Him Who Made The Seven Stars
"The very word "secrecy" is repugnant in a free and open
society; and we are as a people inherently and historically
opposed to secret societies, to secret oaths and to secret
proceedings. We decided long ago that the dangers of excessive
and unwarranted concealment of pertinent facts far outweighed
the dangers which are cited to justify it. There is little
value in opposing the threat of a closed society by imitating
its arbitrary restrictions. Even today, there is little value
in insuring the survival of our nation if our traditions do
not survive with it. And there is a very grave danger that an
announced need for increased security will be seized upon by
those anxious to expand its meaning to the very limits of
official censorship and concealment." ~ John F. Kennedy
The Dancing Day festivities were not without its notable social
progress. It was the first time since Madame Spartza came to live
on Captain Nick's ship under the protection of Master Billy
Daniels and his family, she felt comfortable enough to be seen and
co-mingle with the Daniels' extended family. Other than formal
greetings when she arrived on the ship, it was the first time her
ladyship decided she would appear in public with the great Shedu
bull, Beauford. While they stood and observed from the same
general area, they were separated by several yards on either side
of the flowered trellis where Captain Nick would officiate the
wedding rites as each couple wished.
In a way, it was an unprecedented happening because the usual
standard protocol for the coming-together of two high ranking
Shedus could take months to negotiate and arrange. It was totally
Madame Spartza's idea. Having thought she was the only Shedu left
in the universe and then to find there was another, a fine looking
bull with a sterling record of accomplishments, she began to think
there were no others to consult or censor her actions if she acted
and proceeded at a leisurely but somewhat swifter pace. Their
stables were within fifty yards of each other but surrounded by
high walls except for the grazing areas far behind the castle,
where they would sometimes see each other from afar.
The great beasts agreed to conference and work together everyday
by mentally sending and receiving information. Even though there
were formal, incredibly baroque, and staid rituals they were
required to perform to get to a place where they could more easily
communicate with each other, once the greater bulk of formality
was out of the way, they made large cuts in their daily rituals.
They got down to the business of building a city and protecting
everyone concerned with the project. Their gift of precognition
allowed them to sense and reach an agreement. Time was of the
essence, and if they hoped to survive as a race, it would depend
upon them to cut some corners to begin working together to achieve
their goals. Some things must be adjusted to insure others of more
value were accomplished than a sea of shallow rituals older than
Madame Spartza was brought out first and her grooms fussed over
her under her tent to make sure she was perfectly comfortable.
When it came time for Beauford to be brought out, Madame Spartza
assumed a poise of humility and fell on her knees onto a velvet
cushion provided for her by her grooms to acknowledge the entry of
the Lord of beasts. After Beauford was brought in, he bellowed his
gratefulness and ordered her to rise. Beauford bowed deeply to her
while kneeling on one knee. He stayed that way for a few minutes
until he saw her nod her head in acceptance of his gallant
tribute. He arose and turned to the guests to welcome them and
ordered the festivities to begin.
Some of the guests were new to the Daniels family and never saw
the great beasts before. They were as impressed and taken with
them as the rest of Master Billy's family. Most guests thought
they were a wonderful oddity of evolution and marveled at their
size and imposing statue. Very few knew about their formidable
After everything was over and the crowd was milling about, Billy
and Nick walked on either side of Beauford to speak with Madame
Spartza. She kept Balthazar and Jethro with her naked grooms, Mace
and Picard, standing by her side. Since it was a public gathering
on Captain Nick's ship, she and Beauford relaxed the total nudity
requirement for their attendance.
Madame Spartza did an equivalent of a cow-curtsy, and Beauford
went down on one knee to bow to her. "Thank you for agreeing to
come to the wedding ceremony, Madame. You have our deepest
gratitude and admiration for gracing us with your presence. Your
mere appearance will greatly enhance and bless those who join
their lives together this afternoon. They have asked me to convey
their gratefulness and several have asked for a brief audience
with you," Beauford said.
"Of course, I will be happy to receive them. Will you do me the
great honor, my Lord, and stand by my side so we may greet them
together?" she asked.
"It would be an honor and my pleasure, your Ladyship," Beauford
They met in the middle but didn't stand too close together as they
were flanked by their accompanying cowboys and protectors on
either side of them, but a meeting, even within speaking distance
this early in their relationship, was a groundbreaking event.
The wedding couples came and stood before them, bowed and thanked
both Shedus for the great honor to have them attend their
conjoining. A few of the other guests came by to wish them well.
Kate, Zelma, Abigale, Roz, Dorcas, Ruth Rutherford, and her
mother-in-law never met Madame Spartza before and were enthralled
by her. She was very gracious and warm with them and wanted to
know how each was related to Master Billy. She told Roz she could
hear young Billy Daniels Junior and said she foresaw great things
for him and her. In all, the visits didn't take long, the Shedus
said their formal farewells and returned to their stables.
* * * * * * *
The cowboys partied until late and retired to the baths. There was
a wonderful feeling of camaraderie among them, and the boys were
having a great time. Clyde announced he got a message from the
Irin. They made a video and forwarded it for Master Billy and his
staff to review regarding Marco Ceasare Del Obbligatto.
"Can you give us a brief overview, and we'll watch the video
tomorrow?" Billy asked.
"Sure, Boss," Clyde replied, "Mr. Obbligatto never did anything
for which he was accused and found guilty. It was a total set up
by the NSA, CIA, NASA, and some other powerful radically
untra-conservative politico-religious organization known as the
Son's of Moloch who are reported to have ties with the reptilian
underground," Clyde said, "They originally were going to do a
'snuff' number on him, but they decided if they could apply some
pressure by threatening the lives of close relatives or children,
he might cooperate with them. Unfortunately for them, Marco
Obbligatto has been a loner most of his life. He devoted his life
to several secret organizations only to have them bite him in the
butt later. Ramrod Quigley urged us to be swift orchestrating his
salvation from the hands of them evil elements. He stressed
Marco's days are numbered," he added.
"That must mean he's been moved to solitary-confinement," Odin
Bluetooth said with a look of horror on his face.
"Easy, Big'un, we'll save your friend. Brother Oatie, you got a
replacement for Mr. Obbligatto?" he asked.
"Yeah, I got a call from a rancher over to the Junction area what
trapped an enormous wild boar in one a them roll-off dumpsters he
throws his household trash into and takes it to the landfill
once't a month. Somebody left the door open. Some'um was get'n in
'nere at night, rummage through his garbage, and scattering it to
Hell and back. He heard it the other night, quietly walk up, and
slammed the door. It's trapped in there. He got a ladder and a
lantern, looked over the side, and there was a huge wild boar
looking up at him. He says it's three hun'nert pounds or better. I
done figured you's gonna' need another replacement before much
longer and coming by a live one don't happen too often. I told him
I'd drive out tomorrow, and we can tranq it. I can give it enough
drugs to knock it out long enough to drive back over here. You got
a place for it, or ya'on't me to put it in my dog run at the
hospital?" Oatie asked.
"We got two big roll-offs and a truck with a wench to pull 'em on
and a lift to dump 'em and roll 'em off. We bought the truck and
roll-off for hauling large amounts of brush. They's both full at
the moment, but it should only take a few minutes to dump it in
our personal landfill area," Billy replied.
"No they ain't, Boss. Them cowboys dumped bow'fubbum last Friday
morning to be ready for next week. They left the last one on the
truck," Clyde corrected his master.
"All the better. You and Jethro transport over for breakfast in
the morning, and you, me, my pa, Clyde, and Cowboy Andy will drive
it over to Junction, you can tranquilize him, we'll levitate him into
our roll-off, and keep him in there until we plan to do the big
switcher-roo for Harry Obbligobble," Billy said being funny. He
got a few laughs. "Glad you and your husband decided to put off
yore' honeymoon until after we get the foundations finished for
the main structures of our city. According to my chief project
manager we should have it done before the first of July," Billy
said and turned to Odin Bluetooth and Erin, "Did you and Erin try
to contact your buddy last night?" he asked Big Blue.
"Yeah, we tried several times, but we got nothing. I just ain't
trained enough to connect I guess, Master Billy," Blue replied.
"No problem. After we break up here, which ain't gonna' be too
long, me, Captain Nick, Boomer, Randy, and his brother, Pard, will
go with you to your apartment. One outing with the Bossman, and
you'll catch-on real quick to -- what? What would you call it,
Bossman?" Billy looked down at Randy by his side.
"OBE, Brother. Travel from place to place through astral
projection without leaving your body. OBE means Out of Body
Experience. H'it ain't nothing supernatural. It's the next step
from tickling somebody and conversing with them," Randy explained
patiently and Pard laughed.
"I take it from your laughter your little brother has taken you
out for a stroll a couple of times," Billy said and winked at
Pard. The handsome boy laughed harder. Billy could see his dad's
good looks in Pard, and realized he probably would grow up to look
just like him.
"Is that how you come to me, Bossman?" Odin Bluetooth asked.
"Yes, sir, me and Pard can do it. It ain't hard. We can show you
how it's done. We'll take you wiff' us to visit Mr. Obbligatto if
you men like. We need to find out what cell he's in. Do you think
they'd have that information on the video from Ramrod Quigley,
Clyde?" Randy asked his right-hand cowboy-angel.
"I'm sure they would. They's pert-damn thorough, but we don't need
to watch the video. They told me he's in cell forty-two in
solitary-confinement. It's a good way from the guard station and
around a corner, so they ain't likely to hear nothing until the
pig begins to come around," Clyde said.
"Is there a chance we might contact him tonight?" Erin asked.
"I don't see why not. If we's all going along and piggyback on our
little brothers talents, we'll have everything set up for tomorrow
night," Billy replied.
"Are you up for it, Big Brother?" Randy asked Pard and smiled.
"Are you kidding? Whither thou goest, Little Brother. I wouldn't
miss an adventure like this for the world," Pard replied with
The men didn't linger too long in the tubs. Everyone thanked Billy
and Captain Nick for a wonderful day and went their way. Billy,
Nick, Randy, and Pard followed Odin and Erin to their apartment.
Billy was impressed how neat everything was and while they didn't
have a lot of time living together, they made it comfortable with
several Western touches Billy found pleasing. He wondered if Erin
didn't have the keen eye of a decorator. Odin suggested they sit
at the table, but Randy balked. "What's sa' matter, Buckaroo?"
Billy asked quietly.
"I think we have to be naked, Master Billy," Pard said, "My little
brother ain't comfortable unless he exposes himself to the
elements, sir," he added.
"How 'bout the bed. It was made for two giants, but we use it for
a track course to run laps around," Big Blue said and giggled, "It
will easily hold us sitting in a pow-wow circle," he added.
