BOOGER RED & COWBOY CHAPTER 10
By Waddie Greywolf
                    

We arrived in Las Vegas and followed Harry's instructions.  The
staff of the Riviera was a bit shaken at our arrival.  Here we were a
bunch of leathered bikers entering the Riviera hotel on the strip.
There was no valet parking for Harleys. I considered that
thoughtless and in poor taste.

I mentioned that to Beryl.  Big Beryl was always my best
audience.  I knew how to make the giant laugh and enjoyed the
sound of his big man laughter. His whole body shook.

We pulled up out front and parked in a row.  Cal stayed behind
to watch the bikes while the rest of us went in. We were watched
like hawks by every security guard in the place,  least we make a
false move.  Beryl told us,

"For God's sake, don't anyone make a sudden move to get
anything out of your jacket or we're all dead men."  Then he roared
with laughter.  We went to the check in desk and a nervous looking
male clerk walked up and spoke officiously.

"May I help you, Gentlemen?"

"We hope so." replied Big Beryl, "We're the family Mc Innis. We
were told you would be expecting us."  

The clerk looked like he was about to lose his lunch but quickly
saw the irony and humor in the situation and got into the mood. 
His face changed quickly and brightened.

"Ah, yes, guest of the Prince.  We have rooms set aside for you
near his suite. How many rooms will you require with double
occupancy?"

"Five rooms for one night only and two rooms for approximately
five days."

"That will be fine, Sir.  Can we have each two people sign for
their rooms individually?"


"No problem." Replied Big Beryl smiling as he and Big Jim
signed for their room. I signed for Master Red and my room. Master
Zack signed for a room for him and Cal.  Bull and Charlie signed for
a room and finally Master Earl and Master Sam signed for their
room.

"We have special, guarded, around the clock motorcycle parking
in our parking facility next door.  The doorman will be happy to
point the way for you.  Show the attendant your room key and he'll
make note of it."

It was a long haul to Vegas.  It was fun to be on the road again
but we were all tired and decided to clean up,  meet in the casino
and have dinner in the hotel restaurant. The waiters and waitresses
gave us the fish eye as we walked in and were seated. I think they
were going to flip a coin to see who waited on us when I saw one
little small man's eyes light up like a bubble gum machine on top of
a police car.

He immediately grabbed the menu's and headed for our table
with the look of a man on a mission.  He obviously was a little gay
man that loved bikers and didn't discriminate between gay,
straight, or animal.  He had a wet spot at his crotch the entire time
we were there and couldn't do enough for us. 

His name was Steve. He was pleasant, humorous, efficient, and
horny as a bitch dog in heat.  He couldn't decide who was better
looking.  Master Earl, Master Zack, Big Cal,  Bull, Charlie, or me. In
a pinch he would have thrown himself at Big Beryl and Big Jim.

I think Cal won.  At least he and Master Zack were the two that
Steve told what time he got off work. I guess he figured big Red
and I were a couple,  Bull and Charlie looked  like they could be a
couple and Master Earl was so damn good looking he figured he
probably didn't have a chance with him.

He also thought Master Zack was a pretty piece of flesh.  Zack
was his second pick. We finished our meal, had coffee and were
relaxing when Big Beryl motioned to little Steve for our check. 
Steve walked over to the table smiling.

"I thought there was something special about you gentlemen.
You're the family clan Mc Innis?"

"We are, young man, how did you know?"  asked Beryl.

"We were alerted by the clerk at the front desk. He saw you
come into the restaurant and phoned just a few minutes ago to the
manager.  Your drinks, meal, everything,  including a handsome
gratuity for me has been paid for by his Highness Prince Faisel.  

He's a wonderful man whom I've had the pleasure to serve many
times. I've been told to tell you that any meals during your stay
here will be taken care of by his Highness.  Please feel free to order
room service from us as well. That, too, will be covered by his
Highness.  You gentlemen must be close personal friends with the
Prince Sultan."

"We know him well.  He's a generous, kind hearted man;
however, we would like to leave you a small gratuity as well
Steve."

"Not necessary, Sir, the Prince has..."

"We heard you, Steve.  Thank you." Beryl cut him off.  Each
couple left him ten bucks tip.  Fifty bucks for the ten of us wasn't
bad plus the twenty percent he got from Master Ben picking up the
tab.

"How soon after you get off work can you report to room six-oh-
three, cleaned and ready for service?"  asked Master Zack as Cal
smiled.  The two of them got their heads together.

"We have a room for changing and shower facilities here in the
hotel Master Zack.  I can be to your room in thirty minutes cleaned
and ready for your service, Sir." 

"How is it you address me as 'Master,'Son?"

"You have to be, Sir, you wouldn't ask me a question like that  if
you weren't."  We all fell out laughing at poor Steve who just hit his
own personal jackpot.

"Besides, I've heard of the Clan Mc Innis and I've served his
Highness more than food."  We all laughed with him.  He was a
charmer. Master Zack grabbed him and hugged him in front of
everyone as Steve smiled.

"Thirty minutes after your shift, Son, don't be late.  You have
two horny men to take care of."  Steve looked at Big Cal who just
smiled knowingly at him and Steve blushed.

"My pleasure, Masters, be there at six-thirty sharp."

Steve spent a night in heaven sandwiched between two of the
finest looking men in Las Vegas.  He had a ball.  Hell, he had four of
them.

Red, Cal and I said goodbye to our family who was going on to
Tucson.  Big Beryl pulled me aside before they left to talk with me
in private.

"Any words you want me to tell a heartsick man, Cowboy?"

"Just tell him I love him, Master Beryl.  I wish I could go with
you but I can't leave Red by himself.  I've fallen back in love with
Master Red and I wouldn't even consider doing that to my Master. 
It wouldn't be right.  Buck told me not to go around his dad with
Booger and I don't intend to.  Give him this hug for me, Master
Beryl."  I hugged Big Beryl and wished him a good trip.

Red, Cal and I spent a day relaxing around the pool.  We were
still a bit tired from our trip from Reno. I was becoming  more and
more comfortable with Red.  My Master couldn't be more happy and
attentive. Cal loosened up a little and although he still didn't
understand it, he congratulated me and my Master.   He seemed
sincere. Big Cal was fucking little Steve regularly.  They became an
item.  Little Steve understood exactly what I saw in Booger and let
Cal have it.

"Master Cal, that man's an animal.  I understand perfectly what
Cowboy sees in him.  He's one hell of a sexy, big, rugged looking
man. Have you caught a glimpse of that monster between his legs.
I thought Cowboy walked the way he does because he's a real
cowboy.  I'm beginning to think it's because of Mater Red's cock. 
It's a wonder poor Cowboy can walk at all."

Steve was spending most of his time off with us.  He was a
delight. Steve was intelligent, thoughtful, and funny.  He kept the
three of us laughing most of the afternoon.  Even stoic old Red
laughed at some of Steve's lines.  The third morning we were there
we got a phone call from Harry that the Prince arrived and settled
in his suite. 

He wanted to know if the four of us would have dinner with him
that evening.  Red was talking to Harry and told him about Steve
being with Cal.  Harry laughed and told him Steve was more than
welcome.  Steve had the night off from the restaurant and was
thrilled to go with us.  

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

Meanwhile, the rest of the family arrived at the Yates Ranch
outside of Tucson.  Everyone came out to greet them.  Mrs. Russell
was in tears as she hugged and kissed Beryl, Sam, Big Jim,  Bull
and Charlie. She began to think of them as extended family. She
was wowed by Zack and the handsome Earl Shaw.  

Tim was a little gentleman.  He met the two other members of
the family and instantly fell in love with both.

Dan was thrilled to have their company and they spread the
groaning board of food for the men.  Mrs. Russell cooked up a storm
and had dinner waiting when they got there.

Tim was all questions about where Cowboy was and why he
didn't come with the other men.  He was so proud of his new bike.
He had to  show it off to them. He told them Dan and Cowboy gave
it to him and he was so grateful.  He could all ready ride pretty
well.  He had the shifting down pat but was still having a few
problems Big Beryl and Master Sam would help him with. One
lengthy road trip would take care of that.

