evening, after Sam returned to his brothers, there were many questions
for Blake. Somehow, to Blake’s surprise and encouragement, the
primary question on their mind was, would Blake receive any kind of
reprimand or be reassigned because of Sam’s accident. Burt came
to his boss’s rescue.
“Let me answer
that, Boss.” Blake nodded for Burt to continue, “I was
there. I heard all what went on between our owner, our masters
and our boss-man here. They told him he done the right thing, and
they were proud of him. They assured him he was doing a
good job and would remain in his position. I’d just like to
add, I’m proud of him, too.”
applauded for Blake.
“How long will
you be our boss, Sir?” Zeke asked Blake.
“I have no
idea. It will depend on several things. First, how well you
do under my supervision; if your owner and masters are pleased with my
work, and I ain’t needed for another job they might have in mind.
Other than that I don’t foresee leaving you men for at least three
years. That’s when my indenturement is up, and I become a free
man again. Even then, if they like me well enough I probably will
be working for one or all your masters. That wouldn’t be so bad,—
being yore’ wrangler and git’n paid for it.” Blake smiled at them.
“Is Captain Long
a spaceman?” asked Jeb.
“That’s hard to
say. He was born on this planet and was raised right around this
area, but he was taken into space as a young man and has lived away
from Earth and roamed the galaxies for many years.”
what sang to us,— are they aliens.” Paul asked.
aliens!” Sam barked at him, “They be friends of Captain
Long. They jes’ happen to be a different life form. They’re
silicon based rather than carbon, like us.”
they’re made of sand?” asked Jeb.
“No more’n we’re
made of coal or chimney soot, little brother.” spoke up Burt.
went on and on until Blake called a halt to it.
that’s enough for one evening. You don’t need to know everything
right now. More will be revealed to you as time goes by, but I
promise, you won’t be disappointed.”
question, Boss Blake?” asked Jeb.
“All right, but
that’s the very last.” Blake agreed.
“What did you
mean this was just a beginning for us, and we would become children of
the stars? Does that mean we might not be slaves all our lives.”
“I hope not, but
I can’t say for sure. I don’t wanna’ give you false hopes.
will depend on you and your attitude. There are other factors you
know nothing about yet. They will determine how far you can go
and what you can accomplish. All you have to remember right now
is, you need to learn as much as you can, from me and from school if
you’re allowed to go, and keep an open mind and a good heart about your
circumstances. Learn to surrender gracefully and accept the
fact you’re slaves now and your lives belong to someone
else. There’s nothing you can do about it; however, you never
know what tomorrow might bring. Your lives could change
overnight. A lot will depend on you. Now, go in, take your
showers, brush your teeth, and let’s git to bed. Tomorrow is
gonna’ be a long day.”
* * * * * * *
Since Waco and
Charlie had two new permanent house guest, Gavin and Jerry
Trong-Fielding, aka Goodnight, and Lazarus and Lucas had three, Bron,
Bronc, and Ts’gan, there was an adjustment period; however, by the time
Arlen gave birth to the twins, and Strom settled down into his role as
second-birth father, things were going along well. Gavin and
Jerry seemed to adjust better than Bronc and Ts’gan, but they were
them to be ready for school in the fall, and that meant bringing Bronc
and Ts’gan up to speed for their age group. Gavin and Jerry,
while home schooled by their fathers, were fine. Waco, Travis,
Little Bear and Lucas were more advanced in their knowledge, but never
let on they were. Learning was new to Bronc and Ts’gan, but they
found it fascinating, and were soaking up knowledge on a daily basis.
Ping was put in
charge of tutoring the boys and had them on the ship for several hours
each day. Lazarus was worried she might be overdoing as her
pregnancy was beginning to show. What he didn’t know was Pong was
slowly taking over her job and began instructing the boys. They
were also laying before the Kryscells a couple of times a week and
being pumped full of knowledge. There was no doubt in Lazarus or
Charlie’s mind, Bron’s sons would be ready for school in the fall.
Gavin and Jerry
brought along their computer they shared, and Ping outfitted theirs the
same as she did Waco’s. She showed them how they could
communicate point-to-point directly with their fathers on the
Archimedes. It was a communication system that couldn’t be
intercepted or decoded. They spent an hour or so a couple of
evenings a week chatting with their dads. The boys would catch
them up on everything they were doing, and what was going on at the
ranch. They told them of several areas Pong was catching them up
on in their schooling.
* * * * * * *
expressed to his dad, with three slaves he didn’t know if there was
enough of him to go around. Charlie Goodnight laughed and assured
his son he was quite certain Waco had more than enough to share.
He explained it would be a matter of understanding personalities, his
slave’s needs, and scheduling. Waco wanted to spend more time
with his Lummox; however, his conscience wouldn’t allow him to neglect
his responsibilities to Travis or Little Bear. Besides, for the
time being, his Lummox had his hands full assisting his other dad,
Strom, with the twins.
As it turned
out, Little Bear wasn’t that demanding of Waco. He had his own
ideas and strengths that made him more independent than Travis.
He was interested in more things and people than Travis, and soaked up
everything he could as a learning experience. Travis was more
narrow in his direction of life. He was trained to think and act
like a personal slave. His center of attention became his master,
and Waco became his reason for being. Waco knew it, but rather
than become annoyed at Travis always being there, he came to understand
it was what Travis saw as his purpose in life.
never forgot he was Waco’s slave, and as such, was duty bound to him,
but it was more than that. Charlie and Waco made it so easy for
him he never really thought much about it. Master Angus’ advice
was right. He was glad he listened to the big cowboy.
Little Bear felt more like family than a slave. Above all, he
bonded with Waco, but he didn’t know how much Waco wanted or needed him
to participate in a relationship with him. He sometimes found
himself missing quality one-on-one time with his master. As young
as he was, he had been through a lot and was forced to grow up sooner
than most young men. Therefore, it was understandable he didn’t take
what bonds he made lightly.
forced sex on Little Bear. Waco was a bit confused about how to
handle him. Little Bear’s inner strength and sense of self was
strong. His identity with his heritage was palpable and something
Waco encouraged. For the first year, things seemed to go along at
a hit or miss pace, and with all that happened, Waco didn’t really have
time to think deeply about their relationship. In someways he
hoped Little Bear would just fit in. It didn’t quite work out
that way. Fortunately, Waco was a more sensitive man than most
white men Little Bear was exposed to. Waco was, indeed, his
had a talk about their relationship one afternoon. Waco was
neither reticent nor embarrassed to talk about his intimate relations
with his slaves if they wished. He felt any communication they
had would only improve or add to the pleasure of their time
together. Little Bear maneuvered the conversation into the area
of his and Waco’s sex life. After spending almost a year as the
Tennent boy’s personal sex toy he was understandably confused by Waco’s
laid back approach to relationships of any kind and particularly
intimate relations. Little Bear began to have self doubts about
his worth to his master.
What would cause
this? Why would a young boy who found himself enslaved against
his will be concerned about his self worth to his owner? Because
Little Bear had fallen deeply in love with the Goodnights. He
didn’t know who he loved more, Waco, Charlie, or Angus. Angus
wasn’t really in the running. Little Bear set him so far above
all other men, it was more a case of unbridled hero worship. Of
course, Angus wasn’t unaware of it and reveled in Little Bear’s
attention. When they were together, he would follow Angus around
like a puppy dog. It was amusing to everyone except Little Bear
and Angus. They were deadly serious about their relationship.
Angus was never too busy, he always had time for the boy, and he never
turned Little Bear away.
Little Bear was
growing up with three strong male figures for surrogate dads.
Living directly under the influence of Master Long was another major
contributor to Little Bear’s new found maturity, and given his
grandfather’s approval of these men, solidified his confidence and
affection for them. Thus, it lead him to be more than a little
pointed in his conversation with his young master.
“I’m your slave,
Master Waco. You have the right to demand sex of me anytime you
want it.” Little Bear stated as a matter of fact.
right. Thanks for reminding me, little brother, and by the way —
I meant to ask you — how’s that working out for you? Is it good
for you, bubba?” Waco joked and grinned real big. He knew
he hadn’t demanded much of Little Bear and only had sex with him when
Little Bear requested it.
matter to you whether it’s good for me. You’re my master, and I’m
your slave. As a matter of fact, it does work for me. It
works very well, thank you.” Little Bear grinned.
“What are you
getting at? What’s the problem? What’s your point, little
“You don’t never
demand sex of me.” Little Bear lamented.
“I don’t have
to! Why should I when you give it to me?” Waco said quietly.
“Not very often.”
enough. I ain’t complaining. When ju’ ever hear me
complain? When you do git’s the hongries for some of yore’ cowboy
master’s love’n you don’t never hold nothing back.
Damnation! Makes me horny jes’ a’ think’n on it. ‘At ain’t
no problem, is it?”
“I jes’ feel
like I ain’t being a good enough slave for you. Like maybe you
don’t need me as much as you do Travis or Ox.”
You know I don’t think on you, Travis or Ox that a’way! You’re my
bubba and brothers shouldn’t force themselves on one another. Are
you trying to say you want a little more action from yore’ Master?”
