BOOGER RED & COWBOY CHAPTER 21
By Waddie Greywolf

Sonny's jaw hit the floor when Red and I strolled into the bar with
two handsome patrol officers in tow. He was impressed. So was ole
laid back Boots. At first they thought we might be in trouble until they
saw the self-satisfied smug grin on our Master's mug.

Boots may be impressed with something but you won't be able to tell. I
knew he figured out what happened immediately and couldn't help
laughing while casting glances at me and Red. He kept shaking his
head like, 'I can't believe you two.' Only Red and Cowboy could pick up
two good looking cops and have them invite us to stay with them. 

Boots told me later Red and I never ceased to amaze him and Sonny
with some of the chance things that happened to us along the way.
They never rode with any other riders for such an extended period and
enjoyed themselves as much. The best part, they were getting paid for
it.

Brant and Rayph fell in love with Boots and Sonny. They, too, wouldn't
believe we were all named Billy Gunn. Boots and Sonny whipped out
their license for them.   They were as taken back as everyone else.
                              
Sonny let his dad drink both their beers and had an empty bottle
waiting for our Master. Brant sent Rayph for beers for all of us. I sat
mine next to my Master and noticed Rayph did the same with Brant.
We were sitting around the corner from the bar and no one could see
us. Brant saw I wasn't drinking but didn't say anything. Red finished
his beer and took my beer to start on.

"Boots did you want to give Sonny his 'beer'?" Red always deferred to
Boots. He never assumed. Boots appreciated that in Red. He respected
Boots and it make him and Boots bond even tighter.

"Are you kidding? You guys were a little longer than usual so I offered.
Oh, no! He'd rather wait for Master Red." he laughed as Sonny
blushed.

"No offense, Dad, it's just..."

"I know, I know. I'm just yanking your chain, slave. I'm glad we have
the 'Brew Master' with us. You deserve a good strong 'Booger beer'
ever now and then."

"Well, Cowboy needs something to drink. I've made him wait long
enough."

Red got up and grabbed the two empty bottles. Brant figured out what
they were talking about and spoke up.

"Got three in there, Master Red. My boy would he honored if you'd fill
this one for him. He's a little shy about asking."

"See what I can do, Gentlemen, be back in a minute." Red headed for
the head and Sonny and I got up to play pool. I went over to Brant.

"Master Brant, would you consider allowing your slave to join us
playing pool. Rayph looked at his Master like he'd like to.

"Sure, young man. He may join you if he wishes." Rayph was up and
with us in a second. My Master returned from the head and Sonny went
over to get our 'beers.'  He brought them over and handed us each one.
We clicked bottles to each other and I took about two big gulps of
mine and Sonny drank about half of his. 

We watched Rayph take a drink and started to make a face then
swallowed, took another bigger mouthful, then another. He got a smile
on his face.

"Damn. That's good! Lot stronger and more flavorful than my Master's."
he allowed. We hung around relaxing and had another couple of
'beers.'  Then our Master's were ready to go.

We stayed with the two South Carolina motor officers a little over a
week. They took vacation from their jobs and were with us most of the
time. They wanted us to stay longer. I worked with them all that week
and two weekends. They improved a lot and I encouraged them to go
on the circuit. I told them you don't start to get good until you start
competing against the best.

Boots, Red and Sonny sat on the fence most of the time while we were
practicing but at night their house was turned into a cowboy, cop,
outlaw biker orgy palace. I never saw Red shine like he did for our stay
at Brant and Rayph's ranch. He was the Master in charge. He
established that behind the bamboo break that first afternoon. He was
loving it and everyone, including Boots, loved him doing it.

Red decided who was gonna' fuck whom, when and how. As
semi-closeted as Boots was at the beginning of our trip he let himself
go and was making up for lost time. Sonny couldn't have been happier
for his dad. Red would order Brant and Rayph to put on their uniforms
to sub for whomever he assigned them to.

Boots was coming along as a Master. Red was slowly training him for
the role. Red fell in love with Sonny so much he was doing his
damnedest to groom Boots to be the Master he knew Sonny needed.
They'd sit off to themselves some nights and talk for several hours
about things. Red was slowly convincing Boots he had to put aside his
thoughts of being Sonny's dad and start thinking about him as Red's
slave; Red's property.

He told Boots he would be ready to step in when the time came. He
had faith in Boots. I did, too. The big man was really coming along.
Somehow, months of riding and talking with Red came to fruition for
Boots at the ranch.

Even Sonny commented that Master Boots was not the same old dad
he knew at the beginning of our journey. He began to look at Boots in a
totally different way. Master Boots was slowly replacing Dad Boots. 
The more obvious it became to all of us the more sexually attractive
his dad became to Sonny. 

Red ordered Brant to sub for Boots. Brant wouldn't dare question Red's
order; neither would Boots. He had come to trust Red so much he
would have fucked a wild cat if Red ordered him to. I laughed and told
my Master that was the true test of a good Master when another
potential Master trusted him enough to follow his orders.  Brant
became Boots' motorcycle cop slave for the evening. Boots really got
a kick out of having a cop sub for him.

When I was assigned to sub for Boots, he'd come a long way from
'potential' Master. He was developing his own style, control and needs,
but he was also giving and loving to his slave if the slave did his best
to please him. Sonny was thrilled with his dad and told me their
relationship was slowly taking a new direction.

Boots developed a wicked sense of humor and took great delight in
embarrassing the slave that was assigned to him. Red though it was
wonderful; insisted it toughened up a slave, made him learn to be
proud, hold his head high, rather than be embarrassed. 

The next morning Boots led Brant into the living room on a leash,
naked, his butt plugged, made him stand at attention before us and tell
us everything his Master did to him and made him do. Then Brant paid
homage to Boots' boots and thanked him for using him as his slave.

Boots broke his bad ass demeanor, grabbed Brant and pulled Brant to
him in a big hug. He gently kissed and thanked Brant for being his
slave for the evening, he did well and Boots was proud of him. Brant
was moved to tears. Yes, Sir, old Boots was coming along. I didn't see
a crotch in the room that didn't have leaky plumbing.

* * * * * * * * * * * 

Red kept watching Brant make the same roping mistake again and
again. He called him over to the corral fence and gently told Brant
what he was doing wrong. Brant sincerely thanked him for his advice;
Brant got a twinkle in his eye and said something to Red in jest. Brant
would never be rude to the animal whom he had come to love and
admire.

"Hey, old man, you think you can do better, here's my horse and rope."
Brant laughed as he challenged my Master.

I never saw Red on a horse; didn't even know if he could ride. He
jumped down off the fence, walked to Brant and took the horse's
reigns. Brant smiled as he got down and gave his horse to Red. With
one swift movement, Red was in the saddle reigning the horse in tight.
Red let him know he had a new rider, his new rider was no novice and
expected him to perform well with no nonsense; (much the same way
Red mounts me, come to think about it.)

I was on the other pony and was practicing with Brant. Red took
Brant's lasso and fed it out some and then back in to where he wanted
it. I didn't know what to think. Red turned to me and winked. I got his
unspoken message loud and clear, 'Trust me, I wouldn't be doing this if
I didn't know what I was doing, Son.'

"You been riding heeler all day---?" I nodded, "I'll ride header, Son. You
be my heeler?" my Master barked at me.

"Yes, Sir. Be proud to Master."

Rayph put up the barrier ropes. Brant was timing. Sonny opened the
chute. Red broke the barrier, and started out the gate. The steer barely
cleared the chute and Red dropped his rope around it's horns and neck
slicker'n goose shit, dallied his rope to his saddle horn turned the steer
ninety degrees. I was right there, caught the hinders, and backed my
pony to secure. We were done. Best time I ever logged with anyone. 

I had an idea my Master might be good with a rope but I was stunned. I
damn near fell off my pony laughing.  Rayph couldn't believe his eyes.
He saw it happen but he didn't know what to believe.  Red rode back
over to Brant, smiled his 'gottcha' smile at Brant, got down from his
pony and handed Brant the reigns.

"Now, Son,  that's the way it should be done. Let that be a lesson to
you. Never challenge an old man when you don't know everything
about him."

Red spoke softly to Brant. I was laughing so hard I couldn't stop. 
Sonny looked at his dad in wonder and Boots just hung his head,
shaking it while laughing.  Nothing surprised him about Red and I
anymore.  If Red told him he was going to walk on water, Boots would
ask if he could tag along.

Brant was humbled, apologized to Red profusely and only fell more in
love with my Master. From that moment on, Brant listened closely to
any tip from my Master and accepted it as gospel. He could accept it
as gospel, Red was not a man to give advice unless he knew what he
was talking about.

There was more to my Master than I knew by a long shot. All this time
I spent with this big, ugly man, my animal, my magnificent, wonderful
beast, my Master, and I realized, I didn't know everything about him. 

That epiphany only made me resolve to love him more. Here he was, as
good a roper or maybe better than I was and I never knew. We never
discussed it.

I learned early with Red, if he wanted you to know he'd tell you. If not,
all the questions in the world wouldn't get him to talk about it. Most
times he knew I was curious but being a good and well trained slave I
wouldn't ask if my ass was on fire.

Sometimes, not very often,  he'd take pity on me and throw me a bone
of information. The rest I was supposed to piece together for myself.

He never said another word about it; never mentioned it. We never
roped again together. I was so proud of my Master I kept him to myself
that night and didn't share him with Brant, Rayph or Sonny. I let them
know in no uncertain terms that Red's slave, with his Master's
permission, of course, ad need of his Master that night.

I turned that old son of a bitch every which way but loose. He smiled
at me knowingly, he knew all the words in my heart. I didn't have to
speak them.  I spent two hours showing him. My Master had a certain
way of looking at me when I really pleased or pleasured him. It was a
look of great pride and love.

I asked my Master if I might have his permission to share with Brant
and Rayph why we had to get on the road. He agreed but told me to be
discrete and tell Brant and Rayph we expected the same from them.
He didn't want Sonny to know yet. For some reason he was being very
protective of Sonny.

My Master knew how much Sonny loved him and it would probably be
hardest on him. Red treated Sonny like a son and a second slave.
Sonny went out of his way to obey and listen to his Master. Boots
never felt threatened.

In fact, he told me how happy he was Red took Sonny for his second
slave. Red didn't overdo but he was generous with his time with Sonny.

The day we left I told Brant and Rayph why the four of us were
traveling around the U. S. and why we couldn't stay longer. We didn't
know how much time we had left together. We would like to stay but
it's not a matter of choice, we're racing against time. I asked them to
be discrete because Sonny worshiped Master Red and we hadn't told
him yet.

They understood but were devastated. Both cried in my arms and then
Boots.' They came to love the four of us, especially Red and I. It was
hard to say goodbye to Red's three Gunns. I gave them my dad's
address and phone number in Mason and told them to call my dad
because he'd always know where we were.

Brant took Red aside and told him he never had a father and what he
experienced, what Red gave him the past week, he'd never known
before. He'd never met a man he felt was man enough, in his
estimation, who he'd consider submitting to, but when he saw Red on
his bike he knew he was the man he would gladly kneel before and call
Master.

Brant sincerely thanked Red for his love, and patience with him and
Rayph. He respected Red for his personal strength, generosity and
understanding.

"Damn it, Master Red, I love you. I'll always carry you in my heart."

"I love you, too, Son. You and Rayph have been a blessing to the four
of us as well. We didn't meet by chance. The Old Man wanted us to find
each other for a reason. Whatever his reason, we made the best of our
time together. Cowboy gave you his dad's number.  Keep in touch and
come see us."

"We will, Master, I promise." Brant broke down and started crying in
Red's arms. That was the third time, I think, I ever saw Red cry. He'd
fallen in love with Brant, too. Rayph fell in love with all of us. Brant
gave up control of Rayph to Master Red. He accepted Red as
alpha-male and was only too happy to submit. 

Rayph fell in line with the rest of Master Red's faithful slaves. He cried
in Red's arms when he tried to say goodbye. It was tough leaving two
fine, good looking, masculine men like Brant and Rayph. We all allowed
we spent a wonderful week together.

For a big, ugly man, I never saw a man who had more raw sexual draw
than Red. Granted it took a person who could look beyond the surface
but those who did found a treasure. It was hard on Brant and Rayph
knowing they probably would never see Red again.

Brant and Rayph did go on the circuit and I competed against them
many times. We became great circuit friends and many times traveled
from rodeo to rodeo together. They improved to where they made the
top three ropers in the nation four years in a row.  They won a hell of a
lot of prize money, too.

Master Red and his three Gunns went down south and toured almost
the entire state of Florida.  We visited all the historical sights of the
Carolina's and the major battlefields of the Civil War. We found some
records of Red and my ancestors that fought on the confederate side
during the war. My relatives were Boots and Sonny's forefathers as
well. It seemed to bring us even closer together.

Then we found the most amazing thing. An old bible open in a case. It
was a genealogy of a number of the early Gunns. One of the Gunn men
directly in line as Boot, Sonny, and my ancestor married a Grainger
woman. Sister to the brother who was one of Red's ancestors. We
were distantly related. 

No wonder he felt we were family. We were family. What were the
chances we'd stop by that museum and that bible would be turned to
that page? Red no longer questioned. Neither did Boots and Sonny.

I could tell Boots loved the idea of having more family. We were all
surprised with the information about our ancestors. Boots, Sonny and I
were thrilled.

We rode back across the southern states and were going to tour the
biggest state last; Texas. I know what you're thinking but it just ain't
so. Melt all the damn snow and it ain't half the size of Texas. `Sides,
Texas is God's country. Furthermore, contrary to popular belief, it is
not referred to as Baja Oklahoma.

Red and I were both Texans from birth and what Red didn't know about
Texas I did. I had rodeo friends and relatives all over the state and so
did Red.

Sonny hadn't noticed anything yet but Boots was beginning to get
worried. He usually rode behind me and Sonny rode behind Red. Boots
didn't want to alarm me but he noticed Red was riding differently than
he had. Sometimes he drifted in his lane like his vision was blurring. 

Both of us noticed that after several hours on the bikes, Red was tired.
It never was a problem.  Either Boots or I feigned being tired to cover
for Red.  I got us rooms and we rested until he felt up to going on.
Sonny was none the wiser so far.

We parted with Boots and Sonny after we got to Houston. They called
dad and he was happy to hear from us. We didn't stay in touch as much
as we should have. We had a two foot square cardboard box of letters
and messages waiting for us from Ten Sleep and the VA in Cheyenne. 
We'd been on the road a little over six months and I don't think I called
home more'n four or five times.

Unbeknownst to me, Boots faithfully called his new dad every week
and sometimes twice a week to check in.  He kept dad up to date as to
where we were and how Red was doing.  Dad asked him if we were at
each other's throats yet.  Boots laughed.

It made me feel good to know Boots thought enough of dad to do that.
Dad was looking forward to seeing Boots and Sonny again and would
kill the fatted calf when they got there. He was anxious to reunite the
four Billy Gunns he's bragged to the whole town about. Of course my
old man let me have it when we got home.

"Well, at least one of my sons thought enough of his old man to keep in
touch."

He was standing behind Boots with his big arms around him locking
Boots in a big hug. He was hugging him and kissing around on him.
Boots was in heaven.

They got out their small map dad drew for them. It was pretty
accurate. We also bought a map of Texas and I drew the roads to take
to get there. It wasn't too difficult. I knew Boots was a pretty fair
navigator. We sent them on their way and wished each other well.
We'd see them in a couple of days in Mason.

Boots told Red and me he was going to see if he could get dad to talk
to Sonny about Red's condition and the expected outcome. Sonny
looked upon dad as his granddad. He loved my old man almost as
much as I did.

* * * * * * * * * * * * *

We stayed with Red's older brother, the other Red, in Houston. He
owned one of the biggest, most beautiful homes on the outskirts of
Houston, situated right on the biggest lake. It was faux-adobe in the
southwest style and was comfortably furnished.

I didn't know what to expect from his brother. He wasn't married but
had several children. His wife passed away many years ago. He lived
with a giant of a man, his personal bodyguard, bigger than Big Jim or
Master Beryl.  I couldn't wait to meet the giant man and meet Red's
brother again, too. 

The man was a true giant. Bigfoot couldn't be much larger.  He had to
stoop and go through doors sideways. I stood transfixed when I saw
him. He was so ugly, he made Booger look like a Texas beauty queen.
(Like them ladies from Kilgore, Clitus!) 

He wore a huge, heavy duty ring through his nose that was
permanently welded into place. It wasn't your usual piercing jewelry,
the damn thing was industrial size. It had to be one-eighth inch stock
and approximately four and half inches in diameter.

Was I attracted to Griz immediately?  That shouldn't be a news flash.  I
learned a long time ago I had a thing for big, ugly men.  Red warned me
about Griz.  He laughingly told me I would find him interesting then
proceeded to laugh his ass off at my reaction.  He knew without asking
I was in love.

Red was right. I took one look and the big, ugly, bear of a man and my
old dick wouldn't stop drooling. I couldn't stop my heart from beating
ninety miles and hour. I wanted to run to him and bury my face in his
chest fur.

Red's brother introduced Griz to me and I took his huge paw (it wasn't
a man's hand it was too damn big) between both my smaller hands and
looked into his beautiful deep brown eyes.  I had the feeling I was
looking into the soul of a saint; a holy man behind those eyes.

He gently, but firmly pulled me to him and put his huge arms
around me. He put one big paw behind my head and gently held my
head to his chest.  His smell or masculine odor was the soft, faint,
fragrance of roses.  What a strange conundrum.

"You're so pur-ttie, Mister Cowboy." He said softly as he held me and
kiss the top of my head.

"You're not bad looking yourself, Big Man." I told him realizing I wasn't
lying to the man. I meant it.  I would've been his sexual Dr. Pepper.  He
could have me at ten, two and four everyday.

Booger's big `Bro. Red' was a fine looking man. He had a strong
masculine face, square jaw, and was built like a Marine D.I. The big,
quiet bear-man, named Griz, obeyed him without question. Bro. Red
recognized me immediately, took my hand, pulled me to him, hugged
and kissed me.

He and I met when I was with Uncle Bud on the rodeo circuit. He raved
on and on to Booger and Griz about the several times he saw my uncle
and I win at different Rodeos. He joined his brother in Ft. Worth for the
national finals when Uncle Bud and I won. He remembered Buck and
Dan Yates well.

He and Griz became friends with them and stayed a week or more with
them on their ranch.  Bro. Red spoke highly of Buck and Dan.  Bro. Red
went on and on about what fine men and good people Buck and Dan
Yates were and how kind and hospitable they'd been to him and Griz.
I think it was his brothers opinion of Buck and Dan that made Red
begin to change his mind about Dan Yates.  He no longer saw him as a
looming threat to our love.  

Booger didn't know if his brother knew he went with men but he was
planning on telling him. He didn't have to, his brother wasn't dumb and
knew our story immediately. That night at dinner, after some strong
drinks, good food and wine, his brother asked why we were touring the
U.S?  Red hadn't told his brother about his condition.

"Little Brother, is there something you want to tell me?"

"Later, perhaps," said Red. When we can talk alone."

"I don't think that'll be a problem. We'll probably find ourselves very
much alone this evening."

"Why do you say that, Bro.?" Booger asked his brother.

"Can't you see what's happening here?"

"What are you talking about?" Red looked puzzled.

"Stand up, Griz!  NOW!!"  he snapped his fingers at the big bear of a
man. Griz didn't want to stand.  He knew he was going be embarrassed
but he slowly rose from his chair. There was a huge wet spot in the
crotch of his overalls. Booger and Bro. Red thought that was
enormously funny and found Griz's embarrassment even more funny. 

Poor Griz, I felt sorry for him. Booger began to understand his brother's
statement about finding themselves alone.

"Now, have your slave stand up, Booger." I didn't wait for the order. I
winked at poor Griz, smiled and stood with an equally large wet spot in
my levis. Our two Masters fell out laughing at us and Bro. Red walked
around the table to embrace his younger brother. My slave wants to
fuck your slave so bad he can taste it and your slave wants to feel as
much of Griz's big fifteen incher up that tight little cowboy butt as he
can get.

Griz groaned, "Awh,---Master, you promised."

"Shut up, slave, I need to be with my little Bro. He's gonna' bunk it in
with me tonight. Take Cowboy to your den and treat him good, you
understand? "

"Yes, Master Red."

"Now, Son," Bro Red spoke to me, "He was once a hard charging
backwoodsman in Alaska. I won him in a card game. I didn't know
whether I was playing with a man or a big, ugly bear. His real name is
Grizzly, I shit you not.

He was so big coming out of his momma she thought she'd been raped
by a Grizzly bear. She thought she was giving birth to a bear cub
instead of a man child. He was covered in hair when he popped out.
That just made her all the more sure.  Hell, he was born with a five
o'clock shadow. I took away his last name. He was Grizzly Burke. Now
he's just Griz or Grizzly.

I own him body and soul. Had that ring welded in his nose the second
week I owned him. Made sure it was big enough to get my hand
through. He obeys me without question or he knows he'll go back to
being trained again with a chain through his nose ring.

Maybe the best thing is, over the years, I've come to love the big son
of a bitch.  He's saved my life three or four times by his brute strength
alone. He also keeps me warm at night. He takes care of me. Fucks me
good anytime I need it.

You control him and he'll give you one of the best fucking's you ever
had, except for my Bro. here. He can become a wild animal when he's
in your ass so you have to control him. He'll do what you tell him
`cause he knows he'll be severely punished if he don't, right Griz?"

"Yes, Master Red." Bro Red snapped his fingers and the huge man
lumbered to Red's feet and kissed his boots. He found Red's hand and
kissed it putting it to his forehead.

"Rise my big man-slave and give me a hug." Griz threw his huge arms
around Bro Reds neck and almost hugged him to death."

"That's enough! Now,---you be good to Cowboy, he's special. You do as
he tells you, understand?"

"Yes, Master." Griz replied.

"If he gives you any trouble, Son, just grab his nose ring like this." He
grabbed Griz's nose ring and the big man groaned in pain as his Master
pulled down hard on it.  Bro. Red pulled him all the way down to his
boots. Griz started cleaning. He let go of the ring but the big man knew
better than to stop cleaning his Master's boots.

"Got that, Cowboy?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Red. I don't think that'll be necessary. Griz would
never hurt me. Damn," I thought to myself, "He's one fucking, big-ugly
man. I wasn't real sure he was a man. I couldn't wait to see his fifteen
incher."

Booger got me aside.

"You all right with this, Cowboy?"

"Are you kidding, you know my weakness for big, ugly men, Master."

"Yes,---thank God,---I do!"

"Now, cut that out, Master! You ain't ugly. Remember what Brant and
Rayph said about you. `Sides compared to Griz you're downright pur-
ttie." I roared with laughter. Red grinned like I was being a smart ass
kid again and he loved it. I held him in my arms and gently kissed him.

"Somehow, my Master, my magnificent beast, you've gotten a lot
better looking over the last two years."  Red threw back his head and
laughed with me.

"Damn you, Cowboy! You always could break me up. I just don't want
him hurtin' you, Son."

"He won't, Red. He wants me too bad. He knows I want him, too.  Are
you gonna' tell your Bro.?"

"Yeah, after I throw a massive fuck in 'em I'm gonna' tell him. He's the
only family I got other'n you, Boots, Sonny and the clan. He has a right
to know." he laughed, "I've always dreamed of fucking him as long as I
can remember. He still has a great ass, don't you think?"

"Fuck, yes, tomorrow night we can switch. I'd love to fuck him." We
laughed with each other.

"Oh, my God! If Griz and I got together and by some fluke he got
pregnant,---can you imagine what the poor child would look like?" Red
roared with laughter and I sort of giggled.

"Yes, I can, and I would take it to my heart and raise it like my own
son. He might scare the B'jesus out a' other folks but to me he would
look like a prince." Red didn't laugh,  just sat there for a minute,---

"I know you meant that in jest,---- and it was funny, but part of you was
serious and really meant it, didn't you?"

"Damn straight, Master. He'd be a part of you. I'd have him to treasure
after,---- Oh God, Red! I love you so much it hurts." Red took me in his
arms and I lost it.

"There, there, Sweet baby, Red's gonna' be here for a good while yet.
Hell, there's portions of your little ass I haven't explored yet.  I damn
well plan to explore all of it before I cash in my chips.  Look, Darlin,' go
with the big man with my blessing.

You were giving to Brant and Rayph when they wanted so much of me,
you've been generous with Sonny to a fault, you can't know how much
that kid loves you, Son,  just don't let the big man hurt you or we'll
have a new bear skin rug for your room. There's no way to measure
how much I love you, Son.  Why, next to my Harley, I love you the
bestest." Red roared with laughter and got me laughing.

Griz took me to his den. That's what it was, a den. Not a reading or
smoking room den, I mean a bear's den. Complete with bear skins and
heads all over the damn place. His bed was covered in a bear skin he
slept on. He killed it with only a hunting knife and his bare hands. Still
had the scars to prove it.

For a big man he was shy. He was hyper-masculine and looked not only
ugly but mean as well. If he shaved every morning he'd have a five
o'clock shadow by noon. He'd respond if spoken to, but he was
painfully shy. We got to his den but he wouldn't look at me. He sat on
the side of his bed and I sat in a chair. We sat for sometime but he
wouldn't look at me.

"Why won't you look at me, Big Bear?"

"'Cause you're so purttie.  I don't want to soil 'me' pants no more."

"I ain't a' gonna' bite ya', Griz, less'n you want me to." I laughed. The
big man glanced up and smiled the sweetest smile. He won my heart
with his smile.

"Ya' wanna' come sit next ta' me?" he ask hesitantly.

"Naw, ---" I paused for a long minute and saw Griz get a downcast look
on his ugly face, "I wanna' come sit in your lap." Griz glanced at me
briefly and his big, ugly face brightened into a smile again.

"Well,  c'mon then." he said resolutely. I got up and moved to find his
huge arms waiting to hold me on his big lap. I sat and nuzzled my face
against his big, reddish-brown beard and 'stache.

"Damn, you're purttie. You're like a little bear cub in the spring." I
reached up, gently moved his nose ring out of the way and kissed him
gently on his mouth. He returned my kiss equally as gently but I felt
underneath a controlled strength that lived within the heart of an
animal. My kind a' man. A huge, gentle bear of a man that smelled of
roses.  Incredible.

"You want to be my Master tonight, Big Bear?" I whispered to him
while swapping spit.

"I'd love to be your Master tonight, Little Cub, but I can't. My Master
told me to obey you. My Master can be purttie damn mean when he
punishes me."

"Well, you would be obeying me if'n I ordered you to be my Master
tonight, wouldn't you? He told you to do anything I said, didn't he?" He
thought for a minute.

"Yeah, I guess you're right, Little Cub.  I would be your Master if'n you
ordered me to be. You ain't afraid of me?"

"Fuck no! Should I be, Bear-man?"

"No, I'd never hurt a cub, 'specially one's perttie as you be, Mister
Billy."

"Then, I order you to be my Master for tonight, Master Bear."

"`Master Bear,' I like that, salve-cub.  Now, get down there and pay
homage to your Master Bear's big boots. I may be Master Red's slave
but I haven't forgotten how to be a good Master to a young purttie
bear-cub."

Griz was a Master at heart but he made one hell of a powerful and
noble slave for his Master.  He loved Red's brother with a passion and
would easily break any man in two who tried to harm him. He acted as
a work partner and body guard for Bro. Red. He was Bro. Red's right
hand man when it came to putting out oil rig fires.

He once ran into a raging fire storm to pull his Master to safety. He had
come to love his Master with the ferocity of a wild but only partially
tamed beast.

He ordered me off with my clothes and didn't allow me to take his off
until he examined every inch of my body with his big paws; every inch!
He even looked into my mouth. He thought I was the 'purttiest damn
thing' he'd seen in ten years or more.

He told me he'd seen me rope in Ft. Worth with his Master; however,
Bro. Red wouldn't take him along to introduce him to us. He waited for
his Master in the stands. He told me he fell in love with me when he
saw me with my uncle almost five years ago.

He continued to examine me. I saw a couple of tears run down his
cheek as he gently touched the scars left by my two wounds.

"Nam?" was all he asked. I just nodded my head slowly, kinda
shamefully. He pulled me to him and gently kissed each one as if he
wished he could take away the remembered pain. For that moment, he
did.

Something came over me. It was like the two of us were transported to
another dimension of peace and calm. Griz did something to me, or us,
maybe when he kissed my wounds. What did this man have that he
could put my heart at peace so easily?

I was aware of him making a humming sound but it wasn't humming
like a song.  It was more a tone, a pitch, a low throated vibration of
some kind. It was the most sooting and relaxing sound Iever heard. It
felt as if his life force, his energy was pouring into me, healing me;
washing over my soul.

He quietly ordered me to undress him. I could barely get his huge
boots off; however, he was kind enough to help by placing his other big
boot on my butt and pushing. When I finally pulled his overalls off, I
couldn't believe his shaft that fell out of the big man's pants. It was
unbelievably large.

Then it dawned on me, why his face was so ugly. He was like my
Master. God put all his beauty between his legs. I could only stare and
wonder. How could Red's brother get fucked time and again with that?
I guess the human body is a remarkable thing. It will adapt. He smiled
at me staring at him.

"Go ahead, Cub, you can touch it. We're gonna' try to get all that up
your butt in a little bit. Think you can take it all, slave-cub?" He held
his arms out to me as he lay back on the bear skin on his bed.

"I'll damn sure try. Never found a horse or man I couldn't ride, yet." I
said, not really sure of myself.

"Don't worry, purttie little Cub, I won't put it all in, I don't wanna'
hurt you none. My Master would tie me to the whippin' rack for three
days if'n I did."

I went to him and he enfolded me in his huge arms, body and his huge
hairy legs. He was a beastie. One that was about to go bump in the
night. I had both hands on his big shaft and incredibly, it was still
growing. I could barely get both hands around the damn thing. Griz had
the single biggest dick Iever witnessed on a man in my life. He made
Big Beryl's cock look like a 'Junior Miss.'

He had hair, long hair, all over his body. His back was covered in hair. I
could've braided the hair on his chest. I had to peal back three layers
of thick fur to find a nipple to suck; but when I did, oh shit, was it
sweet?

He had the tastiest fluids that came from those enormous, brown
nipples. I could run my fingers through all that luxurious fur and
imagine I was a real bear cub suckling on his daddy bear's teat.

The bear skin we were laying on had only a little longer fur than my
Master Bear. He proceeded to lick and drool over every part of my
body. He had a rough tongue like an animal's and damn near drove me
out of my ever lovin' mind.

He got his tongue so far up my ass I though I would have to get a
plumber's helper to get him out. For all his animal like qualities he
made love to me like a poet. He not only swapped spit he engulfed me
with his love. I have never felt safer with any man or animal than Griz
made me feel that night. I gave myself to him with wanton abandon.

If he was going to try me on for size, I knew I had to be clean. I
excused myself and went to his shower with my small bag. When I
finished I took him by the hand, pulled him in to the shower and bathed
him. I took my time and pampered him.

At first, Griz was unsure about me serving him, but as he got into it, he
loved it. He said he never had a slave-cub do that for him and asked if I
did it regularly for my Master.

"Booger? Oh hell, yes, Master Bear, I love my old man and try to do as
much for him as I can. I'd do the same for you if you were my Master.
I'd enjoy taking care of a big bear."

"Even one's ugly as I am?"

"I never said you was ugly."

"I know, that's why I want to please you as your Master. Not because I
was ordered to by my Master but because, well, you saw the spot on
my overalls. My Master was right, it was because of you,---- I thought
you was so purttie my old dick wouldn't stop drooling. Ain't never had
that happen to me but once before when I met my Master. You're
special, Cowboy, and you think I'm special, too."

"Well, my spot was for you, Master Bear, but tell me,---- how do you
know I think you're special?"

"The way you touch me, the way you hold me; the gentle way you
make love to me. You're not doing it 'cause ya' have to, you're doing it
'cause you want to,  you think I'm special. The way you just cleaned
every part of my body like I was a piece of fine china.

The way you cleaned under my foreskin with your tongue before you
used the wash cloth. You wanted to taste me, and that's special. It
tell's me you need me and want me as much as I need and want you." 

The big man grabbed hold of my soul with that statement.  I had no
idea he was that sensitive and insightful;---- not too sophisticated
but, hell, it worked for me.

"The damnedest thing about that is,---- you're right.  I want to feel as
much of you in me as we can get, Master Bear. God gave you beauty,
he just put it between your legs. Not only do you have the biggest dick
I've ever come across, you also have one of the 'purttiest' ones.

Hell, you ain't ugly, you look like a man's suppose to look, rugged and
strong. It's people like me that ain't right, Master Bear. I've been told I
was 'purttie' all my life. My real dad, my Uncle Bud I rodeoed with, was
a drop dead, 'purttie,' handsome man but my dad who raised me,
ahww,  now there's a man for ya.'

He ain't too 'purttie' but he has a strong, masculine, good looking,
face. My dad has the face of a man and so do you Master
Bear. You'd love my dad, I promise you.  He'd cause the third spot in
your overalls."

"J'ever sleep with your old man?"

"Every chance I get. He has his own slave though and I only get to
sleep with him the first night I'm home and the last night. When my
dear old dad throws a fuck in me I stay fucked for three, maybe four
days." I laughed and related the story of riding my bike to Glen Rose
between the holidays and thought the big bear was gonna' laugh his
ass off. He thought that was one the sweetest, funniest things he'd
ever heard.

"Hope I can do you some good, slave-cub."

Somehow, I just knew he could. It was like I was the first kid on the
merry-go-round and had my choice of the prettiest stallion or the
ugliest beast. Which would I run to? You guessed it,---- the ugliest
beast, hands down. They always gave the best rides.

"My old man threw me out of the house at the beginning of one of the
coldest winters on record." the big bear told me.

"Why, Master Bear?"

"J'ever hear the old joke about the queer bear?"

"No, Sir."

"Laid his paw on the table." We both laughed

"Don't tell me---?"

"Yep, I was a third again bigger'n my dad when I was a young'n. I loved
my old man so much I wanted to please him anyway I could. Momma
was visiting relatives, we'd come in from a hard days work and he
smelled so good I couldn't help myself.

Hell, he never told me nothing 'bout no birds and bees. I didn't know
about men and women. I didn't know men went with women. I knew
they was different but I didn't know why.  I fell in love with my pa.

I laid him up on the table, undid his pants, pulled 'em down to his
knees and sucked him off.  He fought and protested, until it started
feeling good. Then he relaxed, laid back and let me have him.

He gave me a big ole mouthful of his come. He tasted so damn good I
thought he'd love me for making him feel good. He didn't. Said I was a
damn pervert and no son of his was gonna' be a queer. I didn't know
what a queer was. I's just doing what I though was natural to show my
pa how much I loved him.

He threw me out to fend for myself in the late fall of an Alaskan winter.
It was getting colder and I had no food or shelter. I crawled into a den
of hibernating Grizzlys to kept warm. I sucked bear milk to stay alive.
Big momma bear was hibernating and just thought I was one of her
cubs. When spring come she just accepted me as one. She thought
she'd given birth to me that winter.

Later I run into my old man in a saloon in Nome. I didn't even know my
momma died but I told him I weren't his son no more. He cut himself
off from me when he threw me out to die, only I didn't. He weren't my
dad no more and I told him to stay the hell away from me if'n he
knew'd what was good for him.

Shortly after that I met Master Red and knew I wanted him to be my
dad, only I didn't tell him. I got into a card game with him and lost
everything but myself and I bet him that, only I cheated. I had him beat
with my cards but I managed to discard two and get back two I
discarded so's I would lose to him. He don't know 'bout that."

"I won't tell him, Master Bear."

"I know you won't `cause you like me, Cub. You're like me in a way. I
think you have the soul of a bear. The bears adopted me and kept me
alive through that spring until I could get to civilization and get some
work for myself. I love the bears. I think my momma was right. I must
be part bear."

"Close enough for me, Master Bear." I gently moved his nose ring out
of the way and kissed him full on the mouth. He took me into his mouth
like a hungry bear. Putting is huge mouth over half my face to insert
his massive tongue down my throat.

He tickled me all over as I began to suck on his tongue like it was a
big cock in my mouth. I knew I couldn't wait much longer to feel that
massive chunk of bear meat in my gut. First, I wanted a taste of bear
butt.

I told him his bear-cub slave would fuck much better if'n he was to
wear those big hot boots of his. His slave would be more'n happy to
help him back on with them. He laughed and raised a big knowing
eyebrow at me as I smiled benignly. I looked inside the huge boot for a
size and couldn't believe what I read: 18 EEEE.

I placed his big boot square in my crotch and had him insert his huge
foot. He gabbed the tabs on either side and pushed hard against my
crotch until I almost hollered `uncle.' Just as I was about to worry
about losing my balls his foot miraculously slipped in.

I breathed a sigh of relief. He smiled as he handed me the second one.
We did a repeat of the first boot but this time he let me off easier as he
managed to slip his foot into his boot without as much difficulty.

I got him on his bed again and scooped his massive legs up in each of
my arms as he laid back on his bear skin.  I propped his butt up against
my chest as his big boots rested on my shoulders. I had his butt hole
right where I wanted it; however,  I couldn't even see it.

It looked like a fur pie but when I took my hands and moved all the fur
aside I found the prettiest ass hole that cried out for some cowboy
tongue lovin.' I asked his permission to clean him and he gladly gave
it. I went to work cleaning and getting my tongue as far inside him as I
could. Damned if he didn't taste like bear. Not that I know what bear
tastes like; it was more like what I thought a bear might taste like.

I didn't know if I was gonna' be able to hold him he was moving his ass
so much in delight. He went nuts as I lapped at his big hole and
cleaned him good. He swore he'd never had anyone clean him out but
he knew he liked it. His big shaft was engorged to the max. I finished
and slowly lowered him to his bed.

"Damn, Cub! I almost came while you were sucking my ass. Woah! I
had no idea it would feel that good. I got to try that with my old man. I
ain't never ate his ass out. I've thought about it lots but now I know
he's gonna' get eatn' out; if'n I have to hold him down to do it." he
laughed.

"Now, how  'bout lettin' your slave sit on that big thing."  I motioned
toward his rock hard dick.

"You don't want me to take you?"

"Whatever my Master wants. We could do both."

"Good idea. You can open yourself up and I could take you after that." I
lubed him up real good with KY and he offered to shove a little up my
butt. He put the tube at my sphincter and squeezed. A good slug of it
went up my ass.

He sat back on the bed propped up by some bear skin throw pillows
and I positioned his huge shaft at my back door. I managed to ease
the big head in and take about a third of it. It was filling me up fast. 

But I was determined to take more and slowly worked it in and out
taking a little more each time. He was in ecstacy, moaning and
groaning as to how good my butt was feeling on his dick.

Then I spied his big brown nipple getting hard and poking out from
beneath all that fur; begging to be sucked. I latched onto his big brown
teat. He gently took my head in his big paw and lock me onto it as I
began to suck. Suddenly my asshole dilated and I took another third of
him.

He took a deep breath and his teat squirted bits of sweet tart liquid
into my mouth. The taste of his masculinity made me work my ass
more furiously as I increased my sucking. I was working my ass like I
was sliding up and down on a fire house emergency pole.

"You want your Master to feed you, Purttie-cub?"

"Feed me what, Master Bear?" I couldn't think...

"Some bear milk."

"From your teat, Big man?"

"Uh-huh." he shook his head up and down.

"Sure, I'd love for you to feed me some." I had no idea what he was
talking about but he gently put his big paw behind my head again and
pulled me onto the same teat. I began sucking again.  As I was sucking
the fluid changed from tart male fluids to a sweet, mild, delicious milk
flavor. I never had that happen before from a man. His teats were
producing milk; man milk; bear milk.

I sucked more and more. I loved the taste. I couldn't get enough. It
was rich and thick almost like a condensed milk and just as sweet. It
was unbelievable and unbelievably good.  His bear milk began to relax
me and make my ass dilate even more. Each time I would take more of
him into me.

He sat up and wrapped his arms around me to pull me closer to his big,
hairy chest. He made me straighten my legs then lock them around his
back out so I was perched on his shaft as he held me in place. With
one big paw he switched me from his right teat to his fresh left teat
and I lost all contact with reality as I started sucking trying to get
more of his sweet milk.

He had both big furry paws under my butt, lifting me and then letting
me sink slowly down his shaft. He started his low frequency humming
again. It was like nothing I ever heard before but, man, did it relax me.
It was as if he found the frequency my soul resonated at and was
taking over for me for a while.

It wasn't threatening.  I was extremely comforting and relaxing.  I
knew I was in the safest of hands.  He was giving my soul a holiday.
He was substituting his strength as a life raft for me to float on;
combined with the warm bear milk, and shaft I was riding, I was slowly
being filled from his body at both ends.  Don't get much better'n that.

He continued raising and letting me slowly slide back down his shaft
over and over again. I could feel the big head of his cock traveling up
deeper inside me every time I slid down his dick but I wasn't
concerned. I was far too relaxed with his humming and milk.

A couple of times I thought his dick was going to come out of my
mouth. He steadily kept raising me and letting me slid down again until
he took his hands away. He didn't try to put his hands under me any
more. I slowly came back to reality. His breathing changed to even,
relaxed breaths.

"Master Bear, you don't have your hands under my butt any more."

"Don't need 'em, Cub, I'm all the way in. You're sitting on the base. You
hurt'n?"

"Fuck no, Master Bear.  I feel full, warm, and good. Thanks, Master
Bear." I guess my subconscious was somewhere else as a couple of
tears came down my face. Poor Griz looked frightened.

"Easy, Master Bear, you're not hurt'n me. It feels so damn good I
began to think of something else that made me tear up, I'm sorry, Sir."
I raised up about half way off of him and then rode him back to his
base.

"Oh, damn, Master Bear.  That feel as good to you as it does to me?"

"Better, Cub, much better." He held me close and we made love with
him all the way inside him. He made the sweetest love and was gentle
with me to a fault. I gently moved his nose ring out of the way and
kissed him full on the mouth as I took another goodly stroke on his
shaft.

He began to growl deep in his throat as we swapped spit. He was a
bear and I had all of him inside of me. I was beginning to dilate to his
size and knew I could take him for a good ride. If I could take Leon day
after day and many nights with Big Beryl I felt comfortable with the
bear.

"I'm sorry my ring gets in our way, slave-cub."

"Are you kidding? It doesn't get in our way and furthermore I think it is
the hottest thing I've seen on a big man in a long time. You wear it
well and it looks like it belongs on you.  You may be a Master
underneath, but you've chosen to be a slave like me. Your Master put
that in your nose to wear with pride and to control you. You should be
proud of that ring. I wouldn't consider you for my Master if you got rid
of it; that's how hot I think you look with it."

"You mean if anything happened to my Master Red you might consider
me for your Master, that is if you weren't attached."

"Absolutely!  Who wouldn't want a giant Grizzly bear for a Master?"
I took another couple of good long strokes on him and went back to
sucking his sweet tit as he locked me into it. I began to fuck and ride
him pretty good. He lay back against the big pillows and my ass was
fully opened to him. He felt so good. I began slamming my ass to the
base of his bear shaft.

"It's time your Master took over the fucking, Cub. I'm gonna' show you
how I take care of my Master and would take care of you if'n you were
my slave-cub." He pulled out of me and flipped me over on my back. He
easily raised my legs to his big chest as he positioned his big
mushroom head at my rosebud. He let his body weight slam his big
dick to the base of my ass as he leaned forward. He filled me
completely as my brain went to into fucking gear.

He felt wonderful. He knew I was all ready dilated and began to use my
ass for his pleasure. He knew how a Master should use and fuck his
slave. I wondered how he got away with it with his Master.

Who cared? I was getting what I needed and so was he. When he
pulled that big thing all the way out, re-split my ass, and firmly sunk it
all the way, I thought it would never stop sliding into my butt.

Griz was like riding the ultimate cock. He was big, long and filling. He
gave the term deep fucking new dimensions. He would be able to plant
his seed deeper in me than even Leon could. He truly was going where
no man had gone before.

After he finished, and shot one hell of a bear load up my ass, I wasn't
real sure he was a man. He growled, chewed on my ears, drooled on
my face as he lost all control of his salivary glands. 

His brain went into bear mode as he was fucking me and I have never
been more convinced that I was actually being fucked by a large
animal. I was loving every minute of it but he was hitting something
inside that started me climbing up the hill to comesville.

"Master," I groaned , "I'm getting close and I don't know if I can hold
it."

"Get it, Cub! Your Master is ordering you to go with him 'cause,...
he's... gonna'....  AArrug..uuhhhh!!! Oh, sweet Jesus! Get it,
slave-cub."

I shot and shot and shot again. He didn't slow his fucking and I thought
for a minute I was going to have to grab  his nose ring to slow him
down when he finally started to ease off. I could still feel him emptying
way up inside of me his hot bear come. Not just a few squirts but I
could feel major flow into my ass.

The big man was filling my ass with his seed. We lay there together in
the afterglow.  It was the strangest thing.  I could smell his healty
male oder from his body's sexual excitement and release but on top of
all the human/animal smells came the faint scent of roses.  Yes,
definitely roses.

I bathed him and know we didn't use highly perfumed soap.  We used
ivory and it doesn't smell like roses.  I know he didn't put any after
shave or toilet water on.  I was with him every minute but still the
smell of roses and it got stronger.

I quietly thanked him for such a great fucking and appreciated him
spilling his seed in my ass. I told him how honored I was. He was
breathing comfortably as he took my head, pulled it towards his chest
and hooked me onto one of his big teats again.

We lay there for half and hour or more, maybe more, locked together
like two dogs with me sucking away on his big bear teat. He began to
give way to more of the sweet white fluid. Man milk, or maybe it was
bear milk but it tasted like sweet milk. The more I sucked the more he
released to me.

"Are you controlling the flow, Master?" I whispered to him.

"Yeah,   you like bear milk, doncha, Cub?"

"Fuck, yes, Master Bear! Please, please,   give your cub some more."

"I went back to sucking and this time I started massaging his big
pectoral muscle to get more flow. He gave me much more flow and I
was gulping the good warm milk down. He moved me to his other teat
and it was like a fresh cow.

I got more of it but it began to have a funny affect on me. It started
making me relaxed and sleepy. It was like drinking a strong
tranquilizer. I wanted more but I had to stop. He felt me go limp in his
arms and knew what happened. He gently and slowly started to eased
out of me as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Am I a' hurt'n you, Cub?"

"No, Master Bear, I'm just sad you're leaving my ass. It'll feel so
empty. I've enjoyed having you up there inside of me but I have your
seed up there to wear all night so that makes me happy." He kissed
me gently and this time he moved his ring out of the way.

"I could leave it in all night, if'n you like, Cub?"

"Could you rest that way, Master Bear?"

"Sure, if I need to turn over, I'll just hold on to you and turn us
together."

"Then, please, put it back, Master." He smiled at me, kissed me again
gently and held me tight as I felt him work that huge thing all the way
back up inside me. It felt like it belonged there and I new the bear milk
was going to put me out any moment.

My ass would have the comfort of his big, filling,  bear dick to chew on
all night. The thought made me hard again and he felt it against his
belly.

"So you like my nose ring, Cub?"

"One of the best things about you, Sir. Your Master knew what he was
doing and you should wear it with pride the rest of your life. It's
become a part of your personality and it makes you the slave or Master
you want to be."

"Never thought of it that way, Cub, you may be right. Can I hold you
tight, tonight, Cub?"

"Sure, Master Bear, but please be aware I suffer post traumatic stress
syndrome from Nam and I may wake up screaming and not know
where I am. Just hold me so's I don't hurt myself.  Make sure you're all
the way inside me, and call my name, Cowboy or Billy, and I'll slowly
wake up."

"You poor baby-cub." He pulled me to him and the way he said it and
the way he took a good stroke in my butt made me lose it. I turned into
him and cried my heart out onto his big bear chest. He soothed and
petted me and asked if he could do anything for me.

"No, Sir, just fuck me a little more with your big, bear dick and I'll tell
you what's bothering me. Yeah, oh yeah! That's so good, Big Bear.
Another one please, oh yeah! That was a good one, thank you, Sir. You
have to know sooner or later, Master Griz. The real reason we came
here to visit."

"I ain't as dumb as I look, Cub. Your Master has something bad to tell
his big brother, my Master."

"That's exactly right, Master.  I don't know how to tell you but just say
it right out." I hesitated for a moment.

"Take your time, I've got you, no harm's gonna' come to you in these
arms." I cried some more and finally got it out.

"My Master's dying, Griz.  He has an inoperable brain tumor that's
growing every day. We found out about eight months ago but we've
been touring the U.S. and he didn't want to tell his brother until he had
a month or so left.

He may have less than that we just don't know.  He didn't want to
tell him too soon 'cause my Master didn't want his brother worrying
about him for too long."

"Isn't there anything they can do for him?"

"No, it spread so far by the time the symptoms began to manifest
themselves it was too late. He's beginning to show signs the end may
be near but as strong as I try to be for him, I just don't know if I can
say goodbye. I'll have to, I know, but I love him so much." I started
crying in Griz's big arms again. He stroked and petted me.

"There, there, poor baby-cub, that's a shocker to hear. My Master will
be devastated. If I can do anything, Baby Bear, please let me know. I'm
all ready fond of you, Cowboy. I know it's not to be between us but I
would make you my slave in a minute if'n I could. I'd challenge any
other man who wanted you to a fight to the death." I smiled to myself
thinking about poor Dan Yates.

"Well, you're right,  it can't be, Big Bear-man, there's another loving
Master who's waiting for me to become his slave if something happens
to my Master. He's the dad of the man who was my buddy in Nam.  I
loved him very much.  He gave his life for me.

His dad, Dan Yates, has waited almost three years for me to come to
him and I want to serve him. I can dream of having you as a Master
someday. I'd be right proud to serve and take care of you."

"I know Mr. Yates, Billy. My Master and I stayed with him and his boy
Buck several times. My Master and Mr. Yates don't know it but Buck
and I made love. He was a wonderful young man. I loved him so much.
It tore me apart when I heard he was killed in Nam.  You must have
loved Buck a lot?"

I started crying again and told him my story of going to Nam with Buck
and him being killed saving my life. The big bear was in tears, too.  We
kissed and I suddenly became very sleepy.

"Master Bear, does bear milk make you sleepy?"

"Every time my Master can't sleep I have him suck some out of me and
he
goes right to sleep. He sleeps so peaceful all night he never wakes up
until morning. You've had enough to knock you out for two days but
you need
it after what you just told me. I think you should even have a little
more. I've got quite a bit left and my body just makes more.  I think it
has something to do with a steady diet of bear's milk the winter I was
thrown out by my old man."

He took his big paw and hooked me onto one of his big brown teats as
I lay comfortably in his furry arms. I sucked and drank more of his
sweet bear milk as I again massaged his pec to make the milk flow
faster. The last I fremember was him moving my head to his other big
teat.

I woke once during the night when the big bear pulled me tighter to
him and reseated his big dick deep in my butt. I never slept so warm,
full and relaxed since I'd been back from Nam.  He threw a light
comforter over us and I felt secure and comfortable in his big arms. He
never let me go all night. I awoke the next morning with light
streaming into the room feeling his big dick growing in my butt filling
me to the max.

I found my giant ring-nosed bear sitting up on one elbow looking at me.
I looked into his deep set, beautiful, brown eyes. They were sad but
loving. I reached up with my hand, gently lifted his nose ring out of the
way and kissed him as I wiggled my ass as far down his shaft as I
could. The big son of a bitch blushed. I couldn't believe it. He had the
heart of a school boy with a crush.

"You've been good to me, Big Bear. Thanks for sharing your man milk
with me last night. I haven't slept that sound and untroubled since I
got back from Nam."

"Awh, t'weren't nothing, Little Bear. Felt good having you suck it out of
me. I don't know what makes me produce the stuff but sometimes it
builds up in there. You did me a favor, you almost drained me. You
were sucking and  kneading my chest after you were sound asleep. 

Never had nobody do that before. You were like my baby cub I was
feeding. You captured my heart last night, Little Cub. I've always
dreamed of having a little brother cub who I could take care of and
would love me for who I am, a big ugly bear.

I don't want to let you go but I know we'll see each other again.  I
hear's voices sometimes, Little Bear, and they's tell me we'll be
together one day.  I want what we had last night to be good memories. 
Ugly s'iam, I want you to like me.  Ugly folks don't get to love too
much; don't get much love offered them.

You didn't just freely give of yourself last night you washed my spirit in
your love.  I know's angels walk this Earth.  God sent me my big
momma bear to save my life.  She was an angel and he sent me you
too.  He sent me you to show me not to expect love but be grateful
when it comes my way. "

"I do like you Master Bear but I ain't no angel.  My memories of last
night are wonderful, I guarantee you.  I won't gain say no man what
might hear the voice of angels of God himself.  If'n I did I'd be denying
my own experiences and have to check myself into mental hospital.

Not to worry, Big Man.  You have me where you want me; right in a
corner of your big heart.  Think I might talk you into a little more
cowboy butt, Master Bear?  I'd really like to feel that big piece of bear
meat fucking me again.  Makes me wanna' scratch behind me ear with
me foot just think'n 'bout it."

J'ever hear a bear bellow?

"I'd love to fuck you again but Master's all ready opened the door once
to see if you were awake and I waved him away. He's downstairs
getting breakfast so we better get in the shower and get cleaned up."

"You let me worry about that, Big Bear. I'll tell him it was my fault
'cause I ordered you to take me again and he told you to follow my
orders. Besides, you're all ready way up inside me and you got me
primed for a good bear fuck'n."

"He did say that, didn't he, Cub? I really need to fuck you good this
morning, for both of us. That hungry little ass of your's is ready for a
big bear load. I can feel it trying to suck it out of me. Lay back, relax,
slave-cub, and let Master Bear do us some good."

He worked me up slowly until he was riding me harder than he did the
night before. My ass was giving way to his persistent onslaughts of
long dickin' and hard riding. I opened up to him like a night blooming
Cirrus that had only one evening to share it's beauty with the world. I
couldn't even tighten my muscle anymore for him.  My whole body
bloomed for him as he was determined to leave me with all his honey.

All of a sudden he hit something deep inside me that made my whole
body start to vibrate; F-sharp major .  He new I was near and ordered
me to come. I didn't have to ask instructions how to get there as I let
go a huge volley into his fur and once again I felt him emptying his big
bear load, all his stolen honey,  deep into my ass.

It felt warm and wonderful as he shot volley after volley of his hot bear
come further in me that any man before. It felt like he was filling my
tank with his fluids. He was more than a little pleased he gotus off
butseemed a little nervous and frustrated.

"What's a' matter, Big Bear? You done us good, why the worried face?"

"I can do better and you didn't get all my honey. I could have given you
a lot more to carry around in you today. I wanted you to have all of
me."

He meant it as an act of bonding; an expression of love he felt for me;
as an honor for me to carry as much of his seed in my gut as he could
pump into me. I shared his concern. Somehow, it suddenly became
important that I help this gargantuan tri-ped to insure his gift was
complete.

"Come, then, Master Bear, I'll suck you off in the shower."

I don't think he believed me. I skinned his big foreskin back, started
going down on him and about the fifth try to take him as far down my
throat as I could he shot one hell of a load in my mouth. I sucked it
down as greedily as my ass took it. He moaned, growled and pitched
his hips forward as he shot several times into my waiting mouth. He
had his own distinctive flavor. He tasted like bear. A wild masculine
taste flavored with clover honey. All bear's love clover honey.

"Now,  you have all of me, Cub. I can become a part of you now." He
held me close under the hot water of the shower and continued to
moan and growl as he once again felt every part of my body. It was
like he was blind and trying to memorize me by feel.

He gently raised his nose ring and I put my face up to his for his kiss.
He was sweet, gentle but underneath a controlled beast. I could love
this man deeply. I knew someday I would.  I think I all ready did love
him.  I know he could love me deeply; he did, twice.

I bathed him and washed every part of his big body. He even let me
clean his ass with my fingers and some soap.  He laughed at me for
being so gentle with him as I toweled him dry. A chore which took
three giant size bath towels to accomplish. His hairy body just held the
water.

I took my hair dryer and blew him dry. He loved that, especially when I
rubbed his big bear back as I was drying his fur. I had some Johnson's
baby powder I kept in my small, black toiletry bag and lightly powered
his big body. He smelled and looked wonderful. He was fluffed and
lightly powdered. 

He looked, for all the world, like the meanest, anatomically correct,
teddy bear any little boy or girl might wish to have on their bed to keep
them safe at night. I helped him get dressed and with one last kiss we
headed for the door.

"You can't call me `Master Bear' outside this room, Bear Cub."

"I know, Master Bear." I got to my knees and kissed his big boots and
found his eager hand waiting. I gently kissed the back and placed it to
my forehead.

"Rise, brother Cub, and give me a good morning kiss." He had tears in
his big brown eyes. "I love you, Cowboy."

"I love you, too, Griz." We went downstairs with me leading him,
holding his giant paw. We came into the room where our two Masters
were. They saw us holding hands and smiled to each other.

I went to Red and knelt in front of him and kissed his boots. We went
through the ritual; I hugged and kissed him good morning. Big Griz did
the same with Bro. Red, his Master.

"He take good care of you, Young'un?" Bro. Red asked me.

"The best of care, Master Red." I went to him, knelt in front of him and
kissed each of his boots. He went through the ritual with me.

"Rise, Cowboy and show this Master your love." I threw my arms
around him, hugged and kissed him. He didn't hold back and put a
great deal of affection in his kiss.

"Damn, little brother, you ain't had no slave in years but when you
decided to take one you chose the pick of the litter."

"He is kinda pretty, ain't he Bro?" Red joked with his brother,"You'n
nat bear, rodeo last night, Cowboy?  Did you get all fifteen inches of
that big bear's meat up your little chute last night?" My
Master joked with me.

"He did indeed, Master. Slept all night riding that big thing.  Once I
climbed in his saddle I weren't gonna' get off after no eight seconds; I
guaran-damn-tee ya'!  I wouldn't let him take it out. I felt like a flag
pole sitter that farted. I ordered him to fuck me good again this
morning and sucked him off once in the shower. For the next two
weeks you're gonna' have to fuck me two times in a row, maybe slap
me around a little to hurt me,  to satisfy me."

Red howled with laughter so did Bro. Red.  The bear-man blushed.

"And, what do you have to say for yourself, Big'un?" his Master asked
him.

"Thank you, Master, for letting me take care of Cowboy; and, thank you
Master Red for trust'n me with him. He's a wonderful young man who's
thoughtful and kind. I love him, Master."

I was shocked Griz would be so bold with his Master.   Bro. Red walked
over to the big man and put his arms around him.

"Glad to hear that, slave, I can't help but love him, too; glad he was
good to you. For all the shit I give you, you know I love you."

"I know, Master, but Cowboy don't think I'm ugly."

"I don't either, you big Ox! I love you just the way you are. Holy shit,
you smell good this morning." Bro. Red sniffed around Griz's neck.

"Cowboy bathed, dried and powered me, Master Red. He done a good
job, too, did' nee?"

"Wonderful job!  I can see the two of you bonded pretty well; that's
good."

I was glad to see Bro. Red knew when Griz needed some love and
encouragement. Griz got the biggest smile on his face and I winked at
him. He blushed again. He won my heart.

We had breakfast and not a word was said about Booger and his
brother having a conversation. Griz and I looked at each other. I knew
he was wondering, too. I gave Griz a look of, 'Well, let's just be patient
and see what happens.'

I winked at him.  He picked up on my signal and nodded in agreement.

I've never seen a man put away as much food as Griz. Even my Master
was stunned. I guess big men need a lot of food. He wasn't particularly
over weight. In fact he was quite trim and had the abs of an eighteen
year old. I couldn't tell how old he was but I would guess him to be
about six or seven years older than me. Maybe, like dogs and cats,
bears age at a different rate. Who knows?

Later that morning Bro. Red and I had a few minutes alone while Red
was showing Griz something about our bikes.

"Will you let me know when he starts getting bad, Son?"

"You don't have to ask, Master. You know I will. I'm gonna' need all the
love and support I can get. I don't think I can say goodbye to him,
Master Red." I turned and started to the house because I started
feeling my eyes start to tear. He followed me and took me in his arms.

"Thank, God, he's got someone like you, Cowboy. Someone who loves
him and will stick with him to the end. I can't imagine him trying to go
though something like that alone.   You know he's independent as hell
but I think he's getting frightened.  He told me of the signs.

He spoke your name in reverent tones last night when he told me you
two had no choice in the matter of your love. He said a higher power
told you, you had to be with him. He broke up in my arms telling me
how much he loves you and how grateful he is to have you by his side.  

He told me this year with you, these months touring with you and your
cousins, has been the greatest year of his life. Do you have any idea
where he wants to spend his last days?"

"He mentioned either Master Walker's or my dad's place in Mason. I'd
rather him be at the Johnson Ranch because of the close proximity to
the greater Dallas/Ft. Worth area medical centers. Or even Los Angeles
to be near the doctor's at U.C.L.A. medical center. They were the ones
who diagnosed his condition. I don't really know for sure, Master. How
are you taking the news?" I asked looking into his eyes. He breathed
deeply and exhaled slowly.

"Not too well, Son. He's my baby brother and I practically raised
him since he was seven years old. We've been close for years;
although, in the last several years he's been on that damn bike so
much I don't get to see him very often.

I'm surprised he stopped by here. He can be an ornery, independent
cuss when he wants to be and he gets pissed at me.  I love him and I'm
over protective, I know;  but, Goddamn it, Billy, he's my only baby
brother."   I held Bro. Red as he let it all out in my arms.
"I read all about the two of you saving that Arab Prince's life. He told
me you saved his life this year and clipped the varmints what were
gonna' do him in.  I've always thought you were a fine, talented, young
man, Cowboy, but I have a lot more respect for you after he told me
that, Son.

You'n your uncle have always been tops in my book but the way my
little brother told me that story last night, he had us both laughing.  He
gave me a blow by blow account of how you came to his rescue and
the look on that little queen's face when you took after him.   Laughed
my ass off.

He was dead serious when he told me he owed you his life. He spoke
of you and the way you handled the situation in reverent tones. He said 
he thought you'd a' killed that little 'scooter trash' if'n he hadn't
begged you, then ordered you not to as his slave; said he'd want you
covering his back in any fight.

He worships the ground you walk on, Cowboy, and I can't say's I'm far
behind him in that feeling. Now, you got a giant bear in your corner,
too." he laughed to lighten the mood.

"It would seem big Griz and I bonded last night, Master Red. I fell in
love with him. He was right.  I don't see him as ugly.  I see him as a
man is supposed to look. He's like your brother is to me, a magnificent
beast. You're one lucky man to have won him in that card game."

"He thinks I don't know he cheated to let me win." Red kinda giggled.

"I can't say, Master Red."

"You do love him, Cowboy. I know damn well he told you and you won't
betray the big man's trust. I like that, Son, tell's me a lot about you. I
don't expect you to betray mine either, just thought you'd find it
amusing. I love him more'n I let him know. He hopes to make some
slave a fine Master one day but he needs a bit more training as a slave
to knock off some rough edges.

To be honest, I don't know if he could survive out there as a Master.
He needs more control than he realizes. However, for any of his faults,
which be damn few,  Griz has the heart of a protective mother Grizzly.
The big son of a bitch has saved my life five times. You have to love a
man who will put his life on the line to save yours. You put your's on
the line for my brother and I love you for that."

"Well, I didn't do nothing special. It was five against one and I just
evened the odds a little with a sturdy chunk of two by three; worked
right nice to calm them ole boys down. Then Red and I gave three of
'em an attitude adjustment." I grinned real big as he laughed at my
obvious oversimplification of the facts.

Red and I stayed one more evening with his brother and Griz.  We were
together that evening and I talked with him.

"How did your talk with your brother go, Master?"

"Lots of crying and holding each other. Then I fucked the snot out a'
him." Red laughed, "I'm exhausted and need some tender loving care
from my slave boy."

"You got it, Master.  Anything you need, I'm here."

"We need to get out of here tomorrow. I love my brother but he can be
overpowering. He's a strong figure of a man. While he can be kind and
giving he also can be demanding and controlling. I've always been a bit
intimidated by him.  I owe him a lot.

I let him push me around and tell me what to do so's not to argue. I
don't feel comfortable around him when he starts telling me what to
do. He thinks that's still his job as my big brother and, is a way, it is; 
however, that's when I start to itch and hear the road calling my name,
Son.  Besides, to be honest, I miss Boots and Sonny. I thank God he
gave us those two men to love and lean on during this tour. They mean
a lot to me, Cowboy."

"I know they do, Master.  I look upon Boots as my big brother and
Sonny as my little brother. I love them both. I've never regretted a time
you decided to swap slaves. You're a good Master, Red. Not only to me
but Sonny and Boots as well. You kept your promise to me and never
let things get out of hand. I've never minded sharing you with Sonny.

I have to laugh at him the next day after his been with you. He's in
another world. He don't talk about it much. We decided not to compare
notes. I'll be sitting quietly next to him and he'll sigh deeply then
barely say under his breath,

"Fucked my ass four times last night,---- every damn one was harder
and more demanding than the one before.   Son of a bitch,---- if'n my
ass ain't sore. Now I know what you mean, Brother. Every time a pain
shoots through my butt I think of the feeling I had when our Master
was getting himself some of the best stuff up there making it feel
really good; using my slave ass, taking all he wanted.

Every time I feel it hurt a little, I quietly thank our Master out loud and
swear that shooting pain's the best fucking feeling I ever had in my
life. Damned, if it don't feel good, Cowboy!"

He's smile sheepishly at me then we'd break up laughing.

"Well, I can tell you one damn thing, Cowboy."  Red smiled at me, "My
brother's in love with you. He thinks your shit don't stink. I assured him
it does. However, for all the things I done to fuck up my life, he thinks
talking you into being my slave is the jewel in my crown. Don't agree
with my brother about much but I have to admit, he's right, you know?"

"Hell, you didn't have to do much talking, Red. I've thought some about
that and have to give my Master his due. You were pretty damn smart."

"How's that, Darlin'?"

"You let that old dick of your's do most of the persuading." Red started
laughing until his brother came to see if he was okay.

"Damn you, Cowboy. You always can get a laugh out of me at my
darkest moments. Life with you's been a lot easier `cause a' that. You
don't let me take myself too seriously. I love you, Billy."

"Well, I share that feeling only I love you more."

"Un-unnh!" he growled shaking his head 'no' with a big grin on his face
and a twinkle in his eye.

"Un-huh!" I replied emphatically shaking my head 'yes' with a smug,
self-satisfied grin.  He raised his big arm in mock anger to backhand
me.

"You'd better cut that out, Young'un! You know what that leads to and
I all ready got me a stifter thinking about it. I don't think my brother or
Griz is ready for one of our 'Red gets his Gunn' sex-scenes." I was
laughing as he took my hand and placed it on his cod piece. Damned, if
he weren't telling the truth!



End Chapter 21~ Booger Red & Cowboy
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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