Date: Fri, 15 Aug 2003 10:29:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ties That Bind Chapter 3

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Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf


CHAPTER 3 ~ SEVEN DAYS


Part I ~ Leaving Mt. Washington

Confutatis Maladictus ~ (horrible confusion)
Requiem Mass


Master Jeb released me  from my bond. He put his big arms around me and
held me tight for a moment. Then he looked into my eyes to see if my lights
were on.

"You've got a lot to think about, Son. I won't add anything further to your
confusion but I must congratulate you and tell you,  you passed every test we
gave you.   I'm damn proud of you, Son."   Master Jeb took me in his arms,
hugged and gently kissed me on the cheek.

'Now why did he have to say that?' I thought, "No one's ever told me they
were proud of me for anything, except him and, damn it, I want to believe him.
I'd like nothing better than to think of him as my dad and dad just told me he
was proud of me.'

"Thank you, Master Jeb.  I appreciate you trying to help me, Sir."

"You don't have to call me 'Master' now, Son, I've released you from our
agreement."

"I know, Master Jeb." I said without smiling and looking at my boots.

 Jeb smiled to himself and shook his head.

"C'mon, Boy, I'll walk you out." Big Jim said, putting his hand on my butt
to escort me in the direction of the door.

We walked out to the driveway where my bike was parked. I was going to
get on and go. I didn't want to say anything that might compromise the big
man's resolve. I stuck the key in, turned the gas petcock on,  put my boot on
the crank getting  ready to kick my bike, and felt a massive hand  grab me on
my shoulder and spin me around.

"Cut that out, Boy.  Get off that bike for a minute."  I didn't have to obey
the giant. I wasn't under Master Jeb's agreement but something told me I'd
better.  I sat my bike on it's kick stand, threw my leg back and over and stood
in front of the giant looking down at his boots.  He grabbed me pretty roughly
to him.

"Don't play games with a Master, Son.   He'll win every time.  He holds all
the cards.  You know you want to kiss me goodbye.  Well, I got a news flash
for ya, your giant wants to kiss 'you' goodbye, too."

 I slowly put my arms around him. He reached down to feel the big plug in
my ass.  Took his big fingers and pushed on it to make sure it was seated
properly. He instructed me to push back and I obeyed.   He continued to hold
me but I wouldn't look up at him.   I though if I did he would surely know. His
big paw came gently under my chin and slowly raised my head to his waiting
mouth.

He kissed me gently as he cupped  the back of my head with his enormous
hand almost to insure I didn't pull away from him.  Why was he doing this? He
all ready laid the law down to me and I was trying to get away with some
dignity.  Is he trying to break my heart?

I knew I had to get out of there and fast or I was going to lose it. I had an
enormous lump in my throat and kept trying to swallow but it was lodged there
and wouldn't go away. I thanked him again for the afternoon but added I really
had to get home.  I got back on my bike.

I felt heat rising in my body as I began to get angry. Goddamn him, I've
been to hell and back in Nam and I'm not afraid to stand up to this big bastard
even if he does make three of me.  The situation was like a one sided blow job
and I'm the fool on his knees.   I cranked my bike to start it.  He walked in
front and looked at me with the saddest eyes. I melted and forgot anything
mean spirited or clever I was going to say.

"Will you answer a question for me, Master?" he stepped to my side to hear
me better over the noise of the engine.

"If I can, Boy."

"Well," I said, "it's a 'yes' or 'no' question. Can you handle that?"

"Don't be disrespectful, Boy."

"I'm from the South,  Master,  where I was taught respect is a two-way
street."

"What's your question, Boy?"

"Do you believe in love at first sight?"  I no sooner got the words out when
that lump in my throat prompted one stupid, son of a bitching, tear to roll down
my cheek.

"I don't believe in love anymore."  he answered gruffly as he looked away
into the distance.  He slowly returned his gaze to me hoping I wasn't looking at
him but I was.  I saw the flash in his eyes and then he quickly averted his gaze.
He lied to me.  He also knew I saw it.  He knew there was no doubt in my mind
I caught him in a lie.  If that weren't bad enough he began to blush bright red.

I looked away from him to try to regain some modicum of composure and
studied the handle bars of my bike trying to think of something profound to say
but I was in too much  pain and knew it was time for Ber'Rabbit to run away.  I
didn't plan to say what I did next but I think sometimes an angel or God puts
lines in our heads.

"You're right, Jim. You win, you hold all the cards, all but one.  You
better check your deck again.  You're only hold'n fifty-one cards.  That lie just
cost  you  your jack of hearts."  with that I gunned my bike, slammed it in gear
with my boot and was off down the street.

Big Jim stood for a moment, stunned, his mouth open, a half smile on his
big face like he'd been cut down a notch or two, watching an angry young
man, a hurt young man, that wanted nothing more than to love and serve him,
disappear down the hill into the night.

He'd been an giant asshole. Why did he treat the kid that way?   He prided
himself on being good to all people and here he was being Mr. Hard-ass biker
Master.

'You never could tell a lie and get away with it.  You fuck'n light up like
gum ball machine and everyone knows you're lying.' he thought to himself.

'That kid is no exception.  He's the last one you should've lied to.  His
head is up in lights.  You deserved what you got.  Hell, he was just trying to
protect his heart.  He wasn't the least bit intimidated by you or your size.  He
saw a killer shot and went directly for your heart.  You made a stupid move
and he nailed your big ass the barn door.

Maybe it's for the best.  If the kid decides not to enter training then I don't
have to mask my feelings. Or worse, have my best friend become angry with
me if he suspected my true feelings.  Jeb's not a man you want to anger or go
back on your word to him.  Damn, I haven't felt this bad since Scout died.

Could I really have walked into that room, seen the boy with a belly full of
piss and fallen in love with him?  Naw, it just doesn't happen. Who're you
trying to kid?  You fell in love with Scout the minute he got out from under
that truck.  You knew you didn't want to live another day without him by your
side.

 Then why did you give Beau the bit about looking you up?  Were you
trying to impress him with your sincerity just to get into his ass? No, no, damn
it, I could've had that anyway.  There was something about him I wanted,  I
needed.

Well, you'd better give it up asshole you alienated the kid, you lied to him,
he caught you in a bald face lie and you can't handle it.   The kid rode off with
a major chunk of you heart in his back pocket.  You could lose your best friend
if you don't get it together.'  He shook his head and laughed at himself.

"The little fucker nailed me to the wall.  I like that in him. Hell, I like me in
him. No, I LOVE me in him.  Jeb's right, he'll be a hard one to break but when
someone does, Sweet Jesus, Mary, Joseph, what a slave he will make.' he
chuckled to himself.

'The scamp cut my legs off at the knees without raising his voice.  Well
done, Boy.' Big Jim thought to himself,  'Butch bottom my ass. He's more like
a Goddamn bull dog. Bull dog Butch. Humm.  He stood up to me and killed the
giant without firing a shot.   Bull dog Butch, the giant killer.'  He thought as he
slowly walked into the house. He laughed again at himself.

'Be honest with yourself old man he killed you the first time you laid eyes
on him and continued killing you with his need and hunger for you.  You old
romantic son of a bitch, you know you would've claimed him for  your slave
right then and there.

Go on admit it to yourself. Be as big as your body for once in you life. You
told him you may never find what you had with Scout again. You knew it was
a Goddamn lie the minute it came out of your mouth. You were laying there
holding an equal or greater treasure.

I guess the old bard of the Avon was right,  us mortals weave a lot of webs
only to deceive ourselves.  Well, what the hell are you gonna' do about it you
giant asshole? What you usually do? Nothing? Hoping it will take care of
itself?  Go away?'

The giant man walked into the house, his shoulders slumped over the way
he did when he was a kid and embarrassed about his height and size.  He
lumbered into the kitchen, grabbed a beer from the fridge and walked into a
small sitting room Jeb used as a communal gathering/T.V. room off the main
living room.  It was the best view in the house and looked out across the lights
of downtown Los Angeles. He sat down in an overstuffed chair and began to
drink his beer. Jeb came in to look for him.

"You in here, Jim?"

"Yeah, Jeb, I'm right here."

"Why you sitting in the dark?"

"Enjoying the view and the lights."

"Yeah, is kinda peaceful, ain't it?  Mind if I join ya'?" Jeb said as he
popped open his beer.

"'Course not, Jeb. Sit down."

The two men sat in silence for a while drinking their beer. Jeb spoke first.

"Well?" Jeb said questioningly.

"He's a good kid."  Big Jim said with a heavy sigh,   "He's angry 'bout
something;  s'got some bug up his ass,  but he has a great deal of heart and love
to give some lucky Master.  You amaze me, Brother, how you can size 'em up
so quickly.  He's a Butch Bottom all right.  My size didn't strike the least bit of
fear in him. He took one look at me and knew where I lived; not only the
address but the zip code as well." Jeb laughed at Big Jim's appraisal.

"Yeah, he's a bit of a puzzle." Jeb sighed deeply, "If he agrees he'll be the
last one."

"Get out 'a here, Bro, you don't mean that?"

"I do mean that, Jim. I'm getting to damn old to stay three jumps ahead of
these young bucks that wanna' be turned into useful slave-boys overnight."

"Then why him?" Jim asked almost knowing what the answer would be.

"He's rare. How many slaves can you think of  you could really call a
natural?  I can count 'em on one hand. Remember, --you had a hell of a time
breaking Scout to and training him to become the slave you wanted."

"Let's don't talk about Scout, Bro."

"I'm sorry, Jim, but you know the point I'm making."

"Yeah, I know. I guess the only three slaves I could think of as naturals
would be Billy, Titus, and Oscar.  Oh, yeah, and maybe, Griz, Cowboy and
Wes." Jim said thoughtfully.  'Course, Wes is gone now.

"I agree. Those are the only five I could think, six including Wes,  of out of
maybe fifty slaves we know." replied Jeb.

"Do you think he'll go for it?" Big Jim asked quietly.

"It's hard to tell with him. All that anger masks his true feelings. It was a
plus sign when he continued to call me Master after I released him, but I just
don't know. All the others I could read like a dime store novel but him, there's
something different about him. I can't put my finger on. You know what I
mean?"

