evening was an unusual experience to say the least. Ida Wallace
and Hank complemented Waco and Ox on his new attire. It wasn’t
quite formal dinner dress, but they allowed it served the purpose of
decency. Ida let it be known she didn’t care if Ox wore clothes
“If’n I had my
say,” she grinned, “Hank would be running around here butt naked most
of the time.” She laughed as she patted him on his ass.
Hank told her to be careful what she wished for. Charlie jumped
in the conversation.
“Jes’ say the
word, Ida.” Charlie teased, “We wanna’ keep our fine cook happy.”
don’t encourage her.” Hank pleaded. They all laughed.
Waco had to get
the piano bench for Ox to sit on and he towered over all the others
sitting at the table including Hank who was, himself, a larger man than
his Master; however, Hank seemed the least affected by Ox’s size or
lack of social graces at the table. Actually, Ox wasn’t that
bad. Waco did almost everything for him like a parent would a
small child. Rather than being put off by Waco’s actions, the
giant man seemed to appreciate his young master’s consideration.
there anything on the table you don’t want to eat, Lummy?
>> Waco asked with concern.
<< I don’t
eat meat of mammals, young master. Any creature who suckles their
young I will not knowingly eat. I can drink their milk and eat
products made from their milk. I can eat fish and fowl. >>
good, ‘cause tonight we’re having chicken pot pie. It has all
kinds of vegetables and nothing but chicken in it. >>
Waco piled a
plate full of food for the lummox and provided him with salad and
several other side dishes. Waco showed Ox how to use a
fork. It was awkward for him, but when he saw the way Hank held
his fork with his fist, Ox imitated him and it worked fairly
well. He used it like a shovel, but it was too small. Ida
took pity on the big man, walked to the kitchen and returned with a
huge plastic fork that was part of a salad bowl set. Ox’s eyes
lit up when he saw the size of the big fork. He didn’t have any
problem getting the food into his huge maw after that. He
told Waco several times to thank Ms. Ida.
Ox had never
eaten cooked food before, but found it quite to his liking. So
much so he had seconds and thirds. But when it came to dessert,
he decided Ms. Wallace’s apple pie with a slice of cheese melted on top
was about as close to heaven as he was going to get. He had two
slices and savored each as if it was the best thing he ever had in his
Ms. Wallace fell
in love with him. She loved any man who loved her cooking, and Ox
radiated his joy in eating her food. Charlie thought it was
amusing and enjoyed sharing the new experience with his boy and his new
slave. There was just something about the big critter that easily
captured everyone’s heart.
Waco removed Ox’s leather breach. He explained he didn’t see any
need for him to be uncomfortable. Besides they were going to have
to get ready to bed down for the night. Charlie overheard Waco’s
words to his new slave and smiled to himself. He knew in
his heart there was one other reason Waco failed to mention. He
wanted to see his beast in the raw for the rest of the evening.
Waco took his
and his dad’s sleeping bags and threw them into the loft before getting
ready for bedding down for the evening. He lead Ox to the large
bath at the end of the hall attached to the room Waco hoped to occupy
after his birthday party. It had a large shower stall and he and
Ox could wedge in together, although there wasn’t a lot of extra room.
It had a shower
attachment on a hose you could remove from its fixture on the wall and
move around. Waco explained to Ox it would be part of his duties
to bathe him and he, in turn, would take care of him. It seemed
reasonable to Ox; however, in his world he never bothered to
bathe. He body smells and accumulated odors were part of his
defense mechanisms. His kind would develop such powerfully unique
and distinct odors, the largest predators would run away rather than be
confronted by them. At the auction house they scrubbed him within
an inch of his life. He figured, in his new life, at least for a
while, he would have to adapt. That’s what his species was best
sensed that about Ox and decided they would bathe with some hard-milled
oatmeal soap his grandmother made that contained no perfume, only the
scent from real lilac blooms she mixed in with the soap. It was
in the attic for years. Obviously his mother didn’t care for it
and stored it. Waco found it got him clean and left him with his
own unique body fragrance he liked. It left him with just a hint
of lilac on his body. He even got his dad to try a bar and could
notice the difference in the way his dad smelled afterward. It
didn’t cover up his dad’s unique, signature male odor that sometimes
drove Waco crazy with lust.
Ox was gentle
bathing his young masters and Waco was equally gentle with his
lummox. Ox had no problem with Waco bathing any part of him and
seemed to enjoy his attention. Because he was so tall, Waco would
have him sit on a small wooden milking stool so he could wash his
enormous back and shoulders. Waco really enjoyed taking care of
Ox and it showed in his erect penis. It must have felt pretty
good to Ox as well. He remained erect all through Waco’s
scrubbing him down. When they were through, it took four large
towels to dry the big man.
The bathroom had
belonged to his mother and he found her old hair dryer. He
plugged it in and showed it to Ox. The noise upset him a little
at first, but when he felt the warm air it produced and felt the fine
brush Waco used on him to further dry his fur, he melted, relaxed under
the warmth and leaned back against his young master to enjoy his
attentions. He had never been pampered or shown such care
before. His kind were usually solitary as young males and only
formed families when necessary. He wondered to himself if he was
forming a family. He didn’t realize his relaxed thoughts could be
heard by his caretaker.
course you’re forming family. You already done told me you came
for me. What other purpose could there be? >>
Waco smiled at him as he admired his handiwork. Ox’s fur was
taking on a sheen he didn’t notice before. Of course it could’ve
had something to do with the cream hair conditioner rinse he found
under the sink.
<< I have
to be careful what I think around you, Master, if I want some private
<< You can
always lock me out. I lock out my ponies when I don’t want ‘em to
hear me. I haven’t locked you out because I see no reason
to. I trust you, Lummy. My daddy done taught me to give any
man my trust until he does something to make me not want to trust him.
dad is a wise man, Master Waco. How do you do it? I ain’t
never had to do it. A couple of times I wish I could have.
>> Ox allowed.
and quickly showed Ox how he could lock anyone out. Ox was
impressed. His young master, whom he was sent to find, showed him
a trick about his own abilities he never knew about in six hundred
years. How was that possible? He felt ashamed of himself
and his arrogance. Because of his advanced years, he assumed he
knew more than this young human who had only been on the planet twelve
years. Ah, but could it be the boy was unwittingly tapping into
the wisdom of the ancients? He mentioned a couple of times he
loved the lummox. Did he know? Could he have any
idea? Ox pondered.
more to you I must discover, Master Waco. I’m afraid I’ve been
looking at you from a wrong point of view. I won’t make that
mistake again. >>
Waco wasn’t sure
he understood what Ox was talking about, but he figured he’d understand
it as time went by.
