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Him Who Made The Seven Stars
"The countries around the world with the highest percentage
of atheists and agnostics are among the most stable, peaceful,
free, wealthy, and healthy societies, while the most religious
societies with high rates of belief in a God or gods are among
the most unstable, violent, oppressive, poor and destitute
societies." ~ Phil Zuckerman 2006, Professor of Sociology and
secular studies, Pitzer College in Claremont, California.
Oh joy! Happy dance! Wiggle from your front all the way to your
tail! The leader of our pack has returned! Daddy's back! The two
huge mated pair of Estrella Mountain Dogs, Daffy and Chloe, cattle
dogs from the mountains of Portugal, were beside themselves with
excitement. Their master was home. They were getting older and
didn't get around as well as they used to, but they could still
make Harlen feel like a Knight in shining armor returning from the
Crusades when he came home. Daffy's hindquarters would sometimes
go out on him and cause him to walk using only his front legs
until Harlen or his social secretary, Jessie Jones, could get him
to a vet for a hormone shot.
Harlen grinned from ear to ear and handed Jones his cell phone,
then turned his attention to his pets. "Did you miss me? I don't
think so. I'm not convinced. That was a short happy dance, and I
only got a couple of kisses," Harlen sounded disappointed. They
acted like they knew exactly what he was saying and poured on
another big helping of doggie love. They sniffed him up one side
and down the other. They smelled Miranda and the pups on him, but
they didn't smell like regular dogs. They were a bit different.
Harlen laughed. "Have you walked them this evening?" he asked
"No, sir. I was about to when I got your call," Jones said.
"Good. Come, we'll walk them together," Harlen said.
"That would be nice. We ain't shared a walk in a while, Boss,"
"It's a nice night outside. There's a full moon and lots of fluffy
clouds in the sky. I'm back earlier than I thought I might be. A
goodly walk around swan lake before a soak in the hot tub, a
shower, and and early start to bed should round out my day
nicely," Harlen said to his man Jessie Jones. He opened the door
and the dogs were away. They walked the same trail twice a day for
years and knew exactly where they were going. The men walked out
by the parking lot and Jones saw Harlen's Harley sitting next to
"I didn't hear the Harley, Master Johnson, and I can hear its deep
throaty rumble for a mile before you turn into the front gate. You
sit at the gate gunning the engine like an automatic weapon,
waiting impatiently for the gate opener to finally swing open
enough for you to ride through. The roar of the engine as it
bounces from the garages to the stables and back again sounds like
the opening of Mahler's Second Symphony. Yet, here it sits, and I
never heard a sound. Did you carry it on your back, sir?" Jones
asked wickedly and grinned.
"I thought you agreed to my – how did you put it? A test of
loyalty?" Harlen asked and grinned.
"Oh, I'm sorry, sir, I thought it only applied to the immediate
instructions. I had no idea I shouldn't question you about your
silent hog," Jones replied stoically, then laughed.
"Wiseacre!" Harlen said and grinned.
"To say nothing of the incredibly cute little cowboy and his
equally handsome big cowboy brother helping you push your bike
through a strange gate what popped up out of nowhere, which looked
like something out of a popular science fiction TV series," Jones
"You watched? I told you to go back into the house!" Harlen jumped
"I followed your orders to the letter. I was standing in the
kitchen loading the dishwasher and the window looks right down
onto the area where you came through the gate. Your instructions
didn't include not watching from the kitchen window, Boss," Jones
said with humor in his voice. "I don't give a damn about the
mystery of the gate or how you got from the hill country to The
Woodlands in a matter of seconds, I wanna' know about the little
cowboy and his big brother," Jones added and laughed. He got
Harlen laughing, and the big man good naturedly slapped Jones on
"How many years you been with me, Jones?" Harlen asked.
"A quarter of a century the first of June, sir," Jones replied,
"You were twenty-two and I just tuned twenty-four," he added.
"I don't know why I told you to go back to the house. No! That
ain't right neither. I do know why. I done it because it's what
the young boy, Bossman Randy Rutherford told me to tell you. By
the way, does that name ring a bell? I guess they didn't want
anyone else to know about their advanced transporting device. I
should a' told them you were my trusted man and proved your
loyalty to me so many times I lost count," Harlen said, "but then,
that's why I pay you them big bucks, ain't it?" Harlen added and
"Ah, yes! I'm just a bought man, with no marrow in my spine to
stand up for what I believe is right. Now, about them big bucks,
Boss – " Jones started.
"I know! I know! You're overdue for a raise and cost of living
increase. I'll have my secretary take care of it tomorrow," Harlen
"Does Randy Rutherford jog my memory? Who told you about the the
Rutherford name and his connection with the Daniels?" Jones asked
grinning from ear to ear.
"You did. You showed me them videos on YouTube, and I recognized
him almost immediately. The big cowboy just happened to be Billy
Daniels, the cowboy what healed my little Bossman buddy in the
parking lot of the Walmart store in Fredericksburg," Harlen
explained, "Will a goodly raise buy your loyalty for another
year?" Harlen asked and laughed.
"Money can't by loyalty, Master, as you well know. How many
business partners have you taken on over the years, what...?"
"You're right! You're right! Let's don't go there. I'm in an
excellent mood, and that's a sordid bag of snakes I don't want to
think about right now. Damn, Jones, you can be like a fish-wife
sometimes, but fortunately for me, it's one of your better traits.
You saved my ass a number of times with your keen instincts. You
know just how to work me and insert the knife into the most tender
places," Harlen continued to rag his paid servant.
"Be honest, Boss. Admit it! It's really why you pay me them big
bucks," Jones said and slapped Harlen on the back.
"I'll gladly admit it. Ya' ain't never let me down. You was always
there for me over the years. You done kept me from step'n in some
mighty big piles of horse shit. You gave up a lot in life to be my
man, and for that, I'm truly grateful. Just don't let them words
go to your head," Harlen said.
"Never, sir. And what news about young Harley-Buck Johnson?" Jones
"He's my son, Jones. Ain't no doubt about it. The DNA is a perfect
match. Hell, he looks just like me when you first met me and
interviewed to be my man all them years ago," Harlen whipped out
his cell phone, punched up the picture app, and showed Jones
several photos of Harley-Buck.
"Odds Bodkins, you're right! He looks just like you did when I met
you," Jones said in awe.
Harlen paged through several other photos and came to one he took
of Bubba and Orville standing with their arms around each other.
"Holy shit! Both them men are hot, but what's with the one in the
harness, rings, with a body like a Mack truck?" Jones asked.
"He's a punishment slave. He's being trained to become a personal
slave by the big buck standing by him. His name is Orville
Higginbothem. He tried to kill Enoch Redbone," Harlen said.
"Not 'the' Enoch Redbone – one of two heirs to the Redbone
fortune?" Jones asked.
Harlen paged through again and stopped on a picture of Tom
McMartin, his wife, and Zelma Redbone standing together and showed
"That can't be Zelma Redbone. From the rumors around Houston, the
last I heard she was dying from an incurable form of cancer,"
Jones said, "If that's her, she spent a fortune on plastic
surgery. On second thought, she don't look sick at all. In fact,
she looks damn good," Jones added.
"She remembered me. She remembered your name from the time she and
her husband visited this place. She even remembered Daffy and
Chloe's names. She asked about you. She told me to tell you
'hello,' and she sends her love," Harlen said.
Jones was quiet for a minute. "I always admired that woman. She
could make the lowest of men feel like a prince with a smile, a
good word, and an admiring pat on his butt," Jones said
Harlen laughed. "You ain't no low-man," Harlen said, "At least not
on my totem pole," he added.
"You're right. I ain't. I'm privileged and proud to be your man,
Boss," Jones said, "But don't let that go to your already big
head, neither," Jones gigged him. They shared a laugh. "After the
massive soul searching and agony you put yourself through, do you
think you did the right thing by going to the hill country?" Jones
"Ya' ain't gonna' believe this, but I really don't think I had
much of a choice. I was told by Billy Daniels' little brother I
was chosen," Harlen said.
"Chosen? Chosen for what and by whom?" Jones exclaimed.
"To become a part of something bigger than you and me – something
bigger than either one of us can imagine – to become a part of an
enhanced family being sponsored and supported by two Ancient races
of aliens out there in the universe what want to see mankind make
the final step in evolution and evolve into a more humanistic, a
more compassionate species. I don't know the details of their
goals or how far along they've come, but whatever they got in
mind, I got me a strong feeling they just might be able to pull it
off," Harlen said quietly shaking his head in disbelief.
"Harlen Buckley Johnson, don't do this to me!" Jones exclaimed,
"You promised me when I became your personal valet or 'man,' as
you like to call my position, you would always shoot straight with
me 'cause you demanded the same from your employees. Aside from
some gentle humor, I kept my end of the bargain. You know how
crazy I am about science fiction. I watch every series on the tube
– even the bad ones. You borrowed books from me I suggested you
might like to read. Why would you make-up something like 'at and
taunt me with it?" Jones demanded.
"I swear to you, Jones, in the name of some unknown god, I ain't
making it up. I cain't even think of a reason I might. Weren't the
damn transport gate enough to whet your appetite and grab you by
the balls? I made a three hundred mile, six hour trip from the
hill country to here in a matter of seconds?
Smoky-rag-headed-weed-toke'n-Jesus, they got technology at their
disposal what's a thousand years ahead of us. Even if they share
it with us, my little buddy told me we wouldn't have a clue how it
works," Harlen said strongly. "They didn't need my DNA printout to
confirm I was Harley-Buck's dad. While I watched, three of them
men changed into cowboy-angels with huge beautiful wings. They
pricked ma' fanger, tasted a drop of my blood, and instantly
confirmed I's Harley-Buck's dad. They got my boy's and my DNA on
file in their body. To prove it, Billy Daniels changed into an
exact copy of me, and the veterinarian-slave doctor changed into
Harley-Buck Junior, right before my eyes. They shore' 'nuff made a
believer out of this old cowboy," Harlen said firmly.
"I've longed for something along those lines to happen. Did you
find out anything about their plans or how well established
they've become?" Jones asked.
"Bits and pieces, from the answers to a couple of pointed
questions I put to Master Billy. It just seems so incongruous, a
cowboy as young as Billy Daniels could have gathered so much and
so many people together for a common purpose in such a short
period of time, but I get the idea they ain't through yet. I get
the feeling they's like a magnet drawing folks like us to them and
their cause. Their idea is to build a city and have it function
like a humanistic benevolent autocracy until a more stable form of
government can be formed. Oh, yes, and one important point you'll
be interested in is, they got a strong fine arts program in its
infancy. They feel society and the arts are important to the
advancement of any civilization. I was treated to several songs
sung by six flying pups while Bossman Randy and his big
cowboy-angel buddy, Clyde, played the banjo and guitar
respectively," Harlen said.