"Oops, I knooow that look." Big Jim smiled knowingly.

"Don't be silly. He's another would be slave; however, one of the most
exciting prospects I've met in a long while.  There's things I know about him I
haven't shared with you that may make him the greatest slave prospect I've
ever had.  He just may be my masterpiece."  Jeb giggled, then added. "Pun
intended."  The two men broke up laughing.

"Well, Bro, I don't think you have anything to worry about. He'll say
'yes.'"

"How's that?" Jeb questioned

"His eyes told me more than his mouth did, and his body; I played him like
a cheap fiddle and he resonated from deep inside like a fucking fine violin.
He'd make a Master four feet tall feel like a Goddamn giant."

"Yeah, I felt that, too, Jim." Jeb said quietly.

The two men sat in silence for a few minutes and Jeb got up and headed out
of the room.

"The kid wore me out, I'm going to bed. Good night, Jim"

"Good night, Bro, mind if I make a phone call?"

"Naw, go ahead, use my desk."

Jeb left to go to bed and Big Jim moved to Jeb's big desk and turned on the
Banker's light. Beau's folder was sitting on top of the desk. Big Jim picked up
the phone and dialed 411.

"Yes, Operator, could you give me the number for Western Union."




Part II ~ All The Way Home.


Wooaah! It ain't easy to ride a vibrating BSA with your cock in a cage and
a huge plug up your butt. From Mt. Washington to Silverlake is about eight
miles as the crow flies.  I didn't give a shit. Couldn't anyway.  I was so damn
hurt and angry at that big son of a bitch, I didn't pay attention to the discomfort
until the drive around the lake.

On the back of a British bike on a cold spring night in Los Angeles, around
the lake in the Silverlake district, with a plug up your butt can seem like an
eternity.  Wouldn't you know, I was just my fucking luck the damn thing was
making me horny again.  Ben-the-dick-arnold was growing in it's cage and
getting tight.  Real tight.

I had to give the giant bastard credit, I hadn't leaked a drop out my ass. I
arrived at the turn  for my street and took the back route to my place over
Descanso Drive. The trees have uprooted the street to make it uneven and
bumpy. In a car you have to go really slow or it will bounce you so badly  your
head will hit the roof of the car.

I flew over it  with my bike which gave my  ass such a good hard fucking I
felt like I was being fucked by the giant again.  I guess in a way, I was.   The
piss in my belly was sloshing around, the piss and come in my ass was going
crazy, and the plug was far enough inside my ass  to thoroughly massage my
prostate.

I shot so hard in my levis I thought I was going down with the bike.
Instead,  I pulled over with the motor still running leaned across the handle
bars and gunned the engine as I came, and came, and came again.

I lay there for a minute over my handle bars, drained, with come running
down both legs, thinking to myself,

'Showed that son of a bitch! I don't need my hand to get off and by the
way, you giant asshole, thanks for the plug, it came in handy.'   Then I threw
my head back and  laughed harder than I ever laughed at anything or anybody
in my life.

It was catharsis, epiphany,  and climax, the relief sisters,  all rolled into
one. I was over it, let it go, just like you did all those times in Nam you had
someone tell you, let it go, and you obeyed. You were empty then and you're
empty now; however, at that moment it seemed  easier to live on empty than to
live with pain.

I pulled into my garage still laughing at myself with my levis full of come
running down my legs.  I was living testament to the old saying where there's a
will there's a way. Now this week if I wanted to get off all I'd have to do  is
shove that big plug back in my ass and head for Descanso Drive. Voila, instant
fucking. Except next time I think I'll wear a sanitary napkin. I laughed again as
I walked into my apartment.

By this time my ass muscles were getting use to the plug.   I decided to
leave it in for a while and take it out just before going to bed. I made myself a
drink, fed  puss, and headed for the shower. I no sooner got out of the shower
when the door bell rang. Damn it! I didn't  know where my robe was. Well
maybe it's my neighbor, he's use to my strange ways. I wrapped my towel
around my waist and headed  for the door.

Damn, it was the Western Union man and he wanted me to sign for the
damned thing. I took the clip board from him and no sooner signed my name
when my towel dropped from my waist. His jaw dropped open like a dirt
shovel and I looked down to see my erect cock in it's cage.  What could I do?  I
just laughed and told him,

"I broke my dick about two weeks ago in a construction accident and this is
a new medical procedure to straightened it." He shook his head,  smiled
knowingly and left. I roared with laughter again at the absurdity of it all. He
didn't believe me for a minute.

A telegram! Oh shit! You never get a telegram unless someone in the
family died.   Oh, God, who?  Dad, Gladys, Turner? I tore it open with shaking
hands and read: To: Bull Dog Butch the giant killer(Stop) The answer is yes, I
do believe(Stop) You are  ordered to forgive this giant A-hole(Stop) Do it now,
Son(Stop) Jim

I fell across the bed and cried until I could cry no more. Confused, happy,
excited, the most alive I'd felt in years.  Fuck it, it's Friday night. Think I'll go
out to the bars. Why, you asshole you've been fucked royally three times
today, came twice? What more do you want?

NOT TO SIT HOME ALONE.

I went to the bathroom and took the plug out of my ass. I barely got on the
toilet before the bottom fell out. I got in the shower and hosed out my ass. I
dried myself and laid out my leathers to wear to the bar.  I put everything on
and was surprised to find they fit over the cage just fine.. In fact, it made my
crotch bulge a little bigger.  That was a plus when I was going trolling. (pun
intended)

I looked around the apartment to see if I forgot anything and it hit me, hard,
in the gut, it was the first time in several hours something hadn't been shoved
up my ass and I felt empty, lonely.  There was a hole in the pit of my gut I
can't describe.  This must be what Master Jeb talked  about.   Could imprinting
happen so fast? All I knew was I wouldn't get out of the house without Big
Jim's plug up my butt. Angrily I threw off my leathers,  angry at his control
over me.

It pissed  me off,  Big Jim neither was aware nor could appreciate what he
created in me.  I cleaned the huge plug, greased it up, moved the leather strap
and ring out of the way, inserted it in my ass and moved the ring back to lock it
into place. Then I put my leathers back on and headed to the garage to get  my
bike. I arrived at the bar and Jerry the door boy let me in.

"You put on a little weight? He ask.  I laughed .

"I wish." I replied.

  I bought a beer and stood in my usual spot  to watch, and that's what I did
was watch. Not a soul walked up to me to say a word. Not even people I knew
but the more beer I had the less I cared and the better Master Jim's plug felt.  It
was as if the big son of a bitch's  huge hand had reached all the way to the bar
and was fucking my butt. Why was I here? Descanso Drive was calling me.

I rode the bike home slowly and decided not to do Descanso.  I put the bike
in the garage and went into my apartment.  I fell across the bed and re-read
Master Jim's telegram. I put it inside my leather jacket near my heart and fell
into a deep sleep. Saturday morning found me in my leathers, ass plugged,
cock caged with a roaring boner.

What was I going to do?  I couldn't keep driving over Descanso? What
would the neighbors say?  I laughed at my fantasy. 'Okay,'  I told myself, 'it's
time you make some commitments not only to others but to yourself. The man
cared enough about you to put this damn cage on you to teach you a little
control.

Why work at defeating him? You've all ready proved you could. Swallow
your pride and allow him to control your life for a week.  See if you can handle
it.  Despite his lousy attitude pretend he's your Master. It's only a week.

He did send a telegram sort of half-ass apologizing. He didn't say he was
going to change his resolve to not interfere. While you forgive him, you're no
further along than you were in his driveway last night.  Well shit, just go back
Friday and tell them to get this damned cage off you. Then tell them both to
kiss your ass and go to hell. If he doesn't want me then I don't want him.

Who are you trying to kid? You want that man in the worst way. Okay,
okay, I flipped for him big time but it's just infatuation, a school boy crush.
After all, do you really want to give up your cock and balls for this man? What
are you willing to pay for what you want? Oh, hell, it's going to be a long
week, a hellish week; seven days of hell.

Sunday I hung around the apartment and didn't do much. Watched T.V.
talked to my bike buddy Griff.  He called to ask if I wanted to ride with him to
Badger Flats this year.   He told me he had a new young, good looking boy he
was fucking, a really butch mother fucker, that liked to put on women's
lingerie to get fucked. I asked him if that was a turnoff and he said,

"No.  He still gets fucked!"

I just laughed. and told him, yes, I would go,  not thinking about the future.
Did I want to go riding this afternoon? No I was going to rest up for the week
ahead.



Part III ~ Big Daddy Jake

"This is the night, when the heavens are bright, and they call it,
bella notte."
>From Disney's Lady and The Tramp


Monday ~ I breezed through work with no problem. My supervisor at
work, Sam Jenkins,  stopped me.

"Something's different about you today, Beau.  You're walking with a
spring in your step." he put his arm around me as we walked and leaned in
close,

 "C'mon, Kid,  you can tell old Sam. You either fell in love over the
weekend or you got a plug up your butt."

Sam never said anything personal to me during the three years I worked
there.  I was shocked but laughed at his statement. Then I wondered if he really
could tell.  How would he know about a plug in a man's butt?  I wasn't about
to admit it nor was I about to ask.

"Naw!"  I smiled when I got myself together.  "But, I'll tell ya,' Sam, at
this point in my life either one doesn't sound too damn bad." We laughed
together.

"Well, something's different about you.  You got a glow about you I
haven't seen before, but you know what, Son?  It looks good on you.  What
ever it is, I'm happy for you."  He walked away chuckling to himself.

'If you only knew, Sam, if you only knew.'  I thought to myself.

I wondered about Sam.  He was big, somewhat attractive and ruggedly
handsome.  It was obvious he took good care of his body.  Someone said when
he was younger he rode the rodeo circuit and was a champion saddle bronc
rider.  I tried to imagine him breaking me in with a big ole pair of cowboy
boots, chaps and spurs, a big, wide brimmed hat waving it about as he hollered
to the cowboy at the gate, "Let 'em buck!"   I'd make damn sure he stayed in
the saddle until the eight second buzzer sounded then I'd tame down right nice
and give that old, scarred cowboy the ride of his life.  Whee dogies!  Come
shot fantasy number nine.