The men knew they wouldn't make as good time on the return
trip because new riders have a tendency to lag behind;  however,
they were there to take care of Tim and would see to it he arrived
safely for Mrs. Russell's sake.  According to Dan, Mrs. Russell was
a changed woman since their arrival. She was so worried about
receiving Tim's draft letter.  She wanted to be able to return it
'Moved! No forwarding address.'

Tim came to love all the men who came with the cowboy to the
Yates' Ranch.  He was looking forward to joining these men and
setting out on his own. He did well in high school and made top
grades.  He participated in the school rodeo events and was a
pretty good saddle bronc rider.  Tim became interested in team
roping.  Dan was working with him and he was getting better but he
wasn't to competition level yet.  Tim came out to me and his
mother while I was visiting at the ranch. I thought he might be gay.
He became my shadow around the ranch.  If his mother couldn't
find Tim she asked Dan where I was and knew Tim would probably
be helping me with chores or I'd be teaching him something about
roping.

Mrs. Russell was the one who told me she thought he might be
gay.  She asked me to talk with him so he wasn't afraid to tell her. 
He was her life and all she wanted was for him to be happy.  She
saw the goodness and comradery of our family and wanted that for
her son.  Helping Dan, she practically raised Buck   She loved him
like a son. Buck came out to her but  never his father. She saw the
change in Dan after I came to stay with him.  She knew and was
happy for both of us.

She tried to talk Tim into checking the box on his induction form
stating he was a homosexual. They would simply refuse him as
unfit.  Tim was like most young men.  He didn't want to be labeled
unfit nor have the stigma of homosexual following him for life. It
has nothing to do with being proud or ashamed of being gay.  It has
to do with personal choice. 

He would rather do as thousands of young gay men chose to do.
Just go and get through it. Except two out of three didn't get
through it. They came back in a box.  Assuming statistics don't lie,
there's a good probability twenty out of a hundred of those men
were gay; queer; cock suckers; faggots;---funny thing was, their
blood ran as red as their straight brothers and the VC made no
discrimination as to whether they were killing gay or straight men.

These men were not discriminated against in death.  No one
buried them in a 'gay' cemetery.  No one made the distinction of
'Here lies a 'gay' soldier that died for his country.  No one said,
'Well, we can't bury him there.  We can't have a queer buried next
to a straight man for God sakes.'

The beautiful, haunting, serene, and emotional Vietnam
Memorial doesn't make a distinction as to who was 'gay' and who
was straight.  It would seem that death is the great equalizer of
men.

At the end of their brief lives these gay men were finally
accepted by a warped society as good men who died thinking they
were doing the right thing. Of course we hate them and persecute
them, they suck other men's dicks for cries sake.  We're not about
to allow men like that equal freedoms and protection guarantee
everyman under the constitution.  However, it's okay for them to
die for their country as long as they remain in their closets. That's
really generous of them.   The blacks were treated the same way in
WWII.

Tim would rather take his chances running and hiding than
living with the embarrassment. That was certainly understandable.
Buck, Rowley, Ken and I talked about it and why we hadn't gone
that route.  Many nights, cold, wet, chilled to the bone, hungry, half
sick, we sat huddled together for warmth in that stinking hell hole
and swore to each other we should have checked the damn box. No
embarrassment was so great it could be worse than what we were
suffering. We didn't, because we wanted to do our duty for our
country. What a crock of bullshit.

I thought about that naive young man somewhere in my past
who had to go and do his duty for his country. If I hadn't I wouldn't
have loved the most wonderful man I ever met. Now here I was, not
only advocating Tim avoid the draft, I was actually conspiring
against our government to hide him. 

A hundred and eighty degree turn around.  So be it.  I felt more
like a patriot taking part in that than I ever did going to Nam. It was
only then I understood my Uncle Bud was not being unpatriotic
when he begged me to run away with Booger.  He was right.  We
didn't stop communism in Korea and we sure as hell didn't in Nam.

Mrs. Russell didn't want her only son to become gun fodder for
the North Vietnamese to slaughter. I sure as hell didn't either. My
family knew what Wes and I had gone through and was going to see
to it that Timothy Dalton Russell's name didn't appear on another
casualty list from South East Asia.

Tim was slow to accept the idea of running and hiding, but he
figured if so many people,  he had come to love and admire,  felt
that strongly about hiding him and were going to such trouble,  he'd
better  listen to them.  Maybe they were right. 

At Mrs. Russell's request Wes and I talked to him about Nam. 
We shared some of the things we went through and pulled no
punches with our recounting of our involvement. We encouraged
him to join our family.

They would hide and protect him. Tim was afraid but he knew
he wouldn't be alone.  He was going out into the world with
experienced, older men who would protect and care for him. They
would, in essence, help and support him into manhood. They were
that kind of men.

 However, while Tim was going into this world with caring men
of principals they could be a pretty randy lot.  Personally, I loved
them for that. There were few dull moments with our family.  Tim
was a virgin.  He was only eighteen and never had a sexual
experience in his life.

He asked me but I couldn't.  When I shared that with his mother
she urged me to.  She knew I would be loving, kind and wouldn't
hurt him.  I couldn't because Tim and I were too close to the same
age.  Tim needed to be led by the hand into healthy man-sex by a
more mature man.

Tim was a fine looking, handsome young man.  I explained to
Mrs. Russell,  I didn't think I was emotionally stable enough to
handle the responsibility. It should be considered a great
responsibility for any experienced person who consents to share
love with a young person for their first time. 

Tim loved Big Beryl, Sam, Big Jim, Bull and Charlie but he really
fell in love with Earl Shaw and Zack.  He couldn't do enough for
them.  Neither Master Earl nor Zack was particularly drawn to
younger men but they couldn't help become fond of Tim. He was
courteous, respectful, mannerly and waited on them hand and foot;
not in an obsequious manner but proud to serve these fine looking
men.
 
 They were not shy in front of Tim when they were relaxing in
the pool or spa and Mrs. Russell didn't try to keep him away. She
figured if he was going to be part of the family he may as well be
allowed to socialize with them and learn to be comfortable around
them.

Tim was well mannered and quiet.  He rarely spoke unless
spoken to and mostly looked upon these men as heros.  As I think
of them today, they were heros. He stayed close to Dan as he sort
of accepted him as a surrogate father figure. Dan didn't mind a bit. 
He was proud of Tim and was convinced we were doing the right
thing by helping Mrs. Russell hide him.

There was light hearted talk and joking among the family
members with Dan present as to who would get Tim's cherry. 
Surprisingly, no one wanted the job. These men cared. They knew it
was a big responsibility. Taking a man that young leaves imprinting
on him for the rest of his life and it was a responsibility no man in
our group took lightly. 

It wasn't just a matter of popping Tim's cherry.  He would
undoubtedly fall in love with the first man who took the patience
and spent time teaching him about man-sex.  Dan Yates was more
impressed with this group of men than ever.

I remember the understanding, the time and patience my Uncle
Bud took with me. He trained me well to be a good sexual partner
for him and ultimately any other man who I chose to give myself to. 
I had talked to Tim several times by ourselves and told him how to
clean and prepare himself should a man want to take him.  Tim had
listened well and was ready.  He took his own room in Dan Yates'
house a year earlier so he could have some privacy from his
mother.  It was one of the upstairs rooms with an outside entrance.

Everyone was in the spa that evening and Tim managed to sit
between the two men he had come to adore, Master Zack and
Master Earl. Quietly, but loud enough the other men could hear he
looked at Master Zack and spoke softly.

"Master Zack, Sir?"

"Yes, Son?"

"Would you consider spending the evening with me in my room?"
There was a deadly silence.  Every ear was strained, waiting to
hear Zack's answer. Zack smiled at the young man, put his arm
around him and pulled him closer to him, like he understood his
need.

"I'd be proud to young man, but first you must ask Mr. Yates'
permission and then you must ask your mother's permission.  She
must tell Mr. Yates or me it's all right with her."

"Oh, it's all right with her, Master Zack, you were her first
choice!" 

Every man there almost drowned in the spa they were laughing
so hard.  Dan Yates assured Zack he had both adults blessing as
Dan all ready talked to Tim's mother and Tim was, indeed, telling
him the truth.

