WACO’S
LUMMOX
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
15
The cowboys sat
in rapt attention in front of the huge holographic platform/screen in
the media center of the Bandersnatch viewing a detailed holographic
three dimensional video of the many possibilities of sexual
reproduction with the Volgoron race. It was the most amazing
video they ever saw. It sure beat the hell out of those old, dry,
boring 4-H videos of animal reproduction they were forced to watch in
highschool. This video didn’t just tell you about it, it had
vivid, play by play, blow by blow, three dimensionally holographic,
color, moving pictures of the entire process. It was like you
could reach out and touch the participants. They looked real.
The human male
receiving the proto-embryo was a handsome, well built, square jawed,
obvious military man with eight pack abs and the pecs of death.
He looked like a Marine drill Sargent and sported a large penis
himself. His Volgoron partner was much bigger than Ox. He
stood almost ten feet in height and weighed well over three hundred
pounds. He was enormous and so was his tackle. Even though
the man was a big human male at six feet six, he seemed dwarfed by the
Volgoron and his mighty shaft, but the man didn’t seem to be the least
intimidated by him. He did everything he could to make it as easy
as possible for his bigger partner. One did not need the
announcer to tell his audience the two were a bonded pair.
“The human male
subject and our Volgoron in these videos are close friends,
partners, and a bonded mates. The human is Lieutenant Commander
Kyle Fielding, and his mate is Captain Trong. This will be their
fifth coupling for reproductive purposes.” the voice on the video
announced. That comment made it even hotter for the cowboys
watching the video. It implied, when they weren’t fucking to make
babies, they were fucking for recreational purposes. Suddenly,
there wasn’t a limp dick in the room.
The speaker went on to explain, once the man was penetrated anally, a
section slightly above the true base of the Volgoron’s penis would
expand like a balloon, similar to a male dog’s penis growing inside a
bitch to hook them together until the sexual act was complete. So
it was with the Volgoron, but it served a dual purpose. Once the
Volgoron was in place, and the base of his penis expanded, there was no
removing it until his partner conceived; however, it also acted like a
dam to hold the water he would release inside his mate to enable the
proto-embryo to swim to its place and anchor itself to the wall of the
human’s lower tract. Absolutely nothing was left to the
imagination. The video showed everything in three dimensional,
colorfully lurid detail.
They must have
had a couple of miniature cameras inside the human male because it
showed internal shots of the Lieutenant Commander being fully
penetrated by his Captain. There were cameras outside at every
angle as well. The screen, or holographic platform, split into
four sections and you could see all the images at the same time.
It was breathtakingly real and highly erotic, to say nothing of being
incredibly stimulating. It beat any porno film the cowboys ever
saw. It showed the
Volgoron’s gentle but persistent penetration of his mate, the expanding
portion of his penis about an inch above its true base until it grew to
an enormous size while allowing his mate’s anus to close tightly around
the unexpanded portion at the base of his shaft. The video
showed the Volgoron releasing his seminal-amniotic fluid until he
filled his mate’s lower anal cavity.
It showed the
tiny embryo shooting out of the Volgoron’s big penis like a cannon from
the Napoleonic wars, swimming for all it was worth up and up into the
man’s lower anal tract and finally attaching itself to the wall of its
host’s intestine. There was an electric, stunned silence as the
men watched the tiny critter attach itself. There wasn’t a dry
pair of Wrangler’s in the room.
“That’s fuck’n
incredible.” whispered Angus.
“God,— it sort
a’ makes you wanna’ git in line to be next,— don’it?” asked
Master Bill adjusting his penis at the crotch of his Wranglers.
“I’m gonna’ be
next, if’n my master will let me have yore’ baby, Master Bill.” Shane
smiled at him. “Hell, you been trying to git me pregnant for over
five years now.” Shane laughed. Bill put his arm around Shane,
pulled him close and stole a kiss. Angus looked at Shane and
smiled.
“We can talk
about it.” he told them.
“And jes’ think,
I got me one a’ them Volgorons for ma’ very own.” said Waco
quietly but proudly to his uncles. They all laughed with
him. Waco recalled the voice he heard at his dad’s slave
ceremony. It told him he would give birth to two sons with his
beloved lummox. Now he was beginning to see how it might be
possible. He wasn’t the least afraid. In fact, it only made
his dick harder.
“The
seminal-amniotic fluid released by the Volgoron into the lower anal
cavity of the subject human male contains a mild, natural sedative
which makes the experience for the human most pleasant and sensual.”
Spoke the voice on the video in an academic tone. “Observe the
smile on the human’s face. He’s about to reach orgasm due to the
pressure from the expansion of the Volgoron’s penis against his
prostate and his lower track being expanded by a couple of quarts of
liquid. Please note, this fluid is not the same as Volgoron
urine. It is produced by a separate gland and stored separately
until it’s needed.”
The camera shot
cut to the man’s big dick beginning its build up to climax. An
enormous fur covered paw came into the picture, wrapped itself tightly
around the man’s roaring hard penis and finished him off. The
Lieutenant Commander’s climax was felt by every man in the room.
Captain Trong expertly caught his partner’s sperm and gently fed it to
him. The Lieutenant Commander eagerly ate his own come from his
mate’s huge paw.
To his chagrin,
Charlie ejaculated in his Wranglers. Several other cowboys did
the same. The video was relentless in its visual description of
the experience. It showed the man’s mouth gaping open in orgasm
and his Volgoron partner gently covering the man’s mouth with his own
in an erotic kiss. The man responded in kind to the giant’s
affections, and it showed a shot of his rock hard penis again
convulsing and erupting like a fountain at Versailles.
“For their
enormous size, the Volgorons are gentle, considerate and loving
partners.” The voice again commented academically.
“Nooo
shit!” Little Bear commented irreverently. All the men
broke up laughing. It was a much needed moment of comic
relief. There was nothing academic about what the men just
witnessed. As far as they were concerned, it was strictly hard
core. It certainly would not pass a right wing Christainist Film
Review board. Pinched faced, tight ass conservative reviewers
would surely bite their knuckles, and wet their pants, much to the
delight of any self-respecting secular humanist.
The most
interesting portion of the video came with a frank explanation of how,
to conceive a son in his image, the Lieutenant Commander must first
butt fuck his lummox husband to deposit his seed within his mate’s
thoroughly cleansed lower anal tract, to give the proto-embryo the
genetic information it needed to become a human zygote. This was
accomplished about an hour before Captain Trong was to release the
proto-embryo into his mate. Of course, the video was replete with
graphic shots of the Lieutenant Commander fucking his giant
husband. The announcer further explained by consuming his own
sperm, the Lieutenant Commander doubly insured the tiny embryo would
get all the information it needed to produce another little
Trong-Fielding.
“Once this is
accomplished,” the announcer continued, “and if the embryo attaches
itself successfully, the human male’s anus will start to turn a bright
cherry red color.” droned the announcer on the video.
The
holographic camera zoomed in on the man’s anus with his Volgoron mate’s
penis still deeply implanted within him, blown up to an eight by twelve
foot holographic observation platform,— the Lieutenant Commander’s
sphincter slowly began to turn a brilliant cherry red color.
(The physical
response was thought to be a genetic throwback response to an earlier
evolutionary time when the great apes and humans branched off from
baboons who still had the response after sexual impregnation.
However, taking into consideration the current political
administration, it was thought the split might not be as far in the
distant past as previously thought.)
“Thus we can see
the human male has successfully been impregnated and has conceived.”
said the clinical voice on the video.
“Cowabunga!”
said Waco.
“Awesome!” said
Travis.
“Wicked!” said
Little Bear.
Lucas smiled and
squeezed Bryce’s hand.
“What would we
do without the three Muskeeters?” laughed Angus.
“The makers of
this instructional documentary wish to congratulate Lieutenant
Commander Fielding and his Volgoron mate, Captain Trong, on the
conception of their fifth bairn together; a human baby girl.” commented
the announcer. “And here is the happy Trong-Fielding family in the
final two weeks of the Lieutenant Commander’s pregnancy.” There
was a video of Feilding standing to the right of his huge Volgoron
mate. On Trong’s left was a good size young man looking up at his
Volgoron dad with adoration. In between Trong and Feilding was a
younger human boy with his small hand in Trong’s huge one. He’s
looking up at Trong and the giant is smiling down at him.
In front of
Feilding stands a young Volgoron male and in his arms Feilding is
holding and smiling at a young Volgoron female. Fielding himself
is wearing a soft cotton maternity smock of some kind that clearly
showed his advanced pregnancy. They looked like a healthy, well
adjusted inter-species family. The men suspected they were going
for six kids in all and had one more to go; another Volgoron male
perhaps.
For a man who
had undergone four previous pregnancies, Commander Fielding was in
great shape,— so was Captain Trong for that matter. Several
commented he was a fine specimen of a Volgoron. A couple made a
few dirty but funny comments about their possible mating with Trong.
