Him
Who Made The Seven Stars
By
Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter
35
"Not
that
which
goeth
into
the
mouth
defileth a man; but that which cometh
out of the mouth, this defileth a man." (Matthew 15:11) "If that's not
a
license to suck cock, I don't know what is." ~ Antinous/Moderator/Boing
Boing
Oatie didn’t ask
for Jethro to stay the night with him. He was around Jethro most of the
afternoon and evening. He watched Jethro work as an organizer and note
taker for Billy. He could tell Jethro developed a strong bond between
Billy, Billy’s watcher husband, and his four angels -- one, of whom,
Billy considered his dad. Within a week it seemed like Jethro passively
took over the extended Daniel’s family, won their hearts with his
selflessness, and found a secure billet among their ranks as
comfortable as a well-worn strap enters a buckle. The young boys sought
Jethro out and didn’t seem the least bothered by his nakedness. They
accepted the fact he was a slave on loan to Master Billy and therefore
someone of interest to them. Rory and Calhoun were by either side while
Randy was in his arms most of the day. After the Saturday afternoon
barnyard concert, Jethro was stationed outside the barber shop door to
accept the watchers who gathered to be milked by Master Billy and his
men.
Jethro wasn’t overbearing or bossy in his job but kept things in order
and under control. While he was working under pressure, Jethro remained
polite and considerate of everyone. He saw to it things moved smoothly
in good order. His previous people and critter skills he developed as a
daddy long-leg running with the watchers became obvious to everyone.
Granted it was an unusual talent, but under the circumstances, it was
one in which Jethro excelled and flourished. Oatie never saw this
side of his slave before, and he was amazed. He never considered Jethro
might have people or critter skills -- but why not? The truth came to
him with the speed of a blue Northern roiling across the horizon: he
never bothered to get to know more about Jethro than to treat him as a
respected male concubine. Oatie knew Jethro ran with the watchers for
several years until he became his slave, but he just considered him a
lost soul in need of direction and protection; like an abused animal,
who will eventually come to bond and trust you if you’re patient enough
and willing to work with them. All the signs were there. Why did he
overlook them?
Jethro was an
excellent horseman, and could tell Oatie what was wrong with a horse
just by observing it for a while. Jethro knew more natural remedies and
cures for animals than Oatie knew medications to prescribed for them.
Oatie never had to worry about the critters around the ranch when
Jethro was home; yet, he discounted Jethro’s efforts because he was
unschooled. Oatie was well trained in science and the current state of
the medical arts. He didn’t take time to consider something as unproven
as natural healing might actually work and chalked up Jethro’s
successes to chance. There in lay the crux of his conundrum. Sometimes
the most obvious answers are overlooked due to an impenetrable wall of
white-washed prejudice. Oatie built a fortress against the hatred and
ignorance of his family with science and reason. It never suffered a
crack until Oatie saw what Billy and his enhanced angels could do. Then Oatie’s
perceptions of life and those around him began to change. His fortress
came tumbling down. While he no longer had his imaginary protections to
shield him, Oatie came to realize, he had a greater strength available
to him from those around him who loved him.
He watched Jethro approach and make friends with watcher strangers who
were never seen in the area before. These revelations, and to see him
fitting in so well with the Daniels family, only made Oatie burn deeper
with desire for Jethro to the point, he didn’t care how their
relationship was defined. The only thing he could think about was lying
beneath the big brute of a man, receiving Jethro’s big cock as hard and
as fast as his slave could feed it to his ass. Jethro was right, Oatie
couldn’t fault his fucking. Oatie told his
ramrod, “You know you got the right cowboy fucking you when ever’ time
he finishes, you swear he was better than the last time, the time
before that, and there ain’t no way he can top that one; but, he always
does, and he leaves you feeling like your ass is a worn out old saddle
-- mind you, as happy and contented as an old cow, but you worry ‘cause
you know you won’t never be able to sneak out a secret, silent fart
again because yore’ ass muscle ain’t strong enough to control the
pressure.” Perry Reed doubled over with laugher. Cowboy hyperbole comes
in many shapes, forms, and sizes, but it’s always colorful and most
times funny.
Oatie almost
asked Billy if he could go with him and his immediate family to the
line cabin for the night, but thought better of it after he ran the
idea by his granddad. Elmer admonished him not to. Elmer and Vox told
him to have faith in Master Billy and his slave would be returned to
him in good order. Then it would be up to him to either accept complete
responsibility for another life or return him to Master Billy who would
gladly welcome Jethro into his fold. In other words, his granddad was
telling him to either shit or get off the pot; become the master Jethro
needs or give him to a man who will provide him a secure position with
his family. Without saying as much, Elmer was by fair inference,
implying Jethro’s insecurity and uncertainty was as much Oatie’s fault
as his slave’s. Oatie wondered if he shouldn’t be the one taking
lessons from Master Billy. He expressed as much to his granddad.
“You’re never
too old to learn, Son, but I don’t think you need to worry. Billy
Daniels will teach you everything you need to know to be a good master
for your slave,” Elmer said, “But first he’ll take you to his owner and
introduce you to him,” he added and grinned.
“Billy Daniels
has an owner? He’s a slave to someone else?” Oatie asked in disbelief.
“In a manner of
speaking, but like everything else around the Daniels ranch you
witnessed, you gotta' think outside the box. I’ll leave you to think on
it for a while, Son. It will become clear to you, I promise. It’s so
simple, I guarantee, you will overlook the obvious,” allowed Elmer.
* * * * * * *
Jethro was
invited to return to the line cabin with Billy and his family and he
readily agreed. He didn’t expect more than he experienced the previous
evening, but he was certainly willing if the opportunity presented
itself. Since he was not a stranger anymore, he was more at ease and
joined the family routine like a regular. After more coffee, herbs,
ablutions completed, the family watcher washed, blown, and fluffed, and
it was down to the three of them, Billy asked if Jethro would like to
share his pa with him again?
“I would be
honored,” he replied, “If I did a repeat of last evening, would it
speed my genetic bonding with Nick’s Kagoli persona?” Jethro asked.
“It jes’ might,”
Nick said and grinned like a Cheshire cat, “Couldn’t hurt none to try.
I certainly wouldn’t say no,” he added, putting his huge demon arm
around Jethro, wrapping his tail around the big man’s waist, pulling
him close, and stealing a kiss.
They did a
repeat of the previous evening, but this time, it was more leisurely
and loving. Jethro didn’t hold back and was sure he could hear the
Kagoli calling to him and complimenting him on his efforts. Nick was
pretty complimentary, himself. Nick sent to Billy, it felt like Jethro
was trying to suck a demon out of his butt. He wasn’t wrong. Jethro
wanted the ability to morph into a demon dad more than anything he
could imagine. He wasn’t unsure about his masculinity as a man or a
slave. He knew his worth. He just thought it would be an extra added
value to his person like the icing on a cake. Something he could
provide for his master no other slave could. It would make him unique.
Every man harbors such a wish at one time or another in his life; to be
better than most at a talent or skill. Jethro’s talents were never
tapped before. It was like Billy and Nick removed a stone covering a
spring of water which, when freed, issued forth with strength and
purity.
Jethro’s childlike enthusiasm and simple pleasures from his new
experiences helped him blossom into a powerful and compassionate force;
a never ending fount of love for those who took time to love him in
return.
Sunday morning
Vox returned to church accompanied by Elmer, Kate, Zelma, and Abigale. Billy stayed at the
ranch with his family and guests. The preacher and many in the
congregation were stunned by Vox and Elmer’s more youthful appearances
and their look of radiant health. Kate and Zelma looked years younger
and Abigale looked like a young woman in her mid twenties. There was
much whispering and chit-chat. Many came up to tell them how good they
looked, and asked their secret. Elmer told everyone it was clean
living, vitamin supplements, a visit to a good chiropractor, and
exercise. They didn’t believe him for a minute, but it sounded
reasonable. Coming from the bull of the hill country, it even sounded
believable. Vox/Rox played the organ so well many thought the church
hired a new organist. They were magnificent and received many
compliments. On the way out, Kate stopped by the church bulletin board.
She saw an obituary notice with the heavy black lines at the top and
bottom. She walked closer to see who passed away and saw the name. She
took a breath and said to no one in particular, “Oh, Dear, I must tell
Nathan and Billy.”
During Sunday
dinner around the Daniel’s table, talk was lively, and everyone wanted
to know how the newly enhanced were received. “I couldn’t tell if they
were happy for Elmer and me or if they were disappointed I’d be their
organist for a while longer,” Vox said and Elmer agreed.
“Billy, there
was an obituary notice on the bulletin board, Bradly Kirkendall passed
away Friday and his funeral will be Tuesday morning at nine o’clock at
the church,” Kate said, “We overheard several folks talking about it.
No one knew about it until Bubba and Earl went out to visit with him
Saturday morning and found him in his bed,” she added.
“Did you know
about it, Sheriff?” Billy asked.
“Yeah, they
called the station and me and my deputy went out there. Other than
checking to see if he had a pulse, Bubba and Earl left him like he was.
There was no evidence of foul play. The coroner didn’t find nothing to
make him think it was anything other than natural causes. With all
what’s been happening around here, I just forgot to say anything,” Will
said.
“Who is Brad
Kirkendall?” Tom asked.
