Date: Fri, 24 Oct 2003 02:36:46 -0700 (PDT)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ties That Bind Chapter 7"

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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 7 ~ REVELATIONS AND PROPHECIES


Part I ~ Sunday Morning Coming Down

A child of horror, tortured terrors, roams the wasteland where,
God found him ugly, unworthy, for any loving heart to share,
A Monster who seduced the coldest womb he was to find,
Destroyed his manhood before he ever knew it's prime.

Years matured, two angels wrestled with him found him fair,
One saved his life, taught love, rhymed-words, his life to bear,
The other a seraph'd leather Master's strength became his creed,
Reformed his broken pride into a working vessel for his seed.
Canto 18 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux


I awoke with the most wonderful full feeling and realized my Master was
till implanted deep within me. I thought I might awaken him slowly if I
started fucking his dick a little. I took a couple of strokes, eased back
down and felt his snake begin to grow.  I took another pretty good stroke
with my ass and the monster awoke. It smoothly pulled out to the head,
steadily but firmly plunged back into my depths and I heard a deep
masculine voice whisper over my shoulder.

"If you don't stop that you're gonna' get fucked."

"No disrespect, Master, isn't that what your slave is for, Sir?" Master Earl
stretched and locked his cock way up my ass.

"You think we can do it without the peanut gallery present."

"Well, I don't know Buffalo Bob but Howdy Doody's little butt is ready
to be nailed." Master Earl started laughing.

"Now cut that out, slave. We're gonna' wake up you know who?"

"Yes, Master, I'm sorry."

"The, hell, you say? Now, just for that insolence I'm gonna' fuck the snot
out a' you."

Master Earl said pulling my head back for a morning kiss.  When he
finally reached the point where I knew I was going to get my morning
allotment of Master come my nose was truly running. He had succeeded in
fucking the snot out of me. What a good Master.  Damn, I'm sure he
opened up his own hole back there.

He gave me permission to shoot my load with him. I missed by seconds
but hit slightly before him; however, he said my asshole spasms were so
hot he shot when he felt it. My timing, he said, was  perfect for his
pleasure. That's what I wanted to become. A slave for his pleasure. More
than ever now. I was sad to think I only had this day left with him. He was
so warm and giving of himself.

I thought Masters were suppose to be aloof and distant. Master Jeb
straightened me out about that. It's just like any other relationship.
However in these relationships your Master is Lord and Master of your
person. He may ask your opinion, he may ask your preference, he may ask
your choice of punishment but you learn, the final decision will be his. It
must be that way, at least for him and I. He demands it and I need it. I was
worried  maybe Master Earl wouldn't be as strong as I needed because of
his growing love for me. Master Jeb just chuckled when I voiced my
concern.

"Son, you better fasten your seat belt if you become that man's slave. He
may love you deeper that any slave he's ever had, tell you hourly of his
love but hold on to your ass,  he is one demanding, strict disciplinarian,
mean punishment son of a bitch. What he will demand of you, how he will
discipline you, or how he will administer punishment will be in direct
proportion to his love. If he didn't care for you he wouldn't bother.

Beau, you've grabbed a sleeping saber tooth tiger by the tail. I wouldn't
worry about it though, he's exactly what you need. Few slaves could
handle him. He knows that, too. That's why he hasn't even considered
another slave until you came along. I guess my prophetic words shook him
to the core the day he stopped you. A wee small voice must have
whispered, ?Screw the ticket, fuck the kid.'"

Master Jeb and I both laughed at that. He continued,

"On the other hand most Master's wouldn't have a clue how to handle
you. Wes was able to deal with him out of shear determination and an
unquenchable love. Wes had the heart of a lion. You will find Earl easier
to deal with from your raw natural talent and your deep need to serve. You
won't be punished unless you do something really stupid and I can't see
you doing that.

Poor Wes got punished because Earl was going to correct some of his
negative thoughts about himself or find the reason why. He'd get right in
Wes's face and yell at him an order to trust him. Sounds stupid but it
worked. Wes learned  to trust.  Earl succeeded far beyond my
expectations. Wes was reborn under Earl.

For the first time in his life Wes found a purpose for living. That purpose
was Earl. He worshiped him, as well he should.  His Master took good
care of his slave and loved him more than he knew. That was the second
best match I ever made."    I didn't ask about the first.

"Most of the time he's gonna' give you the benefit of the doubt and as
generous a spirit as you have Beau you will be his prize, his pride and joy.
You may have to swallow your pride sometimes but that's all covered in
training and you'll learn a slave's worst enemy is pride. Or I should say
the wrong kind of pride. Certainly you should have pride in being his
slave, pride because he thinks well of you and your service to him. Never
let some wag bother you that refers to you as a boot wipe slave. He'd give
all he had to be where you are at Earl's boots but he can't be.

Earl will only have one slave. If you're chosen, you may walk with pride
to wear his collar and believe me, you will probably have one permanently
welded around your neck. If you go out with him in public you may get
looked at funny but walk tall, remember who owns you and the
significance of that collar. Just think of all those breeders out there that
only have a small band of gold around their finger to tell someone they
belong to someone else. Now, an iron collar, that makes a statement." He
laughed hearty at his joke.  "Never be afraid to tell the truth if someone
asks you why you wear the collar. Unless he instructs you what to say just
say you wear it to please your Master. They'll have no idea what your
talking about."

We got up and I had to rush to the head as Master Earl also unloaded his
night piss into me. I was ordered to shower, shave, hose out, and report
back to him when finished. He would dress me for the day. The shower
felt good and I took a little time to do the necessaries. I didn't take too
long.  I didn't want to keep him waiting or throw his schedule off. He
might need me in the kitchen. I toweled off and headed for the bedroom.
He wasn't there so I headed for the kitchen. I walked in with nothing on.
Billy and Oscar were there with nothing on so I didn't feel the least bit
self conscious.

Oscar greeted me.  Billy simply held his hand out to me at crotch level and
I knew what he wanted.  I walked over and laid my cock and balls in his
open hand. He gently closed his big hand around them,  moved his arm
slightly around to his back.   I could stand just behind him and he could
hold them. He went on talking to Master Earl like nothing was going on.
Master Earl looked at me a couple of times and smiled his shit eating grin.
Billy wasn't fooling him for a minute.

"No boots or chaps today, slave, I want to see all of you,  that is, if Billy
ever lets go of your cock and balls." Everyone laughed.

"I'm so sorry, Master Earl" Billy lied, "Lawsey,  I don't know what come
over this old eunuch. Thanks Beau." He whispered.

"Any time, Clancey." I said to him. "No, I'm sorry, Mr. McGee!" Billy
hooted, grabbed me and hugged me.

"This one's a keeper, Master Earl." Billy said.

"I'd like to second that." Oscar said.

"Well what can I say, slave, the ?ayes' have it ?cause you get a big one
from me, too, and I be ?da one what counts." I walked around and was
going to kiss his boots but Master Earl grabbed me in mid lunge and
hugged me to his chest. He had his leather pants on again with his high
boots. He looked me deep in the eyes with his beautiful violet eyes.

"Good morning my handsome  slave." He kissed me gently and
passionately. There was much hooting and giggling from the peanut
gallery.

"Billy, Oscar,... in the kitchen. You know what to do and I'll be back in a
minute. I have to get my boy ready."

"Take your time we can finish this." Oscar said as they went to work. We
went into the bedroom and he turned and held me in his arms again.

"Now, let's try that one more time without the peanut gallery," Master
Earl kissed me so gently, yet passionately I thought I was gonna' drop my
load. My old cock saluted and got his attention.

"My God," he said, "doesn't that thing ever behave?"

"I'm afraid it has a mind of it's own, Master."

"Well, it can be disciplined as well" He walked over to his dresser and
opened a drawer.  He retrieved a small riding quirt with small strips of
leather on the end. My stupid dick was really asking for it because it only
got harder.

 He walked back and with a light flip of his wrist snapped it right on the
head. It didn't hurt but my old cock went limp instantly.

"See?" he said, "We'll have that thing shaped up in no time."

"I'll just keep this in my back pocket in case sometime today it decides to
get unruly. If I order you to present arms you hit parade rest instantly and
stick it out for all to see.  I'll take care of it." My stupid cock went erect
again. "Present arms!" He ordered.  I hit parade rest and threw my hips
forward. He really smacked it a good one that time and it went right down.

"Thank you, Master." I said.  Master Earl snapped his fingers and pointed
to his boots.  I was there in an instant and took each one in my slave hands
and kissed each passionately.

"I'm pleased with that action, slave. Now let's get you ready. I've
changed my mind, I do want you with your boots and chaps on. Also wear
you vest today. Let's get you plugged.  I'll attach your leash and you can
come out when you've finished putting on your chaps, boots, and vest."
He again snapped his fingers and pointed to the bed. I was in the position
in a flash with my ass raised much higher than yesterday. He turned with
the lightly greased plug in his hand.

"Good position,  slave! Your Master can get to your little hole  much
better." He gave several twists of the plug to loosen my muscle then
snapped it in. This time he grabbed me above my legs and around my back
cradling my lower body in his arm. He held me tight and placed the heal
of his hand at the base of the plug and gave one quick push with a
screwing motion. I felt it click into place past the muscle. The muscle was
locked riding around the small of the base of the plug with almost no
discomfort. He cleaned the excess grease off and ordered me to stand.

"Thank you, Master,  for plugging my slave hole. It feels right when you
do it, Sir."

"You're welcome slave. It looks better and feels better when it's seated
properly. Now let me attach your leash. Okay, that's good.  He grabbed
me and kissed me again.

"Now, get the rest of your stuff on and I'll be back with a rag. You will
wipe down my boots."

"Yes,  Sir, with pleasure,  Sir."

Master Earl returned and I finished dressing. He had a large clean rag in
his hand . He got a small step stool out of the closet and placed it in front
of his dressing mirrors. He wanted to get a good look at me from all sides
cleaning his boots. He didn't have to give me an order,  I was ready, took
the rag from him and began to clean them. If I found a spot, I would lick it
to moisten it and remove it with the rag.

I wasn't satisfied with the experience, any competent slave could clean his
Master's boots. I raised the one, slipped underneath it to sit on the stool
and lowered his heavy boot onto my crotch.

"Very nice, slave. I like an inventive slave and I like having you in a
vulnerable position even if you placed yourself there. I would expect that
you might wish for me to take advantage of the situation."  He was
playing with me and I knew my answer was critical.

"I placed myself in this position to further show my sincerity in becoming
your slave, Master. You have the option to ruin them right now if you
choose. I would still become your slave."

"That's good thinking slave but I think I should take some advantage to
remind you that it isn't a game and not to tempt your Master." He began to
press the heel of his big boot into my balls and I could feel them spreading
underneath. I thought to myself, "This is it, he's going to take them." Then
I had this strange sensation come over me of peace that said to me, give
them to him, let him have them, the pain will be short lived and you will
be free. He immediately raised his boot and replaced it with the other for
me to clean. It got a lot more attention than the other one.

"Stand up, slave, parade rest!" I obeyed and he gently examined my balls.
He made love to them with his hands then he did something very strange
and out of character. He knelt on one knee, holding my balls in one hand,
licked and kissed each one with a gentle passion as if apologizing to them
for any pain his boot may have caused.   They were to understand a little
pain was necessary to teach the kid a lesson. It was as if he recognized
them separate from me, the individual. I was shocked and touched and had
a lot more feelings I couldn't sort out. He got up and saw my look of
confusion.

"Figure that one out, slave." He smiled then he pulled me to him. "Many
Master's feel they shouldn't tell their slaves how they feel. They might
use it against them. I've never been afraid of that. My control over  you
will be so complete you'll never feel the need to use my love for an
advantage. A slave can't have it both ways." He looked me in the eyes for
a long minute and said as a man, not as my Master.  He let down all
defenses and bared his soul to me man to man. He knew I understood.

"I've finished falling in love with you, Beau. I am in love with you. I'm
sot with love for you."  He took control in an instant and once again as my
Master. "I also love my slave." He made a separate distinction that I
thought I understood and then knew I did when my heart spoke in reply.

"Master, I have but one love for you, I want to love you other than as your
slave.  The idea is more passionate and gratifying than anything I've ever
experienced.   I know this is our first weekend together but if it doesn't
happen I can't even conceive of a future. It goes beyond need, Master. My
heart has no other choice. Sartre may have been right. There is no exit! I
have no fear, no anxiety.   A contract with you is only a small step that
will confirm in words where my heart must be. So, it is in truth, when I
call myself your slave, know in your heart  Beau has joined that slave to
become of one mind, the only me, your slave, who loves you, Master
Earl." He looked at me stunned for a moment.

"I will gladly accept your love as my slave. I've never experienced a love
from one perspective. Most people want to separate love and proceed from
both .  With you  I can join my love into one as your total and complete
Master. I've always wanted that from a slave but  never thought I might
find it. It makes things simpler  to cut out the middle-ground. You're
correct, the thought of loving you from that perspective takes on a
different passion. One I've always wanted to experience."

"If it is your will, we will make it so."  I looked down as I spoke to him.

Master Earl placed his mouth on his slave's and the bond was sealed not
with a kiss of passion but one of welcome to the only two people in the
room, who joined hearts and minds to one pure, clear purpose of what
their love was to be, a Master and his slave. Then it became clear to me
his actions of kissing my balls. Would you kiss your own balls if you
could? He just did.



Part II ~ A Master of Wisdom and Reason

"Private visions,
a kenning of such things,
my heart alone should know.
I run from one to one and
ask this question of them all:
What few have seen the night
enclose the day at noon,
and told a slave the truth
about the ways of love."

Canto 23 ~ Slave's Song ~
W. D. Dux (Posthumous)

Preparations were almost ready for brunch when Master Earl and I
returned to the kitchen. Billy and Oscar had things under control. It was
obvious they knew their way around a kitchen and probably cooked in
Master Earl's kitchen many times.   Master Earl started making drinks and
I again declined. I had enough last night. The door bell rang, Oscar and
Billy clucked and chortled as Master Earl walked by me.

"Follow Billy and Oscar's lead and do as they do."

"Yes, Master Earl."

Master Earl open the door and there stood a most handsome older man
wearing the most beautiful turquoise blue shirt. His snow white ?stash and
beard with his pale blue eyes was enough to make my heart leap to my
throat and my dick start to rise.  Master Jeb entered.

"Welcome, good Master, to our home. Our hearts are gladdened by you
presence." Master Earl said with feeling.

"This Master comes with love and peace for all and a glad heart. Thank
you, Master Earl." The two men clasped arms then hugged each other.

Billy and Oscar went to Master Jeb and knelt in front of him to kiss his
boots. He offered them the back of his hand, they kissed it and put it to
their forehead for a moment.

"Arise, good slaves, and show this Master your love." With that Billy and
Oscar were all over him. I waited for them to finish and Master Jeb broke
the ice.

"Ah, but I see there's one more slave in your household, Master Earl. Has
he been instructed  how to greet a Master?" He said with a big grin. Billy
and Oscar moved to his sides each clinging to a shoulder. Master Earl
looked at me and smiled then snapped his finger and pointed to the floor
in front of Master Jeb. I was there in three steps and on my knees in front
of Master Jeb. I placed my hands around one boot and kissed it, then the
other and kissed it. I slowly rose to find the back of his hand waiting. I
took it and held it for just a moment, then kissed it gently and pressed it to
my forehead and held it there until he spoke in a generously demanding
voice,

"Arise, handsome, young slave, and show your Master your love." I threw
my arms around his neck and kissed him on the cheek.

"To hell with that, slave, your Master wants a kiss." He kissed me strong
but gently on the mouth. It was wonderful to see him again. He was in
great spirits. He complemented me on my welcome. He motioned  to Billy
and Oscar.

"These two have been doing that since before you were born. It was a treat
to see our new slave greet his Master. Well done, Master Earl. I see he's
been in good hands." We all talked small talk and Master Earl made
Master Jeb a light drink.

Oscar, Billy and I were busy carrying food to the deck. With three it took
no time and we were ready to sit down and eat. The food was wonderful.
We talked about everything. When we finished the three slaves cleared the
table while the  two Master's talked privately. I didn't hear a lot of the
conversation but the way they were talking was in low tones and very
serious with occasional laughter.

Master Jeb was listening intently
to Master Earl with a decided twinkle in his eyes.  It was obvious he was
enjoying himself and having a good time.  I was impressed at Master
Earl's ability to socially place Master Jeb in the position of revered,
honored guest who everyone had access to equally. We returned with ice
cream and fruit. Master Earl took the lead to discuss things that happened
and share them with Master Jeb, Billy, Oscar and I.

"We purposely waited to discuss anything about the last couple of days
because we each have an emotional investment not only in what happened
but with each other. Beau was correct last night, Billy, when he said he
believed your and Oscar's presence was not by chance. Wes loved the two
of you and slaves don't fool their Master's for a moment. We know you
share secrets between you,  you'll take to your graves." Billy and Oscar
just smiled sweetly not agreeing nor denying.

"That's as it should be," continued Master Jeb, "Those are things that
bond you to each other as brothers in our family."

"Absolutely!", said Master Earl,  "I welcomed the two of you being so
generous with Wes and from the way things are going neither of us will be
able to pry either of you away from our new slave here."  Everyone
laughed as Master Earl motioned toward me. He went on to describe in
detail the strange evening we spent the night before. When he finished
there was a silence around the table that was filled with awe and wonder.
Master Jeb spoke first to break the silence we all shared.

"Over my years of dealing with Master/slave relationships things of this
nature are not uncommon. I've observed and witnessed some pretty
bizarre things.  Some almost frightening, but not in the sense of terror;
more like shaking the foundations of tired belief systems.

A minor poet said over three hundred years ago, ?There is more under
heaven and earth than is dreamed of in your philosophy, Horatio!' It
remains true today. For all mankind's technological advances our belief
systems are lagging way behind. Our religions are still holding on to
concepts conceived by homophobic sheep herders thousands of years ago.

Granted some teachings are good but many dealt with the society in which
they were created, using belief systems current for the day.  By today's
standards they're outdated and have no practical application to folks in
todays world.  Who knows how many added or subtracted from ?The
Word' because they had individual axes to grind.

God's Holy Word?  If God tells you, believe it. If another man tells you,
be suspicious.   Organized religion as never been for the betterment of
mankind but for the control of mankind.  It could be.  That's the false
pretense modern day bible thumpers will try to sell you but they're
peddling an old, tired,  out dated product that has little application in today
world.  Once you invest your emotions they have control over you.  They
ain't interested in your soul, their interested in your wallet.

Because of the freedoms we have, we've formed our own subcultures and
things have occurred because of  the passions of our relationships that
can't be easily understood by our current belief systems. Maybe,
sometime it's best not to approach these things without the right questions
or perhaps without any questions at all. Accept it as it is.

It happened. If we are meant to find a reason for it all, it will be revealed
no matter what questions we ask. Everything in the universe is unfolding
as it should. Look at the four of you. I've never seen four people grow
more than you have over the last two days.  I know each of you well.  I
even know Beau well enough to understand the four of you have reached a
new plateau in your understanding of life and your place in the scheme of
things.  It's truly remarkable.

Sometimes that's the way our growth systems work. We go for long
periods of time caught in the same ruts and wonder if it's ever going to
change or get better and then shit happens. Bamm! Overnight you have a
marvelous touch from a greater power, an other worldliness experience or
moment of high strangeness, that blows your damn socks off. That's when
we grow.

For example, this young man came to me two weeks ago contemplating
suicide and needed to find some answers quick. Look at him today, he's
more confused than ever." Everyone laughed.

"Master Jeb, I don't remember talking to you about that." I was
embarrassed he read through my facade.

"You didn't have to, Son, I could see it in you face. Your were coming to
a personal crossroads in your life that needed to be addressed and soon.
Your guardian spirit knew it, too, and decided now was the time for
action; however, to get back to my joke about confusion. There's some
truth to that, but fortunately answers have been coming regularly for our
new slave.  From your description, Earl, I'd say almost hourly."

"Yeah," interjected Master Earl,   "I figured two every four hours last
night." We all laughed again.

"My point is," said Master Jeb, "that sometime out of chaos and confusion
comes our clearest answers to what we truly want and need from life.  I
don't have to ask  you," he said looking directly at me, "?cause from the
silly grin on your face there have been major truths and door to
understanding have been opened to you this weekend?"

"Yes, Sir, they have."  I blushed looking at Master Earl.

"And, do you feel like considering suicide now, Son?"

"Not in the least, Sir"

"My point is made, Gentleman," Master Jeb said triumphantly winking at
me,"and more revelations are sure to come for everyone at this table, me
included." He added.

"Don't think my old heart can stand too many more." said Oscar laughing.

"Sometime we don't have that choice. When it rains, it pours." said
Master Jeb. "Then there's more that happened last night?"

Master Earl picked up from there and continued recounting to Master Jeb
the previous evenings paranormal three ring circus.

"You mean Wes actually told you where the secret drawer was, Beau?"

"Yes, Sir, it's the only way I could have known about it."

"Your bond with him must have been stronger than we ever imagined;
however, now that I think about it, men in a war situations can sometimes
create powerful bonds with each other.  Bonds so strong and powerful
modern psychology has no concept of.  No one has ventured research in
that area.  We know little or nothing about it's ramifications."

"We were pretty close, Sir. Well, I hate to say it in front of Master Earl but
we were lovers in Nam."

"Well, you see, I was right. Wes never wrote me anything about your
relationship other than he loved you very much.  Perhaps I should've read
between the lines."  He chuckled and continued, "He wrote that you saved
his life, five other men's lives  and was awarded the Bronze Star for
heroism."   I turned pale.

"WHAT? Said Master Earl, Billy, and Oscar in unison.

"Oh, God, Beau, I'm sorry, Son. I don't think he wanted that known."

"It's all right, Master Jeb, it's no big deal. I had a job to do. I set my mind
that with God's help and strength I was going to do it. He helped me and I
did. No big whoop."

They were silent for a moment.  I could feel them staring at me but I
wouldn't look up.  I knew Master Earl was looking at me but I wouldn't
look back. What must he think of me?
"No big whoop? And, how many purple hearts did you receive before you
threw the last four away, Beau?" Master Earl spoke to me incredulously.

"Only three, Sir."

"Only three, I'm stunned, Beau." said Master Earl. Billy and Oscar
agreed.

"I have to agree with ?em,  Son.  It may seem no big whoop to you but to
us it's pretty damn remarkable." said Master Jeb. "Furthermore, Wes
didn't see fit to mention anything about purple hearts." he paused for a
long moment and there was a heavy silence at the table.

"Seven, huh?" Master Jeb look down at the table and shook his head.
"What are we going to find out next about you, Beau? Let's take him to
the pool,  Earl, and see if he can walk on water?" Laughter broke the
mood and I was relieved.

"You gentlemen may not realize the most remarkable thing about Beau's
accomplishment was he was a Navy medic, a field corpsman, attached to
the hundred and eighty-sixth division and carried no weapons.   Son,  I
don't know why you did it or how but if the military saw fit to give you a
Bronze Star my hat's off to you." Master Jeb said sincerely.

"I try not to think too much about what I went through in Nam to get those
medals and they've become a constant reminder of the pain and sorrow I
went through over there.  Who among us can  know who we are and what
we must become?  Who can turn skies back and begin again?  How do you
forget the hurt?  We bumble through life like bumper cars on a midway
hoping one day to find a clear path.

Maybe those medals or what they represent are like ?good boy' tokens and
God has allowed me to cash them in to find you good men.  Maybe, just
maybe,  I've found something in my miserable life that with your help I
can truly become something I want for myself.  That's far more important
to me than a damn piece of metal that haunts me.  Perhaps we may be each
other's reward for having done something right in our lives."

"Damn, Beau, you have a way of expressing yourself that cuts to the heart
of the matter. Bravo!" Said Billy.

"Thanks, Mr. McGee." I smiled.

"You don't know about that, Master Jeb." Billy spoke to Jeb, "Beau
carried my picture in his wallet seven years in Vietnam. He still has it. It
seems I was an early sex fantasy man of his. He pulled it out and showed us.
The picture, Master Jeb!"  Billy giggled, "I was blown away."

"I'll have to say that's pretty damn remarkable  as well. You see, there all
ready have been revelations for all of us and more to come,  I'm sure."

"Then there was another letter from Wes to me, is that right?"

"Yes, I left it on my desk.  Oscar?" Oscar was all ready on his way.

"Remarkable." said Master Jeb. "I didn't bring his letter to me,  today,
because of other personal matters between him and I that are not secret but
will be revealed in time." Oscar brought the two remaining envelopes
including the two letters we read aloud last night. Master Jeb read the
letters to us first and broke down several times as he read them.

"Well, no one can ever say Wes wasn't determined." Master Jeb said with
respect. "I knew about the secret drawer.  I didn't know the contents. The
volume of poetry and these letter are remarkable. Will you read some of
the verse for us later, Beau?"

"Sure, Master Jeb, but I warn you all, it's heavy stuff. You might get your
hearts ripped out."

"Couldn't be any worse than the roller coaster ride we've been on for the
last twenty-four hours." Billy said.

Master Jeb opened his envelope.

"Gentlemen please excuse me for a minute while I read this and if it's
meant to be read to all, I will." He began reading and tears began to run
down his cheeks. "Oh God!" He sighed a couple of times and breathed
deeply. "There's nothing in the letter that's private but I'll need help. I
won't be able to read it aloud." He handed it to Master Earl, who handed it
to me. I began to read:

My Dearest Savior and Master,


As you know my life has not been a cakewalk until I was rescued by you
and my uncle Jim. I've tried not to complain too much but I needed that
understood before I say what I'm about to say. There has been five holy
men in my life that have reached down and saved me from sure death.

My beloved dad, Walker Johnson, Beau James, my uncle Jim and you are
the first four. I was never able to express to you how much I truly loved
and appreciated you and uncle Jim for  taking me in like your own son.
You supported me,  encouraged me and ultimately trained me properly.
All this done with a fist of iron wearing a velvet glove and the love from
two hearts, each the size of an elephants.

What words could I find to tell you of my love, appreciation and thanks?
There simply are none. Perhaps, simplicity should be considered but what
the hell: God damn it, Masters Jeb and Jim, I love you. If I could, I
would've put a brass band on this page.

I have to thank you for the final holy man in my life, who for me, was my
shining angel with leather wings. I know in my heart you were responsible
for us coming together. You could've never found anyone I could've
loved more. That angel saved me from the surest destruction of all,
myself.  He made me stand and face my worst fears and learn to spit in
their eye. He's a demanding, won't give an inch, ?Yes-you-CAN-you-
little-son-of-a-bitch,' hard-driving, angel, but  I love him more than he
will ever know.

He has an envelope I asked him to surrender to you to be opened at a time
we've agreed upon. You know what it contains.  I know he'll be patient
because the method of my madness is for him.  The spider hasn't quite
finished his web. I realize you may be reading this after I've passed on so
when these things are done, my spirit will depart. My soul will be at
peace.

Once again I thank you for not taking ?no' for an answer. It would have
been so much easier for you to give up on me.  You didn't and to this day
you never have. Thank you for your beautiful and handsome size 13 D
boot.  I not only learned to make love to it, show you the honor, homage
and respect you deserve,  but learned to wear it comfortably up my butt.
No Master's boot was ever put to better purpose when I was feeling sorry
for myself. Other than the angel who owns me you are the only other man
I will ever think of in this life as my Master.

>From the bottom of my heart you are the one man that deserves that title.
God bless and keep you. This unworthy slave will always bend his knees,
anywhere, anytime,  and kiss your boots to give you the respect, homage
and honor you so richly deserve.

Your loving slave boy,

Wes

"Come here slave boy, your Master needs you." Master Jeb held out his
big arms to me and I ran to fill them. He cried and I cried while holding
him. We were better after that. Our hearts were lighter. We made more
drinks and went to the pool. It was a lovely afternoon. Master Jeb and I
played in the pool and he held me in the cool water, our naked bodies
against each other.

"Next weekend is yours, Master. Please don't let Big Jim monopolize me
all weekend. I need to be with you. I want your love inside of me. I want
to make love to you the way a good slave should take care of his Master.
Will you speak to, Master Earl?"

"I all ready have, Son. He's agreed to the last two weekends before you
come to live with us. Then he understands there will be one, perhaps two
weekends before you are sold. He understands and supports your entering
training. He wouldn't have it any other way.

As for Big Jim, I know more than you think I do. I see the way you look at
each other. The two of you are like opposite poles of bar magnets that pull
to each other. Damn, if anyone gets near the two  of you they can feel the
pull. It's hard for you to stay away from him and he's like a bull that
hasn't had a heifer in two years when he's around you. He's got one
thought on his brain and that's how quick he can get his dick up your butt.

Wasn't that a plea for help because your afraid of the power he holds over
you? He hasn't pushed, even though he's wanted to.  He hasn't said
anything and won't but he'd love to throw a claim on your ass.  I know
him so well.  Don't you think I know you two have fallen in love with
each other?

The Master I have in mind for you is Earl. He needs you more than Jim
right now.  Big Jim will get along.   I can tell you one damn thing, he'll
never stop loving you but he can't have you right now because I want you
to be with Earl. You'll just have to trust me on this. I'm right, you'll see.
 You won't lose Jim.

Jim hasn't made a claim for you because I've asked him not, too. It's
eating him up but he has a part to play in all this, you'll see. Beau, put
your trust in others for a change.  Let me be your hero for awhile. I
promise you'll get there safely with everything your heart desires and
more." I got tears in my eye and hugged him close.

"You know I'll trust you, Master. I've seen what you do and at this point
I'd be really stupid not to trust you when you are about to take possession
of me as your property. I can't help worry about Master Jim because
you're right in what you say. I don't intend to tell Master Earl about
Master Jim. I feel so damned awkward and uneasy knowing I love Master
Jim and here I am falling in love with Master Earl.  I don't think of myself
as a trollop. Consider, I've gone from nothing in my life, from the brink of
suicide to having two wonderful men interested in me in a brief period of
time.  I want to be faithful to one love and Master Earl has declared his
love for me."

"I understand how you feel, but it will work out; have faith. As far as
telling Master Earl about your feelings for Jim, you don't have to but
don't ever under estimate the man.  He has a brain up in lights and you
can't get anything past him. Surprisingly, Wes could for some reason I
haven't figured out yet. Wes would never lie to him. He had other ways.
In his last days you would have been proud of him he was a formidable
presence. Even though he had no problem being a slave to the man he
loved he commanded a respect from everyone he met. Together, he and
Earl became cornerstone's of the family.  Let me ask you this, do you
think you could Love Earl D.?"

"It's a little late for that question, Master Jeb. We have fallen in love. He's
very open about his feelings. I've never met anyone in my life that's so
sure of what he wants and has no doubt he'll get it. I want to be his slave. I
want to serve him."

"But,---? Master Jeb spoke questioningly  looking me in the eyes.

"Do you read peoples souls, Master?" Master Jeb laughed.

"Remember, Son, I've been at this almost forty years. You won't say it
but there's a part of you he can't have."

"If I love the man with all my heart, acknowledge his claim, sign his
contract with no clauses, and passionately wish to be nothing more than
his slave, what more can I give, Master?"

"Your all.  Beau, I'll always be honest with you.  Now, cut the crap!  Be
honest with your Master, the man that will own you in two weeks. You
absolutely must put your trust in me or back out now."

"I didn't want to tell you but you know all ready."

"Yes, but this one I won't say for you. I want to hear you say it.  Hell, I
want you to hear you say it."

"All right, Master, my heart is with Big Jim."

"And now, you've heard yourself say it, and you know I won't allow you
and Jim to be together, what do you feel."

"That maybe I've misplaced my heart?"

"See,  I knew you could do it.  That's the first step in correcting an error,
admitting there is one. I won't let you acknowledge Earl's claim and hold
back on him. I love him like a Son. He's been through too much for me to
allow that to happen. He's lost, Son. His soul is on the line. He means
serious business. He's not playing you. You can take his words to the
bank.  That's powerful stuff, Beau, having that much control over any one
man.  You could unwittingly destroy him.  I won't let that happen."

"Then he shall have my heart as well."

"Then you agree to give him all?"

"Yes, Master, I'll give him my all.  I'll hold nothing back."

"I believe you, Son, that's all I needed to hear. I know you'll give him
everything. You'd never go back on your word. I know you that well all
ready."

"Right again, Master."

"You've agreed to sign his contract with no clauses?"

"Yes, Master, I have. Should I have waited to discuss it with you?"

"Not if that's truly what your heart wants. Talking with me wouldn't
change your mind. However, you know you could lose that which two
weeks ago was unthinkable to you."

"I realize that, Master Jeb, but I've never experienced the passion of a
relationship like this.  I feel to know that passion I have to lay them on the
line. If he needs them to prove my sincerity, my love or my need to be his
slave, he may have them. He has eloquently explained his position to me
and I agree with him. I know I couldn't have it any other way. I don't
want it any other way. If he needs it that way, then by God, as his slave,
my first act of submission to him,  in the context of a relationship, will be
to sign his contract as is."

"Would you believe me if I told you after Wes found out Earl made a
claim for him he said almost the same words to me. However, he got it in
his head he wanted that strange clause about speaking as equals about
love; however, he was willing to put his on the line, too."

"And...?"  I questioned him.

"He lost them."


End Chapter 7
The Ties That Bind
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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