Sir,— I guess so. No. Oh, God, I don’t know. All I
know is sometimes I can’t think of nothing else but pleasing you, and I
damn near go crazy?”
“When does it
happen most?” Waco asked.
“Right after we
play a really hard game of football. All I can think about is how
great it would be to come back here to the ranch without showering and
have sex with you like we’s two animals in rut.”
me horny, too,— seeing all them tight asses, all the smells of male
funk when we git all lathered up with sweat and our pores are dripping
male hormones. And you, my fine native bro, have the most
wonderful smell about you,— God! H’it’s all I can do to keep from
taking a big bite out of yore’ butt on the playing field. Woah,
dogies! Don’t talk no more like that! You git’n me all
hot’n bothered!” Waco had Little Bear rolling on the bed in
laughter, “T’ain’t funny, little brother! You shouldn’t be mean
to yore’ master like ‘at!” Waco chastised him and then laughed.
fuck!” Little Bear finally got out through his laughter at his
master’s exaggerated response, “Does it effect Travis that way?”
“Naw, he’s more
laid back and thoughtful about such things. Well, you know,— he
jes’ wants to sit around and talk about the game. I think he
plays football jes’ ‘cause you and I love it, and he wants to be a part
of everything. That’s understandable, but I don’t think he
understands our love of the physical aspects of the game. He was
never able to play sports before because of his asthmatic condition,
but after Ox’s milk and the Kryscells corrected his condition, he’s
become a fine team member; one of the best. We can’t fault him
none about his play. He’s too damn good.”
here. He’s saved our bacon several times. It wouldn’t be
the same without Travis, anyways. I love Travis.”
“I know you
do. He knows it, too. I jes’ don’t think he appreciates the
down and dirty part of the game as much as you and me.” Waco
last game we played? I made you promise you’d take me to your bed
that night, but I didn’t want you to shower.” Little Bear asked
Lord,— I thought I was gonna’ blow yore’ damn head off when I shot my
knoooow,— me, too, Master.” Little Bear was laughing.
When you call me Master I know I’m in big trouble.” Waco kidded
ain’t! It’s jes’— ”
“Spit it out,
brother! Tell yore’ master what’s on yore’ mind.”
time I asked you to get a little rough and fuck me harder and faster?”
Little Bear recounted timidly.
the only one I can be a little rough with, but only because you asked
me for it. You was the one what urged me on. I jes’ took up
the ball and ran with it. Seemed like the thing to do at the
time. Ain’t sorry I done it, neither.” Waco chuckled, “You
might say we scored one for the home team on that one!” he fell over
laughing. “Damned if we didn’t score the extra points,
too!” he added laughing even harder at his analogy.
“I know! I
know! You’re so right! I’ll admit I was the one what
spurred ju’ on to greater glory.” Little Bear winked at him, “You
would never knowingly hurt a partner,— jes’ ain’t in yore’ nature to do
nothing like ‘at, but damn,— that was a night to remember. The
point I wanna’ make is, it really turned me on. I wanna’ explore
that some more with you.”
“Hop on board,
pod’na,’ that train’s about to leave the station. I’ll haul yore’
caboose until you blow yore’ whistle or pull the emergency cord.
I’ll take you as far as you wanna’ go, cowboy. I think you know I
enjoy a rough ride. Is that what this is all about?”
“Yes, Sir. I
guess it is. I jes’ don’t know how to ask for it without sounding
like a complete and total perv.”
“I think the
train’s already done left the station for that one, bubba!” Waco
started them laughing again. Little Bear got himself together.
Master Waco! You cain’t be serious about nothing! I know
you enjoyed it as much as I did. I could feel it down to my toes
when we finished. We shared something I ain’t never shared with
nobody. I don’t wanna’ blow yore’ head up or nothing, but I guess
you’re jes’ too damn good. You made me hungry for more. Our
teammates think you’re some kind of sexual athlete. I don’t
wanna’ lie to ‘em, but when we have sex like that, I don’t have
to. They’re right,— you are a sexual athlete. I want them
lousy buzzards to know I’m git’n some’um they can only dream about.”
believe some of em’ think that a’way?”
“Half the damn
team! Travis and I giggle about ‘em. We catch ‘em checking
you out when they don’t know we’re looking. The other half is
checking me and Travis out.”
you need me to be yore’ sexual athlete?” Waco smiled at him.
Master Waco, you know what I’m git’n at.”
“You want me to
reserve evenings after games for you?” Waco inquired.
“Is that asking
too much?” Little Bear responded.
Sounds like a plan to me. After a good hard game, I can’t think
of another teammate I’d rather have ride’n my old cayuse than you,
little brother. Works for me. Hell, I’d rather fuck my
brains out with you than sit around talking football all evening.
Does that apply to Sunday games, too? Funky smells and all?
If’n I’m gonna’ be ride’n you down hard and a little rough, can I roar
like a Tiger when I come?” Waco threw back his head and laughed
at his own crudeness.
looked him in the eyes and grinned real big.
“If there’s a
God, and I have anything to say about it,— you will, hoss!” Little Bear
fell out laughing.
roared Waco a la Tony the Tiger.
“I won’t be
cut’n in on Travis’ turf?” Little Bear asked concerned.
said, pod’na,’ I’s the master here. Travis matters, but I can
handle Travis. He git’s what he needs. I see to that, but I
know him so well by now. Travis don’t like no funky smells.
He’s a great lover. You,— not so much. You’re more
interested in doing it than a lot of building up to it. When
you’re hungry you don’t want a lot a warm up time. You wanna’ go
straight for the main course.” Waco elbowed Little Bear and he
nodded his head affirmative and laughed. Waco continued, “Travis
and me,— we have us some wonderful times, but he don’t like it rough or
down and dirty. I have to be a gentleman with him. No,—
that ain’t quite right, neither! Not because I ‘have’ to, but
because I love him, and I wanna’ be the best master or partner for him
I can. I want him to love me, so I give him what he wants and
needs, but I shore’ as hell git what I need in return.” Waco
grinned then continued.
“A man should
never compare sex partners. One brings to the bed things the
other don’t. H’it’s like apples and oranges. A steady diet
of either one might become tiresome; howsomever, thank God I got me an
orange in you, bubba. So, from now on, we got us a date after our
games. I’ll jes’ tell Travis and Ox not to count on me spending
time with them after a football game. That time belongs to my
It became a
regular thing between Waco and Little Bear. It suited them
perfectly,— like peas and carrots. They knew they could count on
those times together, and they looked forward to them. They found
themselves playing harder in the games just to get as funky as they
could for each other. It wasn’t long before their teammates began
to get wise to them and knew Waco and Little Bear would disappear for a
while after a game. Even their school team picked up on the
sexual tension that passed between them in the locker room after a
game. They began to slip out of the locker room to get back to
the ranch without showering. They would spend hours enjoying each
other. They would be sated for another week or until the
next game on the weekend.
The rest of the
time Waco was free to devote to Travis and Ox. Little Bear didn’t
feel so guilty about spending time with Master Charlie. He was
up-front with his young master. He made no bones about his
affection and devotion to Charlie. Charlie enjoyed Little Bear’s
company and they spent a great deal of time together.
* * * * * * *
Lazarus decided to wait on getting computers for the other boys until
the fall. The summer was upon them, and they didn’t want the boys
spending their time in front of a computer monitor. It just so
happened the four boy’s birthdays were in June. Rather than
celebrate each one separately they decided to have one big blowout on
the fifteenth of the month. It wasn’t anyone’s actual day, but it
was on a Saturday and Lazarus and Charlie thought it would do. On
the actual day of each boy’s birthday there were small tokens of
appreciation, cards exchanged and well wishes.
officially reached their teens. They were fully fledged teenagers
without the pimples. While their classmates at school were
beginning to be ravaged by the onslaught of raging hormonal changes and
most looked like undercooked pizzas, the boy’s skin was kept flawless
by the Kryscellians. This was not missed nor did it go unnoticed
by their peers and teachers. When asked about it, they responded
it was due to a good diet and little or no sweets. They also had
perfect teeth to back up their assertions.
Angus wanted to
throw the party which was fine with the boys, but they got their heads
together and wanted to know if they could invite all their
friends. They didn’t hedge with Angus. They told him
exactly who they wanted to invite. Angus had no problem with
their choices. Waco didn’t want presents to be a big thing at the
party. Since it wasn’t socially acceptable for slaves to receive
gifts, Waco didn’t want a lot of hoop-la about any gifts he might
understood and promised they would abide by his wishes. Most of
the larger presents were reserved for his actual birthday. That
was fine with Waco. Everyone, including slaves, were invited from
Charlie’s ranch, except for a skeleton crew left to take care of any
emergencies. They were sent food, and birthday goodies through
the gate in the barn.
Blake and several of the cowboy-slave trustees who were dating the
Stamper boys were invited along with the boys. Douglas Tin Penny
passed the civil service exam and was now a rookie deputy. The
other native American man from the Apache tribe failed the exam so Don
Lassiter offered the job to Doug’s younger brother, Brody. Brody
took the exam, passed and was hired by Don. The old Chief
couldn’t have been prouder of his sons. They and their families
were invited along with the Chief and his wives.
The boys invited
the Trong-Fieldings, since Gavin and Jerry were living with the
Goodnights, and of course, they invited Strom, Bron, Bronc and
Ts’gan. Arlen Jones and Bryce came from the Raven for the
weekend. Arlen hadn’t seen the twins in a while and was anxious
to see them again. They were doing just fine with Strom.
They couldn’t have had a better second-birth father. The twins
were regular as clockwork with their feedings and made the trip up and
back twice a day. By the middle of June, Strom was beginning to
show a bit more.
Ping and Pong, but they graciously declined. Ping was due to
deliver soon and they wanted to stay close to the ranch and the
ship. He invited Cable, David and Jonathan, but they declined as
well in case they were needed in an emergency. They wanted to be
around in case Ping needed assistance. Angus even invited Scraps
and Happy, and they were more than willing to attend, but Waco drew the
line with his pony Ranger. He didn’t think Ranger should be going
to human parties unless they were at his dad’s ranch. They just
decided not to tell Ranger. Waco should’ve known better.
Lazarus warned him, it’s difficult to keep secrets from horses.
The day of the
party arrived and everyone was arriving and busy getting ready to make
the trip to the other Goodnight ranch. Ranger could see all the
activity and asked several times what was going on. Waco told him
they were going to a gathering of folks and would be back before he
<< Can I
go?” >> he asked.
this time, big fellow. We play football in the stadium at school,
but we don’t take you to those games. We couldn’t. It jes’
wouldn’t be allowed. We’d have to hook up dad’s big trailer,
because it’s too far for me to ride you over. >>
>> was all Ranger replied, << But Scraps and Happy
are going. I heard them talking about it, and there’s gonna’ be a
football game. You know how much I love to watch you men play
football. The players always pat me for good luck. I’m a
part of the team. You even pat me for good luck. >>
<< I know,
but not this time, friend. We can’t take you everywhere with
us. I know it’s hard to understand, but sometimes what we humans
do jes’ ain’t for ponies. >>
<< I never
bother anyone. I ride the kids around without dropping
them. I thought you loved me, Waco. You told me you did.
<< I do
love you, Ranger, with all my heart. I jes’ think it would be
better if you stayed here this time. >>
right. >> Ranger turned and slowly walked away like he’d
been crushed. He was rejected and Waco felt terrible. He
felt like a major asshole. He wasn’t being totally truthful with
Ranger. He could’ve taken him through the portal to Angus’
barn. Was he being selfish?
The party got
underway and folks kept arriving. The football coaches and their
families were invited. They wouldn’t miss if for the world.
They could smell a potential football game for a radius of a hundred
miles. Little Bear was beside himself to welcome his uncles,
aunts, granddad and his other relatives to the party. Lucas
wasn’t clinging to Lazarus anymore. He was busy helping Angus,
and several other of Angus’ slave-cowboys set up tables and chairs for
greeted his nephew and his posse, the first thing he asked was,
“Where’s Ranger? Didn’t you bring him?”
“I thought it
would be too much, Uncle Angus.” Waco said.
“I told you to
bring him if you wanted to along with Scraps and Happy. He’s
part of the family.” Angus said.
“I know, but I
jes’ thought better of it.”
“Does he know?”
“Yes, Sir, he
heard Scraps and Happy discussing the party.”
“Did he ask you
“Yes, Sir, but I
told him he couldn’t come with us.”
Angus said and raised an eyebrow at Waco. “I’ll bet he was
“He was. I
felt like a jerk.”
always bring him through the gate, you know?” Angus said quietly.
“I know. I
jes’ didn’t feel right about it.” Waco replied.
yore’ party.” was all he said and walked away. Once again
Waco felt like an asshole.
progressed and more and more folks asked Waco if Ranger was
coming. The Stamper boys wanted to know who they were going to
rub for good luck? More and more people wanted to know if the big
pony was going to be there for the kids to ride. Waco was feeling
pretty bad by the time it came to playing football. His dad sat
him to eat his picnic lunch.
“Why so glum,
Son?” asked Charlie, “Today should be a happy day. You look like
you jes’ lost yore’ best friend.”
“I may have,
Dad.” Waco proceeded to tell him what he did and how everyone was
asking for Ranger. “I don’t know what to do?”
“J’ever hear the
word ‘precedent,’ Son?”
“Yes, Sir, h’it
means doing something of significance for the first time you intend to
keep doing. It sets a standard for what’s to follow.”
right. Do you think you set a precedent for Ranger by letting him
wander around free at all our parties and be a part of everything what
was going on?”
different, Dad. That’s at home where Ranger belongs. He
can’t come to our football games in town.”
“Yeah, but yore’
uncle’s ranch ain’t exactly in town.” Charlie smiled then
continued. “A quick trip through the gate and he’d be here.”
“All right, I’ll
send Little Bear and Travis after him.”
“No, if you want
him here, you go yourself. You need to tell him you made a
mistake. Tell him how you feel and invite him yourself.”
walking down to Angus’ barn. Angus and Scraps fell in step and
walked with him.
going, Master Waco?” Scraps asked.
“To see a horse
about a man, Scraps.” Waco turned and winked at Angus.
“Can we go
along, Master Waco?” Scraps asked.
“Don’t see why
not. If I have to eat humble pie I might as well share it.”
he chuckled and Angus patted him on the back.
“Your dad talk
with you, Son?”
“Yes, Sir, Uncle
the right thing.”
They went to the
back of the old barn, opened the gate and walked through. Scraps
ran ahead calling to his friend.
Ranger! Come! Master Waco and Master Angus have something
to tell you.” he spoke.
<< I don’t
care. Master Waco hurt my feelings. >>
don’t be that way. He didn’t mean to, Ranger. He thought he
was doing the right thing at the time, but he’s thought about it some
more, and he’s changed his mind. He loves you, that’s why he came
back for you. >>
truth is, dear pony, everyone is asking for you. They all said
h’it don’t seem like a party without you. When my dad told me I
done wrong by you I knew I had to come and ask yore’ forgiveness.
>> Waco told him.
it’s too late now. You don’t have no trailer. >>
need one, big fellow. Come, follow me, my uncle and Mister
and we’ll take you through a magic door to my uncle’s ranch. All
you have to do is step through. Think you can do that? >>
<< Sure, I
can go anywhere you can,— if I’m allowed. >> Waco picked up
on the double meaning of his statement, and the barb on the end.
He laughed to himself.
<< I guess
I deserved that, friend. >> Ranger didn’t reply.
shaken by the gate at first, but when he saw Scraps go through, he
wasn’t afraid. He followed Waco right through. Angus and
Waco walked up to the crowd followed by Ranger and Scraps.
Everyone dropped what they were doing to walk up to greet and pet the
big horse. Ranger was in his element. He adopted a stance
of a show horse in an arena. He was magnificent. All the
little kids were running around yelling and screaming to be put on his
back. Little Bear walked up with a huge dish of vanilla ice cream
and held it up for Ranger. He slowly lapped up the entire
contents of the bowl and licked it clean. He was in heaven.
* * * * * * *
game began. The coaches got their heads together and wanted to
change things up a bit. They wanted to play Waco and Lucas on the
same team and Travis and Little Bear on the other. Little Bear
was to quarterback for the other team and Waco was to quarterback for
his team with Lucas playing running back/receiver. Bronc and
Travis were to be Little Bear’s running backs and receivers. The
Stamper boys were divided up between the teams. J.R. was on his
brother’s team and Ts’gan, Gavin and Jerry were on the other. The
coaches wanted only the younger men to start the game. They
wanted to see what potential they had for their own personal ambitions.
Chief Tin Penny
couldn’t have been prouder of his grandson starting as quarterback for
the other team. Little Bear played his heart out. His team
made the first touchdown and scored the extra points. There was a
new boy in the game who hadn’t played with the boys before because he
never attended any of their parties. His name was Leon
Olsen. His family was dirt poor. Leon came to school in old
clothes and most of the time wore no shoes. He wasn’t wearing
shoes or boots to the party. He told Waco he
couldn’t come to the boy’s birthday party because he couldn’t leave his
little brother and sister home by themselves. Waco told him to
bring them and arranged for one of the sheriff’s deputies to pick them
up on their way. Leon was playing for Little Bear’s team and made
the first touchdown. Something in the boy came alive. He
suddenly rose from a poor nobody to someone who got a glimpse of his
own self worth and a ray of light into a possible future. He
became a star athlete that afternoon.
Leon was all
over the field and everywhere the other team wasn’t. All Little
Bear had to do was look for Leon, and he had a clear shot to the
boy. Leon ended up making three of the touchdowns in a hard
fought game, and for all their talent, Waco and Lucas couldn’t seem to
get it together until the last few minutes of the game. It was a
close game. Waco and Lucas won by one point, but they had to
fight like never before. The coaches were boggled. Here
they had another natural athlete, and he wasn’t on any team at school.
