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THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf
CHAPTER 20 ~ Bell, Book, And Candle
Part I ~ Epiphanie Antagonistes
"Rock of ages, cleft for me let me hide myself in thee." Fanny Crosby~
I awoke the next morning feeling better than I had in a long time and
hornier than a tom cat with a hormone problem. I eased out of bed and went
to the shower to cleaned myself. When satisfied, I dried carefully and
snuck back into bed next to the Dungeon Master.
I knew him well enough to sense when he was about to wake up. Babe was
already awake and ready to play. I positioned my ass right on Babe and
gently pushed back until I felt him pop his head in to look around. I
guess he was pleased that I seemed clean, warm, and comfortable because I
felt six inches or more wiggle into my butt.
At that point, I knew the giant was awake and probably had a large smile
on his face. I pushed my ass back a little harder and managed to get about
three quarters of Babe in me. I felt his big hairy arms around me pulling
me up to him tightly and Babe was driven all the way into my barn. Oh
geeze, he just fit. We lay there together and my giant ox reached down
with his big head and kissed me behind the ear.
"I can tell you've been in the shower. You smell good. You do that for
me?"
"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master. I'm so horny I was gonna' get some this
morning if I had to tie you to the bed. I crawled back in bed and saw that
Babe was ready to play. I opened the barn door and led him in."
"Damn! Those workouts are really pumping the testosterone into you.
You'll be wantin' to get in my ass if I don't watch out."
"If you need it, Master, it's yours and I promise you the best.
"You know, slave, I may surprise the holy hell out of you some night to
see what junior can do. In the meantime, don't bet the farm on it
happening. I know one thing about you. It would never change our
relationship nor would you think me any less a man or Master. You've been
imprinted that I'm your Master, one of your owners, and that will never be
altered."
"You're right, I am imprinted that way. To be honest, I never want to
think of you any other way. With you inside me like this, do you think I
would ever want to switch places? Only at your behest, Master." I said
with all humility as he took a couple of giant strokes into my ass.
"Oh, shit, Master, that feels good. I ain't gonna' be able to hold out
long."
Master Jim reached behind him into the drawer of his night stand and
pulled out a studded leather strap. He reached in front of me and ordered
me to hold my cock and balls away from my body. I did and he snapped the
leather ring tight around that area. He let go and the ring got tight. It
felt good but it all of a sudden cut my need to come in half.
"That should take care of an early shot from my slave so I can get in
some early morning plowing. Now, you were saying...."
"I was saying how great my Dungeon Master feels inside of me. Can't you
get more in, please?" He started laughing pulled almost all the way out.
"Take a deep breath..." I did and he gently but forcefully made me ride
Bade all the way to the base. He arched his back to make sure Babe was
lodged within me as far as he could get it.
"That enough, Son?"
"It's in-decent Master." He laughed at my joke. I started riding up and
down on Babe getting my saddle broken in. I had a feeling I was going to
get fucked royally.
"You're not riding Babe this morning, Little Beaver. The Dungeon Master
is taking his pony for a ride this morning. Relax and enjoy the ride."
I knew that was a figure of speech. If I could improve something in my
fucking he would stop, correct me and do his stroke over several times to
make sure I responded the way he wanted. I was not allowed to be a lazy
fuck.
You get more out of it when you put more into it. Big Jim had built his
bed to his own needs. It was huge and he had a special large mattress made
for it. It wasn't too high off the floor but it was high enough that
kneeling he could fuck someone on the edge of the bed comfortably.
He got me to the end of the bed, pulled part way out, flipped me over on
my back and I hit the position. As he entered me I could feel all of his
giant cock going into me big time. He handed me some handles that were
attached to a couple of ropes on either side of me. With them I could hold
myself in position no matter how hard he fucked me.
Neat idea. I could just keep pulling my self back into prime position
for his pleasure. It was simple in design, easy to use and served it's
purpose well. I quickly learned to use it for his maximum benefit. I
wanted to pleasure this big man to gain his approval in the worst way.
I didn't have to wait long before the Dungeon Master started fucking me
hard and deep. I knew it wasn't going to take Babe long to ride to the
barn. After a few minutes of some pretty intense fucking he slowed down
and finally stopped, remaining docked to the balls in my ass.
"Your ox doing you some good, Beaver?"
"God, yes, Dungeon Master, take all you want from your slave. I love
it, you're taking a break, it means I get fucked a little longer. Am I
doing my ox some good, Master?"
"I think you know the answer to that, but a slave should hear they're
doing an exceptional job from time to time and this is one of them. Old
Babe's been hankering for some slave-boy butt ever since he strung you up
in the dungeon two days ago. So hang on, slave, you're in for a good one."
he wasn't kidding.
Thank God he installed those handles. He kept trying to get in my ass
further and further. He was in no rush, he took a couple more breaks. I
was over my need to come. The leather ring he snapped on my cock and balls
was doing it's job.
I was working so hard for his pleasure I forgot about how great it felt
to me; another epiphany perhaps. I placed the Dungeon Master's needs more
important than mine. It was working. The old man knows what he's doing.
My brain is being rewired. Was I frightened about the prospect? Not in
the least. This was the greatest feeling of my life giving to this giant
man. He raised up a little and bent over to kiss me gently as if he knew
the revelation I just had. He leaned close to my ear.
"You're my slave. You will always be my slave. Now, I'm going to grab
a piece of your love and rip it out of your ass as I replace it with a
hefty load of ox love!"
He started again and fucked me so hard I though we were having an
earthquake. I rode every thrust down to the last one!
"THAT'S IT SLAVE! I'VE GRABBED IT AND I'M TAKING... IT... AWAY....
RIGHT... NOW!!! AAAAAAUUUUGGGG!"
I felt his flow begin in me with his first volley and knew I didn't need
permission to get mine. I shot all over him giving in to that love he had
just taken from me. He felt my ass chewing on his big dick and he went
into his other world ejaculation.
I don't think he ever realized. When his saliva started to flow it
would be slung all over the place, me included. He was out of it for a few
minutes as I felt him shoot again. How was that possible? He would shoot
once then go into this nether world where an animal took possession of him
and it shot into me as well.
I'm not talking just a little spit. I'm talking volumes of saliva. I
would be wet and so would he. I can't tell you the number of times I
cleaned and dried that big man. He never failed to fulfill me totally and
satisfy me sexually. I wasn't horny anymore. I knew I would go through
the day with a smile on my lips and a song in 'me' heart.
That morning was the first morning of our second week of jogging. I
hadn't done any exercise like that in years and my tongue was hanging out.
As time went on I lost inches off my waist and so did the Dungeon Master.
He was really shaping up and getting looks from all quarters.
My second bondage was not so difficult but still there were the hurts,
the questions, the pain of my past that came flooding in. I was so touched
by my family. They gathered for each session to see me through, help in
anyway they could, and generally wish me well in my transformation.
The Dungeon Master would purposely not share with me who would be there.
It was his call as Dungeon Master and Jeb was so damn proud of him you'd of
though he just had a baby. His love for his big friend took on new
dimensions.
It also improved his health somewhat. He was feeling better. He looked
better. The second bondage I was watched over by Sam, Yoshie, Big Dirk,
and Allen. Big Beryl and Blaine were there for every one.
Chief didn't want to seem to anxious or make a nuisance of himself. He
would call Friday nights after work to see if he was needed. Big Jim made
a little brother of him and felt comfortable when Chief was around. Chief
worshiped Big Jim. Big Jim would joke with him.
"No, I think we have enough help. Well, maybe there's a few things you
might help with. You might keep the Dungeon Master warm when he naps
between stretches. Chief would be there as fast as his Norton would get
him there.
He was there, all weekend every week. He was also being carefully
taught by both Masters should he be needed in the future to help train
slaves. He took his learning seriously. Chief sat in on my conversations
with Master Jeb and saw the ways he was leading my thinking.
He observed things that I was having problems with. He saw how easily
they could be overcome. The important thing was to lead the slave's
thinking but he must come to an understanding on his on.
My Master checked on my progress but didn't want to infringe on his
brother's turf. He was a wise enough man to know when to back off and let
the natural flow of things progress.
The third bondage trip the Dungeon Master made a special call to him to
come quickly. I was having a rough time and he couldn't get me calmed
down. My Master came and did nothing more than place his hand on me.
I sensed it was him and immediately settled down. A quiet calm came
over me when I felt his strength and trust passing into my spirit. It was
all right, my Master was there. He broke down and cried at my simple love
and need for him. He knew he would never have to question it no matter how
many times he left me with the Dungeon Master.
I was beginning to think of Big Jim as the Dungeon Master. He walked
proud and tall with his hips thrown forward and swaggered a little. Gone
was his usual stooped shoulder, forward leaning, lumbering, Neanderthal
gait. The Dungeon Master was taking on a sexy new persona.
I never knew a person could change right before your eyes. His face was
even becoming better looking. He actually went from borderline ugly to
ruggedly handsome.
None of these new qualities were missed by the girls at the gym. Oh
God, the girls at the gym! I made sure I only called Big Jim 'Sir' at the
gym, never 'Master.' Especially not 'Dungeon Master.' The more they tried
to figure us out the more they began to appreciate Big Jim and his apparent
change.
The work outs were taking it's toll on him, too. He was always big but
now he was getting fucking enormous. His shoulders and arms became
massive. He was a good trainer. He never ask me to lift more than he
thought was safe but he worked my fucking ass off.
He would have me so tired after workouts I wanted to lay down and die or
at least take a good nap. He wouldn't hear of it. I had other things to
accomplish. By the end the day I no longer had much of an ass but what I
had was dragging.
By the second week of training he started us running several blocks and
back home before the gym. Each day he increased it another block. He was
literally working my ass off.
I dropped almost two sizes in my waste and my 'Tuff Nuts' hung on me
like a laundry bag. I didn't have the ass that I use to have anymore. All
I had left were two small round masses the size of two small bowling balls.
The day crowd at the gym increased ten fold. We had to wait for
exercise benches. I could tell Master Jim was not amused. He was a good
friend of the gym manager/owner. Big Jim made a deal with him to do clean
up for the day and wash and fold his gym towels. He had a super-load
washer and all we had to do was put them in, dry them, and fold them. He
gave Big Jim a key.
We got up early and was there working out and cleaning up two hours
before the gym opened for the day. The owner would walk in, look around
and seem pleased with our work. I scrubbed down the showers really good
twice a week and gave them a passable shot the rest. He said it was the
cleanest his gym had been in years.
Well, guess what happened? The girls would see us working out and come
with their color coordinated Gucci bags and fanny packs to try to get in
that early in the morning. The hours are posted on the door. Couldn't
they read? We finally had to put up a cardboard sign that said: "Gym not
open until 10:00 A.M. Clean up crew working!"
The owner was really pleased with our work and we got our workouts done
in good time. We even had time to do extra on Fridays if Master Jim felt I
needed it, which was every Friday.
The owner got a lot of complaints. If we were working out why couldn't
they? There were some pissed off queens. The owner would just hoot and
slap his side when he told us the latest story. He didn't give a shit, he
was getting a hell of a deal. The cleaning crew he had before only came in
twice a week, charged him almost three hundred per month and then wouldn't
fold the towels or clean the shower. Why? I wondered.
Big Jim didn't expect me to do everything. He worked as hard as I did
and would clean mirrors and windows once a week. We had it down to a
science and the owner couldn't have been happier. He couldn't believe we
cleaned the windows and mirrors.
After the second month he wouldn't accept our gym fees and joked that he
should be paying us. We still had queens come to the doors and get pissed
because we wouldn't let them in even though the sign was right in front of
their eyes. Big Jim would smile sweetly and just point to the sign. They
would walk off in a huff and we would have a good laugh.
"Teach you to make fun of the giant and his slave." He'd growl at them
as he smiled sweetly and waved. We would both fall out laughing.
My first month of training was coming to an end and my respect and love
for both Masters had grown by leaps and bounds. I found myself using less
familiar names with Big Jim. He became the Dungeon Master and I felt I
should show him that respect.
He questioned me several times and I explained my feelings. He thought
about it for a couple of days and then one morning after working out he sat
me down on a bench and sat next to me. We were alone, as we finished early
and the owner hadn't come in yet.
"I've thought a lot about your answer about respect for me and not using
such familiar names and terms. I must impress on you that I understand
that's my due as your Master and especially as your Dungeon Master. You're
showing your training buy needing to show me this respect.
I understand; however, you're not an average slave. I love you deeply
and I know you love me." He saw a light go on in my brain and I smiled. He
smiled back wickedly, "Don't say it or I'll backhand you off that bench!"
we broke up with laughter. "I can't go too long with you without something
funny passing between us. We know each other so well." He was silent for a
moment, put his hands together and leaned forward to rest his arms on his
legs.
"My point is exactly that. You're little names for me are part of you
that I love. They're a part of you that, in private, I need. In public, I
expect the greatest respect from you and you've never disappointed me.
On the contrary, you've gone overboard with your respect and manners
toward me even around our family. That's another thing about you I love.
In the context of all that, think about this. Should you deny your Master
anything? If your answer is 'no' then you'll consider my request to
rethink giving up your familiar names for me.
You realize, of course, I could make it an order. I don't want to. I'd
rather you come to that conclusion on your own because you love me. Do you
understand? Do you have any questions?"
"What you're saying is I'm guilty of overkill. I hadn't thought of it
that way. I thought I was being a good and respectful slave. You're
saying, I am and don't need to be so formal in private. Lighten up, Kid,
I'm still your big blue ox? Ride Babe to the barn?"
"Right, exactly!"
"I'm sorry, Master." I had tears in my eyes. "I didn't consider you
might get pleasure from my nonsense. You don't have to order me Doc Ox.
You've fixed the problem. To be honest, I've missed my conversations with
Babe." He hugged me and laughed as he held me tight.
"Come on, Little Beaver, let's go home."
"Yes, Master Ox."
"Better," he said, "much better."
Part II ~ Wise Men From The East
Wednesday night, the second week of my training Master Jeb and the
Dungeon Master invited my Master for dinner along with my brother who was
fast becoming an integral part of our immediate family. Chief loved being
around the men in our family and loved any contact he could have with me as
well.
He would check in with Master Jeb every evening and speak with the
Dungeon Master as often as he could. I would tell him of my progress and
answer his many questions. He seemed to be soaking up the ideals and ideas
of the philosophy that ran the family and the intricacies of changing or
molding a man's thinking through slave training.
The more he investigated and wrote about his findings as instructed by
Master Jeb he found little or no fault with the training and began to learn
as much of the Master's ways as he would teach him. Master Jeb was
thrilled at Chief's interest and intelligence. He soaked up ideas and
concepts like a sponge and interrelated them with his own background as a
native American.
Many of the ideas and philosophies had parallels in his society. He
began to keep copious notes in both languages; his native language and
English. It was almost like he was becoming an apprentice training Master
and going through slave training with me. Master Jeb confirmed his and my
opinions that there were, indeed, corollaries.
Conversation around the dinner table was lively and everyone was in a
good mood. The Dungeon Master was beginning to bloom in his position and
even my good Master confided in Chief and I Big Jim had taken on a totally
new appeal. It became obvious that my Master began to develop an
admiration toward the family's new Dungeon Master and made no attempt to
hide it.
"Has anyone been in contact with the Tucson contingent of our family?"
asked the Dungeon Master.
"I spoke with Dan Yates, Cowboy and Griz night before last and invited
them for our slaves final weekend of bondage and ceremony. They accepted
and said they would bring Boots and Sonny. Big Gunn called last night and
talked to me for about a half hour and said he and his slave would be here
too."
"Excuse me, Master Earl, would 'Cowboy' by any chance be Billy Gunn
Jr.?"
"Why, yes, Son, do you know him?"
"Know him?! I knew him and his real dad, Bud Cummings, when they made
their winning tour of the rodeo circuit before I went to Nam. Cowboy was
the first man I ever had sex with and we spent a week in a hayloft together
on the Anderson's ranch north of Prescott. His dad, or uncle at the time,
was a fine and understanding man.
