Date: Mon, 4 Aug 2003 14:48:53 +1200
From: arthur <rochopa@xtra.co.nz>
Subject: Dove of Harmony part 12

					DOVE OF HARMONY

					Part Twelve

					By Arthur


Authors Note:

As it is with all things, this will be the last chapter of the book and
also the series and as much as I would wish to continue with the story I
feel it has come to its conclusion with this chapter.

To all the hundreds of readers that have emailed me about Eric and James my
heart felt thanks as it was your feedback that kept me going when it became
difficult to continue.

As other writers know it is very difficult to write a long series and as
this story was designed only for five chapters I think it has done its job
to inform and entertain.

I do however have in the back of my mind a new story along similar lines
but it is not fully formed in my head as yet but when it comes to fruition
then I shall post it for all my followers.

CONCLAVE U.S.A.:

Of all the emails I have recieved about this story there is one predominant
theme to a high percentage of them and that is the desire to have a
Conclave of The Society of Mythra formed in the U.S.A. and Canada for the
purposes of continuing the life style over there.

To this end and with my impending travel to the U.S.A. next year with
either one or both of my boys and for the purpose of looking at the
possibilities of establishing a Conclave there for those who would like to
follow our ways, I am in the process of setting up a paypal system for
those who would like to donate toward the Societies formation.

As yet I am unaware of the requirements that would be needed to accomplish
this and would appreciate any information toward that end, the Conclave
would require the services of five Prime Masters to form the Committee of
laws and for the overseeing on the laws of the Society.

With honour I thank you all for your readership and following and hope that
I can fulfill the requests of the many Masters and slaves that have shown a
desire to join our ways.

  MAY THE DOVE OF MYTHRA PRESERVE YOUR HOUSE AND ALL WHO RESIDE THEREIN.

		  Arthur, Prime Master, Society of Mythra
			     (est. Aust 1953)


When we returned to Kristos's house he told me to see him in the lounge
while Eric went to rest up for this evenings Conclave.

"What can I do for you Master Kristos?"

"James, I've talked to some of the other Primes and they agree that as you
are a Founder in your own right we would like you to do the formal entrance
as a Founder and not just as a guest, do you agree with that?"

"You honour me greatly, how can I refuse, it will be as you ask, do you
wish for my boy to be with me?"

"Of course James, he is a part of you, he must accompany you."

"Again you honour me Master Kristos."

"Not at all James, you have earnt you place."

"Then it will be an honour."

"One more thing James?"

"Of course."

"Your boy is a Child of Mythra, has he done the fifth yet?"

"Not yet Kristos."

"Is he ready?"

"Yes, I was going to take him up when we returned home."

"Could he do it tonight at the Conclave?"

"You would offer him that honour Kristos?"

"For him and for you James, as well as he is only one of two surviving
Child's now, the other you would remember from your days with me, he is now
over sixty so Eric would be like a breath of fresh air for the assembled."

"Who is Master of the Rod now Kristos?"

"For his kisses you mean?"

"Yes."

"That pleasure I have reserved for myself, the others agree to let an old
man have his last days in the lime light."

"Then may I honour you with his presence after the entrance and that I most
humbly request you take him through the fifth."

"Now you honour me James, that would indeed set an old man with great
memories in his last years. Thank you I can do nothing else but accept with
honour."

"Good, I'll tell Eric he has some work to do tonight but not what it is."

"Ahh you and your little games my boy, I see you have not stopped playing
them."

"Keeps him on his toes."

"I'm sure he doesn't need to James."

"Well no not really, but as you say I have to have my games."

Kristos laughed and we parted to get ready for the journey to the Conclave.

After Eric and I had rested I got out his red leathers and began to dress
him. As I was fastening his harness there came a soft knock at the door. on
opening the door I saw Kristos boy standing there with a black cape and a
small box in his hands.

"Yes boy?"

The boy dropped to the third position and then rising to the second lifted
his hands toward me in offering.

"Speak boy."

"Founding Prime Master, my Master offers these to the Child of Mythra with
his blessing."

"Thank you boy, you may leave."

I closed the door and went over to Eric as he stood there waiting.

"Well my little dove, Master Kristos has done you a great honour, this cape
is the one that was last worn by the last Child of Mythra and that was over
40 years ago. The clasp is so old no one knows its origin and has never
been worn here. Master Kristos wants you to have it and wear it at all
opotunities, it's a very special honour for you my little love."

The beaming smile of gratitude was beautiful to see as my boy blushed
slightly. I finished readying his leathers and then laid the silken cape
around his shoulders and fixed the heavy silver clasp to the front. It was
a very heavy and solid piece of silver and while it was beautifully made it
did not have the slick finish of modern day silverware.

The artisan had been from some age gone by but the craftmanship was
obviously evident in the fitting of the pin at the back and the minute
detail of the flying dove engraved on its front. the whole clasp weighed
about eight ounces as far as I could estimate and was a stark flash of
brightness on the black cape.

Eric would not have the hood up as he had been presented long ago but the
hiding of his slim body would be a luxury for those present when I revealed
him. I dug through my case and removed my dark suit and the rest of my
regalia and began to dress.

"Now Eric something has come up so tonight you will have a little work to
do, I'm going to give you over to Master Kristos for the evening as an
honour to him so you will obey him in everything as you would me, clear?"

"Master, as if the words were from your lips, I will obey Prime Master
Kristos."

"Good boy, I knew you would."

"Now as you've not seen an installing let me tell you what you must do."

"First we have to do the entrance like we did at you acceptance, at a later
stage in the proceedings you will have to leave the hall for the Primes
strokes, only the helot is allowed to stay. Remember you will be Master
Kristos boy for tonight so you will attend him at all times."

"Now after the installing there is some other work to be done, you will
again obey all of Master Kristos instructions as I know you will, now thats
all my boy, make me proud of you tonight and bring honour to Master kristos
and myself and above all to yourself."

"Yes Master."

"Now is there anything you want before we go down?"

"Yes Master."

"Ok little one ask and I will give it to you."

"Kiss me please James."

I smiled down at my dove and then lifted him the little bit to bring him
level with my lips and as he opened his mouth I entered it with my tongue
and felt again his youthful exuberence in taste and desire. This my little
dove, this love of my life, was now and forever the most important person
in my life.

As we decended the stairs with Eric on my left as usual, I saw Kristos
standing waiting for us in the foyer. His boy was at the third on his left
now dressed in his restraints. Kristos dark suit with the white sash and
gloves as well as his white wrist cuff seemed to have dropped about twenty
years as he looked reinvigorated by his formal dress and along with my red
accesories we must have looked quite impressive. Eric of course was covered
with the cape but he would have added the bright splash of colour that
would have us looking like a carnival. Eric sank to the second position
before Master Kristos to pay his respects then looked up at me.

"Speak boy."

"Prime Master Kristos, I offer my sincere gratitude for the high honour you
have paid my Master in allowing me to dress as I am."

"It is nothing my boy, you are the Child of Mythra and deserve nothing
less."

The boys held their positions until Kristos decided it was time to leave
for the conclave.

"Well James lets get these boys to their party."

It was obvious that it was Kristos that wanted to get to the Conclave as he
gave out a small chuckle. We left the house and climbed into his car and
the driver pulled out smoothly into the darkened streets of Melbourne.

The drive down Nepean highway and into Saint Kilda was leasurely and the
evening traffic was not to heavy so our timing was perfect as we arrived at
the venue for the Conclave just as the last of the cars were unloading
there occupants, of which most were Masters, some accompanied and some just
as a group without boys.

"How many are you expecting Kristos?"

"Not sure James, I think about three hundred, a lot are from out of state,
our own Conclave is shrinking nowdays, to many young kids going into the
scene for sex and excitment. The internet has a lot to answer for, many of
them don't understand the traditions and like them even less. To most of
them it's just an exciting game to play and the number of them being badly
injured is on the increase. To many playing power games and not considering
the boys side of the act."

I had a distinct feeling that this was a real concern to my ageing past
Master. Kristos had always been a tradtitionalist and it had been impressed
on me right from the start of my submission to him in the old days. His
favorite saying had been.

'No traditon equals No law, No law equals utter chaos.'

Many times he had impressed this on me, sometimes with a whip in his hands
when I had pushed him to far with my own subtle form of rebellion. I had a
feeling that even though he was well into his eighties that Eric was going
to enjoy Kristos use of the cat for his strokes at the fifth.

We were taken into a side room while the hall was being organised for the
other Masters and their boys. All the Primes were there except for the
junior of them who was to call the Conclave to order for our entrance. The
other Primes would go first and then as happened in our own Conclave Eric
and I would be announced later so as to take the walk to the front dias and
be presented. This was all for appearance sake of course but it was a part
of our traditons at these formal occassions.

At last the hall became silent and the voice of the junior Prime rang out
loud and clear in the stillness.

"Masters, we are gathered here tonight to install our Master of the Chair,
we are also fortunate in having with us tonight a Founder from New Zealand
who has kindly accepted an invitation to join us. All proceedures will be
followed in honouring the Founder. Now Masters, Slaves, present yourselves
for the Primes of the Conclave of Melbourne."

At these words the Primes in the room with us formed up and strode out into
the hall, all except one had a boy with them.  The residing Master of the
Chair led the way with the eldest Prime (Kristos) behind him. The gathered
Masters took their positions and with a loud thmping of gloved fists on the
tables welcomed the Primes into the hall.

Once all were assembled on the dais the present Master of the Chair rose to
adress the crowd.

"Masters, tonight we have with us Founding Prime Master James of the New
Zealand Conclave, I will ask his past Master to announce him and also ask
that you give him your best honours so that he nay see we have not
forgotten our ways. Prime Master kristos if you please."

As Kristos strode to the front of the dais with a renewed vigor in his
step, the hall became silent oncve again. I looked down at Eric as he stood
beside me.

"Lets give them a good show my little dove."

Eric smiled up at me and with a small pouting of his soft lips blew a kiss
to me, not quite the done thing in these circumstances but it was his way
and I let him have some freedom of choice now that he had been with me for
this long as I knew he would always do his duty when called on.

Kristos voice rang out around the hall, making him sound twenty years
younger.

"Masters, Slaves, I ask you to take your positions to honour our visitor
Founding Prime Master James accompanied by the Child of Mythra."

At the sound of Eric's title there came a hubub of noise in the hall as the
Masters and Slaves took their positions and as silence fell I led Eric out
the doorway and into the hall. The walk was the same as in our own Conclave
but this time Eric held himself even straighter and was in perfect
syncronisation with my own steps.

Once at the front of the hall and standing beneath the dais Eric sank to
the second in repsect for the Primes as I began.  Around the hall there was
quiet murmering that could be barely heard about the entrance of Eric and
his correctness of position, As I began to speak the murmering silenced.

I looked up at the Primes all standing at full Present and had a funny
feeling seeing my past Master Kristos standing there giving me honour, then
with a small smile and a wink at me he gave a very slight nod of his head.

"Prime Masters of the Conclave of Melbourne, I bring you honour from the
Conclave of New Zealand and thank you for your generosity in allowing me to
be here this evening. If I may, with your indulgence present my slave Eric,
double ringed Child of Mythra."

With these words Eric, as I had instructed him earlier, rose to his feet
and stood at Present, I reached over an unclasped the sliver pin from his
cape and removed the cape with a smooth flourish that only silk has, and
laid it over my arm as Eric returned to the second.

The voices became a little louder in appreciation of Erics youth and form
as he slid smoothly back to his position beside me.  The Master of the
Chair took the front of the stage.

"Founding Prime Master James, you honour us greatly with your presence and
that of the Child of Mythra, Founder you are welcome, please join us."

"Master of the Chair, I thank you for your honour and would have a boon to
ask the assembled?"

"Ask and it will be done Founder."

"I would wish to offer the Child of Mythra to my past Master for his honour
and that the boy may serve him this evening."

"Founder, that is indeed an honour for our Prime Master Kristos and is
accepted but it will leave you unaccompanied."

Kristos rose to his feet.

"Master of the Chair, I can but offer my slave to tend Founder James if
that is acceptable?"

"Founder James is that acceptable to you?"

"It is Master of the Chair."

"Then your boon is granted Founder."

I nodded to Eric and he rose with that beautiful smoothness of golden sinew
and writhing muscle and went up on the stage to stand at the left of
Kristos. As I made my way to the chair set aside for me at the head of the
table Kristos boy came and knelt beside me.

"Masters, you may relax, there has been an alteration to tonights
proceedings which will become evident after the instalation."

The hall became less formal again as the Masters and Slaves took their
places and settled down until the installation began.  It took about twenty
minutes for eveyone to settle down after our entrance and as soon as it was
quieter the junior Prime took his place at the dais.

"Masters, I ask you to attend, we are all gathered here for the
installation of our new Master of the Chair. The vote was taken in a secret
ballot and the result was unanimous. Prime Master Kristos I ask you if you
accept the position of Prime Master of the Chair in recognition of your 30
years of service to this Conclave?"

By the look on Kristos face it was obvious that he had been kept in the
dark about the selection. Kristos rose to his feet as the stunned look left
his face and was replaced by one of strength and determination.

The resounding crash of gloved fists told everyone that this was a popular
choice. The formalities began and as the installation proceeded I could see
Eric kneeling at second totally imobile but at the same time taking in
everything that was said in the ceremony.

When the ceremony was nearly complete the installing Master asked the final
questions.

"Prime Master Kristos do you accept the strokes of a Master of the Chair?"

"Installing Master I so accept."

"Prime Master Kristos, who stands as Helot for your strokes?"

"I have no Helot Installing Master."

"Assembled, is there one among you who would offer a Helot for the Prime
Masters strokes?"

I looked over at Eric and saw the hint of a smile on his lips, with my
small nod of agreement he lowered himself to the third position. The
Installing Master looked over to him as he remained solid at the third.

"Prime Master, your boy, the Child of Mythra wishes to speak is it your
wish he does so?"

Kristos turned to where Eric knelt.

"Speak boy."

Eric rose to the second position, his arms wide and his head back proudly,
his slim back arched and his thighs straight.

"Master, I humbly offer my back as Helot for your strokes, should it be
your wish."

A look of appreciation and softness mixed with admiration passed fleetingly
over Kristos face as he smiled in Eric's direction.

"It is my wish boy, go to Founder James and be prepared."

Eric came over and stood before me while I unlocked his leathers until he
was naked before the room.

"Prime Master place your slave to the center of the hall, Masters please
remove your slaves and have them await your call."

There was a murmering and shuffling of chairs as the Masters sent their
slaves out of the hall to wait in the foyer until the strokes were done and
then the Masters settled back into their chairs to wait for the final act
of acceptance.

Kristos had Eric in all his naked beauty, follow him down to the main floor
area and when he was in the center of the hall he told him to go to
Helot. Eric sank in his usual graceful manner to the final position and
with that delctable butt high in the air waited unmoving as the Master of
the Rod took up the eight clawed cat and approached him.

The Master of the Rod was a youngish man about 30 years old but he had a
look of confidence about him so I had no fears for Eric. The four almost
invisible white stripes across Erics back from his first presentation were
a reminder to me as to Erics ability to take the ten that were coming to
him.

Kristos turned to the dais and addressed the installing Master.

"Installing Master, I would ask a boon?"

"Prime Master you may ask a boon."

"Installing Master, while it is tradition to have a slave at Helot for the
strokes I would ask that as the Helot is a Child of Mythra that he be given
permission to stand to Present as befits his standing."

"A wise boon Prime Master, if there is dissent then let him stand."

With a quick glance around the hall it was obvious there would be no
dissent. Kristos gave Eric the order.

"Helot, Present and stand your ground."

Eric flowed like water as he stood to Present, back arched, elbowss out
straight from his head, feet planted frimly on the wooden floor beneath
him. Eric looked straight ahead and I could see him goin to harmony,
Kristos also noticed it and lifted an eyebrow in my direction to which I
just gave him a small smile.

The master of the Rod had been in the process of lining up for the strokes
when he to caught the soft humming from Erics golden chest. The strokes to
a Prime Master were full and not held back in anyway and even though it was
not always allowed to use a Helot for them Kristos age had a decisive
factor in allowing it.

The cat whistled through the air and the silence in the hall was broken by
the loud crack as the tails made contact with Erics skin. The bright red
welts sprang into being as though some fomr of light had been switched on
under his skin.  Eric stood there unmoved, as solid as an old Kauri tree in
the bush. Not a flicker of movement came from him from the force of the
blow.

The second was on its way, the same result as the first, a loud crack and
the welts showed fractionally below the first ones, again no movement from
my little Dove just the faint humming from his taut chest. The hall was so
quiet as the other Masters sat there taking in the sight of Eric standing
unmoved by the full force strokes.

The strokes continued until the last one crashed down on Erics back leaving
a criss cross pattern over his golden skin. The Master of the Rod had
proved to be an expert at his job as although he had marked Eric with
strong bright red welts he had avoided breaking the skin, no mean feat on a
boy as small as Eric.

At the last stroke Kristos went to Eric and told him to relax as it was
over. Eric stood there unmoving except for his shaft which seemed to have a
life of its own and rose slowly to full erectness. Kristos again gave him
the order to relax, again Eric stood there in his harmony waiting,
unmoving, his back welted with the red stripes.

Suddenly Kristos understood and looked over to me in askance.

I rose and with a nod to the Primes went down to where Eric stood.

I placed myself in front of him and could see the galzed eyes and hear the
distinctive humming from his chest. I gave him his release words.

"Boy the Dove Preserves you, cum now."

Eric with a deep muscle shuddering sigh shot his youthful cum out onto the
floor in four long jets as his eyes cleared and he smiled up at me as the
hall went wild with thumping fists, the Primes joining in.

Erics pleading eyes asked me to take him in my arms but I shook my head and
indicated he was Kristos boy for tonight and could go to him. Turning Eric
looked up at Kristos who with a most tender of looks opened his arms to
him. Eric leanded into Kristos arms and gave a final small shudder as
Kristos ran his aged hands over Erics hot skin.

When Eric had settled down kristos had him come over to me to be relocked
into his restraints as the other Slaves made there way back into the hall
and took their places beside their Masters.

The evening settled down into a comfortable tempo as the assembly relaxed
after watching my little dove show why he was the Child of Mythra. The
overiding chatter was on his performance as Helot for Kristosd who now sat
in the Chair and oversaw the evening with Eric proudly kneeling beside him.

At a signal from Kristos the junior Prime took his place once again at the
dais.

"Masters, I ask for your attention, we have one more ceremony this evening
before we settle down to enjoying ourselves. I ask all Master with Slaves
who have not as yet risen to the level of the fifth Mythra to ask their
Slaves to leave the hall."

There was a shuffling and murmering as a number of Slaves got to their feet
and left the hall. From a side door the Master of the Rod pushed a stand
with a covered painting on it into the center of the room and then went
back to his place at his table.

Kristos moved to the front of the stage leaving Eric beside his chair.

"Masters we are fortunate tonight to have a slave amongst us that is ready
to be raised to the fifth of the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve' and it
has been arranged for his raising to be held here with the permission and
acceptance of Founding Prime Master James. Child Of Mythra Present yourself
before the fifth of the Seven Mythra, 'May They Preserve'"

It was almost the first time I had seen a look surprise on Eric's face as
he realised he was gonign to be raised here instead of back home. Eric rose
in his usual manner with smoothness and correctness and went to stand down
before the covered painting. Kristos came over to me and without a word
needed I handed him Erics key.

Kristos went down onto the main floor to stand behind Eric and began to
release his restraints and placing them neatly on the small table that had
been put close by. When Eric was once again naked for all to see Kristos
began.

Kristos lifted the covering and revealed the fifth painting. The background
was mid blue with a center of dark crimson which flared out into a softer
and more pale light red. In the center was painted a white marble pedastal
with the white dove standing on it with wings outspread and in full
harness. The doves eyes showed through as bright and understanding buttons
of penetrating black. The tips of its wings were like small rosey flames
and seemed to glow with a life of their own. The fifth Mythra was called
Knowledge.

"Child of Mythra, study well the significence of this the Fifth of the
Seven Mythra, ' May They Preserve' and encompass all the knowledge of our
ways."

Eric stood motionless as Kristos stepped around him until he faced him.

"Child of Mythra I give you permission to speak freely to answer my
questions, are you true to the ways of the Mythra?"

"Yes Master."

"How have you become true?"

"By the teachings of my Master and by the assistance of the Seven Mythra,
'May They Preserve' Master."

"Child of Mythra who was Lykourgas?"

"The bringer of truth to our ways Master."

"Who was the lion of Thermopylae?"

"Leonidas, Master."

"Why?"

"He stood to the last man in the defense of our ways Master."

"why is the battle of Argos remembered?"

"It was the battle of the six hundred Master."

"When did it take place?"

"In 547bc Master."

"What was the outcome?"

"The battle was claimed by both the Argives and the Lacedaemonians who we
now know as the Spartans, Master"

"Why should the battle be remebered by us?"

"It was the last stand of Othrydes who was the last to stand after the
battle and thinking he had been defeated after the two remaining Argives
left the feild and being badly wounded, dismembered all the enemy and then
took his own life to honour Mythros his god, Master."

"What is the black cloak?"

"A symbol of first birth Master."

"When is it used?"

"At the first night of the birth of a son, Master."

"To what end?"

"To test his right to life Master."

"Child of Mythra, you have well learnt the knowledge of the Fifth Mythra
and our history, what do you offer as final proof of your dedication to our
ways?"

"Master I offer my body for the ten kisses of the eight clawed cat to prove
my worth."

"By who's hand will you accept your kisses?"

"By your hand Master."

I had not told Eric about who he had to select but as usal he had worked it
out for himself and had without my help offered Kristos a final honour. My
boy was truly one of a kind, his body was resilient and his mind was always
alert to the needs of others and the offering of honour to everyone around
him.

The Master of the Rod came over carrying the eight ounce cat and offered it
to Kristos, Eric was still in his position of Present. The strength of the
strokes was entirely up to Kristos as he had the haft no one could
interfere. Kristos took his stance to the side of Eric and it was then I
saw what he was going to do.

With Kristos years of experience he could see that Erics back would open up
with another ten strokes so he opted to do it on Erics front, although the
skin was a l ittle thinner over his chest I knew that Kristos was a real
Master of the cat and would not mark Eric permanently.

"Do you stand to the cross, boy?"

"Master I stand free to honour you."

Eric held his position as Kristos raised his arm, the cat came down with
enough force to immediately raise welts across his upper chest and over his
nipples, Eric remained steady and with nothing more than a small squint of
his eyes. I knew that was his way of letting me know he was not going top
use harmony bu take the strokes while fully aware.

Kristos struck again and I noticed he was not using the full power and
technique he was capable of but the welts still showed up strong on Erics
chest. His nipples recieved another dose as the two or three top falls laid
over them. The cat continued to do its work in the expert hands of the old
Master until it was time for the last one. Erics chest and stomach showed
up the first nine welts clearly and the only place left unmarked was across
his pubic region where his slim 5" rod now stood hard and strong waiting
for the last cut.

Kristos took a second to look over to me and raise his eyebrow in
askance. I nodded my head in agreement of the unspoken request.

"Child of Mythra as a mark of honour to your dedication to our ways you
have permission to cum on the last stroke of your kisses."

Kristos leaned back and unleashed a stroke that was obviously the hardest
yet and close to his full ability to give. The falls laid across Erics
upright shaft and at the first touch he began to shoot out his hot white
sperm onto the floor. The only indication of the strength of the stroke on
Erics face was a tightening around his eyes as the lashes showed quickly on
his groin where his skin was lighter and his shaft also showed four bright
red stripes as it throbbed with his ejection.

With a lot more control than i could have shown Kristos reached out with
the cat toward the Master of the Rod to indicate he had finished and then
with a tenderness I didn't know he had he wrapped Eric in his arms and
kissed him gently on the forhead before turning to a stunned room.

"Masters, I give you the true Child of Mythra for your approval."

The hall erupted into chaos as all those present showed their appreciation
for my little dove with pounding fists and cheers.  Kristos turned Eric
around for everyone to see he had taken both back and front the full force
of the eight clawed cat and that he was to be honoured by all present.

If nothing else happened in our lives then this would always be remebered
by me as the Erics finest performance and the honour he had brought both
Kristos and myself was immeasureable. As a final gesture Eric turned toward
me and went to the third position, his back showing clearly his dedication.

A fleeting thought crossed my mind as I watched my little dove at
Penitence, this is why I loved him, his honesty and endevour to give honour
to all was what made him special. Im sure this night would be talked about
for a long time after I was gone.

I saw a slight misting in Kristos eye as he looked up to me and smiled with
genuine affection, it was the first time I had ever seen him give any
indication of softness. His inaudable mouthing of the words 'Thank you'
imprinted onto my mind and would last till my last days.


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That night was the most memoriable of many good times and now as I sit here
trying to remeber all the feelings that had run their course over the last
ten years and with my little dove craddled in my lap, yes he still liked to
be held and cuddled like the small boy he used to be when he first came to
me so long ago. I rubbed his back gently and wondered what would become of
him when I was gone. That possibility had come a little closer when I had
had two small strokes a few years ago and my present age wasn't
helping. Eric was the only person that knew how serious it had been but he
nevr left my side and I must admit even with me being a little testy at
times he never gave up on his willingness to pamper me at every opotunity.

I wondered often what would become of him when my time came but when I
mentioned it he would give his teen like smile and reply.

"We are one my Master."

Over the last few years he had become a very valuable asset to other Subs
that found themselves in difficulty and was always ready to help. He
wouldn't hear of going anywhere without being dressed in his best leathers
and showed everyone that he was proud to be who he was.

This is the Sub I loved.


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