BOOGER RED & COWBOY CHAPTER 14
By Waddie Greywolf

                              
I set out toward Sacramento over the Yuba River.  I was about
half way there and thought I'd stop in the same camp ground where
we stayed  the time Red saved me from Cal. It was late when I
pulled to the top of the hill before the camp ground. To be polite I
turned off my bike's engine and lights at the top of the hill. I
coasted down the hill, into the turn, down the embankment and 
through the parking lot. 

I pulled up to an area where there was a single camp fire with
several Harley's around.  I recognized a couple of the bikes and one
of them was T-bo's.  Parked not far away was Red's Harley.  My
heart sank.  It ran through my mind that Red all ready hooked up
with T-bo. I knew I'd kill T-bo if he gave me that queeny little sneer
he could get on his face.  I didn't  restart my bike.  I began to push
it out of the camping area to start it on the highway when I heard
loud voices coming from the area of the camp fire.

"I know you carry more money than this old man, now where the
hell is it?" I recognized T-bo's effeminate, bitch ladened voice.

"I never carried money.  The kid did.  He was the one with
money, not me."  I heard Red's voice speak to T-bo,  low but  in
control. 

"You've got all my money, now get out of here.  The kid was
right about you, you filthy little come drinker.  You are a piece of
shit.  Laughed my ass off the day he stomped your butt and ran your
nelly ass out of camp." T-bo walked up to Red and bitch-slapped
him as hard as he could across the face. I parked my bike and ran
in the dark, unseen,  to the back  where the men were.  There were
five against Red.

I knew,  for Red and I to come out of this dilemma, I had to take
out at least one of them by surprise. Then hopefully, Red could
handle two and I could take on the other two.  I picked up a good,
solid piece of two by three from a fork lift pallet a trucker left
behind for fire wood.  I thought it might even the odds a little. I
circled around behind in the dark. I waited for a minute or two to
get my best opportunity for surprise.

I came fogging out of the dark, yelling a war cry that would have
sent shivers up Geronimo's spine,  and hit the one holding Red at
the base of his skull. He began flopping around on the ground like a
fish. Red's mouth dropped open but he immediately got himself
together and we had our backs to each other.

"The calvary has arrived, you low life son's of bitches.  You want
to try me on for size, you worthless piece of shit." I challenged T-
bo, "I told you if you ever came around my Master again I'd kill you. 
You better make your peace with whatever god you worship, ass
hole, 'cause I'm about to turn your lights off, permanently."

Two of 'em started for Red and the one next to T-bo started for
me.  T-bo was afraid of me. I could see in his eyes how nervous he
suddenly became.  I hit the one in his gut with my two by three and
knocked the breath out of him.  He started rolling on the ground
holding his gut. Red put his big, biker boot in one of the other men's
crotch, but the other one had Red down and was going after him. 
He got my board to the base of his skull and was out cold.

T-bo had his switch blade he planned to defend himself with.  
He'd been threatening to kill Red with it. I just smiled at him like
'you're next asshole' and started towards him. His eyes got real big
when he saw my board, dropped the damn knife and started running
for his bike. He didn't make it.  I whapped him upside his head and
he was out like a light. I dragged T-bo back to the camp area by his
feet.   I sort of liked the way his head bounced and banged over
rocks and rubble.
  
The one that I'd hit in his gut was still groaning, moaning, and
rolling around on the ground. I took the toe of my steel-toed boot
and kicked him hard,  right in his gut.   Then I kicked him as hard as
I could in the nuts.  He started moaning, groaning and writhing
around on the ground.  The others were out cold except for some
reason the first one I hit would flop every now and then.  I dragged
T-bo back to the camp fire.

"Please, don't kill him, Cowboy.  That's an order, Son."  ordered
Red.

"Fortunately for him, I obey my Master. You all right, Master?"  I
took him in my arms and the old man started crying.  First time I'd
seen Red cry in a long time. He rarely ever cried but he did that
night. I suppose out of relief from not being killed and maybe a little
that I'd come to his rescue.

"You saved my life, Cowboy.  They were gonna' kill me.  I gave
'em what money I had but rumor got around that I had lots of
money from Ben. It was part true but it weren't my money, it was
yours."

"Hell, Master, it's always been ours."  I held him in my arms and
comforted him and let him get it out.

"You're my guardian angel, Cowboy."

"Seems to me my guardian angel saved my butt in this very spot
not so long ago.  'Cep'n my angel thought he was a butt, ugly old
man when he really wasn't. He was my knight in shining armor
riding on a big, white Harley.  My magnificent beast."

"I need you, Cowboy. I'm no damn good without you, Son. I'm so
ashamed of myself for leaving you that way; blaming you for
everything.  Hell, Billy, it weren't that way and you know it." Red
said through his tears.

"I agree with you, Master.  You ain't worth a damn without me,
but you're pretty, fucking fantastic with me. Shit, we're pretty,
fucking fantastic together."  I laughed,

"What you need---is a good slave, Master."

"Know anyone who wants to apply for the job, Son?"

"Fuck no, the positions all ready filled.  Has been for the last
couple of years or more 'cep'n the slave was too young, naive, 
inexperienced and just plain stupid  to know a good, loving Master
when he had one.  Punished him too hard and too long for a
relatively  minor indiscretion; for something that should have been
his right in the first place.  In short, Master, your slave would be
honored if you'd give him another chance to serve you and be that
good slave you need.  He promises he'll never question your actions
again.  He's learned his lesson and only wants to be owned and
serve the Master he loves."

"You gonna' miss the hard won sex between us?"

"Fuck no!  Knowing you and me,  we can have our cake and you
can make me eat it, too.  Admit it old man, you enjoyed it as much
as I did?"

"Fuck, Cowboy, you always did make more sense than I did.  Of
course, I enjoyed it.  I fuckin' loved it, you little shit.  I've never had
sex with anyone that excited me as much as taking it away from
you.  Maybe now I can do it without all the damn guilt."  Red threw
back his head in laughter.

"It's about fucking time, Master.  Don't get rid of all the guilt,
'cause when you're pouring you love into me afterward and
apologizing for roughing me up a little,---Damn, Master Red,  that's
one of my favorite times.  Makes my dick hard talking about it."  I
laughed. 

"You've known for a  long time we were playing an elaborate
game. You asked me once to give you a chance.  I did and you
made me love you again.  I was stupid insisting you do it my way. 
Hell, Red,--it was your right to do it the way you wanted.  I gave you
that right a long time ago.  I did agree to be your slave.  All I ask is
that you give me the same chance I gave you, Master."

