Him
Who Made The Seven Stars
By
Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter
10
“There
is
a
principle
which
is
proof against all information, which is proof
against all arguments, which cannot fail to keep a man in everlasting
ignorance: that principle is contempt, prior to investigation.” ~
Herbert Spencer
After one final
hug, Tron turned without a word, and walked back to his truck. He
opened the door on the passenger side where Moss was waiting for him.
Tron tossed his son the keys. “You drive,” he said, “and wipe that
gotdamn shit-eat’n grin off’n yore’ face, boy,” Tron growled.
Moss quickly
moved over to the driver’s side, but couldn’t help laugh at his dad’s
comment as he turned the ignition to crank the Cummings diesel motor in
the big heavy duty fifth wheel Dodge Ram dually pickup truck. He knew
better than to say anything. Moss figured if his old man wanted to talk
about it, he would in his own good time. Since his mother died, Tron
was getting better at opening up to his son, but Moss knew not to push.
Moss didn’t say anymore, concentrated on turning the truck around, and
headed down the five miles to the front gate of the Daniels’ ranch. Moss would
glance over at his dad now and then, but didn’t linger. His dad kept
his face turned away from him looking out at the handsome Highland
cattle silently grazing in the pasture. Suddenly, Tron reached into his
back pocket, brought out his bandanna, and started to sob his heart out
like it was going to break. Moss slowly pulled the truck to the side of
the road, stopped, and set the brake. The young cowboy placed his right
arm around his dad, and gently put his hand on his shoulder. Tron
didn’t pull away.
“What’s the
matter, Pa?” he asked.
“That gotdamn
Nathan done went and broke ma’ heart this e’nin,” he lamented, and
cried some more.
“What I jes’
watched my old man do t’weren’t the actions of a man with a broken
heart. I thought you’n Mr. Daniels was tighter’n two ticks on an old
hound dog,” Moss said.
“We is. We still
are -- more’n ever now, but a man can break yore’ heart out of kindness
as well as being mean spirited or hateful, Son,” Tron said trying to
get himself together.
“I got me a
feel’n I know where this is going. Aside from the gift of my new
finger, which was pretty frick’n amazing by any standards of
friendship, my main man, ma’ rope’n partner done offered me a job this
e’nin. I think I can harmonize on the chorus of this song you be sing’n
if’n you like,” Moss said drolly with his best Texas speak. He got a
laugh out of Tron, and they shared a laugh together.
“Mean’n no
disrespect to Ms. Kate -- God knows, I love her dearly -- but that
sum’bitch’n neighbor and brother of mine done went a gimme’ ten
thousand dollars this e’nin,” Tron said in awe.
“Jes’ nod when
you want me to jump in on the chorus, Ramrod,” Moss said, and grinned.
“Don’t tell
me...?” Tron looked at Moss like a dare.
“Billy done
gimme’ the same amount, Pa. I didn’t wanna’ take it, ‘cause I know’d
you don’t believe in accepting no charity, but he told me it was an
advance on my salary. He said he’s planing on paying me a thousand a
month as one of his staff, so he gets ten months work out of me for it.
Hell, Dad, a thousand a month is more money than most free ranch hands
make,” Moss said.
“From what I’m
hearing, they ain’t too many freeman ranch hands around anymore. The
larger ranches are mostly manned by cowboy slaves, and most of them
feel lucky to have the job even if it means being a slave. Since them
cafeteria christianist, them evangelical church fuckers took over the
government, they’s thousands of folks starve’n to death out there ever’
day, Son. So much for do unto others. At least slaves get fed good, and
for the most part, live pretty well. Nathan told me much the same thing
Billy told you. He saw his role in Billy’s new empire growing to one of
larger ranch management, and he said he needed a straw-boss to help him
get things done. He even talked about possible future plans of
consolidating our two ranches, and making it one big operation with
equal benefits for ever’body. What chu’ plan to do with yore’ money,
boy?” Tron asked.
“Allow myself
eight hundred a month for us to live on, and sock two hundred a month
away in savings. I ain’t gonna’ go crazy and run buy ever’thing I’d
like to have like a new faster computer. I’ll wait until my savings
builds up, and I can afford to pay cash for it,” Moss said firmly.
“You got chore’
mother’s sensibility when it comes to money, Son. If’n it weren’t for
her, we wouldn’t have the ranch for a home,” Tron said, “I ain’t never
been good with money. That’s why I let you handle most of our money
since yore’ ma died. Nathan and me, we got lots more to talk about, but
I won’t agree to nothing ‘afore I talked with you about it. Hell, Son,
it sounds like too good a deal for us to pass up. With the money Nathan
gimme,’ we can pay off the mortgage we had to take out on the ranch to
buy this truck when our old one dropped dead from too many years and
way too many miles. Poor thing. May she rust in peace,” Tron said, and
they shared a laugh.
“That was bad,
Pa,” Moss said, laughed, and shook his head.
“Yeah, well,
what
da’ ya’ expect from an old redneck cowboy, Son?” Tron asked, and
grinned.
“You done taught
me never to expect nothing from nobody, Dad, but you know what? With
you, I ain’t never had to worry none about it. You were always there
for me when I needed you -- but don’t expect me to thank you, or tell
you I love you. No, sir! I ain’t about to. I jes’ ain’t a’ gonna’ do
it, ‘cause I know’d it embarrasses the shit out a’ you, and how much
you hate that kind a talk from another man,” Moss said with an
inflection in his voice which said he was bullshit’n and poking gentle
fun at his old man.
“Well, maybe
once’t wouldn’t hurt none,” Tron said quietly.
“Naw -- now Dad
-- I done made up my mind, I just ain’t a gonna’ do it. I love you too
goddamn much to embarrassed you like’at,” Moss couldn’t hold it
anymore, and broke up laughing.
“Am I that much
of a’ hard ass, Son?” Tron asked.
“Pert-damn
much,” Moss said firmly, and laughed again.
“Well, that all
changed tonight,” Tron said, and let out a deep sigh.
“Nooo, shit!”
exclaimed Moss, and laughed, “I watched my old, hard nosed,
bull-of-the-woods, hyper-masculine pa, the last of the real American
cowboys, do something so out of character it damn near stopped my
heart; but chu’ know what? I’m damn proud of you, Dad,” Moss said with
firm conviction, “H’it don’t make you uncomfortable for me to tell you
I’s proud of you, does it, Pa?” Moss asked, and grinned.
“Will you cut
that out? Wait’ll I get you home, boy,” Tron said, and growled.
“You gonna’
gimme’ a good spank’n, Pa?” Moss asked in eager anticipation, and
perked right up.
“I jes’ might,”
Tron replied.
“Last time you
spanked me I come all over you,” Moss reminded him.
“I remember.
You’s a sick puppy, boy,” Tron said, and grinned.
“I take after me
old man,” Moss shot back proudly, and they shared a good laugh.
When they got
home and walked into the house, Tron pulled out his ten thousand
dollars, and handed it to his son. “Here! I wan’t you to take care of
the money for us, Son. Let’s pay off the mortgage which is about
thirty-five hun’nert, and put the rest with yours. Gimme’ twenty-five
dollars ever’ Monday morning for pocket money, and keep a record of our
spending on yore’ computer. Let’s see how things go,” Tron said.
“Be glad to, Pa.
Glad you trust me. It means a lot,” Moss said.
“You mean the
world to me, boy. I’d trust you wiff’ ma’ life. You and the Daniels’ is
the only reason I keep on going,” Tron replied, “but don’t let it go to
yore’ head or nothing, and don’t expect me to get all mushy and tell
you how much I love you,” Tron growled, and grinned.
“Wouldn’t think
on it, Pa,” Moss replied, “although, a good spank’n from my old man
would go a long way to show me how much,” he added, and fell out
laughing. Tron laughed, too, and gently cuffed his son on the back of
his neck.
* * * * * * *
Billy sent the
cowboys to clean up and have the twins gather their dirty clothes. Kate
gave them a waterproof pen to write their names on the left pocket of
their wranglers and undershirts. They didn’t have underwear. After all,
real cowboys don’t wear no underwear noways. The cowboys were more
tired than they thought. Buck and Hank hadn’t done much physical work
in a good while, and their asses were dragging. Buck told Hank while he
was dog tired, he felt more alive than he did in years. Hank agreed
with him. They talked about sucking each other off, but once their
heads hit the soft bed and pillows, they were down for the count.
The twins
brought the cowboy’s laundry down to the service porch. Kate taught
them how to measure the liquid soap, and set the machines to wash and
dry their brother’s clothes. They didn’t have washers and dryers on
Retikki Prime, and the twins thought the automatic machines were the
most wonderful inventions they’d come across in a while. On Retikki
Prime laundry was done by sub-prime androids. Since the halflings were
bunking it in with their big brother buckaroos while in the big house
they quietly carried the carefully folded clothes to their rooms and
left them on the dressers. They stripped, and went to shower themselves.
“I’m so hyped
from our music making this evening, and the strong masculine smells
from our cowboy brothers, I’m really horny, brother,” Cass said.
“Yeah, me too,
bro,” Poly agreed.
“You think we
should...?” Cass asked.
“We’re alone. No
one would know,” Poly replied.
“But we would be
disobeying our master. Remember what happened the last time we didn’t
obey our masters? We had to wear them damnable chastity belts for six
months. I remember crying ourselves to sleep night after night not
being able to make love to each other. Master Billy thinks we don’t
know our master’s on Retikki Prime gave him those belts just in case,”
Cass said.
“Well, he did
leave us under Hank and Buck’s care, and he told us to mind them. We
could wake one of them and ask permission,” Poly said.
“Naw, they’s
tired, and them old men need their rest. Let’s just clean up, crawl in
bed with them, and hope for the best. I’d settle for sucking them off,”
Cass said.
“They were
snoring up a storm when we come in. They’ll probably sleep all night,
but I agree with you we better not take the chance,” Poly said.
The halflings
moaned and groaned at their need for relief. The sensuality of bathing
each other almost got the better of them. They finished and toweled
each other dry, hung up their towels, and turned to walk to the
anteroom when they suddenly came to a stop. Standing in the anteroom,
in all his metaphorically celestial beauty, was their cowboy master,
wings and all. They ran to him naked and surrounded him with their love.
“You can’t hide
what you do from me, buckaroos. Thankfully, you made the right
decision, and I’m proud of you. There may come a time when I feel I can
totally trust you, and I won’t have to keep them belts no more; but,
until then, I’ll just keep them in a safe place as a reminder to always
obey your master. I told you my reasons for demanding control and your
faithful obedience, but I’m not without empathy. Y’ain’t the only
varmints what gets horny. I been so horny, one time my eyeballs got
stuck upside down in my head, and I had to hang from a hitch’n post for
several hours to get them sum’bitches back to normal. I believe
goodness and faithfulness to your master should be rewarded. Put on
some clean clothes. You men are gonna’ bunk it in with your big
brother, Boomer, your master, and his new slave tonight. You’ll help me
husband my big mate, Nick and I will try to take care of your
insatiable needs, then you can sleep with yore’ big brother in the loft
of the barn,” Billy said, stealing a kiss from both.
“Oh, thank you,
Master Billy, it would be like an answer to a prayer. Hosanna!” Cass
exclaimed.
“In the
highest!" Poly answered polyphonically, “We love you, Master Billy,” he
added.
“Well, I love
you men, too, so the quicker you get dressed, the sooner you’s gonna’
get chore’selves some warm sweet watcher cream to drink. Since old
Boomer impregnated our little Highland heifer with our bairn, his teats
are so full of his sweet milk I might have to buy him a bra to keep ‘em
from sagging to the ground. You’ll be doing him a favor to relieve him
of some,” Billy said, “and if’n you’s real good I’ll share his big
beefy load with you,” he added, tickled them, and got them laughing.
The halflings
quickly and quietly gathered their clean clothes, put them on, but
carried their buckaroo boots with them down the hallway to pull them on
while sitting on the top step of the stairs. Billy didn’t want them
disturbing their brothers. They walked down the stairs into the kitchen
hand in hand with their master. Kate was still up talking with Nathan,
Nick, and Boomer. They looked up when Billy and the twins came into the
room. “Ah, my big guardian angel and his two smaller angels, his
cherubs, on either side of him. I’ll always remember that picture,” she
said and giggled, “You gonna’ kidnap my help, Grandson?” she asked.
“Only for the
night. We’ll have them back before sunup to give you a hand. They been
extra good. You said they’s been working hard, and I think they deserve
to spend an evening with their master, their big brother, and their
master’s new slave,” Billy said, and smiled at Nick. Nick grinned and
nodded his approval.
“Come!” Kate
held her arms open, and the twins ran to her. She hugged, kissed each
one, and admonished them to be good and mind their master. Tomorrow,
they would have more time, and she would start teaching them how to
read printed music. They assured her they would be looking forward to
it.
Nathan was
unaccustomed to people invading his space and rarely hugged or kissed
anyone; however, the twins watched Mr. Garrett hug and kiss Master
Billy’s uncle and plant a kiss on his mouth which was considerably more
than a brotherly peck. Applying one situation to the other, they went
to him and did the same. Billy and Kate roared with laugher. Nathan was
a good sport, and returned their affection in kind.
“Jesus, they’s
like two puppy dogs. You can’t help love ‘em,” Nathan said, and laughed.
Billy looked at
the twins, winked, and said like he was a barking dog, “Morph!”
They understood
immediately, and morphed into two Great Pyrenees dogs, and were all
over Nathan. “Holy crap, you didn’t tell me they had other talents,” he
said, and laughed nervously petting each of the large beautiful dogs.
Kate was laughing her ass off at the expression on her sometimes
prudish son’s face. Nick and Boomer were holding each other laughing.
“Sorry, Uncle
Nate, I couldn’t help it. The devil made me do it,” Billy said, and
laughed.
“See? What did I
tell you? I get blamed for everything,” Nick said in mock disgust
shaking his head. Everyone laughed at him.
Billy went to
him and gave him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, “You’s the only demon I
want sharing my bed, Tonto,” Billy said sweetly.
Kate wasn’t
naive. She may have graduated from a religious affiliated college, but
being a music major she became friends with several gay men who were
talented organist. She got over her strictly conservative religious
upbringing pretty damn quick. She came to love and admire them for who
they were and certainly their talents. They were always open and
available for her if she needed help, a trained, kindly, critical ear
to play for, or encouragement when she felt she couldn’t measure up. She and Daws
maintained friendships with them for years, and Kate still was in touch
with a few. A couple went on to become organist of large churches and
cathedrals in the U.S. and Europe, and they would come with their life
partner to stay at the ranch for a week or more.
Daws and Kate wined
and dinned them like visiting royalty, and it was a wonderful get away
from a more complicated life to the down-to-earth simplicity of the
ranch for them where they were free to be themselves. The artists were
generous enough to offer a free concert for invited guest from the
community. The concerts at the Daniels’ ranch became the 'in’ thing to
be invited to within a small close community. Whether you understood or
enjoyed good music or not, if you were lucky enough to get invited you
attended, and acted like it was the most wonderful thing to happen in
the community. If you were invited and didn’t attend without calling to
give your regrets, you were never invited again.
Mothers
intuitively know about their sons. Kate knew when her boys, Gus and
Nathan, were little more than toddlers, Gus was going to be straight
and take after his daddy, but she worried about Nathan. While he was
all male and grew up to be a formidable figure of a Western man, Nathan
inherited more of his mother’s sensibilities and emotions. Gus was all
boy, loud, brash, and obnoxious at times, a real root’n toot’n
buckaroo, but Nathan was thoughtful, sensitive, quiet, and reserved.
His brother overwhelmed him, and Nathan adjusted his personality
to play second fiddle. Gus was three
years older than Nathan, and was always in charge. Gus wasn’t a bully.
His daddy would never allow it. Daws held a deep belief in the cowboy
code. Part of it was, all men should be given an equal chance, and he
damn well intended to see his younger boy got his chance without being
overrun or overshadowed by his older brother. He nipped Gus’s attempts
at being a bully and pulling mean spirited power trips on his younger
brother in the bud at an early age.
Nathan expressed
an interest in music, and his mother began to teach him the basics. Gus
had no interest in music or the arts at all, unless it was looking at
naked girls on the Internet. He was only interested in sports and
rodeo. He soaked up the cowboy way of life like he was born to the
saddle, and it was the most natural thing in the world for him. Nathan,
on the other hand, had to work at it, and if he couldn’t master
something as easily as his brother, he quickly lost confidence in
himself and gave up trying. One day Gus
sneered at Nathan trying to learn a piece of music, and called him a
sissy. He told him real men didn’t play the piano, only little girls.
Nathan got so angry he tore the music up into little pieces, and to
Gus’s unexpected amazement watched his little brother turn into a
raging bull. Nathan attacked his big brother with everything he had. He
ran at him full charge, threw a full bodied frontal block into Gus’s
middle, and knocked the wind out of him.
Gus was
momentarily stunned and lay immobile on the floor as Nathan proceed to
pound him in the face with all his might. Gus was yelling, crying, and
pleading for Nathan to stop. Nathan was yelling his hatred and wrath
for his brother who had pushed him to the limit of his patience. Nathan
was winning and might have done serious damage to his brother when Daws
pulled him off Gus. Rather that protest his dad’s interference, Nathan
turned into his dad’s big comforting arms and cried his heart out. Daw
was convinced Nathan was more frightened by his own rage than he was
any damage he might have caused his brother.
Daws knew what
happened. He heard the exchange from the other room, and was on his way
to chew Gus’s butt out; however, when he saw Nathan’s anger, he decided
to let nature take its course, and he watched his youngest son damn
near beat the crap out of his older brother. Daws told his wife that
night, he was proud of Nathan, and he knew no matter the boy’s choice
of partners in life, Nathan would grow up to be a good man. He would be
all right.
Nathan never
asked his mother for another lesson. When Kate tried to reason with
him, he told her he wasn’t interested in music anymore. He wanted to be
a cowboy like his dad. After that, Daws started showing Nathan more
attention, and would only let Gus join them if he treated his younger
brother with respect. If he started getting pushy or bossy, Daws would
tell him to put his pony up, and send him up to the house to help his
mother.
Gus soon
learned, with properly applied genuine interest and encouragement of
his little brother, he could have him eating out of his hand -- and he
did. Through trial and lots of errors, Daws, slowly taught his oldest
boy how to become a loving and caring human being. He taught him how to
become a big brother and friend to his younger brother. Like everything
else he did, Gus mastered his role perfectly, and after a while it
didn’t seem like work anymore. He began to enjoy his new role and
excelled at it. Nathan grew to
worship his big brother and loved him deeply. He would have done
anything for Gus. He developed a deep crush on his older brother. Gus
wasn’t stupid, he knew, but with a little help from his dad, and
granddad, he became wise enough neither to abuse nor take advantage of
his little brother’s love. Gus asked Nathan to be his best man at his
wedding. Daws took Gus aside, and made a special point to tell him he
did the right thing by asking Nathan to be his best man; he was proud
of him. Gus walked a little taller that day.
After the
incident in the compound with Tron earlier in the evening, Kate was
pretty sure Nathan wasn’t dwelling in a deep dark secret closet
anymore. She knew their embrace and lip-lock was just a tad more than a
thank-you-brother kiss. She figured out a number of years ago they were
seeing each other at the line cabin, but she had no proof they were
knocking boots. She wasn’t a prude by any means. She just didn’t
believe in interfering or second guessing other folks private lives,
especially if they wanted to keep portions secret. Now she was
pretty sure her grandson was also a friend of Dorothy Gale’s and a card
carrying member of the Lollipop guild. Billy had his very own munchkins
to skip off with down the yellow brick road to the line cabin. Kate was
pretty sure Edith and Archie were his fairy godparents, and Nick was
his wonderful wizard. Boomer was, of course, the cowardly lion. She
laughed wickedly to herself imagining herself as “Glinda,” the good
witch of the South. Her only comment to Billy brought him to his knees
laughing, “When do we get to meet the Tin Man, Son?” Kate asked sweetly.
“They’s three on
my ship, Mistress Kate,” Nick spoke up.
“I should have
known. It figures. The Wizard always has a few tin men around,” Kate
said, grinned, and shook her head laughing.
* * * * * * *
After goodbyes
and good nights were said, Billy gathered his immediate family, and
Nick gave him a lesson in trans-location. He told Billy to link with
his mind, and he would show him how to do it. Billy joined him, and saw
everything Nick did. It didn’t seem difficult to Billy. He thought he
could probably handle it pretty easy. << Ain’t no doubt in
my mind, Master, >> Nick sent to him.
<< I know,
Tonto, I could feel it, >> he sent back.
They arrived in
the barn in another flash of bright light. This time Roz wasn’t
spooked, and slowly turned her head with a bored look in her eyes.
“Welcome back, Master Billy,” she said.
“Thank you, Roz,
how you feeling?” Billy asked, as he walked over to pet her.
“All right, but
just a mite hungry,” she said.
“We’ll take care
of that pert-damn quick, sweetheart,” Billy said.
“Ya’ll have a
good day, sir?” she asked.
“We did, Roz. We
got a lot of things done, but we’re tired, and I’m exhausted from
wearing these damn wings all day. It seems as if they were another gift
from your wonderful people, but they’s gonna’ take getting used to.
Looking like an angel ain’t fun. It’s hard work. They came in handy,
though,” Billy said.
The twins came
over an petted Roz, and she seemed to respond well. “You men behaving
yourselves?” she asked.
“Trying to, Ms.
Roz. We been doing work up to the big house on the ranch for Master
Billy’s grandmother. She’s a good lady, and we come to love her. She’s
gonna’ teach us about music on Earth,” Cass said.
“Anytime you men
want to bring your fiddles and play me a tune, it would be
appreciated,” Roz said.
“We’ll asked
Master Billy. We’d be happy to ma’am,” Poly said.
Nick, Boomer,
and Billy got busy, cleaned Roz’s stall, then Samson, and Maybelle’s.
Billy told Samson about his day while they fed and took care of them.
Billy left the barn door open, so they could walk in, move about, and
give Roz some company. She could communicate with them mentally. Roz
and Maybelle learned a lot about their new master from Samson. Of
course, Samson loved his rider deeply. The big stallion made him out to
be a hero, the very best rider in Texas, maybe even the world, and he
felt lucky and proud to own such a fine young human. He assured
Maybelle and Roz they couldn’t be in a better place.
The men fed the
grazing animals and decided to clean up for the evening. Billy took
Boomer to the shower and bathed him good. If he didn’t, after a while,
Boomer began to develop his signature Watcher or Bigfoot odor. In the
early stages, it could be quite sexy to Billy, but it could quickly
progress to pungent then foul. The giant Watchers on Retikki Prime kept
trustworthy slaves who were with them for years to groom them, and they
were always clean. On Earth it was more difficult unless a Watcher was
lucky enough to own his own master who had a couple of adoring
halflings to give him a hand.
Nick watched all
this, and could feel Billy’s devotion to his bonded mate was palpable.
He and Boomer weren’t just playing at it, they were spiritually bonded.
Nick already knew how the drill would go. Boomer would always be with
them as a protector, much like Nick’s Kerubim, but they would work
around them to come together in the middle. Nick had his doubts at
first, but with Samson’s help, he came to see Boomer’s constant
presence as more of a blessing than a hindrance. Sam was also right
when he told Nick he would get the lion’s share of his owner, Billy
Daniels, if he became his slave.
After Billy had
Boomer sit down on one of the kitchen stools in front of the fireplace,
he and the twins carefully combed his fur, and lightly powered him
until
he smelled like a baby. He got great pleasure out of Billy using his
grandmother’s old hair dryer on him, and kept a solid erection the
whole time. The halflings loved seeing their big brother’s boner. The
knew they did the right thing by begging Master Billy to take them for
his slaves and bring them to Earth with them. They experienced many
wonderful surprises since they left Retikki Prime.
Billy went to
Nick, hugged and kissed him, “Me and the twins will take Boomer to the
loft and husband him. When we’re finished we’ll return to you. Will you
be all right, Tonto?” he asked.
“I’ll be fine,
Kemosabe. I got Sam and Maybelle to talk with if’n I gets lonesome, but
first, I’s head’n to the shower to clean up. Where shall I meet you, in
bed or before the fire?” Nick asked.
“Before the
fire. Get out that older comforter from the closet we used last night.
It’s big enough for the four of us,” Billy replied.
“Will the twins
be with us for evening, Master?” Nick asked.
“No, once you
and I husband them, I’ll send them to bunk it in with their big brother
in the loft. I got two big comfortable sleeping bags with foam mattress
for them. They’ll be in hog heaven with their big bro to keep them warm
all night,” Billy replied, “Then I’ll return to my handsome demon
slave-dad’s arms, and I will be yours for the rest of the evening.
Since it’s your first night as my new slave, Pa, you may have your
choice. Whatever your demon heart desires from his master will be
yours,” Billy replied.
“That one’s
easy. I want chore’ soul, boy,” Nick said in a deep devilish voice.
“Shit, Tonto,
how many times I gotta’ give it to you afore you finally realize you
already own it?” Billy shot back, and got Nick laughing.
“I should a’
know’d better. I guess I deserved that,” Nick said, grinned, and shook
his head.
“No you didn’t.
I’s jes’ being a smart ass. Anytime we’re alone together like tonight,
relax, just be yore’self -- be my dad,” Billy urged him.
“I understand,
Son, I can do that,” Nick said sincerely.
Billy and the
twins walked into the barn and climbed up into the loft. Boomer gave
them a hand up. Before they got going Billy wanted a little watcher
milk for himself and drank some straight from Boomer’s big teat. He
felt and massaged both. Boomer’s pectoral muscles were stretched to the
max, and were hard as rocks he was so full of milk. Boomer moaned and
groaned at Billy’s manipulations. While it was sensual for him, it was
almost painful. Billy drank his fill and had Poly and Cass alternate
hooking up to his other teat. Boomer seemed like he was in heaven, and
never lost his rock hard erection.
When Billy drank
all the sweet milk he wanted, he motioned for Cass to take his place.
Billy moved down and slowly took his giant beast. He had even less
problem this time providing his mate with a first class stellar
blowjob. He got Boomer writhing on his blanket in the hay, and the
twins were like two lamprey eels on a shark sucking his teats. Boomer
had a big hairy arm around each twin like a furry seatbelt holding them
to him on a bumpy plane ride. Boomer was sure he shot the biggest load
of his life into his master, his handsome cowboy husband’s maw. He shot
forth volumes of watcher gizz. Billy gulped him down so none of his
precious fluid was wasted, but the final load Boomer shot, Billy held
in his mouth.
He motioned for
his two apprentice husbands to come to him, and Billy fed Cass and Poly
like a
mother bird regurgitating food to her babies. They made ‘mmm’ sounds as
their master fed them their big brother’s beefy seed. Once again, they
were sure they were in heaven. That’s the way they were. They put their
all into everything they did, and they milked every experience in life
to the max. Billy saved a bit for himself, enjoying the last swallow of
his mate and protector’s strong beefy flavor. He breathed in
through his mouth like an experienced wine taster getting the last
essence of a rare vintage. Billy was amused. He could tell Boomer was
so relaxed, his light was fading fast. He could barely thank them with
a hug and kiss for each, rolled onto his side, and was snoring in a
matter of minutes. Billy wondered how many women in the world
experienced the same thing from their husbands? He just shook his head
and grinned. He was glad his mate felt so relaxed he could drop off to
sleep. A good blowjob was much cheaper than a prescription for sleeping
pills.
* * * * * * * *
Billy and his
posse climbed down the ladder from the loft, bid goodnight to Roz, and
returned to the cabin. Billy closed the barn door to give him and Nick
some privacy. ‘One down and three to go,’ he thought to himself. Life
with an extended family was good -- busy, but good.
They found Nick
naked, still drying himself from his shower. “Give our demon dad a hand
there, buckaroos. Cass and Poly hurried to Nick’s side took his towel
from him. Billy threw another to Poly and they had Nick dried in a few
minutes. He got a big grin on his face. “I could get used to being
pampered like this,” Nick said.
“That’s good.
Just don’t let it spoil you none,” Billy said, “h’it ain’t the cowboy
way,” he added.
“Accept goodness
when it comes, but don’t always expect it?” Nick asked.
“You’s get’n
good at that, Tonto,” Billy said.
“I’m learning
from the best, Kemosabe,” Nick replied.
“That reminds
me. Samson, you were gonna’ tell me about what Tonto and Kemosabe
means?” Billy asked.
<< Can you
all hear me? >> Samson asked.
The twins perked
up. Their mental hearing was being slowly restored from the watcher
milk they been drinking. They could hear Samson loud and clear.
Everyone nodded their head.
<< It's a
well known fact in several Indian dialects the name "Tonto" means
simple, witless, with a retiring, but pleasant personality; a wingman
or a trusted friend who will lie through his teeth to back you up and
swear on his mother's grave what you just said was the god's gospel
truth. While, on the other hand,"Kemosabe" simply means, a damn good
fuck, >> Samson sent, and horse laughed. Maybelle joined him.
The men doubled
over with laughter. “I’d say it pretty well defines us, wouldn’t you,
Tonto?” Billy asked Nick still laughing.
“Absolutely,
Kemosabe. You say it’s gospel truth, I’ll back you up, and I have to
say you meet every inch of the name ‘Kemosabe,’” he said and they
laughed together. The twins thought it was funny, too.
Billy and Nick
took care of the twins. Billy took Cass and Nick took Poly. Billy
ordered Cass onto the large leather couch before the fireplace. He told
him to grab his legs and expose his little hole for his master to play
with while he sucked him off. Cass didn’t hesitate. Nick liked the idea
and had Poly do the same. Billy got a couple of hand towels and a small
tin of Bag Balm and used a little to grease Cass’s tight little hole.
Nick went right
along with his master action for action. Nick watched Billy start to
finger fuck Cass and Nick started doing the same for Poly. The twins
were in ecstasy. After fucking Cass for a few minutes, Billy leaned
over and took his ample halfling cock into his mouth and started
sucking him. It didn’t take Billy and Nick long before the twins
grabbed them by their heads and yelled 'Hosanna’ when they shot their
loads.
Nick forgot what
Billy told him about the Hosanna cakes. His first taste of Poly’s gizz,
his face lit up, and he sucked harder to get more from the small man.
After Billy received his treat from Cass he yelled, “Hosanna!” and Nick
replied, “Hosanna in the highest!” they laughed together. “I thought
you’s kidding about them hosanna cakes,” Nick said.
“Let that be a
lesson to you, Pa. Your boy won’t never lie to you,” Billy said.
“I didn’t mean
it that way, Son. I jes’ thought you’s bullshit’n me,” he said.
“I suppose the
proof is in the pudding,” Billy said wickedly.
“Cain’t gainsay
that, Master,” Nick said, and they shared another laugh.
Billy got the
halflings cleaned up, and saw them to the loft in the barn. They
climbed
the ladder, and got into their sleeping bags. Boomer woke just enough
to
know they joined him, wrapped a huge arm around each one, and pulled
them close. The twins were in heaven sleeping in the arms of their
giant hairy brother. Boomer was his own heat engine and kept the twins
toasty all night.
Billy returned
from the Barn to find Nick morphed into the big red devil like he was
the night before. He looked spectacular and sexy as hell. He smiled and
opened his arms for Billy to come to him. He was about a third again
bigger than he was as a messenger and he made Billy feel like a much
younger boy. They kissed and Billy got roaring hard. The demon and his
surrogate son sat in front of the warm fire under the blanket for
sometime with Nick holding Billy and stealing a kiss from time to time.
“Something
bothering you, Son?” Nick asked in his deep devil voice.
“No, not at all.
I ain’t got me a care in the world right at this moment, and my heart
is at peace. While I was walking back from the barn it occurred to me,
I couldn’t feel my wings no more. It’s like they’s light as a feather
now. It was like a great weight was lifted from me, and it felt
wonderful. Sort of like when I take off them heavy buckaroo boots in
the e’nin, and my feet feet lighter that air. I guess it was the
thought
of just sitting here, safe, in the big arms of my hot demon dad, warm
in front of the fire, being able to let everything go and relax, what
done it,” Billy said.
Nick stole a
kiss and pulled him tighter, “I don’t mean to bust your bubble, Son,
but that ain’t what done it. It’s the the feeling you get when your
body fully accepts the changes the Irin made, and your wings are now a
complete part of you. It’s been almost twenty-four hours, but since
you’s so young, it probably happened faster than usual. You can morph
them away now, if’n you like. It probably would be more comfortable
sleeping without them,” Nick said.
“How do I do
that, Pa?” Billy asked.
“Similar to
jumping, but you just sort of rearrange the furniture. That’s how I
think on it when I put mine away for a while, and change into yore’
favorite super hero demon dad from the realm of Hades,” he said
dramatically. Nick got a laugh out of his young cowboy master.
“You are a super
hero, Demon Dad. You’s my very special hero. So can my demon dad teach
me to morph my wings?” Billy asked.
“I think that’s
part of why we’s together. They’s a lot of things you need to learn and
powers you don’t know about you got to learn how to use and control. I
thought you was sent to help me, but everyday it becomes more clear, I
got it backwards. I was sent to help you. You’s the man here, Son. I’m
your humble slave, messenger, protector, teacher, and dad -- oh, yes,
and your release valve. You won’t never find no better fuck than me on
either end,” Nick bragged, and grinned wickedly. He looked wicked
anyway, but the extra bit of wicked made him wonderfully wicked.
“Let’s see if’n
we can get your wings to go away, Son,” Nick suggested, “Link your mind
with mine again,” he said.
Billy did and
saw large piles of love sitting around. He never saw a physical
manifestation of love before. It looked like a shit load of whipping
cream like the huge bowls his grandma made at Thanksgiving and
Christmas for a dessert topping. Billy could never get enough of either
-- whipped cream or love. He had no idea love could look so inviting.
<< That’s all for you, Son, >> Nick sent to him.
<< That’s
a shit load of love, Pa. Makes me wanna’ run, jump in it, roll around,
and get it all over me, >> Billy sent back.
<< I know,
love has that affect on people. I had to build an extra room just for
my love for you. It just keeps building up, Kemosabe. There’s so much
it’s almost moved all them other free-load’n bad boys out. Religion;
blind faith; addictions; and them conservative sisters, bigotry,
racism, hatred, envy, mendacity, laziness, smug arrogant ignorance, and
several other off spring of that nasty clan are all sharing the swing
on the back porch freezing their butts off, >> Nick sent and
laughed. Even Samson and Maybelle laughed at that one. << Now
clear that cogent mind of yours, and take my mental hand -- here,
>> Nick offered.
A giant hand
appeared in Billy’s head, and he looked down and saw his own hand. He
placed it in Nick’s, and found himself floating in a nether region.
<< Now just let your wings detach. That’s it! Now float
them away from your body into this space -- easy, >> he
instructed Billy, << See that white pair lying there. Them’s
mine. Just let yours gently settle down next to them. That’s it! That’s
it! Slowly now. That’s right. There, you’re done. Your wings are gone.
Open your eyes, Son, >> Nick sent.
Billy opened his
eyes, and he could feel his wings were gone. He stood and walked to the
tall mirror next to the bed, but he saw no wings. They were gone. He
returned, hugged, and kissed his demon dad. “Thanks, Nick. Will I get
good enough to call or remove them at a moments notice?” Billy asked.
“Sure. They’s
always with you. After you do it a couple of times, it’ll be like
grab’n your coat from the hall closet. They’re just slightly shifted
into another dimension; the same dimension where we got chore’ gold
stored, but if we take it to the ship tomorrow we won’t have to worry
none about it,” Nick said.
“Good idea, Pa.
Have you thought what you might like for your first e’nin as my slave.
It’s demon dad’s choice night at the cabin,” Billy said.
“Yeah, I thought
about it while you were husbanding our beast. Your demon dad wants to
take care of his boy tonight. You took care of me last night. You look
after and take care of everyone of your family like each is as
important as the next. Last night was one of the finest nights I ever
done spent with anyone, anywhere,” Nick said, “and tonight, I’d like to
return the favor.”
“With herbs or
without?” Billy asked.
“With, I think.
We seemed to enjoy them last night. Let’s see where they take us
tonight,” Nick replied.
“I’s hoping you
might. I agree. Hank calls 'em enhancements, and I think that’s the
perfect word for 'em. First thing I’m gonna’ do is build him and Buck a
greenhouse devoted to growing only them herbs. I see a potential
fortune to be made in them. They don’t seem to be physically addictive
and there’s no hangover from them. Well, there might be a small
addiction, 'cause we want to try them again,” Billy conceded.
“Wanting to be
enhanced and needing to be are two different things. A singer can sing
to a large audience better if their voice is enhanced by electronics,”
Nick said.
“You’re right,
Pa,” Billy said.
“Of course I’m
right. I’m yore’ pa,” Nick said with confidence, grinned, and laughed
at the look on Billy’s face.
“Will you make
the coffee while I clean myself?” Billy asked.
“Be proud to,
Son,” Nick replied and headed for the kitchen.
Billy took off
for the bathroom, but soon returned with the small packet of herbs.
“Don’t add these until the coffee’s set aside for at least ten minutes,
Tonto,” Billy instructed.
“I should be
able to handle it,” Nick said, and grinned.
Billy took one
final look at his red demon standing in the nude in the kitchen, and
wondered if he died and went to heaven -- or hell -- or perhaps, a
heavenly hell? You want fries with that big piece of heaven, sir? ‘What
the fuck,’ he thought, 'one man’s heaven is probably another man’s hell
and vice versa. I’m just damn lucky to find both wrapped up in a fallen
angel.’ Nick looked up, right at that moment, and laughed. He was
listening. “The quicker you get in there and clean yore’self the sooner
yore’ hellacious angelic demon can take you to the gates of heaven,
Son,” Nick said. Billy blushed.
It didn’t take
Billy nearly as long as the previous night, and he was clean and lubed
like a new Peterbuilt what just rolled off the showroom floor. As a
matter of fact, Billy was sure his fine, tight young cowboy ass was
built just for Nick’s big peter. Billy returned to the hearth. Nick
raised the comforter for him and Billy snuggled up next to his big
demon dad. Nick handed him his cup of coffee and they relaxed together;
talking of nothing in particular; of nothing at all. When they finished
their first cup of coffee Billy found Nick’s mouth and brushed his lips
against his demon dad’s rough ones. Nick didn’t hesitate. He was
hungry,
and they embraced in a deep loving kiss. They finally parted and Nick
said, “Shit!” like he was disgusted.
“What’s sa’
matter, Pa?” Billy asked.
“What the hell
am I gonna’ do with all this extra love? I got store rooms full of it
right now,” he said in mock seriousness.
Billy giggled,
“Could we market it, Pa?” he asked.
“Not too damn
likely,” Nick replied and laughed, “I guess I’ll have to make room. Ah
well, it means them bad boys will just have to be homeless on the
streets,” he declared, “They weren’t good company anyway. They’s all
the time bitch’n and moan’n they didn’t have no freedom, or they’s
being
persecuted,” Nick said.
“Too bad we
couldn’t take your ship, and push it out the hatch as we fly over, so’s
ever’body could share in the wealth, Pa. It don’t seem right somehow,
you and I should hoard all the love,” Billy said.
“Another cup,
Son?” Nick asked.
“Sure, you get
the coffee, and I’ll check the fridge. I think we got a couple a them
Hosanna cakes left. May as well eat ‘em up. Another day and they’ll
spoil,” Billy replied.
“They drank more
coffee, and cried ‘hosanna’ to each other when they ate the last two
cakes. Billy could swear the herbs were coming on stronger this time.
Maybe they built up in your system if you took them several days in a
row? He wondered. He’d have to talk with Hank and Buck about it. He was
feeling so relaxed, and he could tell Nick was, too. They didn’t talk
much. They were content to enjoy each other’s company in silence.
Billy’s mind began to free associate, but his lust for Nick in his
demon persona overcame his mind skipping through the poppy patch
routine. He wasn’t much into poppy fields or yellow brick roads. Hell,
he didn’t even own a pair of ruby-grapefruit flavored buckaroo boots.