The reason was,
he had to be the man of his house. His dad mysteriously
disappeared, and he had to help his mom take care of his little brother
and sister. He also had a part time job after school to earn what
money he could for his family. All the players surrounded him
after the game to shake his hand and tell him what a great player they
thought he was. They all thought he should be on the school
team. He thanked them, but didn’t say much. The coaches
weren’t going to take no for an answer. Angus stepped in and told
the coaches they should pull back. They needed to talk with the
other men. They didn’t know everything.
* * * * * * *
Waco and Little
Bear was hornier than two steers in a pasture of fresh heifers.
what I’m think’n, little brother?” Waco asked Little Bear.
“Loud and clear,
“The old barn,
in the loft in ten minutes.”
“I’ll be there,
everyone who congratulated them on a great game, became lost in the
crowd and found their way to each others’ arms in the far corner of the
loft in the old barn. They hugged and kissed briefly and ran
their hands over each others’ sweaty bodies. Little Bear dropped
to his knees and without permission attacked his Master’s cowboy belt
buckle and the zipper on his Wranglers. He pulled them down to
his Master’s boot tops and saw a full jockstrap before him, stained
with sweat and yellow cowboy piss where Waco didn’t shake the
last few drops off his dick before returning it to his strap after he
God! You wore your jock, Master.”
“I know you
did. I didn’t wanna’ disappoint you.” they laughed together.
“You know me too
well, Master Waco. Of course I did. May I, Master?”
Little Bear took
a deep breath of Waco’s crotch and let it out with a pleased sigh.
“That good, huh,
slave?” Waco laughed as he asked.
jes’ fuck’n wonderful.”
began sucking Waco’s balls through his jockstrap getting the taste of
the material, sweat mixed with a bit of piss. It was like
ambrosia to him and excited him for more. After he made several
rounds he could feel his master hard as a rock underneath. Little
Bear moved Waco’s jock to the side to let his master hang out in all
his glory. Again, he didn’t wait for permission. He dove
into cleaning and sucking everything in the surrounding area.
Waco’s sweaty balls and crotch excited him no end. Finally he got
down to the main course and took several long hits on Waco’s big cowboy
dick. About the fourth stroke he could feel his master’s back
arching and knew to withdraw a little. Waco shot such a big load
Little Bear almost lost some of it. If he hadn’t gulped the hot,
creamy cowboy come down he would have. It tasted like honey to
him, mixed with all the healthy smells of a prime young athlete.
Little Bear cleaned his master and returned his cock to his
jockstrap. He helped him up with his Wranglers.
Waco didn’t say
anything but reached down and grabbed Little Bear’s belt buckle and
quickly undid it. He shoved his pants down to his boot tops then
fell to his knees to do the same for his slave-brother.
Bear asked questioning his master’s action.
slave! I’m yore’ master. Do you think only slaves should
enjoy such things?”
Master Waco. I didn’t mean no disrespect, Sir.”
“I know you
didn’t. Now, hesh up and enjoy the ride.”
Waco took Little
Bear like a three dollar whore late for Sunday school. Little
Bear was panting like a rabbit who had been chased by a coyote into its
lair. He shot the hardest load he could remember. Waco
cleaned him and returned his pants to their original position.
Waco threw his big arms around his smaller slave. He gently
kissed Little Bear about the face and finally on his lips. They
parted. Waco reached down and grabbed a big old handful of Little
Bear’s ass and hung on tight.
“That little ass
is mine tonight, slave! I’m gonna’ fuck you ‘til I run yore’ damn
train off the tracks.” He growled and kissed Little Bear deep and hard.
Master! Don’t talk like that! I’m gonna’ drop my load again
if’n you don’t take yore’ hand away from my ass. You know what
you said about being mean to you?”
“I feel like
being mean to you, little brother.” he growled. Waco didn’t
let go, but grabbed a bigger handful and kissed him harder. He
felt Little Bear’s body collapse in his more powerful arms. The
young man shuddered once, twice and then a third time. Waco held
him without letting go of anything. Finally he gently withdrew
his tongue and mouth from his slave.
“Ju’ fill yore’
strap, Son?” Waco said with mirth in his voice.
“You know I did,
“Was it as good
for you as it was for me?” he asked with a wicked grin.
better, Master. I don’t think I can wait for this evening.” he
can. H’it makes it all the more better if’n you anticipate
something. Jes’ remember,— I’m gonna’ fuck the snot out a’ you,
little brother. When you clean yourself, don’t you shower no
other part of your body, you understand?” Waco growled.
Little Bear said meekly.
“You don’t clean
yourself, ya’ hear? You wear that load in your jockstrap the rest
of the afternoon. Take it off when you clean yourself then you
put it right back on before you come to my bed,--- understand, slave?”
order, Son!” Waco growled again just before he deeply kissed
“I will obey my
master, Sir.” Little Bear said with all the love in his heart.
Waco was playing
the game and Little Bear was pleased with his big brother. He
hadn’t counted on wearing his come in his strap the rest of the
afternoon. It was Waco’s invention, but Little Bear thought it
was so fucking hot. He knew Waco was his master, but he also knew
Waco was his bonded brother and would do anything for him. Waco
was giving his slave what he wanted and needed. Little Bear
couldn’t have been happier.
* * * * * * *
lamenting he probably was going to be alone that night because Little
Bear and Waco slept together after every football game. Lucas
Bryce usually bunks it in with me, but he and Blake Tindell are gonna’
bunk it in together tonight. If’n you’s a mind to, you might ask
yore’ master if you could bunk it in with me; however, don’t accept my
invite if'n you ain't ready for me to make love to you. Be
up-front with your master. Tell him the truth.”
“I think I would
enjoy that, Lucas. I’ll ask him.”
Waco and didn’t beat around the bush.
“He wants to
fuck me, Master Waco.”
“How do you feel
about him, little bro?”
“I think I would
like it, Master Waco.”
“Then go for
it. You got my blessing. I don’t know’s Lucas has ever done
anything with anybody. You may be his first. Give him your
best, slave. Your performance reflects on your owner. Make
me proud of you.”
“I will, Master
Waco,— I promise.” Travis threw his arms around Waco and kissed
him. Waco laughed at Travis’ joy.
cleared it with his master before he asked Travis to bunk it in with
“I know you
don’t plan on have’n him fuck you.” Lazarus said as a matter of
That’s reserved for one man.”
decided yet who it will be, Son?”
“You wanna’ tell
“Not unless you
order me to, Sir.”
git’n good. I knew you’d be a fast study.”
Sir. I’m learning from the best.”
“You shore’ you
ain’t never fucked nobody before, Son?”
I wouldn’t lie to you.”
“I hear tell
Travis is one of the best fucks around. You couldn’t a’ picked no
better for your first time. Jes’ take it slow and be a thoughtful
lover, and you’ll do fine. Give him what he needs, but make damn
sure you take what you need. He won’t feel satisfied less’n you
Master. Thank you, Sir.”
a ‘Long’ boy. You’n me,— we may not have the same DNA, but my
blood flows through yore’ veins. You got several pints of my
blood after we got you back to the Bandersnatch from the jail. I
made damn shore’ you got the same dick hang’n off yore’ body I got
hang’n off mine. Use it well, Son. That’s why I gave it to
you. Make yore’ daddy proud of you.”
“I’ll do my
boy.” Lazarus grabbed Lucas, hugged him and planted a big kiss on
* * * * *
The coaches were
invited to the rancher’s regular pow-wow that always took place at one
of the family functions,— usually late in the afternoon after football
and everyone was settling down. Lazarus spoke to them.
“The reason we
asked you men to back off from talking with Leon Olsen is, we ain’t
sure of his circumstances. You men remember during George the
first’s presidency, before he took over the republic, he and his
cronies contracted with Brown, Root and Kellogg which was part of
Halliburton corporation to build over eight hundred detention camps
around the U.S. with yore’ tax dollars. It was never approved by
congress, and there was no vote for appropriation of funds for the
Most people knew nothing about it. It stayed out of the
conservative controlled main stream media. The president and his
men were so secretive about everything, they would only say they were
for terrorist detainees in case of national emergency.
his regime lost some of its power to the Democrats in the midterm
elections of ‘06 the neo-con regime contracted with Brown, Root and
Kellogg for another two hundred and fifty detainment camps to be built
with more tax dollars. As you know, ‘W’ gutted the constitution,
and like any cornered rat, saw the Democrats win of that year as a
direct threat to his power. He and his cadre were also fearful
the new Democratic congress would investigate, find out all the
criminal things his administration did in their six years in office and
prosecute them. They vowed not to let that happen. They allowed the
Democrats to take office, but the Democratically controlled congress
refused to go along with any more of
their insanity. When they stood up to him and his band of
criminals, he made his move to grab complete control of the
government. Everything he needed was in place. The previous
Republican controlled congress, who was suppose to be representing the
people and swore to defend the Constitution, handed it to him without
so much as a debate. He
contracted with mercenaries, who illegally marched through the
streets of New Orleans after hurricane Katrina. He brought in
troops, and Canadian troops his administration contracted with several
years before under the guise of merging the three countries, Mexico,
the U.S. and Canada into one country.
