Date: Fri, 24 Jan 2003 12:40:02 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Booger Red & Cowboy Chapter 10"

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BOOGER RED & COWBOY
By Waddie Greywolf


CHAPTER 10				
					

We arrived in Las Vegas and did as Harry told us.  The staff of the Riviera
was a bit shaken at our arrival.  Here we were a bunch of leathered bikers
entering the Riviera hotel on the strip. There was no valet parking for
Harleys. I considered that thoughtless and in poor taste.  I told that to
Beryl.  Big Beryl was always my best audience.  I knew how to make the
giant laugh and enjoyed the sound of his big man laugh.

His whole body shook.  We just pulled up out front and parked in a row.
Cal stayed behind to watch the bikes while the rest of us went in. We were
watched like hawks by every security guard in the place, least we make a
false move. Big Beryl told us,

"For God's sake, don't anyone make a sudden move to get anything out of
your jacket or we're all dead men."  Then he roared with laughter.  We went
to the check in desk and a nervous looking male clerk walked up and spoke
officiously.

"May I help you, Gentlemen?"

"We hope so." replied Big Beryl, "We're the family Mc Innis. We were told
you would be expecting us."

The clerk looked like he was about to lose his lunch but quickly saw the
irony and humor in the situation and got into the mood.  His face changed
quickly and brightened.

"Ah, yes, guest of the Prince.  We have rooms set aside for you near his
suite. How many rooms will you require with double occupancy?"

"Five rooms for one night only and two rooms for approximately five days."

"That will be fine, Sir.  Can we have each two people sign for their rooms
individually?"

"No problem." Replied Big Beryl smiling as he and Big Jim signed for their
room. I signed for Master Red and my room. Master Zack signed for a room
for him and Cal.  Bull and Charlie signed for a room and finally Master
Earl and Master Sam signed for their room.

"We have special, guarded, around the clock motorcycle parking in our
parking facility next door.  The doorman will be happy to point the way for
you, show the attendant your room key and he'll make note of it."

It was a long haul to Vegas.  It was fun to be on the road again but we
were all tired and decided to clean up, meet in the casino and have dinner
in the hotel restaurant. The waiters and waitresses gave us the fish eye as
we walked in and were seated. I think they were going to flip a coin to see
who waited on us when I saw one little small man's eyes light up like a
bubble gum machine on top of a police car.

He immediately grabbed the menu's and headed for our table with the look of
a man on a mission.  He obviously was a little gay man that loved bikers
and didn't discriminate between gay, straight, or animal.  He had a wet
spot at his crotch the entire time we were there and couldn't do enough for
us.

His name was Steve. He was pleasant, humorous, efficient, and horny as a
bitch dog in heat.  He couldn't decide who was better looking.  Master
Earl, Master Zack, Big Cal, Bull, Charlie, or me. In a pinch he would have
thrown himself at Big Beryl and Big Jim. I think Cal won.  At least he and
Master Zack were the two that Steve told what time he got off work. I guess
he figured big Red and I were a couple, Bull and Charlie looked like they
could be a couple and Master Earl was just so damn good looking he figured
he probably didn't have a chance with him.

He also thought that Master Zack was a pretty piece of flesh.  Zack was his
second pick. We finished our meal, had coffee and were relaxing when Big
Beryl motioned to little Steve for our check.  Steve walked over to the
table smiling.

"I thought there was something special about you gentlemen. You're the
family clan Mc Innis?"

"We are, young man, how did you know?"  asked Beryl.

"We were alerted by the clerk at the front desk. He saw you come into the
restaurant and phoned just a few minutes ago to the manager.  Your drinks,
meal, everything, including a handsome gratuity for me has been paid for by
his Highness Prince Faisel.  He's a wonderful man whom I've had the
pleasure to serve many times. I've been told to tell you that any meals
during your stay here will be taken care of by his Highness.  Please feel
free to order room service from us as well. That, too, will be covered by
his Highness.  You gentlemen must be close personal friends with the Prince
Sultan."

"We know him well.  He's a generous, kind hearted man; however, we would
like to leave you a small gratuity as well Steve."

"Not necessary, Sir, the Prince has..."

"We heard you, Steve.  Thank you." Beryl cut him off.  Each couple left him
ten bucks tip.  Fifty bucks for the ten of us wasn't bad plus the twenty
percent he got from Master Ben picking up the tab.

"How soon after you get off work can you report to room six-oh-three,
cleaned and ready for service?"  asked Master Zack as Cal smiled.  The two
of them had gotten their heads together.

"We have a room for changing and shower facilities here in the hotel Master
Zack.  I can be to your room in thirty minutes cleaned and ready for your
service, Sir."

"How is it you address me as `Master,'Son?"

"You have to be, Sir, you wouldn't ask me a question like that if you
weren't."  We all fell out laughing at poor Steve who had just hit his own
personal jackpot.

"Besides, I've heard of the Clan Mc Innis and I've served his Highness more
than food."  We all laughed with him.  He was a charmer. Master Zack
grabbed him and hugged him in front of everyone as Steve smiled.

"Thirty minutes after your shift, Son, don't be late.  You have two horny
men to take care of."  Steve looked at Big Cal who just smiled knowingly at
him and Steve blushed.

"My pleasure, Masters, be there at six-thirty sharp."

Steve spent a night in heaven sandwiched between two of the finest looking
men in Las Vegas.  He had a ball.  Hell, he had four of them.

Red, Cal and I said goodbye to our family that was going on to Tucson.  Big
Beryl pulled me aside before they left to talk to me in private.

"Any words you want me to tell a heartsick man, Cowboy?"

"Just tell him I love him, Master Beryl.  I wish I could go with you but I
can't leave Red by himself.  I've fallen back in love with Master Red and I
wouldn't even consider doing that to my Master.  It wouldn't be right.
Buck told me not to go around his dad with Booger and I don't intend to.
Give him this hug for me, Master Beryl."  I hugged Big Beryl and wished him
a good trip.

Red, Cal and I spent a day relaxing around the pool.  We were still tired
from our trip from Reno. I was becoming more and more comfortable with Red.
My Master couldn't be more happy and attentive. Cal had loosened up a
little and although he still didn't understand it, he congratulated me and
my Master.  He seemed sincere. Big Cal was fucking little Steve regularly.
They had become an item.  Little Steve understood exactly what I saw in
Booger and let Cal have it.

"Master Cal, that man's an animal.  I understand perfectly what Cowboy sees
in him.  He's one hell of a sexy, big, rugged looking man. Have you caught
a glimpse of that monster between his legs. I thought Cowboy walked the way
he does because he's a real cowboy.  I'm beginning to think it's because of
Mater Red's cock.  It's a wonder poor Cowboy can walk at all."

Steve was spending most of his time off with us.  He was a delight. Steve
was intelligent, thoughtful, and funny.  He kept the three of us laughing
most of the afternoon.  Even stoic old Red laughed at some of Steve's
lines.  The third morning we were there we got a phone call from Harry that
the Prince had arrived and settled in his suite.  He wanted to know if the
four of us would have dinner with him that evening.  Red was talking to
Harry and told him about Steve being with Cal.  Harry laughed and told him
Steve was more than welcome.  Steve had the night off from the restaurant
and was thrilled to go with us.

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

Meanwhile, the rest of the family had arrived at the Yates's Ranch outside
of Tucson.  Everyone came out to greet them.  Mrs. Russell was in tears as
she hugged and kissed Beryl, Sam, Big Jim, Bull and Charlie. She had begun
to think of them as extended family as well. She was wowed by Zack and the
handsome Earl Shaw.

Tim was a little gentleman.  He met the two other members of the family and
instantly fell in love with both.

Dan was thrilled to have their company and they had spread the groaning
board of food for the men.  Mrs. Russell had cooked up a storm and had
dinner waiting when they got there.

Tim was all questions about where Cowboy was and why he didn't come with
the other men.  He was so proud of his new bike. He had to show it off to
them. He told them Dan and Cowboy had given it to him and he was so
grateful.  He could all ready ride pretty good.  He'd gotten the shifting
down pat but was still having a few problems that Big Beryl and Master Sam
would help him with. One lengthy road trip would take care of that.

The men knew they wouldn't make as good time on the return trip because new
riders have a tendency to lag behind; however, they were there to take care
of Tim and would see to it that he arrived safely for Mrs. Russell's sake.
According to Dan, Mrs. Russell was a changed woman since their arrival. She
had been so worried about receiving Tim's draft letter.  She wanted to be
able to return it `Moved! No forwarding address.'

Tim had come to love all the men that came with the cowboy to the Yates's
Ranch.  He was looking forward to joining these men and setting out on his
own. He had done well in high school and made top grades.  He had
participated in the school rodeo events and was a pretty good saddle bronc
rider.  Tim became interested in team roping.  Dan had been working with
him and he was getting better but he wasn't to competition level yet.  Tim
had come out to me and his mother while I was visiting at the ranch. I
thought he might be gay. He became my shadow around the ranch.  If his
mother couldn't find Tim she asked Dan where I was and knew Tim would
probably be helping me with chores or I'd be teaching him something about
roping.

Mrs. Russell was the one that told me she thought he might be gay.  She
asked me to talk to him so he wasn't afraid to tell her.  He was her life
and all she wanted, was for him to be happy.  She saw the goodness and
comradery of our family and wanted that for her son.  Helping Dan, she
practically raised Buck She loved him like a son. Buck had come out to her
but never his father. She saw the change in Dan after I came to stay with
him.  She knew and was happy for both of us.

She tried to talk Tim into checking the box on his induction form stating
he was a homosexual.  They would simply refuse him as unfit.  Tim was like
most young men.  He didn't want to be labeled unfit nor have the stigma of
homosexual following him for life. It has nothing to do with being proud or
ashamed of being gay.  It has to do with personal choice.

He would rather do as thousands of young gay men chose to do. Just go and
get through it. Except two out of three didn't get through it.  They came
back in a box. Assuming statistics don't lie, there's a good probability
twenty out of a hundred of those men were gay; queer; cock suckers;
faggots;--funny thing was, their blood ran as red as their straight
brothers and the VC made no discrimination as to whether they were killing
gay or straight men.

These men were not discriminated against in death.  No one buried them in a
`gay' cemetery.  No one made the distinction of `Here lies a `gay' soldier
that died for his country.  No one said, `Well, we can't bury him there.
We can't have a queer buried next to a straight man for God sakes.'

The beautiful, haunting, serene, and emotional Vietnam Memorial doesn't
make a distinction as to who was `gay' and who was straight.  It would seem
that death is the great equalizer of men.

At the end of their brief lives these gay men were finally accepted by a
warped society as good men who died thinking they were doing the right
thing.  Of course we hate them and persecute them, they suck other men's
dicks for cries sake.  We're not about to allow men like that equal
freedoms and protection guarantee everyman under the constitution.
However, it's okay for them to die for their country as long as they remain
in their closets.  That's really generous of them.  The blacks were treated
the same way in WWII.

Tim would rather take his chances running and hiding than living with the
embarrassment. That was certainly understandable. Buck, Rowley, Ken and I
had talked about it and why we hadn't gone that route.  Many nights, cold,
wet, chilled to the bone, hungry, half sick, we sat huddled together for
warmth in that stinking hell hole and swore to each other we should have
checked the damn box. No embarrassment was so great it could be worse than
what we were suffering. We didn't, because we wanted to do our duty for our
country. What a crock of bullshit.

I thought about that naive young man somewhere in my past that had to go
and do his duty for his country. If I hadn't I wouldn't have loved the most
wonderful man I ever met. Now here I was, not only advocating Tim avoid the
draft, I was actually conspiring against our government to hide him. A
hundred and eighty degree turn around.  So be it.  I felt more like a
patriot taking part in that than I ever did going to Nam. It was only then
I understood my Uncle Bud was not being unpatriotic when he begged me to
run away with Booger.  He was right.  We didn't stop communism in Korea and
we sure as hell didn't in Nam.

Mrs. Russell didn't want her only son to become gun fodder for the North
Vietnamese to slaughter. I sure as hell didn't either. My family knew what
Wes and I had gone through and was going to see to it that Timothy Dalton
Russell's name didn't appear on another casualty list from South East
Asia. Tim was slow to accept the idea of running and hiding, but he figured
if so many people, he had come to love and admire, felt that strongly about
hiding him and were going to such trouble, he'd better listen to them.
Maybe they were right.

At Mrs. Russell's request Wes and I talked to him about Nam.  We shared
some of the things we went through and pulled no punches with our
recounting of our involvement. We encouraged him to join our family.  They
would hide and protect him. Tim was afraid but he knew he wouldn't be
alone.  He was going out into the world with experienced, older men that
would protect and care for him. They would, in essence, help and support
him into manhood. They were that kind of men.

However, while Tim was going into this world with caring men of principals
they could be a pretty randy lot.  Personally, I loved them for that. There
were few dull moments with our family.  Tim was a virgin.  He was only
eighteen and never had a sexual experience in his life.  He asked me but I
couldn't.  When I shared that with his mother she urged me to.

She knew I would be loving, kind and wouldn't hurt him.  I couldn't because
Tim and I were too close to the same age.  Tim needed to be led by the hand
into healthy man-sex by a more mature man. Tim was a fine looking, handsome
young man.  I explained to Mrs. Russell, I didn't think I was emotionally
stable enough to handle the responsibility. It should be considered a great
responsibility for any experienced person that consents to share love with
a young person for their first time.

Tim loved Big Beryl, Sam, Big Jim, Bull and Charlie but he really fell in
love with Earl Shaw and Zack.  He couldn't do enough for them.  Neither
Master Earl nor Zack was particularly drawn to younger men but they
couldn't help become fond of Tim. He was courteous, respectful, mannerly
and waited on them hand and foot; not in an obsequious manner but proud to
serve these fine looking men.
 
They were not shy in front of Tim when they were relaxing in the pool or
spa and Mrs. Russell didn't try to keep him away. She figured if he was
going to be part of the family he may as well be allowed to socialize with
them and learn to be comfortable around them.

Tim was well mannered and quiet.  He rarely spoke unless spoken to and
mostly looked upon these men as heros. As I think of them today, they were
heros. He stayed close to Dan as he had come to accept him as a surrogate
father figure. Dan didn't mind a bit.  He was proud of Tim and was
convinced we were doing the right thing by helping Mrs. Russell hide him.

There was light hearted talk and joking among the family members with Dan
present as to who would get Tim's cherry.  Surprisingly, no one wanted the
job.  These men cared.  They knew it was a big responsibility.  Taking a
man that young leaves imprinting on him for the rest of his life and it was
a responsibility no man in our group took lightly.  It wasn't just a matter
of popping Tim's cherry.  He would undoubtedly fall in love with the first
man that took the patients and spent time teaching him about man-sex.  Dan
Yates was more impressed with this group of men than ever.

I remember the understanding, the time and patience my Uncle Bud took with
me. He trained me well to be a good sexual partner for him and ultimately
any other man that I chose to give myself to.  I had talked to Tim several
times by ourselves and told him how to clean and prepare himself should a
man want to take him.  Tim had listened well and was ready.  He had taken
his own room in Dan Yates house a year earlier so he could have some
privacy from his mother.  It was one of the upstairs rooms with an outside
entrance.

Everyone was in the spa that evening and Tim managed to sit between the two
men he had come to adore, Master Zack and Master Earl. Quietly, but loud
enough that the other men could hear he looked at Master Zack and spoke
softly.

"Master Zack, Sir?"

"Yes, Son?"

"Would you consider spending the evening with me in my room?" There was a
deadly silence.  Every ear was strained, waiting to hear Zack's
answer. Zack smiled at the young man, put his arm around him and pulled him
closer to him, like he understood his need.

"I'd be proud to young man, but first you must ask Mr. Yates's permission
and then you must ask your mother's permission.  She must tell Mr. Yates or
me that it's all right with her."

"Oh, it's all right with her, Master Zack, you were her first choice."
every man there almost drowned in the spa they were laughing so hard.  Dan
Yates assured Zack he had both adults blessing as Dan all ready talked to
Tim's mother and Tim was indeed telling him the truth.

"Well then, young man, how could I say no to such a gracious invitation to
spend the evening with such a fine looking young man?  I would be honored,
Tim."  Master Zack started laughing and hugged the boy closer. He gently
took Tim's hand under the water and placed it on his dick for Tim to hold,
play with and generally get use to without feeling embarrassed.  The other
men gave Zack's action no attention, like it was expected procedure or the
most natural thing he could do. Young Tim didn't move his hand away for the
rest of the evening. He had a fist full of love and he wasn't about to let
go.

All the men genuinely wished Tim well. There were no snide remarks nor
jeers at either Tim or Zack.  Everyman wished only healthy good wishes for
Tim's first time, telling him he was in the best of hands and that he was
in for a memorable, enjoyable evening with Master Zack.  Everyman there
said they'd be proud and honored to share a bed with Master Zack.  Dan
Yates hugged Tim and told him he had chosen well.

Big Beryl gave Zack a pat on the back and smiled in a knowing, approving,
parental manner.  He knew Zack would be good, kind and, for the first time,
gentle with the boy.  Zack was a bit apprehensive about the situation but
hid it from Tim.  Besides, he had the family to buffer Tim's falling in
love with him.  Zack was more afraid of himself falling in love with young
Tim.

He was not prepared to take someone that young and never gave it a thought
that he might be the one Tim chose.  He was flattered and honored that Tim
had picked him from all these fine looking men.  He would do his best to
see that Tim's first time was a structured but loving experience.  He would
have Tim perform some minor sub tasks and teach him the ritual Master/slave
greeting. Above all he knew he must allow himself to enjoy Tim because
that's something hard to fake in a Master/slave relationship. After all,
the only purpose of a slave is for his Master's enjoyment.

Zack was a wise and giving man.  He understood that even that fundamental
he would have to teach young Tim.  His brothers felt pride as they watched
Zack and Tim unhurriedly walk toward the outside stairs to Tim's room.
They had been engrossed in conversation before Zack decided it was time for
them to leave.  Zack put his arm around Tim, pulled him close as they
walked.  He listened intently to Tim and found him intelligent and
insightful.  He was enjoying the young man's perspective on things.

They reached the top of the stairs.  Zack stopped Tim after he opened the
door and pulled him into his arms.  He held him and looked into the young
man's beautiful eyes. Tim blushed and looked at him unsure but Zack didn't
hold him in suspense.

"I appreciate that this is your room, your space, we're entering; however,
we have to make a shift here.  When we cross that threshold, for tonight,
you will belong to me. You will be my slave.  Otherwise, I can't cross that
threshold.  If you agree to accept me as your Master for our time together
and agree to be my slave, show your Master your love and give me a kiss."
Tim looked at the handsome, mature man, blushed again, then drew himself to
his complete height.

"I feel so lucky, honored and proud, Master Zack, to accept you as my
Master and I will gratefully kneel at your boots as your slave with a glad
heart."  Tim moved slowly toward Master Zack and Zack met Tim to welcomed
his kiss.  That kiss sealed their Master/slave contract for the evening.
Zack crossed the threshold turned and offered his hand to Tim.  Tim smiled
and followed his Master into the room.  He quietly closed the door behind
them.

What followed for Tim was far more wonderful than he had imagined.  The
other men's generous statements about Zack were far below what he felt for
Master Zack after that evening.  He allowed Master Zack to take complete
control and followed his orders as best he could.  Tim wanted nothing more
than to please this ruggedly handsome man.

Zack surprised himself that he got into being with Tim and took him further
than he might have imagined.  Tim responded well and by the time Zack was
ready to take him it was so natural it seemed like a dream to both.  His
Master was gentle with Tim but found his young slave responding, begging
him for more.  Zack didn't hold back.  When they finished and were enjoying
the closeness of each other, Zack complemented the young man.

"You'll make a fine slave for a good Master, Tim.  You followed and gave
your all to please me.  This evening was your right of passage.  In the
morning when you awaken, you'll be a man; however, as your Master, I retain
the right to hold onto and love the beautiful boy in my arms until the
morning light.  Then I'll be the first to kiss you and congratulate you on
your passage into manhood.

To this day Tim still runs into his first Master socially.  After paying
homage to his boots and showing Zack his love, Tim never fails to once
again whisper his thanks.  Tim always remembered how Zack took him for his
first time with love, intelligence, and dignity.
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Back at the Riviera the four of us knocked on the door to Master Ben's
penthouse suite.  He and Harry met us at the door.  Master Ben was again
dressed in handsome western clothes and embraced each of us, especially
Steve.  He was happy that Steve could join us.

"I had a feeling you would like these men, Steve.  I see you've latched
onto one of the finest looking ones."  he joked and complemented Cal.

"Yes, Master Ben.  Master Cal assures me he's not a Master but I think of
him that way. I enjoy serving him whether it's food or something else."
Steve giggled.  "He doesn't seem to mind that I refer to him as my Master,
Sir."  we all laughed.

"Come, let's have drinks and dinner. Then, will you gentlemen be so kind as
to take me gambling with you.  Again I would ask, Master Red, if you and
Cowboy would be so kind as to let me cover your bets.  I have a good
feeling about this evening."  Red smiled and nodded his approval.

"Of course, Ben, although we don't know how `on' either of us will be at
the moment but good company usually brings good luck.  We'll see." We had
another wonderful dinner with the Prince and this time Harry joined us.
Harry was a joy.  He could tell tales about the wildest situations he'd
gotten himself into and the Prince had to come to his rescue.  Sometimes as
the Prince and other times as a disinterested third party.

Master Ben seemed to laugh as hardy as we did at Harry's exploits.  They
seemed to have formed a bond of friendship that they treasured. Steve
proved himself a good conversationalist and fit right into our crowd.  Cal
was well mannered and impressed me with his knowledge of some things we
talked about. All in all it was an enjoyable, successful evening.

Master Ben decided to go gambling with us in his casual clothes.  When we
appeared with him in the casino the head pit boss greeted the Prince
quietly and led us to a private roulette table.  Master Ben's chips were
waiting for him for which he signed a piece of paper.  He staked each of us
a thousand dollars to be played in any denominations we wished.

I chose fifty cents per chip and so did Cal and Steve.  Red decided to be a
bit bolder and chose one dollar chips.  No one had to ask what amount
Master Ben's chips were worth.

We started out winning and losing.  Master Ben was doing all right by
himself but all of a sudden Steve started calling thirty to one shots,
straight up, and Master Ben asked Steve if he could cover.  Of course Steve
gave his permission for any of us to cover if we wished.  I didn't but the
other three did and were winning heavily.

We were having a good time, drinking and laughing.  Master Ben really was
relaxing and enjoying himself. He enjoyed our company. We were having fun
with each other.  A crowd gathered to watch and out of nowhere a man with a
gun appeared and aimed it directly at Master Ben.

Without thinking I grabbed Master Ben, threw him to the floor and myself on
top of him. Steve threw himself at the gunman as he pulled the trigger.
Steve slumped to the floor on top of the gunman and Cal stomped the man's
hand with his heavy boot dislodging the gun. Security men from the casino
were there in an instant holding the gunman for the police who were on
their way in the front door.

Harry wanted Master Ben to leave immediately and so did the hotel security.
He would have none of it.  He wanted to see about Steve and be with him.
Steve took a bullet through his side.  Cal was stunned not knowing what to
do. I was the first one to Steve, turned him over and took him in my arms.
The blood was gushing out of his side.  I knew I had to put pressure on the
wound or he was going to quickly bleed to death.

"A shirt! Someone give me their shirt!"  Five men ripped off their shirts
but Master Ben was the first with his.  I didn't question I just took it,
barked at Ben to hold Steve, he took my place and I quickly shoved Ben's
shirt into Steve's wound and gently but firmly held it in place.  He looked
at me and grimaced a little in pain.

"Am I going to die, Cowboy?"  he asked quietly.

"Not on my watch, Sweetheart." I told him strongly, "I got the flow of
blood stopped.  The medics are on their way in the door as we speak and I
got plenty `O' negative blood to give you when we get you to a
hospital. Just don't go to sleep."

"I'm `O' negative too, Steve.  You shall have my blood, too, my young
friend."  said Master Ben.

"Forget your's, Cowboy. I'd rather have the Royal blood. I've always wanted
to be a princess."  Steve's joke made us laugh. He was a love.  I felt so
bad that he was in pain and Master Ben felt worse. The bullet missed any
major organs and the local hospital was able to patch him up just fine;
however, little Steve had lost a lot of blood and was weak.  Master Ben and
I gave a pint of blood to Steve.  So did Cal and Big Beryl. They were both
`O' negative as well. Steve almost bled to death. If I hadn't shoved that
shirt into his wound he would have.  Cal was distressed that his little
friend was shot.  He became very attentive and wouldn't leave Steve's side.
We practically had to drag Master Ben away as well.

Little Steve and I became instant heros in Vegas. The press had arrived and
our faces along with Master Ben, Red and Cal's were plastered over every
newspaper in the Southwest, including Tucson.  There was a picture of
Master Ben holding Steve with blood all over him and me along side Ben
holding his shirt in Steve's wound waiting for the ambulance to get there.
I was putting pressure on his wound to slow the bleeding.

Master Ben was no less impressed that I had thrown myself on top of him to
protect him than he was that Steve had taken a bullet for him.  He was
beside himself with regret for both of us. He was wowed that I reacted so
quickly to the threat and knew enough about emergency medicine to slow the
bleeding in Steve's wound. Master Ben ended up with as much blood on him as
I did.

The gunman turned out to be a member of a fanatical, right wing, Arab,
religious group opposed to Master Ben's family rule. His family immediately
sent several of his family to be with him and to meet the two young
American hero's that saved his life. Unbeknownst to Master Ben, his father,
the Sultan of Bahrain was in Los Angeles and flew immediately to Las Vegas
in his private jet to be with his Son.

By that time, my family in Tucson had seen the Newspapers.  Mrs. Russell
had brought them in with her to fix breakfast and got everybody up. Big
Beryl read the papers to all as Mrs. Russell fixed breakfast. The men
filled Dan Yates in about Master Ben and the money I sent him.

They knew Little Steve as he had waited on them in the restaurant and spent
the night between Master Zack and Big Cal. They related how charming and
wonderful Steve was to them. They decided to leave before noon with Tim and
return to Las Vegas.  Mrs. Russell and Dan urged them to. They were
concerned and wanted them to call as soon as they had any news.

Dan called my dad and Uncle Joe to tell them.  It hit the Dallas Morning
News but not the local paper.  Dad picked up a copy of the Dallas Morning
News at the local Newspaper-Magazine Shop.  The next day the local
headlines read; `Cowboy Saves Sultan Prince's Life In Vegas.' `Local Man
Billy Gunn III, a Hero.'

Steve was still in the hospital when my family got back to Vegas.  The
doctor's wanted to release him but Master Ben's family insisted he stay
there a couple more days.  They paid for everything.  Steve wanted for
nothing.  He merely had to mention something he wanted and someone got it
for him.  Not the least Cal. His room looked like a damn garden.  There
were flowers everywhere. There were flowers in the hallway. Steve sent
flowers to the children's ward. People from all over Las Vegas and the
Southwestern United States sent him flowers. People in Washington D.C. sent
him flowers. The President and first lady sent him flowers.  The governor
of Nevada sent him flowers.  The Hotel sent him flowers.  Entertainer's and
movie stars sent Steve and I flowers.  We could barely get off the elevator
on our floor there were so many flowers in the hall way. They finally
stopped taking flowers to Steve's room and just adorned the lobby of the
hospital.

We each got a letter from the President commending us for our bravery and
quick thinking but for all the `hoop-la' one thing meant more to Steve than
any other.  Big Cal had fallen in love with him.  Cal was so moved and
touched by Steve's unselfish action he fell deeply in love with his little
buddy.

What no one knew but Cal, Steve and Red was that Steve had thrown himself
in front of the gunman with no thought to saving Master Ben's life,--he did
it to protect Cal.  As it turned out he had also saved Master Ben's life.
The three men didn't say a word and I didn't either after Master Red told
me.  It made sense although in situations like that, one just responds
without thinking who you're trying to protect. So little Steve had saved
two lives, Cal's and Master Ben's.  He was a brave little man and deserved
the love and attention he got.

Steve got out of the hospital and all our family was there to greet him on
his return to the hotel.  He was in a wheel chair and the entire staff of
the hotel turned out for him.  Master Ben had made arrangements for a
private room for him and Cal near his suite and insisted that Steve not
worry. To relax, heal, enjoy himself and our family and all his needs would
be seen to.

Harry was promoted from driver to coordinating secretary for the Prince.  A
job Harry was born to do.  He saw to everyone's comfort. Harry said it was
more like being a social director on a cruse ship with an unlimited budget.

Master Ben brought his three brothers and his father to meet Steve and I
and our family in Steve and Cal's room. Tim was impressed by the Arabs in
their native costumes and was fascinated with Master Ben.  He thought he
was one of the finest looking men he'd ever seen.

Ben's father, the Sultan, hugged Steve, kissed him and took a ring from his
hand, with a ruby in it that would choke a camel and handed it to Steve.
He placed it in his hand and closed Steve's fist around it. Steve started
to protest and Master Ben looked at him and shook his head that he must
accept his father's gift. Steve simply and gently took the old man's hand
and kissed the back of it and placed it against his forehead.  The old man
began to weep at Steve's gesture of thanks and hugged him again.

Then the Sultan came to me.  I bowed from the waist.  He grabbed me, hugged
me, kissed me on both cheeks, took a ring from his other hand with an
enormous emerald in it, placed it in my hand and closed my fist around it.
I followed Steve's example and gently kissed the back of his hand and
placed it against my forehead.  He again shed tears and hugged me.  He
spoke something in Arabic to Master Ben.

"He wants to know where these men learned to be so humble and gracious to
foreigners. What shall I tell him?"

"The truth works well in most cases, Ben." Big Beryl came to the
rescue. Master Ben spoke to his father in Arabic, his Father's eyes lit up
and he shook his head knowingly.

"He wants to know if you gentlemen would accept some of our slaves for
training?"  Master Ben laughed knowing his father was making a joke. Then
his father was more serious and spoke again sternly to Master Ben, then
said something more gently and hugged him.

"My father wanted to remind me that it is tradition in our country and
religion if a man saves your life, you owe him your life.  In effect your
life becomes his.  Therefore, my life is in Cowboy's and Steve's hands.  I
have become your servant.  Further, my father has long warned me against
making American friends because he feared the worst for me.  He no longer
feels that way and thinks I have found some worthy men to befriend."  My
family applauded and bowed to the Sultan.

"What Cowboy and Steve don't know is that by accepting those rings, they
are now associate members of the Royal family of Bahrain.  They have full
Royal privileges and a yearly stipend from the treasury for the rest of
their lives.  But to me, the greatest thing, Gentleman, Steve and Cowboy,
you have become my brothers."

I went to Master Ben and knelt in front of him before his father, his
brothers, and my family.  I kissed each of his boots and found his hand
waiting. I kissed the back of it and placed it against my forehead and held
it there.

"Rise my brother and show me your love."  I rose and threw my arms around
his neck and kissed him on each cheek. Master Ben looked me directly in the
eyes.

"That isn't going to get it, Cowboy." he smiled real big and planted a big
one right on my mouth in front of everyone. It definitely was not a
brotherly kiss. I figured he knew what he was doing so I wasn't about to
hold back from my new brother. My family started applauding and so did the
Sultan.  His son's followed their father's lead.
 
Steve slowly got up from his wheelchair with Cal's help and performed the
same ritual with Master Ben.  There were tears in everyone's eyes. The
Sultan was crying holding Master Ben and Steve together.  Master Ben's hard
looking brothers were even weeping and holding the two men.  They had been
impressed by our acts of humility and graciousness.

The Sultan had noticed young Tim and asked about him.  Once again Master
Beryl our family sage told Master Ben to tell him the truth.  Master Ben
did and the old man took off another of his rings and gave it to Tim.
Closed his hand around it gently, hugged and kissed the boy on both
cheeks. Tim had seen what Steve and I had done and followed suit. The old
man hugged Tim to himself and said something to Ben.

"He would love to take him and raise him as his own.  He says he's so
pretty that he should only be for men."  we all laughed.  We have a saying
in our country, "Men are for pleasure, women are for babies."  There were
no arguments from my family.

"Tim, Master Ben is now your brother." I whispered to Tim.  Tim went to
Master Ben and looked deep into his eyes and then slowly knelt before him.
He lovingly kissed each of his boots as we had and found Ben's hand waiting
for him.  He lovingly kissed it and placed it to his forehead to await
further orders.

"Arise my brother and show your brother your love."  Tim rose slowly, threw
his arms around Ben's neck and didn't bother with the cheeks.  Tim kissed
him directly on his mouth to the "Aauuwws" of the assembled crowd.  There
was no doubt in anyone's mind at that moment who would become Tim's Master,
including Ben's father.  The old man couldn't have been happier, he thought
Tim was delightful.

Oh yes! You're wondering about the family stipend?  Wasn't much. Only a
quarter of a million a year, each.  Steve almost came unglued at the
hinges. It was a tidy sum to start a new romance on. Young Tim was set for
life and as an associate member of the Royal family of Bahrain, he was no
longer subject to the draft.  He now held dual citizenship as did Steve and
I.  We each received a check within three days from the Bank of Bahrain for
two hundred and fifty thousand dollars each. Tim almost fainted.  Steve
did.  Cal had to change his jeans.

I was able to open an account at the Riviera and I sent my dad a hundred
thousand.  Fifty for my account at home and fifty for him and Uncle Joe to
do with as they pleased. I sent Dan Yates another check for fifty thousand
dollars with a note to put it in our rodeo account to do with as he
pleased.  If he needed it to run the Ranch, to buy more stock, whatever.
Use the money as he saw fit.

I sent Master Walker another five thousand dollars for any additional money
needed for Leon's Christmas present and to board and feed Dolly and
Madison. He and Xander had seen me in the papers and showed it to Leon.
They were proud and amazed.  I had a cashier's check made out for ten
thousand dollars to Mr. Lester Thornton and sent it home to my old fishing
buddy.

I kept a hundred thousand for Red and me to live on. I knew Red and I were
going to be traveling and we needed money for living and bike repairs or
even new ones if we chose.  I didn't know were we were going next but
probably to accompany Tim to Los Angeles to enter training with Master Jeb
and Master Jim. I had four checks left blank so I could make them out to
whomever, where ever we were.  All I had to do was write my name it the
space.

Master Jim had taken a shine to Tim.  I don't think he was as interested in
Tim sexually as he was in being a mentor for him.  He began to defer more
and more to Big Jim and Master Beryl on all things.  He looked upon Master
Beryl as a God like figure that wouldn't lie to him nor steer him wrong. He
saw Big Jim as a loving big brother he never had.

Of course, Master Zack became the object of Tim's affections.  Zack didn't
hold back from Tim either but he carefully explained that their lives were
probably going to take different paths.  He would always love, and cherish
the memory of Tim's first night.  They developed a loving, trusting
relationship that exists to this day.

Tim sent his mother most of his money.  Tim surprised me.  When I told him
I'd sent Dan Yates fifty thousand to do with as he pleased, he thought that
was a great idea and sent Dan fifty thousand as well.  He confided in me,
he always wanted Dan to be his dad.
  
Dan Yates was beside himself with the financial wind fall. All the little
things that needed to be done around the ranch he suddenly had the money to
get done.

Mrs. Russell didn't change her life style much. She continued to take care
of the generous man that had seen to her comfort and her son's well being
all these years.  She wasn't about to desert Dan Yates. I got a letter from
Dan sent to Los Angeles. It was there when we arrived with Tim.  Tim got
one, too.

Dearest Cowboy,

What can I write from my heart you don't all ready know.  There are no
words to thank you for your generosity and kindness.  I can only write the
words that may upset you (I don't mean to) but I must tell you what's in my
heart.  I love you.  I miss you and I need you.

When Buck and your Uncle Bud told you, you had to live for four people and
I was one, I thought, "Yes, I need him to help me heal."  However, after
staying with me last summer, I now know what they meant.

I do need you, Son. You're doing what you have to do, I know now.  Buck
came to me and I understand.  I'm proud of you, Son.  Your dad is so proud
of you he floats six inches off the floor when anyone speaks your
name. Your Uncle Joe, too.  And Lester,--well let's just say he would
nominate you for sainthood if he could.

I know you'll return to me so I won't burden you by asking when.  Promise
me in your heart, when the time is right, you'll come to me as fast as
safety will allow.  I won't write again as I don't want to pressure you nor
put you in an awkward position.

Go with God, and know we're both being watched over by a pretty fierce
bunch of cowboys. We're the lucky ones. Pity our poor Father who has to
ride herd on them.  Keep your good heart strong for me,

All my love,

Dan

I asked Master Beryl if he would keep Dan's letter for safe keeping so my
Master wouldn't see it.  I didn't want there to become a contest between
the two men for my love.  I loved them both and knew I had to be with
Booger at the moment. Things began to settle down.  We spent the rest of
the week there in Las Vegas.  We saw quite a lot of Master Ben. His
brothers left but his father stayed on for several days. His father was a
wonderful man and got to know our family better.  We were respectful of his
position and showed him the proper courtesy his status demanded.

Young Tim spent a lot of time with Master Ben.  The Sultan couldn't have
been happier.  He had two son's instead of one to love and he thought Tim
was one of the finest young men he'd ever met.  Tim started picking up
Arabic and sat for hours at a time learning the language from the old man.
Tim discovered he had a natural penchant for languages. It was decided that
Tim was to go to Los Angeles with our family and enter slave training to
become Master Ben's personal property.  Master Ben's new little brother was
also to become his slave. Then he was to enter U.S.C. in Foreign Affairs
Studies.  He was going to study Middle Eastern Culture and Arabic. He would
live with Master Jeb and Jim while attending school.

Master Ben also sent to Bahrain for his favorite slave Keshan to go through
slave training with Master Jeb and Jim as soon as Tim had finished and was
inducted into the Mc Innis Clan.  He was going to make the same
arrangements for Keshan to attend U.S.C. to become a Doctor. He too would
live with Master Jeb and Jim while he attended school.

Tim and Keshan became good friends and supported each other's school work.
Keshan helped Tim with his Arabic and cultural studies and Tim helped
Keshan with his English.  They spent many hours together discussing and
practicing the two languages. After two years of college and study, Master
Ben and his two slaves returned to Bahrain for a holiday and rest
period. Master Ben's father, the Sultan, was overjoyed at the progress of
the two men and was so impressed by Tim's fluency in the language that he
personally took the three men everywhere in the country. The Sultan had big
plans for young Tim.

Naturally, Master Ben and Tim had visited Tucson.  Mrs. Russell fell in
love with Master Ben.  Even Dan was impressed with the love Ben had for
Tim.  Tim had become his reason for living.  Tim worked hard in school and
every accomplishment Master Ben raved about and shared with Dan and
Mrs. Russell.

Mrs. Russell had more money than she knew what to do with.  She bought a
brand new double wide trailer that she put on the back of Dan's place.  She
wasn't about to abandon him.  For all her money she still cooked, washed
his clothes, and kept his house.

Dan hadn't been shy about using some of the money I sent him regularly.  He
made significant improvements in the property and even bought an adjacent
ranch that had been abandoned and was being sold for back taxes.  His ranch
became the single largest working ranch in Arizona.

Booger and I escorted Tim back to Los Angeles with Master Earl, Zack,
Beryl, Big Jim, Bull and Charlie.  Cal had stayed on in Vegas with Steve.
Little Steve went back to his apartment with Cal.  They stayed there for a
little while.  Long enough for Steve to buy and learn to ride a bike and
they too came to Los Angeles.

Cal wanted Steve to go through slave training.  Steve couldn't wait. He
would do anything for Cal and proved it.  It was one of the most solid
bondings between Master and slave our family ever witnessed. At Steve's
ceremony of acceptance into slavery and induction into the clan, not only
Master Ben but his father, the Sultan of Bahrain, came to witness little
Steve become a slave. The old man was moved to tears by the ceremony.  He
hugged and kissed Steve and wished him and Cal his best. Cal and Steve were
inducted into the Clan.

Master Ben grew closer to the family and was in constant contact with all
of us.  He seemed to revel in any visit when we could spare the time to
come his way. He treated us like visiting royalty.  He always put us up,
paid for everything, wined and dined us until we became so embarrassed we
went home.

The desk clerk was now our best friend.  It was Mr. Gunn, Mr. Mc Inns,
Mr. Red on and on.

"Are you comfortable in your rooms?  Can we get you anything?  Room
service?  We have a special team for your floor.  Just pick up the phone
and let me know what you need." he'd gush.  He was paid handsomely in
gratuities.

Beryl and I couldn't wait to get away with our family and make funny
comments about the desk clerk.  He and I inspired each other's wickedness
and Beryl could be enormously funny.
  
Master Ben made many trips to Los Angeles and stayed with Master Jeb and
Jim.  Ben said he was more comfortable staying with them than he was in a
guarded hotel in Las Vegas.  He could be himself with his two slaves and
not have to put on airs. When he came for a visit the entire family turned
out to pay their respects and party at Jeb and Jim's. He was treated with
respect but just like any other family member.

Tim secretly contacted the Sultan, knowing that he was to be in Los Angeles
on a certain date and told him that our family would like to induct Master
Ben into our family.  It was a big surprise for Master Ben when everyone
came and he was inducted as an official family member into the Clan Mc
Innis. When his father appeared to give his blessing Master Ben became
emotional.
 
The old man was learning more and more English from Tim and Keshan.  They
were patient with him and he loved their company.  They were polite and
courteous with the Sultan which further endeared them to him.  They had
become more than his son's consorts/slaves they had become his beloved
companions. One or the other was always by the Sultan's side, translating
for him or interpreting meanings of words.

Tim became fiercely loyal to Master Ben, the Sultan and the Arab
cause. Even though he was born and raised American none of the Sultan's
sons dared question his loyalty to his two Masters.  Hell, Tim slept with
the Sultan most of the time.  Especially when the Sultan wasn't taking care
of his modest harem of thirty wives.  Tim had offered himself to the Sultan
but the old man had never taken advantage of Tim. He held him in his arms
and kissed him gently but would always turn over and go to sleep.

One evening in conversation, Master Ben laughed and shared with our family
that if he wanted his father to do something, he gave up a long time ago
trying to convince him himself.  He simply told Tim or Keshan what he
wanted and they got the old man to do it. Tim loved the Sultan like a
grandfather and Keshan saw him as a God.  Perhaps, that's why the old man
came to prefer Tim because even though Tim worshiped the Sultan and loved
him dearly, Tim treated him like an honored friend and could laugh and joke
with him.  Tim could get away with some of the most wicked jokes that not
even Master Ben dared. Tim would have the sedate, stoic old man in stitches
laughing at something Tim had told him in jest.  Ben said he'd never seen
his father express so much joy, happiness and laughter as when Tim was with
him. Tim could do no wrong in the eyes of the Sultan and Tim never tried to
take advantage of his closeness.

The slave training that Master Jeb and Jim provided left an indelible
imprint on Tim's brain that he was first and foremost a slave for the use
of the men that owned him.  No matter how good they treated him he would
always need to be their possession.  In fact, Tim gave himself to the
Sultan in an official document he had drawn up, with Master Ben's
permission. It was written in English and Arabic and clearly stated that
Tim was to be not only Master Ben's slave but the Sultan's as well.
However, he still remained a slave within the family Clan Mc Innis.

The Sultan was deeply touched by Tim's decision and for the first time took
him to his bed and allowed the young man to pleasure him.  He too, like his
son, fell deeply in love with Tim.  He had always said that Tim was so
pretty he should only be for men. Tim was the only person other than Master
Ben the Sultan allowed to address him as `Honored Father.'

Booger and I left Los Angeles and were going on our own to get away from
everything.  We had been together about almost a year at that time and we
had hooked up with a group of quasi-outlaw bikers called the Hot Dawgs that
roamed the Southwest.

They were a nefarious lot that would sell their grandmother into
prostitution for a bag of `go fast.' However, there was some damn good
looking men that rode with them and not all of them were bad. There was one
big biker name Spider with the body of a pro football player that was a
mean son of a bitch.  He had the sweetest man for a slave.  The kid was
named Mutt because he was so ugly he looked like a mutt.  I liked Mutt. He
was pleasant, well met, intelligent and loyal.  What more could you want in
a dog faced boy.

Mutt fell in love with Spider and let him talk him into becoming his slave.
He tried his best to please and pleasure Spider but the man wouldn't be
pleased with anything Mutt did for him.  Spider was mean spirited and a
nasty drunk.  He beat Mutt up regularly.  Not just a little either.  Head
bashing, bone breaking shit.

When Spider took his first drink on a Friday afternoon everyone in camp
knew Mutt was gonna' get beaten up.  He couldn't do anything right enough
to please Spider when he was drunk.  He never fought back even though
Spider taunted him.  Mutt knew a good slave would never raise a hand to his
Master.  Mutt would later apologize for Spider and make lame excuses for
his Master.

Everyone in camp loved Mutt but damn few liked Spider.  There were rumors
that Spider had kill three people point blank in cold blood.  There were
witness' from several families.  They were threatened by Spider if they
said anything he find them and kill them.  He meant it too.  They were
scared to death of him and justifiably so.

Red liked Mutt and would often ask Mutt to join us for dinner if Spider
wasn't around.  Another handsome man rode with the Hot Dawgs who was one of
the good looking men I met at the Johnson ranch before I went to boot camp.
He was Harlen Boone or Harley, everyone called him.  One evening Mutt was
sitting with the three of us, me, Red, and Harley.  We saw Spider ride back
into camp.  Mutt ran to their tent so he could be there if his Master
needed him.

Spider was drunker than a lord, yelling all sorts of vile things and making
outrageous accusations about Mutt.  Mutt loved Spider with all his heart.
Spider was the only man to show him attention when he first came around the
group.  He used Mutt and not in a good way.  He would abuse him, make fun
of him, and laugh at him behind his back.  Spider would call him `Jo-jo the
dog face boy.'

Spider started beating Mutt pretty bad.  I got worse until you couldn't
even hear Mutt respond to Spiders blows.  Finally, Harley looked at Red and
I and said,

"I've had just about enough of this shit!" Harley got up and started toward
Spider's tent.

"Lead the way, Brother, we're right behind you."  Red jumped up and was
right behind Harley.

"Amen, Brother. We got `chur back." I added as I jumped up and followed.

We couldn't have arrived at a better time, Spider had picked up a tire iron
someplace and was about to bring it down across Mutt's skull when Harley
reached up and grabbed it out of his hand.

"You've done just about enough wailing on that kid for one evening, you
cowardly son of a bitch."

"That's fine, I'd just as soon mess up your pretty face, cock sucker."
Spider pulled back to take a big haymaker at Harley.  Harley ducked and
took out one of Spider's knees with the tire iron. It only enraged Spider
and he got up and lunged at Harley.  Red put his boot out and tripped
Spider and Harley took Spider's other knee out.  Spider was hurting but he
was also drunk and didn't know when to give up.  He made one more lunge at
Harley and I tripped him that time.  Harley brought the tire iron down
across his head, just hard enough to turn his lights off.  Spider was out.

We rushed in to Mutt who was strangling in his own blood.  I made him open
his mouth and hit him sharply on the back a couple of times and he spit out
a combination of fluids and blood from him lungs.  He was hurt pretty
badly.  Numerous bones in his face and jaw were broken.  His left arm was
broken in two places.  His right leg was broken. There were several broken
ribs.  Not just fractured, completely broken. One was about to puncture his
lung.  He suffered major trauma to his skull.  He was bleeding out his
broken nose and from three or four teeth Spider knocked out of his mouth.
He was mess.  He looked like a locomotive had run into him coming down a
steep grade.

We were camped in a camping area in Desert Hot Springs. It was agreed we
had to get Mutt to a hospital or Doctor and then take care of his bike.

"If we leave him be, Spider will kill him when he comes around.  He'll do
him in out of rage because we stood up for him." said Harley.  "If we take
him to a local hospital, Spider will find him and who knows what will
happen.  We have to hide Mutt until we can get him under the protection of
our family."  Red and I agreed.

"I know where we can take him and then hide him tell he can travel."  I
volunteered.

"Where's that, Son?"  Red asked.

"Bob Ducey and his slave have their camper.  If we could talk them into
carrying Mutt to the hospital in Yucca Valley which is only thirty minutes
from here, we could get his slave Lyle to ride Mutt's bike to the hospital.
We can call our family member in Joshua Tree, go pick him up and he'll ride
Mutt's bike to his place to store it for him.  Then when Mutt gets patched
up, I'm sure Master Zack will help us and let Mutt recuperate at his
place."

"I agree, sounds like a good plan, Son."  said Master Red.

"Yeah, thanks Cowboy.  I forgot about Zack's place.  I haven't been there
in so long. Zack's a good man."  added Harley.

Master Ducey and his slave Lyle were more than willing to help.  They both
loved Mutt and hated Spider.  They weren't afraid to get involved.  I
didn't think Mutt would be in the hospital long and the sooner we got him
to Zack's the better.  I called Master Zack.

"Master Zack, this is Cowboy calling.  How are you?'

"I'm fine, Son, how the hell are you and your Master?  It's good to hear
your voice again."

"Thank's Master Zack, I appreciate that, Sir.  I hate to call just `cause
we need your help but I know the kind of man you are and I'm not afraid to
ask."

"Well, Cowboy, you and Red above all people should know all you have to do
is give me a call.  What can I help you with?"  I briefly outlined what
happened to Master Zack and he said he'd be right to the hospital. He, too,
was fond of Mutt.  I didn't try to stop him because Master Ducey and Lyle
wanted to help as much as they could and were willing to have Lyle ride
Mutt's Harley to Master Zack's.

Master Zack joined us and almost threw up when he saw his friend in such a
terrible shape.  Mutt was patched up and released that evening with
specific instructions to me about his care.  He was doped up pretty heavily
and they had given us further pain medication. Told us to bring him back in
five days if there were no complications and sooner if there was.

Master Red, Master Ducey, Harley, Lyle and I stayed a couple of days taking
care of Mutt and talking to him. He was miserable but not from the pain.
He was upset that he wasn't with his Master taking care of him. My Master
had a way of bringing the light of day into a dark room.

"Mutt, your Master tried to kill you, Son, and if it hadn't been for Harley
and Cowboy here you wouldn't be here now.  You would be one dead
motherfucker, and you talk about leaving to go to him?  I don't think so
young man. There comes a time when your friends have to step in and protect
you from him and yourself.  Stop moaning and groaning about Spider.  We
don't want to hear it.  You ain't going back to him and you can call us any
name you want to, we don't give a shit.  You need our help right now
whether you realize it or not."

Red walked over to Zack and talked in a low voice to him.  Zack nodded his
head and said he'd return in a minute.  He returned with a leg iron and
padlock with a six foot length of heavy chain.  Before he knew what was
happening, Master Zack and Red had the leg iron on Mutt's ankle and
padlocked shut with the first link of the chain.  Then they looped it
around the frame of the hospital bed they had rented for Mutt and locked it
to the frame.  They knew if he could, he was so obsessed with returning to
his Master he would try to escape.  They were not going to let that happen.

 * * * * * * * * * *

I had grown closer to Master Red, and had no problem calling him my Master
and being his slave.  Red and I had talked and I didn't like the idea of
being farmed out to another biker for their pleasure.  I only wanted him
and felt I was the only person he wanted as well.  Besides, I hadn't been
though slave training or imprinting.  I was young and still had my own
ideas of what relationships should be.  I wanted Red to be my Master.  I
wanted to be his slave, but I was so in love with Red I didn't want to
share him.  He gave me everything I needed.  I didn't want to be loaned
out.

I realize now I was wrong, but I was much younger then. If I wanted to be
his slave I should have done as I was told and never questioned him.  I was
young, untrained, idealistic, headstrong and stubborn. I didn't want to
share Red and after he gave me to Master Ben I realized I didn't want Red
to give me to anyone else.  I became so addicted to animal sex with a
demanding, controlling Master, the thought of any other kind of sex I
couldn't imagine.

There was a single slave named T-Bo that rode alone and was traveling with
the Hot Dawgs.  I didn't like T-Bo from the beginning.  He was a lecherous
little man that was always causing trouble and stirring up shit. He made
unfunny little sexual innuendos about anything you were talking about in
normal conversation. Then he'd laugh this strange little nauseous life that
sounded like Bevis & Butthead.  He was effeminate and loud with no manners
nor feelings for anyone that found themselves on the opposite end of his
vicious tongue. The worst part was he wasn't even cleverly vicious.  He had
a rat like little face and enough rings in his nose and ears to hang a
shower curtain.

I knew he had the hots for Booger from the first.  Not because he thought
Red was a good looking man but because I had him.  If someone as good
looking as Cowboy (his thoughts) had Red for a Master then Red must have
something pretty special or he wouldn't have a slave that good looking.
T-Bo wanted anything he could get his hands on by hook or crook and was
brazen enough to admit it.

Red did have something special but T-Bo was incapable of understanding
it. I found out later, because we always seemed to have money, T-Bo thought
Red was the one with the money and he was buying my affections as his
slave.  T-Bo set about to have Red for his own. He made no bones about
it. He was gonna' get Red to dump me and take him on as a slave.  He told
everyone in the camp including me. He made several comments about having
lost his Master in a bad bike accident and he was looking for another good
Master to serve; preferably one with lots of money.  For the most part Red
seemed to ignore him.

Some of the men, as in any biker gang, were good looking men.  One in
particular was really hot.  He looked like a movie star, a young Errol
Flynn. His name was Blaine and he was an ex-GI like me and had been to Nam.
He'd been wounded, captured and managed to escape with the help of the same
corpsman that helped Wes get back to safety. Wes was in Blaine's platoon.
Blaine was an officer.  Wes was a grunt like me.  Blaine was a womanizer
but would fuck anything that held still long enough.  He and I struck up a
friendship.  That's all it was, a friendship but Red got it in his head
that Blaine wanted me. Blaine had no idea what Red was talking about when
we discussed it in private.  He said he wouldn't mind going with me but the
thought hadn't crossed his mind.  I liked him.  He was a bit of a braggart
but I thought he was totally straight and telling me the truth.

One evening Booger decided to give me to Blaine.  While I thought Blaine
was a exceptionally good looking man I didn't care to pleasure him and told
my Master the same thing. I didn't want to go with him. I begged Red not to
order me to do it.  I only wanted him and I reminded him of Cal and how
proud he was of me to ignore Cal's advances and only want him.  He knew how
I felt. I didn't want to be farmed out especially to someone I wasn't
interested in, other than friendship.  Red got angry, started yelling and
screaming, telling me I was his slave and I damn well would carry out his
order.  Again he ordered me to go with Blaine.

Poor Blaine just shrugged his shoulders and motioned for me to come on. I
went with Blaine to settle Red down knowing what would happen. Blaine and I
would talk for a while, maybe have a beer, and we'd both lie to Booger
about great sex. Well, that's not what happened.  Blaine confided to me
he'd always wanted to suck a guy off to see what it was like. Since we
liked each other he knew I would keep my mouth shut, would I let him try?

"Hell, yes, Blaine.  Get on it.  No Master/slave shit just get on it and
see if you like it."  With a few tips from me Blaine got pretty damn good
and really got into pleasuring me.  He got me off in no time.  He wasn't
too shabby for his first blow job. He didn't spit any out either.  He said
it wasn't bad and thought he could get use to it.  Then I sucked him off.
It took me no time to get him off.  He said no woman had ever sucked him
that good. I was beginning to wonder about Blaine.

I returned to our tent, opened the flap and there was Red with his dick in
T-Bo fucking him for all he was worth.  He had set this whole thing up so
he could have time alone to fuck T-Bo.  I was stunned and hurt.  Why?  I
don't know.  I was young; twenty-two years old.  I didn't necessarily
believe in monogamy but needed the closeness and security that a one on one
relationship could provide at that time.  I was still healing from Nam.
Red understood that.  I had talked to him many times and thanked him for
his understanding.  I was emotionally raw and still experiencing major
flashbacks.

Maybe, I just expected more from Red than to order me to have sex with
someone I wasn't interested in so he could fuck a piece of shit.  That's
what I thought of T-Bo; a piece of shit.  I certainly had more respect for
myself and wouldn't put up with that kind of crap from anyone.  Master or
not.  I never lied to Red.  I expected him to be honest with me.  The
thought of having sex with Red after he had his dick in T-Bo repulsed me.
I had to get away.  I gathered my few belongings and threw them on my bike
as T-bo exited our tent sneering like he'd really put one over on me and
his plan to get rid of me was working just fine. Red came running out of
the tent pulling up his pants.

"Wait a minute, Cowboy, you don't understand, let me explain."

"Explain what, Red?  There's nothing to explain.  You want T-Bo?  You got
him. He's your slave now.  I'm out a' here, Red, `cause I sure as hell
ain't gonna' be no man's slave that fucks a piece of shit like that. You
think you're gonna' stick your dick in me after having it in that pig
you're crazier than the other bikers tell me you are."  Red raised his arm
to back hand me.

"Go ahead, Red. Seal the deal. Make me hate you as well as leave you." he
lowered his hand.

"Where the hell do you think your going, Cowboy?  Damn it, you're my slave.
You always will be."

"First of all, Red, I'm not thinking about where I'm going. Even if I knew
I wouldn't tell you. Furthermore, you can't have me and T-Bo for a slave.
You want him?  Let him be your fuck'n slave.  He's made it clear from the
start that he was gonna' have you for a Master and push me out of the
picture. The worst part is, you went along with him; you allowed him to do
it.

So, Bobby-Buck, he won.  I ain't your slave no more.  I'm out of the
picture.  You got yourself a new slave.  Hope you don't get tired of him
squealing like a pig when you fuck him.  You're gonna' get awfully tired of
living on a steady diet of `oinker.'  I have other people that want me and
need me a damn sight more'n you seem to."  With that I cranked my bike and
rode away, so angry and hurt, tears were streaming down my face.

We were somewhere outside of Marfa, Texas and I headed for the boarder. I
traveled North to Ft. Stockton to a small out of the way motel that Master
Beryl and I stayed in on the way to Tucson.  I knew it had individual
cabins. I could park my bike around behind the cabin in a small patio area,
unseen by traffic.  I was tired and angry.  I didn't even bother to clean
up.  I just threw myself across the bed and cried myself to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept but it was late night.  There came a knock on
the door. I went to the door expecting the manager or anyone but Booger.
There stood Red with his hat in his hand like a school boy that had done
bad.  He was the last person I expected and I was shocked when I saw him
standing there.

"Well, you found me. Now go away. I don't want you no more."

"Don't do this, Cowboy.  I'm sorry.  I apologize.  I know you're hurt and
angry. Let it go, it won't happen again."

"I don't have nothing to say to you, Red. Go back to T-Bo.  He'll make you
a good slave. I could understand you wanting to fuck a better looking man
than me, Red, but T-Bo?  That's not only a move down the ladder, it's an
insult to me.  A slap in the face.  A real wake up call, Red. Now, hit the
road and go back to your new slave.  The two of you deserve each other."

"You don't mean that, you love me and you know it; otherwise, you wouldn't
be hurting so bad right now.  I don't want T-Bo for a slave.  I want you
for my slave."

"I'm sorry, Red, I had a hard time calling you `Master' to begin with
because of all the shit I went through in Nam. Now, I'm not sure if I ever
could again.  Not after what happened. You cashed in all the trust I had in
you and shoved it up T-Bo's butt.  I hope he was a good fuck; hope he was
worth what you paid for it.  `Cause your trust account with me has a zero
balance, in fact, your overdrawn at the moment.  Don't think I could ever
trust you again, Red, and without trust, I ain't calling no son of a bitch
`Master!'  No other Master in our family would treat their slave that way
and you know it, Red. Get out of here old man. I'll say it again, I don't
want you no more.

"Look Cowboy, I'm tired.  It took me half the night to find you and I'm not
gonna' let you go until we get this settled.  Let me come in and rest."

"You want it settled, old man, no problem.  Help yourself, the room's paid
for."  I let him come in and started getting my shit together.

"What are you doing, Cowboy?"

"You can stay here, Red. Take your clothes off, lay down, rest. You want
this settled, I'm settling it.  I'm moving on, I don't want to stay with
you no more."

"Okay! Okay, I did wrong.  I admit it, Goddamn it! Gimme' a break,
Cowboy. I never thought it would upset you this much. I realize I was
wrong.  I can see how much it hurt you, but I never meant to hurt you.  I
just didn't think you'd care.  Stay with me, it won't happen again, I
promise.  I'm not gonna' let you go, Billy, I love you too damn much. I
need you, Billy."  I continued to get my stuff together.

"You didn't think I'd care, old man?  You didn't think I'd care?  I begged
your ass not to make me go with Blaine `cause I only wanted you and you
swore and be-damned nine months ago that if I'd be your slave you didn't
want nobody else either. You don't love someone when you force them to go
with someone they're not the least interested in so's you can fuck a pig.
How would you like it if I'd lied to you, sneaked off behind your back to
have Cal fuck me. Do you think you'd put up with that for a minute?  Huh?
Fuck no, you wouldn't.

I didn't do that to you and I sure as hell could have.  Cal wasn't even a
pig.  He was a damn good looking man.  You knew I wasn't interested in
Blaine.  As far as I'm concerned, your promise is just another lie, Red.
Hell, you promised me from the start you only wanted me. You lied to me
about that.  What else are you gonna' lie to me about?  `Sides, Red, to
stay I'd have to trust your promise that it won't happen again.  I all
ready told you you're overdrawn on your account.  I ain't gonna' trust you
no more.

"You went with Ben. I didn't hear you protest." Red retorted.

"That's a lie.  I did protest afterward and you agreed for my sake not to
do it again.  You lied about that, too.  While we're on the subject let me
see your check for thirty thousand dollars from T-Bo, Red. Besides, it was
your idea.  If it bothered you, you didn't have to play Santa Clause and
give me to Ben, you could have said something about it before now and you
haven't.  So that's a moot point." I started to leave and Red moved in
front of the door.

"I'm not letting you walk out on me again, Cowboy.  This isn't a request,
it's an order.  Now settle down, take your clothes off.  Let's go to bed."

"Fuck you, Red!  The idea of sleeping in the same bed with you disgusts
me. You smell like you been fucking a pig."  With that he backhanded me
hard across the mouth sending me half way across the room.  To his
amazement I laughed, got up and wiped the blood away from my face still
laughing at him.

"Is this the way you want it, Red?  Having to beat me up to get it, `cause
that's what you're gonna' have to do.  Now, move out of the way of the
door, old man, or I'm gonna' take you out."  I said in a very controlled,
low, quiet voice.  Red knew I was deadly serious and would try my damnedest
to take him out if he didn't move.  For an instant I saw doubt cross Red's
face as to whether I might be able to.  He suddenly realized, I could. Then
doubt changed to fear and fear changed to frustration and rage. He moved
toward me to hit me again and I moved out of the way.  He lost his balance,
stumbled and fell on his face.  I picked up my shit and walked out. Red
stood in the doorway watching as I rode away into the night.



End of Chapter 10~
Booger Red & Cowboy
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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