BOOGER RED & COWBOY CHAPTER 20
By Waddie Greywolf


We didn't know how to judge how much time my Master had left. The
doctors told him six to eight months. We decided to be conservative
and stay on the road no more than six months. We weren't sure we
needed a full six months to tour the country.

We sat down and everyone had suggestions what Red might like to
see. Some things he didn't know about Boots and Sonny did. A few I
knew about. Red felt like there were some states we didn't have to
cover. If we did, fine; if not, it's wasn't a big deal.

Red was mainly interested in historical sites and national parks.
Certain cities he wanted to ride through. He didn't care whether we
stopped long in any one city. If it had some attraction we might want
to see then we would.

Red wanted to travel across the northern states in particular. He
ruled out states that we regularly traveled;  Arizona, New Mexico,
California, Nevada, and most of Oregon. He was more interested in
seeing Wyoming, Utah, Montana, Idaho, Nebraska, Washington,
Colorado, Oklahoma, and the Southern states. He wanted to save
Texas for last.

It was understood Red would decide for us where and when we
went. Boots and Sonny couldn't have been more agreeable. Boots and I
accepted the trip as Red's trip and went along with anything he
wanted.

Sonny didn't know about Red's health problem. Red didn't want him
to know and asked us not to tell him. I wondered about the wisdom of
Red's decision but knew better than to question my Master. That didn't
mean I couldn't get him to discuss it with me. Most times he would
sometimes he wouldn't.

Later, I came to realize he was right. Red wanted a chance to work
with Sonny even if it was for this period of time without the cloud of
death hovering over the joy Sonny was receiving learning to be a slave
from the best of Masters.

Red decided we'd spend what time we wanted on the road. If
we got tired or bored we'd head back home. If we had more time after
that we'd spend it with our family. Time details were never discussed
in front of Sonny.

After we left Cheyenne, Red was in great spirits.  The success of
helping Dave and Barn Jarvis and what he did for the men in the VA
hospital made him feel like he and his men accomplished great things. 
We had, and I gave him full credit.

I look back now and understand my Master was carefully orchestrating
the whole thing and knew when to utilize a good idea.  He was
stronger than I'd seen him in a long time.  I don't think I would've been
as strong under the same circumstances.

However, he had not one but three Billy Gunns to love him.  After Ten
Sleep and Cheyenne he began to think of us as his family. Buck had
been so right about more immediate family but when he said they
would bear my name, who would expect the whole damn name.

The more I thought about it I began to see that the Old Man may be
mysterious but I think he has a humorous side as well. I get the feeling
he can be down right funny. Buck couldn't have been more right about
the love Boots and Sonny brought to me and my Master.

I think the most important thing to me was Red accepted them as his
relatives as much as I did. He certainly had that right. Red was my
Master;  therefore, any family I had automatically became his, but it
was more than that. He bonded with Boots and Sonny from the
beginning. Buck said their love would be as much to help to Red as it
would be to help me.

I'll admit to some apprehension at first of bringing Boots and Sonny
along. I wondered if I would become possessive of my Master knowing
our time together was short. My fears were groundless. What love my
Master shared with them was almost like I was sharing it vicariously
as an extension of him.

I had my own equal and valid relationships with each of them that was
every bit as solid and meaningful as Red's. We were family in the
truest sense. In the six months we were on the road we never had an
argument.

Once in a redneck bar in South Dakota some local was mouthing off
about the bikers smelling up the bar. Sonny slowly got up and was
going to wipe the floor with the shit head. He could've done it, too. If
he got into trouble I was right behind him. Red grabbed Sonny by the
arm.

"No, Son." was all my Master said to him.

"But, Master...?" Sonny reacted without thinking.

"I said, 'no,' Son." his Master said even softer. Sonny swallowed hard
and sat down. A tear of frustration rolled down his cheek but he
maintained the presence of mind to remember his manners.

"I'm sorry, Master Red. I never should've questioned you. Of course,
you're right, Sir. I apologize. Please forgive me."

"Of course I'll forgive you, but It shouldn't have happened, Son." Sonny
looked at the floor and nodded his head in agreement, "You want to be
a good salve and be controlled. Is that right?"

"Yes, Sir. I want that more than anything, Sir. I want you and my dad to
be proud of me, Master Red."

"We are proud of you, Sonny;  however, 'control,' means control in all
things, not just what you pick and choose."

"Yes, Sir, you're right, Master."

"You know better than to question an order from your Master."

"Yes, Sir. I was wrong. I never should've questioned my Master."

Red sat there for quite a while not saying anything. Of course Boots
and I were trying not to pay attention but Boots knew what Red was
up to and winked at me. I didn't dare react because I was hurting for
Sonny. Not because he did wrong and not because my Master may
punish him but for his embarrassment for having shown disrespect to
the Master he loved and adored more than anyone except his dad.

Red didn't say anymore. He just kept drinking his beer and acted as if
the subject was dropped. He started talking to Boots and I about
where we might stay for the evening. He didn't want to stay around
here where we were obviously not welcome.

Should we travel to the next town or find another place here on the
other side of town? Did either of us have a preference for dinner? Did
we see a place on the way in that looked promising for food?  Boots
and I knew exactly what Red was doing and we went along with
him without a smile or seeming like we were wise to what was going
on.

"Master Red," Sonny spoke, "may I be excused to go to the head, Sir."

Red just nodded and Sonny left for the head. Boots leaned over to Red
and spoke quietly.

"You have carte blanche to punish him any way you see fit. I trust you
with anything, Master, and that includes my son. If he wants to be a
slave bad enough he needs to understand he should and will be
punished if he's disrespectful or challenges his Master."

"I appreciate that, Son. Let me handle this, agreed?"

"Absolutely, Master." We both told him.

"When he returns let's hit the road, find a place to bunk, get cleaned
up then go to dinner."

"Fine." Boots and I responded. Sonny returned and we were getting
ready to leave. He downed the last of his Red `beer' and started
getting ready to go. We left the place and Red picked an out of the way
motel with small individual cabins. He got two for us and paid in
advance for one night's stay. We got cleaned up and went to dinner at
a small coffee shop in the downtown district.

Sonny was quiet all through dinner. He was polite and tried to follow
the conversation but you could tell he was hurting inside. He was in
great emotional pain. Red knew it too but didn't say a word about it to
Sonny.

Boots knew what Red was doing and while he didn't like to see his
kid hurting he knew he deserved it. Sonny always had an apatite but
he didn't eat much of his food that night.

We went back to our rooms and Red said good night to Boots and
Sonny. He told them we were going to bed early and get a good nights
sleep; see them tomorrow morning. We went into our cabin and closed
the door. It started rainning.  It was the prelude to one hell of a storm
that lasted several days.

"Master, please don't ever do that to me. Knock me across the room,
slap me silly, bend me over you knee, but please don't cut me out like
that.  Sonny knows this issue isn't resolved between you."

"I appreciate your sympathy for Sonny. I'm being firm with him. He has
a decision to make. If he wants to be a good slave then he will come to
me and beg me to punish him. I could simply insist on punishing him
and do it, but it won't have nearly the impact as having to come to me
on his knees and beg for punishment.

You?  I'd never try that with you. You'd see right through me.  You're
right, best I just back hand you to get your attention. You'd never
question an order from me anyway. Even when we were going through
rough times you obeyed me ninety-eight percent of the time. 
When you dedicate yourself to something or someone, Cowboy, there's
no such thing as half way with you. That's why I love you so much, you
little shit."  I went to him and he opened his arms.

"You don't have to correct a slave who tries as hard as you do to serve
and please me, Son." my Master kissed me and got me roaring hard
with his gentleness.  I looked down to his boots and spoke,

"Sometime soon, though,... please, Master."  I said softly.

"I know, you don't want to do wrong to get what you need. Trust your
Master, he'll take care of his slave soon enough, understand, Son?"

"Thanks you, Master.  My Master always takes good care of his slave. 
By the way, Master, I give it ten more minutes before there's a knock
on our door, but it won't be Sonny. It'll be Boots. Sonny will send him
to request you to please come talk to him for a minute."

"I won't say,---" There came a knock on the door. Red nodded for me to
get it and there stood Boots.

"Come in, Son." Red said to Boots, "what can we do for you?"

"Master, you can guess I've been sent to humbly request you consider
going next door to speak to your slave for a minute. He's a mess,
Master Red. He hasn't stopped crying since we got in. I told him he
really fucked up. He asked me what could he do?  You didn't tell him
what you wanted. 

"It isn't what Master Red wants, Sonny, it's what you want. Do you
really want to be a slave?"

"Yes, Sir, more than anything."