"Whatever works best. He's better at this than any of us. He ain't
never failed me. Ever' body off with their clothes," Billy
announced and began to unbutton his shirt. The boys were the
quickest and jumped upon the bed, rolled around tickling each
other, and laughing. They straightened up when the four men got
into the bed with them. They were sitting up next to each other
with their legs and feet crossed in the lotus position. "Where do
you want us, Ramrod?" Billy asked.
"Mr. Bluetooth next to me; Erin, you next to Pard; you next to
Odin, Master Billy, and you between Master Billy and Erin, Captain
Nick," Randy rattled off like he knew exactly what he was doing.
Billy had no doubts. Randy jumped down from the bed and lowered
the lights. He left only one tiny night-light on in the kitchen
area, but it was enough to see everything. He jumped back into the
bed and resumed his place. "Ever' body hold hands around the
circle," Randy said and everyone complied. "Now, close your eyes.
Master Billy and Captain Nick are old hands at tickling other
people, and I'll have to say, my brother next to me is as talented
a mentat, if not more so, than I claim to be. Why I'm sure if he
keeps on exercising his abilities he could become a Bene Gesserit
in no time," Randy declared.
"You been read'n them Herbert 'Dune' stories, Cowboy?" Billy asked
"Yeah, it's great when you got a buddy to share 'um with. When I
get tired reading, my Pard takes over and reads for us. We can go
through a novel in several hours. It's like having a reading
speed-boat when you got two men to do the rowing. So it will be
with our little trip we's gonna' take," Randy said. "Master Blue,
have either of you experienced a mind-to-mind link before?" Randy
"No, I think we need somebody to show us the way, Ramrod," Blue
"No problem. I'm gonna' tickle your mind first, sir. It'll be like
you feel an itch or bad electric tickle at the base of your skull
like you do when your go barefooted on a carpet and touch somebody
and see a spark jump. When you feel it, just relax your mind and
let me slip in. I'll get to you next, Erin," Randy said. Now
everybody be quiet for a moment. I'll come back on-line in a
minute, Erin," he added.
Maybe it was because he was fully enhanced, but Big Blue was a
quick study. He did exactly what Randy told him and sure enough he
felt the young boy enter his head. << Who said you's big
and dumb? Just look at them brains! >> Randy sent and
Blue started laughing. So did Billy, Nick, and Pard. Poor Erin
didn't have a clue. << Now stay linked wiff' me, Blue,
while I bring your mate on-board, >> he sent. "It's
your turn, Erin, to join our mental circle-jerk," Randy said and
got everyone laughing again. He tickled Erin's brain and easily
slipped inside. << Can you hear me now! >> he
shouted like a cell phone commercial.
"I can hear you, Bossman!" Erin replied out-loud.
<< No, no! Think your words, Pod'na, >> Randy
<< I didn't know you could yell in somebody's head,
>> Erin sent back.
<< Yeah, you can do pretty much anything you can do with
speech but faster and sometimes you don't have to pick a word.
You just know how the other persons feeling. Now, roll call!
Blue can you hear your mate? >> Randy asked.
<< I sure can, Bossman. Loud and clear, >>
<< Master Billy? >> Randy sent.
<< Receiving loud and clear, little Brother. I'm proud
of you, Scamp, >> Billy sent.
<< Me, too, Ramrod, I'm receiving a clear channel,
>> Nick sent.
<< God, I can hear everyone, >> Erin said and
a cold shiver ran up his back and everyone responded to his
<< Oooh, that felt good. Do it again, Mr. Erin,
>> Pard pleaded.
<< Later, Brother, we got work to do. Whatever you do
don't drop hands. Me and Pard find with two or more, touch is a
binding thing, sort of like a party line on an old phone system.
Everybody can hear what's going on, but if you can, keep your
mind quiet and allow those what are flying this magic carpet to
do their jobs, >> Randy sent and everyone laughed at
Randy knew the way to the prison since he studied maps and
downloaded pictures of the place. He also got Bubba's permission
to let him ride along in his mind when they went to get Erin. It
didn't take him five seconds and everyone in the circle found
themselves inside Huntsville Prison. Blue and Erin sucked in air
at the horror they felt from having spent so many years inside the
place. They didn't count on such feelings being dredged up from
seeing the interior again.
<< Easy, Men. Nobody can see or hear us. They don't know
we's here. I know the general way to the solitary-confinement
area because that's where you were, Blue. You were in cell
thirty-six so Marco's cell couldn't be far away. Come along with
me and my brother around this next corner. Ah, yes, here we are
at cell forty-two. Let's go in and see how Mr. Obbligatto is
doing, >> Randy sent.
Randy and Pard took them inside. << Damnation it's dark
in here, Little Brother! >> Pard
<< Can you see his face, Blue; you, Erin? >>
<< No, but I know it's him, >> Erin said,
<< I would recognize his smell in a room of a hundred
convicts. Me and Blue worked out with him so many times it's
imprinted on me, >> he added.
<< I have to agree with my husband, Son, Marcus has one
of the most sexy and appealing body odors of any man we ever
worked out with, >> Blue agreed with his mate.
<< Use your 'lux luxorum' app you showed me the first
night we bunked it in with each other, Little Brother,
>> Pard suggested.
<< I need to keep my hands on the steering wheel, Big
Bro. I taught you how to do it, Brother. Break hands with
Captain Nick. Captain Nick put your hand on Pard's shoulder so's
we stay connected, >> Randy sent. It a few seconds he
heard everyone in the circle except Pard let out a sigh, and he
heard them whisper, << Ooohhh, beautiful, haunting,
fireflies, stunning, >> the men sent from the shadows
of their conscious mind. Pard snapped his fingers, and each time
it would give off a small soft glow of blue-green light for a
second or two. After five or six times the man in the bed opened
his eyes, and he saw it, too. They got a good look at his face.
"What the -- ?" Marcus said quietly and reached with his hand to
catch the light.
<< It's Marcus. I got a good look at him, >>
<< I saw him, too. It's him all right, >> Erin
<< Let him catch you, Pard. Just keep rubbing your thumb
and forefinger together as he opens it again to look. The faster
you rub the brighter the light will get, >> Randy sent
Marco grabbed for the light again, but this time he caught it -- or
so he thought. He could see it still glowing through his fingers.
He slowly opened his hand and looked into the beautiful blue light
resting in his hand. He felt a tickle on the back of his neck near
the top of his spine and heard a small voice in his head, <<
Now is that anyway to treat the good fairy what's come to pay
you a visit, Marco Ceasare Del Obbligatto? >>
"Jesus Christ, Holy Mary mother of god, it's talking to me,"
he said out-loud and heard other voices in his head laugh.
<< Think your words, Marco. I can hear you fine. We
don't want to alert the guards, >> the voice said with
<< Yes, certainly, who are you, and where do you come
from? >> he asked looking deep into the blue light.
<< I'm a young cowboy what lives on a ranch in the hill
country of West Central Texas, and I have come to bring you good
tidings of great joy, but I didn't come alone, >>
<< There are others with you? >> he asked.
<< I'm here, too, you old reprobate, >> Blue
<< Bluetooth? Is it really you? Are you a spirit? They
told me you died of a heart attack, >> he returned.
<< No, the young cowboy you were just talking with came
for me and took me to live with him, his master, and his
master's family. Erin is here with us, too, >> Blue
<< Hello, my sweet friend, >> Erin sent in
Marco started weeping quietly, << That's it! I'd
recognize your perfect dialect in the darkest night. Now I know
I'm going crazy, >> he returned.
<< No you ain't, Mr. Obbligatto. Lie back, close your
eyes, and we will come unto you. Do not be alarmed. We will take
over your mind for a while and allow you to visit with us,
>> Randy sent.
The older man did as instructed, lay back, and closed his eyes. He
couldn't see anything at first, but then, he began to see another
blue light surrounded by a cottony fog. It had an uncanny
resemblance to the blue light he saw one night many years ago in
Turkey. The light grew larger like it was walking toward him. He
watched until he could make out an outline of a young boy naked as
the day he was born but wearing the most outrageous pair of
buckaroo boots and a big cowboy hat which fit his young head
perfectly. Randy walked his sure-of-himself patented cowboy
swagger right up to Marco and offered his hand, << Howdy,
Mr. Obbligatto, I'm Ramrod Randy Rutherford. You can call me
Randy, >> Randy sent.
Marco took the boy's hand and sent back, << It's a
pleasure to meet you, Son. Call me Marcus or Marco. Damn, you
make a handsome cowboy, >> he returned.
<< Thank you, sir. I'll pass yore' compliment on to my
mom. I'm gonna' transport us to another dimension where you can
be with your friends for a while, then I will return you to your
body, but first we can't have you looking like that,
>> Randy send and smiled.
<< You mean naked? >> Marco asked.
<< No, naked is fine. We's all naked. You gotta' have a
pair of boots and a cowboy hat if'n you's gonna' meet my cowboy
brothers. Besides, as long as a cowboy's wearing his boots, he
ain't really naked, >> Randy said and laughed. He got
everyone laughing and Marco heard them.
<< Where a' my gonna' get boots and a hat, Son?
>> he asked.
<< You're in my world now, Cowboy, >> Randy
send back and waved his hand.
All of a sudden the huge man felt a fine pair of cowboy boots on
his feet and big buckaroo hat was on his head. << Damn,
Son, you almost made me have an accident, >> he sent
<< Come, take my hand, Mr. Obbligatto, and walk with me.
I done created a nice place for us where the sun is shining,
it's warm, and you can see the sea breaking on the rocks,
>> Randy sent.
Marco took Randy's hand and followed him through the dense fog to
an area with more light. Finally they broke through the fog and
there before them were the cowboys including Blue and Erin in
cowboy hats and boots. "You can talk out loud now. The guards
can't hear us in the world I created. Come, they're waiting for us,"
Randy said, and they walked down among the men. There was much
brotherly hugging, kissing, hardy pats on the backs, handshakes,
smiles, and a few tears.
They introduced Billy to the big man last, and when Marco took his
hand, tears came to his eyes. "They told me I would recognize you,
sir. You are him. You are the chosen one," he said and fell to his
knees, "You are the one who can give my life back to me for
remaining faithful to the oracle what come to me in Turkey. Do
with me as you will, Master Billy. Take me and mold me into the
man you need to attend you and your family," Marco said, leaned
over and kissed both of Billy's boots.
"Rise, my good man, and embrace your future. Let us sit and talk
together," Billy said.
Marco was in Billy's arms in a second holding him like he was the
last life jacket on the Titanic. They sat down in the peaceful
setting and began to talk among themselves. Marco couldn't get
over Randy and Pard. He thought they were two of the finest
looking young men he ever met. Randy told his story of being saved
from an early death by his big brother, Master Billy, in the
parking lot of a Walmart store in Fredericksburg.
"I remember. It was on the TV for a week or more about the Walmart
Cowboy Jesus. I remember seeing you two together being interviewed
at that burger place in Austin. My God!" Marco exclaimed.
When Randy finished, Erin told his story of the prison warden
telling the medics in the infirmary to let him die because they
didn't want to spend the money to patch him up. Master Billy got
word from Erin's old army buddy Bubba Kirkendall and made
arrangements to buy him. He patched him up and returned Erin to
better than he was. Big Blue told his story, and then, Pard told
his heartbreaking story. Marco was impressed beyond words. "And
you can do the same for me, Master Billy?" he asked.
"With pleasure, sir," Billy said, "but I must ask a couple of
questions," he added.
"Anything, sir," Marco said.
"Are you married to them tattoos?" he asked.
"Only in as much as I can't rid myself of them. If I'm starting a
new life, I wouldn't want them no more to constantly remind me of
the last twenty years of living in Hell," Marco replied.
"That's a healthy attitude. That's good because I will want to
disguise you as much as possible so you won't be readily
recognized. There's always testing through DNA, but if anyone
looking for you can't recognize you to single you out, then we
have a defense against random searches. We'll do more than that to
make sure you're safe, but it's a start," Billy explained.
"You can remove them?" Marco asked.
"Look at me and Baby Blue, Brother. Do you see a scar or a blemish
on our bodies? Remember them big scars across my left peck and my
lower belly. You don't see them no more. Master Billy and his
posse of cowboy-angels can do almost anything. Hell, he even gave
Erin his foreskin back to keep the head of his cock warm," Blue
said and grinned.
"Why does Captain Nick have rings through his nose, tits, and
cock?" Marco asked.
"Because I asked my master for them," Nick replied, "I'm his
slave, but we're more than that to each other. I took Master Billy
for my son, and I become his surrogate dad. I earned these rings,
and I'm proud to wear them," Nick added.
"You're one of them fallen angels, ain't chu?" Marco asked.
"I am. We have several more fallen angels who are part of Master
Billy's family back at the ranch," Nick replied.
"Whatever it takes, Master Billy, I'm ready to go, sir," Marco
Blue and Erin told Marco of their adventures and going to live
with Master Billy and his family on a great ranch.
"I knew when I met you, Blue, you would be the one who would save
me, and when Erin come along and you two bonded, I knew without a
doubt you would be my salvation. That's why I told you men about
my past and why I got thrown in prison. I know you didn't believe
me at the time, but I had to try. I knew about Baby Blue getting
cut up in a shiv fight as an innocent bystander, and he was hurt
really bad; but, I never heard a word about you after you were
transferred to solitary-confinement. When I heard you both died, I
was devastated, but I never gave up hope. I figured there was a
fifty-fifty chance it was a lie. Even now, I don't know if I'm
dreaming a lucid dream, and this is a figment of my imagination.
In the name of some unknown god, I hope it ain't," he said.
"Do to him what you done to me, Ramrod," Blue said to Randy.
Randy reached over and grabbed some flesh on Marco's arm and
pinched it hard. "Ouch! Sum'bitch that hurt," Marco hollered then
laughed. Blue laughed at him. Randy apologized.
"When you wake up in the morning, if it's still hurt'n, you'll
know it weren't no dream, Hoss," Blue said and laughed.
They had the old Tuscan man in tears when they told him their
research showed conclusively he was innocent of all charges the
government spook-machines brought against him, and he would not be
coming to the ranch as a punishment slave. He would be a free man,
but like Blue who works for the Daniels' family, he would have to
remain and live within the family group until such time as his
previous existence was forgotten. They went on to tell Marco while
Blue was also found innocent of his charges, Erin must remain a
punishment slave until his time served was up, but Erin himself,
strongly emphasized being Master Billy's slave is nothing like
being in prison. While Erin understood his position and accepted
it, he felt like he was a contributing member of the Daniels
greater family. He and Blue could live their lives without having
to look over their shoulders every thirty minutes.
It sounded like paradise to Marco, and in comparison to his
current living situation, he allowed it would be. He told the men
they said the prison warden transferred him to
solitary-confinement to protect him from the more radical faction
of the Ayran Brotherhood. Billy and his men accepted his words
without comment. There would be plenty time later to tell him the
grizzly truth of the matter.
The men discussed with Marco the parameters of rescuing him and
bringing him to the ranch. They didn't bother to tell him the more
gruesome possibilities for his outcome if he were to stay in
prison, but it seemed like a much smaller matter than to get him
away from the place, and they could take it from there. They
described in detail what, how, and when they would execute his
final rescue. Marco laughed like crazy when they told him about
replacing him with a live three hundred pound wild boar.
They talked a while longer, but Billy needed to break it off so he
and his pa could get the boys to bed and everyone could get some
rest. The next day would be a busy one. They said their farewells.
Randy took the big man's hand, and led Marco back to his cell.
When Marco opened his eyes he couldn't see Randy, but he felt the
boy give him a gentle kiss on his cheek. "Goodnight, sweet
prince," Marco whispered, "May flights of angels sing thee to thy
rest," he said softly. The big Tuscan man smiled to himself, and
passed into a deep, restful sleep; the most untroubled sleep Marco
experienced since he was in prison.
* * * * * * *
By the time Billy and Nick said goodnight to Big Blue and Baby
Blue, it was getting late. They accompanied the young cowboys to
the big house to turn them over to the care and watchful eyes of
Ms. Evangeline, Pard's great-grandmother. When they returned to
the the line cabin, Boomer and the twins were on their way to the
loft for a little re-creation and rest. Billy and Nick were tired
but proud of themselves. They were wallowing in the afterglow of
having a wonderful, successful afternoon and evening.
"You seem a bit pensive, Kemosabe," Nick said as he was removing
"I'm a mite worried about our caper tomorrow night," Billy said.
"We pulled off the last one without a hitch. Don't see why we
can't do the same tomorrow e'nin," Nick said smoothly.
"I'm not worried about the gig. I'm worried about them putting two
and two together. It will be the second rescue, and h'it don't
take no rocket scientist to figure out the relationships between
Erin Mascaro, Odin Bluetooth, and Marco Obbliggato. First we
rescue Erin by buying a dying slave; then, his cell mate and known
bonded partner disappears and is replaced by a wild boar. Next,
Big Blue and Baby Blue's closest friend and buddy, who did
everything in his political power to protect and keep them out of
the line of fire, not only from other gangs but also from the
Ayran Brotherhood, ups and disappears. All they find is another
pig, but you see where I'm going with this, Pa?" Billy asked,
"It's almost like stacked dominoes pushing each other over to
arrive at a conclusion," he added.
"That's true, and you can bet they'll consider it; however, you
ain't taking into account the variables on their end. We don't
know how secure the warden is in his job, and in today's business
world it's cut throat, dog eat dog, and nobody trusts anybody. You
gotta' be ruthlessly aggressive if you hope to advance or survive;
or, you can be passive, retiring, and die young. We know he's
playing both ends against the middle. We know he's as crooked as a
dog's hind leg. He's got this scam going to sell human flesh to
the top one percent, but on the other hand, in the theocracy you
got for a government, cannibalism is unlawful. It's considered a
sin against man and their home-spun god. I won't even get into
their misunderstanding and distortion of the amalgamated god they
claim to worship. It's enough to say, the warden could go to
prison if the information and proof was leaked to the right people
in New Jerusalem, D.C. and find himself in a cell waiting his turn
for the slaughter house.
Nick continued, "The DVD you left in Blue's cell when we liberated
him should a' been enough to make the warden shit his knickers.
Knowing human nature like I do, I'll bet he never told nobody
about the video and chalked it up as a one time thing. This time,
we'll do it a little differently; we won't leave no video. Keep
If'n you're worried, have Clyde or Mack check wiff' their Irin
resources to look into who he contacted after watching the DVD or
what he did with it. I'll bet you a blowjob he destroyed the damn
thing, told his staff to show on the record, Odin Bluetooth died
of natural causes, and was cremated immediately afterward. My best
guess is, he'll do the same damn thing with Marco's records. The
only problem I see is the warden might get some blow-back from the
spooks wanting a full accountability of Marco's disposition, or he
might even get a visit from them men in black," Nick said.
"I knew they's a reason I pay you them big bucks, Tonto," Billy
said and grinned.
"You pay me more than Earth exchange-notes can buy me, Kemosabe,
ever' damn time you smile at me," Nick said and grinned.
"Oh, fuck! That's s'damn sweet you make wanna' cry, Tonto. I know
it couldn't be the demon inside you 'cause I love him just as
much," Billy said and continued his train of thought, "Maybe them
spooks forgot about Marco after they put him in prison. After so
many years, administrations change, files get lost or filed away.
If they didn't share anything with the Warden about Marco being
innocent and a political prisoner when they put him there, they
can't come after the warden for not getting in touch with them
immediately upon his death. They can't hold the warden responsible
if'n he didn't know nothing. He could do the same he probably did
with Big Blue's files; say Marco died of natural causes, and they
ash-canned him. It's hard to trace DNA from a pile of ashes. I
hope them spooks don't come sniffing around the ranch," Billy
"Y'ain't got nothing to hide, Kemosabe. You got papers showing
Erin is legally your punishment slave, and they c'ain't find Blue
and Marco on my ship," Nick said. "And if them damn snakes come
around dressed up like humans in black suits and sun glasses, we
capture them, and hold them for trump cards. I promise you, no one
will come looking for them MIBs. They's mostly drones anyway.
They's like them leather men in that terrible science-fiction
movie 'Barbarella' we watched here in the cabin one night, they
ain't got no substance. Or, we can shoot them, and use
stand-your-ground as your right to self-defense on your property.
You can claim they threatened you and the lives of your family and
slaves, so you shot them. Them critters can't hold their morphed
form when they die, and dead aliens c'ain't testify to the
contrary," Nick said and smiled. "Besides, if the feds come out to
investigate and find dead aliens, they'll hush it up faster than a
bot-fly on an open sore.
Nick continued, "I'm gonna' tell you something, Son. They got a
Hell of a lot more reasons to be afraid of you and the people
you're gathering around you than you do of them. I noticed the
last several days, the DNA packets of your phylogenetic memory are
beginning to take hold, and it won't be long before you have the
wisdom and power of the universe at your command. I'm probably
closer to you than anyone, and I see it happening day by day. Your
first infusion and major download came from the great bull of the
hill country when you enhanced him. I'm not trying to use my
brothers in bondage as a cheap tool to manipulate you, but I feel
strongly everything will come to you like a great fledging when
they are released and are fully integrated into the fold. Then you
will understand what you must do and how best to go about it. When
that happens, you will shift into a higher gear. I just hope and
pray to some unknown god, the sweet young buckaroo I come to love
so deeply will survive along with the rest," Nick said.
