Him
Who Made The Seven Stars
By
Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter
2
One might think
sleeping with a winged creature the size of Nick would be
uncomfortable, but when he wrapped his one good wing around Billy, the
young cowboy slept the best he could ever remember. He woke refreshed
and ready for a new day of adventure with his friend. Billy didn’t have
a lot of friends. The closest he had to a buddy was his roping partner,
Moss Garrett, but he was six years older than Billy. Other than team
roping, they didn’t have a lot in common, except Billy thought Moss was
one of the sexiest cowpokes he ever met.
Moss didn’t say
much, but he grinned a lot. He was a quiet, but affable enough young
cowboy, with an easy, winning personality who secretly had a major
crush on his younger roping partner. He didn’t say much to his partner
because, most of the time he was tongue-tied. When he was around Billy,
Moss could think of nothing else but how far up Billy’s handsome cowboy
butt he’d like to stick his tongue. To say nothing of how Moss
fantasized about sinking his big fat nine and a half incher into
Billy’s tight little ass and set him free to buck for Moss to ride down
hard and tame to his saddle so Billy might become his faithful pony.
Neither knew the others heart. Secrets, if shared, could have bonded
them for life. In a gentler, more sane world they might have.
Billy had one
other friend, but he didn’t see him too much. He was a huge hairy beast
with enormous feet who roamed the backwoods cedar and post oak thickets
of the hill country. When he spoke, which he rarely did, it was in a
deep booming voice that would stir animal feelings in Billy which would
shake him to his core. He had no name, so Billy gave him one. He called
him Boomer, and the big beast would respond. Every time Billy got a
whiff of Boomer’s signature strong oder his dick would start dripping
uncontrollably like a bull in rut. He would have to remove his bandanna
and shove it down the front of his Wranglers to absorb the excess.
Billy rolled
over, swung his legs over the side of the bed, set up, and slipped into
his boots. He stood and gathered his bathrobe from a nearby chair and
put it on. He walked to the fireplace which burned down to a pile of
glowing coals. Billy banked the fire before going to bed so he wouldn’t
have to start from scratch in the morning. He threw some kindling on
first and then added a couple of logs. It didn’t take long for a nice
fire to start warming up the place. It was still pretty chilly in the
cabin, but
Billy slept warm
under his angel’s wing. Dare he think of Nick as an angel? Nick didn’t
seem to like the idea much.
Billy got the impression once Nick was rejected as an angel he didn’t
care to have any more to do with them nor did he care to think of
himself that way. Hurt, rejection, and disappointment can cause any man
or creature to doubt his own self-worth. Ask any young teen who has
been bullied and persecuted day after day in high school for being
different. It can be tough until one either outgrows it or learns to
adjust.
Some never do, and for them, they mistakenly consider their only
comfort is the silence of eternity. It isn’t. The world beyond high
school is a big smörgåsbord to discover your own place in
the sun, and it does get better. Just never make the mistake of
returning for your fiftieth high school reunion. Those you remember as
assholes haven’t grown a bit. They’re still assholes today, only older
and not nearly as attractive as they thought they were in high school.
Nevertheless,
they still won’t deign to speak to you because you weren’t one of the
'in’ crowd; perhaps you were a bit ‘strange’ or 'different’ and they
have nothing in common with you. However, age has a way of leveling the
playing field; only, by that time, you aren’t interested in playing any
more. Chances are, if you lived your life as best you can, you’ve found
a modicum of security and contentment for yourself, and you’re probably
so far beyond the ho-hum, ticky-tacky little lives they live you have
absolutely nothing in common with them. Rule of thumb: if you weren’t
nominated for “most fav” anything, avoid high school reunions at all
cost and tell yourself them son's a bitches got the plague. And,
no Virginia, there is no category for “most favorite cocksucker” in
your yearbook.
As he walked to
the window to look out, Billy decided he liked to think on Nick as his
bird-man. When he pushed aside the heavy curtains, what he saw
surprised the young cowboy. It snowed heavily during the night, and it
looked like a winter wonderland outside. There were still angry, dark
clouds gathered overhead with no sign of letting up. Billy made a pot
of coffee and put it on to boil; then, he got his cellphone from his
flannel shirt and pressed the button for the ranch. Soon he heard the
full, rich baritone voice of his uncle.
“Billy?” Nathan
asked.
"Yes, sir, Uncle
Nate, it’s me. I’s just calling to check in with ya,” Billy said.
“Glad you did,
Son, I’s jes’ get’n ready to call you to see how ya’ll was doing,” Nate
said.
“We’s fine,
Uncle Nate. Sam and me, we’s snug as two bugs. I may heat up the barn
for a while so’s Sam can walk around in there a bit without freezing
his nuts off. It’s pert-damn cold out here, and it don’t look like it’s
gonna’ let up anytime soon. I though if it cleared by this morning Sam
and I would ride on back to the ranch, but I don’t think it’s gonna,’”
Billy said.
“I agree, Son.
If you and Sam are comfortable, and you got enough supplies, stay until
it gets better,” Nate urged him.
“We will, Uncle
Nate. I done like you said and made a big pot a chili. I’ll be eat’n on
that for a while. Don’t mind. You know I love me some chili. I chopped
up and added a couple of them little orange chilies grandma pickled and
you put in the fridge down here. Gave it a stout personality, it did.
Some real muscle. It bites back,” Billy said.
“That’s good. We
don’t get many days like the last couple, so when they come along and
we cain’t do nothing, just kickback, put chore’ boots up, and relax,
Son. The next time we’s work’n our butts off ‘round the clock during
roundup you can think back and recall a moment when life weren’t so
hectic,” Nate said and chuckled.
“Sam and me,
we’s way ahead of you on the kickback thing, Uncle Nate. Ya’ll take
care now and don’t let grandma get cold,” Billy said.
“I won’t. She’s
in ‘nere making breakfast for us. Wish’t you was here, Son. No matter
the weather, h’it just ain’t a good day without yore’ handsome young
face at the table with us,” Nate said and his voice cracked a little,
“Thanks for calling, Billy, and what I told you last night-- I meant
ever’ word, boy,” Nate said.
“Me, too, Uncle
Nate. Maybe we should say them three words to each other more often,”
Billy said.
“What?” Nate
exclaimed, “And spoil you, boy? I should say not,” Nate said in fun.
“I understand,
Uncle Nate,” Billy chuckled, “and I agree, cep’n I plan on sneak’n one
past you now and again when you ain’t expect’n it like I done last
night,” Billy said and laughed. He heard his uncle laugh with him.
“Thanks for
calling, Son. Come on home when you can,” Nate said.
They said their
goodbyes and disconnected. Billy could smell the coffee beginning to
boil. He walked over to the stall and started to take Sam’s blanket
off, but he shied away from him. “You want me to leave it on for a
while?” he asked. Sam snorted and shook his head up and down. “Okay,
pod’na,' you holler when you’s ready for me to remove it. I guess it’s
still a mite chilly in here,” Billy allowed as he began to get Sam his
breakfast. After he fed Sam he decided his pony was smarter than him.
He began to feel the cold and his body called for him to return to the
comfort and warmth of his bird-man’s arms.
The coffee had
been boiling for several minutes, and the aroma filled the cabin. Billy
set it aside to rest for a few minutes and headed back to bed. He
quickly undressed and slipped into bed next to Nick trying not to
disturb him. Once again he found himself enfolded in Nick’s massive
arms, and he felt like a little boy on a camping trip with his dad.
Nick pulled Billy to him and stole kiss after kiss, on and around his
head and neck.
“Glad you came
back to bed, cowboy. I missed you,” Nick said quietly.
“I ain’t no
fool,” Billy said, “Yore’ arms and wings are the warmest place in the
cabin,” Billy said and grinned.
“See, I can be
utilitarian as well as sexy,” Nick teased.
“Won’t gainsay
that,” Billy said and stole a kiss from him, “but I’m afraid my visit
will be short. I gotta’ get ma’ clothes on, clean Sam’s stall, get us a
cup of coffee, and start breakfast. Ya’ont some more biscuits this
morning?” Billy asked and grinned.
“J’ever have a
demon worship at yore’ feet, cowboy?” Nick asked and grinned; then
added, “Why, I’d even kiss them handsome buckaroo boots a’ yorn for a
taste of yore’ fine biscuits, Son.”
“Woah! Cain’t
rightly say’s I ever had me no demon worship at ma’ feet, sir, but I
won’t deny it’s been one of my dreams since I’s a kid when my Uncle
Nate would read to me “Where The Wild Things Are,” Billy played along,
“I wanted to be Max, the little boy what was the hero of the story, and
sleep on the bottom of a pile of monsters so the reality of losing my
parents couldn’t find me beneath my buddies. I could imagined they
would scare the bad thoughts and voices away, but yore’ wing did that
for me last night. I ain’t shit’n ya’ none, Nick, I ain’t slept so well
in years. Didn’t hear me nary a voice, neither,” Billy said.
“It’s what an
angel is suppose to do. I can’t take away emotional pain from such a
great loss as your parents, Son. The human heart has to heal on its own
to make it grow stronger for even greater loss should it come, but I
can help by loving you like you’s ma’ own boy, and give you reassurance
with my comfort,” Nick said softly,
“What do you
mean you didn’t hear no voices?” he asked as an after thought.