* * * * * * *
second thoughts about staying the night in the loft with Waco and his
lummox; however, Waco wasn’t taking ‘no’ for an answer. He
insisted he already took his dad’s sleeping bag along with his and had
Ox toss them up into the loft. The three men finally made the
walk to the barn.
Waco found some
older, extra quilts in an old trunk in the attic he had Ox carry for
him. They were to make a pallet for Ox to lay on and have
something to cover him should he want it. Waco had an idea, in
the open , Ox rarely had anything to cover him while he slept.
The men arrived
at the barn and climbed into the loft. They got busy arranging
the straw to make the most comfortable cushions for their beds they
could. Straw can be comfortable to sleep on. It molds
itself to your body and the ambient heat from the slow decomposition of
the hay gives extra warmth.
Charlie had no
unnecessary modesty in stripping in front of his son and the
lummox. Waco even ordered Ox to help his dad off with his boots
like he’d taught him to do for him. After they finished and lay
down Waco was between Ox and his dad. Waco curled up next to Ox
his head was laying on one of his beast’s massive arms. Ox smiled
<< If you
would like me to, I would enjoy pleasuring your dad this evening.
I know I’m expected to be your body slave, but I could also take care
of him for you. I think he would like for me to. >>
<< I get
that feeling too, Lummy. I’ll ask him. >>
“Dad, Lummy and
I want to know if he could offer you some pleasure this evening?”
“I bought Ox for
you. I only came out to be with you this evening.”
“I think it
would make Lummy feel like he was becoming a part of us.”
certainly wouldn’t mind a little relief. It’s been a full day and
tomorrow is even gonna’ be more full. We’ll be going from the
break of day.”
Waco gave Ox the
go ahead and he was on Charlie’s dick in an instant. Charlie
opened his arms for Waco to come to him and he held his boy and made
love to him as Ox worked away on his big, cowboy dick. Like he
had done earlier to Waco, Ox took all of Charlie’s genitals into his
huge mouth and it was unlike any experience Charlie ever had
before. It wasn’t long before Charlie was gasping for breath and
holding Waco even tighter as his hips rose from his bedroll to meet
Ox’s attentions. Charlie climaxed long and hard. He was so
relaxed afterward as he lay there gently kissing Waco.
think you done picked a winner, Son. Thank’s, Ox. That was
“He said you
tasted as good as I did, Dad. He enjoyed the taste of your seed.”
over to his young master and proceeded to take him into his
mouth. Charlie held Waco and continued to make love to him as the
giant lummox gave his boy pleasure. Waco had an even greater
reaction laying in his dad’s big, cowboy arms than he did earlier in
the day at the slave auction house when Ox took him there. It all
seemed to come together at that moment. In a perverse way Waco
saw having his dad hold him, making love to him and his beast
pleasuring him was sort of like holding on to your cake and having it
eat you, too. What more could a young cowboy want?
After a while
the men settled down and began to fall asleep. Waco felt somewhat
guilty he couldn’t take care of his beast; however, he knew he would
work that out in time. Ox didn’t seem to be the least
frustrated. On the contrary, he seemed pleased and happy with
himself he brought comfort to the two men who rescued him from what
fate he could only imagine.
* * * * * * *
The men were up
early the next morning when the first rooster crowed before the light
of dawn. It was going to be a long day. Waco got Ox fed his
morning ration and slave chow, biscuits and water. While Ox
enjoyed eating with the family the night before he confided in Waco he
was more comfortable eating his slave chow and he loved the
biscuits. Waco left him to have his breakfast and went in for
breakfast with his dad.
surprised, siting at the table was Ms. Wallace’s boy, J.R. When
he saw Waco he jumped up from his chair and ran to him. He hugged
brother. When’d ju’ git home?”
late. Aunt Lou was gonna’ bring me home this morning, but she
forgot she had a doctors appointment today. I told her I jes’ had
to be here for yore’ birthday. She dropped me off and went on
JR was Ida and
Hank’s son. He was named Hank Jr., but everyone just called him
JR. As far as JR was concerned, that was his name. He
didn’t even know he had another name. He was two years younger
than Waco and thought of Waco as his big brother; after all, his last
name was ‘Goodnight.’ While Waco knew better, it was easy for him
to think of JR as his little brother. They had grown close over
the last ten years. Everyone knew JR was Hank’s boy except
JR. He was never told, and he never asked. Hank was just
always around and even though JR knew Hank was a slave, he looked up to
him as an adult role model. Hank was the one who always
administered punishment to JR when his mother told him JR misbehaved.
Ida got pregnant
by accident while Waco’s mom was still alive. Charlie told Ida
Wallace he didn’t mind her and Hank cohabiting as long as they took
precautions because, he didn’t want the complications involved if she
were to get pregnant. When it happened, Ida didn’t want to lose
her job as housekeeper and cook for the Goodnights, nor did she wish to
get Hank into trouble, so she made arrangements for an abortion without
she was a free woman she couldn’t get an abortion in a medical
facility. It was against the new rigid laws crammed down every
liberal thinking person’s throat by the theo-cons. They were
quick to force their warped values on others about saving the lives of
unborn children, yet they were still waging their bloody wars killing
hundreds of thousand of innocent men, women and children all over the
world,— wiping out entire families, all in the name of their religion.
Ida was forced
to secretly go to a slave veterinarian. The slave vet recognized
her right away and refused her as well. In fact, he called
Charlie Goodnight and told him what was going on. Charlie drove
to the vet’s clinic and found a distraught Ida. She was so afraid
of losing her good job and comfortable home. She was even more
afraid for Hank. She didn’t know Charlie Goodnight well enough to
know he was a considerate, compassionate and good man. He could
easily see she and Hank hadn’t conspired against him to have a
child. It was a simple mistake, an accident she got pregnant.
there’s no cause for such a fuss. Do you wanna’ have this baby?”
