WACO’S
LUMMOX
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
13
The next morning
was Saturday. Lazarus had the day off. He still had to
check in with his crew leaders, but Saturday was a laid back day even
for the slaves. It was November first and the slaves were back to
their winter schedule. The days were getting pretty cold and they
had to wear fleece lined jackets. They were up before dawn, but
they were off by early evening.
Lazarus and
Lucas slept in ‘til five o’clock. Lazarus got up to shower and
shave but left Lucas in bed. He told him to sleep for a while
longer and he would get him up for breakfast. He didn’t want
Lucas getting into the shower until after his bandages were removed,
and he had a healing session with the Kryscellians.
Lazarus got him
dressed, and they headed to the big house to have breakfast.
“I’m gonna’ get
to eat real food, Father?”
“Why, yes,
Son. What did they feed Caleb?”
“Mostly slave
chow, but once in a while one of my older brothers would slip me
something they smuggled from the supper table. Joshia, the
oldest, was the best to me, but he still hurt me sometime and made me
suck him off.”
“Sometimes
you’ll eat regular food, but other times I’ll expect you to eat slave
chow. I eat slave chow and a biscuit ever’ day for lunch.
It’s good for you, and it controls your weight. You eat too much
freeman food, and it’s hard on your system. So you and I will eat
slave chow at least once a day. Besides it saves our boss money
‘cause he don’t have to provide us with a noon day meal.”
The men were
greeted by everyone. Lucas was going to go through the ritual
with Waco and Master Charlie, but Waco told him he didn’t have to when
he came for breakfast or supper in the commons room. He explained
he and his dad were not real strict on that particular protocol unless
it was a social function. He would know or Waco would remind
him. He’d soon get the hang of it. They sat down to a
wonderful breakfast. It was the best food Lucas ate in a long
time. Lucas was impressed Master Waco’s slaves ate with him and
one of the cowboy-slaves he admired named Hank ate that morning with
them.
Lazarus told
Charlie his plans for the day and asked if he had anything special for
him to do. Charlie didn’t have anything, and told him to take the
rest of the day off. Lazarus talked with Hank over breakfast and
told him what he wanted the men to do for the day. Hank would
tell Curley what was discussed for the day, so Lazarus was free to
spend the day with Lucas. He planned to take him to sickbay on
the ship the first thing. He had some other business to attend to
on the ship.
When Lazarus and
Lucas arrived at the ship they were met by Cable, David and Jonathan
who were all concerned about Lucas and how he felt. Lucas had a
hug and kiss for each of his brothers assuring them he was fine.
Their father brought him for a healing session with the
Kryscells. They quickly got him undressed as Lazarus contacted
the Kryscellians to ask if they would be so gracious to help Lucas one
more time. They, of course, knew what happened the previous
evening from Lucas’ mind. Lazarus never saw anyone who had the
communication skills with the Kryscells like Lucas other than Ox and
Ping.
They couldn’t
wait to see Lucas again to help him. They were more anxious than
Lazarus ever remembered them. Cable checked Lucas out and was
satisfied his shoulder wound wasn’t infected and seemed to be starting
the process of healing. He knew after an hour with the
Kryscellians there would hardly be a bruise left.
David and
Jonathan took him into Ox’s stateroom on the anti-grav Gurney and
positioned him in front of the Kryscells. They asked if he wanted
them to stay to keep him company, but Lucas assured them he wouldn't
be lonely. He had much to tell and discuss with his friends.
The android men
left the room. Lucas lay back and closed his eyes. He
immediately could see all the Kryscells in his mind. He bowed
stately to them mentally and thanked them for allowing him to come
before them again. He told them it was a great honor.
<< It is a
great honor to have such a fine young hero come before us, Lucas.
We were there with you and experienced everything you did, even the
pain. Several lost their light for a few minutes it was so
traumatic for them. We did not want you hurt, but you made the
right decision. >>
They sang softly
to him as their healing rays began to pierce his body like tiny needles
of ecstacy. The more they sang the greater the penetration, the
greater the ecstacy. Lucas could feel the wound on his shoulder
starting to move about and knew it was beginning to mend. Lucas
sang back to them calling each by name in his song of thanks and praise
to them.
<< My
Father does not know you have healed my mind as well as my body.
I don’t think they’re aware of all your capabilities. You have
opened new vistas for me I could’ve never done on my own,— for that I
am grateful. I will have no problem being a good slave for my
Father,— my Master. I’m glad I got another chance to sing with
you. I’ll have to talk with my Father about visiting you on a
regular basis. I know you asked and there’s nothing I would like
more, but I must obey my Master. >>
<< All
will work out fine, young slave. You will see. We will ask
our savior to intercede on your behalf. Now, is there anything we
can teach you while we heal you? >>
<< You’ve
taught me the English language, to read and write, could you teach me
an introduction to mathematics? >>
<< Gladly,
young one. With your memory being enhanced we can give you an
education to a highschool level this morning. Lay back and
concentrate, watch and listen to our songs. We will begin.
>>
When David and
Jonathan came to get Lucas he was completely healed in his
shoulder. He looked even better than he did before. He was
every bit as good looking as his bigger android brothers. David
and Jonathan even commented on his beauty. One thing Lucas
learned from the Kryscellians was modesty and humility. He simply
blushed at their comments. They laughed with him.
“I wish we could
blush, brother.” said Jonathan to David.
“It would be
nice. Look at him. He’s positively glowing, brother.”
David allowed. They laughed again at Lucas’ expense.
All the
improvements in his mind, Lucas kept to himself. He didn’t share
with his Father, because he wanted to surprise him by being the best he
could for him. He made up his mind he wouldn’t hide it from
Lazarus, he just would let him find out as a natural process.
* * * * * * *
Waco, Travis and
Rabbit were now in their first year of secondary school. They had
two years in secondary, then they would become freshmen in
highschool. The three of them chose to go out for football.
With the help of Ox’s milk and eating Charlie Goodnight into the poor
house, the boys had grown bigger and filled out more over the summer
than any of their school mates. Travis was now bigger than his
arch nemesis Tommy Sparks. That didn’t keep Tommy and his cronies
from trying to push Travis around. It only happened
once. Travis called to his Master and slave brother in his mind
and they were by his side in seconds. Tommy Sparks didn’t have a
clue how Travis got them there so fast, but it was a lesson to him and
his friends.
“I always knew
you was a slave lover, Goodnight.” he scoffed at Waco.
“Well,
duh!” Waco spat right back in his face, “Travis is my property,
asshole! I own him! He was a birthday gift to me from
Ranger Gibbons! Of course, I love him! He’s my personal
body slave. Now! Let me make it perfectly clear to you
retards,— you fuck with my slaves, you done fucked with me. I’ll
squash you like the vermin you and your three hoodlums friends
are. If you so much as look the wrong way at Travis or Rabbit, I
will personally whip each one of yore’ ass’s. You got that, you
rotten little juvenile delinquent?”
Tommy Sparks and
his three buddies walked away muttering to each other. Waco was
loud enough he gathered a crowd from all over the school yard.
Afterwards, everyone was patting him on the back and told him he did
the right thing. Tommy and his crew decided Waco Goodnight was
a cowboy they did not want to tangle with. He was already almost
half
again their size. Travis and Rabbit were close behind.
Angus bought the
boys a complete gym set of free weights and Bow Flex technology.
They’d been working out almost every day the last two months of summer,
and they were getting buffed. Of course, Ox's milk acted like
steriods would on a bodybuilder; however, there was absolutely no
bad side effects from lummox milk. Since Rabbit and Travis were
slaves they couldn’t defend themselves against a freeman boy which made
them perfect targets for a cowardly bully like Tommy Sparks.
Other than the protection from their Master, they were almost
helpless,— until, it came to football.
Tommy and his
crew, Delbert Swinson, Paul Throson, and Jimmy Potter, decided they
would go out for football, too. They didn’t like the idea of
having to play along side slaves, but there wasn’t anything they could
do about it. It was strictly enforced equality in the school
system, and the coaches were the strictest of all because, some of
their best player were slave boys. They weren’t about to let the
likes of Tommy Sparks and his boys ruin their chance for a winning
streak. If you wanted to survive as a football coach in a small
town in Texas you made damn sure your team won. It was brutal
competition.
Tommy and his
boys would try to get away with doing something rotten to Travis or
Rabbit. The coaches weren’t stupid men and would see what little
assholes Tommy’s men were. Del, Paul and Jim weren’t as bad as
Tommy, but they went along with his hatred and bullying because they
thought they should. After they singled out Rabbit for one of
their more nasty assaults in scrimmage, the coaches called for one on
one scrimmage for the four of them against Waco.