"Why do you think Master Red asked you if that's what you truly
wanted?"

"I've tried to think, but I'm confused. I don't know for sure."

"He was waiting for you to ask him to punish you to correct your
disrespect. You have to prove to him you want to become a slave bad
enough to beg him to punish you; otherwise, the man's wasting his
time. Get on your knees, pay homage to the man's boots and beg him
to punish you. This isn't a game with Master Red.

He put it on the line for you.  Don't consider becoming a slave and
submitting yourself to him for training if you're not serious. He's not
going to punish you unless he's convinced you mean what you say. 
Why should he? He has a wonderful slave who would never consider
questioning him. Have you ever heard Cowboy question his Master?"

"No, Sir. I know Cowboy, he would never question his Master."

"Then you know what you have to do." Boots finished.

"He's ripe, Master. His ready to beg you to punish him. He promises
only to take a minute of your time. He sent me so I could stay over
here with your slave while you deal one on one with him; otherwise, he
would have come himself."

"I'll go talk with him. How are you about this, Boots? I won't go
through with this if you're the least bit worried about it. I promise I
won't physically damage him but he probably won't be able to ride his
bike for a day or two.  If he does, it'll be uncomfortable.

We can certainly afford to take a day or two off from riding. I'm not
suggesting that the boy be in pain past the point of punishment.  We
may be stuck here for a day or two anyway because of this storm;
might be a prefect time."

"I still feel the same way, Master Red. I told him I could over look him
being disrespectful to me once in a while but to you, never. I didn't tell
him I was ashamed of him but I did tell him I was disappointed. I've
never been ashamed of my boy; however, if he wants this resolved he's
gonna' have to pay your price.

I understand it will probably be punishment I'm sure he wouldn't soon
forget. As I agreed earlier this afternoon, I'll leave it totally in your
hands. I'll be curious to see how he responds. I've never punished him
in all these years by a spanking or belt. He's not a bad boy but he
needs to know he can't get away with crap like that with you. He
promised me your punishment, no matter how severe, couldn't be half
as bad as the pain he's suffering now."

"Okay, you guys stay here. I'll return in a minute. I'm not going to do it
tonight, anyway. I have obligations to my slave this evening I won't
put aside for Sonny. I love him like he was my son, but if he wants to
consider me one of his Masters I insist he never question me again. It's
not only for respect for me but it's for his protection."

Red went next door to talk to Sonny and left Boots and I there in our
cabin listening to the rain on the cabin roof. Boots looked worried. He
loved his kid but he neither knew how nor did he think he could give
Sonny what Red was about to.

I took Boots in my arms and told him it would be all right, our Master
knew what he was doing. I also warned him if one of these mornings
soon, I had a fat lip and black eye to think nothing of it. It's something
I need my Master provides me once in a while to keep his slave happy. 

I told him about the days of the sex wars and he howled with laughter.
I explained, as a result, I sometimes crave that roughness and my
Master is kind enough to provide it for me. Boots kept shaking his
head.

"If I live to be a hundred, I'll never fully understand you two but
I can't fault your relationship. I would give one of my nuts to have your
kind of relationship with Sonny."

"Keep listening to my Master, Boots, I promise you will have, and he
won't even charge you one of your nuts." Boots laughed with me.

Red walked softly next door and could hear Sonny quietly crying. The
tough, old, battle scarred, ugly, warrior, stopped a minute to gather
himself. When he heard the kid he had come to think of as his, crying
his heart out in disappointment and emotional pain he almost lost it for
a minute. Did he really want to do this?  He asked himself.  I love him.
I don't love him the same way as Cowboy but I love him as much.  

Cowboy will always be number one, closest to my heart.  It was
because of his love for Sonny, Red realized he had to be strong. He
knew he must do this; otherwise, Sonny would never be content unless
he could be a complete and total slave to a Master.

If he wants it, asks for it and understands why it must be so, Red was
going to see Sonny got the correction he needed.  To become content
and happy as a slave Sonny must learn the security of knowing
he must never question his Master.  Red knocked gently on the door.

"Come in, please, Sir." Sonny fell to his knees and didn't dare look up
at his Master. "I know I've disappointed you, Master Red, and I'm
ashamed of myself. My I please have the honor to pay homage to your
boots, then I have something to say."

"Permission granted, slave." Sonny didn't just kiss Red's boots he
cleaned them and made sure he did a first rate job. Red didn't hurry
the boy. He knew this was important for him. He did a good job on both
boots and Red put his hand down for him. Sonny completed the ritual
and kissed his Master and then started sobbing in his arms. Sonny
once again fell to his knees, bowed his head and spoke to his Master,

"Please Master, I'm so stupid. I know I did wrong. You established I
needed punishment but I didn't understand I should request you to
consider punishing your slave. So Master, please,---please consider
punishing me. I truly want to be a good slave and understand  my
disrespect can't be overlooked. I don't want it overlooked, Sir. I will
gladly accept any punishment you deem necessary, Sir.

I won't expect your decision tonight, but please, Master, please
consider it. I certainly deserve and need punishment. I understand
there's no defense for my actions. I was wrong. Help me Master, help
me become the slave I want to be and one you might be proud of. Any
punishment you choose for me can't be worse than the pain I feel now
for having disappointed you. You know how much I love, honor, and
respect you, Master Red."

"Are you absolutely sure that's what you want, slave?"

"Yes, Sir, more sure than I've been about anything in my life, Master
Red. I understand I must be punished, Sir, if I want to become a good
slave. I have no defense, Master Red, I questioned you, I was out of
line and there's no excuse for that. I'm begging you to consider
punishing me. I hope I may expect correction, Sir. I know it will help
me become a better slave. I'll never question you again, Sir."

"I have no fear of that, Son. If I decide to grant your request for
punishment and you still want it, when I'm through with you, I promise,
you will never question me or any other Master again."

The next night Red granted Sonny's request for punishment. It was a
stormy, rain filled night.  The electric storm and thunder was
unbelievable; a perfect night to punish a slave.  Boots and I were in his
cabin and Sonny and Master Red was in ours.

We lay together and could hear the whip landing on Sonny's ass amid
the lightening and thunder. Always in sets of ten, we lost count and
had nothing of amusement to say about Sonny's plight. Boots
finally breathed a sigh of relief when we were sure the punishment
was over.  Red stayed all night with Sonny that evening.

"Sonny needed this, Cowboy. Not only for correction of his disrespect
for Master Red but for all the times he's begged me to take a whip to
him. He'll be changed by this, for the better, wait and see. This is
Sonny's right of passage into manhood and a test of his seriousness
about becoming a slave. Master Red took him to the brink tonight and
I'm proud of him for that."

Sonny's punishment was not enjoyable. Sonny thought it might be, but
found out his Master was serious about his correction. Sonny told me
later it was something I didn't want to experience. Take it from him, be
a good slave to your Master and never question him. I never did. I
thoroughly learned my lesson.

Boots knew the depth of Red's love for his boy. Red never kept his
feelings for Sonny secret from Boots or me.  Boots own personal love
for Red and the love Red showed him cancelled any thoughts of Red
being a threat to Boots' world. The more Red worked with Sonny, the
more control over Sonny he demanded and got.

Boots approved and encouraged Red to take control.  Boots and I
could see dramatic changes in Sonny. Boots told me it was the first
time he'd ever seen Sonny fired-up or passionate about anything. He
was intent on becoming a good slave to Red and winning his Master's
approval.

Boots knew Red would be firm but not impair his son. Red didn't
physically hurt Sonny but he sure tweaked his attitude. The next few
days Sonny was a humble, attentive, and loving slave. His Master
could do no wrong. His dad could do no wrong. He wouldn't question
anything his dad ask of him.

Sonny's ass was so red he could barely sit for any length of time let
alone ride his bike.  Even with the obvious discomfort he was in, Boots
and I overheard him quietly tell Red how sorry he was for his
disrespect and how grateful he was for his Master's punishment and
correction.

He appreciated Red being interested enough in him to demand control.
Sonny knew his Master cared enough to punish him to whip his ass
into becoming a good slave. Boots and I lost count how many times he
told Red. Each time his Master took him in his arms and assured him
he was a good slave. Even the best of slaves need correction from
time to time.

Boots would look at me roll his eyes, smile and we'd laugh together at
poor Sonny. Boots couldn't have been more pleased Red took the
initiative to administer punishment to Sonny he wouldn't soon forget.
Sonny never questioned his Master or his dad again. Before Sonny did
anything he'd quickly glance at our Master and Red would respond
with a subtle head sign; 'yea' or 'nay.'

Sonny picked that up from observing the way I interacted with our
Master. Red could read Sonny and I like a book. He knew what we
wanted and most times just a simple glance in his direction was
enough request for him to make a decision.

