Date: Fri, 13 Feb 2004 00:22:47 -0800 (PST)
From: Waddie Greywolf <waddiebear@yahoo.com>
Subject: "Ties That Bind Chapter 27"

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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 27 ~ DESERT PSALMS

It's knowing that your door is always open,
And your path is free to walk,
That makes me tend to leave my sleeping bag,
Rolled up and stashed behind your couch.
And it's knowing I'm not shackled,
By forgotten words and bonds,
And the ink stains that have dried upon some line,
That keeps you on the backroads,
By the rivers of my mem'ry,
That keeps you ever gentle on my mind.
John Hartford~


Part I ~ Lord Of The Rings

The next morning I awoke with Master Zack and Will talking softly with each
other. They were making love, swapping spit and Master Zack was petting
Will. They were like two wood doves building a nest conversing with each
other about the best sticks, twigs, and twine to use.

They were in love. I lay there for a minute listening to them coo and
chortle back and forth. I couldn't make out the words but I knew the
melody. It was the song of a Master and slave bonding with each
other. Fuck, I could sing the second and third chorus of that song myself.
I was beginning to think of myself as the Martha Stewart of nest
building. (Without the public stock options, of course! That wouldn't be a
really good thing.)

It must have seemed like an emotional roller coaster for young Will. Less
than a week ago he was living in a dark, depressing, uncaring, relationship
with a sociopath and this morning finds himself in the arms of a good man,
with whom, he might spend the rest of his life. It was remarkable at best.

Wes didn't mess around. When he saw a good thing he made it happen. Funny
thing was, he was good at it.  Look what he did for me and almost everyone
around me. Master Earl and I were together unquestioningly because of
Wes. I found Blaine, Breed, Cowboy, Will and now Josh because of Wes.  Josh
opened the door that helped me give up most of the ghosts of Nam.

Chief and I were brought together because of Wes. Chief and I were
inseparable. We knew we would always live in close proximity to each
other's lives and have for years. I can share the secrets of my soul with
Chief and never feel threatened.  I rolled over in bed and spoke to them,

"Good morning, Gentlemen!"  They said good morning to me. "Is this a
private love feast or could any old slave have some?" Will giggled.

"Show that slave a little love, Son."  Will rolled over and kissed me
gently.

"Gosh, that was sweet. I should be able to make it through the day
now. Thanks, Sprout. I have something to tell you, Will." I tried to hide
my self disappointment.

"What, Beau?"

"I purposely deceived you about something and the time has come to set it
right.  I didn't so much deceive you as I allowed you to mislead yourself.
Remember the Master I wanted you to meet who you would fall in love with
the first time you laid eyes on him?"

"Yes." he said resigned.

"That Master was Master Zack."  He looked at Master Zack who smiled and
nodded. "I let you believe there was another Master because I didn't want
to influence you and Master Zack.  If it was meant to be then it would
happen.  Fortunately, it seems to be working out that way. So will you
forgive me for allowing you to think otherwise now that you know my
reasons."

"You know it, Bro.  You just made me the happiest slave-boy in the world. I
can't imagine being worthy enough to gain favor in this man's eyes let
alone his love but he assures me I have.  I'm not gonna' question
fortune. I know I love him and I`d like to become his slave, if
possible. Do you think the Dungeon Master would be angry with me?"

"Not in the least, but it will be up to your Master to make
arrangements. Not to worry, Master Zack knows what to do, and another
thing, Little Brother, I'm green with envy you've landed one of the finest
Masters in this or any other family.

Learn all you can from Master Jeb, Chief, the Dungeon Master and even me.
Become the best slave you can for this man because you'll be getting the
best of Masters."

"Oh, Beau, I do want to become a good slave for Master Zack. He deserves
the best. I just hope I can measure up to his expectations. He said I could
even keep my bike and ride with him. Isn't that great?  I can't thank you
enough, Beau."  Will started weeping tears of joy in my arms.

"Here, here, Sprout, no cause for tears. Rejoice with your big brother
you've found a fine Master.  A man who will take care of you and cherish
you. A man's man who you may serve with pride and dignity. You can pour the
love you have in that damned-up little heart of yours into being his good
slave without feeling you're being used.

Well,--- maybe used in a good way. 'Cause knowing Master Zack the way I do,
you will be used. That's why you become his property and for that, Little
One, I envy you." I laughed and they both laughed with me.

We heard sounds from Master Zack's kitchen. Sounds I recognized well. It
was Major General Oscar and staff organizing an assault on brunch for the
troops.  We went through a wonderful raise in rank for him several weeks
ago and someone found some gold stars we clipped to his collar to show his
new status.

We cleared it with Master Bert first, who thought it was a wonderful
idea. Oscar was moved to tears his scullery slaves thought enough of him to
give him rank in the kitchen.  Well, it was either that or "Your Lordship."
We had great fun with his Major Domo routine. He was strict, fair, but ran
a tight ship.

I excused myself to report for galley duty.  I asked if I could bring
Master Zack and his new love a cup of coffee? They said 'yes.'  I asked
Will if he needed another pain pill and he assured me that Master Zack's
love was taking the pain away. Neat line, wish I'd thought of it.  Damn,^×
the kid had a gift.


I walked into the living area and into the kitchen with nothing on; no
chaps, vest, boots, only my collar.  Major General Oscar and staff stopped
dead and looked at me.  I was embarrassed.

"What?" I asked.

"My, God, would you look at him, Billy." Oscar walked up to me to hug me.

"Beau, you're stunning. You have come so far with your body development
this last month it's incredible."

"Look at those tits," cried Blaine, "enough to die for."

"Will you guys stop it." I laughed at them. I joined in a task assigned to
me by the General who took every advantage of his rank to pat butts and
tweak a tit from time to time. Then he'd giggle like a school boy. Oscar
was great fun.  Billy let him shine, he loved his friend.

It was morning around the ranch and people were awakening. We had two urns
of coffee going at all times and I found myself in charge of the
coffee. Master Josh and Breed came into the house for some coffee. Master
Josh looked really hot in his boots and leathers. He was a drop dead,
gorgeous man.

He hugged and kissed me and so did Breed.  We were beginning to pick up the
pieces and put out lives back together a piece at a time. We would forever
be bonded to each other and have lived our lives in close proximity ever
since.

A couple of late arrivals entered the gates. A big bear of a man and his
slave on matched choppers.  The bear was completely tattooed from his neck
down. There was not an inch of his body that didn't have a tattoo on it
except, above the neck, below the ankles, and past the wrist. He left his
feet, hands and head tattoo free. Why? It was anyone's guess but his slave
assured me he had a reason. His dick and balls were tattooed. Even his ass
hole was completely covered with tattoos. He had most of the hair removed
from his bear like body to display himself as a living work of art.

He wasn't a good looking man but in his leathers, with all those tattoos,
plus he had rings everywhere made him one hell of a sexy man.  He had an
enormous bone through his nose that made him look like a mean savage. He
could be when he wanted to be but most of the time had the soul and sweet
personality of a choir boy.  He and his slave were from Palm Springs and
were being considered by the family for membership. They ultimately did
become two of the finest members of the family.  He was called the Ring
Master and his Tattoo and Piercing Shop in Palm Springs was appropriately
called, "Lord Of The Rings."

His slave's name was Trent.  His slave was a bit younger, shorter, more
stocky, but built like a fire plug. His Master tattooed him and ringed him
on most of his body.  He has so many rings you could hang a shower curtain
from his head alone.  The Ring Master was his unquestioned Master. His
slave wouldn't dare question it. Why should he? Trent was in charge. He did
all the scheduling and most of the set up for his Master to work and
catered to him like he was a God. It was obvious to everyone Trent was a
take charge kind a guy. If you wanted something of the Ring Master you went
to Trent.

You could tell it wasn't just a job with him, Trent worshiped the big man,
saw to his needs, bragged about him, and was the Ring Master's number one
cheering section. The Ring Master would have been lost without Trent.  He
would've folded up like a telescope.

It worked for them and was charming in a way. When Trent took his clothes
off as slaves did in our family, he had a huge ring through his cock that
really turned me on.  He had a good size ring through his nose and both
tits had two rings each.

The Dungeon Master and Master Earl came out to welcome them and introduce
them around to the other Masters and slaves.  His slave was on his knees
receiving all the Masters and all the family slaves lined up to give the
Ring Master their respect.  I was last in line. I knelt in front of him and
went through the ritual. He told me to rise.

We hugged and kissed.  He was a fine bear of a man.  He held me at arms
length and gently took one of my tits in his fingers.

"This the slave,--- Dungeon Master,--- Master Earl?"

"Yes, Ring Master. What do you think?"

"Sweet, juicy, tender, ripe!  Turn around slowly, slave." he ordered me and
I complied. When I got back around to face him he took my cock and balls in
his big hands and pushed back my foreskin.

"Well," he said, "I wouldn't wait if I were you. I'd have him ringed as
soon as possible."

"Could you do it today, Ring Master?" My two Masters asked.

"Sure, a slave this ripe will be a pleasure."  They turned and walked away
leaving me standing like a side of beef on a loading dock.  They were
discussing the size of my rings and the piercings they wanted.  I heard
Master Earl say something about a ring though his nose and old swinger got
hard immediately.

Master Earl nudged the Dungeon Master and brought my boner to the attention
of the Ring Master.  After more giggling, whispering, and lecherous side
glances it seemed unanimous, there would definitely be a septum piercing.

"Private or public?" asked the Ring Master. Master Earl and the Dungeon
Master got their heads together and walked back to me.

"We decided to leave that decision up to you, slave.  Do you want to be
ringed in private, one or two people or anyone who wants to observe."

"I want anyone in the family who wants to watch to be there. How often does
a slave get ringed? I want my family there."

"We knew you'd say that. We just wanted to give you the choice."

"Certainly, Masters, anyone in our family, of course!"

"Good then, if the three of us can go somewhere private I can show you the
rings I brought and we can agree on a price."

"Fine, Ring Master, this way please."  My two Masters led him to the room
they stayed in last night and he carried his brief case with him. I guess
they made a satisfactory agreement 'cause they were shaking hands as they
came down the stairs.

The Ring Master told them what he needed in the way of an area to work. It
was decided I would be ringed about five o'clock that afternoon in Master
Zack's dungeon. He had lots of bright spots for direct lighting and it was
cool enough down there with the air conditioning for everyone.  Master Zack
had a height adjustable massage table which was padded and covered in black
leather. It had a black leather pillow that fit perfectly at the head and
tied to the sides so it wouldn't slip or fall off. I noticed the Dungeon
Master on the phone several times and then talking to Chief and Blaine. I
saw Chief and Blaine take off in Chief's Truck.

I didn't think anything about it until a couple hours went by and they
weren't back. I asked the Dungeon Master where they went. He said they ran
into town to get some stuff for dinner and should be back soon. I didn't
think anymore about it but I was getting worried because I wanted them
there when I got ringed. It was five o'clock and everyone was gathering in
Master Zack's dungeon.

 Chief and Blaine weren't back yet.  The Dungeon Master ordered me into the
dungeon. I ask him to consider waiting a few more minutes but he wouldn't
hear of it. Finally, as I was descending the stairs I heard someone shout
they just entered the gates. I felt relieved.

Chief and Blaine were important to me and this was a special occasion.  In
some ways getting 'ringed' was more important to me than my slave ceremony.
To me it became the symbol of my two Masters total acceptance of their
control over me and my life.

The Ring Master was set up for me and Trent laid out his equipment on a
small table to the side of the table I was laying on. My family gathered
around.  Some were standing on chairs so they could see over the heads of
others.  Someone was taking polaroids.

"Do you wish to strap this slave down or will he be all right as he is?"

"No, Sir, he'll be fine. He won't move if ordered not to and he knows he
has that order."

"Fine then, for reinforcement to insure no movement, two Masters will hold
his ankles and two other Masters will each take a hand above his head."

I couldn't see above my head but I put my arms up over my head and someone
on each side took a hand. I felt a tingle go through my body from the rough
hand on my right side. A hand I held many times before. The Ring Master saw
a tear run down my cheek.

"Are you that frightened slave?"  he asked firmly but concerned.

"Not a bit, Sir."

"Then why the tears, slave?"

"Because the person holding my right hand thought enough of me to be here."
There were whispers that ran though my family, then some nervous laughter.

"How do you know who it is, slave?"

"The electricity in his body flowing into mine. The love with which he's
holding my hand. The thoughts that he's projecting to me at this moment of
pride, love, wonder, faith, hope, goodness and happiness."

"Then tell me slave who do you think it is?"

"The Master who owns me."

"You're wrong, slave, it isn't the Dungeon Master."

"No, Ringmaster, he's correct, it is his other training Master with whom
this slave originally contracted to become a slave.  This slave, until
sold, is owned jointly by me and Master Jeb."  The Dungeon Master
explained.

"The Ring Master was stunned and looked at Master Earl and the Dungeon
Master who were smiling as Master Jeb came around, hugged and kissed
me. Chief and Blaine drove all the way back to Mt. Washington to bring him
out for the night.


He wanted to be here for this special occasion.  He of all people knew how
important this moment was to me.  He made a special effort to be a part of
if for me, and I lost it.  It was the greatest gesture of love I received
for sometime.  I wouldn't let him go I was so glad he was there to hold my
hand.

"Thank you so much for coming, Master, it means so much to me."

"I knew it would, Son, that's why I'm here. I'm feeling better and had two
very persuasive young men talk me into it. I'm glad I could be here. You
know how I feel about you, Beaver."  He hadn't called me that in a
while. It was his special name for me.

I pulled myself together and he moved back to the corner of the table where
I could tilt my head and look into his eyes. Two pools of crystal clear,
calm deep blue water. His eyes, too ,were a bit misty.  I felt a big clamp
pinch my left tit tight, tighter, then tighter until the clamp was locked
into place

"Are you ready, slave?"

"I am now that my Master is here, Sir, holding my hand."

"This will hurt like a motherfucker for only a second, Son."  I felt him do
a final swab with a pain killer or antiseptic, then I felt the needle
began, the pressure, then the pain. Damn nation!  He was right, it hurt
like a motherfucker. He pushed on through, inserted the ring, clamped it
shut, unlocked the piercing clamp, and my left tit was ringed.  He repeated
the same with the right tit. It hurt too.  Damn, did it hurt!  My tits were
now ringed and everyone applauded. Two down and two to go.

The Ring Master grabbed hold of the septum of my nose with his thumb and
forefinger after swabbing it with Betadine solution.  He wiggled the area
he wanted with his fingers and pulled hard and down.  With a syringe in his
other hand I felt a pin prick in the inside of my nose. It stung for only a
moment as the pain killer in the syringe deadened everything as he moved
further into the meatus of the fleshy part of my septum.

"We'll let that take effect while we ring your dick slave. You'll hardly
feel a thing when I ring your dick, ain't too many nerve endings in that
area.  You must be a pretty special slave to have your Masters choose such
a large ring for you to start with. A number two gage is usually not done
with beginners.  They must have faith you can handle it."

I didn't say anything. My nose was going numb.  It felt strange because I
couldn't feel a thing.  I felt the Ring Master handling my dick and
skinning back the foreskin.  I made sure I was really clean before we came
to the dungeon.

He took a couple of strips of surgical tape and taped my foreskin back on
my cock so it wouldn't get in his way. I felt him swab everything with a
cool antiseptic and some kind of deadening solution. He took a swab and
inserted it into my urethra with the same two solutions. It kind of deaden
the interior of my dick.

I felt him inserting a tube up my piss hole that began to be a bit
uncomfortable but not too bad. The next thing I knew I felt a slight
pressure and waited for the pain. He looked at me and smiled.

"Didn't even flinch, slave! Done! You're cock is ringed." I raised my head
slightly and damn there was this huge silver ring through my dick. It was
hot but I couldn't feel it. Maybe it was the deadening stuff. The Ring
Master told me to close my eyes and I did.  Master Jeb was holding my hand
with such pride and love I was in heaven.  I was so proud he was with me.

I felt I missed so much other slaves had with him. I wasn't complaining
because the Dungeon Master had done one hell of a job training me. I did
have Master Jeb's constant support and encouragement. I could go to him at
anytime day or night.  His door was always open to me.

When he wasn't feeling well I would just sit with him and even that brought
a deep bonding between us.  With my eyes closed I felt the Ring Master grab
the same area of my nose again and he asked me,

"Do you feel that, slave?"

 "Feel what, Sir?"

"That's the answer I was looking for, slave." He had a cork in his left
hand and the piercing needle in the right.  I had my eyes closed but could
feel slight pressure, him wiping something, more pressure, something cool
and a snapping sound.

"You can open you eyes, slave, your nose is ringed.  I couldn't see it but
could feel it laying against my upper lip. Damn, it was a hot feeling and
old swinger got roaring hard for the folks.  They laughed as they
applauded.  They all came around, hugged and kiss me. It was a wonderful
evening.

The Ring master wouldn't let me get up right away. He wanted me to lay
there for a few minutes to make sure I wasn't going to pass out.  I felt
fine. A bit heavier with all the metal but fine. He warned me to stay as
far away as possible from the nearest cyclotron.

It was the first time I understood the feeling of being another man's
property.  My Masters picked the rings 'they' wanted me to wear. I had no
choice in the matter. That made me truly understand that from now on my
life would be decided for me. It made me feel like a slave, like I was
owned by two fine men. I was Master Jeb's and the Dungeon Master's personal
property. Soon, to belong to Officer Earl D. Shaw and become his property.

I had one more weekend of visitation and my family would not be there for
that.  A visit with the man they called Master Bear or Captain
Fantastic. What would he be like, I wondered? I would be on my own, my
family and friends that loved and sheltered me thus far wouldn't be there.

I would be on my own. Maybe he won't like me? Maybe he won't want a slave
that was ringed? They finally let me up and Master Jeb, Master Earl, Master
Zack and the Dungeon Master led me to a full length mirror in the dungeon.

There, looking back was a handsome well built slave with four of the
hottest rings in him I had ever seen.  I was wowed at the sight, especially
the ring through my nose.  Old swinger began to climb again much to the
amusement of the four Masters. I couldn't help it, it looked hot and I felt
like a fucking slave.

It was something I'd been looking forward to for some time.  No one waves a
magic wand over you, chant a few magic words and 'poof', you're a slave. It
comes by degrees, subtle things from day to day, then you wake one morning
and realize someone has owned you for several years. You can't be sure how
long it's been?  Then it hits you, you really are a slave.

"We have a little present for you, slave. The four of us pitched in and
bought this for this occasion."  spoke Master Zack for the four Masters.

They handed me a small gift wrapped package.  I opened it and there was a
nice case inside. I opened the case and there was a beautiful gold chain
with a small gold clip on one end and a tag on the other end that had only
the first names of the four Masters engraved on it: Jeb, Jim, Earl, and
Zack..


On the back it had today's date, the date of my piercing. It was beautiful
and I asked Master Jeb if he would put it on me.  He gently clipped it to
my nose ring and pulled gently on it to get my attention. My old dick got
so hard I thought I was going to shoot right there.

The chain was about two feet long and made of fairly heavy links.  Master
Zack was given the honor of leading me out of the dungeon. It worked
perfectly and certainly made me follow quickly.  My dick couldn't have been
any harder.

Everyone 'ooed' and 'aawwed' when Master Zack led me in for dinner by my
nose leash.  Everyone was gathered around a huge cake with one candle on
it. It had my name written in the icing. Slave Beau, Little Beaver, Bull
Dog Butch the Leather Fairy Killer.

I was touched. Pictures were being taken. I blew out the one candle. The
cake was set aside for after dinner.  We sat down to a great meal prepared
by General Oscar and his staff.  We had a great time.  Will came over to
sit by me and leaned in to my ear to speak quietly.

"Do you have any idea how hot you look with those rings?"

"Yes, Sprout, they let me look in the dungeon mirror before they gave me my
nose leash. I couldn't believe it was the same person looking back that was
there an hour before."

"You're not the same person, Beau. Something wonderful has happened to you
tonight. You glow, like you're radioactive or something. You have this red
and orange halo around you that's mixed with some purples and golds,...lots
a' Golds."

"Wait a minute, you can see my aura?"

"Yeah, I can see everyone's aura."

"Uuuhhh, Chief, can you see an aura around me tonight?"

"Faintly, reds, purples and golds."

"Well," said Will, "It ain't faint to me, I see it plain as day, it's
really bright." Chief came around to listen as did Master Jeb, Earl, Zack,
Bull, and the Dungeon Master.

"Do you see anyone else with an aura in the room, Will?" asked Chief.

"Yeah, everyone has one. Some are brighter than others depending on what's
going on in there lives at the moment. Master Bull's has a lot of reds and
oranges and purples, too.  He's in love."

"Shut up, Kid!" Bull playfully grabbed Will and put his hand over his mouth
to stifle him. "We don't want Charlie to hear that?"

"You're a little late, Master Bull, he all ready knows," Will said
laughing, "His aura flows back and forth with yours.  He's deeply in love
with you, too.  I thought everyone could see auras, you mean you guys
can't?"

"I can sometime, Will, but it's a gift some people have that others
don't. Sometimes it means a person has latent healing gifts they may not be
aware of." said Chief.

"Well, I'm aware of mine, Chief."

"Have you ever healed someone?"  Chief asked Will.

"Yeah, my dog one time but no one believed me. I healed myself and a buddy
after Nam.  I'm working on myself right now. My ribs are growing back
together and most of the pain has gone away. It's gonna' take me at least
another week to heal my arm and then they can take the cast off. I can heal
Beau's piercings almost over night. Well, maybe two nights. You want me to,
Beau?"

"Sure, Sprout, If it won't take too much out of you. What do I do?"

"Take my hand."  I took his smaller hand and felt a slight shock.

"You jumped, you felt that didn't you?"

"Static electricity? Yeah, I felt it."

"Wasn't static electricity, Beau. Close your eyes. Now, think of a peaceful
place and I'm going to touch you where you've been pierced."  I closed my
eyes and felt his small hand touch each spot.  I felt radiation from his
hand into my tits and cock.

My nose was still pretty dead but it tingled all over, so much so I had to
sneeze. The stinging in my tit piercings was gone. There was no pain in my
nose or my dick. I never had any further pain from any of them.  They
healed completely in two days.

Earlier that evening Allen burned himself in the kitchen helping with
dinner and was still in some pain. He took a pot to the sink to pour the
liquid off and the steam shot out and burned his arm. I asked Will if he
could heal Allen or stop the pain?

"Sure, I can blow fire way."

"You can what?" Master Jeb asked Will.

"I can blow the pain of fire away from a person. My grandmother taught me
how to do it. Come here, Allen, let me see you arm?" Allen showed him his
arm and it was bright red from the burn.  Will rubbed it gently with his
finger tips and then blew lightly on the area twice.

"There, it's gone."  Allen got this funny look on his face and looked at
me, Chief and Master Jeb.

"It's gone." Was all he said "I can't believe it, it's gone!"  It never
returned and Allen healed in about three days.  He grabbed Will, hugged and
kissed him thanking him for taking the pain away. He ran to show his
Master.

Will hadn't said anything about this gift before because he was so
unassuming it never came up until the auras. He wanted to know if I thought
Master Zack would ring him. I told him I would bet my last dollar on it.
He was happy with my answer. He couldn't wait to be ringed. He was healing
almost by the minute.  I could see a definite change in the way he
moved. He wasn't nearly as sore.

I saw things going through Master Jeb's mind. I wondered about the same
things and talked to Will.  I told him how sick Master Jeb was. He simply
told me he knew. He found out what was wrong with him the first night he
held him for so long.  He told me he had all ready started healing Master
Jeb; otherwise, he wouldn't have been here this evening.  He needed him to
lay naked under his hands one evening when we got back but he was on his
way to recovery.

"It's easy to heal folks I love. It's a bit harder if I don't care about
them. I thought I could heal Brad but I couldn't, he was too angry.  Some
folks don't want to give up their sickness, it's all they have. Your doctor
friend is gonna' shit when he gets the x-rays back on Monday."

"Why's that, Sprout?"

"They'll be back together. "

"You mean they'll be starting to mend?"

"No, they'll be together, healed." I started to question him and then
caught myself. I looked deep into his bright blue intelligent, sensitive
eyes and understood.

"I believe you, Will. I saw what you did for Allen and I know you did
something for me. I believe you, Sprout."

"Oh Good, Beau, it's always easier to heal someone if they believe in
me. Master Jeb does, too. He's been feeling better ever since I came to
stay with you guys. I've held him for a few minutes everyday and he's
coming along nicely.

Another week and a half and he'll be almost back to normal but he has to
lay under my hands one evening.  Master Jeb was listening to all this and
told him he would take his clothes off for Will anytime he wanted.

"It has nothing to do with healing, Master Jeb, I just want to see you
naked." he laughed his impish laugh.  "No, I'm just kidding, Master Jeb.
While that'll be a treat, I truly do need you to do that. That is, if you'd
like my help?" Will said not wanting to push.

"Son, I've seen some pretty remarkable things happen in the last three
months with your big brother. You saw what he did in the dungeon a while
ago. He knew about your situation before it happened and intervened.  So,
I'm a believer. If you can do anything for me you'll have my appreciation
for life.

I was gonna' add 'love' but hell you all ready got that. I do feel better,
enough to come here this afternoon, be with my family and enjoy the
evening. If you're responsible, and I have a strong feeling you are, then I
thank you and I love you for helping me."  Will ran to Master Jeb and they
hugged each other.

"Most people don't realize how healing a hug can be from another person;
especially from someone that loves us." said Will.

I never thought of that but our family is pretty healthy and we do one hell
of a lot of hugging and kissing, why not?

"Did you help me yesterday when I was in such pain?" I asked Will.

"I was there if you needed me but you did that yourself with Josh Cochran's
help.  He doesn't know it yet but he has a great healing gift.  He'll learn
about it from you and me." replied Will, "You were ready to give up the
pain, you knew you couldn't go on bearing the guilt, and you intuitively
understood Master Josh had the power to help you heal.

You used his strength to find the courage to let go.  You knew what you
were doing.  Master Josh opened a door and you walked through. You'll still
have pangs from time to time but nothing like you've had in the past.
It'll be much more manageable.

It's not bad to remember the pain so you won't allow yourself to
return. Hopefully, you won't allow it to happen again so other young man
won't have to go through what we did.  Do you think Breed would get mad if
I asked Master Josh to hold me for about thirty minutes while they're
here?"

"Gosh no, Sprout, especially if we tell him the truth."

"Master Josh is strong. If he allows me to tap his strength I can speed my
healing ten fold."

"Well, hell, let's ask him." I replied. Will made a lot of sense in
everything he said. He wasn't boastful or a wise ass. He just told what he
knew to be true. The young man had talents we never dreamed of.

Master Zack had his Aunt's antique upright piano in a large storage shed
covered by a canvas tarp. That afternoon we hear the sounds of Bach coming
from the storeroom. We crept to the door and there was Will ripping off the
second Bach Partita. Not just playing at it, playing it well.

He was so engrossed in the music he was oblivious to everyone gathering
around to listen. Master Zack couldn't close his mouth for an
hour. Needless to say the piano got moved into the house and later that
evening Will played for his new family.  Unbelievable shit!  The family
went nuts, everyone was all over him.

Bull wouldn't let him out of his sight. Master Jeb just shook his head and
added this to his other witnessed wonders.  I wondered to myself if Brad
even knew the talents this kid possessed?  Will told me later, on the way
back, that Brad never knew he could play.


Part II ~ A Man For All Seasons

Master Zack approached the Dungeon Master and Master Jeb as they were
sitting together in the small spa in the pool.  He joined them. The Dungeon
Master winked at his old friend Jeb and spoke,

"Something on your mind, Brother Zack?'

"Could be, Dungeon Master, Master Jeb." smiled Zack sheepishly knowing the
two men were way ahead of him.

"What da' ya' think of our new boy, Zack?"