“He was our
neighbor up the road a bit on the opposite side. He owned the next
largest ranch to ours in this part of the county. Remember the men who
Billy and Sheriff Tate caught trespassing? The big one, Bubba Ray
Kirkendall, is his nephew. Most likely Brad left the ranch to him,”
Kate said.
“I thought Bubba
was his son, Grandma,” Billy said.
“A lot of folks
did, but Bubba’s parents’ died when he was just a toddler. Brad and his
wife, Effie, took him in, but Effie died from cancer before Bubba
started school. It was just Brad and Bubba all these years,” Kate said,
“Brad took me to the junior prom when we were in high school together.
He was a good man, but after his wife died he became somewhat of a
recluse and kept to himself. About the only time we saw him was once or
twice a year at church or when Daw’s and I would go to the local
football games when Bubba was playing. Brad never missed a game and
traveled to their away games. I don’t know how many times Daws and I
invited him and Bubba over for barbecues or Sunday dinners, but they
were always too busy. I think Brad and Daws got cross with each other
once and Brad never forgave him,” Kate added.
“T’weren’t Daw’s
fault, Kate,” Elmer said, “Brad was one of the the original four
horsemen, but he got spooked and withdrew. He allowed myth and
superstition get the better of him. We were told to replace him, but he
didn’t take it kindly. He kept his mouth shut, but he held a grudge for
years,” Elmer explained.
Several mouths
dropped open around the table. “What’s Mr. Breedlove talking about,
Grandma?” Billy asked.
“Oh, just an
agreement, something the ranchers cooked up about twenty years ago. I
really don’t know what it was about. Elmer would know more than I do,”
Kate said and looked nervous.
“It was a secret
bond between four ranchers in our area, Son, but I ain’t at liberty to
tell you about it right now. H’it ain’t nothing bad, so don’t worry
yourself none,” Elmer brushed it off like it was nothing.
“Were you privy
to it, Dad?” Will asked Buster.
“I was, but Mr.
Breedlove is right, Son, a pact is a pact and can’t be discussed
outside the group,” Buster confirmed Elmer’s words.
The sheriff
spoke up, “When me and my deputy were getting ready to leave, the
coroner arrived, followed close on his heels by Clarence Womack. I
don’t think Bubba or Earl called him. The coroner is a member of his
church, and I imagine he called him; anyway, Womack was all over Bubba
wanting to know what arrangements he made, and why didn’t he call him
first? He was grilling poor Bubba about whether the old man left a
will. Bubba didn’t look none too happy with him. The preacher was
pump’n Bubba with all sorts of personal and private questions he didn’t
have no right to ask about. He was being pushy, rude, and
disrespectful. I felt sorry for Bubba because I know he’s confused
about religion and life in general. He can be putty in the hands of a
charlatan like Womack. Earl kept trying to calm him down, but you know
how Womack can be when he smells money and gets wound up. I never heard
Bubba agree to it, but Womack announced he would be officiating at the
funeral. When Bubba reminded him his uncle went to the Methodist
church, Womack said it didn’t matter none. He held funeral services in
all the other churches but the Catholics. He told Bubba he’d get his
merry band of shyster lawyers, Dewey, Cheetum, and Howe, to handle the
legal matters concerning Bubba’s inheritance of his uncle’s property.
Damn, he can be a pushy bastard, and he takes advantage of people in
grief. He plays on their fears and guilt to get what he wants. He’s the
scum of the Earth posing as a representative of a supreme being and his
impotent son,” Will Tate allowed.
“Amen to that,
Brother. I plan on go’n to Mr. Kirkendall’s funeral, Billy announced.
“I’ll go with
you, Billy,” Kate said.
“Me and Tron
will join you, Son,” Nathan said.
“Me and ma’ boy
will be there,” Buster said for him and Will.
“I don’t know if
I can take off work, Dad,” Will said.
“A couple of
hours for the sheriff to attend the funeral of a man what was well
thought of in our community ain’t take’n off work, Son. It’s part of
your job. It’s the politically correct thing to do,” Buster said.
“Yes, sir, Dad,”
Will replied quietly.
As the folks
left the dining room and moved to the parlor, the great bull spoke,
“Yore’ dad is right, Son,” Elmer backed Buster, “As ya’ll know our
other ranch is across the road from the Kirkendall place. Me, my
grandson, and our ramrod will be there to pay our respects,” he added
like it was a done deal. Oatie knew better than to say a word. He
learned his lesson. When his bossman spoke, he listened and obeyed.
Oatie thought it strange, he experienced a great comfort from the
feeling. He realized his granddad’s strength and strong will was
something he greatly missed. It was like a missing part of him rejoined
his total person, and he was whole again; except, for the emptiness he
felt from missing Jethro. At that very moment, Oatie looked up and
caught Jethro looking directly into his eyes. The big slave caught him
off guard and smiled at him. Oatie blushed a deep red color and
immediately looked away. Billy caught the exchange, winked at Jethro,
and shook his head.
Sunday was over
and the guests left the ranch. The ladies fledged, and Billy and his
men took care of them. They made sure the ladies had an easy time of
it. The household came to a halt. Tom had to get back to Houston and
took his boys with him. Abigale was staying the week with Zelma and
Kate until she was used to her wings, she could be taught to de-wing,
and learn the basic care and feeding of her new appendages. Billy and
Nick were so impressed by the way Jethro conducted himself in an
excellent manner to support Billy and his slave handling abilities,
they grew quite fond of him. Nick and Billy invited him to stay with
them Sunday evening as well. Billy, Nick, and Boomer took him to the
barber shop into the slave handling area beyond. It was Jethro’s idea.
He wanted a private and secure place to talk with them, and he felt
comfortable there. Billy told him to sit down and tell them what was on
his mind.
“You were right
about ingesting more enzymes from you in your demon-dad state, Captain
Nick,” Jethro said, “I thought my body was slowly changing yesterday,
but today I’m sure of it. Last night’s session made a great change in
me and gave me the courage to confront Master Oatie. It also has given
me the courage I need to make a major decision. I have you and the
Kagoli to thank for the added strength to make a solid commitment,
Captain Nick. With your permission and blessing, Master Billy, I know
what I want and what I must do,” Jethro said.
“You have our
undivided attention, Jethro,” Billy said quietly.
“Captain Nick
helped me understand, he had no choice but to become your slave when
you saved his life, Master Billy. My situation with Master Oatie was
about the same for me, but I lost sight of my pledge and commitment to
him because of my self-doubts and insecurities. The more I become
changed, the more I understand what he needs, and how I can get what I
need by being his slave. I’m ready to begin my transition to become the
slave Master Oatie needs, sir,” Jethro said firmly.
“Wow!” Billy
exclaimed quietly, “That is a big decision. I won’t press you for more
if you’re certain. We been monitoring you closely and watched a great
change come over you in the last couple of days. You’ve become a
pleasure to have around, Jethro. I can sense you know you’re sure it’s
what you want, and we stand ready to help you any way we can. You think
you’re ready to talk modifications?” Billy asked.
“I don’t want to
wait -- for a couple of reasons. I don’t want time to think about it. I
just want it done and get it over with. You said you would work with
me. I want to be altered as soon as possible to live with the changes
next week, to become accustomed to them, and feel comfortable when
folks see me naked with my new appearance,” Jethro explained.
“Sounds
reasonable to me -- you, Pa?” Billy asked Nick.
“I agree, but I
got me a feel’n when you get through with him, he’ll look so good, my
inner demon might have an uncontrollable urge to sit on his face,” Nick
said and grinned.
“As long as you
like, Captain Nick,” Jethro replied with equal enthusiasm.
Billy and Nick
shared a laugh. “For a minute there, I thought he was gonna’ sit up and
beg like a dog for a bone,” Billy said and laughed again.
“I sure will,
if’n ya’ont me to, sir,” Jethro offered. They laughed at him again.
“You might
wanna’ consider postpone’n turning him over to his master until Easter
weekend, Kemosabe,” Nick said and grinned wickedly.
“Not a
bad idea, Tonto. I need several conference sessions with Oatie anyway
and don’t know if I’ll have the time this week,” Billy said and winked
at Nick. The men shared a laugh. “Holler at our brothers, Pa. We’re
gonna’ need us some extra backup power for this job,” Billy said and
Nick contacted Clyde and Balthazar to join them in the slave processing
room.
The two cowboy
angels appeared in a great flash fully fledged, completely naked,
except for their boots, and wearing their heavy leather harnesses.
Billy grinned and nodded to them. He knew Nick sent them a mental
message, told them what was up, and how to appear. Jethro wasn’t used
to angels appearing so suddenly and was a bit taken aback. “Holy shit!”
he exclaimed, “Sorry, Master Billy, Captain Nick, they just sort of
startled me,” he apologize, and added, “Damnation, they be good looking
men -- angels -- whatever,” he said and grinned.
“What we got
here, Master Billy? We gonna’ repair and build us a new brother this
evening?” Clyde asked walking up to Jethro to put him at ease by
placing his hand on the big cowboy’s shoulder, gently squeezing it, and
smiling at him.
“I think so,
Gentlemen. Our new slave has sort of grow’d on us this past week. Ain’t
no secret we done fell in love with him, and we need to fix him up for
a new chapter in his life he’s gonna’ start living after next week as
Doc Oatie’s slave-dad and protector,” Billy explained.
