Him
Who Made The Seven Stars
By Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
4
“Bashful
saints
who
spark
creation
are
persecuted
and
denied
their
rightful
place
in
the universe
by sanctimonious defilers of innocent young boys; crossdressing
hypocrites pledged
to a
cult of death to support inept politicians who
exude a frothy residue of intolerance and bigotry fanned by the flames
of ignorance, hatred, and suppressed sexual fantasies; they who strive
for compassion and the light of reason are forced to live in the
shadows and hide their greater purpose under
a bushel basket once filled with twaddle-knockers* for an open air
market
display; they are the true, humble servants of poweful but forgotten
gods,
and every time they
couple to share their love and seed, stem or stern, a bell shall ring
out, and another star is born in a distant galaxy. Hosanna is their
name.
Hosanna in the highest.” From the Watcher’s Holy Book of Prophets:
Xoastrous
Xenfendel The Elder 16:5
Boomer’s heavily
padded large feet covered with fur made little or no sound as they
walked down the long dark corridors of the palace lit only by an
occasional glowing wall sconce protecting a bioluminescence life-form
living behind it. When it sensed movement, or the approaching sound of
footsteps, even at a distance, it would start to give off light. The
heavier the sound, the brighter the light. They got really excited from
the sound of Billy’s buckaroo boots clomping through the corridors
amplified ten fold like a pair of high-heels worn by a full figured
woman, echoing down the deserted back streets of Skaskatoon on a
bitterly cold winter’s night, and the aqualuminnits shown forth with
their maximum
amount of light from the sound.
Boomer couldn’t
remember ever seeing them so excited or the hall so well lit. A
scripture
came to Boomer’s mind written by a great prophet of his race, sometimes
known as
the Almost Very Right Reverend Xoastrous Xenfendel; known to all
his
close associates as Dos Equis, the most interesting watcher in the
universe. Thousands of years ago he wrote: And where the humble human, lover of the
horse and cow shall walk, great light shall spring up and proceed
before him to light his way; and his protector, his faithful watcher
slave, who loves him without measure, will receive his simple gift of
purity and bear his children. Boomer dismissed the books of
prophecy as myth and superstition, but that particular passage nagged
at him like a fishwife berating her drunken husband.
After climbing
numerous stairs, Boomer told Billy they were high in the main tower of
the palace, and the view from the rooms should be spectacular. Billy
had
a wicked thought: he wondered how much the view would matter when he
had his ass filled with Bigfoot cock, and was getting his brains fucked
out
for old glory, mother, home, and apple pie; oh, yes, and the the Lone
Star State of Jesusland. They finally came to another long corridor,
and
as they walked down the length of the hallway, they could see two
figures standing like they were waiting for them.
“Are they
waiting for us?” Boomer asked the young human slave.
“Yes, sir. They
are your grooms for the evening. They've been doing this for years.
They’re good men. You will like them. Everybody does. They’re two old
cowboys from Earth. They will put you at ease, and you will have no
apprehension about anything. They’ll make you laugh at their bullshit,
but don’t let their homespun nonsense fool you. They’re highly trained
experts
at what they do, and they do their jobs well. All you have to do is lay
back, enjoy, follow their easy instructions, and you will have a
wonderful, relaxed sexual experience,” the slave promised.
“As they drew
closer, Billy could tell they were wearing tall black rubber boots
which
came up to their crotches, black rubber gloves, and a black rubber
apron draped over their necks which came down almost to their ankles.
They had nothing on under the aprons and their asses stuck out from
behind. The taller of the two was well built, salt and pepper hair in a
crew cut, with a finely trimmed buckaroo mustache, and very masculine.
The slightly shorter man had a noticeable case of male pattern
baldness, and what hair remained, he cut short. He was built like
a compact fireplug, and also had a mustache and a two-day stubble of
beard. Billy’s penis immediately began to fill with
blood, but he wore no Wranglers to hide his shame should he have felt
any. He didn’t. The men pretended to ignore Billy’s erection.
“Would ju’ look
at them boots, Buck,” the shorter man said, pointing to Billy’s
buckaroo
boots.
“Damn fine
look’n pair a’ boots, pod’na. Makes ma’ feet itch, ‘cause they’d like
to
be wear’n a fine pair jes’ like 'em,” Buck drawled.
“If’n he ain’t
from the New Nineted States a’ Texas, I’ll kiss yore’ace, brother,” the
smaller man put his fists on his hips, leaned forward, and declared.
“Shit, Hank, you
kiss my ass ever’ night ‘afore you fuck me,” Buck said and laughed.
“Well, then,
I’ll kiss it a hun’nert times,” Hank declared like he was disgusted
with his buddy’s retort.
“Make it two
hun’nert, and you got chore’self a bet, cowboy,” Buck shot back.
“Two hun’nert it
is, pod’na!” Hank exclaimed.
“Hank wins the
bet. Sorry, Buck,” Billy said, laughed, and stuck out his hand.
“Shit, ‘at ain’t
no problem,” Buck replied taking Billy's hand to shake, “Hell far, I
love kiss’n Hank’s little rosebud. Me’n that sweet thang’s on a first
name basis. It loves me suck’n on it, and I drive it crazy with ma’
tongue, French kiss’n it now and again to see how fur up inside Hank’s
hole I can get it,” Buck bragged, “You and this fine look’n watcher
plan’n on make’n the beast with two backs tonight, sir?” he asked like
it was nothing more than a strole in the park on a lazy Sunday
afternoon.
“We’s hope’n to.
This here big’un’s ma’ number one slave and protector. His name’s
Boomer. He didn’t have no name until I give him one when I’s 'bout
seven years old and saved his life. He’s been my protector and watcher
as long as I can remember, but we know’d each other for over a decade
now. T’other day, the high council of this here planet, they done went
and made him my slave. T’weren’t my idea, but I’m glad they done it.
Gives us an excuse to see more of each other and love on one another
like we talked and dream’n about for a number of years.
"Old Boomer,
here, ain’t only ma’ slave, he’s ma’ bonded brother. I love him, and he
loves me. How do I know he loves me? I cain't begin to count the
ways, but most of all, he done told me so, and my slave’s
word is good enough for this cowboy. If’n y’ain’t hear’d by now, my
name’s Billy Daniels, gentlemen. Boomer and me, we come from the hill
country of West Central Texas jes’ north a’ San Antonio ‘bout a
hun’nert miles. I told Boomer I wanted to lose my virginity with him
afore we return to planet Texas. You can see how big he is, and I
gotta’ be clean to take a monster like him,” Billy said.
“No problem.
We’ll fix you up. It'll be a pleasure to groom two brothers what come
from god’s country. You men can have yore’ choice of grooms, me or the
runt of the litter, there,” Buck said motioning to his partner and
grinned.
“Fuck you and
the hoss you rode in on, cowboy! I ain’t no runt,” Hank said as he
gathered up the front of his rubber apron to flash his cock. It was
big, uncut, and as handsome as the rest of the cowboy, “Go on,
buckaroo, raise yorn and show them men what a real runt looks like,”
Hank demanded of his partner. Buck raised his apron for everyone to
see. His cock was just as big, but a bit skinnier.
Instead of
offering Hank his hand to shake, Billy held out his hand with the palm
up, and Hank didn’t hesitate. He slapped his healthy quarter pounder
right into Billy’s hand. Billy wrapped his fingers around it, grinned,
and looked Hank in his eyes as he stroked it several time to make it
fill with blood. The only problem was, Billy erection grew harder at
the same time. Hank winked at Billy and smiled. He could almost read
the young man’s mind. “Ya’ona make another bet on who our cowboy picks
to be his groom, buckaroo?” Hank asked his mate and grinned.
“Naw, I can tell
I already done lost that one. Makes me no never mind, I got me a big
handsome long-leggedy beastie to take care of. I’ll make him smell so
good and look s’purdy his master’s gonna’ have a fit when he see’s him
after I git’s through with ‘em,” Buck bragged.