Billy explained to me that he was trying to learn to become a slave to
his beloved uncle but he didn't know everything yet. I found it
interesting and exciting but I was so new to man sex Billy became a God to
me and I fell very much in love with him. He had no hang ups about any sex
and encouraged me to feel the same. He would do anything for me or to me I
wanted to try. I wish every young man could have a Cowboy for their first
time.
I joined the Navy and was in boot camp when he and his Uncle Bud won the
nationals. Later his dad or uncle came to me in a dream in Nam and told me
he died that night and was really Cowboy's biological father. He told me
Cowboy and his buddies would be ambushed the next day and Billy would die
if I didn't find him on the battlefield as quickly as possible.
The other corpsman thought I was nuts when I jumped off the hewey and
ran through the corpses calling his name as loud as I could. They just
shook their head but they started calling his name too and one saw him
raise his boot and hollered to me.
It was the cowboy. My heart was crushed. His buddies were all dead on
top of him. They threw themselves on him to protect him. We checked them
out for any life signs as we gently removed them but they were gone. Billy
was hanging on to life by a thread.
I hugged him to me and swore I would get him back safely. He opened his
eyes and managed to get out my name and then he passed out. He didn't come
to for three days and I was by his bedside when he did. I had to tell him
his buddies were all dead."
Chief stopped for a minute and started weeping. I had my arm around him
and saw my Master, Master Jeb and my big lovable ox had tears in their eyes
as well. My Master put his hand on Chief's shoulder and consoled him.
"I've tried for years to contact Cowboy and I heard he bought a bike and
became a slave to an outlaw biker. I never had his home address or phone
number. Is he well? Is he happy?"
All three Master's filled Chief in on Cowboy's life and loss of his
first Master. His new Master Dan Yates is the father of his lover and
buddy in Nam that you pulled off of him. Gris is both their slave. He is
a phenomen. He was left to them in a will by the brother of Cowboy's first
Master.
"Cowboy is very well and happier than any of us have ever known him to
be. His dad that raised him, Big Gunn, lives with his slave Ben Stafford
Jr. on a ranch adjoining Dan Yates spread. He will really be glad to meet
you. Cowboy has spoken many times of his Indian Brother that saved his
life but we never put the two together."
"Son, hand me the telephone." Master Jeb spoke to me. I got the kitchen
phone and handed it to my Master. He dialed a number.
"Dan. Jeb Henshaw here. How is everyone at the ranch?"
"Fine. Fine and the girls, how are they handling the heat."
"Fine, glad to hear that. Dan, we have a new family member we just
discovered is an old friend of your cowboy slave. Saved his life in Nam.
Is the Cowboy around. Sure, I'll hold on." Master Jeb handed Chief the
phone.
"Jim, is that you?" Cowboy asked anxiously. Chief broke down and
couldn't speak for a minute.
"It's all right, Sweet baby, your cowboy's here. Take your time. It's
so damn good to hear from you, Jim."
"I'm sorry, Billy, I only learned a minute ago from our family you are
the man I've been looking for all these years. It's a bit overwhelming to
me."
"Are you a member of our family now, Chief? How wonderful."
"I'm trying to be. It's a long story I'll tell you when I see you. I
understand your coming for Master Jeb, Master Jim and Master Earl's slave's
final bondage weekend and ceremony."
"Yes, my Master has all ready accepted Master Earl's invitation and we
should be there Friday afternoon to do what we can to help and wish him
well. My dad is coming and he will be thrilled to meet you and make you
another one of his sons. He sort of collects them.
You'll get to meet my big brother Griz, and you won't be prepared for
how big a brother he is. He's bigger than the old man in the desert I
love, Big Beryl. You'll love Griz and my other two brothers who both are
named Billy Gunn, same's me. God, do we have a lot of catching up to do."
"I won't think of anything else until I see you again, my Love. You
know I've always loved you."
"I will always love you, my savior, and I can't wait to see you again
either."
They talked for a while longer and then said their goodbyes. Chief hung
up the phone and had a big smile on his face even though his eyes were
still filled with tears.
"Thanks you, Master Jeb. Thank you all for that. A big part of my life
has been healed. You men have managed in a short period of time to bring a
great deal of joy, hope and healing to my spirit. How can I ever repay
you."
"Seems to me like your all ready have, little Brother." Big Jim put his
huge hand on Chief's shoulder. If it weren't for you we wouldn't have Beau
or Cowboy. I'd say what ever we do or have done for you is jump change."
Master Jeb and Master Earl agreed.
The Tucson contingent did, indeed, come and were there for my final
bondage journey. I was impressed by all of them. They were all fine good
looking men and the one they called Griz was aptly named. However, he had
to be a bit bigger than a full grown Grizzly male. He was enormous. He
made my giant look like a normal sized man. When he held me he vibrated
some tone or sonic sound deep within himself that soothed and healed my
spirit.
He and Chief became good friends right away and I became friends with
Sonny and his Master Boots. Big Gunn was so taken with how much Cowboy and
I looked alike he deemed me one of his sons immediately. Because Chief was
Cowboy's savior he was also immediately inducted as a member of the greater
Gunn family.
Ceremonies
To destroy is always the first step in any creation~ e e cummings
The last afternoon of my bondage was hard. It was only Saturday
afternoon but I was having a rough time I hadn't expected. I was to be
released early that evening but by late afternoon I could see I wasn't
going to make it.
I was going through some things about Nam I never told anybody. Some of
the unorthodox things I did during periods of time patching up bodies. I
felt guilt that maybe I didn't do the right thing. Some guy would be near
death and I knew I couldn't help him long enough to get him back. I would
shoot him up with morphine to ease his passing. I'd couldn't stayed around
long enough to know whether I did the right thing.
We had to account for every drop of morphine or demerol we used. I
could give a couple of guys a little less to have some for the worst cases.
My heart could not let them die in pain, alone. I stayed with many until
they died in my arms and breathed their last.
I'm not religious but would always ask God to receive them into his
light. I cried for them night after night. This was ridiculous. I was in
great emotional distress and several more hours in bondage was not going to
heal this conundrum no matter how bravely I confronted it. I pressed both
buttons. I heard the Dungeon Master on the ear phones.
"You're in distress?" Green light.
"Can you go on?" Red light. Flash! Flash! Flash!
Master Jim realized how wet it was on the deck underneath my head where
I had been crying for hours. He wheeled the Gurney under me and once again
I was released on the leather futon with my family.
This time I looked at Chief, Blaine and Cowboy with the horror still
coming from my soul. They knew immediately and lunged for me. They held
me and I cried in their arms. Master Jim gently ask the others to
withdraw. They were concerned but complied. They didn't go far.
Blaine, Chief and Cowboy must have held me for over and hour. I
couldn't cry anymore, I was just heaving and shaking uncontrollably.
Master Earl came to me and Chief, Blaine and Cowboy let go. They were
emotionally exhausted. My Master grabbed me and spoke kindly but firmly.
"Listen to me! Listen to my voice, you're all right, Son! Now, stop
that! Cut that out, that's an order!" I calmed down and stopped.
"I'm sorry, Master."
"Shhhhhhuu..." He calmed me. "I'll never let you be hurt again. I made
that promise to Wes and I make it to you. Trust your Master.
Shhhhhhh...." He had a way of calming me when I was out of it.
In his arms, I was okay. His love was all encompassing, it surrounded
me, it filled me and protected me. Then our family gathered again and
there was not a dry eye among them. I felt the empathy of each and the
love they showered on me was remarkable. Big Beryl held me so tight and
cried in my arms until I had to calm him. Master Bert was a love. He
hugged and kissed me.
"There's no need for apologies. Not to your family. We love you
unconditionally." Master Bert stated. Master Jeb was in tears and
apologized for not catching that I was in distress sooner. He said I'd had
enough bondage. I passed. My giant was the last to hug me.
He didn't cry. He felt he needed to be strong and he was right. I laid
my head on his bare chest, grabbed his hand, pulled it to my face and
kissed the back of it. He put his big arms around my head and pulled me to
his chest. He kissed me on top of the head.
"I love you, Beaver."
It was good I was released early. The clan began to gather for the
ceremony in the auditorium. Master Jeb and Jim went over and over the
ceremony with me. I was not told of Oscar's request that I stand with him
for his ceremony.
The Dungeon Master ordered me to the showers and asked Chief and Blaine
to get me ready for the ceremony. We were in a better mood and I had a
little to eat. I was feeling better. I told them they didn't have to
shower with me.
They insisted. They showered, too. They both took a cloth and scrubbed
me within an inch of my life. I was to remain in the Dungeon until the
ceremony started. I remained in the shower to purge myself. I came out,
toweled myself and then stood looking at my image in the floor length
mirror.
My God, where did Beau go? The man looking back at me was a remarkably
handsome man. It couldn't be me? There was no one else in the room so it
must be me. Chief walked up behind me and caught me admiring myself.
"You've worked hard, little Brother, and it shows. You are one hot
piece of property. Look at my old dick. It can't wait for my weekend with
you. I think we can help each other. I want to be alone with you for a
while. I'm look forward to it."
"So am I, Chief. I was stunned when I found out you spent that much
money for a weekend with me."
"It'll be worth it, for both of us."
The Dungeon Master came into the holding cell and spoke quietly to Chief
telling him what to wear for the ceremony. All of Chief's leathers were in
one of the holding cells under lock and key. He had the key. He went off
to get dressed.
Master Jim brought me a large, thick heavy dog collar and placed it
around my neck. He carefully snapped a small lock in the back to secure
it. He snapped a leash onto the front 'D' ring. He all ready removed my
plug. It was not to be in the ceremony.
He held a long white robe he had me try on. It fit pretty well. It was
floor length and had a hood. He pulled the hood up over my head and
secured the front of the robe. Billy and Oscar walked in dressed in the
same white robes.
I asked them to stand with me in my ceremony. We sat and talked for a
while as the Dungeon Master left to check on the progress of the assembled.
He returned and his face lost it's color. He was as pale as if he'd seen a
ghost. He sat down with us and spoke with awe in his voice.
"The entire, Goddamn, family is here! There must be close to three
hundred people in that auditorium. We told the caterer to plan for a
hundred and fifty to two hundred. I hope we have enough."
Billy and Oscar assured him there would be. Many people won't eat. A
lot will just pick.
"I hope you're right. It's my responsibility as Dungeon Master to see
to it. I don't want to be embarrassed."
"It'll be all right, Master, trust me." He looked at me funny and
smiled.
"I feel better. Thanks, Beaver, your Dungeon Master thanks you." He
hugged me and kissed me.
"Come, Son, it's time for you to become a slave." he hugged me again.
Oscar and Billy were practically in tears as they hugged and kissed me.
Oscar spoke for both.
"I requested you to stand with me for our ceremony after yours. Will
you honor us by standing with Billy for me.
"I'd be thrilled and honored Oscar. I love you both." Master Jim took
my leash and lead me up and out of the dungeon with Billy and Oscar
following. We got to the door of the auditorium and I could see there were
not enough chairs for everyone.
Some were standing. Everyone had a candle and they were lit. The three
of us were given candles with small catch holders of aluminum. They were
lit for us. We entered with the Dungeon Master leading me on my leash.
Master Jim walked slowly and I walked behind him.
Oscar and Billy were to the side and behind me. I could see the Masters
in black robes on the right and the slaves were in white robes on the left.
Everyone had on robes. Everyone had candles in small holders. There were
candles on the stage and in the sconces on the wall and overhead.
The Dungeon Master led me to the stage, up the stairs to the middle of
the stage. I didn't look out into the audience. I was told to not look up
until I was instructed to. Billy and Oscar came to me. They undid my robe
and Billy put the hood back.
They moved behind me and removed my robe. The audience gasp and
whispers ran through the assembled. I thought something might be wrong.
Then several began to clap and they all started clapping. I didn't look
up. I saw Master Jeb stand and raise his hand for silence.
"Masters, slaves, friends and family we are gathered here to witness
this man give up his former life for the life of consensual slavery. In
our world he will no longer be a free man and will belong to me and our new
Dungeon Master. At this time I will turn this ceremony over to our new
Dungeon Master, Master Jim. I will join you as a spectator. "Dungeon
Master..."
"Thank you, Master Jeb. Our slave has chosen twelve Masters to assist
in the ceremony. Will the following Masters come forward: Master Beryl,
Master Sam, Master Earl D., Master Dirk, Master Bert, Master Zack, Master
Wolf, Master Yates, Master Boone, Master Redfeather, Master Bull, and
Master Blue." The twelve Masters came forward and stood at the base of the
stage.
"Is there someone here who will give this man unto slavery?" What's
this? They didn't say anything about anyone giving me into slavery.
"Aye! I will claim this man, my son, to give nto slavery." I knew that
voice. It was Jake. He had the balls to come to this and give me into
slavery. I knew there was some reason I loved that man.
"Will you come forward, Sir?" I couldn't see because I couldn't look up.
Jake walked up the aisle and took the Dungeon Master's hand. Would you go
up and take a place behind your Son, Sir?"
"Happy to, Dungeon Master." Jake bounded up the stairs. He took his
hand and raised my head to look him in the eyes. There were tears running
down my cheeks.
"I told you I would give you into slavery." He threw his arms around me
and hugged me.
"I love you, Dad, you're a special man. Thanks."
"God, Son, you know I'd do anything for you. You don't know how much
I've missed you." Billy and Oscar showed him where to stand. Billy took
our candles, snuffed them and placed them on a table. Then from the bottom
of the stage the Dungeon Master said to me in a loud booming voice,
"Petitioner slave, do you wish to become a slave before this assembly?"
"I do so wish, Sir."
"Have you been forced, coerced, intimidated or threatened to request
this petition?"
"No, Sir, I have not."
"Do you realize the ramifications of your actions?"
"Yes, Sir, I do Sir."
"Does the assembled Masters and family wish to grant this slaves
request?"
"Aye!" From nearly three hundred people. There was a large cowhide laid
out on the stage in front of me.
"The petitioner slave will be prepared for the ceremony."
Billy and Oscar had me lay prone on a leather cowhide with my arms out
to form a cross. They unrolled another cowhide to cover my body They
tucked it in and around my arms and sides of my torso and legs. It felt
wonderful, like a second skin. I was alone within but could hear every
thing clearly.
"Those who have been asked to speak of behalf of this slave please come
forward."
I could hear movement but had no idea about this part of the ceremony.
"The first to speak will be Master Jim Redfeather. Master Redfeather..."
"Beau and I were in Vietnam together. Not really together but at the
same time. We were in separate units but knew of each other. When I got
to Nam, he was all ready a legend. He had more Purple Hearts than any
other field corpsman in the war. Rumor was, he threw away the last four.
I was determined to beat him and become as well known. I never knew his
real name. You get nicknames in the service and that's all anybody knows
you by. I was 'Chief', for obvious reasons," Everyone laughed, "And he was
known as 'Ber'Rabbit.'
We'd waved to each other from the 'Heweys' when we saw each other in the
field. One day I came upon this medic that was shot and bleeding pretty
bad. It was Beau. We always took care of our own. I patched him up and
stayed with him until the last e-vac 'Hewey' came for us.
He was sent home. I went to see him off at the airport but his plane
was taxying down the runway when I arrived. I could only wave to him. He
saw me and waved back. I never saw him again until a month ago when I
applied for a job and he was the hiring interviewer.
We didn't know until after I was hired where we had known each other. I
beat him with the hearts by one but the son of a bitch blew me out of the
water with a fucking Bronze Star for heroism." The audience giggled and
lightly applauded. "Since that time we have grown close as friends. No,
that's not quite true, I love Beau James. He's my brother. I'm proud to
know him and call him my friend. I recommend him to this assembly." The
audience gave Chief a standing ovation.
"The next to speak will be Master Beryl's slave, Blaine."
"Like, Chief, I too was with Beau in Nam. My platoon was ambushed.