Our Master didn't require a full blown formal ceremony for every
request. A modified, abridged version worked well in public where our
status of being owned by another man wouldn't be understood. If Red
didn't respond it meant put your request on hold or he would move one
of his boots and look down at it like he needed a more formal request.

Sonny loved and respected his Master all the more for his correction.
Boots and I talked about it and lovingly laughed about Sonny when we
were alone together. That one session of correction with his Master
did amazing things for Sonny.

Boots couldn't believe the change in his son. Sonny lost his frenetic
edge, became calmer, more relaxed, began to see humor in
situations, became a more pleasant and attentive companion, and to
Boots delight, became even more respectful and devoted to his dad.

Red and I discovered Sonny developed subtle ways of manipulating
his dad to get what he wanted. It created a dichotomy for Sonny who
wanted a strong alpha-male to control him. Sonny allowed his dad to
think he was in control. It had been going on for so many years Boots
didn't have a clue.

Red and I also discovered Sonny wasn't even aware he was doing
it. Thus Red discovered the crux of Sonny's frustration with his dad. He
consciously wanted his dad's control all these year but his
subconscious was controlling his dad at every turn.

It became a vicious circle, the more his dad fell in love with his son,
the greater control over him Sonny had. Sonny wanted everyone to
think he was a devoted slave to his dad and all his dad had to do was
pick up the reigns and ride. Not true. Red quickly saw through the
surface to the greater picture of who was in control.

Boots wasn't a dumb man by any stretch. He was an easy going,
arrested development adolescent. He escaped the vengeful, dark,
petulant mood swings associated with adolescence with the
acceptance of the responsibility of raising a child. 

If that doesn't mellow a man out nothing will. You're forced to develop
an even temperament if you care about your kid. No matter how
unorthodox his method, according to my Master, Boots very probably
was more successful in raising a wonderfully decent human being than
ninety-five percent of the tight ass fundamentalist out there.

Sonny fell in love with Red from the beginning, but now, Sonny
worshiped him. Physical appearances be damned, Red was the first
man in his life who fit Sonny's criterion of alpha-male. To Sonny's
delight and surprise, Red was an alpha-male who cared enough to offer
real control Sonny couldn't manipulate. The episode of correction
served notice to a bright eyed wanna' be slave boy he just entered the
big leagues. From that point,  there would be no turning back. Sonny
didn't want to turn back.

Red took pity on Sonny and we stayed in the same motel a couple of
nights.  The rain storm was still going strong and it was a good
excuse for us to call a temproary hault to our journey.  The motel
boasted an indoor heated pool and spa for Sonny to sit in. He
rebounded quickly but was still very much his Master's devoted slave.

Red and I were growing closer each day. I was Red's property, he
owned me, body and soul. He became my loving Master and he was
right. He fostered both my body and soul with diligence and care. I no
longer held anything back from him and he gave me more that I
could've ever bargained for.

I stopped playing power games. I allowed him to be my owner and he
reveled in his role. He was damn good at it, too.  Red was born to be a
Master. He took complete control and I served him without question.
The tighter he strengthened his control the more free I felt. I began to
wonder why I lived so long trying to bump my own way through life. 

The song, "I Did It My Way,' is the anthem of the egocentric; their
rationalization for loneliness.  I did it my Master's way and was so
consumed by his love I couldn't imagine loneliness.

We still shared our rough sex we loved, but instead of name calling we
would argue for hours who loved whom the most. Then, Red would
decide he wasn't going to put up with my smart, insolent, young ass
and he would damn well show me how much he loved me.

He'd slap me around in mock anger; hit me pretty damn hard
sometimes, too. I loved it. I'd keep a straight face and played out our
passion seriously. I'd crawl slowly to his boots and beg him to let me
pay homage to them. I'd let him overpower me and rape the
holy crap out of me.

Afterward, we would lay for hours making love and he would force me
to admit he loved me more. I would but he really didn't. Part of being a
good slave is learning when to allow your Master to believe something
and agreeing with him whether you really do or not.

"I say it is the moon."

"I know it is the moon."

"Nay, then you lie: it is the blessed sun."

"Then, God be bless'd, it is the blessed sun:
But sun it is not, when you say it is not;
And the moon changes even as your mind.
What you will have it named, even that it is;
And so it shall be so for your trusting slave."

It was hot, wonderful sex between us. I still think of those times and
pop a boner. Every time I think about Red sitting on my face, grinding
his big, ugly man, butt hole onto my mouth. My mouth and dick both
start to drool. When we met other bikers I'd introduced Red as my
Master and me as his slave.

I paid homage to his boots on command in front of the other
bikers to show my love and  subservience to my Master. Red was
proud of me and wasn't stingy with his love and affection. Sometimes
he would embarrass me to tears in public.

With lots of people around he'd throw his arms around me, locking my
arms so I couldn't move and planting the biggest, most bodacious
kiss square on my mouth.  Mouths would drop open all around us.

Finally, I gave in and would melt in his arms. `Fuck the world,' I
thought, 'look at our love, it may not be anything like your idea of love
as your narrow minded vision defines it, but it has more passion and
substance than your's will ever have?

I only have the love of this man, this big, ugly, wonderful, caring,
beautiful, magnificent beast, for a while. I love him. To say I was
besotted with his love would be infelicitous. I'm his slave. I'm his
property. He owns me, body and soul. Can you claim that of your love?

Are you willing to give yourself to another person to become an
extension of them and their life? What do you have to bond you to your
love? A vow, a troth, a certificate, or an exchange of rings? Those
vows are easily rationalized by the brain between your legs. That ring
is easily slipped off you finger at a moments notice.

Try removing a collar with an ID tag that's locked around your neck.
Try signing a document which transfers you from everyday society to
become a piece of property to be owned by another person. Who's
made the bigger commitment?'

We grew together, closer and closer, as I became a part of him. I was
being consumed by his love. The look in Red's eyes that first night I
saw him told me he would consume me. I reveled in his need for ever
greater control until he devoured almost all there was of me.

I was at peace being a 'happy meal' for my magnificent beast knowing
by conjoining with him I created a greater purpose for both. I no longer
thought of myself as 'me.' I began to have the ultimate freedom of
thinking of myself as my beautifully ugly, battle scarred, beast. I was
almost fully devoured.

There wasn't even a good meal left for my beloved Master. Only
bits and pieces for him to savor and snack on. He was full with me and
mellow to the point of a sated glutton.

I could look at him while we were riding and know what he was
thinking; whether good, comfortable thoughts or the darkness of
facing his own mortality. None of us think about it much until it looks
us in the eye.

I would nod my head slightly, Red would signal Boots and Sonny to go
on and meet us at the next town on the same highway, we'd pull under
a grove of trees away from being observed and I would suck him off on
his bike. Those were the best of times.

After we got back on our bikes, I would ride for miles with the lingering
taste of his come in my mouth. With every deep breath of fresh air
pouring into my lungs I could smell his fresh masculine smell on my
mustache. He had his own fragrance that was pungent but totally
satisfying to me.

He tasted like a beast in love. It was no longer his smell, his taste; I
was consumed by him.  He finished his meal plus the left overs; it was
our smell, our taste. His seed lay warm within the belly of his beloved
slave that lay within the belly of his Master's sated heart.

Red came to love Sonny like his son and was damn well going to see
to it he trained his boy to become the good slave he wanted to be.
Red's legacy was to leave Sonny in the hands of a good Master who
would take care of him the way he needed to be cared for.

That man, was Boots. He was working with Boots every day. There
was no room for doubt in my Master's mind the man who loved Sonny
most in the world should know the joy, pleasure, and benefits of taking
his son for his slave.

He and Boots shared periods of time Sonny and I knew better than to
disturb them. They'd have their heads together talking intimately and
sincerely about things. There would be an aura surrounding them
which would leave Sonny and I in awe. 

It was as if Red was pouring his essence into Boots and Boots couldn't
drink from him fast enough. Red was slowly building up Boots sense of
self worth to make him understand to claim Red's adopted son/slave
as his slave was mutually best for all. For Sonny, for Boots, but
especially for Sonny's Master/father.

I didn't realize it until later but Red actually told Boots he would take
his son away from him. He let Boots stew with that idea for a few
minutes. Then it came to Boots.

'Yes! That's what Red has to do. Sonny has to become Red's slave,
then Red will give him back to me as a well trained slave and not as
my son, my little boy.'

Boots rarely cried. He did that evening in Red's arms. He cried from
the joy of this big man's understanding.  He also cried from relief. Red 
showed Boots a way he could work it out in his own mind to take
Sonny for his slave.