"Aaaah shit!  You don't need it, Son. You got the job." I held him
tight and kissed him. He knew I needed him to be my Master as
much as he needed me to be his slave.

"Help me, Master. Let's get 'em tied up with their hands behind
their back."  I took my board and gave the one groaning a good lick
to the base of his head.  He was out like a light.

"Oohhfff!"  Red exclaimed chuckling, "That had to hurt."

"Don't feel sorry for 'em Red, they deserve it."  We had them tied
up in no time.  There were no other campers in the camp ground
but us.  That's why they were bold enough to try to rob and kill Red. 
I was convinced that's what they intended. They would have gotten
away with it too.  There would've been no witnesses.  My celestial
cowboys weren't about to let that happen. That's why they sent me
along at the right fucking moment.  No doubt in Red's mind either. 
Buck said he'd help me. He told me not to wait.   It was important
to go after Red immediately.

"What now, Cowboy, get on our bikes and go?"

"Oh, no, Master,  I think not.  They're gonna' be so pissed when
they come around they're gonna' try to come after us and if they
get reinforcements we're dead men.  We're just gonna' calm 'em
down a bit."

"How you gonna' do that, Cowboy?"

"Ever work on a ranch, Master Red?"

"Once or twice."

"Ever cut a calf?"

"You mean--?"

"Exactly, Red!  Help me get their pants off and I'll show you how
to tie their nuts up tight so there will be minimal blood.  T-bo was
kind enough to provide the knife. It's razor sharp. No wonder they
call these damn things pig stickers." 

We worked steadily getting their boots, and pants off.  It was a
warm night but a thick fog was rolling in.  We laid the first one out
on the concrete picnic table. He was a good size man with a big ole
wranger and a nice set of low hangers. Red had some hundred
pound, nylon, fishing line in his saddle bag. I tied the big one's nuts
up close to his dick. I didn't want to leave a messy empty bag
hanging down. I looped some more line about three turns around
his ball sack a quarter inch below the first tie.  I really pulled both
lines tight until it cut off the blood flow.

Red let me tie off all of them.  He just provided the muscle to
help me.  T-bo was last.  He had a medium dick.  Wasn't nearly as
big nor pretty as mine. I thought it would be funny if we got his
pants off and his old dick looked like a cork screw.  He had a fair
set of balls for a pig.  I enjoyed tying his off the most.  I thought to
myself, 'You done fucked with the wrong cowboy, ass hole.'

 We decided not to cut one of the younger men and one of the
older. They were good looking men and we decided to set them
aside, scare the holy shit out of them and fuck 'em later. Then we'd
tell them  they were lucky we chose to fuck 'em instead of
removing their 'nads.  If they had any idea of pay backs we'd be
ready and have a sharp knife waiting.  They better be thankful they
got off with a good butt fucking.

Every time one would start to come around I'd take my
tranquilizer and whop him to the base of his head.  He'd be out
again.  We let the two good looking ones come around so they
could watch me cut the other three.

Red gave them each a good slug of Southern Comfort to loosen
them up a little so's we could have some fun with them later.  I told
him to make them think we were gonna' cut them, too.  Then at the
last minute we'd give them a choice of sucking us off or a good butt
fucking from both of us. I thought the older, bigger man was hot. 
He reminded me of big Cal.  I couldn't wait to feel that big son of a
bitch bouncing up and down on my stiff cock as I made him fuck my
dick with his ass to get me off.

"Cowboy?  Remind me never to get you mad at me."  Red
laughed.

"I'll never be angry with you again, Master." I said falling to my
knees in front of him and kissing his dirty, dusty boots."  Red teared
up again.

"Get up here you asshole and kiss me."  He didn't have to ask
twice.

  We propped up the two good looking ones so they could get a
good look. The other three's balls were just about ripe for picking. 
I decided that T-bo got the first honors.  The two on the ground
weren't gonna' watch and Red told them if they didn't they were
dead men.  They decided they better watch.  Red gave them
another big pull of Southern Comfort.

T-bo's knife was sharper than a damn scalpel.  I made one swift
cut between the two ties.  Sack, balls and all fell into an oily rag I
found. There was very little blood from the cut. I immediately
cauterized the wound with the flat of a dinner knife I'd set on the
fire to get almost red hot.  Then there was no blood.  I trimmed the
cords away from the greyish testicles and inserted each in T-bo's
ass, pushing them  far up inside. I told Red it was like stuffing a
turkey.

We sat him aside and did the other two.  They,  too, got their
balls shoved up their butts.  I thought it would be a nice touch
when they went to take a shit to see their balls drop out their ass
into the toilet.

I only had a moments twinge with the biggest, kinda ugly man. 
He had a big cock and a beautiful pair of low hangers.  He started
coming around after we sat him on the table.  I had some nylon
rope in my saddle bags and I quickly tied him to the table.  He
came to with a look of horror on his face to see his balls tightly tied
and  turning blue.  I propped his head up with several of their
leather jackets so he could see what I was doing.

"What the hell do you think you're doing you pervert."  The big
man growled at me.

"Why, being a pervert, Sir.  Any other stupid questions?"  I
smiled at him.

"Why are my balls tied off like that?"  He barked.

"So there won't be much blood when I relieve you of them."

"You ain't gonna' cut off my balls."  He stated flatly.

"I assure you, Sir.  I am.  You made a big mistake when you told
T-bo to give you the word and you'd kill my Master.  You knew if
you let Red live and he told his family they'd come hunt chu' down
like a dog.  You were gonna' kill him.  I'm gonna' let you live but I'm
gonna' give you a little attitude adjustment."

"You do, you little cocksucker, and I'll hunt you down to the
ends of the earth and kill your ass."

"Naaww,--you won't.  Couple of weeks and you'll be as docile as
a new born lamb.  You'll start to see I done you a favor 'cause you'll
have such a peaceful feeling come over you,  you wouldn't hurt a
fly.  You'll  be so thankful you're still alive,  you'll think to yourself,
'That kid could of killed me and no one would've known, but he
didn't.  I guess I deserved what he done to me.  Hell, I don't miss
them anyway.  I hope he enjoys them hanging around his neck in a
small sack made out of my scrotum.'

"Oh, God! Don't do it. I beg you."

"Little late for that, Big'un.  Want a pull of Comfort?  Relax you a
little."  I held up the bottle.  The big man surprised me by nodding
yes.  I held it to his lips and gave him a big pull.  He asked for
another and I gave it to him.

