BOOGER RED & COWBOY CHAPTER 9
By Waddie Greywolf

We went shopping and bought a couple of new pair of
Wranglers and two good looking western shirts.  I picked out a
beautiful green color to match Red's brilliantly red beard and
'stach; matched his green eyes as well.  I picked out a beautiful
steel grey shirt for me. We were ready for the evening.  We were
hanging around the motel with the guys when the motel owner
dropped by.

"Hear you two are dining with royalty tonight?"

"Yeah, Mr. Clark, by accident." I told him.  "Come on in." He
shook hands all around.

"You guys have been good company and been good to the
staff since you've been here.  My partner, me and the staff would
like to have you all for a barbeque Friday evening, day after
tomorrow."  Big Beryl accepted for all of us including Cal.

"Sounds like a nice time, Hudson." Big Beryl said, "We'd be
happy to come.  Can we bring anything?"

"No, just come around six.  Our pool is indoors and heated so
not to worry about freezing your buns off.  The spa is a hundred
and ten degrees. No need for swim suits.  No one can see in
anyway."

Master Earl and Zack arrived with sandwiches and beer for
all.  They were light but filling.  I shared half of mine with Mr.
Clark.  I wasn't that hungry and didn't want to fill up before
dinner. We talked during lunch. I brought up the subject of Dan
Yates and Tim Russell.

"You guys are gonna' think I'm crazy but Buck came to me in
a dream the other night.   He told me we had to get Tim to Master
Jeb and Jim for training to hide him from the draft.  Would you
gentlemen consider riding to Tucson to pick him up, maybe teach
him to ride his new bike. Red and I could meet you in Las Vegas,  
Phoenix, or where ever---" 

"I'll be glad to go get him, Son." Big Beryl spoke without
hesitation.

"Count us in." said Bull,  "I'd enjoy seeing Dan Yates again
and eat Mrs. Russell's good chow." 

"Yeah, I agree with Bull." confirmed Charlie.

"Me, too!  Damn, that lady 'be' a fine cook." said Master Jim.

"We'd like to meet this man as well." spoke Master Zack and
Earl.

"I'll ride with the two of you Red if you don't mind." said Cal.

"Sure Cal, you're welcome to."

I washed our new jeans and shirts in the motel laundry so
they wouldn't look brand new.  They came out great. Everyone
finally went their way around four and I lay across the bed with
Red.

"No matter what trouble we get ourselves into this evening, I
love you, Master Red."  He laughed as he hugged me.

"Shit, Cowboy, you know I love you.  I may give you to the
Prince for the evening if he's interested.  Sure would be a nice
way of showing our appreciation."

"I better get in the bathroom and prepare myself.  When I'm
finished I'll come get you so's I can bathe you too."

"You don't have to do that, Son."

"Would you deny your slave that pleasure, Master?"  He got a
smile on his face.

"Not for a minute, slave."

We were ready when the driver came to pick us up.  He came
to the door and knocked.  All our family stood, watched and
waved goodbye to us as we drove away.  We asked to sit up front
with the driver.  He was an American named Harry and he liked
me and Booger right away. 

"The Prince is really a prince of a man." he laughed at his own
joke, "I've worked for him for six years and never had a problem. 
I call him 'Your Highness,' 'Prince' or when he's in American
casual cloths I simply call him 'Ben.'  He's very charming and---" 
he hesitated.

"Sexy, Harry?" I responded.  Harry blushed.

"Yes, he is,---very, Billy."  We all laughed.


"Does he prefer men to women, Harry?" Red boldly asked.

"I can't tell you that, Mr. Red, but let me put it this way.  If he
were to like men, Cowboy, here, would be his type."

"We didn't hear that, Harry."  Red said laughing. I laughed too. 

"You gentlemen will get along fine with the Prince.  Just act
natural, be genteel and polite.  You are anyway,  at least you
have been with me.  I see no problems."

We drove into the parking structure, Harry opened the door for
us and led us to a private elevator where a man in a dark suit
with sunglasses was waiting.

"Good evening Hassim.  I'm to deliver these gentlemen to the
Prince. Will you be so kind."  The man closed the elevator door
and we rose to the penthouse.

"Thank you, Hassim. Please, follow me, Gentlemen."  Harry
led the way to a big double door and knocked gently twice.  The
door swung open an there stood the Prince in levis, western
boots, and a beautiful western shirt.  He looked like he was ready
for the rodeo circuit.  All he needed was a hat and I suspected he
had one.

"Ben, these are the gentlemen you asked me to deliver.  May I
present Mr. Booger Red and his associate Mr. Billy Gunn."  The
Prince, Ben, shook Boogers hand and then mine.

"Welcome, Gentlemen.  Come in, come in.  Just call me Ben. 
If we should be out together and or you should run in to me in my
traditional cloths please do me the favor of referring to me as
'Your Highness.' 'Prince' or simply 'Sir.'  Here, where I can relax
with friends and wear American casual clothes then I'm just
'Ben.' Right, Harry?"

"Yes, Sir, your Highness."  We all laughed at Harry's joke.

"Harry, would you care to join us for dinner?"

"Would you be offended, Sir, if I begged off for tonight?  I have
a date and I'm due to end my shift in about an hour."

"Certainly not.  I didn't asked you to plan for it so go with my
blessing. I thought if you had nothing planned you might enjoy
their company as much as I will." 

"I'm sure I would.  They seem like fine men, Sir.  Thanks for
the offer and thinking of me."

"On your way then, my friend, and have a good evening."

"You, too, Sir,  and Gentlemen, Red and Cowboy, it was a
pleasure to meet you.  Another driver will see you back to your
motel."  We shook hands with Harry and wished him well.

"You hire fine people, Ben." Red complemented him.


"Harry's been with me a little over six years, and my other
driver who's a bit older than Harry has been with me four.  I try to
keep them happy and well paid for their service and loyalty. 
However, I also don't wish to intrude into their private lives. 
Sometimes, I have them dine with me for an evening meal. 
They're good men and better company."

"So Billy, or do you prefer 'Cowboy'?"

"I prefer 'Cowboy', Sir. It's a nickname but everyone calls me
that."

"You don't have to call me 'Sir', Cowboy."

"Excuse me Ben, meaning no disrespect,  but Cowboy's been
trained to be mannerly and use the title.  He refers to me as 'Sir.'"

"He's correct, Sir.  But, I'm also allowed to call you Ben from
time to time if permitted."

"Well, you certainly are." Any man that wins a National
Championship rodeo  may have that right." Ben smiled at me
knowingly.  Red's mouth dropped open and I was speechless.  All
I could muster was, "How?  Where?  Who?"  Ben held his hand up
to calm me as he began to explain.

"I love rodeo. I've gone for years to everyone I can find.  I
watched you and your uncle win the finals in Ft. Worth.  I was
thrilled for you and him. Especially, since I'd seen you rope many
times over that year, Prescott, Calgary, Denver, Houston, El Paso. 
I watched you improve over that year until I had little doubt you
and your uncle would be number one.  I heard he passed away
while you were in Vietnam.  I'm so sorry."

"That's all right, Sir, I'm just thrilled you've even heard of me."

"Not only know of you, I have pictures of you and your uncle
at all those rodeos. I'll show you later. I thought I recognized  you
when I sat down at the roulette table and lost so much. Then
when I heard Master Red say you name, 'Billy,'  I knew for sure. It
was such a double pleasure to meet you and win back more than
I'd lost.  Master Red was gracious to allow me to cover your bets
and knowing who you were was  too much good fortune. I hope I
didn't overdo." He smiled benignly.

"Well, Ben, we were stunned to say the least and had to come
this evening,  not only because of your gracious invitation for
dinner, but also to thank you for your generosity.  We greatly
appreciate your kindness and thank you very much."