“I’d love to
have Hank’s boy, Mr. Goodnight, but not at the expense of my job or
getting Hank into a lot of trouble. I love Hank too much.
He’s seen enough sorrow in his life. I don’t wanna’ cause him no
more pain. I like my life at your ranch getting to be with Hank
every now and then, and the only way we can be together is on your
ranch. Maybe it was a mistake on my part when I asked if Hank and
I could see each other, but sometimes we can’t help the people we fall
in love with.”
enough, I guess, but you know the legal ramifications to having Hank’s
child. The way the laws are today, even though you’re a free
woman, Hank is my slave and any children he produces belongs to his
“I know, Mr.
Goodnight, and I thought about that. With everything considered,
that’s why I’m here trying to get an abortion. I don’t wanna’
raise a child with three strikes against him before he even grows
up. I’d jes’ rather not have a baby under those
circumstances. So, you see, I didn’t mean for this to happen,—
honest, Mr. Goodnight.”
“I believe you,
Ida,— now calm down. We’ll work this thing out. In the
meantime, come on back to the ranch with me and let me talk with my
Waco’s mom, Anne, what he’d found at the vet clinic. She wasn’t
surprised and told Charlie she had a suspicion that’s what it was all
about. To Charlie’s surprise she suggested they put Charlie’s
name on the child’s birth certificate as born out of wedlock. It
would basically mean JR would be a bastard. He would have no
inheritance rights, but he would carry the Goodnight name. The
way the four adults considered it, it would be better for the boy to
carry the stigma of ‘bastard’ than to be a born-slave. So JR’s
official name on his birth certificate was Henry Haymaker
Goodnight. Only Ida and Hank knew the significance of the name
“Haymaker” and they weren’t telling.
There was only
one other part to the agreement among the four adults involved.
Ida had to agree to have her tubes tied if she wished to continue to
see Hank. Ida Wallace had no problem with it. She had
Hank’s boy and wouldn’t have to worry about contraceptives or
condoms. It only doubled her resolved to be a faithful and good
employee for the Goodnights and Hank became one of Charlie’s best
hands. He never wanted to jeopardize being separated from his
“You ain’t seen
my new personal slave dad bought me yesterday at the slave auction
house.” Waco said to JR.
“No, but ma told
me about him. Is he really as big as she says?”
bigger. He stands eight feet if’n he’s an inch. You’ll see
after breakfast, little brother. He’s out eat’n his breakfast
right now. He’ll be wait’n for us when we finish. You can
hep me git ‘em dressed for ma’ party.”
wait!” exclaimed JR.
“You sit right
there and eat chore’ breakfast, young man!” came a stern
admonition from JR’s mom. “What would you like for your birthday
breakfast, Waco? Name it and Ida Mae will be happy to whip it up
“I’d love a
couple of scrambled eggs, bacon and a small stack of yore’ flapjacks,
Ms. Wallace. We got any a’ that boysenberry syrup left, Ms.
“I think we got
one jar left in the pantry. I’ll get it, Waco. I been
saving it for a special occasion. Guess today’s about as special
as we’re gonna’ git around here.” she laughed and headed for the
pantry off the big kitchen.
The phone rang
and Waco walked over to pick it up.
ranch, Waco speaking.” he answered like his dad taught him.
buckaroo! Good morning, young’un! How ya’ doing?”
Waco broke up
laughing. He recognized the voice of their neighbor, Ranger
Gibbons. Ranger Gibbons was a retired Texas Ranger. His
great granddad, his granddad and his daddy were all Texas
Rangers. His dad named him “Ranger” just in case he decided not
to be a ranger he would still be a “Ranger.” You’d have to live
in Texas to understand.
“I’s jes’ fine,
Mr. Gibbons. Thanks for calling to wish me a happy birthday,
Sir. You’re coming today, ain’t cha’?”
you kidding? Try’n stop me. ‘At’s what I’s call’n
about. I need to speak with yore’ pa a minute.”
“He jes’ walked
in, Sir. Here,— I’ll let you speak with him. Look forward
to seeing ya.’”
“Count on it,
Waco sat back
down to his breakfast, but he could overhear his dad’s side of the
fine. Of course you can come over early. You’re welcome any
time. You might git put to work, but you ain’t no stranger to
that.” Charlie laughed. “See you in a little while
then.” Charlie chuckled as he hung up the phone.
“Ranger wants to
come over a bit early to give us a hand. Say’s the rest of his
crew won’t be over ‘til a little later, but they’s all coming.”
exclaimed Waco. “I can’t wait for Travis to see Ox.”
* * * * * * *
JR tagged along behind Waco to the big barn. Waco told Ox to meet
him there and he would help him with his leather breach he made for
him. Ox was waiting for him just inside the barn sitting on a hay
bail. Waco proceeded into the barn, but JR stood at the door like
he was afraid to follow. Waco turned around and smiled at him.
brother, Ox won’t hurt you. Will you, big man?” Ox shook
his head ‘no’ but JR still wasn’t convinced.
big.” JR managed to get out.
“Come over here,
squirt, and welcome Ox. He ain’t a’ gonna’ bite chu.’”
cautiously and stood before the lummox. Ox tried to smile at him.
big.” breathed out JR in awe.
done said that, little brother.” Waco laughed, “Give Ox a hug.”
JR figured if
his big brother said it was all right, maybe it would be okay. He
stepped forward and tentatively hugged the giant. Ox gently
enfolded the boy in his huge arms and held him. Then he sang to him in
his deep rumbling voice. Like anyone else who experienced it,
there was no holding back from the raw sentiment it
conveyed. That’s all it took. JR was in love.
you’re a lucky man. He’s awesome.”
The next thing
Waco knew, JR was sitting in Ox’s lap talking a mile a minute asking
him all sorts of question and not waiting long enough for him to
answer. He didn’t even know Ox didn’t talk.
Slow down, JR. Ox don’t talk. He can’t answer your
question. I’ll have to tell you what he says.”
“You talk to him
like you talk with the ponies, Waco?”
“Yeah, he don’t
speak like we do.”
said JR, then added, “I can tell him anything and he won’t never repeat
it?” he giggled.
much.” agreed Waco. “Now, get down and let Ox follow us to
the tack room, I need to get him dressed for today. Him being
naked might be frowned on by some of our guest.”
looks so natural that way and he’s got such a nice big, . . . and his,
. . . are so big and hand so low. Wow! He’s bigger’n cowboy
Hank.” JR was almost as impressed as Waco when he first saw the
little brother. I agree, but there’s folks who might be
offended. They’s gonna’ be some younger kids here,
too. They might ask a lot of embarrassing questions. I made
him a leather breach last evening. You can help me put it on him.”
The two boys
quickly got Ox dressed with his breach. JR allowed it was perfect
and didn’t cover up too much. Waco had to agree, Ox looked pretty
good in it and it didn’t seem to interfere too much with his freedom of
“C’mon you two,”
Waco said to Ox and JR, “we got chores to do. Jes’ cause it’s ma’
birthday don’t mean squat to them hungry critters. If’n we help
each other we can git ‘em done quicker and have more time to help dad,
Hank and Mr. Wallace get set up for the party.”
Doing the chores
was a revelation to Ox. He wouldn’t have guessed the amount of
work Waco and his little brother had to put in at the start of their
day, and there was plenty for him to do to help. He asked Waco a
couple of questions about JR as they worked and Waco explained to him
about JR’s parents and how he came to have the same last name as him.
was a wonderful thing yore’ dad did for the boy, Master Waco. >>
<< Yeah, I
think so, too, Lummy. ‘At’s why I love my old man so much.
He’s a good, kind and loving man. I only hope I grow up to be
half the man he is. If’n I do, I’ll consider myself a success in
will, Master Waco. Look at JR, he worships you. He thinks
on you as his big brother. >>
<< I know
and I think on him as my little brother. I try to look out for
him, but he’s a pert-damn independent little cuss. He ain’t like
ma’ little slave brother, Travis. Travis is one of Ranger
Gibbon’s born-slaves. He’s coming to ma’ party today.
You’re gonna’ like him, Ox. He’s one of the most handsome,
intelligent kids I ever done met. Even though he’s kind of a weak
and sickly kid, he’s ma’ good buddy. I love him like he was ma’
brother. He’s got all kinds a’ allergies and asthma. That’s
a breathing disorder where he can’t seem to get enough oxygen into his
body through his lungs. He has to use some kind of chemical
inhaler to help him breath better. I feel so bad for him
sometimes, I wish’t he was mine to take care of. I know his
momma, his daddy and Ranger Gibbons do all they can for him, but I jes’
got me a feel’n down deep in ma’gut if’n he was mine I could pull him
out of his illness. I know that’s stupid of me to think that a’
way. What could I do for him them folks can’t? >>
never sell yore’self short, Master Waco. You might have powers
you don’t know about. Maybe between us we can figure out
something to help him. I have some limited healing powers, and I
got me a feel’n if’n I’s to teach ‘em to you, you’d be stronger than
Lord, I would pray for the good Lord to make it so, Ox. I’d do
anything for my little brother to make his life a little easier.
He ain’t got such a bad life as a slave, but it’s rough on him cause
he’s got all them health problems. >>
don’t make much difference in yore’ mind between free men and slaves,
Master Waco. Neither does yore’ daddy. I can see you
learned it from him. >>
<< I guess
I do, and I don’t, Ox. I know some men are slaves, but my daddy
done taught me to treat all men with respect. I didn’t have to
tell you when I walked in that cell they had you in, you was now a
slave. After what them men put you through, I had a pert-damn
good idea you knew you was a slave. I don’t need to remind you
ever’ morning you’s a slave. I figure it’s hard enough giving up
yore’ freedom you don’t need no extra burden from me. >>
<< I don’t
mind being you and yore’ daddy’s slave for a while, Master Waco.
I’ll never leave you unless you don’t want me no more. >>
<< I guess
by ‘a while’ you mean you know you’re gonna’ outlive ma’ dad and me,
but at least, for that while I don’t foresee me not want’n you no more,
Lummy. I’m kinda get’n used to you being around. >>
The big lummox
smiled as he pick up another couple of bails of hay in each huge paw to
follow his young master. They were just about through with the
chores when Waco saw Ranger Gibbons big truck pull up into the
compound. He turned to JR and Ox.
“JR would you
mind showing Ox what else we gotta’ do and I’ll be back in a
minute? I wanna’ run say ‘howdy’ to Ranger Gibbons, and I’ll be
go on ahead. Ain’t much left to do. Ox and me can handle
bro, I owe you one.”
“You don’t owe
me nothing, brother. Glad to help.”
Waco ran across
the compound to the arms of Ranger Gibbons. Ranger was all
cowboy. He was bigger than Waco’s dad by about a foot. He
outweighed Charlie by a good fifty pounds of solid muscles. He
was forty-two years old and in fine shape. He was dressed in his
finest cowboy clothes and looked like he stepped out of the pages of a
Western catalog. Waco couldn’t remember Ranger looking
better. He was in Ranger’s arms in a flash. Ranger grabbed
him up in a big bear hug, spun Waco around a couple of times and bussed
a kiss behind his ear.
young man. It’s s’damn good to see you again, especially today on
“I’m so glad you
could make it, Mr. Gibbons. How’s Mrs. Gibbons, Sir?”
better, Son. ‘Preciate you asking. Mrs. Leonard is with
her. Mary sends her best for a happy day for you. You’ll
have to get over soon and visit with her a spell. She asks about
you all the time.”
“I promise, I
will, Sir. As soon as I get settled down after today.”
the commotion from the house and came out to greet his old friend.
you look better ever’ time I see you. You’re one of them
fortunate cowboys what git’s better look’n the older you git.”
“You always did
know the right thing to say, you old smooth-talk’er. How are you,
“I’m jes’ fine,
neighbor. Good to see you again. How’s Mary?”
telling yore’ boy here, she’s a lot better and sends her love.
You gotta’ git over with Waco and visit for a spell. She’s all
the time asking ‘bout the two of you.”
“We promise, we
I’ll leave you to talk with my dad, and I’ll get back to you
later. I need to finish up my chores. We got us a new slave
I’m showing how to help with the chores. Glad you’re here, Sir.”
“See you in a
bit, Son. I need to talk with yore’ old man about some’um any
Waco ran off to
rejoin Ox and JR on the other side of the barn.
huh? Good for you, Charlie.”
Ranger walked to
the passenger side of his pickup and opened the door. He reached
in and took a manilla folder from the seat and handed it to Charlie.
this?” Charlie asks.