"Don't even check me about the flying talking dogs. Them cowboys
got a mother Blue Healer and six pups they altered their DNA," he
added from the look of disbelief on Jone's face. "I was told they
give a concert every Saturday afternoon out behind one of their
barns consisting of two parts; classical music and then down-home
country or Cajun music. I know how much you like classical music.
You even taught me to appreciate some of it," Harlen said, "They
got a Steinway concert grand and an old Skinner organ in the big
house. Billy just bought a new Yamaha concert grand for the stage
they built on the back of the old barn. They ain't just small time
musicians, neither. Two of Master Billy's halfling slaves play
matched Stradivarius fiddles and the surrogate mother carrying his
son plays an old rare Amati viola," Harlen rattled on.
"Wait a minute, do you realize how many cans of worms you opened
with one statement?" Jones demanded.
"I know. I'm just telling you what I witnessed. I'll try to answer
your questions, but I ain't sure I understand it myself. They
wouldn't let me take pictures of their Bigfoot protectors," Harlen
lamented. "If you like, I'll see if they'll let me bring you
along; maybe not this coming weekend, but sometime after," he
"Didn't I tell you I was sure Bigfoot existed, and they were
special to our world?" Jones asked.
"Yeah, I thought about you when I got my first look at them. I
knew you'd shit your Wranglers to see them big monsters. A couple
were downright attractive beasts. I certainly wouldn't mind having
one for a protector and pet," Harlen said. He went on to tell
Jones about the talking guard cattle and Bossman Randy explaining
they weren't really cattle, they were members of one of the
ancient races what looked like us who were morphed to look like
cows until Billy and his family could accommodate them. They got
fine looking cowboys and cowgirl slaves all over the damn place
living together in harmony like one of them old RFD hippy communes
from the sixties, except these folks are neatly dressed and well
turned-out when you see them. It's part of their pride in becoming
a part of something bigger than themselves," Harlen explained.
"I certainly would appreciate an invitation as soon as possible,
Boss," Jones said.
"I ain't heard you having intercourse with that expensive German
bitch I bought you for your thirtieth burf-day lately. I swear on
the name of some unknown got-a-damned-meringue, Bosendorfer means
a drunken beer hall Valkyrie slut in heat. The Devil his'self
knows I paid out the ass for that big-assed whore to keep my main
man happy and content at home," Harlen said and laughed, "Besides,
I'm convinced you's the only man on the planet what can tame her
and make her beg for your caress," he added.
"Since when did you discover cowboy hyperbole, Boss? You spend one
day in the heart of puncher country, and you come back speaking
another language. I always suspected you had it in you, but tried
to stifle it 'cause you's ashamed of your heritage. You should use
it more often. I always said you got a talent for bullshit," Jones
shot back. Jessie continued, "I play when you ain't here. I been
working up some new stuff I know would send you up the tallest
tree to have to listen to," Jones said, "It's modern and
poly-tonal," he added.
"Now that ain't fair, Friendly. You know damn well I come to like
a lot of stuff you play. I don't know the name of the piece or the
'poser but they's several I find myself humming when I'm alone and
need a tune to whistle; especially, the one what goes,
dum-dee-dotty-dum-daaa-dum-tot-tee-dee," Harlen sang and hit every
Jones grinned, "Yeah, that's the eighteenth variation from
Rhapsody on a theme of Paganini by Rachmaninoff," he said.
"I done listened to you play it time after time, and I never get
tired of it. I still think you should play it with an orchestra.
How many times I done told you, let me know when you's ready, and
I'll pull some strings to get you a debut?" Harlen asked.
"You mean you'll buy an orchestral to play with me, don't you?"
Jones asked and grinned.
"Whatever it takes, Jones. Ain't nothing too good for my faithful
man, but I think you're good enough. With one audition and
greasing some wheels with a nice donation to the Houston
Philharmonic, I think I could convince Zelma Jane Redbone to give
you a chance," Harlen offered.
"You don't have to buy my friendship, Boss. You won it many years
ago, and I ain't likely to forget it none too soon, neither,"
"For all your formal European valet training, you ain't too far
from cowboy speak yore'self, Hoss," Harlen zinged him.
"It's your damn fault," Jones said, and they shared a laugh. "Are
you hungry, Boss?" Jones asked.
"Naw, I et supper wiff' the Daniels' family only a while ago, but
thanks for asking. Cookie's probably already done gone to bed by
now, anyhow," Harlen replied.
"I could make you a sandwich or warm up left overs from our
supper," Jones offered.
"No, no, I ain't a bit hungry. Well, that ain't totally true,
neither. I'm hungry all right, but it ain't for food. I got me a
great empty feel'n in ma' gut I want more of what I experienced
for a brief while this afternoon and e'nin. I'm happy and grateful
for what I got and my life as a whole, but I got a glimpse of
something I ain't never had before and money can't buy, Jones, a
sense of wanting to belong to something bigger than myself. I
won't say nothing more until you get a chance to experience it for
yourself, then we'll talk," Harlen said.
Jessie Jones didn't press his boss for more. They walked in
silence enjoying the view and the black swans on the small lake on
Harlen's property. It was a full moon, and the large black birds
were magnificent, sailing silently together with their small
family of cygnets swimming in formation behind them. Jones kept
scraps of bread from the cook's trimmings and would bring them
along in a bag when he walked the dogs. He would feed the swans
every evening as a treat. They were so used to Jones and Harlen,
they had no fear and swam up to them to accept the treats from
their hands. Jones made sure the cygnets got a couple. It was a
picture perfect evening as they headed back to the house talking
quietly. The great cattle dogs were on their best behavior. The
leader of their pack was home.
* * * * * * *
Stan and his husband, Cletus, were lying in bed together that same
night, still hooked together like a big steam-engine and a coal
car enjoying the afterglow of one of the best fucks they ever
shared. It was a wonderful moment. They were physically and
emotionally sated and content, complimenting each other on what
each brought to their sexual feast. Since his boss at the
restaurant kept his word and hired a dishwasher and another busboy
trainee, Stan was able to get off a little early, and wasn't so
tired when he got home. It just happened to be their sixth
anniversary together. Stan mentioned their anniversary in passing
to his favorite waitress confidant, and she told the cook, who was
a straight Italian man with six kids. Luigi Carobelle was a
humanist of the first magnitude and worked
as a chef for years. He couldn't avoid the fact every other person
in the food prep and service game was a gay man or woman. He
wasn't worried in the least and embraced their lifestyle as
natural and healthy. He claimed the best, most conscientious, and
caring workers were his gay children as he referred to them.
It was a slow night at the restaurant. Luigi called young Stan
into the kitchen. "Stanley, my son, your day is over. Take your
apron off, and go home to your husband. Your family will finish up
here, and we wish you men a very happy anniversary. The box on the
counter was made for you to take home. It is for you, your good
husband, and extended family. Don't you dare open it until you get
home!" Luigi exclaimed, threw his big arms around Stan, and kissed
him on each cheek twice. "One kiss for you, and one for you to
give your husband for us when you get home. You tell him it's from
Luigi and your family at the restaurant. We wish him the best, and
for him to take you to bed and tear off a big piece of your pretty
little ass for us, and we won't be convinced unless you come back
to work on Monday with your ass in a sling," he said with a big
Stan almost fell on the floor laughing, "I promise. I will
certainly pass on your generous affections, Luigi. Thanks to you,
and our family here at the restaurant, I'm sure we will have a
fine anniversary," Stan said.
Stan couldn't remove his apron fast enough. He was surprised but
touched when the other employees gathered to give him a quick hug
and a kiss. They wanted to wish him well. They each slipped a
generous portion of their tips into his pocket to take home with
him. Stan carried the huge cardboard box out to the truck and
carefully set it on the seat next to him for the drive home. It
completely filled the seat to the ceiling of the cab. When he
drove up the long dirt road, which was so far from the main road,
you could neither hear nor see lights from the occasional auto or
truck on the highway. He saw the lights from the cabin and the
door was open with Cletus sitting on the front steps surrounded by
Erasmus and his family. The little female was sitting in Cletus's
lap. She didn't seem to be in in hurry to vacate her comfortable
seat just because Master Stan was coming in the truck, but her
mother took her by the hand to free Master Cletus. Cletus gently
patted her on her arm as she went to her mother's arms.
Stan went to Cletus's arms and gave him a big hug and a kiss on
each cheek. He explained the ritual passing of kisses Luigi told
him about, and explained he was just following orders. Stan
greeted the rest of his family and asked Cletus to give him a hand
with the large box. It was so big and heavy, Stan struggled to get
it into the truck, but it was nothing for Cletus to carry. They
went into the house and Erasmus and his family went off to their
nests in the old dilapidated barn on the back of the property to
give the men their privacy. Cletus and Stan opened the enormous
box and inside were huge to-go cartons with their names carefully
printed on each box. They got them out and set them on their old
picnic table they used for eating. Cletus discovered another layer
and there were four huge to-go cartons labeled 'other family
members.' Stan shared the secret of the Bigfoot family they were
feeding as well as themselves and obviously they passed the info
on to Luigi. The four boxes were stuffed with wonderful leftover
scraps, but so much of it, each one would make a good meal for
Erasmus and his family. They removed them, but there was one more
layer. Beneath the cardboard covering, was a plastic cake box with
a small cake fully decorated with Happy Anniversary Stan and
Cletus. Stan was so moved he broke into tears.
Cletus took his mate into his arms to comfort him. "They love you,
Stan, and they want the best for us. I would like to meet them,"
"You will Sunday after next. We're gonna' throw a party for the
folks I work for and some of the regulars in the town, remember?"
Stan said, "And I done rounded up another couple of musicians to
play with us. One old lady, Ms. Gimble, bought a set of drums. She
played when she was younger. She's been playing a lot, but she
wants to play with a band. One older man plays a bass fiddle. He
wants to play with us and Ms. Gimble. I think he's got the hots
for Gladys Gimble," Stan said and laughed.
They carried the four large boxes out to the old barn and Cletus
gave his secret whistle to alert Erasmus and his family it was
just him and Stan approaching. They met the men at the door.
Cletus and Stan handed each member of the small family one of the
cartons, and they gratefully accepted them. The men explained the
occasion, and they seemed happy for their human friends who cared
about them and included them in their lives. Stan later remarked,
if only his real family could have been as loving and gracious as
their adopted family, he might have grown up different.