"Master Red, this big, ugly man here has one hell of a nice dick
and you know my weakness for big, ugly men--"

"Yes, thank God, I do!   You want to take him for his last time as
a man?"

"With your permission, Master."

"I'd enjoy seeing that.  I know he'll enjoy it.  Go ahead, slave,
enjoy that big dick."   

I offered the big man one more pull on the comfort and he took
it. I had him propped up where he could see everything.  I walked
around between his legs and looked him in the eyes. I started
making love to his big limp shaft.  I kissed it and tongued it all over. 
It didn't take long 'til he had a raging hard-on.  I continued making
love to his big dick and began to get my tongue under his
considerable foreskin and clean him out.  He tasted almost as good
as my Master.  Nobody tasted as good as my Master.

He was moaning and groaning trying to thrust his dick into my
mouth.  Red took one look at what he was doing, walked over and
whispered to him.

"My slave is well trained.  He isn't allowed to take a man's dick
until he gives him permission."  I could tell I was driving the big
man crazy to feel his cock down my throat.

"Oh, God, in heaven!  You have my permission to take me,
slave."  I took his old dick so far down my throat it took his breath
away.  My Master smile and winked at me.  I began to suck him, not
for his benefit but totally for my pleasure.  It was a new sensation
to be the one thinking about my own pleasure in sucking the big
man.  His precome tasted wonderful and I could take him as far
down my throat as I wanted.

I knew he probably wasn't going to shoot until I skinned back
his foreskin. No problem.  I wasn't ready for him to come yet.  The
further down I took him I could smell the fragrance of his ass
calling me.  There's just something about an ugly man's butt hole
that drew me like a magnet.

Since I'd tied his feet up close to his butt cheek and his ass was
barely hanging over the edge of the table I pulled off his dick and
fell to my knees and found my mouth right at his hole.  I started
cleaning him good.  He moaned and groaned and twisted his ass
trying to get as much down to my tongue as he could.  I was
getting some good stuff and enjoying the hell out of the big man.'


"Need some help there, slave?"  my Master said as he walked
over to watch.  He took both hands, placed them on the big man's
butt, inserted both thumbs into his sphincter and pulled it open for
his slave to get in there deep.  I was on that old mans asshole like
a hoover, licking and cleaning.  Talk about moving his ass.  It was a
great feeling for him.

I finally had my fill, thanked my gracious Master for his
assistance and returned to the big, ugly man's dick.  I sucked some
more for my pleasure.   I decided it was time for him to come and
become a eunuch at the same time.  I had T-bo's sharp knife
waiting on a box under the bench.  I took it in my right hand and
began to skin back the man's foreskin to hear him further groan
because he knew that would make him come.

I must have only taken five or six good deep thrust with my
throat and I could feel him erupting.  I pulled back and took him in
my mouth. He kept coming and coming to give me a good mouth
full.  When I was sure I had all of him, still leaning over him with his
cock in my mouth, I took the knife and in one swift movement cut
through the small area between the two tie off cords.  His balls,
sack and all fell into the oily rag I held in my left hand.  He didn't
react.  I kept sucking and swallowed his come.  His dick was real
tender as I was continuing to suck him after he came.

"All right!  Do it!  Get it over with. I can take it.  I'm a man."

I slowly raised up off his dick and held up the oily rag with his
balls and sack laying in it.  I held it up to his face to see.  He
fainted.  I cauterized him, shoved his balls up his ass and Red
helped me move him off the table, tie him up and gag him.  He was
still out.

  "Yep, Master. In about two weeks they'll be calm as lambs and
not even consider getting even."  Red chuckled and told me it was
hot how I cut the last one.  He didn't even feel it.

"Okay Red, I think we're about ready for those two.  Which one
of you wants to go first?"  The two men went crazy crying and
pleading for us not to cut them.

"I think we should cut the older one first, Red.  He's had his
balls a lot longer than the kid so we'll let the kid keep his another
few minutes or so. What do you think, Master?"  He smiled at me
real big.  

"I agree, Cowboy, besides, the older one has a really nice pair of
low hangers I'd personally like to have freeze dried and wear in a
little leather pouch around my neck just to remind me of this
evening and how much he contributed to my happiness."

"Could I have the younger one's to wear around my neck,
Master?"

"Don't see why not.  He won't mind.  He won't have any use for
'em once we take 'em off him, will you, Son? You'd be proud to have
my slave boy here wear your balls 'round his neck, wouldn't you,
Son?"  The kid was crying uncontrollably.  They were going crazy
begging us not to cut them; shouting they would do anything, just
don't cut them.

"Shut up and listen, both of you.  What will you do for my Master
and I if we let you keep your balls?"

"Anything!  Anything  you want.  For God sakes, just don't cut
our balls off."

"You sure? 'Cause my Master likes to get his butt hole cleaned
out real good and if'n you even so much as hesitate, off they come,
got that."

"Yes, Sir!"  they both answered.

"I need to get my rocks, too.  I think I'll have the older one  sit
on my dick and ride me like a rodeo cowboy until he gets me off. 
My Master will fuck the younger man after he cleans my Master's
asshole real good and if my Master tells me you didn't clean him
out real good and he ain't happy with your job,--they're coming off.  

You better eat my old man out, Son, like you're a condemned 
man and his asshole is your last meal. Then you suck on it real
hard, and if you're real lucky, my Master  might feed you a little. 
That would be a great honor for you, scum bag.  Any problems with
that, Son." I yelled at the kid.

"Oh, no, Sir!  I'll clean him out good, Sir, you'll see, and he can
fuck me all he wants, Sir."

"But we're straight!" the big one cried.  Red and I looked at each
other and broke up laughing.  We had to hold each other we were
laughing so hard. Tears came to my eyes.

"You mean, you were--!" shot back Red, "You ain't gonna' be
neither without your balls.  Let me make it simple for you, Fuck
Head!  The two of you play pussy boys for us or you'll go through
life as eunuchs.  You better make up your mind pretty damn quick
'cause we're both horny from cutting the other three.  What we did
for them, we damn sure can do for you.  What'll it be?"

"We'll do what ever you say to keep our balls, Sir.  I'll give your
slave a good ride, I promise."

"Let's get 'em up on the table, Red. I'm gonna' tie their nuts off,
just in case.  If they don't perform well for us, their balls will be ripe
for cutting.  If they do, then we can just undo them."  They were
squirming and protesting to keep from being put on the table.  I
picked up my two by three and headed for the older man. I
positioned myself to take a swing to his head.

"Please! Don't, I won't struggle.  The kid won't either, we'll
cooperate."

