Date: Fri, 5 Dec 2003 00:37:41 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ties That Bind Chapter 15"

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(Codes: M/M BD/SM Master/slave WS Anal Oral)

Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf


CHAPTER  15 ~ SCORPIO ASCENDANT


Part I~The Waters Of Life

"By the waters of Babylon,
there we sat down and wept."
Psalms 137~

After we played in the Dungeon, Master Earl made us another drink while I
put away our leathers. He took me by his leash and lead me back to the
deck.  We sat down with our feet resting in the hot water of the spa.  He
took his key to my collar, unlocked it, removed it, and sat it on the
deck. We eased ourselves back into the water. It seemed hotter than it was
earlier.

I lay in his arms as he ran his big hands down my arms to my crotch, where
he lingered and gently teased his slave's cock and balls. He slowly began
to rub me up the front of my body until he came to rest with one huge,
hairy arm under my arms and around my chest locking me against his hot,
wet, furry body.  He pulled me close to him.  We lay together enjoying the
water, the sky, the lights of Hollywood and each other. We were quiet for a
long while.

The truest test of love is if you can be silent with someone for a good
while and feel comfortable.  We didn't need to speak to know what was
passing between us.  It's an unspoken language that all lovers know. It's a
silent hymn, an ode to joy, that comes from your heart and is caught by the
wind, to be whispered in some other lover's ear.

They may smile knowingly to themselves and prompt them to remember, "I knew
that language once.  It's been a while but I remember the feeling, the
joy. How could anyone forget the silent language of the heart that crosses
borders, states, and nations? Man's only unspoken language that means the
same to all people.  The only language that can bring about a new
world. The language of the heart. I lay my head back on his shoulder and
felt at peace.

I felt like my head was made to rest on his shoulder, to have this
beautiful man hold me as if the spa was a midway thrill ride and we bought
all the tickets. The most wonderful thing about love is that each love is
different.  Each love is new.  It binds up the sorrows of the past and
brings forth a new spirit within us.  We change.  We become reborn to life.
We become reborn to ourselves.  We become reborn to the meaning of it all.
If there is no heaven then this feeling has been good enough. I just had my
brains fucked out by my animal Master, the man to whom I'd given my bond,
to commit myself to a life of slavery, to become his personal property, his
chattel, to love, honor, serve and obey. Here I was, being petted, stroked
and loved by this big, incredibly handsome man, who, hopefully, would soon
own me and become my Master.  I never wanted anything more in my life.

"Maybe you're right Master Earl. Maybe there is someone or something
watching over us."

"I never thought so before I met you, my slave. Now, I'm a believer."

"I never thought much about things like that either until that first
evening we were together.  So much happened so fast it was hard to digest
it all. I'm more tuned to it now.  It's more comfortable.  I think I'm
beginning to understand.  I'm not afraid of the experience and the pictures
that come into my head more clearly. It's only here, in your house, that I
seem to be seeing things just out of my sight.  Like I can feel them there
but if I turn to look they're gone.  Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, I think it does.  Like, you can only catch fleeting glimpses out of
the corner of your eye and yet whatever's there could be whispering in your
ear."

"That's it, Sir!" I exclaimed then continued, "You said Allen and Dirk are
stopping by tomorrow?"

"Yeah, sometime tomorrow, they said they'd call in the morning and let us
know their schedule.  They usually bring tons of food and end up staying
the night so they'll probably be here Sunday afternoon as well."

"Better plan on four more," I said, then added, "to stay the night."

"I'm not going to doubt you.  We'll make up the downstairs bedroom in the
morning. Do you know who's coming?"

"I know who two will be but something has to happen first before I'll know
who the other two will be."

"Who are the two you know?"  Master Earl asked.

"Oscar and Billy. They need to tell us something."

"I talked with Billy early last week and he did say that Oscar and he would
be up this way toward the end of the week.  I mentioned to you that he
called and asked about you but I don't think I said anything about them
coming up this way. They have an open invitation to stay here anytime they
come to LA." Master said.

"Beau?  Do you think you may have the gift of 'seeing'?"

"I don't know, Master.  It only seems to manifest itself in this house.
Maybe, it's because Wes's presence is still strong.  Since he and I shared
some horrors and deeply spiritual experiences maybe he's acting as a spirit
guide."

"Does that bother you?"

"Goodness no, Wes was my friend, my love.  We didn't part with bad hearts.
I had to stay and I knew he must go.  He begged me to come back with him or
as soon as I could.  I ended up shipping over again.  I don't know why.  I
just knew it wasn't time for me to go back."

"I got strung out on drugs and lost touch with him.  I loved him but I just
couldn't answer his letters.  It wasn't him.  It was me.  I had become so
depressed and lonely.  I was emotionally crippled to do anything positive.
Maybe I let him down.  I should have made a greater effort to be stronger.
He was counting on me coming back and us being together. I'm glad he found
you, Master.  I know he loved you."

"I'm not going to ask..."

"You don't have to, Master." I said quietly and respectfully. Master Earl
knew. A tear rolled down his cheek but I knew it wasn't a tear of
sorrow. He all ready walked through that door.  It was in that moment,
without a word spoken, we both realized we understood.  The difficulty was
admitting it to ourselves: We were together and in love because of Wes's
love for each of us. I had saved Wes's life and now he was saving
mine. Officer Earl D. Shaw saved his life, loved him, offered him new
life. He was going to make damn sure the two people he loved most in this
life found a portion of the happiness they had given him. I knew he would
be there if I needed him.  He would be there if his beloved Master needed
him.  We both loved him now more than ever.  Master Earl took in a deep
breath.

