Him
Who
Made The Seven Stars
By
Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter
40
"No,
Time,
thou
shalt
not
boast
that I do change: Thy pyramids built up with
newer might to me are nothing novel, nothing strange; They are
but
dressings of a former sight. Our dates are brief, and therefore
we
admire what thou dost foist upon us that is old; And rather make
them
born to our desire than think that we before have heard them
told. Thy
registers and thee I both defy, not wondering at the present nor
the
past, for thy records and what we see doth lie, made more or
less by
thy continual haste. This I do vow and this shall ever be; I
will be
true despite thy scythe and thee." Billy Bob Shakespeare
(Stratford on
the Guadalupe)
That
evening, at
the line cabin, was one of the most memorable Billy and his
immediate
personal family spent together. Billy and Nick focused their
love on
Jethro, Pollux and Castor, with a healthy dollop for Boomer.
Once
again, Hank and Buck's magic herbs did the trick of getting
everyone
relaxed and in an amorous mood. It also made them so relaxed,
Jethro
and the halflings were forced to put aside their growing anxiety
over
the coming deadline, and they got a good night's sleep.
* * * * * *
*
Bubba was
quiet
as he drove Jack back to his ranch to get his SUV and return to
town.
It was another powerful day at the Daniels' ranch, and Jack was
reflecting
on different aspects when he suddenly broke their silence,"Is
we'uns
gonna' be brothers or is'n we ain't?"
Jack asked firmly in his best cowboy lingo.
Bubba put
the
back of his hand to his mouth and laughed at the well educated
man's
language. "I dang sure hope so, Jack. It's jes' like you said,
ever'
damn time you turn a corner they's something new and wonderful
to
investigate, how one discovery leads into another, and how they
come to
be a part of Billy Daniels' world. It's like being drawn into
the event
horizon of a black hole. I find myself being pushed and pulled
into it
like a vortex I ain't got no control over. I ain't a' scared of
it
though, but I think I'm gonna' need me a big brother to share
them new
things with and help me keep my perspective. It might as well be
a man
what knows how to speak cowboy. The fact he's a pret-damn good
attorney
and a fine look'n buckaroo don't hurt none neither," Bubba said
with a
grin.
"I'm an
attorney
only for the legal stuff, Brother, my friendship is pro bono,"
Jack
said.
"Is that
lawyer
talk for you got a big cock, and I gotta' suck it when I need
advice?"
Bubba asked eagerly.
Jack damn
near
fell out of the truck laughing, "No, Bubba! It means there ain't
no
charge for me being a big brother for you," Jack managed to get
out.
"I knew
that! I
knew that!" Bubba exclaimed quickly, lying through his teeth,
"Damn, I
was kinda hope'n it t'were the other," he added and they shared
a laugh.
"Do you
need me
to stay with you tonight?" Jack asked.
"Naw,
nothing's
gonna' happen this e'nin. Elmer done told me it would take
twenty four
hours before I begin to fledge. I appreciate the offer, but I
done got
an obligation for this e'nin. I'll be sleeping wiff' my watcher
in the
loft of the barn with five other watchers doing what they do
best --
watching," Bubba said and chuckled, "The memories of my time on
Retikki
Prime come flooding back into my mind after them words my uncle
said;
especially, after I saw Brute this afternoon in line with them
other
watchers waiting to be milked. I got a big lump in my throat the
size
of a baseball, what I cain't seem to swallow," he added and
wiped away
a tear, "`Sides, I ain't got a room fixed up in the big house
for
having no guest right now. My old bed is fresh, `cause h'it
ain't been
slept in since I left the ranch; howsomever, the springs is worn
out
and it makes a racket like a rusty old windmill in a West Texas
twister; plus, because of my size, it's got a fast feedback to
the
middle," Bubba lamented.
"That could
be
fun," Jack allowed, and they shared another laugh.
"I think
first
on my list of things to do after I find `Helen' and crank her
up, is to
travel into Brady to that big furniture store on the square, and
buy me
some new furniture for the house. If I'm gonna' have me a new
`aunt,'
no matter what make or model she is, I wanna' get her
advice on what to buy and how to make the place comfortable. If
I'm
gonna' live here, I want it to look nice and be a respectable
place
I'll be happy to come home to," Bubba declared.
"I wanna'
be
here when you go hunt'n for Helen, Bubba. Yore' big brother's
got a
right to be one of the first to meet our new aunt," Jack said
and
grinned.
"Hey,
that's
right, since you's ma' brother, Helen would be your aunt, too.
It's a
done deal, bro! When can you get away so's we can go hunt'n the
wild
Aunt Helen, together?" Bubba asked. They both laughed.
"Any day of
the
week. Hell, I'm a small town lawyer, Bubba. I make my own hours
and
them what needs me in a hurry's got my answering service to
call. They
get in touch with me immediately," Jack said.
"I can't do
much
of anything until Wednesday, Bro. I got to go get my things from
Earl's
family's bunkhouse Monday morning and probably spend some time
with
him. Tuesday I got to get all the utilities and mail put into my
name.
How's Wednesday morning for you?" Bubba asked.
"I ain't
got
nothing scheduled. Judge LaFleur said he wanted to speak with me
in his
private chambers at the Court House, but I can do that Monday or
Tuesday. Wednesday morning would be good. Maybe we could spend
the day
together," Jack said.
"I'd like
that a
lot, Jack. Why don't I drive in, pick you up, and I'll buy us
breakfast
at 'Willow Creek'"? Bubba asked, "I ain't been shopping, and I
ain't
got shit around here to eat other than watcher milk and a box of
grape-nuts," he added.
"Good plan.
We
gotta' eat. A cowboy's gotta' keep up his strength if'n he's
gonna' go
off hunt'n the wild Aunt Helen," Jack said and laughed. Bubba
laughed
with him.
"I'll call
ya'
Tuesday night, then," Bubba said.
They pulled
into
the compound of Bubba's ranch and saw Brute sitting on the steps
of the
front porch waiting for them. One by one, the other five
watchers
appeared. "Fine looking family we got `tere, Brother," Jack
said.
"Trust me,
I
seen worse. You ain't never seen Earl's family," Bubba said, and
they
shared a laugh, "As a matter of fact, I's downright proud to
have them
fine look'n critters share my space with me; especially, my
handsome
Brute," Bubba said.
"I hear
that, he
is a hunk, no doubt," Jack replied.
"Think you
might
want a protector, some day?" Bubba asked.
"I got me a
feeling I may not have a choice in the matter, Bro," Jack
replied.
"I wouldn't
bet
agin it, sir," Bubba said, "I think we's just started up the
hill on
the roller-coaster run at the Daniels' ranch, and once you's
committed,
and the first car hit's them cogs, they ain't no back'n out
until the
ride's over," he added.
"I agree,
but
you know what?" Jack asked.
"What,
Bro?"
Bubba asked in reply.
"I ain't
afraid
of the ride, neither. While being an attorney is a high profile
position in our community and folks look up to you, once you
know the
job and do it day in and day out, it becomes deadly dull and
boring --
except in your case. I become a well paid zombie what knows his
job so
well he can do it sleep walking. I need something right now to
bring me
back to life. I wanna' be sit'n as close to the front of that
ride as I
can get," Jack replied.
"I'll be
sit'n
in the seat right behind you, Brother," Jack said firmly, and
they
shook on it.
Bubba and
Jack
got out of the truck, spoke to the watchers, and they greeted
the
men in return. "You men get enough to eat over to the Daniels'
ranch?"
Bubba asked.
"Yes, sir,"
the
largest watcher spoke for them, "and we got milked, but they
give us
four different kinds of sweet fruits to enjoy. They're real good
to
us," he said and they smiled.
"Damn, I
saw my
slave in line. I guess I won't get me no milk this e'nin," Bubba
lamented
and winked at Jack.
"I told
them to
leave some for my master," Brute said and smiled.
"That was
thoughtful, Brute, I appreciate it," Bubba said, "I could shore'
use
some a' your sweet milk this e'nin," he added.
"I better
get
underway. We had a full day, and I'm a mite tuckered," Jack
said.
Bubba
walked
Jack to his SUV and opened the door for him. Jack got in and
lowered
the
window to say goodbye. "You going to church tomorrow morning
with the
Daniels' family?" he asked.
"I's
think'n on
it. You going?" Bubba asked.
"I think
we's
both expected as part of their family," Jack replied.
"I agree,"
Bubba
said, `I'll call you in the morning and let you know when I'm
leaving
the ranch. Wait for me outside, and we'll sit together. I
understand
Billy's taking something like fifty cowboy slaves as his family
-- to
say nothing of his staff, his extended family, and his immediate
family. We'll be lucky to get a seat," Bubba said.
"Yeah, I
heard
him say this will be the first public showing of his slaves and
extended family to the community. It should be an interesting
morning.
Service starts at eleven. Try to meet me as close to ten-thirty
as you
can, hoss," Jack said.
"Will do,
Brother," Bubba agreed.
They said
their
goodbyes and Jack drove down the compound road to the blacktop
and
headed back into town. Bubba sat on the front steps of the house
and
jawed with the watchers and his slave for a while. "So everyone
got a
chance to eat and be milked over to the Daniels' place?" Bubba
asked.
"We done
rotations. Some of us even got to enjoy parts of the concert. We
love
the music," the big one said, and the others agreed.
"I don't
know
we's gonna' need you to guard the place all the time, but I
appreciate
your help. Later we might not need so many, and you can go back
to your
lives if you like, but you and your brothers are always welcome
to roam
and forage on this ranch," Bubba said.
"Thanks,
Master
Bubba. It makes it easier on us and our long-leg brothers. They
can't
disappear like us. Sometimes we can help them disappear, but if
we
ain't got a hand on `em they reappear and find themselves in
danger,"
the big one said.
Bubba
decided to
turn in early and took Randy's advice. He decided to shower
first in
the big house, wear his boots, and a bathrobe out to the barn.
He was
also sure his slave would want to clean him again anyway. Bubba
decided
he wouldn't put up an argument. He never experienced anything so
relaxing and sensual in his life. `A renewable resource,
indeed,' he
thought repeating Randy's comment to himself, and smiled. `I
like that
boy,' he thought.
<< He
likes you, too, Master, >> he heard in his head, <<
Randy
loves big cowboys, >> Brute added.
<<
I'll be
out to the barn in a little bit, Brother. Save me a place in the
loft
next to you, >> Bubba send back.
<<
There
will always be a place next to Bubba's Brute for his master,
sir,
>> Brute replied and smiled.
Bubba
reached up
and gently caressed the fur around Brute's face, and the huge
beast
started to purr. "I remember our time together on Retikki Prime,
Brute," Bubba said out loud.
"Your uncle
tripped your switch?" he asked.
"Yes, he
did.
Bits and pieces are coming back to me, but mainly you -- how
good and
loving you were to me as a young boy," Bubba replied, "I's a
grown man
now, Brute. I'm old enough to return your love," he added.
"Brute will
be
here when you need him, Master," the big beast said quietly.
"How `bout
for
the rest of my life?" Bubba asked.
"Certainly
that
long, and perhaps, even longer," Brute replied.
"I won't
ask. I
don't wanna' know. Save it for later -- if ever. I get's spooked
when I
get too much information too quick. Go, and I'll join you in a
few
minutes," Bubba said.
"Don't use
soap,
Master. It tastes strong of bad chemicals, harsh to my Master's
skin
and Brute's tongue. Kills taste and ruins the delicious flavor
of my
master's body. Brute's tongue and cleaning power much better and
more healing," he said.