"I set my seals upon your body as a bond upon your heart, my
beloved demon, and you have imprinted yourself on mine. I don't
care how important or powerful I become, I will never turn from
you," Billy said quietly, and paused for a second, "Besides,
Tonto, every great potentate had his court Jester to make him
laugh, bring him down to Earth, and back to a common reality," he
added and laughed at the look on Nick's face.
"Court Jester, my ass! Aside from the wonderful sex, I think our
sense of humor and love of cowboy bullshit will see us through
most anything, Kemosabe," Nick replied
"So say you, Tonto?" Billy asked.
"So say I, Kemosabe," Nick replied, "There is one suggestion I
might make in regard to my sleeping brothers," he added.
"Lemme' hear it, Pa," Billy said.
"Your waiting army or host of angels will be confused and
disoriented when we arouse them. They will be like a computer what
ain't been used since the eighties. It won't run the most up to
date software, and they won't be familiar with modern languages.
They need to know there's a new ball game in town wiff' different
teams and players. I promise they will have no problem bonding
with you. Fortunately, the six host you have in your stable
remember the old languages of Sumer and those of the surrounding
areas. Your new host of angels will need to be refurbished, but we
can't do it. We just don't have the time or manpower, to say
nothing of the technology required. It will take the power of the
Irins; sort of like what they done for Clarence and Clarice
Wombat; however, they won't have their memories written over. We
want them to remember their angst against the evil one and his
minions who cast them asunder. Also, keep in mind, the time
dilation. If you get the Irin's cooperation before we make the
rescue, we can gate them to Fort Adam Lear immediately and have
them back in a day; maybe less, and get on with our lives. It will
be much easier to integrate them," Nick said.
"I think it's a wonderful idea. I'll get Clyde and Mack on it as
soon as we rescue Marco, we see how much he knows, and what help
he can provide us. On another subject, I was blown-away by the way
our youngest cowboys handled themselves and worked with Mr.
Obbligatto. I'm more impressed by Randy and Pard every day. Lord,
I can't picture them starting first grade in school in September.
I can just imagine they'll figure out some way to get around the
teacher if she ain't sharp. They'll shape up their class in no
time; probably teach the class themselves. By the end of the first
year, their classmates will be so far ahead of the others, the
school will have to move them up a grade or two," Billy said and
The men got cleaned up and went to bed. It was a long day filled
with joy and happiness, and ended with hope for the future. They
lay together, made a little love, and went to sleep. They joined
each others dream like they often did from time to time. They
shared a sexual rodeo like they never experienced before and woke
up the next morning stuck together with dried semen. Billy
laughed, gathered a damp cloth from the bathroom, cleaned himself
and his dad. Then Billy dutifully milked his pa's big cock with
his powerful throat to rob him of his sweet early morning cowboy
* * * * * * *
The next morning at breakfast in the big house talk was lively.
Oatie and his new husband Jethro arrived about thirty minutes
before and had time for a cup of coffee and to get caught up on
the visit with Marco Ceasare Del Obbligatto. Billy let Randy and
Pard tell the story, and the family was fascinated by their tale.
Billy got Ruth Rutherford's permission to let Randy stay an extra
day and evening with them until they got Marco safely under the
Daniels family protection. Billy agreed he would take Randy and
Pard with them to collect the wild boar, but they would have to
sit in the laps of a couple of cowboys. The boys couldn't have
After breakfast, Jethro and Oatie said their goodbyes like two
morning doves calling to each other. There were many deep sighs
and rolling of eyes, but everyone managed to kept their composure,
until Zelma Redbone let out a giggle that started everyone else
laughing at them. "Personally, I wouldn't want them any other
way," Billy allowed and everyone agreed with him.
Jethro transported to work on Captain Nick's ship and Billy, Nick,
Oatie, Clyde, Mack, Cowboy Andy, Boomer, and the boys climbed into
the big crew-cab truck with an empty eighteen foot roll-off on the
back and took off for the Junction area. Boomer had to morph to a
smaller size to get everyone in, and he was to disappear when they
got to the ranch. Clyde drove and Oatie gave him directions to get
to the cowboy's ranch where the pig was being held for them. The
rancher's name was Dover Clemson, and he had a sterling reputation
around the hill country of being not only a successful rancher and
fine cowboy, but also a damn good man. Dover greeted the men and
shook everyone's hands including the boys. He smiled at Billy
introducing Randy Rutherford as his adopted little brother and
Ramrod over to the Rutherford family ranch near Fredericksburg.
"Hear you got quite a large operation going on at your ranch over
to the Mason area, Mr. Daniels," he said to Billy.
"Yes, sir, Mr. Clemson, I come into a goodly sum of money by
accident. Me and my uncle play five bucks on the Super Lotto every
week, and we just happened to win a large jackpot this spring. We
decided to use the money to expand our ranch a bit to cut down on
taxes and religious tithings we'd have to pay if we didn't invest.
Sometimes I think I bit off more'n I can chew, Mr. Clemson, but we
try to do our best," he said.
"I don't know of any rancher what comes home to his ranch what
don't ask his'self the same question several times a year, Mr.
Daniels. I wouldn't wanna' live my life any other way, but
ranching can be tough," Dover said and laughed.
About that time a young boy about the same age as Randy and Pard
came down the front steps followed by his mother holding another
young boy about a year younger than the first boy.
"Gentlemen, this here scamp is my oldest boy, Cotton Clemson, my
wife, Mary Nell Clemson, and my youngest boy, Grant Clemson,"
Dover introduced his family.
The oldest boy was obviously an albino with pink eyes, pale-white
skin, and white hair. "Pleased to meet you, Cotton, Mrs. Clemson,
and Grant," Billy said and the other cowboys tipped their hats in
courtesy to them. Cotton was rather retiring, but Billy thought it
probably was because he could see Boomer. "Don't be afraid of the
big critter, Cotton, he's my protector, Son," he said quietly to
the boy, "I'll explain later," he added.
Billy instinctively went to Mrs. Clemson and took Grant from his
mother. The boy's legs were withered and his feet were bent inward
so bad there was no way he could learn to walk to build up enough
strength to develop his legs. He would be confined to a wheelchair
all his life. "Have you been like this since you were born, Grant,
or did you have an accident?" Billy asked. Grant looked to his dad
to answer for him.
"He's been that way since he was born, Mr. Daniels. Our insurance
wouldn't pay to have him corrected at birth, and we didn't have
the money to have it done ourselves. We explored every avenue
available and applied for numerous grants but nothing ever
materialized. The last time we took him to the doctor he told us
it was too late anyways. He would be that way the rest of his
life," Dover said and hung his head like he was embarrassed for
being a failure as a father to his young son.
Billy shook his head and a tear came to his eye. "Gimme' a big ole
wet, sloppy, buckaroo kiss, Grant!" Billy exclaimed to the boy in
his arms. Grant grinned real big and did what the big handsome
cowboy told him. Billy let the young boy take as much love as he
could handle and then broke it off with him. "You's a fine cowboy,
Grant, and that was one of the finest, most wonderful sloppy
buckaroo kisses I done ever got," Billy said and smiled.
"I know who you are, and I know who Randy Rutherford is," Grant
said quietly into Billy's ear.
"You watch a lot of TV don't chu, Son?" Billy said and
"It's the way I learn about the world; the good and the bad.
You're the good part, Master Billy," Grant said. His parents and
big brother had no idea what he was talking about.
"Well, let's let it be our secret for right now. How would you
like me to carry you out to watch us transfer the pig, Son?" Billy
"I'd like that a lot, Master Billy," Grant replied.
"Why do you call Mr. Daniels 'master', Son?" Dover asked.
"Because he is my master, Dad, and we will become a part of him
and his family," Grant replied.
Dover didn't say anymore, but looked at his wife like he was
As Billy was walking carrying Grant he talked quietly with the
boy, "I done told your brother, but don't be afraid of the big
critter you see with my cowboys. He's invisible to grownups, but
any kid below the age of twelve can see them. He's my guardian, my
number one slave, my bonded brother, and my protector. I'll tell
you more about him later," Billy explained and Grant nodded his
head he understood.
"Me and my brother seen 'um around the ranch. We told dad about
'um, but he said we was making it up to play a joke on him. One
day mom left me alone on a pallet in the grass. One come to me and
carried me out behind the barn. I weren't afraid of him so I
didn't cry out. He offered me his milk, I tasted it, and I loved
it. I couldn't get enough, Master Billy. It made me feel really
good. When mom came and found me gone, she went bonkers, and
everyone started looking for me. My brother, Cotton, found me
drinking the huge creature's milk and hollered at the top of his
voice. He scared the poor creature to death. He gently put me down
in the grass. Cotton ran to me and asked if I was okay. He told me
not to say a word about the critter because daddy wouldn't believe
us, and I didn't. I told them I just went exploring and used my
arms to pull me along," Grant said.
* * * * * * *
It didn't take the cowboys any time to transfer the pig. Oatie
didn't have to tranquilize him. They sat out some slave chow and
several nutrient biscuits in their roll-off, and the pig gladly
went in to eat. He was in hog heaven. Mrs, Clemson accompanied the
men, more out of curiosity about her son and the good looking
young cowboy than watching the men wrangle a huge wild bore into
another roll-off. She carefully studied Billy and Randy, and it
suddenly came to her: Walmart Cowboy Jesus. Grant's words fell
into place like the great 'amen' to a secret prayer.
"Dover!" she exclaimed to her husband, "I know who he is," Mary
Nell said quietly.
"Who?" Dover asked.
"The cowboy. Grant's master. He's Billy Daniels, the Walmart
Cowboy Jesus and Randy Rutherford is the boy he healed. He saved
the boy's life, Dover. It was on television for days several
months ago. I forgot about it, but Grant didn't. Do you
suppose...?" she asked.
"Holy mother of god, you just may be right, but keep yore' mouth
shut, woman! H'it ain't our place to go ask'n him for no miracle.
H'it just ain't the cowboy-way. If it's god's will or Master
Billy's will to help our boy, it must come from him. If he's
capable of such wonders and the least compassionate, I don't think
he will have the heart to walk away without helping Grant," Dover
After they were through, Billy handed Grant to Clyde, and got out
his wallet. "What do I owe you for the boar, Mr. Clemson?" he
"Put your wallet away. You don't owe me nothing. Glad you's taking
him off my hands. Appreciate you coming so promptly to get him,
and it's a treat to get meet you men," Dover said sincerely as he
shook Billy's hand.
"What if I offer to repay your kindness in kind, Mr. Clemson?"
Billy asked, "After all, h'it would be the cowboy-way, sir," he
"We would be most grateful, Master Billy," Dover Clemson replied.
Billy could see the fine looking cowboy's eyes began to water.
Billy put his arm around Dover's shoulder, "Come, walk with me to
your barn over yonder, Mr. Clemson. The rest of you men follow.
Mrs. Clemson and Cotton, please wait here. We will only be a few
minutes. Everyone did as Billy said, and the men walked to the
Clyde carried Grant. "Is Master Billy going to fix me, Mr. Clyde?"
Grant asked quietly.
"If'n I's a bet'n man, Son, I'd say the odds are ninety-nine to
one in your favor," Clyde replied.
"Can he really heal people, sir?" Grant asked.
"Bet chore' sweet little cowboy butt he can, Son. They's very
little that young man can't do if'n he's a mind to," Clyde
"You love him, don't you, Mr. Clyde?" Grant asked.
"With all my heart, Son. You and your family will, too," Clyde
There were three bales of hay stacked in the middle of the barn.
Billy grabbed a couple of clean horse blankets and laid them on
top of the bales. He took Grant from Clyde and laid him on the
blankets. "Can I remove your clothes, Cowboy?" Billy asked.
"Certainly, Master Billy," Grant replied.
Nick and Clyde helped him. Billy took off his hat, took a small
hat pin from the brim, and sat his hat on another bale of hay.
When he returned, his men had Grant naked as the day he was born.
Billy explained he got some of his DNA information from their
kiss, but he would feel more comfortable if he could have a taste
of his blood. He told Grant the procedure and the boy agreed.
Grant didn't feel a thing and Dover marveled as he watched Billy
taste a couple of drops of his boy's blood.
"Let's do this the right way, Gentlemen. Wing-up everybody," Billy
said and turned to Grant. "We'll be right back, Son," he added.
Everyone, including Oatie, winged-up and reappeared fully fledged
wearing their handsome leather harnesses. Grant was thrilled.
Dover was stunned. Before him stood six perfect cowboy-angels. "My
God, is our world coming to an end? Are we living in the final
days," he asked.
"Not if we can help it, Mr. Clemson," Billy said, "You ready,
Son?" Billy asked Grant.
"I knew you'd come for me, Master Billy," he said, "I'm ready to
become a part of your family, sir," he added.
"You think we could talk yore' dad, mom, and big brother into
becoming part of our family?" Billy asked.
"They already are, Master Billy," Grant said and smiled.
Dover Clemson watched as Billy's posse of cowboy-angels spread
their beautiful wings over his boy and channeled the gathered
power from the universe into their master. Billy worked on Grant
for damn near an hour. It took him a bit longer than he thought.
Dover watched as Grant's body contorted and twisted to straighten
itself out to where it should be. He watched as Grant's muscles
grew and filled out over his body. To Dover Clemson, he was
watching a miracle. When he was finished and satisfied with his
work, Billy told Grant to sit up on the edge of the bale of hay.
"You look good, Cowboy, but we can't have you walk out to your
mother and brother naked as a Christmas turkey. How 'bout we dress
you up like a real buckaroo?" Billy asked.
"I'd love it, Master Billy," Grant replied, threw his arms around
Billy's neck and cried, "How can I ever thank you, sir?" he asked.
"There, there, Buckaroo. Gimme' another one a them fine buckaroo
kisses, and that will be thanks enough," Billy replied.
They kissed another unabashed passionate kiss as tears streamed
down Dover Clemson's face.
"Clyde, you got anything in this cowboy's size?" Billy asked.
"I think we can fix him up, Master Billy," Clyde replied, waved
his hand and in an instant, Grant was fully clothed in a fine
looking cowboy outfit, complete with buckaroo boots and a big hat.
His dad took him into his arms, gave him a big hug, and a kiss
right on the mouth. Grant loved it.
"I ain't the one you should be kiss'n, Pa," Grant admonished his
dad with a smile.
"Would you mind, Master Billy?" Dover asked.
"Not at all, Mr. Clemson, it would be my honor, sir," Billy said,
and the two men embraced. Billy let Dover give and take what he
wanted, and he returned the cowboy's appreciation in kind.
Billy and his men de-winged and gather their hats. Mr. Clemson
took his son by the hand, and they slowly walked out of the barn
together with the cowboys close behind. Randy and Pard remained
behind with Mrs. Clemson and Cotton. The boys started applauding
when they caught sight of Grant and his dad walking hand in hand
out of the barn. "Hosanna!" shouted Randy.
"Hosanna, in the highest!" shouted Pard.
"Oh, my God! My boy can walk!" Mary Nell said and ran to them with
Cotton close behind.
"What about milk for them boys, Master Billy?" Oatie asked.
"Yeah! Glad we got you with us, Brother. I almost forgot," Billy
"We got an old dairy cow we milk for them," Dover said.
"Doc Breedlove is talking about special milk from a watcher -- our
protectors, Mr. Clemson. Your boys already know about them. Any
kid under the age of puberty can see them. They can see them, but
adults c'ain't unless they want to be seen," Billy said, "Boomer!
Show yourself for these folks," Billy commanded.
Boomer suddenly appeared at the back of the cowboys. Mr. and Mrs.
Clemson were stunned to see a huge Bigfoot creature standing
there. Little Grant grinned from ear to ear, dropped his dad's
hand, and started walking as fast as his rubbery little legs would
carry him. Boomer squatted down and opened his big arms for the
boy. Dover called after his boy, but he was already halfway to
"Let him go, Mr. Clemson. My beast would never heart a bairn; a
young one. Boomer is my number one slave, my bonded brother, my
watcher and protector, but he's so much more. We have a long
history together. He's been my protector since I was seven year
old. So, you see, your boys weren't fool'n with ya' none when they
told you about big hairy two-legged beastie they seen around your
property. They's many in this area, and I'm friends with them,"
The family watched as Boomer swept the boy up into his giant arms
and gently hooked Grant up to his left teat. Grant looked like a
little piggy getting himself some wonderful watcher's milk. If he
had a tail, it would have been wagging.
"Watcher milk is the best, most nourishing, healing milk in the
universe," Billy said to the Clemsons, "It will help your boys in
ways you can't imagine -- all good, of course," Billy added and
"Remember the time Grant went missing, Dad?" Cotton asked, "I
found him in the arms of one of them beasts feeding him his milk.
Grant looked like he was really enjoying it. I was startled and
yelled at him. I frightened the poor beast. He gently put Grant
down in the grass and ran away. He's still around. We see him all
the time. We leave fruit out for him and a bit of dog chow from
time to time. He's always looking after me and Grant," Cotton told
them, "He would never let anything bad happen to us," he added.
"Cotton, you're gonna' start to have problems wiff' yore' albinism
as you grow older. If it gets to be too much for you, talk it over
with your family, and if they agree, I can change it for you,"
"How can you do these things? Are you the second coming of Christ,
Mr. Daniels?" Dover asked.
"No, I have no connection with the Christian religion other than I
go to church in Mason with my family once't in a while, and I
fill-in and play the organ for services when the church organist
needs to be away," Billy replied.
"Are you men angels, sir?" Mary Nell asked.
"My surrogate dad, here, Nick, Clyde, and Andy are real angels who
work for me, but me and Doc Oatie are enhanced human cowboys. I
got enhanced by a couple of ancient alien races, and I enhanced
Doc Oatie and his family. Nothing we do is miracles. It's a form
of technology so advanced it appears to good folks like yourselves
like we represent some supernatural power, but we don't. Some have
called us cowboy-angels, and I guess that pretty well defines us;
but, I assure you there ain't nothing holy about us 'cep'n maybe
the hole I got in my pair of boot socks I be wear'n. They don't
get no more basic than cowboys. That's what we represent, the
cowboy-way, and as Mr. Clemson will tell you, the cowboy-way ain't
written down nowheres, you just learn good from your family,
friends, and relatives, and how to live it. Am I right, Mr.
Clemson?" Billy asked.
"I couldn't a put it no better myself, sir," Dover agreed.
"Here's my card wiff' the number to the ranch. I done wrote my
cell phone number on the back if'n you should need us in a hurry.
They's a slim chance the radical changes I made to Grant's body
might give him some problems for his system to adjust. If so, and
you're worried about him, gimme' a call, and we'll be here in an
instant. And don't be strangers. You don't live that far from us
you c'ain't come visit for a Saturday afternoon and evening Texas
barbecue and music show," Billy said handing Dover his card.
"Thank you, sir, can we bring anything?" Dover asked.
"No, not necessary. We provide everything, but you might find
yourself on the back of a wagon to take Saturday dinner down to
the river and help us pass out food to our stomping of Bigfoot and
daddy long-legs who sit on the limestone banks across the river
and listen to our concerts," Billy said and laughed.
"Be happy to help, Mr. Daniels," Dover said.
"Mr. Clemson, since I done fixed your boy for you, do you think
you could find it in yore' heart to call me, Billy, sir," Billy
asked and smiled.
"Certainly, Billy! Please, call me Dover," Dover agreed.
"Now let's find you a watcher to take care of them boys. Cotton,
you can benefit from their milk just as much as your brother. One
taste and you're hooked. It tastes like warm vanilla-bean Blue
Bell ice cream or egg nog, don't it, Grant," Billy asked and
winked at the boy still sucking away on Boomer's big tit.
"Mumm-humm," he agreed, not stopping long enough to use words.
"Did you boys ever name the beast what keeps watch over you?"
"Yes, Sir, Grant named him 'Bronc' because he's sort of a maverick
and don't run with the other watchers too much," Cotton said.
"Well, that's why he stays. Once you give a watcher a name, he's
bonded to you for life. Come with me, folks," Billy said and
started walking toward the barn. "Bronc! Come out! I know you can
hear me. I can hear you in my head. I'm Master Billy Daniels from
the Daniels ranch over to where the two rivers come together. Your
people on Retikki Prime gimme' charge over you and every watcher
here on Earth. It's time you meet your bonded family, Bronc! Show
yourself!" Billy hollered.
Around the corner at the back of the barn a huge watcher appeared.
He was a handsome bronze color and his hair shown brightly in the
rays of the morning sun. "Wow, he's a beaut!" Billy exclaimed, "He
should be enough to keep you boys busy and teach you some
responsibility. You know you'll have to treat him like you would
any other animal you have on the ranch. You have to take care of
him, groom him, and comb out his fur to get rid of the excess.
Make sure you take him to the river occasionally to bathe. They're
body odor can become overpowering if neglected, but it's their
natural defense against large predators," Billy explained.
Billy walked right up to Bronc. The giant beast dropped to his
knees and kissed each of Billy's boots. Billy pulled him up,
embraced him, and gave him a quick kiss. Grant stopped sucking
Boomer's teat to watch and got a big smile on his face. "Thank
you, Master Billy," everyone heard the big watcher say.
"My God, they can speak, and talk our language?" Dover asked.
"Of course, but they don't very often. They can hear our thoughts,
and they communicate telepathically. As soon as the boys drink
enough of his milk they can hear and send to his mind. Randy and
Pard don't need to speak to Boomer to communicate with him. They's
all the time laughing together at something funny one of them
thought about," Billy explained.
Boomer let Grant down to the ground, and he slowly walked to the
giant. Bronc got down on both knees and opened his arms to the
boy. Great tears fell from his eyes to see his young friend
walking toward him. Dover and Mary Nell's hearts were touched by
the love the big beast displayed for their boys. When Grant got to
him, Bronc pulled him up to his chest and cradled him in his huge
arms. Grant found his teat and began to suck again, making obscene
sounds of pure joy. He was in heaven.
"As you have protected the boys for sometime, so will you protect
the rest of the Clemson family, Bronc, for your master has looked
into their hearts and found them worthy of your love and
protection. When they come to visit, we expect you to come with
them in the back of their truck if the weather allows. You will
make yourself invisible for the trip, but you may show yourself on
our ranch. Many of your brothers visit us and find peace and joy
in the entertainment we provide," Billy said to the great beast.
Bronc nodded his head he understood.
"If you can get away, ya'll drive over to our ranch next Saturday
morning and plan to arrive between eleven and noon to spend the
day wiff' us. Gimme' a call and let us know if you can make it.
Well, we done what we come to do, Gentlemen," Billy said speaking
to his family, "Let's us get in the truck and drive back to the
ranch," he said.
"Won't you men stay and have lunch with us?" Mary Nell asked.
"Thanks, ma'am, another time perhaps. We got a full day ahead of
us, and we need to get back," Billy spoke for his family.
"We can't thank you enough, Billy," said Dover almost in tears.
"Just keep in touch, and be a good neighbor, Dover. It's all the
thanks we need," Billy replied.
The men got into the truck, waved goodbye, and started down the
long drive to the blacktop. "Ya' done good, little Brother," Oatie
said quietly to Billy.
"Just doing ma' job as a cowboy, Brother," Billy drawled like an
old hand and Oatie laughed.
* * * * * * *
When the men returned, they parked the truck in the shade
and fed the poor pig again. He didn't stink as bad as the other
pig, but he weren't no flower neither. He was ripe enough you
wanted to hold your breath while you were around him. 'All the
better,' Billy thought wickedly and laughed to himself.
They got back to the Daniels' ranch around ten o'clock. Oatie
drove to his clinic and saw several patients. He had to agree with
Billy, his enhancement was doing wonders for his business. If he
had to do surgery on an animal, it was so much easier to put it
into a deep sleep and use his talents he learned from Master
Billy. He would never allow anyone in his surgery when he would
wing-up and gather the energy of the universe to help his
patients. Sometime, if it was a big job, he would call on his
granddad or Perry Reed and Mick Flynn to come and give him extra
It proved to be a long busy day. Billy had meetings from the time
he got back until time for lunch. Aunt Helen's staff put together
an excellent DVD of the Barnyard Concert Billy fast tracked
through and approved it. It was released in its entirety on
YouTube at one o'clock Monday afternoon. By six o'clock they sold
out the first batch of copied DVD's. Reviews on the Net were
glowing and there were rave reviews for the new unknown
composer/conductor's Concerto for Tubas. It was new, fresh, and
something they never heard before. Billy's conducting and Jessie's
playing of the Stravinsky Concerto for Piano and Winds was praised
as one of the finest performances available. When the final count
was tallied, they tripled the sale of the first DVD but there was
still orders coming in for it as well.
Aunt Helen found a company who manufactured many of the
instruments they were looking for who was willing to give them a
cut rate deal on a large order. She submitted a list for Billy's
approval. Billy noticed there were sometimes fifteen or twenty of
most every instrument; of course, the string instruments accounted
for most. He raised an eyebrow but didn't question her. He figured
if his cowboys and cowgirls wanted to learn an instrument, they
should have the right. He signed off on the order with no comment.
He wanted Aunt Helen to know he trusted her judgment. Later on,
when they reaped the harvest of their investment, he was glad he
* * * * * * *
The rescue of Marco Ceasare Del Obbligatto went down like
clockwork. They were set up and ready to go by nine o'clock in the
evening. Randy got in touch mentally with Marco and asked him if
he was ready.
<< I am so ready to get out of here, my sweet cowboy, I
can't tell you how much, >> he replied.
<< What do you think the best time would be?
>> Randy asked.
<< They make rounds to cell check at ten o'clock, and
they change the guard at midnight, so anytime between ten-thirty
and eleven-thirty would probably be best, >> Marco
<< Good, but I'll check back in with you before we open
the gate. I know Master Billy described the gate, but some folks
get scared their first time. Ain't nothing to it, really. It's
just a gate of free electrons what looks like shimmering water.
Once you step through, you're at the Daniels' ranch and in my
arms, sir. Do you need me to come through and take you by the
hand and lead you back through? >> Randy asked.
<< I don't think so. From your description it should be
a piece of cake, >> Marco said.
<< Good, 'cause if you just come on through, it will
give our men more time to levitate the sleeping wild bore, move
him through, and quickly get out, >> Randy explained.
<< The less time spent in this god-forsaken hole the
better for anyone, >> Marco allowed.
At exactly eleven o'clock on the dot a large gate of shimmering
blue electrons sprang up. Marco didn't waste anytime walking
through the gate to be received by the men he was with the night
before. He watched with them as Clyde and Billy levitated the
enormous wild boar and silently floated him through the gate. They
were gone only long enough for Clyde to cover the poor thing with
the blanket Marco left behind. They returned and the gate was
There were many hugs, kisses, and handshakes. Marco couldn't
believe he was out of that awful place and among people again --
people he loved and cared about. It was late and Billy left Marco
in the care of Big Blue and Baby Blue. They couldn't have been
more pleased. But before they left, Billy removed the electronic
chip deeply embedded within the muscle tissue of Marco's shoulder
muscles on his back. He no sooner got it out when he threw it on
the floor and crushed it with his boot heel. He explained to
Marco, he healed his shoulder and he should have no pain, but the
major work they planned to do for him would be done tomorrow after
he got a good night's rest. The men broke up and went their
separate ways. Clyde took Randy and Pard to their room and got
permission from Pard's great-grandmother to stay with Randy in his
and Clyde's room. Billy and Nick transported to the line cabin for
"Where are we, Blue?" Marco asked as they walked through the
corridors, up the many stairs, and down another long corridor to
"We're in a huge castle on a space ship hidden in a cave in the
hill country of West Central Texas," Big Blue replied rather
"You're shit'n me, Blue!" Marco exclaimed.
"No, he ain't, old friend. It's really a space ship from another
galaxy capable of inter-stellar flight. I don't think we'd be able
to make you understand how it's possible without showing you.
We'll have most of the day tomorrow to do that. Here we are at our
apartment," Erin said and opened the door for Marco.
"You don't lock your door?" he asked.
"Don't have to on the ship. There ain't no crime to speak of,"
"Holy crap, you men got all this space to yourselves?" he asked
looking around the huge space.
"Yeah, it is a bit much, ain't it? We don't use hardly half of it.
We have an extra bedroom you can use, if you like. As a matter of
fact, we got several extra bedrooms. We may have others live with
us later, but for now we got it to ourselves," Big Blue explained.
Marco sat down in a nice chair at their table, put his elbow on
the table, rested his forehead in the palm of his hand and wept.
"Erin, boil us up some hot water for some Texas Tea. Our buddy is
gonna' need some'um to relax him. There, there, old friend. Ain't
no need for tears. I'm a hypocrite to offer my comfort because
when they got me out of that hole, I done the same damn thing. It
took me several days to realize I can go to the bathroom by myself
and me and Erin's got all the privacy we could want. You'll adjust
quicker than you think," Big Blue said.
"Especially, after Master Billy gets through with you tomorrow.
You'll look and feel twenty, maybe thirty years younger, and
believe us when we tell you it goes a long way to easing your
transition," Erin encouraged him.
"But, you're still a punishment slave?" he asked Erin.
"Yes, sir, but Master Billy has a different idea about punishment.
I'm paying my debt to society by working for Master Billy, but it
ain't like it was in prison. I know I'm his slave, but he thinks
on his slaves as part of his family. I truly feel like I'm part of
his family. For what he done for me and Blue, I would gladly
become his slave, work for him, and give him my best. Blue told me
he feels the same way, even though for right now he has to remain
on this ship most of the time. The most important thing to me is
Master Billy's gracious and understanding enough to allow Blue and
me to have a relationship," Erin said.
"I'm back working in electrical systems and loving every minute of
it. And Erin is in charge of Master Billy's slave groomers. He
does have three punishment slaves he bought rather than have them
sent to prison. They're still in the breaking in stage, but you
won't hear a one of them complain about the place or their
positions as punishment slaves. You'll have plenty of opportunity
to talk with them yourself," Blue said.
They drank their Texas Tea and decided to have a second cup. The
first cup seemed to cut the edge off Marco's anxiety as Blue and
Erin hoped. The second cup he became like a docile old house cat
and while he was still more than a little impressed with his
brothers' new life style, it was coming to him at a more
"Let's get you out of those stinking prison clothes, Brother,"
Blue said to him and handed him a large terry-cloth robe, "Remove
everything and put it in that trash bag over yonder. We'll ask
some friends, a couple of old cowboys, to outfit you tomorrow. How
about we take him down to the tubs, Baby Blue, and scrub him down
to get the prison smell off him? We can relax and have another cup
of Texas Tea while soaking," Blue said.
"Good idea, Daddy Blue. There probably won't be anyone down there.
We'll have the place to ourselves," Erin agreed.
They got ready and took the back stairs down to the dungeon and
hot tubs. It was a warm evening, and they were barefooted. To
their surprise the giants Gog, Joe, and Blue Willie, with Thor and
Zeus, the grooms Mace and Picard, and the two old cowboys, Hank
and Buck were there. Hank and Buck had a bedroom in the Daniels'
house they stayed in only occasionally, but they loved their
apartment in the castle in what came to be known as giant country.
They hailed them hardily and stood to be introduced to their
latest comrade, Marco Obbligatto. Marco was in awe of the huge men
and for the first time in his life felt like a man of average
height and girth.
After introductions, Blue and Erin took Marco to the showers and
the grooms accompanied them. They got out their grooming tools of
soft brushes and sponges and joined the men. They took over Marco,
and he looked at Blue and Erin showering on either side of him.
"They're our grooms, Marcus. It's their job, and they are
excellent at what they do. Let them pamper you. You deserve it,"
Blue said. Erin was turned away from Marco, but when he turned
toward him, Marco gasped. My God did they cut your penis off, Baby
Blue?" he asked. Big Blue and Erin laughed.
"No, Daddy Marcus, I now have both. He's not going to understand
unless you change me back, Blue," Erin said.
Blue walked over and ran his hand over Erin's cunt, and it was
instantly replaced by his regular cock and balls. "See, Marcus, I
can have both. How's that for having your cake and eating it,
too?" Erin asked, and they laughed. Blue waved his hand again and
Erin's fine little cunt reappeared.
"My God in heaven, that's the most amazing thing I ever seen. You
have become the perfect sex partner," Marco said to Erin.
"I'm happy and content. Fortunately, for me, my husband is an
equal opportunity fucker. He keeps both my holes well fucked,"
Erin said and went about his bathing.
Mace and Picard were gentle but thorough with Marco. They were
fascinated by his many tattoos. He told them Master Billy planned
to remove them to better disguise him. They gave him a brand new
toothbrush, a small tube of paste, and pointed him to the sinks.
It was the first time Marco brushed his teeth in a number of
years. Inmates could make weapons out of retired toothbrushes.
Erin got poked several times by one. Marco complained he had very
few teeth left and not being able to chew his food properly was
affecting his health.
"Not to worry, old man, Master Billy will give you a brand new set
of real teeth, and they will never rot. Look and me and Blue. We
got perfect teeth, and if you notice the men in the bath with us,
even the old cowboys, got perfect teeth," Big Blue said.
The men returned to the bath to join the other men. Mace and
Picard poured everyone another steaming mug of Texas Tea. The men
thanked them and made room for the halflings to join them. The
giants loved to hold them in their laps and pet them. Mace and
Picard were pretty fond of their attention as well. Everyone
seemed to be happy and got along great. Marco thought in prison
there would have been six fights break out in the time they were
there. He found it so relaxing and rewarding to be carrying on a
decent conversation with everyone. There was no posturing nor
overwrought male hormones trying to vie for dominance as bull of
"Is there something in that tea?" Marco asked Blue.
"No, it's the herbs themselves what supply the mellow feeling.
Like it?" Blue asked.
"Never had anything like it. Pot used to scramble my brains. I
couldn't hold onto a thought more'n a minute or two, and I'd be
off onto something else. This stuff is mellow and allows you to
enjoy every moment and nothing is lost. It's an amazing sensation.
Yes, I think I like it very much," Marcos said.
"It will make you sleep like a baby and you won't have nightmares,
neither," Blue said.
"I could do with a good night's sleep without mental
disturbances," Marco said. The other men were quiet. They could
empathize and understand what the big man was going through. They
expressed their concern and sympathy and assured him they were
there at one time or another.
Blue asked Hank and Buck about outfitting Marco. "It's our job and
it will be our pleasure, but it would be best to wait until Master
Billy gets through with him. His size could vary considerably. For
tomorrow morning, have him wear the robe he was wearing when you
men came down from your apartment. Master Billy will have him
remove his clothing anyway," Buck replied.
"I'm curious about Buck, Zeus, and the Blue giant's brother they
call Blue Willie's sexual assignments," Marco whispered to Blue.
"Gentlemen, our friend Marcus is naturally curious about your
sexual assignments. It was a revelation for him when he noticed my
husband had a cunt, and I showed him how I can change Erin to our
mutual satisfaction. Do you mind if we share with him?" Odin
"I can't speak for the others, but I don't mind," replied Buck, "I
probably should have morphed my genitals when we came down to the
tubs if I knew we might have a new family member among us. I'm so
used to our family seeing me like this, when we're relaxing, I
just don't bother. Mostly it depends on what mood my husband is
in. Hank and I been together over sebendy years, and when we got
together I always knew he was more of a ladies man than I was,"
"How is that possible? Seventy years? Neither of you look a day
over forty," Marcus asked.
"We was working on a big ranch in West Texas in the sixties and
was abducted by some aliens. We was rescued by some good aliens
like our watchers here on Earth. They took Hank and me to their
planet, and we lived with them for sixty-five years. Due to lack
of intensive cosmic rays on their world, people age at a much
slower rate. We looked the same age since we were kidnapped.
Anyway, Master Billy, come to our planet to meet his watcher
mate's uncles who are the rulers of their planetary system to be
enhanced, and we were Billy and Boomer's grooms for their first
sexual encounter. Since we was from Texas and Master Billy was,
too, we asked if we could become his slaves and come back to Earth
with him. He said 'yes' and here we are. We're Master Billy's
slaves and work for him and his family.
Long story short, after we met Thor and his son who is also his
wife, I asked Master Billy to morph me for Hank and me to test
drive a cunt. I got to where I really enjoy it with Hank and
Master Billy showed me how to morph myself," Buck said.
Joe the blue giant spoke next, "Our story is pretty much the same
as Hank and Buck's except me and my brother came here on this
space ship as part of Captain Nick's crew. We're a couple of his
personal protectors. Willie wanted to try, and I couldn't see why
not, so I can morph him any time we want something a little
different," Joe explained.
"Our story is a bit more involved, and it includes Gog here. My
son done some bad things, he was morphed by the folks on our
planet, and as a punishment slave he was expected to perform every
day for the men in a male prison for several years. After a
certain time, I was allowed to marry him as my wife, and they
released him to me. He is still my slave and my wife, but we're
both slaves of Master Billy, and we couldn't be happier," Thor
gave the short version.
"Billy Daniels sounds like a wonderful man," Marco said quietly.
"He is, but he's down to Earth and as much a cowboy as you'd find
anywhere. He just happens to be an extremely gifted young cowboy,"
Gog spoke up, "He's been nothing but good to me and my friends,
Thor and Zeus. We could never live so well on our home worlds as
we do here on Earth with the Daniels family. We hope you find a
place among us and enjoy what peace we have found for ourselves,"
Big Blue decided they should call it an evening. It was getting
late, and they had jobs to do the next day. They knew Master Billy
wanted to see Marco in the dungeon right after breakfast. Marco
shook hands with the men and thanked them for their forthrightness
with him. He had a hug and a kiss for the handsome young halfling
grooms who so carefully attended him in the shower. He told them
he looked forward to living and working with them.
* * * * * * *
The next morning, Odin and Erin took Marco down to the workers
dinning hall wearing his robe. Blue loaned him a pair of his house
shoes which fit him pretty well. The men from the previous evening
were gathered at a table and motioned for them to come sit with
them. The kitchen and dinning area were run by village people who
wanted to make extra money for their families. They were dwarfs
and halflings. They saw the new man and had to investigate. They
were fascinated by Marco and his tattoos. Also joining them for
breakfast were Pan the Panther man, Leon the Lion Man, and Raza
the Dragon man. Marco never saw such a strange assortment of
people but everyone of them seemed happy, going about their
business like they had a purpose in life. Marco expected some
strange things but certainly nothing like what he was witnessing.
He found himself being sucked into to their world like the vortex
of a black hole.
Despite their differences and sizes, they were a bonded family.
Marco experienced a great urge to join them and become a part of
their world. He decided his own species was a lousy lot. Odin and
Erin introduced him to everyone around the table, but the workers
would come around, one by one, to meet him and introduce
themselves. They were very friendly and made him feel like one of
their family. Breakfast was served family style and there were
several platters set before them. There was no boarder-house
reaching or being at the end of the passing plate only to find
bits and pieces left. You only had to take from a platter in front
of you what you wanted. They served anything you wanted. If it
wasn't on the table, you only had to ask for it, and it would be
brought to you.
It was the best food Marco ate since he went into prison twenty
years before, and he ate like a hay-hand in mowing season. The
coffee was fresh and the overall fragrance of the good food
overtook him. He only wished the wild boar who replaced him was
enjoying such a good breakfast, but he imagined the poor thing was
no longer among the living.
* * * * * * *
After breakfast Erin left to start his day as foreman of the
grooming crews for the three punishment slaves. It was pretty much
the same every day, unless there was something special Master
Billy wanted them to do, then it was Erin's job to see it got
done. He didn't anticipate anything out of the ordinary that
morning. Big Blue took Marcus down the back stairs again and into
the dungeon area. It was an ominous place, but at the moment it
was well lit and it looked accommodating. Blue waited with him,
and they conversed waiting for Master Billy to appear. They didn't
have to wait long. Billy and his posse arrived fully fledged.
Marco was astonished. There, before him, stood the most
magnificent creatures he ever saw: Clyde; Balthazar; Cowboy Andy;
Garth; Mack; Captain Nick, and Billy's newest members of his
family, Slipweasel and Rum-Dum. Being raised a Catholic but never
fully buying into the dogma, Marco was moved to his core. He fell
to his knees and wept.
"It will take him a while, Master Billy," Odin said and put his
hand on Marco's shoulder.
"I want you to stay and wing-up, Blue. Maybe he'll feel a little
more comfortable with his brother by his side. I'll send Mace to
tell your crew you will be delayed a while and to have your number
two man take charge until you get there," Billy said.
"I'd like that, Master Billy," Odin replied. Marco watched as his
friend removed his western shirt, laid it on a bench, disappeared,
and reappeared in an instant. Marco looked into Blue's eyes. You,
too, Blue?" he asked.
"Yes, I'm proud to say, I'm one of Master Billy's cowboy-angels.
Them other men with wings is real genuine angels what's been
around since the beginnings of human history, but they don't look
a day over forty. Master Billy is a cowboy-angel like me, only
he's a little higher on the ladder. I'm still just a junior
bird-man and provide him with back up power I gather from the
ether of the universe with my wings when he needs me. He's gonna'
let me help with your transition. The more power he has, the
faster he can process you and get you fixed up," Odin explained.
"Are you going to make me into an angel like my brother, Master
Billy?" Marco asked through his tears.
"I ain't really done me much think'n on it, but I'll consider it,
if'n it's what you want. I done made Odin Bluetooth into one of my
cowboy-angels because we come to find out he weren't guilty of the
charges against him and the Catholic priest what done the evil
deed and put the finger on Blue is still our there free as a bird
to molest other little boys. Who knows, he may have killed another
kid by now," Billy said, "And that's also why your friend, Big
Blue Odin is a free man here on the ranch. He ain't no punishment
slave. However, that being said, he's pretty much trapped here to
work with me and my family. If he decides he wants to go, I can't
hold him back, but neither can I protect him unless he's part of
my family. You understand what I'm trying to say?" Billy asked.
"He's happy here. I've known him long enough to read his mind. I'd
know if he was unhappy living with your family, and I assure you
Blue and Baby Blue are content," Marco said.
"That's what I want to do for you, but you must understand you
have to stay under the shelter of my wings until this whole thing
blows over. Later, if you decide you ain't happy here, you want to
leave, we can discuss it, and make some arrangements. I hope you
will find us too interesting and engaging to leave us. Besides,
the perks of living here under my auspices are many. My yoke is
easy and my burden is light," Billy said and smiled.
"I meant what I said when you came to visit me in prison. Take me
and mold me into someone who can be a benefit for you and your
family. No one has ever done anything for me nearly as wonderful
as you men have. I'm yours until you don't need me no more, Master
Billy," Marco said.
"Good, then take off your shoes, your robe, lay on this leather
table, and let's us get this transformation underway," Billy said
patting the leather covered table for Marco to use.
Billy's angels including Odin Bluetooth spread their wings to
collect the life-force energy from the ethos. Billy explained he
needed to prick Marco's finger to taste his blood to have his DNA
on file to work from. He worked on the old man for almost two
hours. They had to take several breaks so his angels could lower
their wings and rest for a while, but Picard and Mace were there
with refreshments for them if they wanted. Several asked for some
Texas Tea. Marco had tattoos which almost covered his entire body
except above his neck, below his wrists, and below his ankles.
There were no tattoos on his head, hands, or feet. Slowly but
surely Billy removed them all, front and back. Marco even had his
cock and asshole tattooed. "I certainly ain't against tattoos, but
in your case they would be easy markers if anyone came sniffing
around. After a number of years, if you think you might like to
have them back, you will have the joy of having them done all over
again," Billy said and laughed.
"I ain't likely to, sir. They represent a past I ain't none too
proud of. I don't think I'd care to go down that path again,"
Billy worked on his body. For his age, Marco was in fine physical
shape. He had a build on him many younger men would envy, but
muscles, if not tended to every day begin to sag. Unlike Blue they
didn't allow Marco any workout time in solitary-confinement. Billy
brought him back to look like a middle aged man in his early
forties. Billy asked what hair he wanted on his body and what he
wanted to lose.
"I never liked a lot of hair. When I had more hair on my head, I
always kept it in a buzz cut. Drop it all including around my
pubes and ass. Can you bring some back if I change my mind later,
sir?" Marco asked.
"Sure, no problem. I'll just turn off your hair growing switches,
wave my hand over you, and voilĂ , it's gone," Billy said and there
wasn't a hair on Marco's body, anywhere. Odin looked at the
remarkable change in his old friend. Marco looked so good Big Blue
began to get an erection.
"Down Rover!" Billy said to him, and the other angels laughed with
"What's he talking about, Blue?" Marco asked.
"You look so good I popped me a big-old boner, Brother," Blue
replied and blushed. Everyone laughed again.
"I want you to consider another name for yourself, Marco. I ain't
ask'n you to give up the name you carried all your life, but for a
while, you need an alias. Since I done took off all your hair and
your middle name 'Ceasare' means hairy what do you think about
Harry Les Gatto? It clearly defines you as a hairless cat," Billy
said and laughed at his own joke. A couple of the angels groaned.
"May I remind you, Gentlemen, I'm not only your master, I control
who gets Grandma Kate's desserts and who don't," he said and
"We're so sorry, Master Billy. That really was funny, sir," said
Weasel and Rum-Dum.
"We're just about through with you, Marco, but first open your pie
hole for me," Billy said showing his own perfect teeth. Marco
responded and Billy ran his finger around what teeth he had left
and his gums. His mouth was cleared of all teeth. He ran it around
again and Marco had a full mouth of teeth. He clicked them
together to get the feel and moved his hand up to feel them.
"Here! Don't put your hand in your mouth," Billy chastised him and
smiled. He handed Marco a small hand mirror and he admired his new
"The original ones weren't that good looking, Master Billy," he
"There's one final thing what needs to be taken care of. Your
fingers and toes are a mess. Mace, you and Picard get your
manicure tools and take care of Mr. Obbligatto's nails," Billy
ordered his grooms.
"Yes, sir, Master Billy, right away, sir," Mace said, and they
Billy had Clyde materialize a full set of buckaroo clothes for
Marco, but didn't put them on him. He sat them aside on another
table. "Them clothes are your starters. See Hank and Buck for more
Wrangles, shirts, boots -- everyman gets two pair of boots per year
-- socks, shirts, bandannas, belts, and hats. If you don't like the
ones Clyde whipped up for you, Hank and Buck will help you find
your individually distinctive western look," he explained.
"Underwear?" Marco asked.
"Underwear? Are you kidding? Cowboys don't never wear no
underwear," he said and laughed.
"I'm afraid he ain't kidding, Brother. It took me a while, but now
I wouldn't wear underwear if you gave it to me. Nothing to bunch
up in the crotch," Odin said.
The cowboys sat around and talked while Mace and Picard pampered
the big man. When they finished Billy told Marco to walk over to
the full length mirror and take a good look at the new man. Marco
did as he was told and stood there for a few minutes admiring
himself. He shed a couple of tears. "The oracle told me you would
restore my youth to me, sir. I can't thank you enough, Master
Billy," he said.
"Come, I have something else to show you," Billy said firmly as he
dug into his left back pocket of his Wranglers. Marco walked up to
him and waited. "Open your right hand, Mr. Obbligatto," Billy
ordered and Marco open his hand. Billy dropped a gold key in his
hand and told him to close his hand around it. Marco did so and
suddenly got a look of pain on his face. He opened his hand
quickly and dropped the key to the floor. It burned a perfect
image of the key in the palm of Marco's hand. Billy grabbed his
hand, blew his breath across it, and immediately, the pain was
gone. "Do you believe what the oracle told you, Marco?" Billy
"I have no doubt, Master Billy. You are the chosen one, and I must
help you and your angels gain entrance to the hidden vault," Marco
Billy picked up the key, held it up for all to see, and returned
it to his back pocket.
"Will that burn go away, Master Billy?" he asked.
"Not until we accomplish what we must do, Marco. It is a reminder
of your troth to the oracle, to me, and the brothers of the other
fallen angels standing before you," Billy said.
"I have kept my word these many years, and through your compassion
and generosity the oracle told me the truth about my reward. I
will not let you, your angels, nor the oracle down, sir," Marco
"Seal your troth with me. Kiss me, Marco," Billy ordered and the
big man gave Billy a kiss what would singe the hair off an angel's
balls, and it damn near did to the several angels watching. It was
a kiss of joy, thanksgiving, and a renewed faith in life. Billy's
posse began to applaud, whistle, and stomp their boots. Marco
blushed beet red when they parted and Billy did, too. "I'd say
that kiss done the trick, my good man. Consider our troth signed,
sealed, and delivered," Billy said.
"Thank you, Master Billy," he said again.
"Where should we put him?" Billy mused.
"We got all them bedrooms we ain't using, Master Billy," Odin
"Would you like to stay with Odin and Erin and see how it works
out for you? If ya' ain't comfortable we'll work with you," Billy
"That enormous bedroom to myself, with a comfortable bed, and
sharing that huge apartment with two men I dearly love? I couldn't
think of nothing better, sir," Marco said.
"It's done then. Put your clothes on and lets have a look at our
new cowboy, and by the way, Blue will help you when you begin to
grow your wings," Billy said, "You will probably start fledging
later this evening or early tomorrow morning. At any rate, Blue
will contact me or one of my angels, and we will do the surgery
necessary for your wings to break through the surface of you skin
on your back. It's simple, but it can be a bloody mess if you
don't know what your doing," he added.
"Will it hurt, sir?" Marco asked.
"Bet chore' sweet ass it'll hurt, Cowboy!" Billy exclaimed and
grinned, "You don't get to be an angel and wear a set of wings
without a little pain," Billy proclaimed, and Blue almost fell on
the floor laughing. The other angels laughed with him.
"Master Billy's blow'n smoke up yore' ass, Brother. There's some
discomfort, but whoever cuts you, will immediately heal your back,
and block any pain you might have. They'll put you in bed with a
watcher, and you can drink his sweet milk. It will make you
drowsy, and your wings will grow in while you sleep," Blue said.
"What's a 'watcher'?" Marco asked
"You'll find out soon enough. Everybody loves the watchers," Odin
said and helped Marco with his clothes.
"What about them rings, Master Billy," Marco asked.
"I started a new policy not long ago. I'm only gonna' award them
rings to my cowboy-angels as a reward for something above and
beyond the call of duty. You get us into the hidden vault and help
us rescue them angels, and the first thing I will do upon
returning is gift you with a set, but only if you want them. They
ain't mandatory," Billy stressed.
"Thanks, sir, I'll keep that in mind," Marco replied and smiled
like he already made up his mind.
Blue helped Marco get dressed, and when they were finished, Billy
and his cowboys allowed Marco would make a fine looking addition
to Master Billy's herd of cowboy-angels.
Billy decided he wanted to have lunch with his men in the ship's
dining hall in the great castle. He sent his grooms, Mace and
Picard, to check with the manager and chef to see if they could
accommodate them. They returned in a flash with word there would
be plenty of food, and the staff and servers would be honored to
serve them. The men washed up and accompanied Odin and Marco to
lunch. Billy was leaving Marco with Big Blue. He was to take him
to work with him and show him what was going on in their world.
They needed to find him a job to do and wanted Blue to feel him
out about his background and what talents he might have. Billy
wanted Blue to familiarize Marco with the ship for the rest of the
week and get him set up with clothing and other things he will
When the cowboys walked into the great dining hall everyone
stopped what they were doing to get a good look at the job Master
Billy and his cowboy-angels did on Marco. They were so impressed
they started applauding for him, but Marco thought they were
applauding for their master. "It's you they's applauding for, Mr.
Obbligatto. Take a bow and acknowledge their appreciation," Billy
said. Marco was moved to his core and formally bowed to the
workers. They responded by applauded all the more. A couple of
servers, lead him to a seat and held it for him as he sat down.
The staff's compassion and genuine joy at seeing such a great
improvement in the old man went a long way for Marco to regain a
little of the self-respect he lost over the years, and for the
first time in a very long while, he felt good about himself. Marco
Ceasare Del Obbligatto felt a spark of hope begin to glow within
End of Chapter 65 ~ Seek Him Who Maketh The Seven Stars, and
Copyright ~ © ~ 2013 ~ 2014 ~ 2015 ~ Waddie Greywolf
All Rights Reserved~
Mail to: email@example.com
WC = 17969
Nifty.org -- http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html -- to
service so it
Also, if you
send an e-mail
to the author
to let them
for you to
a couple of
goes a long
else you might
have in mind.