"Well then,  young man, how could I say no to such a gracious
invitation to spend the evening with such a fine looking young man? 
I would be honored, Tim."  Master Zack started laughing and
hugged the boy closer. He gently took Tim's hand under the water
and placed it on his dick for Tim to hold, play with and generally
get use to without feeling embarrassed.

The other men gave Zack's action no attention, like it was
expected procedure or the most natural thing he could do. Young
Tim didn't move his hand away for the rest of the evening. He had a
fist full of love and he wasn't about to let go. 

All the men genuinely wished Tim well. There were no snide
remarks or jeers at either Tim or Zack.  Everyman wished only
healthy good wishes for Tim's first time,  telling him he was in the
best of hands and he was in for a memorable, enjoyable evening
with Master Zack.

Everyman there told him they'd be proud and honored to share a
bed with Master Zack.  Dan Yates hugged Tim and told him he 
chose well.  Big Beryl gave Zack a pat on the back and smiled in a
knowing, approving, parental manner.  He knew Zack would be
good, kind and, for the first time, gentle with the boy. 

Zack was a bit apprehensive about the situation but hid it from
Tim.  Besides, he had the family to buffer Tim's falling in love with
him.  Zack was more afraid of himself falling in love with young
Tim.  He was not prepared to take someone that young and never
gave it a thought he might be the one Tim chose.

He was flattered and honored Tim picked him from all these fine
looking men.  He would do his best to see Tim's first time was a
structured but loving experience.  He would have Tim perform some
minor sub tasks and teach him the ritual Master/slave greeting.
Above all he knew he must allow himself to enjoy Tim because
that's something hard to fake in a Master/slave relationship. After
all, the only purpose of a slave is for his Master's enjoyment.

Zack was a wise and giving man.  He understood even that
fundamental he would have to teach young Tim.  His brothers felt
pride as they watched Zack and Tim unhurriedly walk toward the
outside stairs to Tim's room. 

Tim and Zack were engrossed in conversation before Zack
decided it was time for them to leave.  Zack put his arm around
Tim, pulled  him close as they walked.  He listened intently to Tim
and found him intelligent and insightful.  He was enjoying the young
man's perspective on things.

They reached the top of the stairs.  Zack stopped Tim after he
opened the door and pulled him into his arms.  He held him and
looked into the young man's beautiful eyes. Tim blushed and looked
at him unsure but Zack didn't hold him in suspense.

"I appreciate this is your room, your space, we're entering;
however, we have to make a shift here.  When we cross the
threshold, for tonight, you will belong to me. You will be my slave. 
Otherwise, I can't cross the threshold.

If you agree to accept me as your Master for our time together
and agree to be my slave, show your Master your love and give me
a kiss."  Tim looked at the handsome, mature man, blushed again,
then drew himself to his complete height.

"I feel so lucky, honored and proud, Master Zack, to accept you
as my Master and I will gratefully kneel at your boots as your slave
with a glad heart."   Tim moved slowly toward Master Zack and
Zack met Tim to welcomed his kiss. 

That kiss sealed their Master/slave contract for the evening. 
Zack crossed the threshold turned and offered his hand to Tim.  
Tim smiled and followed his Master into the room.  He quietly
closed the door behind them.

What followed for Tim was far more wonderful than he imagined. 
The other men's generous statements about Zack were far below
what he felt for Master Zack after that evening.  He allowed Master
Zack to take complete control and followed his orders as best he
could.  Tim wanted nothing more than to please this ruggedly
handsome man.

Zack surprised himself.  He got into being with Tim and took
him further than he might have imagined.  Tim responded well and
by the time Zack was ready to take him it was so natural it seemed
like a dream to both.   As his Master, Zack was gentle with Tim but
found his young slave responding to him begging him for more. 
Zack didn't hold back.  When they finished and were enjoying the
closeness of each other, Zack complemented the young man.

"You'll make a fine slave for a good Master, Tim.  You followed
and gave your all to please me.  This evening was your right of
passage.  In the morning when you awaken, you'll be a man;
however, as your Master, I retain the right to hold onto and love the
beautiful boy in my arms until the morning light.  Then I'll be the
first to kiss you and  congratulate you on your passage into
manhood.

To this day Tim still runs into his first Master socially.  After
paying homage to his boots and showing Zack his love, Tim never
fails to once again whisper his thanks.  Tim always remembered
how Zack took him for his first time with love, intelligence, and
dignity.
 
* * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Back at the Riviera the four of us knocked on the door to Master
Ben's penthouse suite.  He and Harry met us at the door.  Master
Ben was again dressed in handsome western clothes and embraced
each of us, especially Steve.  He was happy Steve could join us.

"I had a feeling you would like these men, Steve.  I see you've
latched onto one of the finest looking ones."  he joked and
complemented Cal.

"Yes, Master Ben.  Master Cal assures me he's not a Master but
I think of him that way. I enjoy serving him whether it's food or
something else."  Steve giggled.  "He doesn't seem to mind I refer
to him as my Master, Sir."  we all laughed.

"Come,  let's have drinks and dinner. Then, will you gentlemen
be so kind as to take me gambling with you.  Again I would ask,
Master Red, if you and Cowboy would be so kind as to let me cover
your bets.  I have a good feeling about this evening."  Red smiled
and nodded his approval.

"Of course, Ben; although, we don't know how 'on' either of us
will be at the moment but good company usually brings good luck. 
We'll see." 

We enjoyed another wonderful dinner with the Prince and this
time Harry joined us.  Harry was a joy.  He could tell tales about the
wildest situations he'd gotten himself into and  the Prince came to
his rescue.  Sometimes as the Prince and other times as a
disinterested third party.

Master Ben seemed to laugh as hardy as we did at Harry's
exploits.  They seemed to have formed a bond of friendship they
treasured. Steve proved himself a good conversationalist and fit
right into our crowd.  Cal was well mannered and impressed me
with his knowledge of some things we talked about. All in all it was
an enjoyable, successful evening.

Master Ben decided to go gambling with us in his casual
clothes.  When we appeared with him in the casino the head pit
boss greeted the Prince quietly and led us to a private roulette
table.  Master Ben's chips were waiting for him for which he signed
a piece of paper.  He staked each of us a thousand dollars to be
played in any denominations we wished.

I chose fifty cents per chip and so did Cal and Steve.  Red
decided to be a bit bolder and chose one dollar chips.  No one had
to ask what amount Master Ben's chips were worth.

We started out winning and losing.  Master Ben was doing all
right by himself but all of a sudden Steve started calling thirty to
one shots, straight up, and Master Ben asked Steve if he could
cover.  Of course Steve gave his permission for any of us to cover if
we wished.  I didn't but the other three did and were winning
heavily.  

We were having a good time, drinking and laughing.  Master Ben 
was relaxing and enjoying himself. He enjoyed our company. We
were having fun with each other.  A crowd gathered to watch and
out of nowhere a man with a gun appeared and aimed it directly at
Master Ben.

Without thinking I grabbed Master Ben, threw him to the floor
and myself on top of him. Steve threw himself at the gunman as he
pulled the trigger.  Steve slumped to the floor on top of the gunman
and Cal stomped the man's hand with his heavy boot dislodging the
gun. Security men from the casino were there in an instant holding
the gunman for the police who were on their way in the front door.

Harry wanted Master Ben to leave immediately and so did the
hotel security.  He would have none of it. He wanted to see about
Steve and be with him.  Steve took a bullet through his side.  Cal
was stunned not knowing what to do. I was the first one to Steve,
turned him over and took him in my arms.  The blood was gushing
out of his side.  I knew I had to put pressure on the wound or he
was going to quickly bleed to death.

"A shirt! Someone give me their shirt!"  Five men ripped off their
shirts but Master Ben was the first with his.  I didn't question I just
took it, barked at Ben to hold Steve, he took my place and I quickly
shoved Ben's shirt into Steve's wound and gently but firmly held it
in place.  He looked at me and grimaced a little in pain.

"Am I going to die, Cowboy?"  he asked quietly.

