a raspberry vinegarette dressing. A light but
delicious Rhine wine to drink.  The Captain had discriminating taste and
obviously a pocket book to afford them.

It impressed the hell out of me he was sitting down with the help like they
were family and everyone was talking openly about everything.  The help
just assumed I would be coming to live with them.  They never spoke of "if'
you come or 'if' Master wins your bid. It was 'when' you come to stay.
They seem to have no doubt I would belong to the Captain as his
property. At one point I stopped Frank , the Limo Driver.

"You generous people assume that the Captain is going to purchase me. He
doesn't even know me yet.  He hasn't tried me on for size. You wouldn't buy
a new pair of boots unless you tried them on first.  From the rumors and
what I've observed about the Captain, I just may not fit."  They all roared
with laughter at my joke.

"Young slave," said Gwenn, "To be honest with you Andre' and myself have
grilled the Dungeon Master as to your performance in the Limo on the way
here.  Frank said he could barely keep the car on the road."  Everyone
laughed.

"The Dungeon Master assures us your performance and personality is first
rate and that's enough for us. The Captain will use you certainly but the
Dungeon Master is so rarely wowed by anyone outside his Master that to see
him that excited,...well, you can imagine. Furthermore, young man, you have
exhibited impeccable manners this evening to the household staff and made
us feel comfortable with you and your humor.

Gentleman, I propose a toast to our newest household member, slave Beau!"

"Here! Here! They all clinked glasses in a toast to me, including the
Captain."  I looked at him like, 'Aren't you gonna' bail me out here?'  He
just smiled and ate his food.

"Of course I will try on the new pair of boots this very evening and I want
no ears being pressed up against my bedroom door. And, Frank, X, and Gwenn
I know all about the FM radio microphone you set up in the flower
arrangement by the night stand. It has been switched off."  Gwenn smiled
sheepishly and snapped his fingers like, 'foiled again.'

"We're sorry, Master, we were..."

"I know, I know, you were concerned and interested, but let your old Master
have some privacy especially with his new slave who very well may become
your new Master of the household.  I ordered this dinner tonight so you
could meet him, get to know him for yourselves and I promise I will not buy
him until I've had input from everyone of you.

Now, who of you would like to use him this weekend?" All hands went up
including Gwenn's.

"Damn it, Gwenn and Andre,' you're both straight. Now put your hands down."
They giggled like errant children. Andre' shrugged his shoulders.

"Eat ees true, Mon Cap-ee-tan, we are straight but zee blow job,...eat
knows no sex." I fell out laughing with the rest of the hired help.

"Yeah, yeah, I know, and ju would shoot 'eem full wiz zee light cream sauce
like zee French pastry, no?"  The Captain mocked his Chief.  Andre' shook
with laughter and pointed his finger at his Master.

"Touche,' Mon Cap-ee-tan."

Well, the Captain had a delightful sense of humor and related well with his
help.

"Frank you're lowest in seniority, sorry.  Noel, we may have time tomorrow
afternoon for you to show our guest slave the tack room and your favorite
horse." Noel only grunted. Everyone giggled, Noel obviously was hung like
one of the horses he cared for.  He was long, tall, lean and hard
looking. He made the Marlborough man look like a sissy.

He smiled, nodded at me and tipped his big wide brimmed straw cowboy hat.
Somehow, that was one ride I was going to look forward to. Noel was like a
roller coaster ride you were scared to death of as a kid but knew in your
heart you had to try,---just to say you did.

We broke up after dinner and I started helping to clear the table with the
rest of the help. The Captain allowed me to and he and the Dungeon Master
patiently waited for me.  Gwenn, Andre, and Frank couldn't believe I
pitched in to help them. Andre looked that the Captain.

"Ohn, hnn, hnn, Mon Cap-ee-tan, you no buy zeece slave, you crazeey."

"Thanks for the tip Andre.' I take it your vote is a 'Oui.'  No?" The
Captain asked Andre.'  They dismissed me and I rejoined the Dungeon Master
and the Captain. The Captain decided he wanted more spa and we followed him
there.  Soon Gwenn arrived with a silver ice bucket with a bottle of
expensive Champagne and three glasses.  He popped the cork and poured three
glasses. One for each of us in the pool.

"Here's to you, slave Beau. May your visit with us be a happy experience
for you."  We toasted and I thanked him.

"It's already been delightful, Captain and I enjoyed your staff.  They
certainly speak their minds. That shows their trust in you."

"They've all been with me for years and know what they can get away
with. Andre' is a sketch. You never know what's coming out of his mouth
next. If you've captured his heart you've accomplished something, right X?"

"That's true, Beau. He's very suspicious of people at first. You won him
over in a heart beat.  Noel kept licking his lips all through dinner and it
wasn't from the food."

"You noticed, too?"  The Captain laughed at Master X's statement.

"Where are your other slaves this evening, Captain?" I asked.

"I've farmed them out for the weekend. A couple of the younger ones are
rented out for the weekend and the three older ones have part time Masters
that love to fuck a eunuch from time to time. I didn't want the Dungeon
Master nor myself to have to be bothered with them this weekend.

I wanted X to be on call anytime it might please me to use him. If he has
them to look after then I have to take that in consideration." Master X
finished his glass of Champagne and asked if his Master had no further use
of him may he have permission to retire to his quarters.

"Permission granted, slave, but keep your harness and boots out and lay out
your E Hood in case I might want you. I will call you if I need you. You
did well tonight, slave, I'm proud of you."

"Yes, Master, thank you, Sir."  I stood, hugged and kissed the Dungeon
Master and he blushed.

"Thank you, Beau, I appreciate that."

"It was my pleasure, Master X, I hope I get to serve you again this
weekend."

"Me, too, handsome slave, me, too."  He gathered his leathers and left.

"Come here handsome slave and lay in my arms.  My Dungeon Master called it
right, you are a handsome young man." I did as ordered which was not a hard
order to follow because his big hairy arms cried out for someone to hold.
Those arms were made for holding on to someone and never letting go. Not
out of shear power but out of the love they projected.

"You move fast, slave. You've captured the hearts of my household in the
first evening you're here. Will you capture my heart as quickly?"

"I didn't try to capture their hearts, Master, I'm just trying to be myself
but it is flattering that they approved of me, especially the Dungeon
Master. I'm quite fond of him."

"Would you like me to give him to you for your own slave?"

"Oh, goodness no, Master Bear, I'm a slave. I am what I want to be. What
would a slave do with a slave?"

"Order him to fuck the shit out of you if you like. He knows better than to
say no. Fuck the shit out of him.  He'll lay there and take it as hard and
as long as you want to fuck him. Kiss me, slave."  I turned my head to him
and found his mouth within the leather hood.  He tasted of man and leather
all in one. A very sexy taste. I instantly got hard which didn't go
unnoticed by him. His monster began to grow as well.

"Would you like to pleasure me this evening, slave?"

"I could say something smart right now, Master, that would be inappropriate
but my heart is truly into being a slave.  With that in mind I would love
to serve and pleasure you this evening, Sir."

"Why would you consider something inappropriate to say, pretty slave!"

"Perhaps to have you not like me so you wouldn't want to bid for me."

"I see. There's always a reason why people do things or react a certain
way. At least you have the courage to be honest with me. Let me
guess. There's another Master you're very much in love with, that is
expected to win the bid within his family clan. The rest just accept the
fact that the Dungeon Master has you in mind for him."

"Well, it's a little more complicated than that. I'm in love with two
Masters. They've bonded as brothers and have agreed to share me."

"That's unusual but not unheard of. Who might these two lucky men be?  Tell
me about them."

"One is an LAPD Motorcycle Officer with the most beautiful, violet eyes
you've ever seen. His name is Master Earl D. Shaw. He lost his slave four
or five years ago in a plane crash going back to visit his family in
Georgia. His name was Wes.  As it turned out we didn't find out until we
fell in love I new Was by another name in Vietnam and he and I were lovers
there.

I rescued him and six other guys from bamboo cages they were being held in
by the VC.  I slowly got each one of them out and we made it back to
safety.  Wes and I fell in love because of that.  I knew him in Nam as
David Johnson. He came back and I stayed over there for another hitch."

"That seems almost more than a coincidence that two men who loved the same
man would find each other and fall in love."

"It is more than coincidence. Several folks are convinced Wes has planned
the whole thing.  He loved us both and wanted us to be together. He
arranged for us to meet and fall in love. He's still pulling the strings."

"That sounds kind a weird, Son. Do you know the implications of what you
just said."

"Yes Sir, but it's true."

"How do you know its true?"

"He visits me regularly. I talk with him. I can summon him anytime I want."

"No! Could you summons him right now, right this minute?"

"Yes, Sir, he would come to me."

"I don't think I want to challenge you on that one, Son, I've heard some
pretty spooky stories about you. For the moment let's say I'm open minded
but skeptical."

"Now, tell me about Master number two."

"He's my Dungeon Master. His name is Jim Johnson. Everyone calls him Big
Jim. He's bigger than you, Sir, and you're pretty damn big. He's my
giant. He's my rock. He's my buddy. He's my co-conspirator. He's my Master
but he's more than that.  He's my big brother.  He's my dad sometimes. He's
my slave-driving gym buddy.  He's my big blue ox."

"Your what?" He laughed

"You remember the story of Paul Bunyan and his big blue ox?"

"Oh, yes, Babe, the giant blue ox."

"Yes Sir, that's the one."

"It paints a pretty descriptive picture of what he must be like and what he
means to you."

"Most of all he's my Dungeon Master and I'm so fucking proud of him. The
way he's stepped into the roll and the way he's pushed me to become the
best slave I might become. I know I'm not there yet but I hope to be one
day."

"You're doing pretty fair so far, slave. So, do you love these men
equally?"

"No, Sir, I love Master Earl more than I love the Dungeon Master on the
other hand I love the Dungeon Master more than I love Master Earl." He fell
out laughing at the nonsensical statement I'd just made. A conundrum fugue.

"You know, this is gonna' sound weirder than the statement you just made
but I think I understand what you're trying to say.  They both bring
different things to your life and neither is better than the other, they're
just different."

"Exactly, Sir. I love them both very much in different ways. It was a real
conundrum for me for a while and damn near drove me crazy trying to figure
how I could love one so much and still have this hole in my heart for the
other.  They solved it for me. They took it out of my hands. They decided
how 'they' were going to love me."

"This is a loaded question. Wouldn't it be easier to give all your love to
one Master?"

"Perhaps, Sir, but if you only knew these two men you would understand why
I love them both. Then again, I seem to fall in love with everyone that's
has a good heart and is giving to others."

"Do you think you could fall in love with me, slave?" I hesitated.

"I won't be coy, Master, I'll be honest but my honesty comes at a great
price to me. I all ready have fallen in love with you. I have loved you for
a long time. Your soul and mine have touched before.  The price I pay is to
have you think me fickle.  You might think I can foolishly turn my back on
the two men I love, to tell you that I feel love for you.  I'm not that
way, Sir"

"If you win the bid you have no fear of not getting a complete slave. I
haven't been trained to withhold anything from my Master.  Besides, when I
made up my mind to become a slave I knew there was a possibility this might
occur and I might even lose my manhood. I've overcome those concerns and
can only tell you that my own personal psyche wouldn't allow me to do
otherwise."

"Why do you say our souls have touched before?"

"I know we have some connection with each other. It's said that there are
only six degrees of separation between any two people on our planet. It
hasn't been totally revealed to me yet but it will be. I have loved you for
sometime. Forgive my a boldness Master with a loaded question to you but is
honesty a oneway street with you?"

"That's more than a loaded question slave, that boarders on impertinent."

"Only if it's not true, Master. Whether you admit it to me or not you know
in your heart it's true. What Master would ask his slave to trust him when
he won't trust his slave?"  He mused for a moment, looking upset but in
control, not knowing how to react. Then spoke.

"Okay, you win that one, slave. You're far more perceptive and cunning than
I was led to believe. The Dungeon Master warned me and I should have
listened. You are an unusual slave but that's what I'm looking for. Not
some sniveling, ass kissing, fairy sycophant, that will tell me what he
thinks I want to hear. Neither do I want another eunuch.

I want a slave that will love me honestly and will not be afraid of me to
stick his neck out to make me think.  One that will do exactly what you
just did, boarder on the impertinent, as respectfully as possible of
course.  Even if I decide he's wrong and go against him I want him to be
able to respectfully tell me I'm full of shit. In private of course and
never in front of the household."

"Then I put it to you Master that love and honesty are almost but not quite
synonymous. If not identical twins then at least fraternal. How can you
have one without the other? How can you ask love of your slave if you don't
provide both?"