The video went
on to the final stages of the Lieutenant Commander’s pregnancy and
final delivery. He and Captain Trong lay together on a huge
delivery bed specifically designed for Volgoron-human births. The
announcer commented that the Lieutenant Commander’s lower tract was
thoroughly cleansed before his water broke, but it didn’t matter much
because once the water was released it would clean him anyway.
Fielding lay back on the huge Vologron’s chest, locked in his furry
arms. You could hear Captain Trong’s deep rumbling voice singing
comfort to his mate. Fielding spread his legs and it was
obvious his water broke as it came rushing out.
The cowboys sat
and watch silently with their mouths open. They had no idea they
would actually see the man give birth. The announcer spoke to his
audience and informed them the Lieutenant Commander was given a local
anesthetic to relax his sphincter for delivery. He further
explained the human anus would expand up to ten inches in diameter
without tearing. That wasn’t much comfort to the men watching the
video. Several winced and felt their own sphincter spasm in
sympathy. They were looking at and almost sharing with the
Lieutenant Commander an unnatural function of the human male body that
closely resembled a goatse situation.
Finally, after
much encouragement and coaching you could see the head of the baby
peaking out from Fielding’s ass. All the cowboys squirmed in
their seats when their own sphincters began to feel empathetic stress
as more and more of the baby’s head stretched the Lieutenant
Commander’s ass. All of a sudden, the Lieutenant Commander threw
back his head, ground his teeth together, gave out a deep, gut-level
moan, gave one big push and the bairn rushed out into the world
followed by its placenta attached to her umbilical cord. The
placenta was a bloody and awful looking thing. It looked like
some monster tried to consume her but died of starvation. The
baby’s cord was tied off, cut and the bloody discharge whisked away by
an attendant. The announcer told how it would later be prepared
and eaten by the giant Volgoron in order to pass its primary partent’s
biological immunities on to his new daughter though his milk. It
was a bit more information than the cowboys needed to hear at that
moment.
The baby was
still wet and slimy; however, it was quickly checked out, cleaned and
dried by another attendant and placed on Lieutenant Commander
Fielding’s chest so she could hear her primary parent’s
heartbeat. The big Volgoron Captain was laying close to his mate,
and the infant slowly began to crawl towards him. It finally felt
his fur in its tiny hands and seemed to know instinctively what it was
for. It was like watching rubber hit the road as she
enthusiastically climbed aboard her giant secondary parent hand over
fist. When she arrived about mid-section of her Volgoron daddy,
she paused to rest for a moment. She raised her little head as if
to sniff the breeze, found the smell she was looking for, dinner, and
made a beeline to the lummox’s full teats for her first meal. She
lost no time hooking up to one and began gulping down her father’s
milk. You could almost see her little belly expanding as she
drank. There was several “Awwws” from the assembled cowboys.
“I know jes’ how
she feels.” commented Waco wickedly.
“Amen to that,
brother.” added Travis. “Wouldn’t mind being hooked up to Captain
Trong’s other tit.” Little Bear giggled.
The cowboys
could hear the big Volgoron singing to her what best could be described
as a deep rumbling song of welcome to his new daughter. There was
no doubt in their minds it was a lullaby. It was so moving it
brought tears to their eyes. It was such a dichotomy to see a
helpless tiny baby being so loved and cared for by such an enormous
monster as her giant Volgoron daddy. On the other hand, it made
perfect sense. At that moment, she was quite probably the safest
bairn in the universe.
When the newborn
had enough she turned and headed South on the huge mound of soft fur on
which she was laying. She quickly crawled to the mid-section of
Trong’s body again, found what she was looking for, placed both arms
over her head, raised a section of the lummox’s fur and
disappeared. She entered her new home like a swimmer diving into
a pool. It was like she was there one minute and gone the
next. Another camera angle captured the bulge in Captain Trong’s
pouch as the baby settled to the bottom for her stay in the warmth and
protection of her other progenitor’s body.
The announcer
made another comment that once the bairn released from the human’s
lower track it left no imprint or hole in the wall of the man’s
intestine, but the Lieutenant Commander would be checked to make
sure. The men were happy for that bit of comforting news.
* * * * * * *
Present that
evening on board the ship was Charlie, Waco, Travis, Little Bear,
Bryce, Lucas, Angus, Bill Birdsall, Shane, Sheriff Lassiter, Hank
Morgan, Cotton, Hoot, Ranger Gibbons and Bobby Jessup. Ranger
couldn’t thank Lazarus enough for including him. He was so
excited about Lazarus having a son with his mate. He was
mesmerized by the video he watched with the other men.
Lazarus made a
little speech and told the men it was customary when Volgorons create
new life between them or for another specie, it became a family
affair. Both families were invited to attend and witness the
conception of a new life in order to wish it well and imbue it with the
strength of family and the unconditional love it will need to develop
properly. All the men got the message that Lazarus and Arlen
considered them family. They were deeply moved.
Ox was not just
ordered, as a slave, to impregnate Arlen with Lazarus’ son. He
was graciously asked if he would mind doing them the honor of being
their intermediary sexual partner. Of course he was thrilled to
be a part of giving Lazarus and Arlen a son. He was thrilled
Lazarus was making new inroads in other relationships. He was
pleased with Lazarus relationship with his boys and Lucas. He
thought Lucas was the best thing to happen to Lazarus in a long while.
Ox got to the
ship at his designated time and was taken care of by the
androids. Waco and his boys showered and bathed him to the inth
degree. They lovingly and carefully blew dry and brushed out his
heavy winter coat. They lightly powered him. He looked and
smelled wonderful. He wore his favorite outfit the boys gave him,
but he let the androids remove it to prepare him. He was cleaned
out from top to bottom. His Godfather, Arlen, soon joined him and
the androids started to prepare him.
Lazarus didn’t
feel like the men needed to watch such an intimate thing as him
depositing his sperm within his Godson. They already saw the
process on the video. So as the androids prepared Arlen, Lazarus
and Ox went off to Ox’s stateroom to fuck. It had a much larger
bed than any of the other staterooms made especially for him. Ox
wanted to sample his dad’s new, improved cock for sometime and this was
his chance. He teased Lazarus he had to give him a son to get it,
but that was all right with him.
“It’s a pleasure
and privilege to have you be a part of giving Arlen and me a new son,
Garron. I have to tell you how wonderful you look and how great
you smell. I’ve never seen you so well taken care of. I
don’t think Arlen and I took such good care of you.”
<< Yes,
you did. >> Ox responded. << You two were constantly after
me to take a sonic shower and keep myself clean. It took me a
while to adjust to living with Strom and Pangle because they were so
powerfully strong. Once I got used to their odor and began to
smell like them, I was okay. It took me a while to adjust to my
life on the ranch, but the boys keep me looking pretty good. I
love the way Master Waco keeps my fur summer and winter. For a
young human he’s caring and considerate. It’s funny, this is the
only planet our species developed the need for such strong odors.
You think the others can be taught differently, Dad? >> Ox
asked.
“You didn’t have
much problem adapting. I don’t think they will either.
We’ll all have to live in close proximity for a number of months, so
some concessions have to be made. Considering the seriousness of
our journey, they shouldn’t have any problem.”
The androids had
done their jobs well, and Ox was completely clean and properly
lubricated. It didn’t take Lazarus anytime to fuck him and
deposit his sperm into his anal cavity. He and Garron shared his
bed several times in the past, but not often. It was a treat for
both of them to have a few moments to be intimate with each other.
By the time
Lazarus and Ox finished their coupling, the cowboys had seen the entire
video and the accompanying lecture by a fine looking man who was also
recognizably a military type; although, obviously not any military on
Earth. He further explained on a chart how the proto-embryo
created its own chamber and placenta separate from the host’s digestive
tract and once it exited through the wall of the lower intestine of its
primary host parent and out the anus, the host’s interior automatically
resealed itself.
There was little
chance of contamination due to pre-cleansing and the amount of amniotic
fluid washed though the host’s system just before birth; however, with
every interspecies birth the primary host parent was fully checked for
any aberrations. If any were found, they were surgically
corrected immediately; however, the speaker stressed, in the recorded
history of interspecies births they never found the necessity for such
a correction. He added the primary host parent would be kept on a
liquid diet for a twenty-four hour period after delivery.
When the system
was shut down, Cable and his two android assistants, David and Jonathan
brought in a tray of refreshments to serve to the men and announced
their brother Ox and their father would be joining the men soon to take
them into the chamber where their father Arlen was prepared and waiting
to conceive. If any of the cowboys needed to use the facilities,
now was the time to do it. Several took Cable up on his offer.
* * * * * * *
After a while,
Lazarus entered the room followed by his Godson, Ox. They were
completely nude. The men were quiet but the boys were
enthusiastic. They didn’t care their two heros were naked.
They ran to Lazarus and Ox and hugged them. Even Lucas and Bryce
joined in their joyous outburst at seeing them. When the other
cowboys saw Lazarus and Ox were responding in the same manner they
thought, ‘What the hell!’ and found themselves wanting to wish them
well.
“Are you
gentlemen ready to go in and observe the conception of our new son?”
No man hesitated
in his response. They were ready.
“Fine. One
final thing, I know this crowd won’t have any problem with. It is
customary that all observers be nude out of respect for the primary and
secondary parents. As you learned from the video and lecture the
primary parent is the first to give birth to the new bairn.”
Again, no man
hesitated removing his clothes. Cable, David and Jonathan were
busy assisting the men, carefully folding their clothes and placing
them neatly on a table that appeared from nowhere out of a solid wall.
Angus wanted to know if he could wear his boots?
“If’n I’m
wearing mine, I don’t see why you men cain’t wear yours.” Lazarus
smiled at them. There was much rushing to put their boots back on.
When everyone
was ready they followed Cable and his men through another portal into
another chamber that was a little different from the other rooms in
sickbay. It looked more like a bedroom and had a huge platform
bed upon which was laying Lazarus’ cowboy mate, Arlen Jones, covered by
what looked like a silver metal sheet of some kind; however, it didn’t
look like any material any of the cowboy ever saw before. Instead
of folding or hanging from the body like a normal linen sheet it
flowed and covered everything like a liquid. It was
completely form fitting and left nothing to the imagination as to
Arlen’s big, fit body or his fine looking set of cowboy tackle between
his legs.
Arlen greeted
the men and welcomed them. He thanked them for coming to
witness the conception of a new son for him and Captain Long.
The cowboys were polite but kept their distance as Cable removed the
liquid sheet covering Arlen and made the platform ready for Ox.
When they signaled, Ox climbed upon the platform next to his Godparent,
took Arlen into his arms and kissed him deeply. There was a sigh
went out from several of the cowboys.
Lazarus was
standing next to Arlen’s head and put his big hands on both to add his
blessing to their coupling. He motioned for some of the men to
surround the platform on the other side as well so everyone could have
a good view of the proceedings. Arlen turned on his side away
from Ox and the big lummox positioned himself behind this Godfather
with his huge prick teasing the entrance of his hole. Arlen was
ready for him.
Ox lost no time
beginning to work himself into Arlen. He slowly but surely began
to penetrate the big man. Lazarus offered himself to his mate and
Arlen gladly took his big dick into his mouth to suck as a
distraction. It was beginning to feel very good for Arlen and the
more Ox worked into his ass the more enthusiastic Arlen became sucking
Lazarus’ penis. Just about the time Ox had all of himself within
Arlen, Lazarus let out a small moan and climaxed. Arlen greedily
sucked all of Lazarus’ come down. It was sort of a double
insurance the coupling would prove successful.
Lazarus leaned
over and the two men shared a gentle kiss. Lazarus could still
taste his come in his mate’s mouth.
Ox began to fuck
Arlen with a few well placed strokes of his massive shaft to loosen and
open him up before he allowed the knob on his penis to begin its
expansion.
“I’m
comfortable, Son.” Arlen said quietly to Ox to let him know he
was ready.
Ox relaxed and
everyone watched as Arlen’s ass began to fill with the giant
lummox’s expanding knob on his penis. They could see it drawing
Arlen’s hole down tight on Ox’s shaft like a bathtub
stopper. The men could see the faint outline of Ox’s expanded
knob, and it looked huge to them. Waco couldn’t help wonder how
his beloved lummox would feel up his ass. He found himself
experiencing just a bit of jealousy; however, he quickly supplanted the
feeling with one of joy for Arlen and Lazarus. The boys popped
boners first, but eventually every man got roaring hard. They
were primed from
the video, but to see it happening right before their eyes was too
erotic. The sexual pheromones in the room were rampant.
There was no escaping their powerful influence. No one tried to
hide their erections.
Ox started
filling Arlen’s lower tract with his amniotic fluid. Arlen felt
the warm liquid filling his bowels and moaned. He moved slightly
to reposition himself to better accept his filling anal cavity.
The men could see his stomach area begin to expand. It only made
their dicks harder. Even the androids were affected, and it was
the first time the cowboys saw them sexually aroused. There were
several comments made. Cable spoke for the three of them.
“We would be
blushing about now if we could.” he grinned at the men.
“Not to worry,
Son.” consoled Angus, “We’ll blush for you men.” Everyone laughed
including Arlen.
Arlen was
beginning to enter another world. Ox’s fluid contained a sedative
that was wonderful. It was like a cross between a great marijuana
high and shot of Demerol. He suddenly forgot about the others in
the room. It was as if he was in a world with only his Godson,
his beloved cowboy mate and himself. Suddenly, he was incredibly
hungry for more of Lazarus’ semen.
The men watched
in wonder as Arlen, once again, went after Lazarus’ cowboy cock like
his need to consume his mate’s come became a holy Eucharist for his
last supper. The cowboys couldn’t believe the fury and commitment
Arlen was expending on accomplishing his goal. Lazarus had seen
this before and leaned in to whisper encouragement to his spouse.
“It’s there for
you, buckaroo. Take all you want. All you need. It’s
all for you and the young one waiting to be released inside you,— our
son, cowboy. You know what you have to do. Take it!
You can have it. Work for it, cowboy. Make yore’ husband
give it up to you. It’s yore’ right to have his seed. Take
it from me, partner. There,— you’re almost there, cowboy,— you
almost got chore’ prize,— ‘at’s it,— a little more,— take it all,— ah,
now you’re on target,— here it comes,— jes’ for you, darlin’!
Take it all, buckaroo,— you earned it. Aaahrrrrggg!”
Lazarus shot the biggest load he could remember and Arlen gulped down
volley after volley of Lazarus’ hot cowboy cream.
Several of the
men were shamelessly playing with each other. Master Bill had his
dick up Shane’s butt gently fucking him. Shane was bent over
sucking his Master, his big brother’s penis, while Master Bill was
fucking him. Travis was being played with by Waco as Little Bear
was on his knees sucking his Master off. Hoot was gently fucking
Cotton and Hank Morgan was on his knees sucking his Master’s
dick. Bryce caught the sheriff’s eye earlier and saw him motion
slightly to him from behind the crowd. Bryce was on his knees
before Sheriff Lassiter in an instant and was sucking his penis for all
he was worth. It didn’t take him long before he was rewarded with
several large shots of lawman spunk as Bryce played with himself and
shot halfway across the room. Bobby Jessup couldn’t let all this
go on without taking care of his Master. He dropped to his knees
and began to give Ranger Gibbons the best blow job he ever had.
Ranger was so hot by the time Bobby’s lips wrapped around his big
cowboy dick it didn’t take him anytime to fill Bobby’s mouth. It
was the first time Travis watched his dad pleasure his Master. It
wouldn’t be his last. When the men finished Angus apologized to
Lazarus for the men’s lack of control.
“No apology
necessary, Angus, from any of you men. It was to be
expected. You done what was natural and normal. You
responded to the sexual pheromones in the room and took care of each
other. It’s actually an accepted part of sharing a
conception. My Godson has informed me he’s ready to release the
proto-embryo within his Godfather to complete the conception.
Now, if you will each approach the two men and place your right hand
upon them some place,— it doesn’t matter where.”
The men cleaned
themselves with damp towels Cable and his men passed out. They
approached the table and did as Lazarus invited them.
“Now, if you
will all close your eyes and think about the small one Ox is about to
release and wish it well on its journey into this life it will be
greatly appreciated.”
“May we have a
name to think on, Captain?” Charlie asked Lazarus.
“Good point,
Boss. I’ve though on it and now is the time to announce what our
new son will be known as in this life. I’ve asked permission to
use the name of a fine and respected man in our community I’ve grown to
love and admire in our short period of time. He graciously
granted me permission, and I’m honored and grateful. This boy,
our son, will become not only our child, but a child of our greater
community. We are growing closer every day as family, and I’m
proud to give our son the first name of one of the cornerstones of our
new family. Our boy’s name
will be Angus Jubilation Long. He will be called Jubal after a
couple of relatives of mine. The first was my great great
grandfather, a fine general who died during the Civil War. The
second was Jubal E. Harshaw, LL.B., M.D., Sc.D., bon vivant, gourmet,
sybarite, author extraordinaire, neopessimist philosopher, devout
agnostic, professional rodeo clown, amateur subversive, and parasite by
choice. For one so varied, Uncle Jubal was occassionally
keenly balanced.
The men cheered
and patted Angus on his back, then returned their hands to Ox and
Arlen. They became more reverent and serious. They closed
their eyes and began to think about the proto-embryo as Ox released it
and it began its trip to its resting place for the next eighteen
weeks. It swam and swam as it was now full of its father’s
genetic information and was ready to begin life as the son of Arlen
Jones and Lazarus Long. It was urged on and directed by a strong
force of masculine identity which seemed to surround it and give it
even greater strength to reach its goal. It found its
ultimate position and received a blessing from its progenitor that it
had found its anchor,— its new home for four and a half months, and it
attached itself. Ox notified his Godparents and his boys, it was
accomplished.
“You may remove
your hands, gentlemen. My mate has conceived.” announced
Lazarus. There was a brief cheer went up from the men.
“Now, gentlemen, if you will focus your attention on my mate’s rear, we
have a brief wait to see if our efforts have been successful.”
“What happens
if’n it weren’t successful, Master Long?” asked Bobby Jessup.
“The
proto-embryo will die after twenty-four hours. It will
automatically release from its position and be passed as waste.”
“How sad.”
commented Lucas.
“Yes, the
thought is sad, Son; however, I’ve never heard of one not taking and
being successful. They’re far more strong and resilient than the
average human embryo. They are also imbued with certain genetic
information the average fetus doesn’t have like how to crawl to its
secondary parent after birth and find food and lodging.” The
cowboys chuckled at Lazarus explanation.
Time passed, and
Little Bear was the first to exclaim.
“It took!” he
pointed to Arlen’s sphincter.
Sure enough,
Arlen’s anus was beginning to glow a bright cherry red color. The
men cheered and started congratulating Lazarus, Arlen and Ox.
Cable appeared and began to pass out fine Cuban cigars to the
men. He asked they not light up until after they left
sickbay. They stuffed them in their pockets. Waco wanted to
know if he and his men could try one. Charlie winked at Lazarus.
“Of course you
men can try one! S’time you men learned the pleasure of a fine,
quality cigar,— right, Bobby?” Charlie asked with a big shit
eating grin on his face.
“Couldn’t agree
with you more, Master Charlie. Them boys need to experience some
of the better things of life.” Then Bobby broke up laughing.
All the cowboys
patted each other on the back and encouraged the boys as they laughed
their ass’s off knowing what would happen.
Ox and Arlen lay
hooked together for a good while afterward. Cable brought back
the liquid metal blanket and placed it over them. It was only a
matter of time before Arlen’s system absorbed enough of Ox’s fluid for
him to relax his inflated knob and withdraw.
Cable and his
men brought in another cart of refreshments for the men and told them
they may put their clothes back on. No one seemed to be in any
hurry to comply, and since Lazarus didn’t seem to respond immediately,
they didn’t see any need to either. They seemed to be comfortable
with each other in the raw. Bobby Jessup had a drink in one hand
and his other arm around his boy holding him close to his body so his
hard dick was pressed into the small of Travis’ back. Travis
looked like he was in heaven being so close and intimate with his dad
in such a public way; however, he began to think of these men as his
extended family. He knew and loved every one of them. It
didn’t seem wrong or perverted, it seemed right,— like he was a small
part of a greater whole of acceptance. All the men shared his
feelings.
They relaxed and
talked until finally Ox released his Godfather from his swollen knob
and gently removed his huge shaft from Arlen. Arlen immediately
felt empty, but could feel he still retained a lot of fluid. Ox
left the table to be cleaned up by David and Jonathan, as Arlen slowly
sat up on the edge of the table. The men cheered and applauded
for the two of them. Arlen smiled faintly. Lazarus went to
him and held him in his arms.
“Through all of
this, have I bothered to tell you I love you?” he asked Arlen.
“No, but I don’t
expect it much from you no more. After three hundred years with
you, if’n I don’t know by now, I guess I never will, but you know what?”
“It’s always
good to hear?” asked Lazarus.
“Bingo,
cowboy!” Arlen smiled at him.
“Well, before
God and all these cowboys, two sons, one Volgoron Godson, and three
bio-mechanoid sons, let it be known, Lazarus Long loves his pard and
mate, Arlen Jones. No man has ever had a finer mate.”
Lazarus kissed Arlen and held him tightly. Arlen
responded in kind. All the men went crazy applauding and stomped
their boots.
“How do you
feel?” Lazarus asked Arlen with concern.
“Pregnant.” he
grinned real big, leaned back, spread his legs to show his audience his
bright, cherry-red asshole. It was much brighter now and got
comparisons to Rudolph’s nose. They all cheered and applauded
again. They were being silly and loving the comradery of the
seeming improbability of the situation.
“You gentlemen
are all invited back for the birth of our son approximately eighteen
weeks from now. That should be around the last week in April;
however, we’ll have the med-bots and Kryscellians confirm a date.”
Slowly the men
got dressed and continued their conversations and good time with each
other. Waco marveled at the genuineness and comradery of the men,
both freemen and slaves. They all seemed to get along and admire
one another for the talents and strengths each brought to the
group. While there was a definite acceptance of protocol there
was no division of admiration or love for one another.
“I don’t envy
you this evening, Hank.” grinned Charlie to his slave.
“Ah, Master,
don’t I know it; however, I’m leaving Mistress Ida to talk with you.”
Hank roared with laughter. “I think I can handle ma’ boy, but I ain’t
so sure I can explain this one to her, Sir.”
“So, you’re
gonna’ drop it in my lap,— huh, slave?” Charlie laughed with Hank.
“Master, you
know I don’t beg often; however, this is one time I’m a’ hit’n my
knees, Sir. Don’t my good blow job amount for nothing between us,
Master?” Hank laughed.
“What?
H’it’s only what a good and considerate slave should do for his
Master.” Charlie had Hank going, and all the men were laughing at their
exchange.
“Of course
you’re right, Master Charlie. I have no right to ask other than
when it comes to that woman,— as much as I love her,— I fear her a durn
site more’n I do you, Sir.” The cowboys went crazy laughing at
Hank.
“All right, I’ll
make you a deal. Beginning tomorrow,— for two full weeks,— when
you finish work in the evenings you clean up, but you stay buck ass
naked, ‘cept’n for yore’ boots, until you go to bed. Days off
like tomorrow, less’n you go to church with us, you spend the whole day
naked as a jay bird. You gotta’ be naked in her house as well as
ours when you come for supper. You agree to that, and I’ll agree
to talk with her about what you witnessed here tonight.”
The men were
laughing their ass’s off at Charlie and Hank.
“Is that all,
Master?” Hank asked surprised, “You’re damn good with slaves, Master
Charlie, but chu’ ain’t no horse trader. ‘At’s fer damn sure! You
should a’ asked for a lot more’n ‘nat, Sir. You got chore’self a
deal, Master Charlie.” Hank stuck out his hand, and they shook on it.
“Cain’t say’s I
blame you none, Hank. She’s a handful. Besides, that,— ‘at
was a pert-damn good blow job you gimme.’ It was much
appreciated. H’it’s the only reason I’m making you this offer.”
“Thanks, Master
Charlie, glad to be of service even if I am git’n the better end of the
deal.”
Most of the
cowboys agreed with Hank. They all knew and had a healthy respect
for Ida Mae Wallace. The boys looked forward to looking at the
fine body of Hank Morgan for two weeks. They knew their little
brother, JR, had a permanent hard-on for the big slave. After
seeing Hank nude that evening, Lucas didn’t think he’d find it too
difficult seeing Hank naked for two weeks.
So for two weeks
afterward, Hank Morgan was buck naked from the time he got off work
until the sun rose the next morning. When his fellow slaves asked
what was going on, he just told them Master Charlie was punishing him
for something and thought it would teach him a lesson to be naked for
two weeks. His days off he was naked all day and for every meal
he took at his Master’s table he was nude. He would go to Ida’s
house naked and to the big house to have supper with Charlie, the boys,
Lazarus and Lucas.
He was invited
almost every evening. The boys loved to see Hank in the
raw. JR couldn’t be happier and didn’t leave Hank’s side the
whole time. He even talked his mother into letting him be naked
with Hank. They would come in for supper holding hands, buck
naked. Everyone would fall out at the two of them, but they
didn’t care. They were having a good time. JR couldn’t seem
to get enough of his big naked hero. It seemed funny to JR,— his
dick and Hank’s looked almost alike. The last evening of
Hank's agreement, he and JR met Ida Mae leaving the big house to go to
her house. They were both naked. She told her men
Master Charlie gave her the rest of the evening off, and she would be
waiting for them after they had their supper. They walked
into the common dinning room hand in hand and were surprised to see all
the
men around Master Charlie's table buck naked. Even Hank's ramrod
and Master Charlie were naked. They all whooped and laughed with
each other. They joined hands, Charlie said a blessing and they
all sat down to supper and ate in the raw,--- except for their
boots. As long as he has his boots on, a cowboy ain't totally
naked.
* * * * * * *
Before they left
the ship, Charlie told
Lazarus Hank wanted to know when
he might get a shot of the longevity serum?
“Did you explain
to him there will be some time adjustments to his lifetime slavery
conviction?” asked Lazarus.
“I did, but I
didn’t give him any specific details because, I didn’t have any to give
him. I assume this will be something that evolves from meetings
between slave owners and your administration,— however many that might
be.”
“You’re looking
at my administration, Boss.” Lazarus smiled, “But you were right
to tell him nothing has been fully decided. I think he trusts
you, Angus, and me to do the right thing by him.”
“His words
exactly, ramrod.” Charlie stated.
“Cable,— would
you please prepare a longevity serum shot for Master Charlie’s slave,
Hank Morgan, please?”
“Right away,
Father.”
“Hank, don’t
pull yore’ pants up right away. As a matter of fact, don’t put
‘em on at all. Can I see a show of hands? How many men,
slave and free, wanna’ see Hank Morgan buck naked for the rest of the
evening?” Lazarus asked everyone. Every hand on the ship
went up including the three androids. Charlie laughed
and Hank looked pained. He looked even more pained when Cable
walked up behind him and hit him in his left butt cheek with the
longevity shot. Cable wiped it good with alcohol and a piece of
cotton.
“Does this
include you talk’n Ida Mae into git’n the shot, Master Charlie?”
“Yeah,— I
suppose it does. I been work’n on her already. Believe it
or not, she done asked me about it a couple of times. I told her
we all got one, and I allowed JR to make up his own mind. She
didn’t seem to have too much problem with it; however, convincing her
is another story. I’ll do my best, but that don’t mean you can
roll over on me. You gotta’ back me up.”
“I promise,
Master. We’ll all work on her. I know JR is talk’n with her
about it. I think maybe she’ll listen to Captain Long.
Maybe we can enlist his help. I think she plans to ask him if
he'll take a look at her old pup, Scraps, for her. As you know,
he's been her
constant companion for many years. That dog practically raised
Waco and JR. Well, you know how she feels about him. He's
git'n kinda
unstable. She thinks he might be in a lot of pain. I think
she's hoping for a miracle. Ida don't wanna' give him up."
"I know. It's gonna' be hard on all of us when Scraps goes.
He's come to mean as much to the rest of us as Ida Mae."
"I
plan to tell her I done went and
got the shot tonight.” said Hank.
“You also gonna’
tell her you can’t put chore’ pants on for two weeks because of it?”
Charlie broke up laughing.
“Didn’t think a’
that, Master Charlie, but what the hell,— sounds good good to
me.” Hank brightened up.
Hank and Charlie
had all the men laughing.
* * * * * * *
Arlen was up and
around and feeling better. It wasn’t a tiring experience so much
as it was an emotional and physically erotic experience to the
max. It left Arlen drained, but he leaned on his tall partner for
support and they made a fine looking couple. Charlie commented to
Angus, if any two men should have children it should be Lazarus and
Arlen. Several of the other cowboys agreed with him.
Lazarus asked
Charlie and Angus if they would be Godfathers to his and Arlen’s new
son. They were surprised and deeply touched Lazarus would ask
them. Of course they accepted.
Bryce and Lucas
were feeling more like brothers as they shared more experiences with
each other. Bryce told Lucas he had seen the video they watched
many times, but he had never seen an actual impregnation between a
Volgoron and a human male. He was as impressed as Lucas was.
Angus, Bill and
Shane said their goodbyes and stepped through the portal into their
barn. Lazarus made a quick adjustment, and after Bobby and Travis
hugged and kissed, Ranger Gibbons and Bobby Jessup stepped though into
Ranger’s barn. Ranger thought in the old days, he and Bobby might
be arrested and accused of witchcraft for traveling from place to place
so quickly. He wasn’t real sure modern day church folks wouldn’t
do the same thing.
The evening was
coming to and end and Hank was going to do as Captain Long told him and
leave the ship naked as the day he was born; however, it was getting
pretty cold outside. Lazarus and Charlie decided he should wear
his clothes between houses, but he must undress once he got
there. Hank put his clothes on and said his goodbyes to
everyone. The boys left with him, escorted him back to Ida Mae’s
house and bid him goodnight and good luck. As the boys walked
away they could hear Ida Mae’s laughter as they imagined Hank was
undressing before her and telling her his punishment for two weeks.
The rest of the
men left after the boys and returned to their vehicles to return to
their ranches. Lazarus hadn’t installed a portal at the sheriff’s
ranch yet; nor had he installed one at Cotton and Hoot’s
ranch. It was only a matter of time. They already agreed to
it and thought it would be a good idea.
Lazarus told
Bryce and Lucas to see Arlen back to the house and see to his
comfort. He would be along in a minute. Lazarus was going
to walk the sheriff, Hoot and Cotton back to their trucks with
Charlie to say goodbye.
They said
‘goodbye’ to the sheriff first and he left; then, Lazarus and Charlie
walked Cotton and Hoot to their truck.
“You men hear
any more rumblings from old man Stamper about selling any of his boys?”
Lazarus asked Cotton and Hoot. He saw Charlie look at him from
the corner of his eye, grin and raise an eyebrow.
“Naw, Sir, he’s
been pretty quiet since he sold Caleb, Master Long; howsomever, ‘at
don’t mean we won’t and h’it don’t mean we can’t contact him to feel
him out. We run into him all the time. He’s used to us
dropping by the honky-tonk where he drinks. We’s all the time
buy’n him drinks to oil him up a bit. He tells us we’s his
buddies then makes fun of us behind our backs. We don’t give a
shit. We live our lives like we want to and fuck the rest of them
bastards. He tells ever’ one we’s trying to git him into
bed. What a laugh. He smells so bad most of the time, if’n
we ain’t had a few drinks ourselves we cain’t git near him. We
jes’ buy him drinks for PR and to prime the pump. After he’s had
a few stiff drinks, he gits all dramatic and yells and screams he ought
a’ sell the lot of them boys. They’s no damn good to him no
ways. We’s in there,— what, Cotton,— a week ago?”
“Yeah, it was
last Friday night we stopped by for a couple, and he was really
down. Said he should a’ never sold his youngest for dog food.”
Cotton said smiling. “Kept say’n what he done weren’t right.”
“‘Course, we
sympathized with him, but we asked him why he didn’t call us to deal
with the boy? We could a’ probably got him more money and we’d a
trained the boy to be a first class cocksucker. He wouldn’t a’
had to die a horrible death like he done. We kept talking about
the poor kid’s last few moments of life and the horror he must have
experienced
before they flung him off into the grinding machine. We had the
old man wailing from a guilty conscience.” Hoot grinned wickedly.
“I think he was
more in pain over the fact we might a’ been able to git him a
little more money than he was concerned about the boy. Anyway, we
keep on prime’n the pump ever’ time we see him. Hoot thinks he’s
ripe for making a move. He didn’t git that much from the sale of
Caleb, and he’s about run through it already. He’s been on a
bender since he heard the kid was ground up for dog food.” Cotton told
them. “Must a’ really got to him.”
“Good, I hope it
eats his black heart out.” allowed Lazarus as Charlie
chuckled. “Tell you what, gentlemen,— I want you to do something
for me.”
“Anything,
Master Long, you know that.” Hoot responded.
Lazarus reached
for his billfold, pulled out five one hundred dollar bills and handed
them to
Hoot.
“This is a
retainer and pump primer. It’s to buy you gentlemen a couple of
drinks at that honkey-tonk where old man Stamper hangs out. This
ought a’ be enough to oil his pump handle. Tell him you got an
interested buyer what’s hot to buy five brothers as slaves, but he has
to sell all five boys at once to get the best price for ‘em.
If he asked who wants to buy ‘em, you tell him the buyer must remain
anonymous, ‘cause if’n he’s gonna’ sell ‘em, better he not know where
they’re going anyway. Assure him they’ll be in a better place
than he’s providing for them, but use tact. I know you men know
how to present a deal. Ask him to set a price for all five, and
let’s see what he comes up with. Don’t give him no idea how high
I’m willing to go, but my bottom line is fifty thou for each boy;
however, tell him I’m willing to pay your commission. I know you
told me ten percent, but if’n you pull this off for me, I’ll guarantee
you twenty percent. Master Charlie’s our witness.”
“Ah, hell, a
handshake with you will do, Master Long. Master Charlie, too.”
Cotton allowed.
“No, no,— now
this is business. That would git old man Stamper a quarter of a
million old U.S. dollars for ‘em. They’s worth half again as much
as the new ‘Amero’ dollars. I’ll pay you men the same
currency. ‘At’s one hell of a lot of money for a brown dirt
irrigation farmer what ain’t brought in a profit crop in a several
years. Tell him that’s the only deal your buyer is interested
in. That’s his bottom line. Take it or leave it. Even
if he turns you down,— don’t try to sell him. Thank him kindly
for listening and walk away. Greed will sell them boys to
me. You jes’ wait’n see. He’ll come around.”
“Damn, Master
Long. You play hardball, but that’s more’n a fair price for them
five boys. He ain’t never home to watch ‘em and take care of ‘em
no ways. They’s get’n into all sorts of trouble around
town. It’s too bad. They’s basically good boys and would be
if’n they had someone to show a little interest in ‘em; somebody what
would hank ‘em up by the short hairs. They need control and
discipline. I’d love to git my hands on ‘em. They cleaned
up their act for a while after they seen what their daddy done to their
youngest brother. Now, they’s back to raising hell again.
It may be our chance to git in with Sheriff Lassiter.”
“I think you men
are already in pert-damn tight with him. The sheriff is a man
what believes in family, and I think he’s accepted ever’ one associated
with my ramrod and this ranch as his extended family.” allowed Charlie.
“I agree with my
boss man, gentlemen. Don’t think you’ll have no problems with the
sheriff from here on. I’ll put a bug in his ear if he hears of
them boys git’n into trouble to let you know immediately.”
“Thanks, Master
Long, we appreciate that.” said Hoot.
“No problem,
gentlemen. Now, I’ll pay you men twenty percent in old U.S.
dollars which is fifty thou plus; however, I want you to train all five
of them for me. What will it cost me for you to train all five?”
“We usually get
ten thou per slave; however, for you and five at once we can do it for
thirty-five.”
“No,— I’ll pay
you your usual rate of ten thou per man because, you see, there’s a
catch to my offer.”
The men were
quiet waiting for the other boot to drop.
“I may need you
to keep them for me for a while after you train ‘em; however, I’m
willing to pay for their slave chow and any extra things you have to
buy to accommodate them.”
“Hell, that
won’t be no problem, Master Long. We though it was gonna’ be
some’um hard.” Hoot responded.
“Well, it may be
in a way, because I want ‘em to continue with their schooling.
They’re gonna’ need school clothes, books and other things the average
slave don’t need. I don’t want ‘em having more than they
absolutely need, but I want them looked after. If you ain’t got a
place to keep ‘em separate from your other slaves, let’s us build ‘em a
bunkhouse, and I’ll pay for it. Let’s git together and draw up
some
plans. We’ll build it bigger than you need for them, so you can
have another nice addition. Then, when I need ‘em, you got
chore’self another slave bunkhouse. You see, gentlemen, this is
only the first of several transactions I may want you to take care of
for me. Work with me, and I promise you will be amply rewarded
for your hard work, your dedication and your willingness to keep our
dealings as private as possible.”
Cotton and Hoot
looked at each other and broke out into broad smiles.
“We’ll be happy
to work with you, Master Long. Call on us anytime. We’ll
git back to you the minute we find out anything.”
“Good, glad you
gentlemen could be with us this evening, and we’ll look forward to
hearing from you soon. The holidays are upon us, and I know we’ll
spend some time together then.”
Cotton and Hoot
said their ‘goodbyes,’ shook both men’s hands and left. Charlie
and Lazarus walked back toward the houses together.
“You really
gonna’ buy them boys, ramrod?”
“Yes, Sir,
Boss,— ‘at’s my plan. Just ‘cause their daddy is a lost soul
ain’t no reason them boys have to be. If we can git ‘em and make
slaves out of ‘em for a number of years, we jes’ might have a chance of
turning ‘em into good, decent members of our community. Besides,
I ain’t shared this with no one else,— their names are on my
list. I don’t want Lucas knowing yet. I won’t hide it from
him forever. He’s much too clever a young man. He can pull
a lot of information out of folks just by observation and listening
carefully. I’ll tell him soon enough, but I don’t want him overly
concerned right now. He’s got enough on his plate to adjust to
his new world and taking care of me. I’m convinced he’s serious
about being my slave, and I want to see how far he’ll go without a lot
of training or supervision.”
“I take it you
already have that kind of money to make these purchases?” Charlie
asked.
“More than you
know, Boss. Sometime I’ll show you the gathered wealth on my
ship. Every ship has as much or more than my ship. I had
the money to buy Lucas, but you came though for me in an emergency when
I needed you. It was easier to finance him through you, and I
realized it would raise less eyebrows than if I suddenly came up with a
large sum of money. With Cotton and Hoot, I can pay them in cash
and have them act as dealers and buyers for me without a lot of paper
trail.”
“Where did all
this ‘old’ money come from?” inquired Charlie.
“Treasure from
sunken ships of all kinds and ages. Money from drug bust that
went bad. Billions in Federal money from the new Theocratic
regime that was illegally transferred to off shore accounts during the
early years that suddenly disappeared in route. No trace of it
has ever been found. The sale from untold wealth of precious
stones and metals. There’s more gold bullion on my ship than
backs up the new Theocratic Republic. So, if you need the rest of
your money sooner, I’m perfectly willing to repay you.”
“No, no, this is
working out fine for me. You earn ever’ damn penny I’m paying you
so it’s just as easy for me to deduct it and keep tabs. What will
you do with the Stamper boys?”
“Don’t know
yet. I’m open for suggestions. There’s all sorts of things
we can do with ‘em to make them into useful and productive
slaves. If you wanted to expand yore’ operations we might use
them here. If we can’t use ‘em, maybe Angus can. We’ll find
something for them, but I have some other thoughts in the back of my
mind I’ll share with you as we go along. If what I think might
happen, them boys will be the first of a bunch of young men and maybe
women we can save in this community and other communities as
well. If we set goals for them, they work with a good
attitudes and learn from their enslavement, we can contract with
them to give them their freedom after a while.
“I think I’m
beginning to understand how you think, ramrod. You’re looking on
slaves living and interrelating with one another like you’d like to see
a community of folks living,--- working together and taking care of
each other; teaching them the value of cooperation and hard work
without the trauma and segregation organized religion creates in a
community.”
“You are
beginning to understand me; however, where do you think I got the
idea?” Lazarus paused for a moment at looked at Charlie.
“From me and my
brother?” Charlie asked.
“Exactly,
Boss. I don’t only call you ‘boss’ jes’‘cause I work for
you. I call you ‘boss’ because of the respect I have for you and
your way of dealing with folks, freemen and slaves. You give your
brother a lot of credit, but I’ve watched the two of you. You
play off’n each other. You learn and grow together. You
leapfrog over one another in your development. Angus learns as
much or more from you than you do from him. He knows his little
brother is smarter than him in certain areas; just like you realize
he’s more mature and knowledgeable in certain areas. You depend
on each other for support. It’s as it should be between
brothers.”
“I suppose
you're
right; however, I’m beginning to learn from you. We ain’t never
had the slave-hands run more smoothly since you took over. They
would lay down their lives for you,--- to a man. Curley and Hank
think you’re the best thing to happen to the ranch. I think
Curley might have had some mixed feelings at first, but now he sees his
job much easier with you being in charge. Him and Hank don’t have
to keep running to me for ever’ damn thing what comes up. It jes’
makes things more efficient all way ‘round.”
“I enjoy working
with the men. At the end of a day I feel like we accomplished
something. That’s what life’s all about when you think about it,
Boss.”
“I have to laugh
sometimes. If anyone came around looking for the ramrod of the
ranch they couldn’t tell you from one of the men. You’re usually
the dirtiest one out there. I think that’s why the men admire you
so much. You ain’t afraid to git in and git dirty. You work
right along side them. You don’t ask them to do nothing you won’t
do yourself.”
“That’s the way
I’ve always been. If I ask a man to do something and he don’t
want to, I do it. Most times it makes him ashamed of himself and
the next thing ya’ know he’s work’n right along side me. Git’s it
done quicker, too.” Lazarus cuckled.
“You looking
forward to have another son, ramrod?” Charlie asked.
“Scared to
death, Boss. I was a complete and total failure with the two boys
I raised before. They’re both dead. Been dead for hundreds
of years and, I never built up the courage to try again. Along
come Lucas, and my heart went out to him. After he saved the
sheriff’s life I knew I’d done the right thing, and I see in him
qualities I want in a son. Arlen’s been nipping at my heels to
have another son, but this time with him. I may lean on you,
Boss, for advice.” Lazarus said sincerely. Charlie laughed.
“The way you’re
handling Lucas and the boys, you ain’t gonna’ have no problems, ramrod.”
The men came to
the front door of the big house. Charlie shook Lazarus’ hand and
congratulated him on becoming a dad. They hugged and Lazarus
walked toward the foreman’s house. Lucas was sitting in the swing
on the front porch. He bounded down the steps and ran toward
Lazarus. Lazarus opened his arms and Lucas jumped into them,
hugged and kissed him. Lazarus laughed, hugged and kissed him
back.
“Wow,— what’s
this all about?”
“I jes’ wanted
to tell you how proud of you I am and how happy Bryce and I are to have
a little brother on the way.”
“That’s
nice. You ain’t gonna’ feel jealous or threatened are you?”
“Gosh, no,
Dad. You picked me out to be your son. With him, you gotta’
take what chu’ gits.”
Lazarus roared
with laugher and thought, ‘Out of the mouth's of babes.’
“Got a point
there, Son, but I have a feeling you’ll show him the ropes.
You’ll be loving but firm with him.”
“I’ll teach him
by showing him how much I love and respect you, Sir.”
“Then he can’t
fail to be a good man, can he?” Lazarus put his arm around Lucas’
shoulder, pulled him close, and stole a kiss.
“We got Master
Arlen cleaned up, and I got him something to eat. He was
hungry. He let me clean him up in the shower and told me I done a
good job. I was tuckered when I got through. They’s a lot
more of him to warsh than you, Dad.” Lucas laughed.
“Yeah, he’s a
big ole cowboy. ‘At’s why I picked him for a partner.
They’s a lot more to love. When I picked him I picked me a giant,
economy size, industrial strength buckaroo. Ain’t never regretted
my decision neither.”
“He’s awful damn
big,— all over. Can I ask you a question, Dad?”
“The answer is
‘yes’! I ride that big thing ever’ damn chance I git.”
Lazarus chuckled and Lucas broke up laughing. “Yore’ old man
needs his itch scratched from time to time jes’ like any other
man. It would be a shame to have a partner with a ‘scratcher’
like Captain Jones’ and not take advantage of it,— now wouldn’t it?”
Lazarus had
Lucas laughing all the way back to the house. They went inside
and found Bryce and Arlen sitting at the kitchen table having coffee
and a piece of pie Lucas got them. Arlen got up and embraced
Lazarus. Lazarus kissed the big man gently.
“I love you,
cowboy.” he said quietly.
“Careful,
partner. Telling me you love me twice in one evening is setting
precedents. You know what happens when you set precedents;
however, I think I could live with it without too much
problem.” Arlen gently chided him. He took Lazarus’ hand
and moved it down to his belly. “I got chore’ love growing inside
me, right there, partner. Our first bairn together. You
know how long I’ve waited to make this dream come true? You
gotta’ know I love you, Lazarus. I’m jes’ s’damn glad you
finally decided to do it. You know how long I been sniff’n ‘round
your flanks like a mare in estrus. I can’t wait to have him, but
I know each day is gonna’ be a journey. I should start getting
sick in the mornings in a couple of days. I already feel
different.”
Bryce and Lucas
high-fived each other. He threw his arms around his little
brother and stole a kiss as they watched their parents act like two
newly weds. Lazarus sat down and had a cup of coffee and a piece
of pie with his small family. Somehow, the pie and coffee tasted
extra good that evening, and he couldn’t seem to make his friend down
South behave. All it could think about was getting into his mates
hot ass a couple more times before they had to depart for their ship
tomorrow afternoon. He knew with all the extra blood engorging
Arlen’s anus, he would be a hot fuck that evening.
Lazarus and
Arlen announced to the young men they were retiring early. This
time they didn’t try to make excuses. They simply told Bryce and
Lucas they wanted to spend some quality time together. They
bid their family ‘goodnight’ and left them to themselves. Lucas
fixed Bryce another cup of coffee and got himself a glass of milk from
the fridge. He asked Lazarus before he left if he could have a
piece of pie, and he told Lucas to help himself.
It felt so
strange to the boy helping himself to a treat he was never able to
experience
before. He mentioned it to Bryce, even though he never forgot he
was Master Lazarus’ slave he felt so much more free than he had
before in his life. Bryce couldn’t imagine what the boy went
through. Lazarus sent before and after pictures of the boy’s
surgery, but neither he nor Arlen could believe how badly messed up
Lucas’ face was. They couldn’t imagine a father could be
responsible for beating his child so viciously. Worse yet, he got
away with it. He claimed, and his boys backed him up, he caught
the boy begging his brothers to let him suck their dicks.
Of course,
nothing could’ve been further from the truth, but after his brothers
ganged up on him, old man Stamper took their word for it. It was
easier to beat up and cast away a deformed child for his sin than to
possibly admit the other five were complicit. No court in the
current Theocratic Republic would convict the old man for almost
killing his son because he found out he was a cocksucker. Stamper
immediately took the boy to the sheriff’s station and had him thrown in
a cell as a slave. That act alone was enough to absolve the old
man.
Bryce asked
gentle questions of his little brother, and Lucas responded
quietly. He never really talked with anyone about what he
went through at home with his brothers. He told Lazarus bits and
pieces when he was asked, but this was the first time he ever told the
whole story. Bryce was amazed and couldn’t believe some of the
things Lucas was telling him, but he dare not indicate he didn’t trust
his word. As incredible as Lucas’ story was, Bryce felt in his
gut every word was true. It brought him close to the boy.
It
made
him want, all the more, to be his big brother and offer him what advice
and protection he could. It was a new beginning for both men.
* * * * * * *
Lazarus managed
to sink his big, cowboy dick into his mate. Arlen was really
tight. They discussed whether Arlen fully absorbed most of
the liquid from Garron’s amniotic fluid.
“I may have a
little left, but not much. We can put several towels under me to
protect the bed. There shouldn’t be any problem. Besides,
if there’s any question the embryo was fertilized, your come up my butt
will do the trick. To have a little fluid left for it to swim in
couldn’t be a bad thing.”
Lazarus groaned
and Arlen sighed deeply as he sunk the last few inches of his big cock
into his ass. He was home. He was surrounded by the big
body of the man he’d loved for several hundred years. They had
their ups and downs, but they’d weathered the storms any strong
relationship might go through. They knew each other so well they
knew each button to push to get the greatest pleasure reaction from the
other. Arlen once joked and told Lazarus what they did in bed
together couldn’t be qualified as sex. He thought it was far too
obscene and nasty to classify as a simple sexual act.
He equated it
more to a lusty act in a Roman Circus Maximus, where a rider
standing on the back of
four horses with two sets of reins in each hand raced other similarly
mounted riders to reach their final goal; or, an act one might
find in an old Roman arena. The
biggest, strongest, most fearsome gladiators would be released on a
group
of young Christian boys to deflower them before throngs of cheering
lusty, common folks. After sampling them, each gladiator would
pick
his choice, throw him over his shoulder and take him back to his
barracks as his sex-toy slave-boy. The younger boys would all be
in tears; however, several of the older one’s would have big smiles on
their faces as they were carried away.
Arlen and
Lazarus were raised as cowboys and were used to doing everything
balls-out. They lived hard, rodeoed hard, fought hard, played
hard and
took their pleasure in each other with the same gusto. Their was
some gentleness, but damn little. It was a need they
shared. The one doing the taking, took what he needed with as
much enthusiasm as they brought to rodeoing. The one giving it up
worked just as hard to make damn sure his partner had a good
ride. There was rarely a call for a re-ride.
Lazarus quickly
built them both to a climax. Arlen’s ass was burning up and was
slightly swollen from being engorged with blood. Lazarus let out
a whoop he was sure the boys would hear, but he couldn’t help himself
as he emptied his balls deep within his mate’s ass. Arlen bucked
and pitched his hips to give Lazarus the best ride he could and
wouldn’t settle for anything else than draining his mate into
him. He finally erupted himself and shot all over the
place. Lazarus collapsed on top of Arlen and began to make love
to him. This was the part Arlen secretly loved between
them. He drank in Lazarus’ love like an empty vessel.
They lay hooked
together for quite a while saying outrageous things to each other only
lovers should hear; complementing one another on their coupling as
being
one of their best ever. Lazarus commented if he had a service
medal for best fuck in the fleet, he would surely have to award it to
Captain Jones for his meritorious service above and beyond the call of
duty to his Admiral’s dick. Arlen told him he would gratefully
accept it, but he wouldn’t know what to tell people when they ask him
about his medal of a phallus with wings spread behind the balls.
Lazarus made a few glib suggestions that had the two of them rolling on
the bed from laughter.
“I want you on
the Bandersnatch once a week to be checked out and to lay before the
Kryscellians for an hour. They’re more than willing to
help. If there’s any problems they’ll correct it and tell
us. Also, I
want you to take back with you a gallon of milk the boys will prepare
for you. You know the drill. You drank it when you were
carrying Bryce. Garron is full of milk. He’s keeping
Ranger’s wife and Travis’ mom supplied with lummox milk, and he has
plenty for you. Them boys get what’s left, but he don’t never
seem to run out. You know how he is, if’n there’s any young’uns
about, he starts producing milk. I get to see you more often this
way. Count on staying over and returning the next morning.”
“What day of the
week do you want me?”
“Every day,”
smiled Lazarus, “but, I’ll settle for Sundays. Come up and have
Sunday dinner with us. Watch the game the boys always have.
Stay the night with me on the ship and return the next morning.
The last two weeks, I want you on the Bandersnatch in case there’s any
complications. Bryce can handle things on the Raven.”
The men had
gentle sex once more in the early morning hours. They spent a
relaxed day together with Bryce, Lucas, Ox, the boys and Charlie.
The boys didn’t
try to keep Arlen’s pregnancy secret from JR. They explained as
best they could what took place. He was a bit disappointed he
couldn’t be there with Hank to watch, but he understood there was a
certain age a boy became a man and could be included in ‘man’
things. Waco had to wait until he was twelve to be
included. He didn’t really see much difference in watching the
animals on the ranch breed. The boys agreed with him. That
seemed to help him some.
* * * * *
* *
The next morning
Lucas and Bryce were up early. They made breakfast for the four
of them. The men could’ve gone to the big house for
breakfast, but Lucas was going to go up later to help Ida Mae with
Sunday dinner. Waco and his men usually pitched in
to make Ida’s job a little easier for her. Of course, JR and Hank
were helping. Lucas had a difficult time keeping his mind
on his business with Hank in his birthday suit. He had to admit
the big man was a fine looking piece of masculine flesh. He could
tell JR was going to look just like him.
After dinner
there was another football game, but this time Bryce played on Lucas,
Little Bear and JR’s team and they walked all over Waco and Travis and
the
slave-hands who played on their team. Waco and Travis were good
sports and were still talking about getting Lucas to play with them on
the school team. Lazarus was walking on air. He was proud
of Lucas and Bryce. He let them know it, too.
The afternoon
came to an end and it was time for Arlen and Bryce to return to the
Raven. Lazarus and Lucas walked them back to the Bandersnatch to
say ‘goodbye’ and see them off. After the football game Lucas and
Bryce really seemed to bond. They walked behind Arlen and Lazarus
arm
in arm, talking about different plays. Bryce was all the more
taken with his new little brother and didn’t try to hold back his
affection. Neither did Lucas.
Lucas shed a few
tears as he said ‘goodbye’ to Arlen and Bryce. He had come to
love them in a short period of time and couldn’t wait to see them
again. Captain Jones invited him to come visit with his dad
sometime soon and spend an evening in the jungle. They would
introduce him to some wonderful new things. He would have much
more
to tell the Kryscellians. Lucas loaded up Bryce and
Captain Jones with a couple of boxes of food Ida Wallace prepared for
them of leftover fried chicken and all the fixings to go along with
it. They appreciated another chance to have some more good home
cooking.
They walked
though the portal and were gone. Lazarus shut down the
portal. Lucas threw his arms around Lazarus and hugged him.
“I know,— I miss
them already, too.” Lazarus said quietly.
“I feel almost
selfish, Dad.”
“Why?”
“‘Cause I got
you all to myself. I know how much they love you. H’it
ain’t right for you to be apart.”
“You’re
right. H’it ain’t right, but it has to be for a while; however,
when you’re talking ten years when you got hundreds more to look
forward to, to be together,— why, it’s just a drop in the bucket.
The older you get, yore’ concept of time and investments in people will
change. For instance,--- you’ll be my son for many years to
come. Six years being my slave will pass before you know
it. Then, less’n you wanna’ stay on as my slave for a while
longer, we’ve got many years to be father and son.”
“I’ve thought of
that, Dad. I ain’t gonna’ dwell on it until it’s looking me in
the face. Right now, I jes’ wanna’ be what you need and what I
need to be. What I need to be is your slave and to take care of
you.”
“Good.
Then let’s say ‘goodnight’ to your android brothers and head on back to
our house.”
Lazarus and
Lucas left the ship and the barn. They walked slowly back to the
foreman’s house. Lazarus had his arm around Lucas and they were
still talking.
“You gonna’ bunk
it in with your old man, tonight, Son?”
“If’n you need
me. Yes, Sir, I’d be happy to.”
“Hell, I’ll
always need you. You done told me that,” Lazarus laughed, “
and you were right. I think I might need ju’ jes’ a little more
this evening. I’m gonna’ be missing my partner pert-damn bad,
especially after knocking him up this weekend. It would be nice
to have the winning quarterback sleep’n next to me, honcho.” Lazarus
chuckled.
“We’s jes’
lucky, Dad.” Lucas said quietly.
“So you
say. I was watching the game. What I saw weren’t
luck. You get better ever’ game you play, Son. Bryce
weren’t no slouch, and the two of you inspired Little Bear and JR to
play their best. H’it takes a good quarterback to get his men to
play like that. I’m looking forward to you playing on the school
team. We’ll see how you progress with your reading and your time
spent with the Kryscellians. I ain’t gonna’ push ya’ none.”
“Thanks,
Dad. I don’t wanna’ go to school and be an idiot. I want to
know some things so’s I don’t stand out. I don’t want Caleb’s
brothers git’n no ideas about who I might be. I know Master Waco,
Travis, Little Bear, or JR would never say nothing. They’d be the
first ones to hide my identity or stand up for me.”
“I think you’re
gonna’ do fine, Lucas. Just keep on like you’re doing and you’ll
be caught up and ready in no time.”
The men got back
to the house and it was still early evening; however, Monday was a work
day for Lazarus and he got up before dawn to have breakfast, saddle up
and be out with his men ready for another hard day.
Lucas took care
of his master in the shower and toweled him dry afterward. He
cleaned and dried himself and crawled into bed next to Lazarus.
Lucas didn’t wait for an invitation and moved over into Lazarus’
arm. They didn’t talk much more but held each other for a
while. Lazarus went to give Lucas a kiss goodnight, and found him
sound asleep. Being a good quarterback and playing his hardest
also made for a tired little man. Lazarus kissed him on his
forehead and pulled the covers up around him, rolled over and drifted
off to sleep.
* * * * * *
*
Ox slept with
his young master that evening. Waco sent his two slaves to his
other room and closed the door between them for privacy. He
didn’t care if Travis and Little Bear wanted to share a little love
with each other. He felt he needed to be alone and private with
his lummox. They spoke to each other in their heads.
<<
Lummy, have you ever seen the video Master Lazarus showed us last
evening of the big Volgoron Captain and his mate the Lieutenant
Commander? >>
<< Yes,
young Master. I watched it several times. I know Captain
Trong and Lieutenant Commander Fielding well. The Lieutenant
Commander is now a full Commander, and they had one more bairn since
that holograph was made. >>
<< You
remember me telling you about voices I hear? >> Waco asked.
<< I
remember you saying something about it, but you never told me what they
said. I heard them myself the night of the slave ceremony.
>>
<< Will it
come to pass, do you think? >>
<< Do you
want it to, Master Waco? >>
<< I think
so, Lummy. I think I’m falling in love with you. I never
thought such a thing was possible until I saw Captain Trong and
Commander Fielding. They seemed so happy together. >>
<<
They are very happy together, and their children are
wonderful. They’re intelligent, loving, care about each other and
are respectful to their parents. I think you’re a little too
young to be think’n about things like that. If it comes to pass
it will because we have no other choice. You will know, and I
will know. I’ve heard tell there’s no stronger bond in the
universe than that between a male Volgoron and a male human.
>>
<< I ain’t
think’n on it a lot. It’s jes’ something I wanted to talk with
you about. You told me you would own me and be a good slave for
me. You told me the truth. I think you do own my heart,
Lummy, and you’ve been the best slave to me and my brothers.
You’re as good to them, JR, and Lucas as you are to me, and I love you
for that. >>
<< You
gotta’ know how much I care for you, Master Waco. I ain’t real
good at hide’n my feelings. I fell in love with you the minute I
saw you. You ran to me and threw your arms around me without
hesitation. You weren’t the least bit afraid of me because of my
size. You captured my heart. I knew you would take me home
with you and take good care of me. Now, would my young Master
like me to take care of him? >>
<< No, I
want something else tonight. I’ve thought about it since
yesterday when I watched Captain Trong kiss the Commander and it
occurred to me,— y’ain’t never kissed me, Lummy. Would you kiss
me? >>
<< I ain’t
never kissed you ‘cause I didn’t wanna’ do something you might not
wanna’ do, Master Waco. It’s been in my heart ever’ day since
becoming your slave that one day I would like to take you in my arms
and kiss you like you should
be kissed; however, do you think you’re ready for it? I’m so
much older and bigger than you right now. I won’t always be, once
you grow into
manhood. >>
<< Cain’t
hurt none to try, Lummy. I think I’m ready. >>
<< Very
well,— relax and close your eyes. >>
Waco did as his
lummox suggested and relaxed. Ox scooped the boy up into his huge
hairy arms, cradled him and gently covered his smaller mouth with his
huge one. He let Waco take over from there, but he began to sing
to the man-child he held in his arms. The deep bass tones rumbled
into Waco’s soul. Like all lummox songs there were no words, but
there was no doubt in Waco’s mind he was hearing and feeling a love
song. A lilting rumbling sound that bespoke joy and sensuality in
the connecting of two loving bodies. Waco got more
into kissing his lummox, until it was no longer a strange or alien
thing. They merged as one and became lost in each other.
The more Waco kissed his huge slave the harder his penis became until
he was almost hyperventilating. Ox gently broke off their kiss,
and Waco
managed to gasp out.
“Please,
take me,
Lummy,— I’m yours. You own me. Take me, my love.”
Ox didn’t need
another invitation. He took care of his young master, sang
to him of his love for him, held him close in his massive furry arms,
and kept him warm all through the dark winter’s night.
End Chapter 15 ~
Waco’s Lummox
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