Date: Sat, 6 Oct 2007 07:40:12 -0700 (PDT)
From: Deep Diver <deepdiver_pr@yahoo.com>
Subject: Master and the Mate - Chapter 44

Master and the Mate
by
Deepdiver

ed. Dave L.

Chapter 44

YMCA Swimming Hole

The next morning, when Ryan awoke, Kyle was already making breakfast and
had made sure the boys were getting ready for school. The memory of the
Indians sleeping side by side overtook Ryan with the feelings it evoked. He
found himself hugging his pillow as he yearned for his lover to be naked
and beside him. Reluctantly he got up, showered alone and got ready to go
into his office. While Ryan sipped his coffee at the breakfast table he
noticed that the weather was beginning to show signs of the arrival of
spring and his thoughts turned to the Gardie.

"Manny, how would you like to take the course on navigation that the power
squadron offers?" Ryan asked.

"That would be kewl," the boy answered in the slang of his age group.

"OK, I'll have my secretary register you." Ryan asserted. "Oh, but you
don't know how to swim, if I remember correctly."

"Just a little. Sometimes my mom took me to the public swimming pool but
she only let me into the baby pool." Manny admitted his lack of confidence.

"The baby pool! Oh that is so gross, swimming in urine." Mark teased.

"Oh no it isn't!" Manny said indignantly.

"Didn't your eyes burn a lot in that water? It was from all the pissing
that the babies do while they're swimming." Mark pushed the envelope.

"OK, boys, that's quite enough. Manny your eyes burned because they put a
lot of chlorine in the water to kill any bacteria." Ryan tried to forestall
a full-blown argument from brewing.

Ryan made a mental note to join the YMCA so that Manny could take some
swimming lessons at their indoor pool before the nice weather arrived. Kyle
was listening to the conversation and recalling his own experience learning
to swim with Ryan.

"You know, I could use some more swimming lessons maybe Manny and I could
go over to the 'Y' each day after class." Kyle ventured.

"What about me?" Mark suddenly became interested.

"You won't like it, too many fu... awesome kids peeing in the pool!" Manny
said and Ryan looked at Kyle over the top of his newspaper.

By the time they finished breakfast, it was agreed that they would all meet
at the 'Y' at around 5 p.m. when there was an hour session for men.

When five o'clock rolled around, everyone was waiting in the lobby for Kyle
whose class had over-run. Ryan had already taken out a family membership;
and Mark's friends Pete and Joe had also decided to come along. When Kyle
arrived they each found an empty locker where they could leave their
clothes; Ryan put his wallet in his shoe, figuring that any intruder
wouldn't look there. A sign at the pool entrance indicated that everyone
had to take a shower before entering the pool. The group entered the steamy
showers together, all naked.

Manny was fascinated by the size of each guy's cock and was very unabashed
about checking everyone out. By far, Kyle had the longest, but Mark's was
bigger if you took into account his proportions. Pete and Joe were just
about average. Ryan had the thickest, and of course Manny had the smallest
and the least hair in his crotch. Several jokes were made about each
other's body which helped release the tension of all being totally naked
together for the first time.

Kyle stole glances at Mark, Pete and Joe and noticed that all three had the
typical beautiful bodies of young adolescents. Manny, of course, was
beautiful in his boyishness, but it was still Ryan who got most of Kyle's
attention. Ryan was a man's man and Kyle just sighed as he yearned to
embrace him, naked, in public. Ryan also checked everyone out, but not from
a sexual perspective. He was too professional in his thinking and merely
made sure each had two descended testicles and no abnormalities that would
affect their psychological well-being. He remembered the boy he had treated
for months with extremely low self-esteem. Finally, as he was almost giving
up his attempts to determine their origin, the boy had enough confidence to
admit his hangup; and revealed that his piss slit was not in the center of
the head of his cock but located on the underside. Ryan had referred him to
a surgeon who easily corrected the abnormality and now the young man was a
successful teacher.

Ryan spent most of the time in the pool doing laps when he wasn't stealing
peeks at the lifeguard who he found to be a humpy and sexy guy. He was not
exactly slim, but had meat on his bones without being fat. Ryan wondered
what it would be like to touch his creamy skin and then to have him tied up
in the basement.

Kyle spent most of his time trying to teach Manny as Ryan had taught him,
but Manny's anxieties were running high and it was very difficult to get
him to put his head fully underwater. Then another parent arrived with a
two-year-old. The tot went right up onto the low diving board, walked to
the edge and dived in without any pause, and then he slowly swam to the
side of the pool. Everyone's mouths were agape as they watched the very
young child run around to the diving board and jump in again.

After sometime Ryan took Manny in his arms and walked him around the
pool. Manny clung to Ryan nervously as if he was a baby chimp clinging to
its mother. Ryan found the sensation exhilarating, feeling Manny's clean
and youthful skin pressed against his own. There were no sexual thoughts or
even innuendos in his mind; it was more like the closeness rarely
experienced between father and son. Ryan was happy: his family was happy
and he was no longer lonely or yearning for Edwin. His happiness lasted
until he returned to his locker and found his wallet missing. When he
reported it stolen to the center's administration they admonished him and
told him that the thieves check the shoes first!

That evening, both Ryan and Kyle were eager to retire. They were tired from
the work out at the pool and eager to continue viewing the collection of
DVDs about the Indians.

When Swift Mountain Lion awoke, he found himself alone. He was surprised
that the Dakota animal could be so stealthy and get up without disturbing
him. As he stood he began looking for tracks, thinking Howling Wolf could
not have gotten far since the sun was just rising. He quickly counted the
horses and all were tied to the line he had set for them the prior
evening. He felt for his knife and it was missing. His heart began to race
as he realized that his captive just might have become the hunter. He
followed the tracks in the direction of a nearby stream and then saw the
young buck with his knife lashed to a pole. The Indian was standing
motionless as if he had become a statue. Swift Mountain Lion was already
suspecting that he was possessed by some strange spirit; perhaps even that
of his former friend. Then without warning the brave stabbed the pole into
the water and pulled out a fine trout. He walked back, proudly displaying
his catch, throwing the spear to Swift Mountain Lion and proceeded to clean
his catch in preparation for breakfast. Swift Mountain Lion understood that
he had just been challenged to do better and he proudly marched into the
cold stream and began jabbing at every fish he saw, but was unable to spear
even one. Howling Wolf smiled broadly as he started to laugh at the big
brave Crow who couldn't even catch one small fish; the more Swift Mountain
Lion tried the more Howling Wolf laughed.

Finally Swift Mountain Lion had had enough. His people were meat eaters who
bravely faced large herds of wild buffalo. Who was this ignorant and puny
Dakota tribesman to dare laugh at his captor? He came right up to his
captive who was looking up from his squatting position with a broad smile
on his face and pushed him down into the dirt. 'Now who's laughing?' Swift
Mountain Lion thought. Howling Wolf picked himself up and went back into
the stream to clean both himself and the fish that had fallen with him to
the ground. He then went across the stream and after a few minutes of
patient waiting, speared a second fish for his captor. 'How can I possibly
explain to this intellectual throwback about light refraction,' he thought,
as he hardly understood it himself. Howling Wolf he had been taught by his
grandfather who had been a brave warrior in his youth and a wise chief in
his later years about not aiming directly at the fish but after studying
one's own foot on the bottom to figure the appropriate angle to aim the
spear.

Howling Wolf finished cleaning the fish and then hung them on sticks to
hang close to the camp fire. The smell of their breakfast had both their
mouths salivating in anticipation of their meal.

As they ate, Howling Wolf kept smiling at Swift Mountain Lion until he
broke through his offended masculine facade. Eventually, Swift Mountain
Lion couldn't help smiling back and offered his hand to his captive to help
him to his feet. He then handed him some more of the cactus branch and
squeezed the last of its aloe sap into his hand. Spreading the soothing
balm on his own thighs, Howling Wolf realized that Swift Mountain Lion had
just given him a small bit of his dignity back. Rather than walk naked he
decided to put on the dress, accepting the humiliation that Swift Mountain
Lion was demanding, and thanked the Great Sky Spirit that there was no one
about to see him.

By noon however, they had caught up to Swift Mountain Lion's people. As he
walked behind Swift Mountain Lion's horse, children ran up to him and poked
and punched him and ran off. The women that saw him spat in his direction
with alarming accuracy. The warriors, worse still, just ignored him and
refused to recognize him as worthy of their attention. Eventually they
arrived at the lodge of Swift Mountain Lion's uncle, who was now the chief
of their clan.

Swift Mountain Lion saluted his uncle and described how he had satisfied
his revenge and that he had now returned to assume his duties as a warrior
of the clan. His uncle indicated to him a lodge that had been prepared for
his return but invited him inside his own tee-pee to share a meal and a
smoke of the pipe in thanks to the Great Spirit for the success of his
hunt. Swift Mountain Lion never even mentioned his captive; there was no
need. It was already a tradition to humiliate captured braves by not even
recognizing their presence.

After the two entered the chief's lodge, some women came up to Howling Wolf
and gave him some duties. No one offered him even so much as some
water. They treated their dogs with more respect; he was their enemy and
deserved no better treatment. Howling Wolf was not surprised. His own
people would have done the same if not worse. He found himself sitting
behind a circle of women and helped shell some beans. Once in a while a
maiden would look in his direction, but if he dared look back at her, they
would spit at him. Later an elderly woman kicked him and indicated that he
should follow her. She led him away from the camp and began piling fallen
tree branches into his arms to carry back to camp. When he failed to pay
attention to her, she swatted him with a thick twig.

When they arrived back at camp, another middle-aged woman gave him some
more beans to shell, but by now he was too outraged and just threw the
gourd filled with beans down on the ground. She began screaming at him, but
he had no idea what she was saying. Swift Mountain Lion came quickly to the
rescue of the lady, and turned and smacked Howling Wolf so hard he fell off
to one side. Swift Mountain Lion then grabbed him by the hair and dragged
him over to a wooden frame that had been erected to dry skins. He stripped
off Howling Wolf's dress and then lashed him to the wooden frame
spreadeagled and totally naked. The squaws and children stared at him and
mocked his nakedness. Again Swift Mountain Lion had successfully humiliated
Howling Wolf who was now praying that death would come swiftly; Swift
Mountain Lion left him to hang there for the rest of the day. The only
reason his skin didn't burn was due to the lateness of the day, but going
from the heat of the day into the cool of the night was horrendous. His
body was covered with goosebumps as he shivered in the cold in pain from
the constant weight of his body hanging from his arms. Just when he was
near falling asleep from exhaustion, Swift Mountain Lion threw a bucket of
warmed water over him, cut him down and led him into his tee-pee.

Once he was dry, Swift Mountain Lion held out a bowl full of pieces of
buffalo meat. He did not however, give him the bowl to eat, but rather
barked commands at him.

"Tenik," said Swift Mountain Lion, but it meant nothing to Howling
Wolf. "Ten...nik" Swift Mountain Lion repeated and then kicked the legs out
from under Howling Wolf: and then he gave him a small piece of meat to eat.

"Kinet." Swift Mountain Lion said. "Kin...net" he repeated and began
kicking Howling Wolf until he rose to his feet. Then another small piece of
meat was given to the young warrior.

"Tenik," commanded Swift Mountain Lion [and the word, 'Sit,' flashed up as
a subtitle on the bottom of the screen]. Howling Wolf sat quickly as Swift
Mountain Lion approached him menacingly. "Kinet," Swift Mountain Lion said
[and the word, 'stand' appeared in the subtitles] and Howling Wolf stood
and received his reward. Swift Mountain Lion kept the tired brave standing
and sitting until he was convinced he was learning to obey his voice
commands. It was now Swift Mountain Lion who was smiling and laughing at
Howling Wolf whose anger at being treated like a common cur was boiling
inside his head.

The last time that Swift Mountain Lion had commanded him to stand, there
was no more reward of meat, instead Swift Mountain Lion began covering
Howling Wolf's body with aloe oil. He massaged him from the neck down,
covering first his complete front, including his genitals and then his
back. Howling Wolf was shocked by the manhandling of his cock and balls and
later his ass cheeks, but the sensation of being caressed gently by this
goliath of a warrior felt so good after so much abuse during the day.

When he was ordered to lie on Swift Mountain Lion's bed roll he didn't
resist since he had no more fight left in him and he just wanted to
sleep. Again Swift Mountain Lion spooned him, but this time Howling Wolf
felt Swift Mountain Lion's swollen cock pushing between his raw
thighs. Howling Wolf felt such intense fear he dared not move a single
muscle in his body. Swift Mountain Lion embraced his torso tightly and soon
fell asleep. It took Howling Wolf longer to relax, but once he did he found
that he too became sexually excited.

In their bed Ryan and Kyle imitated the last scene of the second DVD. Ryan
placed his swollen penis between Kyle's thighs, but unlike the Indians in
the flick, Ryan pumped against Kyle's ass until he came. Kyle caught Ryan's
cum in his palm and then slowly ate his lover's male essence.

To be continued...



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