Most were killed but eight of us were captured by the VC and placed in a
holding area to be sent North later. We were placed in bamboo cages about
three feet square.
Beau got separated from his outfit after being ambushed while he was
trying to evacuate casualties. He ran into the jungle and wandered around
for a couple of days and found a dry cave to rest in. That night he left
the cave and saw fire light. He went to see if it was friendly.
He slowly peaked over a small ridge and saw us crammed into cages.
Slowly and quietly he cut seven of us out of the cages and led us to a cave
where we were at least temporarily safe. The eighth man was already dead
in his cage. I was wounded but he managed to carry me back to the cave.
That night everyone was in shock and all fighting and bickering about what
to do.
Beau was having none of it. He knew what to do. He simply took charge.
He reminded each one that he had saved their butts and they owed him their
Goddamn lives. They would do as he damn well told them. Beau went out and
got us food and after resting there for a couple of days and nights we knew
we had to try to get back.
He became hated by the men except me and one little guy that fell in
love with him. They were also scared to death of him. I was ranking
officer but I was lame and turned command over to Beau, a non com corpsman
that never shot a gun. Sounds like a dumb thing to do, huh?" The audience
laughed.
"It was the smartest move of my life, other than becoming a slave to my
Master, of course." More laughter. He was in charge and he was going to
get us all back or beat the shit out of the guy that said different. He
could have done it, too.
The first night in the cave, one little guy was so frightened he clung
to Beau like a child afraid to leave his parent on the first day of school.
Beau never scolded him or rebuked him but tried to give him as much comfort
as possible. He held him, petted him, and promised him he would get him
back safely.
One thing led to another and the next thing I knew Beau ordered the kid
to get his clothes off and told him, 'What he needed was a good fucking,
straighten him right out!' Beau couldn't get his fatigues off fast enough.
That night in front of six other G.I.'s he made the sweetest love to this
small man and fucked the snot out of him. No one said a word.
It was the only thing that made sense at that moment. Gay or straight
each man envied that little man. It was because of that memory and that
intensity of passion I became a slave to my Master. The other guys wanted
to leave me behind.
Beau would hear none of it and carried, dragged, and badgered the others
to help, but got my ass back safely through damn near forty miles of enemy
territory. Beau spoke fluent Vietnamese. The fact that he cared enough to
learn their language helped us tremendously getting cooperation from
villagers to hide us and give us food.
Needless to say, we made it back and I put him in for the Bronze Star. I
owe my life and happiness with my Master to this slave. To me he will
always be my savior, my hero, and my brother. I recommend him highly to
this assembly." They gave Blaine a standing ovation.
"The next speaker will be Master Earl D. Shaw, Master Shaw..."
"I have know this slave for a short period of time and we have grown
close." Everyone giggled at his understatement. "The first weekend he
spent with me a picture dropped from his wallet of his little buddy and
lover in Vietnam. He was the man Beau fucked in the cave that Blaine
described for you. The picture was not only of Beau's little lover in
Vietnam it was of my last slave Wes who died several years ago in a plane
crash." There were mummers and 'awwwws' that ran through the crowd.
"Remarkable coincidence ? Several people don't think so. Years later
Wes would tell me that story and then say, 'You know what, Master? It did
straighten me right out. I wasn't afraid any more. I knew if Beau wasn't
afraid to show me love in front of all those guys, he wasn't afraid of
anything. I knew he would get us back.'
If it were not for the slave on this stage before you I would not have
known the love of a wonderful human being and a good slave. I highly
recommend him to this assembly." More applause.
"The next person to speak for him will be slave Billy" The audience
applauded for Billy.
"Thank you all. The first time I met Beau he told me I looked exactly
like his boyhood jack off fantasy man, Clancey McGee." The audience went
nuts laughing. "I told him I was Clancey McGee. It didn't lessen his
attraction to me a bit.
He told me he'd carried my picture in his wallet for seven years in
Vietnam. I thought he was kidding. He went and got his wallet and
carefully unfolded this ragged picture of me from a muscle magazine from
the early sixties. He wasn't lying. I highly recommend this slave." A
standing ovation for Billy.
"The next speaker will be Master Zack. Master Zack..."
"This man touches everyone he meets. My young slave and I were
attending an afternoon get together at Big Beryl and Blaine's place in the
desert. Master Beryl introduced Beau to the family and all the proper
rituals were done but Beau went out of his way to make my slave feel
important and admired.
I had to have my slave's penis removed. He suffered massive physical
abuse as a child and developed cancer in that portion of his body. There
were no options. I told him I would never love him less but he spiraled
into a vortex of depression that no pills or therapy could touch.
Not even my love for him seemed to matter. That evening after meeting
Beau something in him snapped, he was himself again and has been gaining
self confidence every day. I ask him what Beau said to him and he wouldn't
tell me.
I ask Beau and he said unless I could get his Master to order him to
tell me it would remain a confidence between him and my slave. A wise man
knows when to back off..." The audience laughed. "Before he left for the
evening, in front of all those people, Beau singled out my slave to say
goodbye to.
He graciously asked my permission and did so with perfect slave
manners." Master Zack was crying at this point. "Again, he shared
something with my slave and told him to love and be good to his Master. He
has been a very good slave-boy ever since.
I have told you this story with my slaves blessing. No, that's not
quite true, I have told you this story with my slaves insistence." Zack
paused for a minute and smiled at Button.
"There's no way I can repay this man for such a small act of kindness
that has brought joy back into my life. Do I recommend this man? You bet
your ass I do." Thunderous applause as Button ran to his Master, hugged and
kissed him.
"I will speak last for this slave." spoke Master Jim.
"What could I add to what you've already heard except to tell you this
young man indeed touches the lives of everyone he meets. It's not
customary but I want to read to you a brief portion of his slave journal.
These are usually kept very private and are never seen by anyone but the
Dungeon Masters. I am making a exception to that rule tonight and I think
you will see why.
This young man has come a long way from the brash cocky young man that
came into Master Jeb and my lives." he began to read:
'I came to a crossroad in my life. There didn't seem to be a road that
I dare try. I was ready to end my life at the crossroads. Life made no
sense. Is it only getting through it, day by day, until we die? Why go
through the anguish, the heartache? Why go through any more pain? Why not
end it now, avoid the rush? Those were the thoughts that ran through my
mind. I didn't have any direction or purpose to my life. I was living in
my own self created hell. A poem by W. H . Auden haunted me:
When the bells jostle in the tower, The midnight hour amid, Then on my
tongue the taste is sour, Of all I ever did.
I've learned that the hopelessness of life seems worse when I'm without
someone to serve, someone to love. Serving and loving are almost
synonymous to me. Without someone to serve I can not love. Two men cared
enough to offer me options. Options that were so radical and frightening
my instincts told me to run away.
Yet I was fascinated by the passion and intensity of their message.
They helped me choose a road. The road to become a slave. Then by
accident, I met a third Master who has taught me that we should never shy
away from the possibility of new love. I fell in love with him. It is my
greatest wish that I may serve him as his total slave someday.
And, what of Masters and slaves? The slave serves and loves his Master.
Yet in all the relationships I've witnessed Masters love their slave's,
take care of them, and see to their needs. Which is the greater service?
Who's the Master? Who's the slave? Does not the acceptance of
responsibility of any living creature make you a slave to it? Is love by
any other definition still love? I don't have the answer to those
questions. It doesn't seem important any more. I have found a road I must
travel for better or worse.
When provided with new avenues, a person can imagine the wonders of new
worlds. I look down that new road and see a life I hope to live. A life
of serving, loving and belonging to a good Master. I can see love down
that road. If for no other reason, that would be enough to make me chose
it. For without love, there would have been no options at that crossroad.
Without viable choices, I probably would be dead.
I was visited by being of light. He called himself a 'Child of God.' He
told me that we are here to love one another. The only important thing to
God is that we learn to give and receive love while we're here. Therefore,
because of the unconditional love that has been shown to me thus far, I
make this decision to become a slave because I choose to live. I choose to
love. ~ Beau James 1972
"I also recommend this slave to this assembly." Thunderous applause.
"We will now continue with the ceremony. Will the twelve Masters please
step across our slave petitioner." Each of the men stepped across my body.
Together they read these words. "We have taken your former life away from
you and hold it with us in trust." Master Jim stepped to the table in front
of the stage and spoke.
"Masters have you taken this slaves former life from him and do you hold
it in trust?"
"We have, Dungeon Master."
"It is done then. I ring the bell." He rang a small bell.
"Close the book on his old life." He closed the bible on the table.
"Dowse the candle." He blew out the candle and everyone blew theirs out
at the same time. "This slave petitioner is dead to his former life." The
table was moved to the right side of the stage.
"I will asked the assembled Masters to cross back over our slave
petitioners body one by one." The men did and gathered on the right side of
the stage and spoke these words. "We now grant your petition. From this
day forth you will live your life in servitude to a Master or this family."
"Do you recognize this man as a slave, Masters?"
"We do, Dungeon Master!"
"It is done." He turned to the table again.
"I light the candle. I open the Book to his new life. I ring the
bell." "Arise slave and stand before your Masters." I got up with Billy and
Oscar helping me and stood with my head bowed.
"Lift your head slave and be proud to see your Masters." I did and every
one started applauding. Billy handed me my unlit candle. Master Jim
walked over with the candle he lit and lit mine. I lit Billy's and
Oscar's. They lit the twelve Master's on the stage. They went out into the
audience and lit theirs until all candles were lit. Then they returned to
the stage. This was to symbolize the importance of family unity.
"Kneel before your chosen Masters, slave." I gave my candle to Oscar and
moved in front of the twelve men on the stage and knelt.
"You will show each your love , homage, and appreciation, for granting
your petition and acknowledging that you are now a slave." I was to kiss
each one's boots and then beneath their robes they had their dick and balls
exposed so that I might kiss them in homage.
The last in line was my Dad Jake. He didn't have a robe but an old pair
of his coveralls. Didn't matter he looked hot. He had them unzipped and
ready for me. I grabbed him around the waist and held my face to his
crotch.
I kissed and licked each of his big heavy boots and found his cock and
balls waiting for me and showed them a little extra love. He was pleased
and happy for me. When I finished I was instructed to stand. I walked to
the middle of the stage and Master Jim spoke as the Dungeon Master.
"Gentlemen, slaves, friends and family I present to you our new slave."
I got a standing ovation. First one in my life. Probably the last, too.
"After our next ceremony our slave will be happy to receive and pay
homage to any Master in the house tonight. The ceremony is ended."
With that the Masters on the stage rushed to hug me and kiss me. Master
Jim asked that everyone postpone congratulations to all until after the
next ceremony. Billy grabbed me by the arm and he, Oscar and I walked out
the side door. Everyone remain seated. Master Bert met us at the
entrance.
There was Master Earl and Master Beryl waiting for us. The two Masters
walked first followed by Master Bert who led Oscar by a leash, followed by
Billy and I. The slaves were in the buff. We got to the front and we
stood behind Oscar. The two Masters stood behind Master Bert. The Dungeon
Master conducted the brief ceremony.
"To all who have gathered here we have a Master, Master Bert, who has
made a claim for our family slave Oscar. Oscar has acknowledged his claim
and comes before us to ask our permission and request our blessing to
transfer ownership from our family to Master Bert. How do you all say?"
"Aye!"
"Are there any Nays?" Silence. "Oscar, your family has found it meet
and right to give you unto Master Bert to be his property. Make your
family proud, serve your new Master well." With a kiss the ceremony was
over. Billy was a mess. I had to hold him as he cried then he held me
while I cried then we both held Oscar as he cried.
Then the confusion of the evening began. I was taken by Master Jim to
the side of the stage where I was told to kneel for any and all Masters to
pay homage to them. I must have kissed a hundred pairs of boots, dicks and
balls. It was one of the best experiences of my life. Everyone partied
until late in the night. I got a little drunk and was clinging to Master
Earl. Master Jim saw me and spoke to Earl.
"He needs to be put to bed. Would you like to stay over. We have the
end bedroom upstairs open if you want to take him up there." Master Earl
thanked him and I said goodnight to all that were left and we went
upstairs. The bed was all ready made and I helped my Master off with his
boots and leathers. I was so glad to be alone with him.
"Master I don't know if I can make it through another two months."
"Look at you, you look great. Master Jim is working you hard. You look
better than you have in your life. The worst part's over, you're now a
slave. Be happy with me tonight, slave." He was right as usual.
"You're right, Master, it's just that I miss you so damn much."
"I know you do, I miss to, too, but visitation starts next weekend and
I'll get to see you then. Hang in there Tiger, you're almost home." He
made love to his slave. Rarely did my Master ever make gentle, tender,
sweet love to me but he did that night.
He knew I had been on an emotional roller coaster and needed some down
home lovin.' He provided just what I needed. I drifted off to sleep in the
arms of the man I had committed myself too. There were no doubts in my
mind, I did the right thing.
Part III ~ All In The Family
Do not caress the lonely Manticore Do not unless your hand is gloved
Feeling alone, feeling betrayed He often bites the hand he really meant to
kiss Under his pillow he keeps Solomon's Seal And late at night he battles
with the Sphinx G. C. Menotti
There were a number of people for breakfast the next morning. Oscar was
in the kitchen with Billy cooking. I joined them to help. Master Jim came
down with Chief to have coffee. They spent the night together in Big Jim's
room. I hoped something happened but wasn't about to ask either one.
I knew neither one could keep it from me for long, especially if I paid
no attention to them at all. My lack of interest, I knew would drive
Master Jim nuts. Which is exactly what I did. I handed them each a cup of
coffee and winked at Chief. He blushed. Dirk and Allen went home for the
night but returned with sweet rolls and doughnuts. Master Sam and Yoshie
returned and were there for brunch.
Master Zack and Button stayed over and were coming downstairs. Button
ran to me and we hugged and kissed. I put him to work with the rest of us.
Being around Billy and Oscar was a big boost to Button. He fell in love
with them and they were generous with their time. Button confided in me he
wish he was smooth like Billy and Oscar. I told him to ask his Master to
consider it.
"I'm afraid to, Beau."
"He loves you Button. He would at least listen. If you asked him to
consider your request. They don't have to remove them. They can sew them
up inside you and just remove the sack and make you smooth like Billy and
Oscar."
"Okay, Beau, I will. I trust you and. I love you, Beau."
"I know you do, Little Brother and I will always love you, too."
Oscar was getting everything ready. Beryl and Blaine came up from the
dungeon. They looked like they fucked half the night. Sam's nickname for
Big Beryl of horny old goat, seemed to fit. Beryl was certainly a lovable
and good looking horny old goat. I was happy for him and Blaine that they
were finding renewed vigor in their relationship. Blaine washed his hands
and started helping with breakfast.
General Oscar could use all the help he could get. I again
congratulated him, he smiled, blushed and thanked me for standing with him.
Billy was better this morning but had his hands all over me. He told me
how great he thought I was looking and was looking forward to my weekend
with Master Bert.
I was in a mellow mood because my Master could be with me a while longer
and I could rest up for Monday. We finally got breakfast ready and served.
Everyone went out under the tree to the big table. Master Beryl stood.
"To our new slave and new Master and his slave, welcome, to our family.
As the old saying goes: We haven't lost a good slave we have gained a good
Master. Last night we gained a wonderful new slave and a wonderful new
Master. We are the richer for them."
"Here! Here!" Glasses clinking all around. Master Earl was sitting
next to me and we were talking quietly.
"Do you know anything about this 'Master Bear', Beau?"
"No, Sir, I don't. I've overheard Master Jim speaking to Master Jeb
about him but he doesn't know him either." Master Bert overheard us and
said he knew him well.
"He's an enormous bear of a man, great body, well endowed, and wealthy.
He has several slaves but is looking for a special slave to be his number
one and be over the others. He's a strict disciplinarian and won't
tolerate any nonsense from his slaves; however, he's also a fair and loving
man. I don't know how he found out about Beau because we didn't tell him.
