WACO’S
LUMMOX
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
19
The party broke
up early. Everyone said goodbye and left. The Stamper boys
were impressed by the ramrod from the Goodnight ranch and his
son. They were somewhat confused, because Lucas was his father’s
slave, but they also noticed all the men went out of their way to
include him in everything. One or the other of them, including
their Masters, had an arm around him, holding him close at all
times. He was rarely left alone. He seemed to be genuinely
enjoying their attention.
Everyone left
and the boys were alone with their boss. Blake complemented them
on the way they behaved themselves and told Sam he did a good job of
paying homage to the free men and Masters. His brothers agreed
with Blake. The boys begin to get ready for bed. They had
several questions for their boss before they left for the showers.
“How much do you
know about Master Long’s son, boss?” asked Sam.
“Not much.
I know he’s a good and honest young man. I play football with
him, Master Waco and his slaves every Sunday. I always play on
Lucas’ team. He’s the quarterback, and he’s a damn fine
athlete. I’d hate to judge who was a better quarterback, him or
Master Waco. I would have to pick Lucas, but that’s because I
play on his team. I know he and Master Waco, Master Waco's
slaves, and his little brother, JR, are tight with him. They
think on him as one of their brothers. I know he loves his Master
very much and waits on him hand and foot. He helps out in the
kitchen at the big ranch house. He’s a hard worker and a
concerned person. He’s gone out of his way to be a friend to
me. I love him like he was my little brother.”
“He looks a lot
like his dad, but he don’t act like Master Long is his dad.” said Phil.
“That’s because
Lucas is a slave and his dad is his Master. They don’t have a
typical father-son relationship.”
“Yeah, but he’s
jes’ too devoted to his dad to be normal.” added Burt.
“What’s normal,
Burt? The kind of relationship you had with yore’ dad? I
don’t think so. Lucas loves his Master who jes’ happens to be his
dad. After a while, you’ll come to respect, love and appreciate
Master Hoot and Master Cotton. I already done told ju,’ when I
was first a slave, they was my trainers. I fought them tooth and
nail,— harder than you men ever’ thought about. ‘Course I was a
little older than you and set in ma’ ways. I thought I’s the
roughest, toughest, meanest damn cowpoke in the whole of West
Texas. It took ‘em damn near three full months to break me, but
when they did, I gave up my old ways, and I never had me no more
problems.
I began to learn
to trust and respect them. I even loved them for breaking me,
because before I was a bullheaded, strong willed, self-centered,
redneck, cowboy asshole what done exactly what he wanted with no
thought or consideration for anyone else’s feelings but ma' own.
Once they broke me, they began to work with me and teach me, not only
how to be a slave, but also how to be a decent human being. After
a while, it dawned on me one morning, I loved them for molding me into
a good person, a productive slave, and a better'n average cowboy.
You can’t
understand what I’m telling you now, but you will. One day you’ll
be proud to stand up and tell any man you love Master Hoot and Master
Cotton,— jes’ like Lucas ain’t ashamed to tell no man he loves his
Master. Maybe you might even find room in yore’ hearts to love a
cowboy as flawed as yore’ jigger boss,--- yore' crew leader.”
They all looked
at him funny, but no one said anything.
“I already do,
boss.” said Jeb quietly. “None a’ the rest of ma’ brothers may
admit it, but we learned a lot from you in this past month, and if’n we
can’t go to school, I’m looking forward to learning more from you over
the next year. I’ve learned more here in a month than I ever
learned sit’n in a classroom at school.”
“We’ve learned a
lot from you, Jeb. I appreciate your comment. If’n we
hadn’t worked as a team, we wouldn’t have this nice place to stay
in. You made it possible, gentlemen. You made it happen, so
be proud of yourselves and know whatever comes your way in the future,
you can handle it.”
The other
brothers came to him one by one to sake his hand and thank Blake for
being understanding with them and teaching them things. It
touched Blake, and he began to wonder if he was going to have any
problems with them. Even Burt seemed to be sincere and changing
his attitude. He seemed to be growing closer to his brothers as
he began to appreciate their talents and what each one brought to the
team. They were beginning to think of themselves not as closely
related individuals but as brothers bound together in a situation not
of their choosing, but one which forced them to bond to each
other. That evening the boys luxuriated in the simple pleasure of
enjoying enough hot water to take a long, languid shower together in
the room they created.
* * * * * * *
Lazarus had his
arm around Lucas all the way back to the ranch. He took his hand
in his other hand.
“I’m proud of
you, boy. You done good this evening.” he said quietly.
“Thanks,
Dad. I couldn’t a’ done it without everyone’s support.”
“We’re all proud
of you, Lucas.” said Charlie. “I kind a’ hope you don’t never tell them
who you was.”
“I have no
intentions of telling them any time soon, Master Charlie, if at
all. I was sit’n there thinking I was so close to them, but so
far apart from them. I really didn’t wanna’ close that gap
between us. I like where I am now, and I don’t know if I would
enjoy being their brother again. My brothers are Master Waco, Ox,
Travis, Little Bear, JR, Bryce, and Mr. Tindell. Oh, yes, and
Cable, David and Jonathan. I couldn’t have me no better
brothers. At least I know I can count on them to be there for me.”
“Well said,
young man” agreed Hank Morgan.
* * * * * * *
Blake completed
the plans for the new slave quarters. Hoot and Cotton decided
they didn’t care for the idea of a two story structure. They
thought it might be too dangerous in case of fire. They wanted
everything to be on the ground floor, ranch style; however they weren’t
opposed to creating four separate wings joined by a common room.
They wanted to attach a common room to their other slave quarter and
have Blake and the boys continue their remodeling of the current common
room so they could use it as another slave quarter.
Blake and the
boys had their work cut out for them and as soon as the plans were
approved, the material delivered, they set into work. By that
time, Blake had all the tools he needed and several extra Skil saws so
the boys wouldn’t have to be fighting over them. The foundations
were laid as one complete unit; however, they built one section at a
time. The further they went the more experienced the boys became
until they were working at peak output as a team. Blake was proud
of them. He hadn’t had any major problems with any of them.
In two months they almost had one wing of the structure
completed. It was Blake’s plan to complete one wing as the boys
permanent residence, and they would finish the rest from there.
It was turning out to be nicer than anyone expected. The boys
were looking forward to moving into it.
* * * * * * *
Arlen started to
show. He was such a big man he could carry extra weight, and it
didn’t look bad on him. He looked like your typical rancher who
ate a little too much too often and had a belly hanging over his big
cowboy belt buckle. Waco, his boys and Lucas decided it made him
very sexy in a redneck sort of way. Since he was getting more
lummox fortified milk, everything seemed to be going alone fine, and
his complection was perfect. He was positively radiant. The
cowboys would put an arm around him and tell him what a pretty little
mother he made. Arlen would howl with laughter.
Shane, Bill
Birdsall and Angus were particularly interested in his progress and
spent a lot to time with him getting his impressions of
pregnancy. Shane made no secret of it, he wanted to have Bill
Birdsall’s baby. He figured his Master would never marry, and he
wanted to make damn sure there was a couple of little Birdsalls around
to carry his name. Bill wasn’t sure, but Angus was a big
influence. The more he saw Arlen and how he was doing the more he
was swayed to let his slave-brother have his ramrod’s baby.
Bryce couldn’t
be more attentive with his dad. He came to the ranch more
often. He really enjoyed Sunday dinner and playing football with
the boys. He was also developing a secret crush on Blake Tindell,
but he didn’t let anyone know but his little brother. Lucas told
him he considered Blake to take him for his first time.
“I even thought
about asking you, big brother. I know dad wouldn’t mind. He
was really sorry for the misunderstanding you two had. He loves
you very much.”
“I know he
does. I over reacted, like I usually do; however, I’m learning
not to. Working in the jungle I have a lot of time to think and I
realize I’ve got to change some of my short comings if I ever expect
someone to love me. I don’t think I want a relationship with
another man. I shore’ ‘nuff enjoy sex with other men, but I’d
like to meet a good woman and raise a family; however, right now, for a
cowboy buddy I’d like to play with, I got Blake Tindell in my sights.”
“You couldn’t go
wrong with that cowboy. He’s gonna’ reach the end of his
indenturement in a couple of years. He’ll be a freeman, but he’ll
still be on probation another five years.”