“Shortly after
my folks died-- I’s just a toddler-- I began to hear voices trying to
get into my head and tell me things. Some were good but others were
downright hateful and scary. I’d wake up screaming for them to let me
be. All I wanted was to sleep and have peaceful dreams. Uncle Nate and
grandma thought I’s just missing my folks and I’d grow out of it, but
it was more’n ‘nat. I remember these enormous giants, fifteen to twenty
feet tall-- big hairy mothers they were, too-- would come to me, gather
me unto themselves, and protect me from the evil voices. They were good
to me and came to me when I got pneumonia. I knew I was the only one
what could see ‘em, but seven of 'em stood around my bed, held hands,
and sang to me. They made it go away, and I got better. We even got one
with handsome reddish-golden fur what roams the thickets of the hill
country and comes around here in the flesh from time to time. He’s got
huge feet and saved ma’ life one time,” Billy said.
“Have you heard
them since you become an adult, Son?” Nick asked.
“Occasionally,
maybe three or four times a year they check in on me to see how I’s
doing and spend a night with me. They told me I didn’t need them so
much any more because I got Samson to watch over me while I sleep. I
never figured out what they meant by that, but I never asked. I’m
always happy to feel their presence and have them visit. I feel better
for days after a visit from them,” Billy said and sighed, “Ain’t heard
from them for a good while now,” he said.
“Samson can hear
your thoughts, Son. That’s what they’s talk’n about. When you brought
me here from my ship, I woke up while you’s tending Sam. I tried to
touch your mind, but Sam blocked me and told me he wouldn’t allow it
until he knew me better and was satisfied I weren’t no threat to you or
him. He’s strong and powerful. Do the giants you spoke of have names?
Did they ever tell you what they’s called, Son?” Nick asked cautiously.
“Yes, sir, the
biggest one, the one I liked best, done told me his name was Gregory,
and I believe he told me his mate’s name was Irwin,” Billy replied.
“Holy shit!
Sweet Jesus, fuck me in the butt! Them sum’bitches done it to me
again,” Nick exclaimed, “I suspected as much, but now I know my crash
landing weren’t no accident. They done set me up and shot me down,”
Nick said, “Well, at least we can stop worrying about my ship. I know
it’ll be safe, and my crew will be all right. They wouldn’t do nothing
to harm them,” Nick said.
“Who? How? What
are you talking about?” Billy held him tight.
“The Irin. The
Grigori. The watchers. Them Knights what say 'nee.’ I weren’t just
make’n that shit up, Son. They’s the oldest, most highly advanced race
in the universe. They’s the one’s what sent me on this mission,” Nick
explained, “After ma’buddies were locked in the bowels of the Earth,
the Gregori and the Irin came for me, and with their help, I got out of
here. I never wanted to come near this damnable planet again. Over the
centuries I began to feel guilty about leaving my brothers behind, but
I didn’t have no choice. I was only one against an army. It was flight
or perish, but in my heart I always entertained the idea, one day I’d
come back to rescue them. It’s been so many years I almost gave up hope.
“The watchers
came to me and shamelessly played on my guilty conscience, stiff armed
me with various veiled threats and a couple of ‘solid’ promises if’n
I’s to agreed to this mission. You know the old saying, a solid done
gets you a solid in return. I reluctantly said 'yes.’ You just never
know what you’re get’n yore’self into with them, but if you wanna’ live
and be happy in their universe, you don’t never tell ‘em ‘no.’ Well,
that ain’t the whole truth, neither. You could turn ‘em down, but I
wouldn’t advise any man, angel, beast, or demon to ignore them.
“Well, I’ll be
damned!” Nick exclaimed and shook his head. “They wanted us to meet,
and they done planned it down to the nat’s ass of you rescuing me and
saving my life. Signed, sealed, and delivered into their big hands.
They got me boxed in so tight ‘ere ain’t no wiggle room. They done got
me where they want me; over a barrel so’s they can fuck me in the butt.
I guess it’s true, paybacks can be a bitch. They can be good, but they
can also be ruthless when they want something. On the other hand, they
can also be generous and giving if it’s within their power, and most of
the time it is,” Nick said like he was musing to himself. They’s like
big daddies or guard dogs to the universe. Never make the mistake of
crossing them. Obey their rules, be honest and forthcoming with ‘em,
keep yore’ nose clean, you’ll live to a ripe old age as a happy man,
and they will bestow upon you their gratitude for your cooperation,” he
said.
“I suddenly feel
the need for a cup of coffee,” Billy said like a quiet amen to a
lengthly obnoxious prayer.
“Got one for me,
Kemosabe?” Nick asked in a small voice like a kid.
“Pronto, Tonto,”
Billy said as he reached for his boots and clothes.
Nick got up and
asked Billy to give him a hand with his clothes. He wanted to help with
breakfast. Billy assisted Nick with his overalls, his flannel shirt,
but it was just too damn cold for his bird-man to run around bare foot.
He found a pair of his uncle’s heavy wool socks and a pair of his
fleece lined cold weather rubber muck boots and helped Nick on with
them. When they finished and stood, Billy had to cover his mouth with
the back of his hand to keep Nick from seeing the wicked grin on his
face. Except for his wings, Nick looked, for all the world, like the
most handsome rancher he ever saw, and it was all Billy could do to
keep from dropping to his knees to take his bird-man. ‘Later,’ he
thought,‘you can have his cream with your coffee,’
“What chu’
look’n at, boy?” Nick growled and grinned. He knew.
“Oh-- nothing,”
Billy replied meekly and grinned.
“Git ‘tat purdy
little butt of yorn in ‘nat damn kitchen on the double, boy, and boil
yore’ daddy up some bacon and some beans,” Nick demanded with a growl
in his best cowboy ramrod voice.
Billy lost it
and doubled over with laughter. “Gotdamn it, Nick, don’t talk to me
that away or we ain’t gonna’ get no breakfast a’ tall. You’ll be back
in 'nat bed with me suck’n on yore’ old demon cock like a new born calf
what jes’ found its momma’s tit, and you ain’t never smelled no
brimstone as strong as what my blow job will produce,” Billy said
slathering his words with copious cowboy hyperbole. He laughed at his
own excess.
He got Nick
laughing with him. “Sweet Jesus, I do love me some cowboy talk,” Nick
said as he draped his huge arm over Billy’s shoulder to walk him to the
kitchen. “I apologize, I didn’t know we’s on a schedule today,” Nick
said.
“We ain’t,”
Billy said and stopped. He turned into Nick’s arms and kissed him hard.
Nick was leaning up against the center island work station in the
kitchen area. “We got plenty time to make our breakfast,” Billy said.
“Then I think
you better git down ‘nere on yore’ knees and take care of yore’ old
man, Son,” Nick growled in his deep voice. Billy thought he was going
to shoot before he even got Nick’s cock out.
“Can I play with
ma’self while I take care of my pa, sir?” Billy asked with his head
lowered.
“Oh, hell no,
boy! I thought you’s an equal opportunity cowpoke. What? Would you deny
yore’ old man a fresh batch of his boy’s fine cowboy cream?” Nick asked
and grinned.
“Naw, sir, but
I’s so fired up jes’ think’n on pleasuring my daddy I’m afraid I’ll
come in ma’ Wrangles,” Billy said.
“Ever’ cowboy
worth the name carries a rubber in his wallet. Got one, boy?” Nick
asked.
“Yes, sir, I
do,” Billy replied.
“Get it!” Nick
demanded. Billy got his biker wallet his roping partner, Moss, gave him
for his birthday and retrieved the rubber. “Gimme’!” Nick ordered and
Billy handed it to him. “Whip it out, stud!” Nick demanded.
Billy couldn’t
get his Wranglers unzipped fast enough, reached in, and pulled out his
impressive cock and balls. Nick looked at it, shook his head, and
grinned. Billy’s penis was hard as a rock. Nick removed the rubber from
the tinfoil wrapper and grabbed his cowboy’s cock. “Ever’ young cowboy
needs a pa what can teach him things like ‘iss,” said Nick as he took
his good time to slowly and sensually roll the rubber almost to the
base of Billy’s rock hard penis. Nick gently put his cock and balls
back into his Wranglers and zipped him up. “Ya’ont me to remove yore’
teeth for ya’ so’s they won’t get in the way of pleasure’n yore’ old
man, Son?” Nick asked and grinned.
“What?” Billy
asked like he was shocked.
"Remember how I
made my wings disappear yesterday? Watch and learn, boy,” Nick said,
opened his own mouth and ran his index finger of his right hand over
the top of his uppers, and they disappeared. He did the same for the
bottom, and he was left with lips and gums. He looked like an old man
who lost his dentures.
“Don’t that
hurt?” Billy asked.
“Not a bit. I
heal them the same time I remove 'em. Now watch again,” Nick mumbled. Billy watched Nick
return his teeth in the same order. They were perfect.
“Hell, yeah!
Let’s do it! Cowboy up!” Billy exclaimed with buckaroo bravado, “I
wanna’ give ma’ old man the best damn blow job he ever got,” Billy
declared.
