Date: Tue, 25 Nov 2003 06:20:51 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ties That Bind Chapter 13"

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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 13 ~ Meeting the Family


Part I ~ Clan McInnis

"In olden times my Master did battle with the highland tribes,
his strong and fearless slave fought fiercely by his side,
The victory theirs, his Master bought him pretty ribbons
to lemniscate his bright red beard and light green eyes.
No spoils of victory does the warrior slave have longings for.
His hard fought prize lies warm between his noble Master's thighs"
Canto 40 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux

I didn't want my ride with Big Beryl to end.  I felt like a five year old
boy being taken for a ride on daddy's big hog.  His huge bear like arm was
wrapped around me to make sure his little boy didn't fall off. Never mind
that he tweaked my tits from time to time. A daddy has that right.  This
old man could have tweaked anything I had and I would have begged for
seconds.

I thought about what Master Jeb told me: Sometimes, the truest members of
your family aren't born under the same roof as you. I understood what he
meant.  He was right.  This man and my slave brother in a short period of
time have been to the gates of hell and back with me.  They looked into my
soul and found it fair. I was accepted as worthy. They offered me family. I
wouldn't refuse.

Who wouldn't want a brother with a cunt and a daddy with a fourteen inch
cock? We pulled up and Big Jim came out to greet us followed by the mob of
bikers who were in randy spirits.  I noticed four or five nude men with dog
collars.  Blaine himself was naked. They all wanted to know were we'd been
and what we'd been up to.

Blaine winked at me and did a questioning movement to me with his hands
like he was pulling a rope on an overhead pulley.  I nodded, smiled back
and he smiled knowingly opening his arms as if to welcome me, then blew me
a kiss. Big Beryl once again swept me up into his huge arms and announced
to all.

"Okay, I know you horn dogs are anxious to meet Big Jim's new slave but
give us a minute and you will. Jim you want to come with us?" I had my arms
around Beryl's bull neck as the big man carried me into the house amidst
whistles and cat calls.  He and Big Jim carried me into the guest bedroom
and closed the door.  There was a knock on the door. It was Blaine asking
if he could come in.  Dad said 'yes' but close the door.  Blaine ran to me
as Dad sat me on my feet and hugged me.

"Welcome to the family, little Brother. Can I see?" asked Blaine, referring
to my stripes.  "Blaine, give the lad a chance. Don't forget your manners,
Son." Big Beryl said gently. "He has to take his leathers off anyway to be
presented to the family. Beau take your leathers off and Jim replace his
plug if you wish. He has a lot to hold in there for a while.  Blaine, help
him off with his leathers.  Make yourself useful." He spun me around and
looked at me sternly.

"And as for you young man.  I hope you learned you're lesson today."

"Yes, Sir, I did, Master Beryl."

"And what lesson did you learn, slave?"

"Oh, God! You just had to ask?" Big Jim blurted out laughing.

"That you love me, Master Beryl." He was silent for a moment then let out
the biggest whoop of laughter I ever heard. He grabbed me, pulled me to
him, hugged and kissed me.

"That was exactly the right lesson you were to learn, Son." He patted me on
my sore ass and I winced. "Every time you sit down for the next couple of
days you're gonna' be reminded of who loves you, Son.  Welcome to the
family. Help him off with his leathers, Blaine.  Get him some ointment for
his stripes and I'll go throw a bone to the dogs.  Blaine, come and get me
when he's ready. Jim you wait here with him." Blaine was like a nervous
midwife. I sat gently on the bed.  Shit, my ass hurt but it hurt good.  I
was proud of how much it hurt.  Sick? Not for me and Blaine.

"Blaine, Honey, how can I be so proud of the way my ass hurts? And, Blaine,
it hurts so damn good."  I had tears in my eyes and Blaine rolled on the
floor laughing with me. Big Jim was chuckling like a proud papa.

"You should be proud, little Bro.  You're the only other person to taste
his whip besides me.  Now, you can call him dad and know you've earned the
right.  Congratulations, my hero Brother." He hugged and kissed me on the
cheek.  He got my boots off and helped me off with my leathers. Master Jim
stood me up, turned me around and whistled.  Then he spun me back around
and kissed me hard.

"Welcome to the family, slave. You have my full trust to be the slave I
need you to be.  I'll never question your desire to be my slave again.  Hit
the position, I'll get your plug in, you can meet the family, and then we
have to get on our way back to Mt. Washington. We have an hour and a half
on my bike and you have to make up your mind on the way if you want to stay
over or leave for Silverlake."

I hit the position and Blaine went to get some ointment.  Master popped my
plug in and made sure he seated it properly. He cleaned me gently and got a
warm wash cloth to wash old swinger and my balls.  He rinsed it and gently
wiped my face.

"I washed my coveralls yesterday morning. So I don't have to go
home. Master, how could I leave you this evening?" Once again I had tears
in my eyes. He was holding me as Blaine returned to apply some ointment.

"Five, Six, Seven, Eight, Nine......Nine?"

"I came Blaine."

"Oh, here's number Ten. Oh, and here's number Eleven. Yes I can see it."

"Yeah, I begged him for that one to get the rest out."

"You came on number nine?"

"Afraid so, is that bad?"

"Hell, no, that's damn good.  You don't know how many times it took me to
learn to come at all that way.  Now I can come at Eight, or Nine. Whammo!
Saved my ass from being shredded several times. Dad takes me to the barn
every other month or so to remind me who's boss.  As if I didn't know."
Blaine said looking down between his legs.  We both laughed.

"He made a believer out a' me, Blaine, I love your old man."

"Our old man, little Bro, our old man."

"Thanks Bro, I guess we really are brothers now."

"Yeah, but I'm the Bro. they should be calling Little Beaver."

"Blaine, you're much badder than I am."  We rolled with each other
laughing.

Blaine ran to get Beryl.  He returned in a moment. The mob outside began to
chant.

"Jim/Beau! Jim/Beau! Jim/Beau!"

"I thought they were chanting for Big Jim.  Jimbo! Jimbo!

"Hear that, Son, there chanting for you." Beryl said.  I was confused.

"Jim, lead your slave behind me.  Blaine, bring up the rear."

Away we went into the room with the hottest men and a number of straight
women.  Straights, Masters, slaves, independents all chanting,

"Jim/Beau!"

I suddenly understood. I didn't know what to think. It was the first time
in my life I'd ever been nude in front of that many people.  It didn't
bother me at all.  I was Master Jim's slave, his chosen one.  I had nothing
to fear.  He was the only one in the room I must please and it pleased him
for me to be nude. End of story.

As we came into the room a hush fell over them and they craned their necks
and tip toed behind others to get the best look they could.  Then one
person started applauding, then two, then six, until they were all stomping
their boots, yelling, whistling and applauding. Big Beryl held up his hand
for silence then spoke,

"Ladies, (a giggle went through the crowd), Gentlemen, Masters, slaves, I
have the pleasure of presenting to you my brother in our family clan, who
will present to you his slave. His slave is a full member of this family,
Clan Mc Innis, with all the rights and privileges of any slave within this
clan."  The old man grabbed me and spun me around so everyone could get a
good shot at my stripes.

There was many aaaahs and oooohs when they saw my shredded ass. Then they
clapped and stomped their boots again and chanted,

"Beau!" "Beau!" "Beau!"

Big Beryl held up his hand, turn me back around, put his big arm around me
and pulled me close.

"This man is to be afforded your protection from any outsider wishing to do
him harm.  Furthermore, he is a member of my inner circle of family
consisting of my slave Blaine, Master Jim, Breed and now Beau James or
Little Beaver. Any man who harms him, harms me and mine.  I give you,
Master Jim."  There was a big applause.

"Thank you Master Mc Innis, my Brother, Big Beryl. Friends and family
members may I present to you my new slave for training, Beau."  He snapped
his fingers at me. "Kneel in front of your new family, slave."

I did and turned the palms of my hands outward.  Someone started a chant in
the back of the room.

"Beau! Beau!  Beau! Beau!"

They got louder and louder and then broke into yelling and screaming.

"He will now be happy to meet each of you individually showing Masters and
straight men his respect and your slave's his love."  There wasn't a man in
the room that didn't get in line.  I've never kissed so many hot pair of
boots in my life. I was in boot slave heaven.  Several of the Masters were
handsome men and the straight men didn't hold back.  The hottest kiss I got
was from a straight man who turned to his lady and asked,

"You sure we can't get one of these?"She gave me an even hotter kiss and
played with my cock until it was hard.

"I have no problem with it."  Everyone saw my rock hard cock, her looking
at in her hand, licking her lips and roared with laughter.

The Masters would have their slave's kneel in front of me to hug and kiss
me.  One small slave was the prettiest young boy who's Master recently had
to have his penis removed for medical reasons and only his balls
remained. His Master named him Button. He was as cute as one. He was barely
twenty-one but looked about sixteen. He was shy and embarrassed.  I kissed
him and held him tight a long time. I began to get hard and he could feel
it.

I whispered so only he could hear me, "You're so beautiful.  Be proud of
who and what you are.  Be proud of the old man you serve, too. He wouldn't
have let them do that if he didn't love and care enough about you. Besides
that, my love, he's one of the most drop dead good looking men I've ever
laid eyes on."

We shared a secret laugh.  He went away walking a little taller with a
smile on his face. His Master, Zack, pulled me aside later and asked what I
said to him because his slave wouldn't tell him. I told him I didn't wish
to offend him but unless his slave gave me permission or my Master ordered
me, I couldn't tell him. He accepted my reply.

"Well, what ever you told him here's my thanks." He leaned toward me and
kissed me gently on the mouth. I winked at his slave and shook my head like
I didn't tell and he smiled even bigger. We met everyone. Blaine and a
couple other slaves put out food. We had a quick bite and Master Jim sent
me in to put on my leathers as we had to leave. I went into the bedroom to
put on my leathers and Blaine walked in.

"My Master sent me in to check on you and help you load Master Jim's bike."

"I'm just about finished Blaine, but while I have you alone for a minute I
must tell you why I wanted to try your cunt."

"Little Brother, Beau, my hero, don't you think I know?  Don't you think
for a minute that old man doesn't know either.  Believe me if you ever
decide to have it done, you won't regret it. At least I haven't.  I really
can't speak for others but when I have that old man up inside me rootn'
around 'til hell won't have it, I wonder what I ever wanted a dick for in
the first place.  I never really got that much out of fucking women.

I just thought if you were a man that's what you did.  I had a big dick and
they thought I was good looking. Thank God, Dad thought so, too. I did it
because it became a challenge to me to see if I could fuck a good looking
woman before anyone else in the crowd had her. I never made it a secret I
was Dad's sex slave, his boy.

He never lied to me.  I knew from the first night I ask him to fuck me
there was no turning back. Never really wanted to. First time I had that
old man inside me, I knew I could never go back.  I don't feel like a woman
if that's bothering you. I'm not, nor ever will be a woman but I do love my
little man cunt.

The only thing I miss is jacking off.  I have to depend on dad to get me
off. That's his way of controlling me.  You and I both know I need someone
to control me, so it works out. When I'm not bad he gives me more sex than
I need.  That old man wakes up horny and goes to bed horny."

"Kiss me, Brother." I said to Blaine.  He laughed at me.

"Your slave awaits, Master."  We kissed a good kiss.

"I miss you all ready, Bro." Blaine allowed.

"Me, too, love, me, too." I agreed. We carried Master Jim's bag out a side
door and loaded his bike. Then we went back in to get Master Jim.  Everyone
oooed and aaahed at me in my leathers. I knelt in front of Master Jim and
lovingly kissed each of his boots to much more clapping and aaaawws. His
hand was waiting and I kissed the back and put it to my forehead and held
it there.

"Come, beautiful slave, come to your Master's arms." I did and we kissed a
long and passionate kiss. Clapping from the crowd and more aaawwwss.

"You ready, Son?"


"May I have your permission to say goodbye to someone special, Master?"

"Certainly?" My Master replied.  I walked over to Master Zack.  All eyes in
the room were watching me.  I knelt in front of him.

"With your kind permission, Master Zack, may this slave tell your slave
goodbye?"

"We'd both be honored, slave."

"Thank you, Sir!"  I turned slowly to Button who was kneeling, too.

"Please stand, little Brother. "  He looked at his Master who nodded his
okay.  I gently kissed where his little penis had been and put my cheek to
his stomach and hugged him tight.

"Now, kneel down here with me."  He did without looking at his Master. I
spoke softly but loud enough his Master could hear.

"Remember what I told you?"

"I'll remember, Master Beau."  Awwws, from the crowd.

"I'm not a Master, Little One, I'm a slave just like you. Call me Beau,
Little Beaver or big Brother, understand?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Now , give me a kiss."  Button kissed me like an angel, a very passionate
angel.

"I love you, Beau."  The crowd went aaaawww, again.

"I love you, too, little Brother.  If you ever need to write me or talk,
only with your Master's permission, he knows where Master Jim lives and how
to contact him. I'm his slave. Now, you be good to your Master and remember
what I told you."

"I will and thank you, Beau."

"You're so welcome, Button."

"Thank you, Master Zack."  I kissed each of his boots.  He had his hand
waiting. I kissed it and put it to my forehead.

"Get up here, slave!" I arose and he put his arms around me with tears in
his eyes. Master Zack hugged and kissed me. "Thank you, Beau, thank you so
much." I turned to the crowd.

"I wish I had time to individually wish each of you a good night as my
heart would want but forgive this slave and his Master this time, we're
running late.  Thank you for welcoming this slave into your family. I
couldn't wish for better. Goodbye, and may the great Spirit walk with each
of you. Especially you, my love." I blew a kiss to little Button.  They all
clapped, waved, and yelled goodbye. I returned to Master Jim who had tears
in his eyes as did the old man.  Beryl and Blaine walked us to the Harley.
I thought the old man was gonna' lose it. He hugged and kissed Big Jim then
hugged and kissed me.

"I'm not too good at goodbyes, Beau, especially someone I just welcomed
into my family.  You don't want to see this old man lose it, now, do you?"

"Oh, God, You just had to ask again." said Master Jim rolling his eyes
toward heaven.

"Well, yes," I said laughing "I'd like that very much."

"Give me another kiss, you asshole."  I fell into the big man's arms.

"I love you, Dad."

"You know I love you, Son.  Now, you two ride safe and Jim give me a call
when you get home, please."

"We will, good night." We rode away into the cool desert night air. I'm
sure it was the wind that was making the tears form in my eyes because I
was getting the water from Big Jim's eyes as well.

"You okay, Master Ox?" I yelled up to him.

"Just a little sad the weekend's coming to an end."

"Yeah, me too. I don't know when I've had a better time but my ass hurts
like a motherfucker."  He started laughing and I laughed, too. We laughed
all the way to the fucking gate.

The ride back to Mt. Washington was magic. Coming down Kellogg hill before
West Covina you could see the lights of the city for miles. When you're on
a bike with the air around you, the lights, the feeling of power and speed,
there's nothing like it in the world. We made good time and got back just
before eight o'clock.  I was exhausted.  All I wanted to do was shower,
service my Master and hit the sack.

God, my ass hurt good.  I felt every rock on the ride to the gate and every
flaw in the freeway.  I thought about a letter to my State Assemblyman.

Dear Sir, Have you ever tried to ride on the back of a Harley with an ass
that's just been shredded by an eighteen foot blacksnake bull whip?  Well
let me tell you, Sir, with the flaws in our freeways it's not pretty.
Your's truly, Slow Walkn' Slave.

Master Jeb was there to greet us.  He was not the least concerned we were a
bit late.  He told me he found my coveralls in the washer and dried them
for me.  I fell to my knees and kissed his boots to thank him. After he
told me to rise he looked me in the eye.

"You've gone through a lot since I last looked into those eyes." I hugged
my rock to me.

"You are so right, Master. You don't know how fucking right you are and
please excuse your slave's language."

"That's all right, Son, tell me, do you have new family now?" How could he
know?  I was too tired to figure it out.

"Master Beryl inducted me into his Clan.  Blaine, his slave is the officer
I carried on my back to safety in Nam, who put me up for the star.  Their
friend and outlaw biker Breed who mistreated Yoshie was a grunt who's guts
I shoveled back in his belly in Nam and saved his life.

Have I been through a lot?  My ass has been shredded by Master Beryl's
eighteen foot bull whip yet I feel so fucking proud and it hurts so good I
don't know whether to shit or go blind.  You'd have been proud of me,
Master, I didn't come until the ninth or tenth stripe of his whip.  I don't
know." I shrugged my shoulders, "You tell me, please Master, do you think
that's a lot?"

He just looked at me incredulously shaking his head not wanting to laugh
because it sounded so preposterous.

"Go ahead, laugh, Master, I have been to keep my sanity." Master Jeb
laughed with me and held me. He had become my rock.

 "Beau, I don't worry for your sanity. You're working it out by leaps and
bounds.  Can you hear the echoes of that frightened little butch bottom
that walked in this house over a month ago?"

"Master Jeb, I don't even know who that person was; his not wanting to be a
slave to another man.  Giving up his independence. What a laugh. Being told
what to do and when to do it. He's slowly fading and a new man, a man-slave
is emerging from the cocoon who can't wait to try his wings.  Even if, by
some quirk of fate, Master Earl doesn't win the bid. I'll be the best slave
I can be to the Master that does buy me.  I'm not afraid."

"Then, I take it we can skip the lecture on 'punishment for punishment's
sake.'" He said laughing.  "Only if you weren't going to demonstrate. If
you were then I insist." He fell out laughing.

"Oh, God, Beau, you're a treasure.  Go on, we'll talk later, my love, go
serve your giant.  He probably is feeling a bit down knowing the weekend is
coming to an end."

"Yes, Sir, he's all ready shared that with me, and thank you for the chance
to have quality time with him. I know you arranged that and gave of
yourself to see it happen.  I love you for that Master, thank you."

"Go, on with you...go!"  I knelt and kissed his boots once more before
departing.

"Goodnight, Master."

"Goodnight, Son."

I climbed the stairs, quietly walked to the Bear's Den and found Master Jim
in his chair, in the dark, looking out at the city.  I knocked softly.

"Come...!"  I went to him and knelt to kiss his boots. He let out a big
loving sigh and gave me his hand.  I kissed it lovingly and massaged it
with my fingers before putting it to my forehead. When I did he leaned over
and kissed my forehead by my hand and pulled me into his big lap.

"I know." Was all I said.

"I know you do love, you feel the same."

"You're right, I do.  But come, Master Ox, my giant, my Master, my animal,
my clansman, my protector, my brother, my lover, my heart, let your
worthless slave take all that from you for a while and forget we have to
part tomorrow morning. I would do anything for you at this moment to ease
your pain." I reached up and kissed him gently behind the ear.

"You mean as sore as your ass is you'd ride old Babe to the barn?"

"I'd strap them spurs on your boots myself Master and tell you not to spare
the horse."

"By the way, Master, did you call Master Beryl?"

"I just got off the phone with him.  I called while you were in the kitchen
with Jeb."

"You have no idea the impression you made on that man.  He will be your
champion until the day you die and then sing heroic songs about you
afterward. He founded our clan and it's not easy to get into.  Many have
tried and not been accepted.  The one's who are in the clan are wonderful
people. I hope you get a chance to know them.  Well, I know you will.  Earl
and I both are members of his clan family, Clan Mc Innis."

"I could just kick myself..."  Big Jim started.

"We weren't gonna' talk like that. You promised your slave and he expects
his Master to keep that promise."

"You're right, that's part of trusting me to be your Master. It's when I
think of things, like what you did for that little slave tonight.  He was
so fucking scared and embarrassed.  You went out of your way to make him
feel like a king. You singled him out to say goodnight.  You were the star
of the evening and yet you knew he was hurting. You stopped and shared some
of your importance with him. You let him know you thought he was
important. That did more good than you or I will probably ever know.  I
know his Master got me aside and couldn't thank me enough for you.

You don't know the impression you made on everyone by that small simple act
of kindness.  The way you dealt with his Master was equally impressive.  I
knew at that moment Jeb was right.  It's nothing but a compliment to tell
you, you're a natural slave. I trust you to be my slave and obey any order
I give you without hesitation.  I know you'll obey me.  I can take that to
the bank, just as I know when Big Beryl sets himself up you're gonna' shove
him off his perch and make him laugh all the way down.

You're the only man , Master or slave, I've ever seen get away with that
and he loves it.  You may get your ass beat regularly but I'm beginning to
believe you wouldn't mind that too much. What you did for that kid, Beau,
was the same thing you did for Breed in Nam.  You didn't pass over him.
You stopped to care.  You did something. You saved Breed's life.  I don't
think you remembered Breed because in your mind you probably wrote him off
as dead.  You did your best but you thought he died. You were almost
shocked that he was alive."

"You're right, Master, I was.  I truly didn't think he would live in the
chopper back to the hospital.  I did get that letter from him and was glad
he made it but never thought I'd ever see him again.  There were thousands
like Breed, Master, that I saved.  Thousands I didn't pass over and was
ordered too.  I was always in deep shit because I stayed behind to help
just one more. I was too good at what I did for them to bitch too much;
besides, those medals don't mean shit outside but while you're in they open
doors you wouldn't believe."

"Knowing you, you never used them for promotion.  Just to get them off your
back so you could do your job."

"That's about it, Sir, you know me pretty well by now."

"Is there any one you can remember that you would want to run into?"

"Yes Sir, one, his name was Johsua Cochran. He gave me something for safe
keeping and I want to give it back? I'll show you, Sir." I left and went to
where Master Jeb had put my box and brought it back with me. I undid the
box and took out another small rectangular box.  I crawled back up in
Master's lap and handed him the box. He took it and opened it and removed
the contents. A perfectly rectangular ten inch piece of clear acrylic
plastic two inch, by two inch, by ten inch.  He held it up to the light.

"My God, Beau, the man's penis?"

"Yes, Master. He was another wounded man I couldn't pass up and the other
corpsmen wrote him off for dead.  I knew a man could live without his penis
but you had to stop the bleeding or he would bleed to death. I shot him up
with morphine, lit him a joint of killer weed, and cauterized the sucker
right there in the field. I picked up his dick and slipped it into the
pocket of my jacket and thought I'd see if some hot shot surgeon would try
to reattach it for the poor guy.

We were told if a man got his dick shot off it was better to let him die by
bleeding to death.  All the other corpsmen passed him over. I couldn't get
him out quick enough but I did talk to five of the surgeons. They examined
his dick and none of them would try. They said it had been off too long.
Hell, they could have a least tried.  I was heart sick because you have to
admit it is a beautiful cock.  I brought it back to camp with me and made
love to it that night I was so frustrated, distraught, and angry."

"I'm afraid to ask. What... did...you... do... with... it?"

"I pulled a couple of rubbers all the way over it and tied it with a string
at the base.  Then I lubed it real good with KY, shoved it all the way in
my ass, then went and screwed the shit out of Wes.  I could feel it
creeping further up my ass every time I came but it was on a string. I
could pull it out. I slept with it way up inside me all night."

I started to cry softly on Master Jim's chest.

"Now, you know the worst of me, Master.  I'm ashamed.  I desecrated the
man's organ but in my defense I wanted it to have someone share love with
it even if it was me that had to do it.  I had the next day off and I had
been making a monkey pod coffee table you could put shells and stuff in
then pour it solid with this acrylic plastic that you could see through.

So I made this little box and poured his dick in solid plastic to preserve
it. It hasn't changed a bit from the day I put it in my pocket. See. I even
engraved his name on it.  I tried to find him since I've been back but
haven't been able to. Master, do you think it would be too gross to give a
man back his penis after all these years?"

"Well, Beau, I'd want it if it were mine and if you ever do find him I
wouldn't hesitate telling him the same story you just told me.  I would
want to know that someone felt that strongly about me losing my dick that
he took it and used it to have sex one last time. What you did and the
spirit you did it in was not one of desecration.  It was one of love and
homage to the poor man. You bet I'd tell him.  If you were with me, I'd
order you to tell him!"

"You can anyway, Master, if that's your wish I know you wouldn't order me
to do something you didn't believe was right.  Is that your order to me?"

"I don't mean to take advantage of my position but in this case, yes, it
very definitely is my order.  That's how strongly I feel about you being up
front and honest with the guy. He'd probably be thrilled at your story
unless he's become a hardened ass hole. In that case you did your best to
tell him how upset and empathetic you were for his loss.

If you tell him you took his severed cock to six separate surgeons to try
to find one that would even attempt to reattach it, what man could harbor
hatred toward you no matter what you did with his dick? We can't ever be
one hundred percent sure someone is going to react the way we hope but how
often has your gut reason and truthfulness steered you the wrong way."

"You're right about that, Master." I put Josh's dick away and changed the
subject.

"May I sleep in your arms tonight, Master?"

"I'm glad you decided to stay, to sleep in this old man's arms. He just may
never let you go."

"Then come, my Giant Master. Let your slave undress you and whisper sweet
secrets to Babe.  Would you want me to jump in the shower first."

"Oh no, you got at least two hefty loads up there.  Let's put another up
there, plug your butt so they don't leak out and absorb that good Master
come.  I notice your beard is getting really heavy and your moustache is
filling in well. You've got a lot more hair on your chest, too.  Several
Masters wondered if you were a Master and decided to switch.  Little Button
just knew you were a Master. He was damn cute but his Master shouldn't have
left the balls; should have had 'em sewn up inside him."

"I think I agree, Master, I think it would have been easier for the kid to
adjust.  Shit!  Would you listen to me? Six weeks ago I would've run the
other way and now I'm expressing an opinion on something I may very well
have done to me in the near future. I just realized, I'm not afraid
anymore.  I don't think I could have reached out to Button if I was afraid.
In essence I told him,

"I'm not afraid so you don't be afraid."

"You're absolutely correct, Love.  If it ever comes to be, do you fear me
taking them?"

"Not a bit. If you require them, they're yours.  Whatever it would take to
serve you I'm willing to give. I might beg you to consider a man cunt like
Blaine's. If that was unacceptable then I wouldn't question further."

"Does it bother you I may have changed my hard line on that subject?"

"Not at all, Master, I just think you've worked through some things and if
you found a slave that willingly provided for your needs you wouldn't have
to require that of them. I hope I might have had some small role in that
decision. But, what if your slave felt it necessary for him to prove to you
the totality of his commitment to be your slave and give them to you like
Scout did?"

"That, in some ways, can be an empty gesture as Scout's was.  He knew he
was holding back from me and thought that would be the ticket that would
gap the divide between us. I'll admit it helped but there was always
something missing.  It's vain to compare people and you're nothing alike;
however, unlike Scout, you have never held anything back from me from my
first night with you. If anything you give fifty percent more than a
hundred percent of yourself to me at all times. Like right now, your ass
has to be hurting like hell and dragging, yet you're so concerned for my
pain, yours doesn't matter. Why would I want your cock and balls to wear
around my neck when you give me more than what I need?"

"As a trophy, perhaps?"

"With my collar and leash on you, you on my arm, that's trophy enough for
me, Little Beaver."

"Do you really mean that, Master Ox?"

"With all my heart, little One, with all my heart."

Of course we kissed.  It was one of those moments when your soul pours into
another and becomes one.  Something I never thought would happen between
the giant and Little Beaver. A painful alarm rang in my subconscious;
remember your commitment to Master Earl.You will honor that commitment to
the man that first laid claim to your heart. The man that had no hesitancy
to ask you for a commitment in return. The man you promised your all to.
You will honor that commitment. Give the giant what you can.  You have love
enough for both.