“I don’t care if
he’s a salve. You know I don’t make distinctions between slaves
and freemen. I try to treat all men the same. So do
you. I see the respect and the love you show Travis, Little Bear,
Hank Morgan and Blake Tindell”
“You’re
right. I love them men equally. They been good to me.”
* * * * * * *
April came and
the weather began to warm up. The small orchard Charlie let the
slaves plant was in full bloom. Charlie agreed to buy them any
fruit trees they wanted in the quantity they asked for as long as they
would take care of them and Ms. Wallace got some of the fruit for the
main house. That was fine with them. It meant they could
supplement their diets with fresh fruits of the season. They
planted several varieties of peaches, pears, plums, apricots, and
apples. The last several years they had so much yield they
couldn’t use it all, even after giving a good tithe to their Master’s
household. With Charlie’s approval, they took buckets of fruit to
the church to give to the elderly and poor of the community.
Charlie bought
them a huge canning pressure cooker and many cases of Mason jars to can
their fruit and make preserves. Ida Mae usually put up a bunch of
things every year so she could have condiments for the table. She
helped the men and taught them how to can the fruit. They built
shelves and had row after row of canned fruits and vegetables to last
them the year. It was a busy time of year and everyone pitched in
to help. Even the boys were at the slave quarters every
afternoon after school for several weeks lending a hand. The
slave-cowboys enjoyed having them around.
The ladies were
still going to see their ‘boy friends’ as they jokingly referred to
Cable, David and Jonathan to their husbands. Ranger and Bobby
weren’t threatened in the least and told them they looked on them as
much their boy friends as theirs. They would sometimes go along
with their wives to sit in the galley, have coffee and delicious
pastries, and bullshit with the Captain’s sons. They were as fond
of them as anyone. Ranger and Bobby laughed at each other.
They would keep erections the whole time they were visiting on the
ship. They would sometimes pair off with one of the androids and
share a few moments of passion. Later, Ranger and Bobby
would compare notes about which android was the best. Of course,
Cable, David and Jonathan did the same.
* * * * * * *
Bad news flows
on the winds as well as good. Waco was the first to know.
He received word through the winds of consciousness before anyone,
including Ox. He discussed it with the Kryscells and asked their
advice.
“You have heard
the news, young one?” they sang to him of sorrow and loss.
“How did you
know? I was going to wait to tell you, but then, I’m not
surprised. You have a connection with the winds as well.”
Waco told them, “I wanted to ask your advice. Who should I tell
first, Ox or his Godfather?”
“We have studied
human protocol along with other fascinating points of interest
including your rich variations of sexual apatites. It is our
opinion you should tell his Godfather first and let him decide how to
proceed. We understand your close relationship with our savior,
and in your society you currently own him, but as you know that is only
a metaphor he allows to exist.”
“I know.
He’s my slave only because he loves me enough to want to be, and I love
him enough I don’t think I could live without him now. I’ve come
to lean on and depend on him for his strength, his love and his gentle
encouragement. I have come to understand, he's unique among the
creatures of the universe. I sometimes wonder whether he’s my
slave, or I’m a slave to him; however, I’m comfortable with
either thought.”
“He certainly is
unique, young one, and your feelings for him are accurate. They
also show how intertwined your spirits have become. That’s not a
bad thing. We love him without measure, and we’re so happy you
have each other. He is going to need you more than ever right
now, but still, our advice would be to tell Captain Long.”
“I will, and
thank you for your advice. I guess I knew in my heart it would be
the right thing to do. I think the winds have not spoken to my
lummox because, they are waiting for me to make a decision. With
your help, I have. I only learned last evening. I will tell
Captain Long today. Today is Sunday and everyone, including
slaves, have dinner together. My slave don’t care for human food
much. He prefers the rich, whole goodness of slave chow and
biscuits.”
“We wonder
sometimes what it might be like to consume plant material. We
wouldn’t want to know about consuming animals. The thought is
repugnant to us.”
“I’m working on
that.” smiled Waco.
“We know.
You’re good at hiding things from us you don’t care to share with us
right away, or you want to surprise us with, but we know you have some
radical plans in mind. We know Captain Long has given you a
charge to develop ideas to make us more mobile so we can experience
more things. We will work with you and our savior. He must
have final approval of any plans we mutually agree on. It’s good
you’ve developed the power to lock us and others out. It will
keep your mind safe from nefarious factions in the universe. They
will be able to probe only so much of your mind. Most won’t be as
sophisticated as we are. They will be able to sense the secret
chambers. Work on that. Develop it more. Teach your
brothers. It will be useful to you in the future.”
That afternoon,
before Sunday dinner, everyone was gathered. Charlie had Angus,
his ramrod, his slave and family over for dinner. All the major
members of their extended family were there. Waco pulled Lazarus
aside and asked if he would take a walk with him to let his pony Ranger
out of his stall. Waco rarely asked anything of Lazarus, but he
sensed the boy had something important to discuss with him. They
almost got to the new barn, and Waco looked at him and spoke.
“Captain Long,—
Pangle is dead.” he said quietly.
“Oh, my
God. Are you sure, Son?” Lazarus looked grief stricken.
“I’m sure,
Sir. I discussed it with the Kryscells yesterday and asked their
advice about who to tell. They suggested I tell you first and let
you tell my slave. I agreed with them.”
“Do you know how
it happened?”
“Naw, Sir.
I ain’t got no particulars. All I got was the message she was
dead. The Kryscells confirmed it.”
“That’s
awful. A damn shame. What a loss for Garron, Strom,
Garron’s boy and Garron’s two daughters.”
After they got
into the barn, Lazarus grabbed Waco, held him and stole a kiss.
“Thanks,
Son. You done the right thing. I have to tell him this
afternoon. You may have to do without him for a while. I
know he’ll want to go to his other dad, Strom, and his boy. They
will be devastated. Don’t worry, he will return to you. If
you weren’t in school right now, I’d ask Charlie to send you with him.”
“I want to be by
his side, Captain.”
“I know you
do. We have a ship in their general area. The Captain and
his first mate happen to be good friends of ours. Remember the
holographic video you watched of Captain Trong and his mate Commander
Fielding?”
“Yes, Sir, I
certainly do remember them.” Waco emphasized the word ‘certainly’ and
grinned at Lazarus.
“Captain Trong
got that command, because there’s a large population of lummox what
live in the far North along with a few hybrids like yore’ Ox’s boy
Bron. He’s a fine looking creature. You’d fall in love with
him, and I know he’d fall for you. He might not let you come
back.” Lazarus winked and laughed. “He’s half Volgoron and half
human. He got the best of both species, especially his human
daddy’s good looks. Let me see what I can do. I can arrange
a portal between ships. If’n I can talk Charlie into letting you
go, maybe you could miss a couple of days school.”
“Maybe you
haven’t heard,— we’re out for the rest of next week. It’s Easter
break.”
“Sweet.” said
Lazarus grinning at Waco.
That evening
after the football game, Lazarus took Ox aside with Waco and told him
his surrogate mother was dead. Ox let out a wail that could be
felt to the bottom of your soul. Everyone gathered around the
barn to see what was going on. Waco went out to tell them the
news, and they all felt bad for him.
“Look, Son, I’ve
been in contact with Captain Trong and Commander Fielding. We’ve
established a portal link to their ship. They say Strom and Bron
are in the area, but they don’t know exactly where. They have
robo-cams on them, so it shouldn’t be too hard to find them. I
talked with Master Charlie, and he’s willing to let Waco go with
you. You need someone with you.”
Ox looked into
Lazarus eyes.
<< Thanks,
Dad. I wish you could go with me, but I know you have
responsibilities here. Can I bring my family back if they’ll
come? We talked about asking Trong’s help with your twins.
I can’t think of anything to help him recover quicker than having to
take care of a pair of new bairns. >>
“Of course you
can. That’s a wonderful idea. Even if they can’t live
around here, we can keep them on the ship for a while. I don’t
see why we couldn’t clean Trong and Bron up and have them live among
us. You’ve been accepted pretty well and we’re a long way from
other folks for anyone to get upset. Your tribe has lived in arid
places before. If fact, Ping and Pong tell me there are several
families within a hundred mile radius of us.”