"Yes, and I thank some unknown god they weren't!" Cletus
"Why?" Stan demanded, laughing at his husband's strong retort.
"'Cause if you grow'd up to be different, you might not have
fallen in love with somebody as ugly as me, mon cher," Cletus
"Good point, mon ami. I never thought about it that way, but
you're right. I wouldn't trade a perfect family for my love for
you, Cleet," Stan said, and they shared a tender kiss.
"We come too far together, Stan, to worry about what might have
been," Cletus whispered as he held his husband tight in a bear
"Come, love, let's go see what they made for us for our
anniversary dinner," Stan said, took Cletus by the hand, and led
him into the cabin.
The cartons were filled with wonderful food prepared just for
them. The food wasn't leftovers. There were choice cuts of meat
and side dishes with a salad and a bottle of a fine Merlot which
they drank from their coffee mugs. When they finished, they were
stuffed, and decided to have the cake later when they would share
it with their family. Cletus and Stan lost no time between the
last taste of wine and throwing off their clothes with wild
abandon to finish off the evening with a grand fuck. They were
laying there still hooked together talking quietly, swapping deep
gentle kisses, and whispering wonderful dirty things to each
"I know we talked about getting out of here as soon as possible,
but there's things we need to get done. We got four weeks until
the weekend of the wedding back in Texas. Even though George got a
dishwasher and he's doing good, I don't know if he'll be able to
find two more busboys in two weeks. He said he's putting ads in
the papers around the area and in Portland, but not everyone wants
to live way up here in the middle of nowhere. When we came up
here, we took what we could get. What would you say if I told
George I'll stay another two weeks? That way, we won't have to
impose on Bubba Kirkendall more'n a couple of days. You know what
they say about company and fish," Stan said.
"I don't mind. As long as I got you in my arms and my health
restored to be your husband, I'm a happy camper, but I thought
you's fed up working for George," Cletus said.
"He's changed his attitude since he knows I don't have to work for
him no more if I don't want to. He knew I didn't have no choice
before, and he held it over me when he asked ridiculous things of
me. Besides, he ain't around that much. It's an unwritten law, if
you want a restaurant to be successful and run smoothly you only
let the owner in the back door to hand out the pay checks. I'm
mostly worried about Luigi, my work-mates, and friends who come to
the restaurant. They become like a second family to me, and some
of the locals seemed really hurt to hear I was leaving.
Sheriff Andreeson and his family come in ever' Friday night, and
he tips everybody real good. I don't think he's just buying votes
neither. I think he's a genuinely good man. The town drunk is so
well trained, when he gets loaded he just staggers to the jail,
goes to a cell, and passes out. They don't have to worry about
him. I feel so sorry for his boy, Bobby. He's got them two club
feet, and he suffers from some degenerating disease which makes it
almost impossible for him to communicate. I'm one of the few who
knows what he's trying to say and can translate what he wants or
needs. He tells me what he wants to eat, and I make sure he gets
it. Most of the time his parents can't understand him. He get's so
angry and frustrated sometimes he makes me cry with empathy for
him. He's eighteen years old and a burden on everyone in their
family. They don't look at it that way, but he's a lot of work,"
Cletus smiled and shook his head, "I can read you like a book,
Veed. I know what you's think'n, Mon Ami, but you shouldn't
presume on Master Billy's goodness. I thank them Ancients ever
hour, on the hour, he's been gracious enough to embrace you and me
because of his connection with your family. We ain't know'd him
long enough or proved ourselves to ask such a great boon of him,"
"I also know you's a gamble'n man, Cleet. I'm bet'n when he sees
Bobby in his wheelchair at the party we's gonna' throw Sunday
after next, he won't be able to resist setting him right. I got me
a plan I'm sure will work. All you gotta' do is invite him and
Bossman Randy to our party. I just know them men well enough
they'll bring Cousin Tin-Tin, them other fine musicians, and we
can rock the place. As a matter of fact, I's thinking on having a
small intimate musical evening next Sunday for the folks to come
and enjoy – sort of get them primed for the big Sunday," Stan
"I done told you, you's the husband in charge of our lives, as
long as you let me be your husband in the bedroom. I trust your
instincts, Mon Cher. You ain't never let me down," Cletus said.
"Good, then lets get cleaned up, sit on the front porch with our
instruments, play for a while to get back into the groove, share
some music and cake with our family, and go back to bed so's I can
take care of my husband one more time before the magic of our
anniversary runs out," Stan said.
"I'm so glad I put you in charge, Mon Cher," Cletus said and
They took out their instruments, sat on the front porch, and began
to play. They no sooner finished one piece when Cletus would shout
out the name of the next one, stomp his big foot, and they would
go to it like two hounds chasing a coon. It didn't take long for
their family to respond to the wonderful racket they were making.
They came and sat on some logs in the front. As they were playing,
Cletus sent mental images of people doing Cajun dances to Casper
and his little sister. They got the idea they could dance to the
music and began to do big stomping dances in time to the music.
They were so cute and funny, it almost made Cletus and Stan forget
their playing. Their parents couldn't let the kids have all the
fun and more awkwardly began to learn. Soon they were dancing
about like bears in a forest of camphor trees.* It was unique and
spontaneous to say the least, but they seemed to be enjoying
themselves to the max. They had big smiles on their faces.
They played for a couple of hours and were getting better and
better. They played their instruments like they made love, with
passion, strength, and gusto creating one great climax after
another until they were physically and emotionally exhausted. Then
they sat quietly and complimented each other on their
performances. Stan got up and went into the cabin. He carefully
cut the small cake in to six equal pieces and put them on the
paper plates from the box. He called to Cletus to carry two and he
carried two out to their family and told them to enjoy. It was in
celebration of Cletus and Stan being together for six years. The
family was honored the men included them and ate their cake like
it was manna from the gods. Cletus and Stan ate theirs with the
last of the wine and enjoyed the moment.
"You surprised me, my handsome husband. You ain't forgot nothing,
mon ami?" Cletus complimented Stan on his fiddle playing.
"Since Master Billy gimme' that booster shot of his life-force, it
come back to me so easy, Cleet. I find myself wanting to build on
it and let myself go. We need to practice some more. I want us to
be really good if we decide to play this coming Sunday evening,"
"We's good enough now, but I agree, more practice couldn't hurt
none. I need to practice a little more on being your husband
tonight, mon cher," Cletus declared.
"Hell, I don't know how you could get much better, Cleet. You's
about as perfect as a body could hope for. You's dynamite a little
earlier; howsomever, I agree, a little more practice will hone our
cutting edge with each other. I think you might pay a little more
attention to them long deep strokes you take, and perhaps build
the tempo just a mite more before you reach the climax in your
favorite piece," Stan said and grinned wickedly.
"Oh, you do, huh?" Cletus asked, "I'll take that into
consideration, my love. I think Master Billy done went and made
yore' little man-cunt just a bit tighter. Before the accident, I
had you opened up just the way I liked it. I need to do some
serious love making to make it welcome Daddy Cleet home and make
him feel comfortable like it used to. Let's, kick off our boots,
throw 'um on the floor, rosin up the bow, and get down to it," he
added. They said goodnight to their family and retired to their
bed for one final duet. They made beautiful music together. It was
a star-maker. Even without a bell to ring, they created two giant
twin stars in a nearby galaxy which became known as Coozone Cleet
and Coozone 'Veed in the constellation Pleiades, the great bear.
They gave off a lovely light.
* * * * * * *
Harlen decided to wait until Friday morning to transport to the
Daniels' ranch, and he decided not to take the Harley. He would
some other time or use the hill country for a goodly ride when he
was in the mood to clear his mind and let the bike lull him into a
comfortable nether world of well-being – at least for a while.
Since he was born and raised in cow country, he decided it was
time to reclaim his heritage. Something Jones said the night
before about being ashamed of his upbringing struck him like a
poisoned arrow of truth which found its mark in the conscience of
his heart. Once he started to climb the ladder of financial
success, he rarely visited his closet where he stored his Western
clothes unless he planned to ride his stallion. Harlen had a
closet filled with fine, expensive Western gear. Harlen was lying
in bed contemplating the day at five A.M. He set aside any plans
for the weekend to spend it in the hill country. He could hear
Jones downstairs in the kitchen making coffee. The dogs woke him
when they heard Jones moving about. They were like two water
buffaloes trying to get out the door, down the hall, bounding
downstairs for their morning treats, only to be let outside for
their morning run. Harlen felt a tickle in the back of his brain
like a comfortable electrical shock, and he smiled to himself.
<< 'Zat chu, Bossman? >> Harlen asked.
<< It's me, sir. Are you up? >> Randy asked.
<< I'm awake. My man, Jones, always wakes me every morning
about this time, and the dogs leave my room like a stampeding herd
of buffaloes. There ain't no sleeping after that. Are you men
ready to open the gate? >> he asked.
<< Anytime you like, sir. Me and my big brother are sitting
here wait'n for you. You gonna' bring the Harley, >> Randy
<< Not this time, Bossman. I'll wear my cowboy clothes to
fit-in a little better. I'll save the Harley for what I call
sanity-adjustment therapy – that is, when I need to get away and
not think about things for a while. A
motorcycle can be the greatest escape machine known to modern man
– much better than drugs," Harlen explained. "Why don't you men
come through the gate, walk up to the back door, knock, and
introduce yourselves to my man, Jessie Jones, and I'll be down in
a few minutes. He's been with me for twenty-five years and won't
say nothing about the gate. He watched us from the kitchen window
when you men saw me home, and he'd very much like to meet you and
Master Billy," Harlen sent.
<< What about them big dogs? >> Randy asked.
<< I don't think they's capable of loving anyone to death,
Son. Call them by their names – Daffy and Chloe. Besides, they'll
probably be back in the house by the time you come through the
gate. If you're unsure, wait ten minutes. It will give me enough
time to jump in the shower, and dress, >> Harlen replied.
<< Okay, I love dogs. I looked up the breed on my computer
yesterday, and they's big dogs. I ain't afraid. I got a way with
animals, >> Randy sent, << See you in a few minutes,
Master Harlen, >> he added and broke their connection.
Harlen smiled to himself, threw back the covers, and stumbled into
the bathroom to do his morning ritual. It was Jones's habit to
give the big dogs a treat before they went out for their morning
relief and one when they returned. They never took more than five
to ten minutes. They wanted their second treat as soon as
possible. Harlen just got out of the shower when he heard the dogs
barking in the kitchen. They were alerting their second in charge
when their pack leader was unavailable, there was someone at the
back door. Jones leaned over the kitchen window to see the two
cowboys who came through the gate with Harlen Wednesday night. He
went to the door and opened it while yelling at the dogs to calm
down and behave.
"Ah, Master Daniels and Bossman Randy Rutherford, welcome! Come
in, come in!" Jones exclaimed, "I'm Jessie Jones, Master Harlen's
main man. I'm a glorified butler, valet, domestic secretary, and
social arranger. I make sure he's where he's suppose to be,
dressed properly, and on time. I been with him twenty-five years
the first of June. Don't mind the four-footed monsters. They's
good watch dogs, but once you're accepted into the house, they'll
try to suck every ounce of love out of you. Their names are
Daphnis and Chloe. The male can be a bit goofy at times, so Master
Harlen started calling him 'Daffy' and it stuck," Jones
<< You don't look goofy to me, big guy, >> Randy sent
to the male holding out the flat of his hand for him to get his
<< I ain't. I just go crazy sometimes when my mate goes into
heat. I can't think of nothing else but nature's call – not unlike
a lot of men I see what can't talk and stumble around a good
looking woman of their species, >> Daffy replied. Randy
laughed. Daffy came to Randy and gave him a big, wet, sloppy, dog
"You just been accepted as one of the pack, Son. Daffy's usually
the last to accept anyone new," Jones said.
"My little brother got into Daffy's head, and they exchanged
greetings," Billy explained, shaking Jones's hand.
"Oh, look, Brother! Look at that huge piano in there. I ain't
never seen me one that big!" Randy exclaimed.
"Neither have I little brother. Is that one of them Imperial
Bosendorfers with ninety-seven keys?" Billy asked.
"It is, indeed. It was a gift from Master Harlen for my thirtieth
birthday," Jones replied, delightfully surprised, "Do you men
play?" he asked.
"I mess around with it, but my little brother's the real talent in
our family," Billy said and smiled.
"He's also so full of bullshit you have to walk upwind of him most
of the time, Mr. Jones," Randy said, and the young boy's
cowboy-candor made Jessie Jones laugh.
"You must be mighty important to your boss. This monster must have
cost a King's ransom," Billy said, "Low-end, a hun'nert and fifty
thou," he added.
"You know your pianos, sir. Would you like to play it, Randy?"
"Could I?" he asked his big brother in awe of the monster.
"The man offered. Play him something. How 'bout the Bach you
surprised us with at the last barnyard
concert?" Billy asked.
Randy sat down, adjusted the bench, and launched into the first
movement of Bach's Partita Number One. Billy watched Jessie's face
respond in surprise like he was expecting chop-sticks or a
two-part invention at most. Jones's mouth dropped open in awe, and
he just shook his head. Billy looked at him, winked, and grinned
real big at the stunned look on his face. Billy put the back of
his hand to his mouth to hide his laughter. He watched Jones mouth
the word 'fuck' and held up six fingers to Billy with a
questioning look. Billy shook his head negative and held up seven
fingers. They shared a laugh. Randy was about halfway through the
piece when Harlen walked into the room in his Western clothes
including a large handsome straw hat. He couldn't believe it was
his little buddy sitting at the piano ripping off a difficult Bach
piece which few seasoned musicians attempt. When he finally got to
the last movement, the Gigue, Randy played it at break-neck speed
with flawless intonation. Billy was impressed his little brother
was actually playing better with more maturity than he did the
previous weekend. He was more than a little impressed himself.
The great dogs came and sat attentively on either side of Randy
like they knew this was something unusual for a human his age. Of
course, Randy left his mental-phone off-the-hook when he was
really concentrating on something, and the beasts got to
experience the full pleasure of his intellect and the workings of
his gifted, enhanced young mind in the execution of the music. It
was something they never experienced before, but it was much to
their liking. The great cattle dogs not only listened, they joined
him and added to his strength and commitment. Toward the last they
started humming along and groaning in tune to the last half of the
Gigue. They sounded like a canine Glenn Gould descant, only more
in tune. When Randy finished, he grabbed their big heads with both
arms and kissed each one. He realized they were surfing along with
him and giving him extra strength to draw upon. Randy had tears in
his eyes he was in such ecstasy. The great dogs licked his tears
away as Harlen, Jessie, and Billy applauded for him.
"You didn't tell me you could play piano as well as the banjo,
Bossman," Harlen said.
"It never came up, Master Harlen. We didn't have much time
together to get to know each other. I'm sure there's more about
you we'll discover – like your wonderful main man who has been so
gracious to us, and your two wonderful companions," Randy replied.
"Now, my big brother will play for you," Randy said like a monarch
making a decree.
"And what would you have me play for them, little Brother?" Billy
"The Stravinsky Etudes I like so well. I want Daffy and Chloe to
hear them, and if they want to sing along on the slow movement
don't anyone try to quiet them," Randy replied vacating the piano
bench. Randy laughed and lovingly petted each big dog again. Then,
he ran to Harlen's big arms for a hug and an early morning cowboy
kiss. "Oh, and big Brother, leave your door open for Daffy and
Chloe to come unto you and give you a boost. I had no idea dogs
love music," Randy said like a sacred epiphany.
Billy did as his little brother told him and began to play the
first Stravinsky Etude. The great dogs sat on either side of him
and watched his hands like they were mesmerized. Billy could feel
them tapping into his brain and not just coming along for the ride
but helping him row the boat. It was a wonderful feeling of mutual
cooperation. It was certainly stimulating and boarder-line
erotic. When Billy played the third movement, as Randy predicted,
the great dogs began to actually anticipate the notes and moaned
and groaned along with Billy's playing but were holding back for
fear of overwhelming his performance. << Nonsense! Don't
hold back, my Children! >> Billy sent to the great beasts.
<< Let yourselves go! Sing out Daffy! Sing out Chloe!
>> he mentally yelled to them. The dogs cast off any
inhibitions, threw back their handsome heads, cut loose, and sang
along in perfect harmony.
Harlen started to say something, but Randy sent him and Jessie a
message. << No! Don't correct them! Master Billy insisted
they join in, >> Jessie looked at Randy and Harlen. He
never experienced anyone speaking mind to mind with him, and he
looked flummoxed. Harlen grinned, pointed to Randy's head, and
grinned. Jessie just shook his head like he was unprepared.
Billy played the last movement at a good clip but didn't blur the
lines of the music by playing it too fast as most pianist try to
do. It was a well mannered performance and a more mature reading
of it than one might expect from someone so young. It was well
played and stunningly executed. When Billy finished he had hugs
and kisses for the great cow dogs as well. He was as much in love
with them as Randy. The other three men applauded for him. Harlen
was more impressed with Randy and Billy than ever, but Jessie
Jones was more than just a little impressed. He understood what
Harlen was trying to tell him the night before. There was
something about these men Jessie Jones admired, and he wanted to
"Now, you must play for us, brother Jones," Billy said.
"My boss asked me last evening as we walked Daffy and Chloe why he
ain't heard me playing much lately, and I told him I was working
up some new stuff I knew he couldn't tolerate more than one
hearing. To listen to me practice it over and over again would be
like standing him before a firing squad. So now would be as good a
time as any to premier the latest work I learned; Bela Bartok's
Three Etudes Opus 18," Jessie said.
"Yikes and goblins! Rough pieces, Brother! I'd love to hear them.
I ain't introduced my little Brother to the joys of Bartok yet,
but as you say, now would be as good a time as any. Once bitten by
the Bartok bug, a body is terminally infected, and there ain't no
cure," Billy said.
"Agreed, Brother," Jessie said firmly.
Jessie sat down and began to play. Harlen was sitting in a chair
holding Randy in his lap shamelessly stealing a kiss from time to
time. Randy loved the attention. The great dogs were sitting on
either side of Harlen and Randy. They didn't want to be more than
a few feet away from Randy. They idolized the young human. He
could speak to their minds. He could feel what they feel and
allowed them to share his feelings with them. Randy sat enraptured
with Jessie's playing. The music was rhythmic, raw, and strident,
but somehow it had a super intelligence behind it that transcended
the dissonance and clashing chords. It was the work of a musical
genius of the first order. Billy was right. It didn't take Randy
long to be bitten by the Bartok bug. Jessie played the three
Etudes flawlessly. Billy never heard them played better. When
Jessie finished, the three men applauded for him and the dogs
howled their approval. While Harlen was proud and pleased with his
friend, he had to admit he didn't think he could take a steady
diet or listen to someone learn the pieces. The word 'Hosanna'
came to his mind, but he remained silent.
"Gees, Mr. Jones, that was terrific!" Billy exclaimed, "We're
always looking for new talent, and I'd love to have you play for
us. My slaves and cows would love it. They love anything new and
different from what they're used to hearing, but they also love
our ethnic music part of the program as well. We just installed a
new Yamaha concert grand on the stage behind our old barn. Other
than me and Randy playing Chop-sticks and Heart and Soul, it ain't
been properly played. It's a virgin instruments waiting for a fine
musician like you to lovingly break her in. Do you think there's
anyway your employer might find it in his big heart to allow you
to come to our Saturday afternoon barbecue and Barnyard Concert
tomorrow?" Billy asked.
"And play for cows?" Jessie asked and grinned.
"Yes, highly intelligent cows with IQ's well over 150. You should
see them dance the Virginia Reel," Billy replied and got a laugh
out of Harlen and Randy.
"My only audience for the last several years has been Daffy and
Chloe, and Master Harlen when he's in the mood. I never really
thought about whether the dogs might be enjoying my playing, but
the offer is tempting," Jessie said and smiled at Harlen.
"We could come collect you about eleven tomorrow morning," Billy
"What do you think, Boss?" Jones asked Harlen.
"Don't see why not. Cook and Handy can look after the place while
you're gone," Harlen said, "I think it would do you good to get
away from this place for a while and socialize with some
interesting folks," Harlen said and grinned. Jessie picked up his
subtle reference and smiled.
"Good. Then it's settled. We'll be here at eleven sharp," Billy
"I'll look forward to it," Jessie said.
Billy and Randy said their goodbyes and had a hug and an extra pat
for Daffy and Chloe. The big dogs didn't want them to leave. They
never met humans before who could talk to them in their mind. It
was so freeing for them, and they idolized Billy and Randy. They
herded the men to the gate. They wanted to go with them when they
went through, but Jessie held them back. He consoled them, by
assuring Daffy and Chloe they would see them tomorrow when they
came for him. They wanted to ask why they couldn't go, but alas,
their number two pack leader couldn't communicate mind to mind
with them. They resolved to ask Randy and Master Billy about it
the next day.
* * * * * * *
"What kept you men?" Kate asked somewhat perturbed, "We almost
started serving without you," she added.
"Bossman Randy and me got into a big fight with a giant
Bosendorfer Imperial!" Billy exclaimed, "H'it dang near chewed me
up and spit me out, Grandma! If'n it hadn't a' been for my little
brother, here, coming to my rescue and taming the humongous
critter, I'd a been a goner fer sure!" Billy said using his best
cowboy hyperbole. When Billy got silly it would level Randy, and
he would turn into a bag of giggles.
"A Bosendorfer Imperial? I thought they were extinct. I'm sure we
don't have any roaming the hill country looking for wannabe
musicians to gobble up. If there are, it's slim pickings around
these parts. Good thing you took the Bossman with you, Son," Kate
replied and smiled.
"I'm familiar with the beast you speak of, Master Billy. I
understand Master Johnson's head-of-household, Mr. Jones, plays
quite well," Zelma Jane said and winked at Harlen.
"Better'n quite-well, ma'am. He's phenomenal. He brought that dang
beast to its knees and made it beg for mercy with them three
Bartok Etudes he played for us. He's coming tomorrow for our
barbecue and Barnyard Concert to inaugurate our new stage grand.
It will be nice to have some new talent play for us," Billy said.
"I'll look forward to meeting him again. Mr. Jones is a
gentleman's gentleman. He is well thought of and highly admired in
Texas social circles," Zelma said firmly, "I've seen him back down
an arrogant new-money loud mouthed swine who had a little too much
to drink and was ranting about something he knew absolutely
nothing about. With nothing more than his sterling tongue and
compassionate wit more lethal than the late Molly Ivins, Mr. Jones
would have the man laughing at his own ignorance. In his next
breath, with a little ego stroking and few well placed compliments
as social wound dressing, Mr. Jones would have the bully eating
from his hand in a matter of minutes following him around like a
stoned hippy who just found his personal guru," Zelma said, "He
was a strong supporter and worked hard for Texas last real
governor, Ann Richards," she added.
Harlen beamed at her compliment. "Thank you, Mrs. Redbone. Coming
from you, that's quite a compliment. Hiring Jessie Jones was one
of the smartest decisions I ever made in my life. As long as he
agrees to remain in my employ, he will be well taken care of, and,
god forbid, should he choose to leave, I have made sure he will
never want for the rest of his life," Harlen said like a sacred
"It's only as it should be, good sir," Zelma said in agreement.
"Let's eat!" Kate exclaimed, like she heard enough, and it was
time to feed the body. No one objected.
Billy and Randy talked about Harlen's place and meeting Jessie
Jones and the two dogs Daffy and Chloe. Kate almost spit her
coffee across the table upon hearing the names but managed to
choke it down amid laughter. Zelma carefully explained the slight
name change from the mythological couple as related to her by
Jessie Jones. She thought it was delightful and Kate agreed. The
were mature dogs when my husband was still alive when we visited
your place for a lovely outdoor barbecue," Zelma observed.
"Yes, ma'am, they were about six years old. That's been five years
ago, and Daffy is beginning to have difficulties with his hip.
Sometimes it goes out altogether and he has to drag himself along
until Jessie can call the vet to give him a hormone shot and some
oral pain killers. Then he'll be all right for a while, but they
keep coming more often. I hate to put him down. I know it sounds a
bit silly and perhaps maudlin but them two dogs bind us together
as family," Harlen said and blushed at his moment of weakness.
"Nonsense and fiddle-faddle!" exclaimed Zelma, "Ain't anyone
sitting at this table what can't claim the same relationship with
some beloved animal with whom they have shared a close
relationship," she said firmly, "It's obvious you haven't met
Master Billy's owner, yet," she added.
"Hear! Hear!" exclaimed Nathan and echoed by Tron Garrett.
"You have a master?" Harlen asked Billy.
"Yes, sir, he's a fine Morgan Palomino pony I hand-raised from a
young colt. His name is Samson. He's my owner and master. When I
need advice he's always ready to listen and help me understand the
right way. Like you done said about your 'man' Jessie, I will see
to his well-being for life," Billy said.
"I'll look forward to meeting him," Harlen said and
Harlen inquired about Harley-Buck and Billy told him they
processed their new slaves yesterday, but he wouldn't be able to
see or spend time with his son until after noon. Billy explained
he only worked his slaves four and a half days per week and their
weekend officially began when they were told to quit work at
eleven on Fridays to clean up and get ready for lunch. The rest of
the day and weekend they were free to do as they pleased. "After
lunch, Bossman and I will take you out to see where Harley-Buck
and Earl are bunking and you can spend some one-on-one time with
him if you like," Billy said.
"Did you get to watch the new slaves being processed, Bossman?"
Harlen asked Randy.
"I sure did. I held Harley-Buck's hand while he got his piercings.
You won't believe how good they look. They'll look a lot better
after a couple of months work and daily workouts with their
handlers. They's a little pale, but it won't take long, and
they'll be as tan and healthy looking as Orville Higginbothem,"
Billy and Randy took Harlen everywhere they went that morning.
Billy didn't see any reason to hold anything back from the big
cowboy. Harlen was becoming more use to the group of men who
followed Billy around everywhere they went. He was particularly
impressed by the large cowboy Billy introduced as he surrogate
dad, Nick Samuels, but he made no connection to any biblical
connotation. He heard others refer to him as Captain Nick and
wondered, but didn't ask any questions. Being a cowboy himself,
Harlen figured he would begin to put the pieces together and who
played what role with whom. He was most impressed by the huge
cowboys Clyde and Balthazar in particular. He couldn't ever
remember seeing such a fine looking black man. The big black man
seemed to be most attentive to Zelma Redbone and Harlen would see
them exchanging words and then laughing between them like two
close friends. It never crossed Harlen's mind there was anything
more than a mutual admiration between them, and he was right.
It seemed each of Master Billy's inner circle were ringed and
Harlen found the look most arousing. He asked one of the other two
cowboys, Garth and Mack, why they weren't ringed and they replied
Master Billy didn't require it of them. He never required it of
his other protectors. Balthazar was his only ringed slave for a
while, and the others chose to be ringed in deference to the big
black man; however, they both assured him it probably would only
be a matter of time and convenience before they petitioned Master
Billy to ring them. While they understood it was a mark of
slavery, they came to look upon it as an honor to be known as one
of Master Billy's slaves. "You will come to understand, in time,
Master Johnson," they assured him, "we have no secrets and we
won't try to hide anything from someone new. You only have to ask
about something you don't understand, and someone will explain,
sir," Garth added.
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind. Would it be inappropriate to
inquire about Master Billy and Captain Nick's relationship?" he
"No, sir, not at all. While Master Billy's official bonded mate
and husband is his big protector, Boomer, Captain Nick acts as
Master Billy's dad, and they share the same bed. Is that enough
without going into further detail?" Mack asked and grinned.
"I'd say you answered my question fully to my satisfaction, sir.
Thank you," Harlen replied.
Since Randy learned to use his transporting gate app so
successfully, Billy came to rely on him for transportation here
and there. Randy opened a gate and everyone passed through to the
village square on
Captain Nick's ship. They told Harlen they were taking him to meet
the more unusual members of Master Billy's tribe and for him to
just take everything in stride. He would come to understand in
time. Harlen was amazed there was a complete village with small
people busy going about their lives – until, the gate sprang up
and Master Billy and their Captain came walking through. Harlen
couldn't believe the love the village folks showered on the men.
They dropped everything they were doing to come greet them. Billy
introduced Harlen as Harley-Buck's long lost dad who was recently
reunited each other. Everyone seemed to know who Harley-Buck was
and smiled at Harlen like he was welcome. There were many small,
medium size people, and several giants milling about. He couldn't
get over the Sun Bears and especially the winged ones who were
flying about having a wonderful time greeting the men. They would
land in someone's arms and smother them with hugs and kisses with
lots of squeals and giggles when the men would tickle them. It was
like something out of a Disney movie. What gripped Harlen to the
bottom of his gut was the unbridled love these creatures shared
with Master Billy and his entourage. This was not staged. They
were genuinely happy to be reunited with their master again.
The men spent the morning touring Captain Nick's ship. Harlen
couldn't believe it was a space ship, especially after visiting
the castle and being introduced to the great Shedus. He remembered
seeing statues of the great beasts in the ruins of Persia when he
visited several years before. He was told they were mythological
beasts. Harlen never considered they might be real. Billy made a
point of taking Harlen to the dungeon in the castle.
"Welcome to 'Hell', Mr. Johnson," Billy said and grinned at
"Is this where you brought Womack and my boy?" he asked.
"We figured if we heated it up, and decorated it with lots of red
lights and special effects it would make a convincing Hades. Would
you like to meet big daddy Satan?" Billy asked and smiled.
"He's one of your men?" Harlen asked in awe.
"Gog! Do us a favor and let us see you in your Daddy Satan form,"
"Right away, Master Billy. You mind if I strip first so's I don't
ruin my clothes, sir?" Gog asked.
"Not at all. We's family here, and you know I
personally enjoy seeing your fine body in the raw. I'm sure our
guest will find you as comely as the rest of us," Billy replied.
It only took a minute for Gog to strip. When he turned around, the
giant man stood before them in his naked glory. Gog was stunning,
and his time with the Daniels' family showed. Billy Gog Groats was
an awesome giant, but he was even more impressive in the raw.
Billy heard Harlen suck in a deep breath of air like he was
surprised and stunned at the same time. "Impressive," he said
firmly, "Very impressive!" he exclaimed.
"Now, Master Billy?" Gog asked.
"Now would be fine, my friend," Billy replied respectfully.
Gog morphed into the even larger and more impressive red demon
with his magnificent horns and other, even more impressive,
attributes. Billy heard Harlen laugh. "My god! What a magnificent
creature. I can understand why my boy would be so impressed. He
told me the whole story, but I just couldn't imagine. I thought he
was either recalling a vivid dream, or he might have been
hypnotized. What about you? I know you must be the demon he fell
in love with," Harlen said.
Billy took off his clothes and stood naked before everyone. He
morphed to his Kagoli demon form. He walked up to Gog, and the
giant demon opened his arms for his master. Gog sat Billy upon his
lap with his arms around him shamelessly stealing kisses and
licking him with his huge black tongue. "Are you Daddy Satan's
favorite little demon-son?" Gog asked teasing Billy, and everyone
in the room broke up laughing.
"I am, indeed, your faithful and loving demon son, Daddy Satan.
You can be my daddy anytime you want," Billy replied and kissed
Gog on the mouth to seal their troth. Everyone was laughing and
applauding. "Where are my flying demons?" Billy called out and
clapped his hands. Instantly his enhanced Sun Bear family morphed
into their demon forms and began flying about with their bat-like wings. Everyone went crazy
applauding and stomping their boots for the cute little critters.
They landed on the large dais. Several landed on Gog and Billy's
laps. Although it looked totally convincing, Harlen was blown away
by the inventiveness and fun everyone seemed to be having. No one
was uptight or frowning. They were having a ball celebrating their
abilities to be creative and capture the moment.
Harlen's mind coupled the experience with Randy and Billy's
playing Jessie's piano earlier in the morning. It was the same
sense of love and an overwhelming joy of life. It was play, and
they were having a ball. It suddenly struck Harlen, while they
could be unquestioningly serious and determined in their lust for
life, it was their sense of freedom and joy through 'play' that
united them into a single large family tribe. No one was left out,
not even an innocent bystander like himself. Each had a part to
play which brought them together as a whole. It was what he was
trying to describe to Jones the evening he returned but couldn't
find the words.
<< Exactly! >> Harlen heard in his mind and looked
down at Randy who was smiling up at him.
<< I think I'm beginning to understand. I should just let
go, let it overwhelm and consume me, then wallow in the bounty,
>> Harlen sent back.
<< You do understand. Freude, schöner Götterfunken, Tochter
aus Elysium! Pace yourself, Brother, there's much more to come,
Master Harlen, >> Randy returned.
<< I think I'm ready, Bossman, >> Harlen said and
pulled Randy to his side.
Billy introduced Harlen to Gog and the giant took him into his
arms, gave him a big hug, and a kiss on his cheek. "Forgive me
Master Johnson, I should have seen the resemblance, but the facial
hair hid your features, sir," Gog said humbly.
"No apology necessary. My boy told me he very much admired the
Devil who passed judgment on him and even went so far as to call
him his son. He was so taken with you, it was with considerable
guilt he expressed his admiration for you and your treatment of
him. I wondered how the devil of the Old Testament could be
thought of as a nice guy, but now I know and share my son's
feelings. I will gladly share him with you, Gog," Harlen said and
"I'm afraid we were all pulling for him and consequently fell in
love with him. It is our hope we gave him a sense of self-worth
and importance. We tried to imprint on him we care and would be
following his progress closely. We had a good time at his expense,
but have no fear, when the time comes, after his basic training as
a slave is completed, we plan to invite him back to Hell to expose
our deception and initiate him into our greater tribe," Gog boomed
back in his best demon voice.
"I can only hope to be a part of it. It would bring me great joy,"
"Of course you will be included. You agreed before the court and
your fellow men you would become Harley-Buck's mentor as Bubba
became Orville's mentor," Billy said walking over to his clothes.
He morphed back into Billy Daniels, and reached into the pocket of
his Wranglers. He produced a small key, walked naked over to
Harlen, and handed it to him. "Here, keep this with your personal
keys. It's the key to Harley-Buck's cock cage and harness he's
required to wear until the end of his training period. There are
only two keys. One key is for his handlers. As his recognized
mentor, the other is for you. If I need to inspect him for
anything, I will use the handler's key. During his break-in
period, his body will not be his own. It will become mine and the
property of the ranch. He will not be allowed to touch his private
parts. We are not trying to torture him. We plan to teach him he
can be controlled, and for release he must depend on either his
handlers or his mentor. I am not only giving you this key trusting
you will follow our plan for him, but also to spare you the
embarrassment of having to ask me for it after you see him this
afternoon," Billy said and grinned. Everyone laughed. They knew
how hot Harley-Buck looked in his new state as a punishment slave.
Earl Hickson was a close second. In fact, the men looked like
bookends they were so close in size and physical development.
"You will meet with his handlers. They will tell you what is
expected of you and what your options are. They are a fund of
information. They will work closely with you to keep you informed
of his progress and his mental state. I suggest you spend some
quality time with Bubba Kirkendall and get his input, his
attitude, and philosophy he learned training our slave, Orville.
I'm sure he will be a great help to you. There are other rules we
expect you to adhere to, but they ain't difficult. There is reason
behind each one," Billy said.
"It's a great trust. I hope I can rise to the occasion," Harlen
"Don't worry none. You will rise to the occasion many times, Mr.
Johnson, trust me," Billy said and grinned wickedly, "With our
transportation gates, this job should not become a burden for you.
We will show you how to operate them. You are to enjoy yourself
and make sure your boy is cared for at the same time. Unless you
instruct his handlers otherwise, only you can offer him release.
He will grow to depend on you for his sexual reward and make no
mistake, it is one of the the greatest bonding devices known to
humans," Billy said firmly. "It is a unique chance for you men to
span the gap of time, years spent apart, and get to know each
other intimately. Psychologically, Harley-Buck will, in essence,
be almost reduced to an infant, and it will be your job to guide
him through his rebirth, childhood, and young adolescence at an
accelerated rate to become a cooperative, caring, and
compassionate adult slave. I know it sounds like a daunting task,
but as the Marine Corps likes to brag, they build men in a short
period of time; it is doable. Furthermore, the personal rewards
you will share together, will create a solid foundation for you to
build upon for many years to come. The best part I saved for last.
You will never have to suffer your son going through rebellious
teenage years. You have the tools and the ability to make him into
the man you would like him to become – as a slave or a freeman – a
man you will be proud to introduce to anyone as your son," Billy
"Gosh! I feel like I just been asked to join the Masons," Harlen
"No, something more far reaching than the Masons, sir. You been
asked to join a new family who will, one day, travel to the stars
together," Billy replied and smiled.
"Hosanna!" shouted Gog, still in his big Daddy Satan persona.
"Hosanna, in the highest!" replied everyone in the room.
* * * * * * *
After touring most of the castle, Billy and his crew took Harlen
to the work area for his new city. The command center was busy
getting last minute things done for the installment of the
cornerstone for the project. From there, everything else would be
built around the huge one hundred and seventy ton solid granite
block. Harlen couldn't believe his eyes. The main critter in
charge was a large red demon with a ring through his nose, his
teats, and his large cock. He was completely naked because that's
the way his workers liked to see him Billy explained to Harlen.
Billy went to Jethro and they exchanged hugs and a kiss. "When you
knock off work at eleven, morph cowboy, and come to the big house
for lunch. The rest of the Breedlove contingency will be there,
and I would very much appreciate your company as well," Billy
"By your command, Master Billy. It will be an honor, sir," Jethro
"Command, my ass! It's a plea, Jethro! You and Oatie been watch'n
too damn many of them Battlestar Galactica re-runs," Billy said,
and they shared a laugh. They were laughing when Harlen, and the
rest of Billy's family walked up to them. "Mr. Johnson, this is my
main work planning development coordinator for our new city,
Jethro Quince. He's human but morphed to look like a Kagoli demon
like I demonstrated for you a while ago; however, as you can see,
I can't hold a candle to the stunning beauty of Jethro in his
demon form. It started out as a bet and a joke between us and his
workers. His workers love to see and work with him in his current
form and Jethro seems to get twice as much cooperation and work
out of them this way, it's become a comfortable tradition. Jethro
is the slave and future husband of our veterinarian, Doctor Oatie
Breedlove. I know you met Oatie in the judge's chamber with me,
and I think you met his granddad after court last Wednesday.
Jethro became my slave for a couple of weeks to help get our
building project underway and begged me and my surrogate dad to
teach him how to morph into this demon form for his master's
pleasure. Since that time, he taught his master, and they were two
of the demons in the courtroom that day to rescue Womack and
Harley-Buck and take them to Hell," Billy explained. Harlen got
the biggest grin on his face.
"This is our new slave's dad?" Jethro asked.
"Jethro, meet Mister Harlen Buckley Johnson, Senior," Billy
Jethro didn't offer his hand. He threw his huge, massively
muscular red arms around Harlen and pulled him into a bear hug.
Harlen didn't resist and smiled as Jethro shamelessly stole a
couple of kisses from him. Harlen returned the large demon's
affections in kind. "I was so impressed with your son,
Harley-Buck, and I still am, Master Johnson. He's in the right
place to become more than he ever imagined. I'm so glad to meet
you, and I know you will enjoy becoming a part of our family and
help Harley-Buck grow to become an important asset for us. Once we
got him to our version of Hell, he became a changed man, and not
just because of the fine horns Master Billy gave him. He captured
our hearts," Jethro gushed.
Harlen was duly impressed. "Thank you, Mr. Quince, for your kind
words. I'm looking forward to becoming a part of your family and
getting to know my son," Harlen said.
"Call me 'Jethro' Master Johnson. I'm just a slave, sir," Jethro
"A very important slave, I might add," Billy said, "The several
weeks Jethro spent with us, he made himself invaluable. When the
time came to return him to his master, I knew we couldn't let go
of him completely. I made an agreement with his master to pay him
for his slave's work if he would allow Jethro to continue as my
building coordinator. It's become a win-win situation for
everyone," Billy explained.
"Your timing couldn't be better, Master Johnson," Jethro said,
"We're about to set the massive cornerstone for our new city,
right after we give you the grand tour," Jethro said, "Master
Billy, if you will," Jethro made a sweeping gesture with his arm
to indicate Billy should take over the narrative.
"You will join us?" Billy asked Jethro like it was a rhetorical
"Certainly, Master. We done stopped work
and we're just cleaning up details waiting for you. We will be
proud to accompany you and answer any questions you or your guest
might have. Right this way, sir," Jethro said and directed Billy
and his posse to the great balcony to look down on the scale model
of Sapphire City.
"Oh, my God!" Harlen exclaimed quietly, but loud enough everyone
in Billy's group heard him.
Randy was holding Harlen's hand and gently squeezed it. "What did
I tell you?" Randy asked and smiled.
"I know, Bossman, but when I hear city in this area, I think of a
small town. This is beyond my wildest imaginings. It's – it's
breath taking – it's beautiful. What is that down there? A
monorail?" Harlen asked.
"Yes, and we're going to take you for a ride on it. See, it just
pulled into the station below us. We'll go down there and get on
it," Randy explained.
"But it's just a model," Harlen said.
"Don't let the size fool you, Master J., it's only relative to our
size. Watch as them men go through the gate right there," Randy
pointed to a gate similar to the ones he created to move from
place to place, "Now, look down to the monorail station," he
instructed Harlen. The big man looked and saw tiny people the size
of insects walking toward the monorail and boarding.
"Sweet Jesus! Billy wasn't kidding about advanced technology. I
never imagined anything like this," he exclaimed.
"Come," Randy said tugging on Harlen's hand, "Let's go ride the
monorail. You're gonna' love it, big Brother," the young boy
Harlen was stunned. If Billy Daniels could manage to create a
model so sophisticated you could tour it like it was a finished
city, he had no doubt he had the wherewithal to build it. The
monorail ride and subsequent rides on several trams driven by
several of the small people from the village was an eyeopener
themselves. Each was wearing a fine looking sapphire blue uniform
and took over conducting the tour like professionals at a large
amusement center. Harlen began to wonder if Billy needed more
backing and if it might be a reason he was being shown their
plans. He heard Randy laugh next to him.
"Did you hear that?" Harlen asked.
"Yes, sir, but I weren't eavesdropping none. You sometimes think
loud, and being close to you, it's easier for me to hear you. They
didn't hear you," Randy said gesturing to the other men in the car
with them. "Let me assure you, Master Billy don't need your money.
That ain't why you're here. You're here because of your son, and
you just happen to be a good man yourself who needs something more
in life than business and making money. You need family and to
belong to something greater than yourself," Randy explained like
it was a lesson every school boy should know and understand.
"You really know how to humble this old man, Son," Harlen said,
slipped his arm around Randy, and pulled him close.
After touring the city, Billy and Jethro took the men thought
another gate to watch the installment of the great cornerstone to
* * * * * * *
At thirty thousand feet, on board American Airlines flight 376
from Houston to San Francisco, a pretty flight attendant opened
the door to the pilot's cabin to take their food orders for lunch
to serve on the flight. When she finished and turned to leave, she
turned back again and spoke like she suddenly had an
inconsequential afterthought, "Oh, yes, and by the way, Captain
Stewart, you might want to look out your left side and slightly
behind us, sir. We're being followed and our speed matched by a
UFO what looks like a huge block of stone. The passengers on the
left side brought it to our attention. I would have said something
sooner, but they seem to be having such a great time taking
photos, I didn't want to alarm anyone. Ya'll have a nice day, now,
ya' hear?" she said in her best Kilgore College Rangerette voice
with a happy-face, turned, and closed the door. Gussie Nell would
have been so proud of her.
The pilot and co-pilot leaned over to get a good look at the
object and couldn't believe their eyes. The stewardess was right.
On their left side, about a mile away, was a long, huge
rectangular block of some kind flying through the air and exactly
matching their speed. If they slowed a bit, it would slow. If they
went faster, the thing matched their increase in speed. It was as
if it was intelligently guided, but they had no idea for what
purpose. It didn't seem hostile. They talked among themselves, the
pilot, co-pilot, and navigator, trying to decide whether they
should report it, but it didn't look like any UFO they ever heard
about before. About the time they decided they should probably
report it, somewhere over the hill country of West Central Texas,
the block broke off following the huge plane and began it's
descent to its intended destination.
When the plane landed in San Francisco, TSA was right there to
confiscate everyone's cell phones and cameras to gather the
pictures of the UFO then erase the memory chips; however, they
didn't get all of them. Several enterprising gay men anticipated
their actions, slipped their memory chips inside a condom, visited
the restroom, and shoved them up their asses. The only lubricant
they had between them was a tube of industrial strength Bengay
which they gladly shared equally and passed from one insertee to
the next. Fortunately, TSA didn't search departing passengers, but
one sharp young lady-inspector said she noticed a strong odor of
menthol wafting though the air from a rather large group of single
men, but she passed it off as being a result of the cold season.
The young men, themselves, stepped rather sprightly and several
passengers were heard to comment they thought they might be part
of the troupe traveling from the popular revival of Riverdance
from the nineteen-seventies, closing after a highly successful run
at the new Ima Hogg Memorial Theater for the Performing Arts in
Houston, to be opening soon at a theater in the bay area. They
were so quick of step they would have made Michael Flatley swoon
with envy, as they made a bee-line for the nearest restroom. That
evening, pictures of the flying block of stone, posted by eight
male passengers on flight 376 from Houston to San Francisco, went
viral on the Internet. The heroic young men literally pulled the
pictures from of their ass and did what they considered their
sacred duty to alert the skeptical public, we are not alone.
Randy was the first to spot the large block of stone coming down
from the sky. It suddenly dropped about a hundred and fifty feet
above their heads and slowly lowered itself into place over the
chalk markings. The final measurements were taken and slight
adjustments made. A single man could move it with one finger. When
Jethro and his team were satisfied it was where it should be, they
called for it to be set down. As lightly as a feather, the huge
block of stone settled into place. It was so heavy, it shook the
surrounding ground as it settled and began to bear the weight. It
was done. The cornerstone of the Sapphire City was in place. There
went up a great cheer from Jethro and his workers. Billy and his
posse joined them. Everyone was patting Jethro on the back
congratulating him and his team. It was a great moment which they
planned to formally celebrate the following Sunday afternoon with
a dedication. Billy decided it would become known as the 'Jethro'
stone and he would declare, "Upon this rock, we will build our
"How, in the name of some unknown god, did you do that?" Harlen
"Shedu power, Master Johnson! Who do you think build the Persian
empire? Who do you think built the pyramids? Who do you think
built the pre-Mayan/Aztec foundations the natives built on top?
We'll show you our new greenhouses in which we plan to grow some
exotic herbs to use and sell. The plans were drawn up and
submitted to our great beasts and their staff. They were completed
overnight," Billy said, "Is it any wonder the ancients worshiped
them?" he asked and smiled.
"What I just witnessed was beyond incredible. It was damn near
miraculous!" Harlen exclaimed.
"Yes, and that's the way religions are born, and the great beasts
were worshiped at one time," Billy said and grinned.
"Touché!" Harlen replied firmly.
The cornerstone was put into place at 10:45 A.M. Billy called a
halt to work for everyone. He declared their weekend officially
began. Another cheer went up, and everyone came around to
congratulate Jethro and Billy. They were in their cups. Jethro
morphed and they waited for him to dress to escort him to the big
house. Harlen was as impressed with Jethro in his cowboy persona
as he was his Kagoli demon form. He was a stunningly handsome,
well-built man. Everyone left the Captain's ship through a Bossman
Gate, as the portals were coming to be known, and exited in the
compound of the big house. Their timing was perfect. Kate walked
out on the porch to ring the triangle du vittles. Harlen began to
put two and two together with the Breedlove family and the huge
cowboy they called the bull of the hill country, Elmer Breedlove.
Harlen and Elmer got along fine. Harlen was fascinated by Elmer's
ring through his nose, complimented him, and quietly asked the big
cowboy if he only wore a septum ring or did he have the full
"The works, Son," Elmer replied and winked, "I was with the group
of men who worked on Orville. I watched Master Billy ring him and
seeing him running around here half-naked liked to ripped me a new
asshole. I always admired Master Billy's black slave and his
piercings. After we done took care of Orville, the big
Clyde's-dale slave fell on his knees and begged his master to ring
him. After that Billy's adopted dad, Captain Nick, felt left out
and requested the same. I got to where I couldn't look at them men
without git'n a big old hard-on and ma' dick wouldn't stop drip'n,
so I talked it over with my husband-and-wife-to-be and asked them
what they thought. Here I am, ringed and proud to be one of Master
Harlen asked how he could be marrying a man and a woman, and Elmer
laughed. He explained about Vox and Rox, but Harlen found his
explanation difficult to understand. He never heard of a chimera
before; however, he knew better than to challenge the big man
about it, because what he witnessed the last several days
challenged his own sense of what was real and what was possible.
He was determined he would learn and try to understand. If they
could change the preacher into a woman and restructure his or her
memories, there was no telling what they might be capable of
* * * * * * *
After lunch Billy and his men took Harlen out to be with his son
for a while. Randy wanted to go, but Kate put her foot down. She
told the Bossman he needed to lie down for a while and take a nap.
The days were beginning to get warmer, and she was concerned about
him. She began to notice if Randy didn't take an hour and rest, he
had a tendency to get out-of-sorts later in the day. The Bossman
held great respect for Ms. Kate and conceded to her wishes without
grumbling. Clyde was in the kitchen and saw Randy's face fall
after Kate made her pronouncement. "I'll take him up to our room,
Mistress Kate, and turn on the fan. I'll stay with him. I could
use a bit of a lay-me-down myself," Clyde allowed. Randy perked
right up. It didn't seem like punishment when your big buddy was
Billy didn't take everyone in his usual posse with him and Harlen
to visit Harley-Buck and Earl Hickson. He didn't want a crowd of
cowboys around the newly processed slaves. He didn't want them to
become more self-conscious than their new adjustments might cause
them to be. Billy and Harlen found them in their bunk area,
straightening their cubicles and chatting with their buddy Erin
Mascaro. Erin's cubical, he shared with his new Irin cowboy
slave-buddy, was just across the isle from the two new slaves.
Earl Hickson didn't have anyone assigned to become his mentor yet,
but Billy asked for a volunteer from his posse.
Harlen was a bit taken aback at the first sight of his boy, but he
soon adjusted to the severity of his appearance. Both men were
denuded of all body hair, which is a common practice in the armed
forces for new recruits in almost every military the world over.
It came down to a matter of cleanliness and ridding the body of
any potential parasites. Harlen gave Harley-Buck a hug and peck on
his cheek and shook Earl's hand. Billy was right. The men's
appearance stirred something deep within Harlen which made him
become sexually aroused. Their harnesses were new and looked
exactly like Orville's. It was very erotic for the big man. Billy
assured him before they arrived, it was the same for everyone.
They came to look upon their new punishment slaves as eye-candy
from their usual day to day quotidian lives.
Earl remained in his bunk to begin learning how to use his new
computer. Erin was helping him. Billy and Harlen took Harley-Buck
to the patio off the bunkhouse, grabbed a cup of coffee, sat, and
talked with the big cowboy for a while. Other cowboy slaves, male
and female, would come by from time to time, gently place a hand
on their new bunkhouse-mate, introduce themselves, and welcome him
to their quarters. Harlen was impressed by everything he saw.
There was no condescension or pecking order being established.