Just don't mislead him that there's the smallest chance you'll have a
change of heart about your commitment to Master Earl. You can't and you
won't.  Not to be spiteful to the giant, you're not enjoying his pain but
it's not your fault.  He had a chance, he knows it, he will have to deal
with it. For now, pleasure him as he is today your Master and will be more
than you thought, through your training. Show him your love. You're not to
be the judge of him.  He will judge himself.

"Come, Master Ox, let me undress you, rub your back for you. Under that
leather cod piece I can hear a wee small voice of a good friend that's
crying to himself. 'Little Beaver has forgotten about me.  He doesn't love
me any more.  He hasn't ridden me in a long time.'"

I lifted his left leg between my legs with the instep of his big boot to my
crotch and clamped my thighs around it.  He put his other big boot on my
ass and gently but forcefully pushed until his left boot began to move off
his foot. It came off and while I was enjoying the smells of it I was
clamped on to his right boot being pushed on my ass by his big foot.

Both of them off, he smiled his proud papa smile as his little boy feasted
on the fresh smells of both his boots. My dick got roaring hard. The smell
of the giant's boots does that to me every time.  I don't care if I have
just been fucked for the fortieth time and came every time.  Put his boot
under my nose and 'Sproing'!  Is that being conditioned to sexual response?
You bet your sweet ass it is.  I loved it. It was a sure guarantee I'd be
ready for him at a moments notice.

I rode Babe good.  Not just a trip around the block.  I rode him and made
him climb the hill at least three or four times until the giant was ready
to ring my neck if I did it to him again.  When a giant threatens bodily
harm you know it's time to ride Babe to the barn.  Poor Babe's tongue was
hanging out when the giant arched in mid air sending every last drop of his
come into me with saliva slung everywhere as the beast in him lost it.

I loved that fucking beast.  I felt the love of my old man in the desert
every time I slammed my ass down hard on old Babe, too.  I could feel him
breathing heavy over my shoulder giving me pointers,

"A little harder right there, longer stroke, that's it, that's it, Son, now
take the man home, Son, you've worked hard for it, you deserve it, enjoy
it."

"Thanks, Dad."  I said quietly.

"You calling me, Dad, Beau?"

"No, Master, I was just thanking dad for the tips he was giving me while
riding Babe and for my shredded ass."  Master Jim laughed a funny laugh.

"Yesterday, I would have said you were yanking my chain. Now, I just think,
'Well, that was really nice of old Beryl to help out.'" Then he really
laughed. "I told you, you had a convert.  I will never question what comes
out of that mouth again. I'll just think, well, it's kinda weird but I'm
gonna' bank it just in case."  He reinserted my plug, and we showered
together making sweet love.

Since I didn't come while riding Babe (I was too busy listening to Coach
Beryl) The giant made me straddle his big leg and bounced me, fucking my
plug while jacking me off in the stream of the hot water. It didn't take
long for old swinger to shoot with that monster paw wrapped tightly around
it choking it to death. Woah, dogies, bingo, and jackpot all rolled into
one.

I crawled into bed one tired little motherfucker.  I'd never had so much
emotion, sex, joy, love, pain, acceptance, giving, receiving, laughter, and
heartache crammed into one twenty four hour period in my life. I had become
a Mt. Washington Rough Rider and was damn proud of it.  Almost as proud as
the flesh on my butt.

I felt like I could face anything. Bring on your worst world, Little Beaver
is ready for you now. I lay still as my giant gently rubbed ointment on my
proud butt. It felt so good having his massive paw rub my butt. Then he
moved to my back and I remember taking one deep breath and letting it out
slowly. I must have drifted off to sleep when I felt two massive hairy arms
thrown around me and pull my backside to a hairy monster's chest and
crotch.

It brushed it's hairy face against my neck, probably to sniff me to see if
I smelled edible?  It's male member kept sticking out between my legs. I
was in a nether world and thought, 'I hope it's a good monster.  It
certainly feels comfortable. I wonder if it will just let me sleep next to
it for a while?  It's so damn warm with all that fur.  It may eat me during
the night.  Don't care. Be worth it."

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End Chapter 13~
The Ties That Bind
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