Then Red put it to Sonny, having fully discussed it with Boots and with
his total approval, Sonny must give up his allegiance to his dad to
become Red's total slave. He wouldn't allow Sonny to discuss it with
his dad. 

Sonny had to make a decision on his own at that moment; he may tell
his dad later of his decision and he must tell him.  Red would not allow
it to be kept a secret or that would mean he was ashamed to be known
as Red's other slave.

"Do you trust me, Boy?"

"Of course I do, Sir, you know I do, Master Red."

"I have discussed it with my slave and you will become my second
slave. He would never question me but I know where my salve's heart
is. His heart is with me in this decision. He neither has a choice nor
would he want one.

He's a good and well trained slave in whom I am well pleased. I
couldn't do this nor would I unless my slave was a full part
of me. Cowboy is no longer just my slave he has become me. To use
his words, 'I have consumed him.'

It is my decision to have you as my other slave and as a second
extension of me.  My first slave will open his arms and heart to you as
his brother slave." 

Sonny started crying at his Master's feet. He wanted nothing more
than to become Master Red's second slave. He'd never dared dream of
the possibility, but could he abandon his dad? How would that make
his dad feel? Master/slave bull shit aside would it break his heart?
Sonny's greatest mistake was not trusting Master Red. He knew he
could trust him but...?

"Oh, Master Red, I'm so overcome with joy and gladness you would
find me worthy to make me your other slave."

"Not another word, slave. Have you learned nothing from your Master?
Haven't you learned he loves you, respects you, and trusts you? He
trusts you to do the right thing. You will do the right thing, slave."

"Those lessons, Sir, they're engraved upon my soul."

"You were severely punished once for questioning your Master. Have
you forgotten that lesson, slave?"

"Absolutely not, Master Red. I have not nor will I ever question you
again, Sir."

(He's pressing and I'm hemming and hawing,' thought Sonny to himself.
'He is the best of Masters. He knows what this slave is doing. He's no
dummy. Once before I missed what he was trying to tell me. Stop
being afraid and listen; not only listen but hear what your Master is
telling you. He said he trusted me; I would do the right thing.  Oh, God,
I want to be his slave.)

"Then it's time for a decision. I will have complete control over you.
That means your complete trust. You will answer only to me. Any
request for consideration will be laid before me. I will have your heart
and soul; nothing less.

I will systematically consume you as I have my other slave until you
become my left hand. Cowboy will always be my right hand, the
closest to my heart. You will be conjoined within me to work in unison
as an extension of me to please me, pleasure me and see to my
needs."

Sonny was quiet for a minute. He didn't dare look into his Master's
face for a clue. He knew his decision must come from his soul. He
wanted so desperately to cross the threshold and no longer be his
Master's toy in training. In a way it would be his doorway to freedom
as his brother had so many times described to him.

The offer to be consumed by this man, this ugly beast of a Master, was 
too great a thought, too great a temptation, yet how could he leave his
dad behind.

"One last time I will ask you, slave, before I ask your decision.
Do?...you?...trust?...your Master?"

(Oh, God, you idiot. He just laid it on a silver platter. He wants me to
trust him. He wouldn't ask this of me if he wasn't sure it was the best
thing for me and my dad. He's a Master who has to control and is
certainly most worthy of control over me. You have never been sorry
for allowing Master Red to control you. For God's sake, allow him to
control you this moment for the sake of your soul.)

"I trust you completely in all things,  Master." Sonny said in a soft but
resolute voice.

"I will have your decision, slave." Sonny didn't hesitate with his final
decision.

"It is with all trust, my beloved Master; all joy and humility I tell you
it would be the single greatest honor of my life to become your second
slave and be consumed by you. I am overwhelmed by your offer to
become your second slave. I feel unworthy, Sir."

"Pay homage to your new Master's boots, slave, and know your Master
has found you worthy; worthy enough to make you his second slave.
Never say those words to your Master again." 

Sonny was crying licking and cleaning his Master's boots. He had to
keep licking his tears from his big boots but it only made for a sweeter
taste. He was now licking his real Master's boots and not a Master
that was training him. He found his Master's rough, magnificent hand
waiting for him. The kiss of his Master's hand would seal the troth he
gave to become his slave. He kissed it with love and reverence
then gently placed it to his forehead.

"Come to your Master's arms, worthiest of slaves, and give your
Master your heart."

Sonny couldn't contain himself a moment longer and jumped into
Red's arms to kiss and cry and kiss him some more. Then Red held him
tighter than ever before and didn't let him go until Sonny's body
stopped it's spasms. To seal the truth of his need to become Red's
slave, he came in his Master's arms.

His Master continued to hold him and pour his love into his new slave.
He told him of his love for his new son, his slave. He told him his first
order was for him not to stop loving his dad, nor to stop serving him. 

He would simply be serving him as an extension of his Master and his
dad would understand. He explained Sonny must be bonded to his
Master to complete the rest of his training.  As soon as we completed
our trip, his slave would enter formal training in Los Angeles and be
recognized by our family as Red's second slave.

Red was convinced Boots should, could and would become the Master
Sonny needed. While he loved and respected Boots, he was doing it for
Sonny. Why? Because he promised a confused, worried, worthy, young
man, who wanted nothing more out of life than to love and serve his
dad as his slave, he would make it so.

By making Sonny his second slave Red, in effect, took him away from
his dad. Now each would have a chance to grow separately, then
reunite when the Master determined it was best for both.

I was never jealous of Red's love for Boots or Sonny. He loved me
altogether differently than he loved them. Besides, it left me free to
love them all the more. Boots became my big brother and Sonny
became my little brother and slave brother.

Boots never failed to stun me when I saw him naked. He was neither
shy nor found it unnerving to have me look at him nude. In fact, like my
old man, he flaunted himself in front of me. He knew he struck a cord
in me he loved to strum. 

It helped him become a Master and he began to enjoy taking from me
what I brought to him; almost exactly like my old man. Damn, he was a
good looking man but even without his clothes, he looked like a biker;
a very hot biker, I might add.

The icing on the cake? Boots fucked me almost the same as my dad.
Like my old man, when Boots fucked me, I stayed fucked for a while.
Also like my old man, Boots couldn't seem to get enough of my cowboy
butt. I felt the same about Boots. I fell the same about my old man. My
dream was to get them both in a bed for one evening. Damn! Makes
`me' old dick hard just thinking about it.

Since we let Red be in charge, he decided who bunked it in with whom
and when. Red didn't overdo his relationship with Sonny or Boots. Even
after he made Sonny his slave. I got the lion's share of my Master and
he was considerate to look for signs of discontent. I assured him he
was doing a great job of being our Master.

Loving two men I respected and admired was something few get to
experience. Red gave me everything I could want and I would've been
happy to be exclusive with him; however, I learned Boots gave me
things I couldn't get from Red and I came to love and appreciate that
about Boots.  Likewise, Boots got certain things from me he couldn't
get from Sonny.

Red assured me,  my communication with Boots was as much
a part of his plan as punishing Sonny or making him his slave. What
Boots got from me was the knowledge of how it could feel to have his
son for his slave.

Boots and I never fooled ourselves either of us would give up the
treasures we had in Red or Sonny; however,  we drank deeply from
each other and  flowed freely back and forth. We spoke many times of
the joy we experienced being with each other.

We weren't afraid to use the "L" word with each other either. I fell
deeply in love with Boots and he did with me, too. To this day I can
truthfully say I'm still deeply in love with Boots and have no doubt of
his love for me. Over the years he has proved it over and over
to me.

We knew no matter where our lives took us after this journey we would
never be far from each other the rest of our days. He and Sonny were
closer to me than brothers. They each had a chunk of my soul and I
carried in my heart a chunk of theirs.

I loved and  enjoyed serving Boots.  My Master told me I was a major
influence on him. I insisted he use me as a slave and take from
me what he needed as was his due as my Master. He wanted to please
me but he knew to accomplish that he had to assume control and
become my Master.

It didn't take him long to get the hang of it and found the reward for
him was greater than anything he'd experienced. I would have no
problem serving Boots for the rest of our days.

Boots began to open to Red more and more. He wanted to know what
he must do to become a Master; not just Sonny's Master but a Master
to any man. Red took Boots by the hand and pulled no punches. He laid
it out for Boots exactly what and how he must begin to think of
himself.

He must believe he let his son go to become the slave of another man,
a Master. If he was to be, hypothetically, willed one of Red's slaves, he
must accept him as his slave and not his former son. He must begin to
think of his son as transformed.

Like a family would have to begin to think of a beloved daughter who
entered a convent. She would always be their child but her vows would
take her away from them. She could never be able toreturn to them as
their daughter.  Once she said her vows and was accepted into the
order she, in effect, became the bride of Christ.

