Date: Mon, 1 Dec 2003 21:25:01 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ties That Bind Chapter 14"

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then this is a warning to read no further.  The author will not be held
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(Codes: M/M BD/SM Master/slave WS Anal Oral)

Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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CHAPTER 14 ~ BONDAGE TO FREEDOM


Part I ~ Giving Notice

"Clocks can not tell our time of day,
nor reason why we pass this way!"
W. H. Auden~

Master Jim set his alarm early and Master Jeb set the coffee to be ready
for us.  I told Master Jim he didn't have to get up that early but he
insisted.  I took a quick shower, pulled my coveralls on and headed to the
kitchen for a cup of coffee. Master Jeb was already up and the three of us
had coffee together.

He talked to Sam again and I didn't have to 'give notice.'  It was all
taken care of as far as Sam was concerned.  He said Sam and Yoshie would be
happy to store my bike in their garage; they have plenty of room.

Master Jeb said that Master Earl called to say 'Hello' and asked how
decisions were coming.  Big Jim all ready ask if I could relay Beryl and
Blaine's message to Sam and Master Jeb said 'Yes.' He didn't see any danger
to Yoshie as he knew Beryl and Blaine were good men who would protect his
anonymity.

I wanted to be early to work to help dad with the assignments so I finished
my coffee, hugged and kissed Master Jeb and asked if I might ride up
Wednesday evening for the night.  He seemed thrilled that I might want
to. Master Jim walked me to the garage, hugged and kissed me goodbye.

"You really gonna' come up Wednesday, Love?"

"You don't want me to?" I looked hurt.

"Are you kidding?  I can't speak for Jeb but I know one old man that would
piss his pants he'd be so happy."

"Promise you won't waste it, Master Ox."  He threw back his head in
laughter.

"You didn't learn anything from that whipping of Beryl's."

"I'd settle for a big hug from my animal."

"You may have it, slave, from my heart; ride safe and give us a call.  Let
us know how you're doing.  Oh fuck it, Beau, you know I love you and it's
unconditional. Take my love with you, be a good slave and be a better man.
Remember me to Earl, my clansman brother, give him my best, and of course,
that will be you. You've become the best of me which only makes me a better
man. No two good men ever deserved each other more then you and Earl.  I
don't fear the future. I awoke last night with you in my arms and knew our
love will survive.  What I'm trying to say is, I know how empathetic your
heart can be and not to worry about me.  Your love is safe with me."

"I'll try Master Ox.  I love you, too You wouldn't respect me if didn't
honor my commitment and I do love Master Earl with all my heart.  My offer
still stands to buy you a slave for a toy.  I can't thank you enough for
the weekend even though my poor ass is a mess."  I winced.  We both
laughed.

It was sure different leaving my giant than it had been the first weekend I
left.  He gave up fighting against love and I was glad.  I was happy for
him as well as me.  I felt so much more comfortable entering training with
this development in our relationship. I hoped slave training was going to
be something I would have fond memories of for the rest of my life. I was
glad that my giant was going to be a part of those memories.

I got to work early and no sooner turned the corner than the flashing
lights of a police bike pulled me over. Guess who? I wanted to climb off my
bike and jump his bones.  He was on his way to work and stopped for a
minute to ask about my weekend.

"I certainly hope you pulled me over to arrest me, Officer."

"Well, I should throw your pretty ass in jail for stealing my heart;
however, if you promise to return it to my place this evening and submit to
my punishment, I think we could forego a blot on your record."

"I can't give it back, Master.  It's permanently locked inside my heart but
I'll gladly give you both for safe keeping."

"Two for one?  Sounds like a bargain to me. Seems like it's been a month
since I've made love to my slave." he said.

"Oh, hell, Master, I'm sure it's been longer than that." I told him I was
now a full member of Clan Mc Innis and relayed Master Beryl's message. I
told him about my ass and I thought he was gonna' fall off his bike
laughing.

"So, you are not only to be my slave, you are now my clansman brother in
the founder's circle.  I wonder, when I buy you if that will make me privy
to the inner circle by bond?"  He laughed.

"The way Big Beryl and Blaine talk about you, you already are, Master Earl.
They think the world of you."

"I love them, too. They've been rocks to me when I needed someplace to
escape.  They allow me to be by myself and never push.  I'm always welcome
to join in but never forced or expected to.  It's always my choice.
They're two wonderful men and I care for them very much.  I'm glad you met
them." We waved as Sam pulled in the lot.  He smiled real big, parked, and
headed over to us to say 'hello.'

"Earl! Beau!" Sam shook hands with Earl. "Earl you look good. No, hell, you
look great!  I'd say you're a Master that has found yourself a worthy
slave."

"You're right my good friend and how is Yoshie?"

"He's just finishing up Med school at U.S.C. and will enter internship at
Queen of Angles in about six months."

"You must be very proud of him. I'm happy for the both of you. I'd like to
get together with the two of you before much longer if you guys can come
some weekend for food and pool.  Beau is going to be with me the next two
weekends before he enters training.  Let us know, I'd love for Beau to meet
Yoshie."

"What about this weekend? Say, Sunday around noon?" Sam inquired.

"Great, we'll count on it.  Really good to see you again Sam and thanks for
your help with my new boy here."

"It's not just for you. We're pretty fond of the lad ourselves.  We're glad
you'll allow him to work after training. We don't want to lose him. See 'ya
Sunday noon." Sam waved goodbye and walked back toward the lot.

"My best to Yoshie, Sam." Master Earl said as he waved goodbye.

"I've gotta' run, Son. Have a good day and come on up after work.  I'll be
waiting. I'll grab us some takeout.  Love you!"