“Com’moan, Son.
You done suffered enough of our bullshit. You and me, we got us a date
with a nice warm enema bag. Besides the shit is git’n purdy deep in
this hallway. Don’t wanna’ soil them purdy boots a yorn on account a’
us kick’n it around. You come with me and old Hank will clean you out
real good, put you on the rack, give you a lube job, grease you up real
good, and make you shine like a new penny.
"I’ll make you
feel like you cain’t live another minute without that big monster deep
inside yore’ fine looking cowboy butt, jes’ like yore’ feet fit them
boots. We’ll git chu’ ready to ride the big one, Son. Once you ease
yore’self down on that monster’s cock and make yore’self to home in his
saddle, we’ll open the chute, and you can ride him down hard and win
the rodeo. My money’s on the cowboy. I’ll bet a fine buckroo like you
can ride anything," he said and grinned. “By the way, we give belt
buckles for the longest ride of the day,” Hank said and laughed at his
own bullshit.
Billy fell in
love with them. They were his kind of people. They spoke cowboy
bullshit
fluently.
“Lemme’ hep’ ya’
off with them fine boots, Son. Sometimes things can git a mite messy
‘round here ‘cause shit happens. I’m protected with this here rubber
suit I be wear’n, but we wouldn’t wanna’ soil yore’ boots none. Without
his
boots a cowboy’s jes’ plumb naked, and any cowboy worth the name will
only let his buddy fuck him with his boots on,” Hank declared. Billy
let him take them off.
“Hop up here on
this table, Son, and we’ll get started. Do you want any enhancements
for your first time in the saddle?” Hank asked.
“Enhancements?
What are you talk’n about, Hank?” Billy asked.
“Mild
non-addictive herbs and medications to relax you, or enhance the
experience for your first time,” Hank explained.
“What would you
recommend?” Billy asked.
“A mild herbal
tea what will make yore’ asshole relax so sweetly you could spin on a
fireplug and not feel a damn thing. Another one we could mix with it
will make you feel like you done died and gone to heaven once’t that
monster gits you broke to his saddle and gits to root’n around up
inside you. Buck and I use ‘em all the time, and they take us places we
ain’t never been before.
“Old Buck and me
been together a lot of years, but I ain’t never got tired of him. He
lets me be the husband most of the time, but once in a while I like to
switch, lay back, relax and let him do the husbanding. He makes a
damn good husband, too. Fucks me good, he does. My old asshole stays
sore for several days, but I got a big smile on my lips and a song in
me heart,” Hank shared.
“All right, why
not? Cowboy up! Whatever you think. I was told to put myself in yore’
hands, so go ahead on, and fix me up with whatever you think I need,”
Billy said. “Don’t this job get pretty disgusting and nasty for you and
Buck, Hank?” Billy asked.
“It can, but we
got these air filter we shove up our noses what filters out the worst
of it. People don’t like to think on dirty jobs much, but the heroes of
any hospital ain’t them snot nosed know-it-all doctors. It’s the nurses
what do this sort of thing ever’ damn day and under a lot worse
conditions than we got to work with. Here, in a dedicated facility, the
bad part is mostly released after half a bag of solution. From there it
ain’t so bad.
“Hell, before
Buck and me worked on a ranch, we used to work the stockyards in Ft.
Worth, and h’it don’t git more nasty than that. We got used to it and
figured we’d git used to this. We did, and we live comfortably;
better’n fifty percent of the middle class on this planet. We perform a
service not a lot of folks wanna’ do, but because of the nature of our
job they pay us real good. Then, too, old Buck and me, we worked hard
to make good reputations for ourselves, and we got us some wealthy
patrons what are regulars and tip us handsomely,” he said.
Hank made tea
for both of them and they talked while he was getting things ready.
“How long you
and Buck been here?” Billy asked.
“Let’s see--” he
mused, “What year is it back on Earth now?” he asked.
“2032,” Billy
replied.
“I ain’t thought
about it lately, but it’s been sixty-two years-- over half a century.
Buck and me was in Vietnam together and fell in love over there. We
lived in cow town, Ft. Worth, work’n the stockyards during the day and
drowning our memories in liquor and loose women by night. We was a mess
when we come back; living fast and doing what we thought cowboys was
suppose to do, but it began to catch up with us. We got tired of waking
up in dumpsters with fifty megaton hangovers, and decided we loved each
other more’n the women who were only as good as the money we spent on
‘em. We never had a lot so we couldn’t afford the best, and once't the
money ran out so did the women.
“We talked the
owner of a big ranch in West Texas, what brought his cattle to Ft.
Worth to sell, into giving us a chance and let us cowboy for him. We
cut out our wild ways, stopped drinking, and rode for his outfit for
about five years. We didn’t make a lot of money, but we were happy
together and was saving up to buy us a small spread so’s we could start
us up a cow and calf operation. We was work’n on his ranch out near
Alpine, Texas. Then one dark summer’s night in 1970 it was, me’n old
Buck was tending the herd when we started seeing cows rise up off’n the
ground and fly off into the sky.
“Well, sir, the
next thing we knew we was being yanked off’n our cayuses and was flying
through the air and up into one a’ them flying saucer machines. We was
kidnapped by some filthy little gray critters with big almond shaped
eyes. We tried to fight 'em, but they had some kind of purple ray they
shot us with, and we couldn’t move. They knocked us out and when we
woke up we was naked and put in a pen with the rest of the livestock.
Didn’t take Buck and me long to figger out they didn’t have our best
interest at heart. We was as much cattle as them cows they stole.
“Long story
short: they sold us to some god awful looking green reptile look’n
critters for food, herded us onto their much larger ship, and took off
for god knows were. We stayed in that pen with the rest of them
critters for several days without food, water, or facilities. We had to
piss and shit on the deck jes’ like them cows and a few other critters.
They’d hose us down with cold water once’t a day and warsh all the shit
down a drain. We made friends with some stripped monkey like creatures;
beautiful things they was,
what had purdy wings like butterflies; they was intelligent, but they’s
as scared as we were. They was smaller and more delicate than us. Buck
and me tried our best to make sure they didn't get hurt none.
“Then explosions
started happening, and Buck said he thought the ship was under attack.
He was right. The watchers, like yore’ mate Boomer, disabled the
reptile ship and killed all the crew. They took us on board their ship
and while they kept the cattle in pens, they took us and them
intelligent winged monkey critters, cleaned us up, fed us good, and
gave us
beds to sleep in. They didn’t give us no choice. They jes’ brought us
here, and we been here ever since. We’s still close friends with them
purdy little
monkey people. They’s good folks. Buck and me kinda
bonded wiff' 'em and come to look on 'em as our kids. They
have us over to their place a couple
of times a month, and we have them to our quarters here in the palace.
They’s geniuses at electronics stuff, and keep our computers tuned up
and running great,” Hank allowed.
“Damn, you men
gotta’ be in yore’ late eighties, but you don’t look a day over
thirty-five or forty at the most,” Billy said in awe.
“I jes’ turned
eighty-seben not long ago, and Buck’s three years my junior. We
wondered about it, too, and decided they done some’um to us after we
got here. While they’s good about seeing to our health and well being,
they don’t tell us much, but old Buck and me done put some things
together for ourselves. One of our best customers is a high mucky-muck
in the scientific community. He done told us they’s a big difference in
cosmic rays on Earth than here. We could live ten times longer here
than back on Earth. ‘At’s all well and good, but who wants to be doing
this job for another several hun’nert years?” Hank asked.
“Do you ever’
miss being a cowboy?” Billy asked.
“Does a cow go
'moo’?” Hank asked and grinned as he handed Billy his sweet exotic herb
spiked tea.
“Buck and I done
talked it over and sometimes we get so lonely for Earth it’s all we can
do to keep from going crazy. What do we do? We fuck each other a lot.