"Not on my watch, Sweetheart." I told him strongly, "I got the
flow of blood stopped.  The medics are on their way in the door as
we speak and I got plenty  'O' negative blood to give you when we
get you to a hospital. Just don't go to sleep."

"I'm 'O' negative too, Steve.  You shall have my blood, too,  my
young friend."  said Master Ben.

"Forget your's, Cowboy. I'd rather have the Royal blood. I've
always wanted to be a princess."  Steve's joke made us laugh. He
was a love.  I felt so bad he was in pain and Master Ben felt worse.
The bullet missed any major organs and the local hospital was able
to patch him up just fine;  however, little Steve lost a lot of blood
and was weak.

Master Ben and I gave a pint of blood to Steve.  So did Cal and
Big Beryl. They were both 'O' negative as well. Steve almost bled to
death. If I hadn't shoved Master Ben's shirt into his wound he would
have.  Cal was distressed his little buddy was shot.  He became
very attentive and wouldn't leave Steve's side.  We practically had
to drag Master Ben away as well.

Little Steve and I became instant heros in Vegas. The press
arrived and our faces along with Master Ben, Red and Cal's were
plastered over every newspaper in the U.S. There was a picture of
Master Ben holding Steve with blood all over him and me along side
Ben holding his shirt in Steve's wound waiting for the ambulance to
get there.  I was putting pressure on his wound to slow the
bleeding.

Master Ben was no less impressed I threw myself on top of him
to protect him than he was Steve taking a bullet for him.  He was
beside himself with regret for both of us. He was wowed I knew
enough about emergency medicine to slow the bleeding in Steve's
wound. Master Ben ended up with as much blood on him as I did.

The gunman  turned out to be a member of a fanatical,  right
wing,  Arab, religious group opposed to Master Ben's family rule.
His family immediately sent several of his family to be with him and
to meet the two young American hero's who saved his life.
Unbeknownst to Master Ben, his father, the Sultan of Bahrain was
in Los Angeles and flew immediately to Las Vegas in his private jet
to be with his Son.

By that time, my family in Tucson saw the Newspapers.  Mrs.
Russell brought them in with her to fix breakfast and got everybody
up. Big Beryl read the papers to all as Mrs. Russell fixed breakfast.
The men filled Dan Yates in about Master Ben and the money I sent
him.

They knew Little Steve as he waited on them in the restaurant
and spent the night between Master Zack and Big Cal. They related
how charming and wonderful Steve was to them. They decided to
leave before noon with Tim and return to Las Vegas.  Mrs. Russell
and Dan urged them to. They were concerned and wanted them to
call as soon as they had any news.

Dan called my dad and Uncle Joe to tell them.  It hit the Dallas
Morning News but not the local paper.  Dad picked up a copy of the
Dallas Morning News at the local Newspaper-Magazine Shop.  The
next day the local headlines read; 'Cowboy Saves Sultan Prince's
Life In Vegas.' 'Local Man Billy Gunn III, a Hero.'

Steve was still in the hospital when my family got back to
Vegas.  The doctor's wanted to release him but Master Ben's family
insisted he stay there a couple more days. They paid for everything. 
Steve wanted for nothing.  He merely had to mention something he
wanted and someone got it for him. 

His room looked like a damn garden.  There were flowers
everywhere. There were flowers in the hallway. Steve sent flowers
to the children's ward. People from all over Las Vegas and the
Southwestern United States sent him flowers. People in
Washington D.C. sent him flowers.

The President and first lady sent him flowers.  The governor of
Nevada sent him flowers.   The Hotel sent him flowers. 
Entertainer's and movie stars sent Steve and I flowers.  We could
barely get off the elevator on our floor there were so many flowers
in the hall way. They finally stopped taking flowers to Steve's room
and adorned the lobby of the hospital. 

We each got a letter from the President commending us for our
bravery and quick thinking but for all the 'hoop-la' one thing meant
more to Steve than any other.  Big Cal fell in love with him.  Cal
was so moved and touched by Steve's unselfish action he fell
deeply in love with his little buddy.

What no one knew but Cal, Steve and Red was that Steve threw
himself in front of the gunman with no thought to saving Master
Ben's life,---he did it to protect Cal.  As it turned out he also saved
Master Ben's life.  The three men  didn't say a word and I didn't
either after Master Red told me.

It made sense;  although, in situations like that,  one just
responds without thinking who you're trying to protect. So little
Steve had saved two lives, Cal's and Master Ben's.  He was a brave
little man and deserved the love and attention he got.

Steve was finally released from the hospital and all our family
was there to greet him on his return to the hotel.  He was in a
wheel chair and the entire staff of the hotel turned out for him. 
Master Ben had made arrangements for a private room for him and
Cal near his suite and insisted Steve not worry. To relax, heal,
enjoy himself and our family and all his needs would be seen to.

Harry was promoted from driver to coordinating secretary for
the Prince.  A job Harry was born to do.  He saw to everyone's
comfort. Harry said it was more like being a social director on a
cruse ship with an unlimited budget.

Master Ben brought his three brothers and his father to meet
Steve and I and our family in Steve and Cal's room. Tim was
impressed by the Arabs in their native costumes and was
fascinated with Master Ben.  He thought he was one of the finest
looking men he'd ever seen.

Ben's father, the Sultan, hugged Steve, kissed him and took a
ring from his hand,  with a ruby in it that would choke a camel and
handed it to Steve.  He placed it in his hand and closed Steve's fist
around it. Steve started to protest.  Master Ben looked at him and
shook his head for Steve not to refuse his father's gift.  He must
accept the gift. Steve simply and gently took the old man's hand
and kissed the back of it and placed it against his forehead.  The
old man began to weep at Steve's gesture of thanks and hugged
him again.

Then the Sultan came to me.  I bowed from the waist.  He
grabbed me, hugged me, kissed me on both cheeks, took a ring
from his other hand with an enormous emerald in it,  placed it in my
hand and closed my fist around it.  I followed Steve's example and
gently kissed the back of his hand and placed it against my
forehead.  He again shed tears and hugged me.  He spoke
something in Arabic to Master Ben.

"He wants to know where these men learned to be so humble
and gracious to foreigners. What shall I tell him?"

"The truth works well in most cases, Ben." Big Beryl came to
the rescue. Master Ben spoke to his father in Arabic, his Father's
eyes lit up and he shook his head knowingly.

"He wants to know if you gentlemen would accept some of our
slaves for training?"  Master Ben laughed knowing his father was
making a joke. Then his father was more serious and spoke again
sternly to Master Ben, then said something more gently and hugged
him.

"My father wanted to remind me that it is tradition in our
country and religion if a man saves your life, you owe him your life. 
In effect,  your life becomes his.  Therefore, my life is in Cowboy's
and Steve's hands.  I have become your servant.  Further, my father
has long warned me against making American friends because he
feared the worst for me.  He no longer feels that way and thinks I
have found some worthy men to befriend."  My family applauded
and bowed to the Sultan.

"What Cowboy and Steve don't know is accepting those rings,
they are now associate members of the Royal family of Bahrain. 
They have full Royal privileges and a yearly stipend from the
treasury for the rest of their lives.  But to me, the greatest thing,
Gentleman, Steve and Cowboy, you have become my brothers." 

I went to Master Ben and knelt in front of him before his father,
his brothers, and my family.  I kissed each of his boots and found
his hand waiting. I kissed the back of it and placed it against my
forehead and held it there.

"Rise my brother and show me your love."  I  rose and threw my
arms around his neck and kissed him on each cheek. Master Ben
looked me directly in the eyes.

"That isn't going to get it, Cowboy." he smiled real big and
planted a big one right on my mouth in front of everyone. It
definitely was not a brotherly kiss. I figured he knew what he was
doing so I wasn't about to hold back from my new brother. My
family started applauding and so did the Sultan.  His son's followed
their father's lead.
 
Steve slowly got up from his wheelchair with Cal's help and
performed the same ritual with Master Ben.  There were tears in
everyone's eyes. The Sultan was crying holding Master Ben and
Steve together.  Master Ben's hard looking brothers were even
weeping and holding the two men.  They were impressed by our
acts of humility and graciousness.