Tuesday, Wednesday,  passed with a full work schedule at the garage. I
worked hard and got in some overtime. I wore Big Jim's plug round the clock
for five days.  The ring strapped it in so tight I didn't have to worry about
losing it.  It began to feel like a part of me. I felt empty without it.

It was kind of like a baby's pacifier.  A slave needs a pacifier in his hole to
satisfy his butt sucking urges until his Master gives him a good feeding of what
his boy needs.  I laughed as I pictured Big Jim turning me over his knee
afterward and slapping me on the butt to burp me.

It certainly acted like a pacifier.   I'd lay down on the creeper to slide in
under a big truck, spread my legs, draw my feet close to the base of the creeper
and get the full strength of that big plug fucking me as I worked on a
transmission.  I'd make my ass suck on it every so often to make it give me a
good fucking for a minute or two.  It kept me hard all day.

Thursday afternoon I was under a big Mack truck changing the oil  and
Jake, my straight buddy and foreman  thought it was great fun to sneak up on
me, put the tip of his big work boot right on my asshole and act like he was
trying to fuck me with it. It was all good natured fun to him and I went along
with it as it seemed to bond us in a friendship.

He liked me because I was a good sport about it and gave as good as I got.
I liked Jake.  He was a little older than I, and he dripped with redneck sex
appeal. He was full blooded Italian with raging male hormones he obviously
didn't get fully taken care of at home.  Jacobinni Antonio Carmine Raggazzi.
Ray-got's-Z he told me to pronounce it.

He had seven kids and was a good provider and father. When I first began
work at the garage he took me under his wing like a mother hen and taught me
the basics of the trade; however, not until he tested me by giving me every shit
job in the place to do for several months.

Jake was the shop foreman; the ram rod of the shop who divided up the
work, assigned it, and made sure it got done. He was also a fount of mechanical
knowledge.  Up to that time, I never met a man who knew as much about
mechanics.

We were buds, but only at the shop.  He was a rough edged, foul mouthed,
temperamental, sincere, intelligent, but caring man. He was passionately Italian
and could flash in a second but he never did with me.  I seemed to have a
calming effect on him and he knew he could get away with almost anything
with me.

He mistakenly thought he hurt my feelings one day, came to me with his
hat in his hand and cried as he apologized.  I assured him there was nothing to
apologize for, he didn't hurt my feeling.  I had him laughing again in five
minutes calling me an ass hole.

 I liked Jake immediately.  I liked him a lot.  Yes, Goddamn it, I liked him
that way, too.  He exuded raw, animal sexuality that I had no immunity against.
I got roaring hard every time he put his arm around my shoulder in a gesture of
friendship. Thank, God, for coveralls.  They're so baggy you usually can't tell
anything about a man's crotch.

 I didn't even mind doing the shit jobs he assigned me.  I was determined to
do them well with a good attitude.  My personality,  exactly opposite,  drew us
together like Yin and Yang. I called him Rags or Big Daddy Jake and he loved
it.  Nobody got close enough to Jake to give him a nickname.  I did and he
thought that was okay.

Everybody in the shop started calling him that, too. He didn't mind the
other guys calling him Rags, he sort of liked that, but he let them know I was
the only one who could call him Daddy Jake. He was a little taller than I and
strong as an ox.  He was built stout.  He looked like a damn fireplug.   He had
the neatest little beer gut that barely hung over his wide black leather belt.

I would fantasize about blowing him and having that little gut hit me in the
forehead every stroke my throat took on his big Italian sausage. He'd find me
by  myself during break and put his big arm over my shoulder and in a soft
voice would say,

"Daddy Jake fucked his little boy good this afternoon, didn't he?"

I think he sensed I was gay and this was his way of handling it. He knew he
liked me and wanted, somehow, to resolve that conundrum within himself.
This was his way of doing it and I played along without pushing.  He loved to
make me blush and have me go along with his shit.

 "Damn, Daddy Jake,  you really did fuck your little boy good today.
Gotta' give credit where credit's due.  Fuck, I almost came today. Promise
you'll fuck me good again tomorrow?" He'd laugh, whomp me on the back,
call me an asshole but he'd always add,

"You bet, Kid, I love fucking my little boy."

"You're so good at it, too, Daddy Jake." I'd tell him and  he'd  roar with
laughter.

In the afternoon I was under a big Case truck working on the linkage.  He
zeroed  in on my butt, got his big boot dead on my ass and started his fucking
my ass routine. This time instead of jumping I relaxed and raised my feet in the
air so he could get his best shot. He put the flat of his heavy vibram sole boot
right where he thought my ass would be and continued his fucking action.

He couldn't figure it out but I was going along with it.  That was good
enough for him. About the sixth big push with his boot I shot in my coveralls
and began moaning. I wrapped my legs around his big boot and urged him to
continue.

"C'mon, Daddy Jake.  That was damn good!   C'mon, fuck your little boy
good!  I know you got another one in that big,  hot, Italian work boot  of yours.
Give it to your little boy, Daddy Jake!  Let chur' little boy have it!   'At's it!
"At's it!  Right there! Yeah!  A little harder right there, Daddy Jake!  Woah,
damn, Daddy Jake!  Woah, you be fuck'n me good, Daddy Jake.  Sooo good!
One more big one, Daddy Jake, stomp that mother fucker!  Ahhhhhhhh!  Oh,
oh,...oh!  Arrrrggggg!"  I groaned as I shot the biggest load I had in a long
time.

 He thought it was all an act on my part.  He got in the mood of the scene
and started to pump me faster and harder. Was I surprised?  He never did that
before but he seemed to be enjoying it. I relaxed and raised my ass higher in
the air to let him have at it. He really got into it and  pumped me so hard I shot
again. I couldn't take anymore, I was drained.  I started laughing, called him a
dirty, old, wop, son of a bitch,  and told him to back off the game was over.

"You all right, Son?"  He looked under the truck at me with the biggest
grin on his big goom-ba face.

"I'm all right, Daddy Jake."  I said breathless and still laughing, "Damn,
that was a good hot fuck'n, Daddy Jake!  Thank you."

He laughed and walked away. I rolled over on the creeper groaning and
spent. It took me five minutes laying there to recover.  I laughed to myself
thinking if he knew what he'd  done he'd piss in his pants.  I got out from
under the truck, walked over to a box of clean rags for cleaning our hands,
grabbed one, unzipped the front of my coveralls and began to clean myself.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Jake walk by my bay again.  He stopped,
looked and saw me cleaning myself.  I pretended I didn't see him and went
about my business.  I saw this knowing grin spread across his face.  He shook
his head as he walked on with just a little more spring in his step.

Later,  on break that afternoon,  he was reserved and didn't do his Big
Daddy Jake, Italian, goom-ba routine so I thought I'd yank his chain.

"Damn,  Daddy Jake!  You were really good this afternoon.  Don't get me
wrong, you always fuck me good, Daddy Jake,  but today you were extra
special good, no hell, you were grrreaaaat! Like Tony the tiger great."

Jake almost broke into a smile, was quiet for a moment then looked me in
the eye.

"You came, didn't you?"  he asked quietly, smiling as he looked down at
his big boots.

"Twice, thanks to you, Daddy Jake!  That was one hell of a good hot, boot
fuck'n you gave me.  You fucked me so damn good, I couldn't help it.  I
apologize, Daddy Jake.   I didn't mean for it to happen but you were just so
damn, fuck'n  good I couldn't hold it.  I've almost come several times when
you fucked me before with your boot but you always stopped just about the
time I was about ready to hit."   I smiled sweetly. He shook his head and smiled
back. I could tell he still had questions.  I wasn't going to give him a  thing.

"No apology necessary, Son.  Glad I could help my boy out.  There just one
thing I want to know."

"Yeah, what's 'at, Daddy Jake?"

"What afternoon do you want Daddy Jake to drop by your apartment and
show you  how good he can really fuck you?"

I thought to myself, ' WHAT?!'  I almost choked on my coffee and burned
my hand, 'WHAT DID HE SAY TO ME?!  Did I hear him right? Hot, straight,
Italian stud wants to come by my apartment and  fuck me in the butt with his
dick?  At that very moment I was sure there was a God!

"My door's always open for my Daddy Jake."  I giggled and I played
along, giving him enough rope.  I had to see where this would go.

"Okay,  I'll stop by this afternoon."  He smiled and winked at me.

"You all ready got me off twice, Daddy Jake, you think you can get me off
again?"

"Well,...hell,.... if you came twice don't you think your old dad deserves to
get his?" He made a damn good point.  The old son of a bitch made me feel bad
and, God knows,  I would love to take care of him.

"Of course, Daddy Jake. I'm sorry. I was being selfish thinking about how
good that big, fat Italian sausage would feel fucking my little boy butt. I'd be
proud and honored to play catcher for your team, Dad."  I looked down like I
was a bad, unworthy and ungrateful son.

"That's okay, Son, but once I get up inside you and I'm fucking you pretty
hard you probably won't be able to hold back. I'm a really good fucker." he
seemed serious.  He wasn't smiling.

'When did it stop being a game?' I thought to myself, 'Oh hell, this is just
goom-ba talk he won't follow through.'

"What do you have in your ass?"  he asked point blank.  My poor hand was
getting scalded from spilling hot coffee on myself.  He laughed at me and
handed me a paper towel.

"A big, black plug my other daddy makes me wear."  I answered.

"Can I feel it?" he asked.  I was blown away by his boldness, but by this
time I was ready for anything.  I don't know why I should be so shocked?
He'd shocked me a hell of a lot worse before, why should today be any
different?  Hell, he knew he could get away with anything with me.

"Sure, Daddy Jake."   I jumped off the bench and  stood in front of him.  I
could feel him feeling around the ring that hell my plug in and then around the
outside circumference of the plug itself.  He felt the center and the dirty old
man pushed on it.  I pushed back with my ass and he pushed a little harder.
Satisfied, he took his hand away and whistled long and low.

"Know what?  If  I was your daddy I'd make you wear it, too. Remind you
of who's the fuck'n boss and who cares about you."  I was stunned Jake would
say something that thoughtful and  perceptive.  Then he asked, "You sure your
daddy won't mind me fucking you?"