“Well, he’s
certainly got the body and the basic raw material to work with,”
Balthazar said walking up behind Clyde, put his hands on his brother’s
shoulder, and looked at Jethro. “He’s gonna’ need major repairs on his
abdomen and them scars on his shoulder, neck, and face repaired. You
got him on file, Master?” Balthazar asked.
“Yeah, I caught
him the other e’nin when he joined me and ma’ pa in rousing game of
leap-frog,” Billy replied and grinned.
“May I examine
your piercings, sir?”Jethro asked Clyde.
“Help yore’self,
Son. I just got mine last week when Master Billy ringed his new slave,
Orville. I knew about Balthazar, but he was ringed by his previous
owner. I never thought Master Billy would ring a slave, but I was
wrong. It really bothered me. I got so hot when I watched him ring
Orville, I got to think’n, ‘I’m his slave, why can’t I be ringed, too?’
So, I dropped to my knees, paid homage to his boots, and humbly begged
him to ring me. I’m happy to say he granted my request, and I’m proud
to wear his mark. They take a little get’n used to. I kept a solid
erection for several days, but I’m better now,” Clyde said taking his
large penis in his hand and holding it for Jethro to examine.
“The ring
through Orville’s penis is permanently wielded. You and Mr. Balthazar’s
got two small balls on yours. Can you remove them?” Jethro asked.
“He can’t, but I
can,” Billy interjected. He walked up to Clyde, took hold of the head
of his penis with one hand, unscrewed the threaded ball with his other,
and gently removed the ring. Clyde’s big cock immediately sprang to
attention. “My slaves understand, when I ring them, they are never to
remove it without my permission,” Billy said firmly, as he gently
returned Clyde’s ring to his cock and replaced the stainless metal
ball-stop.
Jethro’s large
cock was standing tall and hard as a rock. “God, help me,” he said
softly and lost all color in his face.
Billy grabbed
him by his arm and held him. “You okay, Bubba Bear?” he asked.
“I’m fine,
Master Billy, I just got a rush. It takes so much blood to fill my cock
it cheats my brain when it happens so fast. I’s so jealous of them two
men I could bite clean through a sixteen common nail. I got
light-headed for a minute,” Jethro said.
“Is it what you
want, Son?” Billy asked.
“More’n
anything, sir. I want to become Master Oatie’s slave and wear them
rings to show the world I belong to him,” Jethro said.
“What other
changes or attributes do you want, slave?” Billy asked.
“I never liked
my hair. I want to be hairless like Orville, but your littlest buckaroo
told me he wanted me to have facial hair. He went to a lot of trouble
to print out a pitcher of a character from one of his games he plays on
his computer called ‘Team Fortress 2' of a big bad-ass bald guy with
the shadow of a dark beard and mustache. He left it in the top drawer
of the cabinet over there for me. He said if I told you he wanted me to
look like that man, you’d do it for him,” Jethro said.
Billy retrieved
the picture and laughed. “You look enough like this character to be his
big brother, slave. I can understand why Randy wants you to look like
him. He’s hot. I gotta’ have me a talk with our cowboy,” Billy said and
laughed, “I can do that for you. Anything, else?” Billy asked.
“You men got
foreskins. I was robbed of mine when I’s a baby. Can you put it back,
sir?” Jethro asked like he was almost afraid it couldn’t be done.
“No problem. You
want a foreskin, Buckaroo, you’ll get one. No cowboy should have to go
through life without a foreskin. H’it’s just plumb barbaric,” Billy
declared, “Put yourself in our hands, Bubba Bear, and when we get
through, we’ll let you take a gander at yore’self in the tall mirror
over there. If you want an adjustment, we’ll work with you, but I
promise you one damn thing, when you walk out of here you’ll be a happy
camper -- er, slave!” Billy exclaimed, corrected himself, and laughed.
Jethro dropped
to his knees before Billy and bowed his head, “Permission to pay homage
to you, Master Billy?” he asked.
“Permission
granted, my handsome slave,” Billy replied.
Jethro lavished
his love on Billy’s buckaroo boots until Billy pulled him up into his
arms. “Show your master how much you love him, slave?” Billy said
quietly. Jethro put his all into it, and the the men of Billy’s posse
popped boners watching the display of unbridled passion between a
devoted slave and his master. They finally broke it off and Billy
spoke, “Help me wiff’ ma’ boots and clothes, slave. I need to wing-up
and get you processed. Clyde, be an angel and help ma’ pa off with his
clothes,” Billy said.
Nick took Billy
into the other room for a minute, “You planning on the ‘full-monty’
enhancement for Jethro, Kemosabe?” he asked.
“Don’t see why
not, Tonto, it would only increase his ability to protect and amplify
his master’s enhancements. I come to look on Jethro and Doc Oatie as a
reverse Batman and Robin team. Oatie is Robin and in charge, but Jethro
is the strong, imposing, silent brute, the heart and brawn of the
dynamic duo, who will keep his young master’s brilliant mind well-tuned
and his sexual-psyche freshly fucked to present his best efforts to
fight the horrors of the corporate stronghold of Gotham City. We got
the rest of the week to work with the Dark Knight as we recreate him in
our image and bring him up to speed. Besides, it’s become sort of a
ritual with us. We do the full-monty on those what we come to love. Any
doubts in your mind?” Billy asked.
“None
whatsoever. I was kinda hope’n you might. You know me well enough to
know I don’t speak up for many, but in Jethro’s case, I would argue for
you to consider him. Life ain’t been real good to him, and he’s like a
forgotten rose bush in a dark corner of the garden waiting for a little
light to come his way to make him bloom. You will provide the light he
so desperately needs and his brothers will tend, cultivate, and
encourage him to grow,” Nick replied.
“Jesus, Pa,
sometimes the words what come out chore’ mouth shake me to my core. I’m
more convinced than ever our coming together weren’t no chance thing,”
Billy said, “I’s just lucky I guess, standing on the right corner when
the love-bus come along,” he added.
“So say you?”
Nick asked.
“So say I, Pa,”
Billy replied.
Nick took Billy
into his arms, and they engaged in a passionate kiss; a kiss which
Billy’s slave and two angels in the other room could only watch and be
amazed by its power. Nick and Billy were surrounded by a brilliant
light which emanated from them in their moment of shared intimacy. It
could only be described as the love which surpasses all understanding
and binds two hearts as one; the greatest power in the universe.
The men worked
on Jethro for a couple of hours or more until they got everything just
right. They gave him a full set of perfect teeth. They corrected all
old wounds and battle scars, beefed him up another sixty pounds of
solid muscle, gave him a handsome foreskin which covered the head of
his penis almost to the fresh Prince Albert piercing Billy gave him,
They rendered him hairless, added a heavy dark black beard and
mustache, darkened his pubic areas so the slave would look more natural
without hair and did the same with his facial area where his new
stubble of jet black hair was beginning to grow. Lastly, they gave him
a butt what looked like two bowling balls in a Powder Milk Biscuit
flour sack. Billy wondered for a minute, then asked his angel
assistants why they were suddenly rendered mute? Nick irreverently
explained, they couldn’t speak because their tongues were too hard from
the sight of Jethro’s butt. Fortunately, the condition didn’t seem to
keep them from laughing. The cowboy-angels
stood around with raging male pheromones pumping through their systems
while working to create a flawlessly handsome, hyper-masculine cowboy.
Four hard angelic cocks dripped pre-sexual lubricating fluids onto
their boots and the deck beneath them. Billy took a deep breath and let
it out with a sigh. “Gotta’ give it to my littlest buckaroo buddy,
Bubba Bear,” he alliterated, leaning over Jethro to steal a kiss, “The
kid’s got good taste in how he wants his slaves to look,” Billy said
and his angels agreed with him. “Now, it’s time for you to look and
judge for yourself, Brother,” Billy said helping Jethro sit up. Billy
told him to wait for a minute until his head cleared. Billy took one arm
and Nick took the other to help Jethro down from the processing table.
Once again, Billy held his boots for his slave to put his feet into.
Arm in arm, they slowly walked him over to the tall full-length antique
mirror in its own free-standing ornate wooden frame and left him
standing to take a good long look at his new persona. What Jethro saw
looking back was a new image -- the slave of his dreams. Master Billy
and his angel posse took a lump of cowboy flesh, repaired his
imperfections, made a few adjustments, and shaped him into something
unique in the universe.
Jethro stood and
looked in awe at the darker tones of his flesh as if he had a permanent
tan from working outdoors year-round. His pubic area seemed to vanish
into an even darker area so it was not so prominent to offend anyone’s
moral sensibilities even when they first glanced upon him. Jethro’s new
covering, his foreskin, encompassed most of the fine, large head of his
penis and gave the slave a bonus mental relief he never considered.
Jethro didn’t feel naked without his clothes anymore. Even with his new
jewelry, Jethro looked and felt more natural naked than he ever did
before. He felt absolutely no shame at being naked before anyone. The
cowboy looking back at him in the mirror was the image of the slave he
wanted to become.
“Did we get a
good scald on you, Buckaroo? Can my posse cook or what?” Billy asked.
“There ain’t a
thing I could imagine improving, Master Billy,” Jethro said as his eyes
began to tear up, “How can I ever thank you, sir?” he asked.