Could he understand where Red was coming from? Boots had no
problem with the idea and assured him he understood the concept just
as soon as he got through rolling on the floor from Red's analogy. 

Boots allowed Red all the more control over Sonny but he could see
the subtle ways his boy reacted to his dad. He no longer called him
dad. Boots was now, Master Boots. He was more comfortable with
Boots and Boots gained more and more self assurance with Sonny. He
no longer called him son. Most times in private he didn't even
call him Sonny, he simply called him 'slave.'

The more I observed my Master working with them, the more
impressed and awed with him I became. I could've never done what I
was observing right before my eyes. My magnificent beast was so
much more than I might have imagined behind his mean, big, ugly man
demeanor.

Unwittingly, I picked a Master among Masters. I was told that early on
by several men and thought of their comments as casual toss offs;
however, they were trying to tell me what they knew. My Master was,
indeed, a Master to be reckoned with. If I wanted to become a slave,
there was no better Master than my Magnificent Beast for the job. He
certainly accomplished his goal with me and I left no doubt he was
going to be successful with Sonny.

It was a sobbing Boots who spoke to his trainning Master,

"Master Red, Sir, please,---- keep my son as your slave forever and I'll
continue to see him, love him,  you and your other slave; to be a part of
your greater family.  Master, I can't bear the thought of having one of
your slaves willed to me."

Boots was devastated at the thought of losing Master Red.  Red took
him in his arms to comfort him. I knew why. Sonny heard none of the
conversation and couldn't understand why Master Boots, his dad,  was
in tears. I told Sonny, in his teaching Master Red has that effect on
folks sometimes. He agreed, he understood.

Red and the experience with Boots and Sonny taught me no matter
how many people you love, each love with be different but each will be
as valid as the other. Each will bring something new and wonderful
you've never experienced before.

It only makes you grow more,  so when the Old Man decides
to reap his harvest, you have as much love as possible to return to
him.

Folks who get trapped in a 'grief rut' sometimes believe they'll
never find another love to replace the one they lost.  That's only
partially true. No, you won't find another love to replace it. It would
have to be the same love to do that and that's not possible; however,
you can find another love and it will be every bit as important and
valid. You only have to ask.

I expressed my love to Sonny many times and offered my sympathy
concerning his mistake and ultimate punishment. He told me not to
feel sorry for him. He realized he deserved and needed the punishment.
He was totally wrong and never should've been so stupid to question
his Master.  He only loved our Master more for having the patience to
correct him.

He assured me he would never again question an order from either
Master. He was not sorry for his punishment. He learned a great
lesson. If he wanted to make the step to becoming a slave he had to
pay Master Red's price or he'd never cross that threshold.

Sonny was at peace with his resolve. He wouldn't be Master Red's
slave today if he hadn't begged him for punishment. He was
glad he did.

You couldn't help love Sonny. If he loved you he'd fall all over himself
trying to do for you. Boots raised him to not have a mean bone in his
body. That didn't mean Sonny was a light weight. Far from it.  He had
the heart of a tiger.

A couple of times on our trip, with a nod from his Master, he got in
front of his Master to convince some biker he didn't want to fuck with
us. Sonny could look pretty damn intimidating when he was in
'protect- my-family' mode.

I have to say Sonny had balls, and not just between his legs. Red was
proud of Sonny. He'd quickly glance at his Master and if he got the 'go-
for-it' nod he was meaner than a sack of bob cats. Together, Sonny and
I made a pretty formidable pair. Other than my Master, the person I'd
most want covering my back was my slave brother, Sonny.

We did get into one altercation with six bikers who decided they were
going to help themselves to what we had. We offered to share but they
were having none of it. They wanted everything including Red's
leathers and boots.

(Can you imagine the trauma that caused Sonny and I? We laughed
about it for years afterwards)
Red knew what Sonny and I were capable of and when we offered to
take care of the six of them, he gave us his 'go-ahead.'  Boots wasn't
quite so sure. Red calmed him and told him to relax, sit down
and enjoy what he was about to witness. I turned to Red and Boots
and spoke loud enough so the scoot trash could hear.

"Masters, please don't be concerned. Don't soil yourselves with this
trash. Your slaves with take care of these homos for you PDQ!" Sonny
looked at me, smiled, nodded and we went to work. Red and Boots
were ready to jump in if they saw the other bikers were getting the
best of us.

It was no problem. Sonny had my back and I had his. I was more
trained and quicker than Sonny but he was no slouch. I kept hearing
Red tell Boots, 

"Now watch this.  The kid's quick. Motherfucker didn't see it coming.
Damn, I'm proud of that boy. Didn't I tell you he was lethal. Son of a
bitch, did you see that punch my other slave made,---look at that.
Decked the son of a bitch. Ooofff, you KNOW that had to hurt!

I took out my three and started on one of Sonny's, he was on his
second when the sons of bitches turned and ran. I asked Sonny if he
wanted to get 'em. I glanced back and our Master and he nodded.
That's all we needed. I looked at my brother and he had fire in his
eyes.

"Hell, yes, Brother, let's get 'em!"  We ran towards their bikes but they
all ready had they engines going, slammed them into gear and took off.
They left Sonny and I in the parking lot yelling obscenities at them. We
yelled about their questionable diet of fecal matter, their
undocumented births, and the name they affix a child born without a
father. Oh, yes, and also compared their mothers with a female dog. 

Then Sonny and I hugged each other, laughed our ass's off as we
walked, arms around each other, back to our Masters. They
were smiling ear to ear and beaming with pride.

"Cowboy, Sonny, while they're out run over there and check their
saddlebags for weapons. If they're locked, pop 'em with this." He
handed me a small tire iron. We found two forty-five caliber, loaded,
hand guns which we relieved them of.

"When the others came to, Sonny and I started towards them. They
raised their hands in defeat; no more. We didn't say anything but let
them go. I'm glad Sonny and I belong to a wise Master; to have Sonny
and me go through their saddle bags. They saw the locks popped and
cursed. They both checked and found their guns missing. They were
cursing like crazy, looking at us and shaking their fist. We gave them
the finger.

They didn't dare come after us; wouldn't be too bright to go after a
man who was holding your loaded gun. Red would have used them,
too, Sonny and I had no doubt. We left shortly after and laid down
several hundred miles of rubber. Red was concerned they might be a
part of a larger gang and might come after us.

We never saw them again. We kept the guns. Red knew where to hide
them so the cops couldn't find them if we were stopped. Red told me I
had a good idea to stop at an upscale motel for the night. They
wouldn't guess we had the bucks to stay there. We found a nice place
that again had individual cabins. We got two cabins way in the back. It
was nice, private and comfortable. We stayed four nights and relaxed.

* * * * * * * * * * *

When we left Cheyenne we traveled down to Yellowstone and sort of
zig-zagged our way across the states until we got to the great lakes.
We stopped at historical spots none of us had ever heard of. It was a
greater geography lesson for Sonny and I than we could've ever gotten
from a book. Years later in conversation something would come up
about U.S. geography or capitals and Sonny or I knew it immediately.

On whims Red would have us stop by the damnedest places for fun. I
don't know how many two headed calves, two headed chickens, two
headed ducks, two headed snakes, we saw. We had a rule. Every time
we saw a place that advertized "see 'baby rattlers' fifty cents" we
would stop. 

Ninety-nine percent of the time it would be a wooden box covered in
hardware cloth and inside would be plastic baby rattlers. Not
rattlesnakes! Once in a great while, we got the shock of our lives when
they actually did have baby rattle snakes.

* * * * * * * * * * *

We wanted to cover as much of the northern states as we could before
the end of summer and things began to get wet and cold. It's no fun
being out on a bike in the freezing rain. We had massive leathers with
us but no matter how much you wore you'd still get chilled to the bone. 

We planned it just right to be in New England in late autumn. The
beauty was breath taking. The four of us felt as if we were riding
through God's cathedral. The colors were indescribable. The scenery
was picture postcard perfect. It had to be one of the high points of our
journey.

We toured the Great Lakes area and then Boston, New York, New
England, Cape Cod, Maine. Came back down the Eastern seaboard to
Washington D.C. and visited all the monuments. We were joined by
Master Ben and Tim in D.C. Master Ben had to be in Washington for
some conference and Tim was touring with him as personal secretary
and advisor.

We had a wonderful time with them and Red and I were impressed at
how fluently Tim spoke the language. He and Master Ben spoke to
each other mostly in Arabic.