"Red and I hoisted the big older man to the table and I tied his
nuts off.  Unknown to him, I didn't tie them anywhere near as tight
as I had the three that were now eunuchs.  I tied them just tight
enough to be uncomfortable. We got the rest of their clothes off,
Red snapped his fingers and pointed to his ass for the young one.

The kid fell to his knees and Red told him to start cleaning  the
leather patch covering his ass and to start begging Red to let him
remove it so he could have the honor of cleaning Red's hole. After
Red gave him permission to remove the patch with his mouth, the
kid began to make the prerequisite love to Red's hole.  He begged
and pleaded for Red to allow him the honor of cleaning his asshole
for him.

He promised he'd do a good job and if Red wasn't pleased and
the kid had to lose his balls he wanted Red to cut him. Red  warned
him whether he kept his balls or not depended on how good, how
deep, and how long the kid cleaned his ass.  He promised if we
decided to remove his balls, Red would give him the honor of taking
them himself.  Then he gave him permission to start.

The kid started eating Red's ass out without hesitation like it
was his last supper. Red laid him out on the concrete bench of the
picnic table and sat on his mouth so the kid could get way up inside
Red and clean him good.   Red and I shared a good laugh when I
pointed to the kid's rock hard cock.  He obviously had some
fantasies of his own about being forced to clean out a big, ugly,
outlaw biker's butt hole.  His dick was dripping pre-come he was
getting into it so much.

"How's he doing, Red?"

"He's getting some good chunks.  He doing a pretty fair job for
his first time.   That's it, Son, suck on it.  Suck on it a little harder. 
There, that's good.  Keep sucking on it like that.  You might get to
taste some more of that good Master funk.  Suck real good on that
hole, Son, and I just may honor you with a little.

Here, let me spread my sweet hole open a little wider for you, 
Boy, so's you can clean way up in there for me. There, that's better,
go for it, Boy.  Yeah, there you go, that was a nice one.  He's not
too bad, Cowboy.  Gonna' really enjoy fucking him."  

Red literally dry fucked the shit out of that kid. He let the kid
get his spit on his dick.  He told him that was all the lubricant he
was gonna' get.  He snapped his fingers for the kid to hit the
position on the concrete picnic table.  The young man grabbed his
legs and pulled them up over his head so his asshole was right at
the same height as Red's dick.

Red positioned the head at the kids back door, reached over
him, put both big hands under his neck and locked them together. 
He used his hands position and his body weight to slam himself,
hard into the kid.  The kid yelled and was moving in pain.  Red
didn't even wait for the kid's ass to stop arguing with his cock and
set in right away to savagely fuck him. 

The kid tried his best to get away and off Red's dick but Red
was bigger, stronger, and had his hands locked around the kids
neck.  Then Red leaned into him still fucking him fast and hard and
began to kiss the kid as he was fucking him.  I was watching and
suddenly saw the kid's entire body shudder, then relax and I saw
him began to work his ass to meet Red's savage thrust.

The longer Red kissed him the more the kid was serving it up
hot for Red to enjoy.  Finally, he was thrusting back on Red's dick
as hard or harder than Red was pounding his ass.  Red pulled back
from kissing him. 

"Oh, thank you, Master Red.  First time I ever been fucked by a
man. I'm so glad it was you Master Red.  Damn!  You fuck me like a
man's suppose to fuck another man.  Damn!  That feels fine, Master
Red.  Give me some more of the hard, deep fucking please, Master
Red.  Fuck my ass, Master.   Master Red?" the kid paused and
continued softly,   "Please Sir,--make me bleed.  I need it Sir.  If you
do that for me, Sir.   I'll give you my balls.  I want you to have them,
Sir, for your slave."  Red stopped for a minute and looked at the kid
and smiled at him.

"Don't make an offer like that, Son, unless you really mean it. 
'Cause I will make you bleed and I will take your balls for my slave
to wear around his neck. Now, you've worked with me and cleaned
me pretty damn good and  really gotten into your Master fucking
you.  I was gonna' let you keep 'em.  My slave does what I tell him."

"I understand, Sir, and I thank you for finding me worthy to keep
my balls.   Master,   I know what I'm doing. If you fuck me 'til your
dick is bloody, I want you have them, Sir.  Promise me you'll do the
cutting, Master!"

"I promise, Son,  and thanks for your gift,  I'd enjoy taking them
off you.  They'll make a nice present for my slave."

Your Master's gonna' make you bleed and then he's going to
take your balls for his slave to wear."  Red was fucking him gently
and leaned further into the kid and spoke softly to him.  

"Did you enjoy cleaning your Master's ass hole, Boy?"

"I'll be honest, Sir.  I didn't at first but after I got into it,--well, it
was wonderful, Master Red.  Do you feed your slave your good ass,
Sir?"

"All the time, Son.  He can't get enough."

"Lucky fucking slave."  The kid said with sincerity

"Now give me a good kiss, Son.  Show me how much you need
me to make you bleed and how badly you want your Master to cut
you afterward."  Red moved his mouth onto the kid's.  He stopped
his fucking for a minute to drink deeply of the young man's passion. 
 
The kid had tears streaming down his face,  not from pain but
the ecstacy of the knowledge this Master was going to provide him
with a fantasy he'd dreamed of since his was a boy.  To have a big,
ugly, hyper-masculine, man fuck him 'til his asshole bled and then
cut his nuts off.

Red began his run fucking the kid and once again fucked him
viciously.  They still were locked in a passionate kiss.  Red pulled
away and whispered,   "Not gonna' stop 'til you bleed, Son.  You put
it up there for your Master and give him what he needs. Red
continued to fuck him harder and harder.  The kid was meeting
every vicious thrust of Red's cock.

"Lock your arms around my neck, Son, and your legs around my
waist."   The kid did as he was told and Red put his arms around
the kid's  back and pulled him up off the table.  He was literally
ridding on Red's cock.  Red continued to fuck him savagely,
bouncing him the length of his cock.  He moved over the wall of the
concrete rest room and leaned the kid's back against it.  He told
the kid he was gonna' let go but for him to hold on for dear life.

Red let go and the kid was wedged between the building and
Red's cock.  It was the perfect height for Red to do his work.  He
set into fucking the kid harder than before and the kid made sure it
was there for his Master's pleasure.  Red fucked and fucked until
his cock began to feel warm all over.  He reached down with his big
hand and felt the excess moisture.  He was still fucking the kid
hard and he slowly brought his hand up for the kid to see.  Red's
hand was covered in blood.  He held it up closer for the kid to see
as he continued to fuck him.

"Oh thank you, Master Red.  Oh God, I've dreamed of this. 
Permission to come one last time, Master Red?  Then my balls are
yours, Master.  I won't need them anymore."

"Permission granted, slave.  'Cause I'm gonna' shoot my load
right now.  Then I'm gonna' turn you into a eunuch, Boy."

"Oh, thank you, Sir.  Oh!   Oh!   Oh!"  The kid shot eight feet
straight up in the air and it came down all over his face.  Red was
finishing his third volley up the kids ass.  He carried the kid back to
the table and gently put him down.  Blood was running down Red's
leathers.

"You don't put your legs down slave.  You hold on to 'em.  I want
you to watch me cut 'em off."  The kid lay there following Master
Red's order and didn't dare move.  He had more tears running down
his cheeks but he had a smile on his face.  He was about to lose his
balls, but it was worth it.  He would have this moment to remember
the rest of his life.

"I'm going to get the knife from my slave, boy.  Don't get any
ideas of running.  My slave's fast and deadly.  I'll have him kill you
and take 'em anyway.  I want you in that position when I return,
understand?"

"Yes, Sir.  I won't run, Sir.  I gave them to you, Sir.  They're
yours to take, Master."   While they were talking Red was shoving
his bandana into the kids ass to stop the flow of blood.  He knew
the pressure of the rag would soon stop it.

Red had no intentions of cutting the young man because he and
I talked about it; however, he did want to check with me and have
the kid enjoy the fantasy he was about to loose his nuts.

Meanwhile, I made the big, good looking man mount me to the
base.  It hurt him bad. Good!  I didn't stop until he was riding me
like a saddle bronc.  I told him, since he was straight,  to think of
his asshole as a pussy and make his man feel good. He must have
taken my cue to heart,  because he started a good rhythm and
worked me up until I shot way up his ass.

He though he was through but I wouldn't let him off my dick.  I
grabbed hold of his big dick and told him he had to ride me and fuck
my hand until he shot but he had to get me off the second time.  I
told him not to come until I gave him permission.  If he came before
me I'd not only cut his balls off but his dick, too.

He started riding me again and a surprised look came over his
face at how good it felt this time.  He was fucking my hand as well
as using his ass like a pussy to get me off the second time.  He
almost came before me but gritted his teeth to keep from shooting.
He was really working his ass good and hard on my dick.

"Go ahead and shoot, asshole, but you better not stop fucking
me with your ass. I want to feel that straight ass-pussy of yours try
to bite my big dick off when you come. Then you'll get my second
load up there, you piece of shit. He came and shot over my head
but didn't dare stop.  I know it must have been uncomfortable for
him but he fucked me even harder and faster with his ass.  It was
so exciting ordering him around he got another big load of cowboy
come up his ass.

I finally let him pull off me and made him clean me with his
tongue.  He didn't hesitate.  He gaged a couple of times and I told
him he'd get use to it.  Maybe even develop a taste for it.  I made
him thank me for letting him ride my pony.

After Red was through with the kid I made him clean his buddy's
ass with his mouth.  The kid didn't hesitate and I noticed the older
one got into having his ass rimmed. The older man got another hard
on. Then I made the older man suck the younger one off. I told him
he had to catch him in his mouth, then show it to me on his tongue
before he swallowed it or I wouldn't release either of their balls
sacks.  

The kid really got into having his older buddy suck him off and
must have shot one hell of a load in the big man's mouth.  I made
him show me, Red and the kid how much come he had sucked out
of the younger man.   The kid tried hard not to but he got the
biggest smile on his face and turned away from his buddy. Then I
ordered his buddy to swallow.  He grimaced but followed my order
without a complaint.

"We gonna' let 'em keep 'em Master?" I asked winking at Red.

"I don't know, Son, what do you think?"

"It's your call, Master!  Think they were good enough?  Did they
try hard enough?"

"The kid could have cleaned me a little better but he really got
into me fucking him. Opened right up. Kept that little pussy right up
there for his man.  Kept begging for more. Harder! Made me fuck
him 'til he bled.  He begged me to take his balls for you to wear but,
I think we'll let him keep 'em--"  Red allowed.

"Yeah, the big one put his all into getting me off twice and he
did a fairly good job of sucking the kid off. The kid must have
appreciated you feeding him, he shot a hell of a load in his buddy's
mouth.  His old man's got one hell of a come load in his belly. 
Guess, we could call him a cocksucker now for sure couldn't we?" I
joked with Red.

"Yeah!" replied Red, "He's like the man that took piano lessons
for years and no one ever called him a pianist.  Sucked one dick
and they called him a cocksucker!"  We had a good laugh.  Even the
kid laughed at that one.

"Okay, you two.  One final thing then I'll undo your balls.  Make
some love to each other. I want to see the two of you kissing,
swapping spit, tongue, the whole nine yards.  NOW!"  They fell to
each other and started making out. The big one rolled over on top
of the smaller, younger man and they really went to it. 

They both got roaring hard again.  Red and I couldn't believe
what we were witnessing and couldn't stop laughing.  I made them
hold real still as I cut the nylon fishing line and the blood flowed
back into their balls and sack.  They both had tears of joy coming
from their eyes, they were apologizing to Red and thanking us at
the same time.

"If you two idiots aren't Master and slave the next time we run
across you, you're stupider than you look and  we'll cut the both of
you for damn sure.  If'n you're too damn dumb to see what's going
on between you,  then you deserve to have your balls cut off." I
barked at them.

"Straight, my ass!" growled my Master. I loved that man.

Red and I cleaned ourselves and checked the three who were
now eunuchs.  They barely lost any blood.  They would be sore
tomorrow and their heads would hurt for several days but they
would calm down right nice after that. We left them tied up
knowing someone would come along soon and untie them.

It was a busy camp ground during the day. Red and I cleaned up
the blood.  I took their nut sacks and rapped them in the oily rag to
take with me.  I put them in my saddle bag. I was planning on
tanning them and making a wallet for Red.  I told Red he'd love it. 
If he wanted a suit case all he had to do was stroke it a couple of
times.  We threw the cords and everything else on the fire. We tied
the feet of the  two men we fucked so they would stay put in their
tent.  We did the same to the three eunuchs. Then Red and I took
off.  We got out to the road and stopped.

"Where to,  Master?" I smiled at Red.

"I was headed to the Russian River area.  Is my slave gonna'
ride by his Master's side?"