The Sultan noticed young Tim and asked about him.  Once again
Master Beryl our family sage told Master Ben to tell him the truth. 
Master Ben did and the old man took off another of his rings and
gave it to Tim.  Closed his hand around it gently, hugged and kissed
the boy on both cheeks. Tim observed what Steve and I did and
followed suit. The old man hugged Tim to himself and said
something to Ben.

"He would love to take him and raise him as his own.  He says
he's so pretty that he should only be for men."  we all laughed.  We
have a saying in our country, "Men are for pleasure, women are for
babies."  There were no arguments from my family.

"Tim,  Master Ben is now your brother." I whispered to Tim.  
Tim went to Master Ben and looked deep into his eyes and then
slowly knelt before him.  He lovingly kissed each of his boots as we
did and found Ben's hand waiting for him.  He lovingly kissed it and
placed it to his forehead to await further orders.

"Arise my brother and show your brother your love."  Tim rose
slowly, threw his arms around Ben's neck and didn't bother with
the cheeks.  Tim kissed him directly on his mouth to the
"Aauuwws" of the assembled crowd.  There was no doubt in
anyone's mind at that moment who would become Tim's Master,
including Ben's father.  The old man couldn't have been happier, he
thought Tim was delightful.

Oh, yes! You're wondering about the family stipend?  Wasn't
much. Only a quarter of a million a year, each.  Steve almost came
unglued at the hinges. It was a tidy sum  to start a new romance.
Young Tim was set for life and as an associate member of the
Royal family of Bahrain, he was no longer subject to the draft.  He
now held dual citizenship as did Steve and I.  We each received a
check within three days from the Bank of Bahrain for two hundred
and fifty thousand dollars. Tim almost fainted.  Steve did.  Cal had
to change his jeans. 

I was able to open an account at the Riviera and I sent my dad a
hundred thousand.  Fifty for my account at home and fifty for him
and Uncle Joe to do with as they pleased. I sent Dan Yates another
check for fifty thousand dollars with a note to put it in our rodeo
account to do with as he pleased.  If he needed it to run the Ranch,
to buy more stock, whatever.  Use the money as he saw fit.

I sent Master Walker another five thousand dollars for any
additional money needed for Leon's Christmas present and to board
and feed Dolly and Madison. He and Xander saw me in the papers
and showed it to Leon.  They were proud and amazed.  I had a
cashier's check made out for ten thousand dollars to Mr. Lester
Thornton and sent it home to my old fishing buddy.

I kept a hundred thousand for Red and me to live on. I knew Red
and I  were going to be traveling and we needed money for living
and bike repairs or even new ones if we chose.  I didn't know were
we were going next but probably to accompany Tim to Los Angeles
to enter training with Master Jeb and Master Jim. I had four checks
left blank so I could make them out to whomever,  where ever we
were.  All I had to do was write my name it the space.

Master Jim took a shine to Tim.  I don't think he was as
interested in Tim sexually as he was in being a mentor for him.  He
began to defer more and more to Big Jim and Master Beryl on all
things.  He looked upon Master Beryl as a God like figure that
wouldn't lie to him nor steer him wrong. He saw Big Jim as a loving
big brother he never had.

Of course, Master Zack became the object of Tim's affections. 
Zack didn't hold back from Tim either but he carefully explained
that their lives were probably going to take different paths.  He
would always love, and cherish the memory of Tim's first night. 
They developed a loving, trusting relationship that exists to this
day. 

Tim sent his mother most of his money.  Tim surprised me. 
When I told him I'd sent Dan Yates fifty thousand to do with as he
pleased, he thought that was a great idea and sent Dan fifty
thousand as well.  He confided in me, he always wanted Dan to be
his dad.
  
Dan Yates was beside himself with the financial wind fall. All
the little things that needed to be done around the ranch he
suddenly had the money to get done.

Mrs. Russell didn't change her life style much. She continued to
take care of the generous man who had seen to her comfort and
her son's well being all these years.  She wasn't about to desert
Dan Yates. I got a letter from Dan sent to Los Angeles. It was there
when we arrived with Tim.  Tim got one, too.

Dearest Cowboy,

What can I write from my heart you don't all ready know.  There
are no words to thank you for your generosity and kindness.  I can
only write the words that may upset you (I don't mean to) but I
must tell you what's in my heart.  I love you.  I miss you and I need
you. 

When Buck and your Uncle Bud told you,  you had to live for four
people and I was one,  I thought, "Yes, I need him to help me heal." 
However, after staying with me last summer,  I now know what
they meant. 

I do need you, Son. You're doing what you have to do, I know
now.  Buck came to me and I understand.  I'm proud of you, Son. 
Your dad is so proud of you he floats six inches off the floor when
anyone speaks your name. Your Uncle Joe, too.  And Lester,---well
let's just say he would nominate you for sainthood if he could.

I know you'll return to me so I won't burden you by asking when. 
Promise me in your heart, when the time is right,  you'll come to me
as fast as safety will allow.  I won't write again as I don't want to
pressure you nor put you in an awkward position. 

 Go with God,  and know we're both being watched over by a
pretty fierce bunch of cowboys. We're the lucky ones. Pity our poor
Father who has to ride herd on them.  Keep your good heart strong
for me,

All my love,

Dan 

I asked Master Beryl if he would keep Dan's letter for safe
keeping so my Master wouldn't see it.  I didn't want there to
become a contest between the two men for my love.  I loved them
both and knew I had to be with Booger at the moment. Things
began to settle down.  We spent the rest of the week there in Las
Vegas.  We saw quite a lot of Master Ben. His brothers left but his
father stayed on for several days. His father was a wonderful man
and got to know our family better.  We were respectful of his
position and showed him the proper courtesy his status demanded.

Young Tim spent a lot of time with Master Ben.  The Sultan
couldn't have been happier.  He had two son's instead of one to
love and he thought Tim was one of the finest young men he'd ever
met.  Tim started picking up Arabic and sat for hours at a time
learning the language from the old man.

Tim discovered he had a natural penchant for languages. It was
decided Tim was to go to Los Angeles with our family and enter
slave training to become Master Ben's personal property.  Master
Ben's new little brother was to become his slave. Then he was to
enter U.S.C. in Foreign Affairs Studies.  He was going to study
Middle Eastern Culture and Arabic. He would live with Master Jeb
and Jim while attending school.

Master Ben also sent to Bahrain for his favorite slave Keshan to
go through slave training with Master Jeb and Jim as soon as Tim 
finished and was inducted into the Mc Innis Clan.  He was going to
make the same arrangements for Keshan to attend U.S.C. to
become a Doctor. He, too, would live with Master Jeb and Jim
while he attended school.  

Tim and Keshan became good friends and supported each
other's school work.  Keshan helped Tim with his Arabic and
cultural studies and Tim helped Keshan with his English.  They
spent many hours together discussing and practicing the two
languages.

After two years of college and study, Master Ben and his two
slaves returned to Bahrain for a holiday and rest period. Master
Ben's father, the Sultan, was overjoyed at the progress of the two
men and was so impressed by Tim's fluency in the language he
personally took the three men everywhere in the country. The
Sultan had big plans for young Tim. 

Naturally, Master Ben and Tim visited Tucson many times.  Mrs.
Russell fell in love with Master Ben.  Even Dan was impressed with
the love Ben had for Tim.  Tim became his reason for living.  Tim
worked hard in school and every accomplishment Master Ben raved
about and shared with Dan and Mrs. Russell.

Mrs. Russell found herself with more money than she knew what
to do with.  She bought a new double wide trailer she put on the
back of Dan's place.  She wasn't about to abandon him.  For all her
money she still cooked, washed his clothes, and kept his house.

Dan wasn't shy about using some of the money I sent him
regularly.  He made significant improvements in the property and
even bought an adjacent ranch that had been abandoned and was
being sold for back taxes.  His ranch became the single largest
working ranch in Arizona. 

Booger and I escorted Tim back to Los Angeles with Master
Earl, Zack, Beryl, Big Jim, Bull and Charlie.  Cal stayed on in Vegas
with Steve.  Little Steve went back to his apartment with Cal.  They
stayed there for a little while; long enough for Steve to buy and
learn to ride a bike and they, too, came to Los Angeles. 