I hadn't seen him in several years until recently. He was wearing a full
sculpted leather hood that fit over his head and he wouldn't remove it."
"Where does he come from?" I asked.
"He has a mansion in the desert near Twenty-Nine Palms. It's a
beautiful place, private and secluded. He also goes by the name Captain
Fantastic. Have you heard that name?" None of us had, except Billy and
Oscar. Master Earl raised an eyebrow and looked at Billy.
"How long have you known him, Billy?"
"Ten, maybe fifteen years. Yeah, more like fifteen. He was a friend of
George's. We use to socialize for a number of years. When George died I
didn't hear from him until recently. He was a drop dead, handsome man.
A number of years ago he was in a fire. He rushed into the fire to save
one of his slaves and, as I understand, his face was badly burned. He
wears a full leather hood in public every where he goes because of the
disfigurement.
To compensate he worked his body almost to perfection and is buffed out
to the max. He's going through extensive reconstructive surgery and
doesn't want anyone to see him until it's done. The hood is remarkable
'cause it fits so well you just think your talking to a black man."
I looked at Master Earl and he shrugged like, "I don't know what to
think." Didn't seem to be any mystery to him. Neither Master Earl or
Master Jim had heard of the man. Master Sam joined us and heard bits of
the conversation. Yoshie was across from me and smiled.
"You guys talking about the Captain?" Asked Yoshie.
"Yeah!" said Master Earl.
"The guy they call Captain Fantastic?" Asked Sam.
"Yeah." said Oscar, "Do you know him Master Sam?"
"Yeah! I use to ride with him and some other guys. He wasn't wealthy
then, although he always had money and was generous to a fault. Paid for
an engine over hall for me in Mobile, Alabama one time when I didn't have
enough to cover it.
Told me to pay him when I could. I repaid him plus interest about a
year later. He's a good man. One of the finest. Heard he got disfigured
in a fire about three years ago. I introduced him to Yoshie about a year
ago, wasn't it Yoshie?"
"Yes, Dad. We were on the Pike's Peak run and we kept seeing this big
guy ride by on a Harley and he'd wave. He had a leather hood on and you
didn't recognize him."
"When he stuck out his hand and spoke to me, I knew from his voice who
he was. He must of been burned pretty badly to wear that hood everywhere.
It fits him perfectly. Whoever made it is a fine leather craftsman. I'd
love to have one like it. For display purposes only, you understand?"
"Yeah, sure Dad, they understand." Yoshie said laughing. Everyone else
laughed.
"Why do they call him Captain Fantastic?" I asked innocently.
"Thank you, God!" Sam said looking up to heaven, "I just knew you'd ask
that question. Now, give me your best guess."
"Oh!" I said.
"It's unbelievable." said Sam "There's a rubber husband on the market
that was made from a plaster mold of his dick."
"Yes, Dad and..." urged Yoshie.
"Well, we just happen to have one,... for display purposes only of
course."
"Of course, Master Sam." I said drily. "We certainly understand."
Everyone whooped and roared with laughter at Sam.
"Be honest, Dad,..." Yoshie goaded him
"Well, we may have played around with it a couple of times."
"A couple of times?" said Yoshie "Will you give me a quarter for every
time you've had that thing up my ass?" Everyone was falling out at Yoshie.
He was funny.
"Now, slave." Sam jokingly scolded Yoshie. "Damn, I can't take him
anywhere." Everyone continued to laugh.
"You gonna' spent a weekend with him, Beau?" Yoshie asked.
"Rumor has it, Yoshie."
" Remember our secret pact, Beau."
"I remember."
"I'm the first one you call when you get back."
"Right Tiger." Everyone was laughing. Master Earl wasn't. I wanted
desperately to change the subject.
"Is your Dad still doing those exquisite acrylic sculptures, Yoshie?"
"Yes, he just finished a chess set that's being presented to the Mayor
of Los Angeles for his birthday next month."
"Does he ever do commissions for people?"
"What, you want an acrylic dong toy for your Master to use on you?" Sam
joked.
"Believe me Sam, he doesn't need any more toys. Besides, the real thing
is more than okay with me.
"I need to show you something in my cell in the dungeon, Yoshie?"
"Why don't you bring it out and show it to your family, Son. We're
finished with brunch and I know everyone here would love and appreciate the
story." urged Master Jim.
"Well, my Master hasn't seen it nor does he know about it. Is that an
order Dungeon Master?"
"No, Son, we discussed it and you know my feelings. I don't think you
have a damn thing to feel bad about. It's a loving story. A bit bizarre
and funny but touching and loving. Share it with your family. Let them be
the judges."
"You're right, Master Jim. I'll get it. May I be excused for a moment,
Master Earl."
"Of course, slave, hurry back." I left to get Josh Cochran's cock.
"Gentlemen, the night he told me this story I couldn't believe it but
it's a true story. You know how thoughtful he can be and how somethings
rip him a new ass hole emotionally, well this is one's for the books. I
told him what he did was not to be considered perverted but very loving.
You be the judge, here he comes."
I handed my box to my Master and he started to open it.
"Please, Master Earl, don't open it yet. Let him tell his story." the
Dungeon Master gently requested. I started to tell the story of Josh
Cochran and how I had tried to get six surgeons to reattach his dick. I
told of my frustration when they all refused to even try. I was crying at
that point and had to stop.
"I heard this story in Nam and dismissed it as a rumor. My God, Beau,
that really happened?" Chief asked.
"I knew Josh Cochran, well. We went through OTS together and we were
shipped to Nam at the same time. Holy Shit, Beau." said Blaine.
"The horrible part was, I was so angry and pissed because of the
arrogant indifference of the doctors I knew I had to do something for him,
my memory of his strength, his understanding and patient acceptance of a
living nightmare, all because of the innate human programming to survive,
to continue living. I didn't want the man's cock to go without love one
last time.
I pulled two rubbers over it, tied them off with a string, KY'd my ass
good and shoved it as deep in my butt as I could get it. Then I went and
fucked the devil out of Wes. He told me he didn't know what got into me
but it was the best fuck I ever gave him. I thought, "If you only knew."
Everyone was rolling on the ground laughing at me but I didn't mean it
to be funny. Then I
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CHAPTER 20 ~ Bell, Book, And Candle
Part I ~ Epiphanie Antagonistes
"Rock of ages, cleft for me let me hide myself in thee." Fanny Crosby~
I awoke the next morning feeling better than I had in a long time and
hornier than a tom cat with a hormone problem. I eased out of bed and went
to the shower to cleaned myself. When satisfied, I dried carefully and
snuck back into bed next to the Dungeon Master.
I knew him well enough to sense when he was about to wake up. Babe was
already awake and ready to play. I positioned my ass right on Babe and
gently pushed back until I felt him pop his head in to look around. I
guess he was pleased that I seemed clean, warm, and comfortable because I
felt six inches or more wiggle into my butt.
At that point, I knew the giant was awake and probably had a large smile
on his face. I pushed my ass back a little harder and managed to get about
three quarters of Babe in me. I felt his big hairy arms around me pulling
me up to him tightly and Babe was driven all the way into my barn. Oh
geeze, he just fit. We lay there together and my giant ox reached down
with his big head and kissed me behind the ear.
"I can tell you've been in the shower. You smell good. You do that for
me?"
"Yes, Sir, Dungeon Master. I'm so horny I was gonna' get some this
morning if I had to tie you to the bed. I crawled back in bed and saw that
Babe was ready to play. I opened the barn door and led him in."
"Damn! Those workouts are really pumping the testosterone into you.
You'll be wantin' to get in my ass if I don't watch out."
"If you need it, Master, it's yours and I promise you the best.
"You know, slave, I may surprise the holy hell out of you some night to
see what junior can do. In the meantime, don't bet the farm on it
happening. I know one thing about you. It would never change our
relationship nor would you think me any less a man or Master. You've been
imprinted that I'm your Master, one of your owners, and that will never be
altered."
"You're right, I am imprinted that way. To be honest, I never want to
think of you any other way. With you inside me like this, do you think I
would ever want to switch places? Only at your behest, Master." I said
with all humility as he took a couple of giant strokes into my ass.
"Oh, shit, Master, that feels good. I ain't gonna' be able to hold out
long."
Master Jim reached behind him into the drawer of his night stand and
pulled out a studded leather strap. He reached in front of me and ordered
me to hold my cock and balls away from my body. I did and he snapped the
leather ring tight around that area. He let go and the ring got tight. It
felt good but it all of a sudden cut my need to come in half.
"That should take care of an early shot from my slave so I can get in
some early morning plowing. Now, you were saying...."
"I was saying how great my Dungeon Master feels inside of me. Can't you
get more in, please?" He started laughing pulled almost all the way out.
"Take a deep breath..." I did and he gently but forcefully made me ride
Bade all the way to the base. He arched his back to make sure Babe was
lodged within me as far as he could get it.
"That enough, Son?"
"It's in-decent Master." He laughed at my joke. I started riding up and
down on Babe getting my saddle broken in. I had a feeling I was going to
get fucked royally.
"You're not riding Babe this morning, Little Beaver. The Dungeon Master
is taking his pony for a ride this morning. Relax and enjoy the ride."
I knew that was a figure of speech. If I could improve something in my
fucking he would stop, correct me and do his stroke over several times to
make sure I responded the way he wanted. I was not allowed to be a lazy
fuck.
You get more out of it when you put more into it. Big Jim had built his
bed to his own needs. It was huge and he had a special large mattress made
for it. It wasn't too high off the floor but it was high enough that
kneeling he could fuck someone on the edge of the bed comfortably.
He got me to the end of the bed, pulled part way out, flipped me over on
my back and I hit the position. As he entered me I could feel all of his
giant cock going into me big time. He handed me some handles that were
attached to a couple of ropes on either side of me. With them I could hold
myself in position no matter how hard he fucked me.
Neat idea. I could just keep pulling my self back into prime position
for his pleasure. It was simple in design, easy to use and served it's
purpose well. I quickly learned to use it for his maximum benefit. I
wanted to pleasure this big man to gain his approval in the worst way.
I didn't have to wait long before the Dungeon Master started fucking me
hard and deep. I knew it wasn't going to take Babe long to ride to the
barn. After a few minutes of some pretty intense fucking he slowed down
and finally stopped, remaining docked to the balls in my ass.
"Your ox doing you some good, Beaver?"
"God, yes, Dungeon Master, take all you want from your slave. I love
it, you're taking a break, it means I get fucked a little longer. Am I
doing my ox some good, Master?"
"I think you know the answer to that, but a slave should hear they're
doing an exceptional job from time to time and this is one of them. Old
Babe's been hankering for some slave-boy butt ever since he strung you up
in the dungeon two days ago. So hang on, slave, you're in for a good one."
he wasn't kidding.
Thank God he installed those handles. He kept trying to get in my ass
further and further. He was in no rush, he took a couple more breaks. I
was over my need to come. The leather ring he snapped on my cock and balls
was doing it's job.
I was working so hard for his pleasure I forgot about how great it felt
to me; another epiphany perhaps. I placed the Dungeon Master's needs more
important than mine. It was working. The old man knows what he's doing.
My brain is being rewired. Was I frightened about the prospect? Not in
the least. This was the greatest feeling of my life giving to this giant
man. He raised up a little and bent over to kiss me gently as if he knew
the revelation I just had. He leaned close to my ear.
"You're my slave. You will always be my slave. Now, I'm going to grab
a piece of your love and rip it out of your ass as I replace it with a
hefty load of ox love!"
He started again and fucked me so hard I though we were having an
earthquake. I rode every thrust down to the last one!
"THAT'S IT SLAVE! I'VE GRABBED IT AND I'M TAKING... IT... AWAY....
RIGHT... NOW!!! AAAAAAUUUUGGGG!"
I felt his flow begin in me with his first volley and knew I didn't need
permission to get mine. I shot all over him giving in to that love he had
just taken from me. He felt my ass chewing on his big dick and he went
into his other world ejaculation.
I don't think he ever realized. When his saliva started to flow it
would be slung all over the place, me included. He was out of it for a few
minutes as I felt him shoot again. How was that possible? He would shoot
once then go into this nether world where an animal took possession of him
and it shot into me as well.
I'm not talking just a little spit. I'm talking volumes of saliva. I
would be wet and so would he. I can't tell you the number of times I
cleaned and dried that big man. He never failed to fulfill me totally and
satisfy me sexually. I wasn't horny anymore. I knew I would go through
the day with a smile on my lips and a song in 'me' heart.
That morning was the first morning of our second week of jogging. I
hadn't done any exercise like that in years and my tongue was hanging out.
As time went on I lost inches off my waist and so did the Dungeon Master.
He was really shaping up and getting looks from all quarters.
My second bondage was not so difficult but still there were the hurts,
the questions, the pain of my past that came flooding in. I was so touched
by my family. They gathered for each session to see me through, help in
anyway they could, and generally wish me well in my transformation.
The Dungeon Master would purposely not share with me who would be there.
It was his call as Dungeon Master and Jeb was so damn proud of him you'd of
though he just had a baby. His love for his big friend took on new
dimensions.
It also improved his health somewhat. He was feeling better. He looked
better. The second bondage I was watched over by Sam, Yoshie, Big Dirk,
and Allen. Big Beryl and Blaine were there for every one.
Chief didn't want to seem to anxious or make a nuisance of himself. He
would call Friday nights after work to see if he was needed. Big Jim made
a little brother of him and felt comfortable when Chief was around. Chief
worshiped Big Jim. Big Jim would joke with him.
"No, I think we have enough help. Well, maybe there's a few things you
might help with. You might keep the Dungeon Master warm when he naps
between stretches. Chief would be there as fast as his Norton would get
him there.
He was there, all weekend every week. He was also being carefully
taught by both Masters should he be needed in the future to help train
slaves. He took his learning seriously. Chief sat in on my conversations
with Master Jeb and saw the ways he was leading my thinking.
He observed things that I was having problems with. He saw how easily
they could be overcome. The important thing was to lead the slave's
thinking but he must come to an understanding on his on.
My Master checked on my progress but didn't want to infringe on his
brother's turf. He was a wise enough man to know when to back off and let
the natural flow of things progress.
The third bondage trip the Dungeon Master made a special call to him to
come quickly. I was having a rough time and he couldn't get me calmed
down. My Master came and did nothing more than place his hand on me.
I sensed it was him and immediately settled down. A quiet calm came
over me when I felt his strength and trust passing into my spirit. It was
all right, my Master was there. He broke down and cried at my simple love
and need for him. He knew he would never have to question it no matter how
many times he left me with the Dungeon Master.
I was beginning to think of Big Jim as the Dungeon Master. He walked
proud and tall with his hips thrown forward and swaggered a little. Gone
was his usual stooped shoulder, forward leaning, lumbering, Neanderthal
gait. The Dungeon Master was taking on a sexy new persona.
I never knew a person could change right before your eyes. His face was
even becoming better looking. He actually went from borderline ugly to
ruggedly handsome.
None of these new qualities were missed by the girls at the gym. Oh
God, the girls at the gym! I made sure I only called Big Jim 'Sir' at the
gym, never 'Master.' Especially not 'Dungeon Master.' The more they tried
to figure us out the more they began to appreciate Big Jim and his apparent
change.
The work outs were taking it's toll on him, too. He was always big but
now he was getting fucking enormous. His shoulders and arms became
massive. He was a good trainer. He never ask me to lift more than he
thought was safe but he worked my fucking ass off.
He would have me so tired after workouts I wanted to lay down and die or
at least take a good nap. He wouldn't hear of it. I had other things to
accomplish. By the end the day I no longer had much of an ass but what I
had was dragging.
By the second week of training he started us running several blocks and
back home before the gym. Each day he increased it another block. He was
literally working my ass off.
I dropped almost two sizes in my waste and my 'Tuff Nuts' hung on me
like a laundry bag. I didn't have the ass that I use to have anymore. All
I had left were two small round masses the size of two small bowling balls.
The day crowd at the gym increased ten fold. We had to wait for
exercise benches. I could tell Master Jim was not amused. He was a good
friend of the gym manager/owner. Big Jim made a deal with him to do clean
up for the day and wash and fold his gym towels. He had a super-load
washer and all we had to do was put them in, dry them, and fold them. He
gave Big Jim a key.
We got up early and was there working out and cleaning up two hours
before the gym opened for the day. The owner would walk in, look around
and seem pleased with our work. I scrubbed down the showers really good
twice a week and gave them a passable shot the rest. He said it was the
cleanest his gym had been in years.
Well, guess what happened? The girls would see us working out and come
with their color coordinated Gucci bags and fanny packs to try to get in
that early in the morning. The hours are posted on the door. Couldn't
they read? We finally had to put up a cardboard sign that said: "Gym not
open until 10:00 A.M. Clean up crew working!"
The owner was really pleased with our work and we got our workouts done
in good time. We even had time to do extra on Fridays if Master Jim felt I
needed it, which was every Friday.
The owner got a lot of complaints. If we were working out why couldn't
they? There were some pissed off queens. The owner would just hoot and
slap his side when he told us the latest story. He didn't give a shit, he
was getting a hell of a deal. The cleaning crew he had before only came in
twice a week, charged him almost three hundred per month and then wouldn't
fold the towels or clean the shower. Why? I wondered.
Big Jim didn't expect me to do everything. He worked as hard as I did
and would clean mirrors and windows once a week. We had it down to a
science and the owner couldn't have been happier. He couldn't believe we
cleaned the windows and mirrors.
After the second month he wouldn't accept our gym fees and joked that he
should be paying us. We still had queens come to the doors and get pissed
because we wouldn't let them in even though the sign was right in front of
their eyes. Big Jim would smile sweetly and just point to the sign. They
would walk off in a huff and we would have a good laugh.
"Teach you to make fun of the giant and his slave." He'd growl at them
as he smiled sweetly and waved. We would both fall out laughing.
My first month of training was coming to an end and my respect and love
for both Masters had grown by leaps and bounds. I found myself using less
familiar names with Big Jim. He became the Dungeon Master and I felt I
should show him that respect.
He questioned me several times and I explained my feelings. He thought
about it for a couple of days and then one morning after working out he sat
me down on a bench and sat next to me. We were alone, as we finished early
and the owner hadn't come in yet.
"I've thought a lot about your answer about respect for me and not using
such familiar names and terms. I must impress on you that I understand
that's my due as your Master and especially as your Dungeon Master. You're
showing your training buy needing to show me this respect.
I understand; however, you're not an average slave. I love you deeply
and I know you love me." He saw a light go on in my brain and I smiled. He
smiled back wickedly, "Don't say it or I'll backhand you off that bench!"
we broke up with laughter. "I can't go too long with you without something
funny passing between us. We know each other so well." He was silent for a
moment, put his hands together and leaned forward to rest his arms on his
legs.
"My point is exactly that. You're little names for me are part of you
that I love. They're a part of you that, in private, I need. In public, I
expect the greatest respect from you and you've never disappointed me.
On the contrary, you've gone overboard with your respect and manners
toward me even around our family. That's another thing about you I love.
In the context of all that, think about this. Should you deny your Master
anything? If your answer is 'no' then you'll consider my request to
rethink giving up your familiar names for me.
You realize, of course, I could make it an order. I don't want to. I'd
rather you come to that conclusion on your own because you love me. Do you
understand? Do you have any questions?"
"What you're saying is I'm guilty of overkill. I hadn't thought of it
that way. I thought I was being a good and respectful slave. You're
saying, I am and don't need to be so formal in private. Lighten up, Kid,
I'm still your big blue ox? Ride Babe to the barn?"
"Right, exactly!"
"I'm sorry, Master." I had tears in my eyes. "I didn't consider you
might get pleasure from my nonsense. You don't have to order me Doc Ox.
You've fixed the problem. To be honest, I've missed my conversations with
Babe." He hugged me and laughed as he held me tight.
"Come on, Little Beaver, let's go home."
"Yes, Master Ox."
"Better," he said, "much better."
Part II ~ Wise Men From The East
Wednesday night, the second week of my training Master Jeb and the
Dungeon Master invited my Master for dinner along with my brother who was
fast becoming an integral part of our immediate family. Chief loved being
around the men in our family and loved any contact he could have with me as
well.
He would check in with Master Jeb every evening and speak with the
Dungeon Master as often as he could. I would tell him of my progress and
answer his many questions. He seemed to be soaking up the ideals and ideas
of the philosophy that ran the family and the intricacies of changing or
molding a man's thinking through slave training.
The more he investigated and wrote about his findings as instructed by
Master Jeb he found little or no fault with the training and began to learn
as much of the Master's ways as he would teach him. Master Jeb was
thrilled at Chief's interest and intelligence. He soaked up ideas and
concepts like a sponge and interrelated them with his own background as a
native American.
Many of the ideas and philosophies had parallels in his society. He
began to keep copious notes in both languages; his native language and
English. It was almost like he was becoming an apprentice training Master
and going through slave training with me. Master Jeb confirmed his and my
opinions that there were, indeed, corollaries.
Conversation around the dinner table was lively and everyone was in a
good mood. The Dungeon Master was beginning to bloom in his position and
even my good Master confided in Chief and I Big Jim had taken on a totally
new appeal. It became obvious that my Master began to develop an
admiration toward the family's new Dungeon Master and made no attempt to
hide it.
"Has anyone been in contact with the Tucson contingent of our family?"
asked the Dungeon Master.
"I spoke with Dan Yates, Cowboy and Griz night before last and invited
them for our slaves final weekend of bondage and ceremony. They accepted
and said they would bring Boots and Sonny. Big Gunn called last night and
talked to me for about a half hour and said he and his slave would be here
too."
"Excuse me, Master Earl, would 'Cowboy' by any chance be Billy Gunn
Jr.?"
"Why, yes, Son, do you know him?"
"Know him?! I knew him and his real dad, Bud Cummings, when they made
their winning tour of the rodeo circuit before I went to Nam. Cowboy was
the first man I ever had sex with and we spent a week in a hayloft together
on the Anderson's ranch north of Prescott. His dad, or uncle at the time,
was a fine and understanding man.
Billy explained to me that he was trying to learn to become a slave to
his beloved uncle but he didn't know everything yet. I found it
interesting and exciting but I was so new to man sex Billy became a God to
me and I fell very much in love with him. He had no hang ups about any sex
and encouraged me to feel the same. He would do anything for me or to me I
wanted to try. I wish every young man could have a Cowboy for their first
time.
I joined the Navy and was in boot camp when he and his Uncle Bud won the
nationals. Later his dad or uncle came to me in a dream in Nam and told me
he died that night and was really Cowboy's biological father. He told me
Cowboy and his buddies would be ambushed the next day and Billy would die
if I didn't find him on the battlefield as quickly as possible.
The other corpsman thought I was nuts when I jumped off the hewey and
ran through the corpses calling his name as loud as I could. They just
shook their head but they started calling his name too and one saw him
raise his boot and hollered to me.
It was the cowboy. My heart was crushed. His buddies were all dead on
top of him. They threw themselves on him to protect him. We checked them
out for any life signs as we gently removed them but they were gone. Billy
was hanging on to life by a thread.
I hugged him to me and swore I would get him back safely. He opened his
eyes and managed to get out my name and then he passed out. He didn't come
to for three days and I was by his bedside when he did. I had to tell him
his buddies were all dead."
Chief stopped for a minute and started weeping. I had my arm around him
and saw my Master, Master Jeb and my big lovable ox had tears in their eyes
as well. My Master put his hand on Chief's shoulder and consoled him.
"I've tried for years to contact Cowboy and I heard he bought a bike and
became a slave to an outlaw biker. I never had his home address or phone
number. Is he well? Is he happy?"
All three Master's filled Chief in on Cowboy's life and loss of his
first Master. His new Master Dan Yates is the father of his lover and
buddy in Nam that you pulled off of him. Gris is both their slave. He is
a phenomen. He was left to them in a will by the brother of Cowboy's first
Master.
"Cowboy is very well and happier than any of us have ever known him to
be. His dad that raised him, Big Gunn, lives with his slave Ben Stafford
Jr. on a ranch adjoining Dan Yates spread. He will really be glad to meet
you. Cowboy has spoken many times of his Indian Brother that saved his
life but we never put the two together."
"Son, hand me the telephone." Master Jeb spoke to me. I got the kitchen
phone and handed it to my Master. He dialed a number.
"Dan. Jeb Henshaw here. How is everyone at the ranch?"
"Fine. Fine and the girls, how are they handling the heat."
"Fine, glad to hear that. Dan, we have a new family member we just
discovered is an old friend of your cowboy slave. Saved his life in Nam.
Is the Cowboy around. Sure, I'll hold on." Master Jeb handed Chief the
phone.
"Jim, is that you?" Cowboy asked anxiously. Chief broke down and
couldn't speak for a minute.
"It's all right, Sweet baby, your cowboy's here. Take your time. It's
so damn good to hear from you, Jim."
"I'm sorry, Billy, I only learned a minute ago from our family you are
the man I've been looking for all these years. It's a bit overwhelming to
me."
"Are you a member of our family now, Chief? How wonderful."
"I'm trying to be. It's a long story I'll tell you when I see you. I
understand your coming for Master Jeb, Master Jim and Master Earl's slave's
final bondage weekend and ceremony."
"Yes, my Master has all ready accepted Master Earl's invitation and we
should be there Friday afternoon to do what we can to help and wish him
well. My dad is coming and he will be thrilled to meet you and make you
another one of his sons. He sort of collects them.
You'll get to meet my big brother Griz, and you won't be prepared for
how big a brother he is. He's bigger than the old man in the desert I
love, Big Beryl. You'll love Griz and my other two brothers who both are
named Billy Gunn, same's me. God, do we have a lot of catching up to do."
"I won't think of anything else until I see you again, my Love. You
know I've always loved you."
"I will always love you, my savior, and I can't wait to see you again
either."
They talked for a while longer and then said their goodbyes. Chief hung
up the phone and had a big smile on his face even though his eyes were
still filled with tears.
"Thanks you, Master Jeb. Thank you all for that. A big part of my life
has been healed. You men have managed in a short period of time to bring a
great deal of joy, hope and healing to my spirit. How can I ever repay
you."
"Seems to me like your all ready have, little Brother." Big Jim put his
huge hand on Chief's shoulder. If it weren't for you we wouldn't have Beau
or Cowboy. I'd say what ever we do or have done for you is jump change."
Master Jeb and Master Earl agreed.
The Tucson contingent did, indeed, come and were there for my final
bondage journey. I was impressed by all of them. They were all fine good
looking men and the one they called Griz was aptly named. However, he had
to be a bit bigger than a full grown Grizzly male. He was enormous. He
made my giant look like a normal sized man. When he held me he vibrated
some tone or sonic sound deep within himself that soothed and healed my
spirit.
He and Chief became good friends right away and I became friends with
Sonny and his Master Boots. Big Gunn was so taken with how much Cowboy and
I looked alike he deemed me one of his sons immediately. Because Chief was
Cowboy's savior he was also immediately inducted as a member of the greater
Gunn family.
Ceremonies
To destroy is always the first step in any creation~ e e cummings
The last afternoon of my bondage was hard. It was only Saturday
afternoon but I was having a rough time I hadn't expected. I was to be
released early that evening but by late afternoon I could see I wasn't
going to make it.
I was going through some things about Nam I never told anybody. Some of
the unorthodox things I did during periods of time patching up bodies. I
felt guilt that maybe I didn't do the right thing. Some guy would be near
death and I knew I couldn't help him long enough to get him back. I would
shoot him up with morphine to ease his passing. I'd couldn't stayed around
long enough to know whether I did the right thing.
We had to account for every drop of morphine or demerol we used. I
could give a couple of guys a little less to have some for the worst cases.
My heart could not let them die in pain, alone. I stayed with many until
they died in my arms and breathed their last.
I'm not religious but would always ask God to receive them into his
light. I cried for them night after night. This was ridiculous. I was in
great emotional distress and several more hours in bondage was not going to
heal this conundrum no matter how bravely I confronted it. I pressed both
buttons. I heard the Dungeon Master on the ear phones.
"You're in distress?" Green light.
"Can you go on?" Red light. Flash! Flash! Flash!
Master Jim realized how wet it was on the deck underneath my head where
I had been crying for hours. He wheeled the Gurney under me and once again
I was released on the leather futon with my family.
This time I looked at Chief, Blaine and Cowboy with the horror still
coming from my soul. They knew immediately and lunged for me. They held
me and I cried in their arms. Master Jim gently ask the others to
withdraw. They were concerned but complied. They didn't go far.
Blaine, Chief and Cowboy must have held me for over and hour. I
couldn't cry anymore, I was just heaving and shaking uncontrollably.
Master Earl came to me and Chief, Blaine and Cowboy let go. They were
emotionally exhausted. My Master grabbed me and spoke kindly but firmly.
"Listen to me! Listen to my voice, you're all right, Son! Now, stop
that! Cut that out, that's an order!" I calmed down and stopped.
"I'm sorry, Master."
"Shhhhhhuu..." He calmed me. "I'll never let you be hurt again. I made
that promise to Wes and I make it to you. Trust your Master.
Shhhhhhh...." He had a way of calming me when I was out of it.
In his arms, I was okay. His love was all encompassing, it surrounded
me, it filled me and protected me. Then our family gathered again and
there was not a dry eye among them. I felt the empathy of each and the
love they showered on me was remarkable. Big Beryl held me so tight and
cried in my arms until I had to calm him. Master Bert was a love. He
hugged and kissed me.
"There's no need for apologies. Not to your family. We love you
unconditionally." Master Bert stated. Master Jeb was in tears and
apologized for not catching that I was in distress sooner. He said I'd had
enough bondage. I passed. My giant was the last to hug me.
He didn't cry. He felt he needed to be strong and he was right. I laid
my head on his bare chest, grabbed his hand, pulled it to my face and
kissed the back of it. He put his big arms around my head and pulled me to
his chest. He kissed me on top of the head.
"I love you, Beaver."
It was good I was released early. The clan began to gather for the
ceremony in the auditorium. Master Jeb and Jim went over and over the
ceremony with me. I was not told of Oscar's request that I stand with him
for his ceremony.
The Dungeon Master ordered me to the showers and asked Chief and Blaine
to get me ready for the ceremony. We were in a better mood and I had a
little to eat. I was feeling better. I told them they didn't have to
shower with me.
They insisted. They showered, too. They both took a cloth and scrubbed
me within an inch of my life. I was to remain in the Dungeon until the
ceremony started. I remained in the shower to purge myself. I came out,
toweled myself and then stood looking at my image in the floor length
mirror.
My God, where did Beau go? The man looking back at me was a remarkably
handsome man. It couldn't be me? There was no one else in the room so it
must be me. Chief walked up behind me and caught me admiring myself.
"You've worked hard, little Brother, and it shows. You are one hot
piece of property. Look at my old dick. It can't wait for my weekend with
you. I think we can help each other. I want to be alone with you for a
while. I'm look forward to it."
"So am I, Chief. I was stunned when I found out you spent that much
money for a weekend with me."
"It'll be worth it, for both of us."
The Dungeon Master came into the holding cell and spoke quietly to Chief
telling him what to wear for the ceremony. All of Chief's leathers were in
one of the holding cells under lock and key. He had the key. He went off
to get dressed.
Master Jim brought me a large, thick heavy dog collar and placed it
around my neck. He carefully snapped a small lock in the back to secure
it. He snapped a leash onto the front 'D' ring. He all ready removed my
plug. It was not to be in the ceremony.
He held a long white robe he had me try on. It fit pretty well. It was
floor length and had a hood. He pulled the hood up over my head and
secured the front of the robe. Billy and Oscar walked in dressed in the
same white robes.
I asked them to stand with me in my ceremony. We sat and talked for a
while as the Dungeon Master left to check on the progress of the assembled.
He returned and his face lost it's color. He was as pale as if he'd seen a
ghost. He sat down with us and spoke with awe in his voice.
"The entire, Goddamn, family is here! There must be close to three
hundred people in that auditorium. We told the caterer to plan for a
hundred and fifty to two hundred. I hope we have enough."
Billy and Oscar assured him there would be. Many people won't eat. A
lot will just pick.
"I hope you're right. It's my responsibility as Dungeon Master to see
to it. I don't want to be embarrassed."
"It'll be all right, Master, trust me." He looked at me funny and
smiled.
"I feel better. Thanks, Beaver, your Dungeon Master thanks you." He
hugged me and kissed me.
"Come, Son, it's time for you to become a slave." he hugged me again.
Oscar and Billy were practically in tears as they hugged and kissed me.
Oscar spoke for both.
"I requested you to stand with me for our ceremony after yours. Will
you honor us by standing with Billy for me.
"I'd be thrilled and honored Oscar. I love you both." Master Jim took
my leash and lead me up and out of the dungeon with Billy and Oscar
following. We got to the door of the auditorium and I could see there were
not enough chairs for everyone.
Some were standing. Everyone had a candle and they were lit. The three
of us were given candles with small catch holders of aluminum. They were
lit for us. We entered with the Dungeon Master leading me on my leash.
Master Jim walked slowly and I walked behind him.
Oscar and Billy were to the side and behind me. I could see the Masters
in black robes on the right and the slaves were in white robes on the left.
Everyone had on robes. Everyone had candles in small holders. There were
candles on the stage and in the sconces on the wall and overhead.
The Dungeon Master led me to the stage, up the stairs to the middle of
the stage. I didn't look out into the audience. I was told to not look up
until I was instructed to. Billy and Oscar came to me. They undid my robe
and Billy put the hood back.
They moved behind me and removed my robe. The audience gasp and
whispers ran through the assembled. I thought something might be wrong.
Then several began to clap and they all started clapping. I didn't look
up. I saw Master Jeb stand and raise his hand for silence.
"Masters, slaves, friends and family we are gathered here to witness
this man give up his former life for the life of consensual slavery. In
our world he will no longer be a free man and will belong to me and our new
Dungeon Master. At this time I will turn this ceremony over to our new
Dungeon Master, Master Jim. I will join you as a spectator. "Dungeon
Master..."
"Thank you, Master Jeb. Our slave has chosen twelve Masters to assist
in the ceremony. Will the following Masters come forward: Master Beryl,
Master Sam, Master Earl D., Master Dirk, Master Bert, Master Zack, Master
Wolf, Master Yates, Master Boone, Master Redfeather, Master Bull, and
Master Blue." The twelve Masters came forward and stood at the base of the
stage.
"Is there someone here who will give this man unto slavery?" What's
this? They didn't say anything about anyone giving me into slavery.
"Aye! I will claim this man, my son, to give nto slavery." I knew that
voice. It was Jake. He had the balls to come to this and give me into
slavery. I knew there was some reason I loved that man.
"Will you come forward, Sir?" I couldn't see because I couldn't look up.
Jake walked up the aisle and took the Dungeon Master's hand. Would you go
up and take a place behind your Son, Sir?"
"Happy to, Dungeon Master." Jake bounded up the stairs. He took his
hand and raised my head to look him in the eyes. There were tears running
down my cheeks.
"I told you I would give you into slavery." He threw his arms around me
and hugged me.
"I love you, Dad, you're a special man. Thanks."
"God, Son, you know I'd do anything for you. You don't know how much
I've missed you." Billy and Oscar showed him where to stand. Billy took
our candles, snuffed them and placed them on a table. Then from the bottom
of the stage the Dungeon Master said to me in a loud booming voice,
"Petitioner slave, do you wish to become a slave before this assembly?"
"I do so wish, Sir."
"Have you been forced, coerced, intimidated or threatened to request
this petition?"
"No, Sir, I have not."
"Do you realize the ramifications of your actions?"
"Yes, Sir, I do Sir."
"Does the assembled Masters and family wish to grant this slaves
request?"
"Aye!" From nearly three hundred people. There was a large cowhide laid
out on the stage in front of me.
"The petitioner slave will be prepared for the ceremony."
Billy and Oscar had me lay prone on a leather cowhide with my arms out
to form a cross. They unrolled another cowhide to cover my body They
tucked it in and around my arms and sides of my torso and legs. It felt
wonderful, like a second skin. I was alone within but could hear every
thing clearly.
"Those who have been asked to speak of behalf of this slave please come
forward."
I could hear movement but had no idea about this part of the ceremony.
"The first to speak will be Master Jim Redfeather. Master Redfeather..."
"Beau and I were in Vietnam together. Not really together but at the
same time. We were in separate units but knew of each other. When I got
to Nam, he was all ready a legend. He had more Purple Hearts than any
other field corpsman in the war. Rumor was, he threw away the last four.
I was determined to beat him and become as well known. I never knew his
real name. You get nicknames in the service and that's all anybody knows
you by. I was 'Chief', for obvious reasons," Everyone laughed, "And he was
known as 'Ber'Rabbit.'
We'd waved to each other from the 'Heweys' when we saw each other in the
field. One day I came upon this medic that was shot and bleeding pretty
bad. It was Beau. We always took care of our own. I patched him up and
stayed with him until the last e-vac 'Hewey' came for us.
He was sent home. I went to see him off at the airport but his plane
was taxying down the runway when I arrived. I could only wave to him. He
saw me and waved back. I never saw him again until a month ago when I
applied for a job and he was the hiring interviewer.
We didn't know until after I was hired where we had known each other. I
beat him with the hearts by one but the son of a bitch blew me out of the
water with a fucking Bronze Star for heroism." The audience giggled and
lightly applauded. "Since that time we have grown close as friends. No,
that's not quite true, I love Beau James. He's my brother. I'm proud to
know him and call him my friend. I recommend him to this assembly." The
audience gave Chief a standing ovation.
"The next to speak will be Master Beryl's slave, Blaine."
"Like, Chief, I too was with Beau in Nam. My platoon was ambushed.
Most were killed but eight of us were captured by the VC and placed in a
holding area to be sent North later. We were placed in bamboo cages about
three feet square.
Beau got separated from his outfit after being ambushed while he was
trying to evacuate casualties. He ran into the jungle and wandered around
for a couple of days and found a dry cave to rest in. That night he left
the cave and saw fire light. He went to see if it was friendly.
He slowly peaked over a small ridge and saw us crammed into cages.
Slowly and quietly he cut seven of us out of the cages and led us to a cave
where we were at least temporarily safe. The eighth man was already dead
in his cage. I was wounded but he managed to carry me back to the cave.
That night everyone was in shock and all fighting and bickering about what
to do.
Beau was having none of it. He knew what to do. He simply took charge.
He reminded each one that he had saved their butts and they owed him their
Goddamn lives. They would do as he damn well told them. Beau went out and
got us food and after resting there for a couple of days and nights we knew
we had to try to get back.
He became hated by the men except me and one little guy that fell in
love with him. They were also scared to death of him. I was ranking
officer but I was lame and turned command over to Beau, a non com corpsman
that never shot a gun. Sounds like a dumb thing to do, huh?" The audience
laughed.
"It was the smartest move of my life, other than becoming a slave to my
Master, of course." More laughter. He was in charge and he was going to
get us all back or beat the shit out of the guy that said different. He
could have done it, too.
The first night in the cave, one little guy was so frightened he clung
to Beau like a child afraid to leave his parent on the first day of school.
Beau never scolded him or rebuked him but tried to give him as much comfort
as possible. He held him, petted him, and promised him he would get him
back safely.
One thing led to another and the next thing I knew Beau ordered the kid
to get his clothes off and told him, 'What he needed was a good fucking,
straighten him right out!' Beau couldn't get his fatigues off fast enough.
That night in front of six other G.I.'s he made the sweetest love to this
small man and fucked the snot out of him. No one said a word.
It was the only thing that made sense at that moment. Gay or straight
each man envied that little man. It was because of that memory and that
intensity of passion I became a slave to my Master. The other guys wanted
to leave me behind.
Beau would hear none of it and carried, dragged, and badgered the others
to help, but got my ass back safely through damn near forty miles of enemy
territory. Beau spoke fluent Vietnamese. The fact that he cared enough to
learn their language helped us tremendously getting cooperation from
villagers to hide us and give us food.
Needless to say, we made it back and I put him in for the Bronze Star. I
owe my life and happiness with my Master to this slave. To me he will
always be my savior, my hero, and my brother. I recommend him highly to
this assembly." They gave Blaine a standing ovation.
"The next speaker will be Master Earl D. Shaw, Master Shaw..."
"I have know this slave for a short period of time and we have grown
close." Everyone giggled at his understatement. "The first weekend he
spent with me a picture dropped from his wallet of his little buddy and
lover in Vietnam. He was the man Beau fucked in the cave that Blaine
described for you. The picture was not only of Beau's little lover in
Vietnam it was of my last slave Wes who died several years ago in a plane
crash." There were mummers and 'awwwws' that ran through the crowd.
"Remarkable coincidence ? Several people don't think so. Years later
Wes would tell me that story and then say, 'You know what, Master? It did
straighten me right out. I wasn't afraid any more. I knew if Beau wasn't
afraid to show me love in front of all those guys, he wasn't afraid of
anything. I knew he would get us back.'
If it were not for the slave on this stage before you I would not have
known the love of a wonderful human being and a good slave. I highly
recommend him to this assembly." More applause.
"The next person to speak for him will be slave Billy" The audience
applauded for Billy.
"Thank you all. The first time I met Beau he told me I looked exactly
like his boyhood jack off fantasy man, Clancey McGee." The audience went
nuts laughing. "I told him I was Clancey McGee. It didn't lessen his
attraction to me a bit.
He told me he'd carried my picture in his wallet for seven years in
Vietnam. I thought he was kidding. He went and got his wallet and
carefully unfolded this ragged picture of me from a muscle magazine from
the early sixties. He wasn't lying. I highly recommend this slave." A
standing ovation for Billy.
"The next speaker will be Master Zack. Master Zack..."
"This man touches everyone he meets. My young slave and I were
attending an afternoon get together at Big Beryl and Blaine's place in the
desert. Master Beryl introduced Beau to the family and all the proper
rituals were done but Beau went out of his way to make my slave feel
important and admired.
I had to have my slave's penis removed. He suffered massive physical
abuse as a child and developed cancer in that portion of his body. There
were no options. I told him I would never love him less but he spiraled
into a vortex of depression that no pills or therapy could touch.
Not even my love for him seemed to matter. That evening after meeting
Beau something in him snapped, he was himself again and has been gaining
self confidence every day. I ask him what Beau said to him and he wouldn't
tell me.
I ask Beau and he said unless I could get his Master to order him to
tell me it would remain a confidence between him and my slave. A wise man
knows when to back off..." The audience laughed. "Before he left for the
evening, in front of all those people, Beau singled out my slave to say
goodbye to.
He graciously asked my permission and did so with perfect slave
manners." Master Zack was crying at this point. "Again, he shared
something with my slave and told him to love and be good to his Master. He
has been a very good slave-boy ever since.
I have told you this story with my slaves blessing. No, that's not
quite true, I have told you this story with my slaves insistence." Zack
paused for a minute and smiled at Button.
"There's no way I can repay this man for such a small act of kindness
that has brought joy back into my life. Do I recommend this man? You bet
your ass I do." Thunderous applause as Button ran to his Master, hugged and
kissed him.
"I will speak last for this slave." spoke Master Jim.
"What could I add to what you've already heard except to tell you this
young man indeed touches the lives of everyone he meets. It's not
customary but I want to read to you a brief portion of his slave journal.
These are usually kept very private and are never seen by anyone but the
Dungeon Masters. I am making a exception to that rule tonight and I think
you will see why.
This young man has come a long way from the brash cocky young man that
came into Master Jeb and my lives." he began to read:
'I came to a crossroad in my life. There didn't seem to be a road that
I dare try. I was ready to end my life at the crossroads. Life made no
sense. Is it only getting through it, day by day, until we die? Why go
through the anguish, the heartache? Why go through any more pain? Why not
end it now, avoid the rush? Those were the thoughts that ran through my
mind. I didn't have any direction or purpose to my life. I was living in
my own self created hell. A poem by W. H . Auden haunted me:
When the bells jostle in the tower, The midnight hour amid, Then on my
tongue the taste is sour, Of all I ever did.
I've learned that the hopelessness of life seems worse when I'm without
someone to serve, someone to love. Serving and loving are almost
synonymous to me. Without someone to serve I can not love. Two men cared
enough to offer me options. Options that were so radical and frightening
my instincts told me to run away.
Yet I was fascinated by the passion and intensity of their message.
They helped me choose a road. The road to become a slave. Then by
accident, I met a third Master who has taught me that we should never shy
away from the possibility of new love. I fell in love with him. It is my
greatest wish that I may serve him as his total slave someday.
And, what of Masters and slaves? The slave serves and loves his Master.
Yet in all the relationships I've witnessed Masters love their slave's,
take care of them, and see to their needs. Which is the greater service?
Who's the Master? Who's the slave? Does not the acceptance of
responsibility of any living creature make you a slave to it? Is love by
any other definition still love? I don't have the answer to those
questions. It doesn't seem important any more. I have found a road I must
travel for better or worse.
When provided with new avenues, a person can imagine the wonders of new
worlds. I look down that new road and see a life I hope to live. A life
of serving, loving and belonging to a good Master. I can see love down
that road. If for no other reason, that would be enough to make me chose
it. For without love, there would have been no options at that crossroad.
Without viable choices, I probably would be dead.
I was visited by being of light. He called himself a 'Child of God.' He
told me that we are here to love one another. The only important thing to
God is that we learn to give and receive love while we're here. Therefore,
because of the unconditional love that has been shown to me thus far, I
make this decision to become a slave because I choose to live. I choose to
love. ~ Beau James 1972
"I also recommend this slave to this assembly." Thunderous applause.
"We will now continue with the ceremony. Will the twelve Masters please
step across our slave petitioner." Each of the men stepped across my body.
Together they read these words. "We have taken your former life away from
you and hold it with us in trust." Master Jim stepped to the table in front
of the stage and spoke.
"Masters have you taken this slaves former life from him and do you hold
it in trust?"
"We have, Dungeon Master."
"It is done then. I ring the bell." He rang a small bell.
"Close the book on his old life." He closed the bible on the table.
"Dowse the candle." He blew out the candle and everyone blew theirs out
at the same time. "This slave petitioner is dead to his former life." The
table was moved to the right side of the stage.
"I will asked the assembled Masters to cross back over our slave
petitioners body one by one." The men did and gathered on the right side of
the stage and spoke these words. "We now grant your petition. From this
day forth you will live your life in servitude to a Master or this family."
"Do you recognize this man as a slave, Masters?"
"We do, Dungeon Master!"
"It is done." He turned to the table again.
"I light the candle. I open the Book to his new life. I ring the
bell." "Arise slave and stand before your Masters." I got up with Billy and
Oscar helping me and stood with my head bowed.
"Lift your head slave and be proud to see your Masters." I did and every
one started applauding. Billy handed me my unlit candle. Master Jim
walked over with the candle he lit and lit mine. I lit Billy's and
Oscar's. They lit the twelve Master's on the stage. They went out into the
audience and lit theirs until all candles were lit. Then they returned to
the stage. This was to symbolize the importance of family unity.
"Kneel before your chosen Masters, slave." I gave my candle to Oscar and
moved in front of the twelve men on the stage and knelt.
"You will show each your love , homage, and appreciation, for granting
your petition and acknowledging that you are now a slave." I was to kiss
each one's boots and then beneath their robes they had their dick and balls
exposed so that I might kiss them in homage.
The last in line was my Dad Jake. He didn't have a robe but an old pair
of his coveralls. Didn't matter he looked hot. He had them unzipped and
ready for me. I grabbed him around the waist and held my face to his
crotch.
I kissed and licked each of his big heavy boots and found his cock and
balls waiting for me and showed them a little extra love. He was pleased
and happy for me. When I finished I was instructed to stand. I walked to
the middle of the stage and Master Jim spoke as the Dungeon Master.
"Gentlemen, slaves, friends and family I present to you our new slave."
I got a standing ovation. First one in my life. Probably the last, too.
"After our next ceremony our slave will be happy to receive and pay
homage to any Master in the house tonight. The ceremony is ended."
With that the Masters on the stage rushed to hug me and kiss me. Master
Jim asked that everyone postpone congratulations to all until after the
next ceremony. Billy grabbed me by the arm and he, Oscar and I walked out
the side door. Everyone remain seated. Master Bert met us at the
entrance.
There was Master Earl and Master Beryl waiting for us. The two Masters
walked first followed by Master Bert who led Oscar by a leash, followed by
Billy and I. The slaves were in the buff. We got to the front and we
stood behind Oscar. The two Masters stood behind Master Bert. The Dungeon
Master conducted the brief ceremony.
"To all who have gathered here we have a Master, Master Bert, who has
made a claim for our family slave Oscar. Oscar has acknowledged his claim
and comes before us to ask our permission and request our blessing to
transfer ownership from our family to Master Bert. How do you all say?"
"Aye!"
"Are there any Nays?" Silence. "Oscar, your family has found it meet
and right to give you unto Master Bert to be his property. Make your
family proud, serve your new Master well." With a kiss the ceremony was
over. Billy was a mess. I had to hold him as he cried then he held me
while I cried then we both held Oscar as he cried.
Then the confusion of the evening began. I was taken by Master Jim to
the side of the stage where I was told to kneel for any and all Masters to
pay homage to them. I must have kissed a hundred pairs of boots, dicks and
balls. It was one of the best experiences of my life. Everyone partied
until late in the night. I got a little drunk and was clinging to Master
Earl. Master Jim saw me and spoke to Earl.
"He needs to be put to bed. Would you like to stay over. We have the
end bedroom upstairs open if you want to take him up there." Master Earl
thanked him and I said goodnight to all that were left and we went
upstairs. The bed was all ready made and I helped my Master off with his
boots and leathers. I was so glad to be alone with him.
"Master I don't know if I can make it through another two months."
"Look at you, you look great. Master Jim is working you hard. You look
better than you have in your life. The worst part's over, you're now a
slave. Be happy with me tonight, slave." He was right as usual.
"You're right, Master, it's just that I miss you so damn much."
"I know you do, I miss to, too, but visitation starts next weekend and
I'll get to see you then. Hang in there Tiger, you're almost home." He
made love to his slave. Rarely did my Master ever make gentle, tender,
sweet love to me but he did that night.
He knew I had been on an emotional roller coaster and needed some down
home lovin.' He provided just what I needed. I drifted off to sleep in the
arms of the man I had committed myself too. There were no doubts in my
mind, I did the right thing.
Part III ~ All In The Family
Do not caress the lonely Manticore Do not unless your hand is gloved
Feeling alone, feeling betrayed He often bites the hand he really meant to
kiss Under his pillow he keeps Solomon's Seal And late at night he battles
with the Sphinx G. C. Menotti
There were a number of people for breakfast the next morning. Oscar was
in the kitchen with Billy cooking. I joined them to help. Master Jim came
down with Chief to have coffee. They spent the night together in Big Jim's
room. I hoped something happened but wasn't about to ask either one.
I knew neither one could keep it from me for long, especially if I paid
no attention to them at all. My lack of interest, I knew would drive
Master Jim nuts. Which is exactly what I did. I handed them each a cup of
coffee and winked at Chief. He blushed. Dirk and Allen went home for the
night but returned with sweet rolls and doughnuts. Master Sam and Yoshie
returned and were there for brunch.
Master Zack and Button stayed over and were coming downstairs. Button
ran to me and we hugged and kissed. I put him to work with the rest of us.
Being around Billy and Oscar was a big boost to Button. He fell in love
with them and they were generous with their time. Button confided in me he
wish he was smooth like Billy and Oscar. I told him to ask his Master to
consider it.
"I'm afraid to, Beau."
"He loves you Button. He would at least listen. If you asked him to
consider your request. They don't have to remove them. They can sew them
up inside you and just remove the sack and make you smooth like Billy and
Oscar."
"Okay, Beau, I will. I trust you and. I love you, Beau."
"I know you do, Little Brother and I will always love you, too."
Oscar was getting everything ready. Beryl and Blaine came up from the
dungeon. They looked like they fucked half the night. Sam's nickname for
Big Beryl of horny old goat, seemed to fit. Beryl was certainly a lovable
and good looking horny old goat. I was happy for him and Blaine that they
were finding renewed vigor in their relationship. Blaine washed his hands
and started helping with breakfast.
General Oscar could use all the help he could get. I again
congratulated him, he smiled, blushed and thanked me for standing with him.
Billy was better this morning but had his hands all over me. He told me
how great he thought I was looking and was looking forward to my weekend
with Master Bert.
I was in a mellow mood because my Master could be with me a while longer
and I could rest up for Monday. We finally got breakfast ready and served.
Everyone went out under the tree to the big table. Master Beryl stood.
"To our new slave and new Master and his slave, welcome, to our family.
As the old saying goes: We haven't lost a good slave we have gained a good
Master. Last night we gained a wonderful new slave and a wonderful new
Master. We are the richer for them."
"Here! Here!" Glasses clinking all around. Master Earl was sitting
next to me and we were talking quietly.
"Do you know anything about this 'Master Bear', Beau?"
"No, Sir, I don't. I've overheard Master Jim speaking to Master Jeb
about him but he doesn't know him either." Master Bert overheard us and
said he knew him well.
"He's an enormous bear of a man, great body, well endowed, and wealthy.
He has several slaves but is looking for a special slave to be his number
one and be over the others. He's a strict disciplinarian and won't
tolerate any nonsense from his slaves; however, he's also a fair and loving
man. I don't know how he found out about Beau because we didn't tell him.
I hadn't seen him in several years until recently. He was wearing a full
sculpted leather hood that fit over his head and he wouldn't remove it."
"Where does he come from?" I asked.
"He has a mansion in the desert near Twenty-Nine Palms. It's a
beautiful place, private and secluded. He also goes by the name Captain
Fantastic. Have you heard that name?" None of us had, except Billy and
Oscar. Master Earl raised an eyebrow and looked at Billy.
"How long have you known him, Billy?"
"Ten, maybe fifteen years. Yeah, more like fifteen. He was a friend of
George's. We use to socialize for a number of years. When George died I
didn't hear from him until recently. He was a drop dead, handsome man.
A number of years ago he was in a fire. He rushed into the fire to save
one of his slaves and, as I understand, his face was badly burned. He
wears a full leather hood in public every where he goes because of the
disfigurement.
To compensate he worked his body almost to perfection and is buffed out
to the max. He's going through extensive reconstructive surgery and
doesn't want anyone to see him until it's done. The hood is remarkable
'cause it fits so well you just think your talking to a black man."
I looked at Master Earl and he shrugged like, "I don't know what to
think." Didn't seem to be any mystery to him. Neither Master Earl or
Master Jim had heard of the man. Master Sam joined us and heard bits of
the conversation. Yoshie was across from me and smiled.
"You guys talking about the Captain?" Asked Yoshie.
"Yeah!" said Master Earl.
"The guy they call Captain Fantastic?" Asked Sam.
"Yeah." said Oscar, "Do you know him Master Sam?"
"Yeah! I use to ride with him and some other guys. He wasn't wealthy
then, although he always had money and was generous to a fault. Paid for
an engine over hall for me in Mobile, Alabama one time when I didn't have
enough to cover it.
Told me to pay him when I could. I repaid him plus interest about a
year later. He's a good man. One of the finest. Heard he got disfigured
in a fire about three years ago. I introduced him to Yoshie about a year
ago, wasn't it Yoshie?"
"Yes, Dad. We were on the Pike's Peak run and we kept seeing this big
guy ride by on a Harley and he'd wave. He had a leather hood on and you
didn't recognize him."
"When he stuck out his hand and spoke to me, I knew from his voice who
he was. He must of been burned pretty badly to wear that hood everywhere.
It fits him perfectly. Whoever made it is a fine leather craftsman. I'd
love to have one like it. For display purposes only, you understand?"
"Yeah, sure Dad, they understand." Yoshie said laughing. Everyone else
laughed.
"Why do they call him Captain Fantastic?" I asked innocently.
"Thank you, God!" Sam said looking up to heaven, "I just knew you'd ask
that question. Now, give me your best guess."
"Oh!" I said.
"It's unbelievable." said Sam "There's a rubber husband on the market
that was made from a plaster mold of his dick."
"Yes, Dad and..." urged Yoshie.
"Well, we just happen to have one,... for display purposes only of
course."
"Of course, Master Sam." I said drily. "We certainly understand."
Everyone whooped and roared with laughter at Sam.
"Be honest, Dad,..." Yoshie goaded him
"Well, we may have played around with it a couple of times."
"A couple of times?" said Yoshie "Will you give me a quarter for every
time you've had that thing up my ass?" Everyone was falling out at Yoshie.
He was funny.
"Now, slave." Sam jokingly scolded Yoshie. "Damn, I can't take him
anywhere." Everyone continued to laugh.
"You gonna' spent a weekend with him, Beau?" Yoshie asked.
"Rumor has it, Yoshie."
" Remember our secret pact, Beau."
"I remember."
"I'm the first one you call when you get back."
"Right Tiger." Everyone was laughing. Master Earl wasn't. I wanted
desperately to change the subject.
"Is your Dad still doing those exquisite acrylic sculptures, Yoshie?"
"Yes, he just finished a chess set that's being presented to the Mayor
of Los Angeles for his birthday next month."
"Does he ever do commissions for people?"
"What, you want an acrylic dong toy for your Master to use on you?" Sam
joked.
"Believe me Sam, he doesn't need any more toys. Besides, the real thing
is more than okay with me.
"I need to show you something in my cell in the dungeon, Yoshie?"
"Why don't you bring it out and show it to your family, Son. We're
finished with brunch and I know everyone here would love and appreciate the
story." urged Master Jim.
"Well, my Master hasn't seen it nor does he know about it. Is that an
order Dungeon Master?"
"No, Son, we discussed it and you know my feelings. I don't think you
have a damn thing to feel bad about. It's a loving story. A bit bizarre
and funny but touching and loving. Share it with your family. Let them be
the judges."
"You're right, Master Jim. I'll get it. May I be excused for a moment,
Master Earl."
"Of course, slave, hurry back." I left to get Josh Cochran's cock.
"Gentlemen, the night he told me this story I couldn't believe it but
it's a true story. You know how thoughtful he can be and how somethings
rip him a new ass hole emotionally, well this is one's for the books. I
told him what he did was not to be considered perverted but very loving.
You be the judge, here he comes."
I handed my box to my Master and he started to open it.
"Please, Master Earl, don't open it yet. Let him tell his story." the
Dungeon Master gently requested. I started to tell the story of Josh
Cochran and how I had tried to get six surgeons to reattach his dick. I
told of my frustration when they all refused to even try. I was crying at
that point and had to stop.
"I heard this story in Nam and dismissed it as a rumor. My God, Beau,
that really happened?" Chief asked.
"I knew Josh Cochran, well. We went through OTS together and we were
shipped to Nam at the same time. Holy Shit, Beau." said Blaine.
"The horrible part was, I was so angry and pissed because of the
arrogant indifference of the doctors I knew I had to do something for him,
my memory of his strength, his understanding and patient acceptance of a
living nightmare, all because of the innate human programming to survive,
to continue living. I didn't want the man's cock to go without love one
last time.
I pulled two rubbers over it, tied them off with a string, KY'd my ass
good and shoved it as deep in my butt as I could get it. Then I went and
fucked the devil out of Wes. He told me he didn't know what got into me
but it was the best fuck I ever gave him. I thought, "If you only knew."
Everyone was rolling on the ground laughing at me but I didn't mean it
to be funny. Then I
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Bharati went to office and in the lunchtime she joined all her female
colleagues and opened her tiffin to be shared with them. The feeling that
these women were to taste her son's spunk and the female juice made her
pussy wet and she was rubbing her thighs to quench her thirst for lust.
All started to eat and some ladies felt the taste nice and ate hungrily
from Bharati's tiffin. Bharati was happy to see this. " Hey you liked
what I prepared? Its special preparation and I am not going to tell you
the secret." Bharati said. "It tastes Wonderful Bharati! Tell us what you
added to spice it. We too can try the spice." Shanti said. Bharati smiled
to herself thinking of the morning session of family fucking and all the
spunk she had mixed in the spicy preparation. " No! I can't tell you
that. It's my secret. But you can guess and tell me. The one who tells me
correctly will get a special reward." Shanti looked at Bharati and smiled,
" I know what you added to it Bharati. But I can't tell it in front of
all. This will spoil your secret and make it public. SO let me tell this
to you secretly." Shanti got up and whispered in Bharati's ear, " Hey you
have added male spunk right? And I can tell you that from the peculiar
smell and taste. Don't be embarrassed, as I will keep this a secret. BUT
you should tell me frankly who the lucky guy is." Bharati was shocked but
smiled at others saying, "Shanti is right and she has won. Tell me what
present I should give you?" " I want the spice you have added to your
preparation. Can you give me?" " Yes I can. Its very precious thing and
you should keep it to yourself. Come to my house at 8.0 Pm on Saturday and
I shall give it to you OK?" "OK I will come to collect it from your house.
But don't turn me down. Should I bring some of my spice too?" Shanti
asked. Bharati said, "you are welcome to bring anybody with the `spice'.
it was decided that Shanti will bring her son who had the spice they
wanted.. After the lunch break, Bharati tried to search Shanti but she was
not visible anywhere. She went to ladies toilet and found Shanti combing
her hair. Bharati went to her and asked her how she knew it was male
spunk. Shanti said, " Ohhhhh! I have tasted some males and I know what
kind of taste the come has. And to tell you the truth, I drink my son's
come daily and that has helped me to look so cheerful. Tell me is that
your own son whose spunk we tasted in your lunch?" "Yes! I won't hide it
from you dear. But let's keep it secret shall we?" " Ohh Yes it's a
promise! But let's meet today ok?" Bharati smiled and went to toilet for
piss, followed by Shanti. Both the women lifted their saris and squatted
in front of each other ready to piss. Bharati looked at Shanti's cunt and
saw stream of yellow piss spray through the tiny aperture onto the floor.
She was hot watching this and herself pissed in front of Shanti. Shanti
was bold and put her hand on Bharati's cunt and felt the hot piss running
on her palms. Bharati was surprised at this and she too felt Shanti
pissing. Both the women licked each others hands and tasted the salty
fluid. Then Shanti asked Bharati to stand and squatted near her feet with
her mouth buried in Bharati's choot. " Ohhhhhhhhh Shanti! Lick my cunt!
Ohh God! I want you to make me come! Ohh Slut you made me hot today and
now you have to suck me dry. Come on suck my cunt! Ohh Godddd! Yessssss
push your tongue in there baby! Yesssssssss! Ahhhhh! I want your son to
fuck me. Bring him to me! ohh ! The sluts we are! Aaaarrrhhhhhh Ahhhhhh
Ohhhhh!" Shanti slurped on Bharati's choot and drank all the cunt juice she
could. Some juice was runing down Bharati's thighs and shanti rubbed her
boobs over the slimy liquid and wiped it. Bharati felt the soft boobs of
her friend rubbing on her thighs and came with the sensation. " Ohhhhhhh!