I’m surprised we ain’t worn each other’s asshole out, but it seems to
be a renewable resource. Buck’s still as tight as the first time I
fucked him. Since we got each other we get by to survive for one
another, and that’s what we being doing all these years is just
surviving best we can. I told Buck if’n he died afore me I’d kill him,”
Hank said and laughed, but Billy could tell he was seriously afraid of
losing his mate and finding himself alone.
They finished
their tea and Billy was beginning to feel the effects from the herbs.
They were relaxing all right, but it didn’t cloud his thinking like the
time him and his roping buddy, Moss, tried Marijuana. It was the
closest
Billy ever got to Moss, but he just couldn’t take that last leap across
the broad divide. As Hank was filling his gut with cleaning
solution, Billy got a huge erection. “Aww, is that for old Hank,
cowboy?”
Hank asked.
“‘Feard not,
brother, I’s so relaxed, and got to dwell’n on my rope’n partner back
home. I don’t know’s he would consider lying down with another man, but
he shore’ is hot,” Billy said.
“I had me the
same problem when I first laid eyes on old Buck. God, I wanted that
cowboy in the worst way. Funny thing is, I ain’t never lost me that
feeling for him. He still knocks me out, and make’s ma’ old dick drip
jes’ think’n on him. We was dug in for the night in the jungle in Nam,
and crawled in our hole together. I couldn’t take no more, and told him
to whip it out, I was gonna’ suck his dick till he shot in me mouth or
his head caved in, whichever come first,” Hank said laughing. He got
Billy laughing, “He didn’t say a word and couldn’t get his old pony out
'a the stall fast enough. After I done him, he demanded his
quarter-pound a' flesh-- and he got it. We bonded that night, and ain’t
never been apart since,” Hank said and got a far away look in his eyes.
Hank did a great
job cleaning Billy from stem to stern. He finally took his cowboy to
the shower. Hank removed all his gear to scrub his client.
The herbs were taking effect, and Billy was feeling no pain. When he
saw
Hank in the altogether his penis got the happies. For an eighty-seven
year old man Hank had a body most twenty-eight year old men could only
dream about.
“Now I know’d
that hard-on’s for me, buckaroo,” Hank said and grinned.
“Won’t gainsay
that, cowboy. I got me a thing for bald headed men, but more
particularly men with male pattern baldness. For some reason it just
trips my switch big time. You didn’t know it, but you done had me for a
client afore you said a word,” Billy confided, “Can I have me a taste
for yore’ fine cock, Hank, or is it forbidden fraternizing with
clients?” Billy asked.
“Oh, Hell no! We
do as we please. It don’t happen often, ‘cause I ain’t interested most
of the time, but in yore’ case, cowboy, I’d be downright proud to give
you a taste of old Hank’s pride. I won’t reciprocate ‘cause you need to
save it for yore’ beast,” Hank said.
“Exactly, Hank.
I knew you’d understand,” Billy said and smiled. He got down on his
knees in the shower and gave Hank a stellar blow job. Hank fed him a
fine tasting load. Hank’s flavor was unmistakable. “You been eat’n them
Hosanna Cakes, Hank?” Billy asked and grinned.
Hank smiled.
“Yeah, we eat 'em ever’ morning with our cho-cho drink. It thinks it’s
coffee, but it ain’t. Them cakes flavors up our come right nice, don’t
it? I done forbid Buck come’n while I’s fuck’n him. I take care of him
after I get mine. I love the flavor. Tastes jes’ like the real thing,
don’t it?” Hank asked.
“J’ever have one
of the twins?” Billy asked.
“Oh, yeah, we
done had bo-fubbem. We clean 'em when they got a patron. They come to
our place to hide out to get away from ever’ body in the palace when
they don’t wanna’ be found. They watch movies with us, and we take ‘em
into town when they go to perform. We like their music, but it ain't
Willie and Waylon. They’s sweet little men, and they’s always generous
to share theys’selves with Buck and me. The more sweet cream we git
from ‘em the better our come tastes,” Hank said.
“I wondered why
they took to me so fast. They got themselves two other cowboys they
love what they ain’t never told me about. Did you know they begged me
to take ‘em for ma’ slaves, and I’m take'n 'em back to Texas with
me and Boomer day after tomorrow?” Billy asked.
“We didn’t know
it was you, but it all makes sense now. They said their new master
talks jes’ like us. They come by last evening for a while to tell us
the news and apologized they couldn’t share theys’selves with us one
last time, 'cause their new master done told 'em they couldn’t have sex
with nobody less’n they got his okay first. They didn’t say who their
new master was, though,” Hank said.
“I did tell them
that, and I damn well meant it. Glad to hear they’s mind’n me. I told
'em I not only wanted them as slaves, but as my little brothers; that
meant obeying my orders and becoming a part of my family. It weren’t
to be mean to them. I just think they need a little discipline, and I’m
just the cowboy what can give it to ‘em. I think, over time, they might
come to appreciate someone ride’n herd on 'em; maybe gib‘em some pride
in themselves to become a part of something bigger than just being
adorably cute sex objects. I don’t plan to be no tyrant. Most of the
time they’ll get my permission, but not if I got plans for 'em, or I
need their attention elsewhere,” Billy said.
“Fuck me in the
butt! Wish’t we had somebody what thought enough to ride herd on two
old cowboys like us.
Can me and old Buck come live with ya’ and be yore’ slaves, Master
Billy?” Hank asked and grinned like he was making a back door
compliment.
“Well, I cain’t
show no favoritism, Hank. The same rules would have to apply to you and
Buck, but we could expand it a bit-- like a rubber might stretch to fit
a bigger dick,” Billy said and laughed at his own metaphor.
“I’ll tell old
Buck to pack a small bag, we’s tavel’n light,” Hank said and roared
with laughter.
“Jes’ make damn
shore’ yorn is packed with them fancy herb seeds. Damnation, we could
make a fortune selling that shit on Earth,” Billy mused and grinned.
They finished in
the shower. Hank dried Billy, and had him lay out on another table. He
sprinkled him with a lightly scented powder and rubbed him down. He had
Billy sit in a comfortably padded stirrup chair and put his feet up to
expose his ass. Hank took a fifteen inch black rubber dildo mounted on
a mechanic’s grease gun from a drawer. It had a tube inside the length
which exited
at the head. He carefully inserted all of it into Billy’s clean ass and
slowly withdrew it pumping his anal canal full of a strong lubricant
that would hold up and last the entire fuck or more if they chose to
have seconds. Then he inserted a small plug to keep the contents from
leaking out which was held in tight by Billy’s sphincter muscle.
Hank made one
more cup of tea for them. This time he added some of his herbs to
his own drink. Billy figured Buck was probably going to get fucked
while the cowboys stood watch should Billy and Boomer need anything. It
was fine with him.
Hank’s eyes got
watery when he knelt before Billy, and took a long deep whiff of his
buckaroo boots before he held them for him to insert his feet. They sat
naked around a small table drinking their sweet herb spiked tea. Hank
added just a tad more herbs to Billy’s, remembering the size of his
beast. He thought one more cup ought to open Billy’s tight, but well
greased, ass like them pearly gates to heaven for his big slave.
“Would you and
Buck chuck all this for a chance to go back to Earth?” Billy asked.
“Bet ‘tat purdy
cowboy butt a’ yorn! In a cow town minute, Son!” Hank declared in all
seriousness. “Me and Buck done talked about it a hun’nert times or
more. A chance to get home to Earth and Texas afore we die would be
like heaven to us,” he added. “We ain’t been mistreated here. We got us
a decent life, but we’s cowboys, Master Billy. I don’t think I need to
say no more. You know what it means to be a cowboy, Son,” Hank said.
“Yeah, I do,
Hank. Them ‘Watchers,’ they got all kinds a’ plans for me and my
slaves, but they done told me I can have my cake and eat it, too. I can
still cowboy and do what I gotta’ do, but I’m gonna’ need help, and a
lot of it,” Billy said. “Was you serious about you and Buck becoming
ma’ slaves, Hank?” Billy asked.