"Did that kid clean my Master good  or does he need his slave to
do it right?"

"Oh, hell, Cowboy!  He weren't that good. Nobody can get me as
clean as my slave boy."

"Then, I'll ride by your side anywhere, Master, just keep in mind,
you got a hungry slave riding next to you." 

"Feels right to have my slave by my side again, Son."

"That's where your slave belongs, Master. That's the only time
he feels right."

"You ready to go, Cowboy?" Red said with a knowing smile.

"By the way, Master?"

"Yes, slave?"

"I love you." Red looked at me with the greatest love in his eyes. 
He didn't have to say the words, I knew.

"Let's ride, Son." my Master commanded.  We took off like two
rocket sleds on wheels.

As we crossed the Yuba river I threw T-bo's knife into it.  We
saw an eighteen wheeler slow down to pull into the camp site. We
figured he'd probably find the men and untie them.  The next couple
of hours we rode hard and fast to get away from the area. We didn't
stop until we got on the other side of Sacramento and stayed with a
friend of Red's who had a cheap motel on the out skirts of town. 
We parked our bikes in behind the individual small cabins so they
couldn't be seen from the road.  We stayed there for a couple of
nights and Master Red fed his hungry slave.

I was home again, on the road, in the arms of the magnificent
beast I loved and was comfortable with, because our love felt right. 
I said a prayer of thanks to God and Buck for sending me to my
Master in time to save him.  I thanked our Father for more time with
the big, ugly, mean looking, beautiful, wonderful, frightened animal
I loved; my Master. It was a long road to get here,   I fought both
Master's, Master Red and our Almighty Master,  but now I would
submit to both, willingly.   Nothing was said but we  knew, in our
hearts, the strife and storm of the last year was over, the horizon
was clear, and we knew we'd never part again.

* * * * * * * * *

I never felt better about anything I ever did than relieving them
old boys of their excess baggage.  Pay backs are a bitch.  I suffered
neither pangs of guilt nor remorse for cutting them. We were never
bothered by those assholes again.  Although, later, we did run into
the two good looking ones who became Master and slave after that
night. Seems the younger one couldn't get enough of eating big,
bad ass, biker butt and kept begging the older one for more.  

The older one thanked us. They were so grateful for letting them
keep their balls,  they told the others if they tried to go to the cops
they'd tell  the truth about what happened.  The older one
whispered to Master Red they'd be proud and honored to show us
their gratitude if we'd allow them to pleasure us the same way they
did that night. They talked with each other afterward and decided,
even though they deserved to be punished, they derived an
incredible sexual high from the experience;  if they ever ran into us
they were going to beg us to consider letting them pleasure us.

My Master told me we should never deny a man his request to
express gratitude.  The younger man was most grateful.  Cleaned
out my Master's big, ugly man butt hole for damn near an hour.  Red
claimed his ass was clean as a whistle.  Then once again, Red dry
fucked the kid, hard and deep.  The kid moaned and groaned but
clung to Red like a professional bull rider yelling at Red to give him
more.

"Harder, faster, Master Red, make your slave bleed, Sir.  Please
Master, if I pleased you cleaning your hole, make my slave hole
hurt like you did the first time, Sir.  Please, Sir, I need it."

I knew my Master wasn't into hurting people but I witnessed on
several occasions, Red give a slave what he was hurting for, if he
felt it wouldn't harm him.  This was one of those times.  He fucked
the kid so savagely the kid's eyes glazed over, he lost control of his
saliva, spit was flying everywhere, he was drooling down the
corners of his mouth, went into a trance like state, finally threw his
head back and let out a yell that would have made a mule skinner
cringe, then shot a huge load six to eight feet over his head in three
big volleys. He kept begging Red not to stop! Red didn't stop, didn't
slow down and suddenly the kid arched his back, yelled, and shot
again, but this time his load was mixed with piss and blood.  He
wasn't hurt,--it sometimes happens when a man is fucked hard. 
Even though it's kinda scary, it can be the most draining of
orgasms.

The kid clung to Red and cried like a baby in Red's arms. Red
made love to him, consoled and comforted him.  Red was
concerned he might have hurt the kid.  He hadn't, the kid was so
physically and emotionally drained he was crying tears of spiritual
release.  He shared with Red he experienced the same release that
night on the Yuba river but he was so afraid he didn't let himself go
all the way. 

He dreamed and jacked off for months hoping they would run
into us and he could beg Red into fucking him again.  He thanked
and thanked Red and didn't want him to take his dick out.  Red
obliged and  fucked the kid two more times that night.  The kid shot
every time.

It's one thing to get fucked by my big,  magnificent beast but to
relax and watch him in action was like watching a star athlete.
Every movement was calculated to get the maximum bang for his
buck.  It only made me appreciate he wanted to own me.

The big one was fantastic.  Rode my old cayuse like a classy
whore. He told me he never had a man's dick up his butt before that
night on the river.  He said after the pain subsided, he couldn't
believe how good it began to feel.  The harder he rode me the
better it began to feel.

When I called his ass a pussy it really turned him on and he tried
to imagine his ass as a woman's cunt with my dick in it.  Also the
fact I was Master Red's slave he was pleasuring tripped his switch. 
I didn't let him vary from that night. I let him make proper love to
my cock and beg me to let him sit on it. I made him beg real loud so
his partner could hear him.  I made him beg so much for it, when I
finally gave him permission, he slammed his ass to the base and let
out a huge yell.

 He didn't try to pull off, even though his ass was arguing with
my cock about being there.  He knew he'd better let my cock win
that argument and I helped by holding him down.  I let his ass
settle down this time before I ordered him to start riding me. I told
him to ride me for my pleasure until I decided I had enough and
would order him to take me.  He gave me one hell of a ride.  I could
tell he was enjoying it as much as I was.  He wanted to ride me
more but I was so worked up I had to get my rocks off. I grabbed
hold of his big dick and a smile came over his face.

"I promise to get you off first, Sir!" he told me and I nodded in
agreement.  He rode me like I was a mechanical bull turned up to
'full buck.' I felt myself reaching the point of no return and yelled at
him to let go, too. He felt me shooting  and tried to bite my dick off
with his ass as he shot, and shot. He rode me twice more that night
and shot every time.

 They'd come a long way and seemed happy together.  I only
hope, Red and I had some small influence.  They told us the other
three sold their bikes and settled down to a nine to five life. Hell,
we done 'em a favor. 'Sides, T-bo weren't never gonna' have no kids
anyway.  I decided I didn't want that evil little bastard pissing in my
gene pool. 