"I'm so glad you stopped to say, 'hello'. See you around five thirty or
six. I need to check my mail and feed puss. Greg has been feeding her all
weekend.  I love you, too, Master and can't wait 'til this evening.  Your
slave is hungry and craves what only you can feed him."  We both laughed as
he rode away.  I watched with a lump in my throat. I didn't have to take
him his heart.  He just rode away with both.  I rode in, parked my bike and
headed for the office.  Sam handed me the assignment sheets and told me for
the next two weeks they would be my responsibility but dad would help me
until I got off the ground as new foreman.  I thought they were going to
wait until I got back but this made sense. They may as well start breaking
me in.

"I guess Jeb told you I got you four months leave of absence without pay
but your new job will be held until then."

"Master Sam, I can't thank you enough." and added "That's the last time
today I'll call you that but I felt like you deserved the respect from me;
certainly the appreciation.  I owe you a lot."

"Nonsense, Beau, glad to do it.  You're family now.  You'll understand what
I mean a little later."

"Well I was inducted into a clan family over the weekend and became an
immediate family member of the clan leader's circle."

"Did you take all fourteen inches of that horny old goat?"  He fell out
laughing.

"I'm not ashamed or bragging, but yes, Master Sam, I did." Sam whistled.

"You've got my respect, Kid."  He said chuckling.

"Big Beryl's slave is the officer I carried on my back almost forty miles
in Nam. Their friend, Breed, that abused Yoshie, was a grunt whom I
shoveled his guts back into his belly and saved his life. Nothing was said,
don't worry.  They're very protective of Yoshie.  So am I.  Beryl and
Blaine sent a message to you for Yoshie.  They love him and are thrilled
that he's happy, owned by a good Master, and doing well.  Not to feel bad
about not contacting them and don't contact them for his sake.  They wanted
him to know they're proud they helped him get away."

"They're good men.  Yoshie speaks of them often and has pangs of regret he
hasn't felt safe enough to get in touch but that will change in time.  So,
young, pretty slave, how's your ass this morning?"

"Oh, God, Sam!  It's shredded!"  Sam fell over his desk laughing.

"I've known that old man for years. Use to ride with him and Blaine. They
don't know who bought Yoshie.  They don't know it's someone they know well.
I haven't been in touch with them since I bought Yoshie.  Thought it best
not to."

"I agree.  They still don't know.  I just mentioned I had knowledge of
Yoshie and that his Master was my boss.  They asked if I'd relay a
message."

"I'll certainly tell him.  He'll be thrilled to have word from them. He
loves them very much.  By the way, did you say anything to Jake about
promotions?"

"No Sir.  Didn't think it was my place to."

"I had a feeling you wouldn't.  No hell, I knew you wouldn't. Then it'll be
a good surprise for him this morning." Sam no sooner got that out than dad
walked in the shop with a big smile on his face.  Dad walked in Sam's
office and patted me on the butt.

"How's my kid this morning?  Howdy Boss."

"Hey, Dad, good to see you.  You look bright eyed and bushy tailed."

"Don't know 'bout the bright eyes but I sure as hell got a bushy tail." We
laughed.  Sam then announced his new promotion and the plan until I got
back from four months leave of absence.  Dad was stunned for both of us.
He didn't know who he was happier for him or me. We hugged each other and
he patted me a little lower on the butt to see if I was wearing my plug.

Sam saw him and blew him away.

"It's there Jake, I've already checked." Dad started giggling like a kid
that got caught with his hand in the candy jar.  Sam went on, "Just be
careful with it today.  The kid had his ass shredded over the weekend.  He
became a new member of a biker clan and that's part of their initiation.
Oh and by the way, next time, make sure your boot print is facing the right
way, okay?"  Sam, walked away chuckling to himself.

Dad looked at me quizzically and I shrugged like I had no idea. Before work
started dad and I gathered all the mechanics together. Sam announced the
promotions and the new job assignments.  I was to become the shop foreman
effective immediately and dad was to take over Sam's job.  There were some
of the mechanics that were happy about it but there are always those that
grumble, like Tom.

He had seniority over me and was pissed I was promoted over him. Tough
shit.  I wasn't going to do his work for him like dad did for several
years.  Either he pulls his load or he's out the door. I was working in my
bay as the morning was not too busy and nobody seemed to need my help.  Dad
came around and wanted to know how I was doing.

"Work wise or personal wise, Dad?"

"Both."

"Work wise, you know I can handle it, just like I know you'll be great at
Sam's job.  Personally, if you're worried. I still love you as much as
ever. You're my Dad. You always will be and by the way, old man, your boy
is really proud of his dad and his promotion."

"I'm proud of you, too, Son, I know damn well you can handle the foreman
job. After all, look who taught you. What I really wanted to hear was the
second part.  You know I love you, too, and that's all I want is to be your
dad.  The other's too complicated for me right now but when your dad snaps
his fingers, you damn well better do as your old man says."

"You old fart, you know I wouldn't have it any other way.  As long as when
you snap those fingers you point to your boots afterward." We both had a
good laugh then I continued, "Now, I have Tuesday and Thursday afternoon
after work this week. My place, for a beer?  Maybe, a nice father/son sit
down and explain to your kid about the birds and bees?  The very kinky
version banned in the bible belt.  You may have one or both afternoons. For
me, the sooner the better.  I've missed my old man and could use another
one of his grand openings."

"Grand openings?" He said laughing.

"Yes, Sir. You know I'd hire a brass band and charge admission if you'd let
me.  Fireworks and the whole Mc Gilla!"  He was holding his gut he was
laughing so hard.

"Can I have both afternoons?"

"Sure."

"By tomorrow afternoon I should be ready to fight your cat for it's
scratching post."

"Your boy will be proud to scratch that itch for 'ya, Dad."

Dad walked away laughing.  I knew he'd be back.  I went to work and the
time flew.  My ass felt so damn good every time I hit the creeper to crawl
under the truck I was working on.  I stopped a couple of times and thought
of the old man and my Bro in the desert and knew they were thinking about
me, too. Dad and I had a great lunch together.

He took my bike to Lee's kitchen and got us Chinese take out.  We got
enough for Sam and shared with him.  He was delightfully surprised and
seemed to enjoy our company.  Dad surprised me as to how open he was around
Sam joking with me.  I played it cool because I didn't know how much he
knew about Sam and kept kicking him gently behind Sam's desk.

Sam was a good sport but didn't give dad much to go on.  Dad never ask me
if I knew anything and Sam sensed I was faithful to his position.  The man
was too damn good to me to do otherwise. The end of the day came quicker
than I thought it would.  Now, to see my Master.  I rushed to the apartment
and puss was sitting on Greg's front porch and looked at me like, 'Thought
you'd left town?' She moseyed over and decided to come in.  I petted her
for a minute and ask how she'd like to live with Greg?  She had no comment.

No mail worth reading so I jumped on the bike and headed for Officer Earl
D. Shaw's house.  The door was open for me as I rode up and parked my
Bike. My Master walked out still in his uniform. I hoped it was for my
benefit. It's the first time he'd kept it on since the first time I came to
his house.

My Master, the Cop, and did he look handsome in his uniform? His eyes are
the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen on a man. I still had my dirty
coveralls on and asked if I could take them off there in the car port.  He
took them and threw them in his washer and started it.  He noticed I wasn't
wearing my harness then caught sight of my ass and started laughing.

"Why does everyone laugh at me when they see my ass?"

"They aren't laughing at you. They're laughing with you and your ability to
accept the right of passage. We've all been there onetime in some way or
another. Come on, pretty slave, in the house with you." We walked into the
kitchen and I fell to my knees to kiss his wonderful boots.  I saw his hand
come down and I kissed it lovingly then put it to my forehead.

"Come, my good looking slave, and show your hungry Master your love."  I
rose and began to kiss him gently and he took over from there.  Wow, he
wasn't kidding, he was hungry.

"Master, may I clean your boots for dessert?"

"Sure, that's why I kept my uniform on, for you. You may as well get use to
it. It'll be one of your permanent jobs." I thought to myself, 'I can live
with that. I wonder if he thinks that's gonna' be hard for me to adjust
too.  Woo hoo! Never been to Africa but have I got gnu's for him.' I helped
him dish up dinner.  He stopped and bought great Italian food and I pigged
out.  We talked about my weekend and his.  I told him everything and the
more his listened the stranger the look on his face.

"Should I not have told you these things, Master?"

"Oh, God, yes, Beau.  I'm sitting here stunned at what's been happening to
you. What I've witnessed happen between us.  I seems like someone,
somewhere has a plan.  I'm not even going to try to guess who or what.  All
I know is, they dropped us in each other's lap. I love you and want to make
you my slave for life."

"The commitments I've made to you were from my heart, Master. They're the
most powerful feelings I've ever had for anyone and they're still strong.
Stronger now than ever. I would accept your claim at this moment. You only
have to ask."

"I know, slave, it will come to be. We must have faith. Is there someone
you will be leaving behind?"  I was silent for a long time.

"I'm not good at long speeches, Master, I can't help but love many people.
I'm like everyone else.  Some I love more than others.  I don't think you
want me to rate the amount of love I have for any one person. This isn't a
shuffle to hide my feelings so if I'm totally honest with you, remember,
you asked me to be.

Yes, there's one man, my giant, Big Jim. I love him and when I'm with him I
serve him as my Master. Not only am I expected to because I'm a slave and
he is to be one of my training Master's but because I care about him.  I
feel the same about Master Jeb and served him this past weekend as well. I
also care deeply about Master Jeb and would go to the wall for him but my
feelings of love for Master Jim are special.  If circumstances had been
different and I had not met you then I might have become his slave;
however, the opportunity didn't present itself.

Master Jim nor Master Jeb has asked me for a commitment; however, I know
they both love me.  You're the only person I love who has ever asked a
commitment from me. Last weekend while I was here I offered you the total
'Beau' package complete with medals. I'd never retract that offer.

You're the only Master that I'll love enough to make that commitment.  The
commitment to become your complete and total slave. I'll gladly, humbly and
gratefully sign your contract without clause. All that and you all ready
have my heart. You rode away with both of 'em this morning. I feel safer
with you keeping them anyway."

"I'll always keep your heart safe with me, slave. Thanks for being
honest. I always want you to be honest with me and so far you have been
disarmingly honest. Big Jim is my brother. I won't ask you to leave him,
Jeb or your dad behind.  Wes had to return 'home' to the nest to serve Jeb
from time to time. I could tell when he needed Jeb.

Most of the time I dropped him off or Jeb picked him up for a weekend when
I had something to do that I couldn't include him. He was always more
mellow and focused when he returned from being with Jeb and Jim. He was
more affectionate and appreciative of our relationship. I never pressed him
about the details of his weekend."

"He needed them separate from me from time to time and I didn't need to be
a part of that.  So, it will be with you. From time to time I may have to
leave you with another Master.  I know you're perfectly capable of taking
care of yourself but that's not the way I do things. I certainly trust you
to stay here by yourself, this will become your home, but if you become my
slave you're my responsibility. I would never leave a pet unattended and I
won't leave my slave alone and uncared for.  My first choice, even before
this conversation, would be Big Jim and Jeb or perhaps, Beryl and
Blaine. My point is, if I leave you, as my slave, in their care, I fully
expect you to serve them and serve them well.  Your service to them and how
well you serve them is a reflection on your Master.  Is that clear to you
or do you need further information?"

"No, Sir, Master, that's very clear. You will be obeyed. I'll always strive
to make you proud of me." I said with respect.

"Glad to hear that, slave, now, kiss your Master." He kissed me more
passionately than he ever had and I could feel the love pass between us
like two computers might negotiate a baud rate.

"I plan to invite Big Jim and Jeb to join us with Sam and Yoshie next
Sunday afternoon.  Do you have any thoughts about that?"

"That would be wonderful. I would love to see them and I know they both
think the world of you.  You should have heard Master Jim singing your
praises to Big Beryl and Blaine.  He's one of your major fans and told me
only this morning to be the best man I could be and a better slave to you,
his brother."

"Good, then I'll invite them as planned.  I'd enjoy their company as well."
We had cleaned up the dining area and I was hungry for dessert.  I kept
sneaking a look at his boots every time I didn't think he was looking.
God, he was a good looking man.  How did I deserve this? Don't ever ask
yourself that question again. He has found you fair and worthy to serve
him, do so with pride.

"Are you ready for your dessert, slave?"

"Yes Master, please."

"Let's go down to the Dungeon and use my chair.  I get the feeling my slave
may be a bit hungry and this may be a long feeding."

"Thank you for thinking of your slave, Master."

"Nonsense, I get to relax after a hard day on that bike.  Kick back and
watch one of the most handsome slaves I've ever laid eyes on, who will
eventually become my property, service and make love to my big boots.  When
I wear them tomorrow I'll walk a little prouder knowing they were cleaned
by the tongue of the man-slave I love." It was indeed a feast any slave
would have reveled in. When he was pleased with my efforts we returned to
his bedroom. He removed my plug then sent me to the showers.  I returned to
find my Master laying on the bed reading with nothing on his big, hard
body. I stood for a moment looking at him as I finished toweling myself. I
didn't need a voice within me to remind me of my commitment.  That picture
will be permanently etched on my subconscious as a strong reminder why I
made that commitment. To say nothing of the lingering taste of cop boots on
my tongue.

That night my future owner made hungry, demanding love to his slave. He
took me harder than he ever had before almost knowing I needed him to
confirm his right to take his slave in a demanding manner. Once again I
rode the Cadillac of fucks. As savage an animal fuck as my giant could be
Master Earl was the most comfortable but demanding fucks of my life.

I never had any doubt when riding the Cadillac that I would bring him to
the top of the hill but I would get mine just before the top to make his
all the more pleasurable. He fucked me like a well oiled road machine that
never hit a bump.

I swear he even came equipped with automatic shift. He was so smooth you'd
all of a sudden realize you'd gone from a deep steady ride to overdrive to
climb the hill and never realize when the shift occurred. We finished and
lay hooked together for a while enjoying the afterglow, talking quietly.

I withdrew, cleaned my Master, then went to the bath to finish cleaning
myself.  He got into the shower and I lay across the bed on my stomach. I
heard him return but didn't turn to see him finish toweling himself. I felt
him crawl up behind me and leaned over to kiss my stripes.

"I'm going to leave your plug out tonight in case I want to take you again
in the night.  I'm going to get something to put on your ass.  It's still a
bit raw.  I'll have to admit Beryl did a great job.  Turns me on."  He
returned and rubbed something gently on my butt.  He was caring and his
hands communicated an almost mystic desire to take my pain away.

I don't know what ointment he used or whether it was his hands but most of
the pain went away.  He takes good care of me, I thought. I was content. I
lay in his big arms my head resting on his rock hard chest thanking him for
fucking his slave so wonderfully and being generous enough to let his slave
come with him.

I told him how much I appreciated him caring for me. I thanked him for
allowing me to clean and service his boots. We talked quietly for a while
and he asked me if I could return the next evening that he'd love to have
me stay with him as much as I could until training.

"I left Tuesday and Thursday open for Dad.  If you don't mind me coming
over after having him over for a beer. That's not sealed in stone as I
never know dad's schedule. Now that I'm shop foreman, I may have to work
late if one of the guys gets behind and we have to get the work out.  More
money, more responsibility."


"I don't mind.  You've come over before after seeing your dad. Kind of
turns me on if you wanna' know the truth."

"Wednesday, I promised Master Jeb I'd run up for an evening as I won't get
another chance to see him and Master Jim for sometime. I planned to devote
the final week to you, Master."

"Sounds good to me, I'm getting use to rolling over and pulling you close
to me."

"Me too, Master, Me, too."

"I have something to tell you, slave. You stayed with me last Thursday
night and the next night I tried to go to sleep.  Your body scent was on
the sheets and kept making me horny.  I thought, 'Well, I'll jack off and
then I'll go to sleep.' I ended up wacking off three times and still had an
erection from your scent.  Drove me nuts.  I had to get up and change the
damn sheets on the bed so I could get to sleep."  He roared with laughter
at himself. "So, you see little one, this old man's got it bad. I can't
imagine a future without owning you and sharing my bed with my handsome
man-slave."

"Master Sam said I had terminal case of the Master/slave love sickness. He
said there was no cure and I was exhibiting final stages of the disease."

"He did, huh? Do you think we could both have it? " Master asked.

"Well, I'm not a doctor but we both seem to have the symptoms."

"I've heard there's a cure."

"What is it, Master?"

"The Master has to make a claim for the slave and the slave has to
acknowledge his claim then they'll both live."

"Save me Master and your slave will save you."

"We will, my love, we will.  The only way to beat this disease is to give
into it."

I drifted off to sleep in his arms and woke once to turn over with my back
to him.  In his sleep he moved with me as if choreographed and pulled me in
closer to him. I didn't try to get away. After all, I was becoming his
property.  Master Jeb was so right. I was giving up a prison, bondage of my
own making for the freedom of my Master's arms. A conundrum? Not in the
least. Kristofferson learned something at Oxford or maybe from the sometime
hard found truths of life; when relationships go bad the strength of the
original bond might leave you, "Longing for the freedom of my chains."



Part II ~ Big Badass Bossman Beau

"Take this job and shove it!  I ain't workin' here no more!"  Johnny
Paycheck

The next day was a mad house at work.  Sam and Jake negotiated a new
contract with two large companies to service their trucks and the volume of
work skyrocketed.  What do line workers do when they are threatened by the
work load?  They slow down production. The slowest of all was Tom.

I could see by about three o'clock he wasn't going to finish the simplest
of jobs.  At four thirty he hadn't finished and started to put his tools
away.  That would mean I'd have to stay and finish his job if he left.

"Tom, why are you putting your tools away?"

"It's four-thirty, I'm going home."

"Did you finish the job I gave you this morning?"

"No, I'll finish it tomorrow."

"Don't think so, Tom. Sam promised this truck today.  They want it first
thing in the morning. You're gonna' have to stay and finish. I'll stay and
help you get it out."

"Well, there's no sense of us both staying so you finish it, golden boy!"

"I'm not gonna' pick up after you like Jake did, Tom.  You either do your
work or look for another job.  Simple as that."

"You don't have the authority to fire me, gay boy.  So, if you want the
truck finished, I guess you'll have to do it yourself.  I'm going home.
See you tomorrow, sweetie."

"You want your last check now, you sniveling little bastard, or do you want
to pick it up in the morning?"  I said quietly.

"Blow it out your ass, queer!"


It took Jake, Sam, and two of the other mechanics to pull me off of him. I
had tackled him mid drift, put a knee in his gut, was siting on top
pounding his stupid face.  Two black eyes and at least one broken
rib. Broke his nose and blood was everywhere.  Scared the little cunt to
death. I was going for his balls when they pulled me off. Surprisingly, I
remained cool, calm, and collected. I'm the most dangerous when I'm
focused.

I related to Jake and Sam he hadn't finished his assignment. I offered to
stay and give him a hand. He absolutely refused, told me to finish it
myself if I wanted it done, then called me golden boy, gay boy and queer. I
wouldn't tolerate such disrespect from anybody let alone him.  I would quit
on the spot if he wasn't fired immediately. Tom was yelling and screaming
at me holding his nose.

"You fucking homo, you better not lay another hand on me."

Sam winked at me then turned to Tom.

"You've got today on the books.  I can have your check in ten minutes or
you can pick it up when you get your tools out of here tomorrow
morning. Either way, if they aren't out by noon I'll personally put them on
the street, Tom."

"Fuck you, son's of bitches!  I don't want to work here anymore anyway."

"Tom, you never worked here.  You collected a paycheck. I pulled your ass
for three fucking years.  Beau's not gonna' do that and I don't blame him.
Now he has to stay and do your work.  Fuck you, you little creep, get the
hell out of here. This man could have killed you. You have no idea how
lucky you are. He's an expert in hand to hand combat you idiot."  Dad was
right in his face expressing three years of frustration. As Tom spun on his
heel to walk away I hit him with a killer.

"By the way, Tom, I ran into you ex, Stan, he told me that not only were
you a thief you were a lousy fuck!" Tom shot me the finger. Sam, Dad, me
and three other mechanics were laughing our butts off. I apologized to Sam,
dad and the other mechanics. They all patted me on the back and said they
were glad to see him go.  Every man in the shop had to bail him out one
time or another. Sam got me off to the side to talk to me alone.

"Would you have really quit, Beau?"  Sam asked sheepishly.

"I wouldn't have wanted too, but I would have. I'll never allow any man to
talk to me that way. I offered to stay and help him finish.  I respect
others and I don't think it's unreasonable to demand at least a modicum of
respect from them. That goes for Masters and slaves, Sam.  I respect both
and I expect a certain amount of respect for myself.  I've met a number of
Masters and slaves in the family but never felt the disrespect that man
just showed me.

That doesn't mean I won't humble myself to any Master. I'll submit to their
will and show 'em the respect they're due but I've yet to find a Master
that didn't honor and respect his slave.  Look at what Breed did to Yoshie.
That certainly was not showing him the respect he deserved even as a
human. Hell Sam, I wouldn't even tell my cat she was a bastard 'cause
nobody knows who her father was."

"I agree with you, Son, you don't have to convert me.  You're right!  I'm
glad you stood up to him. Jake wouldn't.  He'd rather do Tommy's work than
confront him.  He wasn't afraid of Tom, he just doesn't like
confrontations. Damn, Son, all the testosterone being pumped in your little
butt is turning you into a fearless tiger.  Way to go, Beau! Been wanting
to get rid of that little bastard for two years. I've tried to get Jake to
fire him for the last year and a half."

"Well, Sam, I'm sorry, if I still have a job I'll stay and get the truck
done."

"Of course you still have a job.  Besides, if I lost you, your dad would go
to pieces.  Couldn't have that , now could we?" Sam laughed.

"Sam, would you do me a favor and call my Master and tell him I have to
work late. You need the number?"

"No, I have it. I'll be glad to give him a call."

"Thanks, I'd appreciate it."

"No problem, Kid. By the way, loved the nose job you did on that sissy."
Sam walked away laughing.  I rolled my tools over to Tom's bay and started
work on the truck. All the other mechanics left. Dad came over and started
helping me.

"Dad, you don't have to stay, I can get it done."

"I'm your dad, right?"

"Right."

"Shut a' yu mouth, Cara mio!"

"I got the best fucking dad in the world and I do mean the best
fucking...!" Thought the old man was gonna' come unglued he was laughing so
hard.  I enjoy working with dad.  We knocked that truck out in an hour was
at my place with a big Italian salami up my butt in nothing flat.  Fucking
Tommy!  Calling me a Queer!  Is it queer to play catcher for your old man?
Where does that fucking fairy get off calling me a "homo"?  I like to think
of myself as heterosexually challenged.

Consider Big Beryl.  He's certainly heterosexually challenged.  There's not
a broad that can take him. Tommy could only wish he got the dick I've had
in the last month and a half. I'd like to see him take on Big Beryl. He
wouldn't even have room for my dad. That's one job the old man would make
damn sure he finished. Hope some man like Beryl gets him and he wakes up
some morning in Mexico with a real cunt.

Master Earl was surprised to see me so soon.  He left the door open. I went
in and again found him in uniform; a sight for the sorest of eyes.  I again
fell to my knees and kissed his magnificent boots.

"Rise my fearless slave and show your Master love."  Sam told him about my
altercation with Tom. I hoped he wouldn't be disappointed with me.

"I guess Sam told you, huh, Master?"

"Yes, Son, he did."  He laughed a little.

"Are you disappointed with me, Master?"

"Sam sure as hell wasn't!  He couldn't stop laughing.  Could barely get it
out over the phone.  He was so proud of you.  Said he'd been pushing your
Dad to get rid of Tom for two years.  First day your foreman, Bamm, Tom's
out the door.  Said he couldn't have picked a better man for the job.  I
guess I'm just a little proud of you to, Squirt."

"Well, I'm not real proud of myself, Master.  The fucking little hypocrite
had it coming.  I know his ex, Stan, and talked to him many times. Tom
called me a queer.  I don't think it's queer to love your Master."

"Especially, if your Master tells you it ain't." Master said.

"Then it ain't."  I replied laughing.

"Aww, forget it!  I'll take you to the dungeon after dinner and spank your
butt if it'll make you feel better."

"It just might, Master."  I said with a small grin on my face.

"Be my pleasure, Son, then Sunday I can tell Sam I properly punished you
for fighting."

"Thank you, Master, could we skip dinner?"  He roared with laughter. "You
break me up, Beau.  I haven't laughed like I do with you in years.  Thanks,
Kid."

"Aw shucks, Master, ain't nothin.'"

"It is to me, Kid, it is to me."




Part III ~ Music Of The Night

"Softly! Gently! You can hear it call you....."  Andrew Lloyd Webber

Tom got his tools and his final paycheck before noon the next day. He
threatened to sue for his broken nose.  Sam told him if he did he'd give me
his address. Tom turned ghost white and left. The week flew by.  I spent
Wednesday night on Mt. Washington. I went by the apartment to feed puss,
then rode up to Mt. Washington.  The giant was sitting on the front porch
having a beer.  Master Jeb was out doing some shopping.  He planned to cook
for us that evening.  Master Ox followed me to his room and ordered me to
get my clothes off.  He was kind enough to help.  When they were off he
grabbed me around my waist, pulled me to him and kissed me gently and
lovingly.

"It's damn good to see you love.  You feel so good I'm gonna' tell Jeb to
cancel dinner.  The giant's gonna' have you for a snack."

"Please, Master Giant, I still have two magic beans. I could buy you a
boy-toy to play with but on second thought, I don't think I want to share
you with some inexperienced slave that wouldn't serve you right. I'd
constantly be having to show him again how to do it right."

"Good boy!  When you're serviced by the best you don't want to compromise.
By the way, Jeb and I have been invited to a pool and food party at your
future Master's Sunday afternoon."

"Are you all right with that, Master Jim?"

"Sure!  A chance to see you again. Of course, I'm all right with it.  I may
be an animal but I can be a gentleman animal.  Earl is my brother and I
won't have a problem seeing you two together.  If I did, I'd lose what bond
I have with you.  Think I'm gonna' take a chance on that?  Hardly! If I
made a jealous fool of myself and, God forbid, anything happened to Earl,
do you think you would ever consider having love for me?  Not likely!"

"I hadn't thought of it that way, Master. I know I'd love to have you and
Master Jeb over.  It just seems right, somehow."

"Then count on us.  I think Jeb has all ready accepted for us."

Master Jeb cooked grilled chicken and it was great.  We had a nice pleasant
meal, laughing, while filling in Master Jeb about the weekend in the
desert.  Master Jeb took particular delight at my relating the story of
Master Beryl teaching me to fuck a cunt. They asked me to relate my first
day as new foreman for the shop.

I related the story as if I was embarrassed at my own lack of control. They
were both supportive. They heard not only from Master Earl but Sam called
them as well. Master Ox and I retired early to his bedroom and I got fucked
by my animal.  Afterwards, I related the things that Master Earl had said
to me about leaving me with him and Master Jeb when he needed to.

"I'm not surprised.  Earl knows we would take good care of his property and
not abuse it."  He smiled a funny pleased smile. It was a pleasant
evening. The rest of the week went fast.  Dad couldn't stop by Thursday and
I had to work late Friday evening to help one of the newer mechanics with a
truck.  He worked his ass off all day but it was too much work for one man
to get out in one day. Once again Sam promised the truck for Monday morning
and I didn't want to work on the weekend.  It only took us about an hour
and a half.

 I locked up the shop and headed for my future owner's home.  I began to be
consumed by the idea of becoming another man's property. To be owned by
another man. If it's done with love and a need to serve what greater bond
could there be? Master Earl was still in uniform when I got there.  I could
get use to seeing him in uniform. I kissed his boots and his hand.  I put
it to my forehead and held it there.  He didn't respond right away.
Instead he put his other hand on my head and gently rubbed the top.

"Come up here, slave and show your Master love."  I rose slowly still
holding his hand and stood in front of him with my head bowed. I took his
hand and rubbed it gently across my cheek and then kissed the back of it
again. He rested both arms on my shoulders and looked deeply into my eyes.

"What are we to do with you, slave? You can sometime disarm me with the
simplest of gestures. I ask you to show me love and you show me more love
with one movement of my hand than a thousand kisses could convey. You have
taught me to love again, Beau, and you subtly issue assurance that I have
nothing to fear.  I'm looking forward to a wonderful weekend with my slave
to be."

"I don't know what I've done special except try to show you how I feel.
Shall I follow it with a thousand kisses, Master?" I smiled at him

"On my boots, perhaps, after dinner." He said smiling back.

"Gladly, Master." Before we had dinner, Master Earl brought out a small
gift wrapped box.  We sat down at the table. "Open it, Son.  It's something
new for you to wear that's all your own."  I had no idea what it might be.
I unwrapped the box and slowly opened.  I undid the tissue that the present
was wrapped in and saw in the box the most beautiful dog collar with small
spikes and rows of diamond studs three deep around it. It had a small metal
engraved pet ID tag. It read: "BEAU" "Property of Master Earl D. Shaw"
"2332 Mc Clellan Lane, Silverlake, L.A., Calif." I was thrilled. I jumped
up and threw my arms around his neck and kissed him.

"May I wear it now, Master?  It's so beautiful."

"Of course. I even happen to have a lock for it in my back pocket."  Master
Earl fit it around my neck, placed his lock through the 'D' ring a locked
it. He put his finger underneath to make sure it was snug but not too
tight.  It fit perfectly.  I fell to my knees and kissed his boots again to
thank him.

Some people just get engagement rings, I got my own dog collar. Fuck
engagement rings, I'll take the collar any day. Master Jeb was right.  A
slave collar makes a statement.  He went to the bedroom and returned with
his heavy leather leash.  I knelt in front of him and he snapped it to the
'D' ring in the front.  I felt fully dressed even though I had no clothes
on except my plug.  We finished dinner and I helped clean everything. Then
my Master grabbed my leash and gently pulled me to him and hugged me.

"It's nice to have you around, Son, I'm sure getting use to it.  We're
gonna' do something a little different tonight.  Let's go to the bedroom
and you can help me off with my boots, make a little love to 'em, I'll take
your plug out, your collar off, you can get in the shower and do your
thing.  Then while you're doing that I'll make us a couple of drinks.
We'll sit in the spa for a while and relax. Would you like that?  I think
both of us have had a full week and I can't imagine anything nicer than
relaxing in the hot tub with my slave in my arms."

I cleaned his boots good for him and when he was pleased I pulled one up
between my legs and held on. He gently put his other boot on my ass and
pushed.  It began to slide of and then came off easily. I heard him laugh
as I held his boot to my face to smell them. I helped him off with the
other and held that to my nose as well. He didn't hurry me.  He just smiled
as he enjoyed watching me enjoy his boots.

"After you've worn these all day Master Earl they smell good enough to make
a slave-boy want to hump a door knob."

"I don't think that will be necessary, Son.  I think Officer Masters will
be able to scratch that itch for you a little later, and don't play with
yourself in the shower, understand?"

"I'll obey, Master, I won't."

"Let's get you unplugged.  Lay across my knees here." I lay across his
knees and he took a towel and popped my plug out.

"Kneel here in front of me."  I did and he unlocked my collar, removed it
and laid it on the bed.

"I'll meet you on the deck by the spa."

"Master?"

"Yes, slave."

"Thank you."  He hugged me in a big bear hug and kissed me behind my ear.

"Clean yourself well slave, your Master may want to use you a couple of
times this evening.  He's feeling like taking care of his slave-boy's itch.
For that you have to sometime fuck him hard and deep several times to get
at the really deepest itch. I may even strap you in the sling.  An hour or
two in my sling should take care of it."  I went to shower and he left for
the kitchen.  I met him at the spa a little later.  It was a beautiful
night.  We eased into the hot bubbling water and became somewhat use to it.
He turned the bubbles off and we just relaxed in the warm water.  He looked
at me and smiled.

"I'm not gonna' buy a slave that doesn't want to lay in his Master's arms
and let him pet his boy."  I moved to his arms immediately as he laughed.
"There, that's better!"  As he moved some hair off my forehead.

"We're gonna' have to get that cut a little shorter tomorrow!"

"Yes, Sir, do you have a barber around the area."

"Sort of, Allen and Dirk want to stop by tomorrow afternoon to meet you and
I have a pair of clippers.  Allen is an accomplished barber and hair
stylist.  He gives me my flat tops.  Best I've ever had." We lay together
in the spa looking at the sky and listening to the stereo from the house.
He had on a classical station and they were playing an American work.  He
was listening as well.

"I know this piece but don't know the name or composer." he said.
"Hovaness.  Mysterious Mountain."  I said quietly.


"How do you know that?  Are you sure?"  About that time the piece finished
and the announcer stated, "We have just heard the Seattle Symphony
performing Alan Hovaness's Mysterious Mountain."

"Okay, I should have known better, my fault.  If it comes out of your mouth
it's the truth because you know it.  If you don't know it you don't say
anything."  Then he laughed and added, "Once again you've blown me away,
slave.  Not only will I have the finest looking slave in LA, I will have
one of the brightest.  How far did you go in school, Son?"

"Master of Fine Arts, Sir."

"Hell, no wonder you know classical music.  What's this piece playing now?"
I listened for a moment, "Another American neo-romantic tone poem, John
Alden Carpenter's "Adventures in a Perambulator."

"Now you're yanking my chain, slave."

"No, Sir, I'm not.  I wouldn't do that.  I remarked to Master Jim this past
weekend that everyone keeps telling me to trust them. When is someone going
to start trusting me."

"What did Jim reply?"

"He thought for a long minute and told me I had a damn good point. He said
if I could trust him to be my Master for training, I had given him no
reason not to trust me, then he should trust me to be his slave. Unless I
needed correcting and then that would be handled at that time."

"Didn't I tell you to listen to him?  Learn from him?"

"Yes, Master Earl."

"He was right because he recognized you were right and didn't just try to
buffalo you with bull shit.  A good Master will understand that sometime
his slave will have a good point and be right. A good Master will
understand he doesn't have to be right all the time. He must have the
wisdom to admit, not necessarily that he's wrong, but there may be a better
way he hasn't considered.  I can learn something from my clansman Jim as
well.  He's right. You've never given me any reason to doubt that you want
to become my total slave and I should trust you."

He no sooner said that than the music stopped and the announcer said, "You
have just heard American Composer John Alden Carpenter's delightful
"Adventures in a Perambulator." My Master was silent for a long time and
rubbed his hand over my chest, tweaked each tit gently, then ran his big
hand down my stomach to gently grab my cock and balls.  He just held them
for a few minutes.

Then he brushed his bushy black moustache around my cheek and whispered in
my ear, "I'm sorry slave. I once stood in that upstairs bedroom and yelled
at a little man I came to love very much that he would absolutely obey my
order to trust me. I know I won't ever have to do that with you and you
shouldn't have to remind me to trust you.  We are blessed you have a good
training Master like Master Jim.  You have my complete trust until you give
me reason to think otherwise.  I don't think you ever will. That little
demonstration impressed the shit out a' me. Well, good slave.  Are you
parboiled enough?"

"I think so, Master."

"Good, then let's get out and pull our leathers on and go play for a while
in the black pit.  I think my slave needs his Master to use him for a while
tonight."

"Trust your slave, Master, he needs it bad.  I would be so grateful if you
used me for your needs this evening.  I will do my best to serve you,
Officer Masters."

"I have no doubt about that, slave, I trust you."

Officer Master secured me in the sling and took me with one hard swift
stroke, deep into me.  I'm never quite ready for any Master to take me that
way and that, in and of itself, is the purpose.  It keeps a slave enough
off center to never question his necessity to serve the man who has taken
his hole with such demand.  I was about to learn something new about the
man I hoped would soon own me. He began his usual comfortable fuck. Opened
me up thoroughly.  No complaints. I could have the worst of headaches and
the smooth fucking of this man would set me right.

Didn't need no fucking aspirin. Just let me feel that cock in my ass and my
headache goes away. As rough and animalistic as my giant could be, this
man, Officer Masters, was the fuck of dreams; however, tonight something
began to change in his standard fuck mode. I was learning to meet his every
thrust with my ass, making damn sure my handsome Master got the maximum
benefit from each stroke.

I was beginning to be challenged as he was departing from his standard fuck
routine. In a way I was beginning to get even more excited to see the new
direction he was taking our fuck.  He began to fuck me with wild abandon.
Then he would hold it in me as deep as he could get it and root around in
the depths.  Then I got the idea he wanted me to copy his movement with my
ass. I began to move with him and encourage this deeper wild ass fucking
responding with my ass in kind.

 Slamming my ass on his shaft as hard or harder than he was pounding
me. Moving it around hard with his circular movements while completely
impaling me on his shaft.  For a moment he put his hands behind my
shoulders and pulled me toward him as I raised myself in the sling to help.

He was ramming the entire length of his cock into me so hard I would bounce
and return to the base equally hard only to twist or grind my ass hard on
it. He was looking me directly in the eyes communicating the urgency and
need for me to need it even more than he.

The last thing I remembered before he ordered me to come was looking into
those deep set violet turned purple eyes and watched my Master, morph in
front of me, into another wild, untamed, beautiful, rutting animal. It had
sprung forth from the body of this gentle, handsome, self assured man.  My
heart leaped to my throat.

How lucky can one slave get to find that within the depths of the two most
important men in his life dwell similar monsters.  Beasts, if you will,
that I felt completely safe and comfortable with. Pack brothers that in
olden times might sniff the air for tell-tale odors of my ripe ass and hunt
me down together on the veldt.

Running for my life, I would try to escape but they would be too fast, to
strong and pulled me to the ground.  Taking turns holding me, each would
have their way with me, rutting, fucking me, spilling their beast juices
into my ass, time after time, until my gut was overflowing with their
seed. They never ate what they rutted with.  Preservation of the species.

What if 'Bigfoot' was like that.  What if there was a natural genetic
throwback in some men that when they felt the need to rut, physically
changed to a nine foot hairy beast.  It's known that some men contain and
extra 'Y' chromosome.  What if some contained two extra 'Y' chromosomes.
Might that be a reason they've never be able to catch a 'Bigfoot' because
after he goes out of rut or pan-far he changes back to a normal looking
human male or Vulcan, depending? How could I tell them, "I will always
respect, honor and obey you as my Master, my owner, my old man, but it is
the beast within you that I love."

La Belle et Le Bette. Those massive arms holding those torches along a dark
corridor.  The statues who's eyes open and follow your movement.  The most
said with an economy of means.  That's great art. That's great sex.  Could
that be an equation? Doesn't matter a whit to me.  I know Bigfoot
lives. I've been fucked by him numerous times. I've made love to his
boots. Now I have two. One lives on Mt. Washington, the other on the
highest point in Silverlake.  If you listen carefully in the still of a
warm spring night you can hear their rutting cries calling to me, their
slave.

"Come, join us!  Run with us!" they sniff and grunt, "Then we'll rest and
use you for our rut.  You are ours."  You hear their call of the wild, the
call of the beast within. My music of the night.

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End Chapter 14
The Ties That Bind
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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