“Dead serious,
Master Billy. All you gotta’ do is snap yore’ fingers, point to them
purdy boots a’ yorn, and you’ll have two old cowboys fight’n to see who
pays homage to them first,” Hank declared firmly.
“I’ll see what I
can do, Hank, but if’n I swing it, yore’ bossman gets to spend a couple
evenings a month between you cowpokes to pay yore’ dues over and above
what other responsibilities I might need you men to take on for me as
yore’ master,” Billy said and grinned wickedly.
“Pay our dues?
Shit, Son, if you can pull it off, we couldn’t fill you full enough
with
our love and gratitude. You wouldn’t be able to hold it all,” Hank
bragged and laughed.
There came a
knock on the door. Hank hollered to come in, and Buck walked in naked.
“I done finished
with your beast, Master Billy, and took him up to your room. He’s clean
as a whistle, bathed, scrubbed, blow dried, combed out, and fluffed up.
He looks like a giant powderpuff,” Buck bragged and grinned.
“Will our
session be videoed like I requested?” Billy asked.
“Yes, sir, Boss,
we’ll be monitoring your session,” Hank said and aimed a small
electronic device at a huge screen against the wall and a shot of
Boomer
standing alone looking out at the view came up. Billy gasped at how
handsome his slave looked. The men grinned at him.
“He is a
handsome beast,” Buck said, “We got us eight cameras around the room.
We can control each one and zoom in for close shots. After you men
finish and settle down for the night, with the main evolved
intelligence’s help, we’ll edit it with the best shots and put it all
together for you. It will be ready by morning, sir,” he added.
“Cain’t thank
you enough, gentlemen,” Billy said.
“Yes, you can,”
Hank said and grinned, “and I’s bet’n you will, Son,” he added. Billy
got his message and they shared a laugh.
“Com’moan, Son,
it’s show time. Time I took you up to yore’ beast so’s you two can
husband one another,” Hank said. “Can I share what we done talked about
wiff’ ma’ mate, Boss?” Hank asked and winked.
“Certainly, I
would expect you to, Hank,” Billy replied and smiled.
Hank took Billy
up the winding stairs to an apartment almost at the top of the tallest
tower in the palace. He stopped at the door and was going to shake
Billy’s hand. He stuck out his hand and looked the young cowboy in the
eye. Billy looked down at his hand and back up and grinned. “Fuck that
shit, gimme’ a hug and a kiss to wish me luck, buckaroo,” Billy said
quietly. Hank threw his arms around the young man and they kissed a
gentle kiss.
“You got our
good wishes with you, Son. How could you not have a good time? You got
two old buckaroos what will be watch’n the whole thing with our cocks
drooling. Go. Give yourself to that monster. It’s obvious you love each
other very much, and that’s the most important part. You also won my
heart tonight, Bossman. Now get chore’ butt in there and tame that
beast. Cowboy up!” Hank said and winked. Billy turned and walked
through the door.
Boomer turned to
see Billy walk into the room and opened his huge arms for him. It
seemed like a mile between the door and his beast’s arms. It was like
everything was moving in slow motion when he wanted to feel those
massive furry arms as fast as he could. They met near the middle,
embraced, and kissed a passionate kiss. They stood for a moment looking
into each other’s eyes like they were seeing the other for the first
time, and in that context, they were.
“I swear on the
name of some unknown god, you are the most handsome beast I ever done
seen, Boom. You sure them two giants are your uncles? They ain’t
nowheres near handsome as you,” Billy said and grinned.
“I assure you
they are, my good Master, but they come from my father’s side of the
family. I got more of my better features from my granddaddy on my
mother’s side,” he replied, then continued, “I can’t remember you
looking so fine, Master Billy. You got a glow about you I can feel down
to
the bottom of my soul, what just happens to be at the base of my
penis,”
Boomer said and grinned.
“I think you’n
me, we done got us the same malady. It think it’s called love, Boom,
and
I hear it’s terminal. I know you got it, 'cause I can see the same glow
surrounding you,” Billy said, “I can’t wait no longer. My case of this
disease is so bad the only thing what’s gonna’ save me is that big old
cock
on my giant beast, and the sooner I get it inside me, and you shoot
your
life saving medicine up my butt, the better my chances for survival. I
think them herbs Hank gimme’ in my tea are peaking. I got to have you
and soon, Boom,” Billy said. He felt Boomer’s shaft hard against his
belly and moved his hand to caress it.
Boomer
shuddered. “I don’t wanna’ wait any longer either, Master. Is it true
what you told my uncles about me getting it right the first time?” he
asked with a grin.
“Absolutely! I
told ‘em if you didn’t get it right the first time, I would punish you
by making you do it again and again until you did,” Billy confirmed.
They shared a laugh.
“Then I guess I
better get it right the first time,” he said and grinned.
“I’s kinda
hope’n you wouldn’t,” Billy said, and they laughed again.
Boomer reach
down and swept Billy off his feet to hold him in his big massive arms
like he was a feather, and slowly carried him to their waiting love
nest. He lay Billy across the bed and took charge of their nuptial
behavior as witnessed among all animals from time to time. Boomer
relied heavily on Buck’s suggestions of being the strong but gentle
aggressor; steady, determined, but compassionate.
He lifted
Billy’s legs, and his partner held them for him to mount him from the
front. Boomer found Billy’s rosebud, popped the grease plug from his
ass, and positioned the head of his big
penis at the opening. He gently began a rocking motion. Before he
realized what was happening, Billy’s muscle dilated, and opened to him
completely. Boomer found himself almost falling into his chosen one’s
rectum so easily, he wondered if he should have tied a two by four to
his ass. Obviously, the enhancement herbs Hank provided Billy, and
those
Buck served Boomer, began working in consort together. In the instant
of
penetration, all became right with their world.
Taken singly,
the herbs might carry an air of well being to the point of levity, but
in consort with each other, from one gut to another, produced quite a
different sensation; the physical capabilities conjoined with the
mental to meld two spirits and bodies into one -- the very definition
of
union -- quite readily joined one’s body and soul with another without
the fanciful trappings of excessive thoughts or words, meant only to
drape with gaudiness or cheapen their effort, and dare not explain the
full explosion of the ethereal probabilities of such, became the
bedrock of their shared experience.
Billy and Boomer
were stripped of intellect, but couldn’t have been more in sync with
each other’s inner animal. Primal urges and lust overcame reason when
their bodies conjoined completely. There was no longer a slave, a
beast, or his master -- only two raw animals in rut; one to take from
the giving and the other to receive his gift from the taking. There was
no more ‘you’ or ‘me’, but only ‘us’ together, fucking their way to a
single union. It didn’t take long for Billy’s beast to fill him with
his seed and claim his master as his own. Not even Samson, Billy’s
owner, could make that claim.
Billy opened to
his beast’s fucking like the midnight flowering of a rare orchid,
Angraecum sesquipedale, which gives off a powerful scent to attract a
night flying moth with a proboscis so long, it was considered
unprecedented by scientist who dismissed Darwin’s prediction that one
would eventually be found which did the job of pollinating the
exquisite flower. Twenty-one years after his death, one was found.
Billy found his
pollinator to take his virginity in the form of a huge furry beast with
a proboscis the size of a young stallion, on a starry starry night, in
a
secluded chamber, a huge turret atop a tower, in a palace on a world in
the Orion constellation, with four moons and twins stars, within a nest
softer than a bed of dandelion down. Not even Darwin could have
predicted such a thing for a common man of the Earth; a young cowboy
from the hill country of west central Texas.
Fuck both
worlds, Earth and Retikki Prime, the universe itself in all its
grandeur became Billy and Boomer’s oyster. Nothing either of them ever
did in their lives seemed as important as Boomer climaxing into
his beloved master’s body. At the very instant of Boomer's release,
somewhere a bell was heard to ring out, and fifty million light
years away in another galaxy a young star was born to mark the moment
of their successful coupling. It would become known as Billy-Boomer
one. The first of many stars their couplings would create throughout
their years together.
