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THE TIES THAT BIND By Waddie Greywolf





CHAPTER 17 ~ GOODBYE YELLOW BRICK ROAD





Part I ~ Prince Of The Yavapie

The brave saw a skin walker on the mesa drifting down so lowly, He
removed his breach to expose himself unto the loathsome witch, She watched
the fullness of his manhood as he danced 'round slowly, He held her gaze
until he grabbed her throat and killed the wicked bitch! Canto 12 ~ Slave's
Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous

Master Earl woke up at his usual time; although, I insisted he sleep in.
He had coffee and coffee cake for us. I was ready in an instant after he
plugged my rear. We sat and drank our coffee; enjoying the morning, not
saying much.

"How long will we be visited by Wes?" Master asked quietly.

"He'll depart after I'm sold, Master."

"Did he tell you that?"

"No, Sir, I just know. I don't know how nor why, but I do."

"I believe you." He replied. "I should by now, you've never lied to me
and I don't think you ever will."



"I won't, Master, when you lie it's harder to remember what you've told
someone so you won't trip yourself up. It's much easier to tell the truth.
I guess I'm lazy in that respect. It's just too damn much work to lie." We
both laughed.

"You've got to move by the weekend. Monday's the first. Do you need my
help?"

"I'm going to ask dad if he'll throw my stuff in the back of his old
truck and follow me to Mount Washington one night this week. I only have a
trunk full of stuff left that he and I can manage easily; a few clothes,
mostly coveralls for work and my leathers. Then I'll ride back over here
to be with you if it's all right."

"Of course it is, I'd like to spend as much time with you as I can until
next Monday."

"Me, too, Master, I plan to spend all week and weekend with you. I
really appreciate you wanting to be alone with me next weekend. It means a
lot."

"Not only for you, Son, but for your Master, too." he smiled. "You have
such a strong, winning personality that I sometime get lost in the
backwaters of your draft. Jeb's right, you need a strong Master who isn't
going to be intimidated by your personality. Guess who that's gonna' be,
Son?" he said with a twinkle in his eye.

"I can only pray to the Great Spirit it's going to be you, Master Earl.
I love you so much, I can't imagine..." He grabbed me in his big arms and
held me close.

"There, there, don't even let thoughts like that enter your head. Wes
hasn't brought us this far to stop keeping watch over us. You're going to
be my slave, my property. I will own you. No one but God can separate us
then. Now, get your pretty ass off to work and earn your Master some
money, Mr. Shop Foreman." he chuckled with pride in his voice.

He kissed me goodbye and I was out the door to crank my beast. It
seemed strange going down the hill alone but I was glad my Master had a day
to rest. He would be there when I came home this evening. I needed to
stop by my place this evening to check my mail and feed Puss. I hope Chris
wants her. Don't know what I'll do if he doesn't.

I all ready gave most of my stuff away. I didn't have a TV or Stereo. A
few books I gave away. Bits and pieces of furniture I was going to leave
for the next tenant. I'd found an old hump-back trunk in a thrift store
and cleaned it up. It contained all my treasures I didn't want to get rid
of.

There wasn't a lot of personal things left. The things I wanted to keep
filled about a third of the trunk. Dad and I could easily carry it. I
pulled up behind Sam as he was unlocking the gate. He raised his hand,
waved and then drove his truck in. I followed and parked my bike next to
his truck.

"How are you this morning, young man?" Sam said in good spirits.

"Ready for a new day, Boss." He laughed at my eagerness.

"By the way, Boss, I'm in love with your nephew." He laughed again.

"Well, the two of you will have to work that out because he said the
exact same words about you. He wanted to know if he could go through
training again with you. He knows he can't but I thought it was a sweet
sentiment."

"Certainly was." I replied. "and, by the way, my good Master, you
looked so hot in your leathers I thought I was gonna' make a fool of
myself." Sam laughed all the more.

"Thank you, slave-boy, it's nice for an old man to hear a younger man
say that. Speaking of old men, here comes your dad." Sam laughed, "By the
way, Beau, if you want to leave your bike in our garage we'll be happy to
store it for you. We have plenty of room."

"Thanks, Boss, I'll talk to Master Earl this evening. I'd like to leave
it with you and Yoshie."

"Hey guys, what's up? You two have a good weekend?" Dad was all smiles.
Sam and I nodded 'yes' we had a good weekend and Sam winked at me. I
laughed and dad didn't get the joke.

Monday was a busy day. We interviewed six people for the job left open
by firing Tom. The final applicant Sam brought to me, himself, with a huge
grin on his face.

The man was stunningly handsome. He was tall with dark ruddy skin, high
cheek bones and piercing steel grey eyes. He was bigger than me physically
and proportioned about the same as Master Earl. He even moved like Master
Earl and his hair was cut exactly the same way in a squared away flat top.
He seemed humble and genteel. He wore the most beautiful pair of Western
boots I'd seen in a long time and had the rolling gait of a seasoned
cowboy.

"Jim, I'd like to you meet our foreman, Mr. Beau James. Beau this is
Mr. James Redfeather." I took his hand and shook it as his eyes looked
long and deep into my soul. Sam could see my face immediately drained of
blood.

I know I predicted this in the card but I was totally unprepared. Jim
had the same hyper-masculine aura my Master exudes and I felt like a little
boy about to interview a grown man. Sam was having a ball laughing at me.
Poor Jim Redfeather had no idea what the hell was going on.

"Good to meet'cha, Mr. Redfeather. Thanks, Boss, for bringing him
around. Would you like to stay for his interview?"

"No, Jake and I have all ready interviewed him. This is part of your
job now and I'll go along with the applicant you choose. After all, you're
the one who has to work with whomever you choose." Sam winked and smiled at
me like there was no doubt in his mind who I was going to choose. I tried
to smile back and only embarrassed myself by giggling. Sam walked away
from us laughing to himself.

"Won't you sit down, Mr. Redfeather,..."

"Please, call me Jim, Mr. James."

"If you'll call me, Beau?"

"Certainly, Beau." he said as he smiled with a row of perfect teeth and
sat in the folding chair next to me. He sat with his knee pressed into my
leg just behind my knee. I didn't move nor flinch. He did move either.

"I don't think I need to look over your application. I know you're the
most qualified for the job, but let me take a quick look." I looked over
his application while he sat next to me with his knee still pressing into
my leg. My dick started getting erect.

I pretended to look over his application but all I could see was his
handsome boots and wanted my tongue on them in the worst way. I didn't
know if I was going to be able to complete the interview my tongue had
grown as hard as my dick.

"I was right, Jim. You do have more experience than the other
applicants."

"What's going on here, Beau? This has to be the strangest interview
I've ever had. In my interview with your two bosses, I knew Mr. Jenkins
liked me but Mr. Raggazzi was kind a' so-so. How could you know I was
more qualified than the rest of the men applying for this job? You never
met me before or have we...? There's something about you that's very
familiar."

"Yeah, okay,... I feel it, too, Jim. You wouldn't believe me if I told
you how I knew. Then again,---you being native American, you just might. I
read the tarot cards yesterday afternoon at a pool party for my boss, Sam.
I told him I saw in the cards our new employee would be a native American
and he would be the most qualified for the position."

"Yes, you're right, I would believe you. What time yesterday?"

"Shortly before the sun began to set. About seven-thirty, I guess."

"At that time I was laying across my bed trying to figure out what to
wear to the interview; a voice came to me and told me to wear these boots
and I would get the job. Is there a connection?"

"Ooooh, yes, Jim, there certainly is." I smiled and laughed, "There's
more the cards told me but it wouldn't be appropriate for me to tell you
right now."

Jim did have a lot of experience but was soft spoken and didn't make the
impression the other guys did. I understood why dad might not care for him
but knew Sam would be the major vote.

Jim had my number from the start. I kept praying he wouldn't notice me
stealing looks at his boots. He never moved his knee and only moved it a
bit to let me know he knew his contact was turning me on big time. God
knows, I tried to keep my interview business like and professional but I
couldn't help wonder what he would look like with only a breach cloth, his
body and face painted with brightly colored war paint, on the back of a big
black stallion as he rode into my white settlement to kidnap me, carry me
away, to make me his sex slave for life.

