Date: Fri, 28 Feb 2003 07:03:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Booger Red & Cowboy Chapter 21"

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BOOGER RED & COWBOY
By Waddie Greywolf

CHAPTER 21


Brant and Rayph fell in love with Boots and Sonny. They wouldn't believe we
were all named Billy Gun. Boots and Sonny had to whip out their license for
them. Sonny's jaw hit the floor when Red and I strolled into the bar with
two handsome patrol officers in tow. He was impressed. So was ole laid back
Boots. At first they thought we might be in trouble until they saw the
self-satisfied smug grin on our Master's mug.

Boots may be impressed with something but you won't be able to tell. I knew
he figured out what happened immediately and couldn't help laughing while
casting glances at me and Red. He kept shaking his head like, 'I can't
believe you two.' Only Red and Cowboy could pick up two good looking cops
and have them invite us to stay with them. Boots told me later that the
whole trip, Red and I never ceased to amaze him and Sonny with some of the
chance things that happened to us along the way. They never rode with any
other riders for such an extended period and enjoyed themselves as
much. The best part, they were getting paid for it.

Of course, Sonny let his dad drink both their beers and had an empty bottle
waiting for our Master. Brant sent Rayph for beers for all of us. I sat
mine next to my Master and noticed that Rayph did the same with Brant. We
were sitting around the corner from the bar and no one could see us. Brant
saw I wasn't drinking but didn't say anything. Red finished his beer and
took my beer to start on.

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

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

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

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

"Well, Cowboy needs something to drink. I've made him wait long enough."
Red got up and grabbed the two empty bottles. Brant figured out what they
were talking about and spoke up.

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

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

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

"Sure, young man. He may join you if he wishes." Rayph was up and with us
in a second. My Master returned from the head and Sonny went over to get
our `beers.' He brought them over and handed each one. We clicked bottles
to each other and I took about two big gulps of mine and Sonny drank about
half of his. We watched Rayph take a drink and started to make a face then
swallowed, took another bigger mouthful, then another. He got a smile on
his face.

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

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

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

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

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

He told Boots he would be ready to step in when the time came. He had faith
in Boots. I did too. The big man was really coming along. Somehow, the
months of riding and talking with Red came to fruition for Boots at the
ranch. Even Sonny commented that Master Boots was not the same old dad he
knew at the beginning of our journey. He began to look at Boots in a
totally different way. Master Boots was slowly replacing Dad Boots.

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

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

Boots developed a wicked sense of humor and took great delight in
embarrassing the slave that was assigned to him. Red though it was
wonderful; insisted it toughened up a slave, made him learn to be proud,
hold his head high, rather than be embarrassed. The next morning Boots led
Brant into the living room on a leash, naked, his butt plugged, made him
stand at attention before us and tell us everything his Master did to him
and made him do. Then Brant paid homage to Boots' boots and thanked him for
using him as his slave.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes Sir. Be proud to Master."

Rayph put up the barrier ropes. Brant was timing. Sonny opened the
chute. Red broke the barrier, and started out the gate. The steer had
barely cleared the chute and Red had his rope around it's horns and neck,
dallied his rope to the saddle horn turned the steer ninety degrees. I was
right there, caught the hinders, and backed my horse to secure. We were
done. Best time I ever logged with anyone. I was stunned. Rayph couldn't
believe his eyes. Red rode back over to Brant, smiled his `gottcha' smile
at Brant, got down from his horse and handed him the reigns.

"Now, Son,---that's the way it should be done. Let that be a lesson to
you. Never challenge an old man when you don't know everything about him."
Red spoke softly to Brant. I started laughing and couldn't stop. Brant was
humbled, apologized to Red profusely and only fell more in love with my
Master. From that moment on, Brant listened closely to any tip from my
Master and accepted it as gospel. He could accept it as gospel, Red was not
a man to give advice unless he knew what he was talking about.

There was more to my Master than I knew by a long shot. All this time I'd
spent with this big, ugly man, my animal, my magnificent, wonderful beast,
my Master, and I realized, I didn't know everything about him. That
epiphany only made me resolve to love him more. Here he was, as good a
roper or maybe better than I was and I never knew. We never discussed it.

I learned early with Red, if he wanted you to know he'd tell you. If not,
all the questions in the world wouldn't get him to talk about it. Most
times he knew I was curious but being a good and well trained slave I
wouldn't ask if my ass was on fire. Sometimes he'd take pity on me and
throw me a bone of information. The rest I was supposed to piece together
for myself.

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

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

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

My Master knew how much Sonny loved him and it would probably be hardest on
him. Red treated Sonny like a son and a second slave. Sonny went out of his
way to obey and listen to his Master. Boots never felt threatened. In fact
he told me how happy he was Red had taken Sonny for his second slave. Red
didn't overdo but he was generous with his time with Sonny.

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

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

Brant took Red aside and told him he never had a father and what he
experienced, what Red had given him the past week, he'd never known
before. He'd never met a man he felt was man enough, in his estimation,
that he would consider submitting to, but when he saw Red on his bike he
knew he was the man he would gladly kneel before and call Master. Brant
sincerely thanked Red for his love, and patience with him and Rayph. He
respected Red for his personal strength, generosity and understanding.

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

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

"We will, Master, I promise." Brant broke down and started crying in Red's
arms. That was the third time, I think, I ever saw Red cry. He'd fallen in
love with Brant, too. Rayph fell in love with all of us. Brant gave up
control of Rayph to Master Red. He accepted that Red was alpha-male and was
only too happy to submit. Rayph fell in line with the rest of Master Red's
faithful slaves. He cried in Red's arms when he tried to say goodbye. It
was tough leaving two fine, good looking, masculine men like Brant and
Rayph. We all allowed we spent a wonderful week together.

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

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

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

Then we found the most amazing thing. An old bible open in a case. It was a
genealogy of a number of the early Gunns. One of the Gunn men directly in
line as Boot, Sonny, and my ancestor married a Grainger woman. Sister to
the brother that was one of Red's ancestors. We were distantly related. No
wonder he felt we were family. We were family. What were the chances we'd
stop by that museum and that bible would be turned to that page? Red no
longer questioned. Neither did Boots and Sonny.

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

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

Sonny hadn't noticed anything yet but Boots was beginning to get
worried. He usually rode behind me and Sonny rode behind Red. Boots didn't
want to alarm me but he noticed Red was riding differently than he
had. Sometimes he drifted in his lane like his vision was blurring. Both of
us noticed that after several hours on the bikes, Red was tired. Never was
a problem. I got us rooms and we rested until he felt up to going on. Sonny
was none the wiser so far.

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

Unbeknownst to me, Boots had called his new Dad almost every week to check
in. It made me feel good to know he thought enough of dad to do that. Dad
was looking forward to seeing Boots and Sonny again and would kill the
fatted calf when they got there. He was anxious to reunite the four Billy
Gunns.

Of course my old man let me have it when we got home.

"Well, at least one of my son's thought enough of his old man to keep in
touch." He was standing behind Boots with his big arms around Boots locking
him in a hug. He was hugging him and kissing around on him. Boots was in
heaven.

They got out their small map dad had drawn for them. It was pretty
accurate. We also bought a map of Texas and I drew the roads to take to get
there. It wasn't too difficult. I knew Boots was a pretty fair
navigator. We sent them on their way and wished each other well. We'd see
them in a couple of days in Mason. Boots told Red and me he was going to
see if he could get dad to talk to Sonny about Red's condition and the
expected outcome. Sonny looked upon dad as his granddad. He loved my old
man almost as much as I did.

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

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

I didn't know what to expect from his brother. He wasn't married but had
several children. His wife passed away many years ago. He lived with a
giant of a man, his personal bodyguard, bigger than Big Jim or Master
Beryl. This man was a giant. He had to stoop going through doorways. I
stood transfixed when I saw him, he was so ugly, he made Booger look like a
Texas beauty queen. He wore a huge, heavy duty ring through his nose that
was permanently welded into place. It wasn't your usual piercing jewelry,
the damn thing was industrial size. It had to be of quarter inch stock and
approximately four and half inches in diameter.

I was attracted to Griz immediately. I learned I had a thing for big, ugly
men. Of course, that's no news flash.  Red warned me about Griz and
laughingly told me I would find him interesting. I couldn't wait to meet
the giant man and meet his brother again, too. Red was right. I took one
look and that big, ugly, bear of a man and my old dick wouldn't stop
drooling. I couldn't stop my heart from beating ninety miles and hour. I
wanted to run to him an bury my face in his chest fur.

Red's brother introduced Griz to me and I took his huge paw (it wasn't a
man's hand it was too damn big) between both my smaller hands and looked
into the most beautiful deep brown eyes. There was the soul of a saint
behind those eyes. He gently pulled me into him and put his huge arms
around me. He put one big paw behind my head and gently held my head to his
breast.  He had the soft, faint, smell of roses.

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

"You're not bad looking yourself, Big Man." I told him realizing I wasn't
lying to the man. I meant it.

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

He and I had met when I was with Uncle Bud on the rodeo circuit. He raved
on and on to Booger and Griz about the several times he saw my uncle and I
win at different Rodeos. He had joined his brother in Ft. Worth for the
national finals when Uncle Bud and I won. He remembered Buck and Dan Yates
well. Through mutual friends he and Griz had even stayed a week with them
on their ranch. Bro. Red spoke highly of Buck and Dan. Red began to change
his mind about Dan Yates and no longer saw him as a looming threat to our
love.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes, Master Red."

"Now Son," Bro Red spoke to me, "He was once a hard charging backwoodsman
in Alaska. I won him in a card game. I didn't know whether I was playing
with a man or a big, ugly bear. His real name is Grizzly, I shit you
not. He was so big coming out of his momma she thought she'd been raped by
a Grizzly bear. She thought she was giving birth to a bear cub instead of a
man child. He was covered in hair when he popped out. That just made her
all the more sure. Hell, he was born with a five o'clock shadow. I took
away his last name. He was Grizzly Burke. Now he's just Griz or Grizzly. I
own him body and soul. Had that ring welded in his nose the second week I
owned him. Made sure it was big enough to get my hand through.

He obeys me without question or he knows he'll go back to being trained
again with a chain through his nose ring. Maybe the best thing is, over the
years, I've come to love the big son of a bitch.  He's saved my life three
or four times by his brute strength alone. He also keeps me warm at
night. He takes care of me. Fucks me good anytime I need it. You control
him and he'll give you one of the best fucking's you ever had, except for
my Bro. here. He can become a wild animal when he's in your ass so you have
to control him. He'll do what you tell him `cause he knows he'll be
severely punished if he don't, right Griz?"

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

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

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

"Yes Master." Griz replied.

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

"Got that, Cowboy?"

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

Booger got me aside.

"You all right with this, Cowboy?"

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

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

"Now, cut that out, Master! You ain't ugly. Remember what Brant and Rayph
said about you. `Sides compared to Griz you're downright pretty." I roared
with laughter, Red grinned like I was being a smart ass kid again and he
loved it, "somehow, my Master, my magnificent beast, you've gotten a lot
better looking over the last two years." Red threw back his head and
laughed with me.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"`Master Bear,' I like that, salve-cub. Now, get down there and pay homage
to your Master Bear's big boots. I may be Master Red's slave but I haven't
forgotten how to be a good Master to a young purttie bear-cub." Griz was a
Master at heart but he made one hell of a powerful and noble slave for his
Master.

He loved Red's brother with a passion and would easily break any man in two
that tried to harm him. He acted as a work partner and body guard for
Bro. Red. He was Bro. Red's right hand man when it came to putting out oil
rig fires. He once ran into a raging fire storm to pull his Master to
safety. He had come to love his Master with the ferocity of a wild but only
partially tamed beast.

He ordered me off with my clothes and didn't allow me to take his off until
he had examined every inch of my body with his big paws; every inch! He
even looked into my mouth. He thought I was the `purttiest damn thing' he'd
seen in ten years or more. He told me he'd seen me rope in Ft. Worth with
his Master.  Bro. Red wouldn't take him along to introduce him to us. He
waited for his Master in the stands. He told me he fell in love with me
when he saw me with my uncle almost five years ago.

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

"Nam?" was all he asked. I just nodded my head slowly, kinda shamefully. He
pulled me to him and gently kissed each one as if he wished he could take
away the remembered pain. For that moment, he did. Something came over
me. It was like the two of us were transported to another dimension of
peace and calm. Griz had done something to me, or us, maybe when he kissed
my wounds. What did this man have that he could put my heart at peace so
easily?

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

He quietly ordered me to undress him. I could barely get his huge boots
off; however, he was kind enough to help by placing his other big boot on
my butt and pushing. When I finally pulled his overalls off, I couldn't
believe the shaft that fell out of the big man's pants. It was unbelievably
large.  Then it dawned on me, why his face was so ugly. He was like my
Master. God put all his beauty between his legs. I could only stare and
wonder. How could Red's brother get fucked time and again with that? I
guess the human body is a remarkable thing. It will adapt. He smiled at me
staring at him.

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

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

"Don't worry, purttie little Cub, I won't put it all in, I don't wanna'
hurt you. My Master would tie me to the whippin' rack for three days if'n I
did."

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

He had hair, long hair, all over his body. His back was covered in hair. I
could've braided the hair on his chest. I had to peal back three layers of
thick fur to find a nipple to suck; but when I did, oh shit, was it sweet?
He had the tastiest fluids that came from those enormous, brown nipples. I
could run my fingers through all that luxurious fur and imagine I was a
real bear cub suckling on his daddy bear's teat.

The bear skin we were laying on had only a little longer fur than my Master
Bear. He proceeded to lick and drool over every part of my body. He had a
rough tongue like an animal's and damn near drove me out of my ever lovin'
mind. He got his tongue so far up my ass I though I would have to get a
plumber's helper to get him out. For all his animal like qualities he made
love to me like a poet. He not only swapped spit he engulfed me with his
love. I have never felt safer with any man or animal than Griz made me feel
that night. I gave myself to him with wanton abandon.

If he was going to try me on for size, I knew I had to be clean. I excused
myself and went to his shower with my small bag. When I finished I took him
by the hand, pulled him in to the shower and bathed him. I took my time and
pampered him. At first, Griz was unsure about me serving him, but as he got
into it, he loved it. He said he never had a slave-cub do that for him and
asked if I did it regularly for my Master.

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

"Even one's ugly as I am?"

"I never said you was ugly."

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

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

"The way you touch me, the way you hold me; the gentle way you make love to
me. You're not doing it `cause ya' have to, you're doing it `cause you want
to,---you think I'm special. The way you just cleaned every part of my body
like I was a piece of fine china. The way you cleaned under my foreskin
with your tongue before you used the wash cloth. You wanted to taste me,
and that's special. It tell's me you need me and want me as much as I need
and want you." The big man grabbed hold of my soul with that statement.  I
had no idea he was that sensitive and insightful;--not too sophisticated
but, hell, it worked for me.

"The damnedest thing about that is,--you're right.  I want to feel as much
of you in me as we can get, Master Bear. God gave you beauty, he just put
it between your legs. Not only do you have the biggest dick I've ever come
across, you also have one of the `purttiest' ones.  Hell, you ain't ugly,
you look like a man's suppose to look, rugged and strong. It's people like
me that ain't right, Master Bear. I've been told I was `purttie' all my
life. My real dad, my Uncle Bud that I rodeoed with, was a drop dead,
`purttie,' handsome man but my dad that raised me, ahhhh,---now there's a
man for ya.' He ain't too `purttie' but he has a strong, masculine, good
looking, face. My dad has the face of a man and so do you Master
Bear. You'd love my dad. I promise you, he'd cause the third spot in your
overalls."

"J'ever sleep with your old man?"

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

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

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

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

"Why, Master Bear?"

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

"No, Sir."

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

"Don't tell me--?"

"Yep, I was a third again bigger'n my dad when I was a young'n. I loved my
old man so much I just wanted to please him. Momma was visiting relatives,
we'd come in from a hard days work and he smelled so good I couldn't help
myself. Hell, he never told me nothing `bout the birds and the bees. I
didn't know about men and women. I didn't know that men went with women. I
fell in love with him. I laid him up on the table, undid his pants, pulled
`em down to his knees and sucked him off.  He fought and protested until,
it started feeling good. Then he relaxed, laid back and let me have him.

He gave me a big ole mouthful of his come. He tasted so damn good I though
he'd love me for making him feel good. He didn't. Said I was a damn pervert
and no son of his was gonna' be a queer. I didn't know what a queer was. He
threw me out to fend for myself in late fall of an Alaskan winter. It was
getting colder and I had no food or shelter. I crawled into a den of
hibernating Grizzlys to kept warm. I sucked bear milk to stay alive. Big
momma bear was hibernating and just thought I was one of her cubs. When
spring come she just accepted me as one. She thought she'd given birth to
me that winter.

Later I run into my old man in a saloon in Nome. I didn't even know my
momma died but I told him I weren't his son no more. He cut himself off
from me when he threw me out to die, only I didn't. He weren't my dad no
more and I told him to stay the hell away from me if'n he knew'd what was
good for him. Shortly after that I met Master Red and knew I wanted him to
be my dad, only I didn't tell him. I got into a card game with him and lost
everything but myself and I bet him that, only I cheated. I had him beat
with my cards but I managed to discard two and get back two that I had
previously discarded so's I would lose to him. He don't know that."

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

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

"Close enough for me, Master Bear." I gently moved his nose ring out of the
way and kissed him full on the mouth. He took me into his mouth like a
hungry bear. Putting is huge mouth over half my face to insert his massive
tongue down my throat. He tickled me all over as I began to suck on his
tongue like it was a big cock in my mouth. I knew I couldn't wait much
longer to feel that massive chunk of bear meat in my gut. First, I wanted a
taste of bear butt.

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

I placed his big boot square in my crotch and had him insert his huge
foot. He gabbed the tabs on the sides and pushed hard against my crotch
until I almost hollered `uncle.' Just as I was about to worry about losing
my balls his foot miraculously slipped in. I breathed a sigh of relief. He
smiled as he handed me the second one. We did a repeat of the first boot
and this time he let me off easier as he managed to slip his foot into his
boot without so much difficulty. I got him on his bed again and scooped his
massive legs up in each of my arms as he laid back on his bear skin.

I propped his butt up against my chest as his big boots rested on my
shoulders. I had his butt hole right where I wanted it. I couldn't even see
it. It looked like a fur pie but when I took my hands and moved all the fur
aside I found the prettiest ass hole that just cried out for some cowboy
tongue lovin.' I asked his permission to clean him and he gladly gave it. I
went to work cleaning and getting my tongue as far inside him as I
could. Damned if he didn't taste like bear. Not that I know what bear
tastes like, it was more like what I thought a bear might taste like.

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

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

"Now, how `bout lettin' your slave sit on that big thing."

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

"What ever my Master wants. We could do both."

"Good idea. You can open yourself up and I could take you after that." I
lubed him up real good with KY and he offered to shove a little up my
butt. He put the tube at my sphincter and squeezed. A good slug of it went
up my ass. He sat back on the bed propped up by some bear skin throw
pillows and I positioned his huge shaft at my back door. I managed to ease
the big head in and take about a third of it. It was filling me up
fast. But I was determined to take more and slowly worked it in and out
taking a little more each time. He was in ecstacy, moaning and groaning as
to how good my butt was feeling on his dick.

Then I spied his big brown nipple getting hard and poking out from beneath
all that fur, begging to be sucked. I latched onto his big brown teat. He
gently took my head in his big paw and lock me onto it as I began to
suck. Suddenly my ass hole dilated and I took another third of him. He took
a deep breath and his teat squirted bits of sweet tart liquid into my
mouth. The taste of his masculinity made me work my ass more furiously as I
increased my sucking. I was working my ass like I was sliding up and down
on a fire house emergency pole.

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

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

"Some bear milk."

"From your teat, Big man?"

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

"Sure, I'd love for you to feed me some." I had no idea what he was talking
about but he gently put his big paw behind my head again and pulled me on
to the same teat. I began sucking again.  As I was sucking the fluid
changed from tart male fluids to a sweet, mild, delicious milk flavor. I
never had that happen before from a man. His teats were producing milk; man
milk; bear milk. I sucked more and more. I loved the taste. I couldn't get
enough. It was rich and thick almost like a condensed milk and just as
sweet. It was unbelievable and unbelievably good.  His bear milk began to
relax me and make my ass dilate even more. Each time I would take more of
him into me.

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

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

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

He continued raising and letting me slowly slide back down his shaft over
and over again. I could feel the big head of his cock traveling up deeper
inside me every time I slid down his dick but I wasn't concerned. I was far
too relaxed with his humming and milk. A couple of times I thought his dick
was going to come out of my mouth. He steadily kept raising me and letting
me slid down again until finally he took his hands away. He didn't put his
hands under me any more. I came back to reality. His breathing slowly
changed to even, relaxed breaths.

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

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

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

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

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

"Better, Cub, much better." He held me close and we made love with him all
the way inside him. He made the sweetest love and was gentle with me. I
gently moved his nose ring out of the way and kissed him full on the mouth
as I took another goodly stroke on his shaft. He began to growl deep in his
throat as we swapped spit. He was a bear and I had all of him inside of
me. I was beginning to dilate to his size and knew I could take him for a
good ride. If I could take Leon day after day and many nights with Big
Beryl I felt comfortable with the bear.

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

"Are you kidding? It doesn't get in our way and furthermore I think it is
the hottest thing I've seen on a big man in a long time. You wear it well
and it looks like it belongs on you.  You may be a Master underneath, but
you've chosen to be a slave like me. Your Master put that in your nose to
wear with pride and to control you. You should be proud of that ring. I
would never consider you for a Master if you got rid of it. That's how hot
I think you look with it."

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

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

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

He knew I was all ready dilated and began to use my ass for his
pleasure. He knew how a Master should use and fuck his slave. I wondered
how he got away with it with his Master. Who cared? I was getting what I
needed and so was he. When he pulled that big thing all the way out,
re-split my ass, and firmly sunk it all the way, I thought it would never
stop going into my butt.

Griz was like riding the ultimate cock. He was big, long and filling. He
gave the term deep fucking new dimensions. He would be able to plant his
seed deeper in me than even Leon could. He truly was going where no man had
gone before. After he finished, I wasn't real sure he was a man. He
growled, chewed on my ears, drooled on my face as he lost all control of
his salivary glands. His brain went into bear mode as he was fucking me and
I have never been more convinced that I was actually being fucked by a
large animal. I was loving every minute of it but he was hitting something
inside that started me climbing up the hill to comesville.

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

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

I shot and shot and shot again. He didn't slow his fucking and I thought I
was going to have to pull on his nose ring when finally he started to ease
off. I could still feel him emptying way up inside of me his hot bear
come. Not just a few squirts but I could feel major flow into my ass. The
big man was filling my ass with his seed. We lay there together in the
afterglow.  It was the strangest thing.  I could smell his healty male oder
from his body's sexual excitement and release but over the top of all the
human/animal smells the faint scent of roses.  Yes, definitely roses.

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

I quietly thanked him for such a great fucking and appreciated him spilling
his seed in my ass. How honored I was. He was breathing comfortably as he
took my head, pulled it towards his chest and hooked me onto one of his big
teats again. We lay there for half and hour or more locked together like
two dogs with me sucking away on his big bear teat. He began to give way to
more of the sweet white fluid. Man milk, or maybe it was bear milk but it
tasted like sweet milk. The more I sucked the more he released to me.

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

"Yeah, you like bear milk, Cub?"

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

"I went back to sucking and this time I started massaging his big pectoral
muscle to get more flow. He gave me much more flow and I was gulping the
good warm milk down. He moved me to his other teat and it was like a fresh
cow. I got more of it but it began to have a funny affect on me. It started
making me very relaxed and sleepy. It was like drinking a strong
tranquilizer. I wanted more but I had to stop. He felt me go limp in his
arms and knew what happened. He gently and slowly started to eased out of
me as tears ran down my cheeks.

"Am I hurting you, Cub?"

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

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

"Could you rest that way, Master Bear?"

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

"Then, please, put it back, Master." He smiled at me, kissed me again
gently and held me tight as I felt him work that huge thing all the way
back up inside me. It felt like it belonged there and I new the bear milk
was going to put me out at any moment. My ass would have that big bear dick
to chew on all night. The thought made me hard again and he felt it against
his belly.

"So you like my nose ring, Cub?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"My Master's dying, Griz.  He has an inoperable brain tumor that's growing
every day. We found out about eight months ago but we've been touring the
U.S. and he didn't want to tell his brother until he had a month or so
left.  He may have less than that we just don't know.  He didn't want to
tell him too soon 'cause my Master didn't want his brother worrying about
him for too long."

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

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

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

"Well, it can't be, Big Bear, there's another loving Master that's waiting
for me to become his slave if something happens to my Master. He's the dad
of the man who was my Master in Nam. He's waited almost three years for me
to come to him and I want to serve him. I can dream of having you as a
Master someday. I would be proud to serve and take care of you."

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

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

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

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

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

I woke once during the night when the big bear pulled me tighter to him and
reseated his big dick deep in my butt. I never slept so warm, full and
relaxed since I'd been back from Nam. He'd thrown a light comforter over us
and I felt secure and comfortable in his big arms. He never let me go all
night. I awoke the next morning with light streaming into the room feeling
his big dick growing in my butt filling me to the max. I found my giant
ring-nosed bear sitting up on one elbow looking at me. I looked into his
deep set, beautiful, brown eyes. They were sad but loving. I reached up
with my hand, gently lifted his nose ring out of the way and kissed him as
I wiggled my ass as far down his shaft as I could. The big son of a bitch
blushed. I couldn't believe it. He had the heart of a school boy with a
crush.

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

"Awh, t'weren't nothing, Little Bear. Felt good having you suck it out of
me. I don't know what makes me produce the stuff but sometimes it builds up
in there. You did me a favor, you almost drained me. You were sucking and
kneading my chest after you were sound asleep. Never had nobody do that
before. You were like my baby cub I was feeding. You captured my heart last
night, Little Cub. I've always dreamed of having a little brother cub that
I could take care of and would love me for who I am, a big ugly bear.  I
don't want to let you go but I know we'll see each other again and I want
what we had last night to be good memories. I want you to like me."

"I do like you Master Bear and my memories of last night are wonderful, I
guarantee you. Could I offer you a little more cowboy butt, Master Bear?
I'd really like to feel that big thing fucking me again."

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

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

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

He worked me up slowly until he was riding me harder than he had the night
before. My ass was giving way to his persistent onslaughts of long dickin'
and hard riding. I opened up to him like a night blooming Cirrus that had
only one evening to share it's beauty with the world. I couldn't even
tighten my muscle anymore for him, but it didn't seem to matter.

All of a sudden he started hitting something deep inside me that made my
whole body start to vibrate. He new I was near and ordered me to come. I
didn't have to ask instructions how to get there as I let go a huge volley
into his fur and once again I felt him emptying his big bear load deep into
my ass. It felt warm and wonderful as he shot volley after volley of his
hot bear come further in me that any man had before. It felt like he was
filling my tank with his fluids. He was pleased he had gotten us off but
seemed a little nervous and frustrated.

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

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

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

"Come then, Master Bear, I'll suck you off in the shower." I don't think he
believed me.

I skinned his big foreskin back, started going down on him and about the
fifth try to take him as far down my throat as I could he shot one hell of
a load in my mouth. I sucked it down as greedily as my ass had taken it. He
moaned, growled and pitched his hips forward as he shot several times into
my waiting mouth. He had his own distinctive flavor. He tasted like bear. A
wild masculine taste flavored with clover honey. All bear's love clover
honey.

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

He gently raised his nose ring and I put my face up to his for his kiss. He
was sweet, gentle but underneath a controlled beast. I could love this man
deeply. I knew someday I would. I know he could love me deeply; he all
ready had, twice. I bathed him and washed every part of his big body. He
even let me clean his ass with my fingers and some soap.  He laughed at me
for being so gentle with him as I toweled him dry. A chore which took three
giant size bath towels to accomplish. His hairy body just held the water.

I took my hair dryer and blew him dry. He loved that, especially when I
rubbed his big bear back as I was drying his fur. I found some body powder
and lightly powered his big body. He smelled and looked wonderful. He was
fluffed and powdered. He looked for all the world like the meanest,
anatomically correct, teddy bear any little boy or girl ever had on their
bed. I helped him get dressed and with one last kiss we headed for the
door.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Rise, Cowboy and show this Master your love." I threw my arms around him,
hugged and kissed him. He didn't hold back and put a great deal of
affection in his kiss. "Damn, little brother, you ain't had no slave in
years but when you decided to take one you chose the pick of the litter."

"He is kinda pretty, ain't he Bro?" Red joked with his brother,"Did that
giant bear get all fifteen inches up your little chute last night?" My
Master joked with me.

"He did indeed, Master. Slept all night riding that big thing. I wouldn't
let him take it out. I felt like a flag pole sitter that farted. I ordered
him to fuck me good again this morning and sucked him off once in the
shower. For the next two weeks you're gonna' have to fuck me two times in a
row to satisfy me." Red just howled with laughter.

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

"Thank you, Master, for letting me take care of Cowboy. He's a wonderful
young man who's thoughtful and kind. I love him, Master." I was shocked
that Griz would be so bold with his Master. Bro. Red walked over to the big
man and put his arms around him.

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

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

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

"Cowboy bathed, dried and powered me, Master Red. He done a good job,
didn't he?"

"Wonderful job, I can see the two of you bonded pretty well, that's good."
I was glad to see that Bro. Red knew when Griz needed some love and
encouragement. Griz got the biggest smile on his face and I winked at
him. He blushed again. He won my heart.

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

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

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

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

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

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

He spoke your name in reverent tones last night when he told me that he had
no choice in the matter. He said a higher power told you, you had to be
with him. He broke up in my arms telling me how much he loves you and how
grateful he is to have you by his side through this.  He told me this year
with you these months touring with you and your cousins, has been the
greatest year of his life. Do you have any idea where he wants to spend his
final days?"

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

"Not too well, Son. He's my baby brother and I practically raised
him. We've been close for years; although, in the last several years he's
been on that damn bike so much I don't get to see him that often. I'm
surprised he stopped by here. He can be an ornery, independent cuss when he
wants to be. I read all about the two of you saving that Arab Prince's
life.

He told me you saved his life this year and clipped the varmints what were
gonna' do him in. I've always thought you were a fine, talented, young man
but I have a lot more respect for you after he told me that, Son. You and
your uncle have always been tops in my book but the way my little brother
told me that story last night, he had us both laughing our ass's off. He
was dead serious when he told me he owe you his life. He spoke of you and
the way you handled the situation in reverent tones. He said he thought
you'd a' killed that little `scooter trash' if'n he hadn't begged you not
to, then ordered you not to as his slave; said he'd want you covering his
back in any fight.  He worships the ground you walk on, Cowboy, and I can't
say's I'm far behind him in that feeling. Now, you got a giant bear in your
corner, too." he laughed to lighten the mood.

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

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

"I can't say, Master Red."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"We need to get out of here tomorrow. I love my brother but he can be
overpowering. He's a strong figure of a man. While he can be kind and
giving he also can be demanding and controlling. I've always been a bit
intimidated by him. I let him push me around and tell me what to do so's
not to argue. I don't feel comfortable around him when he starts telling me
what to do. He thinks that's still his job as my big brother. That's when I
hear the road calling my name, Son.  Besides, to be honest, I miss Boots
and Sonny. I thank God he gave us those two men to love and lean on during
this tour. They mean a lot to me, Cowboy."

"I know they do, Master.  I look upon Boots as my big brother and Sonny as
my little brother. I love them both. I've never regretted a time you
decided to swap slaves. You're a good Master, Red. Not only to me but Sonny
and Boots as well. You kept your promise to me and never let things get out
of hand. I've never minded sharing you with Sonny. I have to laugh at him
the next day after his been with you. He's in another world. He don't talk
about it much. We decided not to compare notes. I'll be sitting quietly
next to him and he'd say under his breath,

"Fucked my ass four times last night, every damn one was harder and more
demanding than the one before. Son of a bitch, if my ass ain't sore. Now I
know what you mean, Brother. Every time a pain shoots through my butt I
think of the feeling I had when our Master was getting himself some of the
best stuff up there making it feel really good; using my slave ass, taking
all he wanted. Every time I feel it hurt a little, I quietly thank our
Master out loud and swear that shooting pain's the best fucking feeling
I've ever had in my life. Damned, if it don't feel good, Cowboy!" Then we'd
break up laughing.

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

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

"How's that, Darlin'?"

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

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

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

"Un-unnh!" he growled shaking his head `no' with a big grin on his face.

"Un-huh!" I replied emphatically shaking my head `yes.'  He raised his big
arm in mock anger to backhand me.

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



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