"Think nothing of it, Gentlemen. Will you join me in a drink?
What will you have?"

"Scotch rocks for me, Ben." Booger answered.

"Just a Coke for me, please, Sir."  I spoke.

"Achmed!"  He rattled off our drinks in Arabic to his man. He
bowed and left.

"So, Cowboy,---I read where you teamed up with the father of
the number two roping team.  His son was killed in Vietnam
wasn't he?  His name was Buck, I believe."  Tears came to my
eyes.  I was unprepared for Ben to know this much about me and
my past.

"Yes, Sir." Was all I could get out. I turned my head so he
wouldn't see.

"I'm sorry, I didn't know you were close."

"It's not your fault, Sir.  I have to face it and hiding from it
isn't going to help.  We were buddies, not only on the rodeo
circuit but we went through boot camp together and two years in
Nam.  We were inseparable.

That's how his dad and I got together for several rodeos last
summer because I went to stay with him for a while. Buck, his
son, and two other of my close friends gave their lives for me.
They threw themselves on me to protect me after I'd been
wounded.

It hasn't been easy for me to accept I have to go on living
when four of the people I loved most in this world died within one
night of each other.  The fourth was my Uncle Bud.  He died of a
heart attack the night before my buddies were killed."

"I'm so sorry, Billy.  Please accept my apology for bringing up
the subject."

"No apology necessary, Sir." I tried to manage a smile, "I'm
getting better. Master Red will attest to that."

"That's true, Ben, he only wakes up screaming once or twice
a week now instead of every night."  It was a sad statement but
had it's morbid humor.

"Ah, our drinks are here.  Thank you, Achmed."  We each took
our drinks from the tray and thanked Achmed who bowed
graciously.

"And you, Master Red, I know you're a somewhat nomadic
biker but you haven't always been.  What did you do before that?"

"I worked with Red Grainger my older brother putting out oil
fires all over the world."

"Red Grainger is your brother?"

"Yes, Sir, very few men know my real last name or my first. 
Cowboy doesn't even know 'cause I've been a little afraid to tell
him. I didn't know what emotional impact it might have on him.  
He has to know sooner or later and it may as well be now.  My
full name is Robert Buck Grainger.  As a kid they use to call me
Bobby-Buck. One of my younger brothers couldn't say 'Bobby-
Buck' so the best he could manage was 'Booger.'  Then it became
a nickname and the whole family began calling me 'Booger.' By
the time I got to secondary school that's all anybody called me,
Booger Red.  Seemed like a good name to go with."

"Interesting, have you been in my country,  Bahrain?"  

"Yes Sir, several times working with my brother and Bechtel
Oil Company."  I was stunned that Booger's real name was Buck.
That's why he didn't want to tell me.  He thought it might upset
me.  How much of a coincidence could that be?   I thought to
myself. I have even met his brother.  Uncle Bud knew him and
introduced him to me at the Houston rodeo.  Old Booger was
beginning to take on a whole new dimension.

"Of course I must ask each of you to keep my secret." he
laughed mocking himself, "My boy will obey me." 

"No one will hear it from me Master Red but I'm somewhat
shocked that your name is Buck.  I've even met  your brother. 
Uncle Bud knew your brother and introduced me to him at the
Houston rodeo while we were on the circuit. I remember him as a
big, fine looking, square jawed man, built like a Marine D.I. with a
haircut to match." 

"That pretty well describes my brother. Was his bodyguard,
the giant bear, with him?  Did you meet him, too?"

"No Sir, Master Red, he was alone when I met him."

"I met him, Master Red,---Griz is his name, I believe. Quite a
remarkable man, to say the least.  Wasn't real sure he was a
man." Red and Ben laughed.

"That's Griz. Not the brightest penny in the box but faithful to
my brother and saved his life four or five times.  I once saw him
run into a solid wall of fire, cover my brother with a rug, picked
him up and carried him to safety.  My brother isn't a small man. 
Griz is an incredibly strong man."

Ben seemed to be enjoying the conversation, was loosening
up and so were we.  Red seemed to be enjoying himself and
instinctively knew how to relate to his Highness.  He probably
had been around many Arabs before.  I was amused at how
wrong I'd been thinking about old Booger being a 'bumpkin' that
might cause some embarrassment.  Now I was more concerned
that I might do or say something wrong. We had another drink
and watched the sun go down from the rooftop of the hotel.  It
was glorious. 

Achmed brought a tray of appetizer that were delicious.  Then
we followed Ben into the dining room to a table all ready set with
all kinds of foods.  It was unbelievable.  His chef was present and
would cook you a steak right there on a grill. Ben said he had
developed a taste for Cajun food and liked his steak done that
way.  I was game to try it and so was Red.  We all had the same. 
They were delicious.  It was prime beef that you could cut with a
fork. As dinner progressed Ben got more inquisitive about our
relationship.

"Master Red?  I've been calling you that because Cowboy
addresses you that way. Are you his teacher?"

"I apologize Ben, you should call me Red, not Master Red.  I
understand the connotation of school master and how you might
be confused.  I didn't correct you because I didn't want  to cause
embarrassment; however, the time has come for explanation.
Cowboy is my slave. I'm his Master." Ben didn't register shock or
stop eating, but was silent for a moment, taking the information
in. He shook his head in understanding.

"Would you be uncomfortable if I inquired further?" he asked
politely.


"Of course not, Ben.  Cowboy and I have nothing to hide as
long as you're tolerant." 

"Certainly Red, Cowboy, but isn't slavery illegal here in the
U.S.?"

"Yes Sir, it is."  I spoke up. "Forced slavery is illegal in our
country but there are no laws that cover consensual slavery.  I'm
Red's slave by choice.  I love him.  I've given myself to him and
he has become my Master.  My first Master was my Uncle Bud,
my second was Buck Yates that gave his life for me, and now I've
given myself to Master Red." 

"I've heard of subcultures here in the U.S. that defy slavery
laws to own slaves.  Among them are outlaw, gay/straight biker
groups, one in particular I've heard of 'The Clan Mc Innis.'"  This
was getting a bit spooky for me and I know it was for Red. He
almost dropped his fork. Red shot a look at me for support and I
nodded affirmative to him to share with his Highness.

"That's our family, Ben.  There are eight or nine of us back at
our motel."

"Interesting, do they all have slaves?"

"Some do, some don't. A couple are straight but tolerant and
live by the principals we try to live by.  Some have lost slaves
recently due to death and can't bring themselves to take another
yet.  One is a police officer from Los Angeles, fine looking man. 
He chooses to ride alone for now but he probably will take a
slave later."

"How far does this Master/slave thing go?"

"Could you ask that question a different way, Ben? Do you
mean what control do I have over Cowboy?"

"Yes, exactly."

"Total.  He has been trained to accept and do what I tell him. 
He won't question my commands.  Yet he trusts me not to
command him to place his hand in a burning flame, plunge into
icy waters or place him in harms way. You wouldn't do that to
anyone or anything you loved or cared about.  Even a beloved pet
you would go out of your way to protect.  So it is with our
relationship and generally our family's attitude toward slaves in
general.  I love Cowboy.  I have to.  Who else would love such an
ugly, old man like me?"  Red laughed at his attempt to lighten the
mood.

I looked at Red and frowned. He understood the look.

"I'm sorry, Son." Red turned to Ben, "I promised Cowboy four
years ago, when I first met him,  I wouldn't say things about me
being ugly.  It seems he doesn't think I'm ugly."

"Cowboy's right to ask that promise of you, Red.  I don't find
you ugly either.  On the contrary, your personality and personal
strength outweighs any outward physical appearance.  Am I
right, Cowboy?"