"Thank you Wes for my beautiful slave.  You were right.  You told me over
and over again that I would love him.  I do love him and he'll make a fine
slave."  He took me in one arm, laid me back in the warm water like a
preacher might baptize the faithful, leaned over and kissed me gently. We
returned to the house and proceeded to go to bed.  We both had a full day
and needed to get some sleep as the weekend was shaping up to be an
eventful one.  Once again I lay in his big arms. I playfully went to his
crotch and kissed the head of the part of his body that brought us both
such pleasure only a short time ago.  It performed heroically and deserved
a kiss from me and my ass by proxy.  I could swear it smiled back.



Part II ~ Ursus Major/Tiny Dancer


"Every time a child says, 'I don't believe in fairies; there is a fairy
somewhere that falls down dead.  If you want Tinker Bell to live clap your
hands together three times and say, "I do believe in fairies! I do believe
in fairies!"  Peter Pan~J. M. Barrie

The phone rang early.  We didn't even have time for a morning fuck.  As
Master Earl reached for the phone I said,

"It's Master Beryl!"

Master looked at me only for a moment then picked up the receiver,

"Good Morning, Beryl."

There was a long silence on the other end of the phone. Then as if speaking
to someone over his shoulder Big Beryl said,

"Yep! Beau's with him!"  Then he let out a roar of laughter I could
hear. "He told you it was me calling, didn't he?"  Big Beryl asked then
said, "I told Blaine if he was there he would know it was me calling."

"Well, you're right old man.  On both accounts.  Spooks the shit out 'a me
sometimes.  So, how the hell are you and what time are you arriving today?"
More uproarious laughter on the other end of the line.

"How did you know that? Beau?"

"Right again, in the spa last night.  Said something had to happen before
he knew for sure who the other two people would be that were coming for the
weekend.  The phone ringing was it, right Beau? His head is going up and
down like the head on a hula doll in the back window of a chevy low rider."
More laughter.

"I know we just saw him last weekend, but, damn it, Blaine's been bugging
the shit out a' me for three days now to give you a call to see if we could
come up to visit."

"Blaine, huh?  You're such a phoney, old man!  Blaine may have agreed but
it's you who wants to see him again, admit it."

"If'n I do, does that mean we can visit?"

"Of course you can.  You didn't even have to call but I'm glad you
did. We're expecting two more couples but we have room for everyone.  Beau
said Oscar and Billy are coming and I spoke to Dirk and Allen yesterday."

"Tomorrow afternoon we're having a pool thing and Jeb and Jim will be here.
Come on up.  My slave is lying here wiggling hoping I'll let you speak to
him.

"Really?" Beryl asked innocently.

"Well, here he is." Master Earl handed me the phone.

"Hello, Dad."

"Hey, Sweet baby, how's my buns?"

"Well, they could use a little freshnin' up, Dad, they're beginning to
droop. They're not as perky as they were."  More laughter.

"I can just hear Jim, 'You had to ask.'  Ah, well, we love ya', boy."

"I love you and me brother, too, Dad.  Tell him I've decided if I'm gonna'
be known as Little Beaver, he should be known as Big Beaver."  We both
laughed.

"Well, tell that old man of yours that we should be up there shortly after
noon and not to worry about food.  Blaine and I've all ready decided we'd
share you for lunch."  I laughed and Master was looking at me curiously.

"With or without mayo?"  I joked.  He laughed.

"Put your Master back on, Son."

"Okay, Dad, look forward to seeing both of you today."  I handed the phone
back to Master Earl.  He listened for a few minutes and started laughing
like I've never heard him laugh.

"Okay, Beryl," He said "we'll be happy to see you again.  Ride safe!"  He
was still laughing as he hung up the phone.

"You were right, slave.  You're spooky but you know what? I'm not afraid of
it anymore either.  It'll certainly come in handy to know how many to
expect for food."  We both laughed.

"Master Earl is that going to create a conflict with Master Sam and Yoshie
coming?"

"I hadn't thought of that, slave, I'd better get on the phone to Sam and
ask him how he feels.  Any predictions?"

"Yeah, I can tell you right now, he won't have a problem with it.  I think
he'd like to see Beryl and Blaine's mouth drop open when they find out who
Yoshie's Master has been all this time.  Sam will make sure Breed isn't
coming with them."

"You mean Beryl and Blaine haven't known all this time."

"That's right, Sir.  It was kept on a need to know basis for Yoshie's
protection.  It's been long enough now that I don't see any problem.  No
one is going to say anything to Breed anyway."

Master Earl called Sam and explained.  They talked for a while and I heard
Master assure Sam that Breed would not be coming with them. Then he said we
would look forward to seeing them tomorrow.

"Well, he was fine with it.  Said he thought about asking me to have them
up but didn't want to impose.  Said he won't tell Yoshie and let it be a
surprise for him. You were right again, he did want assurance Breed
wouldn't be with them.  Do you think they'd bring him?"

"No, they won't."  I said with assurance.

"Good enough for me.  Let's have coffee and get to work on those bedrooms,
slave."  He accentuated the word "slave" joking that's what I was there
for.  He was right.  I was there for any damned thing he snapped his
fingers for me to do, without hesitation.

"Could we take a break after that Master so I could give you a blow job?"

"Well, I don't know.  I'd hate to spoil you, slave, by feeding you too much
sweets.  Especially this early in the day."

"I understand Master but I'm sure with a mid-day sugar fix I could get so
much more done for you. I'd be a better slave."

"In that case I think we could take a short break and pump some good hot
Master come in your belly.  Now, look what you've done to me.  I can't get
my pants buttoned."  He laughed as he waddled out of the bedroom on his way
to the kitchen. The phone rang again.  I was making the bed in the bedroom
and couldn't over hear the conversation.

I put things away and grabbed my new collar and took it with me to the
kitchen. Master was just hanging up the phone and smiled when he saw the
collar in my hand.  He wasn't fully dressed yet so I knelt in front of him
and grabbed him around the waist and kissed his dick beneath his leather
pants.

"Will you put my collar on for me, Master?"

"Be happy to, my puppy.  I wouldn't want you to get lost.  I might never
find you again."  He chuckled as he locked it in place.  "Quite handsome."
He added. "It looks like it belongs on you.  I'm proud to have you wear
it."

"No prouder than I am to wear it, Master."

"That was Dirk on the phone.  He said they would be here shortly after noon
with lunch for all of us.  They're so funny.  I love them both very much
but they're always afraid they're going to impose.  Then they over do.  I
guess that's part of their charm.  They truly are wonderful people.  Dirk
use to be one of the meanest son's of bitches you'd ever run up against.

After Allen had his operation, Dirk's been a changed man.  I've never seen
him really drunk. He rarely uses foul language and won't allow anyone to
curse in front of his 'Litl' Darlin.'  They've been together now almost six
years and you couldn't tell.  They act like they just met yesterday.

Dirk opens doors for Allen.  Won't let him carry anything heavy.  Gets his
chair for him at the table.  If they weren't so serious we'd all be rolling
on the floor laughing. Allen is so unassuming and eats up Dirk's attention.
If there ever was a match made in heaven their's surely has to be.

You know, now that I think of it, with your hair short, you could almost
pass for Allen's big brother.  The two of you look a lot alike.  Allen
looks like a miniature cowboy the man I told you about in Tucson,---I can't
wait to see what Dirk has to say.  Don't be surprised at anything Allen
does.

He's so natural in everything he does, if he feels like it, for no reason
at all he'll run up to you, grab you around the neck and give you the
biggest kiss.  No one thinks anything about it.  It's just Allen. You can't
help love him.  He doesn't have a mean bone in his body.  He can be
mischievous and will go to great lengths to pull a fast one on Dirk.

Dirk's good natured about it and gives Allen what he wants, punishment for
being a bad boy.  Allen goes through this big routine about him being a bad
boy and his Daddy punishing him.  He deserves it.  Hell, if Dirk didn't go
along with the game Allen would think he didn't care anymore. Billy and
Oscar refer to Dirk as Ms. Allen's boy.  They can be so bad."

"Does Dirk beat Allen up any more?"  I asked concerned.

"Oh, God, no!" Answered Master Earl, "Dirk spent over a year in therapy
with Master Claymore, Allen's boss, and Dirk got his shit together. He
particularly respects and loves Master Claymore.  He says he's the only man
who wasn't afraid to stand up to him and tell him the truth. They're still
close friends and see each other regularly. Of course Allen still works for
the man, calls him Daddy Wolf.

Now days, Dirk won't stand to see some other Master mistreat or physically
abuse their slave.  He figures if he can learn to be a safe, sane Master
then anyone can.  I've seen him walk up behind some man that was about to
wail on his slave, grab his arm and just hold him. He'll quietly suggest
that he may want to reconsider and find another way to solve their
disagreement than violence.  They don't dare smart off to Dirk.  They find
another way.

I probably should invite Master Claymore and his slave as well.  He was
very good to me when I went to him for therapy after Wes was killed.  He
and his boy have stayed over here many times and always included me in
their affairs.  I think I will."  Master Earl picked up the phone and
dialed.  He spoke briefly to Master Claymore and invited him and his slave
to the party the next day.

"They can come.  That's good.  Everyone loves them.  Master Wolf, or Waddie
as everyone calls Master Claymore knew Zane's other Master well and the
three of them rode bikes together.  Zane's Master was killed in a bad bike
accident and after several months for greiving our family who owned Zane
told him he had to find a new Master.  Master Waddie is a cowboy and he and
Zane had been roping together as a team in a number of rodeos.  At the
Prescott rodeo that year, Zane asked Master Waddie to be his Master.  They
spent the weekend together and have been together ever since.

Master Waddie's friends told him Zane had been sexually reassigned to
please his Master.  That was the story Bart Tinker, Zane's Master told
everyone to protect Zane from over scrutiny from nosey people who had no
interest in the two of them other than gossip.  Master Waddie later found
out the truth from Zane.  Zane had never been a boy.  He was born an
intersexual and assigned as a female from birth. Zane knew he was male and
early on refused to take the female hormones.  It was the weirdest damn
thing.  He was attracted to men but yet didn't want to be a woman.  He
didn't have it easy. He found a sympathetic doctor who supplied him with
male hormones and human growth factors. Zane's body began to develop as
totally male.  Zane's revelation to his Master was a shock to Claymore but
the man has seen and done it all. Once the shock wore off they were more in
love with each other than ever.  Master Wolf is a firm disciplinarian and
Zane worships him.  I never think of Zane as a female.  Well, he isn't.

I never thought of Wes as a woman, why should I think any differently about
Zane?  God knows I don't think of Blaine or Allen as women.  They're men
who's Master's chose to reassign them.  Zane is well accepted by our family
and fits right in.  Why wouldn't he? To average society we're probably
quite a freak show but you could never wish for a greater more loving group
of people for an extended family." We finished coffee and proceeded to the
bedrooms to get them ready. It didn't take us long to have the house in top
condition and it was still early morning.  It was about nine-thirty.  I
caught my Master's eye and winked at him.  He smiled knowingly and followed
me to the Master bedroom. I helped him off with his pants and boots and we
made love on top of the leather bedspread.

I took him deep in my throat, wanting to give him as much pleasure as I
could.  My love was growing for this man by the hour and I wanted to show
him my love by taking him in my mouth.  I worked on him for twenty or
thirty minutes until I began to feel him arch his back under my throat
thrust. I was about to push my Cadillac up and over the hill.  I put my
throat into overdrive and let out the clutch and that did it.

>From deep inside my Master came this animal rumble that reached his throat
to howl at the same moment my mouth began to fill with his hot seed. I
swallowed and another volley shot into my mouth. I greedily sucked that
down when my Master gave me his final gift for the morning.  It filled my
mouth and felt good, hot and wonderful going down my throat.

His come had a wonderful healthy man flavor. The flavor of my Master's
body, the flavor of my love.  He lay spent as I gently cleaned his
beautiful cock of the last bits of man come. I was enjoying my own pleasure
in having satisfied him.  I was pleased with myself.  I knew he was too by
the way he rubbed my head while I was cleaning his dick.

"That's the first time you've ever sucked me off, slave."

"I wanted to do that for you, Master, it was important."

"I understand, Son.  You're message has been received and welcomed. I think
I needed for you to do it as well.  Now, could I please have my soul back?"
He said throwing his head back in laughter.

"I'll hold it for you in safe keeping and later you may send your animal in
after it, Sir."  He reached up, grabbed me, pulled me to him and looked me
in the eyes and gently kissed me.

"It's in the safest of places then and I won't worry."  He kissed me
again. "My animal indeed!"  He said smiling. "You think you can tame that
animal?"

"God, I hope not, Master!  Serve my ass up to it, I'll try to give it the
best ride I can but never try to tame it."  He laughed.

"You like that animal inside me?"

"No, Sir, I love your animal inside me."  It took him a moment to think
about what I had said then he roared with laughter.

"Well, I have it on good authority my animal loves being inside you,
slave."

"Since you have close communication with it, relay a message for me?"

"What's that, love?"

"If it's ever lonely, hungry, cold, or frightened, it's welcome to sleep in
my barn."

"I will indeed. Now, give your Master a kiss and lets get cleaned up. I'm
gonna' get in the shower to clean up and then get dressed.  You wanna' join
me in the shower?"

"Yes, Sir."  I said with enthusiasm.  We showered and he got dressed.  He
put my collar on me, locked it and plugged my ass.  I fell to my knees and
kissed his boots.  They were so hot. He held his hand down for me and I
kissed it lovingly and put it to my forehead.

"Come to my arms, slave, and kiss your Master 'Good Morning'." I jumped up
and we kissed a nice good morning kiss.

"Master may I request you put my leash on?"

"That's right, Beryl is coming.  I almost forgot.  Thanks for the reminder,
slave. Leashes really trip his wire."  He said as he snapped on his heavy
leather leash. "I've got to run down to the store for about thirty minutes.
I'll be right back.  I would take you but I want you to stay here to answer
the phone and the door if anyone shows up early.  Okay?"

"Sure, Master, I'll finish cleaning the bedroom."

"Good boy!"  He hugged me, kissed me and was out the door. I finished
putting away the dishes we use for coffee cakes and cereal. I went to the
bedroom, put his clothes away and cleaned the bath.

It was about eleven o'clock and the doorbell rang. I went to the door and
looked out the eye port.  Two big familiar faces stood there.  I opened the
door.

"Beau, you beautiful child!"  I was caught up in the arms of Billy with
Oscar close behind.

"It's so good to see you guys.  Look at you.  Here Oscar.  Give me a hug."

"I'll give you more than that, you little bear."  He hugged and kissed me.

"Welcome, come on in.  Master ran to the store and will be right back. He
must have known you'd be here 'cause he told me to stay here in case
someone showed up."

"I didn't tell him whether we would definitely be here." Said Billy.

"He knew."

"How?"  Asked Oscar.

"Beau told him." Billy said to Oscar without hesitation. I nodded my head
in agreement.

"Told you."  Billy said to Oscar again.

"We won't stay if he's having a lot of people in." Said Oscar.

"Nonsense."  I said, "We've all ready planned for the two of you and 'yes,'
he's having a lot of people in.  It just grew somehow."

"Let me guess," said Billy, "Dirk and Allen, Jeb and Jim, Wolf and
Zane. Who've I left out, Oscar?"

"Beryl and Blaine." Replied Oscar as he looked at me for approval.

"You two are good." I complimented them.

"No, we just know your good Master and let me tell you before he gets here,
for the both of us, we are so proud and happy that the two of you have
found each other. We know you'll be the best of slaves to him and he'll
love you like you've never be loved before. You'll be proud to call him
'Master.'  We can talk about little else these days. We were so moved the
last visit that we just can't tell you how right we know this bonding will
be.  We both love you so much, Beau."  I started crying and they both put
their arms around me.

"Now stop it you guys, I really appreciate your love but we are not going
to have another emotionally exhausting weekend."  Then I hugged, kissed
them both and had them laughing.  Master Earl walked in through the kitchen
door.  Looked at us and saw the tears on my face.

"Damn, you guys couldn't have been here more than ten minutes and you all
ready have my poor slave in tears."  He said laughing.  He sat his stuff
down from the store and walked into the living room. They rushed to him and
knelt in front of him, each kissing a boot.  Master held his hands down for
each, they kissed it and put it to their foreheads.

"Rise slaves and show this Master love." They were all over him apologizing
for making his beautiful slave boy cry and would he please punish them both
severely immediately.  Master was in stitches and walked over to me and
asked, "Did these mean, fearful, old eunuchs hurt you, Son?"

"Truly, Master, I was afraid for my life if you hadn't walked in."

"More Beau!  Go on! Tell him!"  Billy encouraged.  "Get us at least a trip
to the dungeon."

"Then...then...Master...."

"Yes, Son?"

"They told me they loved me."

"That's all I needed to hear!  That would scare hell out a' anyone!" We all
laughed and hugged again.

"You two have the upstairs guest bedroom, get comfortable, bring your bags
in first, Okay?"  The two big men went to their car to get their stuff and
returned.  They went to the bedroom for a few minutes and I began to help
Master Earl put away the stuff from the store.  They returned in the buff
and looked even better than the last time I had seen them.

"Oscar, you're working out!" I exclaimed.

"See, I told you he'd notice." said Billy.

"You're looking great!"  Master Earl encouraged.

"Well, Billy's been after me for years and I thought, what the hell, don't
have much else to do with my time, may as well."

"I told you people would notice.  I'm proud of you myself."  Billy hugged
Oscar.  Oscar blushed from the attention.

"Now tell Master Earl and Beau the rest...." Billy prompted.

"Well, being here with you guys that weekend and having the experience we
did moved me to get out of my shell and start doing something with my life.
I met this Master about a year ago and we've been seeing each other off and
on.  I just decided I was going to work on my body to make myself more
attractive to him and I think it's working. We've been seeing each other
more regularly now and he may be getting ready to ask me to be his slave."
We all congratulated him and patted him on the back wishing him the best.

"When do we get to meet him?"  Master Earl asked.

"Well, he's in town this weekend visiting his sister."Oscar said.

"Do you think he'd like to come over tomorrow for pool and food?"

"Well, I could certainly ask him."  Oscar said sheepishly.

"Get on the phone and give him directions.  Tell him noon on...!" Master
Earl related to Oscar.  Oscar went off to the bedroom to call and we
remained in the kitchen area. Again, Billy couldn't take his hands off me
and I was loving it. How often do you have your jack off fantasy,
bodybuilding idol of your teens paw you and play with your cock and
balls. Billy was still Clancey McGee to me and just as sexy with or without
cock and balls.  I was more proud now than ever to carry his picture in my
wallet.

"Beau?" He exclaimed, "Oh, my God, is that a new collar?  Let me see?
Property of Master Earl D. Shaw."  He read the new tag. "Beats the shit out
of an engagement ring, don't it, Honey?" He laughed as he hugged me for the
umpteenth time.

"I agree, Billy." I said.  "I'm so proud of it."

"You should be, slave-boy, that says you're owned by one of the finest
Masters that ever raised a whip."  He said laughing.  Master Earl
laughed. Master Earl walked over to me and kissed me on the forehead.
Oscar returned all bright eyed.

"He's coming!" was all he said.

"Great!" said Master Earl, "He can meet most of the family.  I hope we
don't scare him to death.  Does he know our customs?"

"Yes, Master Earl, he was a member of a similar family for years and many
of their customs are the same as ours."

"He's a fine looking man, Master Earl." Billy interjected, "I don't think
he'll have any problem with our family."

"Good, then let's hope we won't be losing a good slave we'll be gaining a
good Master."  Master Earl said. We all agreed.

We heard a big Harley pull into the car port.  It was Dirk and Allen. The
door opened and a tiny man held the door for an enormous bear of a man to
come through with both arms full of take out food. When the big man got
through the door, Master Earl began helping him with the sacks of food.
The little one went nuts, ran to Billy's arms, then to Oscar's, looked me
up and down, smiled real big and jumped into mine. I picked him up as he
began kissing me and hugging me like he'd known me forever.

"You're Beau!  I just know you're Beau!  Oh, you're so handsome. I've heard
so much about you.  You're so pretty! Oh!  What a nice cock and balls you
have!  Can I feel them?  Please, Beau, oh, they're wonderful! Daddy look!"
Allen held my cock and balls for Dirk to see , "Look, Daddy!"  Dirk looked,
nodded and winked at me.

 "Allen, where are your manners? Now, get your little ass over here pronto
before I take my belt off."

"I'll be right back, Beau!  Don'tcha' just love a take charge kinda man?"
He whispered and kissed me on the cheek.  Allen ran to kneel in front of my
Master and kissed his boots and his hand.

"Rise you cute little shit and show me some love.  That is, if Beau didn't
get it all."

"I'm so sorry, Master Earl, you know I love you.  I was just so excited to
meet Beau and,--- oh Master Earl, he is so much prettier than everyone told
us.  He's fucking gorgeous."  Allen went on as he threw his arms around
Master Earl's neck and kissed him passionately. "See, I do love you ,
Master Earl. I'm so happy for you.  He's beautiful!  I couldn't have picked
one better for you myself."  Master Earl just laughed, patted him on his
butt and Allen ran to grab my hand to lead me to meet Big Dirk.

Master Earl grabbed me from Allen and spoke, "Master Dirk, may I present my
new slave, Beau."  I fell to my knees and kissed each one of Dirks big
boots and found his calloused hand waiting.  I kissed the back and placed
it to my forehead.

"Come up here, slave!" I arose and stood before him.  He looked me up and
down, turned me around, felt my plug, then turned me back around. "Gimme a
kiss, boy!"  He didn't hold back and neither did I.  He was like kissing a
gorilla or a Kodiak bear.  He was an animal and I loved every thing about
the man.  Allen giggled. Big Dirk put his bear arms around me and held me
for a moment.

"We're so damn glad to have you in the family, Son.  My Bro. here has
needed a good slave for sometime and I know you're the one for him." There
were tears in the big man's eyes.

"Thank you, Master Dirk, I appreciate that."  Then it was his turn to pat
me on my butt and Allen led me away babbling.  Allen sat me on the sofa and
engaged me in conversation as everyone else was busy in the kitchen.

Billy and Oscar went through their ritual with Big Dirk. He kissed them
both and boxed their ears.  They had him laughing like a school boy.  I
felt I should be helping in the kitchen but Master Earl winked at me and
motioned for me to stay with Allen. Allen crawled up into my lap as close
to me as he could get.

He was tiny.  Perfectly formed but tiny. I felt like a giant holding him.
I wondered how a big man like Dirk could ever get his dick inside this tiny
man.  I would have reservations trying to get into him.  I understood
Dirk's appendage was proportioned as large as his body.

"Did you get a good look at the two of them together, Dirk?" Master Earl
asked him.  Big Dirk looked over at us and shook his head.

"My God, they could be brothers." Oscar and Billy looked and added they're
agreements.

"Wait 'till Allen cuts his hair short.  I think you'll all be amazed."

"We almost have triplets in the Family. Allen, Beau and the Cowboy. Stand
'em along side each other and you'd have small, economy and large size.
Beau is bigger than both, I think. " Said Billy with Oscars agreement.

"Allen, get in there and get your clothes off and bring me your collar."
Big Dirk barked at Allen.  "And quit monopolizing Beau!  You're gonna' be
with him all afternoon."

"Yes, Master" Allen jumped.  Then whispered to me, "Damn! I'm gonna' cancel
that subscription to Reader's Digest. That word was five syllables.  I like
him better when he just grunts at me." He ran off to the bedroom giggling
to himself.  Funny little man.

"What did he say, Beau?"  Big Dirk winked at me.

"That he loved it when you ordered him around, Sir."

"Oh shit!" said Dirk, "Allen's found an ally, Earl, I'm doomed."  He
laughed a big rumbling laugh.  I got up to walk to the kitchen. Dirk
watched me walk, winked at me and spoke to Master Earl, "Couldn't you have
found a slave that was just a little better looking, Earl?  I mean why stop
with gorgeous?  I meant that as a compliment, Beau!  Everyone here knows I
was straight once, but you sure did something funny to my old dick when you
kissed me a minute ago. I know you're gonna' do wonders for your old man
here."

"Thank you, Master Dirk, that's one of the nicest things a big handsome
bear has ever said to me."  I winked at him. He blushed and grinned from
ear to ear. Two more Harley's pulled up in the carport.  Master Earl opened
the kitchen door to the port and we watched as Big Beryl and Blaine locked
and got off their bikes.

"Is that Beryl and Blaine?" Dirk asked, "Shit, we haven't seen them in damn
near a year."

"Come on in Guys, you're just in time for lunch." Master Earl welcomed them
in.  There was much confusion as Blaine knelt for Master Earl and Master
Dirk, and then Billy and Oscar for Master Beryl.  No one was rushed and I
stood apart watching Big Beryl watch me as he went through the rituals to
be polite.

Just as I was about to go to him Allen rushed by me naked as a jay bird
screaming, "Master Beryl!  Blaine!" fell to his knees and kissed the big
man's boots. He gave Allen his hand as he winked at me.  Allen kissed it
and put it to his forehead. Big Beryl reached down with both hands and
threw Allen in the air and caught him, held him to his huge chest, "Kiss
me, you little shit!"  Allen almost couldn't kiss him from giggling.

"I love you, Master Beryl."

"I love you, too, little one."

"Now is there another slave between here and that handsome slave over there
that wants to show this Master love?"  He bellowed laughing. I moved to him
and knelt in front of him and proceed to kiss and clean each of his boots.
He had to tap me with his hand to get my attention.

"Damn boy loves boots!"  He laughed.  I took his hand and kissed it and put
it to my forehead, "I've waited long enough.  Now, give your old dad some
love, Son!"

 "With pleasure, Dad."  I threw my arms around the old man, gave him a big
kiss, and thought he was going to squeeze me in two.

"I lied to your old man, Son. It was me 'what' wanted to come up here and
see ya.'  'Course Blaine did a little."

"What do you mean, a 'little' old man?"  Blaine came up behind him. "Le'me
at 'em!"  Blaine pushed in between us and planted a big kiss on me,
too. "Damn, it's good to see you again, Little Beaver."

"Good to see you again, too, Bro, damn good. I thought about the two of you
all week and was hoping I'd get to see you before I entered training." I
said as I hugged him again.

"How do you know Master Beryl and Blaine, Beau?" Allen asked.

"Well, Son." spoke Blaine, "You're looking at the man that saved me and
Wes's ass's in Nam.  Carried me forty miles on his back to safety."

Allen's mouth fell open.  He looked me up and down, "You're Andy? The guy
Wes talked to me about all the time?  You were his lover in Nam!  You're
Andy, the one he wanted Master Earl to meet in case anything happened to
him. Oh, my God!" Allen's voice trailed off as reality set in.  I reached
down, grabbed him up in my arms, looked at him and kissed him on the cheek.

"That's right Allen but I'm a slave just like you and proud of it.  I'm
also proud of the man I hope to call my Master. Yes, I was the 'Andy' that
Wes spoke about and he's responsible for bringing Master Earl and me
together."

"Really? Oh, Beau, you're wonderful. I love you, Beau."

"I love you, too, Allen.  I've been told we look enough a like to be
brothers."

"Oh, God, no, Beau!  You're much prettier than me but I'll be your little
brother, if you wish?"

"Take a number, Kid!  Said Billy.  Everyone laughed.

"Of course you can be my little brother, Allen.  I'd love that."

"Oh, Beau, you're wonderful!"

"Can I have my slave back for a moment, please."  Master Earl laughed.

"We have all the food out.  Grab a plate and help yourselves.  There's
beer, wine or soft drinks.  Whatever, just ask."

"Beau, help with the drinks then head out to the tables on the patio."

"Blaine, get in there and get your clothes off and bring me your collar and
new leash."  Big Beryl barked at Blaine.

"Yes, Master."  Blaine winked at me and rolled his eyes as he left for the
bedroom. I wondered where Blaine would hide this leash?

Blaine returned in a few minutes sans clothes, his collar in hand with
leash.  He knelt in front of his Master who carefully locked his collar in
place and attached the leash.  They got in line behind me for food.

"Blaine, you're looking handsome in your collar and new leash."

"Yes, my hero, I have you to thank for that as well."  He said with a big
sigh.

"Well, Blaine," I said, "Just look it as a new leash on life."

Master Beryl almost dropped his plate from laughter.  Blaine was
stoic. Blaine was such a goddamn good looking masculine man even with out a
cock and balls in front.  His little cunt only made him that much more sexy
to me. I couldn't look at it for too long or I'd start getting an erection.
Was it because I wanted to fuck it or because I wanted one, too?  Maybe
both.

We all got food and I made sure I followed my Master to a table.  Allen was
right on my heels, so was Big Dirk and so was Beryl and Blaine. We had a
great time eating, drinking, relaxing and telling stories. Allen couldn't
get any closer to me if he tried.  Big Dirk kept looking and frowning at
him like "Will you give Beau some space?"

Allen would just smile sweetly at his Big Daddy and then turn his attention
back to me. He listened intently to the story of how Master Earl and I
met. Billy and Oscar supplied stories of that strange evening we found the
letters to all of us in the secret drawer of Master Earl's desk.  These
were stories that Beryl and Blaine hadn't heard and were blown away by the
paranormal aspects.

Beryl and Blaine told the story of Blaine recognizing me first.  Then when
Breed told his story Blaine and I recognized the corpsman that he was
describing was me. Master Earl sat and held my hand through most of the
stories as if to offer me strength and support.  I was offering the same to
him as he briefly described the contents of each letter from Wes. They all
were dumbfounded.

Master Beryl stood up, "I've already told Beau this but the rest of you can
hear it, too.  I listened for six Goddamn years about this wonderful young
man named Andy, or Beau but never thought I would meet him face to face. I
sometimes wondered if Blaine didn't make him up because he sounded to good
to be true.

Then a week ago this young man walked in to my life, back into my slaves
life, and into our friend Breed's life. I have seen what his presence has
done to our friend and for us.  Our friend is on the road to recovery,
Blaine and I are closer and more in love than we've ever been. He
befriended an unhappy young slave boy, his distraught Master and turned
their lives around with one simple act of kindness.

We've seen what he's doing for our beloved brother and we find it
good. Last week, I took the liberty of initiating him into our family and
into my immediate family as well.  Beau, we all need you in this family and
most of all we need you to need us as well." Everyone was "Here!  Hereing!"

Master Earl put his big arms around me because I'd never been touched like
that before in my life and was about to lose it.

"I need you good folks much more than you might ever need me."

"Well said, my good and faithful slave. To own you will be to own a
treasure."

"To family!" said Big Dirk as he held his glass up high.

"To family!"  We all raised our glasses and drank. I slipped my arm around
Allen and squeezed him. He reached up and kissed me behind the ear as his
husband, the bear, smiled on. The rest of the afternoon was spent in groups
around the pool and Allen cut Master Earl's hair in his usual squared away
flat top.

Then he offered to cut mine. I didn't want long hair anymore.  I told him
to crew cut. Everyone gathered to watch as he got closer and closer to
finishing.  Allen got this funny look on his face, Big Dirk kept turning
his head away and laughing, shaking his head.  Big Beryl and Blaine's
mouth's were open and all the rest were smirking and laughing. I thought
Allen had done a number on my head and I was going to look like a rat or
something.

"Why is everyone looking at me funny? Allen did you gap my hair? I don't
care, Sweetheart, It's all right.  It'll grow back."  Master Earl walked
out of the house with a large standing mirror and stood it in front of
me. My hair looked great. Allen had done a good job. Then I saw Allen
smiling over my shoulder.  It was like looking back at a tiny version of
myself.  The likeness was incredible. "Oh, I see what everyone is smiling
about.  All I can say, Allen, is you are one handsome son of a bitch."
Allen just went into rails of laughter and hugged me.

"You like your hair cut, Beau?"

"Like it, little Brother? Hell no, I love it! It looks great!  What do you
think Master?"  Master Earl grabbed Allen up and kissed him and told him,
"Thanks for both of us slave-boy.  You done good, Kid!"  Allen just beamed.

"Anyone else?"  He asked.

"Hell, yes, youngster, if you're not tired?"  Said Master Beryl.

"Love, too, Master Beryl.  What do you want?"

"Just like my boy, Beau's, there. That looks good to me."

"Yes, Sir, Master." Allen was in heaven.

The afternoon progressed like a dream.  I got into the pool with Blaine,
Allen, Billy and Oscar.  Then Beryl shucked off his clothes and joined us.
We took turns playing keep away using Allen for a ball.  He was the center
of attention and loving it. The next thing I knew my Master swam up behind
me and put his arms around me.

Big Dirk was the last to join us and I finally got my first look at Big
Dirk in the raw.  He was huge all over.  I can certainly see why Allen
loved him. The human body must be one hell of a machine for Allen to
accommodate him.  He caught me looking at him and winked.  I gave him the
thumbs up and an okay sign.

He swam up to Master Earl and I and smiled at him. Dirk slipped his huge
hairy arm around my waist and gently pulled me away from Master Earl with
my backside to his front.  He said loud enough for Master Earl to hear, "I
saw you check me out, slave-boy."

"You certainly did, Master Dirk and I was impressed.  I'm happy for my
little brother.  He has, perhaps, one of the finest looking bears I've ever
seen, for a Master.  He's a very lucky little man."

"So's your old man, Son.  See, I wasn't kidding earlier."  I looked down
and the monster had grown into a big monster.

"Boy, is Allen gonna' get it tonight."  He said as he swam away
laughing. Master Earl put his arms around my waist and spoke to me quietly
in my ear,

"The way you handle people amazes me sometimes, slave. You are so
forthright with them they can't misconstrue your meaning or fault you. Dirk
really likes you.  I've never seen him be that forward with any other
slave.  He knows I wouldn't be upset and openly telling you that in front
of me his way of complimenting both of us.

By the way, Son, Beryl and Blaine told me about Button and what you did.
They received a phone call from Button's Master. He was in tears, he was so
grateful for whatever you said to his slave.  He wanted to know if there
was anyway he could have you visit as his second slave for a weekend. You
made a big impression on him, his boy and everyone else there, too.  I know
Zack, pretty well.  Zack told me the medical tragedy of having to remove
Button's penis. It seems the doctors think the cancer was the result of
abuse from foster homes."

"I didn't really do all that much.  I just told the kid to be proud of who
he was.  Be proud of his old man that thought enough of him to stand by him
and love him through his loss.  Serve him, show him love and in doing that
he would find love for himself as well."

"Well, hell, Beau, that's sound advice for anyone.  No wonder the kid has a
new outlook.  That was really thoughtful of you to tell him."

"Thank you, Master, I don't think about it when I do something, I just do
it.  I try to follow my heart.  Master Jeb taught me that, so far it's
worked for me and I'll always be in his debt."

We got out of the pool and I helped Billy, Oscar and Blaine make drinks for
everyone.  I was surprised the three Masters didn't rush to put their
clothes back on.

Big Beryl rubbed against me every chance he got, held me, and led me around
by my big leash all afternoon. The evening got cooler and Master Earl made
a fire in the fire place.  He brought out old quilts and blankets and we
all lay together in front of the fire talking quietly.

Allen crawled up in Big Dirk's lap and looked like he belonged there.  You
could see how much the big man adored his slave. He would tease and torment
Allen, then would laugh and kiss him like a rag doll. Allen's little cunt
was like the rest of him, small.  I just couldn't see it.  How could that
big man get all of himself into that tiny body?  I wasn't about to ask.

I lay with my back against Master Earl's hairy chest, his arms around me,
petting me. I was the only slave there with my cock intact. I felt almost
out of place and yet, somewhat special.  It was a wonderful day and a
better evening.  No one talked about anything too heavy and the old timers
caught up on who was where doing what to whom.  After a couple more drinks
I was beginning to nod off.

Blaine was all ready asleep with his head in his old man's crotch and Allen
was peacefully breathing lightly rocked in the huge arms of Ursus Major,
the Great Bear.  Oscar was asleep with Billy's arm around him. It has to
say something about a host when your guest feel so comfortable they aren't
afraid they're going to offend you by slipping off to the land of Nod.

Master Earl told Dirk to take one of the downstairs guest bedroom and Beryl
to take the other.  Dirk picked Allen up in his huge arms, cradled him like
a baby, rocked him gently and kissed him on the forehead.  Allen didn't
even open an eye. The Tiny Dancer was safe and secure in the arms of his
Giant Bear.

Between them there was no doubt who was the Master who was the slave;
however, after you got to know them you realized Dirk was a slave to
Allen's love and Allen was a slave to Dirk's strength and goodness.  Did it
matter?  Of course not.  They made it work.

The old man surprised me by picking up Blaine who didn't resist.  I knew
Beryl was big but when he picked up Blaine like a sack of flour, I realized
just how big a man he was.  He leaned over and kissed me and Earl on his
way and whispered good night. Billy woke Oscar and they padded off to their
bedroom.

I was alone with my handsome Master.  I lay there in his arms for a while
then spoke to him softly,

"I love you, Master. My love for you continues to grow by the day, by the
hour.  I feel complete when I'm with you.  You're the only person in my
life that has ever asked me to commit to anything."

"I'm glad I had the sense to ask a commitment from you.  I fell in love
with you that afternoon on Silverlake Blvd. and it's been a non stop roller
coaster ride ever since.  I'm loving every minute of it.  Come, good slave.
Let's retire to our den and let your old man make gentle love to his boy."

"What ever you need Master is yours to take."

"What your old man needs right now is some sweet, slave-boy lovin'"

"And you'll have the very best, Master."

We slowly moved to the bedroom leaning on each other for support.  We
weren't drunk, we were tired from the day, but it was worth it.

"Master?" I asked

"Yes, Son?"

"Next weekend?"

"Yes?"

"Will it be ours, alone?"

"I would like that, would you?"

"Very much, Sir."

"Then we'll close our doors to the outside world and spend the weekend with
each other."

"That would be wonderful.  I think we both need that before I enter
training."

"I agree, my slave, I agree."

I helped my Master undress and he removed my collar and plug.  He didn't
want me wearing that stuff to bed.  He knew the body next to him was his
faithful slave and a collar or plug wasn't gonna' make that much
difference. Besides, he often liked to take me in the middle of the night
and I needed to be ready.

True to his word we made wonderful love.  I lay there in his arms thinking
about a house full of relatives who loved us and in such a short time I
felt like I had come to know and love them equally. I thought about each
individual unit of love involved with each couple and two individuals.

What power there was in these strong bonds and how fragile they might be as
well.  For tonight providence smiled on this house and love abided keeping
watch at each threshold against the evils of the world. It guarded and
protected like Cerberus, the giant, seven headed dog, brays against
intruders at the gates of hell. Pass this dwelling, foul spirits, we are
family.

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End Chapter 15~The Ties That Bind
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