"Naw, he's away for several weeks but he has a couple of his buddies come
by to keep my ass fucked regularly. I'm sure he wouldn't mind a bit if you
wanted to help.  Besides,  it's not like you're gonna' knock me up or nothing."
I smiled at him and we both laughed.   Jake got serious again.

'Oh, God, what was coming next?' I thought.

"He must love you a lot to take care of you like that? I'd be glad to help
out. You tell him anytime he has to go away I'll stand in for him.  I'll be glad
to keep you fucked real good. I could always stop in on my way home from
work and throw a good hard fuck in ya.'   Son, when I fuck ya' you'll stay
fucked  two, maybe three days at a time.  He won't have to get those other
guys."

"Damn, you're a thoughtful man, Daddy Jake." I told him with tongue
stuffed in cheek. He was sincere and I just couldn't burst his bubble. "I'm sure
he'd appreciate that, but I have to tell you he never allows me to touch his plug.
Whoever fucks me has to remove it and put it back after he uses me."

"Oh, I don't mind.  That's no problem. I think keeping your ass plugged is
a great idea as long as I can grab a feel now and then and fuck you with my
boot like I did today.  No wonder you came twice, you little piggy! I knew
something was wrong when you wrapped your legs around my old boot,
wouldn't let me go and kept urging me to fuck you harder." said Daddy Jake
with a smirk.  "That was fucking hot." he added.

"No, Daddy, it was two times hot." we both roared with laughter.

Break was over. Daddy Jake stood up and had a little wet spot at the crotch
of his coveralls.  I smiled sweetly and yanked his chain again.

"Uuh, 'scuse  me, Daddy Jake, what's that little spot on your coveralls.
Spill coffee on ya'?  Piss your pants?"  I laughed at him.

"No,  Red Riding Hood, that's what us men call smegma, man lubricant,
for lubing man holes."  At least he didn't lost his sense of humor.  It was still
alive and fully intact.  "All the better to fuck you with you smart ass little piss-
ant." then he roared with laughter.  God, I liked Jake.

"Oh,  by the way, Daddy Jake, you hav'ta fuck me wearing them big, bad
ass boots you got on."

"Holy Mother, I've fantasized about fucking somebody with my big
stompers on.  May's well be you, Boy.  Don't worry that pretty little head of
your's none,  Daddy Jake's gonna' tear off a piece of that little butt you won't
soon forget."

"You're such an old sweet talker, Daddy Jake." I teased him. The rest of
the afternoon dragged and he came by to visit me twice like a male dog sniffs a
female in heat, making hot little sexual statements, reaching down when no one
was looking to feel the plug in my butt.

"My old dick's just drooling thinking about gettin' into that hot, little ass-
pussy of yours.  Do you mind if I call it that?"

"You can call it anything you like as long as you give it a good fucking."  I
was really having fun and the devil in me just couldn't resist yanking his chain
some more.

"You gonna' need me to suck that big thing for you a little bit to get you
good and hard, Daddy Jake?" I asked seductively.

"What!  Are you kidding, Boy?   Look!"

Jake pulled his baggy coveralls tight across his front so I could see the
outline of his hard cock. Damn, it looked like the Lochness  monster.  I started
laughing and told him I was looking forward to giving it a ride.

 "Would you mind if I licked it a few times for you?"  I teased him.

"Sweet Jesus, what time you got, Boy?" then "You like to be fucked gentle
or can you take it really hard?"

"Hard as you can fuck me, Daddy Jake."

"Whooo, damn, I'm gonna' talk to Sam he owes me a couple of favors.
He'll let us go a few minutes early." He went over to Sam and came back to
help me put my tools away.

"Let's go, Boy.  Your ass is mine for a while, you're on my fucking time
so get your ass in gear."

I was laughing my ass off at his urgency.  He was really hot and his motor
was in over drive. I thought well if I'm gonna' be a slave I might as well go
into it with a bang.   Beside I'd wondered for a long time what it might be like
to have big Daddy Jake fuck the holy shit out of me. I was about to find out.

Jake knew where I lived. He'd dropped me off a few times when I got a
ride to work with a friend because I had my bike torn apart to repair. He was a
good friend and I hoped this wasn't going to ruin our friendship. When we got
into the apartment I told him to get us a beer out of the fridge. We drank for a
minute and I smiled at him.

"Jake, is this going to hurt our friendship?"

"Fuck, no, Kid, you know the way I feel about you. You're like the fucking
kid brother I never had. If anything it's gonna' make our friendship stronger."

"You mean you'd fuck your little brother?"

"If he had an ass like yours and wanted to take a ride on Bubba's horsey?
Does a frog have a watertight asshole?"

"Okay, I just don't wanna' lose your friendship, it's important to me."  He
looked at me with glazed eyes and wiped a tear away.

"I've never had a friend tell me that. Thanks, Kid."

"Well, after all," I tried to lighten the mood,"you are my good, fucking
Daddy Jake, ain't cha'?"

"You're gonna' find out how good a fuck Daddy Jake can be pretty damn
quick."

"Okay, Jake, let's get to it.  I'll get undressed and you can, too, in that other
bedroom if you like."

"I'll be back in a minute." Jake replied.

I got undressed and stood naked for a minute and Jake strolled back in the
room with no self consciousness, his big Italian dick sticking straight up passed
his belly button. It must have been ten inches of fat Italian sausage. He'd put
his boots back on and laced them up. Damn they were hot. He knew it, too, and
stomped a couple of times for effect. Jake smiled to see the look of lust on my
face.

"Is this enough hose to fill your tank, Son?"

"I think it might bring me a modicum of comfort" I shot back. Then I
added, "Your wife is one, Goddamn lucky woman, Daddy Jake." we both
laughed.

Jake saw the cock cage and belt on me and  looked a little startled. He
walked over and boldly examined first the belt then the cage. He was
fascinated and not the least put off.  He  surprised me.

"Your fucking dad really knows what he's doing."

"I don't know him but I know I'd like him. I can tell he really cares a lot
for you. Doesn't want anyone playing with you boy prick, huh?"

"Well , that and he doesn't want ME playing with it. He wants me to come
only when he's fucking me."

"Well,...now,.... you can't blame the man for that, Son.  I'd keep you the
same damn way.  The only time you should be allowed to come is when your
old man, one of his buddies or me is fuck'n you."  Jake said with all
seriousness.  'Why you old pervert!,' I thought to myself and laughed.   You
work with some one every day, day in, day out, and since you see them so
much you forget how special they can be as individuals.  I was beginning to
realize how special Jake was to me.  He was about to become a LOT more
special.

I handed him a towel and told him what to do to remove my plug. I pulled
the ring strap away from my ass and he didn't hesitate to grab hold of it and
pop it out into the waiting towel. He folded the towel over it and handed it to
me.

"Damn, that's a big plug. You been wearing that damn thing at work all
week?" he didn't wait for a reply, "Look at my fuck'n dick,  it's dripping just
thinking about you wearing that big fucker up your butt and me stomping your
little ass with my big boot. Shit, no wonder you came twice."

" Felt good, too.  That last one almost wiped me out.  Think you can fuck
me again tomorrow, Daddy Jake?"  I laughed.

"Hell, yes, Boy, try'n stop me." he laughed, too. I took the towel from him.

"Thanks, Jake , I'll be back in a minute. I'm gonna' jump in the shower and
hose my ass out."

"Hose your ass out?" Jake asked.

"Yeah, Daddy, so I don't get your dick dirty. Take me a minute. Relax,
have another beer."

"Thanks, Kid, I will."

I finished, dried off and came back into the bedroom. Jake lay across the
bed with his rock hard dick laying across his belly. He had on his work boots
all tightly laced to the top. Damn, I never knew they laced all the way to the
knee.

"Damn, fucking, hot boots, Daddy Jake."

"Don't know why but I thought you'd like 'em. I ordered a pair after you
showed me yours."

"Can I clean 'em up for you?"

"Sure , you got a rag?"

"Don't need no rag, Daddy Jake."

I grabbed his big heavy boot and brought it up to my mouth and started
cleaning the grease and grime off with my tongue. Jake was fascinated but
didn't say a word until both were spit clean.  He raised first one then the other
and smiled.

Something in that simple act of subservience changed our positions from
smart ass kid and bull of the woods to  protective conquering hero and needy
handsome young serf. He was primed , conditioned, imprinted, that it was all
right to take charge of this situation for his enjoyment as well as mine.

Could Jake be imprinted to becoming a Master. Naaaaw, just couldn't
happen;  he'd make a great one. Stranger things have happened. I never
thought in a million years he'd be nude on my bed hotter than a pistol to get his
dick up my butt.

"Good job, Son. Now that I know your talents I'll expect more from you."

"Thank you, Daddy Jake, glad to be of  service."

"Now, is that harness gonna' get in the way?" he asked.

"Naw, Daddy, it's gonn'a help you."

I lay on the edge of the bed and raised my legs in the air for him to see. The
four inch ring pushed my ass cheeks away and gave a bulls eye effect to  my
rosebud.

"Damn, that's hot. I see what you mean. Your daddy sure knows what he's
doing.  Do you want me to shower, Son?"

"Hell, no, Daddy Jake, I love the way you smell after a good hard days
work at the garage. I've almost come sometime when you sat close to me at
break and put your arm around me."

"Well, why the hell didn't you say something?"

"You weren't ready for it, Jake."  I replied seriously.

"Yeah, maybe you're right.  Until I met you and weren't threatened I
wouldn't consider nothing like this. I'd beat the shit out of a guy that even
suggested anything.  Now here I am and I can't wait to fuck you silly. Go
Figure?"

"You need some grease for your ass?" he asked

"No, Daddy, I'm  already lubed.  All you have to do is lay back and let me
get some spit on that big cock of yours and you can climb on me and show me
if you're as good as you brag. One thing to keep in mind Daddy Jake, when
you take me, you have to do it hard and steady. Just slam it in to the hilt.

Grab me and hold me until you feel my ass stop arguing with your dick,
then you can take a few strokes to get my butt juices flowing. You take over
from there and ride it anyway you feel comfortable. Ride it for an hour or two
if you like. Whatever makes you feel the best, go for it.