Hell, he could have my scalp for his belt, just rape the holy shit out
a' me first. I somehow felt if there was an Indian alive today that could
pull that fantasy off, it would be him. He strummed a chord in my heart
and I knew I did the same with him. When we finished the interview he
looked me in the eye and asked,

"Even if I don't get the job, could we get together for coffee or a
drink some evening? You have my home phone number. Call anytime. Thanks
for the interview, I've never felt more comfortable being interviewed for a
job." He took my hand and wouldn't let it go as he continued to press his
knee into my leg. I watched him look down at my crotch and see my
erection. He smiled as he looked into my eyes.

"Well, Jim, I may not have the final say but you've got my vote and,
yes, even if it doesn't work out I'll give you a call. I'd like to know
you better. I feel as if I all ready know you but I don't know why."

"Yeah, I have the same feeling like I've known you before. Sort of deja
vu." Replied Jim Redfeather.

"I have a leave of absence of four months starting this Friday so while
I'm gone you'll be under my dad, Mr. Raggazzi, until I get back."

"Your dad? Mr. Raggazzi's your dad?"

"Yeah, sort of. He taught me everything I know about working on these
big trucks and he thinks of me as his son."

"Oh, I see..."

"Perhaps you don't but I'll explain later."

"Why a leave of absence, Beau?"

"Well, Jim, I have three months of training coming up."

"What kind of training, Beau?"

"Could I answer all your questions, later, when I call?"

"Sure, Beau, I didn't mean to pry...it's just...!"

"Stop, Jim, I understand and I feel the same. I'll tell you whatever
you want to know."

"Well, I'm not one to beat around the bush, Beau. It may sound forward
under the circumstances and I mean no disrespect but I want you." I was
flattered but stunned by his boldness.

"No disrespect taken Jim and 'yes' it is very forward in a job interview
to tell your perspective boss you want him; however, something has passed
between us, don't know exactly what, but you need to know some things about
me first.

I'll call you this evening and explain. I promise I'll call and don't
worry, if I can swing it, you've got the job. If I have to train a new man
he might as well be a good looking hunk. Besides, you have more than
enough qualifications in all areas." I smiled knowingly at him.



"Beau, at this point, I don't give a shit about the job but I do care if
you call or not. There's something between you and me that we need to find
out about. I won't rest until I do. I'll count on it. Don't let me
down."

"I won't, Jim, trust me."

"I will. Somehow, I know I can but don't get me wrong, I want the job
very much. You won't be sorry if you decide to hire me."

We shook hands and said our goodbyes.



Sam wanted a decision by noon. I went in with dad to talk to Sam. Dad
liked an older man that didn't have nearly as much experience as Jim
Redfeather.

"Who's the lucky man, Gentlemen?" Dad went off on the person he liked
and I didn't say anything. I didn't want to undermine his choice.

"You're awfully quiet, Mr. shop foreman."

"Dad, has some good points about his man. I don't want to go against
who he wants. He's probably the better judge of workers than I am."

"Well, you don't have to tell me who you'd pick, Son, I know. You might
say it was written in the cards." Sam smiled and winked at me, "Now, Jake,
when you were foreman I always gave you final say about who you chose to
work here; however, Beau is foreman now and that right falls to him. He
won't go against you because he loves you." Dad looked shocked at Sam's
blatant words.

"It's all right, Jake, I love him, too. This one should be his call.
Knowing him like I do, I know he's picked Jim Redfeather to work with,
right Beau?"

"Yes, Sir, Boss." Dad got a big grin on his face.

"You're right, Sam, it should be his call. I had my head up my butt
thinking about being temporary foreman for another three months. I can
work with the Chief."

"Good, then we'll hire James Redfeather and I better not ever here you
call him Chief, Jake, unless he is one." Sam walked off laughing.

Dad wasn't upset as I thought he might be. He took it in stride and
even apologized for trying to take over my job.

"I didn't think about you having to be the one to work with him and
after all you did get rid of Tom. If for no other reason it should have
been your call. You were gonna' let me have my way, weren't you, Kid?"

"Yes Dad, I was. I didn't want you pissed at me for going against your
choice."

"Well, Sam's right, I do love you and it would take a lot more than a
stupid hiring disagreement to stop it. Besides,..." He laughed, "you might
cut me off."

"Never even crossed my mind, Dad."

"Tell me Beau, is Sam a Master?" I was shaken by his bold, dead on
question and didn't want to lie to him.

"Now Dad, if Sam asked me, if you were fucking me, what would you want
me to tell him?"

"At this point, I don't think there are any secrets around here. Tell
him the truth. I get the feeling he'd understand."

"Well, you're gonna' have to ask Sam that question because I can't tell
you."

"You mean you can't tell me because you don't know or you know but can't
tell me?"

"I won't answer that question and you know it's wrong of you to ask."

"Okay, you win, Kid. You're right. It's wrong of me to ask. If Sam
wants me to know he'll tell me. I just think it's kind a' strange he has a
nephew named Yoshie." He walked away shaking his head while I walked in the
other direction as fast as I could to keep from guffawing and him hearing
me. Finally, I turned a corner into one of the unoccupied bays and laughed
until I thought I was gonna' throw up. I turned around and there was Sam
holding an application looking at me funny.



"I thought you were crying for a minute." Sam seemed concerned. I
started laughing again and Sam started laughing at me.

"I'm sorry, Boss, it's just something dad said to me that he didn't even
realize was funny." I recounted the scene to Sam and he laughed, too.

"Well, I appreciate you being stoic with him but I knew the time was
coming when Jake and I had a heart to heart. This just sort of speeds it
up a bit. You did right. He should ask me but I may drop a bomb in his
lap sometime soon." We both laughed.

"I contacted Redfeather and he'll be in tomorrow morning with his tools
to start work. You may have to lead him by the hand for the rest of the
week but that shouldn't be too hard for you, huh, Son? He laughed at his
jab.

"Then you think he's good looking, too?"

"Good looking? Fucking gorgeous. Who does he remind you of?"

"My Master." I said flatly. Sam laughed.

"Could be his brother. Redfeather ask me to give you a message." I
grimaced, Sam giggled. "He wanted me to remind you of your promise."

"He made me promise I'd call him no matter the outcome of the job. I'll
call him this evening. What am I gonna' do, Sam? He told me he wanted
me."

"Well, obviously he's either gay or bi and honesty would be the best
policy, I should think. I couldn't imagine you being anything but..."

"You're right, of course! It doesn't seem too cool to start a job and
tell your boss you want to lay him even before you're hired."

"Don't be too rough on him, Beau. The way you're looking these days
with the glow of a young man in love, if I were him, I probably would have
done the same damn thing. Hell, no, I would have invited you for a ride on
my bike and shared you with my nephew with the strange name." He roared
with laughter.

"I'm sure I would have tried to book seconds, too." I allowed as it was
my turn to laugh.

"You think he's the native American you spoke of yesterday, Son?"

"There's no doubt in my mind, Sam."

"Well, I have to be honest with you, Beau, I knew the minute he shook my
hand he was the man you saw in the cards. Yoshie will have a fit. After
you've got him settled in then Jake can take over from there. He should be
able to hit the ground running. I think you made a good call, Son. Now,
get to work and make us some money."

"Yes, Sir, Boss."

For all his gruffness I had come to really love Sam. His sense of humor
was like no other. He found the damndest things funny. He laughed at dad
and me endlessly. He could be strong and demanding when he needed to be
yet he was fair to a fault and commanded respect from all corners. I was
glad to work for him.

Break time came and dad came by with a cup of coffee the way I liked it
and some cookies his wife made. Damn, they were good.

"Dad, I've got to vacate my apartment this week. Could I ask a favor of
throwing an old trunk in the back of your pickup and following me up to Mt.
Washington on your way home? Say Wednesday or Thursday depending on work
schedule here?"

"Sure, Kid, no problem. To hell with the work schedule. You name the
day and I'll tell my wife I have to help you move a couple of things and
that's it. Even if we have to stay late to get something out, it's okay."

"Well, how about Thursday?"

"That's fine with me. What about your furniture?"

"I'm just gonna' leave it there for the next person, if they want it."

"I could use a couple of things for the kids if you wouldn't mind."

"Oh, hell no, Dad! Take anything you want. In fact we can load your
truck and I'll help you unload it at your place if you need me. If we need
to make two trips we can get the rest the next day."

"I'd appreciate it. The oldest girl needs some stuff of her own and it
would help us out."