<< Tell
Master Charlie I’m grateful to him for allowing me to take Waco with
me. I will guard him with my life. He won’t be in any
danger. >>
“I know,
Garron. Charlie trusts you completely. Waco begged him to
let him go. He knows you’ll be hurting and you need him right
now.”
Charlie came
into the barn and took Ox into his arms to comfort him.
“I’m so sorry,
Son.” he said to Ox.
“He says he
appreciates your comfort, Master Charlie.” Lazarus told him.
Waco didn’t pack
anything. He just got his favorite heavy coat, his rain gear and
hat and was ready to go. At Lazarus’ suggestion, he did wear a
pair of long johns under his clothes. Ox decided to go native and
left his favorite costume behind. He was going home and wanted to
look like his kin. After saying ‘goodbye’ to their loved ones,
they stepped through the portal onto a cargo deck on the Archimedes.
They were
welcomed by the Captain and his first mate. Captain Trong was
even bigger than Waco remembered in the video. He towered over Ox
a good foot and a half and out weighed him by a hundred pounds of solid
lummox muscle. He was one hell of a good looking lummox. He was
massive. Commander Fielding was far more handsome in person than
he appeared in the video. ‘No wonder Captain Trong fell in love
with him, and the Commander fell for the big lummox. They look
like they belong together.’ Thought Waco.
“Why, thank you,
young man.” said Commander Fielding reading his thoughts. Captain
Trong laughed.
<< Forgive
me Captain Trong. I didn’t mean to be rude. >>
<<
Nonsense, young man. It’s perfectly all right. It’s
refreshing to find someone who thinks out loud. >> he
chuckled at his play on words.
<< Garron!
>> projected Captain Trong to Ox and held his arms open for
him. Ox went to him and shed a few tears in the big lummox’s
arms. << We’re so sorry. We heard about an hour ago it was
a tragic accident. There was a freak lightening storm and there
was a huge fire. They were foraging in the highlands and the fire
swept up the side of the mountain engulfing everything in its
path. Everyone was running from it, but a burning tree fell and
pinned Pangle to the ground. They couldn’t get it off of her
because it was on fire. The folks we talked with say she died
instantly and was burned beyond recognition. There was nothing
Strom or Bron could do to save her. They tried. They got
some logs and tried to wedge them under the tree, but she was already
dead. >>
“We’ve managed
to locate them since we talked with Captain Long. They’re in the
Bonzall Falls area, about a day’s walk from here. We thought
about going to pay our respect if you don’t mind company.” said
Commander Fielding.
<< No, not
at all. I brought my young Master with me. I’m sorry I
haven’t introduced you, Sir. Captain Trong, Commander Fielding,
this young man is my Master and savior, Waco Goodnight. >>
The big man and
his lummox companion took Waco’s hand and shook it in turn.
“We’ve heard a
lot of good things about you, Master Waco. Welcome to the
Archimedes.” said Commander Fielding.
<< It’s
not often we find someone so young able to communicate with us, Master
Waco. It is a treat to be able to send and receive from
you. Welcome aboard the Archimedes. >> projected
Captain Trong.
“It’s a pleasure
to be here and an even greater pleasure to meet you. I feel like
I know you from your reproduction video. Viewing that video was
one of the best experiences of my young life, gentlemen.”
They laughed and
told him it was why they made the video, for the education of people
who might have some questions or reservations about interspecies
relationships.
Ox and Waco had
a light dinner with them and their family and found them the ultimate
gracious hosts. Their bairns were well mannered and interested in
Waco. The oldest boy was human and Waco’s age. The youngest
of the six was a female lummox still in her dad’s pouch. Waco
hardly noticed because Captain Trong was in his full Winter coat;
however, as they were having supper she decided she was hungry and
started crawling up her daddy’s stomach to his teats. She climbed
like an expert rock climber hand over hand with the toes on her little
feet closing around his fur for support. She didn’t stop until
she was hooked up to his right teat and began sucking like it was her
last meal. He smiled at her and put a giant paw to her back for
support. She seemed to know it was him. She sort of sighed
and relaxed to engorge herself on her daddy’s milk. They told him
her name was Theeta Loom.
“She seems to
like his right teat for some reason.” observed the Commander, “I’ve
always thought his milk is sweeter from that one.” he laughed.
They suggested
they get a good night's sleep, and everyone would start out early in
the morning. Since Waco was with him, Ox agreed it would probably
be best. The oldest boy wanted to go with them, but obviously
they told him he couldn’t go; however when he found out Waco was the
same age he asked again.
“Father Trong,
please let me accompany you on this trip. Master Waco’s the same
age I am. I won’t be a burden.”
Trong looked at
the Commander. Keith Fielding barely nodded his head and Captain
Trong knew it was all right with him.
“All right,
young man, but you better keep up,— and no complaining.” Trong spoke
out loud.
Waco was
stunned. It was the first time he heard a lummox speak and
Captain Trong had a booming bass voice that reverberated around the
room. The boy, Gavin, threw his arms around his lummox father and
planted a big kiss on his cheek.
“I promise, Dad,
I’ll keep up.”
Then the next
youngest lummox and human wanted to go but the Commander put his boot
down.
“With Captain
Trong carrying a young one,— will that be a problem?” asked Waco.
“No, not a
bit. We just won’t take her along. Captain Trong’s father
is on board our ship, and he babysits all the bairn when we need to be
away. With all the young ones around, he produces lots of
milk. She’s used to staying in his pouch. Trong has a hard
time convincing him to give her back sometimes, but that’s jes’ because
he loves her so much.” The Commander laughed. “He would’ve joined us
for supper, but he’s busy with several of his orphaned bairns he takes
care of here on our ship. They are too young to go out into this
harsh environment and fend for themselves. Besides, we’re trying
an experiment to raise them more as Volgorons than Earthly lummox.” The
Commander explained. “We take them out into the environment regularly,
but there’s no sense in keeping them out too long in our current winter
weather. We’re expecting snow for tomorrow and possibly a
blizzard for the next day, so we have to get there and back before it
hits.”
“Could we get
lost?” asked Waco.
“Not very
likely. Lummox and Vologrons have a much more highly developed
sense of direction. Even limited hybrids like our human children
inherit certain talents from their other dad in their one
percent. That seems to be one of them. We also have much
more advanced geo-positioning technology than that available on Earth.”
They went to bed
early and Waco slept as close to his lummox as he could get. Waco
wasn’t going to let his Ox pleasure him, because of the gravity of
their situation, but Ox insisted it would help relax him to bring
pleasure to his young Master. Waco couldn’t say ‘no’ to his
‘Lummy’ and gave himself to him. Waco only wished he was older
and big enough to satisfy his Ox, but he was willing to wait. He
was growing every day. Waco was a bit surprised they got a good
night’s sleep. Ox didn’t let go of him all night and clung to
Waco like he was his lucky talisman.
They were up
before dawn having breakfast the next morning. They were being
served by a staff of androids who were naked like Captain Long’s;
however, they weren’t nearly as perfect and life-like as the Captain's
men. They spoke very little and went about their work without
much emotion. Cable, David and Jonathan would be joking, laughing
and relating with their guests.
The humans
pulled on their heaviest garments. The Commander replicated Waco
a pair of heavy moon-boots to ward against the cold. They were
waterproof and fleece lined. They were also electrically warmed
to keep his feet toasty in the coldest snow covering. He also
replicated him a full length, heavy parka with a fur lined hood to
cover most of his head. It too was electrically warmed.
They were powered by small batteries of subatomic engines that would
never wear out. Their boy, Gavin, loaned Waco a heavy pair of
electric gloves and one of his electric scarves to cover his neck and
face against the cold.
Waco thought it
was a bit too much until they informed him they were within a couple
hundred miles of the arctic circle. After he’d been out in the
cold for less than an hour, he began to appreciate the warm
clothing. Ox and Trong wore nothing else. Their fur
insulated them against the cold. They were built for cold weather
and the Commander told Waco their blood produced an anti-freeze like
substance that protected their innards from the cold.
Waco didn’t know
if he could keep up the pace with all the clothes he was wearing, but
he managed. The humans had to wear snow shoes strapped onto their
moon-boots, but the lummox didn’t. Their feet were so big they
would leave a deep impression, but their huge feet would compact the
snow so tight it would support their weight.
It was late
afternoon before they came to the frozen waterfall. Waco had
never seen such a beautiful sight. He couldn’t even imagine a
frozen waterfall but there it was,— a hundred and thirty feet of frozen
water. It looked like a waterfall suspended in time and space,—
like a still shot from a movie of a waterfall. It was incredibly
beautiful. Waco stood for a moment admiring it. His hiking
companion, Gavin, stood next to him.
“It’s really
something, ain’t it, Waco?”
“Unbelievable.
Nobody at home is gonna’ believe me.” he replied.
“I got your
back, brother.” he smiled.
“Hope you can
come visit with us, Gavin. I’ll put you on the back of my
favorite pony, Ranger. He’ll treat you real good and give you a
fine ride.”
“I’ve never been
on a horse before, Waco. I’d love to come visit.”
“Hell, come live
with us for a spell. Me and ma’ brothers would love to have
you. Go to school with us. There’s plenty of room.”
“Don’t know if
my dad’s would go along with it, but thanks for the kind invitation.”
“I can speak to
them for you, if’n you like.”
“Would
you? That would be really nice of you.”
“Shore,’ we be
brothers ain’t we?”
“To the bone,
brother!” Gavin drawled. They shared a laugh.
“Come along
men,” said the Commander, “it isn’t much further.”
The party of
lummox and men walked around the next bend and came upon a great
outcropping of rocks. Captain Trong led the way in, around, over
and under rock formations until they came to a hidden opening. He
and Ox had to dig some of the snow away to find it, but sure enough
there was an opening just large enough for a good size lummox to crawl
through.
They all went in
single file and crawled for about thirty feet until they came to a
greater opening where they could stand. When they did, they were
in a great cavern within the side of the mountain. It was
surprisingly warm inside. The temperature was somewhere in the
high seventies and the humans immediately began to feel too warm with
all their protective clothing. Waco thought to himself, ‘How is
this possible?’
<<
Geo-thermal vents, Son. >> Captain Trong sent to him. Waco
forgot and left his thought-channel open. He smile to himself.
<< This is a high volcanically active area. There are
heated pools and mud-pots all through these caves. Our people
have used unknown caverns like these for centuries to withstand the
cold during the winters. Their dead relatives are brought here to
one of several chambers for the final resting place of their bodies;
however, their spirits and intelligence live on within us.
We all share a portion of Pangle. Her spirit isn’t dead to us,
just her physical body. She travels on forever with us. >>
Waco heard about
it from Ox and Captain Long, but he never had to consider it until
now. He could understand the mixed feelings it might bring.
He never considered if he tapped into the winds, he might feel and
sense Pangle and keep a part of her within himself.
“Of course you
can.” spoke the Commander who had been monitoring their conversation
closely. “It’s something new to you and you just haven’t learned to do
it yet. I share memories and consciousness of Pangle. We
all do. She will never die away in the sense that human’s
understand death. She may choose to return someday in a new
lummox bairn; however, she won’t for a while. She needs to digest
the physical life she just completed. Our greater concern isn't
for Pangle. She's happy and comfortable living among us.
We're concerned for the living,--- for Strom and his family."
They crossed the
vast expanse of the main cavern and came to an area where several paths
ventured off in different directions.
“This is one of
the largest caverns on the North American continent, Waco, but it has
never been discovered by white men. Only a few Native Canadians
and mostly lummox know about it. It goes on for many miles in
every direction. We don’t know if it’s ever been fully explored
by either species.”
Ox and Trong
knew exactly the way to go to the main room to find the family.
Their sense of smell was almost as good as a dog's. After a while
Waco could smell the unmistakable scent of Sasquatch and it got
stronger and stronger.
‘I wonder if
I'll ever get used to the smell?’ he again thought to himself.
<< You
might be surprised. >> responded Captain Trong. << I
lived among them for sometime and took on their habits. You do
get used to it, but they can adjust to the human condition. True
Volgorons never allowed themselves to become so rank; however, here on
a savage world with many different species competing for food and
shelter, it was a natural development for this branch of our
family. They can be acclimated to living among humans. Look
at your lummox. He’s a perfect example. Well, maybe not
perfect. He started out as a proper Volgoron. >> the
Captain laughed.
They finally
came to another giant cavern where the family were gathered around warm
pools, cooking their food in the hot water bubbling up from the
ground. All around were comfortable looking fur skins spread on
the floor. It looked like any family encampment of a prehistoric
people. They all stood as the men entered the cavern. There
must have been a hundred and fifty of them,— all ages and sizes.
The youngest ran to stand behind their elders.
Waco saw one
lummox that towered over the others. Next to him was what looked
like a hairy man covered in animal skins. He wasn’t the cleanest
looking man Waco ever saw, but he couldn’t help be impressed by the
man’s physical beauty. He knew immediately the man-lummox must be
Ox’s son, Bron. He saw Ox and they ran to each other. They
embraced and began hugging and kissing one another. The giant
lummox stood a couple of feet taller than Ox or Trong and had another
fifty to a hundred pounds on him. He was the most enormous
creature Waco ever saw.
When he came to
embrace Ox and Trong there was no doubt in Waco’s mind, the giant
lummox was Strom. He sobbed in his son’s arms as Captain Trong
stroked his back in comfort. After a while, Ox introduced the
rest of their party to them. They already knew the Commander and
his son, Gavin. They offered their hands, but Bron and Strom wouldn’t
settle for anything but full body contact, so they got embraced.
One wouldn’t argue such a small point with such a huge critter as
Strom. Waco made a mental note not to.
He was the last
Ox introduced. Bron hugged him and Waco got an erection. At
that moment, he was glad for all the extra clothing he was
wearing. Waco forgot he was half lummox and probably could smell
his sexual arousal. Bron smiled at him.
“Don’t worry,
young one, I feel the same way.” he spoke to Waco.
“Thank you,
Bron. I don’t feel so embarrassed.”
“Just watch out
for my granddad behind me.” he laughed. Strom pushed Bron out of
the way and grabbed Waco gently. He hugged him and kissed him on
top of his head. He smelled like a garbage dump on a hot day, but
he was loving. Waco couldn’t help fall in love with him. He
was too damn big not to.
<< It’s so
good to finally meet you, Sir. I’ve heard so much about
you. I’m so sorry for your loss. Your loss is my loss,
Strom. >>
The big creature
shed a few tears in Waco’s arms. He sat down and pulled Waco into
his lap. Waco could feel his enormous penis poking him in the
back through his heavy coat.
<< My mate
is at peace now, Son. She left this plane swiftly. There wasn’t a
lot of pain, she tells us. After the fire was over, we went back
and brought her here. Her body has joined her ancestors, but she
is still with me and our family. She can hear us and see
you. You may speak to her if you like,— she’ll hear you. >>
<< I’m so
sorry I never got to meet you in person, Pangle. Garron, or as I
call him, Ox, has told me many wonderful stories about how good and
kind you were to him over the years. It broke his heart when he
heard the news. >>
<< I’m
sorry I didn’t get to meet you, Waco. I love Garron with all my
heart. While he didn’t come from our bodies, Strom and I loved
him like one of us. He gave us three wonderful grand children and
several great grand children. We are glad he has you to love and
you will live a long life with him. Be good to him. I know
he will be good to you. >> Pangle told him.
<< Thank
you, ma’am. I try my best to be good to him. He doesn’t
have to try, he's naturally good to me. I don’t know if I could
live without him. >>
<< That’s
a true sign of love, Son. >> she added.
The Commander
suggested they remove some of their clothing. They would stay for
a while. Trong and Ox wanted to pay respects to Pangle’s
body. Waco didn’t think he could see her, but he told Ox he would
go with him if he needed him. Ox hugged him and told him his
coming with them was enough. He would go with Strom, Trong, and
the Commander. They left Waco and Gavin with Bron. That was
all right with them. They both found Bron easy on the eyes.
Waco didn’t
notice two human looking male children hiding behind Strom at first,
but since Strom left they were now clinging to Bron. The oldest
looked to be close to the same age as Waco and Gavin, but was very
shy. The younger of the two was obviously his younger
brother. Both boys looked like Bron. Waco assumed they were
his sons.
“Waco,— Gavin,—
these two shy critters are my sons. The oldest is Bronc, after
his grandfather, and the youngest is Ts’gan.”
Waco wondered
where Bron’s mate was? It was obvious the boys were also
human-lummox hybrids, but their mother was probably lummox. It
was like Bron read his mind.