"Damn, Boy,  that's hot, but are you sure you want me to split you open
like that?"

"That's a requirement of my other daddy and if you don't he won't want
you to fuck me anymore."

"Oh, no, I'll be happy to play by his rules." Jake lay back and closed his
eyes as I began to work on his all ready rock hard cock. Damn, he tasted good.
He smelled strong with healthy man  sweat and good clean body odors. I
thought he was going to go nuts when I licked and cleaned his big hairy balls.

He moaned and writhed on the bed but never told me to stop. I got as much
spit or his horse as I could and told him I was ready. I lay on my back on the
edge of the bed and grabbed around my knees with my arms and spread them
apart so my hole would be right at waist high so Daddy Jake could dive in. He
got up and positioned himself with his cock poised at my back door.

"You ready for some good fucking, Son"

"Gimme' all you got, Daddy Jake; every inch of it.  Don't cheat you boy
none, either.  You don't wanna' grown may cry."  I laughed and he giggled.

I watched as he rammed it in steady and hard to the hilt. Woah dogies, it
filled me in an instant but my ass didn't spasm like it had before. Maybe
because of wearing the plug.  Have to give it to my boss his entry was smooth
but forceful.  I'm sure Master Jeb would've nodded his head in approval and
patted him on the back.  He hurt so damn good inside me, I started babbling.

"Oh, thank you, Daddy Jake, for taking that little butt so hard and good. I
know my other daddy would have patted you on the back and given you a
thumbs up. Thank you. Now, it's all yours, Daddy Jake, fuck it good."  In the
meantime Jake grabbed me around my upper body  and held me in a bear hug.
He wasn't about to let me off his shaft.

"Damn, Boy, you're welcome. You tell your daddy, anytime. I never
imagined a man's ass could feel this good, What the fuck have I been missing
all these years.  Shit!  Now,  you just relax, Son, and let Daddy Jake do the
driving.  I promised you a good fuck'n  and, by God,  Daddy Jake's gonna' see
you get it."

Drive he did. He was everything I fantasized he might be and much more.
He took a couple of small test strokes and surprised me when he slammed the
third one in pretty hard. I groaned.

"Hurtin' ya,' Son." he asked

"Hell, no, Daddy Jake, your doing fine and you were right,  you feel great
up there. I don't know if I'll be able to hold back you're such a hot stud." he
chuckled and seemed flattered. Then he started fucking me like HE wanted.

He fucked me up one side of that bed and down the other then around again
three times. All the time trying to slam more of himself into me. His fucking
was a strong steady rhythm like he like it. He liked to do some slow deep
fucking where he would pull it out to the head and very smoothly and firmly
sink it to the base.

Jake nearly drove my body up a tree it was so good. His steady slow
powerful deep fucking over and over and over again.   He'd pull out to just the
head, hold it until he felt my body vibrating with expectancy and then he would
slowly, sink it back in me with reserved strength.

 He'd get a funny smile on his face like he knew what he was doing to me
and he was in full charge of the fucking department.  With every stroke he
made it clear that was my fucking boss man.

He was definitely right, he hadn't overly bragged about doing right by my
ass.  If anything he was modest compared to the fucking he was giving me.  I
was getting fucked righteously and I urged him on.

"Oh, damn, Daddy Jake, you really weren't lying to me about how good
you can fuck. You're giving me one hell of a good fucking. I just want you to
know how much your boy appreciates it."

"Shit, Boy, I ain't never fucked anyone like this before. You're making me
want to do my best for your little hole. Would you like Daddy Jake to take you
for a really hard ride?"

"Daddy Jake, that hole is yours.  You own it. You don't have to ask your
boy.  Your boy's only here to put it up there for your pleasure.  He'll stay with
you and feed it to that big thing as long as you need it.  You take what you
need, Daddy Jake,  but,  yes,  I'd love to feel you ride me as hard as you
fucking can. How do you like fucking your boy with them big, stomping boots
on?"

"Aaww, fuck, Son, it's the Goddamn icing on the cake. I'll show you how
they make me feel."  with that he took hold of the fucking reins and started his
old horse on a good solid gallop. Man, could he fuck hard. He was like he was
operating a pile driving machine and we were three days off schedule. He kept
slamming that huge thing into me and I had a flashback to Master Jim fucking
me in much the same way.

I instantly stopped trying to tighten my asshole for Jake and let it lose it's
pucker. Damn, if that didn't trip his come wire. He started yelling like a man
possessed. Then he shot, and shot again in my ass and began whimpering as he
shot the last time and collapsed on top of me.

I held him in my arms and rubbed his head and whispered there, there's to
him, complements about how good he fucked me and how proud and honored I
was to have his come in my butt. He was still raging hard and I could feel him
emptying more into me. He started to get up and I pulled him back to rest some
more on top of me. He melted into me and put his big hairy Italian  arms
around me.

"Now, Daddy Jake, you just relax. Your fresh fucked boy is gonna' milk
the rest of that good hot come out a'  you." I stared milking his cock with my
ass like Master Jeb and Jim  taught me and felt Jake's body shiver as the last
few drops of his come were claimed by my ass.

"Damn, Son, where'd you learn that?"

"My daddy taught me."

"I'd sure like to meet that man someday and shake his hand. And you know
what?"

"What, Daddy Jake?"

"He's damn lucky to have you for a boy. And you know what else?"

"What?"

"I'm damn lucky to have you for a buddy."

"Thank you, Daddy Jake. I've always felt that way about you."   I couldn't
help but love the man.

"You didn't come?"

"I thought this one was for my daddy?"  I said looking like a boy that was
disappointed.  Jake smiled real big.

"Damn, Kid, you do know the right things to say."

"Pull out of me and roll over on your back ,Daddy, and if you'll let me ride
your horse I'll get off for you." Jake slowly pulled out of my ass and rolled
over on his back. I positioned myself on the head of his still rock hard cock and
impaled myself to the base. It took Jake's breath away.

"Damn, Boy, doesn't that hurt?"

"Naw," I lied, "I'm use to it by now.  My daddy slowly trained me how to
do that.  That's the only way he'll allow me to take him."

I took a couple good strokes to ease the pain. Jake watched intently as I
began to ride him. When I got a good solid rhythm going his eyes fluttered
closed and knew I had him locked in on my man-come radar.

I just kept the same steady rhythm going until Jake started wiggling under
me and I knew he was going up the road to Comesville.  He was about to
deposit another hot Italian load in my gut. I was not far from the city limits
myself.  I felt it building inside me. I picked up my speed and length of stroke
and was slamming my ass pretty damn  hard against his base when he started
yelling again.

 "I can't hold it any longer, Son,  you're gettin' me again."  He writhed and
moaned as he once again shot his hot Italian seed into me.  I exploded all over
his hairy chest as he filled my ass with his come for the second time. Only the
second time in my life I ever came at the same time with a partner. He lay there
with the dumbest smile on his face and then started laughing.

"I guess you fucked Daddy Jake pretty good that time, huh, Son?" we both
laughed and then with him still in me I lapped up every bit of my come from
his chest. He lay back silently watching me.  I could sense the gears turning in
his head.

"Yep!  I sure as shit want to meet that old man of your's and shake his
hand." then he just looked at me for a moment and a seriousness came across
his face,

"Thank you, Son." he said quietly.

"No, Daddy Jake, thank you. You got me off three Goddamn times today.
What more could a boy want from his daddy.  You hear a lotta' guys talk shit
but, Daddy Jake, your boy's here to tell ya,'  you got braggin' rights. You're a
damn fine fuck. The only one does it better is my other daddy."

"I'm happy to settle for number two, Son." Jake laughed. I made a friend
and fuck buddy for life.

"You know what, Daddy Jake?"

"What, Son?"

"I'll stay fucked  for probably three days.  You were that good."

"Damn, that's what I get for being too good."  we both roared with
laughter.  We got up and shared another beer. I knew he wanted to fuck me
again  but it was getting late and I had some things to take care of. Then I was
concerned for him and his wife not becoming suspicious. I gave him a towel
and he jumped in the shower.

"Don't use soap, Daddy Jake!" I told him. "Women notice different
smells."

 "You're right, Son, smart thinking." he replied.  He got out of the shower
and was toweling off but wasn't shy about coming out nude. He was proud of
his manhood as well he should  be.  As good as he just fucked me I was proud
of it, too.

He like to walk around me with it swinging free,  hitting me here and  there
to tease me.  I liked it, too. While he was in the shower I cleaned and greased
the plug and had it on a clean towel on the bed. He saw it and grinned like a kid
caught with his hand in the cookie jar.

"I get to put it back?" he asked sheepishly.

"That's the rule.  I'm not allowed to touch it." I laid back across the bed
and brought my knees up to my chest, reached down with my hand and pulled
the strap and ring to the side. Surprisingly he didn't hesitate, picked it up and
popped it into my ass like a pro. I fell to my knees in front of him and grabbed
him around the waist.

By now he wasn't surprised by anything I did.  I brought my face close the
big head of his dick and kissed it very gently. I stuck my tongue in his piss slit
and began to lap copious amounts of pre-come oozing from it.

"Damn, Daddy Jake, your smegma taste wonderful can I have some more?"
I kept licking and sucking.

"Hell, you can have a quart of it, Kid, but if you keep that up much longer
I'm gonna' rip that plug out a'  your butt and fuck you again." I laughed and
stopped.

"I can't believe you wear that big thing all day. I'm not complaining. I
think you should. If your old man wants you to wear it,  then you damn well
better. Now that I know,  I'm gonna' check you every morning to make damn
sure you're wearing it. If not I'm gonna' send you home to get it, understand,
Son?"

"That's your right, Daddy Jake, to check you little boy's butt.  Any man
that fucks me as righteously as you just did,  earns that right."

Jake gave me a stern look then broke into a big smile.

"Did fuck my little boy pretty damn good, didn't I?"

"THE best, Daddy Jake."

I threw some clothes on and he got dressed in the other bedroom. I saw him
to the door and thanked him again. Put my arms out and he gave me a big bear
hug.