"Fine, why don't we start Wednesday evening then and we can have
Thursday to clean up. That way I can have the entire weekend with my
Master." Dad looked at me and smiled a proud paternal smile.

"I hope I get to meet this new Master sometime soon."

"Oh, you will, Dad, you will."

"Didn't Master Jeb tell me he was a Cop?"

"That's right, Dad, and a very handsome one, too."

"How'd you meet him?"

"He pulled me over on the bike and cited me for going eighty-five in a
thirty mile per hour zone; but, he only wrote it for ten over. You might
say it was love at first cite." He roared with laughter.

"Since we're gonna' be busy Wednesday and Thursday how's your day today
or tomorrow shaping up for a beer after work?"

"Today's pretty good. I got my work out and starting on what Tom would
have had. Don't know about tomorrow so we better take what we know is open
to us."

"Yeah, I'm free after lunch so I can come out here and give you guys a
hand and we can make sure we finish at a decent time."

"Sounds good to me, Dad, I'll make it worth your while."

"You always do, Son, you always do." He laughed , pleased with himself.

The rest of the afternoon went like clockwork. True to his word dad
came out and helped us all afternoon. He really didn't have to, we had
most of it covered. The guys that were left were all good men and I didn't
seem to have the problems dad had with them. I think they knew I expected
a certain level from them and they didn't seem to mind meeting it. I got
along well with all of them and helped when I could.

Dad seemed to enjoy working with his tools and we were through a half
hour before quitting time. I got the new work assignment sheets from Sam
and typed them up for the next morning's work. That was done, out of the
way and we were ready to head for my place. Sam noticed us leaving
together and hollered.

"Have fun, guys!" I gave him a dirty look then laughed. We got to my
place and dad was in a talky mood. We talked for a while and he didn't
seem like he wanted to fuck so I asked him if he wanted to relax and let
his kid suck him off. I had that big Italian sausage down my throat in
nothing flat.

He really seemed to enjoy it and I thought he would blow my head off
when he came. It was a lot and tasted good. I cleaned him real good and
lay with my head in his lap as he sat up in my bed still talking. He had a
million things on his mind and I was his sounding board.

He played with the top of my head and leaned over every now and then to
kiss me on the top of it. Finally, he gave a big sigh and thanked me for
the blow job.

"You don't have to thank me, Dad, you know it's your's when you need
it."

"I know. I just don't want to be a bastard like I was the other night."


"You weren't a bastard, Dad. A little over the top, maybe," I giggled,
"but you were still damn good."

"Think so?"

"Oh, fuck, old man, you know how I feel about you."

"Yeah, I do. I guess I need a little reassurance every now and then." I
walked him to the door, he smiled and snapped his fingers. I fell to his
boots immediately and kissed each one. He held his hand down for me. I
took it and kissed the back and put it to my forehead.

"Rise, Son, and tell your old dad, goodbye." I jumped up and hugged him
and kissed him on the cheek and he did as well.

"Damn, Dad, that was sweet, thanks."

"I'll get better, Son."

"I don't know how, Dad, you're pretty damn good like you are." We
laughed and he was out the door.

"See ya' tomorrow, Son."

I went to my phone and dialed Jim Redfeather's number. A deep masculine
voice answered.

"Hello."

"Jim Redfeather?"

"Beau?"

"It's me, Jim. Congratulations, you got the job."

"I know, your boss, Sam, called me shortly after noon and told me to
report to work tomorrow with my tools. I have you to thank , don't I?"

"Sam was impressed with you, too."

"But, you were the deciding vote?"

"Yes, Jim, I was, and it wasn't because I think you're an exceptionally
handsome man. You have the qualifications and experience we're looking
for. You would have gotten the job on that alone. The other is icing on
the cake, so to speak."

"When can I see you, alone?"

"Well, that's difficult right now."

"You have a lover. Is Jake your lover?"

"No, I have no lover, per se, Jim. It's kind a' hard to explain. I'm
involved in a relationship that's not what most folks might consider
socially acceptable. I'm pledged to become a slave to a fine man, to
ultimately to be owned by him and become his personal property. He will
become my Master. He is an LAPD motor officer and an exceptionally good
looking man. You look enough like him to be his brother. I know this may
be a lot for you to understand but I'm trying to be as truthful with you as
I promised I would be."

"Hot, damn, I do understand, Beau, I've been trying to find someone to
introduce me to a subgroup of Master/slaves I've heard about here in the
L.A. area by the name of Mc Ginnius or something like that and have come
up with zilch. Are you a member of that group?"

"Yes, Jim, I am. It's Mc Innis and they are my family clan. I'm a
member of the founders inner circle of family which I'm proud of and have
the stripes to prove it." I laughed, "The training I'm scheduled for..."

"Is slave training, right?" he beat me to it.

"Yes, Jim, it is."

"I have to know more as soon as possible. Please, Beau, if I can't have
you then help me with this. I won't ask another thing, ever. I know it's
a lot to ask from a stranger...but that's not right either. We aren't
strangers, somehow. You know it and so do I."

"Let me call my Master and see what he says."

"All right, Beau, I will forever be in your debt." I called Master Earl
and explained the situation to him from A to Z and told him that I didn't
want to do anything behind his back. Did he have any suggestions?

"Have him follow you up here for dinner. We've got enough for an army.
Dirk and Allen are coming for dinner and they can answer questions as well
as we can."

"You sure it's all right, Master?"

"Sure, might be nice to have new blood in the family. Especially real
American blood. Besides, I think I remember you telling Sam something
about a new employee who would be native American who would also become a
member of our family. That's spookey, Son, but, hell, I'm getting use to
it by now." he laughed. I dialed Jim's number again.

"Beau?"

"Yes, Jim. What are you doing for dinner this evening? My Master has
invited you up with me for dinner. One other couple, Master and slave,
from our family will be there and you can meet them as well."

"I'd love to meet your Master and the others. I have a bike, too.
Where shall we meet? I'm ready right now, showered and shaved."

"I know where you live from the address on your application. I'll be by
in ten minutes. Just follow me up the hill and pull in after me. Now, I
should warn you that we have some rituals we observe but you won't be
expected to follow suit. Just be yourself and observe."

"Great! See you in ten."

I was a bit uncomfortable with the situation but he seemed so genuine I
couldn't help but like him. I didn't fear him. It may be all right. I
rode by Jim Redfeather's apartment and he followed me up the hill. We
parked our bikes and Master Earl walked out in his leathers, drop dead
gorgeous. Jim Redfeather was stunned.

"Master Earl, may I introduce Mr. James Redfeather. Jim this is my
Master, Officer Earl D. Shaw." Master Earl stuck his hand out and Jim took
it in both his hands and shook it firmly.

"It's an honor and privilege to meet you, Sir. Thank you so much for
the kind invitation to your home. I'm truly honored. What may I call you,
Sir? I'd be honored to call you Master Earl if that's okay with you?"

"It is indeed, young man. It's a pleasure to meet you as well. Come
in, come in!" I quickly took off my coveralls and put them in the washer. I
turned the machine on and headed for the kitchen door. Master Earl was
holding it for me.

"Thank you, Master." I said as I entered with only my work boots on.
Jim Redfeather's mouth dropped to the floor as I smiled at him.

"My slave isn't allowed to wear clothes in the house, Jim. You wanna'
fetch your collar, Son, then return to tell your Master 'Hello.'" I went
off to our bedroom and found my collar and leash on his night stand. I
returned with it in my mouth and knelt in front of him. He quickly
attached it and let my leash drop as a sign to start the ritual greeting. I
lovingly kissed each of his boots and found his hand waiting. I kissed it
lovingly as well and placed it to my forehead.

"Rise my slave and show your Master your love." I jumped up and threw my
arms around his neck and gave him a big kiss.

"Thank you, Son, I needed that." Jim Redfeather had tears in his eyes
and turned away so we wouldn't see him. He turned and walked several steps
away from us. Master nodded for me to go to him. I put my arms around the
handsome man and held him as he cried in my arms.

"That's not fair, Gentlemen. I've never witnessed any greater showing
of giving and receiving love than you two just displayed. It touched
something in me I know I must have. Thank you for that. Beau, you truly
are blessed."

"I agree, Jim, I agree." He held me away from him and looked at my body
closely, noticing my scars. He looked at me then at my scars again and
examined each with his fingers.

