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2006 ~ Waddie Greywolf
was up early and went in to wake his only son, Waco. Tomorrow
would be his boy’s twelfth birthday and he was taking him to the county
slave auction house to buy him a male servant; a body slave for a
present. Waco was a good son and Charlie was proud of his
boy. He wanted him to have all the best things in life he never
had. Charlie Goodnight was a successful rancher and he could
afford a few things for his boy.
He never spoiled
Waco like so many father he’d seen do to their boys. Charlie’s
wife passed away when Waco was only a toddler, and he had to raise the
boy himself. He taught him to be a cowboy like him and believe in
the goodness of the simple things in life and the cowboy way.
Waco was growing up to be a carbon copy of his dad; except, the boy had
a few talents Charlie Goodnight found difficult to understand.
Even though he was sometimes amazed by his boy, he trusted him fully.
After a good,
hearty ranch breakfast the two men set out for the county seat and the
auction house. Waco had no idea what to expect or what he wanted,
but being a good young man, he had faith he would pick the right
slave. His dad, Charlie, was supportive and wanted Waco to have a
good servant. Money was no object, although Mr. Goodnight knows
his son has a tendency toward being conservative. He knows the
boy will squeeze a nickel until the buffalo shits. He stresses to
is son he’d rather pay a little more for a fine slave for him than to
get a maverick who’s head strong, rebellious, refuses to work or learn
or be what he wants.
“Son, the sooner
we git’ chu’ a servant the easier it’s gonna’ be to train him to be the
help you’ll need to become a proper gentleman. I want you to pick
him, because he has to bond with you as your personal body slave.
I’m proud of you for taking all them 4H slave handler classes and all
them ribbons you won. I know you know how to handle any slave and
examine him properly.”
The men arrived
at the auction house and were shown all the stock the dealer had, but
Waco couldn't seem to find one he liked. He’d been taught to be
excellent but genteel slave handler. They come down to the final
salves and Waco still hadn’t shown much interest in any of them.
Waco goes through the motions of examining a few, but he doesn’t
man,” the slave dealer spoke to Waco, “we’ve shown you all our
stock. Ain’t there one we’ve shown you who might strike yore’
Waco heard a
voice inside his head.
ain’t shown you all his stock, young master,— I will be proud to be
your new owner, your new slave. They call me ‘the lummox.’
They think because I’m big, I’m clumsy. I ain’t, but they don’t
need to know that. I am here. I await you, my handsome
young master. >>
heard the ponies on the ranch speak to him before and his own pony
referred to himself as Waco’s owner. Here, he heard a voice that
was not a pony referring to himself as his “owner” and “slave” at the
same time. It was a subtle message,— one Waco fully
understood. To have a pony or a slave is, in essence, to be owned
by it. If you’re a responsible husbandman, you have no
choice. You must care for it and see to its needs for the rest of
its life, unless you decide to sell it; but, what cowboy sells his good
old pony who has worked with him without complaint in good weather and
bad, and carried him faithfully many miles? What man sells a
devoted slave who has become more than his calling?
“No,— ” Waco
paused, cocked his head and smiled at the dealer, “There is one other
you haven’t shown me,— the one you call ‘the lummox.’”
looked at Waco like he was stunned. How could this kid know about
the wild man they just got in a couple of days before?
“There is, young
master, but he is of no consequence. He is little more than a
wild man,— a horrible, ugly beast,--- a lummox, if you will. He’s
every young boy’s
nightmare. He’s the epitome of the monster every child prays is
not hiding in their closet. He’s only
recently been enslaved. We’ve just cleaned him. He
smelled awful when we got him. He does not speak. He’s
untrained. He is much too old for you as a body slave. He’s
huge. He’s a giant. We call him “the lummox” because he’s
very clumsy. We weren’t even sure he was a man when we first got
him. We’ve tried to clip a lot of hair from him to make him
presentable, but we have more to go. He’s chained up so we can
complete his processing. You wouldn’t be able to control
him. You need a slave closer to your size and age, to grow, and
bond with you.”
“I will see him,
Sir. Dad, please tell Mr. Tennent to show us this giant.”
learned when my son wants something strongly, Mr. Tennent, it usually
ain’t a frivolous request. He’s a conservative young man. I
taught him to be that way. This is to be his birthday present,
and I’d be grateful, Sir, if you would appease him.”
“Very well, but
I’m warning both of you, he might be dangerous.”
“No he ain’t.”
said Waco quietly. Mr. Tennent just shrugged his shoulders and
turned on his heels.
please. I’ll take you to him.”
The dealer took
the two men to a room far to the back of the large building where there
was a long row of individual rooms each containing a cell. He led
them to one of the rooms and opened the door for them to enter.
Chained to the wall was a giant, hairy, beast-like man. He had to
be the ugliest critter Waco ever saw; yet, the boy was strangely drawn
him. Aside from the monster's imposing size there's a plaintive,
child-like gentleness and intelligence about him and a raging masculine
strength that cause Waco's dick to instantly spring to life as if it
had a brain of its own.
The lummox stands over eight feet in height and looks like he would
weigh well over three hundred pounds of solid muscle. He is
massive and well proportioned. He’s nude except his body is
completely covered with hair. Even his huge feet are covered in a
fine downy hair. On his wrist and ankles are big iron cuffs
attached to the wall behind him. His arms are spread far
apart. Around his neck he
wears a heavy iron collar and it is also attached to the wall.
The dealer unlocks the cell door, opens it and bids the two gentlemen
Waco walks right
in, but his dad lingers outside the cell, somewhat leery of the
imposing size of the giant. The giant slowly raises his lowered
head so his dark orange eyes flecked with red meet Waco’s for the first
time. There is something that instantly passes between the boy
and the giant. Waco walks to the creature, throws his small, boy
arms around as much as he can hold, and presses his body tightly up
against the naked giant’s.
Mr. Goodnight starts to speak to his son, but the boy holds up his hand
as if to silence his dad.
called to me, my giant, and I have come for you. >>
<< I hope
I don’t frightened you, young master. >>
not at all. You would never harm me. >>
<< How do
you know that, young Sir? >>
<< How am
I able to hear your thoughts? >>
same way you speak to your pony, Sir.>>
but my pony is a horse and you are a man,— or are you? >>
of, Sir,— first cousin. >> The giant looked down at
him. Suddenly his face wasn’t quite so ugly to Waco. It was
a wise and powerful face. One Waco knew he could look upon each
day and feel good about having the lummox in his life.
him. I will examine him.” Waco ordered Mr. Tennent.
master, it took eight very large men to get him chained to the wall.”
“Son, do you
know what you’re doing?” Mr. Goodnight asked in a concerned voice.
“I know what I’m
doing, Dad. Remember my pony?” Was all Waco had to say to
his rancher father. His dad knew of his ability to speak to the
horses. His son was telling him he was communicating with the
giant on a nonverbal level. Mr. Goodnight had come to trust his
“Release him, so
my boy may examine him, Mr. Tennent. It will be all right.
The giant will not harm my boy."
head, the dealer unlocked the giant’s fetters, and handed Waco a pair
of inspection gloves. The giant stood there with his arms behind
his back. Waco could almost swear he saw a small smile cross his
ugly face, but he quickly recovered and maintained his stoic regard of
know what I must do to properly inspect you, don’t you, slave? >>
Sir, young master. It is meant to be. It has to be. I
them you are an excellent slave handler, quite capable of having me
obey your every wish. >>
Waco first went
to examine the giant’s mouth. You can tell the age and health of
a horse or a slave from the condition of their teeth. A horse’s
teeth grows all their lives. If he’s long in the tooth, he’s an
older horse. That's why it's rude to look a gift horse in the
mouth. The condition of people’s teeth can tell much about
them, too. To Waco's amazement he discovers the lummox has a
of teeth, upper and lower. Waco is astounded but doesn’t
on his finding.
running his hands over the giant creature rock hard, solid body.
It tickles the lummox, he flinches and moans a couple of times but he
doesn’t move. The more Waco felt him he wasn’t sure he was
feeling a man; however, everything was in the proper place but more
massively proportioned. He came to his huge penis and almost
couldn’t see his testicles, because they were hidden within so much
fur. He felt the giant’s enormous cock and pealed back its
foreskin to reveal a beautiful head on a less hairy shaft. The
giant’s cock began to swell and rose to a strong fifteen inch
I order you to share your pride with me, would you have any problem?
>> Waco asked the lummox.
<< As your
slave, I would
be yours to command, young master. I will never disobey you.
watched as his son turned bright red. Charlie Goodnight could
only imagine the converstation between his boy and the lummox.
Waco gently found the
huge man’s testicles and weighed them in his hand. Then he put
both hands under them and weighed them individually. Waco noticed
something unusual about the giant’s dick. He maintained a more
solid erection than any he’d ever seen before. He took hold of it
again and felt the heft of it in comparison to his testicles he
held in his other hand.
<< My God,
you ain’t no man! You have a penis like my pony’s. You have
a bone in yore’ cock. >>
correct, young master. You discovered my double row of teeth as
<< Do they
Sir,— they only recently enslaved me. I wouldn’t let ‘em look
my mouth. They haven’t performed any test on me. If they
do, they’ll find out. I can’t let that happen. I’m praying
you won’t let it happen. >>
right! I won’t. Now I must ask something humiliating of
you, my beast— >>
understand, little master. >>
The giant slowly
turned bent at his waist, reached back with his hands and spread his
butt cheeks. Waco spit on his finger and gently probed the big
ass, but not before he had to spread a couple of layers of fur out of
the way. As he was feeling around he discovered the giant was a
virgin in his hole.
looked over at the slave dealer and smiled. Mr. Tennent’s mouth
was open he was in such awe of Waco’s handling abilities.
<< And if
I wished to find pleasure within this magnificent hole of yours?
<< If you
purchase me, it will become yours, young master. I will teach you
to perform for both our pleasure. >>
his fingers and slapped the big ape-man gently on his butt. The
lummox rose and turned around.
is but one other task, salve. >>
The giant fell
to his knees and started undoing the young cowboy’s Wranglers before
him. He allowed them to drop to his boot tops and looked up into
Waco’s gentle eyes. Waco smiled, put his hand to the giant’s ugly
face and nodded his head slightly. The lummox took the boy
completely in his huge maw of a mouth, including his balls. Waco
didn’t have a small dick for a boy his age either. He was going
to be very much his cowboy dad’s son. It had to be the most
exciting and sensual thing Waco ever felt.
<< Ah, my
wonderful giant, you feel so good. We have performed well for our
audience. You don’t have to get me off this afternoon. >>
young master, your flavor is so good. Would you deny the lummox
who will serve you faithfully the rest of your life his first taste of
could I say ‘no’ to you, my beast? I’m within a hair’s breath of
coming. Oh, God! I’m there, lummox! Take me, my
The two men
watched in awe as Waco’s back arched upward to the giant’s mouth and
let out a yell as he came again and again. The dealer started to
rush to Waco’s aid, but his dad caught him by the arm and held him.
“It’s all right,
Mr. Tennent, I know my boy. He’s in no danger.”
cleaned his young master well, lifted his Wranglers, gently returned
his penis to his pants, buttoned him up and secured his belt
buckle. Waco’s dad didn’t even have to ask his son, he simply
turned to the dealer.
“How much for
the giant, Mr. Tennent?”
haven’t really set a price. A huge man like him should be capable
of a lot of hard labor; however, you’re a good customer, Mr. Goodnight,
and see’n as how it’s for yore’ boy, I can let him go for fifty
“You would never
get fifty thousand for an untrained beast like him, Mr. Tennent, and
you know it. I’ll
give you thirty-five and we'll take him off your hands today.”
“You don’t want
him, circumcised, branded or ringed? We’ll be happy to do it for
that price. A slave that big should at least have a nose ring,
Charlied addressed Waco.
brands. If I decide he’s to have rings, I’ll install them
myself. He will not be cut either. He is to remain just as
“What about an
implant?” The dealer asked.
“He will never
leave a master who takes good care of him and whom he loves.”
Waco quietly looking deep within his slave’s eyes.
“Do you have any
clothes for him, Mr. Tennent?” Charlie Goodnight asked.
He was brought in that way.”
“He don’t need
no clothes, Dad. He won’t be wearing any clothes unless we have
to go out in public. We can get those later. Besides, I
have special clothes in mind for my slave. Come, lummox, you’ll
be coming home with me. From this day forth you will no longer be
thought of as clumsy; however, in my heart you will always remain
my "lummox." You will be my slave and companion, my strong
right arm, you will be known as "Lummy" my giant ox-man.”
Waco offered his
hand to his new slave. Ox smiled at him and took his much smaller
hand and followed his new, young master from his cell.
End Chapter 1 ~ Waco's Lummox
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