"Absolutely, Sir. I don't love my Master because I must. I
certainly don't love him 'cause he's pretty.  I love him because
he's comfortable to be with. I love him because I want to.  And
lastly I love him for who he is."

"Would it be inappropriate  to offer my slave to you for the
evening, Ben,  to thank you for your generosity?  I promise he will
please you. If it pleases me to give him to you for an evening he
will obey, without question."

"Under the circumstances, knowing what I've learned about
your relationship, it certainly wouldn't be inappropriate but
before I decide would you mind if Cowboy answers a couple of
questions for me?"       
"Certainly, Ben." Master Red repied.

"Is that true, Cowboy?" Ben asked in a tone not contesting
Red's statement.

"Yes Sir, my Master's telling the truth."

"If he ordered you to please me, you would without question?"

"Absolutely, Sir. I would."

"Would it please you to do so?"

"It pleases me to please my Master, Ben, no matter what he
requires of me. Some task are easier than others.  Should he give
me to you for your pleasure it would be a pleasurable task, Sir.
One that I'm sure I would enjoy."

"Good answer, Cowboy. You're almost as good with words as
you are with a rope." He and Red had a good laugh.

We had coffee and New York cheesecake for dessert.  It was
wonderful. Nothing more was said about me pleasuring the
Prince.  We went about our conversation as if nothing had
happened.  I did notice that Ben dismissed all his servants and
saw each to the door.  We were alone. 

"Do you wish to stay, Red, while your slave pleases me?"

"Oh no, Ben,---have your driver take me back to the motel and
I trust you to  return him either later this evening or in the
morning at your discretion.

We have a small ritual we perform to bond him to you.  You
will then become his Master for his time with you." Red snapped
his fingers and I fell to my knees in front of the Prince.  I kissed
each of his boots.

"Hold your right hand down for him, Ben."  The Prince held his
hand and I took in and gently kissed the back of it and placed it
against my forehead.

"Repeat after me, Ben:  Rise slave and show your Master your
love!"

"Rise slave and show your Master your love." I rose slowly.

"May I put my arms around you, Master?"


"You may, slave."

"May I kiss you, Master?"

"Indeed you may."

We kissed and he didn't hold back. He was a passionate man
and wasn't afraid to show it.  Red smiled knowingly to himself.

"You obey Master Ben, Cowboy, and pleasure him any way he
chooses. I'll be waiting for you."

"Please excuse me, Master Ben."  I went to Red and knelt in
front of him and kissed his boots.  His hand was ready.  I kissed it
and placed it to my forehead. "Rise slave and tell your Master,
Goodbye."  I threw my arms around him, hugged and kissed him
goodbye. Master Ben had his driver come for Red and they left. 
Ben and I were alone.

"I've never had a man slave in your country before, Cowboy.  I
have in mine.  In fact I have several but I'm not allowed to travel
with any.  One in particular brings me a great deal of pleasure. I
can tell you without anyone finding out,  I love him. We may have
men as sexual partners but we are suppose to love our women
that bear our children.  I will,  I'm sure but I'm not ready for that
yet.  When your Master offered you it was too great a temptation. 
I remember seeing you on horseback and thinking if I could only
hold that man close for one night I could die happy. Now I find
you at my feet, as my slave, my own cowboy for the evening.  Will
you have an after dinner drink with me, Cowboy? Shall I put it
another way?  You will have an after dinner drink with me,
Cowboy." He smiled understandingly.

"Yes Sir, Master Ben and thank you, Sir. I would enjoy an after
dinner drink with you."  He headed for a bar on the far side of the
room.

"Remove your clothing for me, Cowboy."  I didn't hesitate. I
took off my boots and socks and shirt and levis.  I stood naked as
he brought my drink.  We touched glasses.

"Drambuie.  Ever had it before?"

"Once Sir.  I like it, thank you, Master."

"Stand before me in the light, Cowboy."  I moved into the
light, sipped my drink and sat it on the glass table.

"My God, you're a stunningly,  handsome young man, Billy."

"Thank you, Sir, I'm afraid my body has been ruined by my
wounds. I feel marred and ugly, Master."

"Come sit by me, Cowboy."  I went to him and sat by him.  He
placed his gentle hand on my two wounds. "I wish I had the
power to heal, Billy.  I would give you back your completeness. 
You are beautiful, none the less.  Are you uncomfortable with
me?"


"No, Master Ben, you're a good man, I can tell.  You are as
good to those who are good to you.  It's an honor and pleasure for
me to be here with you and I also honor my Master by being here.

"I must say, I've never met two finer men in this country than
you and your Master. Are all your family members so caring and
respectful of others?"

"Pretty much, Master Ben. I think their sense of family is the
corner stone of their philosophy of life. They don't suffer fools
readily; however,  they are genuinely caring, try to be helpful
when they can and they look after their own.  They've stood by
me through some pretty bad times." We talked some more and it
became dark in the room.  There was just enough light to see the
Prince's handsome face.  He seemed to be in no hurry and asked
me to put my head in his lap.  I did so gladly.  I was not self
conscious about him putting his hands on me. He felt my chest
and rubbed down further until my old dick was standing at
attention.  I was so warm and comfortable with him and he
smelled so good.  I could smell his maleness through his jeans
though I knew he was clean.  He reeked of clean, stimulating
male pheromones.

"You're getting excited, Cowboy." he smiled, "I must admit I
am, too.  How is it in your country?  Do I treat you as my slave or
do you simply take over and pleasure me?"  He leaned over and
kissed me gently on the lips.

"What ever you command of me, Master, I will do.  I'm your
property for the duration of my stay with you.  I can be either to
you.  You only have to ask or command and I'll do my best to
please you.  If not you must tell my Master I didn't please you. I'm
a gift to you from him for this evening and my pleasing you is a
reflection on my Master as to the quality of that gift.  If I don't
please you, Sir, then his gift is worth nothing."

"What shall I call you? Slave or Cowboy?"

"In my family the two are synonymous; however, if given a
choice with you, when we are in private I would prefer you call
me your slave.  In public if you call me 'Cowboy' it will mean the
same to me, your Highness."

"I've come to like hearing you call me Master, my slave. None
of this Highness stuff, Cowboy."  He laughed.

"Certainly sounds good to call you that, Sir, my Master, I
mean. May I help you off with your handsome boots."

"That would be appreciated, slave."

"May I clean them first, Master?"

"I have nothing for you to clean them with, Cowboy."

"I do, Master."  With that I started to clean his good looking
boots with my tongue.  He really got into it as I tried to lick and
kiss the leather from around his feet. He never interrupted but let
me take my own good time to do a good job.  They had a bit of
dust on them but not when I finished.  By the time I finished the
second boot I could see his erection pushing the buttons in his
levis. He was ready.


"May I take your boots off now, Master Ben?"

"Be careful you don't ruin that shine, slave.  I'm going to set
this pair aside to remember this evening.  I want them perfect." 
He laughed in good spirits. 

"I hope I pleased you, Sir. Did I do a good enough job?"

"Excellent, slave."  Every time he called me slave my dick got
harder.

"I'll show you the way cowboys help each other off with their
boots, Master Ben." I turned my ass to him and pulled his big
boot up between my legs to my crotch and clamped my legs
together. "Please Sir, place your other boot on my butt and push." 
He gently placed his other boot on my ass and pushed pretty hard
until I felt the one in my hand start to come off.  I did the same
with the other.  He had a constant smile on his face like he was
enjoying the attention and respect that he was getting from me. I
couldn't have been enjoying myself more. 

He was new to this form of Master/slave relationship and was
reveling in it. I asked him to stand and slowly undid his beautiful
western shirt.  His beard and mustache was so well trimmed that
he could've passed for a wrangler on the rodeo circuit.  Damn, he
was hot. I removed his 'T' shirt after that and was amazed by his
build.  He had a body by God.  He obviously had a personal trainer
and worked out regularly. I moved my hands slowly to his pants.

"May I, Master?"  He nodded his approval and I undid his
western belt and knelt in front of him.  I moved my mouth to his
pants and undid each of his metal buttons on his fly with my
mouth.  I pulled them down and he was a true cowboy.  He wasn't
wearing underwear and his big engorged cock flopped in my face.
I didn't let it fall but caught it with my face and made love to it,
licking and kissing it.  He had a great foreskin that just barely
covered the head.

"I'm not allowed to take you Master until you give me
permission."

"Let me sit down and you may remove my levis the rest of the
way."

He sat down and I removed his pants.  He was as naked as I
was.

"For that, you may take me, slave."  I ran my tongue under his
beautiful foreskin.  He was clean but he tasted wonderful.  His
pheromones were in full bloom. He was ripe.  I took him down my
throat and felt him melt into the sofa. He began to writhe under
me the deeper I took him down my throat.

"Oh, my beautiful cowboy, how great is Allah to bring you to
me? I can't believe this is happening.  You feel so good, slave. 
Take me deeper, slave.  Oh God, that feels good, Billy."

I could feel him getting close as his back began to arch
slightly.  I kept my steady but unending stroke on his shaft.  I
increased my rhythm knowing that soon I would be rewarded. I
felt his hands lightly on the back of my head as he hit his first
volley of come in my mouth.  He yelled that he had more for me,
about the time his second shot hit the back of my throat.  I didn't
stop until I had all of him down my throat.

"Oh damn, Cowboy, that was good.  You're a good and well
trained slave.  Did your handsome uncle train you?"

"Yes, Master Ben.  He was patient and worked with me to
show me how to please him.  I wanted to learn because I loved
him and wanted to be his slave."

"So it should be between Masters and slaves.  There not only
should be a  separation but a communion between them.  I must
have more of you this evening but for now let's relax in the spa."

We sat in the spa for sometime with me in Master Ben's arms. 
He was a loving man who appreciated a good slave that could
take care of him properly. Master Ben told me about his
homeland and he was here in Reno on an extended months
vacation from official royal duties he has to perform during the
year.  He has very little opportunity for sex with either sex
because of his travel and obligations.

"Do you think your Master would miss you too much for you to
spend the night in my arms, Cowboy, and I'll personally deliver
you to him tomorrow morning."

"He has made a gift of me to you for the entire evening if you
wish, Master Ben.  I was hoping I would get to feel you inside me
and allow me catch your seed. My first effort was pretty nice, I
enjoyed serving you."

"You really do think like a slave, Cowboy.  More so than my
slaves. I've been told some men have the souls of slaves. They
would be unhappy being anything else in life.  I would never want
someone as beautiful as you being unhappy because you needed
to be my slave.  Master Red is indeed a lucky man."

"I keep telling him that, Master Ben."  We laughed at my joke.

"Then it's agreed.  I require more from you this evening and
will use your Master's gift to the fullest.  Someday, when I attend
a rodeo and see you sitting on a beautiful horse winning the team
roping competition, I'll know in my heart you spent an evening in
my arms and I'll be happy."

We got out of the spa and he handed me his towel. He smiled
knowing I would gently dry him and rub him down at the same
time.  He gave me free reign of his body and I dried every inch of
him.  I was especially gentle with his manhood and ass.  I didn't
wish to be suggestive nor intrusive.  He laughed as I gently dried
his dick. It became roaring hard again from my attention. We
retired to his bedroom. 

My God!  It was decorated like something from the movie, 'Ali
Baba and the Forty Thieves.'  Fine oriental rugs and Kaleems
everywhere.  The bed was bigger than an ordinary king size bed. 
It was huge. There was a canopy over the bed and the interior
was one continuous piece of highly polished, mirror quality,
stainless steel less than 1/32 of an inch thick.  It was stunning. 
You could lay in bed and look up and see yourself. It suddenly
dawned on me I could watch him fuck me.  It caused me to get
an instant erection.

"Do you have rules or rituals for taking your slave's ass,
Master Ben."

"No, Cowboy, they know what's going to happen and I just do
it. Does your family have rules?"

"Only two, Master Ben.  The only lubricant you may use is my
saliva that I'll place on your shaft and once in position you must
take me hard and sure until you're completely within me."

"Sounds reasonable to me.  Have you been trained for this?"

"Yes Sir, my Uncle, my Master Buck, my dad, and Master Red
all take me that way.  It sets the tone and mood for the entire
fuck.  You'll fuck me better and I'll give you a better fuck if you
follow those two simple rules."

"I will be happy to abide by your family's rules.  Indeed, they
make a lot of sense to me."

"May I,  Master?"  I moved my head toward his already
engorged dick.

"You have my permission, slave."  I slathered him up good
with my spit and made the required homage to his dick that any
slave should before his Master is to make a present of it to his
ass.  Finally, he remembered and gave me permission to take him
in my mouth.  I went down on him and to get more of my mouth's
lubricant on him as I could.

"Now Master, you're ready and I'm ready. Please, don't forget
the second part it's important."

"I promise, slave, you will be taken swift, hard and sure."  he
said as he helped me raise my legs.  I grabbed them with both
arms and positioned my ass for his best angle of entry.  I felt him
position the head of his fine dick at my backdoor.

He breathed deeply, leaned forward and drove his sizable
cock to the hilt. I went crazy writhing and thanking him for taking
his slave hard. I described it's hurt and how good he felt within
me at the same time. I begged him to lock it into me so my ass
couldn't reject him and it would soon stop arguing with his shaft. 
He held me as I writhed and slammed my ass down harder onto
him a couple of times.

"Oh thank you, Master Ben.  Thank you for taking this slave's
ass that hard and sure.  You are my Master tonight and I'll give
you the best fuck you've ever had as my Master's and my gift to
you.  I'm honored, Master, to have you inside this slave.  Thank
you, Sir. Take all of my slave's ass you need Master. I'm clean so
you may fuck me as hard as you wish.  You can't fuck me too
hard, Master."

"We'll see, slave."  He said in amusement as he took a couple
of good, strong test strokes into me. I could tell by those two
strokes that he was a man's man and one to be reckoned with in
the fucking department.  He loved to fuck slave boy butt.  I had
been with enough men in my life that I could tell. A man that truly
enjoyed a fine piece of slave butt will have a noticeable change
in  the sound of their breathing patterns.  It would progress from
one of sexual tension and anxiety to one of peaceful resignation
that they now had the whole pie to eat and not just a small piece. 
It was a feeling that we don't have a plane to catch so grab your
ass, we're settling in for a long winter's fuck.

"Hummm slave,  I had no idea what a treasure your ass was.  I
dared not even dream of fucking that cowboy I saw on that horse
that day. You made me soil my levis and had to go to the men's
room to clean myself.  I actually shot watching you and your
uncle win in Ft. Worth.  So settle back in the saddle, Cowboy,
your Master's gonna' ride you for a while."

"Oh Master, you feel so damn good inside me. Ride me harder,
Master.  This pony needs to be ridden down hard, Master Ben. 
Don't be shy, Master.  Take your fucking horse and ride him hard. 
He'll go anywhere you take  him and meet you stroke for stroke
as hard or harder."

I didn't have to invite him twice as he increased his speed and
length of stroke. He had remarkable stamina and endurance.  He
would ride me almost to the top of the hill then slowly do some
slow deep strokes to cool himself off. He was in no hurry to
come.  He was a man that truly enjoyed his fucking. He had found
a slave that met his requirements for a good, long ride and he
was going to take full advantage. I loved every minute and inch
of his cock as he slammed it into me time and time again.