Ben told us Tim was correcting his Arabic most of the time. Ben's so
proud of Tim and loves him dearly. He depends on Tim's advice and
education dealing with the Washington bureaucrats. Tim has proved
extremely valuable in his service to his Master.

Few in Washington ever knew he wasn't Arab born let alone a brother
and slave to the Prince. Tim spent a great deal of time with Ben's
father the Sultan and Dr. Keshan would then travel with Ben. Ben loved
them both but it was obvious who Ben and his father preferred.

Tim was so much in love with Ben and Ben thought Tim set the stars in
the sky. Tim was not a show off but was dedicated to being there and
pleasing his Master. Ben did nothing for himself. Tim was there for his
every whim. It was not Ben's idea. Tim had it in him to serve and
please his handsome Master.

When Ben and I were alone, I got him to admit he loved Tim's attention
and trained Tim personally to satisfy him sexually the way he wanted
and needed. He told me it was going to be hard for him to pleasure one
of his wives he was expected to start gathering before much longer. 

He could keep his consorts/slaves but he must take a wife this next
year. He was afraid of how Tim might feel especially when he started
having children.

I told Ben, Tim was a slave and his property but he was also his
brother. As long as he felt he was still owned and appreciated there
would be no problem. There never was a problem. Ben's children
ultimately became Tim's younger brothers and sisters.

Tim studied Middle Eastern custom's and accepted the fact his Master
would have a harem. It was expected; however, Tim knew with whom
his Master's heart resided. Ben ultimately took a modest fifteen wives; 
and of those fifteen he only had six children; four boys and two girls.

Until the death of his father, when Ben became Sultan, Ben's father
swapped with Ben, either Keshan or Tim. He loved Keshan and was
extremely proud of him but Tim was the only male slave the old man
would use or allow to service him. He loved Tim as much as his son.

After Tim graduated from college he spent much more time with the
Sultan than Master Ben but he cherished the times he and Ben could
get away together. Their love for each other was strong. When Tim
grew a full beard and mustache, and would wear the full Arabian
traditional costume, you couldn't tell him from another Arab.  Tim
spoke the language so fluently, with no accent, he fooled many in the
Sultan's circle of friends. They couldn't tell he was born and raised in
the U.S.

We left them on a warm October afternoon and headed down to the
still fairly warmer climes of the southern states. There was something
about the Three Red Gunns that jelled during that visit to Washington.
We became a unit. The Sledge sisters couldn't have put it better, "We
were family, my Master, my brothers and me!" Red's three Gunns.

We often stopped in the afternoon so I could perform my duty as a
good slave and pleasure my Master. Red developed a signal with Boots
and Sonny to go on ahead and wait for us at the first town they came
to on the same highway. We usually found them at the first bar having
a beer.

Well,--- Boots would be drinking beer. Sonny loved those times because
he knew after we joined them Master Red would treat him to a bottle
of 'Red Beer' as Sonny named the brew.

Early one afternoon we were cruising through a stretch of road in
South Carolina. I looked over at Red and saw him glance slightly down
to his leathered crotch. I smiled knowingly and nodded as I licked my
lips.  He broke up laughing, signaled Boots and Sonny to go on ahead
and I followed him off the road into a small roadside park. 

There was a tall stand of bamboo towards the back, well away from
the road and park. The park was deserted as we rode our bikes
through and down behind the stand of bamboo. We parked our bikes so
we couldn't be seen from the road or the park. Red and I felt secure 
we were away from anyone observing us.

Red was still on his bike, I approached him, fell to my knees and
proceeded to clean one of his boots. I finished and when he'd approved
of my job, I moved around to the other side, knelt and cleaned the
other boot. Red held his hand down for me. I took it and kissed it
lovingly, placed it to my forehead and heard Red's voice.

"Come slave, show your Master how much you love him."

I kissed my old man until I thought I was going to come in my leather
pants.

"Please, Master, may I make love to your cod piece and if I do a good
job cleaning perhaps you'll honor me with a taste of your cock, Sir. I
promise to pleasure you, Sir, the best this slave can."

Red gave his permission and I was on his cod piece in a second,
licking, cleaning, tasting the leather, his flavor, his male odors, then he
gave me permission to remove it. I took my teeth, unsnapped it and
pulled it off. Red stuffed it in his back pocket. 

I made the required love to his big dick, telling him how badly I wanted
and needed to taste it; how good it would feel down my throat; begging
my Master to allow me the honor of pleasuring him.

Red was usually so turned on by that point, I didn't have to do a hell of
a lot of begging. I'd gotten to where I loved to beg the big man for a
taste of his cock. I could even make tears run down my face to
convince him how badly I was hurting. He would go along with my shit
with a half grin on his face. Most times he'd just growl at me,

"Shut up, slave, and suck my dick!"

I always liked to suck Red's dick on the road, because his crotch
would be hot and sweaty and his dick would taste of him, leather and
the odors of the bike all mixed together.

I sucked on him for a while, more for my pleasure than his.  I knew all I
had to do was pull his foreskin back all the way, take a couple hits on
his dick and he would erupt like Vesuvius. I'd always catch him in my
mouth and hold it there to taste the fullness of him.

I'd stick out my tongue to show him how much spunk he deposited in
my mouth, then I'd slowly swallow it a bit at a time making satisfying
sounds of someone really enjoying a good meal. He took great delight
in my shenanigans. He would laugh but underneath I could sense a
great deal of love and pride in his slave to provide so willingly for his
needs.

As I swallowed the last bit of my Master's come, out of nowhere, came
two South Carolina highway patrol motor officers. Red still had his
dick out on the gas tank of his Harley and I jumped up off my knees as
they swaggered up.

They asked for our drivers license. Red surprised me, he didn't rush
nor bother to get his cod piece out and put it on. He just let his dick
and balls lay out on the gas tank of his bike and reached for his wallet.

The cops were two fine looking motor officers. Both sported big full,
black mustaches and wore the typical reflecting sun glasses which
made them look intimidating.

One was bit younger than the other and fascinated with Red's cock
laying on the gas tank. Even with his sun glasses it was obvious he
couldn't take his eyes off Red's big dick.

I noticed both had wet spots at their crotch and the younger one
developed a bead of sweat above his mustache.

"You men stop for a little afternoon delight?" The older, better looking
one asked in an flat off handed manner.

"Yes, Officer," replied Red, still not bothering to put his dick away, "my
boy here, motioned to me a ways back he was hungry for his afternoon
treat from his Master. I let him have his afternoon treat about this time
every afternoon. We pulled way back here behind this bamboo break
so we wouldn't be seen. What's the problem, Officer? We don't seem to
be bothering anyone back here but you two gentlemen?"

"No, Sir, but we have sodomy laws here in South Carolina. What you
were doing could be thought of as lewd and lascivious conduct."

"Excuse me, Son," Red interrupted, "how is it `lewd' and `lascivious' if
no one see us?  We're consenting adults. My slave needed my come
and I honored him with it. Besides, when my boy gets my old dick way
back down his throat and starts fucking his face real good with it;
well, the way he makes my ole dick feel is wonderful.

Hell, he can take it almost all the way to my pubs;--he's a damn good
slave and a fine cocksucker; I look down and see his eyes begging me
for it, then he fucks his tight little throat just a little harder like he
knows I like it and I give him his treat.  Nothing `lewd' nor `lascivious'
about it.

I never heard Red talk to anyone in that manner before but I knew Red
too well by this point. He was up to something and I watched for any
cue he might give me.

"From the wet spot in you men's pants I'd say what we were doing
wasn't too lewd or lascivious for you. You boys enjoy watching my
slave serve his Master? How long you been watching us anyway?"

"You didn't hear us 'cause we pulled into the park right after you.
We've been following you and your buddies for several miles. We saw
everything, from your boy licking and cleaning your boots, all the way
to him showing you your come in his mouth."

Well, if'n you got fucking sodomy laws, Officer, I guess you caught us.
Damn, Cowboy," Red turned to me and winked, "I guess we're gonna'
get thrown in jail for crimes against nature.  You didn't answer my
other question, Son.  So, tell me, did you and your partner enjoy
watching my boy pleasure me? You must have if you didn't come
forward right away and stop us."

The older one didn't comment as he took our license aside to confer
with the younger cop. The two men were looking at our license and
moved away to talk to each other quietly. They kept looking at me and
Booger and talking some more. Finally, they came back and returned
our licenses.

"Yes, Sir, Mr. Grainger, the part about 'lewd' and 'lascivious' was bull
shit. Did we enjoy it? It was like looking at a live porno movie. To say
it was stimulating wouldn't describe it. Impressed the shit out of us.
Did you enjoy watching them, Rayph?" The older one grinned at his
partner.

"Scale of one to ten, I'd have to give it a ten plus, Brant."

"Well, there you go, Mr. Grainger, and I give it the same.  So, does that
answer your question, Sir?  We just wanted to meet you and your slave
and let you know how much we enjoyed it. We checked your license
'cause my partner, here, swears he recognizes your slave. Young
man," the older officer addressed me, "by any chance would you be the
Billy Gunn Jr., champion roper?"

Red couldn't believe what he was hearing, smiled and rolled his
eyes. He had an expression on his face that said, 'Oh Geez, here we go
again.'

"That'ud be me, Sir?"

"Same Billy Gunn Jr. who saved the life of that Arab prince in Vegas?"

"Guilty again, Officer." I shrugged my shoulders.

"Son of a bitch, I told you, Brant." the younger one said to the older
one not taking his eyes off Red's dick. He was fascinated with Red's
cock. Red still didn't make any attempt to put his dick away or hide it
from the two men.

On the contrary, he put his hand under it and bounced it a few times
in his hand. I thought the young cop was going to wet his pants. It
dawned on me, my Master knew exactly what he was doing and
judging from the smile he flashed me, it was working, too.  Red could
be wickedly funny when he wanted to be.  He saw the humor in the
situation and was going to have some fun.

"Mr. Gunn, my cousin here," the big one motioned toward his partner,
"Rayph and I saw you and your dad rope several times and we were in
Fort Worth when you and he won the championship several years ago.
We couldn't believe the beauty and split second reactions of you and
your dad. We started roping that week when we got home and we've
been roping ever since. We've won a lot of local rodeos but we need to
get better.

We'd like to try our luck on the circuit but we need help. There's no
one in our state who's a top notch roper who could tell us what we're
doing wrong and how we might improve. Would you, your Master and
your two buddies consider following us to our ranch and be our guest
for a couple of days.

We'd appreciate it if you would help us, maybe give us some tips,
Sir.  It's Friday afternoon and we'd like to invite the four of you for the
weekend or longer if you can stay."

"I'd be happy to Mr...?"

"Vaughn-Williams, Mr. Gunn, Brant Vaughn-Williams" The big man
walked over to me and shook my hand.

"This here's my cousin, Rayph Vaughn-Williams." The young man shook
my hand.

"Well, Officer Vaughn-Williams and Officer Vaughn-Williams---"

"No, no, Mr. Gunn,---call us Brant and Rayph."  Brant looked at his
watch,  "We're off duty anyway. We followed you and Mr. Grainger
'cause we figured you might be,... well, we hoped you were,.... we'll
you know. Then we heard you call Mr. Grainger 'Master' and we knew
for sure. I'm Rayph's Master and we thought maybe,---but, to find out
you're Billy Gunn, the cowboy,---Wow!"

"Call me, Cowboy, Brant, Rayph,---and this is my Master, Master Red
Grainger."

"Gentlemen,---" Red nodded in acknowledgement, "you may call me
'Master Red.'"

"Yes, Sir, Master Red." replied Brant.

"I wouldn't mind watching you men and giving you some help but my
Master makes all decisions and you'll have to ask him, Sir."

"Of course, that was thoughtless of me. I forgot my manners in all the
excitement. I apologize, Master Red.  Sir, we'd be honored if you and
your slave, Cowboy, and your two companions would be our guest for
the weekend at our ranch."

Red looked at me and didn't say anything. He just kept bouncing his
cock in his hand but looked the young kid right in the eye. The kid got
nervous, shuffled his boots in the dust, then blushed. Red caught him
looking at his big dick and it didn't take a lot to read the kid's mind.

I could read Red's mind at that moment. I knew exactly what he was
going to do. He wrapped his hand around his cock, and began stroking
it slowly, pulling the foreskin almost all the way back from the head
each time so Rayph could get a good look at the big head on my
Master's cock. I was laughing inside, Red was so damn full of himself
and cocksure that both men were right where he wanted them.

"Well, Officer Vaughn-Williams,...Brant,....Rayph,  I'm horny again
after having two good looking patrol cops watch my slave suck me off.
I'd be happy to consider your request; however, from all the
excitement of having an audience watch me'n my slave, I'm horny
again. 

I'm afraid I'm gonna' have to have my dick sucked again before I can
make an important decision like that. My boy's had his afternoon
allotment of Master come, and I'm very strict with his treats, sooo--"
Red looked directly at Rayph, who's spot in his pants enlarged from
the size of a quarter to a little bigger than a silver dollar.

I couldn't believe it, the cop pissed his pants when my Master looked
at him. The older cop didn't hesitate. He snapped his fingers at his
cousin.

"Rayph!" he barked a command to his slave, "Master Red's boots! Get
on 'em! Now!! You call him 'Master Red.' He'll tell you what he needs."
The kid handed me his helmet, tried to smile and was on his knees by
Red's Harley, licking and cleaning Red's boots. Red let him clean the
first one real good.  My Master let him get a good taste of his big,
heavy, biker boots.

"That's satisfactory, Son. Get on the other one now, Boy." The young
cop moved around to the other side and got busy on the other boot.
Brant moved over toward me and spoke over his shoulder to his
cousin.

"You clean Master Red's boots good, slave. If he's not pleased and
satisfied I'll shred your fucking ass with my whip tonight."  The kid
redoubled his efforts. Red winked at me and nodded to me behind
Brant's back that it was okay if I wanted to ask Brant if I could suck
his dick. I gave him the thumbs up sign I understood.

"I'll stand here with you and watch, Cowboy." I could see the big man's
dick getting hard watching his slave service Red.

"Master Brant, my Master gave me permission to offer myself to you.
May I suck you off, Sir, while you watch your slave pleasure my
Master."

Sure, Son, sounds good to me. Since we're off duty,---why not?" He
whipped out his good size cock.  He had a fine mature set of low
hanging balls attached. I fell to my knees and started cleaning his
boots. I was surprised he let me clean each one for sometime.

His big, tall motor officer boots were a real workout for my tongue. I
had a lot of practice on Red's tall biker boots. Finally he told me he
was satisfied, to start on his balls. I began to lick and clean his set of
low hanging balls. They tasted of man sweat and a little piss that
landed on his balls when he shook his big cock after taking a piss.
They were a treat and I cleaned them good.

He told me I'd done a good job and I could start on his beautiful
uncircumcised cock. He gently put his hand on my shoulder and turned
me around to look at his slave. Red was laying back with his legs up
over the handlebars of his bike and he just gave the kid permission to
remove his ass covering. We heard the snaps pop as Rayph pulled the
cover away in his teeth. We watched as he dropped it in Master Red's
waiting hand.

I looked up at Brant to see him looking down at me smiling proudly.
The kid looked up to see us watching.  Brant nodded to him to get
busy, take care of the big man. Rayph, began to make the required
love to Red's ass with a passion, like it was his favorite dessert and he
hadn't had in ten years. Officer Brant Williams was satisfied his boy
was taking good care of my Master.

"Your Master feed you his hole regularly, Son?" Master Brant asked
watching Rayph intently.

"Yes, Sir, Officer Brant, but not nearly as much as I want. Hell, I want
it twice a day and three times on Sunday, Sir." he laughed at my aside,
"My Master may not be the prettiest man but God put his beauty
between his legs and in that sweet, tasty butt hole of his."

"Shit, Son, who the hell cares what he looks like.  He looks like a hot
fuck'n man to me. With that cock, his big body covered in all that
leather, those big, tall boots, all them fucking tattoos, your Master's a
fucking animal.  I understand completely where you're coming from, he
turns me on, too; big time.

Hell, you won't get no argument from me, Son;  I fully agree with you,
two times a day and three times on Sunday just ain't nearly enough for
a slave with a Master like him.  You certainly should be proud you're a
rodeo champion, Cowboy, but having a Master like him to serve,  well,
all I can say, Son, is you're one fucking, lucky, little slave to have a
beast like him for a Master.

I'm my cousin's Master, and he'll tell you I'm a pretty good one.  I'm
strict with him, don't allow no back talk, and make him dine on my ass
before we go on patrol every morning so's he can have the smell of my
ass on his 'stache all day while riding his bike. He cleans me good
after he takes my clothes off when we get home from work. Then, if
he's been really good, I treat him with some more before bedtime.
Gives him sweet dreams to dream about sucking his Cop Master's
hole.

Now, this may surprise you but I'd give that Master of your's one of my
nuts on a silver tray to have a taste of that big , ugly, animal butt hole
of his.  That's been a fantasy of mine since I was a kid; eating out a
big, ugly, mature outlaw biker like your beast. Think he'd honor me
with a taste, Son?"

"He just might, Master Brant, he loves to get his hole eaten out. You
want me to set it up for you, Sir?"

