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THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf



CHAPTER 27 ~ DESERT PSALMS

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



Part I ~ Lord Of The Rings

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

"What, Beau?"

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

"Yes." he said resigned.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"What?" I asked.

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

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

"Look at those tits." cried Blaine. "Enough to die for."

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

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

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

A couple of late arrivals entered the gates. A big bear of a man and
his slave on matched choppers. The bear was completely tattooed from his
neck down. There was not an inch of his body that didn't have a tattoo on
it except, above the neck, below the ankles, and past the wrist. He left
his feet, hands and head tattoo free.

Why? It was anyone's guess but his slave assured me he had a reason.
His dick and balls were tattooed. Even his ass hole was completely covered
with tattoos. He had most of the hair removed from his bear like body to
display himself as a living work of art.

He wasn't a good looking man but in his leathers, with all those
tattoos, plus he had rings everywhere made him one hell of a sexy man. He
had an enormous bone through his nose that made him look like a mean
savage. He could be when he wanted to be but most of the time had the soul
and sweet personality of a choir boy.

He and his slave were from Palm Springs and were being considered by the
family for membership. They ultimately did become two of the finest
members of the family. He was called the Ring Master and his Tattoo and
Piercing Shop in Palm Springs was appropriately called, "Lord Of The
Rings."

His slave's name was Trent. His slave was a bit younger, shorter, more
stocky, but built like a fire plug. His Master tattooed him and ringed him
on most of his body. He has so many rings you could hang a shower curtain
from his head alone. The Ring Master was his unquestioned Master. His
slave wouldn't dare question it.

Why should he? Trent was in charge. He did all the scheduling and most
of the set up for his Master to work and catered to him like he was a God.
It was obvious to everyone that Trent was a take charge kind a guy. If you
wanted something of the Ring Master you went to Trent.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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


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

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

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

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

"Not a bit, Sir."

"Then why the tears, slave?"

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

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

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

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

"The Master who owns me."

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

"Are you ready, slave?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

"Do you feel that, slave?"

"Feel what, Sir?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Faintly, reds, purples and golds."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Static electricity? Yeah, I felt it."

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

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

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

"Sure, I can blow fire way."

"You can what?" Master Jeb asked Will.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Why's that, Sprout?"

"They'll be back together. "

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Part II ~ A Man For All Seasons

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

"Something on your mind, Brother Zack?'

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

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

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

"Shoot friend, you know we love you."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I love you, Master."

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

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

"You're right, Sweetheart."

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



Part III ~ Joshua Cochran, A Balm in Gilliad



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

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

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

"Are you kidding, Master?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Please, Dungeon Master, be my guest."



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

"You guy's feel that?"

"Feel what?" We asked Josh.

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you serious, Will?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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







Part IV ~ Whither Thou Goest



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Master Bull?"

"Yeah, slave?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Charlie would bark at Bull like a big junk yard dog. Bull would laugh,
grab Charlie and force his big dick up his butt just for pay backs. Some
pay backs, Charlie loved it. Some of the best sex he got from Bull were
those good, hard, dry ass fuckings.

His ass would be sore for two days afterward but he'd smile every time
it hurt. He'd laugh and think about what Beau tolded him in the sling that
afternoon: "It'll hurt so good."

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

"Yes, Master."

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

"I'm sure, Master."

"Well, tell me now if you have the slightest doubt, 'cause that's the
way it's gonna' be if you go through it tomor

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Thursday, July 29, 2004

 

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Monday, July 26, 2004

 

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The Story Titles, etc.

What is JZL? Jeff Zephyr's Life, or the My (Sex) Life Story. Putting
it in every post makes the titles too long, and if you read many of them
you'd get the idea of what it was anyway.

So, what do the titles mean:

JZL1101A-SummertimeandShows{Jeff Zephyr}(bg exhib, b-solo)

JZL, followed by a number for the year, then, the part number. The
title follows, my name (just has to be there), then the story part codes.
The year is put around the school year, which starts in August or
September, not around my chronological years, as that fits the tempo of my
life better. This story is:

Year 11, 1st Chapter (01), First posting part (A). Not all chapters
will be split for posting into A, B, C, etc, sections. I dislike having
any chapter be much larger than 30k, as it makes it harder to finish each
one in a quick reading (and may have problems propogating through some news
servers).

Parts up to year 10 are only one or two per year. Not even that,
actually -- I cover a couple years at a time for the earliest parts. There
are no other parts in that section, nor are their likely to be any.

Part 0 for each year covers what goes on in that period, an overview. A
place for me to comment about how I feel about the things that happened,
rather than inside the story, as well as a way to warn readers of things
they might not want to look at, if it bothers them.

Year Zero for the entire series is my introductions and notes. That, so
far, is one part. JZL0000 Introduction to Jeff Zephyr's (Sex) Life Story
(nosex) is this document, explaining what I'm trying to do, and why.

Parts aren't in strict chronological order within a year. Not much
point in that, when it is hard to tell which things came first, and also
since I wrote around relationships, and many times had parallel ones. That
gives me room to add new chapters in a given year, as well, without
worrying about fitting them in lace.

--

Writing about the distant past is like making a bed with the cat around.
No matter how hard you try, the cat always ends up under the covers when
the bed is made. OK, you could lock the cat away someplace, but that
defeats the whole purpose in having cats around.