"This will be the last time I ride you up the hill, Cowboy.  You
feel too damn good not to spill myself into your ass.  Hang on and
work with me like you've been doing.  I'll get us there, I can feel
you working hard each time to hold back. This time, my sweet
slave, you won't have to. Let yourself go and once I feel you I'll
empty into you."

He was true to his word.  He started his build up again.  This
time with more determination and down home, good, hard
fucking as he built up his speed and depth of his stroke.  He was
pounding my ass so fucking hard he was building me up to the
point of no return, but I was meeting each stroke urging him to
fuck me hard, begging him to take me harder.  As he began to
yell, I felt my ass biting down hard on his shaft and my flow of
come shot into my face.

"Oh, OH, OHHHH God I'm coming, slave.  Take me slave. Deep
in your sweet ass.  Arrrggg!! Oh God, Cowboy!  I've never a had
such a good a piece of ass!  Shit."  He continued on and on with
his praise as I thanked him for fucking me and allowing me to
come.  I thanked him and thanked him.  We made love while he
was still emptying into me and rooting around  for sometime."

"We do have one custom in my country that I hope you'll
understand, slave. When a Master fucks his slave or another man
it is courtesy for him to piss in his ass to clean him out. Certain
sects of our religion in Bahrain believe that the next Messiah will
be born of a man and laugh if you will, but it's also to insure that
the man that caught your seed won't get pregnant. "

"As you wish Master;  however, I was hoping to absorb your
seed into my body,  thereby having a part of you become a part of
me."

"To be honest, I like your sentiment better, I want to become
a part of you. We'll leave my seed inside of you for the evening."

"Thank you , Master, may I clean you?" I asked after he had
pulled out of me.

"We can go to the shower for that, slave."

"Please, Master?"  He smiled seeing the need in my eyes.

"Very well, slave, clean your Master."  I cleaned him good
before I led him to the shower and once again pampered him by
bathing and toweling him dry.  I rubbed his back for him until the
wee hours of the morning. Then Master Ben ordered me to fall
asleep in his arms.  I warned him of my nightmares and I think he
though Red was kidding him about the screaming at nights. 
Fortunately I didn't have an episode. He deposited another load
in my ass early the next morning and I sucked him off in the
shower.  He was drained by the time he and Harry drove me back
to our motel.  It was still fairly early in the morning but Red was
up and came out as we drove up.

"Did my slave make me proud of him, Ben?"

"More than proud, Master Red.  I  can't thank you enough for
your gift.  I don't experience pleasure like that often. It was very
gracious of you."

"Good! Good!  Look Ben, I talked with my family and the
owner of the motel is throwing a pool party and barbeque for us
tomorrow evening as we're leaving for Tucson the next morning. 

We'd be honored if you and your body guards or Harry or
anyone else you might wish to bring join us."

"That's a lovely offer, Red.  Could I let you know later today.
I'll have to check with my secretary what I have to do for the rest
of the weekend. I promise I'll call this evening before six.  Thanks
so much for the invitation."  Master Ben and Harry drove away as
Red and I went into the room.

"Did you have breakfast, Cowboy?"

"Just coffee, Master.  Ben wanted to get me back to you early
as he promised."

"Did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes Sir, he's is a fine man, Master.  I enjoyed getting to know
him."  Red laughed.

"I hope he comes tomorrow evening.  I think he'd like our
family."

We woke the rest of our family and they were curious about
my night with the Prince.  I wouldn't tell anything until we were
at breakfast so I didn't have to repeat it. I wasn't going to tell
them the best parts.  Those memories belonged to only two
people.

* * * * * * * * * * * * * 

Master Ben accepted my Master's invitation to the pool party
barbeque and brought Harry with him.  Harry was a real sexual
rounder.  He would fuck anything or anybody that held still long
enough.  He had no preferences between men or women.  He
went with women because they were easier for him to get.  Not
that he wasn't attracted to men or them to him.  He just didn't
like the games most gay men played.  All Harry wanted was to
take them home, fuck the holy shit out of them, clean them up
and send them home.  He didn't want attachments to complicate
his life.

Harry had decided to serve Master Ben as his employee and
that meant traveling.  He couldn't afford to settle down.  Where
could he make the kind of money he was making and live as
comfortably.  Not only did the Prince Sultan pay him handsomely
but showered his drivers with gifts and perks from time to time. 
Harry, in turn, would keep an eye out for a  prospective lay for his
Master.  

There was a mutual, but respectful, comradery that passed
between Master Ben and Harry. Harry was a tall, fair skinned,
buffed, big dicked cuss that knew his own self worth but was
intelligent, giving and genteel.  He fit right into our family group
as did Master Ben.

Ben had no qualms about taking his cloths off with the rest of
us and joining in the spa.  I made sure I sat next to him and
catered to him.  Anything he wanted, I was there for him and
Harry.  Harry was pleased and amused at my attentiveness to the
two of them.

"You'd make some man a good slave, Cowboy."  he
commented in jest. Everyone in the spa started laughing
including Master Ben.  Poor Harry didn't think his joke was that
funny.

"I'm Master Red's slave, Harry."  I said in all seriousness. 
Harry smiled at me.

"I should have known. How dumb can I be? Why else would
you refer to him as Master Red? Forgive me, Cowboy.  What I
meant as a joke has become a joke on me."  I laughed with him.

"He's a fine slave too, one his Master may be proud of.  Would
it be rude to ask if such a fine slave might be for sale, Master
Red?"

"No Ben, it wouldn't be rude to ask; however, Cowboy's not
for sale. I'm flattered  you asked; let's me know you enjoyed my
gift." replied Red.

"I did indeed, Master Red, and thank you again for your
generosity."

"You're most welcome, Sir. We both appreciated the honor or
having him serve you to say nothing of that wonderful dinner. I've
been telling these gentlemen the wonders of the meal we shared
with you and it was something this old man will remember for
sometime."

"I enjoyed your company.  I can't tell you when I've had a
better evening."  

As the evening progressed there was talk on every subject
from bikes to the rescue of Tim Russell.  Master Ben was amazed
that we would try to shelter a young man from the draft. When
Ben found out we were taking him for slave training with Master
Jeb and Big Jim who was present in our group, he wanted more
information. He wanted to know if anyone could purchase a male
slave from our family. 

Big Jim explained  to him eloquently and in detail. Slaves
were usually sold only to immediate family members, associated
and recognized other family's members. If you were a member of
a recognized clan then you were eligible to bid on a slave placed
on the open market by the slave training Masters. 

There were a few cases where men were brought to Master
Jeb and Jim by a Master who found a man who wanted to
become his slave but had no training or imprinting.  If the slave
was accepted for training the Master would  pay for the slave's
board and training during the three month training period.

"Then if I found some young man that wished to become my
slave,  you gentlemen could train him for me as well as Cowboy's
trained?"

"Yes Sir." Replied Big Jim, "That would be subject to our
acceptance of him for training; however, once he becomes your
possession, if you become unhappy with him or wish to sell him,
the family that trained him must have first choice in his purchase
for the original amount of his training plus a ten percent profit.

Our acceptance of a man for training would depend on several
interviews conducted by Master Jeb and myself.  Not all men are
accepted for slave training.  Some men we interview for possible
slave training have a true, honest desire and even a need to
become a slave but just don't have the heart to be trained and
imprinted. 

Contrary to belief, most slaves we accept for training are not
soulless, passive, feminine wimps that have no direction in their
lives. That type are usually rejected immediately.  Most men we
accept are spirited, masculine, sensitive, caring people capable
of giving and receiving love.

We get a few men we refer to as 'butch bottoms.'  They're the
type that go home with a man who claims to be a Master and
turns the tables on him.  If the Master isn't in control from the
moment they walk in the door or he becomes vague or confusing
about what he expects from the man, the Master may find
himself kneeling at the other man's feet.

'Butch bottoms' are not bad, per se,  they have a solid male
image of themselves and a stronger image of the man they will
allow to dominate them.  If they become bored or feel their self
image is more masculine than the Master they've gone with, they
may began to  have doubts about the Master being able to take
from them what they need to give, so they turn the tables and
take what they need instead.  I have no sympathy for a so called
Master who allows this to occur.  If it happens and he's made to
serve the 'butch bottom' then he deserves it. He certainly doesn't
deserve to be called a Master.

'Butch bottoms,' in reality are looking for a strong, dominant,
alpha male.  If he can be convinced to enter slave training he will
ultimately make a fine quality slave any man would be proud to
own.  However, they're not easily trained nor imprinted. They're
spirited and strong willed. 

They must be convinced their happiness lies in their
subservience to the Master who buys them. It's not impossible to
train this type but it takes a little more effort than the average
slave.  Business wise, any extra training they might require is
more than made up for in the price we can demand.  A well
trained, imprinted 'Butch Bottom' will command a high price.
They're always in demand.

We don't imprint slaves to give up their self image of
masculinity.  Most Masters prefer a man who's more masculine
than not. A good training Master won't attempt to break their
spirit or will. Through a little  different approach to training and
imprinting, the Dungeon Master will slowly begin to re-channel
the slave's self image to the strong dedication and willingness to
serve his future Master.

Any Master who purchases this type of slave is thoroughly
advised of his upkeep and maintenance.  The Master is given
detailed, printed instructions as to his slave's further training and
care.  The Master must accept the responsibility for his slave's
bonding and loyalty to him through step by step training for
which we provide information.  These further training procedures
must be done or we can't guarantee the slave's performance.

We have counseling for Masters who wish to take on this kind
of slave.  We have seminars and lectures regularly and a Master's
hotline where they may call twenty-four-seven.  We try to be
honest and up-front with all Masters and warn them if they buy
this type of slave, at first, it can be a hell of a lot of work. Not all
Masters are willing to invest the time and effort to commit to the
further training so necessary for this type of slave. It takes
patience, dedication, and a fist of iron in a leather gauntlet;
however, once he accepts his role and becomes bonded to his
Master, a Master has a treasure on his hands.

Some Masters will only accept this type and see them as a
challenge to remake them into what they need in a slave.
Surprisingly, if a Master follows our detailed instructions, these
slaves are the most malleable of all slave types and rarely vary
from their imprinting, training, or bonding with their Master. If the
Master follows instructions and further trains this type slave,
he'll have a slave he may be proud to own and will serve him well
and unquestioned for many years.  A 'butch bottom,' well trained
slave can provide the strongest of bondings between a Master
and slave. 

Some men  we interview like the fantasy and want to play at
being a slave when it suits their purpose.  That can foster all
sorts of anomalies such as, what we call, 'controlling slave
syndrome.' A slave who wants the fantasy of submission but
wants to be in charge.

This anomaly can be corrected through further,  more
intensive training and imprinting.  Once accomplished, they are
guaranteed by us to never again, even consider trying to take
control from their Master. Many of this kind turn out to be most
satisfactory slaves for their Masters.  The slave will never again
question his Master's command.

Worst of all, the end results might produce a
passive/aggressive manipulative slave that will slowly eat a
Master's soul away and, unless the Master is trained to recognize
the signs and games,  can unwittingly fall victim to this nefarious
kind of slave.

A slave who develops a passive/aggressive pattern is difficult
to recognize at first. They can be extremely passive as any good
slave; however it usually is a cold, calculated game to gain a 
strangle hold on the Master.  Their greatest objective is to trick a
Master into bonding with them. Then they can become
aggressive to eat away at the foundation of their Master's
strength of purpose.

If a Master falls deeply in love with them, they exhibit cursory
appreciation for his affection, and his love is turned into an
effective weapon to use against him to slowly but surely achieve
their on self-serving, insidious goals.

They essentially take over the relationship and began to
control their Master through intricate games designed to further
chip away at a Master's control and self esteem.  A Master can
actually have their life blood sucked out of them by these filthy
little vampires masquerading as their slave.

Most times this type of slave , when discovered,  is discarded
by the Master when he finally realizes he's been duped. Usually,
by that time, the Master has suffered almost irreparable damage
to his psyche and may find it difficult to even consider taking on
another well trained, good slave.

In worst cases,  after the slave has sucked the Master dry,
they leave him to find other prey. There is no correction for this
type of slave.  To accomplish correction with a slave, the slave
has to have a soul.  To have a soul implies one has a conscience. 

This type have absolutely no conscience for their actions and
can rationalize the wake of their destruction as their due. These
vermin become soulless, sub-human creatures in the body of a
man, who live off the life force and resources of good men. This
type is to be avoided at all cost.

We have specific ways of discovering this type through
interview and certain test.  We are rarely wrong. We can't afford
to be.  We assume responsibility for the final product of our
training and must be careful not to accept these kinds that may
exhibit these anomalies.

We want a Master to feel confident when he purchases a
slave from us he's buying a quality product.  One who will serve
him well for many years, and he can be proud to own.

Occasionally we find a man, not many though, that's born with
the soul of a natural slave.  He's born to be a slave.  He'll never
be happy being anything else in life.  His conscious mind may find
the idea of him becoming owned as property, a slave, to another
man repugnant.

He may reject the idea all together and try to suppress his
natural calling by trying to live another choice of life style;
however, underneath his conscious mind, beats a troubled heart. 
He feels an emptiness gnawing away at his soul like he has a big
hole in his heart.

It's sometimes described as an empty, gnawing hunger in his
gut but he can't define it nor find anything to sate his hunger.  He
doesn't have a clue as to what's causing his emptiness, and he
can't describe it to friends or a therapist.

This type will often chose a service related job to serve the
public. Perhaps doctors, nursing, paramedic, school teacher,
social worker, psychologist, psychiatrist, therapist of all kinds or
even waiters.
  
They form relationships that depend on the natural slave
doing things for them.  Their friends often take advantage of
them and don't fully appreciate what they do for them. It seems
they can never do enough for these friends who always have just
one more project for them to do and we know you'll do it because
you're so good to us and we love you so.

Their friends develop an attitude, "We'll if he's stupid enough
to do it for nothing more than a pat on the back,  I can certainly
afford that.  At least we don't have to put up with him when we
don't need him."

There's nothing that will ever fill the void within this type, no
matter how much they try to do for their friends and neighbors, 
until his subconscious need is admitted by his conscious mind.  

That need is to give his life in servitude to another man by 
suppressing his will or his identity of himself;  not an easy thing
to do,  to become and extension of his Master.  He must become
a part of his Master.  His Master owns him completely, body and
soul, and sets about to recreate within his slave a new identity
as his property, his personal possession, his slave.

These are Master/slave relationships that will last a lifetime
and be the envy of every other Master and slave.  They're a
comfort, joy and wonder to be around,  to witness the deep,
understanding love from their bonding.  You will find  no other
pairing, straight or gay, through any ritual or ceremony that will
have the strength, security and passion of these type
Master/slave bondings.  


We believe in what we're doing and once the man is trained
and imprinted he becomes a slave. Let me add we spend a great
deal of time talking, evaluating, and testing potential applicants. 
We don't want a man who isn't totally sure this is what he wants
for his life.  Once they are imprinted and trained he can't stop
being a slave. I suppose there is such a thing as un-imprinting.

Parents of children who have become brainwashed by a
religious cult have them de-programed and some have been
successful.  It's a little different with an imprinted slave.  Being a
slave becomes his only happiness for living and de-programing
would mean taking away his happiness; a hard thing to do. Once
a slave,  he can never again function in normal society and be
happy.  His only happiness will be in serving another man and
becoming his property.