Nick grinned as
Billy opened his mouth for him. His bird-man quickly removed his teeth,
and Billy wasted no time hitting his knees to unzip Nick’s overalls and
pull out his self-appointed surrogate dad’s fine set of tackle. He
marveled at the feeling in his mouth. Nick was right, there was
absolutely no pain, and it gave his cowboy more room to maneuver to
better pleasure his pa. Billy took his bird-man like a well trained dog
goes for a bone. Even though Billy and his bird-man carefully and
lovingly bathed each other before retiring the night before, any man or
beast with a foreskin will develop his signature masculine aroma after
eight hours sleep.
Nick’s mature
flavors burst into Billy’s mouth like an aphrodisiac that made the
young cowboy’s attraction for his bird-man move from sexually
stimulating to defcon greedy. For that moment, in Billy’s young life,
Nick’s cock became his personal god to worship. It became his only need
in life to give pleasure and satisfy his big bird-man’s penis, and the
more erect Nick got, the more he had to work his throat to please him.
Without much experience, Billy was flying by the seat of his pants. He
wanted it all without much thought as to how it might be feeling to his
partner. He wasn’t taking his time and began to gag a lot.
“Easy, there,
hoss. Take it nice and slow and build up. Here let chore’ old pa help
you a little,” Nick said and put his hands on either side of Billy’s
throat, “Now I’m gonna’ pull out and slowly put it back in. Lemme’ know
when it’s comfortable,” he instructed Billy like a teacher. Billy felt
him withdraw and felt a warmth around his neck coming from Nick hands.
Nick began to slip his huge cock down his throat, but Billy began to
gag again. Nick pulled back and Billy felt more warmth from Nick’s
hands. He pushed in again, but this time there was no problem. His
throat was still tight, but became almost a perfect glove for Nick’s
penis. “That better, buckaroo?” Nick asked quietly. Billy didn’t
answer, but proceeded to slowly but surely take all of Nick’s ten and
half inch fat penis down his throat until his lips were firmly pressed
tight against the bird-man’s lower abdomen.
“Mmmm,” Billy
moaned in ecstasy like he just caught the gold ring on the
merry-go-round.
“I take it
that’s a 'yes,’” Nick said and chuckled.
“Mmm-Mmm,” Billy
replied in his throat.
“Can you breathe
okay, Son?” Nick asked.
“Mmm-Mmm,” Billy
responded.
“Okay, just
relax, get used to the feel, enjoy being filled with my big cock for a
minute, and then yore’ old man’s gonna’ take his boy,” Nick said
quietly and started to talk dirty to his young cowboy. It flipped a
switch in Billy like nothing ever had. Nick was saying the words he
dreamed about hearing another man say to him. “I’m gonna’ fuck yore’
face good, boy. Every boy needs a daddy to take care of, and his daddy
will take good care of him-- keep him filled with his cream. You been
need’n a daddy for sometime now, and I’m just the man what can fill the
job, Son. I’ll keep yore’ belly and butt filled with my hot gizz.
You’ll never go hungry again for the love of a good man,” Nick said
firmly but with care.
Billy couldn’t
stand it any longer and pulled off to take another long, slow slide
down Nick’s awesome cock. He didn’t know what Nick did to his throat
and didn’t really care. He was comfortable, there was no more gaging,
and he could breathe comfortably. It felt like his damn mouth and
throat was remade to be the perfect vessel for the bird-man’s huge cock
to use for his pleasure, and Billy was eager to have Nick use him.
After another half a dozen nice, relaxed trips down the bird-man’s rock
hard penis, Nick placed his hand behind Billy’s head and pulled him
onto to his fat cock until Billy’s lips were pressed as tight as Nick
could get them against his abdomen.
“It’s time, Son.
It’s time yore’ pa used his boy for his pleasure and comfort. All you
gotta’ do is relax, and let your old man do the work,” he said, “Think
you can do that?” he asked.
“Hmm-Mmm,” Billy
responded with his mouth and throat full of cock.
“Good boy,
cowboy up!” Nick exclaimed and started to slowly fuck Billy’s throat.
Nick was a considerate and compassionate partner, but he knew he had to
take what he needed from what was being offered to him, or his partner
wouldn’t be satisfied. He instinctively knew it was particularly true
in Billy’s case. Nick knew if Billy committed himself to anything, he
would give his all to see it to a successful conclusion. Nick had every
intention of meeting the young cowboy halfway or more if he sensed it
was needed.
It had been so
long since Nick shared this kind of closeness with anyone and never
considered he might ever get this close to a human. His past
associations with humans was not pretty. He became an icon of all that
was bad or evil in the universe to be reviled and hated while being
blamed for ever woe which befell anyone who believed the propaganda
spewed forth from the early Christianist movement which was carefully
orchestrated by the more evil demented Anunnaki creature known as
Yahweh or Jehovah. What better way to mask your own flaws than to
assign them to another; a psychological term known as ‘projection.’
Nick had to be careful because he knew his own genetic structure was
far more advanced than the simple double-stranded DNA of humans. Nick
and his brothers were created by a more advanced race than the Gregori
or Irin and his DNA contained fourteen separate strands. There was a
great difference and almost an equally large divide between those
advanced creatures who were naturally evolved into a higher
intelligence and those who were manufactured in an alien laboratory.
There were certain discriminations of which Nick was fully aware.
On the other
hand, Nick was not unaware of his his own body’s advanced chemistry and
the possible side effects a close union with another ‘lesser’ species
might have. (Yes, Virginia, there is a universal pecking order.) He
certainly knew something as intimate as sex with a human might
unwittingly produce permanent changes in his partner, but not
necessarily of a bad nature. Any change in the human 'condition’ would
be an enhancement; a decided improvement. Nick made it a point to
discuss it with Billy the night before when the young cowboy sucked him
off. Any further sex they might share would surely result in changes to
Billy’s physiology.
Nick continued
to fuck Billy’s face until he became lost within his own personal world
of his accepted love and near hero worship for his young human combined
with Nick’s more basic animal needs. They were a potent combination. He
couldn’t have asked for a better, more attentive, or receptive partner.
His young cowboy stayed with him and would until Nick had his fill or
his hard throbbing member exseeded into his partner’s hungry maw.
Nick’s seed was sterile. He was made to serve and not propagate; to be
a slave to an advanced, despotic alien who held delusions of grandeur;
a megalomaniac who practiced Munchausen by proxy syndrome.
As the bird-man
built to climax he began to mouth his feelings for his young partner,
“Your pa is about to feed his handsome boy his morning portion of daddy
seed. I ain’t gonna let you taste this one, boy. I want to unload as
far down your gut as I can. There will be other times for sampling
yore’ pa’s sweet load,” he said, and with three large thrusts into
Billy’s throat he cried out, pulled the young cowboy to the base of his
cock, and ejaculated three separate volleys into his waiting maw. Nick
held Billy on to him with the boy’s lips pressed tight to his abdomen.
He gathered
himself and tenderly caressed Billy’s head. Then he reached down with
his big hands, pulled Billy off his cock, up into his huge arms, and
proceeded to kiss him passionately. Nick went crazy pouring his
affection into Billy while moving his tongue around in his mouth to
gather the lingering flavor of his own ejaculate. He grabbed Billy’s
ass with one hand and ground his penis into the young man’s crotch as
he continued to pour his love into him. Billy never experienced such an
expression of raw, but well-tempered, animal passion.
Nick held him so
tight, Billy could do little but acquiesce and submit to Nick’s
overpowering strength. Not that he’d want to protest. Billy was
completely taken with his partner’s need to dominate him physically.
Nick’s power made him feel like he truly was Nick’s little boy, but it
became too much for him. He felt his body begin to vibrate and shudder
from the overwhelming demand of Nick’s lust. Billy went limp in Nick’s
arms, and when he gave in completely, his body reacted in the greatest
climax he ever experienced. He filled the rubber on his penis with
three huge loads of his cowboy cream.
Nick felt
Billy’s climax and immediately changed his attitude. While still
holding him tight, he instantly became the understanding, tender loving
dad every young boy dreams his dad will one day share with him, but
rather than being a ploy to provide comfort and succor for Billy, his
action tripped a switch within Nick’s psyche that related to his lack
of anyone ever showing him such tenderness. Nick’s tears began to drop
on Billy’s face. Nick’s heart was opened and laid bare for both of them
to see. It was more than a little obvious the bird-man, the strong,
stalwart aggressor, was deeply moved by what transpired between them.
“Sorry, Son,”
Nick said softly wiping his eyes, “you were right. The powerful smell
of brimstone coming from you overpowered me for a second,” he lied.
There was a
pregnant silence between them. “You’s so full of shit, Nick,” Billy
said, grinned, and kissed him again.
“Yeah? Well, so
are you, boy,” Nick declared as he rubbed Billy’s stomach. They shared
a laugh.
“Open yore’ pie
hole for me, cowboy,” Nick said and Billy complied. Nick ran his finger
over Billy’s upper and lower gums and his teeth reappeared in perfect
order; only, unknown to Billy his new teeth were flawless and as white
as a toothpaste ad.
Nick picked
Billy up and set him on one of the kitchen stools. He unzipped Billy’s
Wranglers, reached in and pulled out his ample cock and balls. He
grinned when he saw the rubber stretched to the max with Billy’s come
hanging to one side like a huge teardrop. He looked up into his
cowboy’s eyes and grinned, “You may be a whiz in the kitchen, kid, but
don’t tell me I don’t know how to whip up a tasty treat,” he bragged.
“Cain’t gainsay
me that, Nick. You shore’ 'nuff got a good scald on ‘nat one,” Billy
drawled and encouraged him.
Nick carefully
removed the condom from Billy’s penis, making sure he didn’t spill a
drop, and handed it to his cowboy to hold for him. He took Billy’s
penis into his mouth to suck the remaining come from his flaccid cock.
He ran his tongue up and under the young man’s foreskin to get every
drop of his prize while making 'yum’ sounds like he was a guest at
Belshazzar’s feast and sampling the most tasty treats. When he was
satisfied he got it all, he gently and lovingly returned Billy’s penis
to his Wranglers. He stood, took is prize from his partner, held it up
to the light to admire its beauty, and brought it to his nose to inhale
deeply. “Ahhhh,” he said, “a delightful cowboy vintage. Strong, bold,
but not impertinent. Solid, with a touch of sweet to please the most
discriminating palate,” he bragged.
Billy brought
him a cup of coffee and watched as Nick squeezed out the contents into
his cup. Then he ran his tongue into the rubber to get whatever
remained and handed it back to Billy. He took a spoon, stirred his
coffee, and took a big sip. “Ah, ain’t nothing sweeter than cowboy
cream in yore’ coffee on a cold winter’s morning,” he said.
“You’s so full
of shit-- but lovable,” Billy declared and laughed. They kissed again,
but this time it was one of mutual thanks for their release.
They got busy
and prepared breakfast in half the time it took Billy to fix it by
himself. He taught Nick how to make cowboy potatoes. He loved Billy’s
cowboy potatoes. This time they ate sitting on stools at the kitchen
work station. Nick ate as much or more than he did the morning before.
Billy was loving every minute of their meal and conversation together.
They talked about a lot of things, but mostly Nick wanted to know more
about Billy’s life and what he thought about everything. When they were
finished, Nick didn’t forget his promise, got down on his knees, and
lovingly kissed each of Billy’s buckaroo boots.
Billy took
Nick’s hand and pulled him up, leaned over, and kissed his bird-man.
“You can be such a clown,” Billy said, “you make my heart feel light
and my head spin like a little boy without a care in the world sharing
secrets with his best bud.”
“That cain’t be
bad,” Nick said.
“H’it ain’t. In
fact, it’s a damn good feel’n, Nick. Is this part of what them
religious loons say, like them ignorant wacked-out Jack Chick religious
cartoon tracts, about the devil winning you over and leading you down
the path to perdition?” Billy asked.
“It absolutely
is, cowboy. A fast track. Never doubt a Jack Chick tract; they’s fast
tracts to ignorance, myth, and superstition; a private hell where the
reader slowly dies from the neck up,” Nick said. You’re smart enough to
know I’d never lie to you, but just consider when hate and superstition
is all you got, how you gonna’ know what real happiness is if’n you
don’t loosen up a bit and let the light of reason and compassion shine
in sometimes? As Lucifer, I was suppose to bring enlightenment,
knowledge, reason, compassion, and liberal thinking to the world. It
didn’t quite work out that way. The darker, greedy forces hell bent on
keeping man ignorant, suspicious, bigoted, intolerant, easily
controlled won out. To make matters worse, me and ma’ brothers got
blamed for their failures. The truth is, all them religious
wack-a-loons is commiting incest. If'n they's all god's children like
they claim they be fucking their kin folks.
The love we been
sharing don’t hurt nobody, and while it seems perfectly natural to us,
them fuckers would condemn us both as the worst sort of sinners and
demons filled with perversion and debauchery. I got an idea. We could
form us an act, The Demon Brothers, performing death defying acts of
perversion. They work without a net, folks,” Nick said like a circus
barker and grinned. He got Billy laughing. Every time Nick would look
at Billy’s new teeth he would grin.
“What chu’
grin’n about, bird-man,” Billy asked.
“Go look at
yore’ teeth in the mirror, cowboy,” Nick said.
Billy walked to
the bathroom and couldn’t believe what was looking back at him. His
teeth were perfect. He had some problems with his teeth, but the local
dentist was a pirate and most of the locals couldn’t afford him unless
it was an absolute necessity to yank a tooth. Billy returned and put
his arms around Nick’s neck and kissed him on the cheek.
“Thanks, demon
dad, for taking such good care of yore’ boy,” Billy said.
“Yore’ welcome,
cowboy, and that set won’t never rot or decay. Just consider it another
gift from yore’ old demon pa,” Nick replied.
“Is ‘zat
why you call yourself a demon as a reaction against crushing
rejection?” Billy asked.
“You’s a sharp
young man, Billy. I been known to raise some hell and scare the crap
out of a few them self-righteous religious folks now and again to give
‘em a good dose of what they invent in their minds. If they wanna’ see
me as a big red muscled out goat like creature with huge horns, tail,
and a pitchfork, I give ‘em what they expect,” Nick said and laughed
wickedly.
“I wanna’ see.
Can you show me?” Billy asked like a little kid at a sideshow.
“I would, but I
gotta’ take my clothes off first 'cause I make him three times bigger
than us and it would ruin my nice warm clothes I be wear’n. Besides,
they don’t belong to me nohow. How 'bout before we go to bed tonight?”
he asked.
“Okay, but I’m
gonna’ hold you to it,” Billy replied.
Sam whinnied.
Billy heard in his mind, << Could a faithful pony get a little
help over here? This blanket is get’n a mite too warm, >> Nick
must have heard Sam too because he looked at Billy and winked.
“Is this one of
them side effects you done told me about, Nick?” Billy asked.
<< Yes,
now you can hear and talk with yore’ pony, and we don’t really need to
talk no more ‘less’n ya’ont to. I can hear you just fine in my head,
>> Nick sent back.
“You been read’n
ma’ mind, bird-man?” Billy asked.
“Only when I’s
fuck’n your face to see if’n I’s hurt’n you, if you wanted a little
more, or just a little harder,” Nick replied and grinned.
“I wondered how
you could tell,” Billy said and grinned.
Billy walked
over and removed Sam’s blanket, and Sam shook himself. Billy got busy
and cleaned his stall and added some more fresh chips. It was just too
damn cold to put Sam in the barn even for a while. It was still snowing
outside almost like a blizzard. He’d just have to make do with the
double stall inside the cabin.
<< You
glad I can hear you now, pod’na? >> Billy asked.
<< Makes
little difference, but it makes it nicer. You could always tell what
I’s think’n anyway, >> Sam said. Billy laughed at
him.
Billy and Nick
cleaned up the kitchen, but there wasn’t a lot to do. While Billy was
cooking if he used a pot or mixing bowl, Nick would whisk it away and
clean it with a wave of his hand. After they finished Billy wanted to
take a look at Nick’s wing again. He had his bird-man sit on one of the
stools, helped him remove his shirt, and carefully unwrapped his
bandage. It seemed perfectly healed. There wasn’t even any bruising
like there was the day before.
“That’s amazing,
Nick, I think it’s totally healed. I don’t think you need my bandage
anymore,” Billy allowed.
“Yeah, I heal a
lot faster than other species, but I’ll miss you fussing over me and
getting it just right-- just the way you want it. You’re attention and
love were partly responsible for my healing; so was our sharing sex
with each other. In a way, I’m like an energy vampire. While we sleep
together my body is drawing the strength it needs from yours to quickly
heal, and since you have an abundance, I drank deeply. Thank you, Son,
for being so caring,” Nick said sincerely.
“You’re welcome.
I think I’m proud to have me a demon for a pa, sir,” Billy said.
“Damnation, boy,
you could melt a heart of stone,” he said and stole a kiss.
<< Billy
Daniels, are you in the cabin? >> Billy heard a booming voice in
his head. Nick looked at him like he was stunned to hear another voice.
It was so unexpected.
<< I’d
know that voice anywhere. Boomer, is that you? Where are you, my
friend? >> Billy sent.
<< Outside
your door, freezing my furry butt off, >> they heard.
Billy
almost broke his neck getting to the door and threw it open. “Get yore’
big wide ass in here, Boomer! Come in! Come in out of the cold, my
brother,” Billy grabbed his huge paw and pulled the giant Bigfoot
creature into the cabin. Boomer had to duck as the door was only eight
feet. Boomer topped out at ten feet three. The ceilings of the cabin
were eleven feet so he could stand up straight.
Billy introduced
them. “Boomer this is my friend, Nick. His spaceship had some problems
and he’s staying with me for a while,” Billy said, “Nick, this is my
good friend Boomer who is known on our world as a Bigfoot. Some have
called them ‘watchers’ because they’re curious about us, but for the
most part they go their own way. They prefer to live alone or with
others of their kind.”
The two looked
at each other in amazement. “I know who and what he is,” said Boomer,
“he was an artificially manufactured slave of the Anunnaki and a winged
servant of the Elohim until he was rescued and set free by my
ancestors,” Boomer said and nodded at Nick. Nick surprised Billy and
bowed deeply at the waist to the tall Bigfoot beast. “It ain’t
necessary to bow to me, messenger. I'm young but much older than my
human friend. I'm only a messenger myself. I'm here for my friend,
Billy Daniels. I been sent to collect him for an audience before my
elders, who, at my recommendation, took an interest him many years ago.
They have been following him closely since he was about three and lost
his parents.
“I been his
friend and protector for many years. He unselfishly put his own life in
peril to save my life a couple of times, and like you, he nursed me
back to health and gave himself to me so I might heal more rapidly and
not be caught by men. As you know, he has an abundance of healing
strength and enough unconditional love in him to become a great healer.
I’m proud to say I saved his life once, but he’s one up on me. So, by
rights, he has a legitimate claim for me to become his slave.
“The time I
saved his life, I shamed myself before my elders and begged them to let
me have Billy Daniels for my own. With Billy’s permission, I begged
them to allow me to take him for my slave and beloved servant. It is
not without president, as Gilgamesh, one of the last of the great
Anunnaki kings, a half-breed Nephilim, took one of our kind-- Enkidu, a
great beast with legs the width of tree trunks, the only man who could
defeat him in hand-to-hand combat--for his slave and beloved companion.
My request was denied when they found out Billy saved my life before I
saved his.
“Much to my
embarrassment and shame, I somehow conveniently forgot to include that
small bit of information when I asked permission to take Billy for my
slave,” Boomer said and grinned. “When Billy saved my life the second
time, I begged my elders to allow me to give myself to Billy to become
his lifelong slave, and he could have anyone else of his choosing as
long as they agreed I could dwell under the same roof with him. My
elders painfully chastised me. They would have none of it. By that
time, Billy was a young man, and unknown to me, they had other plans
for him and for me.
“Alas, I’m sad
to say, he was not meant for me, but for you, bright angel. He is meant
to be your master, and so he will be if he agrees to accept you; but
make no mistake, because of my love for this young cowboy my elders
have taken pity on me. I have been told I will be assigned as Billy’s,
his owner Sam, and Billy’s slave Lucifer, to become your personal
protector and watcher,” Boomer said to Nick.
Boomer turned to
Sam and greeted him. << Hello, my worthy friend. You grow more
handsome the older you get. I can tell your man-stallion you took to
bond has taken good care of you. It’s good to see you again and to see
you are in good health and happy, >> Boomer sent to Sam.
“And
welcome to you, my large hairy friend. You seem to have rid yourself of
your pungent odor. You should keep yourself that way. It becomes you
and will save wear and tear on our husband,” >> Sam said and gave
a small laugh.
“It is for that
very reason I have cleaned myself, Sam. I look forward to sharing your
fine human
with you and calling him my husband as well,” Boomer said in his deep
voice.
Billy led Boomer
to the fire and got him a stool to sit on, then he went to the bathroom
and got a couple of towels to wipe the snow from Boomer’s fur and dry
him. They talked while Billy was taking care of the big monster like
Boomer was just another animal for him to husband. When Billy was
satisfied, he got his curry comb and brush he used on Samson and began
to work on Boomer. He didn’t finish until he had Boomer’s fur gleaming
and powered him with Johnson’s baby power until he smelled like a new
born infant. They were talking with each other like they were best buds
for years. Poor Nick was dumbfounded and a little jealous he wasn’t the
center of Billy’s attention.
Nick heard a
horse laugh in his head, << Join the club, brother angel,
>> he heard Sam in his head.
<< Shuuu,
they’ll hear you, Sam, >> Nick sent back.
<<
Nonsense. They’s too deep within each other’s sphere to pay attention
to us, besides I shut you out the first night you’s here until I got to
know you. I can do the same with them. So we have to share Billy, ain’t
no big deal. There’s plenty of Billy to go around. Didn’t you listen to
what Boomer told you? Billy was meant for you, and he weren’t kidding.
You ain’t the one getting short changed here, it’s Boomer, but because
of his deep bond he formed with my man-stallion over the years, he’s
willing to accept what he can get. Now ask yourself, who loves him
more, you or Boomer? >> Sam sent.
<< Okay,
Sam, I concede your point. You’re right. Actually, if all this comes
about, we’re probably pretty lucky to have Boomer as a part of our
family. What did Billy do to gain such devotion from Boomer? >>
Nick asked.
<< Nothing
more’n he done for you. The first time Billy save Boomer’s life, we’s
out doing our usual thing one day, and come upon Boomer with his ankle
caught in a bear trap. Billy was only about seven or eight years old at
the time. A rancher claimed wolves were killing and eating his cows,
but his traps didn’t seem to catch them. His brother in the far north
sent him a damn bear trap; only, instead of catching a wolf in the
trap, it caught Boomer.
<< He was
crazy with pain and lost so much blood he didn’t have the strength to
get out of the trap himself. I was scared of Boomer. I didn’t know him
then, but Billy weren’t afraid of him at all. He walked right up the
monster, told him what he was gonna’ do, sprung the trap, and gently
pulled Boomer’s leg out. Between the two of 'em, him and Boomer, they
managed to get the big critter onto my back into Billy’s saddle. He
weren’t as big then. He was about as big as Billy is today.
<< Billy
took my reins and led me and Boomer to the large cave we was in when
your ship come down from the sky. He helped Boomer down, told him to
wait for him, and he would return with medical supplies and some food
for him. I didn’t think Boomer would be there when we got back, but he
was. He was weak. He couldn’t walk because of the pain and passed out
from lack of blood. Billy went to work while Boomer was still
unconscious, clipped the blood matted hair from around where the trap
ate into his flesh. He took a big leather mending needle and some nylon
tent repair thread and done a good job of stitching Boomer’s flesh back
together. Then finally he poured some blood red stuff on him to keep it
from getting infected and bandaged him up like he done for you. >>
<< Boomer
came to, saw what Billy done for him, but he didn’t try to get up or
run away. He allowed Billy to feed him and give him water. After that,
Billy got out his uncle’s huge double wide sleeping bag, laid it out,
took off his clothes, pulled Boomer over to him, and as bad as that
critter smelled, slept with him all night. Billy never let him go. When
the light come into the cave I could see Boomer with his arms around
Billy like he was a precious piece of gold, and he weren’t about to let
go.
<< Billy
and me stayed in that cave with Boomer every night for almost two
weeks, until he could get up and walk around. Billy took him food and
water every day until he was sure Boomer could make it on his own. Then
they said some tearful goodbyes and Boomer went on with his life; but,
they’s a lot more to their story. Suffice to say them two think on each
other as brothers and there ain’t no closer bond than when another
saves your life-- or am I preach’n to the choir here? >> Sam
asked and laughed.
<< You
make me feel ashamed of myself, Sam, >> Nick sent to him.
<< Ain’t
no need for shame, Nick. Perhaps a bit of healthy jealousy is a good
test for affection. When you have doubts about what is bound to come,
remember that feeling and know what you told Billy is true, you will
make a good pair. All I’s try’n to tell you is, y’ain’t got no worries.
You’ll get the Lion’s share of Billy Daniels, >> Sam sent back.
<< Thanks,
Sam, I guess I needed to hear that, >> Nick said like a little
boy.
<< If
Boomer bothers you, what are you gonna’ do when Billy shares himself
with some other cowboy? His roping partner is so in love with him he
can’t even talk with Billy when they’s together, and I hear what Billy
thinks about him. He’s very much taken with his roping partner. They’s
two young studs what give off major sexual pheromones ever’ time they’s
around one another. They drive me crazy. Eventually they’s gonna’ fall
into each other’s pull of gravity, their worlds will come together and
collide with a big bang, and they’ll make the beast with two backs,
>> Sam said and laughed.
<< I guess
as Billy’s slave I’ll just have to cope with it, >> Nick said.
<< I share
him with you, and I own him, >> Samson declared.
<< Yes,
but it’s a little different. You ain’t having sex with him, >>
Nick said.
<< Don’t
bet the ranch on it, bird-man, >> Sam said and laughed, <<
Billy wouldn’t allow his uncle to geld me. He wanted me natural. I’ve
always been grateful to Billy for that, but I sometimes wish’t he had.
When he gets horny, I can smell his male pheromones, and they trigger
mine until I have to find release. We ain’t got no mares on the ranch
so I have to make do. Sometimes when Billy’s riding me, he feels so
good and so right on my back, I get s’damn hot I ejaculate on the
ground. Billy knows it when I do. He’ll stop and rest with me for a
while until I get myself together, then I’m all right. He’ll take his
bandanna and clean me good. He never chastises me or makes fun of me.
Once in a while he’ll compliment me on the amount of seed I spill on
the ground. He just tells me he loves me, and he’s glad I own him.
Then, once in a while, when I’m really hot, he’ll lend me his hand
until I get off. It don’t matter how long it takes, he’s patient with
me. It may sound perverse to anyone else, but it works for me and
Billy, >> Sam sent.