He had anyone who dissented against him rounded up and
arrested as traitors. That included any opposing congressmen or
women. They were held
without trial. Many remained for years and died in them
camps. When his own party realized too late the monster they
created had grown too big for them to handle, a few dared to rebel
against him. He claimed marital law, rounded them up, had them
arrested, then disbanded congress. He had full support of the
extreme right wing, lunatic fringe, who
were only too pleased to have their man in total power. They
clapped their hands and foamed at the mouth as he methodically did away
with anyone who dissented against his actions. They shouted with
glee as they watched the left wing
perverted liberals frog marched off to detention camps all across the
new republic. They were drunk with their new found power, and no
one did anything to help those who were taken away. Like most
conservatives, they were too stupid
to see the other side of the coin. They were only feeding a
fire of infamy that would, one day, come back to cause them a
deal of grief.
He played to his
limited power base and granted them all their wildest wishes. Gay
people were rounded up, imprisoned and sold into slavery. Since
the media was owned by the conservative corporations who backed his
rise to power, only propaganda praising his actions reached the
mainstream media. The only real news source what told the truth
without right wing spin was the Internet. He quickly made new
laws which allowed Microsoft to buy all rights to the U.S.
Internet. Since the U.S. controlled the greater share of the
Internet market, the sale made repercussions throughout the
underground freedom movement found ways around the government imposed
censorship Microsoft placed on the net. Slowly but surely, one by
one, most of the more outspoken of these patriot freedom fighters were
rounded up and sent to
detention camps as traitors, terrorist, enemy combatants, when their
only weapon was words. It began to cost the government huge
amounts of money to contain, house and feed all them folks. The
new Theocracy had to have a steady income base, but one of the
government’s major cash cows came from revenues made by the blue state
They financially supported most of the red states who voted against
them to create the nation’s downfall. The blue states kept the
republic afloat. Most of them were hauled off to detention camps.
Where did the
turn for money? The neo-cons ordered the tax cuts Bush gave to
rescinded. When that wasn’t enough to satisfy him and keep his
several wars going, he began to tax them heavily. Then he passed
laws that religions of any flavor operating within the boundries of the
United States would pay taxes on their income and property holdings,---
including the Catholics. The monster they
created had come full circle to bite them in the butt. Something
had to be done.
modern slavery began again in the U.S. Many of the able bodied
detainees were sold to large corporations to work for nothing, only to
meet their meager needs to keep them alive. The old and infirm
were left in the detention camps to rot and die of neglect and
disease. Hundreds of thousands of good Americans met their
untimely deaths at the hands of the Bush regime. The main stream
media covered it up and showed pictures of older folks smiling, getting
treated well and with kindness. That wasn’t the way it was.
Since then, the
NSA has unlimited powers to arrest anyone they please without a warrant
and hold them indefinitely without charge. People began to
disappear. They wouldn’t even be give a chance to contact a
friend or loved one to tell what happened to them. Once they were
taken away by the men in black suits they were never seen or heard from
again. You men in rural areas have been pretty much sheltered
against that sort of thing, because your existence and work product is
needed by the Theocracy. If they shut you down they wouldn’t have
food. You’re still somewhat free and allowed to sell your
products but on a controlled basis.
long arm of the theocracy and the NSA is slowly creeping into rural
areas. People are once again disappearing, one by one. Leon
Olsen’s dad, Luke Olsen, was mysteriously taken about two years
ago. His wife was left on their farm to take care of three
kids. It was rough on her. We’ve helped her when we
when she would allow us to. She barely managed to keep her head
above water. Leon doesn’t know we know, but a couple of months
ago, while the kids were away at school, they came and took her
away. She ain't been seen or heard from since. We’ve tried
to find out where she is, but no one seems to know.
Leon’s got it
rough right now. He been left alone to take care of his little
brother and sister by himself. A thirteen year old kid shouldn’t
be shouldered with such responsibility. Of course, he’s trying to
do his best, and God love him, he’s been keeping them together.
They need help. Today is probably the first good meal they’ve had
in months. The poor boy don’t even have a decent pair of boots to
wear to school. He ain’t in a position to spend his afternoons
playing football. He works odd jobs after school for small
amounts of money to put food on the table. I’m sure he’d love to
play football if the circumstances were different, but he’s got his
little brother and sister to think of. Now, the question
comes down to, what are we going to do about it?”
looked downtrodden; however, they didn’t live in a glass bubble.
They knew outside their small community things weren’t like they used
to be. They went about their lives from day to day thinking if
they complied and kept their noses clean they would survive. Like
the children of Israel who smeared lamb’s blood on the entrance to
their home, if they did the right things, when the men in black suits
came in the night, they would be passed over. They were very
uncomfortable even talking about what was going on, but they listened
to Lazarus intently. Lazarus didn’t tell the coaches
everything. They were told just enough to test them yet
Most of the
ranchers, including the Chief and the sheriff knew Lazarus had a bag of
tricks up his sleeve which would make any magician green with
envy, to say nothing of the thriving industrial military complex.
Luke Olsen, his wife Lee Ann and their three children were
on his list of folks to be saved, and he fully intended to do his
job. He talked with the boys of the Goodnight ranches
earlier. They apprised him of Leon’s plight. Lazarus,
Charlie and Angus had a meeting and decided it was time the boys got
involved in their community and reached out to those less fortunate
than themselves. In the meantime,
the men decided the kids couldn’t stay by themselves. They needed
a home and someone to look after them. Lazarus asked for
suggestions, or if anyone was willing to take them in. All the
men looked at each other. Hoot looked at Cotton. Cotton
smiled and nodded to his mate. That’s all Hoot needed.
“We do pert-damn
good with slaves, ramrod Long, but we’re talk’n freeman family
here. We got us that huge house with nobody in it but Cotton’n
me, but before we go off half-cocked and volunteer to take these kids
in, we want it understood by everyone here, we ain’t got us no ulterior
motives. We ain’t that kind a’ men.”
“Is there any
man here what would think such a thing?” Lazarus ask of the
assembled men. No one said a word. “There,— you got chore’
answer. Besides, you already done got a family living under yore’
supervision. So far, with the help of Blake Tindell, you men have
done an excellent job; far better than I even hoped for. I don’t
you got chore’self no worries from these men. Sooner or later,
everyman here is gonna’ have to help pull the wagon. A man reaps
what he sows.”
Lazarus let Hoot
and Cotton know he wouldn’t let them foot the bill alone. He
would contribute regularly to the Olsen children’s support and
upkeep. The fate of the Olsen children was settled that afternoon
among some fine men who weren’t afraid to come to grips with the
situation and offer a workable solution. Lazarus and his men
allowed the boys to sit in on the conversation, because it indirectly
involved them. Lazarus, Charlie and Angus knew before hand Hoot
and Cotton would be the first to offer help. They cleverly
planned it. The boys were important because the men knew they
would have to depend on them to sell the idea to Leon. His little
brother and sister would do what Leon told them.
It wasn’t the
boys or the men who convinced Leon it might be a good idea. It
was the Stamper boys. Leon was totally against leaving the farm
because he was sure one day soon his dad and mom would come walking up
the road to the house and everything would be okay; they’d be together
again. He was so adamant, Lazarus motioned for the men to back
off. They asked him to think about it. No one was going to
force him to do anything. If they did, he wouldn’t be happy, and
they didn’t want that.
After they broke
up Angus served more ice cream and birthday cake. The Olsen kids
got theirs and went to sit under a huge oak tree where the Stamper boys
were sitting with a couple of the older cowboy slaves who were Burt,
Phil and Sam’s buddies. They were laughing, talking and having a
good time. Leon knew they were sold into slavery by their
dad. He felt bad for them, but they didn’t seem to be doing too
badly. They were well dressed, looked well fed, content
and seemed happy enough. He sat at a table with them. They
welcomed him. They were talking about the game and how well Leon
played. They were all impressed. Leon blushed at their
“I ain’t seen
you men in sometime now. H’it’s good to see you again and git a
chance to play some ball with you.” Leon said.
“Yeah, we be
living as slaves over to Master Hoot and Cotton’s ranch. Our
daddy done sold us into slavery and Master Long bought us. We may
git to go to school next year if’n we work hard enough this
year.” Phil spoke up.
“How’s it work’n
out for you men?” Leon asked sincerely.
There was a long
silence. Every brother was about to speak when Burt spoke first
with strong conviction.
“Best damn thing
ever happened to this family.” Burt said.
“Amen to that,
brother!” agreed Sam.
said it better myself!” said Jeb.
“Beats the hell
out a’ how we was livin’ before.” allowed Zeke.
“I don’t wanna’
admit it, but my bother’s are right.” said Phil.
“You look well
fed and happy.” complimented Leon.
“Them two old
cowboy masters and our slave-bossman look after us day and night.
None of us like the idea of being slaves, but h’it’s more like being a
part of a larger family living there. The five of us have become
more like family than we ever were before, and we’ve gained some
family, too.” Burt nodded to his companion. The older
cowboy grinned at him. Burt continued, “Sure, we work hard almost
every day, but we can relax in the evenings. If’n we work hard
and are good, we git to be included in days like today. We’ve had
a great day today. They tell us what to do and when to do it, but
we’re becoming used to it. H’it kinda nice to know somebody cares
about you enough to see you do the right thing. It makes us feel
like we’s a part of something bigger than ourselves. We hear tell
you was offered a place to stay with Master Hoot and Cotton in their
big house. You gonna’ come live with us?”