We arrived at the Russian River area and Red hadn't said a word
to me about his condition.  We stayed for a week or more in one of
the small cabins Red's friends owned.  They asked if we wanted to
work for our stay. Red thanked them but declined for us.  We
wanted to relax and be with each other. We had some major
fucking to catch up on and I planned to cash in on everyone I
missed.

 We paid our way. We had money, more than we needed,  to do
anything, or go anywhere we wanted.  I received my second Faisel
family allotment and banked it.  I hardly spent any of the first one. 
We were fat. I still had three cashiers checks for twenty-five
thousand each in my hidden area of my, long, chained, biker wallet.

Red changed almost overnight.  He was loving, quiet, humble, 
grateful and thankful I came to his rescue.  He reached several
epiphanies he shared with me. We'd always been open and truthful
with each other but he had a new aura about him.  It was peaceful,
happy, yet determined.   Somehow, it strengthened his resolve to
become the Master he knew he could be and I needed him to be.

"Cowboy, I watched you take out every one of them sons of a
bitches to my one. You came to my rescue when that bastard got
me from behind and was on top of me.  I saw the look in your eyes
when you took 'em out, one by one. You're a hell of a man, Son.

Your uncle was also a hell of a man.  If I got in a fight, Bud was
the man I wanted covering my back.  He could be a mean, kick-ass,
mother fuck'n cowboy when it came to a fight. I've seen him take
out four to six men at a time. He didn't take no shit off nobody and
if his buddy got into a fight, no matter if he was right or wrong, Bud
covered his back.  You know what, Kid?  I think you're better'n your
old man.  I know he'd be proud of you.

All those times we had those rough sex games, I slapped you
around pretty hard sometimes, but you never raised a hand to me in
self defense. I never thought you were a coward or afraid of me. 
Instead of cowering or crying,  you'd get up with the most sarcastic
smile on your face daring me to hit you again.  A coward doesn't
stand up to you and dare you to take your best shot. 

Several times I pushed you, goaded you, called you horrible
names 'cause you wouldn't fight back; you never tried to stand up
for yourself.  I went too far a couple of times and felt awful for
weeks after. You kinda humbled this old man, Son, when I saw how
you handled T-bo that time you ran him out of camp.  Ain't never
told you but I was so fucking proud of my boy that day.

It told me, no matter how guilty I felt for what I done to
you, down deep, you knew I loved you.  You were secure enough
you were willing to fight for my love and protect your turf.   I
laughed to myself for days from the surprised look on that queen's
face.  He never thought you'd do anything. You sent a clear
message to that fay little fairy.   Mess with me or my Master again
and you're a dead man. He came damn close to it, I'll tell ya.'

You don't know how many men took me aside to tell me what a
fine slave I had riding with me. Everyone of 'em said if they got into
a fight they'd want you covering their back.   They'd seen me slap
you around time and again and you never stood up for yourself.  

They'd  come to me with a compliment about someone you
helped and tell me you told 'em how much you thought of me. 
Several told me they confronted you about why you didn't stand up
for yourself when I wailed on you. They were wondering if you were
afraid of me.  I assured them you weren't.  Every man said you
replied,

"He's my Master.  I love him.  I'm his slave. I wouldn't be a slave
to any man but Red. It doesn't matter what he does to me,  I'll
never raise my hand to my Master.  That's my Master's way of
correcting and punishing his incorrigible slave. He has that right
because I gave him that right.  He's only doing what any good
Master would do who owns a disrespectful, ungrateful slave.

He wouldn't bother if he didn't love me. When he roughs me up I
deserve it; he wouldn't, if I didn't.' They made me shed more than
one tear, Son. There's no doubt in my mind, the other night on the
Yuba river,  if I hadn't begged you, then ordered you not to kill T-bo,
you would have. I watched you systematically take out four good
size men.

It was like you'd rehearsed a dance routine in your mind before
you started wailing on their butts.  Your timing was perfect, when
you put 'em down, they stayed down.  Gotta' hand it to you kid,  you
made me realize you could've kicked my ass any damn time you
wanted.

All that time I thought you were passive and afraid to stand up
to me. I ain't a' shakin' in my boots 'cause I saw the light, but it
does make me feel damn good, Son,  to think you loved me enough
not to challenge nor try to bring me down." 

"What, and kill the goose what gimme' the golden fuck?  Get
serious old man.  I may be dumb 'cause I punished my Master too
damn long for a minor indiscretion,  but I sure as hell ain't stupid. I
would never consider trying to defend myself, Master.  I realize
now, if I'm serious about being your slave, it has to be in all things.

What kind of slave would I be if I got pissed and  tried to defend
myself or take my Master out 'cause he thought I needed
correction.  I'd be robbing myself of the thing I need most from him,
his control over me.  I  need my Master's discipline and correction. 
If he chooses to slap me around and rough me up, it's only because
I've been a wise ass punk, said something awful to him, or did
something to piss him off, knowing it would enrage him. 

Master, I knew every button to push to get you to do what I
wanted.  I knew how far to push you so's I'd get my desired 'Booger
Fix' for that day.  After the first three or four times roughing me up
for something I knew set you off, don't you think I'd wise up and not
do it anymore?  I'd purposely get you all riled up,  just for damn
meanness, and get me a  black eye or a fat lip. I've never told you,
Master, but I wore every black eye and busted lip with pride.  Didn't
try to hide 'em neither.  It was my way of saying to the world,

"Yeah, it may look bad, but to me it's a fuck'n trophy that says
my Master loves me;  loves me enough to discipline and correct a
stubborn, arrogant, dumb ass kid to make him into a decent slave."

"I looked a lot like Mick Jagger that time you busted both lips,
don'cha' think?"  my Master roared with laughter and nodded in
agreement.

I was proud of those lips; it sort of took the pretty off my face
and I liked that.  Is this telling you anything, Master?"   Red didn't
answer, looked me in the eyes, smiled a half, knowing smile and
slowly nodded.  I continued.

"I knew how much you loved me, even then. Everyone else did,
too.  If'n I weren't wearing a black eye or busted lip at least twice a
month,  everyone started worrying we weren't getting along.  They
were concerned my Master didn't love me no more." Red threw
back his head and howled. 

"I manipulated your love to get what I needed, Sir.  If I'd been a
smart slave, I'd of come to my Master on my knees, paid homage to
his boots, bared my soul to him and simply asked him respectfully
to consider my need for those things.  He would have made sure I
got what I needed.  My Master has never denied me anything I
requested when I came to him seriously and respectfully." 