Cal wanted Steve to go through slave training.  Steve couldn't
wait. He would do anything for Cal and proved it.  It was one of the
most solid bondings between Master and slave our family ever
witnessed. At Steve's ceremony of acceptance into slavery and
induction into the clan, not only Master Ben but his father, the
Sultan of Bahrain, came to witness little Steve become a slave. The
old man was moved to tears by the ceremony.  He hugged and
kissed Steve and wished him and Cal his best. Cal and Steve were 
inducted into the Clan.

Master Ben grew closer to the family and was in constant
contact with all of us.  He seemed to revel in any visit when we
could spare the time to come his way. He treated us like visiting
royalty.  He always put us up, paid for everything, wined and dined
us until we became so embarrassed we went home.

The desk clerk was now our best friend.  It was Mr. Gunn, Mr.
Mc Inns, Mr. Red on and on.

"Are you comfortable in your rooms?  Can we get you anything? 
Room service?  We have a special team for your floor.  Just pick up
the phone and let me know what you need." he'd gush.  He was
paid handsomely in gratuities. 

   Beryl and I couldn't wait to get away with our family and make
funny comments about the desk clerk.  He and I inspired each
other's wickedness and Beryl could be enormously funny.
  
Master Ben made many trips to Los Angeles and stayed with
Master Jeb and Jim.  Ben said he was more comfortable staying
with them than he was in a guarded hotel in Las Vegas.  He could
be himself with his two slaves and not have to put on airs. When he
came for a visit the entire family turned out to pay their respects
and party at Jeb and Jim's. He was treated with respect but just
like any other family member.

Tim secretly contacted the Sultan, knowing he would be in Los
Angeles on a certain date and told him our clan would like to induct
Master Ben into our family.  It was a big surprise for Master Ben
when everyone came and he was inducted as an official family
member into the Clan Mc Innis. When his father appeared to give
his blessing Master Ben became emotional.
 
The old man was learning more and more English from Tim and
Keshan.  They were patient with him and he loved their company. 
They were polite and courteous with the Sultan which further
endeared them to him.  They became more than his son's
consorts/slaves they became his beloved companions. One or the
other was always by the Sultan's side, translating for him or
interpreting meanings of words.

Tim became fiercely loyal to Master Ben, the Sultan and the
Arab cause. Even though he was born and raised American none of
the Sultan's sons dared question his loyalty to his two Masters. 
Hell, Tim slept with the Sultan most of the time. 

Especially when the Sultan wasn't taking care of his modest
harem of thirty wives.  Tim offered himself to the Sultan but the old
man never took advantage of Tim. He held him in his arms and
kissed him gently but would always turn over and go to sleep.

 One evening in conversation, Master Ben laughed and shared
with our family if he wanted his father to do something, he gave up
a  long time ago trying to convince him himself.  He simply told Tim
or Keshan what he wanted and they got the old man to do it.

Tim loved the Sultan like a grandfather and Keshan saw him as
a God.  Perhaps, that's why the old man came to prefer Tim
because even though Tim worshiped the Sultan and loved him
dearly,  Tim treated him like an honored friend and could laugh and
joke with him.  Tim could get away with some of the most wicked
jokes not even Master Ben dared.

Tim would have the sedate, stoic old man in stitches laughing at
something Tim told him in jest.  Ben said he'd never seen his father
express so much joy, happiness and laughter as when Tim was with
him. Tim could do no wrong in the eyes of the Sultan and Tim never
tried to take advantage of his closeness.

The slave training Master Jeb and Jim provided left an indelible
imprint on Tim's brain he was first and foremost a slave for the use
of the men who owned him.  No matter how good they treated him
he would always need to be their possession.  In fact, Tim gave
himself to the Sultan in an official document he had drawn up, with
Master Ben's permission. It was written in English and Arabic and
clearly stated Tim was to be not only Master Ben's slave but the
Sultan's as well.  However, he still remained a slave within the
family Clan Mc Innis.

The Sultan was deeply touched by Tim's decision and for the
first time took him to his bed and allowed the young man to
pleasure him.  He, too, like his son,  fell deeply in love with Tim.  He 
always said Tim was so pretty he should only be for men. Tim was
the only person other than Master Ben the Sultan allowed to
address him as 'Honored Father.'

Booger and I left Los Angeles and were going on our own to get
away from everything.  We were together a little over a year at that
time and we hooked up with a group of quasi-outlaw bikers called
the Hot Dawgs who roamed the Southwest. 

They were a nefarious lot who would sell their grandmother into
prostitution for a bag of 'go fast.' However, there was some damn
good looking men who rode with them and not all of them were
bad. There was one big biker name Spider with the body of a pro
football player who was a mean son of a bitch.  He  had the
sweetest man for a slave.  The kid was named Mutt because he
was so ugly he looked like a mutt.  I liked Mutt. He was pleasant,
well met, intelligent and loyal.  What more could you want in a dog
faced boy?

Mutt fell in love with Spider and let him talk him into becoming
his slave.  He tried his best to please and pleasure Spider but the
man wouldn't be pleased with anything Mutt did for him.  Spider
was mean spirited and a nasty drunk.  He beat Mutt up regularly; 
not just a little either; head bashing, bone breaking shit. 

When Spider took his first drink on a Friday afternoon everyone
in camp knew Mutt was gonna' get beaten up that night.  He
couldn't do anything right enough to please a drunken Spider.  He
never fought back even though Spider taunted him.  Mutt knew a
good slave would never raise a hand to his Master.  Mutt would
later apologize for Spider and make lame excuses for his Master.

Everyone in camp loved Mutt but damn few liked Spider. There
were rumors Spider killed three people point blank in cold blood. 
There were witness from several families. They were threatened by
Spider if they said anything he'd find them and kill them.  He meant
it, too.  They were scared to death of him and justifiably so.

Red liked Mutt and would often ask Mutt to join us for dinner if
Spider wasn't around.  Another handsome man rode with the Hot
Dawgs who  was one of the good looking men I met at the Johnson
ranch before I went to boot camp.   He was Harlen Boone or Harley,
everyone called him.  One evening Mutt was sitting with the three
of us, me,  Red, and Harley.  We saw Spider ride back into camp. 
Mutt ran to their tent so he could be there if his Master needed 
him.

Spider was drunker than a lord, yelling all sorts of vile things
and making outrageous accusations about Mutt. Mutt loved Spider
with all his heart. Spider was the only man to show him attention
when he first came around the group.  He used Mutt and not in a
good way.  He would abuse him, make fun of him, and laugh at him
behind his back.  Spider would call him 'Jo-jo the dog face boy.'

Spider started beating Mutt pretty bad.  It got worse until you
couldn't even hear Mutt respond to Spiders blows.  Finally, Harley
looked at Red and I with a mean disgusted look on his face. 

"I've had just about enough of this shit!" Harley got up and
started toward  Spider's tent.  

"Lead the way, Brother, we're right behind you."  Red jumped up
and was right behind Harley. 

"Amen,  Brother. We got 'chur back." I added as I jumped up and
followed.

We couldn't have arrived at a better time, Spider picked up a
tire iron someplace and was about to bring it down across Mutt's
skull when Harley reached up and grabbed it out of his hand.

"You've done enough wailing on that kid for one evening, you
cowardly son of a bitch."  Harley told him.

"That's fine, I'd just as soon mess up your pretty face,  cock
sucker."  Spider pulled back to take a big haymaker at Harley. 
Harley ducked and took out one of Spider's knees with the tire iron.
It only enraged Spider and he got up and lunged at Harley.  Red put
his boot out and tripped Spider and Harley took Spider's other knee
out.  Spider was hurting but he was also drunk and didn't know
when to give up.  He made one more lunge at Harley and I tripped
him.  Harley brought the tire iron down across his head, just hard
enough to turn his lights off.  Spider was out.

We rushed in to Mutt who was strangling in his own blood.  I
made him open his mouth and hit him sharply on the back a couple
of times and he spit out a combination of fluids and blood from him
lungs.  He was hurt pretty badly.  Numerous bones in his face and
jaw were broken.  His left arm was broken in two places.  His right
leg was broken. 