And all this
time you thought the birth of stars were the stuff of science, physics,
and cosmology? Not so, stars are only born when one male empties his
seed into another. Why do you think the beginning of time and space is
called the big bang? It's simple. Two gods were in a bar one night, and
one thought the other had a cute butt. They had one too many of them
sweet rum drinks with them little umbrellas. A dark corner, stolen
kisses, some tender words, one thing led to another,
they went back to his place, corn-holed each other, and voila', our
universe was created. We know it’s true because the Holy Book Of
Watchers
tells us so. If the holy prophet of the Book Of Watchers, the great
Xoastrous Xenfendel said it, I believe it, that settles it, end of
discussion.
After all, there
has to be a lot of stars with a lot of habitable worlds out there if
every faithful Mormon is going to have their own planet to rule over
after they die. I wonder how they would feel to know their future home
world is warmed by a life giving sun made by the conjoining of two men
who shared sex and a little love with each other, and how that might
influence their thoughts on their peculiar religion? Would they have
reconsidered their support for Proposition 8 in California?
Probably not. They neither score very high on understanding the true
mysteries of the universe, nor do they question much if they believe
the
speculative fantasy fiction of Joseph Smith.
Perhaps their
angels, Macaroni and Cheesus, will one day enlighten them. It’s simple,
guys, if you want your own world to rule over after you die, somebody’s
got to suck a cock, or take it up the ass, to make the star which your
world will rotate around. Straight sex won’t do it. All you get is
pregnant. While we certainly need that to create more gay people to
that end, it doesn’t create the heavens themselves, and baptizing dead
people of other faiths to your beliefs
won’t help. Hosanna to the Mormons and their watertight secretive
semi-sacred temples and their magic underwear. Hosanna in the
highest.
Billy was
chanting his own Hosannas as he felt his great beast spill into is gut.
He could never remember a more fulfilling experience as when Boomer
huffed and puffed, grunted, then farted, as the last of his mighty
volume of seminal fluid shot out his enormous phallus into his young
cowboy master. Boomer collapsed on top of him breathing heavily as
Billy found one of his luscious large teats which had the fur carefully
trimmed away by Buck Appleby, Boomer’s excellent groomer.
As they lay
together collecting themselves, Billy swiped his tongue across it to
taste
the flavor of his mate’s fresh perspiration when he got more than he
bargained for. A small dollop of a white fluid fell onto his tongue
which tasted like warm vanilla ice cream, or thick sweet condensed
milk.
It was delicious. Billy had to find out if it was a fluke; a
chance happening. His lips encircled Boomers teat like a hungry lamprey
eel. He began to suck and rich warm milk flowed from Boomer’s teat
almost faster than Billy could drink. The more he drank the more he
wanted.
He heard Boomer
give out with what sounded like a deep groan which was eventually
overcome by a sigh of pleasure and contentment. He still had his cock
deeply planted within the depths of his master’s warm red earth. He
gently rolled them to their side, so he wouldn’t be so heavy for Billy.
Billy lost his teat for a minute and took a breath. “Hosanna!” he
exclaimed quietly, “What the hell is going on here?” he asked with his
beast’s milk dripping from his chin.
“My body decided
I'm ready to have bairns, Master Billy. Until yesterday, I never had
the switch to
my biological imperative activated. I was your
protector and watcher on duty. I didn’t have time to consider such
a thing. When you were younger, I had to stay away from you, because
you
needed nurturing. Had I become close to you, it would have tripped my
adult male nurturing switch; then, my role as your defender
would have been compromised. It was forbidden by my elders. The twins
sucking my teats was too much for my fundamental beast; the animal
within me. They flipped my biological switch to the nurture position,
and caused my breasts to fill with milk,” Boomer replied.
“By ‘bairns’ do
you mean little Boomers?” Billy asked.
“Or little
Billys,” Boomer replied.
“You can have
either?” Billy asked in awe.
“Yes, sir, but
not by myself,” he replied.
“How is that
possible, Boom?” Billy asked.
“Watchers have
an extra strand of DNA and can adapt to almost any other mammal species
to have their babies, or impregnate them with a proto-embryo which will
be a copy, but not a clone, of the parent depending on the semen which
fertilizes it,”
Boomer explained a small portion of his reproductive possibilities.
“You mean you
could have my baby?” Billy asked.
“No, we could
have your baby, sir. I would have to implant you with one of my
proto-embryos, which would have to be fertilized by your semen for a
bairn patterned after you -- or mine, should we choose to have another
watcher. You would carry the fetus for six months, give first birth to
it, and it would crawl into my pouch for another six months until it
was ready for its second birth,” he explained briefly. “That’s why my
teats are swollen with milk. They were stimulated by the twins, and
they’re producing milk for them,” he added.
“My god,
whatever we do, lets don't tell 'em; we won’t never get them little
varmints unhooked from
yore’ tits, and I know you; you’re so good-hearted you couldn’t say
‘no’ to them,” Billy said and grinned, "Besides, I'm just selfish
enough, I wanna' keep this treat to myself for a while," he added and
laughed. He tickled Boomer and got him laughing, too.
Billy lay with
Boomer’s enormous penis still in his ass. It didn’t become flaccid
because watchers have a bone in their penis. “I guess if there ever was
a time to say 'Hosanna’ this would be it. The word is rather
meaningless, I suppose; yet, it’s an expression what can be used in
almost any
situation. I wonder if this was a reason your uncles wanted us to
become master and slave; they want more little Boomers and very
probably a little cowpoke or two. I cain’t fault ‘em none. As I
see it, it’s just one more fringe benefit of our relationship. I now
own two Twinkie filling makers, an ice cream beast, and a bairn
factory. What more could one cowboy wish for?” Billy asked and broke up
laughing. He got Boomer laughing.
A sobering
thought crossed Billy's mind. “Am I pregnant?”
he asked Boomer.
“No, Master
Billy, you only got my seminal fluid. It’s just like your come. I can
control both; either or; the release of my seminal fluid, or my
proto-embryo,” he explained, “Shall I pull my cock out, Master. Are you
uncomfortable?” Boomer asked.
“No, I’m fine.
Let’s stay like this for a while; you feel good inside me, Boom. Big,
beefy, filling. Let’s
talk some more, make a little love, and then we’ll get ready for your
master to break you to his saddle,” Billy said.
“I’m looking
forward to it, sir,” Boomer said.
They lay hooked
together for an hour or more, and Boomer told Billy all the
ramifications and variations of the way watchers could have bairns.
Billy was flabbergasted, but fascinated; Boomer’s species was so
versatile, adaptive, and fecund. “You mean you
could shoot one a them proto-embryos into a female cow, fertilize it,
and nine months later, she would give birth to a bairn of your
species?”
Billy asked.
“Yes, sir, but
once again, it would depend of the male who fertilized it. If I
fertilized it, the gestation period would be twelve months. If you
fertilized it, the gestation period would only be nine months,” Boomer
said.
“And you could
also make me pregnant with either, depending on the genetic information
the proto-embryo gets when fertilized?” Billy asked.
“Yes, sir,
Master Billy. The fluid I would pump into your lower colon would allow
the proto-embryo to swim and attach itself about halfway to the small
intestine. There, it would create its own placenta, which would be
passed when it was born the first time. When you fuck me tonight, the
proto-embryo I have in my body will be fertilized by your semen if I
allow it,” Boomer explained, “but if it is fertilized, and I don’t
plant
it in another mammal, male or female, it will wither, die, and be
rejected by my body; but,
another will grow in its place,” he added.
“That seems
sad,” Billy said.
“Other mammal's
female eggs, which aren’t fertilized, are passed by their bodies, and
new
ones take their place monthly,” Boomer said.
“I know, but it
gets personal when you consider it could become a mini-me," he said.
