Date: Sun, 16 Mar 2003 07:34:55 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "The Ties That Bind Chapter 2"

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THE TIES THAT BIND
By Waddie Greywolf


CHAPTER 2 ~ BIG JIM: HOMO GIGANTICUS


Part I ~ The Giant Wet Dream

I could hear a pair of big motorcycle boots stomping down the hall and
looked as the biggest man I think I saw in my life walked into the room. He
was past big, he was a giant. I couldn't decide if he was good looking or
butt ugly. Big Jim's face was craggy and rugged. His nose had been broken
several times and lay somewhat flat.

He walked with a lumbering gait and reminded me of a Neanderthal.  Somewhat
like a pro-wrestler. Broad at the shoulder and narrow at the hips. He had
huge hands and bigger feet. I couldn't take my eyes off his boots. He
looked like he was born to wear them. He wore the biggest pair of knee high
Wesco engineer boots I ever saw.

His head was either shaved or he was completely bald. He had fierce grey
eyes and a mean, hard look about him until he smiled. Big Jim had a neatly
trimmed full black beard and mustache.  He had a ridge above his eyes that
joined in the middle.

He eyebrows grew thick and almost together. He had to duck as he walked
through doorways to keep from hitting his head.  Big Jim stood almost seven
feet tall or taller and every inch a man. I wondered what secrets this huge
man hid beneath his leather pants.

Okay, I decided, he's not the best looking man I'd ever seen but he was
definitely not ugly. His sheer size was enough to make me fantasize some
very nasty thoughts. Damn, he was a hot man.  He had a self assured wild
animal attraction about him that made me want to scratch behind my ear with
my foot.

"Woah!" Big Jim said looking right at my extended belly.  He had a deep
bass-baritone voice that had a twinge of slow southern drawl. Yep, he was a
`bubba.'

"He ain't pregnant, is he?" he laughed. Master Jeb moved behind me and
placed his hands around me again.

"Watch this." Master Jeb said proudly, as he again shook my belly making
the sloshing sound.

"Damn," said Jim, "you sure know how to fill 'em up Jeb.  Can I feel it?"

"Sure, he's my slave for this evening. He doesn't have much to say about
what I choose to do. Ain't that right, slave ?"

"Yes, Sir, Master Jeb, Sir."

"I like the sound of that." Big Jim said as he began to rub my belly with
his big paws and whistled. "Now, that's the way a slave should be
kept. With a belly full of his Master's good piss, looking like he was a
pregnant little whore and damned if he ain't a pretty one, too? Who's he
look like to you, Jeb?"

"The cowboy." Master Jeb answered resolutely.

"Could be his double."  Big Jim allowed.

"He didn't lose a drop." Bragged Master Jeb.

"Shee-it!" said Jim, "Can I have him? You know I've been looking for a
slave-boy, Jeb."

"Well, he's not a slave yet but I have someone in mind for him.  I think he
might be persuaded to become this man's slave." Master Jeb spoke
regrettably to Big Jim. "He's new to the idea of becoming a slave so he
thought he would `try on' being a slave with me."  Big Jim looked me in the
eye like he could see into my soul, grabbed my arm tightly.

"If it don't work out for you, Boy, and you want a good man to call
`Master,' if you're trained or not, look me up. When you find me don't even
speak to me if it ain't to come to me naked, kneel in front of me, kiss
each one of them boots, and ask me to be your Master, understand?" he said
forcefully shaking my arm.

"Yes, Sir, Master Jim." I replied. Big Jim let go of my arm and moved
around behind me. He put his big hairy arms around me, took hold of my
belly and shook it for himself. He laughed heartily.  He had the most
intoxicating clean male scent I'd ever experienced. It was strong, musky
without any hint of aftershaves or deodorants.

It was a strong healthy man smell. I didn't want him to ever move away from
me.  He was the kind of man I use to choose as a five year old boy to crawl
up into his lap and curl up on his big chest.  For some reason, I didn't
understand then, they would invariably get a wet spot in their overalls
right at the crotch. Did I exude some passive sexual pheromones at such a
young age?

"You're prettier than a speckled pup, slave-boy, and the things I could do
to you makes my old dick hard just thinking about 'em.  But, damn, Boy," he
whispered, "maybe it's best Jeb sets you up with some other Master 'cause
I'm pretty rough edged and set in my ways.  The first thing I'd have done
to you, if you were my slave, is have your cock removed and your balls sewn
up inside you.

You'd never think of your dick anymore 'cause I'd feed both your holes so
much of my old dick that you wouldn't have time to be remorseful. The only
cock you'd think about getting off would be mine. I'd make you a toy to
pleasure me for the rest of your life.  I'd also take care of you and love
you like you could never imagine."

I was speechless; stunned. Here was this huge man talking to me about a
permanent relationship and this was my first exposure to this life
style. It scared the shit out of me and excited me at the same time. I
couldn't imagine having my dick cut off but I was touched by his candor.
To say nothing of having the balls to say something like that to a total
stranger was pretty self assured.

Then again, why shouldn't he be, he was a giant and few men would dare
question his actions. I was trying like hell to digest all this, and my
brain was telling me, `Run away, run away,' but my dick had a mind of it's
own and wasn't having any of my fears. It stood at attention and wanted to
stay and play. The son of a bitch was drooling pre-come. Betrayed by my own
cock. It deserved to be cut off.  Master Jeb must have been watching me
pretty closely.

"Well, Jim, I can tell you one thing about him."

"What's that, Bro.?" Big Jim asked his friend.

"He's definitely a boot slave. I think he just fell in love with your's. I
think you could have `em cleaned real good if'n you play your cards right."