“You might start
by paying homage to your master, slave,” Billy said softly and smiled.
Jethro fell to
his knees and went through the slave ritual with Billy. They finished
with another ball busting kiss which got the rest of Billy’s posse
sexually aroused again.
“Shit!”
exclaimed Nick, “If’n your master don’t make you his slave, he ain’t
the man we hope he is,” he allowed.
“Hosanna!” Clyde
said.
“Hosanna in the
highest!” the other cowboy angels replied.
“Does the
full-monty slave package include a set of wings, Master?” Jethro asked
shyly.
“It does,
indeed, slave. Master Oatie is gonna’ need his’self a strong and
dedicated protector, and you’s just the cowboy-angel what can provide
the service for him. Along with your brothers, Catfish and Mouse,
Master Oatie should be a well protected member of our family,” Billy
said.
“You know I’ll
do my best for him, sir,” Jethro said.
“I know, Son,
you just been born to a new life this e’nin. You’re taking the first
steps to a full, rich, and wonderful life,” Billy said, “Oh, yes, and
did I mention you’ll be able to morph into your demon dad persona
before I release you to your master next weekend,” Billy added and
grinned.
“No shit, sir? I
hope Captain Nick weren’t kidding about sit’n on ma’ face,” Jethro said
with a grin.
“I’m count’n on
it, slave. I plan to use that long, fat, muscular tongue of yores like
an old time piano stool and spin on it 'til I hit bottom,” Nick said
and laughed. Nick had everyone laughing at his cowboy hyperbole.
Billy got
himself together and lashed out at his chosen partner, “Jesus, Tonto!
You can really come up with some of the most god-awful, off-the-wall,
graphically descriptive, cutting edge cowboy bullshit I ever heard,” he
chastised his pa, “It’s like you done took an advanced degree in
cowboy-lingo,” he added.
“It comes easy
when you got the best teacher, Kemosabe," Nick said pointing a finger
at Billy, “Besides, h’it didn’t seem to do Jethro no harm. Look at his
cock!” Nick exclaimed pointing to the slave’s penis standing at full
salute.
The cowboys fell
out laughing at Billy and Nick’s exchange.
“Meaning no
disrespect, Master Billy. I gotta’ agree with yore pa on that one.
Thank you, Captain Nick, I would consider it an honor and a pleasure,
sir, and while I’m at it, thank all you gentlemen for your help,”
Jethro said humbly.
“It was our
pleasure, Brother,” Balthazar assured him and Clyde agreed.
Billy didn’t
seem to be in any hurry to break up the posse, and they spent more time
together. Finally, they decided it was time to put on their clothes and
head to the main house for supper. Jethro didn’t even ask. He knew he
was to remain naked until he got to the house. He was proud of what he
had become. A number of the men were standing outside in the warm
afternoon air, and the fledged ladies were with them allowing their
wings to breathe and dry as Billy and his posse approached from the
barn. Jethro was walking tall and proud between Billy and Nick taking
large, certain strides like any cowboy worth the name. He was not the
least shy about himself or his nakedness. All eyes were on him. Tron
let out a long, slow whistle which could best be described as dirty,
licentious, and lecherous. Take your pick or choose all three, you
wouldn’t be wrong with either or all. “What hath god wrought?” he asked
in quiet awe just loud enough for everyone to hear.
“No god saw to
this slave’s needs, but a posse of angels looking out for their cowboy
brother surely did. They created a masterpiece, no pun intended. A
wonderful, profoundly handsome beastie of striking beauty, strength,
and unquestioned certainty, who any master in his right mind would be
proud to own and have walk by his side,” Kate replied, “Jethro, to sum
up your new look in one word, Dear, you look fantastic!” she exclaimed.
“Couldn’t have
put it better myself,” Zelma said and Abigale McMartin agreed with her
mother-in-law.
“Thank you,
Mistress Kate, ma’am, and ladies. Would it be out of line for a slave
to say he’s proud of what his master done for him?” Jethro asked.
“Not at all,
Son,” Kate replied, “If Master Oatie should have any doubts about you
after seeing you next weekend, tell him you’re sorry, but for him not
to worry, there is another family who will offer you a home with open
arms,” she added knowing full well Jethro would not be rejected by his
master.
“You’re most
kind, Mistress Kate,” Jethro said.
“Not at all.
Just telling the truth, Son,” Kate said firmly.
“Amen to that,”
Nathan backed his mother.
They went inside
where several of the slaves from the bunkhouse were getting supper
together. Kate, Zelma, and Abigale were still convalescing from their
transformation but gaining strength by the minute. Kate got Jethro’s
robe from the hall closet for him to wear for supper and helped him put
it on. “How soon will you fledge, Jethro?” she asked quietly.
“I ain’t real
sure, Mistress Kate, but Master Billy done told me he gimme’ the
super-deluxe, full-monty, protector package, ma’am,” Jethro replied.
Billy overheard
and spoke up, “He probably won’t fledge until tomorrow e’nin, Grandma,”
he said, “But he’ll be staying with us for the week anyway -- and --
due to unforeseen circumstances which I’m sure will arise, I may not be
ready to release him to his master until the following weekend. I
think, with it being Easter weekend and all, it should stand for the
new Jethro and Oatie’s coming together as a rebirth of their
relationship as master and slave. It will also make it easier to
remember their anniversary that way,” he added. Nick grinned wickedly,
nodding his head up and down like a bobble-headed hula-doll on the
dashboard of a Chevy low-rider.
“You and your
conspiratorial cohort in deception ain’t fool’n us folks for a minute,
Nephew,” Nathan said, “You and Nick got chore’ heads together and
decided you wanna’ keep Jethro for another week to play with like a new
toy,” Everyone laughed at Nathan as he nailed Billy to the barn door,
“However, if anyone deserves a pair of wings, it’s you, Jethro, for
putting up with them cowboy’s nonsense,” Nathan said building up the
big slave’s self-confidence.
“Thanks, Master
Daniels, but Master Billy and Captain Nick have only been good to me,
and it’s an honor and a privilege to be included in their immediate
family, sir,” Jethro said.
Everyone seemed
to join in the spirit of encouraging the fine looking man who could use
a good word to bolster his lackluster ego. His physical restorations
and transformation were doing wonders for the big cowboy slave. Billy
took his posse along with his immediate family to the line cabin for
part of the evening. Clyde and Balthazar seemed to enjoy any time they
could spend with their master and be included as a part of his inner
circle. They enjoyed some herb laced coffee and were well on their way
to bonding before returning to their bedroom in the big house. Clyde
and Balthazar shared a secluded room on the third floor of the great
house away from everyone. They could do whatever they pleased without
being overheard by the rest of the household. The herbs had the same
aphrodisiac effect on them it did on everyone, and they were not quiet
lovers. Billy, Nick, and Jethro had an abbreviated session, but when
everyone was satisfied and content, they decided to call it an early
night to get some rest. The following week promised to be full and
Billy wanted to be at his best.
* * * * * * *
Billy’s Psyches,
Archie and Edith, were kept busy working with their master’s main staff
of Dociean, Dorcas, Roz, Hank, Buck, Moss, Enoch, Clyde, Balthazar, and
Cowboy Andy; however, when they learned the Sun Bears were going to be
staying on Nick’s ship to keep Madame Spartza company and help the
small group of six Highland Cattle, whom Buck and Hank secretly
arranged
to morph into their humanoid analogues, the Psyches asked if they could
stay in the castle on Captain Nick’s ship for a while to assist in the
plans for the development of the Highland Shire. Billy kept referring
to the six small humanoids as ‘Les Six’ as a metaphorical homage to a
group of six French avant-garde musicians/composers from the turn of
the twentieth century. He was secretly hoping their inventiveness would
somehow span the gap of time to bring a spirit of fresh ideas and
genius Billy wanted for the Highland Shire Project as channeled through
his diminutive six planners.
According to
feedback, they were morphed, housed, settled, and shown the area where
they could start work by Friday evening. They were provided with
computers and any materials they deemed necessary to plan their
designs. Billy gave his money-men, Buck and Hank, an open account to
buy anything they needed. When asked if ‘Les Six’ wanted to view the
other Irin planner’s product, they unanimously declined. Their
spokesman explained they didn’t want their imaginations or ideas
contaminated by garbage. Billy and his staff laughed when Hank told
them what the halfling said and agreed, there was nothing in their work
worth salvaging.
Les Six proved
to be expert organizers as well as planners, and by the end of the
first day, assigned a task to anyone who wanted to be a part of their
project. Several of the village people from the town volunteered their
help. They were interviewed and according to their skill-set given an
appropriate job. Without asking many questions everyone coming on board
the project assumed the huge naked cowboy slave was one of Master
Billy’s staff along with Buck and Hank. Billy watched it happen and
began to wonder if Jethro might have some innate managerial talents,
which before were woefully untapped. The big cowboy set right in
making arrangements for rooms in the castle and settling small
conflicts which came up. He soon became the go-to man on the project
and was never rude or impatient with anyone. Nick looked at Billy with
a blank look on his face like he was stunned by Jethro’s take charge
attitude. Billy smiled back and shook his head like he was just as
amazed.