"I could swear that's my work." He said referring to the scars. "No one
stitched exactly like I did in Nam and I can see the holes."

"Chief...?"

"You knew me?"

"I'm Ber'Rabbit. You were the one that patched me up the last time and
stayed with me until the evacs got there.

"My God, it is you, I knew we knew each other from somewhere. Oh God,
Beau, I never knew your real name." he started crying again and hugging me
so tight I thought my eyes were gonna' pop out.

I began to cry and kiss him holding him tightly. We became weak in our
knees and fell to the floor on our knees still clinging to each other.
Master Earl was stunned and deeply moved at our emotions and came to us to
comfort the two of us. He gently enfolded us within his big arms and held
us until we somewhat recovered.

"I only knew you as 'The Chief' and never met you until that day." I
spoke softly to him through my tears, "I never got to thank you for staying
with me and placing yourself in danger all that time. I would have died if
it hadn't been for you. Oh, God, Chief, how can I thank you?"

"You all ready have, Beau, you all ready have. I got to Nam later than
you and you were a legend among the corpsmen. I was determined to be as
much a legend."

"You got one more heart than I did." I chided him.

"Yeah, but you blew me out of the water with that star."

A Harley pulled into the car port. It was Dirk and Allen.

"Excuse me, Gentlemen. Our other guest have arrived and I must welcome
them. Watch!" said Master Earl, "They'll have more food. I hope you two
are hungry." Master Earl said to us and laughed.

Jim and I got ourselves together and stood still holding each other.

"Don't be taken aback by anything Allen says," I told Jim, "he's the
most innocent of slaves and loves everybody; especially, good looking
everybody's." I laughed. "And Jim, don't be shocked by his body
modifications. I'll answer all your questions later." Sure enough, Allen
held the door for his Daddy Bear as he carried in bags of take out. Then
he fell at Master Earl's feet and kissed each of his boots. I did the same
for Big Dirk and Jim got to see the ritual all over again. This time he
drank it in like a thirsty man.

"Master Dirk may I introduce you to Mr. Jim Redfeather. Jim this is
Master Dirk Sorenson."

"It's truly a pleasure to meet you, Master Dirk." Jim said.

"Pleasure's mine, Son, good to meet you." fired back Daddy Bear.

"We were afraid you might not have enough, Master Earl."

"Gosh, you two!"

I introduced Allen to Jim. Allen immediately hugged and kissed him.

"Beau, he's gorgeous. He works with you? How can you keep your hands
off him?"

"Allen!" Came a big bear growl from the kitchen "Clothes?"

"Excuse me for a minute, Daddy Bear has spoken." Jim and I laughed as
Allen headed to the bedroom to disrobe. I headed for the kitchen, Master
Earl grabbed me and turned me around.

"We can handle this. Take your new employee on a tour. When you get
back we'll be ready to eat."

"Thank you, Master. Come, Jim. I led him to the patio and showed him
the three decks and pool. Then we went into our bedroom where Allen just
finished undressing and Jim caught sight of Allen's man-cunt. He got the
strangest smile on his face and Allen watched him closely.

"Allen, you're beautiful." Jim said quietly. Allen ran to him and again
threw his arms around his neck. This time Jim picked him up and swung him
around and kissed Allen. Allen was in love again. We did the rest of the
tour with Allen in tow.

We reached the bookcase where I pressed a button and it released the
lever for it to swing open on hinges. I revealed the secret staircase and
we proceeded down. Jim's eyes were wide when he beheld the panorama of the
dungeon. His knees went week under him and he had to sit on the stairs for
a minute.

"Damn, I've dreamed of owning something like this for years. I never
knew anyone ever made it their reality. This evening has been a
revelation."

"Let's get back, they're probably ready for us."

"Beau, that plug in your butt? Does your Master make you wear it to
work?"

"Yes." I answered without elaboration.

"You're use to it, huh?"

"Yeah, although you never get totally use to it. That's the idea, it
reminds me of who owns me and who put it there."

"That's so fucking hot!"

Allen, get us two towels for our chairs out of the linen closet, will
you, Sweetheart?"

"Sure Beau." They were ready for us to sit down to dinner and Allen
brought towels for him and I to sit on. Master Earl raised his wine glass.

"Here's to a curious young man who is, as it turns out , my slave's
savior, a new employee of my slave's company, and hopefully a new member of
our family."

"Here! Here!" We all clicked glasses. Jim seemed enthralled with the
whole atmosphere. Big Dirk and Allen had questioning looks. Master Earl
asked me about hiring Jim and I told them the whole story. Jim sat there
quiet until Master Earl asked him about himself.

"Well, I was born and raised on a reservation north of Prescott Arizona.
I was drafted and sent to Nam. I was over there almost six years."

"Jim's a member of the Yavapie tribe, Master. He was in another
corpsman unit than mine. We rarely saw each other but waved from Hewey to
Hewey. Master Dirk, Allen this is the man that patched me up and waited
with me until the final evacs got there.

We never met, face to face, until that day and we only saw each other
once after that from afar. Jim came to see me off to the states and was
late getting to the strip. As the plane taxied down the runway, I saw him
waving goodbye to me."

"Beau was a legend over there, Master Earl. I've talked to fifteen or
twenty guys since I've been back that remembers him and most of 'em were
patched up by him. Every now and then I meet one that I patched up. I've
run in to about twenty including you and there's always this feeling like I
had with you this morning that I'd known them before."

I filled him in on Wes, Breed and Blaine. He was sorry that Wes had
passed for Master Earl's sake.

"Oh, he's still around, Jim. At least he was last night. Tell them,
Beau, whether they believe or not."

I recounted our experience in the dungeon of Wes entering my body to
experience our love. I think they all believed it because they knew that
Master Earl was not given to exaggeration.

"My people believe spirits remain sometime for years until they're
satisfied that something has been accomplished that they want to happen.
They describe a small blue ball of light that, if given permission, may
enter another briefly to experience life again."

"Well, that's exactly what happened but it wasn't the first time. The
first date Beau and I had was a Friday night here and Wes entered his body
then, too. However, he and Wes had been lovers in Nam and shared something
very close." I told Jim the story of cutting Wes and Blaine out of the
bamboo cages and hiding them and five other guys in a cave until we could
start back to our lines. Allen and Dirk never heard the stories and were
full of questions.

"We wondered how you and Blaine became so close that quickly. He
usually takes some time to warm up to people. It was a year or more before
Allen and I could get two words out of him. ' Course now we can't shut him
up." Dirk laughed at his joke.

"Well, young man it looks like you're going to become a member of our
family whether you want to or not. You are directly responsible for me
having this young man as my slave to be; not to slight Wes, who seems to
have made it his goal to see us together.

Beau was his lover first then I later bought Wes from a slave trainer,
the same that will be training Beau. Wes has seen to it that we met, fell
in love and will be Master and slave. How could we deny him some of our
love. It was kind of hot, fucking two souls at the same time."

"I can see how it might be, Sir." agreed Jim. Big Dirk just shook his
head in disbelief.

"Not to pry but do you see yourself as a Master or a subservient?"

"I'm not really sure, Sir. With greatest respect, before I met you and
came to your home the only thing I had on my mind was getting into Beau's
ass. Sorry Bro. To be totally honest, I've always fantasized about being
a slave to some good Master but never had the opportunity to even try.
None of the guys I've met in Hollywood don't know what being a Master is
all about.

One evening with you and Master Dirk, I can see your ideas and way of
living is far apart from their individually stylized ideas of SM,
Master/slave relationships. It's something I never new could exist. I
want it for myself. I need to find out if I'm a slave or have Master
potential."

"Too bad Beau didn't find you one day earlier." we all agreed with
Master Earl. "We had a pool party yesterday and there were...help me guys,
how many couples?"

"About eight." I said.

"Yeah, Seven or eight couples here and you could have seen what family
was all about."

"That's true," said Big Dirk. "we had a wonderful time."

"My training Masters were here. With my Master's permission I would
like to suggest we introduce you and you spend an evening with him. After
one evening with him and his partner I had no doubt what I was and what I
wanted. I was much in the same place you are when I met Master Jeb.
Except I was a bit more frustrated. I was contemplating checking out. The
big "S", I was so unhappy I didn't want to go on living. I've come a long
way in five weeks."

"Amen to that!" said Master Earl. "You've had some very loving, gentle,
guiding hands to help you along that way."

"I have indeed."

"I'm open to anything, Gentlemen. I begged Beau to introduce me to his
family. I knew it existed but couldn't find anybody who knew anyone that
was a part of it. At least meeting you and seeing first hand how you live
is an inspiration for me."

Let me call Jeb tomorrow and see if I can set up a time for an interview
with him. Do you like older, bear- like men?" Master Earl asked Jim.

"God, who doesn't? Allen's Master here is a prime example." responded
Jim with a laugh.

"Then you'll get along fine with Master Jeb."

"Not to correct my good Master but I fell in love with Master Jeb."

"We all have." said Allen.

"Include me in that, too." said my Master.

"Me, too." Dirk held up his hand.

"Little Brother?" I asked Allen, "How about giving me a hand clearing
the table and putting the food away. You guys take most of that home with
you. We have enough for me to brown bag it tomorrow."

"Give Jim some to take home with him." Allen said.

"That's a nice thought, we'll pack him some."

"Oh, Beau, he's so pretty. He looks like Master Earl's younger
brother."

"Doesn't he? I knew when he came into the shop today he was the one I
was going to hire."

"What did Master Sam think of him?"

"Same as me, he thought he was gorgeous." we both laughed. Allen was
fun.

Master Earl pulled Jim off to the side and I could see him talking to
him seriously. I couldn't hear what they were talking about but could see
that Jim had a big smile on his face. He walked back to me and pulled me
aside.

"Come with me, slave." He took my leash and led me to the bedroom. He
snapped his fingers and I hit the position. He took a towel and removed my
plug then unlocked my collar.

"Get in the shower and clean yourself. Jim would like to fuck you and
I'm going to let him. I think the man that saved your life deserves to
tear off a piece off that little ass with my blessing. So, when you get
out, come get him, we'll be in the spa, and slave, I don't have to tell
you, make sure you give him a good fuck, understand?" I threw my arms
around him and kissed him.

"You are the best of Master's and I love you very much."

"Dirk, you and Allen up for the spa this evening?"

"Lemme' check with the missus... Darlin' you up for laying in the spa
with daddy this evening?"

"That would be lovely, Daddy Bear."

"You ain't on the rag are you?"

"Oh, you can be so mean."

"You know I'm just kidding, Sweetheart. That's the best part about you.
You're never on the rag; a bit of a fuss budget from time to time but
that's even lovable."

"Come join us, Son, until Beau get's himself ready. He'll come get
you."

"We don't have any suits, we don't use any, so I hope you're not shy."

"Gosh, no, Sir. Just show me where to put my clothes."

Master Earl showed Jim where to put his clothes and he quickly got
undressed as the two other men. Jim was a stunning man. Perfectly
proportioned body with cock and low hanging balls to match. Master Earl
smiled and Big Dirk rolled his eyes back into his head after a glance at
Jim.

"Where's Beau?" Allen asked.

"He's in the shower cleaning himself, Son. I've ordered him to give his
savior here a good fuck. He'll be out in a minute to get Jim and while we
soak they're going off to the other bedroom and Jim's gonna' fuck Beau's
brains out."

"Right, Son?"

"You're too generous, Master Earl. I can't tell you what it would mean
to me just to be alone for a few minutes with Beau. Our spirits are
connected. I've never met people like you. Sex doesn't seem to be such a
big thing."

"I assure you it is," said Big Dirk "but that's one of the benefits of
Master/slave relationships. It's easier to share something you know you
own and will take home with you than it is in ordinary society."

"That's right, Son," Master Earl spoke, "I'm not giving you, Beau, I'm
loaning him to you to serve you, and he will pleasure you or he'll answer
to me."

"Why am I getting hard just hearing you guys talk about this way of
thinking?" asked Jim.

I walked out to the patio and reached down to grab Jim's hand. He
looked up at me and then looked at Master Earl. Master just winked at Jim
and motioned with his head to take me into the house. He followed me and I
had a towel waiting for him.

I toweled him down slowly and gently. It was my first glimpse of Jim's
fine body. He was perfectly formed. With a magnificent cock and low
hanging balls. Not too much hair on his dark skinned body but a six pack
of abs you could wash clothes on. I took his hand and led him into the
guest bedroom with the leather bedspread. I closed the door, he took me in
his arms and we kissed.

"Beau, I've wanted to do that since this morning. I went home and
jacked off twice thinking of getting into you. I feel funny with your
Master sitting out there. I like him, too. You're very lucky. I'm not
going to look a gift horse in the mouth so I promise you're gonna' get
fucked."

"I'd hoped you might." I explained how he must take me because of
Master/slave protocol. Since he was playing Master then he must take me as
his slave. He seemed to have no problem with the idea. After I lathered
him up with my spit and cleaned beneath his ample foreskin, he had no
problem performing like the Master I suspected him to be. He entered me
with one swift penetration to the base of his cock. Thanking a Master for
taking me hard is now ingrained in me and I didn't hold back from him.

"Damn, that's making me hot, Beau."

"Slave, Master Jim, Slave."

"That's even hotter, slave." he responded as he took several long deep
strokes into my ass. Damn, he felt good.

"Oh, Master, you feel so good inside me. Take all you want and your
slave will give you the best fuck you've ever had." He took me at my word
and proceeded to fuck the meanness out of me. I was one sweet little slave
when he finally shot his load deep within me.

He was another like Big Beryl and Master Jim that had to feel that he
had taken all pucker away from my sphincter and wouldn't pop until he did.
The harder he fucked me the tighter I made my ass. The plug was working to
give me twice the strength I had before. Finally, I felt the point that he
needed and relaxed my hole completely.

"You've opened me up, Master, take the good stuff away from me, it's
your's, take the good stuff."

"I can feel it, slave, it's wonderful. I've never felt that before and
I'm taking it all! Oh! Oh! GOD! YOU'VE GOT ME SLAVE! UUHHGG!!
AAAAuuuggg!"

"Permission to shoot, Sir?"

"You better get it slave or I'll beat your ass." that's all I needed to
hear as I shot all over him and me. Damn, he was hot. He collapsed on top
of me panting heavily. He relaxed with his cock deep within me. From time
to time he would take a slow, gentle stroke that would send me up the wall.
He kissed me gently as he took several more strokes to empty the rest of
himself into me.

"Thank you, Master Jim, for that good fucking. Your slave is proud to
have your come in his gut. I'm honored to have the seed of the Chief
within me." He kissed me again passionately.

"Master Jim, please consider something I'm about to say."

"What's that slave-boy?"

"Don't consider becoming a slave. You're not a slave. Only a Master
could have made love and taken me the way you just did."

"I've never had a real slave under me, Sweetheart. You made me feel
like a Master. In your world maybe that's what a good slave's suppose to
do."

"You're right, Sir, it's how a good slave should make his Master feel.
There are more slaves than there are good Masters. Just consider my words,
Sir."

"I will, Beau. You've been very giving but I have to tell you, since
your good Master has been so generous, I have to take you one more time.
So, lay back and enjoy. It'll take me a little longer to get the second
one but it'll be worth it."

"My ass is your's, Master Chief. Take all you need and your slave will
put it up there."

"Talk like that eats me up, slave. I may have seconds and dessert as
well." The Chief was good to his word and fucked me so hard the second time
I though I was gonna' pass out but I kept meeting each of his strokes until
I hit the jackpot of Indian spunk. Damn, I could feel him filling me up
the second time as I once again blasted against his belly. This time he
was laughing and swearing that he'd never had a fuck that good in his life.

"How do you come without having your cock played with?"

"It's a gift I guess, Master Jim; although, I know of a handful of
slaves that can do the same."

"Beau, I have to be a member of your family; not just to be near you and
your handsome Master but to be a part of something that I desperately need
for myself."

"Well, that's the other part I saw in the tarot cards yesterday for
Master Sam..."

"Then Sam Jenkins is a member of your family clan, too?"

"Yeah, he and his slave. What I saw in the cards was that you would
become a well thought of member of our family. I didn't think you'd
understand at that time."

"You're probably right about that. Come, sweet slave," he said, "Let's
clean up and get back out to the patio so I may return you and thank your
generous Master." We jumped in the shower for a minute and I dried him off.
He kissed me one last time with tears in his eyes.

"Thank you, slave. This will have no influence on me at work. You will
be my boss and I'll never question an order. I would never place you in an
uncomfortable situation. I care too much to do that."

"You didn't even have to say that. I know that about you all ready. I
love you, Chief."

"God Beau, you don't know what it means to hear those words from you. I
love you and your Master as well. I hope we'll be friends and comrades for
a long time."

He led me back out the to the patio and we got into the pool. Everyone
was silent for a moment. Then my Master spoke.

"Did he give you a good fuck, Son?"

"Master Earl, it was the best I've ever had, twice."

"Hey, Son, I only gave you a ticket for one ride." he broke up laughing.

"I guess I was greedy, Master Earl."

"Nonsense, Son, that tells me he did indeed give you pleasure and that's
a reflection on me. He's my property or will be."

"I can understand that and I can't thank you enough for sharing your
property with me, Sir."

"Gimme' a kiss, Son, and we'll call it even."

Jim kissed my Master a good passionate kiss.

Allen jumped in Jim's lap and asked, "Can I have one of those?"

"Sure, Little One." Jim kissed Allen even more passionately. He
finished and Allen told him, "That was damn good, Jim. You're not a
slave." Jim laughed.

"What am I, chopped liver?" asked Big Dirk. as he put a big arm around
Jim and pulled him over to give him a kiss. Jim kissed him back with equal
verve.

"Of course you're not chopped liver it's just you look so..."

"The word you're looking for is 'mean'!" laughed Allen.

"Well,..." said Jim.

"I know, Kid, but even mean looking bears need love." Big Dirk
responded. Jim saw they were pulling his leg and laughed.

"You're right, Master Dirk."

Big Dirk nudged me in the pool and leaned over to speak softly.

"Remember the number three I told you last night?"

"Yes, Sir."

"Well, change that to four."

"Message received, Master Dirk and I couldn't agree more." Allen knew
what he was talking about and giggled. Master Dirk tickled him to giggle
even more.

"Now, stop that dad and kiss me." The big bear of a man did as ordered.
They were cute together.

"Well, young man I don't think you'll have any problem being either a
Master or a slave. You're fine looking enough to be either."

"One thing that impresses me is you guys don't make it seem important
one way or the other. You don't seem to place Masters as any more
important than a good slave."

"Where would a good Master be without a good slave?" asked Big Dirk.

"They bond, they become a unit. Why would you want to bond with someone
you look down upon? There are certain separations that are necessary but
you'll learn about those as you go on and can make up your mind then.
Which ever, we hope you'll consider becoming a member of our family."
stated Master Earl.

"I'd be honored, Sir. I can't tell you how thrilled I am by being here
this evening. It's opened new worlds for me and I'm truly grateful."

We spent some time in the spa and Jim excused himself to dress as he
felt he had to go. He wanted to get to bed and be at work early. Master
Earl and I saw him to the door. He hugged and kissed me, then he stood in
front of Master Earl.

"Sir, may I hug you, too?" asked Chief. Master Earl smiled then
laughed.

"Of course, young man." he gave him a big hug and kissed him behind the
ear.

"Thank you, Master Earl, I needed that."

"You're welcome, Son, come again."

"I will, Sir, when I'm invited. See ya' tomorrow morning, Beau." He was
off down the hill.

"Thank you, Master."

"For what?"

"Helping me out. I didn't know what to do."

"I think you have a good loyal employee on your hands."

"I feel the same way, Sir. By the way, have I told you lately how proud
I am to be your slave?"

"No, but it's good to hear." he put his arm around me and we walked back
to the spa.

"Talk about a good looking man? Whew!" expressed Big Dirk. "I must be
turning gay."

"Who wouldn't find the man attractive, straight or gay?" asked Master
Earl.

"I'm with you, Master Earl." Allen said. "He made my twat twitch."

"Your 'twat twitch', Allen?" we all lost it laughing at the expression.

"I don't think he's a slave." I said to Master Earl.

"I think I tend to agree with you, Son." he replied.

We lay in the spa a while longer and Dirk decided that he an Allen had
to leave. They thanked us for the dinner they brought and I sent Allen
home with a bag full of food. Master and I returned to the spa for some
time to ourselves.

It was great laying in his big arms in the warm water. We didn't talk
much. He was coming down from the weekend and all that happened to the two
of us. Strange and wonderful things. We were together. We were building
memories. He was becoming my family and I his.

I wondered why I needed training. Wasn't I a good enough slave as is? I
really didn't want to leave him to go through training and didn't know if I
should express it or not. I decided not to. I was so lost in his love,
all I wanted was to be his possession, to belong to him and I was willing
to do anything, including training, to get there.

Somehow, to him, slave training would put the Good Housekeeping Seal of
Approval stamp on his slave. I wondered if he needed that more than me. I
had fears I might not end up his. I tried not to think about it but the
more I fell in love with him the more afraid I became.

Oh, sure, I could become some other Master's slave but now I was not
interested in the challenge anymore. I was in love and I only wanted
Master Earl. Maybe slave training would teach me the necessity of not
trying to plan my own future.

We crawled into bed. I was tired from work, fucking my brains out and
the emotional experience with Jim. Master was in a mellow mood and wanted
to relax and hold me. That was all right by me. We made a little love and
he was ready to go to sleep. I curled up into him with my backside against
his front, his arms around me. I cried softly thinking he was asleep.

"Shhhhhh...!" He whispered pulling me close. "I told you not to think
about that."

"I'm sorry, Master, I thought you were asleep. I'm just afraid."

"Have faith in me, Little One. Have faith in Wes. Have faith in
yourself and lastly, have faith in the Great Spirit. All will be as you
wish, you'll see. Now, go to sleep and dream of us together."

"I will Master."





Part II ~ The Week That Was

"Sparrows dancing at a Butterfinger leaving crumbs behind, Two Crows
share a Dodger Dog wolfing down their find, My Master hands me paper cups
filled with ice cold beer, No one knows that I'm his slave as we all stand
up to cheer." Canto 44 ~ Slave's Song ~ W. D. Dux Posthumous

We were up early the next morning. We showered together which saved
time. We usually didn't do that but Master was unusually loving this
morning and we did more loving than cleaning. We hit the high spots and
the lower spots. Especially, the lower spots. We had coffee and he was
really in good spirits.

"You gonna' get off on time today, Son?"

"Don't know, Master. That's the price of leadership."

"You worried, having to break in a new man today?"

"No, Master, I did that last night." we laughed.

"I guess you did at that." he continued laughing.

"Have I told you lately, how proud I am to have you as my slave."

"No, Master, but you just made my day." I said leaning over to kiss him
on the cheek.

"We'd better take off." he was in full uniform and I fell to my knees
and lovingly kissed each of his boots. I found his hand and kissed it
lovingly as well, placing it to my forehead.

"Come, my beautiful slave and tell Officer Masters goodbye." I jumped
up, threw my arms around his neck and we kissed a kiss that would hold me
through the day.

"I love you, Master."

"I love you, too, Son."

We were off down the hill and I again followed behind so I could look at
him in his uniform and handsome boots. I felt like I was the luckiest
slave in the world. We got to my turn off and Master pulled in behind me
to say 'hello' to Sam and Jim.

He stopped his motor for a moment, was shaking their hands, wishing them
good day when dad walked into the lot. I motioned him over and I
introduced him to Master Earl. He smiled when Master Earl said to him,

"Heard lots of good things about you Jake. I'm glad to finally meet
you."

"You, too, Officer Shaw, you look like a man that could handle my boy."
They both broke up laughing. Jim looked perplexed. Sam was in stitches.
Master Earl pulled on his helmet and was off to work. Jim brought his
rollaway tool box on the back of his truck.

I all ready had the assignment sheets done last night so I volunteered
to help Jim with his box. As I was helping him, I couldn't help admire how
handsome he was. To think, I had him inside me last night. Life was good.


"When you gonna' tell me about your dad, Jake."

"I'll give you the Reader's Digest version this morning and the
unabridged version later." I explained about coming in off the street and
how hard Jake rode me in the beginning up to the point he followed me home
for the first time.

"We aren't lovers. He's... become my 'fuck dad'. We fuck maybe twice
a week and we've grown close."

"From anyone else I'd say it was sick but I think I know how you feel. I
can't help feel a little jealous of him though but I promise, because he's
special to you, I'll make a friend of him."

"I'd appreciate that, besides, you might just begin to see the sweet,
funny, lovable man he can be." I gave Jim his assignment and he said he
could do it. "If I need help I'll come get you, Boss."

"Beau, Jim."

"Okay."

"Do you mind being called 'Chief'?"

"Oh, hell, no! That's what I was known as in Nam all those years and I
am a Yavapie prince. I'm in line to become a Chief. I'd be proud for you
to call me Chief. Especially after last night." he added softly.

"I like that, Chief. You always will be my Chief, Jim. Especially
after last night." we both laughed.

"By the way, you made a big impression on my Master and Master Dirk.
You're also Allen's new love. I'll leave you alone and let you get squared
away. I've got to get the rest of these sheets passed out. See you later,
Chief. Have a good day."

"You, too, Beau."

Why did my heart feel so full? God, I was walking on air. The other
guys noticed it and started calling me 'short timer.' They'd been told I
was being recalled by the Navy to do relocation of Viet villages since I
learned to speak the language.

Perfect cover. I told them I'd rather stay here as they were still
killing folks over there. I got back to my bay and got to work. I was
finished with my assignment just about morning break and was ready to run
in another truck. Dad came around with a cup of coffee for me and had some
more goodies his wife made. Surprisingly, he stopped by Jim's bay and
invited him to share break with us. He shared his goodies with Jim as
well.

"Okay, you were right, Kid, I was wrong. Jim was the best man for the
job." he said in front of Jim. "My apologies, Jim."

"Don't need to, Jake, I come off sort of quiet and don't sell myself too
well but I know trucks."

"I'll say, he's finished with that transmission fluid change and
adjustment. I checked him out."

"Great, we need to run two more in then because I finished this one,
too."

"Nice to have a new employee hit the ground running." said Dad.

"By the way, Dad, you may call him 'Chief.' Jim is a real Yavapie prince
and will be a Chief."

"Hey, that's great! Sam threatened me with my life if I called you
'Chief' without you really being one." we all laughed.

"Chief also happens to be the medic that saved my life in Nam, Dad."

"You're kidding."

"No he's not, Jake. We knew each other from afar in Nam but never met
until I patched him up in the field."

"Son of a bitch, then your family, Son." Jake patted Chief on the back.
I had a feeling they were going to be friends.

After break, I went to the office and typed up three new assignment
sheets as one of the other men had finished their job as well. Sam came
around and asked how the new employee was working out and how did my Master
know him? I told Sam everything and he just shook his head smiling.

"See!" he said softly, "You little shit, cards or no cards, I told you,
you made the right call. Yoshie was blown away last night when I told him
about Jim Redfeather. He couldn't believe it. I told him it was as much a
shock for me." he walked away laughing, "Can't wait to get home, Yoshie
ain't gonna' believe this one. You savior in Nam. Shee-it!
Unbelievable!"

We got off on time as we were getting caught up from being down one
employee. Jim easily put out three times the work Tom ever did. Dad had
to get home but promised tomorrow we would get my stuff moved. Jim
volunteered his truck to make it in one load if we needed him. Dad thought
it was a great idea and looked forward to tomorrow. I told Jim he would
get to meet Master Jeb but either my Master or I would call him this
evening to let him know what Master Earl found out.

"I feel like wonderful new doors are being opened for me through you and
your goodness, Beau. Maybe it's true. What goes around comes around.
Maybe your friend Wes is looking out for me, too? Maybe he brought us
together again because we need something from each other?"

I left work feeling better than I had in years. I was even whistling as
I waved goodbye to Jim when I turned to ride up the hill to Master Earl's
house. My Master's bike was in the carport when I pulled in. He left the
kitchen door open.

I parked my bike, took off my coveralls, threw them in the wash and
started the machine. I turned to find my Master standing tall in the
doorway looking at me with love in his eyes. My heart melted. He pulled
me inside and allowed me to go through the greeting ritual that had become
so important to me.

He drew me to him and kissed me long and hard. I let him have his way
with me, so to speak. Hell, what gay man in his right mind would play coy
with a drop dead gorgeous motorcycle Cop in full uniform when he wanted his
way with him?

"Just think, slave boy, one whole evening to ourselves. Can you handle
it?"

"I'll do my damnedest, Master." we laughed.

"I picked up dinner for us."

"Master, we have all that other food."

"We'll eat it or take a bunch to work tomorrow and feed the troops."

"I could do that, it's still good."

"Put on your chaps and vest. I want to see my leather, biker slave
parade around for his Master with his plugged ass hanging out."

"Did you get a chance to talk to Master Jeb, Sir."

"I did and he said to give Jim his phone number and have him call to set
up an appointment. I'll call him in a minute after you follow my dress
order and tell him."

"He volunteered his truck to carry some of my furniture to dad's and my
trunk to Mt. Washington so he might get to meet Master Jeb tomorrow.
Could you call Master Jeb back to see if it's convenient for me to come up
there tomorrow to drop my trunk off."

"I could, but I think he'd rather hear from you."

"Good point, Master, I'll be right back." I returned and dialed Master
Jeb's number.

"Hello." It was Big Jim.

"Hello, Master Ox, how are you this afternoon. This is Beau."

"Hello, Love, good to hear your voice again. How've you been?"

"I'm great, Sir. Hired a new man at work that Master Earl called Master
Jeb about earlier. I need to speak to him about bringing my trunk by there
tomorrow evening after work. If that would be convenient."

"He's here, Love, just a minute." He hollered for Master Jeb.

"Hello, Son."

"It's your slave calling, Master."

"What can your Master do for you, Son?"

"I'm vacating my apartment and need to bring a trunk by tomorrow after
work if possible. The young man that Master Earl called about earlier will
be helping dad and I. I've given my old furniture to dad for his kids and
Jim volunteered his truck to give us a hand. Is that all right with you."

"Certainly, Son, no problem. I'll be happy to meet him but still want
him to set up an appointment."

"Then, that will be explained to him, Sir, and thank you, Master Jeb."

"You know you're welcome, Son."

"And Master Jeb?"

"Yes, Son?"

"I love you, Sir." there was a brief silence on the other end.

"You know what I told you the other night? I'm not gonna' hold back
from you anymore, Son. I love you, too, so does your big blue ox."

I related my conversation with Master Jeb to Master Earl and he wanted
to know if I wanted to call Jim.

"I think he would feel more included if you called him and gave him the
message and then let me talk to him afterward."

"You have a good point, too, Son.

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Monday, July 26, 2004

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Usual disclaimer: This story involves sexual subject matter. If
you aren't old enough to read this, go home! Don't blame me if
you have problems which result from reading further.

by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2000.
Please don't distribute in an altered form, or with any charges
for acquisition.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real
persons is unintentional and strictly coincidental. Any real
people, places, or things mentioned in this story do not appear
with permission, and any representations of them should not be
interpreted as being in any way based on reality.

If reception of this work is illegal due to your age or other
repressive local regulations, liability for downloading it is your
problem, not mine.






My Kitten Laps Up Her Cream (MF?-oral)

I was sleeping soundly, nude as usual under my sheet, when I
felt the claws of my little kitten on my feet, tickling me. Her
tongue scratches my big toe, then she bites it, gently. I move
my foot to avoid her attentions, rolling onto my back. She
takes this as an invitation to slip under the sheet, and I feel her
fur brush my leg as she made her way up my thigh, claws
tickling me as she went, pressing against me to feel my skin,
perhaps just to let me know she's there. She stops, and lays
her head down between my legs, purring. I reach down under
the covers to pet her head, brushing my semi-erect cock on the
way. I am still quite sleepy, and as she seems content to fall
asleep in the warmth under the sheets, I let her lie there.

But she is hungry. Not quite weaned from her mother,
perhaps, or just wanting the comfort of suckling, she starts to
lick my scrotum. I was almost asleep, feeling this as a vaguely
pleasurable sensation, when her licking turns to suckling,
catching a fold of my skin between her teeth while her tongue
rasps at it.

I become quite awake at this sudden attack. She pushes her
claws down on each side of my scrotum, kneading the skin
with pressure from the pads of her paws. I move my hand
down to her, to try to discourage this action, but when her grip
tightens on my sack, and her paw moves up to catch the base of
my shaft, I stop. It isn't very painful, the tight pressure of her
teeth and claws, but it is clear that I am not going to get her to
let go of her meal without risking her drawing blood.