I ammmm cccomminggggggggg! Ohh your boobs feel soo nice on my thighs! Ohh
Godddd! Commminnnnnngggnnng!" And Bharati's body stiffened and then
relaxed completely and Shanti had to hold her from falling. Shanti made
Bharati lay on the floor, totally relaxed and herself frigged her own cunt
with all the four fingers of her hand. She rubbed her clit violently and
then got on top of Bharati and rubbed her cunt over hers. After some
struggle Shanti came and both the women collapsed in each other's arms.
When they got back to their senses, they found that they were lying on the
toilet floor! They hurried and got back to normal and left for their work.
In the evening Bharati told the incidence to her son and he was very much
excited by this and fucked his mother with his aroused cock. He loved this
and wanted to meet Shanti and her son. In the night during the dinner
Bharati told this to both Bhanu and Bindu. They too were eager to
participate in the fore coming ORGY and they all discussed what all they
could do with Shanti and her son. Kartik said that he will bring his
cousin brother( son of Bharati's brother), Murali on that day so that there
will be at least three young cocks for the four ladies. On Saturday they
were ready for the big night to come. The sisters had shaved their cunts
and they trimmed the hair from Kartik's groin. Kartik had invited Murali
and he had promised to come on some pretax. By 830 all the guests arrived
and Bharati greeted the mother and son. Shanti was about 43, 5' 4" tall.
Her Boobs were about 40 D and they sagged a bit. She had nice Black eyes
and looked sexy for her age. Her ass was plumpy 38 number and she wore her
pink sari just below her belly button, showing off her creamy belly. Her
boobs were peeping out of her low cut blouse. No wonder her son, Ravikant
fell for this lady who was his own mother. Ravikant was 19 yr old skinny
lad with sharp features and yes he had a long and thin cock, 8 inch long
and 31/2 inch in circumferance. This was going to be his first time with
such a big group of other family. As I had already told, Murali too had
arrived on time. They all were chatting on different issues and waiting
for the ice to be broken. This was done by Shanti. She opened her bag and
offered some salad that was mixed with the come of her son. The boys
smiled and asked Shanti to introduce her son to them. Shanti knew how to
do this and she called her son Ravikant and removed his pants to introduce
his cock to all the family. His cock was hard as his mother fondled it
teasingly and when it was all grown up to 8 inches, she held it in her
fist, smiling wickedly. " So as you all can see, this is my son Ravikant
and what I am holding in my fist is his cock. I want to introduce his cock
today to all of you and hope you will all enjoy this. See this, he has two
moles on the cock head and that's the reason he is MOTHERFUCKER. I helped
him grow it to this size. I used to rub his cock since he was a child and
gave scientific massage to it. So you can see its solid 8 inches and he
comes at his will. He can fuck for hours together without loosing
hardness. SO that's all. Now I want you all to welcome him to your family
while Bharati introduces her son and nephew." Both the sisters Bhanu and
Bindu kneeled in front of Ravikant and grabbed his cock. Bhanu took all
the 8 inches of meat in her expert mouth and Bindu tried to swallow those
hanging balls filled with come. it was really big affair for Bhanu and she
had to move her mouth around the big cock in order to suck it down her
throat. Ravikant was moaning with pleasure as the two bitches in heat were
working out on his penis. His hips moved in fucking motion and he looked
at his mother smilingly. Shanti said, " Come on my son! Fuck that
beautiful mouth with the big rod of yours. Ohhhhhhhh! He is such a dear!
Come on Bharati bring those studs of yours here and let me see their cocks.
Ohhh I am dying to get them in my holes!" Bharati undressed her son and
Brothers son to show Shanti their cocks and Shanti was overjoyed to see the
two hard and throbbing cocks. She undressed and asked the kids to fuck her
there and then. Kartik grabbed Shanti's tits and pulled at then making
Shanti stand on her feet. Kartik went behind her and grabbed her ass
cheeks, sinking his fingers in the soft flesh. Both the cocks were ready
to fuck the middle-aged woman and Kartik bent and thrust his cock in the
pussy of Shanti in standing position. Shanti lowered her body in order to
accommodate him and Murali took this opportunity to place his cock at her
asshole. Shanti was overjoyed at the touch of two hard cocks on her holes
and stated to hump her body to accommodate them. Kartik entered her cunt
easily but Murali could not push his cock in the dry opening of her ass.
Bharati came to their help and spat on Murali's cock making it shine with
her saliva. She also licked Shanti's bum hole and made it slippery with
spit. Murali thrust his cock in Shanti's well-lubricated asshole and his
cock went in easily. Shanti had two cocks, one in her cunt and the other
in her asshole. the two kids were fucking her holes and watched their
aunts sucking the cock of Ravikant. Bharati was left alone and she stood
up and joined Shanti to increase the pleasure of threesome. Bharati kissed
Shanti from the side and caught her fleshy boobs in her hands, kneading
them and pulling at the nipples. Bhanu was now deep-throating Ravikant and
Bindu was chewing his balls. Both the women were fingering their cunt
feverishly and needed a big cock in them. Bindu slapped Bhanu and asked
her to give her the cock but Bhanu was busy sucking it. Seeing this Bindu
got up and brought two big sized cucumbers and one she handed over to
Bharati and the other she pushed in her own cunt. Bharati asked Bindu to
join her and both the women lay ass to ass with the fruits fucking their
cunts. Shanti watched this, " Ohhhhhhh! My friend needs big cocks in
their cunts! Ohh how I wish there were more cocks here! Let me finish
with your son and nephew Bharati! I will love to see you taking these
cocks in your holes. Till then fuck those cucumbers! Come on shove them
in! fuck it!" The show Bharati and Bindu were putting was erotic and Bhanu
too spat out the cock of Ravikumar and then straddled him, taking his cock
all the way up her cunt. Shanti was in lust with the two stud cocks
berried deep within he holes. She was dancing on the cocks and fucking
them. Kartik and Murali could not withhold for longer and they came in
Shanti's holes, filling the cum hungry slut with the young come. Shanti
came violently and held Kartik tightly in her powerful arms. Ravikumar too
came in the cunt of Bhanu and all the fuckers collapsed on the floor with
their limbs entangled. Bharati and Bindu pushed the cucumbers deep in
their cunts and moved their asses as they too came. Everybody was
satisfied and lay panting thinking of next evil for their enjoyment. Then
the women decided to put on a show to make the kids hard again. Next in
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Bharati went to office and in the lunchtime she joined all her female
colleagues and opened her tiffin to be shared with them. The feeling that
these women were to taste her son's spunk and the female juice made her
pussy wet and she was rubbing her thighs to quench her thirst for lust.
All started to eat and some ladies felt the taste nice and ate hungrily
from Bharati's tiffin. Bharati was happy to see this. " Hey you liked
what I prepared? Its special preparation and I am not going to tell you
the secret." Bharati said. "It tastes Wonderful Bharati! Tell us what you
added to spice it. We too can try the spice." Shanti said. Bharati smiled
to herself thinking of the morning session of family fucking and all the
spunk she had mixed in the spicy preparation. " No! I can't tell you
that. It's my secret. But you can guess and tell me. The one who tells me
correctly will get a special reward." Shanti looked at Bharati and smiled,
" I know what you added to it Bharati. But I can't tell it in front of
all. This will spoil your secret and make it public. SO let me tell this
to you secretly." Shanti got up and whispered in Bharati's ear, " Hey you
have added male spunk right? And I can tell you that from the peculiar
smell and taste. Don't be embarrassed, as I will keep this a secret. BUT
you should tell me frankly who the lucky guy is." Bharati was shocked but
smiled at others saying, "Shanti is right and she has won. Tell me what
present I should give you?" " I want the spice you have added to your
preparation. Can you give me?" " Yes I can. Its very precious thing and
you should keep it to yourself. Come to my house at 8.0 Pm on Saturday and
I shall give it to you OK?" "OK I will come to collect it from your house.
But don't turn me down. Should I bring some of my spice too?" Shanti
asked. Bharati said, "you are welcome to bring anybody with the `spice'.
it was decided that Shanti will bring her son who had the spice they
wanted.. After the lunch break, Bharati tried to search Shanti but she was
not visible anywhere. She went to ladies toilet and found Shanti combing
her hair. Bharati went to her and asked her how she knew it was male
spunk. Shanti said, " Ohhhhh! I have tasted some males and I know what
kind of taste the come has. And to tell you the truth, I drink my son's
come daily and that has helped me to look so cheerful. Tell me is that
your own son whose spunk we tasted in your lunch?" "Yes! I won't hide it
from you dear. But let's keep it secret shall we?" " Ohh Yes it's a
promise! But let's meet today ok?" Bharati smiled and went to toilet for
piss, followed by Shanti. Both the women lifted their saris and squatted
in front of each other ready to piss. Bharati looked at Shanti's cunt and
saw stream of yellow piss spray through the tiny aperture onto the floor.
She was hot watching this and herself pissed in front of Shanti. Shanti
was bold and put her hand on Bharati's cunt and felt the hot piss running
on her palms. Bharati was surprised at this and she too felt Shanti
pissing. Both the women licked each others hands and tasted the salty
fluid. Then Shanti asked Bharati to stand and squatted near her feet with
her mouth buried in Bharati's choot. " Ohhhhhhhhh Shanti! Lick my cunt!
Ohh God! I want you to make me come! Ohh Slut you made me hot today and
now you have to suck me dry. Come on suck my cunt! Ohh Godddd! Yessssss
push your tongue in there baby! Yesssssssss! Ahhhhh! I want your son to
fuck me. Bring him to me! ohh ! The sluts we are! Aaaarrrhhhhhh Ahhhhhh
Ohhhhh!" Shanti slurped on Bharati's choot and drank all the cunt juice she
could. Some juice was runing down Bharati's thighs and shanti rubbed her
boobs over the slimy liquid and wiped it. Bharati felt the soft boobs of
her friend rubbing on her thighs and came with the sensation. " Ohhhhhhh!
I ammmm cccomminggggggggg! Ohh your boobs feel soo nice on my thighs! Ohh
Godddd! Commminnnnnngggnnng!" And Bharati's body stiffened and then
relaxed completely and Shanti had to hold her from falling. Shanti made
Bharati lay on the floor, totally relaxed and herself frigged her own cunt
with all the four fingers of her hand. She rubbed her clit violently and
then got on top of Bharati and rubbed her cunt over hers. After some
struggle Shanti came and both the women collapsed in each other's arms.
When they got back to their senses, they found that they were lying on the
toilet floor! They hurried and got back to normal and left for their work.
In the evening Bharati told the incidence to her son and he was very much
excited by this and fucked his mother with his aroused cock. He loved this
and wanted to meet Shanti and her son. In the night during the dinner
Bharati told this to both Bhanu and Bindu. They too were eager to
participate in the fore coming ORGY and they all discussed what all they
could do with Shanti and her son. Kartik said that he will bring his
cousin brother( son of Bharati's brother), Murali on that day so that there
will be at least three young cocks for the four ladies. On Saturday they
were ready for the big night to come. The sisters had shaved their cunts
and they trimmed the hair from Kartik's groin. Kartik had invited Murali
and he had promised to come on some pretax. By 830 all the guests arrived
and Bharati greeted the mother and son. Shanti was about 43, 5' 4" tall.
Her Boobs were about 40 D and they sagged a bit. She had nice Black eyes
and looked sexy for her age. Her ass was plumpy 38 number and she wore her
pink sari just below her belly button, showing off her creamy belly. Her
boobs were peeping out of her low cut blouse. No wonder her son, Ravikant
fell for this lady who was his own mother. Ravikant was 19 yr old skinny
lad with sharp features and yes he had a long and thin cock, 8 inch long
and 31/2 inch in circumferance. This was going to be his first time with
such a big group of other family. As I had already told, Murali too had
arrived on time. They all were chatting on different issues and waiting
for the ice to be broken. This was done by Shanti. She opened her bag and
offered some salad that was mixed with the come of her son. The boys
smiled and asked Shanti to introduce her son to them. Shanti knew how to
do this and she called her son Ravikant and removed his pants to introduce
his cock to all the family. His cock was hard as his mother fondled it
teasingly and when it was all grown up to 8 inches, she held it in her
fist, smiling wickedly. " So as you all can see, this is my son Ravikant
and what I am holding in my fist is his cock. I want to introduce his cock
today to all of you and hope you will all enjoy this. See this, he has two
moles on the cock head and that's the reason he is MOTHERFUCKER. I helped
him grow it to this size. I used to rub his cock since he was a child and
gave scientific massage to it. So you can see its solid 8 inches and he
comes at his will. He can fuck for hours together without loosing
hardness. SO that's all. Now I want you all to welcome him to your family
while Bharati introduces her son and nephew." Both the sisters Bhanu and
Bindu kneeled in front of Ravikant and grabbed his cock. Bhanu took all
the 8 inches of meat in her expert mouth and Bindu tried to swallow those
hanging balls filled with come. it was really big affair for Bhanu and she
had to move her mouth around the big cock in order to suck it down her
throat. Ravikant was moaning with pleasure as the two bitches in heat were
working out on his penis. His hips moved in fucking motion and he looked
at his mother smilingly. Shanti said, " Come on my son! Fuck that
beautiful mouth with the big rod of yours. Ohhhhhhhh! He is such a dear!
Come on Bharati bring those studs of yours here and let me see their cocks.
Ohhh I am dying to get them in my holes!" Bharati undressed her son and
Brothers son to show Shanti their cocks and Shanti was overjoyed to see the
two hard and throbbing cocks. She undressed and asked the kids to fuck her
there and then. Kartik grabbed Shanti's tits and pulled at then making
Shanti stand on her feet. Kartik went behind her and grabbed her ass
cheeks, sinking his fingers in the soft flesh. Both the cocks were ready
to fuck the middle-aged woman and Kartik bent and thrust his cock in the
pussy of Shanti in standing position. Shanti lowered her body in order to
accommodate him and Murali took this opportunity to place his cock at her
asshole. Shanti was overjoyed at the touch of two hard cocks on her holes
and stated to hump her body to accommodate them. Kartik entered her cunt
easily but Murali could not push his cock in the dry opening of her ass.
Bharati came to their help and spat on Murali's cock making it shine with
her saliva. She also licked Shanti's bum hole and made it slippery with
spit. Murali thrust his cock in Shanti's well-lubricated asshole and his
cock went in easily. Shanti had two cocks, one in her cunt and the other
in her asshole. the two kids were fucking her holes and watched their
aunts sucking the cock of Ravikant. Bharati was left alone and she stood
up and joined Shanti to increase the pleasure of threesome. Bharati kissed
Shanti from the side and caught her fleshy boobs in her hands, kneading
them and pulling at the nipples. Bhanu was now deep-throating Ravikant and
Bindu was chewing his balls. Both the women were fingering their cunt
feverishly and needed a big cock in them. Bindu slapped Bhanu and asked
her to give her the cock but Bhanu was busy sucking it. Seeing this Bindu
got up and brought two big sized cucumbers and one she handed over to
Bharati and the other she pushed in her own cunt. Bharati asked Bindu to
join her and both the women lay ass to ass with the fruits fucking their
cunts. Shanti watched this, " Ohhhhhhh! My friend needs big cocks in
their cunts! Ohh how I wish there were more cocks here! Let me finish
with your son and nephew Bharati! I will love to see you taking these
cocks in your holes. Till then fuck those cucumbers! Come on shove them
in! fuck it!" The show Bharati and Bindu were putting was erotic and Bhanu
too spat out the cock of Ravikumar and then straddled him, taking his cock
all the way up her cunt. Shanti was in lust with the two stud cocks
berried deep within he holes. She was dancing on the cocks and fucking
them. Kartik and Murali could not withhold for longer and they came in
Shanti's holes, filling the cum hungry slut with the young come. Shanti
came violently and held Kartik tightly in her powerful arms. Ravikumar too
came in the cunt of Bhanu and all the fuckers collapsed on the floor with
their limbs entangled. Bharati and Bindu pushed the cucumbers deep in
their cunts and moved their asses as they too came. Everybody was
satisfied and lay panting thinking of next evil for their enjoyment. Then
the women decided to put on a show to make the kids hard again. Next in
Chapter VI
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