By Monday
morning they were well on their way to creating a prototype for the new
city. One great advantage was, they had the two great Shedus under one
roof and could draw on their expertise at any time. Having a naked
human on call as a messenger for Madame Spartza was another big plus
for Jethro, and she made it no secret she was as taken with the big
naked cowboy as anyone else; however, separate input became cumbersome,
so Madame Spartza and Beauford came to an agreement to forgo centuries
of Shedu protocol and formally communicate mentally with each other,
but only matters directly concerning the project. Secretly, they both
saw it as an opportunity to move the painfully slow, elaborate
courtship rituals along a bit more quickly and certainly more smoothly.
To work together, if only mind-to-mind, and be able to communicate even
formally with each other would be a great step forward toward beginning
the Shedu courtship rituals. Those rituals could go on for months,
until the lady Shedu felt secure and comfortable enough to allow even
the smallest intimacy with the great bull. Billy and Nick were told the
actual sexual experience of two Shedus was known to shift the magnetic
poles of a planet. Billy was hoping the rumor was intergalactic
hyperbole. Hank reminded him, cowboys will be cowboys on any world.
Hank and Buck
were present at supper when Billy declared he probably would keep
Jethro for another week. They didn’t know if he was serious, but the
idea came to them it might be an opportunity to buy their planning team
more time to come up with something really exciting to present to their
master. Naturally, Hank and Buck wanted their team to succeed because
they recommended them. More time meant more could be accomplished to
produce a plan which would be pleasing and acceptable to their master.
“We can’t speak
for the rest of your family, Master Billy, but we certainly can
understand why you and Captain Nick might want to keep Jethro around
for another week. If we could have one more week for our new crew to
get better organized and have more time to plan your project, we feel
it might payoff in the long run. We urge you to consider making Easter
Sunday the deadline when the family will be here to enjoy the results.
Of course, if you decide to extend their time, you most certainly will
need your right-hand slave to help with details and act as a
go-between, a small argument arbitrator, or backup memory for you. To
be honest, he’s taking to the project like a seasoned buckaroo to a new
outfit,” Hank said and grinned.
“Me and ma’ pa
couldn’t agree more, Cowboy. I ain’t got no problem extending the time
to Easter Sunday. It works for me, and you’re right, Hank, it would be
a perfect excuse to keep Jethro for another week. I’ll just impress on
Oatie how valuable he’s become to me helping organize this project and
getting it underway. It won’t be no lie, neither. As a matter of fact,
if things work out like I think they might, and since Jethro’s already
done show’d signs of taking the bull by the horns, I just might let him
run with it, and make him one of our project managers along with you
men. He would work with you as one of my staff to get the Highland
Shire Project under way. I think it would be a good way for Jethro to
gain some management experience, assert himself, and give him a better
sense of his own self-worth. He needs to accomplish something outside
of just being Oatie’s slave-dad. Even after I release him to his
master, he could transport back over here in the mornings and work with
us on a daily basis until the project is finished. He needs something
to do and not just follow Oatie around like a sad-eyed puppy dog,”
Billy allowed.
“We couldn’t
agree more, Master Billy,” Buck said.
“Will elevating
Jethro to a managerial position mean he git’s to wear clothes to work,
sir?” Hank asked with a concerned look on his face.
“Oh, Hell, no!”
Billy exclaimed, “And miss seeing that hunk in the wherewithal ever’
day? Ain’t no fuck’n way! Shame on you, Hank! You should know me
better’n 'nat, Cowboy,” Billy said and the four men broke up laughing.
Nick laughed the hardest.
“What a relief!"
Buck exclaimed, “Our old hearts almost stopped, think’n we might never
git to see Jethro in the raw no more,” Buck said and they laughed again.
“You dirty old
men!” Billy accused them and everyone laughed.
“We ain’t got
much room to talk, Kemosabe,” Nick accused, “Jethro’s been our sandwich
spread for our late night snack several nights,” he added.
“Yore’ right,
Pa. It makes me sad to imagine Jethro wear’n clothes. The thought alone
makes me want to bite my knuckles and cry. Besides, Hank and Buck know
full-well it’s one of the main reasons I took them on for my slaves. I
do so love me some dirty minded mature cowpokes,” Billy declared and
they all laughed, “Makes life a bit sweeter,” he added.
* * * * * * *
Monday was a
full day. After another evening with Jethro, Billy and Nick were up
early, refreshed and ready to go. After breakfast at the ranch house,
Billy and his posse transported to Nick’s ship to see how things were
going. They were pleasantly surprised to find their planning crew got
an early start, partook their morning meal, and were already working
laying plans for groundwork. Billy and Nick had other things to attend
to and left Jethro with Hank and Buck. Billy told Jethro he trusted him
to take care of minor problems, but if there was an emergency decision
to be made, if it couldn’t be postponed until he could take it up with
his staff, he was to have Hank or Buck contact him.
Billy and Nick
took care of the failed team of planners. Billy didn’t make them morph
back into cattle, but they were taken to the new bunkhouses and
assigned jobs. He initiated a talk with Thor and Zeus and told them he
did not condone politics or favoritism within the herd. The insidious
cancer of internal politics, racism, favoritism, and jockying for
positions would cease immediately. He stressed he didn’t care what
individuals were responsible, he would not tolerate social
infrastructures, pecking orders, or any attempts to manipulate him or
his mission. When he asked for people for a certain task, he wanted
everyone in that job description considered regardless of size, race,
or color, and his staff would make the final decisions. Billy warned
them, he wanted it made clear each one volunteered to come to Earth to
be his slaves and do his bidding, not theirs. If anyone disagreed with
his policy he would consider their petition to be returned to their
home world.
The lead bulls
agreed and apologized, but in their defense, they insisted they knew
nothing about any power struggles. They approved those their trusted
associates recommended. Billy assured them he
knew of their loyalty and didn’t hold them responsible; however, he
urged them to get to know their people better on a more personal basis.
They said they would see to his wishes, and assured him it wouldn’t
happen again. They knew Billy was well within his rights to send the
offending slaves back to Retikki Prime as rejects where they would be
disgraced and ignored. They would find themselves relegated to the
bottom of society as failures, and would have a difficult time
regaining a semblance of their former status. Billy refused that
option. He believed in giving people a second chance, but he made damn
sure Zeus and Thor understood and passed his displeasure on to the
herd. He also warned them not to try his patience or take his goodness
for granted. Since the ‘Master Billy’s Family Show’ went universal, the
top people in government on Retikki Prime and Fort Adam Lear were
swamped with applications from volunteers to come to Earth and become
Master Billy’s slaves. He made it quite clear he would neither
entertain incompetence nor would he put up with internal politics
within his greater family.
* * * * * * *
Tuesday morning,
Billy and his family got ready to attend Brad Kirkendall’s funeral. The
Daniels family included Nathan, Kate, Zelma, Nick, and Billy. Billy
decided they weren’t going to be gone for more than a couple of hours
and he would leave Boomer with Hank, Buck, and the twins. Abigale chose
to stay at the ranch and help get lunch ready. The Garrett family,
Tron, Moss, and Enoch rode into town with them. They arranged to meet
in the parking lot of the large brick church at eight thirty with
Buster Tate, the sheriff, and their new family member Everett. Elmer
and Oatie Breedlove were there waiting for them when they arrived. They
got there early so Vox could take his place at the organ. He was
already inside playing softly while the people gathered. There was only
a handful of people other than Bubba and Earl. The Daniels family was
the largest contingency to arrive. Earl looked over his shoulder as the
group entered the back of the church, and he nudged Bubba to turn and
look. Bubba was pleasantly surprised to see Billy Daniels and his
family. They were the last people he expected to come to his uncle’s
funeral to pay their respects after what he and Earl did to trespass on
their land.
Clarence Womack’s eyes almost popped out of his head. He certainly
wasn’t expecting them, but what luck for him.
He had the Daniel’s family as a captive audience for a while, and he
didn’t plan to squander his chance to drop a couple of stink bombs in
their collective laps. Womack heard rumors of the sheriff’s dad, Buster
Tate, the church organist,Vox Humana, and one of the most important
ranchers in the hill country, Elmer Breedlove, being restored to
perfect health, but he was unprepared for just how much younger and
stronger they looked. He was sure he was looking at more than a
miracle. He was looking at a local phenomenon; perhaps, even the work
of the devil. He told himself he had to be careful and not tip his hand
he suspected anything. Unfortunately, for Womack, he was about as
subtle as a train wreck. He loved nothing better than to stir up shit
within the community and stand aside to watch everyone react, squirm,
and try to make excuses for the smell. Bubba caught the look on
Womack’s face. He looked like a turkey vulture siting on a high-wire
what just saw an injured animal drop in his tracks, was about to spread
his wings, swoop down, and take himself a big bite out of their butts.
Bubba got a sinking feeling in his gut and turned to Earl, “I got me a
feel’n this ain’t gonna’ turn out good, Brother,” Bubba whispered.
“I saw that
look, too, Bubba. If Womack had a chainsaw in his hand, I’d swear we’s
about to watch a rerun of the Texas Massacre. Lord hep’ them folks,”
Earl lamented, “You know, Bubba, Billy Daniels, and the sheriff ain’t
been bad to us. I hate to see that two-bit little huckster use your
uncle’s funeral as a means to embarrass them good folks. They don’t
deserve what I just know is about to happen,” he added.
“You’re right,
Earl, but what could I do when he insisted on officiate’n for Uncle
Brad’s funeral? Remember, he talked you and me into joining his church.
I never thought in my wildest dreams them folks would care a whit about
me or Uncle Brad, much less come to his funeral. I’m beginning to think
we done got us a mill-stone dropped around our necks with that
crazy-ass preacher,” he whispered.
A couple of
other people, neighbors in the area, came and sat down behind Bubba and
Earl. It was nine o’clock and time to start the service. Womack got up
and strolled to the pulpit. He stood behind it, placing both hands on
either side of the lectern, and looked coldly out at the gathered
people acting like he was looking into their souls. A small sneer
crossed his lips as he gazed out at the Daniels family. He waited for a
good while like he was making a dramatic statement about the power and
strength of his presence which must be recognized as the voice of
divine authority on Earth and especially this small backward community.
“We have
gathered here today to say goodbye and pay our final respects to our
neighbor, friend, and relative, Bradly Danvers Kirkendall. Brad was a
good man, but like all of us, he had his flaws. We are all born into
sin -- everyone of us -- and God has made it our task in this life to
rise above it. Through our belief in him and his son, our savior, Jesus
Christ, he has given us the opportunity to be forgiven for our
shortcomings; to be forgiven for our sins to join him and our Holy
Father in an everlasting kingdom beyond our short lives on this planet.
Amen!” Womack exclaimed for emphasis. “Brad was a believer and one day
those of us who are ‘true’ believers will join him in heaven to share
his love and friendship again,” he said, “Unfortunately, some of you
won’t,” Womack added, shaking his head and grimacing like he was in
great pain to make his announcement.
“Oh, Sweet
Jesus, here we go,” Tron said, and everyone around him looked to their
laps or put their hands over their mouths to keep from being seen
laughing.
Womack missed
neither their irreverence nor their laughing at him. His face grew red
with rage that this group of ignorant redneck West Texas cowboys would
have the audacity and blatant disrespect for his office and position as
the only true spiritual leader of their community to mock him. Womack
was furious. He was determined they would show him the respect he was
due.
“It has come to
my attention there are some unusual things going on in this community
which can only be accounted for by demonic possession. Since I am the
only true representative of our Holy Father and his son, Jesus Christ
our blessed redeemer, within this sinful town, it becomes my
responsibility to stand up before the forces of evil and say your kind
you are not welcome in our community!” he exclaimed loudly pointing his
finger at the Daniel’s family group, “You are not welcome among us!”
Womack’s words rose to a shout, and he banged his fist on the lectern
to emphasize his point. He let his words of accusation ring out into
the auditorium and dramatically paused to let his words sink in. There
was a stunned silence for a few minutes.
Slowly, the
biggest cowboy among the Daniel’s family clan stood. There was an even
greater hush came over the place as Elmer Breedlove stared Womack down.
“There is no one in this gathering who is more representative of evil,
the devil, or demonic forces than you, Womack. How dare you even
suggest such a thing about the Daniels family, which we all represent
as our chosen clan. We come to the funeral of our friend and neighbor.
We didn’t come to this church to hear no half-baked hell-fire-damnation
sermon from you. We come to pay our respects to a fallen comrade and
friend we grew up with, who we watched over the years become a good
man, a fine neighbor, and a friend we come to love and respect. You’s a
late comer to our town. You ain’t live'd here all your life. You never
even knew Brad Kirkendall. He was a better man than you will ever be.
You ain’t worthy to lick the cow flop off’n that cowboy’s boots.
Certainly Brad’s memory don’t deserve your brand of hate filled
religious bullshit. You don’t represent the god of our fathers, Womack.
You worship an evil god created in your likeness by your own limited
imagination; a great Frankenstein monster sewn together from gathered
bits and pieces of myth and superstition from ancient text which have
little or no relevance to modern life what you claim gives you a divine
right to interpret as holy words.
“Nothing could
be further from the truth. Neither are your accusations. Our world and
the good folks who live ordinary quiet lives doing their best to
survive, be good to one another, and live the best lives they can under
hard circumstances, grow tired and weary of the untempered insanity of
hard-line fundimentalist like you.There comes a
time when men of goodwill and compassion must stand up to decry
loudmouth radical bullies like you who make grandiose but false claims
about being God’s
representative here on Earth to befuddle, confuse, and pit neighbor
against neighbor, friend against friend, and family against families,
for their own thinly disguised self-serving purposes. Only a handful in
our community --
your devoted followers -- cain’t see through your politically motivated
facade as an inept, lazy, money hungry, angry little parasite who is an
unwelcome blot on our community. You have no idea what you’re dealing
with, but let my words be a warning to you -- you better put down your
flaming sword and reel in your holier-than-thou attitude or you just
might find yore’self being run out of our town, tarred and feathered,
sitting East on an ass going West. I’ll leave it up to Brad
Kirkendall’s only family left in this community. Bubba, do you want us
to leave, Son?” Elmer asked the big cowboy.
“Naw, sir, Mr.
Breedlove. You done said the words of comfort about ma’ uncle I come to
this church to hear. H’it t’weren’t my wish to have his funeral turned
into no uncivil war, sir. I’m grateful and honored you and the Daniels
family thought enough of Uncle Brad and me to come pay your respects.
Please sit down, Preacher, ‘afore you make things worse than you
already have. You done said enough,” Bubba said to Womack.
“But... but...?”
Womack sputtered.
“You heard what
the man said, sit down and shut up,” Elmer boomed out in the
auditorium.
Womack left the
pulpit in a huff, yelling at the top of his lungs he would have his
revenge for being so terribly mistreated. Billy Daniels and his family
had not heard the last of him, and he would one day soon send them back
to the hell from which they came. Those who were left in the church
were stunned. Kate was having none of it. She arose from her seat and
walked to the front of the church and stood just to the left of Bubba
and Earl. “Bubba, I’m sorry our presence brought such anger and
hostility to your uncle’s funeral, but I knew Brad and your parents all
my life. Your momma was one of my best friends in high school and Brad
took me to the junior prom. You lost your mom, dad, and your lovely
aunt early in life. You were left with your uncle to raise you. Under
the circumstances, I think Brad Kirkendall did a good job, and you
certainly belong in our community,” she began. Kate talked about
Bubba’s relatives, from his great grandparents through his parents and
told noble stories of their achievements and accomplishments. She told
a couple of funny stories about her and his mom and another funny story
about Brad and her. Bubba was crying one minute and laughing the next.
Finally, Kate hollered up to Vox in the organ pit, “Amazing Grace, Mr.
Humana, if you please,” she said.
Vox gave a
mighty introduction and Kate began to sing in a clear, pure contralto
voice, “Amazing grace, how sweet the sound, that save a wretch like
me,” she sang one verse by herself and the folks in the church were
reduced to tears. “Everyone!” she called when she finished the first
verse. Everyone stood and joined in with another rousing chorus of the
old Scottish hymn. It was a moving finish to Brad Kickendall’s service.
Bubba opened his arms to Kate, and she held him close while he cried.
“Thank you so much, Mrs. Daniels, I will never forget your kind words
for my family and uncle. I know Uncle Brad would be pleased,” he said.
“It just seemed
like the right thing to do, Bubba. You seen enough pain and suffered
enough in your young life. I hope you have an easier time and a better
life to come. If we can be of any help don’t hesitate to call on us,”
Kate said.
“Thanks, ma’am.
I certainly appreciate your offer,” Bubba replied.
The Methodist
preacher went to the graveside with the funeral party to say final
words over Brad Kirkendall. Everyone in the church traveled to the
cemetery to be with Bubba for the lowering of his uncle into the grave.
As they were leaving, each came by to shake his hand with some words of
sorrow, comfort, and hope for his future. Billy took Bubba’s hand,
shook it, then spoke softly, “Fuck it! Gimme’ a hug, Bubba!” as he
threw his arms around the big cowboy. Bubba broke into tears again and
apologized to Billy for trespassing on his land. “You heard my Grandma.
If you need help, come to me,” Billy said firmly. Bubba nodded his
understanding. Billy walked away talking with Earl.
Elmer Breedlove
and his grandson, Oatie, were the last in line. Oatie shook Bubba’s
hand and told him how sorry he was for his loss. “Thanks, Mr.
Breedlove. You always been one a my heroes. I secretly admired your
strength when you went through the trouble with your family. I went
through much the same thing when I come of age, but I never told
nobody. I told Uncle Brad, but he told me I’d grow out of it. I didn’t.
I never did. I remembered how strong you were and how you got through
it. It gave me hope it would get better and easier for me. It did get
better. Then you went on to become my all time greatest sports hero. I
can’t tell you how much your coming to my uncle’s funeral has meant to
me, sir,” Bubba said as tears ran down his face.
The last was
Elmer, the bull of the hill country. Everyone else walked away
including Earl and they were alone. “Your uncle and I grow’d up
together, Son. I loved him like a brother. We shared some wonderful
times together,” Elmer said.
“He always spoke
highly of you, Mr. Tate, and Mr. Daniels,” Bubba said.
“I couldn’t help
overhear what you told my grandson, Bubba. You and Earl been knock’n
boots?” he asked.
“Naw, sir. I
can’t tell you how many times I wanted to, but I just can’t bring
myself around to asking him. I’m afraid it would ruin our friendship
and he means a lot to me, even if he can be a bit crazy now and then.
We done shared women together, but we ain’t never done nothing with
each other. I don’t know if he’s like me and Oatie or not. We know’d
each other so long and been best buds, it don’t seem necessary to talk
about it,” Bubba replied.
“It’ll happen,
Son. We see the way he looks at you sometimes. Someday you’ll become
the daddy he ain’t never had and temper some of that wildness in him.
He needs your strength and direction. You’s the strong one between you,
Bubba. Earl git’s you men in trouble because you love him like he’s
your little brother and you just can’t say ‘no’ to him,” Elmer said.
“I won’t say I
ain’t dreamed about me and Earl, Mr. Breedlove,” Bubba said, “How did
Oatie keep from falling apart after his family kicked him out, sir?”
Bubba asked.
“Simple. I took
him in and became his daddy. I ain’t called the bull of the hill
country for no reason, Son. Ever’time he started feeling sorry for
his’self, I made him get in the shower, clean out his little cowboy
cunt, and I’d fuck him until he hollered ‘calf-rope,’” Elmer said with
a wicked grin. Ever’day after school when he come home it was his job
to take care of his bossman. I’d come in from the range, all hot and
sweaty, hornier than a bobcat in heat, he’d be on his knees in the barn
wait’n for me. He’d suck me until he got his prize of a big ol’ shot of
bull cream. If he planned to become some cowboy’s husband, I planned to
make damn sure he knew how to please him. When he git’s a little too
high and mighty, I still order him to clean his cunt or wait for me in
the barn. He knows never to say ‘no’ to his bossman,” Elmer said firmly
and winked at Bubba. They fell together laughing. “I don’t have to do
it much anymore. Oatie’s got his’self a big bad-ass slave what’s become
his daddy, and he takes care of him most of the time. Just as well. I
done asked Vox Humana to marry me last weekend, and we’s plan’n on a
June wedding at the Daniels’ ranch,” Elmer bellowed and laughed.
“I never knew.
Thanks for sharing with me, sir. It means a lot,” Bubba said.
* * * * * * *
The Daniels clan
followed the Ranch Van back to the ranch for lunch, and after lunch
they planned to go their way. Oatie wanted to know where Jethro was and
Billy told him he was on Nick’s ship supervising the planning project
for Billy’s new town and wouldn’t be available for him to visit until
the following weekend. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to release him to
you as we planned next weekend, Doc. He’s become far too valuable to me
right now. He just sort of took over, and I decided to let him run with
it. I’m sure you understand. He’s become my right hand man and problem
solver on this project, and it won’t be finished until Easter Sunday. I
thought Easter would be a good time for you to come together,” Billy
said
and laughed, “No pun intended, Doc,” he added and grinned.
Oatie was a
little disappointed but didn’t say much. Elmer was off talking with
Nathan, Tron, Moss, and Enoch. They were laughing their asses off and
Oatie saw they were watching him as they talked. “I take it Jethro has
been put through the Master Billy re-make machine,” Elmer said.
“Oh, yeah! We
don’t even know where to start,” Nathan said.
“That good?”
Elmer asked.
“Beyond your
wildest dreams, Bull. Jethro has captured the hearts of every human and
critter on this ranch. He’s been transformed into an icon of physical
strength and rugged masculine beauty. He’s made a few angels weep. He
gives the term ‘cowboy daddy’ new dimensions. Billy don’t want Oatie to
see him until next weekend. He’s working closely with him and Jethro is
responding better than anyone might have predicted. In fact, Billy’s
talking about offering Jethro a full time job as his personal assistant
after he releases him to Oatie. He could transport over here every day
to report for work after Oatie goes to his clinic. It would give him
something to do rather than follow Oatie around like a puppy dog. It
would give them time apart. It would build Jethro’s self-confidence and
self-esteem which would help him become the daddy Oatie wants and
needs,” Nathan explained.
“Then Billy done
give Jethro the full package?” Elmer asked.
“According to
Billy, he decided it would be wise for Oatie to have a fully fledged
protector to watch over him,” Tron said.
“I won’t gainsay
that,” Elmer said, “After today, who knows what the future might bring.
Wish’t I could get a peak at him,” Elmer said.
“Ain’t no
problem,” Enoch said, “Come to the slave processing room with us, and
we’ll transport you to the ship for a few minutes, you can take a
gander at your new improved son-in-law, and we’ll come right back,” he
allowed.
Billy and Nick knew where the cowboys were going as they laughed and
slapped each other on their backs while they headed to the back of the
barn. Billy and Nick managed to draw Oatie’s attention away from them
and got him interested in other things. Moss and Enoch transported to
the planning area many times in the last couple of days helping where
they could and being on call if they were needed. Billy announced the
Saturday after he visited he wouldn’t make a return visit to the ship
until they were finished. He wanted to see it completed and not watch
it go together. He felt he might be tempted to make suggestions which
would influence or curtail the planner’s inspiration. He wanted it to
be their work and theirs alone. If they wanted to accepted suggestions
from his attending crew, it would be up to them.
The cowboys
arrived in a great flash of light. Everyone was so used to someone
transporting to and from the ranch, they didn’t bother to look up from
their work anymore. Jethro was pouring over drawings a couple of the
halflings brought him. He was bending over a table and all you could
see was his perfect ass, his muscular back, legs and his buckaroo
boots. He stopped leaning over the table and straightened up. Elmer
gasped to see his bald head and then chuckled to himself. “Oatie will
love his bald head,” he said quietly.
“Brother
Jethro!” Enoch called to him. Jethro stood tall and turned to see who
was calling his name. Elmer and Vox almost fainted when they saw Jethro
standing fully ringed and buffed out to the max. The big cowboy had no
scars and was stunning to behold. “Come over here and meet your
father-in-law and his fiancée, Son,” Tron urged him.
“Sweet Jesus!
Would you look at him, Vox,” Elmer said like a little boy.
“We better make
sure we carry a roll of toilet paper with us when Billy shows him his
new slave,” Vox replied, and they shared a laugh.
“Two rolls,”
Elmer agreed.
Jethro came
strolling over with the confidence of John Wayne and fell to his
knees before Elmer. “Fuck the slave ritual. We got plenty time for that
nonsense later. Come to these hungry arms and give your father-in-law a
big, wet, sloppy buckaroo kiss, Son,” Elmer bellowed. Jethro rose and
threw his arms around Elmer and they inhaled each other’s love while
exchanging a big, wet sloppy cowboy kiss. Vox required the same of
Jethro and he gave the smaller man his equal measure of love.
“We don’t mean
to interrupt your work, Son. We just come back from a funeral and
stopped by the Daniels’ ranch for lunch. We got to get right back, but
me and my mate here, we done heard all the talk about you and wanted to
see for ourselves. They failed to warn us just how good you turned out.
I know you and I met several times before, but I don’t remember you
looking this good. Master Billy done you up right, Son. You look great.
You ready to become my grandson’s husband, slave?” Elmer asked.
“It’s my
greatest wish, Master Bull. Do you think my master will be pleased with
me, sir?” Jethro asked.
“Ain’t no doubt
in my mind; yours Vox?” Elmer asked his mate.
“No doubts here,
Daddy Bull,” Vox replied.
“If Master Oatie
gits tired of me look’n like this I can always morph and become his
demon dad like Master Billy and Captain Nick taught me,” Jethro said.
“Can you show
us, Son?” Elmer asked with enthusiasm.
“No problem, sir
-- stand back aways,” Jethro said and began to morph into a handsome
bald-headed Kagoli devil with horns, tail, rings through his nose,
tits, and the head of his super cock with black speed bumps spiraling
down to the base.
“Impressive,
Son. What man wouldn’t love to have a slave what could become such a
fantastic sexual creature? Oatie will love you as a big, bald cowboy
slave, but he will come to adore you in this form. What do you think,
darlin’?” Elmer asked Vox.
“Does Jethro
know I can morph to become my sister?” Vox asked.
“No, sir, nobody
ever said anything to me about it,” Jethro replied.
“Should we show
him, Daddy Bull?” Vox asked.
“If you like,
sweet-nums,” Elmer replied.
Vox undid his
cowboy belt buckle, dropped his Wranglers to his boot tops, took off
his shirt, handed it to his husband, and began to morph into Roxanne.
While still in his demon form, Jethro watched in awe as Vox’s body
changed. Jethro fell to his knees and began to shed demon tears at the
beauty of Rox’s small cunt. “Now I understand. It’s perfect. You’re a
perfect match, Master Bull. What cowboy wouldn’t want to marry a
partner what has it all?” Jethro asked like an amen to a prayer.
“Would you like
a taste, Son?” Elmer asked.
“If you please,
ma’am,” Jethro looked Rox in the eye.
“Of course, but
be gentle,” she replied.
Roxanne was
unprepared for Jethro’s long black snake-like studded tongue with black
bumps like his cock. He easily inserted it into Rox’s small cunt and
began a gentle screwing motion. Rox sucked in a deep breath and pressed
back against her bull as he surrounded her with his huge arms and
kissed her gently behind her ear. “How does it feel, sweetheart?” he
asked softly.
“Unbelievable. I
can’t hold on for long, Jethro!” she said, arching her back. Elmer held
her tight while she climaxed. Jethro lapped it up and swallowed her as
his prize. The cowboys standing around never saw Vox morph or saw a
cowboy change into a sexual demon before. What they witness left them
hot and frustrated beyond their sexual norms.
“Thank you,
Mistress Rox, it was a pleasure serving you,” Jethro said as he morphed
back into his cowboy slave form.
“Would you like
for your bull to learn to morph into a demon for you, Darlin’?” Elmer
asked as Vox morphed back to his male persona.
“It’s up to you,
Daddy Bull. I got all I need in you, but if you find it an entertaining
novelty, I wouldn’t say ‘no.’” Vox replied.
“Do you think I
could learn to morph like that, Son?” Elmer asked.
“Probably, sir,
but you gotta' kiss the devil’s ass to be able to do it,” Jethro said
and smiled.
“You mean kiss
Nick Samuel’s butt?” Elmer asked.
“Yes, sir. It
ain’t to subjugate yourself to him or a put down. He carries the
enzymes from a race of gentle demons called the Kagoli in his lower
track. When he morphs to their shape the enzymes infect a humanoid
person like they done me and Master Billy and cause their DNA to become
attached to our DNA. We carry their DNA within us allowing me and
Captain Nick to morph back and forth. I made love to Captain Nick’s ass
for several nights until Master Billy and his angels enhanced and
remodeled me. After
each time, it becomes easier to morph into a Kagoli demon. I rather
like becoming a demon. They come twice as much and for a longer period
of time,” Jethro explained.
“I’ll have to
think on that one; although, I gotta’ admit, it might be worth it,”
Elmer declared. “Son, forgive us for rushing off, but we need to have
lunch and get back to our ranch. We’ve taken you away from your job
long enough. Here, gimme’ one more sloppy kiss and us buckaroos will
return and leave you be,” Elmer said.
They exchanged
another kiss, and Vox gave Jethro a hug and a kiss on his cheek. In a
great flash of light they disappeared. Jethro turned to see his
co-workers standing with strange looks on their faces. One started
applauding until the the rest picked it up, and they gave him an
ovation. Jethro bowed and thanked his new friends. He blushed a deep
red color; almost as red as his demon skin. The head of Les Six stood
on a stool and spoke. “How many of you want to work with Jethro in his
demon form?” he asked and every hand shot up around the room, “Okay,
starting tomorrow, Wednesdays and Fridays will be ‘demon’ day. You are
to report for work in your demon form those days, Jethro,” the leader
said and everyone cheered to support his decision.
“It will be my
pleasure, sir. Becoming a part of your team means more to me than I can
express, but working with you in my Kagoli form will be a real treat.
It won’t be like work,” Jethro said and they all cheered again.
* * * * * * *
The cowboys
returned from the back of the barn laughing and having a good time just
as Kate walked out to the porch to ring the triangle for lunch.
Everyone headed for the house. The Irin slaves
under Roz, Docian, and Abigale’s supervision made a fine lunch and
everyone was satisfied. You can bet talk was lively and animated around
the table. Elmer and Vox couldn’t keep their hands off each other and
kept giggling like two school kids sharing a terminal case of puppy
love. It was hard to believe the huge man who gave Clarence Womack such
a tongue lashing he was at a loss for words, was the same man sitting
at the table making small talk with his loved ones.
“Granddad, Billy
told me I couldn’t see my slave until next weekend,” Oatie said.
“You listen to
our master, Son. There’s method in that cowboy’s madness, and it makes
perfect sense to me. Your slave is busier than fireman put’n out a five
alarm fire. Furthermore, he’s not gonna’ be able to spend any time with
you next weekend to amount to much. He’s project manager of Master
Billy’s team of architects and mechanical planners what are working
around the clock to meet a deadline of Easter Sunday to have a workable
presentation for him to review and accept or reject,” Elmer declared
firmly.
Billy could have
thrown his arms around the big cowboy and kissed him on his cheek.
“Have you seen
him, Granddad?” Oatie asked.
“Only for a very
few minutes, Son, to meet him again, give him a hug and a kiss and
welcome him to our family,” Elmer replied.
“How is he? Did
he ask about me?” Oatie asked almost like a plea.
“He’s fine. He
looks healthy and fit. Yes, he asked about you. He said for me to
apologize for him not being able to get away to see you, but his first
responsibility was to Master Billy and the project he assigned him.
While we were standing there, no fewer than ten people -- was it ten or
a dozen, Vox -- came to him for answers or to get something for them.
We had to follow him to even get in a few words. There ain’t no doubt
in my mind he’s in charge of the project,” Elmer replied.
“I counted at
least a dozen, Love," Vox replied to Elmer’s count question, “Oatie,
Darling, your slave looks better than I ever saw him. He’s in his
element, and it was obvious to me he’s growing and looking forward to
expanding his horizons. He’s in the right place at the right time. I
don’t think you should distract him until Master Billy feels it’s time
for you to come together. It will only make you long for him more, and
it will take his attention away from his goal to help his team complete
their task on time. This is very important to Jethro, and he’s become a
demon tiger; albeit, a gentle and compassionate one. Why, we watched
Jethro give a nice looking lady a tongue lashing what was so loving and
gentle she come in her panties,” Vox said strongly. Billy was
impressed. He never saw Vox so demonstrative and animated. Elmer and
the cowboys damn near swallowed their tongues trying to keep from
guffawing at Vox’s little riff.
“Well, maybe
you’re right. I sent him here to find himself, to learn from Master
Billy and his slaves. If you’re satisfied he’s in the right place and
gaining some confidence in himself, then that’s what I want for him.
I’ll just be patient,” Oatie lamented.
“Easter Sunday
will be here before you know it, Son, and you can see Jethro when we go
to Nick’s ship to review their work. Perhaps when you see what he’s
helped accomplish, you will feel differently about your slave,” Elmer
encouraged him.
Before they left
Billy got Elmer aside. “Thanks for running interference for me, Daddy
Bull, and you too, Vox. Moss and Enoch told me about the demon
tongue lashing. I damn near laughed my ass off. He’s git’n pretty damn
good at morphing into demon form,” Billy said.
“We understand
why you might not want Oatie to see Jethro until the following weekend.
You have created his fantasy slave daddy, and we can see Jethro growing
into the role. If Oatie was to see him, I don’t know we could keep them
apart for another week. It’s just best we stay away next weekend and
plan on a big blowout celebration for Easter,” Elmer said.
“You know you’re
welcome. We’d love to have ya’ll over, but whatever you decide we’ll
abide by. Just let Oatie know we ain’t trying to pull a fast one on
him. He’ll get his slave when we’re ready. Talk with him about leasing
Jethro to us on a daily basis. He can have a sheltered job to come to
which will give him self-confidence, and he can make his master some
extra money,” Billy said.
The guests went
their way to return to their worlds for the rest of the week, and the
family was alone. Hank and Buck came to the house for supper, but
Jethro declined. He was invited to join the village people for
their evening meal, and he had some other things he wanted to get done
before he settled down for the night. He fledged the night before and
was a quick study when it came to the extras his enhancements afforded
him. He learned to morph and transport with ease. He told Hank and Buck
to tell Master Billy he would transport to the line cabin when he
called for him. He learned quicker than anyone how to use his mind to
reach out and communicate with someone. One of his favorite fans caught
him while he was relaxing for a moment with his temporary family at the
line cabin.
<< How did
your enhancement turn out, Jethro? >> Randy sent.
<< I’ll
let you decide for yourself come Friday e’nin, but your suggestion and
the pitcher you left for me was a real winner. Master Billy thought it
would be a great idea. I look a lot like the guy with a heavy shadow
and a dark beard. The rest of me is perfect. Just like we talked about.
I know you’re gonna’ like what you see, Cowboy, >> Jethro sent.
<< I can’t
wait until Friday, >> Randy said with enthusiasm.
<< Ask
Master Billy. I know you’s tight with him. He can look at me and send
you a picture, >> Jethro said.
<< Naw,
I’m just gonna’ dream about you and wait. That way I’ll have something
to look forward to, >> Randy replied, << I better go for
now and let you get some rest. See you Friday, Buddy, >> he added.
<< Friday,
Cowboy, >> Jethro replied.
“How’s ma’
favorite, buckaroo?” Billy asked Jethro and grinned.
“He’s fine.
Looking forward to seeing what you men done to me,” Jethro replied,
“How’d ju’ know, Master?” Jethro asked.
“I seen the way
you look on him, and you get the same look when he tickles your mind,”
Billy replied.
“Randy’s my
ideal
of what a perfect son would be like. I’d like to have a son like him
one day,” Jethro said.
“I hope you do,
Jethro. I think you would make a wonderful dad for a kid. You’re gonna’
learn a lot being Oatie’s dad. You probably know more about it now than
you give yourself credit,” Billy encouraged him.
“You may be
right, Master Billy. Are we going to play this evening?” Jethro asked.
“No, you been
working hard all day, and we had a busy day. We’re just going to get a
good night’s rest and get an early start tomorrow,” Billy replied.
“I like my job,
Master Billy, and I want to thank you for giving me a chance,” Jethro
said.
“I have faith in
you, Jethro. Make me proud
of you,” Billy said quietly but firmly.
“I promise, I
won’t let you
down, sir,” Jethro said.
End of Chapter
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