Date: Mon, 10 Jul 2006 05:52:53 -0500
From: Herb Cat <herb_cat@lycos.com>
Subject: A Generous Soul

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A Generous Soul

A lotta people figure Hal for a mean son-of-a-bitch. After all, he looks
tough in his leather gear and the way he talks about his four slaves, that
they're just four piles of jackal shit, it makes you think he's a real
misanthrope. But, hell, I'm his next door neighbor -- he calls me his Mate
-- and I know for a fact that Hal, despite his seemingly sadistic demeanor,
is the most generous soul I know.

Like the other day I was sitting with him in his living room drinking his
beer. I had my feet up on one of his naked slaves, georgieboi, who was
crouched in front of me like a fuckin ottoman. Hal was telling me how the
Bible says, "Every one to whom much is given, of him will much be
required." He told me how fortunate he is, that he has all the things he
needs, and so he wants to share what he has with others. He is amazed at
how selfish some people can be. Then he noticed that georgieboi was
starting to sag a little under my boots so he kicked his ass, and
georgieboi got back into position. "Sorry about that, Mate. Hate to see
you uncomfortable."

Just then the doorbell rang, and little timmy ran to open the door. It was
Frank from around the corner. "Hey, Frank, come on in and join us for a
beer. I'll call another footstool in here."

"No thanks, Hal. I won't interrupt." Frank looked kind of stressed out,
all het up like. "I just came over to borrow something, if you don't
mind."

"Sure, Frank, mi casa su casa. What do you need?"

Frank glanced at the two naked slaves in the room and said, "I need an ass
something bad."

"Hell, no problem." Then he dismissed little timmy and shouted for toni
to get his naked ass in here. Now that's just what I mean. Hal could have
lent any one of his slave asses to Frank, and I'm sure Frank would have
been content, but he gave him toni who everyone knows has the most talented
fuckhole of the bunch!

Frank went off with the loaner, and Hal continued our conversation. "Frank
looked desperate, didn't he? He's probably going to fuck that thing long
and hard all afternoon. But nothing to worry about. He always returns my
stuff in good condition. You know what Jesus said in the sermon on the
mount, Mate?"

"No, Hal, you tell me."

"He said, `Give to the one who asks you and do not turn away from the one
who wants to borrow from you.'"

"Good advice. I'll try to remember that."

"Say, I see you finished your drink." Hal then yelled out to the kitchen,
"blackie, what the fuck are you doing?  My Mate here needs another beer."
blackie came skipping in with two fresh beers for us, then bent over so Hal
could whack his poor ass. blackie stood beside his Master waiting for
orders. "Hey, Mate, you need a fuck or anything?"

I glanced at blackie's bubble butt and his big dark sausage, and thought
about it. "No, not right now. But thanks for the offer, Hal. Maybe I'll
take a rain check."

"You got it, Mate, any time. Mi casa su casa." He dismissed blackie, who
probably had chores to finish in the kitchen.

I noticed a bandaid on georgieboi's arm. Hal explained, "Yeah, I donated
blood this morning. I go down to the clinic every week and donate a pint of
my slaveblood. It's so important. Otherwise, they'd be buying more blood
off of crack addicts and like that. They know my four slaves are
healthy. They can trust me to give them good clean stuff." I wondered to
myself if the loss of blood was the reason georgieboi began to droop
earlier.  I decided to take one foot off his backside.

Hal went on, "I also filled out four organ donor cards at the clinic. Told
them that if any poor bastard comes in and needs a cock transplant, I got
four right here that ain't being used. Someone may as well get some use
out of them." I noticed georgieboi closing his eyes. Then I thought about
the lucky hunk who might get blackie's sausage some day. "So far, they
haven't called. You know, they gotta match blood types and all, but I bet
eventually they'll need one. You know in the city there are gunfights and
knife attacks. Some guy's gonna end up getting his pecker shot off or
mangled or something. It'll make me feel damn happy to know I could give a
guy back his fucker. A man without a fucker ain't worth jackal shit. The
Good Book tells us to take care of those in need." You see what I mean,
Hal just doesn't have a selfish bone in his body. How many guys you know
who'd give up a cock if he's asked?

Hal has a particular interest in the clinic, and in transplants, because he
was a doctor himself. Had a lucrative career in plastic surgery. Nose jobs
and tummy tucks for wealthy clients. He took great pride in his work. Never
left a visible scar. He invested his money wisely, made a killing, and
retired at a young age, with enough funds to meet all his needs, as he
said, which included maintaining his stable of four slaves.

little timmy is the newest. About a year and a half ago, Hal was at his
favorite BDSM store picking up some whips and clamps and asking about any
new merchandise. The proprietor told him about a friend who was working on
an electric device similar to, but less expensive than, the TENS. But it
was not being marketed yet because it had never been tested on human
subjects. Hal offered to test the item in the name of research.  So a few
days later, with raymond strapped to a cross, Hal experimented with the new
device. First he applied current to raymond's ankles and got an amusing
reaction, an uncontrollable jump. Hal tried other appendages and eventually
stuck one probe up raymond's ass and clipped the other to the balls. When
the current was applied, the reaction was not as amusing. Hal shut it off
quickly, but raymond's balls had already been singed. He couldn't sit for
a week, and never got full control of his bladder function. Unfortunately,
raymond was damaged goods and Hal had to dispose of him. It was too bad,
because raymond was well trained, valuable property. But Hal was still
happy to help a friend of a friend in the advance of technology. He said he
was glad no one had paid good money for this implement before it was
perfected. At least no harm had been done. Yep, Hal is generous to a
fault. That's when he got little timmy, and under Hal's training, this
one will soon be as valuable as raymond.

One night I met a guy at the bar named Ronny and we got to talking. He
learned I lived next door to Hal. It seems last year, Hal had hired him and
his buddy Harold to paint the waiting room at the clinic. "Hal donated all
the paint. He hired us for the weekend when the clinic was closed, but he
told us not to rush, that it was important to do the job properly. The
first morning, he showed up and verified that we had everything we
needed. He gave us his cell number in case we ran out of anything. Then
before he left us for the day, he whistled and these four guys came
in. Hell, the four of them were buck naked!"

"His slaves," I said.

"Yeah, that's what we learned later. Anyway, Hal told us to use them
anyway we needed to help get the job done. Then he left. Well, I tell you
we didn't know what the fuck to make of it. Harold wondered if they were
there to spy on us. But we soon discovered they were very useful. We had
them moving ladders, putting dropcloths on furniture, stuff like that. We
told blackie to keep a coffeepot going. When we broke for lunch, little
timmy ordered pizza and when it came, he got the door. I think it must have
been a place they ordered from a lot cause the delivery boy didn't bat an
eye when this naked guy paid him. By then blackie had crouched down on his
hands and knees like a fuckin table and little timmy set the pizza box down
on blackie's back. georgieboi brought us cold beers from the ice chest and
then the four of them just waited while we ate. There we were sitting in
our paint clothes, staring down at blackie's big black buttocks. My face
was just inches from little timmy's dick. Harold kept looking at
georgieboi and toni. Finally he couldn't control it any longer and began
rubbing his crotch. I did the same and as soon as the pizza was gone, we
both slipped off our coveralls. I'm sure Harold was planning on wanking
just like I was. But we didn't get the chance. As soon as we kicked off
our pants and stood back up, we each had someone's mouth on our dick.
Damn, they were great cocksuckers. While little timmy and georgieboi
sucked, toni knelt down beside blackie and they both stuck their asses up
and waited. As soon as our cocks were fully primed, we pulled out of the
mouths and drove into the waiting assholes. I guess I was lucky, cause I
got toni's ass first. We fucked away, then traded and fucked again. By
then, little timmy and georgieboi had laid down on a couple of dropcloth
covered tables. We pulled out of the two doggies and got to work on the two
tables. toni and blackie helped by holding the ankles of little timmy and
georgieboi. I mean these guys were trained to please. We each had a chance
to fuck all four of them that afternoon."

Ronny went on, "Harold and I were spent, so we decided to sack out on
couches for a while. You know, those four naked bastards picked up rollers
and started painting, doing our fuckin work for us. `Hey, boys,' I said,
`not too fast. We're getting paid by the day here.' So they worked real
slow, real carefully. After resting, Harold and I picked up brushes and
began working again. Harold seemed to be over his concern about spies. He
thought we could use a little entertainment while we worked. For the next
hour or so, as we painted, Harold called out orders to the four slaves,
which they dutifully obeyed like robots. `georgieboi, wank your dick.'
`toni, stick your finger up your ass.' `little timmy, rim blackie's
asshole.' `Hell, this is better than a fuckin puppet show,' he said.

"'Yeah,' I told him, `like one of those call-in cam sites on the
internet. `Cept this one is free.' I started calling out orders
too. `georgieboi, suck on toni's toes, while he bites little timmy's
tits.' It was the damnedest fun. I think it actually helped us work
better. We made blackie wank until he was ready to cum, then we made him
stick it in toni's asshole. After he came, we made little timmy felch it
out of the hole.

"We asked them if they knew was snowballing was. Of course they
did. georgieboi and toni 69ed until they both had a mouthful of cum. Then
they passed it back and forth, mouth to mouth, until it had grown to the
size of a large cherry. We ordered toni to swallow it.

"Meanwhile, blackie was playing with little timmy's ass, sticking one,
two fingers in. Then the idea hit me. I took the paint brush in my hand and
shoved the handle up little timmy's ass. We told blackie and toni to grab
his shoulders and knees and hold him over the paint can. They adeptly got
paint on the brush, even wiped it off on the rim of the can, then picked
him up and painted the wall with him. Not the greatest paint job in the
world, but watching it for five minutes had us both in stitches.

Apparently, Ronny and Harold got the rooms all painted in a single
weekend. The rooms were bright and colorful on Monday morning when the
clinic reopened, and all the ladders and paint equipment had been cleared
out. Hal gave them their pay plus a fat bonus. He said he hoped the four
piles of jackal shit hadn't gotten in their way. Ronny assured him that
they were most helpful. He agreed with Harold that Hal is an extremely
generous soul. Of course, I have to concur.

A couple months ago, I had to visit my brother in Montana. While I was
gone, Hal sent blackie over each day to water my houseplants, collect my
mail, play with my dog, and pick up his shit. The dog was happy to see me
when I got back, but I think even he appreciated the dutiful attention he
got from one of Hal's slaves.

Later I was visiting Hal and I told him how I found his philanthropy a real
inspiration. In fact, because of his example, I'd decided I wanted to do
more for my fellow man. I volunteered to join an environmental group that
was cleaning up the river that Saturday. "Hell, that's great! Good for
you, Mate. I'm touched that you think I had inspired you to do this. Say,
tell you what. I'd like to help you out on Saturday if that's OK. Like
the Good Book says, `Freely ye have received, freely give.' When you get
ready to leave, toot your horn. OK?"

"Well, uh, sure, Hal. That would be great." See what I mean? Always ready
to go the second mile. On Saturday, I rose early, ate breakfast, showered,
dressed and was in my car by 6:30. I tooted like he asked, and waited for
him to send one of his slaves out. Maybe he'd even give me two for the
day. But when the door opened, instead of a slave, Hal himself came out to
my car.

"OK, let's go," he said as he climbed in.

"Really, but I thought. I mean I figured."

"What?"

"Never mind, I'm just surprised to see you, Hal. Surprised but pleased."

"Hey, Mate, I told you I'd give you a hand today. The Good Book says when
you make a promise, you better not break your it. I'm a man of my word."
He certainly is. Hal was willing to give up a day of luxury to go and
wallow in the muck down by the river. What a guy!

I explained that we'd been assigned a section on the western shore
starting at the old bridge and running downriver to where another group was
working. I parked by the side of the bridge and we got right to work,
hauling out tires, mattresses, box springs, a small refrigerator, bike
parts, and other assorted garbage and dragged it up to the side of the road
where a truck passed by each hour or so and collected the debris.

"I can't believe it," Hal said. "I just don't see how anyone could
abuse part of God's creation this way. They act like they was given this
here river for their personal toilet bowl. I wish I knew where one of these
guys lived. I'd send georgieboi and the others there to shit in his living
room. See how he feels about getting crapped on.  How can they be so
insensitive? This here's the good Lord's temple and these guys are just
desecrating it, just like old king Ahab. Sorry, I guess I sound like the
preacher, don't I, Mate?"

"You'd make a great preacher, Hal. You do seem to know a lot about the
Bible."

"Yeah, I try to let it guide my life, Mate. My favorite chapter is Psalm
112. When we get back, remind me to read it to you."

"Sure thing, Hal. I'd like that."

Hal and I made small talk as we worked. Discussed the Dodgers. The
weather. The new governor. He asked about my beagle, and I told him what
joy he is to have around. Worships the ground I walk on. I asked him if he
ever thought of having a dog.

"Nah, those four jackal shit slaves are enough trouble. You'd never guess
how much fuckin work they are to take care of. I got my hands full feeding
them, making sure they get their shots, training them, disciplining them,
keeping them busy, fucking their four asses every single fuckin day, making
sure they stay out of mischief. Mate, it's a fulltime job being a
slaveowner!"

"How come they never wear clothes?"

Hal looked at me like I had two heads. "You don't go putting pretty duds
on that mutt of yours, do you, Mate? I mean wouldn't that look plain
stupid?" I had to admit he had a kind of logic there. Hal usually found
the discussion of his slaves tiresome so he changed the subject: "So, tell
me, how was your trip to Montana?"

"It was great seeing my brother again. There was a big festival going on
over at Rock Creek Lodge. I had some of their Rocky Mountain Oysters."

Hal looked up from the exhaust pipe he was pulling on. "What the hell is
that?"

"You never heard of Rocky Mountain Oysters? They're bull
testicles. Really quite tasty."

"No shit. How do you prepare them?"

"Well, they dip `em in flour and a mixture of spices and deep fry
them. Then they serve `em with some hot sauce. Hmm, hmm. You gotta try
`em some time."

Just then, Hal let out a horrendous shriek. "Oh, Shit!!!!"

"Hal, what happened?"

"I guess there are water moccasins in this river. I just got bit," he
said, crawling up the bank.

I know water mocassins rarely bite but apparently Hal had reached down and
grabbed it like it was another tailpipe. He was probably distracted by my
Montana story.

"Oh, Hal. That's terrible. What do we do?" I was starting to panic, but
Hal's medical training took over. He showed me how to rip his sleeve, use
the cloth to put a temporary bandage on and then get him back to the
car. We sped off, but by the time we got to the hospital, Hal was losing
consciousness. The ER staff took over. He was given an IV with antivenin. I
waited nervously. After a couple hours, the doctor assured me Hal was going
to pull through, but he'd have to be admitted to the hospital for a few
days. He needed to rest.  Before I left, I went in to see him.

"Mate, you saved my life!"

"Hey, Hal, I only did what any friend would do."

"No, I'll always be grateful to you. Listen, I really hate to ask this,
you've done so much already, but I need your help."

"Sure, Hal, anything you want. You name it."

"Doc says I'm going to have to be here a while. I need you to keep an eye
on my jackal shit slaves while I'm gone. First thing, you got to explain
to them what happened and how I'll be back in a few days. Second, and I
really hate to ask this, Mate. ..."

"Come on, Hal, ask me."

"Well, my slaves each got to get fucked at least once a day. Else they get
ornery. I know it's a lot to ask, but you'd really be doing me a big
favor, Mate."

"You got it, Hal. No problem."

"You're a real friend, Mate. Whatever you want, it's yours. You saved my
life. I'd give you my left nut, you know that."

I drove home, checked on my dog, and then went next door. little timmy
opened the door. He looked real worried. I went in and gathered the four of
them. "OK, look, your Master's in the hospital. He was bitten by a snake
and it was pretty bad. We almost lost him." All four were whimpering as I
spoke. "But he's going to make it now. He just needs plenty of rest. He
asked me to watch you guys for him `til he gets home, and I intend to do
just as he asked. OK? Now, blackie, we'll start with you. Lay down on the
couch and spread those legs." As toni and georgieboi held his legs back, I
proceeded to pound his horny black ass. The first fuck accomplished, I went
about giving them orders to clean the house, do the laundry, tend the
grounds.  After an hour or so, my pecker was sufficiently refreshed to do
toni. And so the day continued, until all four slaves had had their fuck
for the day.

For the next few days, my routine was roughly like this. I got up and
dressed, and then go next door where toni had my breakfast waiting. The
other three were already busy vacuuming and mopping the floors. After
breakfast, I'd fuck toni and send blackie and little timmy next door to
clean my house, do my laundry, and take care of my dog. I'd then go in the
bathroom with georgieboi who'd prepare my toothbrush, run my bath, wipe my
ass, stuff like that. He'd kneel by the tub when I bathed and wash my
privates, then dry me off and get in bed with me for his fuck. After a
leisurely morning, -- leisurely for me, -- toni had my lunch ready. Then he
and georgieboi went next door to mow my lawn, and work in my garden, and
sent blackie and little timmy back home. I gave them their assignments and
then headed off to the hospital to spend visiting hours with Hal, who gave
me a long list of chores for each slave. He thanked me profusely for all my
help, and hoped they weren't giving me too hard a time. He instructed me
to whip their asses for any small infraction. Back at his house, I'd find
my supper waiting for me. I'd have one of them fetch my dog for me, then
I'd give them their new assignments from their Master and settle in for an
evening, prop my feet up on one of Hal's slave footstools, watch some porn
and pet the dog, while one of the slaves massaged my cock. Then I'd fuck
little timmy and blackie before calling it a day. If they got me excited
enough I was sometimes able to give one or more of them a second fuck, so
they tried their damnedest to keep my hormones going. Around eleven, I went
back home.

One evening, I happened to notice Hal's Bible beside my chair. I recalled
how he wanted to read me his favorite chapter when we got back from the
river, but of course, then he got bitten. Somehow, I remembered it was
Psalm 112. I knew nothing about the Bible, so I just opened it to the
middle and fuck, there were the Psalms! I located 112 and started
reading. I figured it might give me some insight into Hal's nature.

"Good will come to him who is generous and lends freely." Well, I'll be
fucked, that's Hal all right. His favorite saying is "Mi casa su casa."
Hal told me Jesus taught if someone asks you for your tunic, let him have
your cloak as well. Fuck, I think if I asked him to give me georgieboi to
keep, he'd probably throw in toni as well! I read some more: "He has
scattered abroad his gifts to the poor." Yep, that's Hal. The next line
says, "his horn will be lifted high in honor." Hell, if "horn" means
what I think it means, Hal's is lifted high often enough. LOL.

Hal eventually came home and again expressed his gratitude to me for taking
care of his stuff in his absence. I assured him it was no problem, although
I had discovered that keeping four slaves busy was indeed a fulltime
occupation. Hal insisted I had done him a huge favor. He kept maintaining I
had saved his life after the snakebite. For the next few weeks, he sent
blackie over to pick up dogshit, do my laundry, offer his asshole, whatever
I might need from him. blackie acted like he could never do enough to fully
repay my kindness to his Master.

Another week passed and then I got a knock on my door just before noon. I
figured it was blackie again, but when I opened the door it was Hal
himself. He was carrying a hot casserole. "I brought you a special lunch,
Mate. Something I thought you'd really enjoy!"

"Hal, you didn't have to do that."

"Hey, Mate. You saved my life. It's the least we could do." I took note
of the "we" in that sentence, because Hal never grouped himself with his
slaves in the same pronoun, but I didn't think much of it.

I got a plate from the kitchen, grabbed some beers from the fridge, and sat
down at my dining room table. Hal lifted the cover off the casserole and
the most delicious aroma filled the room. I glanced inside and examined the
contents with a ladle. "No, you didn't!" Hal smiled. There swimming in a
wonderful dark sauce were four lovely round meaty spheres. "Rocky Mountain
Oysters!"

"Nothing's too good for you, Mate."

"What did you do? Find a mail order place online that carried them?"

"Just go ahead and eat them. Let me know how they taste, Mate."

I spooned them on my plate and cut into the first one. They weren't as
large as the ones my brother served me, but when I tasted the first one, it
was delicious. I asked Hal to share them with me, but he insisted I eat
them all myself, so I did. They were truly out of this world.

"Hal, those were delicious!!"

"You really liked them?"

"They were the absolute best. Better than any I had up in Montana."

"Shit, we're so glad you liked them, Mate." Again the "we." Hal
whistled and my front door opened. In walked his four slaves with somewhat
concerned expressions on their faces. "Don't worry, boys, he said he
liked them." The slaves broke into big smiles and high fived each
other. They even started dancing around the table in jubilation. That's
when I noticed something peculiar. Their scrotums were hanging a little
funny. All four were off balance, drooping to the right. I asked blackie to
come over so I could examine him more closely. Sure enough, his left nut
had been surgically removed, although the suture line was invisible. I
checked out the other three and every one of them was the same. Hal had
said he'd give up his left nut for me. Actually he gave up four of his
nuts for me. I was so touched.

"Hal, you really outdid yourself this time."

"Nothing's too good for my Mate, ain't that right, boys?" They all
grinned and nodded. "You saved my life, Mate. Oh, and when you're ready
for another helping some time, Mate, there's four more where those came
from." Again, the slaves nodded. "After all, they're certainly doing me
no good where they are."

"I'll take a rain check, Hal."

"Fair enough, just give me a couple days notice."

Now, do you see what I mean? Hal is the most generous guy I know.