“My mate Lulook
is with another clan. She found a lummox mate she liked better
than me, and I released her from our bond. Our agreement was for
her to leave my sons with me.”
“I’m sorry to
hear that, Bron.” Waco responded. Gavin didn’t know what to say.
“It
happens. I’m a hybrid and so is my boys. We aren’t fully
accepted within the lummox society. Lulook mated with me because
she was Strom and Pangles’ grand daughter. We were attracted to
each other, but I think we mated just to please her parents. They
were also my surrogate grandparents. After the boys were born,
she didn’t want anything else to do with me. Come to find out,
she wanted to have full blood lummox bairns with a mate who could carry
her children. Hybrids can produce milk, but we don’t develop a
pouch like a lummox male. Bronc and Ts’gan had to be carried by
Strom. I helped feed them, but Strom gave second birth to
them. She was always a little resentful toward me for that.
Since that time, I’ve decided if I’m to have any more children, I’ll
find me a lummox mate and have them myself. Strom has offered,
and since Pangle is gone, I may take him up on it later. So you
see, our society isn’t much different from humans.”
“I just never
considered separation might happen among Volgorons or lummox.” said
Gavin.
“Don’t worry,
Son. Your parents are solidly bonded. I hope to find me a
good Volgoron male to bond with someday. There is much less
problems between a lummox male and a human male. In fact, some
say it is the strongest bonding in the universe. I promise you,
Captain Trong and Commander Fielding are bonded for life. You
will never have to worry about them separating.”
“I hope
not. I couldn’t imagine doing without either one of them.
Each gives me something the other can’t. Though I’m human and my
secondary dad is Volgoron, I sometimes think I love him more than my
human dad.”
“That’s
normal. It’s well known when human males and lummox males mate
the offspring is generally most loved by the opposite parent.
Your human dad will have a tendency to be more loving and spoil his
lummox kids and your lummox dad will have a partiality to you and your
human brother and sister. It’s similar in humans. A mother
will many times show her son more affection than her daughter, and a
father sometimes loves his daughter more.”
“I know I’ll
never have to worry, but if my parents split up, I would want to live
with Dad Trong. I know my little brother and sister would, too.”
“Perfectly
natural. Your lummox brothers and sister might feel the same
about Commander Fielding.”
“They do,— I
know they do.” confirmed Gavin.
Waco also met
Bron’s sisters. Bron and his sisters had different birth
fathers. Their primary birth father was also human, but they were
planned to be full blooded lummox like their secondary father.
They remembered their primary birth dad and loved him greatly.
They had several grandchildren for Strom and Pangle to spoil, and Waco
met their huge lummox mates.
Waco, Gavin and
Bron talked about many things. Little by little the boys opened
up to Gavin and Waco and began to join in the conversation. They
were never around human boys their age before. Waco invited Bron
and his boys to come to Captain Long’s ship for an extended
visit. He would be happy to show him them the ranch and introduce
them to his family. Bron seemed very interested in seeing the
ranch. He also expressed a desire to get his granddad away from
the family group. Strom was their accepted, unofficial leader,
but because of the stress of leadership and the death of his mate, Bron
was worried about his health.
“We have a
project we need help with, Bron.” Waco spoke.
“What’s that,
Son?”
“Did you ever
meet Captain Jones?”
“Of
course. Me and my boys have known him all our lives. He was
one of my granddads and he and Captain Long are Godfathers to my
boys. Both my boys were born on the Bandersnatch.”
“Well, Captain
Long and Captain Jones decided to have a bairn together.”
“That’s
wonderful. How far along is Captain Jones.”
Waco laughed to
himself. Bron just assumed it was Arlen. It was like Bron
somehow knew it wouldn’t be Lazarus.
“He’s due about
the second week in May, only there’s one problem. Ox’s
proto-embryo split in two, and he’s carrying twins.”
“My God, I’ve
never heard of that happening before.”
“Neither have
they. They contacted all the medical men on several worlds and
there’s never be a recorded incident in male/male pregnancy. Male
lummox with a female lummox happens on occasion.”
“So my dad is
worried about carrying twins?”
“No, he don’t
seem worried at all; however, he’s providing a great deal of milk for a
number of other infants, it might just overload him.”
“That would be
perfect for Strom to get him out of here and carrying twins to
term. He thinks on Arlen and Lazarus as his human sons.” Bron
mused.
Trong, the
Commander and Strom returned and joined the group. The Commander
had some bad news.
“We went to the
opening of the cave to check the weather and the storm hit early.
It’s already dark out and just too damn dangerous to try to head back
to the ship tonight. We’re going to have to stay here for the
night and hope the storm lets up by morning. It’s supposed to be
moving at a fast pace, but you never know with winter storms. It
could hang around for days. At any rate, I brought a portable
replicator with me. We won’t go hungry.
Captain Trong
and I have discussed it, and we decided we don’t have to go back the
same way we came. We also brought along a post for a
portal. The only reason we would need to stay the night is to
convince Strom to return to the ship with us. Besides, we planned
to place a post here anyway in case we need to reach this place in a
hurry in case of an emergency. We don’t know when all hell will
break loose on the planet and we might have to gather the clans as
quickly as possible. The family knows to gather here at the first
sign of trouble.”
“Strom needs to
get away from here and do new things.” said Bron. “Grandfather, Master
Waco has invited me and the boys to visit Captain Lazarus’ ship and
live among his people for a while. They want you to come live
with them, because Captain Arlen is carrying twin bairns of Captain
Long’s, and they need a secondary parent to carry them to term.
Dad would do it, as he was the one to impregnate Captain Arlen, but he
has a number of other young ones he’s providing milk for. He’s
also not sure he can handle two bairns physically. They thought
since you’re so much bigger you would have no problem carrying both
boys.” Bron finished. Strom was quite in his own thoughts for a
moment.
<< Are you
going, Son? >> Strom asked Bron.
“Yes,
Grandfather. It’s been sometime since Lulook left me and the
boys. She’s happy now, and I’ve accepted the fact she won’t
return. There’s no reason why we can’t begin a new life.
I’ve been thinking about it for some time. I want the boys to
experience more of the world and learn more than how to just
survive. If it’s true what we’ve heard on the winds, we will all
be relocated from this planet in the near future. I want them to
be a part of it. I want them to know what’s happening and be able
to contribute to our escape. Since their mother has abandoned
them, I want more for them than having to spend their lives barely
existing from one handful of food to the next. I want them to go
to school and learn. I want them to learn to interact with good,
decent humans.”
<< Will we
have to be slaves to them like my beautiful son, Garron? >>
<< Not at
all, Sir. >> projected Waco. << You, Bron, Bronc and Ts’gan
will be treated as honored guest and be absorbed into our greater
family. The only reason your son, Garron, is my slave is for his
protection. He is also deeply loved and honored among my
people. His being my slave is only a metaphor for his true place
among us. In truth, I have become a slave to him. I can’t
imagine a world without my beloved friend and companion by my
side. He will not always be a slave, I assure you. >>
<< Captain
Arlen is pregnant with Captain Lazarus’ bairns, you say?
Twins? Are you sure it’s twins? >>
<< Yes,
Sir, we’re very sure. Captain Long’s medical crew confirmed it.
>> Waco sent to the large lummox.
<< I’ve
never heard of that happening with a proto-embryo. >> he mused.
<< It is a sign. These bairns are very special. I
have heard of a prophecy about a set of twins one of us will help into
this world. Perhaps, they meant me. If they need me, then I
must go, but can we wait until morning? I need time to say
‘goodbye.’ >>
“Of course,
Sir.” Commander Fielding spoke to him. “With your permission, I will
set the post for the gate.”
<< You
have my permission, Son. >> projected Strom.
The Commander
reached into his backpack and brought out the small brass-like button
and the setting gun. He picked a spot away from the folks and
told them there would be a small movement in the Earth as he set the
portal. They all nodded they understood. He quickly placed
the gun-like device to the rock floor of the cave and fired it.
There was only a brief sound not unlike the firing of a small hand
gun. Then everything was quite. Suddenly there was a rumble
in the ground and the whole cave shook. The post imbedded itself
in the bedrock. It was secure and grounded.
The Commander
held his small remote activation device in his hand, set the
coordinates for a cargo bay on the Archimedes and pressed the
button. The blueish gate sprang up and began to move like water
across the surface of the opening. The Commander smiled, turned
and walked through the portal. Many of the lummox gasped at his
disappearance. In a moment he returned with a big smile on his
face. He waved to everyone he was all right and shut down the
gate.