 I was quiet for a moment; Red started to speak;  I held up one
finger to give me one more minute,  I wasn't through yet, 

"My Master would never hit me for the sole purpose of hurting
me. To teach me a lesson, to punish me, to correct me, to get my
attention, to impress on me his seriousness or simply because my
Master damn well felt like I needed it to remind  me of my place.  

For those reasons I would expect it.  I told my Master that night
on the Yuba river, I would never raise my hand to him and I meant
it.  Neither will I bring this subject up again; however, in all of this,
there's a message  I don't want to discuss.  My Master knows his
slave.  It don't need to be discussed."

My Master looked at me for a few minutes with love in his heart. 
His eyes watered.  Then he hauled off and back handed me across
the mouth as hard as he could, sending me reeling across the room. 
He popped me a good one, he did,  and blood flew out the corner of
my mouth as I fell on my face.  He didn't come to console me nor
help me up. He saw the blood but was coldly indifferent.  He meant
for my blood to run.

He remained silent, strong and purposeful. I tried not to but I got
this damn, self assured smile on my face and thought to myself, 'He
got my message loud and clear and was letting me know in the
strongest language possible, his guarantee;  he loved me enough to
make sure he provided his slave with what he needed.'  I knew
neither would  discuss this subject again.  My dick was roaring
hard and I was happy.  I slowly crawled on my belly to his boots,
stopped, waited, didn't dare look up but  quietly begged, "Please,
Master,...?"

"Show your Master your appreciation, slave.  Make love to his
boots like you mean it." he growled in his gravely voice.  I started
cleaning them with my tongue,  covering every inch and crack,  to
do the best job I could for my Master. I felt water falling on my head
and back.  I didn't dare look up. The big son of a bitch was crying
watching me pay homage to him after sending me across the room,
cutting my upper and lower lip.

There was quite a bit of blood but he didn't let down his wall of
indifference.  Instead, he collected himself and made it clear in a
stern command not to leave a drop of my blood on his boots.  I
licked my own blood from his boots.  I knew, his big heart was
happy, too, and this scene was an incredible turn on for him.  He
was so aroused the head of his big dick was trying it's best to pop
out the top of his cod piece.

He reached down with both hands,  pulled me up to him and
kissed me hard and passionately.  It hurt my mouth but he wasn't
about to ease his passion and I didn't want him to.  At that moment
I acquiesced into the warmth and comfort of his arms, to feel his
strength, to taste his masculinity, my blood, his leather,
pheromones and all the other healthy, clean taste of my Master.  In
his arms is where his slave belonged.  I was home.  It was
overwhelming.

My body started shaking from the ecstacy of the experience.  All
of a sudden, before I knew what happened, I shot my load all over
his leather pants.  Red smiled with pride knowing he excited me
that much.  For the first time, in a long time,  he had no guilt.  I'd
set him free to be the total Master he needed to be and I needed
him to be and he accepted and asserted himself with a strong
statement.  He established once and for all, between us, he was
the alpha-male.  He was proud of himself.  He was proud of the
busted lips he honored his slave with.  He gently and lovingly
kissed the pain away. I was proud of my lips and him, too.

"Clean me up, slave."  my Master barked at me.  I was on my
knees instantly sucking and licking every bit of my come off him. 
Red was more turned on than I'd ever seen.  His old dick got so
hard it finally popped the top two snaps and it was just hanging
there.  He reached down, unsnapped the bottom snap then threw it
on the bed.

"Fuck the rituals, Son!  You deserve a treat.  Go ahead, you can
have it." It was like someone handed me a dish of ice cream on a
hot summer's day and I didn't have to do nothin' for it.  I didn't stop
sucking my old man until I'd milked him for two big ole loads.  He
tested me, found out I was telling the truth and rewarded me. I lay
there afterward in his big tattooed arms with him pouring his love
into me apologizing once more, explaining carefully to his slave
why he had to test me to make sure I really did love him, accept
him as my Master, and to show me how much he loved me.

He got my message loud and clear, we fully understood each
other and we would never speak of it again.  He would administer
punishment as he saw fit and his slave would never question his
reasons. He would invariably make me cry in his big, tattooed arms,
not from hurt but from the ecstacy of the love he was pouring into
me.  Don't get much better'n that.  Wrong!  He reached over to
retrieve his cod piece from the night table.  Held it to my mouth and
growled.  

"Here's dessert for you slave.  I shot in my cod piece while I
watched you crawl on your belly to pay homage to my boots.  Clean
it up, slave, eat it out! "

He held it to my face as I licked, and sucked his come out of his
cod piece.  Red held it tight to cover my eyes, nose, and of course
my mouth that was busily getting all the goodness of my Master
from the leather.  Once again I felt something coming over my
body. I shuddered, pitched and squirmed felt my back arching
uncontrollably,...then I shot my load again.   My old man started
laughing at me and my obvious passion for him.  I couldn't get
enough of him.

One time, Red and I stopped by Mason on our way through and I
had a black eye and a fat lip.  My dad was upset, I could tell.  He
got me aside and wanted to ask me about it but he didn't want to
intrude.  I knew he was concerned but he wouldn't ask.

"Like my eye and lip, Dad?" I asked joking.

"Well, I don't know, Son--."

"Look Dad, I worked hard for both of these so don't even think
bad of my Master.  He's doing a fine job as my Master, I couldn't
love him more and I couldn't be happier. You were right about
Master Red shaping my ass up to be the slave he needs and should
be.  He's the most loving of Masters, Dad.  I wouldn't have these
trophies if he didn't need to correct me or discipline me.  He's
providing me with what I need, Dad!" Do I have to spell it out for
you or--?"

"Uuhhh,   No, Son,  I think I understand."  he put a hand on each
shoulder, turned me one way then the other to get a good look, 

"All  I can say is, old Booger's doing a hell of a job.  I'll have to
commend him on that shiner.  It's a beaut."

"I'm quite proud of it, Dad, and I think the lip's a nice touch,
too."  I laughed.

"I have to agree, Son, the fat lip seems to set it off right nice." 
My old man howled with laughter.  He  proceeded to tell Booger
how proud he was he was taking such good care of his kid.  My
Master caught on to what dad was talking about, shook his hand
and  thanked him sincerely.  Then they fell out laughing as they
hugged each other.

It may sound sick to a lot of folks but unless you've been there
and can know the passion involved, don't presume to judge. 
Missionary position, vanilla sex;  now, we're talking difficult to
understand.


End of Chapter 14~ Booger Red & Cowboy
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf