Date: Fri, 23 Sep 2005 21:25:36 -0700 (PDT)
From: Homer Rios <writerbear2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: "BECOMING A MASTER 10" MM+, Anal, Oral, SM, CBT, Raunchy, Bondage

BECOMING A MASTER 10
MM+, Anal, Oral, SM, CBT, Raunchy, Bondage, and more
HOMER RIOS
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Saturday, July 02, 2005

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Carlos came with me to the office a few months after
the house warming party to help me with a project that
I was supposed to be working on with a team, only to
have the team taken away from me because of supposed
budget issues.  I told everyone I hired him and he
will be paid out of my wages, which my bossed didn't
care as long as it was my money.  We worked well
together and were able to get the project completed in
half the time that I estimated-something my boss
enjoyed.

After finishing the project in three months and not
the six months that my boss told the client, I decided
to take Carlos out for dinner to celebrate a job well
done.  We had a great meal and great conversation,
which I usually don't get to do with him.  We were
friends, and not Master/Slave, which I liked better.
Our conversations went on for hours, especially after
we make love.  He's in my arms as he strokes my chest
and talking about various topics.  It truly was
heaven.

After dessert we decided to take a walk on the outdoor
mall that they replicated to make feel like a coastal
mall.  We walked slowly talking about almost anything
that came to our minds, laughing at stupid little
jokes, and generally having a good time.  After
midnight we finally headed home, it was late and we
needed to get our rest.

Driving up to the house I noticed that the front porch
light was off, Butch knew better than to turn the
lights off, and was ordered to stay in dog-mode while
we were gone.  Rather than parking in the garage,
Carlos and I exited the vehicle and headed to the
front porch, and saw that the front door was wide
opened.  Running inside, I found that everything was
in tact and that nothing was missing.

Getting worried, I started to whistle for Butch to
come to me.  Nothing.  I checked the cell and he
wasn't there, I checked the doghouse and he wasn't
sleeping there.  I started to get worried, as I
searched all of his favorite places to sleep.

Carlos came back into the great room where I was
sitting on the couch; he was worried too, especially
since the two started to get along well with each
other.  He sat on the ground next to my feet, and laid
his head on my lap, which I tenderly stroked.

"Where could he be?  You don't think he's run away?"

Carlos looked up at me, "Master Chang."

It wasn't a question more of an accusation; if there
were other Masters present I would have to discipline
him for suggesting such a thing about a Master.  He
was a slave and did not have the right to question
another Master, but in this situation I think it was
safe to say he was right.

"I don't think he would break into my house and kidnap
the bitch, but you make a valid point."  I said
stroking his head.

"What do we do?"  Carlos asked.

"I think going to the cops is out of the question, I
don't think that officer we met last week will be able
to help us much either."  I said.

"What about Master Frank?"

I pulled out my cell phone but didn't get an answer; I
left a message with an unidentified slave.  We walked
into my bathroom and got prepared for sleep; I had to
be at work for some meetings with clients, and a
department meeting.  None of which I wasn't too eager
to attend with this current crises happening.

The next morning I left orders with Carlos to phone me
with any news, but I didn't hear anything from him.  I
basically went through the motions during the rest of
the week.  I couldn't get my mind off Butch, even
though my relationship with him was not like Carlos, I
still had feelings for him.  Added to that I was
worried about him because of the state he was in.  I
knew that he was still not fully "sane" and didn't
want this kidnapping to scar him even more than he was
all ready.

Doubt started to run through my mind, regret that I
should have let Greg (the bitch) go back to his
original life and not keep him as a slave.  I kept
saying to myself that if I set Greg free he would have
had a better life now and wouldn't be in the situation
he is in now.

Throughout the week I called Master Frank, but never
got a call back, I even tried to call Master Chuck,
and some of the other masters, but didn't get an
answer.  I was getting worried; I didn't like the fact
that Butch has been gone for a week now.

Four weeks later, I got a call from Master Frank.  He
was his usual take charge self, and asked: "What is
the problem Enrique you sounded upset?"

"About four weeks ago sir, I came back from a business
meeting and found that my front door was forced
opened, nothing was missing, but Butch."  I said
concerned.