"Okay, I accept your concerns. Let's get past that for right now. You don't
have to have every reason for a Master's actions. I accept you feel you all
ready do love me even if you don't know why. If so, given you love/honesty
comparison, you must have trusted me at one time to love me now, agreed?"

"It seems logical, Master, yes, I know I can trust you it's just not clear
right now why you're hiding yourself from me."

"Even if you feel that way you must accept my word it is for your sake. Let
that be the end of this line of discussion. I will entertain no more
questions nor your ideas about love and trust that indirectly refers to
this concern of yours.  Accept that the universe is unfolding as it should
and all will be revealed to you in time. I promise you won't lose your
genitals.

I admit to my mistakes and wish now I hadn't cut all my slaves. It takes
the passion out of them and not a one will stand up to me nor the Dungeon
Master. I won't make that mistake with you. Besides, how could I ask you to
be over the Dungeon Master without your cock and balls when I've allowed
him to keep his.

I'll tell you a secret. He lives with the threat everyday of losing his but
I would never do it unless he did something really crazy. I know him
well. He's devoted to me. He will never admit it but he loves me deeply. I
need more than that. I need a slave that will actively return love. I hoped
at one time he would work and grow into becoming my number one but he can't
or won't love a man.  He's a slave and has no choice but to have sex with
men because I say he has to.

That was part of the deal when I bought him from some rather shady
characters in a large Italian family back east.  He knows if he ever tried
to escape or not perform he will either be cut or I'll make one phone call
and within twenty four hours he will either be returned to me for
punishment or dead.

There were a few other things he's required to do under their conditions
but I won't go into those except to say he has learned to do them and
accepts them as part of his being allowed to live.  They check up on his
progress regularly and either send someone to watch him perform for me or I
send them Super 8 films of his performance at their request.

He wears a small battery operated signal device on the back of his collar
that is locked in place. His collar is made of a leather covered titanium
alloy band that is virtually impossible to cut.  It will send a traceable
signal for two weeks that can easily be tracked with in a hundred mile
radius. I change the batteries regularly as part of my agreement when I
purchased him."

"I had no idea he was that kind of slave. Then he's not consensual?"

"No, he's not, so you must be careful. You may love him but don't fall 'in'
love with him. He's capable of manipulating you to get what he wants and
might try for his freedom. You must not have sympathy for him because he's
serving out a sentence as if he were in prison.  He has it a lot better
here than he would in a prison even if he is forced to go against his
nature. He's alive and well with the best of food and care.

There a thousands of men behind bars that would gladly switch places with
him in a heartbeat. Do you understand his position?"

"Perfectly Sir, but I'm still fond of him."

"I'll give him to you as a present if you come to be my slave!"

"I'd rather you be the Master and let me use him from time to time."

"Beginning tomorrow he will be instructed to refer to you as Master Beau,
Sir, or Master."

"If that's your wish I will obey, Master.  He does have a nice riding
cock."

"You like to ride cocks, slave?"

"Yes, Sir, I've been told I'm decent at it."

"Are you also modest?"

"I try to be, Sir."

"Kiss me, slave!"

He kissed me gently but passionately the way a Master would tell a beloved
slave that he needed to use him, to give him love and respect for the
honor. He had captured my soul with his kiss. I knew I had to give this man
his due as his slave within the walls of his home for the weekend. I was a
slave and this man deserved no less from me than my two Masters.

We got out of the Spa and he held my robe for me as I put my arms through
the sleeves and I held his for him. He held me again in his big arms and
kissed me gently. Instead of taking me by my leash he gently put his arm
around me and led me to his bedroom.

It was beautiful and tastefully decorated in a Southwest theme with pastel
colors. Lots of Indian blankets and rugs. He held my robe for me as I
slipped out of it.  I helped him with his and placed it on the same chair
he put mine on. He lowered the lights to a couple of very small indirect
lights that lit up behind a couple of tropical plants.

He picked me up with no effort. Looked me in the eyes, kissed me again then
took me to his bed and laid me gently on top. He took me as a slave but
fucked and made love to me like a lover. His was the cock that had been
copied and made into rubber companions for thousands of people in the
world.

I had the original up my ass taking from me all he wanted and then some. He
seemed surprised and pleased that I worked my ass with every thrust he
made. He seemed to really be enjoying his weekend slave's ass. He would
stop every now and then to make a little more love, to tell me how great a
fuck he thought I was and he had to have more of my ass.

He was taking all he wanted of my butt and made me feel like it was his
first time.  He not only knew how to fuck a slave and take what he wanted
but how to make them want to give up more to him. Only two other people
have ever affected me that way.  My two Masters.

I didn't have to ask him if I could get mine. He had it planned he was
going to get me off exactly as he was hitting his and he did.  He begin
building up his strokes into me to be harder and faster until I knew he was
about to arrive. I felt his body shudder all over, he took one huge stroke,
slammed his dick into my ass and held it there as his flow of come began to
gush into my gut.

He took one more huge stroke and I shot all over his massive chest as he
hunched over me still emptying his seed into me.  He took another good,
deep stroke to get more out and I shot my second volley.  Then he started
fucking me really hard and deep again. He yelled at me to get the rest out
and I did. The third volley of my come shot out larger than the first.

He collapsed on top of me still deep within my ass and we lay there
together as I thanked him for the good fucking he just gave me. How much I
appreciated him using my slave's ass and how good it was of him to allow me
to come with him. He kissed me again, the smell of come, leather, healthy
clean male odors filled my lungs and made me feel peaceful.  I felt at home
in this man's arms and bed. If I had to, I knew at that moment that I could
love him very much.

He was different than the Masters I was use to.  He was strict, demanding
and in charge at all times; however, he had a tender, loving and forgiving
side that counterbalanced the other. I never mentioned his hood to him or
if he was going to take it off in my presence.  How bad could it be if he
was truly burned?

If you love someone their face being burned or scared isn't going to
influence you that much. If anything, to my way of thinking, that sort of
thing gives a person character.  I was a firm believer of Beauty and the
Beast.

As a kid, I could never understand why she'd want to trade that wonderfully
sexy beast for that clown in the tights with long stringy blonde hair, that
fruity little flat cap placed back on the head just so, with those pointy
toed shoes that curled up on the ends?

Holy Shit! I use to look at my children's book of the story and think, 'Why
the Hell would she trade that fine looking beast in for that fruit cake?' I
wanted her to stay with the beast and live happily ever after getting the
B'Jesus fucked out of her by this half man, half animal. She would have
been much happier. I just knew. I knew I would have.

He rolled us to our sides and stayed in me for sometime as I milked his
dick with my ass to get that last of his come into me.

"That feels so good.  I haven't had a slave do that for me in a very long
time."

"Why not, Master, don't your eunuch slaves take care of you?"

"There isn't much affection there. They perform but they have a way of
letting you know that's all they're doing. As little as they have to put
into it to get through and out.  I'm thinking about selling the lot of 'em
and keeping only X.  I can't get rid of him. Not only because he is part of
a very lucrative business deal, a responsibility I accepted but because he
has given me some memorable fucks.

Mostly because I took 'em away from him. Raped him.  Funny though, he
always seemed to enjoy those times the best." He finally pulled out and I
ask if I might take him to the shower and bathe him.  He stopped and looked
at me like, 'Are you serious?'

"I'd like that very much, slave. Come and bathe your Master."  I did and
had to be careful not to get water or soap on the leather hood. He had a
clean out hose in his shower and it was easy for me to rinse him down after
soaping him.  It was only in the shower I realized how big a man he was.

If he wasn't as big as my giant he was damn close. Through the black
leather hood I could see the most beautiful, haunting, pale blue eyes I'd
ever seen.  Master Jeb's blue eyes were startling but they were deep blue
pools. The Captain's eyes were almost a teal blue, a power blue. Unusual
but penetrating.

He watched me and my movements like a hawk.  He couldn't take his eyes off
me. It was flattering. I toweled him dry and he seemed to relax and revel
in the joy of my attention. I could serve this man with no problem. He
needed someone to serve him. To take care of him and to do little things to
make him feel important and cared for.

Someone who's attention alone could make up for a load of disappointments
the world might throw at him.  Thank God, I got through to Master Zack the
importance of small things like bathing and toweling a Master which is not
only serving but a tactile sensual bonding between two men. Something a
slave needs as well as his Master.

We lay there in bed afterward making love and I turned my back side to him
for him to hold me in his big hairy arms.  For a split second I was back in
the arms of my giant and I felt a tear roll down my cheek at the thought of
not having him in my life if the Captain were to win the bid.  From what
his help told me, I was as good as his.

"Thank you, slave, for giving to me tonight."

"I'm your slave for the weekend, Master, I gave to you because it's your
due. You paid the money to try me for a weekend but more than that I gave
to you because it was in my heart to give to you. You're a good and kind
man whom I have loved for a some time." He didn't comment on my last
statement.

"Good night, sweet slave!"

"Good night, Master."



Part II ~ The Brown Dirt Cowboy

The next morning we lay in bed talking and laughing about things and the
Captain asked if I was getting hungry. I said 'yes.'

"I'll have Andre' fix us something and Gwenn with bring it up.  We'll have
breakfast here on the patio.  Would you like a Bloody Mary or Screwdriver
this morning?"

"Are you having anything, Master?"

"Yes, a Mary, I think, join me?"

"Yes, Sir, please." He called down to Gwenn and ask him to bring up two
Bloody Marys on the mild side.  It wasn't long before there was a knock at
the door and the Captain yelled for Gwenn to enter. Gwenn waltzed into the
room with a tray and sat our drinks down on small napkins on the patio
table.  He smiled at me and at his Master.

"Gwenn, have Andre' fix us each an omelet with some fruit on the side.
What would you like, Son? Ham, Bacon, Denver, Hobo, Spanish?"

"Whatever your having, Sir!"

"Two Denver's then, Gwen, and Coffee."

"Thank you, Sir, will that be all?"

"The boots fit fine, Gwenn. A bit snug perhaps but otherwise, an extremely
comfortable fit." He said dryly.

"Oh, thank you, Sir, we were all hoping they might fit well."  He turned
and left.

We drank our drinks and enjoyed the view from his second story patio.  We
could look down on his stables and saw Noel out working with the horses. He
was a fine figure of a man.  He looked up, saw us on the patio, took off
his big, straw cowboy hat and waved to us.  We waved back.

"If you'd rather not I won't give you to Noel this afternoon."

"It's up to you, Master. I'm here to serve you. If you want to let Noel use
me that's your decision, Sir."

"You might enjoy him. I've seen his cock and it makes mine look like a
tooth pick. He's strange though.  He's been with me for a number of years,
keeps to himself, doesn't say much but he's a hard worker and always
pleasant.  I've offered him the eunuchs and he won't have any of them.

Some time ago he fell very much in love with a young rodeo cowboy.  He
hasn't fully gotten over that.  He still has pictures of the cowboy all
over his bunk room over the stables. Underneath the mean exterior is a good
man, Son.

Every now and then he brings home some gorgeous young man and fucks the
daylights out of them for a weekend or so, then gets rid of them.  They
fall in love with him and want to see him again but he doesn't seem to
care. X was right though, I saw the way he was looking at you and licking
his lips. He'd like to have you. He'd never admit it, never ask.  I think
you should try him and see if you like him. I travel sometime and can't
always take you with me. I'd want to know you might have a choice of him or
X for your pleasure if you get an itch. I think old Noel could scratch the
deepest itch you might have. Yes, I'll give you to him for a while this
afternoon.

I'll have him take you out for a ride in the desert if you like. He's a
great horseman. One of the finest.  Sometimes I think he'd rather be with
horses than people. If you get more than a handful of words out of him in a
day you've had a conversation. Not real big on chit-chat.  It's amazing,
you look enough like cowboy he fell in love with to be his brother."

Gwen brought breakfast and made sure we had everything we needed. He asked
Master if he could get us another drink. We both declined. The one was
enough. It was a stiff drink. The omelet was great and the fresh fruit
really complemented the food.  I thanked him for the food and drink
praising his selection of omelets and Andre's cooking.  He seemed pleased.

"Do you think you might care to fuck X this weekend, Son?"

"If you'd like for me to, Sir, I'll fuck him for your pleasure."

"If I have you fuck him you must take him as a slave and fuck him as one,
understood?"

"Yes, Sir, Master, I understand."

We finished breakfast and Master rung for Gwenn to come and take the plates
away. He came quickly and winked at me a couple of times.  After he left I
asked the Captain,

"Master I don't mean to be disrespectful of Gwenn but are you sure he's
straight?"