“We’re all
set. We can leave in the morning if you wish, Sir.” he spoke to
Strom.
<< Thank
you, Son. I appreciate the time to say ‘goodbye.’ I don’t
know when I’ll see these folks again. Come son, you, your Master,
Bron and my great grand sons,— we must pay our respects to those who
will remain behind. >>
They first went
to Ox’s daughters, their mates and children to say a tearful
goodbye. They performed elaborate parting rituals that were a
part of the culture of their society that must be done so one may be
apart but never considered separated. These rituals were taught
to many Native Americans and Canadians and have been passed down from
generation to generation. It took the better part of the evening
to include everyone in the clan. Finally, Waco was exhausted and
went to sleep in his giant slave’s protective arms.
Ox carried him
to a warm corner of the cave, carefully undressed his cowboy Master and
gently tucked him into his bedroll. He lay down beside him and
held him through the night. Strom came to him before he slept and
sat with him for a while.
<< He is a
good human, Son. >> Strom allowed, << His heart is big and
strong. He speaks truths a human of his age should not
know. Captain Trong told me he knew of Pangle’s death before you
did. >>
<< That’s
right, Dad. He has a direct line into the winds of
consciousness. He’s special. He’s the human boy you sent me
to find and protect, but he found and rescued me. Now, he
protects me. I will gladly be his slave until he doesn’t need me
any more or wants to move on with his life. I won’t have to worry
about outliving him. Dad Long gave him the longevity serum some
time ago. He will live as long as Dad Lazarus. It is
foretold, he will become a great prophet and leader of his people.
>>
<< I have
consulted the winds, Son, and they have spoken to me. They told
me I must go with you. I must help my sons. >>
<< I’m
glad, great father. You will be welcomed. >>
<< I
suppose it means I have to give up my body’s identity. >>
<< When
men live among us, when I lived among you, while my son and his sons
have lived among you we have accepted your ways. It’s only fair,
Dad. It won’t be so bad. You’ll be surprised how quickly
you adjust. >>
Strom settled
down for the rest of the night and the cave became quite except for the
occasional snore or loud fart from one of the folks. To Ox it was
like being home. Lummox farts can be as loud as an elephant
trumpeting. It’s why they never sleep close to an open fire.
* * * * * *
*
The next
morning, Strom, Bron, Bronc and Ts’gan departed through the portal onto
the cargo deck of the Archimedes. They were quickly followed by
Waco, Gavin, Captain Trong, Commander Fielding and Ox. The portal
the Commander brought was extra wide and high to accommodate the larger
bodies of the lummox; however, Strom had to stoop and turn sideways to
go through. He was about a foot taller than the nine foot gate,
and wider than the three feet width. He was the largest lummox
anyone could remember. One would think such a big critter would
be ferocious. Strom could be ominous, but to those he knew and
loved he was the most docile of creatures. The young loved him
and would crawl all over him without fear. He would never allow
one to come to harm. Waco knew Strom was bound to make an
impression on the men of the ranch. He already made a huge
impression on Waco and Gavin.
It was so much
warmer on the Archimedes the men took off their clothing
immediately. The Commander encouraged Bron and his boys to remove
their skins. The would be treated to a good cleaning, and new
clothes would be replicated for them appropriate to the area they were
going. Waco and Gavin volunteered to help and immediately began
to shuck off their clothing. Trong and Keith Fielding had never
seen their boy take such an interest in other people like he had since
Waco came to the ship. Whatever Waco wanted to do, Gavin wanted
to do. Trong winked at Keith and smiled.
<< I know
what you’re thinking, my handsome mate. >> The Captain sent
to his partner.
<< What
else is new? >> the Commander sent back to his Captain and
laughed out loud. << I think it’s time. >>
<< It is
time. He’ll do fine. We need to let him go out into the
world and learn to interrelate with his own species. Exposure to
you and androids isn’t enough. He needs to be around his own
kind. >>
<< What
about his little brother? >>
<< Gavin
will take care of him. It will give him the sense of belonging he
needs. He will see Jeremiah in a new light. He will see him
as a responsibility. We must instill in him he will only be
allowed to go if he accepts the charge to look after his little
brother. >>
<< Do you
think he will ask to go with Waco and Garron? >>
<< Do you
think you’ll get fucked later this evening? >>
<< Dear
God, I hope so, Captain. >> Keith looked at Trong in frustration.
<< There,—
you have it, my love. >> Trong smiled at him.
* * * * * * *
With a full
compliment of naked androids, Ox, Waco, Gavin and his little brother,
Jerry, they managed to get Strom, Bron, and his boys cleaned up.
It was more like an initiation party and everyone seemed to be having a
good time. Waco couldn’t believe how handsome and masculine Bron
began to look the cleaner he got. The old adage of the fruit not
falling too far from the tree was true in Bronc and Ts’gan’s
case. They were every bit as handsome and attractive as their old
man. Bronc was almost the same age as Waco and Gavin; although,
he was larger physically. His little brother was two years
younger, about JR’s age, but was about Waco and Gavin’s size.
Waco could only dream of the football games he would have with these
men. He was hoping Gavin could come with him as well. He
didn’t know about Jerry. He wasn’t sure the Captain and the
Commander would allow him to come.
Strom was the
one who got the most attention. Even though he was having to give
up part of his personal identity he lived with for hundreds of years,
he was enjoying the young one’s fussing over him; bathing him, combing
him, brushing him, playing with his private parts. He wasn’t
shy. Even his grand kids got into the act of helping clean their
grand dad. They couldn’t help take a turn sucking on his teats.
Gavin watched
enviously as Bronc and Ts’gan sucked away on Strom’s teats, but when
they had enough and he saw Waco slowly move to one of Strom’s teats,
Gavin had to try one for himself. He never had another lummox’s
milk but his dad’s and Trong cut him off a number of years ago.
He forgot how much he loved sucking his dad’s teats and lost himself in
Strom’s milk. Strom gently put a giant paw behind each boy’s head
and held them tightly to his breast. He began to sing to
them. Each lummox sang a different song, and Strom’s were
particularly soothing. The more he sang to them, the more milk
they wanted.
Waco had become
a fair barber from taking care of his lummox’s fur over the last
year. Bron wanted his hair cut short like Waco and Gavin’s.
They both wore military crew cuts. Bron saw it as less to worry
about, and it would always grow back should he need it. He looked
like a different man when Waco got through. He caused Waco and
Gavin to get erections they couldn’t get to go down the rest of the
evening. It was just as bad when Bronc and Ts’gan wanted their
hair done the same as their dad’s. They were equally
stunning. Waco knew he would probably have to lock up his
slaves. Not for their protection, but to protect Bron, Bronc and
Ts’gan from them. He laughed to himself. He was glad he had
such lusty slaves. They made life more interesting. He
wondered if it was the lummox milk.
He and the boys
brushed, powered, and combed Strom until he became so lulled by the
relaxation of their small hands on his body, he fell asleep in the
chair and started gently snoring. The boys just continued their
grooming. Strom was enjoying the attention.
Later that
evening, over their last dinner together, Gavin asked if he might
accompany Waco and Ox to the Bandersnatch and live with his family for
a while. Naturally, what his big brother wanted to do, so did
Jerry.
“Do you think
you’re ready for something like this, Son?” the Commander asked him,
then added, “You haven’t shown a great deal of responsibility toward
your little brother of late. You sort of just tolerate him.”
“Let him come
with me, Dad. I promise, I’ll take care of him,— that is, if
he’ll let me. He can be a pretty independent little cuss.”
“Agreed.”
allowed the Commander looking at Jerry and frowning. “If we agree to
let him go along he must accept the fact you are in charge, and he must
obey you. If he doesn’t, he will be brought back
immediately. Also you must be fair with him and not demand of him
what you wouldn’t want for yourself. Is that understood?” Keith
Fielding ask his oldest son.
“Yes, Sir,
Dad. I understand. I won’t expect more from him than I
would myself.”
“That’s a good
way of putting it. I can see you do understand. Well,— you
have my approval. Now, you must get your father’s approval.”
“Please,
Dad. Can we?” Gavin pleaded with Captain Trong.