Ranger urged him. Charlie opened the folder and quickly glanced
at slave papers on Travis Eugene Jessup, signed over to Charles Earl
Goodnight and son Waco Lariat Goodnight. He looked up at Ranger
with his mouth open.
understand.” Charlie said quietly. He looked puzzled.
“Sorry I didn’t
git back to you sooner about Travis, Charlie. My wife took a turn
for the worse right after I talked with you, and I didn’t git a chance
to follow though right away with what you asked; however, I did talk
with Bobby about a month ago. He weren’t too keen on the idea at
first, but I think after he and Elsie sat down and talked it over they
come to the conclusion it just might be a fine opportunity for their
boy he may never git again. It weren’t until the end of last week
when Bobby, Elsie and Travis come to me and told me they thought it
would be a good idea for Travis to become Waco’s slave.
I told them I
wanted to talk with Travis alone, and I took him to my bed. We
made a little love and afterward while we were laying there, I told him
to be honest with me, was his parents pushing him to do this or did he
really want to. I was honest with him and told him how much he
means to me, but master and slave shit aside, I wanted the best for
him. He assured me he loves you and Waco with all his heart and
would feel as much at home with you as at our ranch.
So, he’s Waco’s
birthday gift from me and his parents. I told Bobby not to drive
over for an hour after I left to gimme’ time to talk with you. We
wanted it to be a nice surprise for you and Waco. Damn, I love
yore’ kid almost as much as you do, Charlie. Hell, I ain’t never
had me no kids. Wanted ‘em but my wife couldn’t have none.
Since you and I grow’d up together and was always so close, I sort a’
horned in on yore’ boy and sometimes think on him as ma’ own. I
guess I done the same with Travis. Even though he’s a born-slave,
I think on him as much mine as Bobby’s and Elsie’s. I ain’t never
said nothing in a good while, Charlie, but I hope you know I love you
as much as I did when we’s young cowboys together.”
Ranger, you know I feel the same about you. You always was the
big brother I never had. I told Waco yesterday coming back from
town how much I love you and I owe you a lot.”
“You don’t owe
me nothing, little brother. I’m content jes’ know’n you still
love me; however, there’s one small consideration I would ask as a
gentleman’s agreement between cowboys. A handshake will do.
I’d like to be able to see Travis for an evening ever’ now and then,
and of course we’d like to have Waco and him over to the ranch to visit
as much as they want. ‘Em boys got a second home over there as
far as we’re concerned. All my salve-hands love them boys as much
as I do.”
real big and stuck out his hand to shake Ranger’s.
“Can’t thank you
enough, Ranger. You don’t know what this means to me and
Waco. You didn’t have to do this. I was perfectly willing
to buy Travis from you, and with this handshake I promise me and Waco
will abide by our agreement. I’m sure Waco won’t have no problem
with it. He thinks on you the same way Travis does.”
bother’n you about it, though? I know’d ju’ too well, brother.”
Ranger took off his big cowboy hat and wiped the sweat from his brow
with the sleeve or his handsome Western shirt and cocked his head to
one side to look into Charlie’s eyes.
that, Ranger. You know me pert-damn well. We went to the
auction house yesterday, and I done bought Waco a slave. See that
huge ape-like man over there by the barn with Waco?”
sheeeit! He’s a big mother! You already done got Waco a
slave? Damn! I knew I should a’ called. I’m so sorry.”
You can just take Travis’ papers back, and we won’t say nothing to
Oh, fuck, no! What? Are you kidding? ‘At boy’s been
driving me and his folks nuts for the last several days about whether
Waco knows anything or not. Travis told me Waco thought he was
mad at him the last couple of days of school ‘cause he avoided him like
the plague. He stayed away from yore’ place all last week so’s he
wouldn’t be tempted to spill the beans to you or Waco about the
surprise. His daddy’s bringing him over here with collar and
leash. Travis insisted he be given to Waco proper-like completely
naked, ‘cept’n his boots, and he’s wearing a big red sash and
bow. It ‘ud break that damn kid’s heart if’n he thinks you and
Waco don’t want him. You know I love you, brother, but I won’t
let that happen.
Travis is me and
Mary, Bobby, and Elsie’s birthday gift to yore’ boy! I’m a
cowboy, Charlie, jes’ like you. You know a cowboy don’t never
renege on a gift or a promise. He’s Waco’s. I think you
better think long and hard about accepting Travis. Hell, you’re
gonna’ need both ‘em boys to take care a’ that giant.”
and slapped Charlie on the back good naturedly. He got Charlie
laughing. Ranger could be infectiously funny when he wanted to
be. Charlie never could say ‘no’ to Ranger in all the years
they’d known each other. They were closer than brothers.
“You jes’ might
be right, pod’na. Well, come on,— walk with me. Let’s us go
tell Waco. He’s gonna’ shit his pants.” Charlie
laughed. “I told him on the way back yesterday I done talked with
you about buying Travis from you for his birthday, but since I didn’t
hear nothing I assumed you didn’t wanna’ let go of him.”
“To be honest, I
didn’t. I left it completely up to the Jessups and Travis, but
after they wanted to do it, I got to think’n on it,— with Travis so
close, me and his parents could see him from time to time. Hell,
they’s all the time over to my place or your place anyway. I
don’t see things change’n much. I never would a’ used Travis
more’n once a month even if I kept him. He’s still too damn young
to have to satisfy a grown man as big as me more often than that.
I had to agree with Bobby and Elsie it jes’ might be a great
opportunity for Travis. I got me a good feel’n about them boys,
Ranger,— after yesterday and today, I gotta’ agree with you.
You’re the only man outside of our slaves what knows about Waco’s
gift. That big giant don’t talk none. I’ll tell you the
story later of how we came to buy him. It’ll knock yore’ sock
off. Might jes’ blow yore’ damn boots off, too.” Charlie chuckled.
surprise me about either one a’ them damn kids.” Ranger allowed.
“I’m just a
little concerned about how Waco’s gonna’ handle two personal slaves.”
“If’n I’s to put
my money on any kid being able to handle two slaves with no problem, it
would be Waco. You’d be the next one I’d put my money on,
brother. It’ll work out fine, jes’ you wait and see. You
couldn’t be git’n a more devoted and well trained young slave.
Aside from a few health problems, we’s all hoping he’s gonna’ outgrow,
Travis is a good kid. I know he’ll make a good slave for you and
Travis looks up
to Waco and thinks on him like a brother, but he knows his place.
He done told me he realizes he’s a slave, and he’ll do ever’ thing in
his power to be a good slave for his brother. He loves Waco that
much. He tells me Waco stands up for him at school all the time
when them other boys wanna’ treat him mean and abuse him. I’m
proud of Waco for that, Charlie. You won’t find many kids
sticking up for a slave. I know’d he learned that from you, and
I’m proud of the both of you.”
tried to teach him right from wrong and the cowboy way. Do you
think we should tell Waco or wait and surprise him when Bobby brings
the rest of your crew over.”
“You might git
chore’ other slave aside and tell him what’s happening so’s he won’t
feel bad or left out. Wouldn’t want the big fella’ mad at
you.” Ranger laughed.
“Ain’t likely to
happen. As big as he is, Ox is one of the most gentle creatures
you’re likely to find.”
What is he, Charlie?”
rightly know, yet, brother. Waco’s still work’n on that.
All I can tell ya’ is he gives one hell of a blow job.” Charlie
chuckled. Ranger roared with laughter.
The men walked
toward the boys and Ox. Ranger couldn’t believe how much bigger
Ox was up close and personal. JR came up to Ranger and offered
his hand. They shook and exchanged greetings. JR and Waco
went about their business as Charlie took Ox aside.
“Ox, this here
gentleman is our neighbor from the next ranch over, Mr. Ranger Gibbons.”
Ranger stuck out
his hand. Ox took it and pulled Ranger into a big bear hug.
Ranger was totally unprepared but went along with it not knowing if
this was to be his last breath on the planet. Charlie smiled and
winked at Ox as he held him tight. Then, like he’d done with
everyone else he met, Ox began to sing to Ranger and the big man melted
into the giant creature’s arms holding him. All fears and anxiety
vanished and Ranger felt the goodness of the universe surrounding his
soul. His heart was at peace. Ox finally, gently released
Ranger. The big cowboy looked up into Ox’s deep set eyes and
blinked back a tear.
“Thank you for
that, Ox. I needed that, but somehow I think you
knew.” Ox grinned shyly and nodded his head ‘yes.’
“It’s a pleasure to meet you, Ox, and you’re welcome to come visit with
the boys when they come to our ranch, anytime.” Ox just
smiled and nodded.
“He don’t talk,
Ranger. At least he ain’t yet. Waco says he can, but
he don’t much. Waco can talk with him and he understands anything
we tell him or ask him to do. Ox, I need to tell you about
Ranger’s surprise present for Waco, but you must not tell him, or it
won’t be a surprise. The reason I’m telling you is for you not to
feel threatened or unwanted. You’re very much wanted and needed,
maybe even more so now.” Charlie went on to tell Ox about
Ranger’s gift of Travis to Waco. Charlie could see Ox was excited
and pleased for Waco, Travis would soon be his.
“It will be
fine, Ox. Ranger told me he has faith in our boy he can handle
two slaves like you and Travis without any jealousy or division.
I share his faith in my son. I don’t think either you or Travis
will go lacking for attention or his love. There’s plenty of room
in Waco’s heart for all of us.”
Ox nodded his
head in agreement and hugged Ranger again. This time Ranger
wasn’t so apprehensive and laughed at the big creatures
exuberance. He patted Ox on his back to reassure him.
“I’ll bet Waco
made that leather breachcloth for you. It looks like his
handiwork.” Ox grinned and nodded to Ranger. “It’s very
handsome and looks good on you, Ox. I can tell a great deal of
love went into making it for you.” Ox beamed with pride and
stood just a bit taller.
The boys were
through with their chores and were standing talking with Charlie,
Ranger and Hank, before walking back to the house to clean up and
change clothes for the party.
“Ox told me to
tell you he thinks you’re a fine looking man, Mr. Gibbons.”
put his hand on Ox.
“Thank you, Ox,
I think you’re a fine looking man, too. I was a bit taken aback
by your size at first, but now, it don’t seem so unusual. I like
my friends big. It means they have big hearts.” Everyone
laughed at Rangers sentiment.
As the men were
walking back to the house, the ranch van from Ranger’s ranch slowly
pulled into the compound with Bobby Jessup behind the
wheel. Next to him was Travis with a big smile on his face
and a big red ribbon sash over his bare front with a big bow perched on
his shoulder were the sash came together front and back. Sitting
next to him was his mother Elsie.
It flashed in
Waco’s mind the minute his eyes met Travis’ and he watched one small
tear fall from his buddy’s cheek, Travis was his birthday present from
Ranger Gibbons. Waco grabbed Ranger and looked him in his eye and
Ranger couldn’t hold back.
Son. Travis is your gift from me and his parents.”
“Oh, God, Ranger
Gibbons, I’m so grateful. I know I done got me a slave and I
won’t never let Ox go, but you don’t know how I’ve dreamed of one day
owning my buddy. Thank you, Sir.” With that, Waco planted a
kiss directly on Ranger’s mouth that was a little more than a ‘thank
you’ kiss; however, Ranger didn’t hold back and returned Waco’s kiss
with equal passion.
“If’n I’d known
it was gonna’ git me a kiss like ‘at, I’d a brought you a dozen more,
Son.” Ranger laughed as he patted Waco on the back.
get out of the van fast enough. He was wearing a standard leather
slave collar and attached to it was a small but sturdy chain
leash. He was butt naked except for his cowboy boots. His
dad proudly walked him to Ranger Gibbons and handed him the leash.
you new master, salve.” Ranger ordered Travis with obvious
emotion. His voice was breaking. Big strong Ranger was
about to lose it. Travis slowly dropped to his knees in the dust
of the compound and proceeded to lovingly kiss each of Waco’s dusty
cowboy boots. Ranger handed Waco Travis’ leash.
Son. This slave is a gift from me and Mrs. Gibbons and Travis’
parents Bobby and Elsie Jessup. May he serve you long and well.”
Ranger Gibbons and I will personally thank Mrs. Gibbons later.
Thank you Mr. Jessup and Mrs. Jessup. I will do my best to be a
good owner for Travis, to love and care for him in a manner that will
make you proud. The greatest gift is one you’ve dreamed of but
always thought was just beyond your reach. As for you my good
friend, my slave, rise and show your new master your love.”