"I really don't know how to answer that question, Gentlemen.  I know you're
gonna' think I'm weird or drunk when I tell you I've dreamed of having this
young man as my slave.  The strangest part is, I dreamed about him before I
ever met him.  I never realized why I felt like I'd known him somewhere,
someplace before, sort of like deja vu, until I listened to him play this
evening.  Then it struck me, this is the slave whom I have loved for years
in my dreams. With your permission, I'd very much like to talk to you about
him, if I may?"

"Shoot friend, you know we love you."

"Do you have plans for him? Will he going on the market or will he be
available for claim and transfer of ownership?"  The Dungeon Master looked
at Jeb and they both smiled.

"It's been discussed among us, Zack. Due to the circumstances he came to us
some power somewhere saw to it the two of you met.  We wanted to see what
would happen.  No one told you the details but we'll share them with you
after you're together for a while.  They are remarkable.

We'd like to see you have him if you want him. If you decide you don't then
he will be trained by Chief and me and put on the market."

"I would love to have him for my slave, Gentlemen. What are your
conditions?"

"We'll consider this conversation your declaration of claim.  You can
submit a formal claim before we go back if you wish and he will have to
sign he has acknowledged your claim. You know the drill, if at anytime
during our waiting period you decide to change your mind, or we determine
it's not going to be beneficial for both, we'll talk about it.

You can give up your claim and we'll sell him after training. Time period,
we're looking at six months.  Three for training and a cushion of three
more because of the trauma he's been through.  You don't want a rebound
slave.  We want to make sure it's the right thing for both. We do expect a
minimal charge of $200 per month for training and maintenance due monthly."

"I except your terms, Gentlemen, I'll submit my formal claim tomorrow
afternoon before you return. I'll sign whatever maintenance contract you
have for me. With your permission, I'll make an informal claim for him
before the family tomorrow afternoon right after Bull and Charlie's bonding
ceremony."

"You have our blessing Zack and may you find happiness with this slave."
Master Jeb told him.  Zack sat there for a minute, wiped away his tears and
then shook their hands.

"Gees, the steam from this hot water really gets in your eyes, doesn't it,
Gentlemen?" They smiled at him and the Dungeon Master replied,

"You know, I was just saying the same thing to Jeb right before you walked
up." He winked at Zack.  The three Masters laughed together.  Will's future
had been decided with a handshake.  It was the best thing to ever happened
to the kid.

They never asked Zack about Button. They cared but they knew Zack could
handle two slaves. Besides they had enough faith in their slave's
foretelling of the future that they knew Button would be well taken care
of. He clung to Sarge and Titus ever since they arrived. If Zack wanted
Button he looked for Sarge and Titus.

Master Zack found Button playing with Titus and told him he needed him for
a few minutes.  Button didn't seem to mind stopping his play and tagged
dutifully along behind his Master.  Zack led him between the two biggest
boulders on the back of the property.  There was a flat ledge half way up
the biggest rock he and Button patiently chipped steps out of the big rock
to get to.

The ledge became their favorite place to come in the late evening because
it faced due west.  They carried lumber up to the ledge and built a nice
bench to sit on to watch the Sun set and the stars come out. Button nestled
snugly in his Master's strong arms.

They spent many, many evenings there. They climbed the steps again this
evening.  Zack didn't know if he could do it. He didn't know if he could
tell Button he was considering taking another slave. Love can be hard to
share. He didn't want to betray Button's love. Button was simple but he was
kind and loving. He wouldn't hurt anyone.

Zack rescued him from a horrible situation of abuse. Button's step father
allowed Button to live with him as a foster child after Button's mother
died as long as Button put out sexually. He was a huge man and physically
hurt Button in the sex act. In fact that was his biggest turn on to sex
with the kid was to hurt him.

Zack tried and tried but couldn't get Button over the fear of sex enough to
enjoy it. He loved Zack deeply but Button knew he wasn't what his Master
needed. They sat there on the bench together. Zack pulled Button close to
him to watch the sun go down. He got tears in his eyes because he couldn't
get past the deep love he felt for this boy and knew he couldn't tell him
what he brought him there for.

He just sighed deeply and resigned himself to enjoying another sunset with
his love in his arms.  He would tell Will and the Dungeon Master tomorrow
he meant no harm but he couldn't go through with it. He knew Will would be
hurt but he'd get over it. He was young and there was enough good Masters
within the family who would love to have a treasure like him.

Zack's big heart was breaking as he pulled Button closer to ward off the
chill of the encroaching night.  They saw the first star. A meteor flashed
across the red-orange sky.  Zack was swallowing hard to hold back his tears
of disappointment in not having the courage nor the strength to tell Button
his decision.

Button moved his head up to kiss his Master and found his waiting lips.
Zack kissed him passionately.  Button seemed satisfied the world was as it
should be. He turned his head slightly to the side and spoke to Zack.

"I love you, Master."

"I love you, too, my beautiful slave-boy."

"I know you do, I worried a long time for nothing. You'll always love me,
that's who you are."

"You're right, Sweetheart."

"I can't go on, Master Zack, knowing you're unhappy."

"I'm not unhappy, Scamp, why do you say that?"

"I know I ain't real bright, Master Zack, but I know things.  I have
feelings. You have feelings. I've lived with you now for almost five
years. I've gotten to know you pretty well. I love you so much for what
you've done for me but I know I may never be the slave you need.  I also
know you would never force me to be that either.  You accept and love me
for who I am.  Would you consider a request, Master?"

"I will consider any request you make of me, slave."

"Take Will as your second slave, Master Zack. I know you love him and he
loves you. I'm not worried you'll love him more than me. You will love us
differently. In some ways, I'll have a part of you he will never have and
I'll gladly give him the part of you I can't make happy.  Please consider
my request, Master Zack, I think it would mean a lot to us.  I know Will
would be good to me."

Zack lost it and started sobbing hard with Button in his arms. The tears
running down his face and onto Button's. Button held his Master tight. He
knew why he was crying and let him go with it.

"I love you so much Button. I always will. I brought you up here this
evening to tell you that but I couldn't bring myself to do it.  I couldn't
watch the hurt in your eyes if you thought I might not love you anymore so
I decided not to. Now, here you are, once more, being the strong one
between us. Giving to me, wanting to see me happy, you see more than all of
us give you credit for."

"Well, I didn't just fall off the turnip truck." he said, doing his best
Sarge impression complete with imaginary cigar punctuations. It was right
on and Zack fell out laughing.

"Good one, love, damn good, you've got him down pat." he laughed again and
hugged Button. "You sure that's what you want for us?" He asked Button
quietly.

"I'm sure, Master Zack.  I've never been more sure of anything in my life,
except the night you told me to pack my things and be standing by the
curb. I'll never forget that night and the love I have for you today
because of it. I owe you my life, Master Zack.  Why should I deny you
happiness.  You will always be my Master."  They held each other and cried
in each other's arms until it was all out.

 Zack never had a talk like this with Button before.  Button never opened
up to him like he did that evening.  Button began to grow up.  He crossed
the threshold, took the hardest step, from being a young selfish child to a
caring, thoughtful, giving adult.

His Master taught him to love; to open his heart and think of others. When
he did he found it was returned to him ten fold. That night Zack reaped the
rewards of five years of talking to Button about love, life and what it
should mean to all people.

Love doesn't start with somebody else doing the right thing.  It doesn't
start while waiting for somebody else to show love to others. It starts
with us, here, now.

Button witnessed his Master perform countless random acts of kindness or
thoughtfulness for others; many times complete strangers. When Button asked
him why a stranger, he replied,

"He's not a stranger anymore, is he?"

That's the kind of man Zack was. He didn't do things for praise from
others.  Most of the time they were done anonymously.  He did them because
he truly thought it was the right thing do and because he had a good heart.

Zack's Master smiled down on him that evening and said,

"Here, take this opportunity from my hand. I give you this happiness, my
Son, because you've earned it.  Take this new slave to be your own to love,
protect, encourage and cherish that you both may grow, with my
blessing. You have found favor in my eyes. You have pleased me. I'm damn
proud of you, Son. "

The Sun went down and the canopy of stars was magnificent. Each one came
out to witness the greater love between two men. The Milkey Way, the many
campfires of souls on their way to better hunting grounds as they make
their way across the heavens toward their final home; directed, as we all
are, by unseen forces.

They stood and Zack took Button in his arms.  The Master kissed his slave
gently and held him against the chill of the night.

"You're right, Sweetheart, I'll always be your Master.  I'm proud of you,
Son."

Master Zack and his slave walked arm in arm back through the big rocks,
though the yard, into the house.  Will saw their auras passing back and
forth with each other and knew that it was good.  Zack would be his new
Master.



Part III ~ Joshua Cochran, A Balm in Gilliad


The big sheet cake was being cut and passed around. I got a piece for each
of my Masters. I was so proud of my new rings I sported an erection all
evening in front of the family.

I was a little embarrassed but, what the hell, there was nothing I could do
about it.  The damn rings were going to take some getting use, too.  I was
secretly hoping I would never get use to them.  My family laughed and
kidded me in good fun. Charlie said something funny about me and my obvious
excitement over my new rings.

"Think it's funny, huh, slave? We'll see how excited you get, tomorrow. The
Ring Master's doing you tomorrow after our ceremony." Charlie's mouth
dropped open. Then he smiled like he'd hit the jackpot in Vegas.

"Are you kidding, Master?"

"Ask the Ring Master. The rings are paid for and I have a receipt for his
services tomorrow afternoon." Bull pulled the receipt out of his pocket to
flash at his slave.  Charlie threw his arms around Bull and kissed him
hard.

"Thank you, Master, I love you, Master Bull."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Bull said, trying to be a hard ass. He just couldn't
quite pull it off, he loved Charlie too much. He leaned over to Charlie and
spoke sotto voce,

"Let's not let this get around, okay, but I think you're pretty special,
too, sweet slave." Then he kissed Charlie behind the ear. "Why else would I
bother to have you ringed. You're getting the nose one too just in case you
were wondering.  I've always wanted to lead you around by the nose, now's
my chance."

I got the last laugh when Charlie walked around the rest of the evening
with a boner.  The family really razzed him good.

Master Zack called me over and told me to go to my two Masters for
tonight. I didn't question his order I just went to my Maters and told them
Master Zack had sent me to be with them for the evening. The Dungeon Master
smiled at Master Earl.

"You wanna' take this one Earl or you want me to."

"Please, Dungeon Master, be my guest."

"Go back to your Master for the weekend and tell him, while we appreciated
his thoughtfulness and generosity, we must decline. You're his
responsibility for the weekend, with our blessings. We are here as family;
besides, you have to take care of Will and we couldn't pry him away from
Zack with a crowbar."

They roared with laughter at the Dungeon Masters joke. I returned and
related to Master Zack exactly the words my Masters had told me. He laughed
and gave them the, okay, thumbs up sign.  All the Master's were throwing
their clothes off and everyone headed for one of the spas.

Will was with me and didn't bother about his bandages anymore. He didn't
care whether he got them wet or not.  He just wanted to enjoy the hot water
like everyone else.  We got in next to Josh and Breed in the big spa
between the rocks.

"I hear you think I have the power to heal, young man?"  Josh engaged Will.

"Not a 'power', Master Josh, a gift." Will replied humbly.

"Well, when you stop to think about it, there is a difference. Especially
in the way you approach it.  You think I can help you?"

"I know you can, Master Josh."  Everyone was watching intently.

"I'm willing to give it a shot, Son, what do I have to do?"

"If Breed doesn't mind, Sir, could you put your arms around me and just
hold me for about thirty minutes?"

"My slave doesn't mind, do you, slave?"

"No, Sir, I don't mind at all. I'd like to see what happens." Breed
allowed.

"Come here, little one, and let me hold you. If I could heal you after what
you've been through, I'd be happy."

"I knew you'd say that, Master Josh, that's the kind of man you are.
You're really a lucky slave, Breed."  Will moved easily into Josh's big
arms. Josh held him close and kissed him behind the ear.  Suddenly, Josh
got a funny look on his face.  He looked down at Will. He looked at us
sitting around in the tub. He looked at his slave.

"You guy's feel that?"

"Feel what?" We asked Josh.

"That energy flow around us. Are you doing that, Will?"

"No, Sir, Master Josh, you are. You haven't experienced it quite this way
before and you don't now how to control it.  You'll learn.  I'll help
you. Beau will help you. You're very powerful. Right now, I'm taking what I
need but I can't take all your energy at once. That's why you feel the
excess around you. You're generating it but I have to send some of it back
because you're just too damn strong."

"That's the weirdest damn thing I've ever felt in my life. Well, the second
weirdest. After I lost my dick I'd wake up in the hospital with a roaring
hard-on. I'd feel down there thinking somehow it might have grown back in
the night. It hadn't but yet, I could feel it hard.

The Nurses told me it was something they called phantom limb syndrome. A
guy loses an arm or any part of his body and can still feel it sometime for
years later. He can even feel it itch and want to scratch it." Everyone
shook their heads wondering what the poor man must have gone through.

"You're much stronger than I am, Master Josh. More than double my gift."

"Are you serious, Will?"

"You feel it don't you, Master?"

"I sure as hell feel something. Well, let me hold you and let's see if
together we can heal you." Will relaxed in Josh's arms. Josh seemed to be
getting into the idea that maybe he could heal someone. Whether he could or
not it was a lovely thought.

"If this is true, if I really do have a gift to heal people, why me?"
Master Josh asked rhetorically.

"Did you ask that question when you lost you dick that day, Master Josh?"

"Hundreds of times, Bro, but..."

"God saw something was taken away and he gave you something of equal value,
maybe greater value, depending on the way you want to accept and use it."
Josh Cochran was visibly stunned by the honest no nonsense words coming
from this small man he was holding.

Will had been in Josh's platoon.  Josh wanted to fuck Will's little bubble
butt in the worst way in Nam but it was too dangerous to try. Josh tried to
get to know Will as best he could but he was an Officer and Will was a
non-com grunt. Still, Josh always felt he and Will had unspoken things in
common.  Will was the only man in his platoon he admired or would've ever
wanted to see again after Nam. Here he was holding this remarkably
accomplished little man.  Josh was moved and touched by his simple, no
nonsense, approach to life.  To Will, there were no grey areas. It was
black or white. It either was or it wasn't. Life either had to make sense
or why bother?

"Could you teach me to use this gift, Will?"

"Not by myself, Master Josh; however, Beau and I can together." Me? Why me?
Will looked at me and smiled a smile I saw earlier in the day in the
bedroom and he spoke directly to me.

"Exactly! Why not you, Beau?"  I almost drowned in the hot tub. Chief and
Master Zack had to pull me up.

"How could that kid,...oh, fuck it, I give up.  Just learn to accept
strange things in your life, Beau. They're happening at an increasing
pace. I'm not ready for the little green men in saucers yet but who knows?
That could be next.  I only hope their anal probe is a really big one.  I'd
hate to go through that humiliation without some fun." I thought to myself.

Will asked Josh Cochran if he would help him with Master Jeb. Could he and
Breed come for an evening and between the six of us, Chief, me, Will, Josh,
Breed and the Dungeon Master, Will felt certain we could heal him
completely.

Josh made Will a deal.  Josh would call tomorrow evening and talk to nurse
Beau for a progress report and if it was positive they would ride up to
Mt. Washington whenever Will needed them. Will thought that was a wonderful
idea.

Josh continued to hold Will for a long while.  Partly because of Will's
need and partly because Josh found Will intelligent, warm, witty, and
lovable. He didn't want to let him go. He and Breed were enjoying his
conversation and company.  The little man was a charmer.  Bull couldn't
stand it any more and ordered Will over into his lap.

He and Charlie talked with Will.  Will felt Master Bull get a roaring hard
on while sitting on his lap but didn't say a word. He knew it was a normal
reaction. He was also a bit flattered. He told me later he couldn't
understand why he was so frightened of Bull when he first knelt to pay
homage to Bull's boots.  He now knew Bull to be a gruff but intelligently
charming, big man. He just looked meaner than a sack full of bob cats.
Maybe that was it.

The evening was coming to an end and people were beginning to leave or
retire to their camp sites.  Sarge and Titus asked if Button could stay
with them again and Master Zack gave his approval. Zack was getting tired
from the days activities.

He had another full day to see to his guests and coordinate everything.  So
far, he had done an exceptional job and the entire family was impressed
with his efforts as host.  Master Zack, Will and I headed for the house and
his bedroom.

We saw to Will and I gave him another pain pill.  I don't think he really
needed it but it seemed to help him relax. That seemed to be the important
thing for the moment.  Will assured me that with, the family's love, Master
Zack's love, and Master Josh's help he would be further along in his
healing than he originally planned.  He seemed so sure of himself, I was
convinced there was no doubt in his mind.

We got him settled and Master Zack once again led me to his dungeon.  He
told me he would have liked to take me in the bedroom but since Will was
with us we'd use the dungeon.

He had a large bed in the dungeon covered with a leather hide. I helped him
off with his leathers and we made love.  He was different from the night
before. He took me like a slave but fucked me like a lover instead of a
Master; although, he never left any doubt as to who was in charge.

It was a given when you were with the Whip Master, he was always the Master
in charge. He fucked me like he hadn't had sex in months.  He gave me
permission to come after he got his and I took full advantage.  We lay
there together with him still inside me making love and talking.  He pulled
out and I cleaned him with my mouth.

Master Zack wanted to talk for a while and I lay there in his arms
listening to his afternoon with Button and the remarkable talk they had.

"I've got you to thank for his opening up to me, slave." allowed Master
Zack.

"When I did what I did I had no idea that it would have that results. I
didn't plan it that way. I just wanted to do something nice for two people
I admired."

"What ever reason, slave, I will always be grateful and have told your
Masters as well. You are one lucky slave to have those two fine men to
serve."

"You're right but I haven't quite figured that one out yet, Master Zack. I
thought I was going to be Master Earl's total slave and now he tells me
that I will be slave to both him and the Dungeon Master.  Don't get me
wrong, I love them both and will serve them with equal enthusiasm."

"Most slave's would kill to be in your position, slave.  Be thankful you
have two men who have bonded as brothers and are willing to share you.
They certainly have been generous with you and me. They knew we needed
something from each other to get us through a difficult period.  I, for
one, am grateful.  I've needed what you brought me and generously laid at
my feet this last few weeks and am grateful to you as well. Well hell,
slave, you know how I feel about you."

"I do, Master Zack, and I claim as much guilt here as you.  There's
something you have that I've needed in the worst way and you've unselfishly
given to me. I should be the one to be grateful and I am, to you and them."

"Come, slave, bathe your Master and lets go take care of the 'baby'
slave. How is it possible I've fallen head over heals in love with that
little shit in two days? If Wes planned this he couldn't have picked a
better one for me if I'd tried myself."

We headed for his shower. I bathed him and toweled him off. I loved doing
that for him. He just expected it as his due and I gave it with all my
heart. It was indeed his due and I loved doing these small things for
him. He used me like a slave and not as a love object.

At that time in my life it was important and I don't know if I could have
explained that to my two Masters.  They were sometimes blinded by their
love for me when all I really wanted was to serve and please them, to feel
needed in simple ways.  It would be in my journal, for damn sure.

I told Master Zack that secret, kneeling at his feet, toweling them dry. I
asked him to please consider never stopping to use me this way as it was
one of the most important elements of our relationship. I asked him to
consider not losing sight of these simple things because of his love for
his new slave. It's in these simple acts that he will come to love and
cherish you above all others. Master Zack looked thoughtful and then
agreed.

"I wouldn't allow Button to do these small things for me because of what he
went through with his step- father. Perhaps I should have. Now that you've
impressed on me the importance of such acts, I won't make the same mistake
with young Will.  I won't let my love for him blind me to the fact that
he's my slave, for my pleasure and service.

I'll train him to take care of me as you've done so willingly. It's a
lesson for both of us. I can feel the joy it brings you to serve me. A
Master needs these things from his slave as well.  I forgot how wonderful
and encouraging it is to have a good slave do these small things for me
until you and I got together the first time.

I've missed these little things and didn't remember how good they could
make a Master and salve feel.  That's the thing we share in common, your
need to be treated like the slave you are and want to be, and me to be
treated as the Master I am and is my due." He pulled me up to him and
kissed me passionately. "There is always room in a Master's heart to show
his slave appreciation." He was so right.

We didn't spend as much time in the dungeon as the night before.  Will
didn't wake this time when we crawled in bed but, like a magnet, he rolled
into Master Zack's waiting arms.  Master Zack got this funny smile on his
face and kissed him good night before I turned out the light.



Part IV ~ Whither Thou Goest


Bull slid into Charlie's butt a long deep stroke with his big cock. This
was Charlie's third fucking in less that eight hours.  Bull couldn't get
enough of Charlie's ass after that first afternoon in the barn.  He liked
to lay with Charlie and fuck him slow, deep and gentle for hours at a time.

Bull would stop, they'd talk for a while with Bull planted deeply up
Charlie's butt.  Charlie would tease Bull by milking Bull's big dick with
his ass once in a while. Bull would go nuts and have to slam another couple
of hard, deep, strokes into Charlie's butt.  He accused Charlie of milking
him only to get to ride him a couple more times. Charlie told him he
'weren't' no fool.

They talked and swapped spit.  Bull even came to like making love to
Charlie.  After Bull once jumped the fence with Cowboy a couple of nights
on the Russian River he new he wouldn't have any problem making love to
anther man.  Hell, he didn't like all that huggin' and kissing from the old
ladies; however, after the third or fourth boffo fuck Charlie gave him,
Bull couldn't get enough of that either.

Now, he didn't think about it.  It just seemed like the thing to do.  He
never had such a responsive sexual partner in any of the broads he fucked
all those year.  He fucked a passel of them, too.  Bull never wanted to lay
for hours fucking and making love to one of them.  They were for crawling
on, sticking it in, and getting his rocks off.  If they got theirs while he
was, good for them, because he sure wasn't about to help them if they
didn't.

Charlie's fears began to vanish when he started to realize how deeply Bull
was enjoying sex with him and Bull could get it into Charlie pretty damn
deep. It went beyond an animal sexual attraction to almost an addiction.
Bull had to have Charlie's ass at least once and most times twice a day.

Unknown to Bull, Charlie wasn't a virgin to a man's cock.  He didn't start
with a man that had an average size dick.  He started from the top.  The
same weekend Cowboy was getting the b'jesus fucked out of him by Bull,
Charlie was putting out for Big Beryl.  He approached Beryl and told him he
wanted to try because he was in love with Bull and wanted to know what it
felt like to get fucked by a man with a large dick.

Beryl didn't laugh at Charlie but told him what to go by at the drug store
to clean himself good so he didn't get hurt.  He gave Charlie detailed
instructions and patiently waited for him.  When Charlie was satisfied he
was completely clean Beryl took over.  Charlie took all of Beryl the first
time and after Beryl satisfied them both, Charlie insisted Beryl fuck him
twice more that night.  The same thing occurred the next night.  It was all
Charlie's doing and Big Beryl didn't try to sway him one way or another.

"Master Bull?"

"Yeah, slave?"

"I want to be honest with you going into this relationship.  It means more
to me than I can put into words so being your honest slave you can trust
there should be no secrets."

"Fair enough.  Is this show and tell time?"  Bull joked.

"Sort of.  I ain't a virgin to men, Master."

"You never said you were.  I never asked but it isn't that important.
Since we're laying our cards on the table, neither am I.  Cowboy took me by
the hand that weekend on the Russian River.  You have him to thank for me
finally having the courage to seriously ask you to let me in your ass.
Something happened to you that weekend.  You were a lot different towards
me after that weekend and allowed me to get closer to you."  Charlie
started laughing, clamped his ass down hard on Bull's dick and pushed his
ass to the base.  He hugged Bull to him and laid his head on Bull's broad
chest.

"Son of a bitch!  The old man got your cherry."  Bull almost fell off the
bed laughing.  "Son of a fuck'n bitch!  We both jumped the fence big time
that weekend and here it is almost three years later..."

"We've wasted a lot of time, Sir, and it's all been my fault.  I should've
let you know how I felt earlier but I was so afraid of losing you.  Having
you for a straight buddy was better than not having you at all."

"Well, that's one I won't let you accept the guilt for alone.  Cowboy
talked to me like a Dutch uncle.  He was the first one to tell me you were
in love with me.  He wanted to see us together.  I haven't told you but
they arrived last night for our ceremony.  All of them came."

* * * * * * *

Charlie couldn't get enough of Bull's big dick up his butt.  He realized in
the barn that living without Bull's dick in his ass was not an option and
he was willing to pay the price to get it.  When he agreed to be Bull's
slave he never looked back.

The adjustment for a womanizing, hell raiser like Charlie wasn't easy. On
top of that to accept the role of slave to Bull made him bite his tongue
more than once.  He and Bull had some wild ass times in the past.  Charlie
couldn't remember a time when he wasn't in love with Bull.

Bull admitted he wanted to get into Charlie's ass from the first time they
met. They'd get drunk and Bull would pull Charlie up to him, feel down to
grab his tight ass and tell him,

"Some night, Charlie. Some night, I'm gonna' get me a piece of that ass."

"You don't want my ass, Bull, you'd never go back to those dogs you sleep
with."  Charlie would reply, then they would roar with laughter.  They
loved each other even then.  They wasted all those years playing two,
macho, find 'em, fuck 'em and forget 'em outlaw bikers. Now Bull and
Charlie were making up for lost time.  They were men in their early forties
and acting like two kids in their teens who just discovered sex and each
other. They wanted it all, right now.

Bull didn't get off that easy. Charlie made him pay.

"I told you, Stud, you'd never go back to those dogs."

Charlie would bark at Bull like a big junk yard dog.  Bull would laugh,
grab Charlie and force his big dick up his butt just for pay backs. Some
pay backs, Charlie loved it. Some of the best sex he got from Bull were
those good, hard, dry ass fuckings. His ass would be sore for two days
afterward but he'd smile every time it hurt.  He'd laugh and think about
what Beau told him in the sling that afternoon, "It'll hurt so good."

Charlie thought he'd never understand that but he learned. Bull kept
something hurting on Charlie most of the time.  Charlie never
complained. He had a man whom he loved for years and he wasn't about to
jeopardize it. He loved Bull with every ounce of his being; from the
breadth and height his soul could reach.  Bull stopped his fucking for a
moment to look Charlie in the eyes.

"You looking forward to tomorrow, slave?"

"Yes, Master."

"I want you to know I don't take a ceremony like this lightly.  Once we
complete the ceremony you will be ringed as my slave for life.  You still
sure you want to go though with it?"

"I'm sure, Master."

"Well, tell me now if you have the slightest doubt, 'cause that's the way
it's gonna' be if you go through it tomorrow. You'll sign my contract and
the family will have a copy. If anything should happen to me you won't be a
free man. You'll become a slave to the family. I won't release your bond as
a slave upon my death.  If you become a slave to me, it's with the
knowledge you'll live out your life as a slave. You'll be my slave for
life; however, if anything should happen to me you will become the family's
property and at the Dungeon Master's discretion sold to another Master. I'm
convinced you need a Master, Charlie, whether it be me or another good
man. Right now, you need me and I sure as hell won't deny I need you."

"I have no other choice, Master, I love you. To have you I know you require
this of me. I'm not asking you to consider another way.  I'm just telling
you, I love you enough I want to spend my life as your slave. I'm willing
to become a slave to be with you even if it means being a slave my entire
life. If we only have tomorrow it still would be worth it."

Bull kissed Charlie gently while getting in a couple more good strokes.  He
rolled over on top of Charlie and fucked him hard and savage to shoot his
third load for the day deep into his slave's gut.  He decided to allow
Charlie to come this evening in celebration of tomorrow. He didn't allow
him to the first couple of fucks and now Charlie was ready and primed.  He
shot so hard it flew over his head and hit the wall with a 'splat'.  Bull
laughed and was thankful it wasn't his eye.

* * * * * * *

We awoke the next morning and talked between ourselves, Master Zack, Will
and I.  Master Zack was coaching Will on the proper response when he made
his claim for him later today in front of the family.  Will said he thought
he could remember with no problem. Then Will asked if I would remove his
bandages this morning.

"Absolutely not, Young Man.  I told those doctors I would take care
you. How's that gonna' look if I take you in tomorrow and I've removed your
bandages.  They're gonna' think I'm not a very responsible person to let
you talk me into something like that. I don't care if you think you are
completely healed. If they decide they can come off then they can take them
off."

"Beau's right, Son, I won't let you take them off either. That's you first
order, slave, from your new Master.  You leave those bandages on until the
doctors check you out, understand?"

"Yes, Master Zack, I'll obey."

"That's my good slave. Now, let's go in and see what's going on."  A lot of
people were up all ready and General Oscar and staff were busy in the
kitchen.  I reported for galley duty and was put on the coffee detail once
more.

I no sooner got one urn ready to go than the other ran out.  Damn, those
folks could drink some coffee.  Allen and all the kitchen staff were agog
over my rings. Especially my nose ring.  Funny thing was, they were almost
completely healed.

"Do they hurt?" asked Charlie.

"Not a bit.' I replied, "After you have your's done today ask Will to heal
the wounds and they won't hurt, I promise. He's unbelievable, look at
Allen's arm this morning."  Allen raised his arm for Charlie to see and was
amazed that almost all the redness was gone and there was no pain.

"Will your Master's make you wear the nose ring in public?" Charlie asked.

"I hope so, maybe not, I don't know. Whatever they want is fine with me."
I replied trying not to have any preference.

"You'll wear it if I have any influence as head of this family." said Big
Beryl, "You look damn hot with that ring.  In fact Blaine may get one
today, too."

Blaine was standing in the kitchen and stopped dead in his tracks. He
looked at me, rolled his eyes, winked, smiled real big and shrugged his
shoulders. The big surprise of the morning was when Big Dirk walked into
the room for coffee. He had an enormous ring through his nose.  The Ring
Master had just put it in for him.  Allen almost fainted, then ran to his
Master and hugged him.

"Damn, that looks hot, Dad!" Allen told him.

"Well, everyone says you lead me around like a bull with a ring through my
nose so I thought we may as well add some truth to it."  He bellowed with
laughter. He did look hot with that ring through his nose, just like a big
old bull.

I ate brunch with my four Masters and Master Josh, Breed and Will.  Will
was fidgeting. His bandages itched and his cast itched.  Everyone in the
Family had signed his cast.

"Too bad," he commented sadly, "'cause it comes off tomorrow."

"Now, Will, you don't know that." I told him. trying to play the devils
advocate.

"If I'm healed, why leave the cast on?" He had a point but maybe the pair
of docs would see it differently or perhaps they just might see a paradox.
I didn't know whether Yoshie and Sam were going to be able to make
it. Yoshie's schedule was pretty hectic.

* * * * * * *

It was two o'clock and everyone began to gather for Bull and Charlie's
ceremony. Bull wrote the ceremony and only told Charlie the parts that he
was to respond to and the words he was to say. He wanted the rest to be a
surprise to Charlie. He razzed Charlie telling him he was going to do
everything from public castration to making him take his piss in front of
the family and a couple of worse things.

Charlie sensed most of it was good natured fun but there was an element of
doubt that kept him wondering, not really knowing what to expect. His
Master has a romantic side that Charlie didn't realize at the time. They
were so impressed with the Dungeon Master's handling of my slave ceremony
they asked him to officiate and for Big Beryl to give the final
blessing. They asked the Masters present surround them equally spaced so
others could see the ceremony between them.

The Dungeon Master looked hot in his leathers, no shirt and vest. His
working out and upper development stopped a few hearts that afternoon, mine
included. To know that hunk of man was going to be one of my future Masters
made me reconsider my position. Fuck!  Master Zack was right, I was a lucky
slave.

Bull led Charlie from the upstairs room they were staying in. He led him by
his leash and collar.  Charlie was nude and Master Bull was wearing his
handsome leathers. He looked like a bad ass leather God.  They walked into
the circle of Masters.

There was a small table behind the Dungeon Master with several items. There
were two pads for them to kneel on the ground.  Bull snapped his fingers
for Charlie to kneel. Charlie obeyed and Bull knelt on the other pad. He
looked up to the Dungeon Master and nodded that they were ready.

"Friends, Family, Guest, Masters, and slaves," the Dungeon Master began,"we
have come together this afternoon to witness the bonding of these two good
men as Master and slave. Master Bull and his slave Charlie.  Charlie's the
one with no clothes in case anybody doesn't know them." Everyone laughed at
the Dungeon Master's joke.

"Master Bull, is it your wish to take Charlie as your slave for life?"

"It is my wish, Dungeon Master."

"If he chooses to become your property will you care for him, provide for
him and keep him from harms way?

"I will, Dungeon Master."

"Will you love him, forsaking all others through sickness and health?"

"I will, Dungeon Master."

"Will you see to his training to become a contributing member of this
family and a slave that may be proud to walk in your shadow?

"I will, Dungeon Master.

The Dungeon Master turned to Charlie.

"Charlie, is it your wish to become Master Bull's slave for life?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it is my wish."

"Have you been threatened, coerced, black mailed or mistreated in any way
to force you to make this decision?"

"No, Sir, Dungeon Master, I have not."

"I will ask you twice more, Charlie, do you wish to give yourself into
slavery to become Master Bull's total save for life?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, I do so wish."

"Do you realize that by signing Master Bull's contract that you will not
only become his slave you will become a slave for the rest of your life?
Should anything happen to Bull you will become the property of the family
and may be sold to another Master."

"Yes, Dungeon Master, Sir, I do so realize."

"Do you further realize that there are no clauses in his contract to
protect you from anything Master Bull may wish to do to alter your body? Do
you understand and agree to that?"

"Yes, Dungeon Master, I do understand and agree to sign his contract as is,
without clause."

"I'll ask you one final time. Having agreed to these things before your
family and friends is it still your wish to become Master Bull's total
slave for the rest of your life?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it is with all my heart that I wish to become
his total slave for life."

"Have you read Master Bull's contract, Charlie?"

"Yes Sir, Dungeon Master, I have."

"Has it been read to you, gone over with you by a third party, it's
ramifications discussed with you and all your concerns satisfied?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it has been read to me and discussed with me at
length."

"Who did this for you, Charlie?"

"Master James Redfeather, Dungeon Master."

"Master Redfeather, is this true?"

"It's true, Dungeon Master." Chief answered. I didn't know Chief did this
for Charlie. He was fast gaining stature within the family and was well
thought of. I was proud of my brother.

"There's still time to reconsider, Charlie.  Once you sign your name to
Master Bull's contract before God and these witness's, we will continue
with the ceremony and you will become Bull's slave for life.  Do you still
wish to go through with this and become Master Bull's slave?"

"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master, it is with all my heart, soul and being I so
wish."

"Then come forward Charlie and affix your name to Master Bull's contract."
Charlie got up with Bull's help and walked to the table. He took the pen
and signed his name on the appropriate line on the last page of the
document.  Bull took the pen and signed his name under Charlie's as Master.
They asked Chief, Beryl and Zack to witness their signatures and sign as
witness's.

"Will the three witness's please step forward?"  Requested the Dungeon
Master. They each came forward and signed their names as witnesses.

Bull lead Charlie back to the kneeling pads and snapped his fingers for
Charlie to kneel again.  Bull knelt facing Charlie. The Dungeon Master
continued with the ceremony.

"I don't know how many of you know Bull well? I've gotten to know him
pretty well over the last several years and more so these last few weeks.
I feel I know him well enough to tell Charlie he has given himself to one
of the finest Masters it has been my pleasure to come to know.  I'd like to
say, what has surprised me about Bull, Charlie may or may not know, is
underneath the mean looking, gruff exterior is a powerfully romantic,
strongly committed man.

Bull wrote the ceremony you're about to witness and I have but one thing to
say about it. It took a man with a big heart and one hell of a lot of love
to conceive of this ceremony. The contract on the table behind me is
recognized as a binding document by our family. It's enough to bond Charlie
to Bull for life. It's Master Bull's guarantee that his slave Charlie will
honor his commitment.  It's also Charlie's assurance he is now owned by a
man who from this day forth he must always refer to as Master.

The simple ceremony you're about to witness is simple but filled with
symbolism. This part of the ceremony is for Bull's slave as his commitment
to him. There are four objects on the table. I'll describe each and then
we'll begin.

There's a three foot, four inch wide silk cloth with nice fringe on the end
with Charlie's name embroidered on one end and Bull's name on the other.
Bull tells me mom Curuthers out there made it for them.  Stand up, Mom."
Everyone applauded mom as she stood.

"The second object is a silver chalice.  Bull found in a thrift shop for a
buck fifty." Everyone laughed. "For this ceremony, it isn't the price of
the object, it's what it means."

"The third object is a hunting knife and the fourth object is the Holy
Bible."

"We will now begin the ceremony."

Bull knelt in front of Charlie on the pad provided for him.  The Dungeon
Master handed Bull the hunting knife. Bull winked at Charlie and placed the
tip of the knife against his right hand wrist and made a small clean
vertical cut in his skin about two to three inches long.

He ordered Charlie to turn his head and Charlie obeyed.  Bull took
Charlie's right wrist and made the same cut in the same place as his.
Charlie didn't flinch.  Bull handed the knife back to the Dungeon Master
who returned it to the table.  Bull grasped Charlie's wrist with his hand
beyond the cut and Charlie grasped Bull's arm in the same place.

The two cuts were together and bleeding nicely.  The Dungeon Master took
the silk cloth and wrapped it around their wrist three times and tied it in
a square knot on top. The cloth began to be stained with their blood.

The Dungeon Master held up the chalice filled with wine and spoke.

"In the Christian communion service Christ told his disciples that the wine
represented the blood of his body which was shed for them and for many. It
is in that spirit that this wine represents not only the blood of Christ
but the blood of the two men before you. Each will drink of it as will
every Master in the circle and myself.  What's left will be consumed by
Master Beryl the revered head of our Family."

The Dungeon Master handed the chalice to Bull who sipped of the wine and
handed it to Charlie who did likewise.  Then the Dungeon Master took it to
the first Master in the circle, Master Dirk, who sipped and passed it on to
the next Master until all sipped from the chalice.

Finally the Dungeon Master took a sip and handed the chalice to Master
Beryl who downed the rest.  Everyone applauded.  The Dungeon Master placed
another pad in front of Bull and Charlie. He motioned me to come and kneel
with them. I was surprised, I didn't know I was to be included in the
ceremony.  I knelt and nodded to both Bull and Charlie.  The cloth was very
stained with their blood by this time.  The Dungeon Master handed me the
open Bible to hold for them.

"Now, Master Bull's new slave Charlie will speak:

"Master Bull, what I am about to say is a paraphrase of the words Ruth said
to Naomi in the Book of Ruth from the Holy Bible:

Never tell me to leave you, nor to return from following you: for where you
go I will go; Where you live, I will live; your people will be my people
and your God my God.  Where you die, I will die also, and there will I be
buried: May God do this to me and more if anything but death should part
you and me."

My words to you in bonding are these few but there are many more in my
heart: You are now my Master; I am now your slave.  I accept my position of
servitude to walk behind you through life. Your life has now become my
life.  I will strive to learn the ways of a slave to serve you by day and
comfort you by night. I place my hand upon the Holy Bible and do so swear.

"My good slave, my words for you are a paraphrase of the Song of Solomon
from the Holy Bible:

Who is that who comes forth from the wilderness leaning upon his beloved?
It is a Master and his slave. Set me as a seal upon your heart, as a seal
upon your arm: for love is stronger than death. There are no waters that
could quench my love for you, neither could a flood drown it.

So it was, so it is, so it shall be.  I am now and forever more, your
Master. I accept you as my beloved slave.  I will love you, forsaking all
others, 'til I see my last dawn on this Earth and, God willing, beyond. I
will protect you, care for you, and train you in the ways of a noble slave,
servant, and companion. I accept the responsibility to encourage you, and
demand of you, you live your life to the honor of your Master and family.
I place my hand upon the Holy Bible and do so swear."

There wasn't a dry eye in the audience. They meant what they said to each
other and everyone felt it to the core of their being.

The Dungeon Master took the Bible from my hands and told me to return to
the crowd. I obeyed and then the Dungeon Master continued.

"Bull and Charlie have asked the revered head of our family, The Clan Mc
Innis, to give them his blessing as the end to their bonding
ceremony. Master Beryl, Dad..."

Big Beryl walked in front of Bull and Charlie who were still kneeling with
their arms still clasped and placed his hand on their heads. Bull placed
his free hand upon his new slave's shoulder and his slave placed his free
hand upon his Master's shoulder.  They bowed their heads.

"Master Bull, slave Charlie, I give to you my blessing on the occasion of
your bonding as Master and slave.  As representative head of this family,
The Clan Mc Innis, I give you the blessing of all assembled. May the love
of our heavenly Father, his peace and understanding be with you both, now,
and forevermore, Amen!"  There were 'Amens' throughout the family.

Big Beryl unwrapped the blood stained cloth and set it on the table. Bull
leaned slightly forward and gently kissed Charlie on the lips.  Then the
Master unclasped his slave's arm. He stood in front of his new slave and
spoke,

"You will now show respect and homage to your new Master, slave."  The
slave bent over and lovingly kissed each of his Master's big boots.  He
found his Master's hand waiting and gently kissed the back of it. He placed
it to his forehead and heard his new Master's words,

"Rise my good and worthy slave and show your Master love.  Charlie jumped
into Bull's waiting arms and they kissed a kiss that had everyone
swooning. Big Beryl said he almost ran for the fire extinguisher.  The
audience went nuts and all the Master's that had participated came to
congratulate them.  It was one of the finest bonding ceremonies any one
could remember. Many ceremonies thereafter were patterned on Bull and
Charlie's ceremony.

"Before we break up there is one further matter to be brought up before the
family. Master Zack has something to say.  Master Zack..."

"Thank you, Dungeon Master, I'd like to thank everyone for coming this
weekend and for all of you who pitched in to help a special thanks.  We
certainly couldn't have done it without you. The main reason I wish to
speak to you is to announce my claim for our newest family slave, Will. I
would make claim for him as my second slave. Do you acknowledge my claim,
slave Will?"

"I acknowledge your claim, Master Zack, and would be honored to become your
second slave. Thank you for making a claim for me."  Zack grabbed Will,
kissed him in front of the family and everyone cheered. Will won their
hearts over the weekend. Button came up, hugged and kissed Will and told
him he was happy for him. He was looking forward to having him for a
brother. Will told Button the same.

There was another cake afterward and more to drink. Finally Bull led
Charlie to Master Zack's Dungeon where Charlie was ringed with the same
rings I had.  He knew he looked hot.  He knew he belonged. His soul was at
peace.  Charlie was so proud of his rings and his Master cared enough to
have him ringed.  Charlie sought out Will and asked him to heal the
wounds. He said almost all the pain was gone after Will touched him. Like
me, Charlie was amazed.

Blaine got his nose ring. Master Beryl had the Ring Master do it after
Charlie.  Blaine didn't know whether he was going to like it or not but
when he stood in front of a full mirror, he was pleased.  It also pleased
his Master which lately had become Blaine's first priority.  Yes, he
decided, he would be quite happy with the new look.

It was getting late in the evening and everyone was saying there goodbyes
and wishing Bull and Charlie well.  They wore band-aids on their arms but
there was no further bleeding. Especially after Josh ran his hand over each
of them. It seemed to stop the bleeding immediately.  Josh was amazed as
they were.

Bull and Charlie had to leave as they had an early morning the next
day. Bull grabbed Will into his arms, hugged and kissed him.

"You know we fell in love with you this weekend don't you, Scamp?"

"Thank you, Master Bull, I sort of fell for you guys, too."

"You come visit us any time, you hear?"

"Thank you, Master Bull and I know you and Charlie are going to be very
happy." They left, waving to everyone as they rode away on their bikes. It
was getting late and we needed to get home as well. We had a full day the
next day.

Master Zack said his goodbyes to us with tears in his eyes.  He thanked us
and thanked us for coming.  I said goodbye to Master Earl. He left shortly
before us.  Master Zack took Will aside and spoke to him as he held him
close.

"I'll call tomorrow evening to say hello and speak to nurse Beau about what
the doctors found. We have six months until you can become my second slave.
I agreed to all the Dungeon Master's terms. They want to train you and give
you some breathing room after your last experience.  I agreed.  I'll
wait. I'll admit it'll be hard but I'll wait. I'll ride up to visit and we
can make arrangements for you to come visit us.  Are you comfortable with
that, Son?"

"Yes, Sir, I trust these folks and I trust you.  If it's what you want,
Master, then it's what I want.  I love you, Master Zack."

"I love you, too, Will" They kissed and Will was ready to go. We got in the
back of Chief's truck and Master Jeb rode up front with the Dungeon
Master. We waved goodbye as we drove out the tall gates and left Master
Zack and Button standing there waving goodbye. Will crawled into my arms
and promptly went to sleep.

He slept all the way back to Mt. Washington.  I dozed a couple of times.  I
was tired from all the excitement and the emotional roller coaster I'd been
on.  I was glad those highs and lows were coming to an end. I was ready to
settle down into a steady life of being a slave.

That night Chief invited Will to sleep with him and Will asked the Dungeon
Master's permission.  Big Jim told him it would be fine but for him to be
good and mind Chief. We had no doubt he was going to be asleep before his
head hit the pillow. Chief was a life saver.

My Giant had so much backed up come he said his balls ached.  He wanted me
to ride Babe to the barn.  My head was in the right space for a good bull
ride. I know he wanted me to ride Babe so he could get a good close look at
my new rings. He kept looking at them and I swear it made Babe even harder
in my ass.

 After I started my ride I knew Babe was going to gallop for the barn.  I
was right. The Dungeon Master raised me up off the bed and emptied several
days of backed up giant come into my ass. Then his wild animal entered his
body and came all over again, filling my ass for the second time.  I was
full of giant come and giant animal come.

I requested he plug my hole for the night so I didn't lose a drop.  He
laughed and plugged me. I told him how proud I was of him today and what a
fine job he did at the ceremony.  I could feel him radiating pride from my
compliment.  He held me close, my backside to his belly, and kissed me
gently behind the ear.

"I've missed you, slave."

"Oh, Master, I've missed you and Babe too."

"Welcome home, slave."

"Thank you, Master, it's good to be home in your arms again." He held me
close as I heard his breathing change and he drifted off to sleep.  I felt
myself being reeled back into his warmth several time during the night.  I
thanked God for Master Jim's love and for all that happened over the last
week.

The past weekend, I was so busy with other people, taking care of Will, and
sorting out my own messed up psyche that is seemed I shelved my thoughts of
my two Masters but they were always there.  The two of them, drifting on
the back roads, by the rivers of my memory, forever, gentle on my mind.


End Chapter 27
The Ties That Bind
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf
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