"Well, Gwenn's sorta' like spaghetti.  He's straight until you warm him
up." we both laughed at his joke. "I know he'd love to play with you but if
he wants to play straight I'll go along with his silly game; however, he
lost out, he knows it, too.  He'll ask me to reconsider, you just wait. I
won't but he'll ask.

He's one I won't push off on you. I'd have you suck "Le sauce du Frenchie"
before Gwenn.  Maybe if he were a bit more honest but he doesn't know which
side of the fence he wants to graze on. Fuck 'em." We laughed again.

"Now my sweet slave its getting late in the morning. Put on some levis,
your boots and a long sleeve shirt of some kind to protect your arms from
the desert sun. I'll take you for a tour and when we get back we can join
the help for a light lunch. Then I have some business in town for several
hours so I'll leave you in Noel's capable hands and tell him to take you
for a ride.

I won't elaborate on that. I'll just leave that up to you and old Noel. If
you're real lucky he may take you up to his secret cabin his fixed up. It's
an old miners cabin from years ago and he's fixed it up. I let him string
wire out there to it and he's got a well and everything.

On his days off he packs up a couple of horses and spends several days out
there alone.  Says he loves it out there. I'm the only one he's ever shown
the place to but I haven't been back out to see it since he's fixed it up.
Maybe you'll be number two"

"Is Noel shy? Maybe he feels uncomfortable around people."

"He might be but he never seemed that way to me. He just don't talk
much. The household staff says if they get 'hello' and 'goodbye' out of him
when he comes in for meals they feel like their old friends." He laughed.

"He may open up to you or then again, he may open you up. I'm proud of my
equipment. I've had untrained slaves that couldn't take me. Noel has the
single biggest cock I've seen on a man anywhere. His mother must have mated
with a Shetland pony.

He doesn't flaunt it nor brag about it. In fact, you may never get to see
it. You never know with him.  My Dungeon Master is a pretty shrewd judge of
people and if he said he saw lust in Noel's eyes then you just may.  I
expect a full report."

"Yes, Master."  He led me around the huge house upstairs and down. There
were six bedrooms upstairs and eight bedrooms downstairs.  The entire house
was done in a southwest motif.  A very expensive southwest motif. A mad
queen decorator walked in on a huge budget and done it up right. It looked
like the Captain should live here. It was a comfortable well thought out
home.

Next he showed me the garages and six single apartments above the garages
where the five eunuchs lived when they were home. They sounded like they
had decent lives; none of them worked. He gave each an allowance every week
and their room and board was free. Well, not really free.

They'd given up a lot for a place in his harem. I guessed guilt was the
only reason he kept them around.  Neither he nor the Dungeon Master had
much good to say about them.  I wondered if I would like them? If I was to
be over them how would I handle that politically?

He showed me the outdoor pool, spa and the tennis courts.  He showed me his
six greenhouses filled with exotic plants he collected from all over the
world. He was proud of all he had but somewhat resigned that it had become
a prison to him in some ways. Especially the large harem of eunuchs.  That
seemed to weigh heavily on him.

I really didn't understand, if they were slaves and he was unhappy, sell
them.  I'm sure there was more to it than that. One of the end garages was
converted into a small gym with every kind of equipment you could imagine
plus a steam room and sauna. The place was Club Med.

'A slave could get use to this.'  I thought to myself but I also saw it
came with a price. Maybe not losing my manhood but taking on the burden of
his problems. Why did he have to live this opulently? Why did he need five
eunuchs and a Dungeon Master.  I could see keeping X if he truly was
serving a sentence.

I could only imagine what he might have done to cause such wrath with the
Mob. Didn't they usually just 'whack' someone? Why sell a straight man to a
gay slave Master?  I didn't ask, I didn't want to know. I got the feeling
the Captain was a poor, rich man. He had everything but he had
nothing. Give me my family any fucking day of the week compared to
this. They knew the value of life, friends, and caring for each other.

We went in for lunch with the household help again. Andre' was holding
court and had everyone in stitches laughing except Noel. He just smiled.
One didn't see big mood swings with old Noel. The more I watched him out of
my well developed peripheral vision the more I saw what X and the Captain
were talking about.

He couldn't take his eyes off me. I didn't let him make me nervous.  I
pretended I didn't notice; however, it was difficult not to vibrate to the
same frequency the big man was tuned to.  This afternoon should be
interesting.

X came in dressed in a nice clean pair of Wrangler jeans and an expensive
pair of western boots. He had on a nice western shirt, belt and a 'Gimme'
hat.  He looked really hot. He was driving the Captain into town this
afternoon and had some personal business of his own to take care of.

We sat down to eat and Andre' had fixed plates of cold sliced meats to
build your own sandwich.  It was a great idea, everything was right there.
All you had to do was make it like you wanted.  I wasn't too hungry but had
enough to eat. Everyone was pleasant but Noel never said a word.

He just looked at me.  He didn't stare. He just continually looked at me. X
was sitting next to me and whispered,

"See what we mean, Master Beau?"

"I certainly do, Master X, it's a bit unnerving but I can handle it." I
laughed.

"Noel, X is driving me into town after lunch and I'll be sending Beau out
to tour the stables. We won't be back 'til five or probably six so
entertain him for me, please.  Take him for a ride in the desert, maybe
show him the old mine." Noel nodded and smiled at me.  Once again I helped
clear the table and put things away.  Andre' was agog that I was helping
and so was Gwenn.

The Captain told me to come to his room when I finished. Gwenn hugged
me. Andre' hugged and kiss me on each cheek like the French foreign legion.
I ran up the stairs to the Captain's room and knocked lightly on the door.

"Come!" He spoke loudly.  I entered the room and he came to me. I was
beginning to get use to the black leather hood and it made him very sexy.
A mysterious sexy.  He grabbed me and held me for a moment. He gently
kissed me and I melted in his huge arms, I couldn't hold back.  He needed
me at that moment for some reason and I gave all to him.  He stopped and
held me to him tightly.

"I wish I didn't have to go into town this afternoon but I do.  We'll have
all evening together. I'm so glad you're here. Try not to worry too much
about losing your two loves. Enjoy the time you have with me. We'll discuss
it and if you convince me you really love these two men perhaps, just
perhaps, I won't bid on you.  I think I'm coming to care for you enough
that I'd rather see you happy."  I hugged him again as he had to leave.

"May I shower and change before I go to the stables, Captain?"

"Certainly, Son, help yourself!  Call Gwenn if you need him.  I'll see you
this evening, have a good time with Noel." He winked and was gone. I
thought to myself if the Stable Master's dick was as big as the Captain
said I better make damn sure I'm clean.  I took my time and remained in the
shower for a while.

Afterward, I put on a nice western shirt Master Earl gave me and my best
pair of western boots. I'd bought them right after returning from Nam but
never wore them much.  Even though I was from 'shit kicker' country and
wore nothing but cowboy boots before I had a pair of shoes, I never wore
them much as an adult.

I wore my nice western belt with a big Rodeo buckle I'd won in a college
intermural Rodeo. I found my favorite 'Gimme' hat that read 'Delkab Feeds'
and put it on. I looked at myself in the mirror and was pleased I still had
that old Texan look about me.  I even threw my hips out and swaggered in my
boots as I walked out of the house to the stables.

I arrived at the stable and found Noel currying one of the horses. It was a
big bay colored gelding.  It took one look at me and snorted in disgust.  I
wasn't impressed with it either.  I hate horses.  Dumbest creatures God put
on this Earth. (Only because most of them got my number right away and were
much more clever than I.)

I grew up around horses and knew the mean little tricks they could pull on
you.  I could 'make do' and ride with the best of them but horses and I
just never got along. I was a small kid growing up and they intimidated the
holy hell out a' me. When one of them sensed a weakness in you they would
take advantage of it in a heartbeat.

"Howdy, Noel." I said with my best Texas drawl. He wasn't impressed, he
just nodded.

"Get 'chew a saddle in the tack room and throw it on the bay. He's an
ornery 'cuss but gentle enough if you know how to ride."

"I can ride." I said matter of factly, not trying to brag. I found a nice
saddle, brought it out and threw it on the back of the big bay.  He turned
around, snorted at me, then farted.  I still wasn't impressed. I grabbed
the belly cinch and looped it through the side ring of the saddle. I could
see Noel watching me closely out of the corner of his eye as he readied a
large, beautiful black stallion.

I pulled the belly cinch tight and checked that I hadn't pinched the animal
anywhere. Noel seemed impressed that I knew what I was doing and left me
alone.

"Anything I should know about this animal before I mount him, Stable
Master?"

"Naw!" Was all he said and watched as I put my boot in the stirrup.  I
grabbed the horn to pulled myself up, threw my leg over and into the
saddle. About that time, the bastard let out a big lung full of air he had
taken in when I cinched him. Of course the cinch band loosened, the saddle
drifted to port and I ended up on the ground.

Noel laughed his ass off. I could swear the fucking horse was laughing too
as he whinnied.  The bastard.  I was red faced with embarrassment.  Now,
you know why I hate the son's of bitches? I wasn't real pleased with Noel
either.

He knew the peculiarities of every horse in that stable.  He could have
warned me but he didn't. It may have been hilariously funny to him but to
fall on your shoulder or even your head from that height could be a health
hazard. I decided to let it go and not comment.

Could I really be that hard up for a fuck? Had I become that passive as a
slave not to stand up for myself when I was being made a fool of?  Noel
deserved my wrath but I decided, for the Captain's sake and being a good
slave, to swallow my pride. I got up, dusted myself off, straighten the
saddle, and took hold of the cinch band.  As I was about to tighten it the
son of a bitch took another big lung full of air and held it so I couldn't
tighten the belt. I took one step back and kicked it as hard as I could in
the under belly with the point of my boot.

I heard it go "oouuff" as it had the air kicked out of it. I moved to it
and swiftly tightened the belt really tight on the bastard.

"Fuck with me, will you, you big son of a bitch?! I was raised around you
stupid fuckers. I know your Goddamn tricks.  You don't like me and I sure
as hell ain't fond you either, so there. You're gonna' get ridden whether
you like it or not, ass hole." I yelled at the bay.

It turned it's head and gave me a new look of respect.  Noel was still
laughing his ass off.  This time at the horse and what I yelled at it. He
didn't realize it but some of that wrath was indirectly meant for him.  God
help me, Noel spoke to me.

"Good for you, Beau! You were raised around horses, huh?"

"Yeah, Noel, I was. To be honest, I never liked the son's of bitches." He
thought that was hilariously funny, too. It's been my experience, if you
let a horse know right from the beginning, you ain't gonna' put up with his
shit, you're in charge, he won't give you a bit of trouble the rest of the
day. Sure enough, the damned horse was a sweetheart the rest of the day.

"Go here? Sure, Beau! There?  Happy to Beau! Shuffle off to Buffalo? No
problem."

Noel mounted up and I'll have to say, he sat a good horse. He looked like
he was born in the saddle. Old Noel was one fucking, sexy cowboy; however,
somehow he wasn't quite as sexy as he was before.  I got the feeling he had
a mean streak in him.

The stallion he was riding was pretty spirited, he reigned it in tight and
wouldn't give the big horse it's head.  He was in charge and he let the
animal know it.  It settled right down and was much quieter after
that. Noel was a good horseman and he was impressed by the way I handled
the bay.

He didn't say anything but I could tell by the way he looked at me and
smiled when he thought I wasn't looking.  We rode side by side for sometime
without saying a word to each other. After his stunt of not warning me
about the bay I wasn't going to speak to him if he didn't care to speak to
me.

Fuck him, let him peddle his strong, silent image to the young kids he
brought home to impress with his horse cock. His silence was beginning to
be more than a little annoying. I was beginning to care less and less what
he hid under his levis. I didn't try to engage him in talk I just let him
maintain his silence.

Perhaps his silence was a protective shield?  If he didn't venture anything
he didn't have to defend it. I was almost to the point I didn't care. He
obviously didn't either.

We came upon an old mine with all kinds of equipment laying around rusting.
He dismounted the stallion and motioned for me to do the same.  We tied the
horses at an old miners cabin with a water trough.  They immediately began
to drink.  It wasn't a real hot day but they were a while without water and
drank their fill.

Noel motioned for me to follow him. He took me a good distance into the old
mine shaft to show me a vein of silver he discovered. I was curious and had
questions but I wasn't about to break the silence.  Two could play this
game. I thought of lots of questions I would liked to have ask but would
have bitten my tongue off first. Finally he stopped and looked at me.

"Not impressed, Huh?" He asked kind of sarcastic.  That flipped my
'be-a-good-slave-and-keep-your- mouth-shut' tolerance switch to the off
position. It said to me, "It's alright for me to play the strong silent
type but I don't appreciate you doing it." I shot him a look that would
have melted case hardened steel at fifty paces, ignored him, turned and
walked away. I was on my way out of that fucking mine shaft, headed for the
bay to ride back to the stable by myself.

"What's wrong, Beau?" he hollered as he walked after me. Wrong question to
ask me at the right moment.  Dad Beryl was sitting on my right shoulder
shouting, "Sic 'em, Beau! Sic 'em! Go for the son of a bitch's throat. Cut
his legs off at the knees, you can do it, Kid."

"Let me see if I understand your question, Noel. I'm sent out to be with
you for the afternoon to perhaps enjoy your company and take a leisurely
ride in the desert. I asked you if there was anything I should know about
the bay and you lied to me.

You knew damn well what that horse would do but it was great fun to make a
fool of me.  Only you didn't count on me knowing a little about
horses. Surprised the crap out a' you. How many times would you have let me
fall off that horse before you told me what it was doing?

We ride all the way out here, you don't say a fucking word to me.  You drag
my ass in a stinking mine shaft to show me a worthless vein of silver ore
you discovered. Because I'm following your lead and not saying anything
it's suddenly all right for you to get pissed and say some asinine
sarcastic remark because I didn't comment on your precious vein of ore.
THEN, YOU ASK ME WHAT'S WRONG?

Shove your comment and your attitude up your butt, Cowboy! I should have
done the same to you I did to the bay. Kicked you in the nuts after that
incident at the stable to let you know I wouldn't put up with your shit but
I gave you the benefit of the doubt.

My mistake, it won't happen again. You've had your fun with this good ole
boy. You either have to be one mean spirited, sick son of a bitch or a
sadistic motherfucker.

You may have the biggest dick under heaven but as far as I'm concerned,
you'll die with your secret. You should keep quiet Noel, 'cause more people
might figure out your sick act. I've had enough of your type of ass hole in
my past. When I run across one now, I know to run the other way.

You know, Noel, your silence may be your way of protecting yourself or you
may have some idea that you want to project the image of the strong, silent
type.  Whatever your reason, I for one, don't find it amusing. In fact,
after a while it becomes a real bore. When you accept someone for the
afternoon to show around and you don't say a Goddamn thing, it goes beyond
self protection or the justification of an image and becomes just plain
rude.

You could've been honest with me and told me you didn't like me. That you
didn't want to be bothered showing me around. I could have accepted that a
lot easier than cutting my balls off up to my neck by ignoring me all
afternoon. I may be a lowly slave to you but I have feelings and right now,
Noel, they're pretty Goddamn raw.

Oh, what's the use...? Your kind never cares anyway, I'm wasting my breath.
It's no wonder you're alone with your fucked attitude, you probably will be
the rest of your life.  You don't have to worry though, I won't say a
Goddamn word to the Captain nor anyone else about this afternoon, I'm too
fuck'n ashamed of myself for allowing you to do this to me."

I read people off before but I couldn't remember a better job than today.
I walked to the bay and lost it. Shit, why did I have to break down right
now? I was being so strong and now...? I had my left hand on the horn ready
to mount when I started sobbing against my arm. I couldn't help it.  My
rage at Noel was not who I wanted to become.

"Beau, please, don't do that to yourself.  Don't go, please, listen to
me. I was an asshole back there in the mine. I can see how you might have
felt about this but you're wrong. Please, listen to me. You just read me
off and pretty damn good, I might add. I guess I might be pissed if any of
it were true but it isn't.

Hear my side, Beau. You're a reasonable man, I can see it in your eyes. You
owe it to yourself to listen. I swear by God above and all that's holy the
bay's never done that before. Now, if you know horses the way I think you
do, you know that a damn horse will come up with a new trick for a new
person every time. He took one look at you and thought,

"Oh boy, a green horn, I think I'll do the old 'I'll hold my breath' number
on him and show him who's boss.' You got right back up and before I had a
chance to tell you what to do, you had the situation taken care of.

I was impressed you knew that much about horses, not many folks do. You did
what any good horseman would have done to show him who's gonna' be the
boss.  You kicked the wind out him.

I didn't say anything on the way out here because I thought you were either
mad, or you didn't like me. The incident with the bay wasn't my fault. I
don't give a shit what you tell the Captain. I'm a good wrangler and can
find work at any stable.

I don't give a big rat's ass about anything you said except to tell you I
do care. I care very much how you feel. I want you so bad it hurts in my
gut, Beau.  I haven't said anything 'cause I didn't want to say something
stupid. I feel like an inexperienced kid in school who wants to talk to a
beautiful little girl and is afraid to.

Then when I did say something, it was stupid, I'll admit.  God, Beau, don't
turn away from me. You're right about me being alone.  I just can't seem to
get it right with people so it drives me further and further away from
them. If I'm all that bad as you say, forgive me, Beau, help me, be my
friend."

Well, what would you have done?  I turned into his arms and cried some more
with him holding me, stroking me and soothing me.

"There, there, Cowboy, I'm so sorry we got off on the wrong foot. Can't we
start again? Give me another chance, Beau, I want you in the worst
way. Come on in the cabin and let me show you why I brought you here.  A
man that wants to make love to you as much as I do can't be all that bad.

Please, Beau, I want to love you and you love me.  Afterwards, if you still
think I'm bad, I'll go to the Captain when we get back and quit but not
until you kiss me."

"That has to be the single, smoothest line I've heard in my life, Cowboy."
I looked into his deep green eyes and he kissed me with the kiss of one man
starving for another. I'll have to admit I was a bit peckish myself.  The
stallion wasn't impressed, he farted.  We laughed and decided to take this
up in the cabin.

He got us a beer out of a small fridge he had lugged out on horseback.  The
cabin was immaculate, it was neat as a pin.  Everything was in its place.
He built a strong, nice bed frame with a king sized futon on top of it.
Covered in patch worked quilts.

There were old rusty gears nailed to the wall for decorations. Old spurs
and tack hanging in special places.  There was a checkered table cloth on
the old table and he had even hand sewn small chintz curtains for the
windows.  It looked like something out of Better Homes and Cabins. I was
wowed.

"This is amazing! You did all this yourself?"

"Every bit of it."

"Hell, I'd rather stay here than that big house back there."

"I knew you'd say that, that's why I wanted to bring you here.  I wanted
you to be the first to see it.  It showed it to the Captain before I
started about a year ago.  He doesn't understand why I want to come out
here for days at a time."

"Hell, I do, I'd love to stay out here for a couple of days, especially
with you."

"You mean that, Beau?"

"Yeah, I was pretty taken with you, too, still am."  We kissed again and
rolled around on the bed. I could feel his dick getting rock hard down the
leg of his levis, down the leg of his levis, and down the leg of his levis;
unbelievable. That couldn't be all one man inside there. Noel saw the look
in my eye.

"I'll be gentle, Beau, I'll only put part of it in."  I laughed.

"That's the second biggest lie in history, Noel. You know what the first
one is?"

"No, what?"

"The check's in the mail. The third one we don't have to worry about."

"What's that?"

"You can't get pregnant your first time." he fell out laughing as he
started unbuttoning my shirt. He had only seen me in a bathrobe at dinner
the previous evening and clothes at lunch. When he saw the rings in my tits
he went ape shit. He loved the one in my nose but the tit rings set him
off.

"You've got another surprise coming, Cowboy. Unwrap a little more of the
package." He undid my pants and pulled my stiff cock out and damn near
fainted.

"Woah, that's fucking hot, Beau. You're fucking hot without them but they
set you off like a frame on a great painting. Feel that." He moved my hand
to just above his knee. I could feel the head of his dick through his
levis. It was harder than a rock.  He pulled my Wranglers off me and threw
his clothes off, too.

The first sight I got of his cock took my breath away. No fucking way could
I take that thing. I knew my limits. His dick had to be the same length as
Big Beryl's and fatter than the Captain or Master Jeb. If he was a baseball
player he'd have his own bat, 'cause that's what it looked like. The only
thing you can do with a cock that size is dress it up in doll clothes. He
lay on top of me with that damn thing going from below my crotch to above
my navel.

"Once I get it in, you won't be satisfied until you take it all, but I'll
be gentle."

"No you won't!"

"What da' ya' mean. I thought you wanted me?"

"I do, Cowboy, but I've been carefully trained to be taken as a
slave. That's as swift and sure as you can get it into me then hold me on
it until my ass stops arguing.  Trust me, you'll get a much better fuck."

"You sure?"

"That's the only way I can be taken, Noel. If you can't then you can't fuck
me."

"Oh, no, I'm willing to play by your rules. I just don't want to hurt you
Darlin.'"

"I don't think you will. I'm willing to give it a shot but you have to
remove my plug first."

"Your plug?"

"Yes, my Master keeps me plugged when I don't have a cock in my ass." He
put his hand down to feel my ass.

"Wow, that's not a beginners plug either. Let me get a towel and some KY."
I suffered a peccavi that I , for once, allowed the use of a lubricant.  Ah
well, exceptional situations call for exceptional measures.

"How'd that plug feel riding the bay?"  Noel asked me.

"Like I was getting fucked by a horse."  I laughed.

"Well, you're about to experience it for real, Buckaroo." He lubed his big
fucker up with KY and put a little in my ass for good measure, got me on
the edge of his sturdy bed with my legs on his shoulders, positioned
himself and leaned into me.  I rode almost the entire length of his huge
horse cock. He reached a point I was about to raise off the bed and protest
when he sensed my discomfort and stopped.

"That's all right, Beau, that's natural. Everyone has trouble with the last
three inches at first. To get that in I have to get past what is commonly
known as the second sphincter. It's a misnomer but guys swear that's what
it feels like. I know you want the rest, I can feel it.

You ass is sucking me in. To get the best fucking, you're gonna' have to
take the rest.  Take a deep breath, that's it and,....see. Now, that wasn't
bad was it?"  Now, you have all of old Noel inside you.  Man! What a
feeling.  I just knew your little butt would feel this good."

He was so big my ass hole was still arguing with his cock insisting that he
remove it at once.  My ass hole has been tamed more than once by large
men. It would soon learn it had no choice. He moved it around without
taking a stroke easing my muscle because he could still feel it spasming,
trying to reject or bite his cock off.

To his credit he held me on it and made my ass accept him like a rodeo
cowboy stays on a bronc. If he hadn't removed his big straw cowboy hat I'm
sure he would have been waving it for the crowd in triumph for staying in
the saddle past the eight second buzzer.

If you ever want to know just how long eight seconds can be, get on the
back of one of those mad, slobbering bulls, come out of the chute like a
highballing locomotive and try to hang on for eight seconds. Your life will
pass before you in slow motion in that eight seconds.

My ass finally stopped its arguing and with couple of small strokes my ass
began to relax. I began to get into his rhythm and working with him stroke
by stroke. I was loosening up and he was taking bigger and bolder strokes
into my ass.  He was a man that enjoyed a fine piece of ass and I could
tell he was appreciating mine.

"Oh, Beau! Oh, Baby! That's some fine fucking in that ass. Work with me
baby. Oh, yeah!  Meet Noel's cock! That's it !  That's it! Just like you
rode that big bay, Baby. Here comes a little bigger one for you,
Sweetheart. Yeah! Yeah! Damn you're really working that ass good with old
Noel's dick!  Givin' old Noel's pony a good ride. That's it! That's it, put
it up there for me baby. Gimme' all that good ass you got, Cowboy."

My ass was fully dilated to receive his full, hard thrust and he took full
advantage of it. He was a little reticent at first but I urged him on. I
wanted to say I had one of the best fucking of my life on a dick the size
of a horse and got him off. Noel was in full agreement as he began to
gallop his pony up a steep hill.  Damn! It was as if he had spurred that
fucking horse in both flanks with his spurs to urge his steed to take him
to the top without a stumble.

He was a horseman. He knew how to ride a good mount. He sat a good
horse. He sat a good man. To him there was little difference at that
moment.  The two merged as one as he reined me in tight not daring to give
me my head, demanding that he was the rider and I damn well was going to
take him where he chose to go without question.

I settled down to work harder with him to bring him to his destination just
as the stallion had done. He reached the top of the hill and began to call
out the name's of at least six unknown Gods as his final strokes were so
long, so hard and so deep they actually lifted my whole body off his bed. I
felt my ass being filled with what seemed like quarts horseman come.

The pony he was riding bit down hard on the cowboy's cock and started some
pretty impressive fireworks of its own. He slammed into me twice more, each
time unloading another volley of his seed deeper in me than any man had
ever done before. My cock kept shooting on us as he collapsed on top of me
still deeply implanted in my butt.

Damn!  He still felt good even after climax. He took another couple of long
gentle loving strokes into me to sort of thank me for the good riding. He
was one drained hombre and I was his happy cayuse.

"Thank you, Cowboy, for the afternoon roundup and rodeo. I think you tamed
this head strong stallion with that ride. I think you deserve a really big
notch on your six shooter for that fuck."

"Why, thank ya' pa'dna.' Here in the West us cowpokes aim to please and
comfort as many tight little ass's as we can, Sir.  I certainly hope you
enjoyed your ride on my old steed."

"Did I? Does a frog have a water tight ass hole? Woah! Ain't been fucked
like that in a while. Well, at least since last night." He laughed.

"Is the Captain a pretty good fuck?"

"He's very good. When the Captain fucks me, I stay fucked for a while."

"I just imagined he might be.  He's never been interested in me. He was
interested in his Dungeon Master getting fucked by me but when I found out
he's basically a straight man who was forced into gay male slavery I lost
interest.  X has never has approached me for himself. It's always been,

"My Master ordered me to give my ass to you for your use, Sir. Or, my
Master would like to watch you fuck me, Sir." If he ever once came to me
and said it was him who needed me, I might consider it.  He isn't a bad
looking man and his body is in perfect shape.  He works hard to keep it
that way.  Of course the Captain insists he keeps it that way or suffer the
consequences."

We were laying on our sides with him still in me taking a few strokes every
now and then. I was milking him to get the last of his come to release into
my gut.  It was great laying there with him, talking quietly, sharing
things. He could be some slave's good Master.

"Have you ever considered becoming a Master and taking a slave, Noel?"

"Yeah! That or taking a steady fuck companion but people are
responsibilities. Some folks are good at those kind of things, some
aren't. I've been alone for so long, set in my ways, almost a hermit. Who'd
would want to live the kind of life I do. Getting by on a shoestring.

This cabin is the first thing I've had in my life that's mine, and ,it
ain't really mine, it's on the Captain's property. He lets me pretend it's
mine and I love him for that.  I ain't never had much of anything to call
my own. I ain't got much education. I can barely read or write. Wrangling
is all I know how to do.

Horses is all I know about. I'm damn good at it, I can get a job anywhere
but I ain't never gonna' get rich on a wrangler's pay. The Captain pays
twice as much as a lot of others. That's why I've been with him so many
years. I sometime feel like his stable eunuch.  He doesn't use the horses
that much to really keep the Stable going.

I know he does it for me 'cause he cares about me. I care about him, too. I
even love him. That's why I was so devastated this afternoon when you read
me off. I wanted to make a good impression on you and I saw my hopes going
up in smoke because of my own stupidity.

That's why I'm quiet all the time around folks. I don't want to say
something stupid to embarrass myself.  Look at me today, I fucked up
royally. If you hadn't been the forgiving person you are I would have
missed out on knowing a wonderful person. To say nothing of getting the
best fuck I've had in many a moon."

"I know one man, who, if he were not spoken for would love to live a simple
life with you, Noel."

"You, Beau?"

"Absolutely, look at this place. I could be happy here the rest of my life
knowing at the end of the day I was going to hold you in my arms and love
on you a little bit. Don't you think maybe you sell yourself a little
short?"

"Maybe I do, I don't know."

"Have you ever been in love with another man, Noel?"

"Yes, once.  Not so long ago.  The Captain had a ranch in Texas and I
worked for him.  The kid of an old army buddy of the Captain came to stay
with us after the kid got back from Nam.  He was a basket case, yet
somehow, between my silence and his need to be left alone we bonded in the
middle.  He taught me to care and love and I taught him to live again.  He
was a cowboy and a damn good one, too.  He went to live with another man he
knew before me and broke my heart.  I still love him and see him once in a
while.

"If a good slave or even a good gay man had you to hold each night, Noel,
they would have more treasure that the wealthiest man. What does anyone
need in life if they can lay down at night, after a hard days work, next to
the one they love?"

"Yeah, I've thought of that. Do you want to become the Captain's slave
Beau? Could you love him?"

"Could I love him? I all ready do but I'm falling in love with you,
too. So, you see, I fall in love with people easily. Do I want to become
his slave? No Noel, I don't. Why? Because I have two of the most wonderful
men God put on this Earth that want to be my Masters and I love them with
all my heart and soul.

How the Captain found out about me being sold and now may make a bid for me
is a mystery. If he buys me I won't have much choice but to come here and
be his slave.  Will I love him? Of course, I have accepted who and what I
am.  A slave is trained to never hold anything back from his Master. Will
my heart break in two for the love of my other two Masters? I hope not, but
I can't know for sure."

"He's gonna' ask me for a vote as to whether he should buy you or not. What
do you want me to tell him?"

"I want you to tell him whatever you feel in your heart. I can't tell you
what to tell him. That wouldn't be fair to him, you, or me.  You have to
make up your own mind what you want to tell him. I won't love you any less
or more for either vote."

"Somehow, I knew you'd say that. That's the kind of person you are, Beau,
and that's what makes you so easy to love. Truth? I'm falling in love with
you, too. I know better than to jump in with both feet 'cause I may never
see you again after this weekend but if you do come to live here, you will
have one more lover than the man in the big house. You'll have a cowboy
that lives in the desert in a miners cabin"

We kissed a passionate kiss as he took a couple more good, long, deep
strokes into my ass.  He was a lover, my cowboy, my wrangler, my horseman,
my Stable Master, my farrier. Underneath the quiet, the self doubts, low
self image, dwelled a good heart that needed what we all need from time to
time. Someone to look us in the eye and tell us we are good people. Does
more good than fifty visits to a therapist.  It's a damn site cheaper, too.



Part III ~ Happy Trails

We cleaned up and spent the rest of the afternoon in each other arms.  We
couldn't keep our hands off each other.  I was so impressed with his dick I
kept wanting to grab it, throw it over my shoulder and burp it. It seems
like men with big dicks get it all. All that you and I didn't get.

Our fair share went into men like him and Big Beryl. Think how many men
could be made happy with perhaps a quarter of his cock. It just didn't seem
fair. God didn't find it necessary to ask my opinion when he created the
universe.

Thinking back over the years about how many men I met who had enormous
dicks and they didn't know what to do with them. Either that or they were
so much of a bottom they weren't the least bit interested in fucking.  I
ain't that big but I've always been happy to share the wealth.

It came time to ride back and by that time Noel and I bonded as
friends. For the strong silent type he was having no trouble finding things
to say to me. We had talked for hours about everything.  He had a wide
variety of interest and expressed himself well.

Noel was not as dumb as he portrayed himself to be.  Like a good horse he
had a lot of common sense that saw him in good stead. He began to get quiet
again as we slowly rode back to the stable.  He gently reached over and
took my hand and held it as we rode side by side.

He didn't let go and I didn't want him to. He was like a kid with his first
love and wanted to hold hands, to feel close.  We approached the stable and
found the Captain waiting for us. He smiled to see us riding up hand in
hand. Noel wasn't intimidated by the Captain's presence and didn't drop my
hand.

"I see Noel had to hold your hand to keep you on the horse, Beau."

"Yes, Sir, he took pity on me 'cause I damn near fell off twice."

"Don't you believe it, Captain, Beau's one of the finest horsemen you've
ever brought to this stable. He sits a good horse."

"High praise, Young Man, from a man who never has two words to say about
anyone."

"I have more than a couple to say about this man, Captain, and their all
good."  I started undoing my saddle, took it off, wiped it down good, and
put it away in the tack room.  I found some towels and started rubbing down
the bay. He seemed to really appreciated the attention and playfully nudged
me a couple or times to get me to pet him and tell him he was a good boy.

Horses can also suck you dry for attention and affection. The Captain and
Noel were impressed I knew how to take care of a horse and didn't just
leave it for Noel to do.

"I can see you two are going to be a few minutes so I'll head back to the
house. Come up when you get done. Andre' has dinner about ready and you
know how he can be if everyone isn't there on time." He laughed.

"We'll be right there, Captain!" I told him.

"You didn't have to do that, Beau, I'd take care of the bay."

"I know that but it's nice to have some one around for company when you do
these things, ain't it? He was silent for a moment.

"Yeah, especially someone like you."  I finished with the bay and led him
to his stall. I took his bit and bridle off, found some oats and fed
him. He was happy and snorted thanks to me. I liked him just a little
better, not a lot, just a bit. Noel put the stallion away.

I went to him and put my arms around him.  He smelled like horses, man and
the desert all rolled into one.  He had the scent of a good, strong, clean,
healthy man. Overpowering. We kissed one last kiss before walking hand in
hand up to the big house and into the kitchen still hand in hand.

Mouths fell open as everyone stopped and looked. Didn't bother either of us
as we hugged in front of all of them and laughed. We sat down to dinner and
conversation around the table was lively. Noel was quiet as usual but spoke
up a few times to everyone's surprise. I engaged him in conversation about
the horses a couple of times and the household staff had no idea what we
were discussing. The Captain did but they didn't.

The Captain seemed to be pleased that Noel seemed more comfortable with
everyone, especially me. After dinner the Captain invited Noel to the spa
with us but he declined and said he had some things to get ready.  He was
going to ride back out to his cabin early in the morning if the Captain
didn't need him for the weekend.

Noel always rode back in to take care of the horses in the evenings and
then back out to his cabin. The Captain never had to worry about the
horses. Noel took good care of them. After he gentled me he certainly took
good care of me.

The Captain didn't invite X to join us in the spa and it was just as well.
I was happy to be alone with him.  I easily moved into his arms without
waiting to be invited.  He smiled at me, pleased I felt comfortable with
him.

"I won't pump you about Noel, Son, as long as you had a good time. You must
have, to ride up hand in hand like Roy and Dale."

"Captain, I had a wonderful afternoon with Noel.  He's a remarkable man in
more ways than one.  I got to see a part of him I don't think many people
get to see. No, that's not the part I'm talking about; although, I did get
to see that up close and personal. What can I tell you Captain? I'm very
fond of him."

"Good!" He said, "So am I.  He doesn't know this and you won't tell him but
he's like the son I never had."

X was right, the Captain didn't care to share me with anyone that evening
or the next day. He decided we whould go for a ride together late in the
afternoon. We went to the stable and I saddled the bay for me and a pinto
he liked.  We rode out into the desert side by side and he began to talk to
me.

"I wanted to ride out to Noel's cabin. I know he didn't want to be around
when you left. Be too hard on him.  So, I thought you might like to go say
goodbye to him out here."

"I appreciate that, Captain. You know he loves you a lot, don't you?"

"Yeah, I know he does. We've never discussed it. Don't have to. Sometimes
love between two men doesn't have to be confirmed.  A small gesture. A
smile at something you say can be enough to tell you what's in his heart.
I love him, too, and I'll always make sure he's comfortable.  He loves that
fucking cabin."

"Have you seen it since he's fixed it up?"

"No, I saw it when he asked if he could have it as a get away place for
himself.  I gave him permission but I haven't been out here in over a year.
I wanted to give him his privacy.  He seemed to appreciate I wasn't
breathing over his shoulder.  Whatever he wanted to do out here was fine
with me."

"Well, you won't believe it. It's remarkable. It has a great deal of charm
and comfort to it. It's a reflection of him, a side you probably have never
witnessed. A side that I think will blow you away. It did me. Who would
have thought old, quiet Noel would have created something that great but
then I ask myself, why not Noel?"

"That's what I like about you, Beau, you try to see all sides of a
situation and you don't judge anybody.  Oh by the way, Gwenn did ask
again. I said you'd be busy the rest of the weekend." He laughed.

"Thanks for that, Captain." We both laughed. We rode into Noel's area and
he had a fire going outside with what appeared to be an old refrigerator
shelf above the fire for a stove top. He had his coffee pot on making
coffee and a pot of beans bubbling away.

He came out of the house and looked up and saw us. A big grin crossed his
face and he walked out in the yard to greet us. I dismounted the bay and
the Captain dismounted the Pinto. Noel took the reigns and tied them to the
hitchin' post by the side of the cabin. He returned and I threw my arms
around him, hugged and kissed him.  He didn't hold back nor was he shy just
because the Captain was with me.

"It's damn good to see you again, Beau. You too Captain. Can you stay for
dinner? I've got plenty for all."

"We'd love to, Son." replied the Captain.

"Can I get you a beer, coffee, soda?"

"I'll try some of your coffee, Noel, it smells great."

"I'll have a beer, Son."  Noel walked into the cabin and returned with the
Captain's Beer and a mug for my coffee.

"Come in Captain, Beau, you haven't seen the place since I cleaned it up,
Captain."

"We walked in and the Captain stopped right in the doorway and looked all
around. He was like me, he was stunned.  He looked at everything, smiled
and shook his head.

"Noel, this is fucking unbelievable. This is wonderful. You did all this
yourself?"

"Yes Sir, every bit." You could tell Noel was basking in the Captain's
praise like a son who caught the winning pass at the football game.

"Well, now I see why you want to come out here and spend time.  This is
nice and comfortable.  I'm proud of you, Son." He stuck out his hand to
shake Noel's.  Noel took the big man's hand, pulled the Captain to him and
hugged him.

"Thank you, Captain." he spoke sincerely.

"For what?"

"For allowing me to do this."

"Gosh, Son, it's yours. Any man who would put this much love in a place
deserves to own it. I'll have these five acres deeded over to you Monday.
I'll never use this land anyway. It's your's, Son, lock, stock and
worthless mine." Noel couldn't believe what the Captain was saying.

"Are you serious, Sir?"

"Couldn't be more serious, Son, I'll give you the deed Monday evening."
Noel hugged the Captain and kissed him.  The Captain seemed to enjoy that.

"Gosh, Captain, that's a wonderful and giving thing to do." I said. "I know
you've made one cowboy's dream come true.  You're a good, kind and generous
man." I told him.

"Well, I don't know about all that but we only go around once. We should do
random act of kindness for everyone from time to time. It's Noel's turn."
Noel had a grin on his face that looked like he was king of the world. We
walked out into the cool, late afternoon air to watch as Noel put three of
the biggest damn 'T' bone steaks on his grill over the fire.

"J'ever eat steaks grilled over Mesquite, Beau?"  he asked, I
hadn't. "Well, your in for a treat. Best flavor in the world."  He was
right.  We had steak, red beans and cowboy potatoes. He dropped chunks of
potatoes in boiling hot oil over the fire and cooked 'em 'till they were
golden brown and crisp.  Everything was delicious.  Best food I'd had since
I got there.

"Captain, no disrespect, Sir, but you got the wrong man cooking for you." I
told him about half way through my steak.  Noel grinned from ear to ear.

"After tasting this steak, beans and potatoes I think I agree with you.
What's best is it doesn't have a fucking cream sauce that goes over
everything to kill the flavor." We roared with laughter.

We had a wonderful time and I got to see a side of the Captain I might
never have seen.  He truly was a wonderful and generous man. He was
enjoying this opportunity to get to know Noel better and so was Noel.  I
seemed to be a catalyst between the two of them, Noel opened up and talked
non stop through dinner.  The Captain took full advantage and they talked
about everything up to and including me.

"Do you think I should buy this slave, Son? I'm falling in love with him."

"I ask Beau how I should answer that question, Sir. He told me to follow my
heart. He couldn't and wouldn't influence my decision.  I love him, too. If
you buy him, turn around and he's gone, you won't have to look to far for
him, you'll know where he'll be."

"I see..." the Captain paused and looked Noel in the eye, "Know what, Son?
That's fine with me. At least I'll know he's with someone I love. Then I'll
ride out, bring some steaks and we can do this again." We laughed.

"I thought a lot about what I'd say when you ask my vote so, in front of
Beau, as much as I'd love to see him come here to live for my own selfish
reasons, I'm sorry, Captain, but I have to vote 'no.'"

"I can see you've given this a great deal of thought. You want to tell me
why you arrived at that decision, Son?"

"Yes, Sir, his happiness isn't here with you and me, Sir. He's very much in
love with two Masters in his family that didn't count on outside buyers
coming in and upsetting the apple cart to take their love away from
them. Beside the fact that he looks enough like my cowboy to be his twin
brother, in the short time I've known Beau, it's gonna' be hard for me to
let go.

That's why I came out here so's I wouldn't have to say goodbye. I'm glad
you came out so's I could tell him goodbye but it'll be easier seeing him
ride on down the trail than it would be seeing him drive away.  Fuck
Captain, I may as well be honest with you, I'm fallen in love with him,
too.

I don't want to see Beau go tonight, for both our sakes, but it isn't
right.  I guess I love him too much to have him go through the heart break
of leaving two men who are lucky enough to have his love and call him their
slave."

"I can't fault your honesty, Son, thank you for that. You have indeed
thought out this whole situation.  I told him something similar. If he
could convince me of his love for those men I wouldn't bid for him.  I have
the right to and they knew there was a chance of this happening when they
put him on the open market. I'll think about it and we'll talk again before
next Friday."

"I will tell you one thing though," Noel spoke again, "I'm joining his
family if they'll have me.  I'm getting out my old Harley, fix it up and
the next family event they have I'm gonna' be there. I'm contacting his
Dungeon Master Monday to ask for consideration to join. They have a six
month probationary period for new members but if it's half as great as Beau
makes it sound then maybe I can find someone for me. I wouldn't mind trying
my hand a being a Master."

"I think, no, I know, you'd make a damn fine Master, Noel" I urged him.

"I second that, Son. You really would. Maybe that's just what you
need. Some little man to wait on you hand and foot and keep your belly warm
at night." We laughed.  It was getting late and by the time the Captain and
I rode back to the stable, put the horses away there would be just enough
time to say goodbye to all and drive me back to the mountain. The Captain
mounted up and rode off telling me he'd wait for me down the trail.

Noel took me in his arms and held me tight for several minutes.  He had
tears in his eyes as we kissed and so did I.

"I can't tell you goodbye, Beau. I'm joining your family to be around more
people like you. I'm gonna' let the Captain closer to me. I really have
come to love him and I know he loves me. I wish you the best, my friend. I
love you, Beau." Those were hard words for Noel to get out, but he said
them and I knew he meant them.  "I gotta' take off, love. I love you, too,
you know that. This was a wonderful evening I'll remember all my life,
Cowboy. I love you Noel." We kissed again, cried a little more in each
others arms and he grabbed the reigns to the bay and held it as I mounted.

"Did he suck in wind this time?"

"No, he took one look at me and knew better." We laughed.  He handed me the
reigns and kissed me at the same time.

"See you on down the trail, Beau."

"On down the trail, Cowboy."  I turned the bay and headed to catch up with
the Captain. We rode slowly along back to the stables and he was quiet. I
reached over and took his hand.  He smiled and squeezed it and held it all
the way back.

I unsaddled the horses.  Toweled them down. Put them away in their
stalls. Removed their bridles and bits and fed all of them. I told Noel he
didn't have to ride back, I'd take care of them for him tonight.

The Captain waited and talked a little about how glad he was that we did
that. He loved Noel and was going to quit claim deed that five acres to him
tomorrow. I finished with the horses, took his hand again and we walked
back to the kitchen of the big house.  Andre' was all upset. They didn't
know what to do about dinner so they ate but he could make us anything.

"No, Andre', it's all right, we ate in the desert with Noel."

"Wit zee Ca-bouy? Mon Deux! In zee Dessert? And ju are still alive? Sacre
Blu!" He ranted.

"It was delicious. Best steak I ever had. Best beans, too." The Captain
poured it on as I giggled. Gwenn winked at me again.

"Come along, Beau, let's get your things. Gwenn, have Frank bring the limo
around to the front." We climbed the stairs to his bedroom still hand in
hand. He opened the door and led me through. He held me and kissed me
passionately and I returned passion for passion.

"I love you, Beau, I want you for more than just a slave. I want that but I
want you for my mate. That you and Noel love each other is only icing on
the cake. He'll keep you happy when I have to be gone."

"I'm afraid to tell you I love you Captain but hell, I can't hide it. You
know it. I do love you. I just wish there was someway I could have all the
people I love in my life, loving and living in close harmony, enjoying each
other."

"Maybe there is, Son, do you believe in miracles?"

"Absolutely, I've witness numbers of them myself."

"Then if you truly believe, your dream will come true. You're special and
you have a special ability to heal and unite people.  Look what you've done
this weekend for Noel and me.  We would have never gotten this close but
for you."  I gathered up my things and came to him.

"Will you take me back, Captain, please?"

"Of course I will, Son, but I'll have X ride with Frank so I can fuck him
on the way back. He hasn't had a good Captain fucking in a while."  I
thought to myself, 'Fuck X, I was gonna' get me a piece of that action on
the way back.'

We started off and I asked the Captain if we could lay in the back together
and have a drink. He thought that was a wonderful idea. I was laying in his
big arms enjoying the view. I kept rubbing my hand around on him and felt
him getting excited.

"Please, Master, may your slave pleasure you on the way back? One last
time? Please, Sir?" The Captain looked at me and pulled me to him and
kissed me.

"Of course you can, slave." I helped him undress and I threw my clothes
off. I didn't have to do much priming. He was rock hard and ready for my
ass. I told him I wanted to ride him off.

"I don't think anyone's ever done that for me but I'd like to try it, Son."
I threw the pillows down to the rear end so I could see where we were. I
knew when we went over Kellogg hill we had about thirty minutes before we
would arrive at Mt. Washington.

I lathered him up good with spit, made the appropriate love to his stallion
and mounted him fast and hard. It took his breath away. My mount was so
hard it made the back end of the Limo bounce and Frank swerved thinking we
ran over something. He was on the phone immediately. I handed the phone to
the Captain.

"Yes, Frank."

"Yes, we felt it too. No big thing. Not to worry. No Frank, couldn't be
better. Thank you, Frank."  I hung up the phone for him.  We both fell out
laughing. The Captain loved to laugh and had a great deep baritone laugh.

"Damn fine mount slave. Damn fine. I think they probably recorded that on
the Richter Scale at Mt. Wilson.  We know Frank and X felt it." We started
laughing all over again. I started to ride him and rode him all the way
back to Kellogg hill. I built him up three times to the point of starting
his flow and then stopped.  He would laugh each time and ask me if I was
gonna' do it again. He though that was the greatest thing he'd ever felt in
his life.

"I'm gonna' have you begging your slave to finish you off, my good
Master. I wanted to play with you like this to show my appreciation for the
lovely weekend. I had a wonderful time and fell in love three times.
That's sort of a record for me, Captain. I can't imagine a more wonderful
end to a great weekend that to catch my good Master's seed."

I rode him up Kellogg hill and got him off right at the top and hit mine
right after. I continued to ride him and milk him to get the rest of he
come into my ass. I knew in my heart that I cheated X out of a good
fucking.  There'd be other times for X. He probably wouldn't enjoy the
Captain as much as I did.

I leaned over and kissed him gently and thanked him for allowing his slave
to pleasure him one last time.  He was drained and I was happy.  I cleaned
his cock and all my come from him with my mouth. I dressed him and then put
my clothes back on.

We had enough time to share another cocktail as we headed up the mountain
to Master Jeb's, the Dungeon Master's, Chief's, Will's and my home. I was
home, my home. We arrived in front at eight forty-five on the nose. Mother
Hen, the Dungeon Master, was pacing out front.

I kissed him goodbye and got out of the limo.  I waved as they went off
down the hill. I turned to my beloved giant and held him with my cheek
pressed tightly against his huge chest.

"How was your weekend with the Captain?"

"Fantastic."  I replied, "He was much like you, Dungeon Master, I woke once
during the night and could have sworn it was you holding me." He kissed me
gently and spoke.

"Welcome home, Son, we've missed you.  We all damn near went crazy without
you."


Part IV~The Best Laid Plans

We went into the house and I went through the greeting ritual with Chief,
the Dungeon master, and finally Master Jeb. I couldn't believe how great he
looked.  He was radiant and had the glow of a healthy man. I lovingly
kissed both his boots, found his hand and kissed it putting it to my
forehead.

"Rise good slave and show your Master love." He held me with arms that were
much stronger and we kissed a passionate kiss of lovers.

"What news from your doctor, Master Jeb?" I asked

"Nothing!" He said.

"No news or 'nothing' they didn't find anything? Well, Hell, you know what
I mean."

"They didn't find a damn thing. Gone! Cured! Miraculous spontaneous
remission, they called it. I call it the greatest gift a group of gifted
men may give someone. Their healing love. Thanks to all of you, I am
healed."  He broke into tears and I took him in my arms again to comfort
him.

"Did you bother to tell them how it came about?"I asked.

"Do you think they would've believed me?"

"No, Sir, I don't suppose they would. Thank God, you're healed. He has
answered all our prayers for you."

"I'm so glad you're home, Son." Master Jeb said to me hugging me again."How
was your weekend with the Captain?"

"It was unusual as it was interesting. The Captain's a complex man with
many secrets. I don't understand how he might expect a slave to love and
trust him when he seems to hide so much. On the one hand he is stern,
rigid, demanding, secretive but on the other he is kind, warm, giving,
loving, and generous with his help. He may have the secrets of the world to
hide but underneath I think he's a good man."

"Do you think he'll bid for you?"

"I don't know Master. He seemed to like me. He also seemed to understand my
circumstances of being in love with my Masters here in our family. He's a
difficult man to figure out. I just don't know. If I had to guess I'd say
there's a fifty-fifty chance he will bid on me. I hope not but I don't have
any control over that."

"Well, maybe your family does.  We'll have to make sure he doesn't win the
bid. We don't want to lose you." Master Jeb replied.

"Has Will been looking after you, Master?" I asked.

"He's done an excellent job but I haven't needed him that much. Jim and
Chief pitched in and helped over the weekend. His Master just left a little
while ago to return to Joshua Tree. Will has been walking on a cloud all
weekend. We've had such fun laughing at the two of them.

He's up in the room they used for the weekend changing the sheets and
generally cleaning up.  We can't believe how much in love they are. We've
been talking among ourselves and we're thinking of changing the period of
time for Will's transfer as property to Master Zack from six months to
three.  You have any thoughts about that?"

"I certainly do Master. I appreciate you asking this slave's opinion
because Will and I've grown close. I care about him very much.  I think it
would be a wonderful idea. Will has proved to us his head is screwed on
tight and to my way of thinking, he just got on the wrong track.

Will is a remarkable young man and he has brought a great gift to our
family. He single handedly gave you back to us Master. I think he has the
adaptability and maturity of a man twice his age.  I've been called a
natural slave along with Oscar, Billy and Titus. I've felt since our rescue
of Will that he, even more that the four of us, is a true natural slave.

Not only has he the ability to serve a wonderful Master like Master Zack
but he has all ready proved his need, willingness and generosity of spirit
to serve numbers of us in this family. I think we still have things to
learn from this young man.

He's so unassuming we have no idea what other talents he may
possess. Certainly, as fine a Master as Master Zack deserves that
consideration as well; however, you are all aware of my feelings for Master
Zack."  I blushed as they all giggled at me.

"You certainly have strong opinions on this subject and to tell you the
truth, slave, you've brought up a couple of points we hadn't even touched
on. I agree with you wholeheartedly.  What does the Dungeon Master and his
assistant Master Redfeather think."

"Well," Spoke the Dungeon Master, "My thought is for three months training
for Will, a ceremony of becoming recognized as a slave to our family at the
end of that three months and transferring his ownership to Master Zack
within the same ceremony."

"He should train as any other slave and exposure to his intended Master
should be limited during the first month. Then I don't see why he and
Master Zack can't see each other every weekend after that if convenient for
all."

"I fully agree with both the Dungeon Master and Beau." allowed Chief, "I'll
certainly miss my little 'belly warmer' but I love the little shit so much
I want to see him happy as soon as possible. For what he's gone through and
what he's brought to our family, I'm all for it, I think they deserve that
consideration.

While he may be happy here with us he needs the stability only Master Zack
can give him. Knowing Master Zack, Will will only benefit from Zack's
personal training and discipline. I foresee Master Zack and Will becoming
cornerstones of our family."

"Then it's agreed, Dungeon Master, when Zack calls to let us know he got
home safely will you give him the news?  Then we'll let him tell his slave
after you talk to him." A few minutes later Will came down the stairs and
ran to me.

"Beau, I didn't hear you come in. I'm sorry, I was up stairs cleaning the
room my Master and I stayed in this weekend. You just missed him."

"I'm so glad for you he could come up this weekend to be with you and...?"

"Oh, Beau, he's everything you said he was and more. I'm so in love with
him. I've never been this much in love with any of the other so called
Masters I tried to serve. I didn't know it was possible to love the Master
you served this much."

"I'm so glad to hear that, Will.  I hoped the two of you would like each
other and I'm really pleased and happy for you. A bit green with envy
'cause I know what a fine Master you're getting but I'm more happy for the
two of you.  You certainly have my blessing."

We sat down in the kitchen to talk. I ran up to the Bear's Lair to remove
my clothes and came back down when the phone rang.  The Dungeon Master
answered.

"Hello, Zack, You home?"

"Good we're glad. You all ready picked up Button?"

"Damn, you made good time."

"We have something to tell you, Zack. Since Sprout is sitting here
listening with both ears we'll tell you together."

"We've talked among ourselves and decided to lower the time period for
transfer of Will to you to three months instead of six."  Will got a big
smile across his handsome little face.

"Yes, well, you're both welcome.  We still require him to go through the
standard three months of training.  Visitation will be restricted for the
first month only. Then, depending on your schedules, you may visit every
weekend there after until ceremony and transfer."

"Well, we observed the two of you together this weekend and felt it
wouldn't serve much purpose to keep a Master and slave that much in love
away from each other any longer than absolutely necessary. Yes! You're very
welcome."

"Here I'll let you talk to your new slave."

"Hello Master."

"Hello my slave-boy."

"I miss you all ready, Sir."

"I thought about you all the way home, Son. I thought six months was going
to be a hell of a long time before I could own you; to tell the world
you're my property, you belong to me. Maybe God heard my prayers.  We can
do three months floating on our backs, right?

"Absolutely, Sir, these men are wonderful, Master Zack."

"They are, indeed, youngster, I love you so much, Will. I know you'll do
well in training and make me a wonderful slave to be proud of. I all ready
am proud of you, Son."

"Well, they'll all giggle at me here, Master Zack, but I don't care. I love
you, too, Sir, more than there are stars in the sky."

"Find out when they plan to have you start training and maybe we can have
another weekend together before then, Son."

"I'd love that, Sir, another Weekend with you? Wow! Maybe I could ride my
bike out if Master Dirk has it finished."

"I'll let you go, Son. Thank them again for the both of us. I love you,
Son."

"I love you, too, Master." Will slowly hung up the receiver and turned to
us.

"My Master said to be sure and thank you again for your generosity. We both
appreciate it very much." Then he ran to each of us, hugged and kissed us
all.  He was in heaven.

"Master wanted me to find out when I might start training so perhaps we
might have another weekend together before then."

The Dungeon Master mused and asked for Chief's opinion.  Master Jeb decided
to bow out of the slave training altogether even though he was recovering.
He felt he had done it long enough and that the new Dungeon Master and
Chief were fully capable of training any new slaves that came along.

"Well, let's see..." Thought Chief. "There is one more weekend in this
month and I don't feel the Dungeon Master and I will be psyched to take on
a new slave for training until after Beau is sold. How does the first of
the following month sound or maybe even the fifteenth of next month."

"The fifteenth sounds good to me." said the Dungeon Master.  That will give
them three weekends to be together and it will shorten their time apart"

"Fine with me, Dungeon Master." said Chief.

"Then the next time you talk with your Master, Will, tell him we'll start
your training the fifteenth of next month and you guys can plan from
there."

"Thank you, Sirs, Master Jim and Chief, I love you both."

"We love you to, Sprout." said Chief. "Now, is pale face slave bunkin' it
in with heap big Injun Chief tonight?"

"I'd love to, Chief, I'd be honored if you'd care to use me this evening."

"I just might take you up on that, Little One, or maybe an eyeopener in the
morning, how about that?"

"Can I have both, Sir?"

"You're incorrigible, Kid, but I love you." Chief grabbed and hugged
Will. "It's getting late so I gotta' get to bed. Don't be too long."

"I'll be right there, Chief, to take care of you."  Will took his
responsibilities toward his Master/bunkmate seriously.

Will started going to the gym with the Dungeon Master and I. We started out
about thirty minutes earlier each morning to get everything in but it
worked out great. Will came along in his development faster than I did.  He
has a true mesomorphic body and responds to exercise faster than either the
Dungeon Master or I.

By the time he stood nude before the family for his ceremony, he looked
like a young God.  Master Zack loved Will's butt plug and insisted he wear
it when he wasn't using Will's hole.  Will didn't get to wear it too
much. Zack fucked that kid almost on the hour.

The whole household groaned for Will's poor ass hole. Will never complained
and gave his Master all he wanted and more. He saw it as his duty to
satisfy both these two Masters as best he could. He did an excellent job
with both.

The Dungeon Master related to me that Chief, Master Jeb and him would hear
the bed springs going in their bedroom time after time for thirty to forty
minutes at a time. Will would come down to get his Master something with a
glazed look in his eye and the silliest grin on his face. Not one of the
three big men said a word but inside they were dying of laughter.  The
Dungeon Master asked him once,

"Is everything alright, Will?"

"Couldn't be better, Dungon Master, thank you, couldn't be better." He
hugged and kissed Big Jim and whispered, "Thanks, Master Jim." Then smiled
and went back to his Master.

Master Zack admonished Will to give Chief all of his little butt Chief
needed. Will obeyed his Master. Even after Will went to live with Master
Zack, he and Chief remained close for years and they had to have each other
occasionally. Master Zack was all for it.  After Will and Chief had a
couple sessions together he was always a better fuck for his Master.

Master Zack would purposely schedule a trip to visit Chief to get them
together. They developed a mystical bond and their need for each other
never diminished over the years. Chief always seemed to heal Will's heart
when it became troubled and Will did the same for his Indian Chief Master.

When Chief returned to his tribe to be inducted as a Chief he had Will,
Master Zack, Cowboy, Dan Yates, Master Earl and me as the only white
brothers to observe their rituals. For Will and Zack it opened new doors of
understanding towards all things of life and their relationship with each
other.  They continued to grow and progress deeper and deeper into the
mystical bonds of Master and slave.

Will brought out the best in Master Zack and Zack brought out ever deeper
needs in Will to serve his Master's every need.  Zack took my plea for
consideration of having his slave do minor chores for him which, as mundane
as they sometimes seemed, sat up a ritual every day bonding that was the
glue of their relationship.

Sarge and Titus approached Zack a week before Will was to be transferred to
his new Master and requested to buy Button. They offered Zack far more than
he considered asking. They settled on paying Will's maintenance and
training bill which came to about Six Hundred dollars.

Button couldn't have been happier with his two new Masters and was also
happy for Master Zack. He knew Zack would be happier with Will.  Master
Zack and Will started out alone, together with a new slate as Master and
slave. The family didn't see them for almost three months after they first
got together.

They kept in touch but couldn't get out of the dungeon long enough to keep
any social engagements. Finally they gave a weekender party that was the
party to end all parties. Anyone and everyone of the family came. It was
the event of the season. Everyone in the family was wowed at the changes in
Zack and Will.  Zack had become more self assured, laid back, confident in
himself and his new slave.  Zack gave the aura of a strong, proud,
successful man deeply in love.

Will blossomed under Zack's training , was more sure of himself and
wallowed in his Master's love and strict discipline of him.  He was always
by his Master's side should he want anything. The family loved to be around
them because they complimented each others roles in life to such a great
and easy degree that all were profoundly comfortable in their presence.

They were like two souls that bonded as one. They were at peace with
themselves, their fellow man and the world. Will couldn't do enough for his
Master and Zack returned Will's doting with great affection. He never
spoiled Will but he didn't have to.

His strict discipline and demanding attitude spoiled Will in a way only a
true slave may understand. Will found his Heaven on Earth in Master Zack.
His unquenchable need to serve was soaked up like a sponge by his Master,
and given back to Will with a great unspoken affection and his Master's
pride in owning a good slave.

* * * * * * *

Button began to blossom under Sarge and Titus.  They both assumed roles as
his Masters. Sarge wanted it that way.  He knew there might be a
possibility he would die before Titus and he wanted his devoted slave to
have a companion. Titus's range and scope of the world, himself and his
place in it grew under Sarge.

Because of Sarge demanding personality Titus played a more active role in
their sex. Titus actually jumped the fence to becoming a top notch
Master. By the time Sarge passed away Button himself grew by leaps and
bounds in his role as a slave. Titus simply became his full time
Master. Button never questioned it.

He loved Titus and served him well. Sarge was a remarkable man. He took a
totally different approach to his training of Button than Zack did.  While
Zack tried to be empathetic and understanding of Button's trauma from the
past, Sarge was having none of it. His attitude: what's past is past. Your
life begins new with your two new Masters who will not baby you.