They seemed to accept the fact Harley-Buck was a new inductee, and
he would need as much support as they might be able to provide
him. Harley-Buck and Earl's four keepers came by and Billy
introduced them to Harlen. Billy explained Harlen would have some
time alone with them to help him better understand his job as his
son's mentor. They didn't expect him to wade into his position as
his son's mentor without guidance and a solid understanding
of the goals they hoped to achieve. Harlen was once again
thoroughly impressed. These men were serious and nothing was left
Harlen was not a man to be shy around people. He had the
self-confidence of a bull and didn't rise as far as he did in the
business world being a shrinking violet; however, around
Harley-Buck, he found himself tongue-tied like a young school boy
introduced to a pretty little school girl. The more he looked at
Harley-Buck and the longer he was around him, the more he wanted
to be alone with him to touch and hold him in his arms. 'How sick
was that?' he wondered. A man feeling a sexual attraction for his
own son? How could he ever hope to help this man with his progress
as a punishment slave, when Harlen felt an overwhelming sexual
urge for him? He knew he had to talk with someone about it, and it
popped into his mind who might be the perfect man with whom to
bear his naked soul – Elmer Breedlove. Harlen didn't consider
someone as young as Billy might understand his conundrum. He would
come to realize, he couldn't have been more wrong.
The afternoon passed quickly. Billy left Harlen with Harley-Buck
and his keepers. Harley-Buck's keepers only took up a small amount
of Harlen's time. They gave him a folder with a one page
description of expectations and two video's to give him some sense
of the scope of their cooperative training of his son. The rest of
the afternoon the two men strolled around the compound and talked
quietly. It was getting warmer and Harlen suggested they find
someplace private out of the sun to talk. After consulting with
Harley-Buck's keepers, they suggested Bubba and Orville liked to
use the loft in the old barn to share some intimate time. The men
went to the barn and before they could climb the ladder, they
heard voices, and saw the large cowboy Bubba Kirkendall looking
down at them wearing only his hat and boots with his big cock and
balls swinging free.
"We're sorry, Mr. Kirkendall, we didn't mean to invade your
privacy. We'll leave and come back later," Harlen said.
"Nonsense, come on up. I'm just putting my 'dad' through his
paces. We only have one more day to get our act together before
Orville's grand opening on Sunday afternoon. I want to make damn
sure he's ready. He's just about there, but I plan to fine-tune
him the next couple of days like a fine race car or a prize
quarter-horse," Bubba said, "I ain't shy none, and h'it wouldn't
make no difference if my dad is or not. He does what I tell him.
It would be nice to have a small audience to perform for and you
might learn something. I done already talked with Master Billy,
Mr. Johnson, and agreed to talk with you in private later, after I
take care of ma' dad on Sunday. No reason you can't get some idea
what your role is gonna' be training your boy," Bubba invited.
Harlen and Harley-Buck decide to join them and climbed the ladder
to the loft. They sat on a bale of hay together and looked at the
two men. Orville was in great shape and Bubba wasn't too shabby
himself. For the last two weeks he joined Orville in his weight
training exercises, and it was really beginning to show. Harlen
and Harley-Buck were instantly aroused.
"They's old towels and some retired, but clean, horse blankets if
you feel like getting comfortable or have an unexpected accident
and need to clean yourself," Bubba said motioning to the pile of
supplies, "It's part of the keeper's job to gather the soiled
blankets and towels to have them cleaned and replace them," Bubba
Harlen wasn't naïve, but he had no idea how he was suppose to
react. He decided to watch and learn. Bubba went on with his
training of Orville. Harlen was impressed at how firm and
demanding of the older man Bubba was but rationalized it in his
mind as Bubba was the master and Orville his slave. He was even
more impressed Bubba wasn't brutal nor did he ask anything
unreasonable of his slave. His approach was more one of a fine
athletic coach who knew how to best stroke and encourage his
athletes to gain their maximum potential on the playing field.
Bubba never yelled at his surrogate dad nor belittled him. He kept
focused on the goal he was working to achieve for themselves and
not just for him alone. The big cowboy kept stressing theirs was a
team effort and Bubba couldn't perform his best if he couldn't
depend on his partner to provide his best for him at all times
during their coupling. The more intense they became, the more
clothes Harlen and Harley-Buck loosened or removed. They didn't do
anything together but held each other and fondled one another
until they reached a climax. Bubba explained it was Harlen's job
to clean his boy and vice versa. They spent the afternoon quietly
observing Bubba and Orville. Later, Harlen equated the experience
to jumping feet first into the heat of a volcano, but it was the
most stimulating afternoon either one of them experienced. Harlen
even went so far as to call it educational. He felt like he
learned a lot from watching Bubba and Orville in action. His
descriptions only added to the other men's anticipation for Sunday
* * * * * * *
It became a custom on the ranch, every Friday evening, after a
light supper, the men would transport to the dungeon baths on
Captain Nick's ship and everyone, including the major players on
the ship, would gather to share the huge stone baths and hot
water. Bossman Randy was happy to be going with the men this time,
but he wasn't alone. Tom McMartin decided his boys should learn
early there is no shame in being naked before others in a private
setting. Harlen wondered about boys so young being exposed to so
many naked mature males, and asked Elmer about it.
"Master Billy discussed it with Randy's mom and grandma. They
decided in a household of women, the boy needed the exposure to
other men so he wouldn't be introverted or shy around other boys.
Tom and Abigale McMartin feel the same, and I don't think you
could find three, more well adjusted boys, if you looked. Public
nudity such as swimming or bathing together is a great social
event which levels everyone to their basic skin. It's a great
bonding experience for men of all ages," Elmer said. Vox was with
Elmer, and after they removed their clothes, Elmer asked Vox to
morph into Roxanne for Harlen. Once again the big cowboy was
dumbfounded. He finally understood what Elmer was trying to
describe to him earlier. It was true. There were two separate
entities dwelling in the same body.
Randy and the McMartin boys were equal opportunity buddies for the
men. They were welcome in any lap or to sit by one of their
favorite cowboys and talk with them. Billy's stable grooms brewed
up a huge pot of tea laced with one of the milder euphoric herbs
and everyone drank a mug. Billy carefully explained to Harlen it
was unlike anything he ever tried, but it was not disorienting nor
hallucinogenic. At best, it could be described as a mood elevator.
Harlen tried a mug and then another. Billy was right, the effect
was like nothing he ever experience before. He never felt so
included and appreciated in his life as he did soaking in the hot
water of the stone bath. He began to talk about his conundrum of
his apparent lust for his own son with Elmer Breedlove.
Elmer took the ball and ran with it, "You got a unique situation,
Harlen," Elmer started, "H'it ain't like you were there to welcome
him into the world. You didn't get to watch him grow up. You
didn't get to have any say in his development or education. You
woke up one morning and found out you got a son you never knew
anything about. You and me got similar situations. My grandson
Oatie you met earlier, sitting over their next to his slave and
future husband, turned out to be gay," Elmer said.
"Oatie Breedlove? Wait a minute. The Oatie Breedlove of U.T.
football fame?" he asked.
"The very same. When he was a junior in high school his daddy
caught him and that silver-haired, good looking cowboy on the
other side of him, in the barn making the beast wiff' two backs.
His name is Perry Reed and he was butt-fucking Oatie 'til Hell
won't have it, slap'n leather, git'n ready to head for the barn to
hang up his spurs. Well, sir, his daddy done got jacked out of
shape and threw him out of the house that very day. Oatie was
embarrassed and disgusted. He was gonna' turn his back on his
past. My beautiful grandson was headed for California, and asked a
truck driver buddy of mine I went through Nam with – that other
silver-haired cowboy with his arm around Perry Reed – to give him
a ride. His name is Mick Flynn. He got in touch with me
immediately, and I told him to bring Oatie to me. I was angry with
the boy, not because he was gay or got caught, but because he
didn't come to me sooner.
"I realized if I took him in, I would have to become more than
just a dad. If I wanted him to grow and develop into the fine man
he is today, I would have to provide relief for him. I would have
to give him what he needed to keep him satisfied and focused. In a
small town, there just ain't no other
options. We slowly formed a master/slave relationship what worked
well for bowfus; and, yes, I butt-fucked my own grandson anytime
he got that look on his face what said he was quart low on his
grandaddy's love juice. I demanded him to suck me off at least
once't a day; more if he thought he needed it. Even when he went
to U.T., he would drive home on the weekends and there would be a
trail of his clothes from the truck into the house, up the stairs
to my room and bed, where he would throw his legs in the air and
groan, 'Please, Granddad, hurry!' he would say with tears
forming," Elmer said and laughed at the look on Harlen's face. "He
would be so tight, I swear to you, cowboy to cowboy, I would have
to fuck the poor kid three times before I got him loosened up
enough to pull off my cock," Elmer added more hyperbole and got
Harlen laughing with him. "Once't in a great while, we still slip
off to my room together and give each other some love'n we can't
get from nobody else," Elmer said more seriously. "They's more to
the Breedlove saga you'll find out about soon enough, but I won't
overload you this e'nin," Elmer said.
"Thanks for sharing with me, Mr. Breedlove. I'm glad I got to see
your other piercings. Of all the men, I think you wear them best,"
Harlen complimented the Bull.
"Why, thank you, Son. I got me a feeling you'd look right nice
wear'n a set," Elmer replied.
"Believe me, sir, the thought has crossed my mind," Harlen
Harlen looked around him at the men he met and marveled. He was
most impressed by Judge LaFleur, his son, Wesley, the two
attorneys, Grover Parsnip and Jack McCormack, the sheriff of the
county, Will Tate and his dad, Buster, and the sheriff's brother,
Everett. He knew Tom McMartin well and felt comfortable in his
company. He always thought, of the vast numbers of scum in the
business world, he never heard a bad word said against Tom
McMartin. Harlen admired Tom's honesty and good business skills.
He admired him and his family even more after seeing how well they
fit in with the rest of the Daniels' tribe.
The evening came to an end and the men were getting sleepy. It was
one of the better side effects of the herbs. After a nice euphoric
high, it would slowly cause you to relax to a point you needed to
find a bed to continue the ecstasy into the dream world. Billy
gave Harlen a choice. He could either stay in the giants
apartments on the ship in one of their extra rooms or bunk it in
the big house. He met Thor and Zeus. Harlen admired them and the
giants very much, but he was hesitant. He didn't feel like he knew
them well enough and accepted a room in the big house. It was a
comfortable room with down-home touches which made it even more
comfortable. It reminded him of his grandmother's home from many
years ago. Before Harlen dropped off to sleep, he reviewed his day
and decided it was probably the most interesting and exciting day
of his life. For all the amazing and wonderful things he was
introduced to and observed, he never once felt threatened or
unwelcome by anyone in the Daniels' greater family, nor did he
ever feel more comfortable and accepted by any group of people
including his own family. Harlen decided it was about the most
perfect day he ever spent in his life. The only thing he could
compare it with was the sense of freedom he felt on a beautiful
day riding his Harley on a rarely traveled back-road in Texas with
beautiful clouds in the sky, and the road seemed to stretch out
End of Chapter 56 ~ Him Who Made The Seven Stars
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