<< As long
as you do as your dad has told you, I see no problem. You may go,
Son. >>
Gavin and Jerry
got up from their chairs and ran to Trong. They threw their arms
around him, hugged and kissed him shamelessly. There went up a
‘whoop’ around the table from the boys and Bron. Even Strom
roared his approval. Ox just smiled and winked at Waco. He
could read his thoughts without tapping him.
“Why is it he’s
the one who gets all the hugs and kisses around here? What am I,
chopped liver?” the Commander chided his boys. They ran to
him and gave him the same attention they gave Captain Trong.
“That’s more
like it.” allowed Commander Fielding.
Waco and Keith
replicated Western clothes for Bron, Bronc, Ts’gan, Gavin and
Jerry. They looked pretty damn authentic by the time Waco got
through with them. None of the boys wore boots before, but they
liked Waco’s. They liked the ones he and Keith replicated for
them. Waco knew he could dress them better when they got to the
ranch. Waco wondered if Strom would want an outfit like they made
for Ox? He could envision it in his mind.
Unfortunately, once again, he left his channel open as he looked at
Strom.
<< Is that
the way you’d like to see me, young one? >> Strom looked down at
Waco’s growing erection in his Wranglers. Waco sent him a shot of
his son, Garron, in his full harness and tall boots.
<< Very
handsome, indeed, Master Waco. Is that the dress of a slave?
>>
<< Naw,
Sir. Most slaves don’t dress that fine. It’s the favorite
dress of my beloved “Lummy,” my very own Volgoron. >>
<< I see
it has some social applications to it. It’s almost like a symbol
of trust and affection. >>
<< Yes,
Sir. That it is. Everyone who sees him dressed that way
knows it’s to please the human what loves him. I think, if the
truth was known, it pleases him to wear it. >>
<< That’s
what love is all about, and do you love me, Master Waco? >>
<< I do,
father Strom. I have drunk your milk and have enjoyed caring for
your body. You can’t be that intimate with a body without forming
some affection. With you it goes much further. I have heard
about you and imagined you in my mind for almost a year now. It
is with great love I ask you to accompany me and Garron into our
world. You will be loved and treated with the respect you are
due. It will be a great honor and privilege for me to present you
to my father, my little brother, and my slaves. >>
<< You’re
slave was right, my Son, you are a special human. I’m becoming
very fond of you, Waco. >>
* * * * * * *
Everyone spent
the night on the Archimedes and returned to the Bandersnatch the next
morning. Lazarus, Charlie, JR, Lucas, Travis, and Little
Bear were there to greet them. They walked through the gate
on the Bandersnatch at seven A.M. Ox and Waco were the last to
come through the gate. Lazarus was hugging and welcoming Bron,
his boys and took Strom into his arms.
“You don’t know
how good it is to see your handsome face again, my friend.”
Lazarus said to him, “I’m so sorry for your loss. I hope you can
find some solace and a new life here, among folks who love you and need
you.”
<< You
always have been such a good friend, Lazarus. It’s an honor to be
here. I heard you and your mate needed me, and that was incentive
enough for me to come. >>
“I swear you’ve
gotten bigger since the last time I saw you. We do, indeed, need
you, Strom. My mate is pregnant with twins. I’m sure Garron
could handle twins, but as you can see, we have a number of bairns and
a number on the way that will need his attentions. It’s wonderful
you brought Bron along with you. He can help feed some of the
small ones.”
<< He was
the first to agree to come. I have to go where my favorite
grandson goes. >> Strom smiled at Lazarus.
“I understand,
old friend.” Lazarus assured him.
Lazarus
introduced Strom, Bron, Bronc and Ts’gan to Charlie and he welcomed the
men. He was wowed with the two boys he had seen in the video of
Captain Trong and Commander Fielding. Waco introduced them to him
as Gavin and Jeremiah or Jerry for short. Charlie shook both
boy’s hands and welcomed them to the Bandersnatch and the Goodnight
Ranch.
Waco introduced
everyone to Lucas, Travis and Little Bear. Little Bear was so
impressed with Strom he didn’t want to let him go. Strom sang to
him. Bron, Bronc, Ts’gan, Gavin and Jerry were impressed by
Lucas. They were stunned by his beauty. Lucas was so
comfortable with himself, he didn’t let it bother him. He just
went out of his way to make them feel comfortable around him. He
was pretty impressed by them.
Lazarus’ android
sons were there to greet their old friend Strom. They had met him
on several occasions when he visited Captain Long’s ship. They
also knew Bron and his boys. They were having a ball greeting
everyone and meeting Captain Trong and Commander Fielding’s boys.
Gavin and Jerry were enthralled by the three naked androids. They
had naked androids on their ship, but not like these men.
“How is it, my
boy can go away for two days and come back with four new
brothers?” Charlie laughed.
“Ya’ can’t have
too many brothers, Dad.” Waco smiled at him.
“I guess you
can’t at that. We certainly have the room and it will be nice to
have some new faces around the supper table.” allowed Charlie.
The men left the
ship through the portal and walked out of the barn into the compound of
the ranch. Scraps, Happy and Ranger were waiting to greet
them. Scraps wanted to be on the ship when Waco and Ox came back,
but Charlie thought it would be too much confusion for him and Happy to
be on board. Scraps was hurt until Lazarus explained to him they
were expecting folks who never saw dogs before, and they might be
frightened by them. That made more sense to Scraps, and he wasn’t
so upset.
When the men
walked out of the barn Strom, Bron, Bronc, and Ts’gan were stunned by
the animals. They never saw domesticated dogs before or
horses. The knew what wolves were, but they lived so far North
there were no horses. Of course, Ranger was bigger than the
average horse so he was pretty impressive. They were a bit wary
of the dogs at first but saw them jumping all over Waco and Ox and the
male dog was talking to them.
“Master Waco,—
Ox,— I’m so glad you’re home. I was worried about you. Are
you okay?”
“We’re fine,
Scraps. How are you and Happy getting along?”
“Wonderful,
Master Waco. I love Happy. I think she loves me. I
ain’t been this happy in a long time. We been talking about
having a family.”
“Good,
Scraps. I’d like to see some pups running around after you,
pulling your tail and nipping at yore’ heels.” Waco laughed.
Ranger stood
very still as Bron and Strom walked up to him. Bronc and Ts’gan
stayed behind their dad.
<< Go
ahead, Father Strom, you may touch my partner, Ranger. He won’t
bite. He’s a good friend . >>
Strom stuck out
his huge paw and gently stroked Ranger’s big head. Ranger shook
his mane and snorted a little. Strom immediately withdrew his
paw. Bron stuck out his hand and began to stroke Ranger’s
neck. He seemed to know what he was doing and Ranger responded
favorably.
Ping and Pong
were there to greet the men. Strom and Bron knew them well, but
Bronc and Ts’gan had never met them before. Neither had Gavin or
Jerry met them. The boys were fascinated by them. Bron kept
referring to Ping as “Little Mother.” Charlie heard him and
looked at Ping. She blushed bright red. Charlie opened his
arms to her and she jumped into his arms. Charlie held her and
looked into her beautiful eyes.
“I should have
known. You are even prettier than the day I first met you.
I just attributed it to good food and being comfortable here at the
ranch. That ain’t it at all, is it? All females blossom
like flowers when they’s carrying young. Congratulations, Ping,
I’m so happy for you and Pong. How long now?” Charlie
asked. Waco was standing beside him.
“She says a
month. They have only a hundred and twenty-three day gestation
period. The men on the ship tell her she is having two, a male
and a female.”
“That’s
wonderful, Ping.” said Charlie, “Is there anything special you require
we can get for you?”
Ping shook her
head at Charlie and pointed to Bron.
“Bron’s got
milk, Dad. When he sensed Ping was pregnant he immediately
started lactating. He will provide her with milk and help feed
her kits.” Explained Waco. “May I tell my brothers, Ping?”
Waco asked her quietly.
She blushed
again, batted her beautiful eyes, and nodded.
All the new men
and lummox were forgotten for a few minutes while everyone made over
Ping and Pong and congratulated them. Ping shed a few tears and
was gently chided by the men as Pong held her. She didn’t stop
blushing until Mary and Elsie rescued her from the cowboys and took her
off to talk ‘mother’ stuff with her. Ping was grateful they
included her. Charlie was right, she was more beautiful that
ever. She made her mate look almost drab by comparison.
* * * * * * *
Charlie and
Lazarus got their heads together to decide where to put everyone.
Strom was no problem. He would stay in the loft of the barn with
his boy, Garron; although, Ox was staying in the new bedroom with his
Master more and more. Strom was amused at how bundled up all the
men were against the chill of the Winter’s day. He and Ox were
very comfortable. It certainly was warmer than what Strom was
used to near the arctic circle.
Lazarus invited
Bron and his boys to bunk it in his house with Lucas and him.
There was plenty of room. Lucas showed the boys the two upstairs
bedrooms and then showed Bron the downstairs bedroom for himself.
The boys didn’t want to say alone without their dad. Lucas
couldn’t understand. They had two big rooms available to them.
“They’re used to
spending all their time with their family, Son. They grew up that
way. They were taught to stay close to Bron and their family
least they be preyed upon by some larger critter, so the others could
come to their rescue in a hurry. They would be very uncomfortable
sleeping by themselves. They’ve slept every night of their lives
within reaching distance of their dad. You ain’t gonna’ tear them
apart overnight. They have to get used to not being so
afraid. They’ll come around, but they have to do it on their
own. Seems to me you stuck pert-damn close to yore’ old man not
too long ago when we paid a visit to them Stamper boys.”
“Good point,
Dad. I can understand their feelings. We can offer them a
couple of single beds to put in the large bedroom downstairs.”
“Offer them, but
don’t insist. I have a feeling that huge bed in there will do for
all three of them.” Lazarus grinned and winked at Lucas.
“Like yore’ big
bed would be big enough for both of us, Master?”
“Touche’”
laughed Lazarus as he grabbed Lucas and hugged him. “How many nights
you slept alone this last week?” He smiled at Lucas.
“Only one, but
that was one too many.” Lucas smiled, “I had to get up early to
help Ms. Ida, but I didn’t wanna’ disturb you.”
“You never
disturb me. There’s some’um you and I need to talk about.
Remind me later this evening.” he told
Lucas.
Charlie
volunteered to take Gavin and Jerry into the big house. There
were plenty of extra bedrooms upstairs and a couple downstairs.
He was going to give each boy his own room, but Gavin spoke up.
“My dads said I
have to be responsible for my little brother, and I promised them I
would be, Mister Goodnight. One bedroom will be fine for
us. I don’t mind bunking with my little brother.”
“Whatever you
feel most comfortable with, Son. I understand completely.”
Charlie and Waco
put them in a big room with a large bed across from Waco’s original
room. They would share the boy’s new improved showers and
restroom with them. There was plenty of room. It also
became Waco and his boy’s responsibility to groom the huge lummox,
Strom. Lummox, unlike humans who mostly took care of themselves,
tended to be more like animals who needed tending to or they might
easily lapse back into their old ways.
From the very
first when Ox became Waco’s slave, Charlie insisted Waco take care of
him like any other animal on the ranch. Waco took his job
seriously and just accepted Strom as another project. Gavin and
Jerry became welcome additions to the brotherly workforce as they came
to be known. When Bronc and Ts’gan found out the boys were taking
care of their granddad they wanted to be involved. They were,
after all, family. Naturally, Lucas found it a greater part of
his bonding with the boys as brothers.
Strom was
as weak as Ox at the attention of the boys. He couldn’t keep his
big paws off of them. To have six human boys all running around
naked tending to him and his surrogate son, was about as close to
heaven as Strom could imagine. Waco was his favorite. He
could certainly understand how his son became so enamored of the young
human. Next was Captain Long’s adopted son, Lucas. Never
had Strom seen such beauty in a young human male. Strom became
close to the young American Indian boy who called him ‘honored
father.’ The ranch was just what Strom needed to keep him from
going into a deep depression from his loss of Pangle. She was
content her beloved mate found some happiness and wished him well.
* * * * * * *
The new guests
to the ranch just had time to settle in when Easter Sunday rolled
around. Charlie and Lazarus decided to have a blowout Easter
party, egg hunt for the kids under six, dinner and football game.
Lazarus decided it was too much for Charlie to handle alone
financially. He had been losing a lot of stock lately from
mysterious disappearance of cattle only to be found later drained of
all blood with certain parts surgically removed. Many of the
bones in their body would be broken like they’d been dropped from great
heights. Angus, Cotton and Hoot, the sheriff, Ranger Gibbons and
several neighbors were suffering the same losses.
Angus wasn’t
about to let Charlie foot the bill for such a big blowout and he
contributed almost as much as Charlie and Lazarus. Ranger Gibbons
caught on to what they were doing and added his help. It was
intended to be a family thing, but like all Goodnight functions, it got
out of hand. All the extended family got invited. Lucas
even suggested Lazarus invite his new slaves to attend with Cotton,
Hoot, and Blake Tindell. Lazarus also got in touch with Captain
Trong and invited him and his family. Of course, he invited Arlen
and Bryce.
Everyone
accepted Charlie’s invitations including the several football
coaches. They wouldn’t miss another football game at the
Goodnight ranch for anything. Over the year, the boys and slaves
plowed and leveled a field behind the main ranch house and planted it
in winter rye grass. They kept it mowed and come Sundays would
chalk it off into yard lines. They even built goal posts.
They created a football field. It was as professional as you
could get without being officially sanctioned. The coaches loved
it; however, they were totally unprepared for the raw talent they would
see play that Sunday afternoon.
Arlen and Bryce
arrived Saturday morning on the Bandersnatch. There was only
Lazarus, Charlie, and Lucas with Cable, David and Jonathan to meet
them. They had no idea of the other folks who arrived at the
ranch several days earlier and they had yet to meet Happy. They
were floored when they walked out to the barn to be greeted by
everyone. Arlen and Bryce were in tears to see Strom, Bron and
his boys again. Strom didn’t want to let Arlen go. He felt
his belly, patted it and grinned real big. He leaned down and put
his ear to Arlen’s stomach. He listened intently.
<< Good
strong heartbeats. They are healthy bairns. >> He projected
to Arlen.
“I’m so glad
you’re here, great father. I feel better now.” Arlen spoke
to him.
<< I will
take care of you, little father. >> Strom sent him. As big
as he was, next to Strom, Arlen was little.
Arlen met
Captain Trong and Commander Fielding’s bairns before, but when they
were much younger. Gavin remembered him, but Jerry drew a blank.
“How are your
parents, young’un?” Arlen asked Gavin as he gave him a hug.
“They’re fine,
Captain Jones. They’re due in an hour or so. You can ask
them yourself.”
“Wonderful.
I’ll look forward to seeing them again.”
Captain Trong
and his family arrived shortly after and there were several people on
hand to meet and greet them. Gavin and Jerry were settling into
their new living arrangements and took their parents by the hand to
show them their room. Charlie was somewhat concerned the number
of lummox were now three, plus the Captain and Commander had their two
young lummox bairns with them. Angus assured him none of the
friends and neighbors they had would say a word. They would
accept them in stride, and so they did. They were all anxious to
meet the large men but they knew from their experience with Ox they
were gentle creatures.
Lazarus’ sons
asked if they might attend the festivities. Charlie encouraged
him to let them if they would dress for the occasion. They were
happy to and came dressed in their finest cowboy clothes. Mary
Gibbons and Elsie Jessup were all over them to say nothing of their
doting mates. All the boys were standing around engaging Cable,
David and Jonathan in conversation while Scraps and Happy were under
foot vying for their attention. At one time or another every man,
woman and child who were familiar with them sought them out to speak
with them and welcome them to the festivities. They were the hit
of the afternoon and were ultimately recognized by the Stamper
boys. They looked familiar, but they couldn’t place where they
knew them at first.
“My God, they’re
the three naked angels.” Sam said to his brothers.
“No, it can’t
be.” rebuked Burt, “H’it’s yore’ imagination. They might
look similar, but the men what took care of me weren’t no
cowboys. They ain’t the men what took care of us at that clinic,
are they, boss?” Burt turned to Blake. He smiled but didn’t
answer.
“I think it is
them, Burt.” said Jeb. “I won’t never forgit their faces. H’it’s
them all right.”
They were
awestruck their ‘angels’ were at an Easter party at the Goodnight
ranch, dressed, for all the world, like any other buckaroo.
End Chapter 19 ~
Waco’s Lummox
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