"Okay, I
promise, I will listen to my slave -- no soap," Bubba said as he
walked
up the stairs and into the house.
* * * * * *
*
Jethro
didn't
morph into his human form while he was at the line cabin. He was
true
to his word to his workers and staff; he wouldn't morph until
the very
last moment before guests were scheduled to arrive, and that
wasn't
until after two in the afternoon. The Daniels never served
Sunday
dinner until one, and sometimes, depending on the number of
guests, it
could run later than an hour to feed everyone. Billy promised he
would
send his watcher about thirty minutes before he and his party
would
transport to the ship. Jethro was up
before the crack of dawn and so were his halfling helpers. They
quietly
dressed and transported back to the ship to start their day, and
the
last leg of their journey. His assistants had a
huge mug of steaming hot coffee for their demon boss and smaller
mugs
for his halfling assistants. It didn't take Cass and Poly long
to learn
the added benefits of caffeine the dark fluid provided, rapidly
waking
them to jolt their brains into operating quicker. Surprisingly,
there
wasn't a lot of fuss or confusion. Things were going smoothly.
Jethro
breathed a sigh and said a word of thanks for his master making
him
relax and get a good night's sleep. He was awake and strong in
his
resolve; he and his staff would have a good day.
* * * * * *
*
Billy woke
up
sandwiched between his pa and his husband. He smiled to himself
how
lucky he was to have two such devoted creatures in bed with him.
His
heart was full, and he looked forward to a good day. He couldn't
go
back to sleep, so he got up and made a pot of coffee. The aroma
of the
coffee woke his family, and they crawled out of bed to wander
about
naked, bumping into each other, scratching their butts, and
following
the wonderful smell. Boomer was another recent convert to
drinking
coffee.
By the time they
dressed, enjoyed a couple of cups of coffee, and talked about
the day
for a while, it was time to transport to the ranch house for
breakfast.
They arrived and everyone was waiting for them. The family was
dressed
in their finest Sunday go-to-meet'n Western clothes, with their
hair
combed, and their boots polished. Billy thought his family was a
fine
looking group of folks. The ladies were dressed in their
brightest
spring outfits. Billy and Nick were as well turned out as any of
the
other cowboys. Dorcas walked up to them and pinned a Bluebonnet
blossom
to their western shirts. Each blossom was tied to a small safety
pin
with small blue ribbon to hide the pin.
"What's
this?"
Billy asked.
"Everyone
is
wearing one so the folks will know we're all members of the
Highland
Shire and represent the Daniels' ranch. It was the ladies idea,"
Tron
answered Billy, frowned, and waggled his thumb next to his side
not to
say anything cute.
Billy grinned and winked at him. "I love the
idea," Billy enthused, "Don't you, Pa?" Billy asked elbowing
Nick and
nodding his head `yes.'
"Absolutely!
I
love it -- I'm hungry," Nick replied like Tommy Lee Jones
reading a bad
script, and the men laughed.
"Have our
cowboys and cowgirls been given money for the collection plate?"
Billy
asked.
"Yes, sir,
Master Billy, per your instructions, they were each given a five
dollar
bill," Dociean replied, "They wanted to know why they have to
pay to go
to church?" he said.
"I'm still
trying to figure that one out myself. What did you tell them,
Brother?"
Billy asked.
"That it's
considered an offering and not a payment," Dociean replied.
"You think
they
bought it?" Billy asked and laughed.
"I guess.
They
didn't ask anymore questions, sir," Dociean replied and smiled.
"How many
are
going with us?" Billy asked.
"Fifty,
sir.
Twenty-five cowboys and twenty-five cowgirls," Dociean replied.
"Good,
that's an
even spread," Billy said, "That should give our sleepy little
town
something to talk about for a couple of days," he said and
grinned
wickedly.
About that
time,
the smallest buckaroo came running into the kitchen followed
closely by
his sister. They ran to Billy for hugs and kisses. The
Rutherfords
arrived for breakfast. They got pinned with Bluebonnets as well.
It was
like becoming a member of a secret club for the young ones. If
the
truth were known, it felt very much the same to the older
cowboys as
well, and cowboys do love themselves a secret. They wouldn't
dare tell
another soul, because then, it wouldn't be a secret no more.
There was much
merriment and laughter around the breakfast table, and everyone
seemed
to be enjoying themselves. Boomer was a bit down because Billy
decided
not to take him with them to church. Even when he morphed into
cowboy
form, the seats were too small, and made him uncomfortable.
Billy told
him to transport to the ship, and see if he could do anything to
help.
He could return after an hour or so, and they should be back by
then.
Billy didn't think going to church he would need his protector;
besides, he had several others with him. Balthazar was concerned
about
going along. He heard there were prejudices against black
skinned
people. "Are you my faithful slave and protector?" Billy asked.
"Certainly,
Master Billy. So say I. Mean'n no disrespect, sir, but you know
better
than to ask," Balthazar replied.
"Agreed! So
say
I! I wouldn't go without you, my handsome slave. If you ain't
welcome,
your master ain't welcome. Simple as `zat. Just make damn sure
you's
wear'n one of them pretty little Bluebonnet pins. I wouldn't
want
nobody think'n you ain't an important part of the Daniels'
family and
might try to steal you away from me," Billy said and grinned.
"I have my
flower, Master," Balthazar said and smiled.
"Good. Wear
it
with pride, Brother," Billy encouraged him.
Everyone
pitched
in to clean up the kitchen after breakfast, and it was done in
no time.
They had a little time before they left for the church. They
brought up
the new school bus they hadn't even used yet, and it would seat
fifty
people. They planned to use the ranch vans from the Breedlove
and Tate
ranches and the Daniels' family ranch wagon. Billy wanted to
review his
troops. They were all patiently waiting on the planted patio
outside
the bunkhouse. Billy took one look at them and got the biggest
grin on
his face. He turned to look at his uncle, Tron Garrett, Moss,
and
Enoch. "They turned-out pert-damn good. Ain't a bad look'n one
among
`em," he said, "Where's Orville?"
he asked.
"In the
bunkhouse, Master Billy," a couple of Orville's handlers said.
"Clyde! Go
with
these men. Have his other two helpers remove his slave gear and
you
dress him for me. Full buckaroo outfit. He's going to church
wiff' us.
Oh, yes, and tell his other two handlers to get ready, too. We
got room
for three more," Billy said.
"Right
away,
Master Billy," Clyde said and clomped off in his big heavy
buckaroo
boots followed closely by Orville's other two handlers. Billy
just
shook his head and grinned real big. Since Clyde came to the
ranch, he
really got into the cowboy persona. He could walk the walk and
talk the
talk with the best of them. It didn't take them long to remove
Orville's plug, harness, and cock cage. Clyde winged-up and in
an
instant Orville was dressed like any other buckaroo. He was
thrilled he
was getting to be included in the family outing. He certainly
didn't
expect it. If nothing else, he came to appreciate the
impulsiveness of
his young master and learned there was a kind and somewhat
romantic
core to his nature; however, on the other hand, he didn't think
he ever
wanted to make the mistake of trying Billy Daniels' patience.
Orville
came out
of the bunk house with a big smile on his face. He went to kneel
before
Billy, but his master beat him to the draw and took him into his
arms
before he got the chance. "Damn, old man, you make a pert-damn
decent
looking buckaroo," Billy praised him and kissed him on his
cheek.
Orville broke into tears. "There, there, cowboy! Ain't no need
for
tears. It's Easter, the beginning of spring with the promise of
new
life. You get a break from your slave gear today, but later this
e'nin
things go back like they were. I'll just bet yore' boy would
gladly
give you a hand and put it back for you, if'n you's to ask him
right nice-like," Billy said and grinned.
"Will Bubba
be
at church, Master Billy?" Orville asked.
"I'd say
it's a
pretty sure bet, Pod'na,'" Billy said, "Someone get Orville a
Bluebonnet pin so's they know he's part of the Daniels family,"
Billy
ordered and Dorcas was there with a shoe box full of them. She
was
taking
them along to pin those who were meeting them at church.
"Thank you,
sir,
I appreciate the opportunity. I just hope the church don't fall
down
when I walk through the doors," Orville said.
"As long as
you's on Bubba's arm, ya' ain't got nothing to worry about,
Pops,"
Billy said, grinned, and winked at him. Orville laughed.
"C'moan,
let's get you flowered. I'll find a vehicle for you and your
four
handlers,
and we'll take off, but first, I got a word to say to the
gathered," he said.
Billy stood
on
one of the stone benches outside the bunkhouse and bid them to
gather
round. "We're taking you to church with us. You have been
indoctrinated
and taught the different religions on Earth. It is only one of
many
useless traditions on our planet which have become customary,
especially
in smaller more rural towns. Remember, each of you is a member
and
representative of the Billy Daniels' family. Be courteous and
polite
but don't get caught up in the myth of religion. Enjoy the
service and
those of you who can sing don't be afraid to join in and enjoy
the
pleasure of singing some wonderful melodies. Relax, be
congenial, well
met, but enjoy yourselves and have a good time. It's spring
which
brings the promise of new life, and a time to rededicate
ourselves to
our project," Billy said, held up his arm with a closed fist and
yelled, "Hosanna!"
Everyone,
including his family, raised their arms with a fist and shouted,
"Hosanna, in the highest!"
There was a
large caravan heading down the drive to exit the ranch. Bubba
was
almost to the Daniels gate when they started coming out. He
slowed down
to a stop, smiled, and waved. Billy stopped the van he was
driving and
motioned for Bubba to pull over to the side of the road. The big
cowboy
moved his truck over, but left the motor running. Billy held up
one
finger for him to wait a minute. He went to the back of the van
and
opened the double doors. "Jump out, Pops, yore' boy is waiting
for
you,"
Billy said and grinned. Orville got the biggest smile on his
face and
exited the back of the van. Billy watched Bubba's face light up
like a
Christmas tree, and he got a smile on his face as wide as Texas.
He
gave Billy the okay-thumbs up salute as Orville half-walked,
half-ran
to Bubba's truck. Bubba reached over, opened the door, and
offered the
older man his hand. Orville took it, and Bubba pulled him up
into
the seat next to him.
"Hey, Dad,
good
to see you!" Bubba threw his arm around Orville and pulled him
close
for a
big wet sloppy cowboy kiss on his cheek. Orville laughed and
blushed
like a school
boy. "Your master's a thoughtful cuss, ain'nee?" Bubba
asked.
Orville
broke
into tears, and Bubba handed him his bandanna. Orville told him
of
Billy's last minute decision to include him in the family's
Easter trip
to church, and how overwhelmed he was by Billy's graciousness.
He told
Bubba they removed his slave gear and cage, but he understood it
was
only temporary. It must be reinstalled when he got back to the
ranch.
"Master Billy said he wouldn't mind if you wanted to give me a
hand
with it, Son," Orville said and smiled.
Bubba
whinged,
took his right hand off the steering wheel, adjusted his big
cock which
was filling with blood so fast it got caught in a cramped
position, and
was quickly becoming uncomfortable. "Damnation, Dad, just the
thought
of helping you rips me a new asshole and just made my old hoss
awful
damned uncomfortable for a moment," Bubba said, smiled wickedly,
and
winked at Orville.
Orville
showed
him his cock was at full salute. "Y'ain't the only one, Son,"
Orville
said and laughed. "Will I get to sit with you in church?" he
asked.
"Shore! Why
not?
I expect to see Billy sitting with his slaves around him. He
wouldn't a' sent you to my truck if he didn't want us to be
together.