<< I
didn’t know, but I’m aware you’re generous enough to share him, Sam,
and don’t think I don’t appreciate it. Once again, I see your point,
but I don’t feel comfortable with it, >> Nick said.
<< A slave
never does until he gives himself to his master. I come to realize I
couldn’t own Billy until I give myself to him, >> Sam said.
<< I did
give myself to a master once, but he destroyed my trust. Since he
couldn’t kill me because my makers made me immortal, he cast me and my
brothers out, and then sent his legions against us. I was the only
angel what escaped. Since that time I been hated and reviled by ever
race on Earth, >> Nick said sadly.
<< I’m
sorry for you, Nick, but Billy ain’t no crazed despotic alien what
features himself a god. He’s one of the most down to Earth, caring, and
solicitous young men I ever been around, and I done seen me a few. Just
learn to temper your jealousy with humility and patience, and trust me,
Billy will always return to your arms, >> Sam said quietly.
* * * * * * *
“Thank you for
taking such good care of me, Billy. I know my elders will notice and
comment,” Boomer said.
“T’weren’t
nothing special, Boom, glad to do it for you and even more glad to see
you again. You know you’s always welcome to stop by anytime you’re in
the area. I don’t get to see you nearly enough. When am I suppose to
appear before your elders?” Billy asked.
“As soon as you
can get ready, little brother, but first you must remove your
clothing,” Boomer replied.
“But it’s damn
cold outside, Boom,” Billy protested.
“We won’t leave
the cabin, Billy. We’ll pass through a portal onto their world,” Boomer
smiled and explained.
“Can I wear ma’
boots? Without his boots a cowboy’s just plumb naked,” Billy said.
“You can wear
your boots,” Boomer said and grinned.
“Should I bathe
my body, Boomer?” Billy asked.
“You smell fine
to me. I can tell you just had sex, and there’s the lingering hint of
angelic gizz on your breath, but it ain’t strong. It’s just enough to
drive my elders crazy, but they’ll adjust. They’ll look upon it as a
good omen. It will please them you find your new salve to your liking,”
Boomer said and grinned. “No disrespect intended, Samu’el,” he said to
Nick.
“None taken,
Boomer. I never had an audience before the Gregori, Son. They rescued
me from Earth centuries ago, and they’s come to me a few times and told
me what they want, but I ain’t never got an invite to visit them. It’s
a great honor to be asked to stand before them,” Nick said.
“Nick’s right,
little brother. It is a great honor,” Boomer confirmed.
“I have a guest
in my care, Boom. I can’t neglect Nick, and I can’t ask him to see to
Sam. That’s my job as his husband,” Billy said.
“We won’t be
gone more than five minutes your time. They’re on a different time
dilation than your world. You can stay an hour, a day, a week, or even
a year but only five minutes will have lapsed on this world. By the
time Nick can drink another cup of coffee, you’ll be back in his arms
again,” Boomer assured him with a grin.
Billy went to
Sam. << Is there anything I can get you before I go, Sam?
>> he asked.
<< I’m
fine, Billy, go and have a good time. Nick and I can manage. You ain’t
gonna’ be gone long anyway, >> Sam encouraged him.
Billy removed
his clothes and pulled his boots back on. He stood before Nick and
Boomer like a lost soul. Nick looked at Boomer, winked, and shook his
head. Without a word passed between them, Nick and Boomer agreed Billy
Daniels was a magnificent piece of human male pulchritude. He looked
like he should be painted by a great master for his beauty to be
captured for the ages. It was at that moment Nick lost some of his
resentment for the watchers for arranging his accident to place him in
the position of becoming Billy’s slave. He thought he just might be
able to handle it.
Billy walked to
Nick and embraced him. Nick threw his huge arms around him. “Will you
be okay, Nick?” Billy asked.
“I’ll be fine,
Son. I got Sam to talk with, but like Sam, I got me a feeling you won’t
be gone very long. Go with our blessing,” Nick said and they shared a
quick kiss.
“Are you ready,
little brother?” Boomer asked.
“I’m ready, big
brother,” Billy replied.
Boomer
waved his huge furry hand and a portal sprang up like the one on Nick’s
ship. Boomer held out his hand for Billy. He took it, and followed his
bonded brother through the gate.
Billy was
amazed. They were standing on what appeared to be a balcony of a palace
of some kind and you could see the landscape for miles before them of a
gloriously beautiful world. It was the most beautiful sight Billy ever
saw. There was a large city to the right, but it seemed to blend in
with the natural surroundings of waterfalls and lush green
semi-tropical forests and verdant velds of many farms. He could see
giant beasts like Boomer and other animals he never saw before working
the land. It was a beautiful sight.
“Welcome to
Retikki Prime in the constellation of Orion, little brother,” Boomer
said quietly.
“It’s beautiful,
Boom. Words can’t describe what I’m feeling right now,” Billy said.
“You warm
enough, Billy?” he asked.
“No problem. I’m
comfortable. Lead the way, big brother,” Billy urged his giant friend.
They walked
though huge marble corridors and down long hallways which opened out to
other stunning vistas of a harmonious world where there appeared to be
no clutter and the city itself was a masterpiece of artistic
achievement. It didn’t look cluttered or have any bad places like
cities on Earth. It was spotless and pristine. They came to a great
hall in the palace with double doors twenty feet high and each door
eight feet wide.
Boomer stopped
and took Billy into his big arms. “I can go no further with you, little
brother. A kiss and a brotherly hug for your journey, little one?”
Boomer asked.
Billy threw his
arms around his friend and gently kiss him on his mouth. Boomer sighed
and returned his kiss with the gentleness of a saint. “I will open the
door for you. You must enter on your own and walk to the center of the
room. You will see the watchers standing before you. Go with my
blessing, Billy. I will be with you later when I am summoned,” Boomer
said.
“Thank you,
Boomer. I love you, big brother,” Billy said to his friend.
“I love you,
too, Billy. Take my love with you as well,” the big beast said.
Boomer opened
one of the doors for him and Billy walked through into a huge chamber
with statues all around of watchers who were great leaders and heroes
of their world. He walked to the very middle of the room and saw
standing on a raised dais two enormous figures in long maroon colored
robes with hoods over their heads. The were fifteen to eighteen feet
tall and looked mysteriously hidden from Billy’s sight in their robes.
The larger of the two was just under eighteen feet, but Billy felt no
fear of them. In fact, he was glad to see them. He felt like he knew
them. He came to a stop and stood silently waiting for them to address
him.
Time passed, but
Billy waited patiently. They said nothing and more time passed. Billy
wondered if he should say something; maybe they were waiting for him to
say something to break the ice. After a little more time, Billy began
to feel uncomfortable and shifted from foot to foot. Finally, he was
getting pretty nervous and decided to break the silence. What would he
say? Anything to break the tension. Billy spoke, “Hello, I’m Billy
Daniels from Earth. I was told you wanted to speak with me. If you’s
the Knights what say ‘nee’ I gotta’ tell you, I don’t know nothing
about no shrubberies,” he said.
There was
another prolonged pregnant silence, when suddenly, the bigger of the
two bent over double and fell out laughing. He had a huge booming
boisterous laugh and was laughing so hard he had to turn away from his
partner.
“Gregor, would
you please?” his smaller companion begged for composure in an irritated
voice.
“I’m sorry,
Albrecht, I can’t help it. It’s just too damn funny,” he replied and
continued laughing, “If you followed Earth culture for the last hundred
years like I begged you to do numerous times you would know what the
young human is referring to, and us being taller than him fits the...
well, if you haven’t experienced it you wouldn’t have a clue,” Gregor
laughed again.
Billy began
laughing with him, and that only made matters worse. The other giant
decided he had to take control of the situation. “Well, young man, it
would seem you’ve captured the heart and imagination of my mate, and it
would also seem there is no further need to treat you in a formal
manner which has been our tradition for thousands of years. So much for
stuffy traditions. My formality notwithstanding, we have both become
very fond of you over the eighteen years of your life on Earth. Come,
take my hand, and if my partner can collect himself long enough to be a
good host, take his with your other hand. We will take you to a lovely
garden for refreshments where we can talk informally,” the one called
Albrecht said.
“Screw that!”
Gregor exclaimed loudly, who sat down on his haunches, and open his
arms to Billy. “Com’mer, ya’ little shit!” Gregor demanded in perfect
cowboy lingo and laughed again. Billy understood those words well and
the love and humor behind them. He knew he must run to the giant’s
inviting arms as fast as his legs would carry him. He sounded like Sam
walking on cobble stones as he clomped across the huge hall in his
buckaroo boots at full stride. Gregor threw back his hood and Billy
could see he was a much larger copy of his big brother Boomer. The last
few steps Billy leaped for the giant and Gregor caught him in
mid-flight to raise him high, spun him around a couple of times, and
brought him to rest upon his huge chest to pet like a warm puppy. Billy
threw his arms around Gregor’s neck, hugged him tight, and stole a
kiss. They were both laughing and carrying on like two old friends as
the giant turned and began to walk with his mate to another pair of
huge doors.