There were several broken ribs.  Not just fractured, completely
broken. One was about to puncture his lung.  He suffered major
trauma to his skull.  He was bleeding out his broken nose and from
three or four teeth Spider knocked out of his mouth.  He was mess. 
He looked like a locomotive had run into him coming down a steep
grade. 

We were camped in a camping area in Desert Hot Springs. It
was agreed we had to get Mutt to a hospital or Doctor and then
take care of his bike.

"If we let him be, Spider will kill him when he comes around.  
He'll do him in out of rage because we stood up for him." said
Harley.  "If we take him to a local hospital, Spider will find him and
who knows what will happen.  We have to hide Mutt until we can
get him under the protection of our family."  Red and I agreed.

"I know where we can take him and then hide him tell he can
travel."  I volunteered.

"Where's that, Son?"  Red asked.

"Bob Ducey and his slave have their camper.  If we could talk
them into carrying Mutt to the hospital in Yucca Valley which is
only thirty minutes from here, we could get his slave Lyle to ride
Mutt's bike to the hospital.  We can call our family member in
Joshua Tree, go pick him up and he'll ride Mutt's bike to his place
to store it for him.  Then when Mutt gets patched up, I'm sure
Master Zack will help us and let Mutt recuperate at his place."

"I agree, sounds like a good plan, Son."  said Master Red.

"Yeah, thanks Cowboy.  I forgot about Zack's place.  I haven't
been there in so long. Zack's a good man."  added Harley.

Master Ducey and his slave Lyle were more than willing to help. 
They both loved Mutt and hated Spider.  They weren't afraid to get
involved.  I didn't think Mutt would be in the hospital long and the
sooner we got him to Zack's the better.   I called Master Zack.

"Master Zack, this is Cowboy calling.  How are you?'

"I'm fine, Son, how the hell are you and your Master?  It's good
to hear your voice again."

"Thank's Master Zack, I appreciate that, Sir.  I hate to call just
'cause we need your help but I know the kind of man you are and
I'm not afraid to ask."

"Well, Cowboy, you and Red above all people should know all
you have to do is give me a call.  What can I help you with?"   I
briefly outlined what happened to Master Zack and he said he'd be
right to the hospital. He, too, was fond of Mutt.  I didn't try to stop
him because Master Ducey and Lyle wanted to help as much as
they could and were willing to have Lyle ride Mutt's Harley to
Master Zack's.

Master Zack joined us and almost threw up when he saw his
friend in such a terrible shape.  Mutt was patched up and released
that evening with specific instructions to me about his care.  He
was doped up pretty heavily and they gave us further pain
medication.  They told us to bring him back in five days if there
were no complications and sooner if there was.

Master Red, Master Ducey, Harley, Lyle and I stayed a couple of
days taking care of Mutt and talking to him. He was miserable but
not from the pain.  He was upset he wasn't with his Master taking
care of him. My Master had a way of bringing the light of day into a
dark room.

"Mutt, your Master tried to kill you, Son, and if it hadn't been for
Harley and Cowboy here you wouldn't be here now.  You would be
one dead motherfucker, and you talk about leaving to go to him?  I
don't think so young man. There comes a time when your friends
have to step in and protect you from him and yourself. 

Stop moaning and groaning about Spider.  We don't want to hear
it.  You ain't going back to him and you can call us any name you
want to, we don't give a shit.  You need our help right now whether
you realize it or not."

Red walked over to Zack and talked in a low voice to him.  Zack
nodded his head and said he'd return in a minute.  He returned with
a leg iron and padlock with a six foot length of heavy chain.  Before
he knew what was happening, Master Zack and Red had the leg
iron on Mutt's ankle and padlocked shut with the first link of the
chain.  Then they looped it around the frame of the hospital bed
they rented for Mutt and locked it to the frame.  They knew if he
could, he was so obsessed with returning to his Master he would
try to escape.  They weren't going to let that happen.

 * * * * * * * * * * 

I had grown closer to Master Red,  and had no problem calling
him my Master and being his slave.  Red and I talked and I didn't
like the idea of being farmed out to another biker for their pleasure. 
I only wanted him and felt I was the only person he wanted as well. 
Besides, I hadn't been though slave training or imprinting.  I was
young and still had my own ideas of what relationships should be.  I
wanted Red to be my Master. I wanted to be his slave, but I was so
in love with Red I didn't want to share him.  He gave me everything
I needed.  I didn't want to be loaned out.

I realize now I was wrong, but I was much younger then. If I
wanted to be his slave I should have done as I was told and never
questioned him.  I was young, untrained, idealistic, headstrong  and
stubborn. I didn't want to share Red and after he gave me to Master
Ben I realized I didn't want Red to give me to anyone else.  I
became so addicted to animal sex with a demanding, controlling
Master, the thought of any other kind of sex I couldn't imagine. 

There was a single slave named T-bo who rode alone and was
traveling with the Hot Dawgs.  I didn't like T-bo from the beginning. 
He was a lecherous little man who was always causing trouble and
stirring up shit. He made unfunny little sexual innuendos about
anything you were talking about in normal conversation.

Then he'd laugh this strange little nauseous life that sounded
like Bevis & Butthead.  He was effeminate and loud with no
manners or feelings for anyone who found themselves on the
opposite end of his vicious tongue. The worst part was he wasn't
even cleverly vicious.  He had a rat like little face and enough rings
in his nose and ears to hang a shower curtain.

I knew he had the hots for Booger from the first.  Not because
he thought Red was a good looking man but because I had him.  If
someone as good looking as Cowboy (his thoughts) had Red for a
Master then Red must have something pretty special or he wouldn't
have a slave that good looking.  T-bo wanted anything he could get
his hands on by hook or crook and was brazen enough to admit it. 

Red did have something special but T-bo was incapable of
understanding it. I found out later, because we always seemed to
have money,  T-bo thought Red was the one with the money and  he
was buying my affections as his slave.  T-bo set about to have Red
for his own. He made no bones about it.

He was going to get Red to dump me and take him on as a
slave.  He told everyone in the camp including me. He made several
comments about having lost his Master in a bad bike accident and
he was looking for another good Master to serve; preferably one
with lots of money.  For the most part Red seemed to ignore him.

Some of the men, as in any biker gang, were good looking men. 
One in particular was really hot. He looked like a movie star, a
young Errol Flynn. His name was Blaine and he was an ex-GI like
me and had been to Nam.  He'd been wounded, captured and
managed to escape with the help of the same corpsman that
helped Wes get back to safety.  Wes was in Blaine's platoon. 
Blaine was an officer.  Wes was a grunt like me.  Blaine was a
womanizer but would fuck anything that held still long enough.

He and I struck up a friendship.  That's all it was, a friendship
but Red got it in his head Blaine wanted me. Blaine had no idea
what Red was talking about when we discussed it in private.  He
said he wouldn't mind going with me but the thought hadn't crossed
his mind.  I liked him.  He was a bit of a braggart but I thought he
was totally straight and telling me the truth.  

One evening Booger decided to give me to Blaine.  While I
thought Blaine was a exceptionally good looking man I didn't care
to pleasure him and told my Master the same thing. I didn't want to
go with him. I begged Red not to order me to do it.  I only wanted
him and I reminded him of Cal and how proud he was of me to
ignore Cal's advances and only want him.

He knew how I felt. I didn't want to be farmed out especially to
someone I wasn't interested in, other than friendship.  Red got
angry, started yelling and screaming, telling me I was his slave and
I damn well would carry out his order.  Again he ordered me to go
with Blaine.

Poor Blaine just shrugged his shoulders and motioned for me to
come on. I went with Blaine to settle Red down knowing what
would happen. Blaine and I would talk for a while, maybe have a
beer, and we'd both lie to Booger about great sex.

Well, that's not what happened.  Blaine confided to me he'd
always wanted to suck a guy off to see what it was like. Since we
liked each other he knew I would keep my mouth shut,  would I let
him try?