You know," said Big Jim, "they haven't had a good cleaning in a long
while. I haven't found a slave that could really get into cleaning them
while I beat his ass with my whip." my cock, Benedict Arnold, instantly
saluted, not to be missed by Big Jim.

"Okay, slave, I'm turning you over to Master Jim for a while. You do what
he tells you and clean those big boots of his. You make me proud."

"Yes, Master Jeb." I answered. "I'll do my best, Sir," meaning every
word. The thought of cleaning those huge boots for Big Jim made my juices
start to flow in my ass again. I new enough about S&M that my tongue was
going to get a workout and my mouth began to water just looking at them.
His boots were hot and so was the giant that wore them. I was sure he was
born in those boots.

"Get down there on 'em, boy. Use your tongue and clean 'em real good." He
pulled something out of the inside pocket of his big leather jacket and I
felt it come down hard across my ass. It was a short flogging whip. I had
never had my ass whipped before but after a while I began to wonder why? I
guess I never had anyone care enough to whip my butt. I could feel Master
Jim communicating his interest, his needs, and passion through the whip and
it drew me close to him. I even found myself raising my ass for him to land
his best stroke.

"Keeps your mind on your work doesn't it slave boy?" He was right but I
didn't have to tell him. He could tell. I made sure I cleaned every inch of
those wonderful boots. Damn, his big boots smelled and tasted good and the
more I sucked and licked the hotter I got. He would `whop' me a couple of
times with the whip then gently rub the area he whipped with his huge
paw. Took the sting right out and damned if it didn't feel good with his
huge hand on my butt.  I became so excited my ass started dripping.  He
noticed the drops on the floor.

"What's this, slave?" He asked rhetorically, as he moved his big hand
around to my hole. I immediately moved my ass so he wouldn't have to reach
for it. I felt him enter me with one, two, then three fingers. "Damn,
slave, you always produce this much butt juice when your eating a man's
boots? Are you sure, Jeb," he called to the other room, "he ain't had some
training?" giving me another blow with his whip.

"None! I believe him and what he's told me. You know as well as I do, Jim,
some men are born slaves. That isn't bad, as a matter of fact they're the
fortunate ones, because once the genie's out of the bottle there's no
getting it back in. To say someone is born a slave is a compliment, but
it's somewhat unusual. We don't find many men that from birth were meant to
be slaves.

What's more unusual is he's a cocky little butch bottom. I've tried to talk
to him. I don't think he believes me but it's obvious he's hungry for what
he's getting right now. He needs control.  He's looking for men that will
dominate and use him. We may have opened the flood gates. Did you check out
his ass juices?

Take him to the dungeon if you want, talk some sense into his head or beat
it into his ass, either is good." Master Jeb laughed. "I'd like him to
return.  I also told him I might consider taking him on myself as a new
slave for training and sell him later after he learned all the basics. What
do ya' think?"

"I think you'd be a damn fool not to, Jeb." They talked like I wasn't even
there. Like I was an admired animal they were thinking about buying. I must
be all the things they said because it turned me on even more. What was
happening to me?

"Since you're going to be staying here for a while would you be interested
in helping with his training?" Jeb asked Big Jim with a wink.

"Hell, yes, I'd love to.  Between the two of us we could whip his ass into
shape to be one of the best damn slaves ever offered on the Southern
California market. You could name your price, Jeb."

"Well, if he gives himself over to us for training , you do understand he
will be a financial asset to my business and will ultimately be sold.
Hopefully, to the Master I have in mind as money is no object for him. You
won't fall for him and screw things up will you?"

"No, not if he's part of your business, I'll keep my feelings in check. You
know me Jeb, if I give my word, you can bank it."

"I know, Jim, and I'm kinda glad you wanna' participate because I'm gonna'
depend on you to take him to the gym three days a week. We want to build
him up as much as possible and you're just the man that can do it. Besides
that, Jim, you should really make an effort to check your emotions at the
playroom door.

You fall hopelessly in love with your slaves and they walk all over
you. You can still fall in love with them, just don't let `em know." I
finished Big Jim's boots. He was still playing with my ass which I
continued sticking up for him to get the best feel he could. He already had
four fingers pretty deep in me and I was backing up hoping for more.

"Well, Boy, have you thought about it?" Asked Master Jeb, "You've heard
what we said. We're willing to take you on to train but you have to be
ready for it. You must make up your own mind. As we discussed you have to
ask yourself a lot of soul searching questions to which there are no easy
answers.  I know you won't arrive at your decision without weighing every
detail.  You may have further questions. If so, you may contact me anytime
day or night.

One question that might come to mind, I'll answer right now. Are we trying
hard to sell you a package? Are we shading the truth by telling you only
good things about Master/Slave relationships to recruit you to our
lifestyle? The answer is an unqualified, `Yes;' however, that isn't
necessarily bad.

Consider, I have been a Master in this lifestyle for over forty years and I
know a natural when I spot him.  It's not a put down for me to tell you
that you were born to serve a good man. In short, you have a slave
mentality in that nasty ass little `butch bottom' body of yours.

If we seem evangelical and our comments of encouragement seem geared toward
getting you to make a decision then we're guilty as charged. It's also
'cause, I for one, would hate to see someone throw away their chance for
happiness because of our intolerant, repressed society.

Let me put it another way and that's all I'll say about the subject, you
were born a slave, you are a slave, and you'll die a slave. Ask yourself,
if you feel that even a small part of what I've told you might be true,
will you live your life without ever having been owned by a good man and
calling him Master? Only you can decide.

No one will force you to accept anything you're uncomfortable with, after
all, we're talking about consensual slavery. You must agree to it. You
could make a lot of worse choices in life. So many people go through their
lives with a hunger in their gut they never try to identify and die never
having experienced much happiness. They settle for ho-hum lives of quiet
desperation. Don't let that happen to you, Son, you deserve better.

If you decide to join our world, you must make arrangements in your life so
you can enter training for permanent slavery. You must sell or give away
all material possessions and you must quit your job.

Any money or savings you must put into a high yield long term growth
savings account and leave the passbook with someone you trust, a good
friend or send it to a relative and tell them you are interring some secret
service and can't be contacted. Hell, tell them you got a job at area
fifty-one and it's so secret no one can know where you are.

Of course, I'll keep all your personal information about your family in
case they have to be contacted in an emergency situation.  You won't need
money once you enter training. I'll absorb your expenses as if you were my
own slave and you will be until sold. What's in it for us? I will get
seventy five percent of your sale price and you will have the other twenty
five percent deposited in your secret account.

You will report here at a specified time and contracts will be signed
between us. When you're ready and we feel you have more than just the
basics of training then we'll put the word out and you'll be put on the
market and sold. We won't invite anyone to bid on you that aren't known to
us as a sane, stable, and financially comfortable Master.

Then other contracts will be necessary. You must forget about the account
and never tell your new Master you have it available to you. I'm not
suggesting you lie to your Master.  You should always be truthful and
honest with him so he may trust you.  Just don't say anything about it.

If asked about financial holdings tell him Master Jeb handled all that for
me. That will be the truth because I intend to make sure you do these
things for your ultimate protection. I will see to it that the account is
in your name only and I'll be signed on only to countersign any withdrawals
to make sure you aren't being stiff-armed. I won't be able to access your
account other than approve withdrawals.

You may need that money for an emergency to get out of a bad
situation. Shit happens. If you feel there's a valid reason for you to tell
your Master about these funds, you must, and I repeat `must,' discuss it
with me before you tell him anything.  Make some excuse to visit or phone
me in private. I'm going to see to it that it's there if you need it.

I have sold good slaves to many satisfied Masters and had several contact
me later concerning his slaves holdings before he entered training. I've
never betrayed the trust of those slaves and simply tell the Masters that
inquires, that the slaves turn over all monies to me as a requirement for
their training.  It's the truth. I'll require you to comply with my order
to open a savings account in your name and it's my requirement that I'm to
be signed on as co-signer; however, the Master is satisfied that I charged
for training.

Don't worry about being sold. We wouldn't sell you for quite a while. In
fact, if you're afraid, I'll make you a deal, with Big Jim as your witness,
I won't even consider putting you up for sale until you come to me and tell
me you're ready. How's that? Beside I think we both would look forward to
having you serve the two of us and breaking in that little slave ass of
yours, right, Jim?"

"You know I'm in, Jeb." Big Jim replied

"Did you understand everything I said, Son? Do you have any questions?"

"Yes, Master Jeb, I understood, " I replied, "I don't have any questions
that can't be answered later but I need some time to think about it.  If I
decided to accept your offer, it would take me about a month to get rid of
everything."

"That's okay, Son, I understand; but, if you think about it too long you
won't do it and you'll live the rest of your life wondering if you did the
right thing. So, I'm giving you a dead line of one week from today at this
time, six p.m., when our offer to train will expire."

"I'll still agree to refer you to other Master's that might take you on for
a few sessions." I was sitting on Big Jim's lap in an overstuffed chair
when I answered Master Jeb.

"I understand, Master." I could feel Big Jim's cock getting hard beneath
me.

"Speaking of breaking in slave ass's, I think I'll throw you over my
shoulder, carry you to the dungeon and do my damnedest to open up that
tight little hole I've been hearing about, if'n Jeb don't mind."

"Would you give food to a starving child, Jim?" asked Master Jeb playing
with Big Jim.

"You know the way I feel about kids, Bro. Yes, in a heart beat."

"That's one of the most starved little holes I've fucked in several years.
That slave-ass just hasn't been fed enough big hot dicks and it's damn near
about to grow shut."  They went off on each other.

"Damn, I sure wouldn't want that on my conscience.  We better get down
there and force-feed the poor thing."

"Take 'em down to the dungeon, chain him up in the sling and fuck that
little ass until his house is haunted.  He's your's to enjoy. Just take a
shoe spoon with you, 'cause he's really tight.  I might've loosened him up
a little 'cause he's wearing a pretty big load up there and don't need too
much lubing.  I'll tell you true, Jim, best fuck I've had in a good while
and I'm hoping we get to plow that little butt on a regular basis."

"Oh, he's gonna' get fucked right good, Bro. He's got me hotter'n a fresh
fucked fox in a forest fire.  C'mon slave, you're my meat for a couple of
hours." Big Jim said as he grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder like a
sack of potatoes and started for the basement.

"Master?" I asked Big Jim.

"You have a question, slave-boy?

"Yes, Sir, would you fuck me wearing those big boots?"

"I don't do requests, slave." He said sternly, then threw is head back
laughing, "It's the only way I would fuck you." He stated as he carried me
down the stairs into the huge basement dungeon.



Part II ~ The Dungeon

"Now help me get my clothes off, the quicker we get `em off the quicker you
get to take a ride on me old stallion and don't worry, my bite is a hell of
a lot worse than my bark." he laughed again. "If you took Jeb you won't
have much problem with me." I was about to get fucked royally by this giant
that was treating me like he'd known me all his life. He seemed comfortable
kidding me. Underneath, I sensed, there was a man that could be a stern and
strong disciplinarian,--- if there's a God?

Fee, Fi, Fo, Fum my ass, I wanted to climb this giant's damn bean
stalk. The man of my fantasies, my instant hard-on. I helped him off with
his huge boots and made sure my nose was as close to them as I could
without being obvious. He picked up on me right away and shoved one of them
in my face, grabbing the back of my head in his huge paw and holding it
there. He laughed robustly.

"Damn it, Boy, if you want to get a good smell of them boots don't be
shy. A Master loves to see a slave boy sniff his boots. It turns him on."

His crotch was swelling. I helped him off with his leather pants and saw
his huge shaft flop out and stand almost straight out from him. He wasn't
quite as big around as Master Jeb's but it was a good two inches longer.

I helped him back on with his boots. I knelt in front of him and put the
sole squarely in my crotch covering my dick and balls. He grinned real big
when he saw where I'd placed it and he good naturedly took advantage of my
vulnerable position when he had to press pretty hard to get his feet back
in them.

I didn't move an inch as the big boot pressed into my crotch. I got light
headed and thought I was going to pass out. Not from pain but from the
sheer ecstacy of a fantasy come true. Damn, one of my greatest fantasies
was to be fucked by a giant wearing the biggest damn boots on Earth and it
was about to come true.  I immediately fell to my knees and started kissing
them again.

"Well, Boy," Big Jim said while I ate his boots, " I've been drinking beer
all afternoon and I have `ta piss like a race horse. So, you wait here
while I go to the head." I noticed he looked at me closely when he said it.

"Please, Master, may I have it?" I asked.

"I was hoping you'd ask, slave; although, you understand I could order you
to take it. I was worried you might've had your limit.  Damn, Jeb likes to
fill 'em up. You sure you can handle some more 'cause I got a lot backed
up? I'd hate like hell to waste it if you think you can take some more."

Having learned from Master Jeb a little about drinking a man's piss I knew
what to do this time. I took Big Jim's cock in my mouth and skinned back
his considerable foreskin. It was already lubricated with man smegma and I
shoved it as far down my throat as I could get it, well past my uvula and
any point of gag response. I put my hands on Big Jim's butt and squeezed
gently to let him know I was ready to receive him.

It took him a minute but he didn't try to control the flow when he finally
let go. I could feel the hot liquid gushing down my throat like a toilet
drain and once again I could feel my belly expanding. I was a little
disappointed because I didn't get to taste it that way and I'll admit I'd
developed a taste for man piss. He finished and told me I could pull off. I
cleaned him up real good. Then he told me he had a little more for me.

"Please, Master, in my mouth. I didn't get to taste the last batch."

"Sure, Boy, you like the taste, huh? That's good. I've had a lot of slaves
that would gag it down but rarely one that really liked it. If you like it
that much I can control the flow so you can take it all in your mouth if
you choose; although, I'll have to say you're one of the only slaves I've
found that could take a cock down their throat far enough to cancel the gag
reflex. That's hot.

I'd require you to take it sometimes if I get a chance to train you
especially in a social situation.  I'd love to show some wanna' be Masters
how a good slave should take care of his Master and drain him completely
without wasting a drop. You're talent's should become a reflection of my
success as a Master.  Here, Boy, enjoy." as he slapped the head of his big
cock on my tongue. I closed my lips around the head and sucked gently.

I didn't wait long and I had a mouthful. He stopped the flow and I let a
little slide down my throat, a little more, and a little more until it was
all gone. I imagined that man piss would be nasty tasting but Jeb's and
Jim's didn't.  It was good. I gently sucked for more and lightly squeezed
Big Jim's butt again. He gave me another mouthful; down it went; another,
and down it went. I kept squeezing his ass for more and sucking for more
flow.

I remembered the calves on the farm when they wanted their mothers' milk to
flow faster would use their heads to butt her belly. I wondered if it would
work on Master Jim?  I wanted to gulp it down and he opened the gate. I
must have gulped down eight or nine big mouth fulls and as fast as he could
pump it out of his fire hose. I think he was a little amazed. My belly was
stretched to the max. It looked like a fucking balloon. It felt hot. I took
it in my hands and moved it back and forth.

"That's all for right now, slave. Hell, you done good. You didn't spill a
drop and I was giving you full flow there at the last. That means a lot to
a Master to have his slave boy take every drop of his piss or come.  It
means his needs are important to you."

I licked Master Jim's big cock getting the last taste of Big Jim's man piss
I could.  Big Jim even gave me a couple of unexpected mouth fulls and I
held each in my mouth tasting the flavor of Master Jim's body, swallowing a
little at a time until it was gone.

"Now suck on my dick and leave a lot of spit on it. That's all the
lubricant you're gonna' get. I'm about to split your little butt like Paul
Bunyan with a big ax.  Jeb busted your cherry, didn't he?" he asked
rhetorically.

I slathered him up the best I could and had an idea that I was, once again,
going to be taken hard. My asshole started spasming just thinking about
it. Strangely enough, I looked forward to the pain and it sure got my
dick's attention.  From the looks of Master Jim's cock I wouldn't be
disappointed.

`What's wrong with me?' I thought.

"Now, get in that sling behind you, Boy." I raised my ass up into the
leather sling and Big Jim raised my legs to fit in a `Y' in the chains.  He
went to a shelf and got a pair of leg cuffs, wrist cuffs, put them on me
and clipped then to the chains.

"There, that should be more comfortable for you." he said as he opened a
bottle of poppers under my nose.  My head began spinning from the strong
vapors from the clear yellowish liquid as I breathed deeply.

The next thing I knew Big Jim's cock was completely in side of me. My ass
started to spasm but this time the pain felt different. It was still
painful but somehow stimulating. It hurt but just this side of good. My
pain meter was still in the bad zone; however, my ass calmed down faster.

Even though I hadn't experience as much pain as I had with Master Jeb, Big
Jim felt damn good when he slammed it in. I knew I was about to get the
second, best fucking of my young life and fuck me he did. Man, did he fuck
me. It seemed like he fucked me for hours but that's not a complaint. I
could tell Big Jim loved to fuck and knew he was damn good at it.

Once he relaxed me and loosened me up, he was like an E-ticket ride at
Disney Land.  I just kept letting the big man punch my ticket. I felt like
I was going come several times but Master Jim would stop fucking me and
order me to bite down hard with my ass on his shaft. The feeling would
subside.

He seemed to get pleasure out of having the power over my body to build me
up to the point of coming and then insist I not come. He warned me if I
came without permission he would whip my ass.  I believed him and worked
hard at not coming, not because I was afraid of his whip, but because I
wanted desperately to please him. Needless to say, I didn't come.

He taught me how I could use the sling to fuck his dick with my ass. He
stood still and I would pull on the chains near the upper part of my
body. It would raise me almost off his big dick then I would let go and
gravity would cause me to slide the length of his cock and slam into his
pubes. It acted almost like a swing. I could get a motion going then slam
back to the base of his fuck shaft.

I began to think how in one afternoons time I had the best sex of my life
with two of the hottest men I ever met, either one, of which, I would
consider settling down with. I wondered what my decision would be?  I was
enjoying this afternoon of living like a slave more than anything I ever
experienced. I also felt relaxed and comfortable calling them Master. I new
I could call Big Jim `Master' the rest of my life.

Big Jim finally announced to me that he was going to get his rocks off and
for me to lay back and relax. He didn't want me working with him, he
explained every Master has their peculiarities when it comes to fucking and
he was going to fuck me mean and hard.

He said he knew what he was doing and didn't want me trying to help because
I might get hurt. I didn't know what to expect but after fucking me for a
while he fucked me harder and harder slamming the entire length of his big
cock in me.

I tried to make it as tight as I could for him but he would fuck even
harder. I was about to go up the wall because the tighter I tried to make
my ass the harder he would slam his huge cock into me. All of a sudden the
muscles in my ass seemed to lose all strength.  My hole opened up to him
like a damn flower.

By this time, Master Jim was fucking me like a wild man. It became clear,
he felt my hole relax, lose any ability to tighten and that was the feeling
he needed. Big Jim felt my ass open up without any resistance to the mean,
savage thrust of his cock and started yelling,

"Yeah, yeah, yeah, that's what I want. Fucked you good, slave. Feel that
tight little slave butt open right up.  It's mine now, slave. I own it! All
of it! All of that little man-pussy. That tight little ass ain't so tight
now. I'm making you give up the good stuff now, slave.  Ridin' you like a
fucking Brahma bull.

Opened up that little hole so your man can get down to the good stuff.  You
wrote the check, slave, I'm damn sure gonna' cash it.  Feel it, slave?
You're givin' that good stuff up to your Master. You're gittin' it all,
slave. Up your ass, slave, 'cause I'm taking it!  Right,.....NOW!!!"

With that he shot, held it in for a minute while he emptied his sweet man
come into my gut, took it out to the head, slammed it to the hilt, held it
in again as he emptied more, and repeated the stroke once more each time
emptying more of his hot ball juice into my starved, slave boy ass.

As he came he lost all control of his salivary glands and he began to drool
out of the corners of his mouth. His spit was thrown everywhere as he slung
his head to and fro with his eyes tightly shut in his moment of
release. His spit was all over my face, chest and piss filled belly.

I never heard of a man losing it like that when he came. It was hot.  It
was like Master Jim had reverted to a wild animal and I had a huge Kodiak
bear up my butt, huffing and puffing, spitting, and fucking the holy shit
out of me.

He grabbed the front chains of the sling and pulled me up toward him. I was
still tightly impaled on his huge cock as he bounced me three times hard to
the base to squeeze the last few drops of come into my ass.

He collapsed on top of me for a few minutes to get his breath with his dick
still throbbing and emptying mixed male fluids up my shit chute. I could
swear I felt him pissing but didn't say anything.  Unprompted I began to
babble.

"Thank you, Master Jim. Thank you. Thank you for the good fucking,
Sir. Thank you for fucking this slave-boy's ass. Thank you, Sir."

"You weren't too bad yourself, slave boy.  You stayed with me all the way."

He remained on top off me relaxing and catching his breath. Damn, he was
big and smelled great. If God had given me one wish at that moment it would
have been for Master Jim never to remove his big dick.

"Now, did Jeb teach you how to use you ass to suck a man's dick?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Good, suck it a little to get the rest out. Like you were milking
it. There,... yeah, that's right,.... just take a little longer,...yeah,
you got the idea, ....you're getting it,...getting it all, slave. Hell, Jeb
knows what he's talking about, your are a Goddamn natural, Boy."

Then he pulled completely out and split my ass as he gave me one final
hard, slam dunk ride to the base of his huge dick.  Then I knew what a
roller coaster junkie must feel like. After a few minutes with his cock
still up my butt he yelled up the stairs to Jeb.

"Was he allowed to come today?"

"Yep!" Hollered Jeb back.

"Well, then,--you don't get to come again today, slave."

"Yes, Master." I replied trying to be understanding but damn I wanted to
come in the worst way. I had two loads of come from the hottest men I ever
met deposited in my sperm bank and a belly full of man piss.

Shee-it! I wanted to come.  I just thought how good it would feel when I
got home to lay back, take my good time, rub my piss filled belly, and jack
off. That thought no sooner entered my mine when Master Jim spoke.

"You don't wack off after you get home this evening, slave. That's an
order. You're still our slave until Jeb releases you and this order was
given before you were dismissed."

"Yes, Sir, Master Jim, I understand."

"Okay, slave, jump down out a' that sling and clean me up.  Oh, yeah, while
we've been talking I unloaded another six pack up your butt.  It'll flush
you out real good but you hold it in 'til you get home."

 He walked over to the shelves and came back with a well greased, big,
black butt plug.

"Relax, I'm gonna' snap this into your ass to keep it from leaking on your
way home. You can return it when you decide what your answer will be."

Master Jim knew what he was doing.  It took him no time to pop that big
thing in my ass.  It was tight but not uncomfortable. I got down out of the
sling, fell to my knees and began licking and cleaning Master Jim's
cock. It was the second time in one day I was cleaning a Master after he
used me.

Once again, I felt I needed to serve this man, my Master.  This giant bear
of a man. My need to serve this giant man was greater than any drive in my
life.  I was grateful I had enough sense to clean myself before I came for
my interview.  When I finished, and he approved of my job cleaning him, I
thought he might give me some more piss. Instead Master Jim climbed up in
the sling and threw his legs up to rest in the `Y' of the chains.

"Get down there and clean my butt, slave.  Do a good job and I'll let you
have some more of my boots for dessert."

"Yes, Master."

I moved in toward his hairy butt and it smelled warm and good with heavy
musty male body odors.  I started licking the hole and cleaned it good all
around the outside.  I concentrated on the rosebud and cleaned it good. It
tasted like Master Jim's big body smelled, clean, strong, and male. I never
experienced so many new experiences before. My mind was spinning. I felt
sad that I finished so quickly.

"Get back down there, slave, you're not through yet." Master Jim
growled. "Get that tongue in that hole and clean it out good, slave-boy.
You spread my butt with your hands and my asshole with your thumbs to get
that tongue up there as far as you can."

I did as ordered. I spread his ass cheeks and sunk my tongue in his ass as
deep as I could get it. Master Jim began to moan and move his butt to fuck
my tongue with his ass.  I got some of the best flavors I tasted all day.
I cleaned every bit of his hole and loved it.

What was happening to me?  Hours before I wouldn't considered doing
anything like that to anyone and here I was cleaning out of this giant
man's asshole. Eating like the first pig to the trough. I sucked the big
man's hole with pleasure.

It was time I stopped asking myself stupid questions and let loose whoever
was locked up inside me and let him enjoy the wealth. Something broke
inside me, another epiphany perhaps, I am the person inside me. I'm a
slave, giving and being used by this Master like it was the most natural
thing on earth.

"That's good, slave, you did a good job.  My hole hasn't felt that clean in
a long time.  I promised you dessert, didn't I?  More of my boots.  Get
down on 'em, Boy, and enjoy."

I did for the second time that evening, cleaned and tasted his big boots
from top to bottom. I even cleaned the vibram soles.

"C'omer, Son." Master Jim said as he pulled me up from sucking his boots to
hold me in his arms. Master Jim grabbed me around the waist lifted me off
the floor and slung us both onto a leather covered futon in the dungeon.

We lay together with his dick sticking through my legs, quiet for a
while. With his big arms around me he began to lightly play with my tits.
Maybe it was only because someone was paying me attention, but I was eating
it up and it felt damn good.

A flood of emotions raced through my mind.  Thoughts kept having a free for
all in the center of my psyche, slugging it out for control.  The cautious
side versus the fuck-it-alls.  Shut up, Goddamn it!  Everyone calm down.
Stop it!  You stupid over analytical, pick-it-to pieces piece of shit. Just
let it be for cries sake!' I yelled at myself and my over stimulated
psyche.

"Master Jim?" I spoke softly.

"Yes, slave-boy."

"Thank you for the good fucking and letting me clean your hole. Thank you
for letting me clean you boots and thank you,...well, if I've forgotten
something, thank you for that, too. I've never done anything like this
before and probably never would've if I hadn't met you and Master Jeb.  I
owe you and him a lot.  Even if I don't choose to become a slave I want you
to know how much I enjoyed and appreciated all you've taught me the
evening."

Big Jim looked me in the eyes and then kissed me like he fucked me, long,
hard, and deep. He reached down to my crotch and grabbed me around the base
of my cock and balls with his thumb and forefinger of his rough paw. He
began to twist and pull them down and out from my body like he was trying
to separate them from my crotch. He stopped kissing me and spoke softly in
my ear,

"You not gonna' need those anymore, Son." as he pulled and twisted my cock
and balls.

"But, Master Jim," I said with concern and fear, "I won't have anything to
piss through, I wouldn't have my dick to play with and sometime it's the
only sex I have for months. I wouldn't be able to come anymore and to me
that's what good sex is all about. That kinda talk really scares the hell
out a' me."

"Shhhhuu..." Master Jim whispered to calm me down as my voice rose.

"Well,..." he said and then paused ,"A surgeon could relocate your piss
hole to be about an inch and a half forward from your asshole. I watched
the operation on my last slave, Scout, who died about five years ago.

The name his parents gave him was Brent but he wasn't a Brent if you know
what I mean? When I first met him he was helping a friend of mine put a new
starter in his truck. He worked his butt off helping the guy and I kidded
him about being a real boy scout. I called him `Scout' from then on.

Everyone knew him as Scout. Even his other dad, the birth one, started
calling him Scout.  We went to Europe to visit a great aunt and uncle of
mine in Italy. Somehow, he contracted scarlet fever, the European doctors
misdiagnosed it and he died within days. We were together seven years.

It's true you wouldn't have your dick to piss through and you'd haf `ta sit
on the toilet to pee but you'd adjust. You'd still be able to come.  It
would just shoot out your little piss hole.  They'd just put you're balls
back up in the cavity they descended from during adolescence and keep them
there with a couple of pieces of surgical saran sewn to the sides of the
openings as a cover.

Some say you need the testosterone they produce.  I'd keep your ass pumped
so full of my come your lower colon would absorb more of the male hormone
than you'd ever need. I've know slaves who's Masters had them removed and
one's a competition body builder today. He gets more than enough from his
Master's come up his ass. His Master plugs him after each fuck so his slave
is forced to absorb as much as possible.


He's really a sight. We went to a pool party in Palm Springs one afternoon
and he and his Master were there. His Master never allowed him to wear
clothes in private and always kept his muscled butt plugged. He was walking
around the pool in the buff and he look great. Body by God and a crotch by
his Master.

His Master had it tattooed so that it was all one color and there were no
scars or seams. Just beautifully flat with nothing there. You'd swear he
was born that way. He loves to have people pet and scratch him around his
crotch and his Master encouraged it. When Scout saw him he couldn't take
his eyes off him. He was mesmerized. At first I couldn't tell if Scout was
afraid of what he saw or liked it and was fascinated.

After Scout had a couple of drinks he began to loosen up, the slave, Billy,
walked over, knelt in front of me and greeted me as Master Jim. After we
performed the ritual greeting he asked permission to meet and talk with my
slave. I knew him and his Master well and I ordered him to stand at parade
rest for inspection.

He put both arms behind his back, spread his legs, and proudly presented
his crotch for my inspection. I scratched a spot underneath I knew would
make him go crazy. I rubbed it and petted it a few times. I saw in my
peripheral vision Scout was a-gog.  I ordered him to turn around and
present his ass for inspection. He quickly obeyed, spread his legs, bent
over and grabbed his ankles.

I pretended to check to see if his plug was seated properly. I told him I
was going to have to reseat it. Of course he thanked me and I ripped it out
of his hole in one swift movement, held it up for everyone to see the size,
and then quickly shoved it back in.

I order him to push back with his ass and I kept pushing it at the base to
make sure it was seated properly. I ordered him to stand and be at ease. I
told him it should feel a bit better for him. He agreed, and thanked me
again. He offered to clean my boots before we left he was so grateful.  We
chatted for a few minutes.

I introduced him to Scout and they began to talk. The next thing I knew he
was at parade rest again and Scout was scratching and petting his crotch.
I was surprised when Scout turned to me and asked permission to clean it
with his tongue. I gave my permission and they both got off on the
experience. Billy, was all Scout could talk about on the way back from Palm
Springs. They became great friends.

Scout use to shoot out his little hole and claimed it felt better than
going though his dick. He was afraid, like you, and wouldn't even consider
any body modifications. He made it a stipulation in our contract when I
took him for my slave. Then as time went by he got to know some of the
other slaves who were altered, like Billy, and began to like the look of a
smooth crotch.

He told me we're only afraid of things we don't understand and when he
understood, he came to believe it was the greatest gift he could give
me. He told me he couldn't imagine continuing in a Master/slave
relationship with me unless he gave them to me. He felt he was holding back
in our relationship. I never felt that way even though those things can be
important to me.

Since he never had access to money, he couldn't go out and buy me a present
for a special occasion; however, he was creative in doing little things for
me he knew I hated. He would make tickets for those hated jobs around the
house and give them to me at Christmas and Birthdays.

I could cash them during the year and get out of them. Of course I could
have ordered him to do it and he would've without question. The point was,
it was from the heart. On my birthday, the third year we were together, he
gave me his cock and balls.

He tied a big red bow around them and put on a pair of baggy levis. He gave
me a beautiful card and wrote a cryptic little P.S. at the bottom. `I'm
going to see to it that we get rid of some of the worthless junk and
baggage we've got laying around here doing nothing. I know it would make us
much more happy. By the way, my present is hidden in my levis. It's small
and not worth much but it comes from my heart.  Now, open your present.'

I thought he was going to clean the garage or attic for me or got me some
new piece of sex jewelry. He was forever finding something kinky to play
with. Stupid me, I saw the bow rapped around his cock and balls and wasn't
putting two and two together. I started feeling around the bow to see if
there was something hidden underneath.  I got half way around and light
dawned.

I slowly looked up into his eyes questioningly and saw his eyes were
tearing as he slowly shook his head affirmative. He was crying. I was
crying. Hell, we were a mess.  I was blown away. I certainly didn't
expected it. I think that was the best birthday present I ever got.

I fucked him five times that night and made sure he came each time. That
was the last five times he ever came out of his dick.  'Cause the next
morning we were in the surgeon's office in Tijuana.  I wasn't about to give
him time to change his mind. He often said he wished he'd it done when we
first got together.

He changed completely. He gave up fear. He would walk into a lake of fire
if I took his hand and led. He found some inner peace that he never had
before. He became my rock when the world was going crazy. He stopped
playing the role of slave. He became my slave, my possession, my toy, my
boy, my son, and my love.

He trusted me to take him to the dark side of the moon and bring him safely
home. He found what he needed. He became the total slave he knew I needed
and he wanted to be. We were happy. We were family.  We had become one."  A
long silence passed between us. I sighed and began to tear up.

"To be truthful, though, our love never was fully complete.  There was
always a part of Scout I couldn't touch but for the most part I loved him
with all my heart.  I guess I still do."

"I'm so sorry, Master." I spoke softly.

Big Jim didn't say anything for a while and I didn't push him. I could tell
he was hurting inside. It was such a powerfully emotional thing for me to
see this big man, this giant, almost break into. We lay together, silent
for a long while.

"Can I tell you a secret, Master?"

"Of course you can, slave, you can tell me anything." he laughed gently,
"Lying here in my arms with my come in your gut, my piss in your belly,
after slamming a bodacious fuck in your little ass, I think you've earned
the right to tell your Master a secret."

"It feels natural for me to call you `Master'."

Master Jim was quiet for a while.

"Well, when you're brain is confused with conflicting feelings about making
your decision, remember, this secret you shared with me. Then listen to
what you said, think about what the words really mean and all their
ramifications.

Sometimes our heart's blurt out truths our minds aren't ready to accept.  I
have to confess it feels pretty damn good to call you my `slave' but you
know we can't go there. You heard me give my word to my best buddy, my
Brother. It may be hard but I'll keep my word."

Master Jim got up and went to the shelves that contained a lot of sexual
equipment.  He returned with a harness contraption.  He put a wide black
leather belt around my waist that had a black leather "V" attached with
rivets to the front of the belt. It was attached to a heavy wire cage that
he put my cock and balls in.

It was attached to another three quarter inch strap that ran from the base
of the cage to a four inch ring that ringed my hole. Another strap ran from
there up the crack of my ass and connected to the "D" ring on the wide
leather belt. The same "D" ring that held the four inch wide belt.

Big Jim cinched all three connections up tight in the back and it really
strapped the plug tight in my ass. Then I heard a lock click in the
back. "I'm going to make sure you don't jack off for at least a week.  It's
locked in the back, I have the only key so you'll have to wear it when you
come back.

When you get home and want to take the plug out, move the ring to the side
of your butt and you can get it out.  It's gonna' be a little tight but you
can do it. You can piss through the cage and shit through the metal ring
around your asshole. It will fit under your clothes.

This will be good control for you.  In a way it'll be like living without
your cock and balls `cause you won't have access to play with `em.  Couple
of days you'll forget they're there.

You can go into a stall at work and sit down to piss.  No one will notice
the cage your Master is making you wear. It'll remind you someone cares
enough about you to want to extend his control over you. By this time next
week you should be so fucking horny old Jeb'n me will have 'ta wear full
body armor." He chuckled at his joke.

You deeply needed to give what we took from you today. Jeb is right. You
need to serve a man.  He could sense that. I've never seen him fail to call
one right. It's like a sixth sense with him; however, now that the rabbit's
out of the hat it's gonna' be hard gettin' it back in. If we tell you we
think you are a natural slave, it's a complement, and it's not because we
need to recruit you.

Hell, there's dozens of bottoms out there playing at being a slave but
there's damn few that can really appreciate the subtleties of being a real
slave a Master can be proud of.  I was lucky to have found one. I may never
find another.  We feel that you could become that. Now you've experienced
what you did today, you're not going to be able to go back to just
tricking.

In a way, we've ruined that for you. We know what you need and maybe when
you're by yourself and have time to think you'll agree.  You might begin to
understand that you probably will never be happy until you're trained and
serving some good Master."

"I've got a lot to think about, that's for sure." I replied.

He held me tightly for a minute, then looked into my eyes. He kissed me
gently for a good while.  He swapped spit with me for a few minutes then
kissed me gently again and whispered in my ear.

"We can't do this anymore, I made a promise to my Bro. If you decide on
training, I'll enjoy training you in all areas of Master/slave protocol,
being your work out coach but I gave my word and have to live by it. I'm a
guest, right now, in Jeb's home. When you are fully trained you will be
sold. I can't interfere."

`That's an easy way to give the kid the brush off, to tell him you don't
want him,' I thought. That was the only thing about the experience that
puzzled me. I didn't know how to feel. I had just spent the most intense
couple of hours with this man I'd ever spent with anyone.

He opened his heart up to me and I open my door wide for him. What was I to
think? Was he just your typical blow hard leather queen that told you
anything you wanted to hear to fuck you and then erased everything by
bolting for the door?

I was trying to hint to him that I could love him and serve him but his
mind wouldn't hear it. He was closed to any possibility of him and me. He
scared me to death.  Yet, there was an unabashed romantic side to this
gentle giant.

Hell, I didn't want my cock and balls cut off and yet I knew I had to be
with this man again no matter what the cost. I enjoyed being topped by Jeb
and had no problem thinking of him as one of my Masters; however, there was
something wild and untamed about Big Jim I never experienced before.

I felt in my freshly fucked gut we were destined to be together. I couldn't
help myself thinking of him not only as a Master, but `my' Master. I could
think of no greater purpose in life than to serve this giant man and share
his life as one of his possessions. I didn't want to even think it, but I
knew if the price was my cock and balls I would seriously consider it. No
sicker puppy walked the earth than me at that moment.

If I agreed to slave training, Master Jeb would eventually sell me to
someone. It could be someone I didn't even know to become his possession.
He made Big Jim promise he wouldn't become attached to me. In a way, I
could understand Big Jim's reluctance, but come on, after what we just
shared?  Was I crazy? Was he a sociopath?  Did he have no feelings?

On the other hand, if I didn't enter training, I wouldn't be able to be
near Master Jim and my heart was telling me that wasn't an option. Should
we follow our hearts that all too often get broken, or listen to our school
mar'm priggish brains?  Shit, I really did have a lot to think about and
only one week to do it.



End of Chapter 2~
The Ties That Bind
Copyright 2001 Waddie Greywolf
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