Waco showed them
no mercy and hurt each boy pretty bad, but he saved the worst for Tommy
Sparks. He hurt him so bad they had to take him to the
hospital. Of course, Tommy’s dad was all over the coaches like a
fly on shit complaining about that ruffian Waco Goodnight hurting his
boy. Why didn’t they do something to stop it, and what did they
plan to do about it? The coaches laughed at him and told him
his precious son and his mates went after and hurt Waco’s slave just as
bad the day before. If his boy can’t stand the heat of the
gridiron take him home and let him suck on his momma’s teat, because
they didn’t want him back. They were out to train a team of men,
not babysit his delinquent bully of a son.
What Tommy’s dad
didn’t know was Charlie and Angus Goodnight were the school’s largest
contributors in the community to the sports department every
year. A large chunk of the coaches’ salaries were paid by
donations from the Goodnight’s Ranches. The coaches were not only
making sure the playing field was level, but their interests were being
protected as well.
After the first
season Tommy lost all interest in football and dropped out, but his
buddies didn’t follow him this time. They wanted to keep
playing. Without his influence, they started to bond with Waco,
Rabbit and Travis. Waco and his men were becoming the big men on
campus and everyone wanted to be apart of their social circle.
Tommy Sparks became a bitter little man. The other boys wouldn’t
go along with his nonsense anymore. The coaches were developing a
strongly coherent, bonded team, and they only seemed to grow stronger
with each year.
The junior
coaching staff coached the secondary teams for two years, then the boys
would graduate into highschool; however, the six boys were beginning to
attract the attention of the senior coaching staff, and they were
chomping at the bit to get their hands on them as freshmen. Waco
led his team to two district victories. Going into their freshmen
year in highschool one more man from the Goodnight ranch was added to
the team.
* * * * * * *
Lazarus was
through with his business on the ship and came to sickbay to get Lucas
to leave the ship with him.
“Would you like
to see more of the ship before we leave, Son?”
“Yes, Father, I
would like that very much.”
“Lazarus took
Lucas on a whirlwind tour of the starship and the boy was overwhelmed
by its size and magnificence. He witnessed technology he could
only imagine. Lazarus showed him the several complete producing
ag farms and ranches on the ship complete with cattle, trees and clouds
in the sky. Lazarus explained it all as miniature eco systems
that not only produced food, but contributed to the fresh oxygen supply
all over the ship. The ship was enormous.
Lazarus even
showed Lucas the bridge and his private Captain’s quarters where David
and Jonathan resided to take care of the Captain when he was on the
ship. They called themselves ‘Captain’s Tigers’ and explained it
was an ancient term used by nautical men the world over and still used
by the Navy and Merchant Marines. A boy or young man who took
care of the Captain and his quarters was called ‘A Captain’s Tiger.’
They had lunch
in the galley and had a fine meal of some beef dish the Captain liked
and Lucas found to his liking. Everything seemed so fresh and
tasted so wonderful, Lucas ate a lot. Lazarus was pleased.
He thought Lucas was underweight. His diet was also being
supplemented by lummox milk. He became as addicted to it as his
brothers.
They left the
ship and spent the afternoon together. Lazarus showed the boy the
foreman’s house and gave him a tour. Lucas was more impressed
with the house than he was the night before. Lazarus saved
showing Lucas his room until last. It wasn’t fancy but it was
pleasant and had a large, comfortable double bed. Lazarus told him
to look in the drawers of the chest and dresser. There Lucas
found several pairs of socks, undershirts, Wranglers and other
accessories. He even found some boxer underwear for going to
church, Lazarus told him. The rest of the time he didn’t have to
wear underwear. Lazarus explained, “Real cowboys don’t
never wear underwear no how.” There were also some shorts and ‘T’
shirts for casual wear.
Lazarus had him
look in the closet and Lucas found six handsome Western shirts and
another pair of Western boots. They were much nicer than the pair
he was wearing and Lazarus told him they were for dress
occasions. Lucas was overwhelmed and sat on the bed and
wept. Lazarus sat next to him, put his arm around him to comfort
him.
“There, there,
Son. H’it’s all right. Being my slave has some
benefits. I don’t want folks thinking I mistreat my slave-boy.”
“I don’t think
they’d ever think that, Father. You’ve been better to me than
anyone ever has. I just hope and pray I can repay you for all
your kindness to me.”
“You will,
Son. Plan on it.” Lazarus smiled at him.
“Do you think
Caleb’s dad will sell his brothers into slavery, Father?”
Lazarus sat and
mused for a long moment.
“If’n I was a
bet’n man, Son,— with his drink’n problem and his farm not doing too
well,— I’d say there’s probably a ninety percent chance he will.
For a man what’s got a monkey on his back like alcohol with little or
no income coming in, he’s gonna’ take the easiest way out and that’s
selling his sons,— one by one. If'n he sells off his labor force
he’s gonna’ make even less money, and he’ll be like a snake try’n to
eat its own tail. The more he eats into his labor force the less
productivity he’s gonna’ have and less income to feed what’s
left. Hell, he might even git his-self a good deal and sell ‘em
all so’s he can continue feeding his monkey. Why do you
ask? Are you concerned about Caleb's brothers?”
Lucas didn’t
answer, he just hung his head.
“Of course you
are. No matter how they treated Caleb or what they done to him,
they’re still his brothers. Caleb can’t even hate his old man who
sold him for dog food because no matter what he done, he’s still his
pa,— right?”
That really got
Lucas sobbing. Lazarus didn’t try to stop him. He knew this
was coming sooner or later.
“I wanna’ hate
them, Father, I really do, but I can’t. What’s wrong with
me? I should want to see them all enslaved and horrible things
happen to them like they done to Caleb, but I can’t wish that on them.”
“It’s simple,
Son. Caleb was hurt enough for both of you, but you ain’t like
them. It hurts to know someone you once loved is being
hurt. It’s like a double edged sword what cuts both ways.
You know if you wish them bad, it will come back to hurt you. So
there ain’t a damn thing wrong with you. You’re the normal one,
they’s the ones what are bad people. They never showed you much
compassion when you was suffering, and that’s the name of the game,
Lucas,— compassion. If a man owns the world and has not
compassion he is as empty as a brass bell without a clapper.
Today, I showed you yore’ name, Lucas Long, formally Caleb Stamper, on
the list of folks to be saved. Caleb’s daddy and his brothers
ain’t on the list; however, according to the rules I done told you
about, that don’t mean they can’t be saved as the slaves of some good
Master,— now, does it?”
“Naw, Sir, I
suppose it don’t. You’ve given some thought to buying my
brothers,
ain’t chu,’ Father?”
Lazarus looked
down and smiled at him. “If’n I’s to say ‘no’ I be a damn liar,
and you’d know in a heartbeat,— wouldn’t chu,’ scamp?”
It was the first
smile Lazarus got out of the boy in a while.
“Yes, Sir,— I
guess I’m jes’ beginning to learn the way you do things. Just
promise me one thing, Father.”
“Can’t say until
I hear what it is, Son.”
“Don’t do it for
me. I have a new life, now. I wanna’ walk away from Caleb
and the past. One a’ the best things you done for me was to
gimme’ a new name and to share yore’ fine name with me. Caleb is
dead and Lucas Long don’t have no brothers other than, Cable, David,
Jonathan, Master Waco, Little Bear, Travis and Master JR. They’s
enough for me.”
“I’ll make you
that promise, Son. If’n I buy them, h’it'll be for me and Master
Charlie or Master Angus. H’it won’t be for you. If I should
buy them, I don’t never want you revealing to them who you was.”
“I promise,
Father, I won’t.”
* * * * * * *
Waco came to the
front door of the house and knocked. Lazarus yelled down the
stairs for them to come in. “Come on up, Son. We’re up
here.”
It sounded like
a herd of buffalo clomping up the stairs. Lazarus smiled and
winked at Lucas. He threw Lucas his bandana, and he wiped his
tears away. Waco and his posse came into the room followed by
their guardian, Ox.
“Is this your
room, bro?” Waco asked. Lucas smiled and nodded.
“Nice room,
brother.” Travis, JR, and Little Bear agreed. Ox smiled and
nodded his big head, he liked it, too.
“Master Long, us
men was wonder’n if you’d let Lucas join us in a game of flag
football. We need one more man for two teams. We got us
four of the younger slaves who wanna’ play and we’d love to have Lucas
join us if’n he’s recovered enough.”
“I think he
is. How ‘bout it, Son? You wanna’ play football with your
brothers? I gotta’ see about some things around the ranch, and we
can see each other for supper afterwards.”
“If’n you don’t
mind, Sir, I’d enjoy that.”
“Go on
ahead. You boys be careful.”
“We will, Mr.
Long. Thanks,— c’mon, brother. We’ll go toss a few before
we get started.” said Waco.
The boys clomped
back down the stairs followed by their lummox. Ox smiled and
winked at Lazarus on his way out the door.
Charlie and
Lazarus sat out on the porch drinking iced tea like country gentlemen
and watched one hell of a football game in the compound. Sooner
or later all the slaves drifted into the compound to watch and cheer
the boys on. Lucas and Travis were on one team against Waco and
Little Bear.
The men couldn’t
believe their eyes. Lucas was a gifted young athlete and was just
about equal to Waco as a quarterback. He caught on to the game
quickly and after several plays looked like a seasoned quarterback in
the Cotton Bowl. Travis was his receiver and Lucas could nail him
anywhere in the compound. What Waco thought was going to be an
easy game had him digging deep to keep up with Lucas. Waco and
his team were leading until the final few minutes of the game and Lucas
and Travis tied the score. The slaves were going nuts and Charlie
and Lazarus were jumping up and down. Ida and Hank came out to
the porch to watch and Hank stayed. JR was playing his best,
too. He was on Lucas and Travis’ team.
Charlie yelled
to them to make one more play and call it quits. Waco’s team was
in control of the ball. They snapped the ball and Waco faked a
handoff to Little Bear, faded back and passed to one of the cowboy
slaves who was in the clear. Out of nowhere Lucas flew in front
of the slave and intercepted the pass and started running for the
opposite goal. The men were going crazy yelling for him to go all
the way, but Waco managed to grab his flag just before he got across
the goal line. They settled for a tie game. They were all
over each other hugging and kissing, patting each other on the back and
complimenting one another on a fine game.
“Guess I’m
gonna’ have’ta’ git him a supporter and a pair of gym shoes.” allowed
Lazarus in mock disgust, “If’n he weren’t wearing them damn cowboy
boots and had better traction, he’d a’ made that run.”
“E’aup, Father,—
I guess you will.” Charlie said drolly, then roared with laughter and
slapped Lazarus on
the back.
* * * * * * *
That night at
the supper table the talk was all about the football game and how much
Waco, Travis and Little Bear wished Lucas was going to school with them
and playing on the team. They asked Lazarus if there was a chance.
“We’ll have to
see. I don’t see him starting school before next fall; however,
you men gotta’ convince him he should go to school with you. He’s
worried he might not fit in. He told me the other evening he
didn’t wanna’ go to school. I think with a year’s worth of
tutoring he might be able to attend school next fall. It’s up to
you men to talk him into it. I ain’t gonna’ push him.
H’it’s his decision. I already done told him he could go.”
Poor
Lucas. He was bombarded with pleas for going to school with his
brothers. Charlie laughed his ass off and told Lazarus he never
heard the word ‘brother’ tossed around so much as that night. As
Lazarus and Lucas walked back to their house for the night, Lazarus put
his arm around Lucas’ shoulder again. Lucas leaned into him.
“‘At was a fine
play you made at the last, Son. Proud of ya.’” Lazarus said
quietly.
“I was playing
for you, Father. I wanted you to be proud of me. Ain’t
never wanted nobody to be proud of me before, but it’s important to me
for you to be.”
“Well, I
am. So are your brothers and Master Charlie. What chu’ got
in yore’ hand there?”
“Master Waco had
a bunch of books in his room. I asked him if’n I could borrow a
couple to read. He said to take what I wanted, so I took two.”
“What are they?”
“One’s ‘The
Adventures Of Tom Sawyer,’ and the other is ‘The Adventures Of
Huckleberry Finn.’ Both by the same author named Mark Twain.
You should enjoy
them. I know I did.
“You read ‘em,
Father?”
“Shore’
have. Love ‘em both. They’s fine books and good
reading. Mark Twain’s real name was Samuel Clemens. Mark
Twain was his pen name.
“You must know
an awful lot having lived so long.”
“I guess I know
a fair amount. H’it ain’t what I know what’s important, h’it’s
what I’ve forgotten what worries me.” Lazarus chuckled.
They reached the
house and went upstairs.
“We better get
into the shower before we go to bed. You bunk’n it in with me
again tonight, boy?” Lazarus asked him.
“I don’t think
I’ll be afraid tonight, Father.” Lucas said quietly.
“What if I git
afraid?” Lazarus grinned at him.
“I wouldn’t want
that.” Lucas smiled at him, “I’ll be happy to bunk it in with you, Sir.”
“Good.
Maybe one more night, and I can make it on my own.” Lazarus
bull-shitted the boy.
Lucas laughed at
him. “The Captain of a starship afraid to sleep by himself,— I don’t
think so, Master.”
“Oh, you don’t,
huh? Even starship Captains can be afraid sometimes. In
this case, I’m jes’ afraid of waking up and finding you not there.”
“I love you,
too, Father.” Lucas said softly.
“Good.
Then it’s time you learned to take care of your Master in the shower.”
Lucas wasn’t the
least bit shy getting into the shower with his Master. Lazarus
decided the best way to show Lucas how to tend him in the shower was to
take care of Lucas first. He showed Lucas how to gently skin back
his foreskin and clean it thoroughly.
“You always
wanna’ keep yourself clean. The one drawback to having a foreskin
is it’s where a man develops much of his musky male odors. You
want some, but you don’t want it to be overpowering. Therefore,
always clean yourself before you offer yourself to anyone.” Lucas
listened intently, but thought he was going to climax at Lazarus’
gentle cleaning of his penis.
Lazarus cleaned
his ass crack and got the cloth up into his hole a little ways.
It was terribly sensual to Lucas and he groaned.
“You sure you
want me to do that to you, Father?”
“I’m sure.
I’m showing you exactly how I want you to clean me.”
Lucas took a
clean cloth and started in on Lazarus once he rinsed off all the soap
from his body. He took his time and did a good job. He kept
a roaring hard-on the whole time he was bathing Lazarus. His
‘father’ had a magnificent body for a man his age and Lucas found
himself becoming more and more attracted to him.
“I think I’m
gonna’ have to take care of that problem for you this evening. I
think it’s time your father takes you.”
Lucas didn’t
comment, but his new, improved penis just got harder. When he was
finished and Lazarus rinsed all the soap from his body, they got out of
the shower. Lucas grabbed a large towel and began to dry his
Master. He didn’t need any instructions on how to dry Lazarus,
and he did a first rate job of it. He marveled at how much
Lazarus’ penis looked like his and planted a quick kiss on the head of
his dick in passing. Lazarus didn’t say anything but just
smiled. It was innocent enough, but it spoke volumes to him.
Lazarus allowed
Lucas to dry himself, and he went off to his bedroom. Lucas
joined him in a few minutes and turned the bed down for them.
They crawled into bed, Lazarus took Lucas into his arms and kissed him
gently on the mouth. Without any foreplay Lazarus threw back the
covers and took Lucas in his mouth. He sucked on him for a while
then skinned back his foreskin and went down on him again. That’s
all it took and Lucas groaned deeply as he shot the biggest load he
ever experienced. Lucas came so quickly and fully, Lazarus had to
gulp it down. He managed to swallow every bit, and noticed the
sweet after taste of Lucas’ come.
“Oh, Father,
thank you. That was wonderful, Sir. I appreciated it.
Having a foreskin makes all the difference in the world to the
sensitivity of a man’s dick. Thank you for my foreskin.
It’s such a wonderful thing. I’m more than willing to take you,
Father.”
“No, not until
your sixteenth birthday, then you may take me. Until then, if you
want to experience sex, I can always arranged for Master Waco to take
care of you; however, I won’t unless you want me to. If you ain’t
never been fucked, Master Waco is a thoughtful and caring sex
partner. He has a good size dick for a young man his age, but
he’s gentle and considerate with virgins. Talk with his slaves
about him if you have any doubts. A slave will never lie to
another slave. Or I can have Master Hoot train you sexually as
part of your training.”
“Are you giving
me a choice, Father,— either, or?” Lucas asked.
“Not really, you
need to be trained to become a good sex partner for your Master when
you come of age, but h’it don’t mean you can’t be trained well before
hand. Bobby Jessup trained Travis before he was given to Waco as
a birthday present this last June so he could hit the ground running
with his new Master should Waco want to take him. Travis was
Waco’s first partner.”
“Mr. Jessup
trained his own son? Wow, that’s hot, Father. Mr. Jessup’s
a good looking man. I wouldn’t mind being trained by him.”
“It can easily
be arranged, Son.”
“But then again,
there’s jes’ some’um about Master Hoot that sort of scrambles my
insides, if’n ya’ know what I mean, Father.” Lucas laughed.
“I’ll let you
think on it. We can be flexible with that.”
The men went to
sleep and rested well that night. Lazarus spooned Lucas all night
and held him close. He wondered a couple of times if he was going
to be able to give him up. The boy felt so right next to
him. He was glad he decided to follow Hoot Austin’s advice and
wait until after the first of the year to have Lucas trained.
They spent Sunday night together, as well. It was like they were
getting into a comfortable routine even though Lucas hadn’t been
trained. The boy seemed to pick up on things naturally and was
right there when his Master needed him.
Sunday was a day
of rest at the ranch; however, this was the one Sunday of the month
Charlie took his family to church. Lazarus decided to go along
and take his new slave. At most of the rabid right wing churches
slaves sat separately from the freemen; however, in Charlie and Angus
Episcopal church the slaves sat with or just behind their Master’s
family. Personal body slaves always sat with their Master’s
family. Travis, Little Bear and Ox always sat right beside Master
Waco. Waco wouldn’t have it any other way. Charlie,
Angus and Waco were the type men if the church was segregated they
would still sit with their slaves.
Lucas sat beside
his Master. He was horrified to see his ex-dad come in all
cleaned up in his best cowboy clothes, with a recently widowed
woman on his arm he was dating. He walked right by his own son
and didn’t
recognize him. Lazarus was as shocked and surprised as
Lucas. He leaned over and whispered to the boy,
“Are you all
right? Do you wanna’ leave, Son?”
“No, Master
Long. I’m not afraid. I’m no longer his son,— I’m your
devoted slave, Master. I have no father other than you,
Sir.” Lucas said softly.
“Glad to hear
it, boy. Just remember, yore’ father loves you.” Lazarus
slipped his hand into Lucas.’
Lazarus caught
the old man looking over at Lucas several times in admiration. He
couldn’t seem to take his eyes off the handsome young man who was
sitting next to the tall, fine looking cowboy he heard was the new
ramrod of the Goodnight Ranch. The men looked so much alike, he
thought surely Lazarus and Lucas must be father and son.
* * * * * * *
Sunday afternoon
was the scene of another hell raising football game. This time
they decided Lucas and Little Bear would be on the same team. JR
wanted to remain on Lucas’ team, and Lucas was glad to have him.
He was smaller than the other men, but he was fast and slippery.
Lucas took advantage of his speed. He organized his men to form a
wedge and plowed right down the middle of Waco and his men with JR
carrying the ball. He made it in the clear and everyone was
yelling and stomping their boots for him to go all the way. He
made the first touchdown of the game and tried to do a little victory
dance in celebration, which turned out to look more like a cross
between a chicken dance and a duck waddle, but it was done with such
wild abandon and enthusiasm he had everyone rolling on the ground
laughing
with him. Hank was beside himself. Lazarus and Charlie were
patting him on the back and congratulating him.
That afternoon
Waco and Travis’ team won by one touchdown, but it was a hard won
game. Lucas and his men didn’t just give it to them. It was
a battle right down to the final minutes of the game. Charlie
allowed the games in their compound were more entertaining and
interesting than professional sports. Hank and Lazarus had to
agree with him. The next weekend Lazarus and Lucas rode into the
small town with Charlie, Waco and his men, and Lazarus bought Lucas an
athletic supporter with a cup and some sturdy athletic shoes.
Charlie laughed at him, but couldn’t help admire Lazarus. As
stern as he could sometimes seem be, Lazarus had a soft heart when it
came to
those he loved, and there was no doubt in anyone’s mind he had fallen
in love with Lucas.
After that
Sunday evening Lazarus and Lucas slept separately; however, on a Friday
or Saturday night Lazarus would insist his slave sleep with him.
Lucas was always happy to oblige. He enjoyed their time
together as much as Lazarus. When they stayed
apart Lazarus would wake up late in the night and see a light shining
from Lucas’ room. He would tiptoe to look in on the boy
and find him with his back to the door at his desk reading. This
went on night after night and Lazarus was aware of books being returned
to Waco and more books being borrowed. Lazarus was concerned
Lucas staying up late would affect his work and responsibilities he
already began to do.
Unprompted by
Lazarus, Lucas began getting up early to help Ida Mae in the
kitchen. He worked for her and picked her brain at the same
time. He wanted to know what he should do to take care of his
Master. Ida Mae was so impressed with Lucas and his work ethic
she gave him all sorts of helpful tips and suggestions. She also
loved his help in the kitchen and came to depend on him. He was a
life saver to her over the holidays, and she couldn’t hug and thank him
enough.
He set up a
routine of stripping Lazarus’ and his beds every Monday morning.
Ida Mae taught him how to use the washer and dryer, what temperature
settings to use for what he was washing, and whether or not to
use bleach. She taught him the difference between bleachable
whites, whites
which took an organic bleach and colors. Lucas made copious
notes in an old spiral notebook Ida Mae got him from some of JR’s old
school supplies he wasn’t using any more. He didn’t try to
work himself to death. He set certain goals and gave himself
ample time to get them done. Ida took care of the foreman’s house
for several years and knew what needed to be done and when. She
was a fount of information about how to get something done in the least
amount of time and still do a good job. As long as Lucas was
working while Lazarus was at work and keeping the house in good order,
he didn’t much care what the boy did on his off time.
Lucas was
keeping their clothes washed, folded and put away. Lazarus’
Western shirts were hung in his closet with care. His several
pair of boots never looked better, and the boy accomplished all this on
his own in a couple of weeks. Lazarus was impressed, but even
more so that Lucas didn’t seem to be overly concerned about
praise. He just saw it as his duty to repay his Master for his
kindness to him. He wanted to make Lazarus' life as easy and as
good
as possible for him.
* * * * * * *
Thanksgiving
came and it was Charlie’s turn to host the annual Goodnight Ranches
Thanksgiving feast. Angus, his family and all their slaves
were invited, along with their two brothers and their families who
always came to the holiday bashes. They saw it as their duty to
visit their brothers over the holidays. Of course, Charlie and
Angus footed the bill for the food and drink. Ida Mae hired a
couple of extra women from the community to help her prepare food, and
Angus and his family brought as much and sometimes more than Charlie’s
kitchen produced. Ida Mae and her staff prepared four large tom
turkeys and four hams. Angus brought at least that many turkeys
and hams.
It had overgrown
just the Goodnight family and now included Ranger Gibbons, his
slave-foreman and wife and Ranger’s slaves. It now included
Cotton Daniels and Hoot Austin and a couple of their buddies. Charlie and
Angus invited the sheriff and his family this year, and he readily
accepted. Charlie invited the football coaches and their families
and they accepted. He also invited several of the sheriff’s
deputies who were not on duty and their families. Final count was
close to a hundred and fifty people attended.
It was a great
day and a good time was had by all. Ida Mae finally had to throw
Lucas out of her kitchen. The boy was there well before the sun
was up pealing, slicing, dicing and cleaning up after himself, Ida
Mae and her staff. A dirty pot or bowl he would whisk away for
cleaning to the
big stainless steel metal sink on the back porch that had an overhead
spray to more easily clean and rinse huge pots and pans. Lucas
single handedly fixed breakfast for Master Charlie’s household, himself
and his own Master. He never said a word until Ida Mae stormed
out of the kitchen, and the men thanked her for breakfast.
“Don’t thank
me! Thank Master Long’s young slave. You men wouldn’t be
eating no breakfast if’n it weren’t for him. He done the whole
thing by himself. Thank you, Lucas for your dedication and
help. I
couldn’t a done it without you, Son.” Ida leaned over and gave
Lucas a peck on his cheek.
The men
applauded a blushing Lucas. Lazarus beamed.
“How many of
Master Waco’s books have you read, Son?” Lazarus asked him at
breakfast.
“I don’t
remember, Master.” Lucas replied. He really didn’t.
“I do.” piped up
Waco, “He’s borrowed sixteen of my books and returned everyone
within a day or so afterward. I thought it was because he
didn’t like ‘em, but that weren’t it. He’s read’n ‘em all
right. Don’t ask me how I know,— I jes’ do.”
“Are you
enjoying them, Son?”
“Yes, Sir.
I tell the Kryscellians about what I’m reading. They love to hear
about the stories in the books, then they teach me stuff in return.”
“Like what,
Lucas?” Lazarus inquired.
“Math and
science. Things I couldn’t understand from jes’ reading.”
“I wondered why
you’re still going to see them. I know you don’t need more
healing. Cable checked you out and you’re doing fine. Ox
said you’re fit as a fiddle. He told me the Kryscellians asked
for you to visit, that’s why I okay’d it. They’ve done so much
for us, I can’t deny them seeing you a couple of times a week.”
“Thanks, Master
Long. I appreciate it. I always feel better after I’ve sung
to them about what I’ve learned. They seem to enjoy it so much.”
* * * * * * *
It was a
memorable day in more than one way. With his brother’s
wholehearted approval, Angus made an arrangement with the sheriff and
his family to bring a surprise guest to the Thanksgiving
festivities. No one was the wiser but Angus, Charlie, Waco and
Lazarus. When the sheriff’s ranch van pulled up and stopped it
was mobbed by Waco and the boys including Lucas who had a big hug and a
kiss for the sheriff. The windows of the van were darkly tinted
and you couldn’t see people inside until they began to get out.
The sheriff spoke directly to Little Bear.
“Come here a
second, Son. I have a surprised for you.” Little Bear had
no idea what to expect as the sheriff pulled the lever and opened the
side compartment door. Sitting there, big as life, was
Little Bear’s granddad. The old man couldn’t get out of the van
fast enough to suit his grandson. They were in each others' arms
hugging and kissing one another. The old man swore he would be
strong for his grandson and wouldn’t shed a tear. He
failed. He cried as much as Little Bear. Everyone was moved
to tears to see two men who loved each other so much be reunited.
Little Bear turned to the sheriff.
“Thank you,
Sir. You don’t know what this means to me to see my grandfather’s
wonderful face again. You’re a generous and kind man, Sheriff
Lassiter.”
“I's jes’ the
delivery man, Son. You got two other fine men to thank for your
surprise, Master Charlie and Master Angus.”
Little Bear fell
to his knees in front of Master Angus and asked permission to pay
homage to his boots. After he thanked Angus and performed the
ritual with him he moved to Master Charlie and then his own Master to
thank him. He imagined Waco had a hand in this as well. He
was right. His grandfather watched all this and was proud of his
grandson he knew how to be a good slave and thank his Masters for being
kind to him. He had much to tell his grandson, and they had all
day to be together. The old man was pleased everyone was calling
his grandson ‘Little Bear.’ Little Bear didn’t leave his
grandfather’s side all day except to play football later in the
afternoon.
* * * * * * *
And what a
football game it was. There were more men who wanted to play than
they had room for. Any number of the younger slaves wanted to
play. Cotton and Hoot wanted to play. There was almost too
many; however, the coaches felt those extra could be run in to replace
those who needed a break. Naturally they brought their whistles
with them. Any coach worth his salt always has a spare whistle,—
just in
case. The boys insisted Waco and Lucas couldn’t be on the same
team because they’d run all over everyone else, and it wouldn’t be as
much fun. The coaches were interested to see what this new kid
could do. Lucas didn’t let them down. It was like he could
do no wrong. His last two games only seemed to make him stronger
and
more knowledgeable of the game.
Waco was no
slouch. He kept up with Lucas play for play and worked his ass
off for his team. Little Bear and JR teamed up with Lucas, and
Travis was Waco’s right hand man. There were some big men who
played guards. Shane and Bill Birdsall were on opposite
teams. Bill was on Lucas’ team and Shane was on his
nephew’s. Younger slave’s from all three ranches were
equally divided. Now and then, the coaches would run someone in
to replace another man so everyone got a chance to play; however, the
quarterbacks, Waco and Lucas, played the whole game.
It was like
Lucas and Little Bear couldn't make a mistake and Lucas bombed him
every damn
time. The coaches eyes were popping at these kids who were little
more than twelve years old handling a ball like pros. The game
came down to the final few minutes and the game was tied. Lucas’
team had control of the ball on Waco’s team’s one yard line. You
could’ve cut the tension with a knife. Charlie thought Lazarus
was going to have a heart attack. Lucas got his men in a huddle.
“I been saving
the best for last. It’s sure fire, men, and it will win us the
game.” Lucas looked at JR and grinned real big. “You ready,
little brother?”
“I am so ready,
brother Lucas!”
Here’s the play,
gentlemen,— .” And Lucas went on to explain to the
men. They knew it would work.
The men got on
the scrimmage line and Lucas counted off the hike. Lucas got the
ball, turned and faked like he was going to run toward the back for a
pass. He did, all right, but JR was moving toward him. They
almost collided, turned and continued on their way. Unseen by the
other team, Lucas passed
the ball off to JR, and he was hiding it under his sweat shirt.
No
one knew where the
ball was. Bill Birdsall and one of the huge slaves picked JR up
by the seat of his pants and tossed him over the goal line into the
waiting arms of one of Lucas’ linemen. The huge lineman caught
him and the touchdown was made. Everyone went nuts, but some on
Waco’s team cried foul. The coaches ruled
there was no foul. Lucas’ team won fair and square. Then
there was mayhem as Waco and his men accepted defeat graciously.
They were just outplayed and outsmarted. Waco came over, hugged
and kissed Lucas right on the mouth. Lucas didn’t hold back from
him either.
“Sorry,
brother.” Lucas offered with a sly grin.
“Don’t be, we’ll
stomp yore’ butts next time. One day we’ll be on the same
team, brother, and we won’t be stopped. We’ll go all the way,
together.”
“I hope so,
Master Waco.” agreed Lucas.
Everyone was all
over the boys. Even old stoic Lazarus couldn’t help grab Lucas up
for a hug and a big kiss.
“Proud of you,
boy, in more ways than one. You played a damn good game.”
The coaches
walked up to Lazarus, shook his hand and complimented Lucas on a
game well played. They wanted to know where he learned to play
like that?
“I ain’t been
play’n that long, Sirs. I jes’ sort a picked it up as I went
along.”
“Why ain’t
chore’ boy in school, Mr. Long?”
“We didn’t have
time to get
him ready academically for this year. He ain't never been to
school
before, but we’re working on catching him up. It may be another
year or so before he catches up; however, when he does, and if’n he
wants to go, I told him he could.”
“We’d shore’
like to see him on our team, Sir. With talent like his and Waco’s
combined, no one could touch them boys.”
“I ain’t against
it, gentlemen. I told his brothers it would be up to them to talk
him into it. I think he might wanna’ start as a freshman in
highschool. That’ll give him a year and a half to catch up with
his schoolmates academically.”
“Of course we’d
like to git our hands on him as soon as possible, but we understand the
boy would have to be academically sound to play. We’ll leave it
up to your and his best judgement. In the meantime, he’s always
welcome to come scrimmage with us. Can’t hurt the kid to learn a
little football as he’s learn’n the other stuff.”
“Thanks, Coach
Davis, we’ll keep that in mind, Sir.”
Hank and Ida Mae
were all over JR for having made the winning touchdown. Charlie
was lavish in his praise for JR and Waco. He told his son there's
no shame in losing a hard fought game. He was proud of Waco
and JR for their sportsmanship.
The coaches got
to be regulars at both Goodnight Ranches because they knew there was
always going to be an impromptu cow-lot football game played during the
afternoon. Many were better than the one’s on the T.V.
* * * * * * *
Little Bear got
Lazarus off to the side for a minute.
“Master Long,
can I tell my granddad about the shot you gimme,’ Sir?”
“I appreciate
you asking, Son. I don’t see why not. Yore’ granddaddy and
his brother are on my list. Two of your uncles and their families
are on the list, but I’m sorry, Son, yore’ daddy ain’t on the list of
folks to save; however, you never know. It might change. Do
you think the old man would let me give him the shot?”
“I don’t know,
Master Long. I can only try to reason with him. Will it
keep him about the same age he is now?”
“With the
elderly, the shot works a little different. It will somewhat
reverse the aging process until he becomes like he was in his
mid-forties or fifties. It depends on how old he is now. It
will considerably improve his physical stamina, and he will have more
energy and sexual vigor. He’ll become like a middle-aged buffalo
again.” Lazarus winked at Little Bear.
“Oh, Lord,
Master Long, ain’t nothing wrong with my grandpa sexually. He
jes’ bought his-self two young squaws who say he’s about to wear
them out.” Lazarus and Little Bear shared a laugh.
“Good!
Then he can buy two more to replace ‘em.” Lazarus allowed. The men
shared a laugh.
* * * * * * *
Little Bear
talked with his granddad in private.
“Honored
grandfather. Do you remember telling me the story of the star
people who will one day come to Earth and take away those who are
worthy?”
“Yes, my
Son. It is true, they will come, but I don’t think they will come
in my day,— perhaps you will live to see them.”
“Do you believe
I will always honor you by telling you the truth, grandfather?”
“I know in my
heart, you will only tell me the truth, Son.”
“Grandfather,
they are here, now,— today. They have come to live among us for a
while until the time is right, and then they will take us away.
You were right, grandfather. The star people have come for
us. I have been aboard one of their ships and visited the planets
Mars and Venus. I have been given a vaccination against aging
that will allow me to live several thousand years, grandfather. I
want you to take the shot, so you can survive along with me. Your
brother will be chosen as well. My two uncles will be chosen, but
unfortunately, not my dad. If you take the shot it will somewhat
reverse your aging process until you will be a man in your late
forties to early fifties. Please, grandfather, I can
arrange for you to have the shot this afternoon before you leave, and
then when the time comes, we will be together again.”
“What you say is
remarkable, and coming from anyone else, Little Bear, I would scoff at
them; but, I have watched you carefully today and have only seen
happiness and contentment in your soul. I don’t think you would
play a cruel joke on your old granddad to promise him more life at a
younger age. Can you take me to meet this ‘star man’ you speak
of?”
“Absolutely,
grandfather.” Little Bear hailed Lazarus, and he came over.
“Grandfather, I think you met Master Long before. Captain Long
this is my grandfather, Chief Tin Penny, whom I’ve told you
about. He wanted to meet the Captain of the ship I described to
him.”
“We’ve heard
great things about you, Chief Tin Penny. It is an honor to meet
you again in a bit different circumstances. What your grandson
told you is true, and it would be my privilege and a great honor to
provide you with the longevity serum that will prolong your life
considerably so that you may witness many grandchildren,
great-grandchildren and more. We know it works. My Godson
over there, the huge man who is Master Waco’s slave is several
hundred
years old. I gave him the serum when he was a child.”
“Then you must
be many years yourself, Captain.”
“I am, great
Chief,— I’m over two thousand years old.”
“May I see your
ship, Captain Long?”
“Of course you
may, if you come with Little Bear and me, we’ll be happy to take you
there. It will only take a few minutes.”
The old man got
up and followed Lazarus with his grandson on his arm. They headed
down to the old barn. The sheriff caught up with them and asked
if he might join them.
“Shore,’ Sheriff
Lassiter. Glad to have you along.”
The old man
didn’t know what to think walking into the old barn and behind the
bales of hay. Lazarus showed him the remote he pulled from his
pocket and pressed a button. The portal sprang up, and the old
man jumped. Little Bear held on to his granddad tightly and
encouraged him.
“It’s simply a
door to my ship, Chief Tin Penny. Sheriff, you wanna’ go through
first to show him there is nothing to fear.”
“Glad to,
Captain Long.” The sheriff disappeared through the portal.
“Come,
grandfather, we will go together. I’ve been through this portal
fifty times or more. It tickles a little like static electricity
on a cloudy day.”
“The old man
walked through with his grandson into another world it seemed to
him. There were three beautiful men wearing no clothes.
They walked around nude like the braves of old, proud of themselves and
their bodies. They were not the least uncomfortable with their
appearance and because of their lack of modesty they made you
comfortable to be around them. The old Chief found it quite
refreshing. They were so handsome and perfect they made the old
man’s penis stir in his breach. The sheriff seemed to be
comfortable with them and his grandson spoke to the beautiful men.
“Mr. Cable,
David, and Jonathan, I’d like you to meet my honored grandfather, Chief
Tin Penny.”
“The men took
his hand one by one, shook it and bowed to him.”
“It is, indeed,
a great honor to have you aboard our ship, great Chief. We love
and care for your grandson deeply, Sir. He has become a close
member of our family.”
“Cable, would
you prepare a shot of the longevity serum for Chief Tin Penny?”
“At once,
Father.” Cable responded and was away to a cabinet to get the
supplies.
“We’ll have to
ask you to drop your breach, Chief, so Cable might give it to you in
your butt.”
The old man
didn’t blink an eye, undid his breach and let it drop. For an old
man he was still in great shape, and he was a fine looking red
man. Lazarus could see where Little Bear got his good
looks. Cable quickly gave the old man his shot and wiped it with
alcohol. Little Bear helped his granddad with his breach, and the
old man thanked Lazarus and the sheriff. Lazarus gave him and the
sheriff a brief tour of the ship. He hadn’t shown the sheriff
much of the ship on Halloween night. Too many other things were
happening. The old man and the sheriff were both in awe of the
size and scope of the ship. The old man was almost in tears.
“I knew when my
grandson told me the star people were here, it was true. Now I
have seen the truth with my own eyes and will look forward to the day
we escape this world. It is getting worse by the day,
gentlemen. How long, Captain Long?”
“Not for a while
yet, Chief. Perhaps ten years, maybe a couple more. It will
depend. Until then, there’s a lot of work to be done and a lot of
good folks to be brought onboard. We will need to see your
brother and his family, and two of your sons and their families.”
“Little Bear
already gave me the bad news about his father. I’m as sorry as he
is, but there’s nothing we can do about it. I only allow him to
see him now because my grandson is a bigger man than I am.”
“You gave him
the right name, Chief. He is a ‘Little Bear.’” said the
sheriff. “He’s much loved on both Goodnight Ranches.”
“I’m happy for
him. If he has to live as a slave, he is living, working for and
being taken care of by some fine men. I’ve been impressed with
what I’ve seen today. A grandfather would know if his grandson
wasn’t happy where he is.”
* * * * * * *
Charlie and
Angus’ two younger brothers were bored with the day and made excuses to
leave shortly after eating thanksgiving dinner. Angus and Charlie
didn’t seem to care one way or the other. They just seemed to
take it in stride. Even Waco seemed to have given up on them and
only tolerated their kids. On the other hand, the sheriff’s boy
whom he and Ox rescued was all over him, Ox and his slaves. After
watching the football game, Lucas became his new hero. He
followed him everywhere he went. Lucas wasn’t put off by him at
all and most of the time carried him around in his arms.
The day was a
great success. The guests started leaving in the late
afternoon. Little Bear said a tearful goodbye to his grandfather
and once again the old man shed a few.
"I have hope we will be together again, grandson. My heart has
been happy today to see how well you look and how loved you are among
these people. Who would've thought the white man would
one day save our race from extinction. I think it is a little
more than fate you have been placed among them. The sheriff was
right, I did give you the right name, and when you reach eighteen, you
will no longer be known as Little Bear, you will be known as Great
Bear. You must know how much your grandfather loves
you, Son. You are my greatest hope for the future."
"I love you, too, grandfather. It is only because of my thoughts
and memories of you I have managed to get this far.
Now that we both have hope, I know I will have the strength and
courage to see us through. We will someday share the same ground,
grandfather, and then my heart will be happy, too."
They hugged and kissed. The old man got into the sheriff's van to
leave.
The sheriff took Lucas in him arms for a final hug and a kiss.
"I say a prayer of thanks ever' damn day for you, young'un. I'm
so grateful for your act of selflessness in saving my life. It
was at that moment, when I held you in my arms and you were bleeding
did I fully understand the meaning and importance of extended family
and
commitment. You are now
an important part of my greater family, and if there's ever anything I
can do for you or your Master, don't hesitate to ask. Whatever is
to come our way in the future, we will get through it together.
In the meantime, you have my love behind you, Son."
"I only did what I had to do, Sheriff. You have become a part of
our family. I appreciate your kind words, and it helps to know I
have a man as good hearted as you looking out for me. Thank you,
Sir."
The crowd
dwindled down to Angus, his immediate family,
his ramrod and slave,--- Ranger Gibbon, his wife,
slave-foreman and his wife. Angus sent his slaves back to his
ranch and Ranger sent his back to his. Charlie’s slaves knew to
give their master his private time with his family. The only
slaves left were Hank Morgan, Lucas and Waco’s slaves. They were
all sitting around the picnic tables eating more dessert.
Ranger was so
solicitous of his wife Mary. He couldn’t do enough for her now
that she was pregnant. He was so worried about her and her
health. At first, he was devastated to find out she was pregnant
and knew beyond a doubt it would shorten her time with him; however,
she carefully explained to him that was what she wanted. She
loved him so much she wanted to leave him a part of her and him.
She knew, with Lazarus Long’s help, she would deliver a healthy baby.
The boys made
good on their word and delivered a gallon of fresh cow supplemented
with lummox milk every week to be shared by Mrs. Gibbons and Elsie
Jessup. It was easy enough now they had a portal in the old barn
and could step through into Ranger Gibbon’s barn. Travis wanted
to make sure his new little brother was born sound. Elsie and
Bobby were proud of the way their boy accepted the news, and he was
doing his part to see his mother had an easy birth. From scans of
both women by Cable and the med-bots in sickbay they estimated the boys
would be born within a week of each other.
They scheduled
sessions for both women with the Kryscellians once a
month. By Thanksgiving they completed three sessions with
them. Mary began to talk with Elsie about her baby and things she
was noticing wondering if what she was experiencing was normal.
Elsie assured her what she was talking about was unusual, but she was
experiencing the same. They decided to speak with Captain Long
about it. Outside the ship they learned to use Lazarus’ official
title or just use the honorific of ‘Mister.’
“Foreman Long,”
started Mary, “Elsie and I’ve been noticing some strange things with
our babies.”
“Like what,
Mary?” Lazarus asked.
“We seem to be
getting messages from them about foods they want us to eat, but some of
it is not what I would ordinarily eat. My baby wants me to eat
slave chow and a biscuit at least once a day. I don’t mind, but
it’s something I wouldn’t think to eat. Elsie tells me her baby
insists she eat slave chow and a biscuit once a day. And, God
forbid we don’t remember to drink at least a couple of glasses of the
special milk Waco and the boys bring us once a week. They get
very upset if they haven’t had their milk. Sometimes, I could
swear I hear my baby humming or trying to talk. Tell him about
your experiences, Elsie.”
“Yes,
Mistress. Master Long, when I have the radio on and by
accident tune into a popular rock and roll station he seems to become
agitated, and I don’t mean just a little. He hates hip-hop and
rap. He kicks and moves his arms about like he’s crying in
distress, but when I turn to a country/Western station or his favorite,
a classical music station, he calms right down, and I can feel him
relax. I never listened to classical music in my life, but I’m
beginning to like it. Then sometimes, Mistress Mary and I could
swear the babies are conversing with each other. I know it sounds
crazy, but that’s jes’ the feeling we get.”
Mary
picked up the conversation. “We’ve noticed if we read to each
other they seem to be listening, and if we quit before they’ve heard
enough, they let us know about it. My baby won’t let me listen to
anything else but classical music, and he gets very upset when I watch
Television and the news. There’s nothing on the news anymore but
war, war, war, and the New Republic losing thousands of our young men
and women. I know it’s treasonous to say anything against our
government and their policies, but he doesn’t seem to like them
much. Elsie tells me the same about her baby.”
Mary and Elsie
were quiet for a while like they were waiting for a response from
Lazarus.
“Have you
related these things to Cable and the med-bots in sickbay?”
“No, Sir,” said
Mary, “we wanted to talk with you first.”
“My first
reaction is not to worry about it. Second, it’s hard to say
without doing some scans. We’ll schedule some test before your
next session with the Kryscellians. Chances are your little men
are experiencing some rapid development in their brain areas and are
becoming very much aware of their situations and surroundings.
That ain’t bad, it’s just your babies might be born a little more
advanced than a regular human baby. I can understand their
craving for lummox milk. Slave chow and a biscuit ain't gonna'
hurt
you or them. It's loaded with extra minerals and nutrients
freemen don't git enough of in their regular diet. They must
know there's some'um in slave chow they require. Me and my slave
eat slave chow and a biscuit at least once a day. It keeps us
regular and helps control weight. As far as the music is
concerned let them listen to what they want. They’re either
gonna’ wear cowboy boots, big hats, strum gee-tars and sing through
their noses or conduct symphony
orchestras.” Lazarus got a laugh out of the folks gathered.
“To be honest,
we’re still learning what the Kryscells can do. I’m learning
things about them with my new slave being exposed to them on a regular
basis. I have a feeling they’re doing things to him I’m not aware
of.” Waco, JR, Travis and Little Bear chuckled and winked
at Lucas. Lucas put his head down and blushed. Lazarus
didn’t miss that. “Until now, we’ve
only asked them to heal folks and in your case to make sure the babies
are born normal with optimal functions, be sound, healthy and
provide you with as easy a birth as possible. We don’t know what
their criterion is for ‘optimal’ or ‘normal’ for that matter.
Let’s run some test before and after your next session, and I’ll have a
better answer for you at that time. However, like I said before,
I wouldn’t worry about it. Perhaps your sons will have a jump
start on
life. That couldn’t be bad.”
The ladies were
satisfied they weren’t crazy and thanked Lazarus for his opinion.
They said they would look forward to their next visit to sickbay.
The day came to
an end, and the last of the guest said their goodbyes. Waco was
sad to see his uncles and Master Bill go. He had a feeling he was
going to see a lot more of them soon enough. Lazarus asked if he
could place a portal button in Angus’ old barn, and he said he’d be
happy for him to. It would mean he could drop by to see his
brother and nephew anytime without have to plan a caravan and vice
versa. Charlie could drop in with the boys for dinner more
often. Lazarus stressed that while he was certainly welcome to
use the portal for that, his main concern was in case of an emergency,
they had a direct link between ranches. Angus agreed with him it
was a good idea.
* * * * * * *
Lazarus went to
the kitchen to pickup Lucas. He was doing some last minute
cleanup and helping put food away for Ida Mae. She made up a
couple of bags of food and desserts for him and Lazarus in case they
got hungry and wanted to raid the fridge. Ida hugged and gave
Lucas a kiss. She told Lazarus she didn’t think she wanted Lucas
going off for training for three months. Lazarus laughed and told
her he didn’t think she had anything to worry about.
They walked to
their house together. Lucas had his arms full and Lazarus had a
bag in one hand. He managed to put his free arm around Lucas’
shoulder as they walked.
“Are you going
to tell me what the Kryscells are doing to or for you, Son?”
“I wasn’t, but I
will, Father. I wanted it to be a surprise.”
“I have a
feeling it will be anyway, Lucas.” he grinned at the boy.
“When I asked
them to sing to me of math they could only teach me binary math.
While I learned it, it didn’t have any practical application for my
world. It’s basically how they communicate and impart large
chunks of knowledge to us slower life forms. Waco suggested
I borrow his little brother’s fifth grade math book, read it, sing it
to the Kryscells and let them explain it to me.
Well,— after I
read it, I understood it pretty good and didn’t really need to sing it
to the Kryscells, but they’re interested in everything I learn so they
ask me to sing
to them what I learned. They were fascinated by the Arabian
numerals and symbols. JR's math book is a pre-algebra text, and
at the end of the book is an
explanation of what was to come in the following year about algebra and
learning other counting systems like binary, and hexadecimal.
They went nuts when I sang to them of algebra and the hexadecimal
system.
They thanked me and told me they would have to think on these startling
new revelations. They asked if I could get a text on algebra or
any other counting systems, so I borrowed Master Waco's introduction to
Algebra book and sang that to them. They spent several days
digesting it, and then explained it to me in detail. They were
thrilled with the information and told me they hadn't had such
wonderful new ways of thinking about math, language and singing in
thousands of years.
“Wait a
minute! How are you singing or telling them all this information?”
“I sing the book
to them in binary, Father.”
“You
what?” Lazarus exclaimed and laughed.
“Don’t be upset
with me, Father.”
“I ain’t upset
with you, Son,— I’m jes’ amazed by what you’re telling me. You
mean you take the book with you and read it to them?”
“Naw, Sir, I
don’t take the book. I gave 'em back to JR and Master Waco
for school after
keeping 'em for a weekend.”
“You ain’t
gonna’ tell me you memorized the math book.”
“H’it ain’t what
you’d call memorizing, Father. H’it’s more like instant and total
recall. My mind takes a snapshot of every page. All I
gotta' do is sing it to them."
The men arrived
at
the house, and Lazarus held the door for Lucas. He followed him
into the kitchen where the boy started putting the food away.
“Would you like
a cup of coffee and another slice of chocolate pie, Father?”
“Not right now,
thank you. Sit down here and tell me about this. Is that
why the Kryscells want you to visit them more often? You’re
singing to them the books you’re reading?”
“Yes, Father.”
Lazarus was
stunned. He sat there for a minute and then remembered something.
“Did your read
that Herman Melville book I gave you?”
“Moby
Dick? Yes, Sir, I read it. It was one of the most wonderful
books I’ve ever read, and I ain't jes' say'n that 'cause you loved
it. The Kryscellians loved it, too. They
agreed with me it was a powerful story. I left it in your night
stand when I finished it.”
“How long did it
take you to read it, Son?”
“It was pretty
long and difficult. It took me two evenings.”
“And you sang it
to the Kryscellians without the book?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Can you still
recall it?”
“Yes, Father.”
“Go get the book
for me.”
“Yes, Father,—
right away.”
Lazarus sat
there contemplating. If he had known about this, he would’ve been
able to give Mary and Elsie more information; however, he didn’t know
if that would’ve been good until he knew more. Lucas returned and
handed Lazarus the thick book.
“Begin at the
beginning, Son, and recite until I tell you to stop.”
“Yes,
Father. Call me Ishmael.— ” Lucas recited almost half the
first chapter word for word. Lazarus couldn’t believe the boy
didn’t hesitate once and never missed a word. Lazarus finally
told him to stop. He thumbed through the book and came to the
eighth chapter.
“Start with the
eighth chapter, Son, and recite from there.”
Lucas started in
again and after three pages of perfect recitation Lazarus told him to
halt. He turned to the last page and told Lucas to recite the
last page. The boy didn’t hesitate and recited the rest of the
novel without missing a word. Lazarus closed the book, and a cold
chill ran up his spine.
“How many of
these books you’ve read can you recall, Son?” He asked quietly.
“All of them,
Father.”
Lazarus shook
his head. “I was afraid you’s gonna' say that.” he grinned at
Lucas. “So you recited the math book to them as well?”
“Yes, Sir,
Father. Did I do wrong?”
“No, not at all,
Son. C’mere.” he held his arms open for Lucas, and he
moved into them, still unsure of his Master’s mood.
“What you’ve
accomplished is nothing short of phenomenal. Few humans can do
that, Son.
I’ve known of a couple in my travels, but they’s damn few. I’m
taking you to the Bandersnatch tomorrow morning. We got us a long
weekend, and I’m entertaining my partner for the weekend. You
haven’t met him yet, but he saw you under reconstruction. I
want Cable and the med-bots to run some tests on you. They won’t
hurt chu’ none. They’ll jes’ give us a better idea what’s going
on in your brain. This is a remarkable development to say the
least. With your learning capabilities you should be able to
catch up with the boys in no time; however, I think we have to come to
an agreement as to when and if you want to attend school.”
“I’ve thought
about it a lot, Father, and I seem to be soaking in information at a
tremendous rate. It’s so much it seems overwhelming to me at
times. It’s like I live these books I’m reading. After Waco
explained the rules of football to me and we played a few downs, my
mind leapt ahead and I saw what was necessary to win the game.
Not only that, but I taught my muscles, in a short period of time to
respond to what I wanted to accomplish. My brain told my muscles
how to function to get the optimal performance for the purpose I was
undertaking. With all this
knowledge, I have no urge to plan for myself, Father. I don’t
know about learning and what or how much I should be knowing for a boy
my age. Is it healthy for me to know more than is normal for my
age? Will it change me? I have fears, Father. I read
and hear about boys who grow and learn too fast to understand and rebel
against their fathers. I never want that to happen to me. I
keep telling myself how fortunate I am to be your slave because you
will never let it happen to me. You will control me and guide
me through this.”
Lazarus held him
tighter and kissed the boy on his forehead.
“I won’t let it
happen to you. I don’t think it will anyway. I think
you’re too intelligent and sensitive to others’ feelings to allow
yourself thoughts like that. You’re too eager to please and help
others. Look what you’ve done for Ida Mae. She’s ready to
kidnap you from me.” Lazarus chuckled. “You’re learning
quickly to take care of the house and me. I’m quite comfortable
with
your efforts. I don’t want you worrying about training.
I’ve never done it before with a slave, but I’m going to work closely
with you to see you get the best training so you get the most out of it
for you as well as for me. I’ve decided I
don’t want Waco taking you for your first time. I’ve decided I
want a mature man to break you in; one who will be gentle yet strong to
show you the pleasures as well as the ecstacy of giving yourself to a
Master. That ain’t gonna’ take no three months. We’ll
discuss it more, but I’m thinking you have a choice between three
mature men,— Bobby Jessup, Hoot Austin, and one other you
probably haven’t thought about.”
“Hank Morgan,
Father?” Lucas grinned at him, and Lazarus smiled back.
“I’ve thought about him a lot, Father. It will be a tough
decision.”
“Of course, you
ain’t met my partner yet, either. He ain’t nothing but an old
wild-West cowboy, but he’s managed to keep me entertained for well over
three hundred years.” Lazarus grinned and winked at Lucas.
“You’ll meet him tomorrow. You ain’t gonna’ have no problems with
him staying with me are you?”
“Naw, Sir.
I understand you have your life along with mine. I don’t have me
no fears of ever being outside yore’ life. I’ll always be within
your sphere of love. Because you love another don’t mean you love
me less. It jes’ means you love me differently and that’s
okay. You love me in a way you don’t love your partner.”
“That’s
right. You learn that from yore’ reading, Son?”
“Yes, Sir.
I read a couple of books by Robert Heinlein. ‘Stranger In A
Strange Land’and ‘Job.’ He's got some rather advanced ideas about
love, sexuality and relationships. I want to read more of his
work.”
“That’s fine,
just don’t believe a word the son of a bitch has to say about
me.” Lazarus grinned real big.
“He wrote about
you, Father?”
“He mentioned my
name a couple of times.” Lazarus tossed off.
“Are we okay,
Father.”
“Of course we’re
okay, boy. Now, I’ll have me that coffee and another piece of Ms.
Wallace's delicious chocolate pie.”
“Uhhh, Ms.
Wallace didn’t cook that pie, Father,— I did, but she told me how.”
“Is it yore’
first?”
“Second.”
“Damn fine pie,
Son. Enjoying a good piece of pie is the closest a man can get to
an orgasm without having one.”
“Thanks, Father,
glad you like it. She told me about JR, Father. I
mentioned how much he looked like Mr. Morgan. She asked me not to
say anything. I won’t, but I have a feeling JR knows anyway.”
“I have a
feeling you may be right, Son, but that’s for them to work out. I
think JR knows, but he ain’t ready to have it confirmed yet. He
will be soon enough. He loves Hank with all his heart. Ida
and Hank ain’t gonna’ have to tell him. He’ll jes’ tell them he
knows one day, and h’it don’t make him no never mind.”
“Why do we talk
the way we do, Father?”
“You mean Texas
speak as opposed to what your read in books, Son?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Comfort.”
was all Lazarus explained as he took another bite of his pie and a good
sip of coffee.
“I figured as
much. I’m comfortable with it.”
“Good. You
bunk’n it in with yore’ old Master tonight, Son?”
“I’d really like
to, if’n you don’t mind, Sir, since you’ll be occupied all weekend.”
“Not all
weekend. I plan to include you in some things. You might
have a little more free time this weekend to read or join the
boys. Do you enjoy running with them boys, Son?”
“Very much,
Father. They’re each unique and have different things to love
about them. I find Master Waco very attractive. After I’m
broken in, I certainly wouldn’t mind entertaining him for an evening if
he found me to his liking.”
“Don’t think you
got much to worry about in that department. I see the way he
looks on you sometimes. There’s lust in that boy’s heart.”
Lazarus laughed. “You really gained his respect today. He
wants you on his football team in the worst way. He told me you
and him would be unbeatable.”
“He told me the
same, Father. I really admire him. I think he’s as fine a
man as his dad and uncles. I also like Shane and Master
Bill a lot.”
“They’s fine
men, Son. I like them, too. They’re gonna’ be major players
in our escape during the final days.”
“Will I have a
part to play, Father?”
“A big part,
Son. All you boys will. You’ll be our front line of
defense. I can’t tell you more, but more will be revealed to you
as time goes on.”
“Thanks for the
coffee and pie, Son. We smell like locker rooms. What say
we jump in the shower and hit the hay. We got us a busy day ahead
tomorrow. Do you have to be up early in the morning?”
“Naw, Sir, I
wanted to
help Ms. Wallace, but she told me ‘no.’ Said she didn’t need no
help tomorrow morning, and for me to sleep in with my Master.
Said
to tell you breakfast would be an hour later than usual.”
“Good. I’d
like to wallow around in bed with my slave-boy tomorrow morning and be
lazy for
a little while.”
“Sounds good to
me, Sir.”
The men went
upstair and Lucas undressed his Master. Before he removed his
Master’s boots he asked permission to pay homage to them. Lazarus
granted his request and the boy made gentle love to the big cowboy’s
boots. They completed the ritual and completed a kiss with a bit
more passion than the usual Master/slave kiss. Lucas had
something
to tell his Master, and it was the only way he could do it.
Words wouldn’t have worked. Lazarus got the boy’s message loud
and clear. He returned Lucas kiss to let him know he understood
and felt the
same. There was no gap between their understanding.
Lucas removed
Lazarus’ boots and carefully set them aside for polishing
tomorrow. He put his clothes in the dirty clothes hamper.
He quickly undressed himself and followed his Master to the
shower. Lucas cleaned his Master first and while it wasn’t
Lazarus’ habit to bathe his slave, he made an exception were Lucas was
concerned. The boy was so perfect in every detail his mere
presence aroused Lazarus. They stood under the hot water
and Lazarus stroked the young man until he ejaculated on the shower
floor.
Lucas was
sucking on Lazarus tit like he was expecting lummox milk to flow, but
instead he got the wonderful flavors of his creator. After
he came, he asked Lazarus if he could do the same for him.
Lazarus granted him permission and the boy had him off in no
time. He was still chewing and sucking on Lazarus’ tit as he
exploded onto the shower floor. They cleaned each others’
foreskin one last time and exited the shower.
Lucas took his
time drying Lazarus and gave him a sensual rubdown with the
towel. He
hurriedly finished drying himself and joined his Master in his
bedroom. Lazarus had the covers rolled down and motioned for
Lucas to get into bed. They got into bed and Lazarus opened
his arms to the boy. Lucas rolled into his Master’s cowboy arms
and let out a deep sigh. Lazarus didn’t have to ask about that
one. He knew.
“Thanks for the
help in the shower, Son. It was much appreciated.”
“Anytime,
Father. It’s my only wish to serve you and make you proud of me.”
“I am proud of
you, Lucas. I couldn’t be more proud of you. Don’t have
fears, Son. As soon as I understand what’s going on, I’ll take
over from there. I won’t let you go further or faster than I
think you should. I’m always open for discussion, but you must
know, I own you, and as your Master any decisions I make are
final. You may not always agree with my decisions, but you must
go along with them because it's my right as your Master to decided for
your life; however, I will always try to do the right thing for you.”
“I’m not afraid,
Father. I accept my situation and I’m comfortable with it.
More comfortable than I’ve ever been in my life. I love you,
Father.”
“I love you,
too, Son. Now, let’s get some sleep.”
“Goodnight,
Father.”
“Goodnight, Son.”
Lazarus wondered
how you could set the worth of any human being? Each one brings
to life different experiences and different ways of loving. How
could anyone set a price on this boy of ten dollars per pound four
months ago? What was he worth today? Lazarus knew there
were members of secret government agencies who would love to get their
hands on a young man with Lucas’ talents. What would they
pay? Millions perhaps? After all, it was only money.
Taxpayer dollars. But, what of the true worth of the boy he held
in his arms? He was worth far more than can be decided by
money. He was like a diamond in the rough, uncut, with little
more than the surface polished. The voices of the ancients had
chosen well for them. Their fortune was their growing love for
one another that lay safely, rapidly compounding interest, within the
fortress of their strong hearts, and that,— was priceless.
End Chapter 12 ~
Waco’s Lummox
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