Almost like
there was a switch thrown between them, they knew the very moment when
both their bodies felt the powerful draw, a deep seated need to conjoin
as one like two animals in rut, so the demon could sow his seed deep
within his cowboy’s gut. There was no need for words. Nick knew, for
him to give Billy what he wanted, he would have to take from him what
he needed, and just a bit more to make the period stick at the end of
the sentence, and not drop off the page -- or colors run together, like
the image of persistent memory, time wasted, hanging limp and dead over
the branch of a lifeless tree. Billy’s mind rambled on from the
influence of the herbs.
When Nick took
his young human master’s body, Billy responded like he was his demon
slave’s personal fuck station in which to dock his huge cock,
graciously inviting him in to pull up a chair, and make his’self to
home. Billy mentally strapped himself in for the ride, which, along
with them wonderful herbs-from-space, promised to open him to an
experience of damn-near biblical proportions. His demon dad docked his
cock, he did -- clap, clap, clap -- deep in his ass in Texas. How deep?
So far up his young cowboy butt Billy wondered if it might sprout
roots. He was hoping it would and grow into a strong and mighty Oak
with lots of branches and sweet idiosyncratic eggcorns for the deer.
Billy thanked
the ancients his demon dad didn’t suffer genital mutilation, and his
cock was not docked. A hick or addicted docker was the catch phrase
which passed through Billy’s slipstream of consciousness as his old
windup mantel clock began to strike the midnight hour amid, and on his
tongue, the taste was tart of all he ever did. Jesus H. Christ where
did that come from? Left field, perhaps? The herbs were peaking,
speaking their influence to his psyche -- his mind, not unlike
butterflies, kept tumbling ideas through his head like a runaway
clothes dryer; although, at that moment he couldn’t be sure of
anything. Billy was hoping a white rabbit with a waist coat and a
pocket watch would not come hopping by. ‘Hoping not hopping,’ he
reminded himself.
Twelve bells
sounding, with demon cock a pounding, Nick took a long, deep stroke
into Billy’s ass with his enormous steaming red hot cock on the clock’s
striking of each hour, until all twelve in succession were sounded as
Teufel worked to gain the power, to create stars without number within
a stellar tower. Save the universe; fuck a little, fuck a lot. It’s all
for a good cause. Screw the cowbell, we need more stars. Demon dad and
cowboy son were surely working hard to do their part for celestial
conservation and come, what may, they would ring their chimes together.
Billy
experienced revelations and learned the truth, the secret of the twelve
tribes was not as written; they went ‘round and ‘round for forty years,
presumed lost in a low rent piece of real estate, with only bread to
eat which fell from the sky at dawn? Neat! Really? Meanwhile, as the
masked man bit the silver bullet and Tonto fucked him harder, we take
you back to the real world for a word from our sponsor -- and to order
our secret decoder ring send twenty-five cents to Battle Creek,
Michigan with two Post Toasties boxtops or a reasonable facsimile
thereof. Now, back to our story: Tonto was making an assault on
Kemosabe’s ass like Pharaoh’s army chasing the Jews as they headed into
the bed of the Red Sea for a leisurely but fashionable flash mob, mud
bath, and gang bang party.
Yea, while
amusing Billy’s rosebud as he may, his demon dad fed Billy’s second
mouth a good strong hardy meal with a solid chunk of lean red meat, and
filled his body with its goodness, his approval, his masculinity, with
the promise of seed for his son’s garden of earthly delights he planned
to build within his wasteland. Upon the stroke of midnight new, the
devil’s large black testicles grew, danced a heated pas-de-deux,
churning up a comely demon’s brew, which melted into Billy’s cowboy
body like a sacred morning dew. A sordid scribe did plainly write, long
beard flowing white, he muttered, “the rest is up to you.”
Billy wondered
if Jehovah would have done the same for his only son? A good hot
righteous godly butt fucking would have been better than crucifying the
boy. Sociopaths have problems with commitments. They make great
promises, but are never there when you need them. Perhaps that’s why he
allowed Jesus to die in such a horrible and perverse manner. Maybe
Jehovah found out the boy really did love Peter best. It's not so far
fetched. If you can swallow virgin births and coming back to life after
you're dead, a gay Jesus ain't so hard to fathom. After all, many
modern day cafeteria Christianist, those who pick an choose scripture
as they please, believe it’s okay to kill their own kids if they find
out they’re queer, which can only be a reflection of their evil
genocidal baby killing god.
Momma don’t allow no cocksuck’n ‘round
here. No, sir‘ree! Why, it’s common knowledge. Ever’body knows there’s
a big sign on them pearly gates, ‘No homos allowed! No exceptions! Suck
a cock, go straight to Hell!’ Or as straight as possible. Butch it up a
bit, Nancy boy. Better yet, just
stay in your closet with the door closed, and us righteous, god-fear’n
Bubbas will be happy. If we can live in closets, so can you. Out of
sight, out of mind. How dare you demand equal rights? It says rye-cheer
in the good book, some of us are more equal than others. Don’t matter
none what Jesus said. We get to pick and choose the parts we like best
from the old testicle. And them parts tell us what you do with your
parts is an abomination, which makes it okay for us to rob you of your
civil rights. If the bible says it, I believe it, end of discussion.
With Nick, Billy
knew he would never have to cry out, ‘Eloi, Eloi, lama sabachthani?'
Billy’s demon may have been the devil incarnate, somewhat rough around
the edges perhaps, but he knew how to be a good and caring dad. Nick
made sure
his son’s star-bell rang at the same time as his own with Billy
erupting into his star espangished cowboy bandanna -- don’t cha’ know
-- mixed with fireworks stronger than those spewed on the fourth from
one too many centuries of Julys, all came together in the end. Satan’s
big bang was accomplished as Nick exploded his hot demon seed into
Billy’s warm inviting gut. Deep in the
heart of the New Republic of Texas, the Lone Star State of Jesusland,
deeper still within his young cowboy master’s velvety soft
accommodating rectum, Billy’s devoted, but slightly less than wholly
demon dad, done went and bred his beloved cowboy son. And as the
twelfth bell rang out and faded away, another star was born in the
Dirty Old Dragon nebula. Hosanna! Hosanna in the highest!
* * * * * * *
Billy set his
alarm clock for five A.M. Cowboys are used to starting their days
early. Not only did the herbs enhance your sexual experience, they
acted like a great physical and psychic tranquilizer which aided and
enhanced your sleep. He slept in Nick’s big arms all night, and felt
refreshed as he got up to make coffee and see to the livestock. He
decided to let Nick sleep in for a while almost until it was time for
them to transport up to the main house to deliver the twins to his
grandmother.
He cleaned
Samson and Maybelle’s stalls and fed them. Samson wanted to know what
the crazy thoughts were running through his rider’s head last night was
all about. << It’s them herbs Hank and Buck brought with them
from Retikki Prime, Sam. They sort of make my mind run wild and free,
>> he sent to his owner.
<< We
didn’t say nothing, but we were a bit concerned. Seemed like you were
enjoying yourself, >> Sam said with a slight bit of friendly
sarcasm.
<< I don’t
think them advanced aliens could a’ picked no better dad for me, Sam,
>> Billy said sincerely.
<< I
agree. He comes on a mite strong at times. He’s got some rough edges
what need a little polishing, but he’s an unfinished gemstone waiting
for the right buckaroo to discover his worth. More importantly, he
needs you, and you need him. Give him time. With you for a master,
he’ll settle down to your saddle right nice like. You won’t even have
to use a bit and bridle on him, >> Sam sent and chuffed a laugh.
Billy went in to
clean Roz’s stall and feed her. He spoke to her quietly, “Good morning,
Roz. How you doing this morning?” he asked.
“Fine, thanks,
Master Billy. Sorry I soiled my stall last night, but nature called.
I’m such an animal,” she lamented.
“And a very
pretty one at that,” Billy assured her.
“I do have to
say, I’ve always admired this breed of cattle, and find them quite
handsome myself. I’m pleased to spend some time as one,” she said, “By
the way, sir, I hope you don’t mind. Sometimes I tap into other’s
thoughts. Last night I was bored, and I went roaming. Boomer and the
halflings hadn’t reached REM sleep so their dreams weren’t interesting;
sporadic bits and pieces -- unintelligible. I checked with my nearest
brothers and sisters. They were mostly talking shop and boring gossip.
Then I eavesdropped on your and Nick’s conversation, and figured I’d
tandem your mind for a while. I’m glad I did. I stayed with you the
whole evening, and was wowed by your herb induced rambling thoughts to
say nothing of the fantastic feelings your big demon provided you,” she
said.
Billy laughed.
“What you’re doing for us? I don’t mind at all. Sam and Maybelle
listen. You can hitch a ride anytime, pretty lady; although, I would
think you might be put off by two males sharing love,” Billy said.
“Oh, no! Not in
the least, Master Billy, in fact, after my ride with you last night,
I’m envious I don’t have a penis or a prostate gland,” she said and
giggled, “Those were some awesome feelings you were experiencing.
Forget my request for poorly made porn videos. I’d much rather take a
hitch-hike on Master Billy’s feel-a-vision. Once in a while, I would
jump, and tap your demon slave. It looked to me like he was having way
too much fun,” she broke into a laugh, “Not only was he enjoying
himself to the max, he felt like he was in heaven riding in his
master’s saddle. He loves to be in charge, and be your daddy. From what
I can tell, he’s also very good at his job,” she said bluntly.
“I think Nick
and I are a matched pair, Roz. He needs someone to love and trust him,
and I won’t deny, I need a daddy. Other than my granddad, who died
eight years ago, I ain’t never had me a real dad. Your people and
Boomer’s people know that, and it t’weren’t no accident they got us
together. We ain’t been bonded long, we’re still learning each other,
but I ain’t never experience anything like I done with Nick,” Billy
confided in her, “Of course, as your master, I will expect you to be
discrete with what I share with you,” Billy said, and smiled as he
petted her.
“You can count
on it, Master Billy. You’re kind enough to allow me to piggy-back, you
have my solemn vow I will never discuss it with anyone other than your
owner and his mate,” she said.
“Boomer and
Maybelle are fine. Glad we have an understanding. I plan to get you
some entertainment in here as soon as possible,” Billy assured her.
“No rush. I
think traffic is going to be heavy around here anyway,” she said.
Billy fed and
petted her for a bit. His moving about and talking quietly to Roz woke
Boomer. He managed to ease himself away from his little brothers, and
he climbed down from the loft. Billy held his arms open for him. They
embraced, and shared a good morning kiss. Billy didn’t seem to be in a
hurry to part, and held his big hairy monster for a minute. “You sleep
well, number one?” Billy asked quietly.
“I aways do
after you husband me, Master Billy. I was out for the night. I woke one
time when my teats were hurt’n, but I hooked up a halfling to each tit
and told them to suck. They drank until their poor little bellies
swelled up. My milk makes them sleep good. They’s still asleep up
there,” Boomer replied.
“Let’s go in the
cabin and leave them alone for a while. I’ll get them up shortly before
we have to leave for the big house. We got about an hour. Grandma don’t
come down to the kitchen ‘til six. I love you, Boom,” Billy said and
stole another kiss.
“I love you,
too, Master Billy,” Boomer said.
Billy took his
big paw in his hand, “Come, let’s go into the cabin,” he said.
They walked into
the cabin and Billy was surprised to find Nick up, fully dressed, and
making a pot of coffee. “I was gonna’ let you sleep for a few more
minutes,” Billy said.
“I woke up while
you were taking care of Sam and Maybelle, and watched you for a while.
When you went in to take care of Roz, I got dressed. A slave shouldn’t
lie around in bed when his master is already up and starting his day,”
Nick said sincerely.
“No, but once in
a while, my demon dad might,” Billy said, and smiled, “Especially one
as good as you were last night. Are you going without your wings
today?” Billy asked.
“I thought I
might, unless you want me to wear them,” Nick replied.
“We can get them
from anywhere we are, can’t we?” Billy asked.
“Yes, wherever
we go, they’re within access. Same with your gold. All we have to do I
transport to my ship, and we can recall it from there and store it,”
Nick replied.
“Cool,” Billy
said.
“Boomer, I don’t
have anything to offer you but coffee. Would you like some?” Billy
asked.
“Thanks, but no,
Master Billy, I’ll wait ‘til we transport to the ranch house for
breakfast. I like Mistress Kate’s cooking,” Boomer replied.
Billy and Nick
had a cup of coffee, talked about the day, and what they might get
done. It was Friday, the day of the Mega Lotto that evening. Billy
wanted to get his gold secured on Nick’s ship. He figured with Nick’s
financial help he could make do until some of the other things could
come about. He was beginning to see how everything was coming together.
After they drank a couple of cups of coffee with a bit more
conversation, it was getting on toward five thirty and Billy asked
Boomer if he would wake and round up the halflings. Sometimes they
acted like zombies until they got up to speed. Billy found one cup of
coffee shared by them would have them bright eyed and bushy tailed in
no time.
Boomer
physically carried the twins in. They were dressed but still groggy
from a hard sleep. Billy had Nick pour a cup of coffee for them. Billy
added a teaspoon of sugar and walked over to Boomer, sucked on his
right teat until he gathered a mouthful of heavy cream, and spit it
into the cup. He stirred it and handed it to Cass. The twins didn’t
complain about the fresh cream. It tasted wonderful to them. Billy
remembered the night he and Boomer spent on Retikki Prime when he
gorged himself on his monster’s milk and slept the most peaceful and
deep sleep he experienced in years. Nick’s fuck the night before with
the herbs did it for him, too. He felt fortunate to have four such fine
slaves.
* * * * * * *
Kate walked into
her kitchen and flipped the light switch. It seemed for a second they
were brighter than usual, then she heard laughter coming for the living
room, followed by a couple of pair of small buckaroo boots clomping
down the wooden floor of the hallway, and a big grinned crossed her
face. She loved people to keep their word and be prompt. She was proud
of Billy. She trained her grandson well. Cass and Poly
came into the kitchen with their arms open. She gave each a hug and a
kiss good morning, and they set to work getting things ready for
breakfast for the men. Nathan came in from the back porch, as Billy,
his number one, and his partner, came in the other door.
Nathan got up
early and went to the barn to tend the livestock, and threw some more
hay around for the cattle. They other four
cowboys, Hank, Buck, Clyde, and Andy, joined them and took a seat
around
the table. The twins got them
coffee and set it
before them on the table. Hank and Buck volunteered to help, but Kate
said she thought she had enough hands to get breakfast. Besides, it was
Friday morning, and there was no rush. Clyde wasn’t wearing
his wings again this morning. Billy
made a mental note to ask Nick how long they could go before having to
wing-up again.
<<
Depending on the strength of the messenger and his state of health, he
can go a couple of weeks or more, but since they’s so readily
available, a few hours reattached will last another couple of weeks,
>> Nick replied, and grinned at his master. Billy smiled and
nodded.
Kate’s cell
phone rang. “Hello,” she answered. A big smile crossed her face as she
listened. “Well, you’re certainly welcome. We always enjoy having you
and Moss over anytime you can get away. Ya’ll got a busy day planned?”
she asked. There was a brief pause. “Then get your butts in the
truck, drive over, and join us for breakfast. I got a feeling
things are going to start happening around here this morning, and you
wouldn’t want to miss it,” Kate said and giggled. She paused for a bit
more. “Nonsense, she said. I won’t hear it. We’ll be waiting for you,”
she said firmly, said ‘goodbye,’ and clicked off her phone.
Archie and Edith
came into the kitchen, said good morning to everyone, and after a hug
and a kiss from their master, assumed their positions at their usual
work stations. Kate was like a fine symphony conductor, and put anyone
to work who expressed an interest in helping. They ran out of
coffee, but Hank got up and fixed another pot. The men talked, and by
the time the coffee finished making, Tron and Moss arrived, and walked
into the kitchen. There were more hugs, handshakes, and pats on the
back, but no overt displays of emotions. Tron was solidly back into his
strong, stoic, cowboy mode; much to his son’s grinning delight. Moss’s
eyes sparkled with mischief. Billy could tell, he couldn’t wait to get
Billy off by himself to talk, but he maintained his calm.
Breakfast was
wonderful and everyone seemed relaxed and enjoying themselves when they
heard heavy boots on the front porch. Someone pressed the doorbell
by the front door. It was a special doorbell Daw’s had installed as a
birthday surprise for Kate one year. The chimes played the eighteenth
variation of Rachmaninoff’s “Variations on a theme of Paganini.” Kate
loved it. Not for the music so much as for Daw’s love and
thoughtfulness. Actually, she thought it a bit over-the-top, would
cringe inside, and giggle secretly every time it rang.
Nathan, being
the man of the house, got up and went to the door. What he saw outside
stunned him. There were vehicles of all kinds and several eighteen
wheelers with huge, wide-load cargo trailers with what looked like a
Caterpillar bulldozer and an enormous backhoe sitting on them. Another
had the biggest John Deere tractor with all kinds of attachments, and
several more farm and ranch machines. There was an even dozen vehicles.
Nathan believed Billy, but he forgot the part where Billy told him not
to be surprised and to expect anything. The Grigori didn’t think small.
Nathan
guesstimated there had to be over a million dollars in vehicles, farm,
and ranch machines lining the road and compound in front of the ranch
house. There was one lead truck with flashing lights and a huge sign
across the top which read: Wide Load, and in the distance Nathan could
see another with the same sign bringing up the rear. The two men
standing on the porch were huge. They were dressed in expensive Western
clothes with hat and boots. The first man was big, but the man behind
him was a giant. He looked like could rival Boomer in size. Nathan
thought he also had to be one of the finest looking cowboys he’d ever
seen.
“Are you Billy
Daniels, sir?” he asked.
“No, I’m his
uncle. I’m Nathan Daniels. Just a minute, and I’ll get Billy for you,”
he said. Nathan turned and walked back to the kitchen. His face was
ashen
white when he walked through the door. "Billy y’ain’t
gonna’ believe what’s out front, Son,” Nathan said quietly like he was
in shock.
“If it’s the
delivery of our vehicles, Uncle Nate, I would believe anything. Them
Grigori don’t think small. How many?” Billy asked, grinned, and braced
himself.
“Only a dozen
various vehicles, farm, and ranch machines,” Nathan replied.
“Damn, is that
all they could afford?” Billy asked, and broke up laughing.
“They’s asking
for you, Son,” Nathan said.
“Nick, I want
you and Clyde with me. Check their thoughts. I want to know if they lie
to me,” Billy said and continued, “Moss you’re by my side. Today you go
to work. You get to jump in with both boots. Baptism by fire, big
brother. Uncle Nate, you and Mr. Garrett back up us younger men.
The rest stay here and relax,” Billy said, and smiled at his family.
Billy and his
posse made a formidable noise with six big men clomping down the wood
floor of the hallway in their heavy buckaroo boots. Billy got a
good look at the two big men and the first one looked shifty, but the
second was a drop dead gorgeous hunk of cowboy flesh. Why, did he have
to be so damn good looking? Billy stuck out his hand, and the first man
shook hands with him. “I’m Billy Daniels, gentlemen. Welcome to the D.
B. Daniels’ ranch.
“Good to meet
you, sir, my name is Orville Higgenbothem, and this big cowboy behind
me is my partner, Enoch Redbone. We got a delivery of twelve various
vehicles and ranch machines. We need your signature that you received
them in good condition,” he handed Billy a clip board with what looked
like a typed agreement with no listing of the vehicles or sales
contracts, “But before we unload, we need ten thousand dollars cash
from you for delivery fees,” he said without flinching. Billy smiled,
took the board from him, and took his time to read the paper before
him. He was right. It was a fabrication. << He’s lying, Master
Billy, >> he heard Nick say.
<< I
confirm what my bother said, Master Billy, >> he heard from Clyde.
“Well,
gentlemen, first of all, I don’t have ten thousand dollars lying around
the house. What man does? I suppose we could raid my grandma’s butter
and egg money jar and check behind the couches for loose change, but
I’m sure it wouldn’t come to that amount. Furthermore, I won’t sign
anything until each vehicle is gone over by my staff, and the larger
machines are off loaded. You might damage one while unloading and have
to take it back for repairs,” Billy said in a firm, no nonsense voice
dripping with authority.
“How old are
you, Son? Ain’t you just a mite young to be in charge around here?”
Orville asked squinting one eye.
<<
Intimidation, Son, hold strong. Don’t let him bamboozle you. You’re on
the right track, >> Nick sent.
“Old enough to
know, only a rude or very ignorant man would dare ask such a question
with the amount of money that delivery out there represents. With one
phone call, I can have the sale cancelled. What name you
got on the delivery order, Orville?” Billy asked raising his voice and
dropping his respect
by using the man’s first name to check his attempt at intimidation with
rudeness.
“Billy Daniels,”
he replied.
“Then they must
be for me, ‘cause I’m the only Billy Daniels here, Son,” Billy further
checked him by not acknowledging he was considerably older than Billy.
<< Good
one, Master Billy, >> he heard Clyde chuckle.
<< Bite
his leg, Kemosabe, >> Nick sent. Billy almost had to bite his
tongue to keep from laughing.
“Where’s
the sales contracts and pink slips on the vehicles, Orville?” Billy
asked.
“Those will be
sent to you by registered mail,” Orville replied.
“Like Hell they
will. I may be young, but I ain't naive. Whoever heard of taking
possession of a new vehicle what's fully paid for without getting the
pink slip then and there? That's pure unadulterated bullshit,” Billy
said, “let me make it perfectly clear for you, Orville, I
won’t accept anything without sales contracts and proper paperwork on
every machine. It’s been real good to meet you gentlemen, especially
you Mr. Redbone, but I’m afraid you’ll have to turn around and take
everything back. In the meantime, I’ll contact the buyers of these
machines, and have them cancel the orders. I’ll have them buy from
another company who will send out men who believe in honest business
practices, mature enough, and professional enough to know what they’re
doing, who won’t try to
bamboozle a young cowboy. Good day, Gentlemen,” Billy said.
Enoch Redbone
got a disgusted look on his face, and the look on Orville
Higgenbothem's face looked
like someone just drank his milkshake. “Sorry you feel that way, Son,”
Orville said like a rejected suitor.
“You should feel
sorry, Orville. Your little stunt backfired. It will cost you more in
the long run than ten thousand dollars. And, by the way, don’t chu’ never
call me your ‘son’ again. My daddy was a fine cowboy, a hard
working,
honest man. He lived by the code of the West. He believed in the cowboy
way, and you ain’t worthy enough
to lick the cow flop off'n his boots,” Billy said without nuance, “Now,
get the fuck out of
our house, off'n our gotdamn property, and don't let the front gate hit
chu' in the butt on yore' way out,” Billy commanded.
Orville turned
and motioned for his partner to follow him. He walked to the door, but
his giant companion hesitated. He didn’t immediately follow. Enoch
looked Billy in the eye with the saddest most forlorn look, and Billy
heard in his head, << I’m so sorry, Mr. Daniels. I’m ashamed and
embarrassed. I wasn't told about this. >>
Billy smiled and
nodded he understood. Enoch turned and followed his partner out the
door and carefully closed it behind him. As they walked down the front
steps Billy’s posse was all over him, patting him on the back, and
congratulating him on standing up to the would be con artist.
“Nick, I swear
I’m gonna’ take my belt to you,” Billy said, and laughed as he put his
arm around his slave and pulled him close.
Nick got a huge
grin on his face, “It was worth every stripe, my good master,” he said.
Clyde told
everyone what Nick told Billy to do. They fell out laughing, and
gave Nick a pat on the back. “Oh, Lord, don’t encourage him,” Billy
pleaded, and it only made them laugh harder.
“What happens
now, Son?” Tron asked.
“They ain’t
going nowheres, Mr. Garrett. They’ll be back, and they’ll be ready to
eat a very large portion of humble pie on our front porch,” Billy
replied, "If'n they do, and I get everything I want without paying a
dime in delivery fees, I'll be magnanamous and gracious. I feel so damn
sorry for that good looking giant cowboy,
though. His heart ain’t in this deception, I can tell,” Billy lamented.
“Me, too,” Moss
agreed.
“Me, three.
‘T’weren’t Enoch’s idea. I don't think he even knew about it,” Clyde
said.
“Hell, we might
as well make it newnanimous,” Nathan said, “any man here what don’t
agree?” he asked. No one held up their hand. “Done! The aye's have it!”
Nathan exclaimed in
triumph. “Poor man,” he added and shook his head.
End of Chapter
10 ~ Him Who Made The Seven Stars
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