The doors opened
automatically and Billy couldn’t believe the beauty of the garden they
walked into. Gregor set Billy down and the young cowboy bowed to
Albrecht who then opened his big arms to him for a hug. Billy went to
him, hugged him, and whispered, “I saved the best for last, sir.” The
stern and formal Albrecht melted and giggled like a school boy. “Why am
I naked and you handsome creatures get to wear robes?” Billy asked.
“Rituals as old
as time itself. No one knows, but it is probably to show our Elders, a
member of any race standing before them, is not hiding a secret
weapon,” replied Albrecht.
“Would it be
impolite of me to ask you gentlefolk to remove your robes?” he asked.
“Would you be
more comfortable?” Albrecht asked.
“No, comfort has
nothing to do with my request, but curiosity and animal lust has
everything to do with it,” Billy said honestly.
Gregor stood,
removed his robe to reveal the most magnificent creature Billy ever saw
other than his brother, Boomer. He threw his robe to another group of
benches and a strange furry creature which looked similar to a hedgehog
on Earth collected his robe and disappeared. Albrecht followed his
mate’s lead and did the same. Gregor set back down. Billy went to him
and crawled up into his lap. Gregor immediately popped a boner. Billy
saw it and grinned. “Thanks for the compliment, big guy, look at
me...,” Billy lay back in the monster’s huge arms to show him his own
erection. Gregor laughed again only this time Albrecht joined them.
“I’m
afraid you captured the heart of more than just my mate, young one. You
also have mine to add to your collection,” Albrecht said and leaned
back to show Billy his erection.
Billy clapped
his hands together. “Wonderful, sir, now I feel more comfortable,”
Billy said.
“No wonder our
nephew has done everything in his power to be allowed closer to you,
Billy Daniels. You are a remarkable young human. As you may have
guessed, we have a strict set of rules and standards for those of our
kind dwelling on your planet. They are to observe only and to avoid
contact with humans at all cost; however, as you might say in your
cowboy vernacular, shit happens,” explained Albrecht and smiled.
“I know that
term well, Mr. Albrecht. I been hearing it a lot the last couple of
days,” Billy said and grinned knowing they both knew what he was
talking about.
“We don’t
apologize for placing you in the position you find yourself in, Son. We
also know it is against everything you believe in and stand for, but
that only makes you the right human for the job; that, and several
other personal attributes and strengths you have which are rare in one
so young,” Albrecht said. “What we set into motion with the crash
landing of Lucifer’s ship is only the beginning of a great journey in
life you could never imagine if you remained a cowboy for the rest of
your life. We’re not saying you can’t do both. You may have your cake
and eat it, too,” said Albrecht in a business like manner, “We would
never want you to lose touch with the roots of your heritage. It’s what
makes you who and what you are, Billy Daniels,” Albrecht added firmly.
Gregor took his
huge paw-like hand and gently cupped it over Billy’s genitals like he
was protecting them. Billy looked at him, pulled his great head down,
and kissed him on his cheek. “Thanks, for that, big guy. I couldn’t
feel safer,” Billy whispered. Gregor threw back his handsome head and
laughed.
“Dear brother,”
Gregor addressed his mate, “do you think we should give our guest the
option of having his newly assigned protector sit in on our
conversation and share refreshments with us?”
“By all means,
brother,” Albrecht replied, “I shall send for him. Click, please inform
our nephew, Boomer, we have need of him,” he spoke to a small
gnome-like naked creature with a perfectly formed humanoid body; a
small stud-muffin, between three and four feet tall with an impressive
set of tackle
for his size. He looked like a miniature Greek sculpture of an
Herculean hero but with more cock proportionally. He had no hair on his
body, anywhere. He had muscles any human body builder could only wish
he could develop and was a golden bronze color. He had dark blue eyes
the color of fine Lapis that sparkled with intelligence and a hint of
mischief. Billy immediately wanted one just like him for a little
brother and forgot they could read his mind. “No problem, you may have
Click and his twin brother, Clack, for your slaves. They make a
formidable pair of bookends,” Albrecht said and the two giants laughed
at his joke, “They are also shape-shifting wizards who are born with
wisdom passed on genetically and improved upon from generation to
generation.
“They are bred
to serve and provide protection and comfort for their masters. They
live only to serve those who need and appreciate their talents. They
would make a great addition to the base team of your new family you’re
forming. They also just happen to be fine artists and musicians who
will entertain you by the hour with tall tales of mystery, love,
heroics, songs, dances, and they can master any musical instrument set
before them in a matter of minutes. They have several other talents
which I won’t go into right now so if you decide you want them, you,
your slave, and your owner Sam will discover together,” Albrecht said.
“Will they be
given a choice in the matter?” Billy asked concerned.
“No, they trust
their masters to do what’s best for them and Gregor and I have decided
it would be a win-win situation for them as well as you and your team.
Believe us when we say, you will never be sorry you agreed to take
them. Furthermore, they will make you proud you own them and proud they
trust you enough to call you their master,” Albrecht said, and added,
“We told them of your visit some time ago and showed them videos of you
riding your owner. They asked every day when you would be here. They’re
very excited to meet the handsome man who rides his owner and takes
such good care of him. They are very sensitive about people and
animals. They can tell you and Sam love each other very much.”
Boomer entered
the garden with little Click riding on his shoulder with his muscular
little arm around the hairy beast’s neck. Boomer reached up, took his
small companion, set him gently on the grass of the well tended garden,
then bowed deeply to his elders.
“Hosanna in the
highest! Hosanna; blessed be the one who comes in the name of the
Ancients. Hosanna to our nephew. Would you look at him, Gregor!”
Albrecht exclaimed and stood.
“Add another
couple of ‘hosannas’ to that brother. Three ain’t nearly enough. I
can’t remember ever seeing our nephew looking any better. He has truly
become a magnificent beast. Strong, virile, handsome to a turn, and his
fur has been expertly attended to like he has his own husband to care
for him. Where does such pride in himself come from? There’s a glow
about him. What is it, brother?” Gregor asked playing off his mate and
lobbing the ball back into his court for an easy slam.
“I’d say he’s a
beast in love,” Albrecht took the shot for the win and winked
mischievously at his partner. Poor Boomer was so embarrassed you could
see him blush through his heavy coat of fur. His uncles enjoyed
laughing at his uneasiness. “What do you have to say for yourself,
Nephew?” Albrecht asked like a stern school master.
“Uncle Gregor is
right. I can neither hide my love for Billy, nor would I want to. He
done this for me before we walked through the gate. His owner was kind
enough to share his husband with me and I remembered my manners to
thank him,” Boomer said in his defense. That only made his uncles laugh
harder.
“Come, Nephew,
enough of your uncle’s nonsense for now,” Albrecht held his huge paw
for Boomer to take and motioned for him to sit on the bench next to him,
“Click-- be a
dear, and fetch your brother for us. We wish your presence as well, and
when you return you will be two Great Pyrenees,” Albrecht requested.
Click nodded his head, grinned real big, and was away as fast as his
little legs would carry him. Albrecht returned his attention to Boomer,
“Mr. Daniels asked that you be present in our meetings, Nephew. We
agree you should be privy to most everything we discuss; however, we
will have one session with Billy alone before you return to Earth. Do
you wish to tell our nephew our further plans for him, brother Gregor?”
Albrecht asked.
“No, you’re
doing fine, brother, besides I’m busy,” he said with a grin and
tightened his grip around Billy’s cock and balls and leaned over to get
another hug and kiss from the young cowboy. Billy responded perfectly,
and they shared a laugh like two little boys with a secret.
“So we can see,
brother,” Albrecht raised an eyebrow and said with a grin. “Your other
uncle and me have decided, for you to become Billy and his family’s
protector and watcher is not a strong enough bond. We wish to
strengthen that bond. We have decided to grant your earlier request and
give you to Billy as his slave for having saved your life. From this
very moment you have one month to prove your worth to him, gain his
favor, and petition him to accept you as his slave or you will be
terminated. It’s a harsh law, but one which must be upheld. To allow
you to disregard our laws would not be looked upon favorably by our
high counsel. Do you understand, Nephew?” Albrecht asked.
“I understand,
Uncle Albrecht. I will do my best to gain Mr. Daniel’s trust to accept
me as his slave,” Boomer said sincerely.
“Wait just a
damn minute!” Billy exclaimed, “I ain’t never rescinded my agreement to
become Boomer’s slave so we could be together. I done proved h’it don’t
matter none to me who becomes slave to whom. The main concern for both
of us is to be together at any cost. I will hear no further talk of my
brother being terminated. I didn’t risk my life twice to save Boomer
only to have the beast I come to love as my brother be snuffed because
of some silly arcane law. It just ain’t gonna’ happen, gentlemen. I’m
an American cowboy and in the name of whatever god you worship my word
is my bond,” Billy said strongly with unmistakable conviction; clearly
not easy with Albrecht’s pronouncement.
“Well said,
Billy Daniels. So let it be done. Go to your master, slave, pledge your
life, give yourself to him, and pay homage unto him,” Albrecht said as
a stern command.
Boomer jumped
off the bench he was sitting on with his uncle, and with two large
bounding steps was on his knees in front of Billy and Boomer’s other
uncle, Gregor. “Master Billy Daniels, if you will accept me as your
slave, I humbly pledge my life to you and those you chose to love, to
become your slave for life, sir,” Boomer said with tears in his big
amber eyes.
“Of course I
will take your for my slave, my beloved brother. Was there ever any
doubt in your mind? I'll do my damnedest to become a good master and
husband for you what will be worthy of your love and trust,” Billy
replied.
“May I pay
homage to your boots, Master?” Boomer asked.
“Permission
granted, slave,” Billy replied.
Boomer lovingly
kissed each of Billy’s buckaroo boots and looked up at his master.
Billy opened his arms to him, “Come, my good slave, and share your love
with me,” Billy commanded as sternly as he could to someone he loved as
much as his beast brother. They kissed a passionate kiss and Boomer
exseeded onto the grass beneath the bench where Gregor and Billy were
sitting. Billy did the same in Gregor’s huge hands holding his genitals.
Gregor was not
disturbed in the least. He simply held his hands before his nephew.
“Your master has blessed you, slave. Your husband, your very right
master has has provided a gift for his slave’s first Eucharist; his
holy offering of his sacred seed for his slave from his own body.
Hosanna in the highest. Hosanna to our nephew and his master,” Gregor
said gently with love for his nephew in his heart. Billy could tell
both giants were deeply moved by their bonding. Boomer didn’t wait for
instructions and greedily cleaned Billy’s spunk from Gregor’s huge
hands then kissed each of Billy’s boots again to seal his troth.
“Thank you for
taking me as your slave, Master Billy,” Boomer said, “My uncles were
correct to insist I become your slave. I was worried, as your family’s
watcher and protector I would do my job out of obligation to my elders
and to you, but not as a responsibility. As your slave, my job becomes
both. There are no lingering doubts of jealousy or conflict within me,
sir. There is no longer a confusion or conundrum about my place. My
soul is at peace, Master Billy,” Boomer said.
Before anyone
could say another word their peace was interrupted by two huge,
magnificent, pure white Great Pyrenees dogs bounding from one to
another of the gathered group. Billy got up and Gregor set him down to
interact with the beautiful dogs. They were all over him and Boomer.
They rolled on the grass as the two dogs sniffed and licked them all
over their bodies. They were laughing and playing with the handsome
animals.
Billy set up and
hugged the nearest one. “Which are you, Click or Clack?” he asked.
“I am Click,
sir,” the dog spoke to him. Billy thought that was wonderful, a talking
dog. He whistled to the other and it stopped playing with Boomer and
came to him, “And you must be Clack,” Billy said.
“Yes, sir, I be
Clack,” he said, then added, “You’re much more handsome than my brother
said you were, Master Daniels.” Billy laughed and gave Clack a hug and
a kiss. He got a big lick on his face from both.
“All right you
two, enough of the canine stunt. Back to your original form,” Albrecht
ordered and clapped his huge hands together. Click and Clack morphed
right before Billy and Boomer. When they were stabilized they both ran
to Billy and threw their arms around his neck and kissed him again.
Billy had the deepest, almost uncontrollable urge to shove a finger up
each of their perfectly tight little butts. They looked at him,
stopped, grinned real big, turned around, bent over, reached around
with both hands, and spread their cheeks for him to poke them.
The three giants
laughed at Billy. “Don’t think dirty thoughts around them unless you
really mean it,” Gregor warned Billy, “Their feelings will be hurt if
you don’t act like a good husband and show them the attention you
proposed in your head,” Gregor added and laughed. Albrecht and Boomer
laughed with Gregor. They were having a good time at poor Billy’s
expense.
“But I don’t
have any lubricant except my saliva and their bodies might not have
immunities to the germs in my mouth. I don’t want to hurt them none,”
Billy said.
“If they can
morph into two giant dogs they can certainly accommodate your small
finger. They can take your handsome penis with no problem,” Albrecht
challenged him.
Billy gently
placed his forefingers at each little man’s hole and gently massaged
the opening. With one swift push, they backed up and took Billy’s
fingers to the base. Billy got the silliest grin on his face as his
giant companions roared with laughter at him. Billy didn’t need
training wheels and began to finger fuck the stout little men.
The thought
crossed his mind, he had to be the most perverted cowboy in the
universe to be having so much fun butt fucking two perfectly formed
little muscle men with his fingers. The better the boys began to feel
with Billy fucking them, Click and Clack turned a bit, locked their
arms around each other, and started to make love. They were two hot
little fuckers and the harder Billy fucked them the more they backed up
to his hand to get his greatest penetration. They were swapping spit
and moaning in each other’s mouths like two whores in the same bed.
Billy was so
enthralled with what he was doing he was almost oblivious to anything
else going on. He vaguely remembered Gregor get on his knees in front
of him and place a huge hand under each of the little men’s erect
penis. Billy could feel them begin to clamp down on his fingers really
hard and suddenly felt them trying to bite them off as they reached a
climax and ejaculated into the giant’s hand a pool of creamy white
fluid which appeared more thick than human or animal semen.
When they were
spent, Billy withdrew his fingers. They grabbed him around the neck to
kiss him and thank him for a wonderful fuck. They agreed with each
other, they thought he would make a wonderful husband. Billy was in
love. He watched as Albrecht and Boomer dipped a finger in the little
men’s ejaculate and put it to their mouths. They both got a look of
ecstasy on their faces and took another dip into the two thick puddles
in Gregor’s hand and ate that glob, too.
Billy got a grin
on his face as Gregor held out his hand for Billy to try some. The
cowboy dipped his finger into the goo. It was thicker than he thought
and a large glob stuck to his finger. He brought it to his nose, and it
smelled sweet with hint of orange. He brought it to his mouth and
touched it cautiously with his tongue. The three giants were grinning
like Cheshire cats as they watched him closely.
It was sweet,
very sweet, like a vanilla tart with a sharp hint of oranges like it
had been laced with an expensive Grand Marnier liquor. It was frick’n
delicious, and Billy grabbed for more. The watchers were laughing their
asses off at him. The little men smiled as he ate all their gizz and
licked Gregor’s hands clean.
“Best damn stuff
I ever tasted,” he allowed. The little men were in love with Billy.
They each took one of his hands and led him back to the benches in the
garden where some other strange but good looking creatures were setting
up a table and rolling carts out with food of all kinds. Gregor and
Albrecht encouraged Billy to taste and sample. Click and Clack were
more humanoid and showed him what they liked. He followed their advice.
It was a wonderful meal and they talked about many thing.
The boys, as
Billy started calling them, crawled up into Billy’s lap and insisted on
sitting with him for the meal. Albrecht tried to get them to sit next
to Billy on either side, but they wanted to sit on his legs. Billy
assured Albrecht and Gregor it would be no problem; he always wanted a
couple of little brothers to spoil. That only endeared Billy to them
more. One was sitting on each of Billy knees at the table and he had an
arm around each to hold them steady. They would take turns feeding him
delicacies from their three plates and Billy was loving it and them.
During
conversation, when Click and Clack found out Boomer had become Billy’s
slave and would be going back to Earth with him as a part of his
extended family, they got very quiet. Billy bussed a kiss behind each
of their ears and whispered softly, “What’s a matter, guys? Why so glum
chums?” he tried to make them smile.
“We want to go
with you, Master Billy. We want to be your slaves, too, they cried and
grabbed him around his neck to give him kiss after kiss.
“It’s been
talked about, guys, but the world I come from is a primitive planet and
may be just a little too rough for a couple of men as beautiful and
perfect as you. If anything were to happen to either of you I don’t
know if I would ever recover from the grief of losing you,” Billy said
sincerely.
“They are far
more resilient than you might imagine, Son,” Gregor said, “Their feats
will never cease to amaze you. As far as we can tell they are the last
of their species. Their home world was wiped out and they were brought
to us for protection by a benevolent race who rescued them from an
abusive race of reptiles. They have tried to adjust to our world, but
we are mostly too large for them to relate to comfortably. While they
can morph to a creature of any size it takes too much of their energy
to keep the shape for any length of time. After a while they must
return to their original form. They could morph to the size of a young
child on your planet and hold the shape for days, if need be.
Eventually, they would have to revert to recharge, but they could
easily pass as your little brothers,” Gregor said.
The day came to
a close and Billy was shown to his apartments. It was a huge place with
enormous beds made for large beasts. Billy didn’t care, it was
comfortable and had everything he needed. He announced his new slave
would be bunking it in with him. That got a big grin from Boomer. Once
again the boys got really quiet.
Billy looked at
Gregor and Albrecht, shook his head, and grinned. “I don’t suppose
there’s anyone else here what might consider bunk’n it in with a cowboy
and his handsome slave? he asked. Big smiles came across the boy’s
faces. They held up their hands and jumped up and down. “Okay, you guys
come on, then, if’n you give good back rubs, me and my slave just might
consider adopting you and taking you back with us,” Billy said and
smiled.
They all slept together in the same bed. Billy held one little man in
his right arm and the other in his left while Boomer enfolded them all
with his huge arms. The small men gave Billy and Boomer the back rubs
of their dreams. There was no doubt in Billy's mind he wouldn't leave
this world without his little brothers.
End Chapter 2 ~
Him Who Made The Seven Stars
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02/22/2012