“I can control
whether it receives your semen or not, sir,” Boomer said.
“That’s some
consolation,” Billy allowed, “However, on second thought, we’s going
back to Earth day after tomorrow. How long will it last in its
fertilized state before it begins to wither?” Billy asked.
“Two weeks,
maybe more,” Boomer replied.
“And you can
plant it into a heifer?” Billy asked.
“Yes, Master,”
Boomer replied.
“And would it be
human?” Billy asked.
“He would be
just like you minus two percent watcher and five percent bovine genes.
A cow’s blood is enough like humans they make plasma for humans out of
it; but, once in a great while, nature decides to do things a little
different. He could turn out fine -- just like you -- or he could be
born
with a set of horns,” Boomer replied.
“Hell, I
probably got more cow in me than five percent. At least, I think I do,
sometimes,” Billy said and mused to himself. “I gotta’ tell you, Boom,
Madam Spartza moved some’um deep inside me what weren’t human. It was
all I could do to keep my old animal from stand’n at attention,” Billy
shook his head and grinned.
“She knew. I
don’t think much gets by that lady. I think that’s what won her over to
you. You got hard when you showed her the mental images of Nick’s
protector. She sure didn’t miss that,” Boomer declared and grinned.
“They’s both
magnificent beasts. I shore’ wouldn’t mind call’n ‘em my friends,”
Billy said.
Billy finally
had Boomer pull his penis out of him, but they still lay entwined
saying complimentary things to each other and stealing kisses. It was a
comfortable feeling for both, and they were wallowing in their bliss
for
the moment. Billy suggested they have another cup of tea from the pot
Hank left them in the room. Billy found some
mugs, and they drank while looking out at the spectacular view of the
city, and on beyond into the fertile countryside lit by three of the
four moons. The other had not yet risen. They stood together on the
balcony with their arms around each other. Billy let his hand drift
down to Boomers shapely furry butt and found his rosebud. He was
surprised. It was complete devoid of fur. He asked Boomer about it.
“Buck trimmed
the fur away for your pleasure. He also suggested, now
I’m
your slave, I might want to grow my fur differently than when running
wild,” Boomer replied.
“You can control
the growth of your fur, Boom?” Billy asked.
“Yes,
Master. I will stop growing it around my anus for your ease of
use, and as Buck mentioned, it’s just cleaner. He’s right. I’ll
let you decided the rest how you want me, and I will tend it according
to your wishes,” Boomer said.
Billy took him
by his huge paw, kissed it, and spoke, “Com’moan, you handsome beast,
yore’ husband has need of his fine slave,” he said as he led Boomer
back to the bed.
Billy mounted
his slave from the front, while Boomer held his huge legs up and apart
for his husband. Billy took his time, but carefully sank his ample
cowboy cock to the hilt into his beast. Boomer groaned with pleasure
and locked his huge furry legs around his husband’s butt so he couldn’t
get away. Billy
began
to
fuck
Boomer
so
sweetly,
his
beast
started
to
sing
in
his deep bass
voice. It didn’t sound like any singing Billy ever heard before. It was
a rumbling sound filled with varying pitch levels with sounds which
were intelligent, but unrecognizable as a language. It sounded like it
came from the remembered animal within Boomer. It wasn’t unpleasant. It
was hypnotic, and only added to their coupling. Billy could
swear it was telling him how best to fuck his beast, and what Boomer
had
to share with him. Billy didn’t know how or why, but all of a sudden,
an
overwhelming desire -- no a deep craving need to suck Boomer’s teat and
taste more of his delicious milk came over him like a tsunami.
Billy never
missed a stroke as he leaned over and started sucking to have his mouth
and senses flooded with Boomer’s rich goodness. The more he drank, the
more Boomer’s low grumbling chant took control of Billy, and he knew he
was fucking Boomer the way he needed and wanted. Billy was
suddenly in the drivers seat receiving plug-ins more frequently than
Adobe Flash updates on his computer as to how
the fuck was progressing, and how the state of affairs was building to
a
climax. All he had to do was stay at the wheel and drive his Cadillac
on down the road, nice and easy, giving it the gas every now and then
to
climb the next hill. It was the most wonderful experience of his young
life; riding Boomer’s fine ass.
He was doing
everything right, and Billy saw a vision of himself rise above the
level
of a
two-bit rodeo cowboy without a pot to piss in but a drawer full of
worthless buckles, to become the honored husband and consort of a
prince of the
watcher realm. At that moment, he understood; his slave, his boyhood
idol, his
mate lying under him, wasn’t just some ordinary watcher. Boomer was
next
in line to sit on the throne of the kingdom. It was too
overwhelming and exciting for Billy. He couldn’t hold back any longer,
and emptied volley after volley into his beast's hungry hole. Boomer
sang, groaned,
and writhed under his master, giving his husband the very best his body
could offer to please him and conjoin with him on a higher level. Afterward, they lay
hooked
together for sometime. Boomer had Billy locked into his ass tightly.
They kissed a tender kiss, and Boomer sighed deeply like he was content
to have satisfied his master. “Why didn’t you
tell me, Boom?” Billy asked quietly.
“My bearing on
this world has nothing to do with you and me on Earth, Master,” he
replied, “I’m still young by watcher standards. I wouldn’t even
entertain the idea for hundreds, maybe even thousands of years. I was
sent to Earth to watch and protect you. I watched and protected your
parents. I knew them well. There’s more I will share in time, but we
have been carefully guided by other forces in the universe. I have no
claim to those things you heard and understood in my song. I only have
one purpose right now, and that’s to serve you first, and our family
second. Right now, I need my master’s input,” he said.
“What to do
about your proto-embryo?" Billy asked.
“Yes, sir,”
Boomer replied.
“You tell me,
Boom. I won’t always ask, but something this important should be a
shared decision,”
Billy said.
“I was told he
will become an important part of our future, Master Billy, a rock to
bind us to our
purpose,” Boomer said quietly.
“So say you?”
Billy asked.
“So say I,
Master,” Boomer replied.
“Then, so say I,
my worthy slave. Billy Augustus Daniels shall live,” Billy said like a
confirmation of life, and the
proto-embryo was fertilized with Billy’s sperm and genetic information.
They rested a
while longer, and Billy decided he had to have more of his beast’s
cock,
but this time, he had Boomer lie back, and his cowboy mounted him.
“Will
Billy Augustus stay inside you until we get home, Boom?” Billy asked.
“He’s warm and
snug. If I ejaculate, it will only be seminal fluid, Master,”
Boomer eased his master’s concern.
"Oh, you will
shoot your big gun, I promise, my brave handsome beastie. You forget,
I'm a
cowboy," Billy bragged. The young cowboy rode
Boomer’s cock like the fine buckaroo he was. He could swear he heard
Hank
and Buck laughing their asses off and saying dirty, filthy, wonderful
cowboy things about his performance. Truth be known, Billy was putting
on a show, not only for his beast, but his cowboy brothers sitting at
their
station monitoring the video. Billy only wished he had his hat to wave
about as he rode Boomer’s enormous cock, but he consoled himself, there
would be other times.
Billy didn’t
slow down until he heard Boomer began his deep chant again. He knew he
was getting close, and kicked his ride up to the next level. He was
rising almost all the way off Boomer’s cock and slamming his ass back
down the length to hit the base hard. It took about eight massive slam
dunks on his beast’s cock and Boomer groaned like a soul lost on the
road to perdition; like the final ascension scene from Boito’s
“Mephistopheles.” Billy could feel his beast release his seminal fluid,
and gave three quick hard slams to the base of Boomer’s throbbing cock
to empty him.
Billy rolled to
his side, and Boomer accommodated him and followed. Once again they lay
together complimenting each other and softly speaking the words lovers
have said to
one another since mother nature dreamed up sex. Billy was exhausted,
and
began
to drift off to sleep. Boomer pulled the covers over them, and they
slept the peace-filled dreams of two animals in bond with each
other. Billy slept what was left of the fifteen hours with his beast
planted deep within his ass until the next morning when he had to
relieve
himself.
Hank came to get
them and offered their services for showering before breakfast.
Billy thanked him, but told him he would be husbanding his beast. They
withdrew, wished them well and a good day. Before they left,
Billy
told them he would be in touch. Hank smiled and nodded. Billy got his
beast into the shower and ordered him sit on the floor so he could
start on his top half first; but Boomer kept grabbing Billy around his
waist and sucking on his cock, until he finally had to stop and feed
his
beast his early morning allotment of cowboy cream. Boomer made moaning
sounds of ecstasy when Billy shot his load. They finally finished and
walked down the stairs, through the great halls, to the garden, where
they found Uncles Gregor
and Albrecht with the twins. There were big grins and some giggles, but
for the most part they were polite and mannerly. The twins ran to Billy
and Boomer
and were jubilant with hugs and kisses.
“We can sense
there are some things you wish to talk about before breakfast,” Uncle
Gregor said.
“Yes, sir, but I
also sense you already know about them,” Billy said.
“You’re right,
cowboy. We planned it that way, but we haven’t said anything to Castor
or Pollux,” Albrecht said, “You might want the twins to tell them,” he
added.
“Perfect,” Billy
said, “Come here, men,” Billy said and opened his arms for the twins.
They were in his big cowboy arms in an instant smothering him with hugs
and kisses. “Why ain’t you never said nothing to your master about
yore’ cowboy buddies here in the castle?” Billy asked.
“We felt sorry
for them, and didn’t have the heart to tell them we found us a cowboy
like them to become our master who would treat us like family,” Pollux
said, “We love Hank and Buck very much, Master Billy. They been really
good to us. We can go to them with anything, and they always have a
good
idea, or explain things we don’t understand. It will break our hearts
to
leave them, but we know we’ll be happy with you. We know they love us
enough, they would want the best for us,” he added.
“What would you
say if’n I’s to ask you, do you think I should make them my slaves so’s
they could go with us?” Billy asked and smiled.
“It would make
us very happy, Master. We couldn’t thank you enough. You would not be
disappointed, sir. Buck and Hank are two of the finest men we know, and
they know how to be good friends. They care about people, and stand up
for what they believe is right,” said Castor.
“They sound like
they might be a good addition to our family. I think I’ll take you
men’s advice and make them my slaves. Would you like to run tell them
to get ready. We have about thirty hours before we go through the
gate to Earth, and tell them to have their winged primate buddies
packed and ready to go, too. We’ll take them with us if they want to
come along, but they will have to agree to be my slaves, too,” Billy
said, “Oh, yes, and you may tell Hank and Buck you have my permission
to share yourselves with them if they like,” Billy said and grinned.
That got him more hugs, kisses, and thanks.
“Invite them to
have breakfast with us,” Gregor hollered after them as they were going
out of the garden. “I think our cowboy has a direct feed on what we’re
up to, brother,” he said to Albrecht.
“I agree. You
feel like sharing what else you know, Master Billy?” Albrecht asked.
“You have sums
of gold carefully measured out for each to represent their holdings
here, but in reality it is worth far more on Earth because
gold is a more common metal on your planet. Most of the gold on our
planet has been stripped over the centuries by aliens. You will keep
their
existing credits on the books in case they return for visits, or if
they
choose to return to stay,” Billy said. Boomer beamed at his young
master.
“How do you know
these things? We’ve not discussed them with anyone,” Albrecht asked.
“The twins and
my number one took me to meet a wonderful seer who showed me these
things,” Billy said.
“Madam Spartza?”
Gregor asked.
“Yes, sir, and
you arranged my meeting with her through the twins,” Billy added and
smiled.
“We did,”
Albrecht confirmed.
“Then you will
be looking out for her?” Billy asked.
“We will. She is
important to us. She will become important to you. Her companion, her
black man servant is on his way to the palace as we speak with some
information for you,” Uncle Gregor said.
“Ah, yes, the
handsome, Balthazar, with the interesting rings,” Billy said and
grinned.
“He is, indeed,
handsome,” agreed Uncle Gregor, and winked at him. They shared a laugh.
“But, he’s not
nearly as handsome as my beast, and after last evening, Boomer is the
very
most handsome beast for me,” Billy said.
“And you’re
taking another member of your new and growing family with you?”
Gregor asked and smiled at them.
“We are. A very
young Billy Augustus Daniels is resting quietly inside my good beast,
Uncle Gregor,” Billy confirmed, “I would like to become his first
birth parent, but I think I’m going to be so busy when we get back, I
won't have time for myself, let alone a wee bairn,” he added.
“A gentle cow
will make a fine birth mother for him, and you’ll have two old cowboys
for a perfect pair of great granddads to teach him how to be a man, to
rope and ride, the cowboy way, and
take him fishing. What more could a kid want?” Albrecht asked and
grinned.
"And the name 'Augustus' was your father's?" Uncle Gregor asked.
“Yes, sir,
Virgil Augustus Daniels. Will
he be all
right?” Billy replied and asked.
“Of course he’ll
be all right. . . depending upon what you mean by ‘all right,’” Gregor
said and grinned, having a good time teasing Billy.
“I don’t care.
However he turns out, he will be ours to love,” Billy said firmly.
“That’s the
cowboy spirit we come to love and appreciate, Son,” Uncle Albrecht said.
“And what made
you decide to give me the cowboys?” Billy asked.
“They been here
sixty or more of your Earth years, and have been faithful employees of
the
palace. They have always done an excellent job. Their work ethics and
attitudes have been exemplary. We’ll be sorry to lose them;
however, even though they never complain, we know their hearts are in
another
place. Because of their faithfulness, they’ve earned their return, and
their chance to become a part
of something greater than themselves. With you and your family,
they will have all they can handle and more. They will grow and evolve
into two of your strongest supporters and respected companions,” Uncle
Gregor replied.
“Will their
health stand up to Earth’s greater cosmic ray strength?” Billy asked.
“They will live
for centuries just like they are now unless they suffer some accident,
but we don’t foresee any,” Gregor said.
“We know nothing
about the winged primates,” Billy said.
“Trust us, they
will become your greatest treasures. You will wonder how you ever lived
so
long without them,” Albrecht said, but didn't elaborate.
"You will need immediate funds to provide for your family. As their
master, you
own everything they bring with them. You will be provided with all
their collective wealth as it will become your responsibility to see to
their well being. You are free to distribute funds to them for personal
needs and other things. The gold is in small unstamped coins that may
be sold to a reputable dealer. We will provide you with the name of one
in Houston, who knows of us, and understands our demands. He will not
cheat you, will give you top dollar, and will leave no trail back to
you when he processes the coins. You will not have to explain anything
to him. He will recognize the coins immediately,” Gregor said.
“Nick has some
nefarious ways to quickly accumulate wealth. Avail yourself of them,
and have no false conscience what you’re doing is illegal. If Nick uses
higher powers than those who have sucked money out of others by tilting
the odds in their favor, then they deserve to be bilked,” Albrecht
said,
and added, “When you’re dealing with huge gambling institutions on
Earth, the term ‘games of chance’ is an oxymoron,” Albrecht said.
“This is
beginning to sound like a lot of work -- business-like work, what I
ain’t used to. Other than taking cattle to auction, I know very little
about managing a ranch or other people’s lives,” Billy said.
“It will come.
You will learn. Do you remember nothing of your dreams, cowboy? Take it
one day at a time and learn to delegate. You
already have some good men who are eager to work with you, and it will
grow. Word will
get out, and you will have more people applying for work with you than
you ever imagined. You also have the talent and the means to winnow the
wheat from the chaff, and remember old birds are not caught with chaff,
only love and patience,” Uncle Gregor said and grinned. Billy got his
message.
About that time
the twins returned, each leading a fine looking older naked cowboy by
the hand. They came to Billy with tears in their eyes, and dropped to
their knees in front of him. Hank took Billy’s right boot, Buck took
his left, and they each kissed their respective boot. They took turns
pledging themselves to Billy as his slave. He held each man and shared
a kiss with them. The three men became aroused and so did everyone else
witnessing their exchange. It was a moving moment.
“Welcome aboard,
gentlemen. We got lots to do before we depart tomorrow morning,” Billy
said.
“We notified
Archie and Edith before we left our quarters, and they said they’d be
here as soon as possible. There...there they are now,” Buck said
pointing to the top of the towers of the palace. Two lovely primates
with the most gloriously beautiful colored wings came floating over the
castle walls and saw the men gathered in the garden below. They slowed
their descent until they gracefully touched down on the lawn. Hank and
Buck walked to them, hugged them, and gave them a kiss. They took them
by the hand and led them to their new master.
“Master Billy,
may we introduce Archie and his lovely mate Edith,” Hank said.
Billy stuck out
his hand and Archie took it in his much smaller hand, and spoke in a
soft, rather high pitched voice, “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir,” he
said and kissed the back of Billy’s hand. “When Hank called to tell us
the news, we never considered we might get to go with our friends,
but we would be thrilled to become your slaves and go with you to
Earth, sir,” Archie said. “This is my mate, Edith, Master Billy,” he
said and smiled sweetly.
Billy took
Edith’s small hand, and she blushed. She pulled herself together and
spoke, “It is good to meet you, Master Billy. We love Hank and Buck and
the twins so much it would break our hearts to be separated from them.
If Archie and I can become your slaves, and go to Earth with you, we
could be together. That would be wonderful, and we would work hard for
you to make your venture successful, sir,” Edith said, and she kissed
the back of Billy’s hand.
“I’m glad we’re
gathered here, because you all must understand the circumstances we’re
going into are quite primitive, and may be so for a while, until we can
make other arrangements. The weather is cold right now. There is snow
on the ground, but we have wood burning stoves and plenty of fuel to
keep us warm. While we have room, and can accommodate you, it will be
inconvenient for several days and we may have to remain in close
quarters until the current storm passes. If you’re
willing to rough it for a while, we will make it our number one goal to
see to it everyone has more comfortable accommodations as soon as
possible; however, your patience and cooperation will be very
necessary. Also any suggestions will be welcomed and considered,” Billy
said, “Oh, yes, and if you have clothing, the heavier the better, or if
you can get some, you might want to consider wearing it when we return
to Earth. It will help protect you from the cold,” he added.
“Hank and Buck,
I’m putting you in charge of getting Archie and Edith ready. If they
have any special dietary requirements it should be taken into
consideration and provided for, because our supplies at the cabin where
we’ll be staying, are limited. Help them move into the palace by
tonight,
so all we have to do in the morning is have a bite to eat, say our
goodbyes, and step through the portal. Oh, and one other thing, if it
ain’t absolutely essential leave it behind, but bring your grooming
equipment. Your master may have need of your expert services from time
to time,” Billy said like a man on a mission. His take charge attitude,
and consideration for details, didn’t pass the attention of the
Knight’s
what say ‘nee’, and they smiled at each other.
A messenger came
into the garden and approached Gregor and Albrecht, “Your eminences
there is a large black man at the guard’s gate asking for an audience
with Master Billy,” he said.
“Go to him and
bring him here to the garden, Goodswain,” Albrecht said.
“Yes, sir, right
away, sir,” the young palace cadet said.
Everyone was
excited, talking about getting ready to relocate to Earth. Billy was
asking questions about his slaves legality. “Not to worry. We will have
a folder prepared for each of your slaves with all their information
and history. There will be official documents they are your slaves and
there will be copies of Earth documents you may either keep in
your possession, or file with state and county officials, if you feel
the need,” Albrecht explained.
The young cadet
returned followed by the handsome Balthazar. He bowed to everyone,
walked to Billy, and fell to his knees to pay homage to him. Billy
allowed him to kiss his boots and order him up into his arms to share
his love with him. They shared a kiss, which raised several penises to
full salute. “Thank you for taking your valuable time to see me, Master
Billy. My mistress instructed me to bring you this,” Balthazar said and
handed Billy a red leather photograph folder.
Billy carefully
opened it, and there was a beautiful picture of Madam Spartza in
all her beauty, and a small, very neatly written note: Dear Master
Billy, The photo needs no explanation. I had a dream about you, and in
it, I saw the following numbers: 03 21 33 40 45 36, and the words Mega
Lotto.
I
have no idea
what they mean, but I thought you might. It seemed important for me to
get them to you before you departed Retikki Prime. Have a safe trip
home, and when you return, please
come visit. Sincerely, your friend, Eva Spartza.
“Thank you,
Balthazar, can you stay a while and have something to eat with us?”
Billy asked.
“It’s really
kind of you to ask, Master Billy, I very much appreciate your kind
offer, but please don’t be disappointed if I
decline. I feel I must return to my mistress, sir. She sent me straight
away this morning before I had time to prepare her morning meal,”
Balthazar replied.
“I certainly
understand. Give her my best, Balthazar, and tell her I know what the
numbers mean, and I can’t thank her enough. She has unwittingly
provided handsomely for me and my new family’s well being. Tell her I
am most flattered by her picture, and I will put it in a prominent
place of honor where those who might visit my alien guest will surely
see it. Tell her I will look forward to visiting with her again when I
return. Now, you handsome devil, share your love with me one more time
before you leave,” Billy demanded. Balthazar grinned and moved toward
Billy. Once again Balthazar and Billy hugged and kissed.
“Thank you for
your gentility and kindness to me and my mistress, Master Billy. Come
back to Retikki Prime soon and often,” he said, turned, and was
escorted back to the palace gate by the young cadet.
Food
arrived and everyone sat down for their morning meal. In their society
on Retikki Prime, there is no segregation between slaves, freemen, and
those of high office, like Uncle Gregor and Uncle Albrecht. Often they
would have other council members join them, but no one ever said a word
about sharing a meal with workers or slaves. There were protocols and
manners to adhere to, but for the most part, meals were relaxed and
social.
Talk was lively
around the table that morning with everything that was happening, but
it
was not without a few laughs.
“Did you
gentlemen monitor our nephew and his Master’s evening last night,
sirs?” Uncle Gregor asked Hank and Buck with a raised eyebrow and a
grin.
“Indeed we did,
sir, and we videoed the entire evening. We worked several hours editing
after they retired for the night, and finished early this
morning before we retired. We were still in bed when the twins came to
tell us the news and jumped in bed with us,” Hank replied.
“And how did it
turn out?” Albrecht asked.
“Excellent, sir,
we'll get your copy to you after breakfast, and you may see for
yourself. We think you will be pleased. We were certainly impressed
with our new master. Ain’t no doubt in me and ma’ brother’s mind,
Master
Billy is a gen-u-wine cowboy,” Buck replied and shook his head in awe.
“Good, we’ll
look forward to seeing it,” Uncle Gregor said.
Billy was quiet
for a few minutes. He was enjoying the camaraderie of the banter around
the table and
the feeling of support and goodness from his new family. He almost
dreaded going back to Earth; however, Billy grew up the
couple of days he spent on
Retikki Prime and learned to gracefully accept the large responsibility
thrust upon him. He
knew when he passed through the gate his days of being a carefree
young cowboy were over, and his life as an adult would begin. He was
understandably apprehensive, but he was not overwhelmed. He gathered
his team. At a glance, they appeared to be a rag-tag group of misfits,
but Billy felt certain the Knights that say 'nee' would not have
arranged for him to have these folks if each were not an important key
to the future. He only had to learn
how best to manage their individual talents.
End Chapter 4 ~
Him Who Made The Seven Stars
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~ Waddie Greywolf
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03/06/2012
* twaddle-knockers ~ a casual shoe made of soft but durable synthetics
similar to Crocs.