Date: Wed, 22 Jan 2003 08:33:50 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Booger Red & Cowboy Chapter 9"

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BOOGER RED & COWBOY
By Waddie Greywolf


CHAPTER 9


We went shopping and bought a couple of new pair of Wranglers and two good
looking western shirts.  I picked out a beautiful green color to match
Red's brilliantly red beard and `stach; matched his green eyes as well.  I
picked out a beautiful steel grey shirt for me. We were ready for the
evening.  We were hanging around the motel with the guys when the motel
owner dropped by.

"Hear you two are dining with royalty tonight?"

"Yeah, Mr. Clark, by accident." I told him.  "Come on in." He shook hands
all around.

"You guys have been good company and been good to the staff since you've
been here.  My partner, me and the staff would like to have you all for a
barbeque Friday evening, day after tomorrow."  Big Beryl accepted for all
of us including Cal.

"Sounds like a nice time, Hudson." Big Beryl said, "We'd be happy to come.
Can we bring anything?"

"No, just come around six.  Our pool is indoors and heated so not to worry
about freezing your buns off.  The spa is a hundred and ten degrees. No
need for swim suits.  No one can see in anyway."

Master Earl and Zack arrived with sandwiches and beer for all.  They were
light but filling.  I shared half of mine with Mr. Clark.  I wasn't that
hungry and didn't want to fill up before dinner. We talked during lunch. I
brought up the subject of Dan Yates and Tim Russell.

"You guys are gonna' think I'm crazy but Buck came to me in a dream the
other night.  He told me that we had to get Tim to Master Jeb and Jim for
training.  To hide him from the draft.  Would you gentlemen consider riding
to Tucson to pick him up, maybe teach him to ride his new bike. Red and I
could meet you in Las Vegas or Phoenix, where ever--"

"I'll be glad to go get him, Son." Big Beryl spoke without hesitation.

"Count us in." said Bull, "I'd enjoy seeing Dan Yates again and eat
Mrs. Russell's good chow."

"Yeah, I agree with Bull." confirmed Charlie.

"Me, too!  Damn, that lady `be' a fine cook." said Master Jim.

"We'd like to meet this man as well." spoke Master Zack and Earl.

"I'll ride with the two of you Red if you don't mind." said Cal.

"Sure Cal, you're welcome to."

I washed our new jeans and shirts in the motel laundry so they wouldn't
look brand new.  They came out great. Everyone finally went their way
around four and I lay across the bed with Red.

"No matter what trouble we get ourselves into this evening, I love you,
Master Red."  He laughed as he hugged me.

"Shit, Cowboy, you know I love you.  I may give you to the Prince for the
evening if he's interested.  Sure would be a nice way of showing our
appreciation."

"I better get in the bathroom and prepare myself.  When I'm finished I'll
come get you so's I can bathe you too."  "You don't have to do that, Son."

"Would you deny your slave that pleasure, Master?"  He got a smile on his
face.

"Not for a minute, slave."

We were ready when the driver came to pick us up.  He came to the door and
knocked.  All our family stood, watched and waved goodbye us as we drove
away.  We asked to sit up front with the driver.  He was an American named
Harry and liked me and Booger right away.

"The Prince is really a prince of a man." he laughed at his own joke, "I've
worked for him for six years and never had a problem.  I call him `Your
Highness,' `Prince' or when he's in American casual cloths I simply call
him `Ben.'  He's very charming and--" he hesitated.

"Sexy, Harry?" I responded.  Harry blushed.

"Yes, he is,--very, Billy."  We all laughed.

"Does he prefer men to women, Harry?" Red boldly asked.

"I can't tell you that, Mr. Red, but let me put it this way.  If he were to
like men, Cowboy here would be his type."

"We didn't hear that, Harry."  Red said laughing. I laughed too.

"You gentlemen will get along fine with the Prince.  Just act natural, be
genteel and polite.  You are anyway, at least you have been with me.  I see
no problems."

We drove into the parking structure, Harry opened the door for us and led
us to a private elevator where a man in a dark suit with sunglasses was
waiting.

"Good evening Hassim.  I'm to deliver these gentlemen to the Prince. Will
you be so kind."  The man closed the elevator door and we rose to the
penthouse.

"Thank you, Hassim. Please, follow me, Gentlemen."  Harry led the way to a
big double door and knocked gently twice.  The door swung open an there
stood the Prince in levis, western boots, and a beautiful western shirt.
He looked like he was ready for the rodeo circuit.  All he needed was a hat
and I suspected he had one.

"Ben, these are the gentlemen you asked me to deliver.  May I present
Mr. Booger Red and his associate Mr. Billy Gunn."  The Prince, Ben, shook
Boogers hand and then mine.

"Welcome Gentlemen.  Come in, come in.  Just call me Ben.  If we should be
out together and or you should run in to me in my traditional cloths please
do me the favor of referring to me as `Your Highness.' `Prince' or simply
`Sir.'  Here, where I can relax with friends and wear American casual
clothes then I'm just `Ben.' Right, Harry?"

"Yes Sir, your Highness."  We all laughed at Harry's joke.

"Harry, would you care to join us for dinner?"

"Would you be offended, Sir, if I begged off for tonight?  I have a date
and I'm due to end my shift in about an hour."

"Certainly not.  I didn't asked you to plan for it so go with my
blessing. I thought if you had nothing planned you might enjoy their
company as much as I will."

"I'm sure I would.  They seem like fine men, Sir.  Thanks for the offer and
thinking of me."

"On your way then, my friend, and have a good evening."

"You too, Sir, and gentlemen, Red and Cowboy, it was a pleasure to meet
you.  Another driver will see you back to your motel."  We shook hands with
Harry and wished him well.

"You hire fine people, Ben." Red complemented him.

"Harry's been with me a little over six years, and my other driver who's a
bit older than Harry has been with me four.  I try to keep them happy and
well paid for their service and loyalty.  However, I also don't wish to
intrude into their private lives.  Sometimes, I have them dine with me for
an evening meal.  They're good men and better company."

"So Billy, or do you prefer `Cowboy'?"

"I prefer `Cowboy', Sir. It's a nickname but everyone calls me that."

"You don't have to call me `Sir', Cowboy."

"Excuse me Ben, meaning no disrespect, but Cowboy's been trained to be
mannerly and use the title.  He refers to me as `Sir.'"

"He's correct, Sir.  But, I'm also allowed to call you Ben from time to
time if permitted."

"Well, you certainly are." Any man that wins a National Championship rodeo
may have that right." Ben smiled at me knowingly.  Red's mouth dropped open
and I was speechless.  All I could muster was, "How?  Where?  Who?"  Ben
held his hand up to calm me as he began to explain.

"I love rodeo. I've gone for years to everyone I can find.  I watched you
and your uncle win the finals in Ft. Worth.  I was thrilled for you and
him. Especially, since I'd seen you rope many times over that year,
Prescott, Calgary, Denver, Houston, El Paso.  I watched you improve over
that year until I had little doubt that you and your uncle would be number
one.  I heard he passed away while you were in Vietnam.  I'm so sorry."

"That's all right, Sir, I'm just thrilled that you've even heard of me."

"Not only know of you, I have pictures of you and your uncle at all those
rodeos. I'll show you later. I thought I recognized you when I sat down at
the roulette table and lost so much. Then when I heard Master Red say you
name, `Billy,' I knew for sure. It was such a double pleasure to meet you
and win back more than I'd lost.  Master Red was gracious to allow me to
cover your bets and knowing who you were was too much good fortune. I hope
I didn't overdo." He smiled benignly.

"Well, Ben, we were stunned to say the least and had to come this evening,
not only because of your gracious invitation for dinner, but also to thank
you for your generosity.  We greatly appreciate your kindness and thank you
very much."

"Think nothing of it, Gentlemen. Will you join me in a drink? What will you
have?"

"Scotch rocks for me, Ben." Booger answered.

"Just a Coke for me, please, Sir."  I spoke.

"Achmed!"  He rattled off our drinks in Arabic to his man. He bowed and
left.

"So, Cowboy,--I read where you had teamed up with the father of the number
two roping team.  His son was killed in Vietnam wasn't he?  His name was
Buck, I believe."  Tears came to my eyes.  I was unprepared for Ben to know
this much about me and my past.

"Yes Sir." Was all I could get out. I turned my head so he wouldn't see.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were close."

"It's not your fault, Sir.  I have to face it and hiding from it isn't
going to help.  We were buddies, not only on the rodeo circuit but we went
through boot camp together and two years in Nam.  We were
inseparable. That's how his dad and I got together for several rodeos last
summer because I went to stay with him for a while. Buck, his son, and two
other of my close friends gave their lives for me. They threw themselves on
me to protect me after I'd been wounded.  It hasn't been easy for me to
accept that I have to go on living when four of the people that I loved
most in this world died within one night of each other.  The fourth was my
Uncle Bud.  He died of a heart attack the night before my buddies were
killed."

"I'm so sorry, Billy.  Please accept my apology for bringing up the
subject."

"No apology necessary, Sir." I tried to manage a smile, "I'm getting
better. Master Red will attest to that."

"That's true, Ben, he only wakes up screaming once or twice a week now
instead of every night."  It was a sad statement but had it's morbid humor.

"Ah, our drinks are here.  Thank you, Achmed."  We each took our drinks
from the tray and thanked Achmed who bowed graciously.

"And you, Master Red, I know you're a somewhat nomadic biker but you
haven't always been.  What did you do before that?"

"I worked with Red Grainger my older brother putting out oil fires all over
the world."

"Red Grainger is your brother?"

"Yes Sir, very few men know my real last name or my first.  Cowboy doesn't
even know `cause I've been a little afraid to tell him. I didn't know what
emotional impact it might have on him.  He has to know sooner or later and
it may as well be now.  My full name is Robert Buck Grainger.  As a kid
they use to call me Bobby-Buck. One of my younger brothers couldn't say
`Bobby-Buck' so the best he could manage was `Booger.'  Then it became a
nickname and the whole family began calling me `Booger.' By the time I got
to secondary school that's all anybody called me, Booger Red.  Seemed like
a good name to go with."

"Interesting, have you been in my country, Bahrain?"

"Yes Sir, several times working with my brother and Bechtel Oil Company."
I was stunned that Booger's real name was Buck. That's why he didn't want
to tell me.  He thought it might upset me.  How much of a coincidence could
that be?  I thought to myself. I have even met his brother.  Uncle Bud knew
him and introduced him to me at the Houston rodeo.  Old Booger was
beginning to take on a whole new dimension.

"Of course I must ask each of you to keep my secret." he laughed mocking
himself, "My boy will obey me."

"No one will hear it from me Master Red but I'm somewhat shocked that your
name is Buck.  I've even met your brother.  Uncle Bud knew your brother and
introduced me to him at the Houston rodeo while we were on the circuit. I
remember him as a big, fine looking, square jawed man, built like a Marine
D.I. with a haircut to match."

"That pretty well describes my brother. Was his bodyguard, the giant bear,
with him?  Did you meet him, too?"

"No Sir, Master Red, he was alone when I met him."

"I met him, Master Red,--Griz is his name, I believe. Quite a remarkable
man, to say the least.  Wasn't real sure he was a man." Red and Ben
laughed.

"That's Griz. Not the brightest penny in the box but faithful to my brother
and saved his life four or five times.  I once saw him run into a solid
wall of fire, cover my brother with a rug, picked him up and carried him to
safety.  My brother isn't a small man.  Griz is an incredibly strong man."

Ben seemed to be enjoying the conversation, was loosening up and so were
we.  Red seemed to be enjoying himself and instinctively knew how to relate
to his Highness.  He probably had been around many Arabs before.  I was
amused at how wrong I'd been thinking about old Booger being a `bumpkin'
that might cause some embarrassment.  Now I was more concerned that I might
do or say something wrong. We had another drink and watched the sun go down
from the rooftop of the hotel.  It was glorious.

Achmed brought a tray of appetizer that were delicious.  Then we followed
Ben into the dining room to a table all ready set with all kinds of foods.
It was unbelievable.  His chef was present and would cook you a steak right
there on a grill. Ben said he had developed a taste for Cajun food and
liked his steak done that way.  I was game to try it and so was Red.  We
all had the same.  They were delicious.  It was prime beef that you could
cut with a fork. As dinner progressed Ben got more inquisitive about our
relationship.

"Master Red?  I've been calling you that because Cowboy addresses you that
way. Are you his teacher?"

"I apologize Ben, you should call me Red, not Master Red.  I understand the
connotation of school master and how you might be confused.  I didn't
correct you because I didn't want to cause embarrassment; however, the time
has come for explanation. Cowboy is my slave. I'm his Master." Ben didn't
register shock or stop eating, but was silent for a moment, taking the
information in. He shook his head in understanding.

"Would you be uncomfortable if I inquired further?" he asked politely.

"Of course not, Ben.  Cowboy and I have nothing to hide as long as you're
tolerant."

"Certainly Red, Cowboy, but isn't slavery illegal here in the U.S.?"

"Yes Sir, it is."  I spoke up. "Forced slavery is illegal in our country
but there are no laws that cover consensual slavery.  I'm Red's slave by
choice.  I love him.  I've given myself to him and he has become my Master.
My first Master was my Uncle Bud, my second was Buck Yates that gave his
life for me, and now I've given myself to Master Red."

"I've heard of subcultures here in the U.S. that defy slavery laws to own
slaves.  Among them are outlaw, gay/straight biker groups, one in
particular I've heard of `The Clan Mc Innis.'"  This was getting a bit
spooky for me and I know it was for Red. He almost dropped his fork. Red
shot a look at me for support and I nodded affirmative to him to share with
his Highness.

"That's our family, Ben.  There are eight or nine of us back at our motel."

"Interesting, do they all have slaves?"

"Some do, some don't. A couple are straight but tolerant and live by the
principals we try to live by.  Some have lost slaves recently due to death
and can't bring themselves to take another yet.  One is a police officer
from Los Angeles, fine looking man.  He chooses to ride alone for now but
he probably will take a slave later."

"How far does this Master/slave thing go?"

"Could you ask that question a different way, Ben? Do you mean what control
do I have over Cowboy?"

"Yes, exactly."

"Total.  He has been trained to accept and do what I tell him.  He won't
question my commands.  Yet he trusts me not to command him to place his
hand in a burning flame, plunge into icy waters or place him in harms
way. You wouldn't do that to anyone or anything you loved or cared about.
Even a beloved pet you would go out of your way to protect.  So it is with
our relationship and generally our family's attitude toward slaves in
general.  I love Cowboy.  I have to.  Who else would love such an ugly, old
man like me?"  Red laughed at his attempt to lighten the mood.

I looked at Red and frowned. He understood the look.

"I'm sorry, Son." Red turned to Ben, "I promised Cowboy four years ago,
when I first met him, I wouldn't say things about me being ugly.  It seems
he doesn't think I'm ugly."

"Cowboy's right to ask that promise of you, Red.  I don't find you ugly
either.  On the contrary, your personality and personal strength outweighs
any outward physical appearance.  Am I right, Cowboy?"

"Absolutely, Sir. I don't love my Master because I must. I certainly don't
love him `cause he's pretty.  I love him because he's comfortable to be
with. I love him because I want to.  And lastly I love him for who he is."

"Would it be inappropriate to offer my slave to you for the evening, Ben,
to thank you for your generosity?  I promise he will please you. If it
pleases me to give him to you for an evening he will obey, without
question."

"Under the circumstances, knowing what I've learned about your
relationship, it certainly wouldn't be inappropriate but before I decide
would you mind if Cowboy answers a couple of questions for me?"
"Certainly, Ben." Master Red repied.

"Is that true, Cowboy?" Ben asked in a tone not contesting Red's statement.

"Yes Sir, my Master's telling the truth."

"If he ordered you to please me, you would without question?"

"Absolutely, Sir. I would."

"Would it please you to do so?"

"It pleases me to please my Master, Ben, no matter what he requires of
me. Some task are easier than others.  Should he give me to you for your
pleasure it would be a pleasurable task, Sir. One that I'm sure I would
enjoy."

"Good answer, Cowboy. You're almost as good with words as you are with a
rope." He and Red had a good laugh.

We had coffee and New York cheesecake for dessert.  It was
wonderful. Nothing more was said about me pleasuring the Prince.  We went
about our conversation as if nothing had happened.  I did notice that Ben
dismissed all his servants and saw each to the door.  We were alone.

"Do you wish to stay, Red, while your slave pleases me?"

"Oh no, Ben,--have your driver take me back to the motel and I trust you to
return him either later this evening or in the morning at your discretion.

We have a small ritual we perform to bond him to you.  You will then become
his Master for his time with you." Red snapped his fingers and I fell to my
knees in front of the Prince.  I kissed each of his boots.

"Hold your right hand down for him, Ben."  The Prince held his hand and I
took in and gently kissed the back of it and placed it against my forehead.

"Repeat after me, Ben: Rise slave and show your Master your love!"

"Rise slave and show your Master your love." I rose slowly.

"May I put my arms around you, Master?"

"You may, slave."

"May I kiss you, Master?"

"Indeed you may."

We kissed and he didn't hold back. He was a passionate man and wasn't
afraid to show it.  Red smiled knowingly to himself.

"You obey Master Ben, Cowboy, and pleasure him any way he chooses. I'll be
waiting for you."

"Please excuse me, Master Ben."  I went to Red and knelt in front of him
and kissed his boots.  His hand was ready.  I kissed it and placed it to my
forehead. "Rise slave and tell your Master, Goodbye."  I threw my arms
around him, hugged and kissed him goodbye. Master Ben had his driver come
for Red and they left.  Ben and I were alone.

"I've never had a man slave in your country before, Cowboy.  I have in
mine.  In fact I have several but I'm not allowed to travel with any.  One
in particular brings me a great deal of pleasure. I can tell you without
anyone finding out, I love him. We may have men as sexual partners but we
are suppose to love our women that bear our children.  I will, I'm sure but
I'm not ready for that yet.  When your Master offered you it was too great
a temptation.  I remember seeing you on horseback and thinking if I could
only hold that man close for one night I could die happy. Now I find you at
my feet, as my slave, my own cowboy for the evening.  Will you have an
after dinner drink with me, Cowboy? Shall I put it another way?  You will
have an after dinner drink with me, Cowboy." He smiled understandingly.

"Yes Sir, Master Ben and thank you, Sir. I would enjoy an after dinner
drink with you."  He headed for a bar on the far side of the room.

"Remove your clothing for me, Cowboy."  I didn't hesitate. I took off my
boots and socks and shirt and levis.  I stood naked as he brought my drink.
We touched glasses.

"Drambuie.  Ever had it before?"

"Once Sir.  I like it, thank you, Master."

"Stand before me in the light, Cowboy."  I moved into the light, sipped my
drink and sat it on the glass table.

"My God, you're a stunningly, handsome young man, Billy."

"Thank you, Sir, I'm afraid my body has been ruined by my wounds. I feel
marred and ugly, Master."

"Come sit by me, Cowboy."  I went to him and sat by him.  He placed his
gentle hand on my two wounds. "I wish I had the power to heal, Billy.  I
would give you back your completeness.  You are beautiful, none the less.
Are you uncomfortable with me?"

"No, Master Ben, you're a good man, I can tell.  You are as good to those
who are good to you.  It's an honor and pleasure for me to be here with you
and I also honor my Master by being here.

"I must say, I've never met two finer men in this country than you and your
Master. Are all your family members so caring and respectful of others?"

"Pretty much, Master Ben. I think their sense of family is the corner stone
of their philosophy of life. They don't suffer fools readily; however, they
are genuinely caring, try to be helpful when they can and they look after
their own.  They've stood by me through some pretty bad times." We talked
some more and it became dark in the room.  There was just enough light to
see the Prince's handsome face.  He seemed to be in no hurry and asked me
to put my head in his lap.  I did so gladly.  I was not self conscious
about him putting his hands on me. He felt my chest and rubbed down further
until my old dick was standing at attention.  I was so warm and comfortable
with him and he smelled so good.  I could smell his maleness through his
jeans though I knew he was clean.  He reeked of clean, stimulating male
pheromones.

"You're getting excited, Cowboy." he smiled, "I must admit I am, too.  How
is it in your country?  Do I treat you as my slave or do you simply take
over and pleasure me?"  He leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips.

"What ever you command of me, Master, I will do.  I'm your property for the
duration of my stay with you.  I can be either to you.  You only have to
ask or command and I'll do my best to please you.  If not you must tell my
Master I didn't please you. I'm a gift to you from him for this evening and
my pleasing you is a reflection on my Master as to the quality of that
gift.  If I don't please you, Sir, then his gift is worth nothing."

"What shall I call you? Slave or Cowboy?"

"In my family the two are synonymous; however, if given a choice with you,
when we are in private I would prefer you call me your slave.  In public if
you call me `Cowboy' it will mean the same to me, your Highness."

"I've come to like hearing you call me Master, my slave. None of this
Highness stuff, Cowboy."  He laughed.

"Certainly sounds good to call you that, Sir, my Master, I mean. May I help
you off with your handsome boots."

"That would be appreciated, slave."

"May I clean them first, Master?"

"I have nothing for you to clean them with, Cowboy."

"I do, Master."  With that I started to clean his good looking boots with
my tongue.  He really got into it as I tried to lick and kiss the leather
from around his feet. He never interrupted but let me take my own good time
to do a good job.  They had a bit of dust on them but not when I finished.
By the time I finished the second boot I could see his erection pushing the
buttons in his levis. He was ready.

"May I take your boots off now, Master Ben?"

"Be careful you don't ruin that shine, slave.  I'm going to set this pair
aside to remember this evening.  I want them perfect."  He laughed in good
spirits.

"I hope I pleased you, Sir. Did I do a good enough job?"

"Excellent, slave."  Every time he called me slave my dick got harder.

"I'll show you the way cowboys help each other off with their boots, Master
Ben." I turned my ass to him and pulled his big boot up between my legs to
my crotch and clamped my legs together. "Please Sir, place your other boot
on my butt and push."  He gently placed his other boot on my ass and pushed
pretty hard until I felt the one in my hand start to come off.  I did the
same with the other.  He had a constant smile on his face like he was
enjoying the attention and respect that he was getting from me. I couldn't
have been enjoying myself more.

He was new to this form of Master/slave relationship and was reveling in
it. I asked him to stand and slowly undid his beautiful western shirt.  His
beard and mustache was so well trimmed that he could've passed for a
wrangler on the rodeo circuit.  Damn, he was hot. I removed his `T' shirt
after that and was amazed by his build.  He had a body by God.  He
obviously had a personal trainer and worked out regularly. I moved my hands
slowly to his pants.

"May I, Master?"  He nodded his approval and I undid his western belt and
knelt in front of him.  I moved my mouth to his pants and undid each of his
metal buttons on his fly with my mouth.  I pulled them down and he was a
true cowboy.  He wasn't wearing underwear and his big engorged cock flopped
in my face. I didn't let it fall but caught it with my face and made love
to it, licking and kissing it.  He had a great foreskin that just barely
covered the head.

"I'm not allowed to take you Master until you give me permission."

"Let me sit down and you may remove my levis the rest of the way."

He sat down and I removed his pants.  He was as naked as I was.

"For that, you may take me, slave."  I ran my tongue under his beautiful
foreskin.  He was clean but he tasted wonderful.  His pheromones were in
full bloom. He was ripe.  I took him down my throat and felt him melt into
the sofa. He began to writhe under me the deeper I took him down my throat.

"Oh, my beautiful cowboy, how great is Allah to bring you to me? I can't
believe this is happening.  You feel so good, slave.  Take me deeper,
slave.  Oh God, that feels good, Billy."

I could feel him getting close as his back began to arch slightly.  I kept
my steady but unending stroke on his shaft.  I increased my rhythm knowing
that soon I would be rewarded. I felt his hands lightly on the back of my
head as he hit his first volley of come in my mouth.  He yelled that he had
more for me, about the time his second shot hit the back of my throat.  I
didn't stop until I had all of him down my throat.

"Oh damn, Cowboy, that was good.  You're a good and well trained slave.
Did your handsome uncle train you?"

"Yes Master Ben.  He was patient and worked with me to show me how to
please him.  I wanted to learn because I loved him and wanted to be his
slave."

"So it should be between Masters and slaves.  There not only should be a
separation but a communion between them.  I must have more of you this
evening but for now let's relax in the spa."

We sat in the spa for sometime with me in Master Ben's arms.  He was a
loving man who appreciated a good slave that could take care of him
properly. Master Ben told me about his homeland and that he was here in
Reno on an extended months vacation from official royal duties that he has
to perform during the year.  He had very little opportunity for sex with
either sex because of his travel and obligations.

"Do you think your Master would miss you too much for you to spend the
night in my arms, Cowboy, and I'll personally deliver you to him tomorrow
morning."

"He has made a gift of me to you for the entire evening if you wish, Master
Ben.  I was hoping I would get to feel you inside me and allow me catch
your seed. My first effort was pretty nice, I enjoyed serving you."

"You really do think like a slave, Cowboy.  More so than my slaves. I've
been told that some men have the souls of slaves. They would be unhappy
being anything else in life.  I would never want someone as beautiful as
you being unhappy because you needed to be my slave.  Master Red is indeed
a lucky man."

"I keep telling him that, Master Ben."  We both laughed at my joke.

"Then it's agreed.  I require more from you this evening and will use your
Master's gift to the fullest.  Someday, when I attend a rodeo and see you
sitting on a beautiful horse winning the team roping competition, I'll know
in my heart that you spent an evening in my arms and I'll be happy." We got
out of the spa and he handed me his towel. He smiled knowing I would gently
dry him and rub him down at the same time.  He gave me free reign of his
body and I dried every inch of him.  I was especially gentle with his
manhood and ass.  I didn't wish to be suggestive nor intrusive.  He laughed
as I gently dried his dick. It had become roaring hard again from my
attention. We retired to his bedroom.

My God!  It was decorated like something from the movie, `Ali Baba and the
Forty Thieves.'  Fine oriental rugs and Kaleems everywhere.  The bed was
bigger than an ordinary king size bed.  It was huge. There was a canopy
over the bed and the interior was one continuous piece of highly polished,
mirror quality, stainless steel less than 1/32 of an inch thick.  It was
stunning.  You could lay in bed and look up and see yourself. It suddenly
dawned on me I could watch him fuck me.  It caused me to get an instant
erection.

"Do you have rules or rituals for taking your slave's ass, Master Ben."

"No, Cowboy, they know what's going to happen and I just do it. Does your
family have rules?"

"Only two, Master Ben.  The only lubricant you may use is my saliva that
I'll place on your shaft and once in position you must take me hard and
sure until you're completely within me."

"Sounds reasonable to me.  Have you been trained for this?"

"Yes Sir, my Uncle, my Master Buck, my dad, and Master Red all take me that
way.  It sets the tone and mood for the entire fuck.  You'll fuck me better
and I'll give you a better fuck if you follow those two simple rules."

"I will be happy to abide by your family's rules.  Indeed, they make a lot
of sense to me."

"May I, Master?"  I moved my head toward his already engorged dick.

"You have my permission, slave."  I slathered him up good with my spit and
made the required homage to his dick that any slave should before his
Master is to make a present of it to his ass.  Finally, he remembered and
gave me permission to take him in my mouth.  I went down on him and to get
more of my mouth's lubricant on him as I could.

"Now Master, you're ready and I'm ready. Please, don't forget the second
part it's important."

"I promise, slave, you will be taken swift, hard and sure."  he said as he
helped me raise my legs.  I grabbed them with both arms and positioned my
ass for his best angle of entry.  I felt him position the head of his fine
dick at my backdoor.

He breathed deeply, leaned forward and drove his sizable cock to the
hilt. I went crazy writhing and thanking him for taking his slave hard. I
described it's hurt and how good he felt within me at the same time. I
begged him to lock it into me so my ass couldn't reject him and it would
soon stop arguing with his shaft.  He held me as I writhed and slammed my
ass down harder onto him a couple of times.

"Oh thank you, Master Ben.  Thank you for taking this slave's ass that hard
and sure.  You are my Master tonight and I'll give you the best fuck you've
ever had as my Master's and my gift to you.  I'm honored, Master, to have
you inside this slave.  Thank you, Sir. Take all of my slave's ass you need
Master. I'm clean so you may fuck me as hard as you wish.  You can't fuck
me too hard, Master."

"We'll see, slave."  He said in amusement as he took a couple of good,
strong test strokes into me. I could tell by those two strokes that he was
a man's man and one to be reckoned with in the fucking department.  He
loved to fuck slave boy butt.  I had been with enough men in my life that I
could tell. A man that truly enjoyed a fine piece of slave butt will have a
noticeable change in the sound of their breathing patterns.  It would
progress from one of sexual tension and anxiety to one of peaceful
resignation that they now had the whole pie to eat and not just a small
piece.  It was a feeling that we don't have a plane to catch so grab your
ass, we're settling in for a long winter's fuck.

"Hummm slave, I had no idea what a treasure your ass was.  I dared not even
dream of fucking that cowboy I saw on that horse that day. You made me soil
my levis and had to go to the men's room to clean myself.  I actually shot
watching you and your uncle win in Ft. Worth.  So settle back in the
saddle, Cowboy, your Master's gonna' ride you for a while."

"Oh Master, you feel so damn good inside me. Ride me harder, Master.  This
pony needs to be ridden down hard, Master Ben.  Don't be shy, Master.  Take
your fucking horse and ride him hard.  He'll go anywhere you take him and
meet you stroke for stroke as hard or harder."

I didn't have to invite him twice as he increased his speed and length of
stroke. He had remarkable stamina and endurance.  He would ride me almost
to the top of the hill then slowly do some slow deep strokes to cool
himself off. He was in no hurry to come.  He was a man that truly enjoyed
his fucking. He had found a slave that met his requirements for a good,
long ride and he was going to take full advantage. I loved every minute and
inch of his cock as he slammed it into me time and time again.

"This will be the last time I ride you up the hill, Cowboy.  You feel too
damn good not to spill myself into your ass.  Hang on and work with me like
you've been doing.  I'll get us there, I can feel you working hard each
time to hold back.  This time, my sweet slave, you won't have to. Let
yourself go and once I feel you I'll empty into you." He was true to his
word.  He started his build up again.  This time with more determination
and down home, good, hard fucking as he built up his speed and depth of his
stroke.  He was pounding my ass so fucking hard he was building me up to
the point of no return, but I was meeting each stroke urging him to fuck me
hard, begging him to take me harder.  As he began to yell, I felt my ass
biting down hard on his shaft and my flow of come shot into my face.

"Oh, OH, OHHHH God I'm coming, slave.  Take me slave. Deep in your sweet
ass.  Arrrggg!! Oh God, Cowboy!  I've never a had such a good a piece of
ass!  Shit."  He continued on and on with his praise as I thanked him for
fucking me and allowing me to come.  I thanked him and thanked him.  We
made love while he was still emptying into me and rooting around for
sometime."

"We do have one custom in my country that I hope you'll understand,
slave. When a Master fucks his slave or another man it is courtesy for him
to piss in his ass to clean him out. Certain sects of our religion in
Bahrain believe that the next Messiah will be born of a man and laugh if
you will, but it's also to insure that the man that caught your seed won't
get pregnant. "

"As you wish Master; however, I was hoping to absorb your seed into my
body, thereby having a part of you become a part of me."

"To be honest, I like your sentiment better, I want to become a part of
you. We'll leave my seed inside of you for the evening."

"Thank you , Master, may I clean you?" I asked after he had pulled out of
me.  "We can go to the shower for that, slave."

"Please, Master?"  He smiled seeing the need in my eyes.

"Very well, slave, clean your Master."  I cleaned him good before I led him
to the shower and once again pampered him by bathing and toweling him dry.
I rubbed his back for him until the wee hours of the morning. Then Master
Ben ordered me to fall asleep in his arms.  I warned him of my nightmares
and I think he though that Red had been kidding him about the screaming at
nights.  Fortunately I didn't have an episode. He deposited another load in
my ass early the next morning and I sucked him off in the shower.  He was
drained by the time he and Harry drove me back to our motel.  It was still
fairly early in the morning but Red was up and came out as we drove up.

"Did my slave make me proud of him, Ben?"

"More than proud, Master Red.  I can't thank you enough for your gift.  I
don't experience pleasure like that often. It was very gracious of you."

"Good! Good!  Look Ben, I talked with my family and the owner of the motel
is throwing a pool party and barbeque for us tomorrow evening as we're
leaving for Tucson the next morning.

We'd be honored if you and your body guards or Harry or anyone else you
might wish to bring join us."

"That's a lovely offer, Red.  Could I let you know later today. I'll have
to check with my secretary what I have to do for the rest of the weekend. I
promise I'll call this evening before six.  Thanks so much for the
invitation."  Master Ben and Harry drove away as Red and I went into the
room.

"Did you have breakfast, Cowboy?"

"Just coffee, Master.  Ben wanted to get me back to you early as he
promised."

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes Sir, he's is a fine man, Master.  I enjoyed getting to know him."  Red
laughed.

"I hope he comes tomorrow evening.  I think he'd like our family."

We woke the rest of our family and they were curious about my night with
the Prince.  I wouldn't tell anything until we were at breakfast so I
didn't have to repeat it. I wasn't going to tell them the best parts.
Those memories belonged to only two people.

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

Master Ben accepted my Master's invitation to the pool party barbeque and
brought Harry with him.  Harry was a real sexual rounder.  He would fuck
anything or anybody that held still long enough.  He had no preferences
between men or women.  He went with women because they were easier for him
to get.  Not that he wasn't attracted to men or them to him.  He just
didn't like the games most gay men played.  All Harry wanted was to take
them home, fuck the holy shit out of them, clean them up and send them
home.  He didn't want attachments to complicate his life.

Harry had decided to serve Master Ben as his employee and that meant
traveling.  He couldn't afford to settle down.  Where could he make the
kind of money he was making and live as comfortably.  Not only did the
Prince Sultan pay him handsomely but showered his drivers with gifts and
perks from time to time.  Harry, in turn, would keep an eye out for a
prospective lay for his Master.

There was a mutual, but respectful, comradery that passed between Master
Ben and Harry. Harry was a tall, fair skinned, buffed, big dicked cuss that
knew his own self worth but was intelligent, giving and genteel.  He fit
right into our family group as did Master Ben.

Ben had no qualms about taking his cloths off with the rest of us and
joining in the spa.  I made sure I sat next to him and catered to him.
Anything he wanted, I was there for him and Harry.  Harry was pleased and
amused at my attentiveness to the two of them.

"You'd make some man a good slave, Cowboy."  he commented in jest. Everyone
in the spa started laughing including Master Ben.  Poor Harry didn't think
his joke was that funny.

"I'm Master Red's slave, Harry."  I said in all seriousness.  Harry smiled
at me.

"I should have known. How dumb can I be? Why else would you refer to him as
Master Red? Forgive me, Cowboy.  What I meant as a joke has become a joke
on me."  I laughed with him.

"He's a fine slave too, one his Master may be proud of.  Would it be rude
to ask if such a fine slave might be for sale, Master Red?"

"No Ben, it wouldn't be rude to ask; however, Cowboy's not for sale. I'm
flattered you asked; let's me know you enjoyed my gift." replied Red.

"I did indeed, Master Red, and thank you again for your generosity."

"You're most welcome, Sir. We both appreciated the honor or having him
serve you to say nothing of that wonderful dinner. I've been telling these
gentlemen the wonders of the meal we shared with you and it was something
this old man will remember for sometime."

"I enjoyed your company.  I can't tell you when I've had a better evening."

As the evening progressed there was talk on every subject from bikes to the
rescue of Tim Russell.  Master Ben was amazed that we would try to shelter
a young man from the draft. When Ben found out we were taking him for slave
training with Master Jeb and Big Jim who was present in our group, he
wanted more information. He wanted to know if anyone could purchase a male
slave from our family.

Big Jim explained to him eloquently and in detail. Slaves were usually sold
only to immediate family members, associated and recognized other family's
members. If you were a member of a recognized clan then you were eligible
to bid on a slave placed on the open market by the slave training
Masters. There were a few cases where men were brought to Master Jeb and
Jim by a Master who found a man who wanted to become his slave but had no
training or imprinting.  If the slave was accepted for training the Master
would pay for the slave's board and training during the three month
training period.

"Then if I found some young man that wished to become my slave, you
gentlemen could train him for me as well as Cowboy's trained?"

"Yes Sir." Replied Big Jim, "That would be subject to our acceptance of him
for training; however, once he becomes your possession, if you become
unhappy with him or wish to sell him, the family that trained him must have
first choice in his purchase for the original amount of his training plus a
ten percent profit.

Our acceptance of a man for training would depend on several interviews
conducted by Master Jeb and myself.  Not all men are accepted for slave
training.  Some men we interview for possible slave training have a true,
honest desire and even a need to become a slave but just don't have the
heart to be trained and imprinted.  Contrary to belief, most slaves we
accept for training are not soulless, passive, feminine wimps that have no
direction in their lives. That type are usually rejected immediately.

Most men we accept are spirited, masculine, sensitive, caring people
capable of giving and receiving love.  We get a few men we refer to as
`butch bottoms.'  They're the type that go home with a man that claims to
be a Master and turns the tables on him.  If the Master isn't in control
from the moment they walk in the door or he becomes vague or confusing
about what he expects from the man, the Master may find himself kneeling at
the other man's feet.

`Butch bottoms' are not bad, per se, it's simply that they have a solid
male image of themselves and a stronger image of the man they will allow to
dominate them.  If they become bored or feel their self image is more
masculine than the Master they've gone with, they may began to have doubts
about the Master being able to take from them what they need to give, so
they turn the tables and take what they need instead.  I have no sympathy
for a so called Master that allows this to occur.  If it happens and he's
made to serve the `butch bottom' then he deserves it. He certainly doesn't
deserve to be called a Master.

`Butch bottoms,' in reality are looking for a strong, dominant, alpha male.
If he can be convinced to enter slave training will ultimately make a fine
quality slave any man would be proud to own.  However, they're not easily
trained nor imprinted. They're spirited and strong willed.  They must be
convinced that their happiness lies in their subservience to the Master
that buys them. It's not impossible to train this type but it takes a
little more effort than the average slave.  Business wise, any extra
training they might require is more than made up for in the price we can
demand for them.  A well trained, imprinted `Butch Bottom' will command a
high price. They're always in demand.

We don't imprint slaves to give up their self image of masculinity.  Most
Masters prefer a man that's more masculine than not. A good training Master
will not attempt to break their spirit or will. Through a little different
approach to training and imprinting, the Dungeon Master will slowly begin
to re-channel the slave's self image to the strong dedication and
willingness to serve his future Master.  Any Master that purchases this
type of slave is thoroughly advised of his upkeep and maintenance.  The
Master is given detailed, printed instructions as to his slave's further
training and care.  The Master must accept the responsibility for the
slaves bonding and loyalty to him through step by step training for which
we provide information.  These further training procedures must be done or
we can't guarantee the slave's performance.

We have counseling for Masters that wish to take on this kind of slave.  We
have seminars and lectures regularly and a Master's hotline that they can
call twenty-four-seven.  We try to be honest and up-front with all Masters
and warn them if they buy this type slave, at first, it can be a hell of a
lot of work. Not all Masters are willing to invest the time and effort to
commit to the further training so necessary for this type slave. It takes
patience, dedication, and a fist of iron in a leather gauntlet; however,
once he accepts his role and becomes bonded to his Master, a Master has a
treasure on his hands.

Some Masters will only accept this type and see them as a challenge to
remake them into what they need in a slave. Surprisingly, if a Master
follows our detailed instructions, these slaves are the most malleable of
all slave types and rarely vary from their imprinting, training, or bonding
with their Master. If the Master follows instructions and further trains
this type slave, he'll have a slave he may be proud to own and will serve
him well and unquestioned for many years.  A `butch bottom,' well trained
slave can provide the strongest of bondings between Master and slave.

Some men we interview like the fantasy and want to play at being a slave
when it suits their purpose.  That can foster all sorts of anomalies such
as, what we call, `controlling slave syndrome.' A slave that wants the
fantasy of submission but wants to be in charge. This anomaly can be
corrected through further, more intensive training and imprinting.  Once
accomplished, they are guaranteed by us to never again, even consider
trying to take control from their Master. Many of this kind turn out to be
most satisfactory slaves for their Masters.  The slave will never again
question his Master's command.

Worst of all, the end results might produce a passive/aggressive
manipulative slave that will slowly eat a Master's soul away and, unless
the Master is trained to recognize the signs and games, can unwittingly
fall victim to this nefarious kind of slave. A slave that develops a
passive/aggressive pattern is difficult to recognize at first. They can be
extremely passive as any good slave; however it usually is a cold,
calculated game to gain a strangle hold on the Master.  Their greatest
objective is to trick a Master into bonding with them. Then they can become
aggressive to eat away at the foundation of their Master's strength of
purpose.

If a Master falls deeply in love with them, they exhibit cursory
appreciation for his affection, and his love is turned into an effective
weapon to use against him to slowly but surely achieve their on
self-serving, insidious goals.  They essentially take over the relationship
and began to control their Master through intricate games designed to
further chip away at a Master's control and self esteem.  A Master can
actually have their life blood sucked out of them by these filthy little
vampires masquerading as their slave.  Most times this type of slave , when
discovered, is discarded by the Master when he finally realizes he's been
duped. Usually, by that time, the Master has suffered almost irreparable
damage to his psyche and may find it difficult to even consider taking on
another well trained, good slave.

In worst cases, after the slave has sucked the Master dry, they leave him
to find other prey. There is no correction for this type of slave.  To
accomplish correction with a slave, the slave has to have a soul.  To have
a soul implies one has a conscience.  This type have absolutely no
conscience for their actions and can rationalize the wake of their
destruction as their due. These vermin become soulless, sub-human creatures
in the body of a man, that live off the life force and resources of good
men. This type is to be avoided at all cost.

We have specific ways of discovering this type through interview and
certain test.  We are rarely wrong. We can't afford to be.  We assume
responsibility for the final product of our training and must be careful
not to accept these kinds that may exhibit these anomalies. We want a
Master to feel confident when he purchases a slave from us he's buying a
quality product.  One that will serve him well for many years, and he can
be proud to own.

Occasionally we find a man, not many though, that's born with the soul of a
natural slave.  He's born to be a slave.  He'll never be happy being
anything else in life.  His conscious mind may find the idea of him
becoming owned as property, a slave, to another man repugnant.  He may
reject the idea all together and try to suppress his natural calling by
trying to live another choice of life style; however, underneath his
conscious mind, beats a troubled heart.  He feels an emptiness gnawing away
at his soul like he has a big hole in his heart. It's sometimes described
as an empty, gnawing hunger in his gut but he can't define it nor find
anything to sate his hunger.  He doesn't have a clue as to what's causing
his emptiness, and he can't describe it to friends or a therapist.  This
type will often chose a service related job to serve the public. Perhaps
doctors, nursing, paramedic, school teacher, social worker, psychologist,
psychiatrist, therapist of all kinds or even waiters.

They form relationships that depend on the natural slave doing things for
them.  Their friends often take advantage of them and don't fully
appreciate what they do for them. It seems they can never do enough for
these friends who always have just one more project for them to do and we
know you'll do it because you're so good to us and we love you so.  Their
friends develop an attitude, "We'll if he's stupid enough to do it for
nothing more than a pat on the back, I can certainly afford that.  At least
we don't have to put up with him when we don't need him."

There's nothing that will ever fill the void within this type, no matter
how much they try to do for their friends and neighbors, until his
subconscious need is admitted by his conscious mind.  That need is to give
his life in servitude to another man by suppressing his will or his
identity of himself; not an easy thing to do, to become and extension of
his Master.  He must become a part of his Master.  His Master owns him
completely, body and soul, and sets about to recreate within his slave a
new identity as his property, his personal possession, his slave.

These are Master/slave relationships that will last a lifetime and be the
envy of every other Master and slave.  They're a comfort, joy and wonder to
be around, to witness the deep, understanding love from their bonding.  You
will find no other pairing, straight or gay, through any ritual or ceremony
that will have the strength, security and passion of these type
Master/slave bondings.

We believe in what we're doing and once the man is trained and imprinted he
becomes a slave. Let me add we spend a great deal of time talking,
evaluating, and testing potential applicants.  We don't want a man who
isn't totally sure this is what he wants for his life.  Once they are
imprinted and trained he can't stop being a slave. I suppose there is such
a thing as un-imprinting.

Parents of children that have become brainwashed by a religious cult have
them de-programed and some have been successful.  It's a little different
with an imprinted slave.  Being a slave becomes his only happiness for
living and de-programing would mean taking away his happiness; a hard thing
to do. Once a slave, he can never again function in normal society and be
happy.  His only happiness will be in serving another man and becoming his
property.

He is accepted into our family by member vote and ritual, whether the
Master wishes to join our family or not. Therefore, he has, for lack of a
better description, dual citizenship.  He will belong to his Master for all
practical purposes.  He will be for his Master's use, pleasure, and further
training; however, should something happen to the Master, his slave will
not become property of his heirs nor can he be willed to anyone other than
a Master recognized and approve by our family.  Otherwise, he's reclaimed
by his first family that trained him.

All Masters that accept a slave we've trained must sign a default contract
for that slave before he'll be transferred as property and released to his
new owner.  It's for the slave's protection as well as ours. We don't look
upon our slaves as worthless. We invest a huge amount of time, physical and
emotional energy into the training of these slaves and they, in effect,
become extensions of their trainers.

To go one step further the Dungeon Master and myself look upon all the
slaves we've trained as our children.  We love them, care for them, provide
for them if they can't provide for themselves, and look upon them as
partners that are secondary to their Master's will and needs.  Slaves get
disciplined and punished. Some are subjected to body modifications, even
sexual reassignment by their owners but above all, they are loved."

"I admire you gentlemen's attitude on the subject.  I wholeheartedly agree
with your philosophy. I'm staggered at your insights and professional
knowledge in this area. It's impressive.  I had no idea you gentleman were
as serious about this subject and seem to exhibit considerable awareness
about how to go about achieving your goals. I wouldn't have a problem if a
slave I owned would have you for a default family.  I can't predict what
might happen to a slave I love and care about if he were to become my
brother's property.  At least with you, I'd know he had a chance to become
the slave of another good Master.

One of my salves in particular would not suffer well being owned by my
brothers.  He's good and kind and I love him. Is there a way I might have
him become part of your family, or both of us for that matter, so that I
might leave him to you should something happen to me?"

"You could request membership from our Clan Leader, Master Beryl.  There's
a three month probationary period.  You would have to be around us and
associate with us for three months which may be kind of hard for you with
your responsibilities. You may request your slave be trained by us and if
accepted we would automatically induct him by member vote and ritual into
our family.  Then with the proper contracts signed he would be released to
you but expected to be returned to us should anything happen to you."

"You know, gentlemen, that sounds like a wonderful idea. You're right about
the time involved to become part of your family; although, I believe it
would be one of the finest experiences of my life and a great honor.  I
have duties and responsibilities to my family that keeps me pretty busy.
I'll have Harry get all the necessary information and be in contact with
you.  I'll arrange for my slave, Keshan, to come to Los Angeles to enter
your slave training within in the next month or so if convenient. I
understand that everything will depend on your acceptance of him.  He
speaks limited English but he's getting better.  He speaks and understands
enough to be trained.  He could use some training.  Our slaves sometime
have a tendency to become lazy.  That's why I love Keshan.  He always tries
hard to please me. Most of the time he does, but he needs polish and his
attention focused.  I think you gentlemen could do that for him.  I would
be most grateful."

"We'd be happy to help, if we can Master Ben.  You must realize our
training also includes a slave learning to enjoy or at least tolerate the
whip without fear. Once trained in that area, a slave will require a Master
to whip him occasionally to keep his psyche in balance, to keep him happy.
It becomes a deeply ingrained need in their psyche.  If he isn't whipped
regularly he'll become depressed and develop feelings of worthlessness.  He
may even start to feel his Master no longer loves or needs him."

"By all means, gentlemen.  I hope you will accept my slave, Keshan.  He has
felt the taste of my whip and is my only slave who's begged for more. He
understands it isn't punishment but a communion between us.  He often begs
me for the whip. I wish I had more time to give him what he needs. I've not
had time to invest in his development but I'm going to hire a Dungeon
Master to take care of him when I can't.  He'll be taught and come to know
it's by my command, for my pleasure, and because I love him that he's being
whipped. May I inquire about this young man you speak of, Tim Russell.
Will he be available only to your associated family members?"

"We don't know yet.  We'll have to evaluate Tim. Tim has met several slaves
in our family, observe the way they're treated and related to.  He hasn't
be lied to nor any aspect of being a slave to a man whitewashed.  He seems
to be all for it; however, he may not be slave material.  He's quite young,
only eighteen.  However, his mother seems comfortable enough with our
Master/slave relationships to wish us to train her only son to be a
slave. She's seen how we treat our slaves and claims she's found herself
envious.  She took a shine to a salve in our family, Wes, who isn't with us
this trip.  She loves Cowboy like a second son."

"Who wouldn't?" replied Master Ben smiling and winking at me and Big
Red. Everyone laughed. "May I meet young Tim?"  Master Ben asked.

"I don't see why not.  We're on our way to get him and teach him to ride
his new motorcycle that Dan Yates and Cowboy are buying him We could meet
you someplace on the way back to Los Angeles."

"Would Las Vegas be too far out of your way, Gentlemen?"  Master Ben
asked. "You will all be my guests at the Riviera. There will be rooms for
all. Single or double. What ever you prefer. I'll leave the details to
Harry and he'll arrange everything."

"Can we let you know after we pick up Tim?  We can contact you from Dan
Yates's home and let you know, Sir."  replied Big Beryl, "I don't foresee
any problem with Vegas.  It would be a good run for Tim to get use to his
new bike."

"Sounds good to me, Gentlemen.  Harry would you please get the necessary
information before we leave from Master Jim and Beryl."

"Be happy to your Highness."

"Harry!"

"Sorry, Master Ben."  Master Ben and he laughed together.  They had a great
friendship and Harry was letting it be known that he respected his Master's
position.

The evening came to an end and Master Ben and Harry shook hands with all.
Even Cal was mannerly and well met with the Prince.  The owner of the motel
and his partner were agog that they had royalty visit their establishment.
The staff of the motel, all good looking gay men, had a good time as well.

Booger and I walked back to our room after seeing Master Ben and Harry
off. We walked with his big arm around me as we talked softly.

"Have a good time, Cowboy?"  he asked.

"Yes Master Red, I think everyone relaxed and enjoyed Master Ben and
Harry. I feel certain they enjoyed themselves as well.  Harry couldn't
thank us enough and told me aside that it was just what his Master needed.
He's been invited to so few American social gatherings without someone
wanting something from him."

"He seemed to want more from us than we do of him, don't you think?" Red
asked me.

"I noticed that, Master.  He was very curious about our slave training and
Tim."

"Son, do you realize you're referring to me as `Master' more and more?"
Red quietly asked.

"Yes Sir, I do.  It feels natural for me to call you `Master,' Red. I was
sincere when I decided to let go and accept you as my Master. You helped me
see I gave you that right a long time ago, but it wasn't until I was with
Master Ben I discovered what it meant to me to think of you as my Master.
It was a safe feeling, a feeling of belonging, of being important to
someone; important to a wonderful Master who loved me; a magnificent beast
and animal.

When I was with Master Ben, I had the comfort of thinking I belonged to you
and you loved me enough to demand that I live up to my original bonding
with you.  I guess I realized I needed that.  I needed to become your
property, Master Red.  I needed to give myself to you as property for you
to own. When you didn't hesitate to tell Master Ben I wasn't for sale, I
began to understand that you needed that dedication from me and why.

I began to think, I once saw in you a masculine beauty that went beyond
your looks that captured my imagination. My selfishness, imposed on me by
my pain and horror from Nam, didn't allow me to remember.  Your threat of
leaving me alone unless I met your price jolted me to a reality that if I
wanted what you had to offer as a Master I had to meet your price.  That
and a not so gentle nudge by someone else I won't go into now.

It wasn't up to me to set a price for you to meet and that's what I was
doing. I asked myself if I was willing to meet your price and the answer
that came to me was a resounding `yes.'  I'm stubborn, Master, but I'm not
without reason." He stopped and took me in his arms.

"You're still doing it, Billy. You just did the same damn thing to me you
did that first night you called me your Master.  I didn't miss the fact
that you clearly said, `my' Master.  I've even jacked off thinking of that
wonderful moment.  I had no doubt that evening that you were giving
yourself to me unconditionally.

You saw something in me that few people ever care enough to see.  You
looked beyond the hard, ugly, scared face to find a Master that would make
a choice for you that you were unsure of but knew, in your gut, you needed.
What you've told me has, in some ways, been exactly what you told me that
evening.  You, gotta' stop that, Son.  I don't know if this old man's heart
can survive that much joy." My Master laughed and I smiled at him.

"I haven't talked to you much about your decision since your question about
your dog tags.  That told me all I wanted to hear, Son.  It was cute,
charming, poignant but best of all left no doubt as to your message and
it's meaning. I didn't need any clarification. Like you did with `my'
Master four years ago.  I love you, Billy. I said that not in the height of
passion but as a rational, thinking man. I want you to understand that.

I need what you offered the other evening.  In effect you did to me what
you did in Glen Rose, you gave me a blank check to claim as much of you as
I want. You responded to my need as you always have; unconditionally.
Young man, my slave, it's the greatest joy and honor to own you and to know
you're this beast's property.  I can't think of anything or anyone I'd
rather own.  You have become my treasure, Cowboy.  It is a comfort to me to
have you call me Master, Billy.  I will always love and protect you. Last
but not least, I need you by my side, Son."

We kissed and I knew I was going to get the b'jesus fucked out of me that
evening. I needed it, I was ready for it.  I couldn't think of a better way
to seal our commitment to each other.  I couldn't get either of our clothes
off fast enough. I had to have that big, ugly, sex machine of a man inside
me as far as he could get and then try to get more in. We fell together on
the bed and went to it like two dogs in heat.

That old man fucked me until I almost cried `uncle.'  I'd never had such
animal sex with anyone in my young life as I had with Big Red.  When he
fucked me I stayed fucked for sometime. He would drain me, all of me,
completely; emotionally and physically.  I was drawn to him like a bear to
honey.  He must've exuded some powerful pheromone that was impossible for
me to resist.  With that fuck, I knew I'd let go of Buck.  Nothing was
said, but Red knew it too.


I felt comfortable thinking of Red as my Master. I couldn't help but love
the big man.  He was good to me, proud to have me ride by his side, and
seemed to genuinely care about me.  I wanted to let go and trust him.  I
decided I wasn't going to give him only part of me. That wasn't right. My
dad had raised me and taught me right and wrong.  I'm glad he did.  It made
my decision to become Booger's slave easier. My old man even told me he'd
like to see me become Booger's slave.  He claimed Red would shape me up
into a useful slave.

Buck said I had his blessing and I trust him.  I felt good about my
decision and felt the weight of sorrow and loneliness from the loss of Buck
and my buddies lifted from my shoulders the minute I gave myself to Red.
Buck was right, I wouldn't let go until I gave myself to Booger.  Red knew
it too and tried to tell me without upsetting me. If anything, Red was not
a dumb nor insensitive man.  He didn't have much formal education but he
could read people like a book.  He knew what to say and do to get them to
react the way he wanted.  They were usually none the wiser.  Our family was
overjoyed by my decision as we knew they would be. All the blood drained
from Cal's face when he heard but he was happy for us.

Harry called us early the next morning and I told him we would be leaving
for Las Vegas as soon as we got our act together.  Red, Cal and I would
wait in Vegas while the rest of our family went to get Tim to escort him
back.  We would probably be there for several days until they returned.

"When your family gets to Las Vegas go to the Riviera and tell the desk
clerk that you are the Mc Innis family.  Master Ben has all ready phoned to
let them know your family will be his guest and to give you as many rooms
as you require. You, Master Red and his friend Cal will be welcome to stay
there as Master Ben's guest until your family returns. Then they'll again
be his guest for their stay.  He will join you in about three days. He has
some business to rap up here.  We'll probably fly to Vegas Wednesday
morning but I'll keep in touch.  I'll phone to let you know.  Any
questions?"

"Gosh no, Harry.  Thank you and thank Master Ben for us. He doesn't have to
do this. While we appreciate it we don't want him to feel obligated."

"Off the record, Cowboy, it's made him happier to do this for you guys than
anything I've seen him do for anyone in a long time.  Let him have the
pleasure of doing for you guys. Please, don't deny him that. Just be
grateful and let him know you are.  Everyone of those men we met are
gracious and certainly know how to express gratitude. You have no idea how
much he enjoyed himself at the pool party yesterday. It's all he's talked
about for two days."

"Tell him we're honored and grateful to accept his graciousness.  He's a
fine man, Harry. He treated me more like royalty than a slave."

"He'll be pleased to hear that, Cowboy.  You guys were pretty special to
me, too.  Take care and have a safe trip.  See you there."

We left Reno after breakfast and headed down 395 to Las Vegas.  It was a
beautiful clear winter day.  It was cool but not cold. However, the further
down 395 we traveled toward the desert the warmer it got.  I told the guys
about my conversation with Harry over breakfast and they were wowed.  They
were all impressed by Master Ben's thoughtfulness.

Big Beryl called from Reno before we left and talked with Dan Yates about
coming to Tucson to get Tim and escort him back to Los Angeles.  Dan said
Tim was all ready doing pretty good on his bike.  Dan had bought him a
Harley Sportster similar to mine.

His Mother was beside herself with worry.  Tim had graduated last June from
high school.  She was worried that he would receive his draft letter at any
time and she wanted him gone before he had a chance to think about it and
get patriotic.

"Beryl, is Cowboy coming with you?" Dan asked plaintively. Big Beryl
hesitated for a moment before answering.

"No Dan, he's staying in Las Vegas with Red and friends to wait for Tim's
return.  He loves you Dan and doesn't want to cause you unnecessary pain to
see him with another man.  I have a couple of messages for you when we get
there."

"He sent me a lot of money, Beryl, for Tim and me."

"I know, Dan, he loves you both and Mrs. Russell, too.  I think he even
sent her some money."

"Yeah, he did. She was thrilled.  She cried and sent him a letter to Glen
Rose."

"Well, I'm sure Walker Johnson will forward it.  He'll get it in L.A."

"I'm certainly looking forward to seeing you guys again. I can't tell you
how much I enjoyed your last visit. So come, you're all welcome and stay as
long as you like."

"We're gonna' spend the night in Vegas and then we'll be in Tucson sometime
late the following afternoon.  If something happens and we see we're gonna'
be late we'll call. Tell Mrs. Russell and young Tim we're looking forward
to seeing them."

"I will, Beryl and ride safe."

"Thanks, Dan, we will."

I got a tear in my eye when Big Beryl got me alone and told me his
conversation with Dan Yates.  There was a lump in my throat and a hole in
my heart. I missed him terribly but knew I had to be were I was for the
time being.  I still didn't know why. I resolved to trust Buck and in turn
God.  If Buck trusted him it was good enough for me.  Maybe some day, he'll
let me go to Dan. At this point it really wasn't a big thing for me to know
`why' because I just gave myself to Red.  Not only because Buck told me
that was where I had to be but because I had fallen in love with Red again.
I trusted Buck above all others. If I had his blessing, I wouldn't be
betraying his love.



End of Chapter 9~
Booger Red & Cowboy
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