“Naw, I thanked
them, but I turned ‘em down. We ain’t git’n along so good, but I
expect ma and pa home any day now.” Leon heard himself, and his
words sounded empty. He thought to himself he was saying it more
for his little brother and sister than himself.
more silence. Burt’s buddy slowly shook his head.
“Were they taken
by the black suits, Son?” the cowboy asked.
“Yes, Sir,— they
were.” he replied.
There was a
pregnant silence. The old bull rider sighed deeply and slowly
shook his head.
“I ain’t never
hear’d of any man, woman, or child taken by the black suits what ever
returned. Ya’ better start think’n about chore’ little brother
and sister. If, by some miracle, yore’ parents do return, the
good men in this community will be the first to let you know.
Now, if’n Master Hoot and Cotton offered you kids a home, I’d shore’ as
hell seriously consider taken ‘em up on their offer. They be two
of the finest men I ever did know. We’re just ordinary slaves,
but they take care of us and treat us like family. You’ll be
freemen living with other freemen.”
“I’d listen to
ma’ pardner there, Mr. Olsen.” said Burt.
“You don’t have
to call me Mr. Olsen, Burt.” Leon told him.
“Yes, he does,
Sir.” said Burt’s partner, “He’s a slave and you’re a freeman.
He’s required to show you respect. I’m a much older man than you;
however, I’m still a slave, and as such, I must show you the same
respect my partner does.”
“But Mr. Daniels
and Mr. Austin,. . . ain’t they,. . .?” Leon asked about Hoot and
asked Burt, knowing what Leon was getting at.
“Yeah, you know,
. . .” replied Leon.
That’s exactly what they are,— partners,— bonded mates. I don’t
think you could drive them two old cowboys apart with a log
splitter. I never understood bonding like that until
recently.” Burt smiled at his partner, “Master Hoot and Cotton
are devoted to each other, and that’s the end of it. I guarantee
ya,’ they won’t never bother you,— less’n you ask ‘em to.” Burt
winked at his mate and everyone laughed.
* * * * * * *
The party came
to an end. Everyone was saying their ‘goodbyes’ and hugging each
other. The Stamper boys went to each of the Goodnight men and the
thank them individually for inviting them to their party and to tell
them what a good time they had. Everyone left and the boys helped
Shane clean up the area and then went home. Waco and Little Bear
took Ranger, Scraps and Happy through the portal.
waste any time getting to bed. Little Bear went in, cleaned
himself inside for his master and came to his bed wearing his soiled
jockstrap as his master instructed. Waco was laying on top of a
big black leather cowhide they threw across the bed. He was
wearing his jockstrap. Little Bear marveled at how handsome and
attractive his master looked laying there in the moonlight. Waco
grabbed his slave
around the waist, shoved his face into Little Bear’s crotch and took a
“I’m gonna’ have
to whip yore’ ass, slave.” Waco grinned.
“There is a
God!” exclaimed Little Bear. They rolled together on the bed
“You deserved to
be punished for not coming to me sooner with your request for something
a little different.”
“Well, if you
have to whip me, make damn sure you give me a couple extra for my own
stupidity.” Little Bear said like he was disgusted with
himself. He grinned as he kissed down his master’s front to
inhale his masculine smells. When he finally got to Waco’s full
jockstrap he began to suck on it and caused his master’s dick to strain
to get out. Little Bear’s hot breath and tongue made Waco feel
like a man on a fuzzy tree. They were no longer children.
They crossed the barrier and were now teenagers. They were young
men fully capable of producing the same odors and funky masculine
smells as grown men, and they were reveling in it. They couldn’t
get enough of each other. Yet, these young
men still had one foot trailing in childhood. Each had a well
developed sense of inventive play and a boundless curiosity about the
possibilities of sex. They shared a common idea that sex,
especially between two healthy young men, should be enjoyed to the
maximum and developed to its fullest. After several minutes of
erotic play, Waco ordered his slave to remove his jockstrap.
Little Bear complied, and held it to his face to inhale his master’s
strong male odors. It was like an aphrodisiac to the young man
“You wanna’ wear
it, slave?” Waco joked. Little Bear looked at him and
grinned a grin what Waco could only describe as the most dirty grin he
ever saw on a man.
“I’ve jacked off
think’n on doing jes’ that, Master.” admitted Little Bear shyly.
little brother. I doubt there’s much you’ve fantasized about I
ain’t thunk on one time or t’other. I sometimes pull my daddy’s
dirty Wranglers over my head after he’s been in the saddle all
day.” Waco confessed. Little Bear’s eyes lit up like a
pinball machine that just went ‘tilt.’ Waco saw it flash in his
eyes,— that bit of erotica was something Little Bear hadn’t thought
of. Waco knew how attracted Little Bear was to Charlie. He
laughed to himself, he knew Little Bear would lay in wait until he had
a chance to sniff Charlie’s dirty Wranglers.
“Would ju’ like
yore’ master to help you with that?” Waco graciously volunteered.
“I’d be honored,
Master.” Little Bear giggled.
his dirty jockstrap on Little Bear’s head so it looked similar to an
oxygen cannula. Waco smiled at the results. Little Bear
took several deep breaths to please his master; however, the smell was
so intoxicating for Little Bear his dick jumped and stood at rapt
little brother, you never looked better.” Waco laughed. “You
shore’ as hell look sexy to me. Look!”
Waco shoved his
roaring hard cock up for his slave to see and admire.
“Can’t wait to
feel that big thing in my butt, Master. I ain’t thought a’
nothing else since the hayloft this afternoon. Wearing my come in
my jockstrap all afternoon didn’t help none. Damn, that was
hot. You want me to take mine off, Master?”
“Naw, h’it ain’t
in my way. I wanna’ fuck you wear’n it. I want chu’ to fill
it one more time for your master.”
Master Waco, that is so hot! My ass is so hungry for your dick
it’s going crazy.”
“I always wanted
my very own hungry, hungry hippo.” he laughed, “‘Cept’n you ain’t
no hippo. A Native American Homer perhaps.”
thought Homer Simpson was sort of sexy in a dumb way.” allowed Little
“Yeah, me, too,
little brother.” agreed Waco as he reached for the tube of
lubricant on the night stand and got a small towel from underneath.
himself good and began to mount his slave-brother. Little Bear
was ready for him. He cleaned himself well and lubed himself good
before he came to his master’s bed. Waco
smiled as he gently but easily worked his formidable penis into his
slave-brother’s ass. His little brother was hungry. He
couldn’t remember a time before when Little Bear was so relaxed and
receptive. Maybe there was something to this uninhibited sexual
play. It was like his little brother dropped any reticence or
preconceived notions of guilt for male sex he might have
entertained. It was like they were both learning to ride a
bicycle for the first time and experiencing the ultimate joy of making
their first successful ride down a steep hill without training
wheels. The feeling for Waco was unsurpassed. In one short
year he went from an unsure novice with Travis his first time to what
he was becoming, an experienced and considerate lover with a young,
creative, and fertile mind ripe for experimenting and exploration.
Waco wasted no
time on additional foreplay and set about to take what was his as a
master and an alpha-male. Little Bear was engulfed by Waco’s
passion and could only work to perform in as aggressive manner as his
master. For all his work, he found himself becoming like wet clay
the hands of an experienced master potter. Waco was fucking him
like he was molding Little Bear into the vessel he wanted to spill
himself into. Yea, a fine, strong vessel to claim his master’s
seed. Little Bear
tried to meet each strong, stroke of his master’s raging cock with his
tight little ass. He was working hard to make it as good a fuck
for his master as his master was working to give him that strength he
so desperately needed. Waco picked up his pace when he felt sure
Little Bear was open enough to take a harder and swifter fucking.
Little Bear began to moan and groan in pleasure. Waco kept a
steady pace waiting for the words from his slave. He reached up
and took his jockstrap from Little Bear's face so he could gaze on all
of the young man's dark beauty. Little Bear took it as a sign of
his master's love.
“Oh, God, Master
Waco! I’m yours in every way! Now is the time to claim my
soul as well as my ass for your own! Open it up, cowboy!
Ride me down hard, Master.”
reply but slowly started to respond. He deftly shifted gears
until he was riding Little Bear in a fully sustaining, easy, rhythmic
gallop. Little Bear could feel his own rock hard dick rubbing
inside his jockstrap, rubbing in turn against Waco’s hard ab
muscles. It was becoming too sensual for him. He felt
himself building to climax. He didn’t know what to do.
Without a word, Waco collapsed on top of him and allowed his built up
to roll back down the hill.
“I don’t want
chu’ come’n jes' yet, hoss.” Waco breathed heavily, “We got us some
more fuck’n to do. I ain’t taken all I need yet, and I know damn
well you need some more. I kin tell by the way yore’ fine body
resonates to my strokes. I like the way you shudder all over on
them deep, long-dick-dippin’ strokes.”
Master! Them steady deep strokes damn near made me come.
Could you feel me building up?”
brother, but I got plans for us,— how we gonna’ come. We gonna’
come together enjoying all the sensations of our bodies coupling.
When I git to fuck’n you again real good, we’ll link minds and you can
feel how it feels to be fuck’n you, and I can feel how it feels to be
lay’n under me git’n fucked by my own dick. That way I won’t have
to ask, I’ll just know how much more you need, and I’ll give it to you
and take it away
from you at the same time. What's mine, I will make yours, and
what's yours I will make mine.”
“Oh, fuck,— that
sounds so hot. Why ain’t I never thought a’ that?”
“I have no
doubt, you would eventually, little bro.” Waco took a big long
stroke out and back into Little Bear’s ass to make his point.
Little Bear groaned with pleasure.
“Let’s do it,
Waco got into
position and began his build up to the pace they were before.
brother,— link with me! Link with yore’ Master!”
closed his eyes, and let his mind reach out to Waco’s. He could
feel Waco trying to probe his. He opened and found his master
waiting to let him in. He entered and immediately felt what
Waco’s cock felt like fucking his ass. He could feel every stroke
with his own body as well as how it felt to his master. Waco
could feel the same. He knew how it was feeling inside Little
Bear, sliding in and out, the deep, steady strokes, and it felt
glorious; however, there was a deep seated yearning, a
gut wrenching gnawing inside Little Bear that Waco immediately
“I ain't give us
what chu' need. We need that
ass fucked a lot harder, deeper and faster,— don’t we, little
brother? That big old cowboy dick in your butt needs to take from
you all it can git, don’t it? Otherwise, you ain’t gonna’ be
satisfied. You want me to fuck you like a bull in rut. You
weren't kidding about fuck'n like animals. Let's us see if'n you
can ride my bull, bubba."
Waco didn’t wait
for a reply, but set in to give Little Bear the severe fucking he
wanted and needed. Waco knew once he reached the point Little
Bear needed, he could trip his ejaculation switch and ride his
cowboy-slave-pony to the barn. He was fucking Little Bear hard
and furious. It was as much as Little Bear needed and no
more. Waco could feel every stroke into Little Bear's ass from
his mind. It was where they both needed to be at that moment in
time. It was a plateau for their needs that would double as a pad
and Waco was coming in for a landing.
gotdamn jockstrap again for your master, Slave!" he roughly ordered
Little Bear in a growl, "I ain’t gonna’
let up on this hard fuck’n ‘till you do! Don’t you touch
yore’self. I’m gonna’ fuck you ‘till you come!”
Waco fucked him
even harder, and he felt Little Bear’s body begin to vibrate. He
felt it do that before and knew his smaller cowboy-slave-brother was
starting to issue forth his seed,— not from his gonads, but from the
very bottom of his soul.
Master! I can’t hold on no more, Sir! You're fuck'n me too
good! Too, good!"
slave! Come with your master fuck’n you! Bite down hard on
my ole dick with yore’ ass! There! There! ‘At’s
it! ‘At’s it!! I feel you coming, bro! Now take yore’
master! Put it up there for me, slave! Ah, yes!
Shit! Oh, God, little bro, I’m coming in yore’ ass!” Waco
made several more hard pumps into his slave, then collapsed once more
on top of Little Bear breathing hard. He chuckled as he began to
kiss around on Little Bear and tell him what a great fuck he was.
Little Bear was out of it, babbling away thanks and compliments to his
master for the finest fuck’n he’d ever had.
“I felt that
yearning in your gut finally go away.” Waco said softly as he
kissed Little Bear gently on his lips.
“That was a deep
itch you scratched. Well, you know. You were inside my
head. You knew we needed some more. Oh, fuck! That’s
so hot to be able to have my master crawl inside my head and ass to
know how much more I need to satisfy me completely. Do you think
we’ve found a new way to have sex, Master?”
“I don’t know,
but it shore' 'nuff works for me. To be able to feel what my dick
inside yore’ tight little ass was wonderful. God, I love you,
“No more’n I
love you, Master Waco. I never thought I’d tell the man what
owned me I loved him, but I do. I love you, Master Charlie and
Master Angus. I can’t wait for the day to come when I can offer
myself to them.”
“I don’t know’s
you have to wait that long, little brother.”
“What da’ ya’
“Hell, ma' uncle
Shane several times a week. Just ask Shane if’n you could link
with him once. I’m sure he’d let you.”
“Naw, I couldn’t
be fair to Master Angus, and I’d never do nothing behind that big man’s
back. I love him too much. Beside, if’n he’s as good as I
think he is, it would make it all the harder to wait ‘til I’s sixteen.”
“Well, from what
I hear from Shane, his big brother is one hell of a fuck’n
machine.” Waco laughed, “When you ride that Goodnight dick, you
be riding the Cadillac of cowboy fucks.” Waco teased him.
“Guess it runs
in the family, Master.” Little Bear kissed his master and shoved his
ass down hard on Waco's still hard dick.
“That good, huh,
slave?” Waco chuckled and took another long, deep stroke into his
“The best, so
“I jes’ know
you’re gonna’ git better, Master. I know I’m gonna’ work harder
to be better, and you ain’t never let me down. I promise, I won't
never let you down, neither.”
down and squeezed Little Bear’s come filled jockstrap and rubbed it
around on his dick and stomach.
“That’s so hot,
Master. ‘At’s the first time I come jes’ git’n fucked.”
better at it. We’ll work on it, so by the time you git ready for
my uncle, you’ll be able to shoot yore’ load the same time he
does. Ain’t nothing better’n feel’n your partner shoot the same
time you do. It’s like icing on the cake.”
The men got out
of bed and headed for the showers. Waco was more loving with
Little Bear than he could ever remember. Little Bear was more
receptive to some genuine affection than Waco could ever
remember. They stood under the shower locked together in embrace
after embrace. Little Bear cleaned his master, and his master
cleaned him thoroughly. They didn’t want the moment to end, and
stood in the water until it ran cold. The took their time drying
each other without saying a word. All the words were already
said. Now was the time for just enjoying each others’ company.
They climbed in
Waco’s big bed and listened to the silence in the house. He knew
his dad and the ramrod were bunking it in, in the lower bedroom next to
the kitchen. Charlie had this thing about the boys hearing him
and thought it was just more discrete. In a way it was.
Lazarus offered his cabin on the ship, and they used is a
couple of times, but Charlie felt more comfortable in the house.
Waco held Little Bear in his arms and gently kissed him on his forehead.
“You glad you
give us a chance, cowboy?”
“I didn’t have
no choice. I didn’t know I was gonna’ fall in love with you and
Master Charlie, but I knew I could never be far from Master
Angus. Promise me, if you ever have to sell me, you’ll sell me to
stuck with me, little bro.” Waco smiled. “I’d rather set
you free than sell you, but if'n you really wanted to be his
slave, if'n I was convinced it really was yore' wish,--- who am I
say ‘no.’” Little Bear didn’t say any more. They drifted
off to a peaceful sleep in each others’ arms.
* * * * * * *
Hoot and Cotton
talked Leon into coming back to their ranch with them, staying the
night, and they would take him and his little brother Willie and sister
Irene home the next morning. They were surprised when he took
them up on their offer. That night he had his own room and
comfortable bed to sleep in and his little brother and sister shared a
room next door. He was impressed by the size of the house and how
comfortable it was. It wasn’t foo-foo or anything. It
looked like a ranch house where cowboys lived. He liked
that. He felt comfortable with all old time wagon wheels,
spittoons, and kerosene lamps set around for effect.
Mr. Cotton and
Mr. Daniels were good to him and his siblings. They offered them
some pie to eat with a big glass of milk when they got to their
ranch. Mr. Hoot had to go out and check on their slaves and
stock to make sure everything was okay for the evening. Mr.
Daniels sat with them and talked. Leon was impressed both men
seemed down to Earth and easy to talk with. He spent a
comfortable night and they fixed a big ranch breakfast the next
morning. Leon hadn’t eaten so good in a long time. He urged
his little brother and sister to eat all they could. He wasn’t
sure when they would eat again. Hoot and Cotton drove the kids
home that morning, but as they approached the Olsen farm they could see
two large black sedans parked in front of the house. The kids
were in the back seat of their truck.
company today, Leon?” Cotton asked quickly.
Maybe they brought our ma and pa home.”
“I wouldn’t bet
on it, Son.” said Hoot, “They look more like county or state cars to
me,— you, Cotton?”
like a social worker and a deputy come to get you kids to take you
The two youngest
“You kids keep
down back there.” Hoot ordered. Leon responded immediately and
got his little brother and sister hunkered down behind the seat.
“We ain’t a gonna’ pull in there, Son. We’ll drive into town to
check with the sheriff. He ought a’ know something. If not,
he can take you kids into protective custody until something can be
done, rather than let them state or county folks take you away.”
Leon didn’t say
anything but kept Willie and Irene quiet. They drove on by the
farm and acted like they were just passing by. At the next
intersection they headed toward town. Don Lassiter was just
getting in to the station when Hoot and Cotton walked in accompanied by
the Olsen kids. They told him what happened, and he got on the
phone to the local judge in the small town. The judge told him he
had an order from the state, if the town couldn’t take care of the
Olsen children, they would take them and put them into a state run
home. Everyone knew the state homes were launching grounds for
more slave labor. They would take care of a kid until he was
eighteen then he’d be indentured to the state for the number of years
they took care of him to pay them back for his care.
“Look, it’s no
problem.” said the old Judge, “If Mr. Austin and Daniels want to give
‘em a home, take them into your custody, and I’ll notify the state we
found a home for ‘em.”
“Will that git
them off the kid’s back?” Sheriff Lassiter asked.
wouldn’t dare go against my judgement. You just log it in you
took them into custody and send me the paperwork. I’ll transfer
everything to Mr. Austin and Daniels.”
Leon was sad but
relieved he and his little brother and sister were saved from the meat
market of the state run homes. Don Lassiter explained to them he
was suppose to take the kids out to Hoot and Cotton’s ranch to place
them; however, since they were already there, he would just transfer
them to their care.
“What about our
stuff, Sheriff?” Leon asked.
worry none about that, Son. I’ll send a couple of deputies out to
get chore’ things. I don’t want you kids back around there.
I don’t want them folks to know where you are. They don’t need to
know nothing. We’ve taken care of the situation, and h’it ain’t
in their jurisdiction no more.”
Leon, Willie and
Irene Olsen went home again with Hoot Austin and Cotton Daniels.
They stayed the night and were surprised the next morning when the
sheriff showed up accompanied by the old Indian Chief. They had
coffee and cinnamon rolls Cotton whipped up.
take Leon back over to his place to gather up what he wants and needs
for him, his little brother and sister. We’re actually on a
mission from ramrod Long. Don’t chu’ men worry none. Leon
will be safe with us, and we’ll have him back here around noon.”
‘goodbye’ to the sheriff, Chief Tin Penny and Leon. Hoot and
Cotton kept the younger Olsen kids with them. Willie and Irene
gave specific instructions what they wanted and Leon wrote it
down. After Leon gathered everything, which wasn’t much, they
were ready to depart.
“I need a couple
of things what belonged to your mother and dad, Son.” the old chief
“What sort of
their bodies. We make fetishes which we use when we pray to the
Great Spirit Father for people who we’ve lost and we want returned to
us. If I had those things, our tribe could pray for your parents
and pass around the fetish containing their personal articles.”
Leon thought it
was strange, but he was aware the Indians had some unusual
customs. They went into his parent’s room to look. The
Chief spied an old hair brush.
“Was this your
“Yes, Sir, it
“May I have some
of the hair from it?”
Take what you think you need, Sir.”
The Chief took a
few loose strands and placed them in a plastic bag he had in his pocket.
“Now, for your
“I can’t think
of nothing for dad. He kept his hair real short so he never had
to brush it.”
“What about an
old safety razor, or a dirty old pair of his underwear.”
“I think we got
both of them things. I kept a pair of his dirty underwear,
because it smelled like him. Is that bad, Chief?”
at all, Son. It jes’ shows how much you love and miss yore’
dad. I wish one of my sons thought that much of me.”
They found a
safety razor with whisker hairs still under the blade and Leon
surrendered his prize pair of his dad’s underwear. The Chief
promised Leon he would personally see he got them back in the same
condition. Leon trusted the old man. The men left and drove
back over to Hoot and Cotton’s ranch. They stayed for lunch, then
set off back to town. The sheriff and the Chief’s jobs were done
for the day. Leon, Willie and Irene settled down and quickly
became acclimated to life on the ranch. They weren’t as much work
as Hoot and Cotton thought they might be. They hired a single,
older woman as a housekeeper and cook who came highly recommended by
several folks in the small town, and she was a marvel with the kids.
Lazarus, Charlie, the old Chief and Sheriff Lassiter took a ride.
The next morning everyone in the small town was talking about the old
Olsen place. It was gone. It was like someone came during
the night, dug it up and took it away. There was nothing left but
a gaping hole. Fifty-three acres of land starting at an eight
depth and growing deeper toward the center to thirty feet like someone
took a knife and carved it out like fresh baked brownies from a baking
pan. There was no explanation and the closest neighbors neither
heard nor saw anything. It was just gone.
Word soon got
around the state, and the men in black suits came to investigate with
all their instruments and high powered electronics. They found
nothing. The other strange thing, which hadn’t come to their
attention yet, both adult Olsens, Luke and Lee Ann, mysteriously
disappeared from their cells in two separate detention centers.
Lee Ann was still in a camp in Texas waiting to be transferred to
another in Oregon, and Luke was in one in West Virginia.
“What da’ ya’
mean he jes’ disappeared?” the camp director quizzed Luke’s
“He done knelt
down next to his bunk here to say his prayers. I looked away to
give him his privacy. When I didn’t hear nothing, I looked back
and he was gone. Gone, I tell ya’! I don’t know where he
went. Scared the crap out a’ me.”
roommate had a similar story. She just disappeared. It was
strange. Lee Ann was laying on her cot when a tingling sensation
came over her like she never felt before, but similar to the chill that
runs up a person’s back when a rabbit runs over their intended grave
site. She closed her eyes. When she opened them again, she
was looking at five good looking men she recognized. Chief Ten
Penny, Sheriff Lassiter, Charlie Goodnight, Angus Goodnight and ramrod
Long from Mr. Goodnight’s ranch.
“What, . .
.?” She sat up suddenly.
“Shuuu, don’t be
afraid, daughter. You’ve been rescued. We’re taking you
back to your farm to be with your husband, but first we have to go get
him. You’re on board a spacecraft. Don’t worry it’s all
good and everything will be explained to you. The Chief and
Charlie took Lee Ann into the small scout-ship’s mess hall and got her
some coffee and something to eat. They caught her up on
everything, where their kids were and how they were doing.
It took no time
to locate Luke in West Virginia. Lee Ann watched as ramrod Long
locked onto her husband’s DNA they got from the whiskers on his safety
razor and transported him onto the ship. He was startled by the
transition, but he recognized all the men. When he saw his wife
his knees went weak, and he started to collapse. Two strong
Goodnight cowboys, Charlie and Angus, were on either side to catch him.
There wasn’t a
dry eye on the ship as the men watched a husband and wife, who were
separated for well over two years, reunited. They got Luke
something to drink and eat as they flew back to the Goodnight ranch.
“Would you like
to see where your farm was, Mr. and Mrs. Olsen?” asked the old Chief.
“You mean it’s
no longer there?”
“No, we’ll show
over the area where their farm was, and they gasped. It was gone,
and there was nothing left but a huge, gaping hole.
to it?” asked Lee Ann.
It’s just been moved. It’s here on the ship with us.” said the
How?” asked Luke.
“See that box
over there with the dome over it. Go look inside.” urged Angus.
Luke and Lee Ann
walked to the box and looked inside. There was their house with
the huge oak trees all around and
all the land, but in miniature. There was no doubt it was their
“Take them and
show them, Chief. They ain’t gonna’ understand until you do.”
“Chief Tin Penny
took a small control from his shirt pocket and pressed a button.
A portal sprang up. The Olsens jumped back.
me.” the Chief told them.
“Yes, it won’t
hurt you. It will tickle a little.”
The Chief turned
and walked through. It took a minute, but Luke and Lee Ann soon
followed. They were stunned. There, at the right size, was
their parcel of land with their house and everything. They looked
up and could see giant men looking down at them through the dome of the
“Now do you
understand, Son?” the Chief asked.
“How is this
possible?” asked Luke. “Is ramrod Long a God?”
“No, he ain’t,
but that’s the way religions git started.” the Chief laughed, “There
ain’t no magic to it, Son, it’s advanced technology we have little
concept of. I understand what it does, but not how it does it.”
he reassured them.
Chief Tin Penny
led them back through the portal to the scout-ship. Lazarus
already returned the smaller ship to the Bandersnatch and the men
moved the Olsen’s farm into another storage area on the huge ship were
all the other ranches and properties were stored.
“How many pieces
of land are stored here, Captain Long.” Luke asked.
“Don’t know an
exact count, Son. Rough guess is over two thousand.”
you’re gonna’ have to stay on your farm for the time being. We’ll
see how things go. The kids can come and visit, but they have to
be returned to Hoot and Cotton’s ranch for the rest of the time.
We can’t raise any suspicions.”
Lazarus went on
to explain all the ins and outs of what was coming and told them some
adjustments had to be made. He consoled them when he told them
they had neighbors they could visit who were in the same situation they
were. The men would bring their kids in the morning to visit.
That night Luke
and Lee Ann Olsen spent the night in each others’ arms on their own
farm, in their own bed, and the next morning, early, they were awakened
by three excited, rambunctious children bounding up the stairs, into
their bedroom and jumping in bed with them. They cried tears of
joy as they embraced their beloved children again. Luke had given
up hope. Lee Ann admitted she had, too. They were given
another chance, but this time, it would be for a lot longer.
End Of Chapter
22 ~ Waco’s Lummox
2007 ~ Waddie Greywolf