Travis was in
Waco’s arms in an instant and they exchanged a kiss that had everyone
there swooning. Ranger started applauding and the rest of them
picked it up as well. When they broke Travis was a bit
embarrassed because his dick was roaring hard. Waco turned him
around to show everyone his erection and held him close to him with his
arms around him. Everyone laughed.
Travis’ leash to his dad and ordered his new slave to kneel and pay
homage to his other master’s boots. Travis eagerly did the same
with Charlie Goodnight’s boots and soon found himself in another lip
lock with his other handsome new owner. There was more applause
and congratulations. Charlie held Travis’ leash as they watched
Waco take Elsie Jessup in his arms and gently kiss her on her cheek.
grateful, Mrs. Jessup, that you and Mr. Jessup would find me worthy to
own your wonderful son. I don’t have any words to tell you what’s
in my heart at this moment but to say ‘thank you’ for one of the
greatest gifts I’ve ever received.” Waco stuck out his hand to
shake Bobby Jessup’s hand only to be pulled into a hug. He hugged
Bobby back and stole a kiss from the good looking cowboy. Waco
always admired Travis’ dad.
“I know you and
yore’ dad will take good care of our boy, Son.” Bobby whispered
to him in their embrace.
“You can count
on it, Mr. Jessup. Thank you.”
Travis’ leash to Waco.
“Now, my good
slave, I want you to meet your new salve brother, my other new slave
whom my dad bought me yesterday, also for my birthday. He had no
name and the slave dealer told me he was a lummox. Therefore, I
named him Ox. Ox, this is your new slave brother, Travis, whom I
told you about earlier this morning. This is the young man, my
slave brother, I’ve secretly longed to own for sometime now. You
will love him as much as I do, and he will learn to love you in return.”
Travis was in
awe of the Giant as Waco knew he would be. Ox didn’t bother with
formalities and simply picked Travis up into his huge arms, kissed him
on his cheek and sang to him as he had the other men he met in this
manner. Travis wasn’t immune to Ox’s song nor his charms.
He fell in love as hard as the rest of the men. In fact, his
penis was roaring hard. It didn’t go unnoticed by Ox either and
he smiled at Travis as he blushed. Ox gently returned him to the
we’ve got to go into the house to change for the party. We’ll get
you dressed as well.” One of Ranger’s slaves handed Waco a small
suitcase filled with Travis’ cloths. Waco handed it to Ox and
asked him to carry it to the house for him. He lead Travis away
followed by Ox and JR. He held Travis’ leash in his left hand and
placed his right arm around Travis’ shoulder to talk as they walked to
the house. The adults watched as they walked away. There
wasn’t a dry eye among them. Everyone felt they witnessed
something wonderful happen. Ranger knew in his heart it was the
right thing to do. Even the Jessups were pleased with their
Travis and Waco
had much to talk about, but they managed to get dressed for the
party. Ox sat on the edge of Waco’s bed and watched the two
friends as they talked and dressed.
“How would you
like me to dress, Master?” Travis asked Waco.
clothes and let’s git that collar and leash off’n you; unless, you
might want to wear the collar.”
appreciate it, Master Waco. I know several of our school friends
will be here, and I want them to know you’re my new owner. I’m
proud to be your slave, Sir.”
Travis had never
called Waco ‘Master’ or ‘Sir’ before, but he knew it was the proper
thing. It just seemed strange to Waco for his buddy to be calling
him by such honorifics. He was going to say something about it
when Ox chimed into his head.
about it before you make a decision, young Master. Travis may
need to show you that honor. His love and respect for you is
deep. Don’t take that away from him if it’s something he
needs. Consider, he wants to wear his slave collar so everyone
will know he’s your new slave. It’s all part of belonging.
big man. You’re right. I won’t make a hasty decision.
I’ll wait. I think I can get used to his respect. You
certainly show me respect while I’ve never demanded it from you.
Perhaps it’s only right I should expect it from him. >>
reasoning, Master Waco. I will always show you proper respect,
Sir. Not only because I’m in your debt, but because of my
admiration and affection for you as well. >>
Lummy,— are you telling me you’re falling in love with me? >>
<< I think
it’s well past ‘falling,’ young Master. >> Waco heard Ox
laugh in his mind.
<< I knew
the minute I walked into that cell, I would always love you my
beast. There is none other like you. I don’t want you to
feel threatened because of Travis. I love him, too, but each love
is different. No one will ever take your place in my heart.
<< I have
no worries, Master Waco. I will love, young Travis, too. >>
his troops, Waco was satisfied everyone looked comfortable and happy
for the afternoon. He chose a beautiful white Western shirt with
small blue pinstripes, his best, newest pair of Wranglers, his big
Western belt with his large junior rodeo belt buckle, his finest pair
of buckaroo boots and his favorite Silver belly wide brimmed cowboy
hat. He insisted Travis wear his hat as well. He always
thought Travis looked good in Western clothes.
By the time the
boys and Ox returned to the yard the compound was a flurry of
activity. In one of the far corrals by the largest barn some of
their slave cowboy’s had several older, very docile ponies saddled and
waiting for any young kid who might want a pony ride. It was not
for Waco, Travis or JR. They had their own ponies. Pony
riding was an everyday occurrence for them. There were quite a
few more folks arrived while Waco and his slaves were in the house
getting ready. They all came up to greet him and meet his new
slaves. Most knew Travis, but they all were wowed and in awe of
Most were afraid
to let their kids come near him, which Waco could tell had a decided
negative effect on his lummox; however, he attracted little kids like a
magnet. When they saw Waco, Travis and JR climbing all over Ox
with gleeful impunity, they thought it looked like fun and wanted to
join in. More than one mother held on to their child’s hand
Perhaps, it was
just as well. Overhead the sky was filled with ominous shadows of
a pair of high flying Thunderbirds. Probably the same pair that
chased Charlie Goodnight’s truck on the way back from town the previous
day. Waco got a his binoculars out to get a good look at
them. Even though they were sailing on the higher thermal
currents and were high in the sky, their size was imposing. They
were huge and the male’s wing span had to be forty feet or more.
When he brought them to Ranger’s attention, he took a look through
Waco’s glasses and whistled.
“I ain’t never
seen me one that big before. We best warn all the folks to keep
their kids near and not let ‘em be wandering off.” Ranger allowed.
Waco, Travis and
JR agreed to help and went about warning people with small children to
keep them close, but more and more folks began to arrive, and they
couldn’t be sure they told everyone; however, the big birds hadn’t been
seen in the area in sometime and were the topic of everyone’s
conversation at one time or another.
The party was
going along great. There was a drink table manned by one of
Charlie’s cowboy slaves. There were soft drinks for the kids and
beer for the adults. No one was getting drunk because there were
several sheriff deputies and the sheriff himself with his family.
All the school friends Waco invited were there. The only kids
Waco didn’t invite was Tommy Sparks and his three buddies who made life
miserable for Travis. Waco made up his mind that would not
continue now that Travis was his slave.
The kids who
came to Waco’s birthday party were mostly from liberal families and a
few had slaves of their own. They were a good group of kids
and were pleased to find out Travis was now Waco’s slave. They
were even more impressed by his huge new giant slave, Ox.
After a while,
Ms. Wallace and several slave hands who were assigned kitchen duty for
the day began to bring out chicken and beef to put on the open barbecue
pit Charlie had a couple of his salves build several years
previous. The smell of the cooking meat rose skyward and the
giant birds began to drop to lower heights to sail on the thermals.
One small, five
year old boy, the youngest son of the local sheriff, Sheriff Lassiter,
decided he wanted to run from his mother’s arms to his daddy who was
standing by the pony ride corral watching some of the kids be lead
around on horse back by several of Charlie’s slave cowboys. It
was a huge open space in between of about two hundred feet.
The boy was
trying to run as fast as he could, but he tripped, lost his balance and
fell. No one was around him for fifty feet or more. That’s
all it took for the giant male Thunderbird. Suddenly the
sky grew dark from the wingspread of the giant bird as it dived
screeching from the sky. It had the young boy in its talons in
seconds and was away in a flash trying to gain altitude as quickly as
Waco, Travis, JR
and Ox were all standing together. Waco caught Ox’s eye and
without thinking, reached to pull the bowknot on his breachcloth.
Ox knew immediately why Waco unhindered him and was away like a
gunshot. All anyone could see was a blur of a giant, naked man
running at full speed across the compound toward the largest, new
barn. He reached the opposite side from where the kids on the
ponies were, and there was one of Charlie’s old ranch pickups the
slaves loaded with hay bails the previous afternoon to take into the
pasture for the cattle.
Ox made one
giant leap and sailed gracefully through the air landing on one giant
foot on the hay in the bed of the truck and propelling himself up
higher and onto the roof of the barn. From there he ran back
toward the end of the barn closest to the angle of ascent for the giant
bird trying to gain height. As he reached the very apex of the
barn, he threw up his massive arms and launched himself into the air.
audible gasps from all the people standing witnessing his graceful but
immensely power leap of fifteen to twenty feet into the air. He
managed to grab hold of one of the legs of the bird and then the
other. When he did the young boy slammed into his chest.
The thunderbird started screaming, but this time it wasn’t a scream of
conquest, it was one of anger and alarm it was caught and trapped by a
much larger creature than itself. It immediately started losing
Waco looked at
his companions on either side of him and ordered them to join hands
with him,— JR on his left side and Travis on his right.
“Close your eyes
and link with me!” he ordered his little brother and slave.
They had no idea
what he was talking about, or why, but they trusted Waco. They
didn’t have to ask why, they just did it. Suddenly, they were
seeing through the fear filled eyes of the five year old boy being held
by the giant bird. Waco manipulated the small boy’s arms with his
mind and had him grab hold of Ox’s fur and cling to him for all he was
worth. The more JR and Travis understood the more they channeled
their strength into Waco and the greater power he had to control the
When Waco was
sure the boy was firmly attached to the lummox he sent a picture to the
Thunderbird to release its grasp of the boy and Ox would let it go
free, but not until it lost more altitude so the fall for Ox wouldn’t
be so great. Instantly the giant bird released its talons and the
boy was free. Waco sent a picture for Ox to grab the child with
one hand but to still hold on to the bird with his other. He did
it without thinking and had the boy securely in his arm. The kid
was so traumatized he wasn’t even crying. He was just so grateful
to be in the arms of Waco’s giant man.
lost more and more altitude until it was about ten feet above the
ground. There was a big haystack on the opposite side of the barn
near the pony corral and as the bird flew over Ox released his death
grip on the critter’s leg and dropped with him and the boy into the
stack. Ox landed on his back with the boy on top of him to
protect him from the fall. The hay compressed and acted like a
cushion for their fall. Everyone was running toward them.
The sheriff and Ranger were the first to get there.
They tried too
get the boy to release his grip from Ox, but he refused. Ox
began to sing to the boy to calm him. He was still clinging to Ox
for dear life and wasn’t about to let go. Ox was his hero and
hero’s don’t come along too often. He wanted to make sure the
giant bird wouldn’t come back for him, and he knew his hero would
protect him. When the sheriff and Ranger saw the boy was all
right they let him be in the protective arms of the giant lummox.
running over, his face filled with horror and concern. He was
followed closely by JR and Travis. When he saw the big grin on
Ranger’s face he breathed a sigh of relief. He figured Ox and the
boy was all right. He used his mind to help calm the boy.
He now knew how to touch other human minds and gently allowed himself
into the boy’s mind.
all right now, little brother. That big, bad old bird is gone and
he ain’t gonna’ hurt chu’ no more. Come to my arms and let my
slave get down from the haystack. >>
immediately released from Ox and went to Waco’s arms. Waco, in
turn, handed him to his dad who was in tears. His mother came
running up to check on him and when she saw he was sound and not harmed
she climbed onto the haystack and threw herself on Ox to hug and kiss
him for rescuing her baby from the bird. Ox was embarrassed and
didn’t know what to do so he just sang to her, too. He held and
petted her as she cried her heart out in his giant arms.
passed his baby boy to Ranger and helped Ox and his wife down from the
haystack. He embraced Ox and thanked him over and over
again. Ox was the hero of the day. He damn well deserved
all the attention, adulation and praise he was getting. The
little boy was right, hero’s don’t come along too often.
End of Chapter 3
~ Waco’s Lummox
Copyright 2006 ~