A Generous Soul

A Generous Soul
A lotta people figure Hal for a mean son-of-a-bitch. After all, he looks tough in his leather gear and the way he talks about his four slaves, that they’re just four piles of jackal shit, it makes you think he’s a real misanthrope. But, hell, I’m his next door neighbor — he calls me his Mate — and I know for a fact that Hal, despite his seemingly sadistic demeanor, is the most generous soul I know.
Like the other day I was sitting with him in his living room drinking his beer. I had my feet up on one of his naked slaves, georgieboi, who was crouched in front of me like a fuckin ottoman. Hal was telling me how the Bible says, “Every one to whom much is given, of him will much be required.” He told me how fortunate he is, that he has all the things he needs, and so he wants to share what he has with others. He is amazed at how selfish some people can be. Then he noticed that georgieboi was starting to sag a little under my boots so he kicked his ass, and georgieboi got back into position. “Sorry about that, Mate. Hate to see you uncomfortable.”
Just then the doorbell rang, and little timmy ran to open the door. It was Frank from around the corner. “Hey, Frank, come on in and join us for a beer. I’ll call another footstool in here.”
“No thanks, Hal. I won’t interrupt.” Frank looked kind of stressed out, all het up like. “I just came over to borrow something, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure, Frank, mi casa su casa. What do you need?”
Frank glanced at the two naked slaves in the room and said, “I need an ass something bad.”
“Hell, no problem.” Then he dismissed little timmy and shouted for toni to get his naked ass in here. Now that’s just what I mean. Hal could have lent any one of his slave asses to Frank, and I’m sure Frank would have been content, but he gave him toni who everyone knows has the most talented fuckhole of the bunch!
Frank went off with the loaner, and Hal continued our conversation. “Frank looked desperate, didn’t he? He’s probably going to fuck that thing long and hard all afternoon. But nothing to worry about. He always returns my stuff in good condition. You know what Jesus said in the sermon on the mount, Mate?”
“No, Hal, you tell me.”
“He said, `Give to the one who asks you and do not turn away from the one who wants to borrow from you.’”
“Good advice. I’ll try to remember that.”
“Say, I see you finished your drink.” Hal then yelled out to the kitchen, “blackie, what the fuck are you doing?My Mate here needs another beer.” blackie came skipping in with two fresh beers for us, then bent over so Hal could whack his poor ass. blackie stood beside his Master waiting for orders. “Hey, Mate, you need a fuck or anything?”
I glanced at blackie’s bubble butt and his big dark sausage, and thought about it. “No, not right now. But thanks for the offer, Hal. Maybe I’ll take a rain check.”
“You got it, Mate, any time. Mi casa su casa.” He dismissed blackie, who probably had chores to finish in the kitchen.
I noticed a bandaid on georgieboi’s arm. Hal explained, “Yeah, I donated blood this morning. I go down to the clinic every week and donate a pint of my slaveblood. It’s so important. Otherwise, they’d be buying more blood off of crack addicts and like that. They know my four slaves are healthy. They can trust me to give them good clean stuff.” I wondered to myself if the loss of blood was the reason georgieboi began to droop earlier.I decided to take one foot off his backside.
Hal went on, “I also filled out four organ donor cards at the clinic. Told them that if any poor bastard comes in and needs a cock transplant, I got four right here that ain’t being used. Someone may as well get some use out of them.” I noticed georgieboi closing his eyes. Then I thought about the lucky hunk who might get blackie’s sausage some day. “So far, they haven’t called. You know, they gotta match blood types and all, but I bet eventually they’ll need one. You know in the city there are gunfights and knife attacks. Some guy’s gonna end up getting his pecker shot off or mangled or something. It’ll make me feel damn happy to know I could give a guy back his fucker. A man without a fucker ain’t worth jackal shit. The Good Book tells us to take care of those in need.” You see what I mean, Hal just doesn’t have a selfish bone in his body. How many guys you know who’d give up a cock if he’s asked?
Hal has a particular interest in the clinic, and in transplants, because he was a doctor himself. Had a lucrative career in plastic surgery. Nose jobs and tummy tucks for wealthy clients. He took great pride in his work. Never left a visible scar. He invested his money wisely, made a killing, and retired at a young age, with enough funds to meet all his needs, as he said, which included maintaining his stable of four slaves.
little timmy is the newest. About a year and a half ago, Hal was at his favorite BDSM store picking up some whips and clamps and asking about any new merchandise. The proprietor told him about a friend who was working on an electric device similar to, but less expensive than, the TENS. But it was not being marketed yet because it had never been tested on human subjects. Hal offered to test the item in the name of research.So a few days later, with raymond strapped to a cross, Hal experimented with the new device. First he applied current to raymond’s ankles and got an amusing reaction, an uncontrollable jump. Hal tried other appendages and eventually stuck one probe up raymond’s ass and clipped the other to the balls. When the current was applied, the reaction was not as amusing. Hal shut it off quickly, but raymond’s balls had already been singed. He couldn’t sit for a week, and never got full control of his bladder function. Unfortunately, raymond was damaged goods and Hal had to dispose of him. It was too bad, because raymond was well trained, valuable property. But Hal was still happy to help a friend of a friend in the advance of technology. He said he was glad no one had paid good money for this implement before it was perfected. At least no harm had been done. Yep, Hal is generous to a fault. That’s when he got little timmy, and under Hal’s training, this one will soon be as valuable as raymond.
One night I met a guy at the bar named Ronny and we got to talking. He learned I lived next door to Hal. It seems last year, Hal had hired him and his buddy Harold to paint the waiting room at the clinic. “Hal donated all the paint. He hired us for the weekend when the clinic was closed, but he told us not to rush, that it was important to do the job properly. The first morning, he showed up and verified that we had everything we needed. He gave us his cell number in case we ran out of anything. Then before he left us for the day, he whistled and these four guys came in. Hell, the four of them were buck naked!”
“His slaves,” I said.
“Yeah, that’s what we learned later. Anyway, Hal told us to use them anyway we needed to help get the job done. Then he left. Well, I tell you we didn’t know what the fuck to make of it. Harold wondered if they were there to spy on us. But we soon discovered they were very useful. We had them moving ladders, putting dropcloths on furniture, stuff like that. We told blackie to keep a coffeepot going. When we broke for lunch, little timmy ordered pizza and when it came, he got the door. I think it must have been a place they ordered from a lot cause the delivery boy didn’t bat an eye when this naked guy paid him. By then blackie had crouched down on his hands and knees like a fuckin table and little timmy set the pizza box down on blackie’s back. georgieboi brought us cold beers from the ice chest and then the four of them just waited while we ate. There we were sitting in our paint clothes, staring down at blackie’s big black buttocks. My face was just inches from little timmy’s dick. Harold kept looking at georgieboi and toni. Finally he couldn’t control it any longer and began rubbing his crotch. I did the same and as soon as the pizza was gone, we both slipped off our coveralls. I’m sure Harold was planning on wanking just like I was. But we didn’t get the chance. As soon as we kicked off our pants and stood back up, we each had someone’s mouth on our dick. Damn, they were great cocksuckers. While little timmy and georgieboi sucked..................
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