In the story case, the cat is reminiscences, the inability to talk about
the past without some reference to future events, and how you think about
the stuff that happened, now as well as how you felt in the past. I try to
keep each story centered in the viewpoint of the past, but I'm unwilling,
and possibly unable, to keep other thoughts out of the tale.

Having sex with lots of partners was easy. Just be available, and say
yes a lot. Except for a brief period in my 15th year, when my girlfriend
was competing with me, I didn't "keep score," counting how many people I
did it with, or how often. Nor do I feel like counting up those I've
written about. I may have forgotten a few, but the numbers aren't
relevant.

I've read that sexual promiscuity is related to low self-esteem. God
knows that is a possible link, but what teen is supremely self-confident?

On the negatives, I had parents who fought often, were repressive and
restrictive of our choices, drank a lot, and were hard to please. Straight
A grades didn't impress them much at home, or for very long. They were
proud enough of our accomplishments in front of friends, but less so to us.
Any problems they had with us were strongly criticized or punished, and any
rewards were light and capricious, often not even a "Thank you" or "Great
job!"

But I'm not trying to write "How I hated my parents, and that ruined my
life." I don't know that my situation was much different than many teens,
so I'll leave this part here.

I don't know if I was good looking. Those who loved me told me so, but
I didn't believe them. At least, I never let my ego get carried away,
thinking that I was "all that." I've met others, who I thought were very
attractive, and ran into the same "No, stop saying that, I'm not cute,"
kind of response.

I was pretty athletic for a "nerd." I wore glasses, was into science,
math, music, and computers, and I was shy. With time, I got pretty good at
pretending not to be shy, but inside I always felt that it was pretense,
and was always nervous around new people.

On the dick size things, the actual size probably doesn't matter much.
We had a discussion on ASSD about that, and without measuring it again, I
can say that it falls within the average size range -- it doesn't stick out
far from the toilet paper roll(a test for average size when hard is to put
it inside one) very far, or break it ;-)

When I was twelve, my size was good for that age. And it got hard
easily. I'd been masturbating for over a year to climax, and that exercise
may have made that happen more. Other boys had the same problem, but I
felt that it was a good thing to happen, something to be proud of. I
didn't mind if it stuck out in gym class. We got to see each other naked
while changing, and in the showers. Not all schools do that, but ours did
for 7th grade. I found all the naked boys around interesting, and was
curious about the differences between us. Some of them noticed this, which
led to teasing. Both good naturedly, about my hard dick and its relatively
large size, and less so, about my interest in boys, and being a fag, queer,
homo -- and other similar terms.

By fourteen, I wasn't exceptional in size. I didn't mind that, though.
The teasing of 7th grade turned into an interesting reputation with girls.
My adult size is only a bit above average, but I'm happy to say that it
still sticks up hard easily enough, and I've enjoyed its effectiveness
often.

-

The years go by in periods and relationships.

5 Early Experiences, including Sheila the Babysitter 7 Yet more of my
childhood play. Covers everything through age 8, mostly non-sexual things
9 Moving to a new place, and changes which come from that. Not a lot of
sex stuff there either, but it was getting closer 10-1 - Debbie, the girl
next door, played naked with me. 10-2 - Kissing Sherry and Maureen,
sibling experiments

These parts make up all so far for my early childhood experiences. I
don't expect to add to them, because there just wasn't a lot of sex story
stuff going on then.

11 - First sex with Annie, Sherry, and Maureen 12 -- Jr High. Liz, and
my romantic exhibitionist love with Gail 13 -- Big trouble at school and
home, serious depression, and Sandy. 14 -- Trouble in Paradise, Slut
period start, lots of little relationships 15 -- Stacey and more slut
stuff. Boys can be sluts too ;-) 16 -- Jackie 17 -- Jackie, and HS
graduation 18 -- University troubles, getting serious with Maria 19 -- Life
with Uncle Sam, no ties 20 -- Back home and to school again 21 -- School
Affairs 22 -- Moving out, Dominance and Submission play 23 -- My naked
roommates and me 24 -- Just the three of us, Ricky and Mari and I 25 --
Gonna graduate soon, so I better think about settling down

I can't give a schedule for when the parts will be finished. I work on
the entire thing, whatever part happens to come to mind. The ending point
I picked mostly because my goals changed from just having sex partners and
lovers to looking for a permanent relationship. I'm not ready to share
that part of my life yet, though it may well creep out disguised in other
tales.

-->>





"True" true is relative, though. I call my stuff semi-true -- it is
based on what I remember, but I can't really recall every detail, and why
write it that way, when I can let a bit of fantasy remembering make it come
out better? I mean, call it a bedtime story for my lover (and reader),
something with enough truth in to still be truthful, but filling in the
blanks with hot stuff, so it doesn't bog down. I want dialog and action,
right? Memories are vague things, good on some things, not so good on
others. If it is close enough to make me feel the past when I write it,
isn't that good enough -- even if I read it later and say "It didn't happen
that way. Well, not exactly. But I can't quite say what was wrong about
that, I just can't remember!!"

Anyway, I don't care if stories are truly true, semi-true, or not true.
If it feels real and fun, that is enough.



by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2001. Please don't
distribute in an altered form, or with any charges for acquisition.

If you liked this story, want to put it in a free collection, want to
tell me how I could write better, or just say hello, write to me at my
hotmail address.

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