If you want my honest opinion, I think he's hope'n me and you
will
bond. He told me you needed me, and I done told him I shore' as
hell
need you, Pops," Bubba said and smiled,"I need a dad to teach me
to
fuck him just the way he likes, and teach him the way it feels
best for
his boy," Bubba said getting them both hotter than a blown
radiator cap
on a warm summer's day, "I done told you, I's the right cowboy
for the
job," Bubba added.
"I believe
you,
Son. You know what, Bubba?" Orville asked.
"What,
Pops?"
Bubba asked.
"I grown so
used
to my butt plug, I feel empty without it. Now I know what a
woman must
feel like suffering from postpartum depression," Orville said
and
smiled.
"Postpartum
what?" Bubba asked.
"Some women
have
a deep sadness after giving birth to their baby because they no
longer
carry it in their body. A mother can get really depressed if she
goes
too long without help," Orville explained.
"That's
exactly
the way you should feel, now you ain't wearing yore' plug --
like you's
missing something. That's the way Master Billy wants you to
feel. He's
slowly training you to feel comfortable with a big cock up yore'
ass.
That ain't no bad thing, and that's just the way I want you to
feel
after I fuck you real good, too; however, you won't have to
worry none
about going into no depression. If I get the slightest notion
you's
hurt'n bad for some more of my big cock to fill you up again,
you'll
get some pert-damn quick! I'll fuck you so good and hard, I'll
chase
away them screaming green meanies, and I won't stop until I see
a big
ol' smile come across your handsome face," Bubba bragged.
"You're a
good
son, Bubba," Orville said quietly.
"I'm
falling in
love with you, Orville," Bubba said.
"God help
me, I
never thought I'd tell another man I love him, but there ain't
no doubt
in my mind, I'm falling in love with you, too, Son," Orville
said, "I'm
a lucky slave to have found you, Bubba," he added.
"I think it
was
planned for us to get together, Dad, and I think Master Billy
knows
more'n he lets on sometimes. He may be young, but he's brilliant
when
it comes to dealing with people," Bubba said.
* * * * * * *
They were a
little late getting to the church with Bubba having to wait for
the
last of the caravan to exit the ranch, but he didn't care. It
gave him
a chance to talk with Orville and get to know him a little
better. Jack
was waiting for them when they pulled into the church parking
lot. Jack
saw Orville and Bubba together at the ranch, but he never met
the big
slave. Bubba introduced them. "Jack, I'd like you to meet my new
slave
friend what I'm think'n on adopting as my dad. This is Orville
Higginbothem and Orville this is my attorney and big brother,
Jack
McCormick," Bubba said.
Jack took
his
hand, and they shook. "Good to meet you, Mr. Higginbothem, if
you're
gonna' become part of Bubba's extended family just call me
Jack," Jack
said.
"Thank you,
sir,
but slave protocol insists I must call you Master Jack, but
please call
me Orville or Pops, whichever you prefer," Orville said and
smiled.
"C'moan,
Brother, we gotta' go over and get us a fly'er like them
Bluebonnets my
Pa's wear'n. It's to signify we's a part of the Daniels'
family," Bubba
said and grabbed Jack by one arm and Orville with his other. As
the
ladies were busy pinning Bluebonnet blooms on the rest of the
men,
everyone was talking and enjoying a good word before going into
the
church.
Even the
LaFleurs came over and got Bluebonneted. Cody was running from
cowboy
to cowboy for hugs and kisses. He didn't know Orville was a
slave and
ran up to him and practically jumped into his arms. He hugged
and
kissed the big man on his cheek, and wished him a happy Easter.
Orville
returned his affections and wished him the same. The boy's dad,
Wesley,
saw what was going on, and a look of horror spread across his
face. He
knew Orville was a lifetime punishment slave for attempted
murder.
Wesley
started
to go for Cody, but his dad put his hand out to hold him back.
"Easy,
Son. He ain't hurt'n Cody none. In fact, old Orville looks
pert-damn
good to be a lifetime slave cowboy. All them other boys went up
to him
for a hug and a kiss, and wished him a happy Easter. Cody's just
following his big brother's lead. Orville's changing Son, and if
a man
can change for the better, more power to him. I want to watch
his
development closely and see how Billy Daniels' treatment of his
slaves
compares with our modern day corporate prisons," Judge LaFleur
said to
his son, "It looks like to me, Billy's allowed Orville to take a
day
off from being a punishment slave, to join his family, and be
with a
young man what's taken a shine to his slave. Billy thinks
Orville's
falling
in love with him -- there, that's him -- see that big cowboy
next to
him wear'n the big white hat, Bubba Kirkendall?" the judge
asked.
"Yeah, I
see
him. I know Bubba. Big som'bitch," Wesley replied, "You mean
Bubba's
--?"
"He's the
one --
a young boy in the body of a mature man -- a sweet,
uncomplicated,
unsoiled man, what's never known the love of another," the judge
said
wistfully.
"You mean
-- two
men -- sexually, Dad?" Wesley asked.
"Don't
sound so
naive, boy. I done raised you better'n 'nat. Of course men pair
off and
women pair off, too. In prisons men and women have no other
sexual
outlets. They's faced with hard realities when they find
themselves in
a small cell behind bars. Wild animals do it. It's
part of nature and evolution. It's just another part of life
what most
people choose to either ignore or look the other way. Me? I'm
too damn
curious. I have to know about these things for myself, and with
the
world the way it is, I would strongly urge you to do the same,
so's you
can best know how to answer sensitive questions my grandson will
surely
come to you and ask about. If you lie to the boy or beat around
the
bush, he will one day learn the truth and resent you for not
being
honest with him. I was always honest with you, and never tried
to hide
nothing from you," the judge told his son.
"Don't I
know
it," Wesley said firmly and cringed at the thought, "You used to
embarrass the shit out of me talking openly about animal sex as
well as
human sexuality and reproduction. After listening to you, I
wanted to
crawl under a big
rock and stay there for hours," Wesley said and laughed.
"Look,
don't
talk to me about being embarrassed about anything. It's all a
matter of
perspective. When I got the job of being judge of this county
you were
only three years old. Part of the reason I got the job was
because I
married your mother whose maiden name was Price. Her daddy is
your
granddaddy, Leland Price, one of the biggest ranchers in the
adjacent
county. Old Leland is a Texas cowboy to the bone and a huge man.
Damned
if you didn't grow up to look and act just like him. I never
learned
until years later, it was because of Leland Price I got the job
as
county judge. He called in some favors he'd done for another man
what
become governor of the state. For the first
several years we lived in an old house on their
ranch. You got to see your grandparents every day and spent as
much
time with them as us. You and old Leland bonded from an early
age. You
were, and still are, the apple of your granddaddy's eye. I never
begrudged Leland and Maude the time you spent with them. Old
Leland
taught me many things about life and love my daddy never took
the time
to tell me.
"After I got some money saved up, we bought the ranch you're
living on now. You took to ranching like a duck to water. By the
time
you was in high school, you were running our ranch, and making
more
money as a part time rancher than I was as a judge of the
county. You'd
get up at three in the morning and put in a good days work
before you
ever stepped on the bus to ride to school. The
only
real
argument we ever had was, I wanted you to go to college and
study law,
but you had other ideas. You wanted to study ranch management
and
agriculture. I was blind and couldn't understand the influence
old
Leland had on you over the years, or the strong loving bond you
developed for each
other.
"I
remember any number of nights you and I would spend in the barn
waiting
for a calf to be born. I
seen you run
your arm into an old cow up to your shoulder to grab hold of a
calf's
front legs what breeched in its mother's womb, pull him around,
hook a
slip knot rope around them attached to a calf puller and crank
him out
of his mother. You got so good at it, your granddaddy and
neighbors for
miles around would call you when they had a problem, and you
made extra
money helping them.
It
was one of them nights, I realized I had to give
up my dream for you and let you live your own dream. Once I did,
everything seemed to fall into place. Son, it's my firm belief,
you
were born to be a cowboy. My point to all
this is, just like you're a good husband-man to your animals,
what you
do on the ranch ain't much different from how some men husband
other
men. It's all a matter of perspective. I think your granddaddy
had some
influence on you in that area, `cause I noticed a change in you
after
you finished college and got married. As time went on, such
things
didn't bother you so much," the judge said.
"You're
right,
Dad. Granddad Lee done taught me somethings about life and about
my
attitudes toward others not quite like myself or those I live
around.
Today, I can listen to some strange shit, but h'it don't bother
me
none," Wesley bragged.
"Good,
`cause I
done made reservations for ringside seats for you and me the
night
Bubba fucks Orville for the first time," the judge said and
grinned
from ear to ear.
"You what?"
Wesley exclaimed.
"You heard
me. I
won't deny I'm curious, but it's mostly for research I plan to
do into
the difference in a working ranch slave in contrast to men
locked away
in cells behind bars. I got me a first-hand opportunity to
investigate, observe, and compare for a book I plan to write
on the subject. Bubba and Orville? They's both virgins to man
sex.
Orville's a straight man what ain't never been butt-fucked, and
Bubba's
never fucked nobody, man or woman. It will be a grand opening
for
Orville. He'll lose his cherry and Bubba will lose his
virginity. You
gotta' admit, it'll beat the hell out of roller derby or
professional
wrestling on TV," LaFleur said and laughed.
"I'll get
back
to you on that," Wesley tried to shy away.
"Nope. Not
this
time. You owe
me, Son. It ain't much to ask. If you can run your arm up a
cow's cunt
to the shoulder and never think about it, how much different can
it be
to watch one man fuck another?" the judge asked.
"All right,
you
got my word as a cowboy, but under duress," Wesley reluctantly
agreed.
"Duress? My
ass.
I should a' never taught you that word. You used to love it when
I took
you to watch them stallions mount the mares ever' fall;
especially,
when you's going through puberty. We both loved it," the judge
accused
and admitted.
"Yeah, but
you's
talk'n about animals, Dad. They were male and female. They
weren't two
studs," Wesley argued.
"You watch
bulls
in the pasture butt fuck each other. We watched buck-deer fuck
each
other. As long as you ain't doing it, how different would it be
to
watch one man fuck another. A slave is considered a piece of
livestock.
You tell me! What's the difference? A warm hole is a welcome
shelter
for a night for any critter. Besides, you may learn something
what just
might make life a little easier for you," the judge said.
"But, Dad,
when
I shove my arm up a cows cunt it ain't for sex, it's to save her
and
the calf's lives," Wesley argued.
"Yeah,
you're
right, and that's exactly what they's trying to do for a piece
of
livestock named Orville Higginbothem," the judge countered.
"Jesus,
Dad!
Okay, you win. I concede. I ain't no lawyer. I'll admit I owe my
old
man for saving my boy, and if it's what you want, I'll go,"
Wesley
conceded.
"Bet'cha
five
bucks you drop your load," LaFleur said and grinned.
"Make it
ten and
you got chore'self a bet, old man," Wesley grinned, and they
shook on
it.
* * * * * *
*
A few of
the
town people came up to Billy and his grandmother to say hello
and wish
them well, but very few ventured to talk with the fine looking
cowboys
and cowgirls. Obviously they were with the Daniels. They wore
the same
flower. Everyone slowly filed into the church and Billy and his
family
began to fill the back seats to the front with the slaves first
and
then the Daniels and their extended family in front of them.
Orville
sat between Bubba and Jack. Billy was
sitting with his immediate family with Nick on his left and his
grandmother on his right; Zelma Redbone, Tom and his family,
Enoch and
Moss. On the other side of Nick sat Nathan and Tron. The Tates
and
Breedlove crew sat right behind them. The Rutherfords were
sitting
together until Billy turned and motioned for Randy to come sit
next to
him. The little cowboy got a big smile on his face, and the
other men
moved down a seat for him. Billy also gave each of his immediate
and
extended family a twenty dollar bill for the collection plate.
He even
tucked a twenty in Orville's pocket and told him what it was
for.
Orville nodded, smiled, and thanked Billy again for letting him
come
along.
The
preacher and
the minister of music took their places and the choir got ready
for the
processional from the back of the auditorium. There were flowers
all
over the altar which added a nice perfume to the air. Several of
the
larger arrangements were from the Daniels' family. The preacher
wasn't
shocked by the large crowd, because Vox already told him and the
minister of music there would be a large contingency of slaves
with the
extended Daniels' family. The minister of
music, Ray Somes, stood and walked to the pulpit. Vox just
finished a
lovely Bach Chorale prelude on 'Christ Lag In Todesbonden.' He
adjusted
the stops and pulled out the big ones -- the heavy duty
artillery,
bombs-bursting-in-air stops, the `gizzards' and the `k'snards,'
and
started the introduction to the processional introit hymn,
"Welcome
Happy Morning."
Everyone
had
their hymnals open to the right page and the director began to
conduct
his choir and the audience. He wasn't expecting the sound from
Billy's
cowboy and cowgirl slaves. They attacked the first note like it
was the
cornerstone of a great building they planned to build. Everyone
of
their voices were professional quality. Not only that, but
several of
the larger males had such deep voices, they could double the
octave
below the base line. They reminded Billy of old recordings he
heard of
the
Russian Army Men's Chorus several of whom had incredibly deep
strong
voices.
Billy's slaves were
stunning and didn't miss a note. The choir director looked like
he was
about to come in his pants. Billy looked up to the organ and
could see
Vox looking back at him through his mirror. He had an impish
grin on
his face. Billy suspected Vox was up to some mischief. The choir
director almost forgot about his volunteer choir and began to
pay more
attention to the talents of Billy's slaves. Their singing was
like a
mighty wind. The audience was thrilled with the full, wonderful
quality
of their voices.
Usually,
the
hymn, Welcome happy morning age to age shall say, is played and
sung
like a funeral dirge. Vox wasn't about to have it drag. He
started it
off at a tempo that was fast and lively like it was suppose to
be; to
exude great joy as children might skip along and sing a tune.
The choir
was sluggish, but Billy's group refused to allow them to slow
the
tempo. They got in the saddle and rode it to the finish line at
the
original tempo Vox set.
After a
gracious
welcome from the pastor, he acknowledged the Daniels' family and
their
`ranch hands' - as he called them. He didn't want to use the
term
`slaves.' There were still those who just couldn't bring
themselves to
the idea that slavery was once again legal in their country.
Most were
pretty sure the South lost the Civil War and were confused and
numbed
by the rapid dismissal of the thirteenth amendment by a
Theocracy who
claimed their judgments and laws were those of God Almighty
his'self.
Many felt their only god was the corporations who were telling
them
what to do. Uncontrolled wealth equals authority equals
omnipotence
equals the Christianist `god.' Not a happy equation for a
majority of
the population.
The
Methodist
church is a church for people who don't fit into any other
religion and
are the very definition of middle-of-the-road. They don't want
to
offend anybody. Billy thought Betty Butterfield must be right:
All
Methodist preachers really wanted to be Episcopal Rectors but
couldn't
pass the test. While Billy empathized with the man, he knew he'd
have a
difficult time explaining his mission to him. Billy liked and
admired
the pastor, but sometimes wondered about his depth perception.
He
thought a couple of shallow charges of light-duty reason bombs
dropped
over the side of the boat would probably blow him out of the
water. When the
preacher finished the announcements and read the lesson for
Easter
Sunday, he told everyone to stand, and they would sing the next
hymn:
`Christ the Lord is risen today.' Once again the
Daniels cow-people stole the show. They were better with their
'alleluias'
than anybody else. They were magnificent, and Billy
began to wonder if he should hire Vox full-time to start
training a
chorus. They could easily fit into the Saturday afternoon
barnyard
concerts and make a welcome addition.
There was
some
more scripture reading by another young man, and when he
finished, the
preacher asked the ushers to come forward for the offertory.
They did,
and after a prayer for the congregation to remember the Lord's
work, to
be generous, and empty their pockets of money to fill the
plates, so
they could continue to fight the good fight, or similar words to
that
effect, they turned and began to pass the plates down the rows. A young woman
came to the lectern and Vox began to play the accompaniment to
Handel's
`He shall feed his flock,' from Handel's Messiah. She had a
lovely but
untrained voice; however, she gave a good accounting of the
piece, and
when she was through, Billy's slaves jumped to their feet
applauding,
whistling, and stomping their boots. Several of the cowboys
threw their
hats high into the air with unbridled enthusiasm. It was
pandemonium
for several minutes. Rather than embarrassing his ranch hands by
trying
to calm them, Billy jumped up, and did the same thing. It was
contagious. The rest of his family immediately followed suit
until the
entire audience was on their feet cheering for the young lady.
She was
thrilled, blushed deeply, took several bows, then returned to
her
seat.
The pastor
got
up and walked to the lectern to begin his sermon. Before he
began, he
thanked everyone for coming and especially the heartwarming
appreciation for Carol Ann Walker's solo. "I know Carol Ann and
her
family greatly appreciate your enthusiastic response. I know I
certainly do," he said. He gave a sermon about being kind to
others and
helping your neighbor without expecting something in return. It
wasn't
a long sermon, but he hit all the high spots about Easter and
Christ
rising from the dead only to walk around for a while and then
ascend
into heaven to be with his father who suffered greatly from
senility,
racism, and Münchhausen Syndrome by proxy.* Those were not the
preacher's exact words but Billy's paraphrase of what he was
thinking
when the pastor read the scripture, "For God so loved the world,
he
gave his only begotten son, that whosoever believeth in him
should not
perish but have every lasting life."
Billy
wondered
if one day they might find an ancient scroll which was
discovered to be
a letter from Jesus to God: Dear Dad, that bloody crucifixion
number
was just god-awful. I don't never want to go through nothing
like that
again. I'm sorry, but after what you put me through, I don't
think I
could ever trust you again. You said if it got too much for me
to let
you know. I said them secret safety words we agreed on, but you
never
came to my rescue. With my last breath, I cried out to you
asking why
you deserted me? You told me it was just gonna' be a neat trick
to
impress the non-believers, you'd come down from heaven at the
last
minute to rescue your only son, impress the shit out of
everybody, and
they would worship us as a father and son holy-combo; but you
let me
down. You let me die! Not cool, Dad. Thanks for the resurrection
and
all them loaves and fishes, but that was the fucking least you
could
do! Take
your insane
vision of an afterlife with everybody worshiping you as supreme
dictator of the universe what won't put up with no free thinking
or
backtalk and shove it. I don't want no part of it. I'm leaving
to find
me a good daddy what will love and appreciate me for who I
really am; a
long haired, dirty, fucking, sandal wearing, freedom loving,
hippie
liberal. Best wishes, your bastard son, Jessie. P.S. Mom sends
her
love. She still believes that line you sold her about how she
couldn't
get pregnant from a holy spirit. P.P.S. She lied about being a
virgin,
too; she done already had several kids. She should have named me
E
Pluribus Unum.
The pastor
said
a prayer and turned the service over to the minister of music.
He asked
the congregation to rise as the choir performed the "Hallelujah"
chorus
from the Easter portion of Handel's `Messiah.' He told the
audience if
anyone knew the piece, they were welcome to sing along. A cold
chill
ran up Billy's spine as he caught another wicked grin from Vox
looking
directly at him and winked. Vox cranked up the old windy-beast
and pulled out all the stops for the intro. When it came time
for the
choir's entrance, the entire building was filled with the sound
of
Billy's slaves singing the piece from memory. It was
breathtaking. People began to
turn around and looked in both directions. It was one of the
most
inspiring performances of Handel's old war-horse Billy ever
heard, and
he heard a few in his young life. After the final grand chord
was
sung and played, there came a great silence like no one knew
just how
they should react.
Elmer started slowly clapping his big hands
together, and one by one, the rest of the audience pick it up
until
there was more riotous applause, whistles, stomping of boots,
and
tossing of cowboy hats. It was one of the most memorable moments
Billy
could remember experiencing in his church. It certainly wasn't
the
usual quiet, passive, dull, run-of-the-mill, middle-of-the-road
uninspiring Methodist church service. The audience
settled down and the preacher offered one final prayer. Vox
began the
recessional hymn J.S. Bach's arrangement of Martin Luther's 'A
Mighty
Fortress Is Our God' during which, the choir, the pastor, and
the choir
director walked down the isle to the back of the auditorium. On
the
last verse of the hymn, Vox did a great modulation and started
in
again. Billy's ranch hand slaves sung their hearts out. It was
almost
as moving as the Handel piece. When the music ended, there was
more
applauding and carrying on. Billy never tried to quiet them or
curb
their enthusiasm. As a matter of fact, he let out several cowboy
'woops' and whistles and threw his hat as high as he could.
Billy was
pretty damn proud of his brothers and sisters and made sure he
told
everyone.
One of the
ushers whispered to the preacher they counted the offering, and
it was
a record haul for any Easter service on record. He was all
smiles as he
shook hands with everyone and blessed them for coming. He told
them to
come again soon. Billy's slaves were polite, well mannered, and
bragged
about the preacher's sermon and how much it touched their
hearts. They
were beginning to learn to play the game. After the
service, some of the town folks came around to Billy and his
family and
several more were chatting up some of Billy's ranch hands. They
couldn't believe almost an equal number of women were Billy
Daniels'
slaves, and they wondered what could be going on out at that
ranch. It
must be a proverbial din of sexual inequity; however, they all
looked
so young, fresh, and well groomed.
They looked like any young teeny
bopper from the fifties. If they wore poodle skirts with saddle
oxfords, bobby socks, and around the shoulders sweaters held on
by
sweater clips, they would. The women
certainly didn't look like biker chicks with tattoos and rings
through
their tongue, eyebrows, or noses. No one had a cigarette hanging
off
their lip as
they talked. On the other hand, the cowboys were tall, well
built, good
looking buckaroos with no visible piercings or tattoos. They
were
equally clean cut and handsome. The town folk couldn't imagine
such a
talented, fine
looking group of young men and women were slaves -- and they
belonged
to an eighteen year old young man. They heard only very rich
people
could afford to buy slaves. Where did a man as young as Billy
get that
kind of money? Many rumors were born that morning, and like a
young
gazelle only minutes after birth, were up, off, and running. All
in
all, it was a lovely Easter Sunday at church. Billy felt
comfortable,
with the help of his family -- every one of them -- he
accomplished his
goal.
* * * * * *
*
The
Daniels'
caravan left town and drove out to the ranch. It was almost one
o'clock
by the time they arrived, and the ranch hands went their way for
Easter
Sunday dinner. Since it was a holiday, Billy allowed Orville to
eat
with the other ranch hands, and he was most grateful. As it
turned out,
they were great cooks and quickly learned what foods their
fellow hands
liked and those they didn't. The slave staff working in the big
house
for the holiday already fed the family watchers and Billy sent
Boomer,
Ludo, and Caesar to Captain Nick's ship to tell Jethro and his
crew
Billy and his family would be arriving at the ship between two
thirty
and three o'clock. The kitchen staff already sent food baskets
for the
Daniels' family members by way of the several watchers. They
could have
eaten on the ship with the villagers. The village people
considered
them a part of their family, but Billy insisted they have food
from the
ranch for their main meal of the day.
There were
so
many new extended family members within the Daniels' family, it
was
beginning to get crowded in the kitchen eating area, so Kate and
Billy
decided to expand and start using the much bigger dinning room
for
larger gatherings for dinner and use the kitchen for everyday
family
dining. The dining room table was extended with added leaves to
sixteen
feet and was overflowing with good food and drink. Everyone went
in
and enjoyed a great dinner of baked ham, turkey, and several
other
dishes for those who were eating lighter might enjoy. Everyone
was in a
great mood in anticipation of seeing what the new planning group
would
reveal to them.
"So, may I
take
it you're planning a new town in the hill country?" Judge
LaFleur asked.
"I don't
know if
you'd call it a new town or city, Judge," Billy replied, "I like
to
think of it as a living project or as I call it, the Highland
Shire
Project. We will have open air markets to sell fresh produce at
a
reasonable rate; a meeting place like a great concert hall
that's
versatile and can be used for plays, operas, or ballets. It
basically
will be a multipurpose cultural arts and entertainment center to
provide quality programs for our family and anyone in the nearby
communities who would like to attend. We will have two hotels
for
guests, an administration building, and several other buildings
for
various projects we plan to undertake," Billy tried to give a
basic
overview.
"Sounds
like a
lot of money to invest in something so grand but so far removed
from
almost every metropolitan center. You're a hundred miles from
Austin,
San Antonio, San Angelo, and further to Houston and Dallas," the
judge
said.
"Yes,
exactly.
There is no metropolitan center within hundreds of miles so we
plan to
create one. The original Disneyland built in the fifties was
built on
land in the middle of orange groves what surrounded it for
thirty miles
in all directions. We plan to solve the problem with rapid
transit
links to those cities you mentioned. The distance will be
shortened by
high speed monorails with travel time less than than an hour
both ways.
No cramped compartments like the cattle cars the airlines pack
people
into. There will be lounge cars and ample room to relax, read,
eat, use
computers, and several suites if folks are willing to pay the
price,"
Billy explained.
"What about
our
small town? Do you plan to incorporate us?" he asked.
"Hadn't
thought
about it. We're almost twenty miles outside the city limits. We
checked
into starting a new community and as long as we abide by state
laws we
can do most anything we want. We wouldn't be in competition with
businesses in the town. We wouldn't even consider such a thing
unless
later the town came to us and asked for incorporation," Billy
replied,
"Our little town has never been a place to encourage much
growth. The
city fathers have kept out major chains and attempts to bring
larger
business companies to the town. That's fine. We don't plan to
infringe
on their unique small town atmosphere," he added.
"I'm
anxious to
see what your planners have dreamed up," Judge LaFleur said.
"May I
invite
Orville to go along with us, Master Billy?" Bubba asked quietly.
"Don't see
why
not. He's getting a break from being a punishment slave for
today, and
if
you'd like to take him along as your guest, you have my
blessing,"
Billy replied and smiled.
"Thank you,
I'll
gather him after dinner," Bubba said.
The family
enjoyed themselves and didn't rush through dinner. There was a
lot of
conversation and speculation about what they might see on
Captain
Nick's
ship, but no one seemed to be in a rush to finish their meal;
however,
it was
decided it was such a big and satisfying dinner, they would wait
until
they returned to have dessert. Billy was patient with his guests
and
didn't try to hurry anyone along. He waited for his uncle to
suggest
they leave the table and ready themselves for transport. "Billy,
everyone
has finished, and it's a quarter to three. Shall we get things
underway?" Nathan asked.
"I agree.
I'm
just assuming everyone of my immediate and extended family wants
to
transport with us to see what Jethro and the planners have come
up
with; except, maybe, Oatie Breedlove," Billy said, and everyone
laughed.
"What? Who
told
you that? Not on your life. I wouldn't miss it for the world,"
Oatie
responded. Everyone laughed harder.
"He's jes'
pull'n yore' leg, Son, to get a rise out of you, and he did,"
the Bull
said.
"Did you
bring
me a brand new dollar?" Billy asked.
"I
certainly
did," Oatie replied, "It ain't even been bent," he added and
grinned.
"Do we have
the
bill of sale with the agreed conditions ready, staff?" Billy
asked
Dorcas and Dociean.
"Everything's
ready,
Master Billy," Dorcas replied, "We'll take a folder with us in a
carrying case," she added.
"Good. Is
there
anyone who wants to stay behind?" he asked and everyone looked
around.
No hands went up and everyone laughed again. "All right. Let's
do it!
Head 'em up! Move 'em out! Let's take these dogies to Abilene,
Pilgrim,"
Billy exclaimed in his best John Wayne voice and everyone moved
out
doors.
Bubba ran
to get
Orville. He found him drinking coffee on the patio with his
keepers. He
was still wearing his nice Western clothes. "Come, Pa, we's
gonna' take
a little trip to see the new city Master Billy's gonna' build
here on
the ranch," he said.
"New city?"
Orville asked, "How? Where?" he asked.
"I'll
explain
ever' thing as we go. C'moan," Bubba said firmly and put his arm
around
the mature cowboy as they walked together across the compound to
the
gathered group.
* * * * * *
*
"They
should be
here any minute. You better morph, Jethro," one of the head
planners
warned him.
"Damn! I'm
so
comfortable in my demon form I forgot," Jethro said and started
to
morph just in time, as the central planning room was bathed in a
bright
light and everyone began to appear.
"Your tail,
Jethro! You forgot your tail!" Cass exclaimed softly.
"Ooops!"
Jethro
said and his tail disappeared, "Thank's, little brother," Jethro
put a
big muscular arm around the halfling, pulled him close, and
stole a
kiss.
"What are
little
brothers for?" Cass asked and grinned.
Billy's
family
were stunned by what they saw, and they hadn't seen anything
yet.
Standing in the middle was the new Jethro wearing a heavy-duty
brown
leather harness consisting of two large straps, one over each
shoulder
and joined to another strap of the same size across his massive
chest
just under his big pectoral muscles and ringed teats. The
harness
straps traveled down and were joined to another large belt
around his
waist
from which hung wide strips of leather made into a kilt to cover
his
rear and hide his
cod-piece underneath. It made him look like a Roman soldier or
gladiator what was wearing the biggest pair of buckaroo boots of
the
same color leather.
"My God in
heaven," Oatie whispered to his granddad, "You were right, Bull,
he's
even more stunning in his human form," he said.
"Welcome,
Master
Billy, and guests. There seems to be a couple of new faces among
you
who don't know me. I'm Jethro Quince, Master Billy's slave, and
I was
fortunate enough to have been chosen project director and
coordinator
of what you are about to see today. I'm proud to say it was by a
unanimous vote of the planners, workers, assistants, helpers,
the two
great Shedus, my master found me worthy to direct this project.
While
it's been a roller-coaster ride from start to finish, I'm glad I
was
given the opportunity to take the ride with some wonderfully
talented,
exceptional people, and lovable critters from across the
universe.
"There has
been
much discussion about how we should go about this, but we
couldn't seem
to come to a consensus. Finally, in frustration I suppose, at
the last
minute before you arrived, they left the choice up to me. I hope
I
don't fail their expectations. We originally planned to show you
a
thirty minute video of what we accomplished, but there was
another
strong faction what wanted you to see the final realization
first and
then explain anything you wanted to know. My original vote was
for the
video demonstration because it was my idea, but as my fellow
workers
for the other plan strongly argued, no one wants to sit through
a
boring video of how a cake was baked. They want to eat it, and
if they
like it, they can ask for the recipe. Hopefully you won't eat
our
project, but we hope it is to your liking, and you will ask how
and why
it was planned the way it is," Jethro said.
"So,
without
further ado, if you will be so kind as to step in front of these
green
velvet drapes, we will show you the city we have planned. Master
Randy
Rutherford saw it yesterday and suggested a temporary or working
title
for our creation might be the `Sapphire City,' Jethro allowed.
Everyone
gathered as close to the drapes as possible, "Assistants, if you
please!" Jethro said and the drapes began to part, "Master
Billy,
family, and honored guests, we give you the Sapphire City,"
Jethro said
in his commanding booming bass voice. It ran chills up Oatie's
spine
like a rabbit ran over his grave.
As the
drapes
open there was a stunned silence. No one moved for a minute.
Billy
walked out onto the balcony and motioned for his guests to join
him.
Slowly they moved to the balcony to get a complete view of the
new
city. There was much commotion, `oohs' and `aahs,' and several
one word
comments -- "Astounding" -- "Incredible" -- "Beautiful" --
"Magnificent" and more, but nothing from Billy. He just stood
there
with his hands flat on the balcony rail leaning over looking at
everything. The only thought in his mind was, `This is it! This
is the
Sapphire City of the Highland Shire. His eyes started to water
and
before he knew it he was bawling like a new born calf.
Jethro went
up
to him, "I'm so sorry, Master Billy, we were hoping you would
like our
work," Jethro said, and placed his huge hand on his shoulder.
Billy
looked up
and smiled, threw his arms around Jethro's neck, "Like it? I
love it!
You and your staff have achieved something far greater than I
expected.
Kiss your master, slave," Billy said firmly. Jethro and Billy
joined in
the lip lock of death. Once again, Elmer started slowly clapping
and
was soon joined by everyone, until there was thunderous
applause,
whistles, and stomping of boots. "Hosanna!" Billy shouted, and
everyone answered, "Hosanna, in the highest!" Everyone was
thoroughly
impressed with the design and wanted to know
more. Wesley LaFleur was taking everything in like it was the
most
amazing thing he ever saw, but he wasn't the least taken aback
by
Jethro and Billy kissing.
"I want to
ride
on the monorail!" Randy said to Jethro pulling on one of his
leather
pieces which made up his heavy leather kilt. Everyone laughed at
him.
"We'll do
it
right away, Buckaroo. I promise," Jethro said.
"What's my
buddy
talking about, Jethro?" Billy asked.
"Shall we
show
him, Master Randy?" Jethro asked and held out his hand for
Randy.
Randy took
Jethro's hand, and with one mighty lift, Randy flew off the
floor only
to find himself in a massive pair of giant arms. After stealing
several
kisses, Randy was carried down some stairs like a young prince
in the
arms of his favorite slave. Billy was right behind and motioned
for
everyone to join them. When they got to the bottom they got a
better
perspective of the enormity of the design and could more readily
see
small trams and a monorail flew by at tremendous speed. They
were
impressed.
"Gate A
activate!" Jethro said and a large gate sprang up. It looked
like a
wall of blue water rippling across the surface. "Gate B
activate!"
Jethro said and pointed to a tiny gate on the loading platform
of the
trams inside the model of the city. It suddenly came alive and
looked
just like the big gate before
them. "Now watch Gate B closely as Randy and I go though Gate
A,"
Jethro said. He sat Randy down, took him by the hand, and looked
down
at his buckaroo buddy, "You ready, Cowboy?" he asked.
"I's born
ready,
Brother Jethro," Randy replied and everyone laughed. They walked
though
the gate together and reappeared like tiny insects on the tram
loading
dock below.
"My God! Do
you
see them? They's waving at us and motioning for us to join
them!" Billy
exclaimed. He didn't wait and immediately walked through. It
didn't
take long before everyone joined them on the loading dock. Some
of
those who were not so used to the wonders of Billy-world were a
bit
apprehensive, but the younger ones were fearless. Wesley and
his wife watched their boy disappear through the wall of
electrons with
the McMartin boys.
"What do
you
think, Dad?" Wesley asked.
"Welcome to
the
future, Son," he said, turned, and walked through the gate.
Wesley took
his
wife's hand, and they walked through together.
After
everyone
arrive on the dock a long caterpillar-like tram, driven by a
dwarf in a
nice blue uniform with matching hat, pulled up to the dock.
"Welcome to
Sapphire City, folks. If you will get in a car behind me and
fasten
your seat belts, I'll take you to the Monorail loading
platform," he
said, "Be sure every seat belt is fastened, or I won't be able
to put
the tram in gear," he added. Everyone complied. The guests got
onto the tram. Jethro explained it was open air but could have
covered
individual cars during bad weather.
"How in the hell did you people
accomplish this in two weeks, Mr. Director?" Billy asked and
grinned at
Jethro.
"We had
lots of
help and found more raw talent on Captain Nick's ship than an
old dog's
got fleas. If someone wanted to help, we put them to work. We
couldn't have done it without them. They were magnificent and
dedicated. They're watching us right now on a closed circuit
video
feed. We have a time lapse video at the end of our presentation
video
which will give you a better idea of how everything came
together. I
think it's quite spectacular. I'm proud of it," Jethro said.
"You should
be
proud of the whole thing, Son. This is fantastic. It's like
visiting
the finished city," Elmer patted Jethro on the back, "I'm more
than a
little impressed," he added. Jethro just beamed at Elmer's
approval.
The Bull was, after all, his father-in-law.
"There's a
lot
that hasn't been finished, but we never meant for it to be more
than a
prototype. In each hotel, we have floors, but only one room in
each
finished to give you an idea of what we have in mind," Jethro
said,
"There are two monorails. One coming in and going out of the
city, but
the one we're taking you to now is like a freeway loop around a
large
city. It will take you to the major stops, off load, and take
others
on. At our current size, it's about a thirty mile trip around
the
loop," Jethro said.
"Amazing!"
said
Zelma Redbone, "And you plan to have one run into Houston as
well?" she
asked.
"Yes,
ma'am, Ms.
Redbone. It's on the drawing board. There will be two. One
through
Austin and a direct line from Houston which will continue on to
link up
San Angelo," Jethro replied.
They
arrived at
the Monorail station and it was spectacular. It wasn't anything
like
the Disney Monorail. It looked more like a Japanese high-speed
train
without the rails. It was only a short wait until the sleek,
streamlined train pulled up. Billy noticed there were no wheels,
and it
seemed to move up and down slightly. "Is this a mag-amp-lift
type
vehicle, Jethro?" Billy asked.
"Yes, sir,
it's
a combination of the Japanese high-speed rail and the
mag-amp-lift on
Retikki Prime. It's sort of a combination of the two concepts.
It makes
for a smooth, fast ride," Jethro said. They got aboard and the
Monorail
took off and built up speed until it was doing close to two
hundred
miles per hour. When it made a turn, it banked to give the most
comfortable ride possible for the passengers. It was truly an
amazing
feat of design and engineering.
"Unbelievable!" Billy said, "Jethro, I
don't know if I'm gonna' sell you back to your original master
or not!"
he exclaimed as a supreme compliment.
"Oh,
please,
Master Billy, you would break two hearts what beat as one. If
you're
pleased with my work, I beg you to reconsider, sir," Jethro
joined
Billy's charade.
"I promise,
I'll
keep my word, but it's in your bill of sale, you will work for
me until
this project is completed; then we'll sit down together and talk
about
the future," Billy said.
The
Monorail
trip took about an hour and made stops in the hotels and several
other
buildings it traveled through. The last stop was the huge,
winged
cultural center in the middle of everything. They left the
Monorail and
walked to the large blue glass doors at the entrance to the
building.
It was huge in perspective. They walked inside and down onto the
enormous round central stage. "At each end will be twin concert
organs
with additional chests for pipes along the two walls in the
center.
They can be played separately or linked to be played by one
person,"
Jethro explained.
"Magnificent!"
Kate
said what everyone was thinking, "Simply stunning," she added.
"I would
have
been happy with drawings and plans, but this is like it's out of
some
science fiction novel about a young cowboy building an
ultra-modern
city in cow country. Who would believe it?" Billy asked.
"How are
you
going to get approval for rapid transit by Monorail, Son?" the
judge
asked.
"Where
there's a
will, there's a way. I know we'll have a fight on our hands from
big
oil, especially in Texas. They don't want rapid transit because
it
would use less energy. Monorails make a smaller carbon footprint
than
planes or land vehicles and are the ideal means for easier,
cheaper,
faster connections between metropolitan cities in Texas. After
our
project gets underway, it will be the people who demand it. Like
the
guy who built a baseball diamond in a corn field; build it and
they
will come," Billy replied.
* * * * * *
*
"Can you
believe
this, Son?" Orville asked Bubba.
Jack was
sitting
in the same car with them and spoke up, "I knew it would be
nice, but I
had no idea it would be like this from what we saw yesterday,"
Jack
said.
"This is
something worth working for, Gentlemen," Bubba said in awe, "I
have to
be a part of this more than ever," he added.
"I'm right
behind you, Brother," Jack said.
"I never
had any
idea Billy Daniels was a man of such vision and power. What a
fool I
been. I can't thank you enough for bringing me along, Son. This
is
unbelievable," Orville said.
* * * * * *
*
They spent
almost four hours touring and asking question of Jethro. It was
approaching seven in the evening as they went back through the
augmentation gate to the castle on Captain Nick's ship. They ran
into
several workers and the giant, Joe, and his mate, Crunch. Billy
introduced them to the judge and his son Wesley. "These big
creatures
are two of Captain Nick's protectors, for him and everyone on
board the
ship. They's a bonded pair. They ain't usually this dark in
color.
They's coming into rut or their mating season when they decide
who will
be the dominant one and who will be the passive servant or slave
to the
other for the next year. They spend three days battling back and
forth
with each other until the winner is declared. I ain't seen their
mating
ritual yet, but from what people tell me it would put
pro-wrestling
smack-downs to shame. It will happen next week, beginning here
next
Friday afternoon on Captain Nick's ship in a special arena built
specifically for the purpose. Once they go into the arena, the
doors
will be locked from the outside, and they won't be allowed out
until
one is decided the winner," Billy explained.
"Can anyone
attend?" Wesley LaFleur asked eagerly. His dad looked at
him like he was stunned his boy would even ask about it.
"Certainly,
as
long
as
you're
my
guests. We discourage the young ones and ladies
because it gets pretty violent, and there's raw male on male
forced sex
involved; however, Tom McMartin of the Redbone family will be
attending
with his boys, and I promised Randy he could come," Billy
replied.
"Dad?"
Wesley
looked at his dad.
"What? You
already know how I feel, boy, we done talked about it earlier,"
the
judge said and grinned.
"You got
room
for two more, Master Billy?" Wesley asked more than a little
enthused.
"He loves
his'self some pro-wrestling on TV," the judge said and grinned.
"Sure, be
here
Friday e'nin around six, or come early, have supper wiff' us,
and we'll
transport you down. You can rent a room in one of the local
hotels,
stay with us in the ranch house, or you can return several times
if you
like," Billy said.
"Can we
talk
about it and let you know?" the judge asked.
"Sure. No
problem, sir, glad to have both you men, but make no mistake,
it's
brutal and bloody sometimes," Billy said. Billy watched Wesley
and saw
his eyes light up every time Billy mentioned how rough it was.
* * * * * *
*
Billy and
Oatie
had one final bit of business to tend to before folks returned
to the
ranch house. Billy kept his promise to his slave, Jethro, he
would make
sure the transaction, and small ceremony, of his sale to Master
Oatie
would be done before his fellow planners, workers, and friends
on board
Captain Nick's ship. It was even more of a shock for the newer
members
of Billy's family to gather in the great courtyard of the of the
castle
where everyone on Captain's Nick's ship came to witness their
beloved
Jethro become the slave to his master he always longed to be. To
the
newer folks like the LaFleurs, Bubba, Jack, Mick Flynn, and
Perry Reed,
the gathering of the village people looked like something
straight out
of a speculative fiction novel made into a movie. If Raza, the
dragon
man; Leon, the lion man; Pan, the panther man; Joe, the blue
giant; and
Crunch, the half-Ork half-human, weren't enough, the two great
Shedus
were present on either side of the courtyard for the first time.
There was a
small table provided by the castle staff on a raised dais in the
courtyard and the documents were set before them. The villages
musicians were playing traditional wedding music when everyone
begin to
gather, but stopped when Master Billy raised his hand to speak.
"Dearly
beloved family, friends, neighbors, and slaves, we are gathered
at this
moment for two purposes. The first is to thank everyone on the
ship for
providing such unselfish love, support, encouragement,
unexpected
treats, and hard work to help our beloved slave, our most
cherished
slave-drive'n demon-dad -- Billy paused for a moment for the
laugher, cheers, applause, and stomping of feet to end -- who,
I'm
told, worked like a virtual demon to see the first stage of the
Highland Shire Project to completion," he said. There was more
applause, whistling, banging of drums and cymbals from the
village
players, and stomping of boots. Jethro blushed almost as deep a
red
color as his demon persona, and the crowd loved it. Billy raised
his
hand again for silence.
"The second
reason we are here, is to reunite my slave, your beloved project
manager, to his original owner, Master Oatie Breedlove," Billy
said,
and there followed more cheers. He let them show their love for
their
adopted brother, Jethro, before he continued. Billy opened the
document
folder and explained the sale contract to Oatie
and
Jethro. Since they had no original contract between them, other
than a
spoken commitment, which was bond enough throughout the
universe, it
might be argued non-binding by Jack McCormick and found null and
void
on Earth by Judge LaFleur; therefore, this document would be a
legal
bond between the slave and his two masters. There were two
exact copies, but they looked more like works of art work, very
cleverly made to resemble old parchments with browning around
the
edges.
In the very center of the top half were two pictures of a
handsome naked slave wearing his buckaroo boots, and next to it
was
another picture of a naked giant horned demon with a pointed
tail,
wearing the same pair of buckaroo boots. Beneath the picture was
a
thorough description of the slave, his abilities, and
accomplishments;
followed by Master Billy's agreed bill of sale and conditions.
At the
bottom, in the right hand corner, were blanks where signatures
were to
be attached. The first labeled `Slave' the second 'Selling
Master' and
the third 'New Master.' Below the signature lines were four
small boxes
labeled 1, 2, and 3 for thumb-prints. Billy held up
the handsome documents so the crowd could see the beauty of
them. They
cheered and applauded their approval.
"Please! Read the contract for
us, Master Billy," Judge LaFleur requested.
Billy
laughed
but thought to himself, `Leave it to a lawyer or judge to ask to
hear
the legal ramifications.' Before he read the document, Billy
explained
the universal law of a man
becoming another's slave if he saved his life which has it's
precedent
within many cultures on Earth. He explained how he saved Captain
Nick's
life and how Nick gave himself to become Billy's slave and a
member of
his family.
"Since Captain Nick became my slave, by universal law, his
personal
property became mine; his spaceship and everyone on-board became
my
property; however, as I look upon Captain Nick as my surrogate
dad, I
think of this wonderful mix of people and critters as part of my
family; in-laws, if you like, and I couldn't love them more,"
Billy
said and smiled. The ship people applauded. "But they ain't
my
only extraterrestrial in-laws," Billy said.