I move my hand to the tip of my cock, grasping it to protect the
sensitive head, should she turn her attentions there. She is
making a mewling sound, as kittens sometimes make when
they are hungry. Not the meow which says "hello, pet me," but
the more desperate cry for mother, and her nutritious milk.
Could my kitten, having seen my cock spurt white semen,
actually want some of my cream?

Her toothy suckling, catching my skin in her teeth, licking it,
then releasing it and moving on, is painfully intense. But
despite how good it feels, it is too much for me to take if she
keep it up. My hand squeezes the crown of my cock, almost on
its own, in reaction to this pleasure, in an attempt to
compensate for the pressure above my sensitive balls.

My kitten seems to notice my action, and her attention rises
upward. Her claws catch at the shaft, as she pulls it toward
her. She mewls again, before sinking her teeth into my shaft.
One paw is grasping the side of my scrotum, claws touching,
and despite the fear that she may draw blood, I resist
attempting to move. Her tongue follows, lapping at the skin
around the base of the shaft, and across the places which throb
from the pressure of her teeth. She shifts between sharp,
toothy nibbles, not enough to hurt, but still threatening, and
suckling licks.

Moving up the shaft, she tries to push her way past my hand.
The thought of her teething on the sensitive ring, perhaps even
suckling on the hole at the tip, is frightening. If my cock were
soft, perhaps I could endure the sensation. In its hardness, her
teeth, even used gently, may be painful.

She is insistent. Purring she is, apparently very happy to have
found the source of my cream. She nips at my fingers, while
her claws dig into my balls. She licks between my fingers,
trying to force her way past them to the source of her desire.
Her other paw catches the base of my shaft, and I try to protect
the sensitive skin below it instinctively. That means moving
my free hand away from the tip of my cock. I realize my
mistake, too late, as her teeth nibble around the tip, while her
tongue laps at it, finally settling at the top. Suckling, holding a
grip on the target while moving her tongue rapidly across the
hole, she tries to bring forth the cream she desperately wants.

I desperately want to grant her desire. The sensation of her
teeth, breath, and tongue around this most sensitive part is
pleasurable, but it is not enough to bring satisfaction. Her
claws scratch against the skin below, adding even stronger
sensations. My arousal is beginning to produce results, as
some fluid streams from my shaft, quickly lapped up by my
kitten.

I speak for the first time, encouraging her "Eat as much as you
want. I know you're hungry."

She isn't able to answer in words, but her purring gets louder.
She changes from her constant suckling to licking, as though
she is trying to clean and groom me. She licks the sides of my
shaft, all around it. She cleans the hair which grows above my
organ, then licks down the sides, in the crack between my
scrotum and leg. From time to time, her teeth scratch and
catch, and she bites the side of my sack, then suckles it, as
though it might produce the results she desires.

I'm tempted to accelerate the process she desires. Perhaps,
once fed, she will cease her incessant suckling, letting my
excited organs relax. But when I try to move my hand back
near my shaft, she puts her paw on it, catching it with her
claws, right near the tip. I drop my hand down, and let her
continue her exploratory licking, suckling, and nibbling along
the bottom of my sensitive sack.

She spends what seems like an eternity simply suckling on the
loose skin around my balls. I can feel pressure build up within
me, as I am unable to release the fluids which push to escape.
She doesn't relent, no break in her assault on this sensitive
place. Nor does she give me the opportunity to reduce tension
there, by letting me have access to my shaft. A few quick
strokes, not much at all, would provide release. But she is just
a kitten, and does not seem to know exactly what is needed to
get her prize.

Her paws against my shaft to provide some pleasure, though
the claws make it hard to do much with it. I tense my muscles,
making my shaft move upward, then release. This helps,
though the sensations are still intense beyond belief.

My balls tighten, leaving less loose skin for her to suckle. She
persists despite this for a few minutes, her teeth and tongue
becoming painful. But the promise of eventual release from
this exquisite ordeal, and giving my kitten the cream she
wants, makes me let her continue.

I can feel fluid leaking from my cock, making the tip wet. She
seems to notice this, smelling it I imagine, and changes the
target for her teeth and tongue. She nibbles and bites her way
up my shaft, stopping to lap and suckle the fluids around the
tip. She puts her paws down on the base, just barely catching
my balls, and begins pressing her claws in and out, putting
more pressure on me to release to escape the intensity of this
onslaught.

Her face and body rub against my shaft, providing the extra
friction needed to assist my release. She suckles on the
sensitive skin on the underside of the tip, while the pressure
builds. If she could, I am sure she would have tried to swallow
the whole thing, but a poor kitten's mouth just isn't able to do
that.

Finally, a glorious release, as cream spurts from the tip. She
quickly moves to lap it up, running it into her mouth with her
tongue, no longer suckling. She persists in licking me clean,
past the point where my orgasm makes such attentions
supremely pleasurable. Fortunately for my overworked sexual
organs, she moves to lap up the spills which have fallen on the
hair above, on my navel, and arms.

She finally seems satiated, and moves up to put her head near
my face. She licks my neck, nibbles my lips, even pushes her
tongue into my mouth. I let her do this, happy to have made
my kitten happy.

I can do little else, as the intense orgasm has left me drained. I
fall asleep, holding her against me with my arm.

{story break time}



















{Is that far enough?}

Who is my kitten? Is she a real, four footed, furry creature
with a tail? Or a woman, with long furry hair on her head and
between her legs? Does it matter?









For the rest of the story, it does. If your fantasies would prefer
a furry animal instead of a woman, you can skip this part. Or
imagine that it is entirely different "kitten," which has come in
during the night, displacing the first one. A man can have
more than one, you know ;-)



In the morning, I awake first. My kitten is snuggled next to me
as we lay together. While I am sure she enjoyed the cream I
gave her last night, I cannot be sure that the pleasure she
received equaled mine. While I am but human, I do have
certain talents which I think she will enjoy.

I slowly draw the sheet down, and enjoy the view of her
beautiful body. Such a sweet kitten she makes. She even has
whisker makeup on her face, on her cheeks and forehead. But
her breasts are larger than any cat's, with beautiful nipples
meant for a human mouth. I proceed to test them out, licking
them softly, just enough to make each nipple hard, before
moving onto my main task.

With her legs crossed as she lies on her side, I do not have the
same easy access to her pleasure zone that she had on mine last
night. I could wake her, but that would spoil the surprise. I
move my hand behind her knees, and softly scratch there,
slowly, waiting. She moves, stretching her legs, and I push
against her to hold her leg out. She rolls on her back, as I
hoped, giving me a wonderful view for the feast this morning.

I debate between a softer human approach, and the rough
attack my kitten used on me. Even as I move in close,
breathing her scent, and putting my fingers on the lips around
her vagina, I still haven't decided which approach is best.

I flick my tongue gently at the bottom of her shaft, just barely
entering the opening. I move it quickly up and down, as I slide
upward, catching her inner labia, and finally her clitoris. I
slow my tongue, taking the time to taste her, and then, I look to
see if she has noticed my actions.

Her eyes are still closed, but her breathing is faster. I start
sucking at her pussy, pulling her lips into my mouth, then
catching her clitoris, and pressing it against my teeth. She
meows, a sharp "meep," letting me know that this has her
attention.

I could let go now, and give her a chance to relax. But after
last night's torturous sensual ordeal, I can't resist giving her a
taste of it. I start suckling on her clit, biting hard enough to
make it painful to move away, while pushing two, then three
fingers, up into her vagina, trying to give attention to her clit
from both sides.

She screams "Meooow!" I know that this is more than she can
take, but persist for perhaps another minute with the rough
treatment on her clit, before releasing it. I breathe softly
against her, using my fingers to stimulate her from within. I
lay my other hand above her mound, stroking it gently. I do
this for a couple of minutes, using my fingers and breath to
excite her.

Her breathing gets faster and stronger. I begin to use my
tongue again, tasting the juices leaking from within, and
helping move them up her slit. I flick her clit, finally, and am
rewarded with a squirt of her own cream, as she pushes up
against my hand, again and again. I take the time to lap her
cream up, licking everywhere it has spread, slowly cleaning her
hole, moving ever more slowly as she relaxes.

She speaks to me, for the first time since this adventure began,
saying, "I love being a cat in the morning!"

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by Jeff Zephyr (jeffzeph) 2000.
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