He is accepted into our family by member vote and ritual,
whether the Master wishes to join our family or not. Therefore, 
he has, for lack of a better description, dual citizenship.  He will
belong to his Master for all practical purposes.

He will be for his Master's use, pleasure, and further training;
however, should something happen to the Master, his slave will
not become property of his heirs nor can he be willed to anyone
other than a Master recognized and approve by our family. 
Otherwise, he's reclaimed by his first family that trained him.

All Masters who accept a slave we've trained must sign a
default contract for that slave before he'll be transferred as
property and released to his new owner.  It's for the slave's
protection as well as ours. We don't look upon our slaves as
worthless. We invest a huge amount of time, physical and
emotional energy into the training of these slaves and they, in
effect, become extensions of their trainers. 

To go one step further the Dungeon Master and myself look
upon all the slaves we've trained as our children.   We love them,
care for them, provide for them if they can't provide for
themselves, and look upon them as partners that are secondary
to their Master's will and needs.  Slaves get disciplined and
punished. Some are subjected to body modifications, even sexual
reassignment by their owners but above all, they are loved."

"I admire you gentlemen's attitude on the subject.  I
wholeheartedly agree with your philosophy. I'm staggered at your
insights and professional knowledge in this area. It's impressive. 
I had no idea you gentleman were as serious about this subject
and seem to exhibit considerable awareness about how to go
about achieving your goals.

I wouldn't have a problem if a slave I owned would have you
for a default family.  I can't predict what might happen to a slave
I love and care about if he were to become my brother's property. 
At least with you,  I'd know he would have chance to become the
slave of another good Master.

One of my salves in particular would not suffer well being
owned by my brothers.  He's good and kind and I love him. Is
there a way I might have him become part of your family, or both
of us for that matter, so that I might leave him to you should
something happen to me?"

"You could request membership from our Clan Leader, Master
Beryl.  There's a three month probationary period.  You would
have to be around us and associate with us for three months
which may be kind of hard for you with your responsibilities.

You may request your slave be trained by us and if accepted
we would automatically induct him by member vote and  ritual
into our family.  Then with the proper contracts signed he would
be released to you but expected to be  returned to us should
anything happen to you."

"You know, Gentlemen, that sounds like a wonderful idea.
You're right about the time involved to become part of your
family; although, I believe it would be one of the finest
experiences of my life and a great honor.  I have duties and
responsibilities to my family that keeps me pretty busy.

I'll have Harry get all the necessary information and be in
contact with you.  I'll arrange for my slave, Keshan, to come to
Los Angeles to enter your slave training within in the next month
or so if convenient. I understand that everything will depend on
your acceptance of him. 

He speaks limited English but he's getting better.  He speaks
and understands enough to be trained.   He could use some
training.  Our slaves sometime have a tendency to become lazy. 
That's why I love Keshan.  He always tries hard to please me.
Most of the time he does, but he needs polish and his attention
focused.  I think you gentlemen could do that for him.  I would be
most grateful."

"We'd be happy to help, if we can Master Ben.  You must
realize our training also includes a slave learning to enjoy or at
least tolerate the whip without fear. Once trained in that area, a
slave will require a Master to whip  him occasionally to keep his
psyche in balance, to keep him happy.  It becomes a deeply
ingrained need in their psyche.  If he isn't whipped regularly he'll
become depressed and develop feelings of worthlessness.  He
may even start to feel his Master no longer loves or needs him."

"By all means, Gentlemen.  I hope you will accept my slave,
Keshan.  He has felt the taste of my whip and is my only slave
who's begged for more. He understands it isn't punishment but  a
communion between us.  He often begs me for the whip. I wish I
had more time to give him what he needs.

I haven't had time to invest in his development but I'm going
to hire a Dungeon Master to take care of him when I can't.  He'll
be taught and come to know it's by my command, for my
pleasure, and because I love him that he's being whipped. May I
inquire about this young man you speak of, Tim Russell.  Will he
be available only to your associated family members?"

"We don't know yet.  We'll have to evaluate Tim. Tim has met
several slaves in our family, observe the way they're treated and
related to.  He hasn't be lied to nor any aspect of being a slave to
a man whitewashed.  He seems to be all for it;  however, he may
not be slave material.

He's quite young, only eighteen.  However, his mother seems
comfortable enough with our Master/slave relationships to wish
us to train her only son to be a slave. She's seen how we treat
our slaves and claims she's found herself envious.  She took a
shine to a salve in our family, Wes, who isn't with us this trip. 
She loves Cowboy like a second son."

"Who wouldn't?" replied Master Ben smiling and winking at
me and Red. Everyone laughed. "May I meet young Tim?"  Master
Ben asked.

"I don't see why not.  We're on our way to get him and teach
him to ride his new motorcycle Dan Yates and Cowboy are buying
him  We could meet you someplace on the way back to Los
Angeles."

"Would Las Vegas be too far out of your way, Gentlemen?" 
Master Ben asked. "You will all be my guests at the Riviera.
There will be rooms for all. Single or double. What ever you
prefer. I'll leave the details to Harry and he'll arrange everything."

"Can we let you know after we pick up Tim?  We can contact
you from Dan Yates' home and let you know, Sir."  replied Big
Beryl, "I don't foresee any problem with Vegas.  It would be a
good run for Tim to get use to his new bike."

"Sounds good to me, Gentlemen.  Harry would you please get
the necessary information before we leave from Master Jim and
Beryl?"

"Be happy to your Highness."

"Harry!"

"Sorry, Master Ben."  Master Ben and he laughed together. 
They had a great friendship and Harry was letting it be known he
respected his Master's position. 

The evening came to an end and Master Ben and Harry shook
hands with all.  Even Cal was mannerly and well met with the
Prince.  The owner of the motel and his partner were agog they
had royalty visit their establishment.  The staff of the motel, all
good looking gay men, had a good time as well.

Booger and I walked back to our room after seeing Master
Ben and Harry off. We walked with his big arm around me as we
talked softly.

"Have a good time, Cowboy?"  he asked.

"Yes, Master Red, I think everyone relaxed and enjoyed
Master Ben and Harry. I feel certain they enjoyed themselves as
well.  Harry couldn't thank us enough and told me aside it was
just what his Master needed.  He's been invited to so few
American social gatherings without someone wanting something
from him."

"He seemed to want more from us than we do of him, don't
you think?" Red asked me.

"I noticed that, Master.  He was very curious about our slave
training and Tim."

"Son, do you realize you're referring to me as 'Master' more
and more?"  Red quietly asked.

"Yes, Sir, I do.  It feels natural for me to call you 'Master,' Red.
I was sincere when I decided to let go and accept you as my
Master. You helped me see I gave you that right a long time ago,
but it wasn't until I was with Master Ben I discovered what it
meant to me to think of you as my Master.  It was a safe feeling,
a feeling of belonging, of being important to someone; important
to a wonderful Master who loved me; a magnificent beast and
animal.

When I was with Master Ben, I had the comfort of thinking I
belonged to you and you loved me enough to demand I live up to
my original bonding with you.  I guess I realized I needed that.  I
needed to become your property, Master Red.  I needed to give
myself to you as property for you to own. When you didn't
hesitate to tell Master Ben I wasn't for sale,  I began to
understand you needed that dedication from me and why.

I began to think,  I once saw in you a masculine beauty that
went beyond your looks that captured my imagination. My
selfishness, imposed on me by my pain and horror from Nam,
didn't allow me to remember.  Your threat of leaving me alone
unless I met your price jolted me to a reality that if I wanted
what you had to offer as a Master I had to meet your price.  That
and a not so gentle nudge by someone else I won't go into now.