"The Man-Dog is missing?  You haven't called the cops
have you?"

"No sir.  I didn't exactly know what I would say to
them, but thought about you and maybe you could help
me out sir."

"Didn't Master Chang show interest in him?"

"Yes sir.  At the house warming party you and Master
Chuck attended."

"That's right.  Let me get on this and let you know
what is going on, okay?"

"Thank you sir I really appreciate it."  I said, not
knowing what I was going to do to repay him.

Carlos laid me down on the couch after helping me off
with my shirt, and began to massage my back.  He was
getting all of the knots out of my back and making me
relax getting my mind off of our man-dog.  Normally, I
would roll right over and take him in my arms and make
love to him, but tonight I fell asleep still upset
over the man-dog's disappearance.

Another four weeks go by, our lives was a bit more
empty without the man-dog around, but Carlos and I
still had our love for each other.  The worry, the
regrets, the doubt, and other emotions plagued me day
after day, until finally on the ninth week I got a
call from Master Frank.

"Master Frank!  What have you heard?"  I said without
greeting.

"Hello to you too.  Master Chang did indeed have your
slave, but give me another week or two and I should be
able to get him back to you."  He said.

"Thank you so much SIR, I really do appreciate it..."
I started, but was interrupted.

"No problem, Master Chang broke a sacred rule amongst
us Masters, he stole another slave.  I will be in
touch with you soon."  He hangs up.

I hung up the phone excited for the first time in a
long time, I will be getting Butch back and things
should return to normal.  I informed Carlos, who was
equally excited, and made ready to have a welcome home
dinner for him with all of Butch's favorite foods.
Carlos even suggested that perhaps the man-dog could
sleep in the bedroom for a couple of weeks too.  Hell
I was willing to let him stay in the house for the
remaining of the year; I was so relieved to get him
back.

About a week and half later, Carlos and I were
relaxing in the den watching a movie, when the
doorbell rang.  I got up and made my way to the front
door, I opened the door and to my surprise Master
Frank was standing there in his double-breasted suit,
looking good-looking as always.  He had a strange
smile on his face, but figured it was so that he had
good news for me.

"Enrique, you lucky son of a bitch!"  He said making
his way into the house uninvited.

"SIR?"  I asked I have been quite out of it over the
last couple of week, mostly beating myself up over
what could have been.

"Butch get your lucky ass in here boy!"  Master Frank
yelled out.

Carlos entered bowed to Master Frank, showing him the
proper respect, and looked at me.  After a few
seconds, Greg came walking into the entry hall in a
nice pair of khaki's and a white Polo top.  When he
saw me he ran over to me and hugged me, dropping to
his knees laughing and crying all at the same time and
kissing my shoes.

Carlos took Greg to the side, as I walked up and shook
Master Frank's hand; the words I wanted to express
would not or could not come to my lips.  I simply
reply.  "Thank You, Sir."

"You are very welcome boy, you deserve to have your
man-dog back."  He was smiling that wonderful smile of
his.

"How could I ever repay you for this?"  I asked.

"You don't!  It was my pleasure."  He said giving my
shoulder a squeeze.

"But I feel like I should..." I started.

"Nonsense, I am glad that you just came to me.  I will
have to be going I have a few matters to clear up
still.  (Start to turn to leave) Oh yeah, I had the
doctor look over him and he says that he is in perfect
health.  Master Chang didn't do anything wrong to him
and in fact treated him quite well.  Tip top shape
head to toe and no adverse psychological effects
either."   He reported before leaving.

"Man!"  Greg stood and got into the rest position,
"Are you hungry boy?"

"Yes sir."  He replied, with a huge smile.

"Good Carlos has been planning the menu for this day.
Carlos if you will do the honors?"

Carlos turned to get things ready in the kitchen,
while I took Greg into the bathroom.  I had him stripe
and get into the bathtub where I started to clean him
up and examine him to see what sort of condition he
was in.  All the modifications were still there and it
appeared that Master Chang didn't hurt him much.  I
dried him off, making over him for being gone from
home for so long, and I found that he genuinely liked
it.

We sat down to dinner, all of Butch's favorites, and
had a good dinner with three men talking and enjoying
each other company.  The two slaves cleaned up the
dishes while I changed for bed, I was tired (mentally
and physically) and Butch and Carlos were tired too.
I allowed them to sleep in bed with me that night.

Before I went to bed, Carlos was busy cleaning
something in the kitchen, Butch asked me:  "Master?
May I please go back to dog mode tomorrow morning?"

"I thought I give you a break from it for a while, but
if that is what you want tomorrow you will be in dog
mode until I order you to man mode again.  (A pause)
Is there a reason?"  I informed and asked the man-dog.

"No SIR, I am just more comfortable in the dog mode."
He explained as he curled up at the foot of the bed.

We fell fast asleep, only to be awakened at four in
the morning by a knock at the door.  Carlos got out of
the bed, putting on a robe, and answered the door.
Carlos summoned me to the door, which I walked to in
my shorts and nothing else.  Standing at the door was
one of Master Frank's slaves whose name escaped me at
the time.  He was dressed in tight jeans, and a white
t-shirt, and no shoes.  All and all he was one of
Master Frank's better-looking slaves.

Seeing me he kneeled in front of me and kissed my
foot.  I ordered him raise, just in case someone saw
him.  "What can I do for you boy?"  I asked.

"SIR!  I have been ordered by Master Frank to present
you with this package, I am to apologize for such late
delivery, but it was of the utmost importance to get
this to you."  He said producing a manila envelope
from a backpack.

He handed it to me and went into a parade rest.
"Thank you boy, you are dismissed."

He turned and left.  Leaving Carlos and me with the
envelope, which was heavy and packed tight.  Carlos
closed the front door and followed me into the
kitchen.  I sat down at the counter, getting myself
comfortable on the bar stool, and sat the package down
on the countertop.

"Carlos can you make some coffee?"

I pulled the contents out of the envelope: a smaller
envelope, a DVD disc, and a typed out letter.  I
placed the disc into the portable DVD player and
pressed the play button.  Master Frank's image
appeared on the twelve-inch screen, and began to
speak:

ENRIQUE, I WANTED TO LET YOU KNOW THAT MASTER CHANG
HAS BEEN PUNISHED FOR HIS KIDNAPPING OF YOUR MAN-DOG.
THE BOARD HAS SANCTIONED HIM AND YOU WILL GET YOUR
RESTITUTION WITHIN A SHORT PERIOD OF TIME.   I WISHED
I COULD BE THERE TO DELIVER THIS TO YOU IN PERSON BUT
I HAVE BEEN CALLED OUT OF STATES FOR SOME IMPORTANT
MEETINGS.  IN THE SMALL ENVELOPE IS EVERYTHING YOU
NEED TO DO IN ORDER TO COLLECT YOUR RESTITUTION.  TAKE
CARE MY FRIEND.

The screen went blank, as I placed the player to the
side of the counter and picked up the small envelope.
Inside was an application that wanted specific
information, etc.  I turned to the typed out letter
and read through it several times and found that all I
have to do is fill out the application and send it to
Master Frank and he'll take care of everything.

I started feeling out the information finishing it a
few hours later placing it in the envelope with Master
Frank's address and placed it in my mailbox.  Carlos
and I went back to bed without a word and waited for
morning to come wondering what sort of restitution I
will be getting, but finally coming the decision to
worry about it when the time comes.

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

Three weeks later I decided to take my two guys on a
vacation, I had two weeks of vacation coming to me and
instead of cashing it in I decided to take two weeks
off and relax.  What better place to do it than to the
beach?

We made it to a hotel early in the morning, having
everything all ready scheduled and paid for on-line.
The first day there we settled in and just enjoyed not
having to be at work or at another meeting.  I could
tell from the man-dog and Carlos that they were
excited about being out of the house.

That night the three of us went to dinner to a nice
little restaurant on the boardwalk and then took a
stroll.  Greg was enjoying himself, despite the fact
that he was uncomfortable in man-mode.  I enjoyed how
Greg and Carlos interacted with each other too.  They
were close with no more rivalry anymore; Greg showed
Carlos respect and treated him as a second master,
while Carlos treated Greg as if he was his own slave
(and a brother).

We got back late and woke up even later, but we were
on vacation and didn't care.  I got into my swim
trunks, and tank top packed up my backpack with a few
odds and ends, and filled up an ice chest that we
brought with us with some staples for an all day camp
out on a nude beach that I was told about.

Carlos sat up the tent, with it's little porch
overhang, then the three of us striped.  There were
not that many people on the beach, but from what I saw
there were various colors, and various shapes and
sizes walking around.  Luckily there were nothing but
guys around, a few women, but they were off in the
shade of a rock or something.

Carlos and Greg were playing fetch, Carlos throwing
the ball while Greg went and retrieved the ball.  We
laughed as the man-dog ran into the waves to retrieve
the ball on all fours.  Trotting back with the ball
between his teeth, and like a real dog refusing to
give the ball back to his owners, only to finally drop
the ball.

Carlos and I began splashing about the waves of the
ocean enjoying the water splashing onto us, as the
man-dog ran through the water tossing the ball up and
down into the air.  We were extremely happy
individuals with the only care in the world being the
three of us.  Carlos lost his balance and feel into
me, knocking me onto the ground.  Wave after wave
swept over us knocking him back onto me.

I just laughed as he and I embraced each other and
kissing each other passionately.  We didn't even break
the embrace as the waves hit us over and over again.
It was fantastic almost like something out of a movie.

Breaking the kiss, I ordered Carlos to follow me...We
walked back to the tent with hard cocks bobbing back
and forth in front of us.  We collapsed into the tent
kissing each other exploring each other mouths and
bodies.  A rustling from the flaps of the tent caught
our attention.

Looking up at the flap I saw Butch lying there
watching us getting intimate.  We ignored him and
continued with the exploration of our bodies.  Carlos
slide out from under me and then started to suck my
cock.  He got me harder than I have ever been before,
and then dropped down on my ridged cock.  He squatted
over me and started to bounce up and down on my cock.
I could feel the slave's ass juices sliding out of his
ass and dribbling down my cock and balls.  Butch came
over started to lick up the ass juices from the
sleeping bag and my ass and balls.   You could hear
him slurping and gulping his favorite liquid.

Within minutes I was shooting my load deep inside of
my slave's tight ass.  Pulse after pulse shot from my
ridge cock feeling him with his Master's cum.  Carlos
started to shoot his load all over my chest with some
of his yummy juices hit my face.   He started to rub
his cum into my body as he continued to bounce up and
down on my deflating cock.

I pulled out of him as he collapsed next to me.  Butch
comes over and engulfed my cock cleaning it of my cum
and Carlos's ass juices.  After he finished he fell
asleep between my legs with his head resting on my
groin area.

We got back to the hotel that night around five
o'clock and then spent a few hours in the rooms
Jacuzzi.  We were having fun and didn't want any of
this to end, but all good things must come to an end,
right?  With that said, our two weeks went by fast,
leaving us nice and refreshed and happy with our
lives.  Things were good and it didn't seem like
anything could screw things up for us.  How little did
I know?

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

Two weeks after we got back from the vacation, I came
home late from work.  There was an emergency meeting
about someone telling a customer that he wouldn't do
his web sites because his product was stupid and that
the requests that the individual wanted were not good.
 After three hours it was determined that we were
going to have to fire this individual.

"About time."  I thought to myself.

I could not believe that this employee was able to
continue when he has done the same shit several times
before.  At least he was being terminated and that we
have several people who could pick up his work that
were not that busy.  So it was all-good in my eyes.

Needless to say I was dog-tired when I entered the
house.  I walked into the kitchen and got myself a
beer from the refrigerator.  I made my way into the
den and flopped on to the couch.  Looking at the clock
I saw that it seven o'clock, Carlos knew that I was
going to be late and would be taking both of them out
to dinner tonight.   I downed the last of my beer and
walked into the bedroom wondering why I haven't been
greeted by either of my boys.

Looking into Carlos's room I saw that he was talking
on the phone.  Watching his body language I noticed
that he was not too happy.  I listened in not wanting
to scare him.

"I know mom but I have a life here now and the family
doesn't seem too happy with me anyway."  Carlos said
in a whisper.

I left the door giving him his privacy and went to the
bedroom to wait for him to tell me what was going on.
It did not take long he bowed at the door of my room
and came over to rub my back (I turned over for him).


"Sir I had a call from my mother."  He was telling me.

"I over heard some of it a while ago, what is going
on?"  I asked him.

He went on to explain that his father died of mass
heart attack, his brother's and sister's are in chaos
and his mother is breaking down.  His mother needs him
to come home and make the funeral arrangements for his
mother who does know what to do and siblings that are
completely lost.  He stated that the mother also
doesn't want to stay in the house by herself and
wanted her "mijo" to take care of her.

He lay down on my back placing his head against my
back and started to cry.  Ordering him to get up, I
had him lay down on my chest.

"What's wrong baby?"  I asked him stroking his
baldhead.

"I don't know what to do."

"You need to go and do it for her, she needs you."  I
said not really meaning it.

I wanted him to stay with me, but I am a strong
believer of family (even though my family isn't that
close) and this was definitely something he needed to
do to for his mother and family.

"What about you?"  He asked.

"I will be fine I have Butch.  I will miss you but you
need to do this for your family."  I said kissing him
on his forehead.

We spoke about it for the longest time, but in the end
Carlos made the correct decision. He will leave
tomorrow and start taking care of the family.  That
morning, we were up early, made love twice, cleaned
up, and had breakfast.

I walked him to the door, hugged and kissed him
good-bye.  He looked different clothed (even though I
have seen him clothed off and on), he had all the
ornamentation that he had when he first started on
with me, but now leaves with a few more and a necklace
with a padlock on it-I will always have the key to it.

He lingered at the door for a while, Butch whimpering
at his feet, he looked at me with tears coming out of
his eyes.  He bent down kissed Butch on the forehead
and then told me: "I will be back."

"I know you will be, and my doors will always be
opened."

He walked away and got into his car.  I watched as he
drove off and wondered to myself if I will ever see
him again.  I will miss waking up with him in my arms,
the taste of his body, the smell of his body, and
everything about him.  Looking down at the man-dog I
saw that he was crying.

"Man-mode."

He stood up as I closed the front door.  "I'll miss
him too."

I gathered him my arms and allowed him to cry.  When
he finished crying I took him into my bedroom.  I was
gathering him up into my arms, when the doorbell rang.
 I was excited, thinking it would be Carlos coming
back to see me, but when I got there it was one of
Master Frank's slaves.

"SIR!"  He started bending down and kissing my shoes,
"I have been ordered to deliver this to you."

He handed me an envelope and left.  Butch came into
the entry hall looking somewhat confused, he was back
in dog-mode-he prefers it.  I walked to the den and
sat down to open up the envelope.  Inside was a letter
from Master Frank.

SORRY THAT I CANNOT GIVE THIS TO YOU IN PERSON, BUT
BUSINESS CALLS.  YOUR RESITUTION IS AS FOLLOWS: (1)
MASTER CHANG WILL BE EXCOMMUNICATED FROM THE MASTER
GUILD, (2) YOU WILL RECEIVE $500,000 WHICH WILL BE
PLACED IN THE ACCOUNT THAT I SET UP FOR YOU, AND (3)
YOU WILL HAVE $50,000 EVERY YEAR PLACED INTO THIS
ACCOUNT BY MASTER CHANG FOR EIGHT YEARS.  I SUGGEST
THAT YOU GET ALL OF THE ACCOUNT INFORMATION SETTLED
(SEE INSIDE ENVELOPE) ASAP.   TAKE CARE FRIEND.

I looked over at Butch, who was lying at my feet, and
told him what happened.  He just smiled, but put his
head down.  I opened up the other items in the
envelope and saw that I would have to go on-line and
get some things taken care of which I did right away.


Butch fell asleep at the foot of my bed as I stared at
the ceiling wondering what my life will be like
without Carlos in my life.  Will I be able to love
Butch (Greg) like I have Carlos?  I mean I loved Butch
but not as intense as I did Carlos.  Will Carlos ever
return to me?  I surely hope so, but I had a gut
feeling that it will never happen.

The future is uncertain for me and I have no idea what
will happen next for me.  I was afraid, but at the
same time excited because I still had Butch to share
it with.  I would be curious as to when I will see
Carlos again.