"I haven't looked forward to going to work in a long time, Kid, but I just
may be early tomorrow." we both laughed.

"Okay,  you have full access to me tomorrow, anytime you want, but I'm
gonna' trust you to play it cool."

"Are you kidding? And screw up a good thing? You can trust me."
Somehow,  I knew I could.




Part IV ~ To be or not to be?   I'm sorry,  would you repeat the question?

Think! Think wha'cha doin' to me,
Think! Think! Think! Now!~
Aretha Franklin

I had some things to think about. I spent most of the week thinking about
the pros and cons of a radical life change. I knew I wasn't happy. I wasn't sure
what to do about it but Master Jeb made a hell of a lot more sense than a stupid
therapist ever had. Did I have any guilt feelings about fucking around with
Jake. A little, but hell, I wasn't under their control yet and until I walked in
there and signed a contract I wouldn't be.

Master Jim's attempt at control was not in Master Jeb's original agreement
with me and I doubted that he knew I had a plug or a cock and ball restraint on
when I left last Friday. I also doubted Big Jim told him. I really hadn't thought
much about Big Jim during the week.

(Lie to yourself, Kid, don't lie to the readers they know better.) Okay,
okay, you win. I couldn't think of another damn thing but Master Jim all
fucking week.  How could I with his damn plug up my butt?  Yeah, all right,
I'll admit it, the fantasy I told Jake about my daddy was Master Jim, but you all
ready guessed that didn't you? I'm really fucked, huh?

Okay, let's look at it another way.  Say nothing happens and you can't get
together with the giant. Even if you did you know he's not going to be happy
until you allow him to lop off your manhood.  Say you do get sold. What then?

Look at you, you've always needed to serve someone or some cause. You
were a slave to saving those young guys in Nam. You shipped over once so
you could continuing serving. They wanted to send you home twice, you
refused to let them and hauled your ass right back out there.  You thought you
were invincible. They wouldn't shoot a medic, would they?  Damned, it they
didn't.

If you did get sold what would be the worst case scenario? I could end up
with a real bastard for a Master. Could that possibly happen if Master Jeb
filtered the Masters who would be allowed to bid on me?

It doesn't have to be completely in Master Jeb's hands alone. I could work
hard, learn to be a good  slave, and work my body as hard as possible, so I
would make myself attractive to the best of Masters.  That sounds like a plan,
but maybe Master Jeb has other plans. Well, you can learn to work in the
context of those plans. He's a reasonable man.

What have you got to lose by trying?  Well, quite possibly your dick,  for
one small thing.  You've seriously been considering suicide.  Perhaps, being a
slave is better than being dead.  If you find out you're miserable,  there are
ways to get out of it. After all, slavery in the U.S. is against the law.

Yeah, but we're talking 'consensual' slavery.  Don't even go into it unless
your going to be serious about it. You know you, if you give your word to
someone it becomes your law.  A written contract would chisel it in granite.
You can't help it, it's the way you were raised.

You're young enough that if everything goes to hell you could still readjust
and regain anything you might have lost.  Okay, there's another possibility.
You just might get sold to a really hot Master who you could enjoy serving for
years. Naw, not my luck.

You might be sold to a Master that isn't the hottest or best but if Master
Jeb's description of imprinting is correct that could take care of a lot of
deficiencies. You've seen imprinting in action this week. You've been wearing
Big Jim's plug all damn week and will probably wear it tomorrow.

Are you kidding?  If you don't, Jake will turn you over his knee and send
you home for it.   When you get back, the horny old goat will turn you over his
knee again for good measure.  Cut that out, you love Jake. Yeah, I do, but
Jake's a friend.   You love your friends but you don't move them in with you.
Especially if they're straight.

The chances of getting a Master that I would come to care about is
probably better than fifty/fifty.   All right, as long as you aren't going into this
with the idea that Master Jim is going to change his mind and receive you with
open arms. Yes, but he did sent that telegram. Yeah, but he knew he was
wrong.  He was afraid Master Jeb would be pissed if he alienated me and I
didn't agree to go into training. He's just covering his butt.

How are you going to handle being around him and  working with him
training you? Will you continue to be imprinted with him personally? It may be
a real test. What if he sucks  you in again only to hide behind his oath to
Master Jeb?  Don't let him. Don't give him the chance.  Fool me once, shame
on you.  Fool me twice, shame on me.

Yeah, but you know you're in love with him. You'd almost settle for
crumbs from his table.  Can't do that, in a weird way, it's not fair to him either.
Remember what he said when you told him it felt natural calling him Master.
Did it? Were you lying to the big man?

God,  no, it was the most truthful thing I ever revealed about myself to
anyone. In a way that statement said to him; 'Master Jim,  I love you and want
more than anything in the world to be your slave and serve you.'   On the other
hand,  I don't want to trap someone that wouldn't be happy with me in the long
run, what could be worse?

Are you going do it?  I don't know. I won't know until I walk in there and
get the feel of all combined influences. Were you born a slave, Beau?  Look in
your past? When your mother had Gladys, and then Turner, she was never
much of a mother.

You learned to make formula, you changed diapers, you bathed them, you
basically raised those two kids and she sat back and let you. You were a slave
to her, a slave to them and ultimately a slave to your dad.  He did nothing to
help or alleviate the situation. You're still sending money home to them.

Look at you in Nam. You damn near killed yourself trying to serve the
needs of those men, but you failed. You couldn't save them all.  Are you a
slave, Andrew Beaureguard James Jr.?   Let yourself hear you say it.  Master
Jeb said to hear yourself say it you were  over half way there:  YES, I AM A
SLAVE !  and, God as my witness,  I will be the best damn slave I can be.



Part V ~  A line in the sand.

Rainy day people always seem to know when you're feeling low.
Gordan Lightfoot


Jake was in early. He had all the work assignments passed out to the other
mechanics and handed me my list. First time I ever got to work and Jake was
there. He made rounds to see if the guys understood their assignments and if
they needed help.  When every one was taken care of he headed for my stall. It
was at the end of the shop before the big storage yard and was hidden from the
front and the other bays.

"Okay, Kid, your turn, but first hit parade rest for inspection."  Jake
ordered.

I put my tools down and immediately snapped to parade rest with my hands
behind my back, legs spread apart. He came around behind me and  I felt his
big hand feeling around my ass checking for my plug. He took his fingers and
pushed hard on the plug.

"Push back, Son, I want to make sure it's seated properly." he commanded.

I grinned and pushed back hard with my butt.  I'll have to say he seated it a
little better than I did.

"That seated in there right, Sir.  It just needed a boss-mans touch who
knows what he's doing to do it right.  Thanks for checking, Daddy Jake."

"What are daddies for, Son?"

"You're the best, Daddy Jake"

"I'll do 'til your old man gets home. You'll put in a good word with him
for me?"

"The best, Daddy Jake."

"Oh, by the way, Son, I have to thank you for something."

"Awh, hell, Daddy Jake, you know you're welcome..."

"No, no, not about that. You remember me taking a shower at your place
last night and you told me not to use soap?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Got home, gave my wife a kiss, she perked up, sniffed my neck and I
thought I was a dead  man."

"Oh, my God!"  I said, "What happened?"  Jake giggle.

"She told me I really smelled good sometimes after a hard days work, the
kids were all gone and did I have plans after dinner?  Son, it was the best sex
we've had in five or six years. She did things to me she would've never
considered before. Unasked! What the hell happened?"

"Well, Daddy Jake, you just had hot sex about an hour before and you were
giving off a lot of good male sex odors that probably turned her on.  I've been
told women respond to that sort of thing.  I bettin' if any man would have
it, you would."

"Is there a way we could bottle it? She was a wild woman. I hate to say this
about my own wife but if I went to a whore house she's the type I'd want to go
with. And the icing on the fucking cake?  She thought it was all because of
me."  I smiled wryly at him.

"You should a' never told me that, Daddy Jake."  I pointed a finger at him
and doubled over laughing,   "I'm gonna' install a meter by my bed and you'll
have to keep dropping quarters in while you fuck me. Let's see, say fifty cent a
half hour." I was laughing my ass off.  Jake leaned in close and said in a
lecherous voice,

"Son, that's cheap at twice the price for the sex I got at home last night."
Then he joined me in laughter.

We got down to business and asked me if I understood my work
assignment sheet and did I need any help? I didn't think so but he could
probably help me with a personal problem around three o'clock this afternoon.

"I'll be under that big Case  truck again finishing that linkage."

"Be glad to help you out, Son." he said with a wink.

'Damn,' I thought, 'I'm going to break his heart if I leave.'

The day went quickly and we broke for lunch about eleven-thirty.  I was
busy all morning and so was Jake. He didn't come around all morning which
wasn't like him. We went off by ourselves to eat and I noticed a frown on his
face.

"You ain't been 'round all morning, Dad, something wrong?"

"Hell, I sure wanted to but I got hung up with that stupid Tom. He was
supposed to be troubleshooting an electrical problem on that big Ford Truck.
He was doing nothing but eat'n up time and not getting the job done.  Sam
asked me to help him. I did, but instead of him doing it while I told him what to
do so he could learn something he stood back and watched me do it.

I don't mind showing a guy how to do something but I expect him to know
it the next time.  Hell, I don't mind showing 'em two or three times if he
ultimately learns it. He won't even try to learn it.  The son of a bitch bills
himself as a top notch mechanic but when it comes to producing he can't do
shit.

He steals tools. He lies with no conscience. He whines and bitches about
everything. Every time I walk by his bay he's either eating or his sign's up,
he's in the head.  He's like a Goddamn parrot, all he does is eat, shit and
squawk.

His only purpose in life is to fulfill  his own selfish needs.  What's worst,
the stupid little bastard thinks he's putting one over on everyone. I'd never let
the little son of a bitch work on one of my vehicles. He's a big fucking phony.

Sam insists on keeping him around. Maybe Sam's fucking him." It was the
laugh we both needed.  "Anyway, I'm through with him now and think I'll be
able to help you with that personal problem around three."  he cheered up.  His
whole demeanor changed.

"Well, Dad, if you don't, don't worry about it," I tried to console him,
"there'll be lot's a' time later to help your boy."

We started eating and he brought me a portion of some Italian chicken dish
his wife made. Damn, was it good! We talked like two good friends without all
the, 'Daddy fucked you good.' bullshit. It was like our friendship had been
raised to new and different level.

He dropped his good-fellow facade and talked about dreams, concerns,
relationships and trucks. I learned more about Jake in that hour than I ever
knew about him. It was as if I truly had become his little brother and he felt he
could tell me anything. How could I help but love him?

We bonded as friends. I never again called him Daddy Jake. Mostly, I just
called him 'dad' and sometimes Jake. I never called him 'Rags' anymore. I
didn't feel that name was  respectful enough for a man I had come to love and
looked up to.

The afternoon flew by. Three o'clock came and went with no visit from
dad. I wasn't worried. I saw him pass by waving his arms and talking loudly to
one of the other mechanics and guessed he got caught up.  Four thirty came and
I started to put my tools away and here he came.

"Shit, Son, I'm sorry.   I didn't get by to help you with that personal
problem but I'd be happy to after work.

"Dad, I can't tonight. I got somewhere to be about five-thrity and it's four-
thirty now." he looked like I stabbed him through the heart.

"Okay, that's all right, another time." he turned to walk away and I
remembered how Big Jim rejected me.  I couldn't do that to Jake.  I'd come to
love him too damn much.   I could call Master Jeb and tell him, something
came up,  I would be there but would he be so kind as to grant me an hour
extension on our agreed deadline?

"Dad?" he turned to listen.

"You've had a rough day, huh?" he didn't look up but shook his head
affirmative.

"Drop by for a beer.  Fuck it, I can be late.  You wouldn't let me down if I
needed you."

"Sounds good, Son, meet'cha there and you're right, I'd do my damnedest
to be there for you."   Somehow I knew he would and he always has.

Dad was waiting in his pickup out front when I drove into the driveway.

"Come on in, Dad. Let's take a load off."

I smiled knowing he got the double meaning. We walked in and I got us a
couple of beers.

"Now, I'll be right back. Relax, drink your beer. I've gotta' phone call to
make to let my friend know I'm going to be late. I went to my little office off
the living room, really a walk in closet, and phoned Master Jeb.  Big Jim
answered the phone.

"Master Jeb?" I said.

"No, this is Jim." he paused a moment waiting for my response.

"Hello, Master Jim,"I said "this is Bull Dog Butch."  There was a pause
then this huge laughter from Big Jim.

"Indeed,--- good to hear your voice, Son. You all right?"

"Yes, Sir, I'm fine."

"You forgive me?" I wasn't going to let him off that easily.

"You ordered me to, Master Jim."

"Holy shit, I should have known better. You're right again, Boy. Let me
ask you a 'yes' or 'no' question?  Do you enjoy killing giants?"

"Only when they're in season."  I laughed, "I keep thinking if I wing one
maybe I could get his attention long enough to show him I  only want to love
and serve him one day."

"Damn, Boy, you could rip the heart out of a Tasmanian Devil with your
brains and quick tongue."  I paused for a long moment before answering.

"Master Jim?"  I asked quietly.

"Yes, Son?"

"Of course, I forgive you. Will you forgive me?"

"You know it, Son, and thanks for letting me off the hook.  I'm sorry I lied
to ya.'  I promise, won't never do that to you again.  I'll get Jeb for ya'"

I waited a moment and heard Master Jeb on the other end.

"Is this my good slave-boy?"

"It is, indeed,  your good slave-boy, Master Jeb.  It's good to hear your
voice again.  Master Jeb, I have a favor to ask and if you grant me this request
I'll be your 'grateful' slave-boy."

"What is it, Son?" he asked with concern.

"Something unavoidable came up and may I have an extension of an hour
on our deadline agreement?"

"Of course, Son,  how about eight o'clock?"

"Oh gee, Master Jeb, that would be great. Thanks so much,  I'll look
forward to seeing you at eight or before and thanks again."

"No problem, Son, see you then."

I returned to the other room half expecting to find Jake with his clothes off
but he was sitting on my bed with a long face.

"Everything okay,  Son?"

"Yeah, Dad,  I just told them I'd be about an hour late."

"Well, I'll drink this and go, so you won't be too late."

"Cut it out, Dad,---tell your boy what's wrong." I began to rub his tight old
back and he melted. I thought he was going to cry.

"Damn it, those guys down at the shop need more help than I can give them
most of the time. You know why I go off with you on breaks and eat lunch?" I
didn't answer, I figured he'd tell me.

"You're the only mechanic down there that'll do the work I assign him, do
it right the first time and if you don't know what your doing you'll ask.  Then, I
only have to tell you how to do it or show you and I never have to tell you
again. You've got it. I can tell those bastards fifty times and they still won't
remember."

"C'mon,  Dad, relax. Take you shirt off and let your boy rub your back." he
undid his coveralls and pulled them down around his waist and quickly took
off his shirt and undershirt. I told him to lay on his stomach on the bed. He
stretched out with a sigh and I started to rub his back.  After about fifteen
minutes of some very intense back rubbing he was beginning to loosen up.
Then he rolled over and looked at me.

"I don't think your old dad could do you justice this afternoon, anyway.
Beside," he said laughing "you should be good for another two days."

"You got that right, woah!  The way you fucked me yesterday, damn!"  He
smiled and looked thoughtful. I looked at him.

"Dad, will you let your boy do something for you to show you how much
he appreciates you?"

"What's that,  Son?"

"Lie back and close you eyes and let your boy suck you off?"

"Don't have to ask twice, Son, you got it."

He unzipped his coveralls the rest of the way and pulled them down over
his big work boots and he was nude. He got up on my leather bedspread with
those big work boots and fluffed a pillow under his head getting ready for his
blow job. Damn he was a hot man.

Every time I see him in his coveralls I know what's underneath and lately
I've been popping a boner seeing him walk around at work in the damn things.
I started on his boots and he watched with fascination as I licked oil, grease and
grim from his big hot boots.

He surprised me when he held one up I finished and just pointed to the
bottom. I didn't hesitate, I cleaned the bottoms of all grease, oil and grime.
Then started on the other and he made damn sure I cleaned the bottom of that
one too. My work-dad, my boss,  was being imprinted with control.

He enjoyed it because he knew I liked it.  It bonded us even tighter as a
unit, a team. I liked his control at work and I love the control he was beginning
to feel bold enough to assert with me here. I worked my way up his hairy
Italian legs and buried my face in his ass. I put my arms under him and raised
his ass to my face.

His eyes widened as he watched me dive into his ass. Cleaning and sucking
on his tight hole. I thought he was going up the wall when I took my thumbs
and spread his sphincter and got my tongue way up in there and started licking
and cleaning him. He started moaning then began moving his hips to fuck my
tongue with his hole. I spread 'em further and got some good flavors out of my
dad.

When I finished I notice his cock was raging hard. I kissed it ,cleaned his
balls real good. They tasted like he smelled. A good healthy man-sweat smell
and I licked until I couldn't taste any more. I got it all.

Damn, I was getting in to serving this man and I wasn't going to hold back
on my dad who needed me right then in the worst way. I took him with one
lunge down my throat. I've never had a gag response like so many. I took him
as far down my throat as I could then just used my neck and throat muscles to
fuck his dick.

I kept taking more, and more down my throat until my lips pressed tight on
his bear fur at his crotch. He looked down and saw his dick completely down
my throat. He took his hands and place them on each side of my throat to feel
the stretch of  his cock in there. He leaned forward and slid down my throat
about an inch more.

Suddenly,  I could feel his come hurrying up the shaft as he lay back and
moaned to God and any saint that might hear. I felt his hot come way in the
back of my throat. Past any point of tasting. I held it there as he got his breath.
Then I gently pulled off and as I did he shot again but I was quick enough to
catch him in my mouth. Damn, he tasted good. It was strong and flavorful. His
flavor. My boss's flavor.  I crawled up and laid my head on his big chest.

"Thanks, Dad, for letting me suck you off."

"What can I say, Son. You took all the pain away."  Then he said the
strangest thing.

"You know, Son, I hope your other dad is good to you. You need a good
man to serve. And yes I would let my little Bro suck me off if he wanted to."
he said laughing.

I was really concerned about possibly leaving my new dad behind. I
bonded with Jake.  I loved him as a friend.  Not passionately, hell he had a
wife, for cries sake. We were fuck buddies and I was happy with that. I walked
proud at work.  Jake's affection and comradery made me feel useful, needed,
helpful and wanted. Together, we were like two kids that had the greatest secret
between them.

Sam knew something was up but he didn't have a clue.  At least I didn't
think he did. One morning Jake and I were in early;  I was helping him with
something Sam wanted done yesterday and he came around to check our
progress.

Jake and I worked together like a surgical team.  We were fast and
accurate.  We diagnosed the patient, opened him up, repaired the innards, close
and were done. We were working our ass's off trying to get the job done as
quickly as possible.

Jake and I were in each other's face talking about what we had to do next
and the fastest way to get it done.  I always let him lead and I gave suggestions.
The easy flow that passed between us was easily recognized if you knew what
to look for.   Sam looked at the two of us and got a funny look on his face.

"Is Jake fucking you, Beau?"

"Jake,--- fucking me?  Yeah, right!!  S-u-r-e he is, Sam!  He checks my oil,
gives me a lube job, checks my spark plug to make sure it fires every time, and
keeps my motor running hot.   Don' cha, Boss-man-honey?"  I quickly looked
at Jake, winked and he knew to go along with it.  We both fell out laughing.
We were holding each other we were laughing so hard.

"We better check it again soon, Son, I think you may be a quart low.  I'm
sure Sam is."

We started laughing again until we had Sam laughing with us.  Sam roared
with laughter and finally got himself together.

 "God, you two..." he said as he walked away shaking his head. He never
asked again. If dad could have thrown his arms around me and kissed me that
would have been the moment. We talked and laughed about that morning for
years.  At least we didn't lie to the man.  I admitted Jake was fucking me.

I never thought I'd come to love working in a garage so much but I found
out I had a natural aptitude for the work.  Hell, it wasn't so much different from
making sure you got all of a man's guts back in the right places when you
shoveled them back in after he was blown apart.  You just had to pay attention
to what you were doing or he wouldn't work right after you closed him up.

I didn't want to leave Jake, or Sam and a couple of the other men I'd
befriended. I shouldn't have worried too much. Somehow the people you really
love have a way of recycling in your life and my new dad, Jake, would play a
major role in mine. We would somehow met in the middle of our two separate
worlds and grow from our friendship.

I was able to ask dad's counsel on anything.  No matter how bizarre it
might seem to him at first, he never turned away, and always listened. He'd ask
intelligent questions if he didn't quite understand a concept and then would
give me his best shot at advice from his knowledge of me and how he
perceived me.

I never again shocked him with anything. He told me our friendship gave
him new thoughts about what family and friends really were and how they
became meaningful to us. He told me one day he heard the term, "extended
family' but never knew what it meant. After making friends with me he told me
he understood what it meant. He came to consider me part of his family.  No
man ever offered me a greater compliment.



Part VI ~ Zero Hour

Could you walk a little faster,
said the whiting to the snail,
There's a porpoise close behind me,
and he's treading on my tail.
Lewis Carroll~

I quickly showered. It was seven-ten. If I hurried I could just make it. I
threw my shit together in my saddle bags and pulled on my leathers. If I was
going to agree to this I was going to look hot upon my arrival. I checked in the
mirror and thought, 'There's nothing wrong with that picture.' I always looked
hot in my leathers.  I glanced at the clock seven-twenty-five.

Shit, I better get on my bike and go. I went to the garage and cranked
Pegasus my winged horse or Barbara Beezer when I was unhappy with her and
headed out to Mount Washington. I started around the Lake (Silverlake) and
thought: 'I'd better punch it in the butt to make up some time going around the
Lake.

I probably was doing about eighty-five when I saw another biker pull in
behind me. All of a sudden his bike lit up like the mother ship from 'Close
Encounters' and I thought, 'Oh, shit, a cop!' He pulled me over and parked his
bike behind mine about fifteen feet. He slowly got off his bike and was
unbuckling his helmet as he swaggered towards me. He threw his hips forward,
his shoulders thrown back and assumed an attitude that would make a strong
man wince.

"Going a little fast 'round the lake, there, weren't cha, Son?"

'Duuhh!' I thought, 'Eighty-five in a thirty mile zone?  No, not too fast for
my bike at all, Sir.  How 'bout  yours?'

"Uhhh! I'm sorry, Sir.  Guess I was a bit over the speed limit, but I'm late.
I'm late  for a very important date."  how stupid could I be,  unwittingly
quoting Lewis Carroll to the man but I swear by all that's holy without taking a
breath he replied,

"Your fuzzy ears and whiskers take you too much time to shave?"

I bent over double laughing and so did he.  He reached out, put his hand on
my shoulder and made contact.  An electric charge went through my body.
The ice was broken.

"Okay, Son, I'm gonna' have to write you a ticket but I'll be easy on you.
Let's say you were ten miles over the speed limit, forty miles an hour."  he
smiled at me and got out his pad.

"Thank you, Sir, could I do something for you; maybe clean your boots?"

I swear to God I don't know to this day where that came from or what
made me blurt it out but when I realized what I said I started blushing big time.
My face turned beet red and he started laughing again. He looked at me funny
for a moment, looked at my leathers and had my number.

"That could be arranged." he smiled wryly. He finished writing the ticket, I
signed it and he handed it to me.

"You're a fine looking young man, especially in those leathers.  You
remind me of a close friend who's top waddie on a big ranch in Tucson."

What he said next made me leak piss in my leather pants.

"Are you owned by a good Master, Son?"  he smiled knowingly.

"Naw, Sir.  I was on my way to give myself for training and I have a
deadline of eight o'clock."

"That is an important date!  A very important date!"  he smiled again, "You
on your way to Jebadiah Henshaw's place?"

"Yes, Sir, do you know, Master Jeb?"

"You could say that." he looked at his watch, "Hell, Son, it's five past eight
now.  Get on your bike and follow me.  I'll get chu' there and you won't be too
late."  He spun on his heel and quickly headed for his bike, buckling his helmet
on the way.

I got on my bike, waited for him and he took the lead.  With siren
screaming, lights flashing we went through red lights and were traveling well
over the speed limit.  He led me to Master Jeb's front door in ten minutes flat.
I've never been so embarrassed in my life.

Big Jim and Master Jeb came out to see what the uproar was  about and
there we were.  Officer Shaw stopped his bike, got off, swaggered over to me
and handed me his card.

"When does your training start, Son?"

"In one month, Sir."

"Call to set up an appointment to clean my boots, and wear those leathers,
understand, Son?"

"Yes, Master."  He smiled at that.

"You'll do fine, Son.  Good luck to you."  He waved to Jim and Jeb and
started walking toward them.  Jeb yelled to him,

"Earl D. Shaw, haven't seen you in while.  Damn good to see you again,
Son.  We've missed you. How the hell are you?  Heard you been traveling to
the desert, Vegas, Tucson." They shook hands and the officer held out his hand
to Big Jim.

"Hey, Jim.  Damn, good to see you again.  It's been a couple of months.
We saw each other last in Tucson at Dan and Cowboys.  How you been, Big
Man?"

"Fine, Earl.  You're looking fine as ever.  Things going well for you?"

"Better,--- better.  They picked up considerably about fifteen minutes ago
when I stopped your boy, here, on the lake doing eighty-five in a thirty mile an
hour zone. Gave him a ticket for ten over.  Said he was late for an  important
date.  He said your name and I figured it wouldn't do to have such a fine
looking young man be late for his future."

"Damn nice of you, Earl D., to help out like that.   He give you any
trouble?"

"On the contrary. One of the most polite,  courteous, attractive, young slave
potentials I've encountered in a long time. Will you be training him?"

"He hasn't given us his decision yet but we're hoping so."

"He will.  He was in too big of a hurry to tell you 'no.'  Will you be
keeping him or selling him?"

"He'll be offered on the market after training."

"Good, here's my card with my address and phone number.  I'm sure I've
given it to you a hundred times, but just in case you lost it.  I'd appreciate you
notifying me when be becomes available.  Damn, he looks like the cowboy,
don't he?"

"Jim and I noticed that, too, Earl.  Yes, he could be his brother.  Wait'll Big
Gunn meets him.  That should be interesting."

"To say nothing of Beryl..."  the Officer said and the three men fell out
laughing.

Holy Shit, I'd never been shown that much attention in my life. The man
was asking about me like I was a prize horse that would be sold at auction after
training.  How could I say no to training after this stroke of luck?  He was
fucking gorgeous and he was interested in me.  ME!

"Thanks again, Officer Shaw." I raised my hand to wave as he walked to
his bike. He turned, smiled at me, waved back, got on his bike and was gone.

"Earl D. is one handsome son of a bitch." Big Jim commented.

"What'da you think, Beau?" asked Master Jeb.

"Yes, Sir,  he's all right if you like pretty men."

"What kind a' man you find attractive, Boy?" Big Jim asked me.

"Master Jeb."  I replied sweetly, smiling at the giant.  Master Jeb let out a
hoop you could've heard for a block.  Big Jim giggled in defeat.

"You do know the right shit to say, Boy, even if you don't mean it." he
laughed again as he hugged me.  The giant walked over and stood squarely in
front of me.

"What do you have for your giant, Son?" as he leaned down to look in my
eyes

"A present that's not worth much but it's from the heart."

"What would that be, Boy?"

I threw my arms around his huge neck and gently kissed him. He grabbed
me up in both arms.   I was resting on his huge chest as he began to kiss me
back.

"That's worth more than you know, Son, thanks for the gift."  he spoke
barely above a whisper.

We walked inside laughing and talking.  Master Jeb asked if I wanted a
drink.

"Yes, Sir, please. Anything with Vodka."

I threw my saddle bags over the back of the couch and sat down. Big Jim
sat on the couch next to me. I was lost. There was no hope for me. The smell of
the giant man was making my cock rock hard again. Never has any human
being had that effect on me. Jake smells great, strong and masculine, but this
man overpowered all my thoughts, emotions, and senses.

Master Jeb came back with my drink and smiled.

"Beau, do you always arrive with a motorcycle escort?" he threw his head
back in laughter.

"Well, Master Jeb, I didn't want to be late and I was pushing the speed just
a bit." We all laughed.

"I won't beat around the bush, Son, have you come to a decision?"

"Yes, Sir, I have. May I take my clothes off, Sir?"

"I should have offered you that option when you arrived, Son. Of course,
do as your heart tells you." I quickly undressed, laying my clothes and leathers
on the back of the sofa, down to the cock and ball harness. Master Jeb raised an
eyebrow and looked at Big Jim.   I knew Big Jim hadn't told Master Jeb about
the harness and plug. Big Jim grabbed me around the waist, bent me over and
laughed.

"I knew you'd wear it back." he seemed pleased with himself.

I walked to Master Jeb and knelt in from of him. I took his right hand and
placed it on my heart, covering his hand with both of mine.

"Master Jeb, you've told me I have the heart of a slave. I didn't believe you
until this week. I believe you now. Not only because of your influence but
things in my past you can't know about. Therefore, I give you my heart, this
slave's heart, to shape, to mold, to train as you  see fit. From this moment on,
until it's decided what my future shall be, this heart, this slave belongs to you
and no other."

I took his hand and kissed the back of it. There was a long silence for a
moment.  Master Jeb, with tears rolling down his cheeks, said in a cracked
voice.

"Damn, Son, no man has ever given himself into slavery or my trust with
such honesty, sincerity, and eloquence as you have just done. I've told you,
that you are a natural born slave. Do you believe me now?"

"Yes Master Jeb, I do."

"And so do I." I heard Big Jim say under his breath.

"I accept you as my slave to train, Son.  A natural slave doesn't need a
great deal of training. I think you'll become a joy to the both of us.

"This is no time for tears. Let's celebrate our newest member of a select
group of men who can appreciate the finer qualities of Master/slave
relationships." said Master Jim and celebrate we did.



End Chapter 3~
The Ties That Bind
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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