"Yeah, I'd appreciate it, Son. No rush, when he gets enough of Rayph
and if he'd allow me the honor, I'd like to make sure my slave got him
really clean. A man like him deserves to have his ass kept clean. You
can get between my legs and suck me off while I'm getting me some
animal butt.

I laughed to myself.  'Damn, Red!' I thought, 'I can't take him
anywhere.'  

It never ceased to amaze me the number of men who found Red their
fantasy wet dream come true. I don't ever want him telling me how
ugly he is, ever again.  I don't wanna' hear it.  True, he may not be
everyone's cup of tea but when a man who knows what a Master is all
about meets him, they're lost.  They want to worship at his feet.

How did he go so long without taking a slave before now?  I decided
the only answer had to be a dichotomy of the first order, his ugliness
became his beauty.  In some men's eyes, mine included, Red's ugliness
was his biggest draw.

Many men had no wish to go with a good looking biker stud.  They
wanted the raw, unadulterated, animal power he exerted over some
men. He knew it, too, and played it to the hilt. He was reveling in
having a cop kiss and suck on his asshole."

I excused myself, went over to Red and whispered in his ear. I couldn't
stop grinning as I told my Master what Officer Brant requested. My
Master smiled knowingly. He handed me the patch to his leather pants
and told me to snap it back.

He told me to tell Brant he had to show the same need and respect
Brant's slave did. After he cleans the cover, makes love to it, he must
beg my Master and convince him how much he needs to taste his hole;
not why he wants it but why he needs it.

"I want to know why he needs to eat my ass out." When my Master's
satisfied he'd give him permission to remove the leather patch, but it
may only be removed with his mouth.  The same drill you or any slave
has to go through, Son. That's the only way he can have it." My Master
growled at me in his wonderful voice. I returned to Master Brant and
told him exactly what my Master said.

"Fuck, is that all? Move aside, Cowboy, I'm about to make love to and
suck me some animal butt. I want you down there on my old dick
sucking like a Hoover.

"Yes, Sir, Officer Brant."

My Master had a big smile on his face as Brant kneeled between Red's
legs and started licking and cleaning the cover to Red's ass. Red
propped each of his big biker boots on the handle bars so he could give
Brant an even better angle to clean his butt hole.

Red must have been enjoying it, he was moving his ass around and
Rayph was having a tough time keeping Red's dick down his throat. He
made Brant clean and suck on the covering to his ass for a good while. 

I knew what Red was doing. He did it to me hundreds of times. He was
working Brant's frustrations up to a point, when Red finally allowed
him to chow down, he'd dive in like it was a chocolate, hot fudge
sundae made with rocky road ice cream.

It's frustrating knowing you're hungry for something sexual only your
Master can give you, and what you're hungry for is only four snaps and
a thin piece of leather away. He knows your need it; he knows how bad
you need it; he knows and can even feel you hurt'n for it; but, he's
gonna' make damn sure you appreciate it when he allows you to have
it.

Your mind plays tricks on you and your nose and mouth don't help. You
can smell him, you can taste him, you can feel your prize with your
tongue underneath a thin strip of leather,---- yet, the son of a bitch
makes you wait.

He'll make you wait until, you're crazy with lust to get to it. Your
mouth begins to water, producing a volume of saliva.  Your insides feel
like they're turning to Jello, and still the son of a bitch makes you wait,
until he's damn well ready to honor you with it; until he thinks you're
ripe enough, ready enough and frustrated enough to eat him like a
Danish; to clean him, to make love to his butt hole the way he needs.
There in lies your frustration, it should always be his need and never
your own that's important.

There's been times I begged and begged, really pleaded, and cried real
tears; yet, on a whim my Master decided I didn't need any that night
and denied me all together. That's his right. I agreed to that control
when I became his slave. I've learned to accept the fact my Master
knows what's best for me.

Even though he may deny me because of a whim and not to teach any
lesson, it's still his right. I'll tell you one damn thing.  When he
finally does choose to honor you with it, it will be the best tasting
thing your ever wrapped your lips around or sunk your tongue into.

If and when he finally allows you the honor of having his butt, you can't
just dive in. Oh no! You have to make love to it. Place your lips on it
and kiss it hard like it was your Master's mouth; his second mouth.
You're allowed to french it a little to show your love and how hungry
you are;  and my Master always kisses me back with his second
mouth. I can feel him puckering and relaxing his hole. He's kissing me
back to show me how much he loves his slave.

When he quietly gives you permission to have your treat, your prize,
you dive in to his feast like Greg Louganis from the high board. You've
waited for it, you've begged for it, you've pleaded with him for it,
you've gone through all the preliminary rituals to get to this moment;
enjoy, slave, by God, you've earned it.

How does it taste, you ask? You didn't? Well, put down that Baby Ruth
you're sucking on, I'm going to tell you anyway. It's the essence of
your Master. It's his taste; his unique flavor.  It's the closest you may
come to tasting his soul; his very being. It's the taste of the Earth itself
from which your Master and all men are made. Granted it's like olives,
anchovies, caviar, or pineapple on pizza,---- a developed taste;
however, unlike the afore mentioned it's adictive.

I don't recommend anyone allow this discourse to influence them to
try it. It probably won't be pleasurable the first half a dozen times you
try;  it may even border on disgusting; it might turn you off so bad you
may never want to pursue it again.

Too bad, you'll miss one of the greatest spiritual exchanges you can
experience with your Master; the man that owns you; however, if your
Master takes his time, trains you a little at a time, brings you along
slowly, then all of a sudden something clicks in your brain; you wake
one morning with only one thought on your mind, 'I have to
beg my Master for another taste.'  There's no return from that point.
You'll be hooked, like a street junkie on drugs.

Then, if your owner gets busy, forgets to feed you some of his good
Master hole at least twice a week, you'll began to have withdrawal
symptoms. You'll get cranky, irritable, thoughtless, and have difficulty
concentrating.  Fortunately, most good Masters recognize the
symptoms and can quickly diagnose your problem.

He knows it's one of two things; you either need a good long session of
butt eat'n from him, or you need to feel his whip on your ass,  or both.
If he's a concerned Master he'll find out quick enough and take care of
his slave.

If his slave requests it sincerely, begs him for it, he'll give him what he
needs, a good long feeding of his Master's hole. Of course, if your
Master chooses to have you taste his whip afterward,  well, that's
sort of like warm apple pie with ice cream on the side. Their good
separately but together, they're wonderful.

Finally, my Master gave Brant permission to remove his ass cover. I
was sucking and enjoying Brant's big dick. I'd never sucked a cops
dick before. Well, I had Uncle Bud's but he was a sheriff and my uncle.
I thought of him first as my uncle and secondly as sheriff.

I was willing to bet my new boots my Master never had two cops kiss
his ass before let alone clean him out. Officer Brant Williams couldn't
wait to make love to my Master's animal hole.

Officer Brant's dick tasted good and his pheromones were in bloom. I
heard him start begging Red to please let him eat his ass and how
good he would clean him. He was concerned his slave didn't get a fine
Master like Master Red as clean as he should.

"Please, Master Red! I'd really need to taste your ass, Sir. If I don't do
a good job you can use my whip on me, Sir." Red gave him permission
and I looked up to see Brant dive into Red's ass. Brant's dick swelled
to a much bigger size when he started eating my Master. Brant was
cleaning, deep into Red's ass.

I felt Red start to lift his ass so Brant could get a better shot at him.
Then I felt Red put his hands down to his ass, took his fingers, put
them in either side of his sphincter and pulled it open. Brant didn't
hesitate.

I though he was going to crawl into my Master's ass. He was really
going after it and I knew Red was probably feeding him a little. Brant
didn't pull away in disgust. He began to go crazy eating and trying to
beg Red for more by sucking hard on his hole. The sounds of ecstacy
and moaning coming from Brant enjoying the treats my animal Master
was feeding him told me he was getting near exploding in my mouth.

I felt Red reach down to unsheathed his dick, pulling the foreskin back
over the big head of his dick, and instructed Rayph to take him. Rayph
made three deep throated sucks on Red and I felt my Master
exploding. Brant felt Red's ass try to bite his tongue off, got himself
one more small prize and unloaded into my mouth. Brant didn't quit
eating my Master until Red gave him permission.

Afterward, they both cleaned Red with their tongues and thanked him
for giving them the honor of pleasuring him. Red graciously decided we
would stay a couple of nights with them but they'd have to ride to the
next town with us to pick up Boots and Sonny. They had no problem
with that. The bar Boots and Sonny stopped at turned out to be one of
the cops favorite watering holes.



End Chapter 20~Booger Red & Cowboy
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf