Date: Wed, 24 Dec 2003 09:53:26 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ties That Bind Chapter 19"

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then this is a warning to read no further.  The author will not be held
responsible for any reason if you do.

(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 19 ~ SOJOURNER


Part I ~ The Love Of Angels

In the midst of pain an angel took my mind,
into a quiet room removed from demon horrors,
no pain, nor hurt, in a place removed from time,
He loved me, held me close and cried for my tomorrows.
Canto 8 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux

I was again set adrift into the unknown.  Occasionally, I would be treated
to music. Complete works of classical music would come flooding into the
small speakers in the ears of the hood.  I didn't know if this was part of
my training or for relaxation.  Whoever chose the selections had me at
their mercy.  I recognized almost everything that was played except one
piece that kept repeating over and over like a coda at the end of each
work.

It was haunting.  It had the ethereal quality of some of Bartok's night
music.  Darkly foreboding yet utterly sensual.  I listened to Poulenc's
Stabat Mater.  His Gloria and Organ Concerto.  Followed by a piece that
sounded like Bach with wrong notes: Hindemith's Organ Concerto for Organ
and Winds.  They must of played eight or nine works.

They fed me again. Wonderful soup broth again but this time it was
different.  Someone had gone to a lot of trouble to make sure these broths
were tasty. It tasted liked a war-wonton soup from Lee's
kitchen. Delicious.

I was tired and drifting off to sleep. I hoped they would let me rest.
They did for a long period of time.  I had no idea how long as I was fast
asleep when they were getting ready to feed me again.  It had to be
approximately six hours. I ingested so much liquid in the form of soup
broth I had to piss like a race horse.  Master Jim instructed me to let go
as arrangements were made.  I hoped so as I let forth a stream that would
have rivaled Johnstown.

I was going make it through this, no sweat.  Although, I was beginning to
get a bit cramped.  It must of been the wee hours of the morning. The two
big Masters were snoozing on the king size leather covered futon.  Blaine
was keeping watch.  He moved swiftly over to his old man Beryl and gently
shook him.

"Dad, Wake up!  You gotta' see this."  Blaine gently shook his Master
awake. Big Jim awoke concerned for his charge.

"What is it, Son?" Big Beryl asked in a less than wide awake tone.

"Dad, the small blue light, the one Master Earl told us about on the phone
the other day, it's here.  Come see for yourselves. It came flying down the
stairs, buzzed around my head and touched me on the cheek.  It's Wes.  The
moment he touched me, I knew."

"Calm down, Son.  Where's this light?" Master Beryl inquired.

"There, in the corner. I see it!" said the Dungeon Master.

"Blaine, get Jeb for me."  Big Jim asked of Blaine.

"Sure, Master Jim." Blaine was away in a flash.

"Let's sit in the chairs here Beryl so's not to frighten him."  The two big
men no sooner sat in the big overstuffed chairs when the light began to
move. It buzzed around Big Jim first and touched him lightly on the cheek
then did the same to Big Beryl.  Beryl sucked in his breath like a new born
infant.

"Holy Mother! It is Wes's spirit, I could feel him all the way through my
body and soul.

"Me, too, Beryl. It's wonderful!"  Was all Big Jim could say at the time as
he watched the light retreat to the corner again and seemed to sit on the
cold floor. Blaine returned with Jeb.  Jeb saw the blue light glowing in
the corner and stood next to the two men in the chairs dressed only in his
bathrobe.

"Has it tried to communicate with either of you?" Jeb asked his friends.
The two big men looked at each other and started giggling like school boys.

"Did the same to us, it did to Blaine. Flew 'round our heads three times
and kissed us on the cheek. It's Wes, no doubt about it.

"Maybe he's frightened and doesn't know how we'll accept him?" spoke Jeb.
He went over to the corner and squatted down on his haunches near the light
but not crowding it. "Come on, Son, you're loved here.  No one's going to
hurt you. Don't sit on the cold floor. Hop in my hand and let me hold you."

The light spun in a circle on the floor then up and around Jeb's head three
times then bussed him on the cheek.  The old man giggled at the familiarity
of a smell, a pheromone, an odor, a presence that filled him.  It was
unmistakably Wes.  It came to rest on the palm of his cupped hand.

"He has weight. A certain mass.  I can feel him."  Exclaimed Jeb as he
walked to the group with Wes's essence in the palm of his hand.  He sat in
one of the overstuffed chairs and gently lowered Wes's light to the arm of
the chair. The light spun around a couple of times, bounced up and down and
then rested.  It seemed happy and they all laughed and felt more
comfortable.

"Don't worry, Son, Big Jim is taking damn good care of our boy.  So is
Beryl and Blaine.  Billy and Oscar will be hear later this morning with
Master Burt.  Your Master will be here a little later to check on him,
too."  The light glowed brighter in intensity.  Master Jeb put his hand
gently on top as if to pet him and drew in a sharp breath.

"Wasn't expecting to actually feel something but he has considerable mass
and I can feel Wes. Don't know how to explain it but he's there."

"May I pet you, nephew?" Big Jim asked sheepishly of the light.  It moved
swiftly over to the arm rest of Big Jim's chair. "I guess that's a yes."
He laughed nervously.

Big Jim gently placed his huge hand over the light, felt and petted Wes's
essence. Master Beryl had to try, too.  This time the light landed right on
his big lap and Beryl let out a laugh you could hear for a mile. He gently
felt and petted the light.  Then the light flew up to the ceiling and shot
swiftly over to Beau and landed on his back. It made an up and down motion.

"He wants someone to push him into Beau." said Blaine.

"Not without Beau's permission." said Big Jim.  I'm official Dungeon Master
here and I'm responsible for our boy.  Let me ask him."

Big Jim got on the microphone connected to the earphones in Beau's hood.

"Slave." He said gently. "This is your Dungeon Master.  Are you awake?"
Green light. "This is going to sound strange but Wes is here and is asking
to enter you. Is it alright with you?" Green light.

Master Jim shrugged at the other three men and placed his hand over the
light and gently pushed.  All of a sudden, Beau's entire body began to
radiate blue and orange auras like St. Elmo's fire on a ship.  He was
beautiful and radiant.  Almost like a leathered angel.  The four men stood
in awe.

"Now there's a sight you don't see every day."  Big Beryl spoke softly.
The rest chuckled at his low key statement.

"How many people have every witnessed communication with the dead." said
Big Jim.

"You really couldn't call him dead if he's still a sentient presence."
said Jeb.

"Sure makes me feel better about a here after." said Big Beryl.

"Yeah, me too." agreed the other men.

I felt Wes enter me.  Again I took a big deep breath of air. I felt
completely relaxed with my old friend.

"Now, about that piece of pussy you offered me earlier..."  Wes just threw
back his head and laughed.

"You haven't changed a bit.  Not that I'd ever want you to.  You were
always tops in my book, Love, and , yes, I'm here to give you a piece of my
pussy you didn't get to have when I walked on this planet.  They've given
me sexual ability for a while to adjust because of what I was robbed of as
a child.  Damn nice of 'em, too, if you ask me."

"Who is "them" Wes?"

"God's children."  "Angels?" I asked puzzled.

"Not exactly.  They're children of God, like you and me.  I'm not a full
fledged one yet but I'm working on it.  I'll be there soon. Then I'll be
assigned someone to look after for a period of time until some of their
friends or loved ones pass then they'll relieve me.  Then I'll be on an
advisory board of numerous people I've watched over. We'll suggest
judgements but their outcome will be with "it's" final approval."

"It's?"

"Well, yes! It's hard to explain but what we call God is neither male or
female. Yet it's both.  And , huuuuu- neey, can that female side pitch a
bitch.  Woah!  Doggies!  Don't even want to be around when that happens.  A
few of the archangels have seen it and tell horrible stories. Doesn't sound
pretty!  Day of rath stuff!  Fire and brimstone!  Buuurrr!  Really scarey
shit! Could Steven King steal some ideas from that?"

"Well then, God doesn't condemn us for being gay?"

"Must not, Brother, I'm here! God doesn't condemn any kind of love as long
as it's consenting.  Only 'people' condemn each other when they pervert his
word.  Those sanctimonious sons of bitches are the ones that are gonna' be
in big trouble when they try to get here wearing all their finest piety.

"Are you an angel, Wes?"

"We'd all like to think of ourselves that way but no, Darlin', I ain't.
Got no wings and won't have none either.  Children of God don't really need
'em.  I can go anywhere I like just by thinking about it.  What do I need
with wings?  Although I will have to admit, Michael, the big guy, is one
sexy dev...excuse me, angel.  Damn, he's a eunuch though. If he had a
pee-pee I'd suck him off in a minute.  Yet, Michael's one of the most
masculine of creatures.  I can't figure out why God would make him sexless
and then give him a permanent five o'clock shadow.  And, his wings.

I don't know why the Big Bopper made the angels sexless but they're all
really nice, gentle souls. They can be pretty fearsome if need be. I never
considered that wings could be sexy but Michael gave me a lift the other
day and boy was that a thrill riding in that big man's arms.

Talk about Big Bird!  Woah!  His wings stretch approximately twenty-five
feet from tip to tip.  Few planes can boast that.  Nevertheless, he can be
hell on wheels according to a few rumors I've heard around here. I wouldn't
want him mad at me.  Not much chance.

I give him a lot of love I learned down here. I got our Master, you, Master
Jeb, my uncle and dad Walker to thank for that.  I really like Michael and
he's taken a shine to me, I think.  I've slept in his arms a few nights.
There's no greater feeling of security than when you're in the arms of an
archangel and he folds those big wings around you.

One of his mates watched over me when the demon did those horrible things
to me. You remember, the one that taught me to go into the secret room. He
would come and hold me until the demon finished with me. His name is
Jonathan. He introduced me to Michael.

They're both really beautiful. You know how gorgeous our Master is, well
double that and you have some idea of Michael.  He's not at all stuck up
either.  He has time for everybody.  Kids crawl up in his lap and he tells
them stories by the hour.

I admit to crawling up in his lap a couple times myself.  So what?  He
didn't push me away.  He knew I never had that as a child. He just hugged
and loved me. They don't have sex but that doesn't stop them from radiating
love to anyone that needs it.  It's kind a like getting a booster shot to
be around one"

"So God doesn't condemn us for being Gay?  I was so worried about that but
knew I couldn't live my life any other way."

"You love, don't you?" asked Wes.

"Lately, everyone I come in contact with who is even remotely connected
with our family, I fall head over heels in love with.  Yes, I'm very much
in love and feel loved.  For the first time in my life, Wes, except for
you, of course."

"Good for you, Beau!" smiled Wes.  "That's all God cares about. That you
learned how to love while you were here.  That you learned not only to give
but to receive love.  What do you think heaven is built on?  No, it ain't
rock n' roll." He said laughing as he took off his clothes.

Wes stood nude in front of me almost a God himself.  Damn, was he
transformed.  From just a small little buddy of mine to this body beautiful
with the cutest little cunt you ever saw.  I immediately got rock hard. Not
to be missed by Wes as he smiled wickedly.

"I knew you'd approve. We may not get another chance 'cause I'm looking
after some other folks right now so let's make this a good one, Darlin'"
Wes joked with me, "I think I shook up the others out there with my little
blue light routine.

I can appear anyway I want. That always gets 'em though.  They can relate
to it more as a si-fi thing than reality.  A little blue light they can
understand.  An apparition is a little harder for them to swallow.  Too
threatening.

Somehow I found myself stretched out on a comfortable bed making sweet love
to Wes (David) of my past.  Damn, he was hot.  He reached down and guided
my erection into his little man-cunt. I felt the greatest sensation as I
slowly lowered myself into his depths.  It felt like it was made for my
dick.

"I knew you'd think that."  he said laughing and working his hips under me.

"Fuck me good and hard, Beau. Gimme' some of your sweet lovin' then take me
hard like our Master does.  Damn, I miss him for that.  He knew how to make
my pussy sing for hours afterward.  I know you can, Darlin.'"

I wasn't going to let him down. Beau continued to radiate an aura that
change colors from blues to golds to deep reds and royal purples. Jeb went
off the make a phone call. The three other men sat and watched in wonder.

They could see Beau's penis being manipulated on it's own.  Something was
stroking it and Beau was responding as best he could in the bondage.  It
didn't really seem that the bondage was too much of a problem.  The
pheromones that were emanating from these auras were enough to make all
three men want to pounce on each other.

"Damn and 'tarnation!" stated Big Beryl, "Is that making you guys as hot as
it is me? To be sitting here watching this...well, just look at me?"  They
laughed at his roaring erection.

"Every bit as hot, Dad." answered Big Jim." I can't believe what I'm
seeing; however, my dick it telling me it's very real."

"Get your butt on the futon, Blaine. That little ass hasn't been fucked
tonight and I need to show it equal time."

"There is a God!"  Blaine said under his breath but loud enough both men
could hear it and laugh. "That's making both holes drip, Dad. Love to have
you come in by the back door. Listen to me I sound like a two bit whore."

"When ju' raise your prices, Hon?"  Dad asked laughing. Jim and Blaine
roared with laughter.

"Good one, Dad."  smiled Blaine

"Now get on the leather bed and hit the position."  He barked as he snapped
his fingers at his slave.  Blaine leaped for the futon and his feet were
around his head, his arms rapped tightly around his legs to hold them in
position.

Blaine raised his ass for maximum ease of entrance for his Master, ready
for his old man to mount him like a cowboy mounts his horse just after he's
robbed a bank.  Blaine wasn't disappointed when the old man dropped his cod
piece leaned over his slave for him to slather it good with his spit and
make a little love to it.

Beryl moved to the foot of the futon and Blaine watched carefully to raise
or lower his ass for his Master's ease.  He lowered it just a little and
felt the old man swiftly lean in toward him and he was instantly filled
with his Master's dick.

Blaine sucked in air and began to thank his Master for taking him hard.  He
needed that and he promised to give him the best fuck he possibly could. He
knew his Master needed to get some good slave, ass fucking in tonight and
please Master take all of that worthless slave ass-pussy you want. His
slave always appreciated a good butt fucking from his Master but something
was magic about tonight and he needed it as much as his Master.

"That's enough, slave.  You talk to me again when your Master is getting
the good stuff and you're giving it up to me.  I want to hear how good that
big fourteen incher is doing you then slave."

"Yes, Sir, Master."  Beryl rolled Blaine over on his side and started
fucking him from behind.

"Come on, Son." He spoke to Big Jim "Climb on board. He needs it in the
front too.  He can handle us both."

"Please, Master Jim."  Blaine urged.

"Ordinarily I wouldn't but since you're both so kind to offer, shit, here I
come, Blaine." Old Babe was already poking out of his cod piece and it
leaped out as he unsnapped it.  There Babe stood straight out from the
giant harder than he had remembered it getting since the last time Beau
sucked him off.  The Dungeon Master lay on his side and Blaine ask
permission to guide him home.  Permission given, Blaine had the big man's
dick sunk in his man-cunt to the depths.

The slave in bondage was unaware of what was going on upon the leather
covered futon less than three feet away from him.  He was getting some good
stuff from a child of God or as Wes jokingly called himself, "Earth angel."

Wes was moving his hips about and fucking more like a demon from the other
realm.  He knew that his Earthly savior number two was about to get it and
he wanted to make it as good for him as possible. He started pushing his
muscular hips upward to meet each of Beau's strong sure strokes.  Wes
arched his back,...

The three men lay joined together stopped their fucking for a moment to
watch as Beau arched in the sling and levitated unfettered by the chains.
He was suspended in bondage, floating in mid air.  All the snap clips
popped open and Beau was free of his chains floating toward the ceiling of
the dungeon in mid-air fucking what seem to be nothing.

"Would you look at that?!" whispered Big Beryl to the other two men.  The
three men watched as Beau erupted like Mt. St. Helens.  One huge orgasm,
followed by two smaller ones.  He slowly sank and dropped back to the
suspension of the chains.  Every snap clip popped back on to his harness.

"You need to stop and clean him up, Son?"

"Naw!  He'll be all right 'til we get this slave taken care of and then
I'll tend to him.  Besides he's making some sweet love to Wes right about
now."  The two big men continued to fuck Blaine until he started to vibrate
all over and yelled to them.

"Oh, God, Masters! I can't hold it much longer.  Dad, I'm so sorry but this
is too much for me to hold.  You both are hitting the button one right
after the other."

"Get it slave! You have both our permission!"  Blaine tried to bury Big
Jim's dick in his man-cunt as he felt his ass try to bite off his Master's
dick in his ass.

He shot and kept shooting as his Master and the Dungeon Master got theirs
at the same time.  Blaine got so damn excited he shot the second time out
his relocated piss hole making him wet between his legs. He started
thanking the two Masters and was exhausted as Big Jim pulled out and handed
Blaine a damp towel.

"Not tonight." Barked Big Beryl as he grabbed the towel from Blaine and
threw it on the bed.  He moved down and snapped his fingers for Blaine to
hit the position. Blaine responded as fast as he could. Blaine's Master
smiled at his slave and started eating Blaine's come off the leather bed
covering.

He got his slave's load lapped up then moved up to clean around his
legs. Beryl teased the hell out of Blaine as he tongued and sucked on the
sensitive little hole to get it clean.  Blaine thought he had died and gone
to heaven.

His Master rolled him over on top of him so he could drain Blaine's cunt of
the Dungeon Master's load.  Big Beryl tongued and sucked his slave's cunt
until he had gathered all of Master Jim's hot come in his mouth.

He moved his body up to hold his slave in his arms and make love to
him. When Blaine opened his mouth to his Master, Big Beryl slowly fed him
the Dungeon Master's load.  Blaine realized what his Master was doing and
began to moan his approval.  He greedily began to suck at his Master's
mouth for as much of the man juice as his Master would allow him until he
had it all.

He and his Master hadn't had such intense, unbridled passionate sex in a
long time and they were awash in their renewed bond. Blaine was working
hard to rededicated himself to be the slave he knew his Master wanted. He
was determined he would be that slave.

He passed the barrier of self importance to a higher ideal, a better vision
of the two of them and their separate roles, united in acceptance, trust
and love for the greater importance of the whole.  The complete entity of
Master and slave.  He wanted to be that other part of Beryl.

His Master had always left the door open for him.  All he had to do was
walk through, pull up a chair, humbly accept his role and join the banquet.

A Master is no more important than his slave.  His slave is only as
important as his Master allows him to be but each must become important to
the other for the ultimate satisfaction of male bonding.  Each must rest
comfortably within the other's parameters.

Big Beryl finished cleaning his slave and they were laying together making
love as Jeb came down the stairs with a man unfamiliar to Big Beryl.
Blaine recognized him immediately as Jim Redfeather or Chief as Blaine knew
him.

"Dad it's the Chief, Jim Redfeather, that Master Earl told us about on the
phone the other night.  Still naked, Blaine ran to him, fell at his feet
and kissed both his boots.  Jim put his hand down for Blaine to kiss and
put against his forehead.

"Get up here, Lt. Kelley and show this Master love!"  Blaine jumped up,
kissed an hugged Chief.  Kissed him and hugged him again.  Then he started
crying and so did Chief.

"Chief, you're the last person I'd expect to come down those stairs."

"Didn't Beau tell you I'm working for him now?"

"Well, we haven't had a chance to talk to him since the last pool party but
Master Earl told us about you."  Big Beryl had walked up with all fourteen
inches still wet from fucking his slave hanging out of his leathers.
Blaine introduced the two men. Chief started laughing as he shook Big
Beryl's hand.

"Sir, it's an honor and a privilege to meet Lt. Kelley's Master.  I don't
mean to be rude by laughing, Sir, but I'm just getting use to meeting
people who think nothing of running around with each other in the raw.
It's delightful and I look forward to it myself."

"It's an honor to meet you, too, Son. If it'll make you feel more at home
you're certainly welcome to take yours off."

"With Master Jeb's permission, I will."

"Follow your heart, Son.  You're with people who love you." Chief began to
take his clothes off and laid his leathers and clothes in a neat pile in
one of the holding cells.  He could see the auras that Beau was giving off
as he came back to join the other men.

"I'd say he's having sex with someone or just got through." stated the fine
looking man.

"How'd you know that?"  asked Big Jim.

"I can see auras around people but his isn't hard to see.  You can see it
can't you?" He directed his question to all the men present. They all
nodded in agreement.

"It was brighter a while ago when he was having sex with Wes.  He levitated
out of the chains and reached a climax.  It's still all over the deck
there.  I haven't cleaned him up yet. I was just going to do that."

"Can I help, Master Jim?"

"If you like, Son.  Damn Chief, you're a fine looking young man out of your
clothes.  You're good looking in your clothes but like that
you...uhh.... sort of stand out, so to speak."

Then the big man laughed at his own joke.  As Big Jim and the Chief cleaned
up under Beau and wiped him off with a warm, damp towel Jeb told Beryl and
Blaine how he and Big Jim had come to meet Jim Redfeather and was hoping to
help him gain admittance into the family.

"He's got my vote." spoke up Blaine quickly, 'Course mine don't count for
much but I like to think the old man takes my opinion into consideration
once in a while.  I knew Chief in Nam and I had no idea he was the one that
patched our boy up.  That makes him all right in my book."

"Have to go with my slave on this one, Jeb.  Besides, he's too damn pretty
not to let in the family."  he laughed his big laugh.

While helping Big Jim clean Beau, Chief watched Big Jim carefully. Chief
observed the loving care the Dungeon Master put into cleaning his slave in
training.  They walked away and sat in the big chairs.

"You're deeply in love with, Beau." He stated softly not to be heard by the
others who were deep in their own conversation.  Big Jim looked at him like
he was an impertinent school boy then smiled at the good looking young man.

"You still interested in subbing for me, Son?" An obvious move to change
the subject.

"Sure, Master Jim, if you look me in the eye and answer my last question."
Chief insisted.

"Not gonna' let me get away with that one, are you?" He looked down at his
beer.

"You know I can't sub for you if you're in love with my friend and he's in
love with you. You knew that before you asked me the question.  I'm honored
you would even think to ask me but I knew that afternoon we met there was
something between you. I asked Beau on the way home what was going on. He
did the same thing you did, changed the subject.  I didn't push but I felt
pain....some sorrow.  Was I wrong, Master?"

"Well, it looks like you're gonna' be family so I'll tell you the
truth. Yes! I love him more than I've ever loved any man in my life.  I'd
do almost anything to insure his happiness.  Beau and I fell in love the
minute we laid eyes on each other.

Beau followed his heart and told me he fell in love with me. I rejected him
knowing all the while I was lying to myself.  I should have claimed him
right then and there but Jeb had someone else in mind for him.  He asked me
not to interfere but it was too late.

I all ready fell head over heels in love with the little shit.  I did what
my life long friend asked of me without even questioning him or asking him
to reconsider.  Beau met Earl by accident.  Maybe not by accident, the
jury's still out on that one.  Anyway, they spent one weekend together and
fell in love. Does that answer your question, Son?"

"Eloquently, Sir. I won't go into it but it must be tough knowing he is
intended for Master Earl."

"Yes and no.  Yes, that he's going to be any other man's slave.  That he's
going to be Earl D. Shaw's slave, no.  If I were given a choice of any
Master I would rather see him with other than me it would be Earl.  Not
only because he's my Brother in our family but because he's a good, honest,
caring, demanding, tough disciplined Master.

As Earl's property, Beau will have a chance to bloom as the slave he was
meant to be.  He will be loved by a big hearted man that knows how to give
and receive love from his slave without blurring the lines.  Under me?
Well, I'd spoil him rotten."  Big Jim smiled a wicked smile and laughed.

"However, the main reason is, forces beyond my control seem to insist that
the two of them were made for each other, and Master Earl D. Shaw, my
brother, is hopelessly smitten....'round the bend.....over the
hill....crazy in love with the kid!  Surely, you noticed that? "  he said
yanking Chief's chain.

"I did see it.  It's right there but I couldn't understand the love between
you and Beau.  Certainly, it's none of my business, especially since I'm
new to this group, but it intrigued me. How does Beau handle it?"

"Jeb required Beau to spend a weekend with us after his initial weekend
with Earl.  Jeb's a wise man when it comes to affairs or the human heart
and he wanted to cement the bond between Beau and Earl.  Absence makes the
heart grow fonder stuff.  You know what I'm talking about."  Chief nodded
his head in agreement.

"Well, Beau let his hair down with me, laid his cards on the table, pulled
down all the fences, exposed his feelings bare to me. He was brave enough
to give me a second chance and I wasn't about to hold back or be coy the
second time. We decided to love each other as much as we could.  Not to
hold back when alone and accept the circumstances of our lives.  He's more
than kept his part of the agreement and I hope I have as well.

He loves me as much as I do him but it's evolving to a different kind of
love than passion. Oh, there's passion there, too. We have become
relatives.  He's like the kid brother I never had.  He's like the best
friend in grade school you could tell the secrets of your soul and know
he'll never tell anyone.

Furthermore, he will never laugh at you.  Maybe with you but never at
you. He makes me laugh. He can find something funny in almost
anything. He's one of the only people in my life that can make me laugh at
myself.  He's a natural clown and can innocently keep Jeb and I in stitches
by the hour.

Finally, Beau is becoming my slave-child that I will be fathering to his
new world of Master/slaves. In a metaphorical sense, with my new role as
Dungeon Master, Beau will become, in essence, my first born slave- child to
graduate under my teaching. I want only the best for him and will do my
part to see he gets it."

"Damn, Master Jim, I hope someone can say something that wonderful about me
someday with half the conviction." said Jim Redfeather softly. "I respect
both your feelings but my answer would have to be , no, Sir.  I wanted to
try subbing for you but I can't.  You understand why."

"I do, Chief.  Lighten up, I may talk you into it yet.  Remember, Beau
wants the same for me.  If he thought there was a glimmer of a chance
between you and me he would insist on us trying. I know him that well.

Time changes a lot of things, Chief.  You may feel differently after Beau
starts living with Earl D. on a permanent basis.  Then, too, you may find a
slave yourself and fall in love. I don't think you have what it takes to be
a slave or sub for a man. That's not a put down.  It simply means I don't
think you could think of yourself that way for too long.  It may fascinate
you to try, it did me."

"You mean you've tried being a slave to a man?"

"When I was younger, yes. The man was kind enough to realize I was really
trying but my heart wasn't in it.  If I ever could do anything for you it
may be to let you sub for me for a period of time, then call 'Kings-X' and
see what you think. I know what you'd say."

"To be honest, Sir, I think I do, too.  It's just that you're the type of
man I've always dreamed of having for a big brother."

"Well, hell, Kid.  That's easy enough.  Give it time and you'll have that
big brother.  I could use another little brother.  I'm gonna' lose mine in
a couple months and I'm taking applications." He smiled the sweetest smile
at Jim Redfeather that melted Chief's heart.

"Thank you, Master Jim, I'll look forward to the day I'm deserving enough
in your eyes to call me brother."

"Fine, now go put on your leathers and remember, you're a Master.  Why?
Because your big Bro. told you so, Son." Chief smiled at the sentiment and
scurried to pull his leathers and boots on.

"Look!" someone said and pointed to Beau.  The aura was gone and the little
blue ball of light emerged from the same place it entered.  It sat on
Beau's back and remained there for a few minutes.  Jeb walked up to Beau
and held out his hand toward the blue light.

"Here Son, sit in my hand.  You're loved here, you know that."  It buzzed
around his head three times and sat in his hand as everyone gathered in
awe.

"My people speak of a blue light but this is the first time I've witnessed
it." Chief said almost in a whisper so not to excite the spirit. It spun
twice in Jeb's hand then buzzed three times around Chief's head and bussed
him on the cheek, too.  He got a funny smile on his face.

"I could smell him and know who he was. It was Wes. I felt him at Master
Earl's house the night I had dinner with him, Beau, Dirk and Allen.  That's
phenomenal." The light flew up and headed up the stairway and was gone.

"I better check with our boy and find out if he's all right."  Big Jim
moved to the microphone and pressed the button.

"Your Dungeon Master wants to know if his slave is all right after that
experience?" Green light.  "From now on you are to inform all poltergeist
that visitation hours have been suspended until further notice or prior
arrangement has been made and agreed to by your Dungeon Master."  He added
in a laughing voice.  Green light.

"You hungry slave?"  Red light.

"Then your Dungeon Master is setting you adrift for a while. Use the time
wisely, slave." They did leave their slave alone for a good, long while
with no sounds or stimulus.



Part II ~ Lost in Inner-Space


"Rocket Man!  Shooting off into the areozone, Taking me a long, long way
from home.  It'll be a long, long time and then, 'till splash down brings
me 'round again I'm a Rocket Man!"

Bernie Taupin

It was Saturday morning early when Master Bert arrived with Oscar and
Billy. Oscar was aglow with love.  So was Master Bert.  They were good
together.  Billy acted like the proud but unhappy mother that was losing
her baby. Everyone was supportive of both.

Billy would get by, his family would see to that.  They included him in
everything, just as they had when he and Oscar had been running together.
They were included in all family events. Master Bert joined the others in
the dungeon.

Billy and Oscar checked on their brother slave to be, then headed for the
kitchen.  They brought food and drink for all and knew their way around
twenty-five different kitchens all over Southern California.

Soon the smells of breakfast, coffee and other goodies filled the
house. Once again Oscar was the sole, undisputed Master Chef running his
kitchen like a well oiled clock.  Billy never questioned a task. He knew
better.  When Oscar took charge the food came out on time, was always
delicious and there was plenty of it. If you volunteered for kitchen help
you did the task Oscar assigned you.  There were no small tasks in his
kitchen.

  It was getting on toward ten o'clock and Master Earl arrived with
assortments of coffee cakes and four dozen doughnuts.  It became a party
mood.  Everyone were celebrating the training of their new family member.

Chief and Master Jeb came up from the dungeon when Earl D. Shaw arrived on
his bike.  They greeted Earl and led him into the kitchen where Billy and
Oscar dropped everything to make ritual homage to Master Earl.

Once done, Master Earl turned to introduce Chief to Billy and Oscar who
were completely nude.  Chief responded politely to their rituals but didn't
know what to make of them.  Billy gently took Chief's hand and guided it to
his groin.  He spoke softly to him so's not to embarrass him in front of
the others.

"Go ahead, Chief, feel.  It helps to know we're real people."  Billy smiled
sweetly as the Chief took advantage of his offer and then kissed Billy
again with considerably more interest.  It didn't go unnoticed by the crowd
who started applauding and whooping.  Billy turned and smiled innocently to
every one and simply said to Chief,

"Welcome to the family, Master Redfeather."  The big man blushed.  Everyone
was patting him on the back and laughing with him.

Blaine and Beryl had remained in the dungeon to keep watch with the Dungeon
Master.  Jeb simply turned over the entire bondage trip to Big Jim.  He was
doing an excellent job and Jeb wondered why he hadn't included his friend
in more of the slave training in the past.

Jim helped train numbers of slaves over the years and knew the
drill. What's more, Big Jim was taking on the persona of 'Dungeon Master'
like he never had before and was beginning to be recognize as such by all.
His interest in seeing to Beau's training and helping Jeb more sparked a
keen, new interest in Big Jim to become the Dungeon Master.

The family began to treat him with an elevated respect that he found
appealing. He was beginning to bloom in his new role and Jeb let him run
with it.  He even supported him by starting to defer to him on matters of
Beau's bondage and training.

Jeb never questioned one of Big Jim's decisions which further re-enforced
his status.  Jeb Henshaw was a wise old man.  He knew he had found his
successor.  He never thought Big Jim would be interested in taking over the
slave training from him. It was never discussed between them.

Jim always seemed too restless in the past.  Without warning, he'd load his
bike, take off one day and be gone for months; always to return to Jeb's
front door, throw his arms around his old friend, kiss him, hold him like
was sorry and knew he shouldn't have left. Big Jim was Master Jeb's first
slave.

Years ago before Jeb decided to get into the slave training business he and
Jim were in the service together.  They spent a year in the trenches in
Korea in the last days of that nasty little war. They spent night after
night huddled close to each other, holding each other for warmth.

Everyone had their bunk buddy.  It was just accepted.  You either slept
with your buddy or froze to death.  If you lived through the night by
yourself, you could look forward to frost bite, gangrene, or amputation.

The occasional odd man would be included between two others under their
three bed rolls or even straw when they could find it dry. Jeb and Jim
often sandwiched a smaller, good looking buddy between them.  Of course
there was sex.

It was not only a relief but it built up the ambient heat under whatever
protection they could find.  No one said a word.  They were all doing
it. They would good naturedly joke about who was middle man. Most of the
smaller men found two big ones to sleep between.

Sure they had to put out a little but they slept the warmest at nights and
had the extra mental relief of sleeping between two very large men.  The
old saying, 'If you can't fuck your buddy, who can you fuck?" came from
that period.

It's amazing how much goes on in the military under desperate
circumstances. Head's turn the other way when men are in combat but stick
it to you under more peaceful circumstances.  Unfortunately, we live in a
country that will give you a medal for killing a man and ostracize you for
loving one.

Since they were regular Marines they found themselves in Vietnam during the
early days as military advisors to the South Vietnamese.  They couldn't
stomach what was going on and got out after Jeb contracted some kind of
jungle rot. Jim knew his friend was getting worse.

He wanted to climb on his bike many times since Beau came into his life but
he couldn't leave Jeb. To Big Jim, there was no problem so big it couldn't
be run away from.  Not because he was a weak but because he was a terribly
sensitive man.

He couldn't tolerate hurt from people and tried his best never to hurt
anyone.  Now, he was being forced to cope with a situation that he'd simply
run from in the past. He knew his friend, his brother, his love, needed him
and this was one time he knew he couldn't run away.

Jeb was there so many times for Jim.  Big Jim always felt secure he had a
home no matter how long he was gone.  He knew as long as Jeb was alive, he
would always have a home.  Now the prospect of losing his rock, his
foundation for any semblance of stability, the only love of his life he
could always depend on, was unsettling to him.

We usually don't think of big men as sensitive. It doesn't seem to fit the
persona Hollywood would have us believe of all big men.  We think 'big
man','strong man'; however, that's not always the case. We can't see what's
inside. The giant began to draw strength from his love for Beau.

Rather than be depressed he couldn't have Beau in the long run, he was
bound and determined to see Beau became the best possible slave for Earl
D. Shaw. He began to work Beau's butt off at the gym.  He'd chuckle to
himself after they got home and showered together secretly admiring the
results of his pushing.

Beau was developing a beautiful set of tits.  Tits that cried out to be
ringed by a worthy Master. Big Jim would not fail to point that out to his
new intended Master.  He wanted to see a big ring through each of those
tits.

Brunch was served.  Chief, and Master Jeb took their food to the dungeon so
Big Jim, Beryl and Blaine could come up and eat.  They needed some time
away from the dungeon to socialize. Everyone sat at the huge outdoor oak
table under the big avocado tree Jeb planted years ago when he first moved
there. Well, he didn't actually plant it.  He left the pot there and it
grew into the ground.  Big Beryl was at the head of the table, stood and
raised his glass.

"Gentlemen, Master, slaves. Our thanks to the preparers of this fine food.
Health, love and prosperity to our family."  Here, here's all around and
glasses clinking made for a happy occasion. Oscar blushed at Master Beryl's
sentiment.  Master Bert put his arm around him and squeezed him.  Master
Beryl took Oscar's hand and gently squeezed it in thanks.  Oscar blushed
more.

"Master Bert?" Questioned Big Beryl the acknowledged but somewhat
unofficial head of the family clan Mc Innis.

"Yes Sir?"  He replied.

"Have you decided when you would like to claim this worthy slave and our
family member as your property?"

"It has been discussed and we have tentatively set a date but we're
flexible if it isn't a good time to have the maximum of my slave's family
present."

"And that date would be...?"

"My slave wanted our new young slave, Beau, to stand with him as well as
his brother Billy.  In fact, they both have requested him.  It's more than
fine with me.  I would consider it an honor and a blessing to our union to
have him stand with my slave to be."  Master Bert said looking directly at
Master Earl who smiled and raised his glass in approval.

"However, we realize his training schedule is tight and in three weekends
his visitations will begin.  We thought if possible to have our ceremony
the same evening that he becomes a full fledged slave and may then stand up
for my slave as a full brother."

There was applause of approval from around the table.

"Further more I have asked Master Earl to stand with me and I would
appreciate it, Sir, as head of this family if you would do us both the
honor of standing with me as well."

Big Beryl blushed at the general applause from around the table.

"I'd be the one to be honored, Master Bert and I gratefully accept your
invitation to stand with you.  If it's all right with our Dungeon Master,
Big Jim, and Master Jeb I think it would be a perfect time."  Everyone
agreed.  The two men shook hands on it and everyone was happy with the
timing.

"It sounds like a fine idea to me." said the new Dungeon Master, "We have
plenty of room in the auditorium. There are lots of tables for food for a
reception and celebration later.  We own the vacant lot next door where
there's plenty of room for bike parking.

We have no neighbors up here to speak of.  I think it's a fine idea. I'll
discuss it with Master Jeb but don't foresee any problems.  I'll let you
know definitely a little later this morning. I can tell you our young slave
will be thrilled.  Right, Master Earl?"

Earl D. winked at Big Jim and spoke, "He'll be thrilled.  He loves Oscar
and Billy very much."  Then he asked Billy to tell the story of Beau
carrying Billy's picture in his wallet for seven years in Nam and still
carrying it to this day never thinking that he would one day meet his
boyhood idol.  The assembled people who hadn't heard the story were agog.

"I couldn't believe when he unfolded this small picture of me out of some
muscle magazine from the early sixties.  It was worn thin and the colors
faded but there was no mistaking the image.  It was me."  Tears were coming
to Billy's eyes.  "So you all can understand why Oscar and I want him to
stand with us."  Everyone agreed.

Big Jim finished and excused himself to go to the dungeon to speak with his
partner and check on his charge.  Jeb and Chief were talking quietly and
finished eating.  Jim sat down and began to outline what Bert had asked of
Big Beryl.  Jeb listened for a moment then spoke.

"Jim, if you don't mind, I'd appreciate it if you would make these
decisions from now on.  I accept whatever you think's best. It's going to
be all I can do to get through my part of our boys training.  I may have
you sit in on most of it in case you might wish to do it again in the
future.  Chief you might be interested, too.  You're young and could be a
big help to your big brother here."  Jeb smiled a knowing smile.  Chief
blushed.

"I'd be happy to serve and learn, Master Jeb. I would be honored."

"Sounds good to me, too." said the Dungeon Master as he extended his hand
in welcome to Jim Redfeather.  Chief took the big man's hand and shook it
firmly.

"All right, Son, find six square pieces of paper about four inches and mark
the numbers 1 on the first , 2 on the second. Since we have four of the six
Masters here this morning we're going to draw for the weekend placement for
our slave.

You'll get to pick one as well Chief since you've paid your deposit in
full.  Sam and Yoshie are out of town this weekend and so is Dirk and
Allen. We have their permission to draw for them.  I'll ask Billy to draw
for Dirk and I'll draw for Sam."

Jeb helped Chief with the papers and Chief carefully numbered each.  They
were folded and placed in a large tupperware mixing bowl. Big Jim carried
the bowl out to the table were the Masters were sitting still drinking
coffee.

"Weekend placement drawing for our new slave, Gentleman.  We have four of
the six Masters that have paid deposits and I will draw for Master
Sam. Billy will draw for Master Dirk.  Now, who will be first?"  Everyone
looked around.  Big Beryl took the lead.

"I will say who goes first.  There should be some prerogatives for the head
of this family." They all laughed but agreed with the old man.

"Earl first, for obvious reasons. Then we'll go by age.  The oldest next
which will be me. Bert will be next.  You draw for Sam next, Jim. Sorry
young man," He spoke to Chief, "you'll have to settle for last."  He
laughed.

"Not a problem, Sir." laughed Chief.

"No one open until we've all drawn, agreed?"  They all agreed. The bowl was
passed, each man took a square of paper and Big Beryl gave the okay to open
them.

"Okay, who got number one?" Asked Big Beryl.

"Looks like Sam and Yoshie." said Big Jim.

"We got number two."  Beryl said.

"Number three said Earl D."

"Four." said Bert

"Dirk and Allen got five." said Billy

"Six." said Chief.

Big Jim copied the order on a piece of paper he had.

"Okay, starting the first weekend of next month our boy will spend the
weekend with Master Sam and Yoshie.  The next weekend with Master Beryl and
Blaine.  Followed by Master Earl, Master Bert, Master Dirk and Allen, and
last and certainly not least, our new Master, Master Jim.

Good!  There are possibly two more available. By the way, it is agreed that
we will have Master Bert and Oscars transference the same night that our
boy becomes a slave."  They all applauded.

"May I bring up one other thing, Gentlemen?" Master Bert asked.

"Certainly, Sir." replied the Dungeon Master. Bert pushed an envelope to
the Dungeon Master. "There's two hundred cash for one more Master.  This
Master is known to me, my slave Oscar, Billy and many of my previous
family. He would be interested in a new slave.  He's requested a weekend
with Beau.  You might know him as well, Master Jim. He goes by the name,
'Master Bear.'"

"No, I can't say's I do."  If you, your slave and Billy vouch for him I
will accept his deposit as Jeb has given me full charge in these matters.
May I speak to your intended slave and Billy concerning this, Sir?"

"Of Course, let's call Oscar."  Billy was already there and Oscar joined
him.

"Do you slaves know this man, Master Bear?  Is he a valid member of a
family such as ours and would he make a good and sane Master for our
slave."

"Absolutely!" Said Oscar.

"One of the best Masters around and handsome as the devil himself." said
Billy.  Earl D. tried not to show it but was unsettled by the introduction
of this new Master.  He had to get Oscar and Billy aside and question them
further.  The Dungeon Master accepted the money and agreed to set a weekend
aside for Master Bear

"I received a phone call earlier today and Master Zack has sent two hundred
dollars in the mail for a weekend reservation with our slave.  Since he is
our family I will give him the seventh week end and Master Bear the last
weekend. Then it's done.

There are several other deposits from Masters that wish a evening with our
slave.  Five in all so far.  We won't accept any further deposits for
weekends with our slave to be. We'll have an open house the Saturday that
bidding is due and our slave's new owner will be announced that evening.

All bids must be in my hand by six in the evening..  Our new slave will be
on display all afternoon for any Master's final inspection. Announcements
will be sent to all family members regarding the rules and times.  Jeb and
I are hosting an open bar, catered party with food and drinks for all in
celebration."




Part III ~ Deep River, Muddy Waters

"I gits weary and sick of trying' I'm tired of livin' and scared of dying,
But Old Man river, he just keeps rolling along" Jerome Kern

I was fed again.  It was my fourth feeding so I knew it had to be late
Saturday afternoon. I had let my mind drift where it wanted to go.  I
didn't try to control it. I kept returning to my childhood and remembed
begging my mother to take care of my little brother and sister.

Most of the time she would be depressed or on medications that made her so
dysfunctional she couldn't do anything.  Sometimes she would be dead drunk.
I complained over and over to my dad to try to get him to do something,
anything about it.

He would pat me on the head and tell me what a good boy I was to help but
he would do nothing.  It must have been hard for him but I don't think he
ever stopped to think how hard it was on me and how it shaped my life. He
remained with her all those years.

He never had an affair that I know of.  He never had time.  He went to work
every day and brought home his pay check. I had to buy groceries or no one
would have been fed. Dad gave me a weekly household allowance and I would
buy everything for the week I thought we needed.

I became good at clipping coupons and shopping values.  I became a wife to
my dad and a mother to my brother and sister. I became a slave to them.

It didn't stop until I left for college.  I wiped their noses, tied their
shoes, fed them, cleaned up after them, kissed their tears away, did the
laundry and gave them love.  If the results of my childhood was that I was
imprinted as a slave, as an adult, I wanted some token for my efforts.

One night I got out one of my muscle magazines I hid under two loose boards
in the bottom of my closet.  I was looking at my love, Clancey Mc Gee. My
dad walked in and caught me playing with myself.  I was mortified.  He
grabbed the magazine out of my hand, took a hard look at it and then got a
smile on his face.

"He's one hell of a good looking man, Son."  He handed me the magazine back
and messed my hair, "Maybe I'll borrow it from you later.  I haven't jacked
off in a couple of years and he is a hot one."

I was floored. Could my dad have been gay or was he just trying to be
magnanimous so I wouldn't feel bad?  I don't know that he ever had any
other contacts. He was regular as clock work.  I knew his schedule and he
never varied. Could he have discovered late in life he was gay and stopped
having sex with my mother? Was that why she was so miserable all those
years?

  He never borrowed the magazine but once again when he caught me jacking
off he asked if I needed any help. I assured him I didn't. He winked and
closed the door.  Would he have?  Did he want that?  Had I become his wife
in his mind?

I took care of him.  Made sure his clothes were washed, ironed, and
folded. I put them exactly where he liked them. After my Mother died when I
came home from the service he would find someway to be alone with me.

He was never physical but would cry sitting in the car with me.  He would
tell me how much he loved me and he appreciated my help all those years.
He would express how bitterly he missed me.  He not only loved me as a Son,
he fell in love with me.  The realization of that brought a flood of tears
from me that left me heaving in the sling.  So much so I heard a voice on
the ear phones.

"Slave, I'm here for you. You're being watched over by those who love
you. Are you in physical pain?"  Red light.

"Are you facing yourself?"  Green light.

"It won't be long now until your evening fuck so that should give you
something to look forward to.  We brought in another guest fucker this
evening.  Hang in there, slave."

They left me alone and I felt much better understanding the epiphany that I
just experienced.  Why?  Had I always known but never wanted to admit it to
myself?

"Everyone was still chatting at the table.  Either having a beer or more
coffee. It was getting dark. Big Jim approached Earl D. and asked to speak
to him in private.  Earl followed the Dungeon Master to the auditorium.

"Jeb has turned over all of the Dungeon Master decisions to me.  Don't
spread it around but he is getting worse and doesn't have the strength to
see this through to completion without a lot of help from me and maybe
Chief.

I'm enjoying the hell out of playing Dungeon Master, as you can probably
tell but I wanted you to know about Jeb's condition.  I know how close the
two of you are."  Earl thanked Big Jim.

"Second thing, our boy is going into fugue state and facing some dragons.
He needs a solid physical communion with someone who loves him and whom he
loves. Would you consider giving him his evening fuck?

I'll clear the dungeon for you and you may be alone with him if you like.
The only rule is no verbal communication. You may communicate volumes
through your dick.  As Dungeon Master I would appreciate it if you
would. He needs you right now."

"You know I will.  You don't have to ask anyone to leave. I'm perfectly
comfortable with our family.  Any or all that want to, may watch."

"There's a small pin spot that will light only the area of his ass and you
won't even be aware of anyone else.  I'll tell everyone that wants to watch
to find a folding chair and take it to the dungeon or they may sit on the
floor."

The Dungeon Master went around and quietly told everyone.  Surprisingly,
not every one wanted to watch.  Jeb retired to his bedroom and looked
bad. Chief was all ready in the dungeon and so were Beryl and Blaine.
Billy decided to join the group in the basement to leave Bert and Oscar
alone for a while.

Everyone settled and Earl followed Big Jim down into the dungeon. Big Jim
turned off all lights except one tiny pin spot aimed right on Beau's ass.
The Dungeon Master removed Beau's plug into a waiting towel and patted his
ass.

"Master Earl..."  The Dungeon Master motioned for Master Earl to come
forward. "Master Earl will need a slave for lubricant and to get him
primed."

"Blaine!" Barked Master Beryl.  Blaine was on his knees in front of Master
Earl.

He first kissed each of his boots as Master Earl offered his hand.  He
kissed it and placed it to his forehead for further orders.

"Clean my cod piece slave and I'll tell you when you may remove it."

Blaine thanked him and threw his all into cleaning, licking, and sucking on
the handsome Master's big cod piece.  He could feel Master Earl's snake
start to engorge itself inside as the piece became more filled.  After he
had gone over every inch several times it was wet from his attention.

"You may remove it, slave.  You did a good job of cleaning and paying
homage to this Master.  You're a credit to your good Master."

Blaine caught an upper snap in his teeth and pulled the entire piece off.
Master Earl's sizable cock flopped straight out into his face.  It was
delicious looking to Blaine and he was hungry for some good hot Cop dick.

"May I, Master?"

"Yes, Son."

Blaine started by kissing the head and then making love to the entire
length of the shaft.  He kissed each of Master Earl's balls and licked them
a little.

"Clean my balls good for me, slave."

Big Beryl nudged Chief as if to say, "Damn, Earl's a hot Master and my
slave is really doing me proud."  Blaine was in heaven sucking and cleaning
Master Earl's low hanging balls.

"Now, slave, get me good n' hard with a lot of spit."

That was the order Blaine was waiting for.  He began to suck and take more
and more of Master Earl down his throat.  Master Earl turned him sideways
to the assembled family so they could get a better view.

Big Beryl leaned over to Chief an whispered " My slave's gonna' get fucked
tonight, big time! Woah!"  Master Earl was fully erect and ready to fuck
some slave-boy butt.

"That'll be enough, slave."

Blaine again kissed each of his boots and Master Earl once more held his
hand for him.  After completing the ritual he spoke to Blaine.

"Rise, slave and give this Master your love."  Blaine was in his arms in an
instant.  Master Earl laid a kiss on Blaine that made Blaine go limp.
Master Beryl slapped his knee and laughed softly.

"Thank you, slave."  Master Earl said softly to Blaine.

"My pleasure, Sir, my pleasure."  You could tell Blaine wasn't lying.

Master Earl moved to his intended slave in the sling. You could have heard
a cockroach fart it was so quiet in the dungeon as he placed his big dick
on his slave's rosebud.  He reached up and grabbed the chains in front of
his slave.  He lunged forward and in one swift, fluid movement sunk his
dick deep into his slave. He felt his balls swing and bang beneath him.
There were several gasps at his entrance.

I felt a large dick slammed into my ass and pushed back and up to receive
it as Master Jeb taught me so many weeks ago.  It was wonderful to feel
someone in me again.  At first I thought it was Master Jim but it didn't
have quite the same feel.

My evening fucker let my ass adjust for a good while taking a small stroke
or two to relax my hole.  Then the first couple of good strokes I knew I
had a Cadillac in my garage. It was my Master and I wiggled my ass in
excitement.

"You can't fool this kid." He spoke softly to the peanut gallery, "He just
told me he know's it's me."  He laughed as he took another couple of good,
long. deep strokes into me.

Shit!! Son of a bitch!  Damn!! Hell! Fuck!!  My Master felt good and I was
trying my best to help him get the best of my ass that he could.  He
obviously was enjoying this.  I could feel a certain joy in his strokes.

I know it sounds crazy but I could feel this must have been unexpected and
he was not going to let the opportunity pass without making this a
memorable fuck.  Tonight he was my Cadillac and I hoped he might shift
gears to let his animal drive.

What the hell, slave, you're getting fucked by your Master.  It's his
pleasure that's important, not yours.  Give it up to him any way he wants
to take it from you. Something clicked in me and I knew at that moment I
was becoming the slave that Master Jeb had told me about.  When that
clicked in my brain and I began to concern myself with his pleasure I began
to get what I needed.

My Master had put his wild animal at the wheel.  I could still tell it was
a Cadillac but his beast was putting the pedal to the metal. He kept on and
on with his assault.  He was relentless.  I was building up fast.  I
couldn't hold it much longer but I was trying.

It was almost like he wanted to feel my ass biting down on his cock as he
fucked me furiously.  I couldn't hold it any more and shot three times and
felt my ass trying to bite his dick off.  He felt it go crazy as I felt his
flow begin.

I was being fed a man size feast by his beast.  God, he fucked me good. He
lay on top of me and I thought I heard applause but wasn't sure.  Was there
an audience?  Did my Master take me in front of an audience?  Damn, the
thought made me hot.  I started to milk his cock to get the last drops of
his hot come into my ass.  I wanted every drop.

To be plugged and absorb his wonderful seed was enough to get me through
the rest of this. He left his cock in me for a long time laying on top of
me with his arms under and around me. I could feel his left hand stroking
my chest like he liked to do.

He inched up and found my tits and began to tease them between his thumb
and forefinger. He didn't hurt me.  He just played with them.  It was
making me so hot I began to hump his dick praying he'd fuck me again.

He didn't.  He wasn't in charge and had to defer to the Dungeon Master.  He
was happy to be able to have me one more time.  He slowly pulled out and I
started crying but tried not to let anyone know.

"He's crying." Earl said to Jim. "Do you think I hurt him?"

"Not likely.  You should know.  He's hopelessly in love with you and misses
you.  He wants you back in him but that's enough for tonight.  Watch this."
Big Jim went to the microphone.

"Everything all right, Son?" Red Light.

"Problem Son?"  The green light flashed,
'l...o...v...e...m..a..s..t..e..r'...Blaine translated.

"See, what did I tell you?"  Big Jim chided his brother. "Gimme' a hug,
Brother, the Dungeon Master needs one right now."  Earl D. threw his arms
around the big man.

"You're one of a kind, Brother, and I'm proud to call you that.  You're a
big man." Master Earl spoke softly in the Dungeon Master's ear. The double
meaning didn't pass Big Jim.  He laughed and patted Earl on the back hard
and gave him a goodly bear hug.

I was fed some wonderful homemade soup broth again.  It was different from
the first but just as good.  I wasn't treated to any more stimulus for the
rest of the night.  I was on my own except for three people watching me
round the clock.

Beryl and Blaine went to one of the upstairs bed rooms, made the bed and
crashed.  Big Jim invited Chief to stay over if he wished.  Chief wasn't
about to miss a chance to be included and slept next to Big Jim almost all
night on the leather futon.

Master Bert , Billy and Oscar were keeping watch over the slave.  The
dungeon was quiet and all lights were out except a small pin spot on the
slave hanging in mid air.

The Dungeon Master still wore his leathers on but Chief had taken his off
to be more comfortable.  Master Jim threw a comforter over the both of them
for warmth. Chief woke up with a huge hairy arm around him pulling him
close to the big bear of a man.

Chief dreamed of this.  It was enough to consider the Dungeon Master
becoming his big brother but to be lying next to him, this close, was a
dream come true. He fell asleep and dreamed more peaceful dreams than he
had in years.

Once he awoke and rolled over into the giant to get closer.  Was that a
small smile he sensed come across the giant's face.  It was dark.  He
couldn't be sure.  The Dungeon Master was sure, he pulled Chief closer.

The next morning was a whirlwind of activity.  Jeb was up early and Billy
awoke the Dungeon Master to start his day.  Chief remained on the futon,
asleep in his comfortable dreams.  Billy and Oscar went upstairs to start
breakfast for everyone.

Master Earl left and returned to his home.  He had things to do Sunday but
would check in or call when Beau came out of bondage.  The Dungeon Master
requested Earl D. to be present. He said he would try.

The final ten to twelve hours of bondage is the worst.  You go deep inside
yourself to look at things you've tied behind your back for years.  Things
you would ordinarily never let yourself think of.  The memories, good, bad,
and ugly come bubbling up from the depths to confront you.

You can't run away because there's no where to run.  It won't go away until
you deal with it. There can be much weeping and gnashing of teeth during
that period. (figure of speech since my mouth was plugged.)

By Sunday afternoon I was becoming uncomfortable.  I was fighting off
muscle cramps from inactivity and I had no more tears to shed.  I felt
completely washed out like an old dishcloth. Yet, somehow, I felt cleansed.

I felt like areas of my life would never bother me again because I finally
dealt with them.  They were done, resolved and gone. I thought the time
would never come but I finally felt the Gurney being rolled under me and
raised so I was laying on it and my chains were free.

I was unhooked and gently rolled somewhere. Four big arms transferred me to
a table covered in leather.  Slowly both sides of the bondage harness was
removed.  Someone was removing my boots.  Someone else was gently undoing
my pants.

They were removed. Someone removed my leather shirt and gauntlet gloves.
Next my plug was removed but not my eye patch.  Sitting up I felt someone
removing the leather hood and laid me back down before removing it.  It was
finally taken away. My eyes adjusted and I was laying in the middle of the
futon.

All around me was my family including my Master. Everyone, to a man, was
completely nude.  No one had any clothes on including my Dungeon Master who
was laying next to me. I rolled into him and put my arms around his big
neck and started crying I was so moved.  He held me tight.

"These other folks watched over you, too."  He whispered. I turned to my
Master and hugged him and didn't want to let go.  I kissed him and told him
I loved him.  He returned the love to me.  Then each, in kind, hugged and
kissed me.  They all had tears in their eyes.

Chief was so moved we started crying together. Big Beryl was beside himself
with joy, love and couldn't hug me tight enough. I thought he was going to
break something.  Blaine was bananas.  It was a wonderful unexpected
reunion.  These wonderful men had become my family.  Who could want for a
more diverse yet loving group of men to love.

"You hungry, pretty slave-boy?"  My Dungeon Master asked quietly.

"Yes, Sir, a little."

"Come then, we have food prepared for you."

They helped me up. My legs were unsteady.  They assisted me out of the
dungeon.  We walked to the outside and there was a feast laid out before us
for all to enjoy.  Oscar had been cooking all afternoon and everyone sat
down to eat.

Everyone ate in the nude in the warm summer evening as the last rays of the
warm California sun sank into the ocean. Master Beryl raised his glass and
spoke.

"To our new slave. On releasing him from the bondage of his past to the
freedom of his new life as a slave."

Everyone was in agreement and clinked glasses.  It was the best meal I've
ever eaten.  I ate too much.  I was so full and growing tired.  I felt
emotionally drained and yet happier than I could remember. I was so
grateful to these men for their unconditional love for me.

I asked Master Jim to take me to his room.  I hugged and kissed everyone
good night including my Master who understood my need to lay down. The
Dungeon Master swept me up in his arms and carried me to his bed.  He laid
me out and covered me.  Then he kissed me.

"I have responsibilities to our guest so I won't be back for a while.  Can
I send your Master to lay with you for a while?"

"You would do that for me?"

"Don't you know by now?"

"I'm sorry, Master. I love you, too."

I was drifting off to sleep when I felt a pair of big arms surround me and
hold me close.  It was my Master and I turned to him and wept in his arms.
He understood. He held me close and I went out like a light.

I remember waking up during the night and there were another, bigger pair
of arms around me and I moved closer to the warmth of my giant ox.  He held
me as I drifted back to sleep.  I had wanted to belong.  I wanted to be
loved.  I was beginning to believe I'd found it.

If someone told me how and what form that love would take, would I have
understood?  Becoming a slave was nothing like I thought it would be.  My
life was becoming not my own any more.  I was becoming a part of something
bigger.

To be owned by another man multiplied my world by two but to be brought
into a family as richly complex and caring as this one would have been
incomprehensible to me a couple of months ago.  I was looking for a new
world and found a universe.  Instead of living my life in my self-imposed
prison I was being freed to love in so many new and wonderful ways.

I was giving up things others might find necessary for control of their
lives. It wasn't until I decided to let go of that control, I truly began
to feel free. I found the freedom of my chains, the greater bond of
trust. The greater freedom of unconditional love.

For the first time in my stupid, miserable, warped life I was beginning to
like who and what I was.  I liked the slave I was becoming. I looked upon
him with a new light and found him fair.  The man-child that was imprinted
as a slave I was ashamed of all these years took the hand of the adult-man
who found him fair.

The adult whispered to the young boy that he thought he was good and
beautiful and asked if he would help him learn to be a good and loving
slave?  With the man-child's wisdom and help, I would become a slave to a
good man that would control me yet give me the love my father never
could. We would both finally belong to someone; a worthy someone to
appreciate us.

Perhaps my dad could have offered that but I never allowed him to cross
that threshold.  What a can of worms that might have opened?  I began to
have dreams of having sex with my dad and never before wanted to admit that
I was sexually attracted to him for years. When I showed a picture to my
Master of my dad he laughed.  I asked him why?

"It's obvious your attraction to Billy all those years.  He was a pumped up
version of your dad.  He could be Billy's brother." With his suggestion, I
looked again and realized the close resemblance.  Perhaps my dad saw it too
when he looked at the picture of Billy?

Did he understand before I did and tried to give me a chance to be with
him?  I didn't.  I couldn't at the time.  I was so let down and felt taken
for granted by my dad that I had little love for him by the time I left
home.  He must have been devastated.

I never really loved my dad until I understood that. I blamed him for my
misery as an adult. For not doing something about me becoming a slave to
the family. I never had a childhood.  I never really had an adolescence.  I
was too busy playing a being an adult.

I'm still close to my little brother and sister.  Our love is perverse.
They love me as a surrogate mother.  A combination of Big Mama, Big
Brother, Big Daddy, and Santa Claus, all rolled into one generous, pay-off
slot machine. They still send me their wish lists at Christmas.

It became clear to me after all those years the great love of my dad's life
was his son.  I never knew!  He never told me. I knew someday I would
return to my father's home with my Master.  I would introduce Master Earl
to my dad as my Master.

I would not lie nor try to hide my life choice of becoming a slave to this
beautiful man.  I would hold my head high and be proud of the little boy I
was and the man he had become. My father might understand.

He may not approve but he'd try to understand.  I didn't need his approval.
I had desperately needed his help and approval as a child but never got it.
The harder I tried, the more I was taken for granted.

Then I would ask him, if he thought my choice of becoming Master Earl's
slave was so far different than what he expected of me as a child?  I would
tell him for the first time in my life someone asked a commitment of me to
become their possession, their property.

I belong to this handsome man, he owns me, Dad.  Would he grow to love my
Master for my sake? Is the old saying true? The fruit doesn't fall too far
from the tree.  The tree had a few surprises for the fruit as I later
discovered.  The river of life, no matter how deep or slow, keeps on
rolling along.

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End Chapter 19
The Ties That Bind
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