"Hell, yes, Blaine.  Get on it.  No Master/slave shit just get on it
and see if you like it."  With a few tips from me Blaine got pretty
damn good and really got into pleasuring me.  He got me off in no
time.  He wasn't too shabby for his first blow job. He didn't spit any
out either.  He said it wasn't bad and thought he could get use to it. 
Then I sucked him off.  It took me no time to get him off.  He said
no woman ever sucked him that good. I was beginning to wonder
about Blaine.

I returned to our tent, opened the flap and there was Red with
his dick in T-bo fucking him for all he was worth.  He had set the
whole thing up so he could have time alone to fuck T-bo.  I was
stunned and hurt.  Why?  I don't know.  I was young;  twenty-two
years old.

I didn't necessarily believe in monogamy but needed the
closeness and security a one on one relationship could provide at
that time.  I was still healing from Nam.  Red understood that.  I
had talked to him many times and thanked him for his
understanding.  I was emotionally raw and still experiencing major
flashbacks.

Maybe, I just expected more from Red than to order me to have
sex with someone I wasn't interested in so he could fuck a piece of
shit.  That's what I thought of T-bo; a piece of shit.  I certainly had
more respect for myself and wouldn't put up with that kind of crap
from anyone.  Master or not.  I never lied to Red.  I expected him to
be honest with me.

The thought of having sex with Red after he had his dick in T-bo
repulsed me.  I had to get away.  I gathered my few belongings and
threw them on my bike as T-bo exited our tent sneering like he'd
really put one over on me and his plan to get rid of me was working
just fine. Red came running out of the tent pulling up his pants.

"Wait a minute, Cowboy, you don't understand, let me explain."

"Explain what, Red?  There's nothing to explain. You want T-bo? 
You got him. He's your slave now. I'm out a' here, Red, 'cause I sure
as hell ain't gonna' be no man's slave that fucks a piece of shit like
that. You think you're gonna' stick your dick in me after having it in
that pig you're crazier than the other bikers tell me you are."  Red
raised his arm to back hand me.

"Go ahead, Red. Seal the deal. Make me hate you as well as
leave you." he lowered his hand.

"Where the hell do you think your going, Cowboy?  Damn it,
you're my slave. You always will be."

"First of all, Red, I'm not thinking about where I'm going. Even if
I knew I wouldn't tell you. Furthermore, you can't have me and T-bo
for a slave. You want him?  Let him be your fuck'n slave.  He's
made it clear from the start he was gonna' have you for a Master
and push me out of the picture. The worst part is, you went along
with him; you allowed him to do it.

So,  Bobby-Buck,  he won. I ain't your slave no more. I'm out of
the picture. You got yourself a new slave.  Hope you don't get tired
of him squealing like a pig when you fuck him.  You're gonna' get
awfully tired of living on a steady diet of 'oinker.'   I have other
people who want me and need me a damn sight more'n you seem
to."  With that I cranked my bike and rode away, so angry and hurt, 
tears were streaming down my face.

We were somewhere outside of Marfa, Texas and I headed for
the boarder. I traveled North to Ft. Stockton to a small out of the
way motel that Master Beryl and I stayed in on the way to Tucson. 
I knew it had individual cabins. I could park my bike around behind
the cabin in a small patio area, unseen by traffic.  I was tired and
angry.  I didn't even bother to clean up. I threw myself across the
bed and cried myself to sleep.

I don't know how long I slept but it was late night.  There came
a knock on the door. I went to the door expecting the manager or
anyone but Booger.  There stood Red with his hat in his hand like a
school boy who did something bad.  He was the last person I
expected and I was shocked when I saw him standing there.

"Well, you found me. Now go away. I don't want you no more."

"Don't do this, Cowboy.  I'm sorry.  I apologize.  I know you're
hurt and angry. Let it go, it won't happen again."

"I don't have nothing to say to you, Red. Go back to T-bo.  He'll
make you a good slave. I could understand you wanting to fuck a
better looking man than me, Red, but T-bo?  That's not only a move
down the ladder, it's an insult to me.  A slap in the face.  A real
wake up call, Red. Now, hit the road and go back to your new slave. 
The two of you deserve each other."

"You don't mean that, you love me and you know it; otherwise,
you wouldn't be hurting so bad right now.  I don't want T-bo for a
slave.  I want you for my slave."

"I'm sorry, Red, I had a hard time calling you 'Master' to begin
with because of all the shit I went through in Nam. Now, I'm not
sure if I ever could again.  Not after what happened. You cashed in
all the trust I had in you and shoved it up T-bo's butt. 

I hope he was a good fuck; hope he was worth what you paid for
it.  'Cause your trust account with me has a zero balance, in fact,
your overdrawn at the moment.  Don't think I could ever trust you
again, Red, and without trust, I ain't calling no son of a bitch
'Master!'  No other Master in our family would treat their slave that
way and you know it, Red. Get out of here old man. I'll say it again,
I don't want you no more.

"Look Cowboy, I'm tired.  It took me half the night to find you
and I'm not gonna' let you go until we get this settled.  Let me
come in and rest."

"You want it settled, old man, no problem.  Help yourself, the
room's paid for."  I let him come in and started getting my shit
together.

"What are you doing, Cowboy?"

"You can stay here, Red. Take your clothes off, lay down, rest.
You want this settled, I'm settling it. I'm moving on, I don't want to
stay with you no more."

"Okay! Okay,  I did wrong.  I admit it, Goddamn it! Gimme' a
break, Cowboy. I never thought it would upset you this much. I
realize I was wrong. I can see how much it hurt you, but I never
meant to hurt you.  I just didn't think you'd care.  Stay with me, it
won't happen again, I promise.  I'm not gonna' let you go, Billy,  I
love you too damn much. I need you, Billy."  I continued to get my
stuff together.

"You didn't think I'd care, old man?  You didn't think I'd care?  I
begged your ass not to make me go with Blaine 'cause I only
wanted you and you swore and be-damned over a year ago if I'd be
your slave you didn't want nobody else either. You don't love
someone when you force them to go with someone they're not the
least interested in so's you can fuck a pig.  How would you like it if
I'd lied to you, sneaked off behind your back to have Cal fuck me.
Do you think you'd put up with that for a minute?  Huh?  Fuck no,
you wouldn't. 

I didn't do that to you and I sure as hell could have.   Cal wasn't
even a pig.  He was a damn good looking man.  You knew I wasn't
interested in Blaine.  As far as I'm concerned, your promise is just
another lie, Red.  Hell, you promised me from the start you only
wanted me. You lied to me about that.  What else are you gonna' lie
to me about?  'Sides, Red, to stay I'd have to trust your promise
that it won't happen again.  I all ready told you you're overdrawn on
your account.  I ain't gonna' trust you no more.

"You went with Ben. I didn't hear you protest." Red retorted.

"That's a lie.  I did protest afterward and you agreed for my sake
not to do it again.  You lied about that, too.  While we're on the
subject let me see your check for thirty thousand dollars from T-bo,
Red. Besides, it was your idea. If it bothered you, you didn't have to
play Santa Clause and give me to Ben, you could have said
something about it before now and you haven't.  So that's a moot
point." I started to leave and Red moved in front of the door.

"I'm ain't letting you walk out on me again, Cowboy.  This isn't a
request, it's an order.  Now settle down, take your clothes off. 
Let's go to bed."

"Fuck you, Red!  The idea of sleeping in the same bed with you
disgusts me. You smell like you been fucking a pig."  With that he
backhanded me hard across the mouth sending me half way across
the room.  To his amazement I laughed, got up and wiped the blood
away from my face still laughing at him.

"Is this the way you want it, Red?  Having to beat me up to get
it, 'cause that's what you're gonna' have to do.  Now, move out of
the way of the door, old man, or I'm gonna' take you out."  I said in
a very controlled, low, quiet voice.

Red knew I was deadly serious and would try my damnedest to
take him out if he didn't move.  For an instant I saw doubt cross
Red's face as to whether I  might be able to.  He suddenly realized,
I could. Then doubt changed to fear and fear changed to frustration
and rage.

He moved toward me to hit me again and I moved out of the
way.  He lost his balance, stumbled and fell on his face.  I picked
up my shit and walked out. Red stood in the doorway watching as I
rode away into the night.




End of Chapter 10~ Booger Red & Cowboy
Copyright 2003 Waddie Greywolf