He explained his slave Boomer was given to him by Boomer's
family after
Billy saved his life a couple of times, but Boomer saved his
life once
as well. Since they fell in love with each other early in
Billy's life,
they became bonded partners; later, Billy and Boomer were
married by
Boomer's two uncles who just happen to be the Lord High
Chancellors,
the grand pooh-bahs of Retikki Prime. That night they
consummated their
marriage and met the two cowboy slaves who were abducted from
Earth
sixty years previous, Hank and Buck, assigned to them to be
their
grooms to prepare them for conjugal connubial bliss. Now, one of
Billy's female slaves, the lovely and talented Roz Q. Cumber was
carrying his and Boomer's son, Billy Junior, as a result of
their
coupling. Hands went up everywhere in the crowd including
Bubba's,
Jack's, both LaFleur men and several of the village people.
"I was
afraid
that was going to open another can of worms," Billy said and
threw back
his head to laugh.
"Okay, you
want
to know how me and Boomer's conjoining can result in us having a
child,
right?" he asked and everyone agreed. "Watchers, or as we know
them on
Earth, are a more highly evolved and advanced race of beings
than us
humans. They been around for eons longer than we have. We're
only young
sprouts on the family tree of what is capable in evolutionary
biology.
While humans, and every other creature on Earth have a double
strand of
DNA, watchers have a third strand. They are capable of
reproducing in
several unique ways which more greatly insures the continuation
of
their species than ours," Billy said. He went on to explain the
difference between regular male watchers sperm and
proto-embryos. How a
proto-embryo could be fertilized by any animal's sperm, and it
would
produce another of its kind, nearly, but not quite, like the
original.
Billy said he would be happy to give a lecture on board the ship
about
human/watcher reproduction the following Friday before the
beginning of
Joe and Crunch's mating ritual.
After
seeing the
other wonders on Captain Nick's ship, they were convinced, if
Master
Billy said it was true, it must be. It was only one more reason
for the
Judge and his son to want to attend Joe and Crunch's mating rut.
Billy
called attention back to the slavery documents and began to
read. He
left nothing out, from Jethro's enhancements, to requesting his
current
master, Billy, and his dad, Nick, teach him how to become a
demon-dad
for his master-to-be, Oatie Breedlove. He was hoping none of the
newer
folks would ask questions immediately, and he would have more
time to
present the conundrum to the judge and his son; however, they
caught
sight of the pictures and inquired if it was true Jethro could
morph
into a demon monster.
"A demon,
yes; a
monster, no! You'd have a tough time convincing everyone on this
ship
our beloved slave Jethro is a monster even in his demon form.
That's
like saying all black people are lazy and lie. Like the mating
of
humans and watchers, could we leave this subject for next Friday
when
your wife and son are not present?" he asked.
"Absolutely,
we
understand, Son," the judge replied.
The three
men
signed the documents, an ink pad was brought out for them to
afix their
thumb-prints, and it was done. "Slave, you may now kiss your
master,"
Billy said like a preacher at the end of a wedding ceremony.
Oatie and
Jethro didn't wait for a second invitation and kissed a kiss
that even
got the old judge and his boy hard in their Wranglers. The
villagers
and Billy's family went bananas applauding amid the other
uproarious
sounds people make when they're happy for someone and wish
to
show their love and approval for their joining.
"Thank you,
Master Billy, for everything. You're a good man, sir," Jethro
said, and
the crowd went nuts again.
It was
getting
late and after many tearful goodbyes and best wishes for Jethro
and his
new master, the Daniels' party transported back to the compound
of the
main ranch house. Kate offered coffee and dessert for everyone,
and
many accepted, except Bubba. He got Billy aside and asked his
permission to see to his dad, Orville, and get him fitted up for
the
night. "I'd like to work him over a little, maybe provide him
with a
little comfort before I send him back to his keepers," he said.
"Damn,
Brother,
you got it bad for that old reprobate, don't chu'?" Billy asked
quietly
like he understood and smiled.
"I know
what he
done, and it's unforgivable. If a man tried to kill you or Jack
or
Oatie or any one of them men in your family, I come to know and
love,
I'd want him to remain a slave for the rest of his life, too.
It's
just, I can't describe what I feel for Orville, Master Billy. It
ain't
romantic love. It's like a love I developed for an old mangy dog
one
time. He was meaner than a sack of bobcats when he first come
around
the ranch. It took me damn near a year to get him to trust me
enough to
help him with his mange. I was strong but firm with him. When he
finally accepted me as his master, there was a complete change
in him,
and he became a happy dog. He died in my arms, but he was happy
and
content to have his master hold him," Bubba said.
"Hell,
Bubba,
you got a better perspective on old Orville than I thought. I
understand the analogy of your story. I've allowed you a few
perks with
Orville for the same reason you wanted to save your dog from
mange --
compassion. You don't have to treat slaves like second class
citizens,
but Orville must stay on the bottom of the social strata until
he's
tamed and well broken. When I'm satisfied he's come to a bend in
the
road and shows me he's a changed man, I'll start allowing him a
few
more privileges.
"With your
help
and compassion, he might have a leg up on other punishment
slaves. Just
remember our commitment to each other and to Orville, and you'll
do
fine. As tempted as you might be, I don't want him fucked until
you
take him when and how we agreed," Billy said firmly, "On a
lighter
note, I got too much money riding on yore' claim to make Orville
shoot
without touching his cock. I ain't no fool neither. I'm bet'n on
you
and Orville," he added and laughed.
"I promise
I
won't, Master Billy. I know you can read his mind. I wouldn't
want to
jeopardize our relationship, nor would I want to damage my
relationship
with Orville. Besides, I'm enjoying the power I have over him
along
with my compassion," Bubba admitted.
"I hear you
there, Brother. I love being in charge and loving those I'm in
charge
of at the same time. Never lose sight of that, Bubba, and it
will take
you far in life," Billy said. The cowboys hugged and gave each
other
a quick peck on the mouth. "Go! Take care of your dad," Billy
urged
Bubba and sent him on his way.
Bubba
went
to join Orville and found him with his four keepers. They were
waiting
for Bubba to take their charge to the slave processing room,
clean him,
and put him back in his punishment-slave gear. Bubba walked with
them
to the large room off the barber shop behind the old barn. One
carried
a bag with the equipment they would need and Orville's harness,
plug,
and cock cage. Bubba thought it reminded him of taking a
prisoner to
stand before a firing squad, but then thought about the sexual
aspect
and
decided it wasn't so bad after all. Bubba was in awe of
Orville's
keepers. They weren't rough or rude with him. In fact, they were
more
than a little patient and seemed to empathize with his fear and
apprehension. After they helped Orville remove his cowboy
clothes, one
helped him back on with his buckaroo boots. Another carefully
folded
his clothes and placed his hat on top. "We'll put these in your
wardrobe closet across from your bed, Pops, you might need them
again
in the near future," the one they called Gill said.
Orville was
ready for his nightly cleaning. Two of them took him in into the
clean-out room and strapped him into a reclining chair of sorts
with
his legs strapped into two medical leg supports with metal
stirrups for
his boots. It looked rather comfortable for the procedure. Bubba
was
watching on the other side of the glass into the room. It could
be
closed off and contained a rather sophisticated air evacuation
system
for quick removal of foul odors.
"How often
does
he have to be cleaned out?" Bubba asked.
"Twice a
day.
Once in the morning and once before we bed him down for the
night," the
smallest and cutest keeper named Blake replied.
"Will he
have to
be tended to this way forever?" Bubba asked.
"No, not at
all.
Just until he's broken and accepts his new way of life. He'll
eventually be trained to do it for himself when his services are
needed. Master Billy couldn't sell him to another master without
him
being thoroughly broken and trained. Most masters use their
slaves
anally as means of reminding them of their place and keeping
them
humble. They have a saying, 'A well fucked slave is a
happy slave,'" Grant said and grinned.
The other
two
attendants hooked Orville up to a large bag of cleaning
solution,
wished him well, and departed the room closing the door behind
them.
"Can I go
in and
talk with him while he fills?" Bubba asked.
"Sure, we
don't
stay with him to give him a modicum of privacy; however, we can
watch
him closely through the glass to make sure he's not in extreme
discomfort. There's always some discomfort with the first bag.
Just
come out when we go in to set him upright so he can discharge.
The
first bag can be bad and it might be embarrassing for him to
have you
present, sir," Blake said.
"I
understand,"
Bubba said and walked to the door and into the room. "Mind if I
hold
your hand, old man?" Bubba said quietly and smiled.
"No. It
would be
a comfort, Son. The first bag is always the worst, but I'm
actually
getting used to it. Having you here, holding my hand, and
chatting with
me would be nice. Make the time go by faster. See how happy I am
with
you being here? You make my old warrior salute," Orville said
and
looked down at his handsome cock.
"Damnation,
Dad,
your boy does that to you? That's as fine a compliment as I got
in a
good while. Let me know when it gets real bad and your boy will
relieve
you of your built up jizz. That batch has been in there for a
while and
needs to come out and be replaced by some good fresh daddy
baby-batter.
We wouldn't want you git'n stone-aches from too much built up
stale
jiss, would we?" Bubba bullshitted and grinned.
Orville
laughed,
grimaced a bit, squeezed Bubba's hand, and smile at him. "You's
funny,
boy. I know this is a hell of a place to tell you, but I love
you,
Bubba,
just for being you. What you and Master Billy done for me today
is
something I won't soon forget. I can't remember having a better
time
with nobody in my life. I ain't look'n for no special treatment
or
conning you for your favors. What you give to me from your heart
is
better than anything I could suck out of you, Son; except maybe
your
sweet jizz. Maybe this old man is finally learning the meaning
of
giving, and it took a good looking, strapping young buckaroo to
teach
him the lesson," Orville said.
Bubba
looked up
at the bag, and it was about three quarters gone. He looked at
Orville's cock, and it was hard as a rock. "Now, Dad?" he asked.
"I think it
would be a good time, Son," Orville replied.
Bubba took
Orville's big cock in his right hand, skinned him back to expose
the
tender head, and engulfed his dad's penis with his hungry maw.
It
didn't take Bubba but a couple of strokes on Orville's cock, and
it
exploded into his mouth. Bubba greedily sucked it down only to
feel a
second and third wave of release flood into his mouth. He didn't
lose a
drop and sucked it down, too. He thoroughly cleaned the
sensitive head
of Orville's dick and let his foreskin return naturally. Orville
was
glassy-eyed with a big smile on his face.
"Thanks,
Son.
Fuck, I needed that. You's a damn good boy, Bubba, and a better
son,"
Orville thanked and complimented the big cowboy.
The two
keepers
came into the room and shook the bag. "Drink just a little more,
Orville, and you got this bag beat," Blake said and grinned,
"How was
that blowjob your boy give you, Pops?" he asked joking.
"A little
piece
of heaven, Son," Orville replied and relaxed.
Bubba
leaned
over and kissed Orville on his forehead, "I'll leave for a
minute, Dad,
while these boys do their thing. I'll be back for the second
bag," he
said.
"I enjoy
your
company, Son, under any circumstances," Orville assured him.
After two
more
bags, and they were certain he evacuated everything, Orville's
caretakers cleaned him up, showed Bubba where the bag balm was
for
lubricating his plug and made sure he had a key to lock his
cock-cage
in place. They each gave Orville a hug and a kiss to wish him
well,
reminded him lights-out was at eleven, but if he happened to be
a bit
late they would leave his bunk light on. Bubba was wearing a
watch and
assured them he would have Orville in bed before eleven. He had
to get
home
to take care his own responsibilities. He didn't really consider
Brute
or his brothers a responsibility, but he was beginning to.
Somehow, he
just knew intuitively, they would become a big responsibility in
his
life, but not one he saw as a burden.
"Where do
they
usually put your stuff back on, Dad?" Bubba asked.
"In the
other
room on the short padded leather table, Son. I hold my legs up
while
they work on me," Orville replied.
"Then I
need to
unstrap you from this table," Bubba said and got busy removing
the
straps. He helped Orville sit up, waited a minute for him to
clear his
head, then helped him into the other room. "You need to evacuate
any
more water, Dad?" he asked.
"No, Son,
they're very thorough about that. After the last bag, they place
a
speculum in my ass and leave it open to drain for a few minutes.
Gravity does the rest. What's left drops out on its own with a
mighty
swoosh," Orville allowed and grinned.
He sat on
the
edge of the bench, lay back, and raised his legs to his chest.
"I'm
ready, Son," he said.
Bubba
rummaged
around in the bag to find his plug and pulled it out. It was
bigger
than the one he fucked Orville with the day before. "Uh, Dad, I
think
there's been some mistake," he said holding up the bigger plug
for
Orville to see.
"No
mistake,
Son. It's the next size. The last one. I asked for it, my boys
asked
our master, and he approved it. I don't think Master Billy would
allow
me to move up again so soon unless he thought I could handle
it,"
Orville said, "Besides, it's the last one, and after I wear it
for a
while, we can petition Master Billy to let us come together," he
added.
"Yes, but I
thought we was in this together? Am I missing something here?"
Bubba
said.
"We are,
Son, I
promise. I done it for you. I just thought it would make you as
proud
of me as the last time," Orville said defending himself. Bubba
could
tell Orville was worried he hurt his feelings.
"I am proud
of
you, Dad, but lets get one thing straight. Your boy, your son,
is in
control of you when Master Billy will allow us to be together.
You
should have taken me and my druthers into consideration. I think
rushing this is not a good thing, and I don't care that Master
Billy
approved it. Since Master Billy done give me free-rein with you,
I will
be the one to decide when you're ready for the next size. I
ain't ready
to let you advance to this one yet; however, when I'm ready for
you to
wear it, I will be the one to get Master Billy's permission, and
I will
put it in you. Do you understand, Dad?" Bubba was stern but
gentle. He
didn't raise his voice in anger.
"I
understand,
Son. I'm sorry, Bubba. I was just trying to please you," Orville
said.
"No, you
were
being manipulative, and until you understand it, I won't allow
you to
progress to next size, and keep you that much longer from
experiencing
the wonderful feeling of my big cock way up inside you. I
promise you,
it will be far better than them damn plugs you been wear'n,"
Bubba said
firmly, "I won't tolerate a slave trying to manipulate me, Dad,"
he
added.
"You're
right,
Bubba, I'm reverting to my old ways," Orville admitted.
"Yes, you
are,
but that ain't what we want, for both our sakes. If you truly
love me,
as you claim, you will listen and heed my words. Now where is
that
other plug?" Bubba asked.
"I will
prove to
you I love you, Bubba. I told you today, I'm a foolish old man,
but I
promise I will learn to obey and respect you. Look over there in
the
end drawer of the cabinet," Orville said and pointed.
Bubba took
the
huge plug over with him, got the other plug, threw the big one
in the
drawer, and slammed it shut. He walked back over to the table,
greased
it up real good, and started to work it into Orville's waiting
hole.
"Put yore' hands back there and pull your cheek apart for me,
Dad, so's
your boy can see what he's doing," Bubba ordered. Orville
complied. Bubba already shoved
some bag balm up his butt, and worked Orville's hole to loosen
it. He
asked if it was the way his keepers greased his ass, and Orville
replied
in the affirmative. Bubba thought it was a rather primitive way
to
grease a man's cunt for fucking. He resolved he would find a
better
way. He wondered if that was his thought or a small message from
his
uncle's coded DNA. Either way, he thought sure he could come up
with a
better solution.
Bubba
worked and
worked on Orville's ass until he got it loosened up pretty good,
but he
kept his eye on his watch. It was fifteen after ten, but he
thought he
had enough time. He moved to Orville's side and once again began
to
play him like a double bass. "Throw your arms around me, old man
and
tell your son how sorry you are for not trusting him and how
much you
love him," Bubba said firmly. Orville threw his
arms around Bubba's neck and held on for dear life. Bubba felt
him
weeping and felt him steal a kiss. "I was wrong, Bubba, so
wrong. I
didn't mean to offend you, but I know I did. I'm embarrassed and
feel
awful. I won't tell you I won't never do something what might
displease
you again, because I'm a flawed man, Son. I just want you to
know, I'll
do my damnedest to earn your love, and I love you enough to keep
on
trying," Orville said sincerely and wept some more.
"That's
good
enough, Pa. Now kiss your boy and show him how proud and honored
you
are to have him work you over with your training plug. Show me
how much
you love me, Dad," Bubba growled.
Orville
quickly
found Bubba's mouth, and they began a kiss that lasted several
minutes
as Bubba played Orville's ass like a bass fiddle. Orville was
trying
his best to show Bubba how much he loved him when his whole body
moved
into another zone. He went to a place he'd never been before. He
thought a woman could never make love to him like the man who
held him
in his arms was doing at the moment. Suddenly Orville felt his
body
overwhelmed with the ultimate pleasure and he began to shoot his
load.
Bubba only fucked him harder until he shot again and again, and
it was
finished. Bubba took one last large stroke, and the plug went
home to
roost for the night. The two big men continued to make love for
a few
minutes after Orville's Earth shaking, mind blowing orgasm.
"God, I
love
you, Bubba," Orville whispered and kissed him again.
"I believe
you,
Dad, and you will come to love me more as we travel our road
together.
I'm
pretty dang pleased with you, too, old man. If I didn't think
you could
be trained, I wouldn't bother with you," Bubba allowed, "Now, I
need to
clean you and get you ready for the night. Bubba lay Orville
back and
ate his come off his developing abs. He took an old towel and
cleaned
himself and the rest of Orville. He told Orville to stand, and
Bubba
put his
leather harness on him. He threaded the leather strings for the
plug
though the eyes on the harness and tied them tight. He strapped
Orville
into his harness, placed his cock cage over his cock, and locked
it
into
place. He got the slave's codpiece out of the bag and snapped it
on.
Orville was ready for the bunkhouse. "I think you're ready? Is
there
anything I forgot?" Bubba asked.
"Yes, one
important thing.
You didn't get yours. Please, Bubba, can I take you for my first
time.
I may be lousy, but will you let me try, Son?" he asked.
Bubba threw
the
soiled towel on the deck in front of him. "Hit chore' knees,
Dad, get
your boy's cock out and make love to it. They's a first time for
every
man," he declared.
Orville
undid
Bubba's big rodeo belt buckle, unzipped his Wranglers, and
allowed them
to fall down around his boots. He took Bubba in his mouth,
skinned him
back and took several hits on his cock. He gagged and sputtered,
but he
kept at it. Bubba was so worked up by that time he shot a strong
healthy load and made sure Orville swallowed every drop. As
Orville
cleaned Bubba, the big cowboy complimented him on his first time
and
added, "You don't never wanna' lose a drop of a master's jiss,
Dad. It
would be the most disrespectful thing you can do," Bubba said,
"You
thank him for allowing you to pleasure him, and you tell him how
much
you enjoyed his come," Bubba added.
"I'll
remember,
Son. I do appreciate you allowing your slave to pleasure you,
sir, and
your come tasted mighty fine," Orville said.
Bubba
walked
Orville back to the bunkhouse. They shared a goodly kiss before
Bubba
patted Orville on his butt and told him to have sweet dreams of
his boy
fucking him real good.
"To be
honest,
Bubba, it's all I
dream about lately," Orville said and walked into the bunkhouse.
Bubba
headed for
his truck when he saw a tall shadow of a cowboy standing near
the
corner of the house. "You don't have to drive home, Bubba. We
got
plenty of empty rooms you can bunk in," Billy said and walked
into the
light.
"Thanks, I
appreciate the offer, but I need to get home to my watcher, and
I got
some
things to do early tomorrow morning," Bubba said, "I got to
break
connections with Earl," he added.
"How'd it
go out
there with yore' dad?" Billy asked.
"I refused
to
let him take the next larger plug," Bubba said.
Billy fell
out
laughing and slapped his knee. "I knew damn well you wouldn't
allow it.
I approved it just to see what you would do, and I told my dad,
I'll
bet you a blowjob Bubba won't go along with Orville trying to
run the
show," he said.
"I had a
feeling
you might understand. I told him you gimme' free-run wiff' him,
and he
won't get the next size plug until I decide he's ready for it,"
Bubba
said
and grinned.
"Good for
you,
Bubba. You know what you're doing, and I trust you. I want him
trained
up right, and I think you're just the buckaroo what can do it,"
Billy
said.
"Do you
plan any
more personal training with him, Brother?" Bubba asked.
"Only if I
have
to take up the slack, if you don't have time for him," Billy
replied.
"Then he'll
be
pretty much my slave to train?" Bubba asked.
"Yes, I
will
still own him, but you may think on him that way," Billy
replied.
"Is there a
chance for a sleep over at my ranch?" Bubba asked.
"I don't
see why
not, but let's wait until after the smack down next weekend;
then,
we'll talk again," Billy said.
"I love
him,
Billy, but I want him on your and my terms. I told him he
cheated
his'self out of having his ass made love to by my big cock
sooner with
his little stunt about the plugs. I told him I wouldn't tolerate
no
manipulative slave, no matter how much I love him. I plan to
make him
wear that plug for another week, maybe longer, to teach him a
lesson,"
Bubba said.
"Your uncle
would be proud of you, Bubba. I know I am," Billy said quietly.
"Putting
off
fucking him will give me more time to assure we win that bet,
Billy,"
Bubba said and laughed.
"No doubt.
By
the time we decide to schedule his grand opening, Orville will
be
primed like a rusty old water pump, and his jizz will come
gush'n out
unassisted. Go home to the arms of your watcher, Bubba. Sweet
dreams,
Cowboy," Billy said.
"Love you,
Brother," Bubba said.
"Love you,
too,
Bubba," Billy replied.
Bubba got into his truck and started off down the road when he
noticed
his back was beginning to bother him. He reached back and felt
two
large bumps on either side. "My God I got the cancer," he
said to himself. He drove up to the guard cows, and they parted
for
him. He came to the two big bulls, Thor and Zeus, and spoke to
them.
Bubba
asked how they were doing?
"Tolerable, right tolerable, Son. Thanks for asking. How about
you?"
Zeus asked.
"Not so good, sir, I just discovered two sore lumps on my back.
I think
I
got the cancer," Bubba said.
"Put your truck in park, set the brake, get out, take your shirt
off,
and stand in front of the headlights," Zeus said as he morphed
into a
stunningly handsome middle aged man with the dick of death
hanging
between his legs. He opened the door for Bubba, took his hand,
and
helped him out of the truck. He helped Bubba take off his shirt,
tossed
it onto the truck seat, led him before the headlights on his
truck, and
turned him around. The cows took one look and started laughing
and
stomping their hooves. Bubba turned and looked into Zeus's
beautiful
blue eyes. "What?" Bubba asked.
"It ain't cancer, Son. You're fledging," Zeus replied.
End of
Chapter
40 ~ Him Who Made The Seven Stars
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Reserved~
02/03/2013
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*People
with
Münchausen syndrome have a profound need to assume the sick
role,
and will exaggerate complaints, falsify tests, and/or
self-inflict
illnesses. Münchausen Syndrome by Proxy perpetrators, by
contrast,
are willing to fulfill their need for positive attention by
hurting
their own child, thereby assuming the sick role by proxy. At
times,
they are also able to assume the hero role and garner still more
positive attention, by appearing to care for and 'save' their
child.
* Betty
Butterfield on Methodists ~ http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=D8RLQvE0Si4
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