You will shape up. Sarge was gentle and understanding but rigid and firm.
He insisted Button learn to fuck him with large toys from his collection.
Button was shy at first but after weeks of Sarge's constant haranguing
learned to slam those suckers in Sarge's butt to where Sarge would almost
cry 'Uncle' a few times.

It began to give Button a new self image to be able to bring this rough,
uncompromising, foul mouthed, big man comfort and relief by performing well
for him. He learned he could be more active than he previously thought in
his sex. Button slowly began to change.

He gained muscle mass, learned to ride a bike, and began to walk with a
swagger he had copied from Sarge and Titus.  He took on a new persona of a
bad ass little slave-boy eunuch. He began to look like he should belong to
Sarge and Titus. Sarge's constant bragging about Button and his progress
helped. It encouraged the kid to be what they needed and wanted him to be.

Button began to dwell more and more on having a smooth crotch like Billy
and Oscar's whom he admired tremendously.  Sarge and Titus checked with
Doctor Dan who did a lot of research and agreed to do the surgery with
Dr. Tagame's assistance at Doctor Dan' clinic in Desert Hot Springs.

They didn't remove Button's testicles. They were placed up in side of him
and surgical saran was installed to hold them in place.  They removed the
excess sack, carefully stitched him up and used part of the sack they
removed to graft onto his front to make it totally smooth. It was a marvel
of modern surgery.  Button, Sarge and Titus couldn't have been happier.

He came for the first time in his life. The doctors who removed his penis
told him and Zack he never would be able to climax.  He was riding Titus
when suddenly this feeling came over him, he looked startled and almost
passed out. Titus grabbed him having no idea what was wrong until he found
slave come around the base of his big cock.

Titus laughed as he gently explain to Button he had just ejaculated, come,
shot.  How did it feel?  Once Button got his breath back he wanted more of
that feeling and insisted on riding Titus or Sarge or both at least once a
day to get off.  Sarge had to start regulating Button's coming to use as a
' rewards' for good behavior.

For some reason Button gave up his fear of S&M, 'Rites of Passage" sexual
scenes under Sarge and Titus.  Sarge would make Button watch him work Titus
over with a whip and see the passion the two of them shared after Sarge cut
Titus free. He began to want what he saw Titus experience.

He began to ask Sarge for a 'little.'  A little became more and more until
Button could take as much or more than Titus.  He would beg Sarge for more
with tears in his eyes then go to Titus with the whip in his mouth to beg
him for more.  They were good Masters and observed limits even if he didn't
want to.

Button became their pride and joy.  He performed the ritual greeting with
both Sarge and Titus and saw their needs. He bathed and clothed both of
them. Took care of the house and most of the menial chores.  Under Titus,
he even learned to do some cooking.

Master Zack couldn't have been more pleased with Button's progress and was
relieved of guilt for having sold him. Button took on a whole new attitude
toward Zack of hero worship and devotion for having saved him from a tragic
life.  He was ever grateful to Master Zack and came to love and appreciate
Will's gifts like the rest of us.

Button got really sick and was running a high fever.  The doctors couldn't
find the cause.  They had no idea what was wrong. In desperation Sarge
called Will and Josh who came immediately and healed Button.  Button owed
Will and Josh his life.  He loved them both unquestioningly.

Button became more than a slave to Sarge and Titus.  He became a
strengthening bond between the two good looking men.  He became their
child. He slept almost ever night between them. Occasionally he would be
sent to his own bed so his Masters could have a night to themselves.

He was wise enough to give them their space and never insisted on
intruding. He was included in everything they did. He went everywhere with
them. They were family within our family.  The three of them were loved by
all and they were included in everything. Under Sarge and Titus Button grew
up. He gained height and worked out with Titus to develop an amazing body.

Will worked out with the Dungeon Master all through his training and looked
damn hot at his ceremony in front of his family.  There were more attend
his ceremony than mine. Even Doctor Dan and his slave were present. I spoke
on Will's behalf. Master Jeb almost couldn't get through his speech
recommending Will to the family.

Chief broke up as well.  The Dungeon Master choked back considerable tears
as he described little Lyle's miraculous healing and a couple other
children Will and Josh brought back from the brink of death. Again there
was not a dry eye in the house.  Allen spoke for him and spoke with dignity
and conviction to recommend his brother slave.

Master Josh gave the most moving speech of the evening in which he claimed
that Will was responsible for awakening his gift and teaching him how to
use it.  He felt Will contributed to the healing his own soul to become
able to fully accept his true place in the universe.  Everyone was in tears
at the strength of this big man to speak so openly about himself and the
young slave that he was recommending to the family.

Master Bull gave a heart wrenching testimonial of love for Will, his
talents and the feelings he and his slave Charlie felt for him. And last,
even though he was not yet a member of the family, Doctor Dan gave an
eloquent speech about his observations of other healings Will and Josh had
participated in he confirmed.

Will was more highly recommend for admission to the family than any slave
in recalled memory. After his slave ceremony and admission into the family
Will was immediately transferred as property to Master Zack, his beloved
new Master. Wes couldn't have made a better match.



Part V ~ A Line In The Sand

When I removed Will's robe in front of his family there were audible gasps
that ran through the crowd. Bull went ape shit, started applauding, calling
Will's name and he and Charlie began yelling,

"Way to go, Will, looking good, Son!"  The rest of the audience followed
suit with much applauding, whistling and stamping of feet. Will stood proud
in front of the family who took him to their hearts. If only that
pretentious queen, Brad ,could see him now.  But alas, poor Brad was doing
two to ten for attempted murder in Solidad.

We referred to him as "Solidad Sue." He got out after a year on probation
and good behavior. He'd been raped so many times in prison he became a hard
core bottom. He was now having to deal with the uncaring, self centered,
bastards that claimed to be a Master because they wore a little leather and
rode a bike to the gay bars. That was Brad's fate. He deserved it.  He
didn't have a clue.

The last week went by for me so quickly, it seemed like I turned around
twice and Friday morning was there.  In the last two weeks I went to dinner
with six Masters who felt like they might be interested in bidding on me.
Two were find, good looking men but the other four were nice men but ones I
hoped wouldn't win the bid.

I would rather be the Captain's slave than theirs.  Although as a slave I
should not express preferences but as a human being it's difficult not
to. The Captain called me twice that last week. Once to inquire about how I
was doing and if I might have changed my mind about wanting to become his
slave. I told him once again I loved him but my heart was here with my
family and two Masters.

The second time he called he was somewhat upset because he had been visited
by a small bluish ball of light that spun around his head three times and
bussed him on the cheek.  Later that night he had a vivid dream that this
young, short, good looking buffed out young man with a cunt came to him and
told him he must buy me.  He even had sex with him.

The Captain woke up and his bed had come all over it.  What?  Wes? What was
he doing?  Had he betrayed his Master and me? What was going on? I didn't
tell the Captain it was a perfect description of Wes. I didn't want him to
correlate the two. I didn't know whether to say anything to my two Masters
or not.

Master Earl put so much faith in Wes to have this information might destroy
him, especially if the Captain won the bid.  I couldn't do that to him. If
Wes was being deceitful then I would be the only one to know. I decided
there were two men I could talk to, Chief and Master Jeb.

They would die with my dilemma if sworn to secrecy.  I got them together as
unnoticed by the Dungeon Master as possible and told them of the phone call
from the Captain.  They were both dumbfounded. Chief, my Hero, my Savior,
came to the rescue with a weird but believable idea.

He proposed perhaps Wes wanted me to be the Captain's slave for a brief
period of time for some greater purpose and I would eventually fall back to
the family. That needed to be included in the Captain's contract before the
family would release me to him if he won the bid. They would not allow me
to go to another family if something should happen to him.

That explanation sounded reasonable to Master Jeb and I but I had all ready
waited so long to belong to Master Earl it was upsetting to me. Chief said
in that light maybe it should be shared with my two Masters. I couldn't
tell them. I asked Chief if he would tell Master Earl and Master Jeb tell
the Dungeon Master.

I couldn't and wouldn't discuss it with either of them, unless directly
ordered to, I was so distraught. It seemed my worst fears were coming
true. That sort of shit had always happened to me all my life. I was so
Goddamned sick of not getting my piece of the pie.

I worked hard, trying to be good, doing for others, live a selfless life
only to be denied time and time again.  Calm down Beau, you're all
right. You're bigger than that. I couldn't even go there in my mind. I was
tired of being big. This was the time I had to dig down in my gut to
remember those early days of thinking about becoming a slave.

Accepting the fact that this could possibly happen and yet I wanted to go
through with it. You're now a slave, Beau, deal with it. Fuck it!  I didn't
want to deal with it.

You have no choice in the matter so all your fussing isn't going to make
one damn bit of difference to these men out there whether they love you or
not. You wanted this, so relax, accept your role as a slave, learn to think
like a slave and not expect so much. Nothings changed in your life.

They told my two Masters and all was quiet from both of them. The Dungeon
Master knew I was suffering but never said a word. Will was not told. I
stayed with my Master Thursday night and he never mentioned it; although, I
knew Chief sat down with him the night before to discuss it.

My Master held me in his arms and the only mention was to tell me he still
had faith in Wes. He would not let us down. I restrained myself but every
fiber in my body wanted to yell at him,

"Are you nuts, Master! He's betrayed us!" but I didn't.  I had another
vivid dream that night. Wes appeared and I was angry at him for betraying
his Master and I; more for having betrayed our Master.  He showed me a
ceremony in which he gave me to Master Earl for his slave for life.  I
wasn't buying it. There was the Captain that was also in the dream and he
kept pulling me away from Master Earl.  Then Master Jim came into the dream
and ripped off the Captains Mask, they embraced, and I saw his face.

I knew him, I had seen his face before. I did love him before but where;
when?  I was too angry to see the rest of the dream.  I wouldn't allow
myself to look.  Wes knew I was angry and hurting and tried to project
comforting feelings toward me but I was having none of it. I didn't want
him invading my thoughts, body, or mind anymore.  I began to wonder which
side he was working for?

All bids had to be in by Friday evening by six; no exceptions. The results
wouldn't be announced until nine o'clock that evening. The earliest bid
arrived at nine in the morning and went into a locked box that wouldn't be
opened until after six. The last bid to arrive was the Captain's delivered
by the Captain's chauffeur.

The Captain drove up with him and his slave X but would not appear until
the results were announce in the auditorium at nine. Surprisingly, there
were eight bids.  Master Earl had no qualms about asking how much he should
bid and the highest price ever paid for a slave under Master Jeb
training. Master Jeb told him that the highest price he'd ever gotten for a
slave was twenty-five hundred. He suggested that Master Earl bid three
thousand to be safe.

The Dungeon Master and Master Earl got their heads together and I thought I
saw a check, bank draft or cash changing hands between them but I couldn't
be sure. I didn't want to know.  Master Jeb was to handle the opening of
the bids and Chief was to assist him.

They needed one other and asked Doctor Dan if he would witness the bids so
that it was fair to all.  After six, the three of them went into Master
Jeb's office and closed the door.  Each envelope had the name of the
bidding Master on the outside.

Master Jeb suggested he open the other six first, Master Earl's and the
Captain's last. He opened each one carefully and read the contents of the
bid and noted whether it had a check, band draft or cash. Chief carefully
recorded each results with the amount by the side.  The first six were in
the hundreds. Except one was for fifteen hundred.

The next bid Master Jeb opened was Master Earl's and it was for five
thousand. He seemed surprised as well as pleased that it was such a strong
bid and included a bank draft. Spirits were high that Master Earl won the
bid.

He opened the Captain's last. In it was a letter of bid and an envelope
containing cash. The bid was for one thousand dollars over your highest
bid. In the envelope were ten, one thousand dollar bills.  The Captain won
the bid at six thousand dollars.

The three men were stunned.  They couldn't speak to each other.  They
didn't know what to do.  They sat there looking at one another.  Doctor Dan
finally broke the stunned silence.

"There's nothing you can do, Gentlemen. You opened the bidding and allowed
this man to participate. There was no limits set. He has the right to make
as high a bid as he wants. He was cleaver. His bid is for one thousand over
the next highest bid. He won the bid. Beau belongs to him."

They agreed no one would be told the outcome until nine o'clock.

A family, two fine men and a slave's dream shattered. I was now to become
the property of an outsider. The reality of slavery, consensual or not. It
was not meant to happen this way, how could this have happened? How do you
undo love? Our slave to another? The unthought of had occurred.  Chief
consoled him while Jeb wept quietly.


End Chapter 29
The Ties That Bind
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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