It wasn't up to me to set a price for you to meet and that's
what I was doing. I asked myself if I was willing to meet your
price and the answer that came to me was a resounding 'yes.' 
I'm stubborn, Master, but I'm not without reason." He stopped
and took me in his arms. 

 "You're still doing it, Billy. You just did the same damn thing
to me you did that first night you called me your Master.  I didn't
miss the fact you clearly said, 'my' Master.  I've even jacked off
thinking of that wonderful moment.  I had no doubt that evening 
you were giving yourself to me unconditionally. 

You saw something in me few people ever care enough to
see.  You looked beyond the hard, ugly, scarred face to find a
Master who would make a choice for you.  You were unsure why
but you knew,  in your gut,  you needed me to make that choice
for you.  I made that choice for us and claimed you as my own.  

What you've told me, in some ways, has been exactly what
you told me that evening.  You, gotta' stop that, Son.  I don't
know if this old man's heart can survive that much joy." My
Master laughed and I smiled at him.

"I haven't talked to you much about your decision since your
question about your dog tags. That told me all I wanted to hear,
Son.  It was cute, charming, poignant but best of all left no doubt
as to your message and it's meaning. I didn't need any
clarification. Like you did with 'my' Master four years ago.  I love
you, Billy. I said that not in the height of passion but as a
rational, thinking man. I want you to understand that. 

I need what you offered the other evening.  In effect you did
to me what you did in Glen Rose,  you gave me a blank check to
claim as much of you as I want. You responded to my need as
you always have; unconditionally.

Young man, my slave, it's  the greatest joy and honor to own
you and to know you're this beast's property.  I can't think of
anything or anyone I'd rather own.  You have become my
treasure, Cowboy.  It is a comfort to me to have you call me
Master, Billy.  I will always love and protect you. Last but not
least, I need you by my side, Son."

We kissed and I knew I was going to get the b'jesus fucked
out of me that evening. I needed it,  I was ready for it.  I couldn't
think of a better way to seal our commitment to each other.  I
couldn't get either of our clothes off fast enough. I had to have
that big, ugly, sex machine of a man inside me as far as he could
get and then try to get more in. We fell together on the bed and
went to it like two dogs in heat.

That old man fucked me until I almost cried 'uncle.'  I never
had such animal sex with anyone in my young life as I had with
Big Red.  When he fucked me I stayed fucked for sometime. He
would drain me, all of me, completely; emotionally and
physically.  I was drawn to him like a bear to honey.  He must've
exuded some powerful pheromone that was impossible for me to
resist.  With that fuck, I knew I'd let go of Buck.  Nothing was
said, but Red knew it,too.

I felt comfortable thinking of Red as my Master. I couldn't
help but love the big man.  He was good to me, proud to have me
ride by his side, and seemed to genuinely care about me.  I
wanted to let go and trust him.  I decided  I wasn't going to give
him only part of me. That wasn't right. My dad raised me and
taught me right and wrong.  I'm glad he did.  It made my decision
to become Booger's slave easier. My old man even told me he'd
like to see me become Booger's slave.  He claimed Red would
shape me up into a useful slave.

Buck said I had his blessing and I trust him.  I felt good about
my decision and felt the weight of sorrow and loneliness from the
loss of Buck and my buddies lifted from my shoulders the minute
I gave myself to Red.  Buck was right,  I wouldn't let go until I
gave myself to Booger.

Red knew it, too, and tried to tell me without upsetting me. If
anything, Red was not a dumb nor insensitive man.  He didn't
have much formal education but he could read people like a
book.  He knew what to say and do to get them to react the way
he wanted.  They were usually none the wiser.  Our family was
overjoyed by my decision as we knew they would be. All the
blood drained from Cal's face when he heard but he was happy
for us.

Harry called us early the next morning and I told him we
would be leaving for Las Vegas as soon as we got our act
together.  Red, Cal and I would wait in Vegas while the rest of
our family went to get Tim to escort him back.  We would
probably be there for several days until they returned.  

"When your family gets to Las Vegas go  to the Riviera and
tell the desk clerk you are the Mc Innis family.  Master Ben has
all ready phoned to let them know your family will be his guest
and to give you as many rooms as you require. 

You, Master Red and his friend Cal will be welcome to stay
there as Master Ben's guest until your family returns. Then they'll
again be his guest for their stay.  He will join you in about three
days. He has some business to rap up here.  We'll probably fly to
Vegas Wednesday morning but I'll keep in touch.  I'll phone to let
you know.  Any questions?"

"Gosh no, Harry.  Thank you and thank Master Ben for us. He
doesn't have to do this. While we appreciate it we don't want him
to feel obligated."

"Off the record, Cowboy, it's made him happier to do this for
you guys than anything I've seen him do for anyone in a long
time.  Let him have the pleasure of doing for you guys. Please,
don't deny him that. Just be grateful and let him know you are. 
Everyone of those men we met are gracious and certainly know
how to express gratitude. You have no idea how much he enjoyed
himself at the pool party yesterday. It's all he's talked about."

"Tell him we're honored and grateful to accept his
graciousness.  He's a fine man, Harry. He treated me more like
royalty than a slave."

"He'll be pleased to hear that, Cowboy.  You guys were pretty
special to me, too.  Take care and have a safe trip.  See you
there."

We left Reno after breakfast and headed down 395 to Las
Vegas.  It was a beautiful clear winter day.  It was cool but not
cold. However, the further down 395 we traveled toward the
desert the warmer it got.  I told the guys about my conversation
with Harry over breakfast and they were wowed.  They were all
impressed by Master Ben's thoughtfulness.

Big Beryl called from Reno before we left and talked with Dan
Yates about coming to Tucson to get Tim and escort him back to
Los Angeles.  Dan said Tim was all ready doing pretty good on his
bike.  Dan bought him a Harley Sportster similar to mine.

His Mother was beside herself with worry.   Tim graduated
last June from high school.  She was worried he might receive
his draft letter at any time and she wanted him gone before he
had a chance to think about it and get patriotic.

"Beryl, is Cowboy coming with you?" Dan asked plaintively.
Big Beryl hesitated for a moment before answering. 

"No Dan, he's staying in Las Vegas with Red and friends to
wait for Tim's return.   He loves you Dan and doesn't want to
cause you unnecessary pain to see him with another man.  I have
a couple of messages for you when we get there."

"He sent me a lot of money, Beryl, for Tim and me."

"I know, Dan, he loves you both and Mrs. Russell, too.  I think
he even sent her some money."

"Yeah, he did. She was thrilled.  She cried and sent him a
letter to Glen Rose."

"Well, I'm sure Walker Johnson will forward it.  He'll get it in
L.A."

"I'm certainly looking forward to seeing you guys again. I
can't tell you how much I enjoyed your last visit. So come, you're
all welcome and stay as long as you like."

"We're gonna' spend the night in Vegas and then we'll be in
Tucson sometime late the following afternoon.  If something
happens and we see we're gonna' be late we'll call. Tell Mrs.
Russell and young Tim we're looking forward to seeing them."

"I will, Beryl and ride safe."

"Thanks, Dan, we will."

I got a tear in my eye when Big Beryl got me alone and told
me his conversation with Dan Yates.  There was a lump in my
throat and a hole in my heart. I missed him terribly but knew I
had to be were I was for the time being.  I still didn't know why. I
resolved to trust Buck and in turn God.

If  Buck trusted him it was good enough for me.  Maybe some
day, he'll let me go to Dan. At this point it really wasn't a big
thing for me to know 'why' because I just gave myself to Red. 
Not only because Buck told me that was where I had to be but
because I fell in love with Red again.  I trusted Buck above all
others. If I had his blessing, I wouldn't be betraying his love.



End of Chapter 9~Booger Red & Cowboy
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf