"If it were
beneficial, their fathers would beget them already circumcised from
their mother’s womb. Rather, the circumcision of the spirit, the
true circumcision, has become completely profitable." ~ The sayings of
Christ from The Gospel Of Thomas
Waco turned into
Ox’s huge arms, threw his smaller arms around as much as he could,
stood on his tip-toes and gave his lummox a kiss on his cheek.
Lummox blush— not very often, but they do blush. Ox’s cheeks and
nose turned bright red.
“There was a
time, not so long ago, I had to make you bend down to give you a kiss,
my wonderful slave, my handsome friend and protector.” Waco
smiled at him. “You’re doing a great job looking out for me and
protecting me from this rude sex-crazed warrior. If I didn’t have
I would’ve given in to him a long time ago. I’m weak, but you’re
my strength.” Waco laughed. Ox reached over with one big
paw, grabbed Trey and pulled him into the hug. The two men stood
engulfed in a lummox embrace. Trey and Waco kissed while
their lummox held them close. Every man standing there got an
erection including the two old cowboys, Warren and Jack.
git me one a’ them giants one a’ these days.” swore Warren under
his breath. Jack overheard him. They’d discussed the
effects lummox had on them many times. He slapped Warren on his
back, laughing at him.
“You dirty old
man.” Jack accused him. The pups were laughing at them.
won’t deny it. Hell, I’ll wear a sign around ma’ neck.” Warren
“I’m gonna’ make
it my life’s goal to see my cowboy buddy git’s his ticket punched by
the biggest damn lummox I can find, but if’n I find you one, you gotta’
lemme’ watch.” insisted Jack.
“Ah, hell— you
find him, clean him up real good, and you can build bleachers and sell
tickets, cowboy.” Warren laughed in typical cowboy bullshit
one-upmanship. “I’ll give you three evening performances to book
and an afternoon matinee to boot.” he added. The old
cowboys were laughing their butt’s off at their own nonsense.
* * * * * * *
It was decided
to fly to Venus first, and stop by Mars on their way back to
Earth. Trey was anxious to see what progress was made on his
ship. He told Waco he didn’t expect miracles. He left his
best men in charge who would see to its repairs as well or better than
he could. It was a textbook flight and Captain Burt and his First
Mate Phil Stamper did an excellent job. Of course, they were
under the watchful eye of more experienced pilots and most of the time
Admiral Long himself. Nonetheless, they performed
flawlessly. Burt was born to be a space jockey. He had a
basic seat-of-the pants feel for flying a shuttle; Phil, not so
much. Phil was a by-the-book pilot; however, the more he
learned the more natural it became for him. It was a
leisurely flight. There weren’t so many guest to see to.
Even though there was a compliment of over a hundred and fifty warriors
and some Shushonni warriors, they were pretty much
self-sufficient. They assigned men to mess duty on a
rotation basis and everything ran as smoothly as it would on a regular
military ship. The warriors were no strangers to galley work and
other shipboard duties.
They arrived at
Venus and entered the soup-like upper atmosphere and descended through
the thick clouds to a lighter more clear area. There they found
whales slowly moving along feeding on the never ending flow of
silicone particles blown up from the surface of the planet. They
made deference to Chuchulack, his son, and his magnificent pod.
The whales were expecting them and made their arrival known to the
Venusians. Admiral Long thanked them, the Venusians locked on to
their controls with help from Ms. Myra and gently guided the Buttercup
down into the same docking bay they used the time before. This time there
were lights, video crews, and dignitaries of all sorts from all over
planet to welcome them. Also there was the other half
of the crew and the other Shushonni whom Captain Vinceeth left behind
to supervise and see to the repairs of the Banshee. There was a
small welcoming ceremony for the Admiral and his Captain, and then for
Captain Vinceeth and his men; but, the main attraction was their
returning celebrity and video personality, Darryl and the pups.
Waco laughed and rolled his eyes at Trey. Darryl was his usual,
humble and unassuming self, but that seemed to be his strength.
He was like an intelligent Huell Howser without the Southern-fried,
pone, golly-gosh, gee-whiz routine.
interviewed Captain Waco, his crew and the Admiral. They
interviewed Captain Vinceeth and asked how his leg was. He told
them he had to leave the cast on another couple of weeks, and then he
would be free of it. He stressed his gratefulness to the
officials and people of Venus for their rescue and generous
help. Waco was going to leave Darryl and the pups with the video
folks while the rest of the men went to inspect the Banshee, but Darryl
told them he had to stick close to his host. He would file
another report for them later in the evening. They seemed to be
satisfied and reluctantly allowed everyone to proceed to the
three robo-cams on Darryl at all times so he didn’t have to worry
about a camera crew. The robo-cams picked up everything in three
dimensions and got better input than a team of cameramen might
have. Then too, he had Ms. Myra to act as editor, and by the time
sat down to review the final product Darryl was always wowed by the
quality of the videos. So was the rest of the Venerian world.
pleased with the progress of the Banshee. It was obvious the
warriors he left behind worked their butts off to try to please their
Captain; not only for personal pride, but also because they saw the fun
their brothers were having on their shore leave on Earth in Waco’s
weekly videos he sent to them. They didn’t want to
jeopardize their chances for the same. They also faithfully
watched Darryl’s videos to the Venusian people.
everyone in a top level strategy meeting with all the men and critters
from the Buttercup including Darryl. He told Darryl, while
didn't mind if Darryl commented on their meeting he’d rather he not
include much video
footage. Darryl was sensitive enough to
understand what he meant and readily agreed. He told Captain
Vinceeth he would show him his production for approval before
release. Trey agreed and thanked him for his understanding.
After going over
all the repairs and improvements, Trey’s staff decided they would need
another four to six weeks to accomplish what they needed to move the
ship to Mars. However, Trey had the final say. He stressed
he didn’t want a half-ass job done on the ship. He wanted it back
to a topnotch fighting machine as well as comfortable living quarters
for his men and their newly adopted critters. They were going to
have some new technology at their disposal, and he was tired of
just having to get by.
He had already
spoken with Admiral Long, and he agreed to meet the Venusians’
overall cost which the Visallian/Shushonni world would reimburse.
Lazarus never said a word about repayment, but he thought
the sentiment was nice. Trey wanted the crew’s quarters and the
officer’s quarters redone. If the warriors needed help
redesigning and/or redecorating to let him know. He knew of a
men on Earth who would love the challenge. Trey instructed the
men remaining on Venus to keep in constant contact with him and his
staff on Earth to let them know of anything they discovered that needed
repairing. He wanted everything in working order. He
stressed, if they were to be receiving new engines and other technology
new to them, he wanted the Banshee to become the finest warship in the
Visallian fleet. Everyone agreed with him and spirits were high.
The Banshee was
designed and built similar to the Bandersnatch except it wasn’t quite
as comfortable as the Mighty Bee. Trey set out to change
that. He felt if he and his men were going to have to be on the
ship for long protracted periods of time they deserved some creature
comforts. He and Lazarus got their heads together and the Admiral
told him to go for it. Lazarus told him to trick it out, and he
would absorb the cost as a gift to him, his forefathers and his
family. This was his chance, and Captain Vinceeth took it.
Of great concern
to Trey and some of his officers was the auditorium where they held
most of the entertainment for the crew. It suffered minimal
battle with the ruthless snakes, but was still servicable; however,
there were many advancements in entertainment possibilities and Trey
wanted it remodled.
It was of utmost importance in
keeping morale high. Lazarus told Trey to gut it and start from
scratch. If he needed design help he knew where he could get
it. The Venusians had no problem meeting his needs and his
warriors worked along with them to see to a speedy overall repair of
the ship. The next
projected trip back to Venus wouldn’t be for approximately eight Earth
weeks when Waco and his crew could have a long period off from
school. At that time he wanted to be sure he could settle with
the Venusians and fly the ship to Mars for the rest of the repairs.
They spent a
full twenty-four hour period on Venus and then had to depart for
Mars. During that time they all gathered in an auditorium at the
space port to watch Darryl’s special report. He was wonderful
with his presentation and interviews. He cleared his portion with
Trey and he was very pleased with his broadcast. He ended by
interviewing each of the pups. That’s what the folks on Venus
really tuned in to see, and they loved them.
They said their
goodbyes to the Venusians the next morning and departed with the rest
of the warriors and Shushonni who were due for some R and R.
There were some sad goodbyes for Lucas as his Commander was one of the
officers who had to rotate duty. Travis was also sad he had to
let his Sergeant Major go to make room for another officer for R and
R. Each man came to Waco and Lazarus and the crew of the
Buttercup and personally thanked them for a wonderful, relaxed
time. They were looking forward to visiting again in the future
and invited everyone to their home world.
homage to the omnipresent whales they flew directly to Mars. They
docked in the same manner as before. They were greeted by the new
staff of androids, the warriors and the few Shushonni they left
there. They were amazed from the very beginning. It was
obvious there were many changes and improvements. The androids
get everything up and running properly. They activated almost all
the other caverns and they were operating at near full capacity;
there wasn’t that much in the caverns.
asked if there was one that could handle tropical plant species and
animals. They assured him there were several. He said his
ship, even with miniaturization was becoming packed, and they had much
yet to gather. The two androids that seemed to be in
charge, Nonno and Leiset were very gracious and wanted to show them
around. Waco showed them where the supplies they brought were and
a team of androids were set to work with Myra to unload.
They seemed thrilled to get them. The herbivores seemed to be
doing all right, but the others were getting tired of the manna.
They were not ungrateful, but a steady diet of one food can become
tiresome. Forty years would be unimaginable.
personnel they brought along were as dumbfounded as everyone else when
they first caught sight of the panorama of animals on the
The exchange warriors and Shushonni who were going back to Earth with
them were equally wowed. They couldn’t wait to get their clothes
off to be up close and personal with the animals and the Evanescent
children. The new personnel from Earth were told about having to
approach them naked, but they thought Waco and Admiral Long were just
being cowboys and blowing smoke up their butts; however, when they saw
Jack Hall and Warren Steele shucking their clothes and putting them
away in the lockers they knew they weren't kidding. Once they saw
one was paying a bit of attention to them, they began to follow
suit. After about an hour they didn’t pay attention to
the fact they were naked as the day they were born. A couple even
commented they found it refreshingly novel.
interest to several of the scientist were the Unicorns. Lazarus
had Waco and Lucas gather some hair and take some blood samples from a
couple of willing volunteers. The boys could communicate with
them with their minds and thoroughly explained they wanted a small
amount of blood for research purposes to find out where the Unicorns
evolved. After much analysis and DNA comparison with other
species it was found their closest living relatives on Earth were the
Narwhal (Monodon Monoceres) and the Rhinoceros. There was
actually a Siberian Rhino that didn’t become extinct until historical
times known as the Giant Unicorn (Elasmotherium sibiricum) which
stood two meters high and six meters (20 feet) long, with a single
two-meter-long (7 feet) horn in its forehead. The animal may have
weighed up to 5 tones. Its legs were longer than those of other
rhinos and were designed for galloping, giving it a horse-like
was probably a fast runner, in spite of its size. Its teeth were
similar to those of horses, and it probably grazed low herbs. E.
sibiricum lived in Southern Russia, Ukraine and Moldova during the
Early Pleistocene. It appeared during the Late Pliocene in
Most of the
herds of Elasmotherium probably died out in prehistoric times.
However, according to the Nordisk familjebok and to space scientist
Willy Ley, the animal may have survived long enough to be remembered in
the legends of the Evenk people of Russia as a huge black bull with a
single horn in the forehead. There is also a testimony by the
medieval traveler Ibn Fadlan, who was considered a reliable source,
which indicates that Elasmotherium may have survived into historical
times. Ibn Fadlan's account states:
nearby a wide steppe, and there dwells, an animal smaller than
a camel, but taller than a bull. Its head is similar to the head
of a ram, and its tail is like a bull’s tail. Its body is that of
a mule, but its hooves are like those of a bull. In the middle of
its head it has a horn, thick and round, and as the horn goes higher,
it narrows to an end, until it is like a spearhead. Some of these
horns grow to three or five ells, depending on the size of the
animal. It thrives on the leaves of trees, which are excellent
greenery. Whenever it sees a rider, it approaches and if the
rider has a fast horse, the horse tries to escape by running fast;
however, if the beast overtakes them, it picks the rider out of the
saddle with its horn, and tosses him in the air. It meets him
with the point of its horn, and continues doing so until the rider
dies. But it will not harm or hurt the horse in any way or manner.
* * * * * * *
Others found the
Kentaurans to be the most unusual and magnificent animals they ever
saw. They knew there were legends that went back thousands of
years of a beast which was half man and half horse, but no fossil
remains were ever found. The Centaurs of old were thought to be a
part of mythology; however, in the Twentieth Century man learned there
was a basis in truth to many legends. Certainly these
animals were living examples. The
researchers were enthralled with them and their lifestyles. They
were very human-like in their families and living. They had taken
on most of the Evanescent children to look after, and they were all
their adopted family’s back playing with them.
The Mammoths and
Mastodons seemed to be thriving in their new temporary home. They
seemed so loving and docile, the humans could approach them with little
fear. They were so grateful to have been saved from sure
destruction by the Greys and Reptiles. The aliens shared some
responsibility for their extinction on Earth in prehistoric
However, like the Unicorn Rhino, a few survived in remote areas well
into the historical age. Small herds were lifted and started on
other worlds, but this was the last of their kind anywhere in the
universe and they were, as Trey described to Lazarus, precious cargo.
opinion, some of the most precious of the critter cargo saved by Trey
Vinceeth and his men were the several Volgoron families. There
were about fifty of them, and they, too, were instrumental in accepting
many of the Evanescent children into their families. It was a
burden for the Lummox and the Kentauran families, but none were turned
away. The children did their best to adapt and did so quite
readily. Jack Hall took a personal interest and inventory of the
huge lummox, particularly the single males. There was a handful
he considered might be suitable candidates for a partner for his cowboy
* * * * * * * *
Nonno and Leiset
took their guests on a tour. All the caverns were joined by two
anti-grav transportation systems. One was for passengers and the
second, a much larger tube was designed for freight between caverns for
carrying food, equipment and even transporting large beasts if
necessary. They visited most of the larger caverns and were wowed
by the grandeur and scope of them. Many were larger than the one
where they kept the Mammoths and other creatures. The most
impressive to everyone was the salt sea in the cavern of Olympus
Mons. It was unfathomable to them such a large underground sea
could exist. There were beaches and the waves rolled into shore
just like the oceans on Earth. Nonno told his guests the Krell
even managed to create tides.
and Nonno and Leiset took their guests to a large living area for the
evening. They planned to complete the unloading of supplies
during their guests' rest period. The Buttercup would start back
the following morning. The room assigned to Captain Waco, Ox and
Captain Vinceeth had a balcony which overlooked the mountains and
savanna where all the animals lived and roamed. It was a
magnificent view. They didn’t know the living quarters were there
on their trip
before. Leiset explained it wasn't possible to see them before,
and they were only opened since they left. They opened it for
and it would temporarily house the medical teams and scientist they
accommodations were sumptuous. They seemed to have a large
variety of food available. When asked about it by Admiral Long
they said they managed to get their food replicators working shortly
after they left three weeks ago but really hadn’t had a chance to use
them much except for the small crew Captain Vinceeth left behind.
His warriors claimed the food was excellent. The
androids told them if they could bring one more load of food and
supplies with them the next time they returned, they should have the
rest of their food replicators on-line and further shipments wouldn’t
be necessary. They prepared a supper for everyone. It was
modest but tasty and everyone had enough to eat and drink.
They also had a
huge auditorium where they encouraged the men to gather after supper to
show them a video of their progress and some of the things of
interest. There were several new births of Mammoth and Mastodon
calves and several Unicorns and Kentauran births. They were
keeping accurate records and genealogical charts of every
creature. What they managed to accomplish in such a short period
of time was nothing short of miraculous.
“How did you get
all this accomplished in such a short time?” Waco asked.
“We don’t need
sleep, Sir. All we have to do is change battery packs, and we’re
good for another twenty-four hour period. There are fresh battery
packs for all androids maintained around the clock.”
Nonno and Leiset were clothed as well as some of the other anatomically
perfect androids. He asked about it, because he and the warriors
ran around nude the whole evening except for dining. They dressed
for supper. Even the Visallians kept some standards of dress.
“We are dressing
for you, Sir. We don’t yet know about your habits or
modesty. When not around bios (their name for living creatures)
we’re mostly unclothed. As you know, the animals relate better to
us in the nude.” Nonno answered.
“How is it
you’ve come to accept us so readily, Nonno?” Lucas asked.
“If you were not
the ones the Ancients built these caverns for, you would never have
been able to activate everything. Others may have been able to
get inside, but they couldn’t have activated the first caverns
even on a temporary basis. We are programed to help in anyway we
can to make these caverns a temporary home for the treasures of your
world and for your people to survive the coming holocaust.” he
“You know about
that?” Little Bear asked.
“We don’t know
everything, but we know the beautiful planet you call Earth will soon
cease to have life on it for close to a thousand years.”
silent. Even the warriors and their brothers hung their heads in
sympathy for their Earth brothers. They had come to think upon
the Earth and its beauty as their second home.
“What will be,
will be.” said Lazarus quietly. “We must be ready.”
* * * * * * *
That evening, or
what would be evening by Earth time, Waco stood on the balcony of the
huge suite he was staying in with Ox and Captain Vinceeth.
Behind him, with his arms around his smaller cowboy, was the Captain
their omnipresent, ubiquitous Lummox chaperon. They finished
their clean up period and were relaxing together naked.
They looked out upon the magnificent vista of the animals and friends
roaming across the veldt. It was an idyllic moment. It
looked like something out of Disney’s Fantasia without Beethoven’s
Sixth Symphony, the Pastorale. Waco missed Beethoven and inquired
of Myra if she could patch in the Sixth Symphony to their quarters.
performance would my handsome young Captain prefer?” she cooed.
familiar with orchestras or conductors. Any suggestions, Ms.
M?” Waco asked.
“May I suggest
one of the lesser known symphony orchestras with a less egotistical
personal imprint which, in my humble opinion, brings more of a bucolic
resonance to the performance than the machine-like perturbations and
green-apple quickstep of Stokowski’s rendition. With him,
everything’s a horse race to the finish only to disappoint anyone who
just happened to
bet on the bobtailed nag.”
Waco laughed at
“Never one to
mince words,— your opinions are always appreciated, Ms. Myra.
Your recommendation would be— ?”
“Schwarz and the
Seattle Symphony, circa 2000, Captain. A sensitive, yet
youthfully teasing performance— smart, sophisticated, yet never
forgetting to be kind or gentle; never brash nor rude. Perhaps,
it asks a few more questions than it answers, but there in lies its
beauty. One should always be left with a lingering need— a
longing to know more when a fine performance of Beethoven is finished,
but never rushing to check your para-mutual tickets to see if you have
a winner.” she added dryly.
Waco fell out
Please, make it so, lovely lady.” Waco smiled.
strains of Beethoven’s Sixth began to fill the air. It was the
perfect music for a perfect moment. It made them feel all was
right within the
caverns of Mars.
gracious gentleman.” Trey whispered in Waco’s ear as he rubbed
his big, rough hand over his cowboy’s washboard abs and moved to grab
himself a handful of buckaroo dick. “Does the beautiful music complete
you?” he added.
“No, you, my
slave and my family complete me, Captain. The scene before me and
music only reinforce my desire and understanding for the value I have
in those who love me and my life as a whole.”
“For such a
young human, but for a man of considerable talents, beauty and action,
you know how to play me like a Dromellchime.”* Trey stole a kiss.
“It’s easy when
it’s written in the stars, Trey.” Waco dropped his official voice
for his suitor.
“Did you know
about me before we met?” Trey asked.
“Yes, Sir, I was
warned about you.” Waco said with a wicked grin. Trey
tickled him and made him jump.
“Did they warn
you I could eat you in a single bite?” Trey licked Waco’s naked
shoulder with his rough tongue.
“No, they swore
it would take you at least two and a half bites to consume me, but
you proved them wrong.” Waco sparred.
that?” Trey responded curiously.
“You reminded me
of a poem we studied last year in Mr. Chamber’s class, La Belle Dame
Sans Merci— which means, in the French language, the beautiful woman
without mercy. You became my handsome warrior without
You devoured me the first time you looked at me. I didn’t stand a
chance. I was consumed by your spirit. There was no doubt
my mind what you were thinking, and I watched as my soul jumped out of
my body and ran to embrace yours. You knew it, too. You
knew we were there for a greater purpose than just to exchange a
shipment from the Daleks.”
Trey was silent
for a moment. He didn’t have a smart comeback. Waco could
say the damnedest things sometime and shift him off guard like a fine
warrior might in combat with a weaker enemy. Trey wasn’t trained
in matters of the heart. He thought his physical beauty and brawn
could win him anyone he set out to conquer, but it’s hard to
declare victory when it’s laid at your feet. Trey didn’t mind
admitting defeat to his younger Captain. He knew he could love
forever just like he was, but in the back of his mind he wondered if he
could make the young man into a warrior.
“I will become
anything you want me to be, Captain.” Waco said softly as his
lips brushed against Trey’s strong jaw. “If you want a warrior
for a mate, so be it. I will become as great as any Visallian
warrior, other than yourself, of course. If you’re happy with a
cowboy space-jockey pilot and
Captain, I will be that for you, too.”
tapping my mind?” he asked.
“No, you know
better. I would never unless you gave me permission. It
just ain’t done. Some things don’t need a mind reader. I
can tell what you’re thinking by the way you hold me— by the way to
touch me— by the way you make love to me. You wonder about things
sometimes, and I’m receptive to you. You look at me like you’re
trying to envision me as a warrior, but not just any warrior--- your
warrior, a warrior of your creation.” Waco smiled and Trey
“You’re right, I
do. You’ve grown so much since I first met you, cowboy.
What of this plan to become Admiral Long’s slave? Are you
seriously considering it?”
“I think my
father is considering it— not so much for his financial gain, but for
what he thinks is my happiness. It would bring us together
“Would you lose
“No, they’re my
father’s slaves as well. I don’t think on them as my slaves
anyway. They’re my brothers. Ox knows he’s my brother,
don’t you big fellow?” Ox smiled and nodded to them. “Ox
would continue to be my brother slave. You have some thoughts
“I know it is
neither in my power of influence to interfere, nor object to such an
action, but I don’t know if
I want you to become a slave. Personal gain for your father is
one thing, but certainly not for purposes of us having sex. What
does that say about me? I’m weak? I’m unable to control
myself? First and foremost I am a warrior. I’m used to
waiting and fighting for
what I want. One year— three years— what difference does it
make? The Admiral has given me and my men the Longshot. We
will live extended lives. What’s three years when we’re talking
about three thousand years? I want you on my terms. I want
you on terms we agree upon. I don’t want someone else negotiating
the time of our bonding.”
“You feel that
strongly about it, Captain?”
“Won’t you feel
“How can I feel
deprived when I gain your complete package. Depraved maybe, but
not deprived.” he laughed, “To have you is to have your slaves as
well. Ox takes good care of me and you. Tell me you haven’t
shared the taste of my body with your lummox slave?” Trey looked
deep into Waco’s eyes and grinned wickedly. You and Ox are in
constant communication. He feels my hands on your body. He
shares with you everything about pleasuring me. I can see it in
your face when he does. I’ve watched you ejaculate the same time
I spill my seed into his handsome maw. You two don’t fool me for
a minute.” Trey chuckled, “If you feel so compelled you could
give me one of your other slaves for an evening, with your
supervision. You can get inside his head and experience our
coupling along with him. No one could fault you for
eavesdropping. If the physical act of male coupling is so
damnable to the society on your world, think outside the
framework. With your creativity and talents, you can beat the
system. For one thing, I’m not human. While we have many
things in common, I’m a different specie. How would your world
deal with that little anomaly? If you’re worried I might become
bored or lose interest, you don’t understand what it means to be a
warrior. We don’t commit to anything without making damn sure
it’s what we want— and, you’re right, my eyes did consume you upon
first sight. You never stood a chance.” Trey threw back his
head and laughed. He even got a laugh out of Ox.
“You’re so damn
cock-sure of yourself!” Waco grinned.
“That’s only a
small part of why you love me?” Trey grinned real big.
true! I love you, Captain Vinceeth— for that and many other
reasons. To be honest, when I saw you for the first time— I never
wanted to be given a chance. However, there’s another factor we
ain’t talked about.”
The Voices of the Ancients— the Winds of Consciousness. They seem
to think I should be humbled as a slave— to rise from a position of
humility to one of power and respectability. I don’t know how
high or what they have in mind for me, but I know it’s going to be
You’re already special enough. I knew the first time I took your
hand and you stood up to me with no fear in your heart. I knew
you were a man to be reckoned with, no matter your young age. You
haven’t proved me wrong yet. Will they listen to a plea?”
“They do all the
time. Whether they respond or not is another thing.” Waco
said seriously. “I asked about it myself, but I was told if I
didn’t accept this period of humility, I would have to accept another,
and it would probably be more painful than the first. They
explained it’s just the way the universe works. Whatever lesson
or task you set aside until tomorrow will be harder to accomplish than
it was the day before. It’s the Universal Law of
procrastination. Anything you postpone becomes logarithmically
more difficult the longer you put it off. Larry the Cable Guy was
right. Just, git’er done!” Waco smiled.
“What if someone
like me, who is older and more experienced, who has your best interest
at heart asks them to reconsider?”
“Your idea of
‘best interest’ and what they have in mind for the progression of the
universe might be different. It’s never a good thing to go up
against them, Captain, no matter how sure you are of your good
intentions— believe me. They just might go along with you, but
there may also be serious consequences. They won’t tell you about
those if they agree to grant your plea. They may not even know
about them, but remember the old
saying, ‘Be careful what you wish for— you just may get it.’” Waco
saying you wouldn’t mind becoming a slave?”
Admiral Long’s slave would be an honor, Trey.”
he’s a wonderful man, but— .”
the stigma of being a slave— it bothers you. Would being a slave
make you love me less? Maybe that’s the lesson the Voices have in
mind— not for me, but for you.” suggested Waco.
becoming a slave wouldn’t bother me. In fact, I would buy you
from your father or Admiral Long, but our people don’t believe in
slavery. It wouldn’t be allowed. It’s just— ”
“A slave can
never become a warrior?” Waco asked.
but how did you know? You can’t know all the fine points of
“Is that what’s
“Yes, I guess it
is.” Trey replied.
“Do you consider
Admiral Long a warrior?” Waco asked.
He’s one of the greatest warriors our people have ever known.
Were you to visit our world, which I hope you will one day, you will
see numerous statues, monuments, and buildings dedicated to him.
Every continent has a Long city named after him; every city a Long
street. He’s a great hero to our people.”
“I see.” said
Waco without elaborating. “Then I guess I shouldn’t consider
becoming a slave.” he said quietly like he was suddenly resigned to the
idea and there was no longer any need for further discussion.
like he’d just been cut off or caught in a crossfire and knew from
“Why do I feel
very uncomfortable right now?” he smiled at Waco.
“I’m not sure
what you mean, Captain. I don’t know why you would feel
uncomfortable. I just agreed with my older and wiser
suitor.” Waco humbled himself, but turned into Trey’s arms to
fully embrace him. Trey surrendered, they shared a kiss,
but he wasn’t quite sure he knew where he stood. They spent the
rest of the warm evening, or until the music finished, sitting quietly
together holding hands. When the final strains of the symphony
faded, Waco spoke.
Myra. It was a fine performance. We enjoyed it very much.”
Captain Waco. Glad to be of service.” she spoke sincerely.
himself and went in to their huge bed. Trey wasn’t sure, but he
wondered if he said the wrong thing or if, he should press for a
greater explanation. Maybe he needed to talk with Admiral
Long. He knew he could trust Lazarus like his own dad. He
couldn’t leave Waco’s side. He was so drawn to the young man
and everything Waco represented. Trey’s considerations or
were lost in a sea of strong feelings in Waco’s presence. He
every minute he spent with him, and he knew his cowboy felt the
same. Waco couldn’t hide his affections for his warrior
Captain. He never tried. Trey smiled. He wasn’t the
only one sure of himself. If Waco wanted you to love him, you
didn’t stand a chance. A heaping handful of loving cowboy
brothers, an equal amount of adoring critters, and a devoted giant
lummox was living proof.
* * * * *
The next morning
they took more tours, and had the mechanics of the huge atmospheric
engines explained to them by their guides. They were truly
miracles of engineering. The
androids carefully explained their functions, how they were still in
wonderful condition and could probably last, with proper maintenance
and care, for several thousand years. Lazarus was primarily
interested in housing or lands where refugee settlers could farm, ranch
or start businesses that could contribute to the growth and well being
the new planet. It was his intention Mars would become a project
in maintenance, conservation and cooperation for the good of the many
rather than to provide riches for the few. Under his and Trey's
administration, they would see to it, there would be no such thing as
poverty. They also pledged themselves to find ways to curb
through the noon meal and then decided to depart. The cowboys had
to get home to start school. They planned to make another trip
first extended long weekend in which they had an extra holiday.
They would keep in touch with
the Mars base and at that time Captain Vinceeth would probably be
moving his ship to the Martian dock. He and Waco and a few of
their men made an inspection of the dry-dock for spaceships. They
impressed by the facilities. It seemed much better organized that
the Venusian docks, but Trey never complained. The
Venusians had been very generous and kind to him and his men.
They said their
goodbyes and left Mars for their journey home. While on the
planet the androids told them the Reptilian race and the Grays checked
out the cavern entrances numerous times, but they never noticed or
there was more to the caverns than what they could see. The
landing docks were carefully disguised as part of the walls of the
caverns. The door Captain Vinceeth and his men found by
accident was carefully re-disguised in case one of the ships
landed and decided to do some scouting. It
would now be almost impossible for them to find an entrance.
back to Earth was as uneventful at its flight to Venus. It was
another textbook trip and Captain Burt and his first mate Phil got a
round of applause for a job well done. They beamed with pride and
knew they were closer to being able to solo in their own
They asked if they could start training their next youngest brothers as
their first mates. Lazarus agreed.
* * * * * * *
Stan and his
mate J.B., as he started calling Jimmy-Bob from time to time, spent a
couple of days and nights in Brick’s apartment to lay low after their
return. Then, they returned to their rooms and resumed their
lives. They continued
going to class and trying to convince their captors they were beginning
to take to
the hard-core religious crap they were trying to shove down their
throats. Jimmy-Bob was more laid back and comfortable.
Nothing seemed to bother him. He just did what he wanted but cut
out his obstinance. Stan was more apprehensive than
Jimmy-Bob. He told Jimmy-Bob he felt like something was in the
getting away with being gone went too smoothly. Stan was raised
in an atmosphere of suspicion and to fear the worst. The only
happiness he’d known
in life was when Olie and Hattie Bloom bought him for their
slave-son. In school he met and fell in with the Goodnight
cowboys and became a part of their extended family.
The men had been
back to their training classes for over three weeks. They were
forming close bonds with Tim and Brick. They were invited to
their apartment several times a week for supper and prayers.
was actually very little praying went on other than Brick saying
over supper. The rest of the time they enjoyed videos, TV
programs, and games. Brick loved to get new games and try
them. The other three men humored him. He was too damn big
not to. Once in a while Brick would mention the fantastic tale
Jimmy-Bob told him and Tim about where they were on their brief
He would ask pointed questions and Jimmy-Bob would answer him honestly
and directly. He never lied to them.
“You say they
got Wooly Mammoths and Mastodons in the caverns on Mars?”
“Yes, Sir, and
“Are they like
somewhat like elephants, but they’s much bigger— enormous.
also more intelligent and gentle than elephants. They would
never hurt someone they trusted. They’re living in close
proximity with the other
animals, Evanescent children and Lummox families.”
different kinds of animals are there?”
Stan? About six or eight— maybe more.” Jimmy-Bob deferred
to his friend.
many.” agreed Stan.
“What is a
Lummox?” Brick asked.
“What we call
Sasquatch or Bigfoot.” answered Jimmy-Bob.
Bigfoot on Mars?” Brick asked incredulously.
“Yes, Sir, but
they come from another galaxy and a planet what don’t exist
no more called Volgoron. That’s where our Bigfoot came from
originally. They were brought here many years ago to establish a
new colony when their world was threatened. They will be taken in
the rapture with us.”
“You mean to
tell me Bigfoot monsters will be raptured before the Holy Father?”
Officer Brick.” Jimmy-Bob told him quietly expecting the worst.
seem upset. He kept his cool. It was like he was more
curious than confrontational.
wondered what one would look like.”
“We could show
you a video of them if you like, Officer Brick.”
T.V. Turn it to channel three.”
for his remote and clicked the TV on channel three.
“Yes, Stan, how
can I be of service?” a voice came out of the TV speaker.
“Using a UHF
feed could you show the video of us walking in the redwoods with Strom,
Ox, Mr. Chambers, Kuluke, T’kan and Moe.”
Stan. How are you Jimmy-Bob?” Kyron inquired.
fine. Thanks for asking, Kyron.” Jimmy-Bob responded.
welcome.” replied Kyron and the video started.
jumped into Brick’s lap when they caught sight of how big Strom and Ox
were. They saw the younger lummox and were equally taken with
them, especially the youngest who was wearing a cast on his leg and on
crutches. Moe was running all around from Stan to Ox and
Lyle. He was having a great time. Strom had his huge arm
draped over Stan’s shoulder on his left side and over Jimmy-Bob’s on
the other. They were walking along, talking and laughing like
they were old companions. It was obvious to anyone they were good
shit! How are you doing this? Where is this broadcast
coming from?” Brick demanded.
“It’s a regular
T.V. signal feed from a source we can't explain to you. It took
sometime to get used to it, but once you’re introduced to it, it ain’t
so magical no more. It’s just a little more advanced technology
than we’re used to, Officer Brick.” soothed Jimmy-Bob.
They watched as
the young men strolled slowly up and over the hill as the cameras
followed them and recorded their conversations.
to the little one?” Tim asked.
“He slipped and
fell off a ledge in a dark cave he and his brother were playing in and
broke his leg. The medics set it and cast it. He’s out of
the cast now. He’s completely healed. He’s one of our
little brothers.” said Jimmy-Bob.
“I’d like to
have a little brother like him.” said Tim wistfully.
really do exist.” said Brick, “Or is this just special effects?
And where is that forest?”
“The forest is
on Mars.” Jimmy-Bob didn’t lie. He and Stan knew the Buttercup
was probably sitting on Mars that evening and the forest was
Jimmy-Bob didn’t want to explain any more technology than
necessary. That’s enough, Kyron. Thank you very much.”
Jimmy-Bob. Glad to be of service.” Kyron said through the
The men sat
there in silence for a while. Jimmy-Bob looked at Stan and smiled.
“Do you believe
us now, Officer Brick?” Stan asked quietly.
“I don’t know.”
“I believe you
guys.” said Tim, “I want to walk and talk with one of those
creatures. Are they nice? Are they gentle?”
wonderful, Tim, and they have the sweetest milk you ever tasted.”
Jimmy-Bob told him.
“No, the males.”
Jimmy-Bob smiled at him.
I don’t believe a word of it!” Brick exclaimed.
to believe, Brick!” Tim spoke sharply to him. “I know you too well,
Brick Armstrong. You wanna’ believe, but you just won’t let
yourself. You believe in a religion that can’t be factually
proved, and a God you can’t see or talk with— yet, these men show
you videos of what they’re telling you, but you won’t believe
them. Shame on you, Brick Armstrong! That's not the man I
know and love! You’re a bigger man
than that!” Tim said indignantly. He got up from beside Brick and
left the room.
Officer Brick.” apologized Stan. “We didn’t mean to cause
right. Not to worry, guys. He’s right. He always
is. I want to believe, but it’s just such a shock for me. I
grew up accepting religion and God, so it seems more natural than
seeing a video of Bigfoot. Excuse me, I’ll go to him. He’ll
be all right in a few minutes.”
left. Stan and Jimmy-Bob could hear soft talking and a few sobs,
then all was quiet for a few minutes. Brick and Tim returned to
the living room and everything seemed to be better.
apologize. I believe you men.” Brick addressed them, “I don’t
know how you did it, but then, I don’t know how your dog came to
visit and swim in our pool. I ain’t questioned you about it, and
I won’t about this. Truth is, I don’t wanna’ know. If I’m
ever asked about it, I won’t have to tell a lie, because I just won't
know. All I can say is, it was amazing, and I’m like Tim, I’d
love to know a creature like that. If it’s true there are living
creatures like them, then it means not all intelligent people were
created in the same image we were. Are there others?”
thousands, Officer Brick.” Jimmy-Bob said softly. “I wouldn’t
have believed it either unless I’d seen it with my own eyes. One
day you will, too.” he added.
Jimmy-Bob excused themselves and returned to their rooms in the men’s
dormitory. They decided to leave Brick and Tim alone for a while,
besides they knew Tim was scheduled to spend the evening in the Holy
Prophet’s quarters. He had to prepare himself. Tim never
knew if he would be called upon for Scudder’s pleasure or not.
Sometime he spent all evening waiting only to be told to return to his
dorm, he would not be needed that evening. Tim considered
those evenings his good fortune. He couldn’t stand Scudder or his
advisor Austin Taycious.
into the bedroom of his apartment. He stripped to get into the
shower. He found his young mate toweling himself dry. Tim
was in the shower for sometime cleaning his body inside and out for an
evening in the Holy Prophet's chambers. Brick was sad. He
didn’t want Tim to go, but he knew there was nothing he could do about
it. He took Tim in his huge arms and gently kissed him. He
held his lover’s smaller body close to his large nude body.
“Do you want me
to fill you with my love to take along with you?” Brick asked as
he stole another kiss.
“You can be so
damn loving and romantic when you want to be. That’s the Brick
Armstrong I’ve come to know and love.” Tim told him and kissed
him back. “I think we have time. He hasn’t called for me
the last four times I’ve spent the evening in his apartments, but it
would be nice to know your love is inside me. The other
semi-vestal virgins are complaining he and his political advisor get so
drunk they pass out most of the time before they ever get around to
seeking pleasure from them. Maybe I’ll be lucky this time,
but at least I’ll know I have your love inside me.”
They didn’t say
more. Brick picked Tim up in his massive arms like he weighed
less than a feather and carried him into his bedroom. There he
proceeded to carefully lube Tim’s anus and his own roaring hard
dick. He couldn’t remember when he had such a stiff
hard-on. Brick felt like a young stallion about to go into rut
with his mate. He couldn’t wait to feel himself inside Timmy’s
warm, inviting ass. Brick mounted the young man with sure
strength and gentleness. Tim welcomed him and swooned at the
fullness of Brick’s penis within him. Brick allowed Tim to grow
accustomed to his large size before he started to take the goodness his
mate offered him.
Brick started to
fuck Tim with long deep strokes that sent Tim into orbit. He was
moving around in the bed trying to get away from the shear ecstasy of
Brick’s hard shaft moving relentlessly in and out of his gut. It
the harder Tim tried to clamp his ass muscle down around Brick’s plow,
the harder he began to fuck him like he was about to plant a row of
corn in Tim’s red Earth. Brick grabbed Tim around the waist with
his massive arm and locked him in a vice-like grip to take the rest
from his lover by force. Tim told him many times, to take it from
him that way. That’s the way he wanted it. That’s the way
he liked it. He wanted Brick to be forceful with him. Brick
was the only man who had the right to take it from him the way he
needed and wanted, and that included Brick taking from him what Brick
needed, and for which, his hugely muscled body yearned.
Brick built up
quickly to a climax and yelled for Tim to come with him. He was
not a quiet lover, and Tim knew exactly when his man would be exploding
within him. He shoved his ass up to meet Brick’s strong strokes,
to feed him his ass to make his lovers ejaculation the best he could
for him. Brick yelled and Tim erupted at the same
time. Brick spilled his seed deep within Tim, and he received
Tim’s seed all over his well developed abs and chest. He
collapsed on top of Tim, and they gasp for air as they begin to come
down from their sexual high. Brick gently kissed Tim while still
rooting around in his ass.
“I love you,
“I know you do,
Officer Brick, and I love you, too.” he paused for a moment. “You
think it’s true what Jimmy-Bob said about my love saving you?”
“The way I feel
right now and every time you give yourself to me, I have to believe
him, sweet heart. I know what we’re doing may not be right in
God’s eyes or our faith’s eyes, but it feels so good. When we do
it, it feels so natural. How can anything that feels so good be
wrong? Jes’ ‘cause we ain’ t make’n babies? I guess I
shouldn’t have doubts like that, but Lord help me, I can’t help it.”
what Jimmy-Bob was talking about, Brick. Maybe it is right for
us. Maybe it ain’t wrong. If the Holy Father fucks me, why
ain’t it right for you?”
“It ain’t right
for me to question what our savior does. It can be right for him,
but not right for us. I know that don’t make sense, but a lot of
Christianity don’t make sense, yet we believe it anyway. The Holy
Father’s closer to God than we are.” Brick sighed like it was
difficult for him to hear his own words. Tim could tell his mate
was almost to the breaking point. He wondered how they were going
to work this out. He could feel the pain inside Brick having to
let Tim go to the Holy Prophet’s apartments for the night. The
way Brick fucked him spoke volumes to Tim. It was one of the
sweetest fucks his mate ever threw into him, and yet, it was one of the
most heartfelt, filled with a deep longing for Tim to belong to him and
only him. Tim knew, without him saying, Brick didn’t want to
share him with Scudder and Taycious. Brick slowly removed himself
from Tim, like he didn’t want to leave his body, and held him in his
arms for a while. They made tender love to each other.
“Do you want to
pray before you go?” Brick asked him.
“Don’t you think
after that fuck God knows what’s in our hearts, Officer Brick?”
Brick smiled at
him. “I suppose he does. You know what’s in my heart, don’t
course. I feel the same, but until we’re raptured or taken away
in a flying saucer we have to survive. To survive we have to play
by someone else’s rules. I love you enough I’ll play by those
rules until I can have you to myself, Brick. I love you that
“I love you,
too, Timmy. I won’t be here this evening when you get back, but
don’t go back to the dorm. You come back here and sleep in our
bed for the rest of the night. I don’t know when I’ll be
in. I have some things to do for the Holy Father, and I’m in
charge of the men guarding him tonight. I’m the officer on duty
all evening. I might not be in until morning. I think he
does that just to get me out of the way when you go to spend an evening
in his apartments. At least I’m busy, and it keeps my mind
occupied so I won’t have to think of you lying with him or worse, lying
“I’ve only been
with him once, and it was awful. He’s like being with a misshapen
woman. I almost threw up. God I hope I don’t have to
perform for him.” Tim lamented.
Tim got dressed,
they said their ‘goodbye’ and he left for the Holy Temple where he
would be picked up and taken to Scudder’s apartments. The
Theocratic administration didn’t actually use the White House to live
in anymore. It was more for guests and show. Scudder stayed
in the White House only when he had guests or foreign dignitaries
visited. He insisted on keeping his own apartments separate from
the White House. He was also a bit paranoid and felt if he
alternated between the two, if terrorist tried to take out one or the
other, they couldn’t be sure where he was. It didn’t make a lot
to sense to other folks, but to Scudder it seemed plausible.
* * * * * * *
evening Stan got a phone call in his dorm room. Jimmy-Bob was
with him. They’d come back from a late snack in the
cafeteria before it closed for the evening and just finished talking
with Moe. They found out Waco and the Buttercup had just returned
from Mars that afternoon and exchanged greetings with him and Captain
Vinceeth. They were glad to hear about all the new and wonderful
things going on. Jimmy-Bob overheard Stan’s conversation on the
Calm down, Tim. We’re here for you, buddy. Now, tell me
what happened?” Stan paused to listen for a moment. “Okay,
take a towel and put pressure on it, and we’ll be right there.”
Stan hung up the phone and turned to Jimmy-Bob. Stan was white as
matter, cowboy?” Jimmy-Bob asked.
JB.” Stan said, “From what I understand Scudder and Taycious ganged up
on Timmy and mistreated him. He’s bleeding out his ass and he's
scared to death.”
went!” said Jimmy-Bob as they grabbed their backpacks and hurried
out of the room. They showed the guards at the dorm their after
hours passes and the guards at Brick’s apartment complex waved them
through as regulars. They were on a first name basis by that
time. They rushed into the guest bedroom and found Timmy
unconscious lying in a pool of his own blood.
See if he has a pulse, Stan!” Jimmy-Bob barked at his mate.
Stan knew how to take a person’s pulse and put his fingers of one hand
on Tim’s wrist and two fingers of his other hand to the artery on his
“It’s faint, but
he’s still alive. What’ll we do?”
“We can’t call
Holy City emergency. If Scudder and Taycious done this no telling
what else they might do to keep it quiet. Tim could mysteriously
die and disappear. I wouldn’t put it past them bastards.”
right! Kyron are you monitoring?” asked Jimmy-Bob.
Sir. I’ve alerted Captain Waco and Admiral Long. They’re on
their way to the Buttercup with Master Charlie, Captain Jones, Cable,
Captain Vinceeth, Ox, Moe, Jesse Watkins, Utah and several other folks
who are concerned friends of yours. They should be there in a few
minutes. Do you think he can hold on?”
know. Stan is putting pressure on the wound at his rectum, but
the bleeding is very slow. I ain’t sure he has much blood left in
him. There’s a lot of blood around and we don’t know how much he
lost before he got here. His Wranglers are filled with
blood. Please tell them to hurry. We don’t want to take him
to emergency here, because of the circumstances. They just might
disappear to save themselves from political embarrassment.”
J.B.” said Kyron, using the familiar. “Message relayed, Son.” he
It didn’t take
Waco and the Buttercup more that fifteen minutes, and they were over
Holy City. Myra locked onto the three men’s DNA, and in the
twinkling of an eye, they were in sickbay on board the Buttercup.
Jimmy-Bob was giving Tim mouth to mouth resuscitation.
“I think his
heart stopped a couple of minutes ago.” was the first thing Stan
said. He and Jimmy-Bob were covered in Timmy’s blood.
“Who has ‘O’
negative blood?” Cable asked. Several hands went up.
Stan was closest. Cable motioned for him to get on the table next
to the one where they laid Tim. They hooked him up with a line to
Tim’s arm and Cable used the paddles to shock Tim to revive his
heart. It started beating again and started pumping blood from
Stan into Tim. Soon the color in Tim’s cheeks started to
return. Jesse stepped up and put his hand on Tim’s chest.
“I’ll keep his
heart beating regularly. Set up the others who can give him
and get the bleeding stopped.” Cable knew that was the best
option and took blood from Jimmy-Bob next. As he was lying on the
table he spoke to Stan.
“We’ve got to
get back, cowboy. If Officer Armstrong comes home and finds all
that blood he’s gonna’ go bananas and probably call security. We
gotta’ explain to him what happened so’s he don’t think we done nothing
right. Captain Waco can ya’ll drop us back into the same place
you took us from. We got things to do, but please monitor
us. We may need to be pulled out of there immediately.”
“You got it,
brother— and may I say, Stan, I’m damn proud of you and
Jimmy-Bob. You done the right thing by having Kyron send
us. You must be listening to them Voices. I agree with you,
Tim probably would have just disappeared with no trace. We’ll
keep constant watch over you.” Waco encouraged him.
By the time
Jimmy-Bob finished his blood donation, they had the flow stopped on
Tim’s ass, but they had major surgery to perform on him when they took
him back to the Mighty Bee. He was torn internally. It
was necessary for them to clean his lower tract or peritonitis would
set in, and he would die. They returned Jimmy-Bob and Stan to the
guest bedroom in Brick’s apartment.
God! It’s beginning to smell. What should we do? Do
you think we should clean it up?” Stan asked.
Absolutely not!” said Jimmy-Bob forcefully. “Officer Brick
should see what his heroes done to the man he loves. We may see a
reborn Brick we never planned on.”
gonna’ let you do all the talking, cowboy. I don’t think I’m
strong enough right now. I’m sure this is why the Voices sent you
to me. I couldn’t have done this by myself, J.B. All that
blood. It was just too much.” Stan broke into tears and
Jimmy-Bob took him into his arms.
than you think, Stan. I know you. Don’t never underestimate
yourself, cowboy. I have faith in you, but I ain’t a bit afraid
of explaining to Brick Armstrong what we found here.”
About that time
they heard a key in the door. It was early morning about two
A.M. Brick was returning to the apartment.
“We’re in here,
Officer Brick.” Jimmy-Bob called to him.
walked into a horrible scene with the two young cowboys covered in
blood. The room stank of stale blood. It looked like a
murder took place. Jimmy-Bob and Stan were sitting on the edge of
the bed with their heads hung down.
“My God in
heaven! What happened here? Where’s Timmy?” he exclaimed.
carefully told him about getting a phone call from Tim and what they
found when they got there; what Tim told them happened and what they
did for him and why. They pointed out Tim’s bloody pants in the
adjoining bathroom. They explained their paranoia about
calling emergency at the Holy City since Scudder and Taycious had done
this to him, they might make arrangements for him to disappear.
Besides, they weren’t sure their emergency team could get to him as
fast as their people. They assured Brick, Tim was fine now and
would probably recover.
“He’s in good
hands— the best medical care he could get. They’re operating on
him to wash his lower tract to keep peritonitis from setting in and
killing him.” Jimmy-Bob explained. Somehow, Brick
knew these men were not lying to him, but it was such a shock to him.
“You mean Tim is
with your people?”
Brick. He damn near died. His heart stopped, and if it
wasn’t for Jimmy-Bob giving him mouth to mouth until they could start
his heart again he would’ve died. We gave him our blood since
we’re both ‘O’ negative.” Stan said. The men showed Brick
the wounds in their arms where the transfusion needle went in.
“How do I know
you men didn’t do away with him and are making this up to confuse
me? The Devil can do things like that.”
the video we showed you of the lummox, right?” asked Stan.
“Yeah, it was
either believe it or lose my mate.” Brick stammered.
up the remote to the T.V. in the guest bedroom and clicked it on.
He clicked to Channel three.
you feed the video of us on the Buttercup with Tim Kelly?”
Jimmy-Bob.” a man’s deep voice came over the T.V. speaker.
dropped open as his saw his lover’s body covered in blood being lowered
onto a table by Stan and Jimmy-Bob. He heard Stan say he thought
Timmy’s heart stopped. He watched in awe as everything unfolded
to save Tim’s life. The men worked together like a well oiled
machine. It was obvious they were no novices to emergency care or
conditions. Around Tim were several men fussing over him.
He watched as Stan lay on a table next to Tim with a transfusion needle
in his arm pumping blood into his friend. One very handsome naked
man was inspecting Tim’s rectum and seemed to be applying pads to
it. Another tall, good looking man held his hand over Tim’s
chest. He heard him say,
“I’ll keep his
heart beating regularly. Set up the others who can give him blood
and get the bleeding stopped.”
enough!” Brick turned away from the gore. Jimmy-Bob thanked Kyron
and clicked off the TV.
A sudden fire
flashed in Brick’s eyes. His head rolled back and caused Stan
great fear he was going to lash out at them. Jimmy-Bob stood to
“You men stay
here. Get yourselves cleaned up. Leave the room like it is,
but close the door. I’ll be back in a little while. If
you’re tired and need to lie down, use my bed.”
“What are you
gonna’ do, Brick?” asked Jimmy-Bob dropping the formality.
“Don’t do anything rash, Sir. Listen to me, Officer Armstrong—
Tim is going to be okay. For all practical purposes, he’s been
raptured. We know you’re angry, Brick, but remember your
teachings, you can’t take an eye for an eye. Jesus didn’t teach
that. You’ll be together again. Trust us, Brick!”
“I do trust you,
but there’s something I gotta’ do, and you men can’t help me. So
stay here, and I’ll be back in a while.”
Sir. We told you we’d be here for you and we will. Just
don’t go hurt’n no one, Brick. We can get you out of some major
jams, but don’t overdo.”
“You men have to
Sir. We’ll be here.”
out of the apartment. Jimmy-Bob hadn’t been around Stan and the
Voices long, but his sensitivity was building every day. He saw a
dark cloud surrounding Brick, and he was afraid for him.
“Kyron, can you
put robo-cams on Officer Brick so we can monitor his progress?”
Stan asked. Kyron asked the Admiral’s approval and he gave it.
Kyron. “I’ll give you a feed into the T.V. in Officer Brick’s apartment.
you’re the greatest.”
welcome.” he replied modestly.
* * * * * * *
had taken off a little early. He didn’t bother to leave anyone
else in charge as everything seemed to be okay. They often
overlapped each others’ duty and he just assumed the next officer would
already be on duty. He wasn’t. Brick got to Scudder’s
apartments and found the same guards on duty. He dismissed them
telling them he would be around and had some paperwork to catch up on,
they could go early. They didn’t argue with him. He called
his replacement and told him to take his time he was going to be around
for a while, and he would take some of his duty. Brick jokingly
added he owed him a couple hours anyway. His replacement was
happy for that and said he’d be in around nine A. M.
Brick was alone
guarding Scudder and Taycious. He knew they were both still there
because of the sign-in roster. He went into the apartment and
found a mess. There was blood everywhere. Obviously Tim had
bled a lot before he managed to beg his way out or left after they
passed out from booze. Brick’s heart leapt to his throat. If
there was any doubt in his mind about Jimmy-Bob and Stan’s story, it
was dispelled by the copious amounts of blood around the
apartment. Brick instinctively knew it wasn’t Scudder or
Taycious’ blood. The thought struck him it was the same smell as
the blood in his guest bedroom. It was Timmy’s smell. It
was his young lover’s blood. Brick’s heart broke at that
realization. Everything he held dear in his life and any thread
of hope or decency he had because of his strong faith left him.
He became as empty as a conch shell washed up on a tropical
beach. He didn’t care to think about God, Jesus, or the very idea
of a Holy Father who could do something like this to one of his
trusting flock, let alone indirectly to Brick himself. The words
‘blind faith’ kept repeating over and over in his mind. He once
was blind, but now could see. What was that from? Where had
he heard that before? He was a lost child in a man’s body, no
more, no less— trusting and gullible. Look what he found.
There was no grace to be amazed by any more. Nothing but evil
intent and evil by portent. To hell with forgiveness. It
was payback time. Gimme' dat old time religion. An eye for
an eye and a tooth for tooth— an
asshole for an asshole! It was downright biblical. He would
show Scudder and Taycious their way to hades.
Sure enough, he
found Scudder and Taycious passed out naked as the day they were
born. They hadn’t even bothered to clean themselves.
Scudder had blood on his abdomen and all over his shriveled dick.
Taycious had blood all up and down his right arm and all over his
hand. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he
fist-fucked Tim and was the one who probably tore him open, but the
most awful thought was Scudder fucked the boy after he was torn and
bleeding. The evidence was right there before him. It was
also obvious to Brick they were so drunk they finally passed out
thereby giving Tim a chance to escape and probably saving his life.
Brick went into
action. He tied Scudder up with some drapery cords he knew were
kept as extras in the closet. He duct taped his mouth shut and
tied him to a chair. He simply tied Austin’s hands behind his
back and duct taped his mouth to keep him quiet. He took his own
clothes off and proceeded to fuck the shit out of Austin.
Taycious woke up getting fucked hard by Brick and his eyes got very
wide. He tried to scream, but his mouth was taped shut.
Brick smiled at the horror in his eyes as he continued to fuck him like
a pony express rider late with the mail.
Scudder was coming around and was jolted wide away when he saw his
political advisor being fucked by a man like he was a raging
stallion. Brick smiled at Scudder and told him he was next.
Brick shot his load into Austin but didn’t stop there. He found a
jar of lubrication called ‘elbow grease’ popular with gay men for fist
fucking and proceeded to lube up his hand and forearm. The jar
didn’t look like it had been used. He wondered if Austin fist
fucked his mate without any lubrication. Brick decided he
wouldn’t be that ruthless whether Taycious was or not.
got real big and he kept shaking his head ‘no’ for Brick not to fist
him. Brick paid him no attention and was not gentle. He
finally popped his huge hand inside Austin and fucked him hard until he
was sure he tore him internally. When he pulled his fist out in
one giant balled knot, it was covered in blood. Austin Taycious
was whimpering like a puppy.
Brick hog tied
him and went after Scudder. Scudder was wide awake by that time
and was far more animated that Taycious had been. He was actually
a pretty good fuck, Brick thought to himself. It took him longer
to come inside the Holy Father but he finally blew and knew he couldn’t
walk away without one final present for his so called ‘savior.’
* * * * *
Stan sat in Brick’s apartment watching what he was doing to Austin
Taycious and then to the Holy Prophet and were stunned.
“Should we do
anything?” Stan asked Jimmy-Bob.
“What can we
do? Who’s gonna’ believe us if we try to contact anyone?
Furthermore, we could be thought of as part of a conspiracy.
Brick’s doing what he has to do. I’m not sure I agree with it,
but if I put you in Timmy’s place and me in Officer Brick’s I wouldn’t
be that nice to them. I would’ve just taken my service revolver
and blown their damn head’s off.”
“You feel that
much for me, cowboy?”
sweet ass, babe.” Jimmy-Bob smiled at Stan then winced at another
heroic lunged Brick took into Scudder’s ass. They had a conflict
mixed emotions. They didn’t know whether to feel really bad for
Scudder and Taycious or make popcorn and enjoy the rest of the show.
“Do you think we
should contact him and tell him to cool it by way of the
robo-cams? He might think we was the voice of God tell’n him not
to do harm to them.” Stan suggested.
recognize our voices. I’m getting from the Voices we gotta’ stay
out of this, little brother. It has to unfold the way they got in
mind for it to happen. Anything we do to the contrary might fuck
“Oh, God, J. B.,
I don’t mind tell’n you, I’m afraid.” said Stan quietly.
cowboy? And you think I ain’t? This whole thing’s got me
scared shitless, but I see the bigger picture. What if it was
you I walked in and found bleeding to death out chore’ little
What if it was me? We can’t stay here that long to find
out. I’m appealing to the Admiral and our friends to get us out
of here ASAP. I’m willing to stick around until we help
Officer Brick. We done already got Timmy out. Surely they
won’t make him come back. Scudder and Taycious would do away with
for damn sure. Being scared is the better part
of heroism, cowboy, knowing you’re afraid and not letting it stop you
from doing what’s right or what you need to do.”
* * * * * * *
through fucking Scudder. He sat him back in the chair and ripped
the duct tape from his mouth.
“You sorry son
of a bitch. I’ll have you shot for this. How dare you do
something like this to your savior. I took you in as an
adolescent. You had no parents and no home. I became your
“Yeah, you took
me in, fucked me and made me suck your dick until I grew up.
Then, I wasn’t young enough for you no more, so you made me a member of
your guard and castrated me with chemicals to serve you without
question. Just like you done with all them other guards who are
like robots. Well, I ain’t castrated no more. I grew my
balls back and you ain’t no savior. You’re a stupid little man
who has risen to a position of power far greater than you ever
deserved. You’re a false prophet who was sent by the demons of
hell by way of the stupidity and blind faith of people who no longer
have claim to their own souls. They have become unintelligent
zombies, the lower middle class and poor who have been brainwashed by
endless lies and mendacity. I am more of a holy man than you will
ever be. At least I know the difference between right and
wrong. You and your life are wrong.”
“What are you
talking about? What are you planning to do, Armstrong? I’ll
have you castrated and burned at the stake as a heretic and terrorist.”
“Well, if I’m
gonna’ be killed for what I just done, I might as well take you with
What are you doing?
Brick took his
service revolver out of his shoulder holster he put back on when he
dressed. He aimed it at Scudder’s head.
“Don’t shoot me,
Brick! I didn’t mean to hurt Timmy. I was drunk. It
was Austin who hurt him. I wasn’t paying any attention and fucked
him afterward. We didn’t realize he was hurt.”
all over the damn apartment, and it ain’t yours or Austin’s. You
ain’t only stupid, you’re blind! I don’t care. He’s gone to
a better place. I know he’s gonna’ be all right. He’s been
raptured, something I plan to make sure never happens for you.”
careful aim and pulled the trigger. He watched as the bullet
slammed into the side Scudder’s head, ripped through the tissue, bone,
sinew, grey matter and blew a huge chunk out of his skull.
Blood and brains spewed out the other side. It splatted against
the wall and ran in bloody chunks down the wainscoting to the floor as
Scudder’s eye rolled back into his skull, he kicked back with his feet
and flew over backward. His body shuddered a couple of times, his
head flopped loosely over to one side and his tongue snaked out of his
mouth as one huge spit bubble appeared, grew larger, then burst.
His body let out one final sigh, and he was dead.
felt no remorse. He felt no emotion whatsoever. If he felt
anything at all, he felt
relief, like a long nightmare was over. He simply ran out of
road. There was no horizon for him see. He thought about
eating a bullet himself. Something spoke to him in the back of
his mind and told him not to. It was all out of his hands
now. He did what he was meant to do. He was neither guilty
nor to blame. He was a pawn, a player on a stage, a character in
a novel who asked for only one more crust of bread, another bowl of
food, who spoke his lines and did his assigned task in the minute
history to make all the pieces fit together. Out of blood and
chaos it was all coming together. He was only a bit player in the
bigger picture; a pawn in a universal game of chess. All he had
to do now was relax and let it be. Everything was out of his
hands. He worked so hard all his life to find love and be
loved— to just belong to something larger than himself. How had
it come to this? How strange. He suddenly had a full
heart. He knew that he was becoming a part of something larger
than himself; something he didn’t fear; something that brought
him great calm. He knew someone would hear the shot, but he
didn’t care. He took out his cell phone and punched the number
for the Holy City police. The desk Sergeant answered.
Abrams. Holy City Police.”
Abrams.” Brick said in a calm voice, “This is Officer Brick
Armstrong calling from the apartments of the Holy Prophet. I
think you better send some men over, I’ve just shot and killed Dr.
Scudder. I’ll be waiting for you— unarmed.”
the chamber of his gun and threw it on the floor next to Scudder’s
body. He looked over at Austin who was lying as still as possible
to keep from drawing attention to himself. Brick slowly walked
into the other room and sat down to await the police.
End Of Chapter
39 ~ Waco’s Lummox
Copyright 2007 ~
musical instrument said to have the power to seal a bond of love and/or
affection between two souls, no matter gender.