Seeing to his
warrior’s needs was just what Lucas needed to take his mind off his
meeting with Sam. He was strangely unconcerned about it. He
knew his place; he worked hard to become what Lazarus wanted and needed
him to be. He had faith in his dad. Lucas was convinced
Lazarus wouldn’t let any further harm come to him or Caleb. He
began to wonder whether he overreacted to Sam’s seeming lack of
understanding. What could Sam have been thinking? Did he
think Lucas should ‘come out’ to Sam’s other brothers as their younger
brother Caleb? He wasn’t Caleb anymore. He didn’t think of
himself as Caleb. Lucas gave that all up when he accepted
Lazarus’ offer to become his slave and son. He became Lucas
Long. He didn’t think of himself as a Stamper. He knew he
wasn’t the only one who felt that way. Lazarus worked with him,
encouraged him, nursed him back to health and allowed Lucas to lean on
him and his love as much as he needed. It was almost like he was
born again, but not in any metaphysical sense. He was reborn as
Lucas Long. It was difficult for him to think of himself other
than Lazarus’ son.
He didn’t mind
Sam knowing, but he wasn’t ready for the rest of Sam’s brothers to
know. It was as simple as that, and if Sam thought it was selfish
and one-sided on his part, so be it. He wasn’t going to be
bullied by Sam. While Sam might seem sympathetic to Lucas, he
never walked a mile in his boots. He had no idea how Caleb and
Lucas suffered or how far the two had come since Lazarus saved
them. Lucas knew, beyond a doubt, his dad would back him
up. He told himself he had nothing to worry about. It was a
nice, comfortable, easy feeling to be able to have some sense of
security. While the Stamper brothers might harbor a modicum of
doubt about being slaves, Lucas never did. He saw his slavery to
Lazarus as his security blanket. Nevertheless, Sam’s
reaction still bugged him. Lucas wondered if unflappable Sam
might be a little jealous. Perhaps it was ungenerous of him, but
he hoped that might be the case.
his big warrior in the bath and spent an hour or more rubbing him
down. Trap Maddragon was in heaven, but so was his young
apprentice who had come to adore the big Visallian warrior. By
the time Lucas got ready to mount his warrior’s horse they were both
ready. Lucas discovered early in their relationship, if Trap
didn’t lock his carapace into its hidden position at the base of his
huge cock, it became a springy cushion for his ass. It acted much
like the spring on a pogo stick. Lucas could plunge the length of
Trap’s big cock with his ass and have his warrior’s carapace-spring
return him to the head of his cock. It made it perfect for riding
his warrior. He could put all his strength and energy on his
downward stroke and Trap’s carapace would propel him back to his
original position with equal force. It was almost like bareback
riding an ornery bronc but considerably more pleasurable. It was
not only highly arousing for his
warrior, Lucas found it incredibly erotic. He essentially could
fuck himself as long and hard as he wanted. He enjoyed taking
long rides on Trey’s big horse-dick, building him up and teasing him
until Lucas was ready for his master to fill his ass full of his hot
That’s not to
say he didn’t enjoy Trap taking over and climbing in Lucas’
saddle. Trap Maddragon was one hell of a good fuck and once he
locked his carapace at the base of his enormous cock, Lucas knew he was
in for an excellent fucking. Lucas could swear Trap tried his
best to fuck him the way Lucas used his ass while riding his big
cock. Trap was not afraid of hurting his smaller human
partner. He discovered humans were quiet resilient when it came
to hand to hand combat or sex. Trap knew warriors who would have
a difficult time
keeping up with Lucas sexually. Lucas never once complained and
times would urge Trap for more. Commander Maddragon had fallen
deeply in love with the young human cowboy. Trap reveled in their
love and was proud of all Lucas’ accomplishments. After Lucas
gave him an exceptionally fine ride, Trap locked his carapace to the
base of his cock to allow his partner to enjoy being filled by him as
they made love in the afterglow of their coupling.
“That was one of
your very best rides, cowboy.” Trap rubbed Lucas’ back and grabbed his
butt cheeks to open them further to make sure every last millimeter was
consumed by his apprentice’s anus.
“You say that
about all my rides.” Lucas teased him and stole another kiss.
“You gonna’ tell
your warrior-master why his handsome, young apprentice was so upset
earlier? Did your meeting with your cowboy slave brother not go
well?” Trap asked quietly.
“I don’t know
what happened. I tried to explain my position, I don’t want
Caleb’s other brothers knowing, but he didn’t seem satisfied. I
think he thinks I should tell his brothers, but I ain’t gonna’ go along
with it. They ain’t my brothers no more anyway. I don’t
think on them as my brothers, and my last name ain’t the same as
“Somehow, I have
the feeling your dad ain’t gonna’ let that happen no matter what your
slave brother thinks." Trap had become used to using the cowboy
vernacular when relating to his young human apprentice.
“I hate to ask
him.” Lucas said as he took another ride on the Mad Dragon’s magic
“I don’t think
you have to. May I say something to him?”
Trap. You’re my warrior-master. Even though Visallian’s
don’t believe in slavery, my master’s given you permission to be my
master in his stead. You have every right. Besides, I trust
you completely.” Lucas ground
his ass around the base of Trap’s big cock not allowing his carapace to
push him off.
“If you don’t
stop that, you’re gonna’ get a second load of warrior gizz up there,
and you know how loose that makes you during exercises.” Trap grinned.
wants more, he gets more. As your warrior-apprentice I’ll never
say ‘no’ to you, Sir. I’ll manage to hold my muscle or I’ll cork
my ass with that plug you bought me. I’ve noticed several
warriors wearing plugs their master’s bought them just for that
insisted you wear one, but if you find it comfortable, you may.” Trap
Take all you want, Sir, and I’ll use it today.”
Trap took Lucas
at his word and fucked his apprentice for close to an hour. By
the time he unloaded in Lucas’ butt they were exhausted and fell asleep
locked together. Lucas liked to sleep with Trap’s big Visallian
phallus up his
butt and Trap like to wake up with his cock warm, hard and ready to
fuck again. They woke up in the early afternoon and Trap added
yet another big warrior deposit to Lucas’ anal bank. Lucas
immediately inserted the small, hard brown leather plug Trap bought for
him. It was tight but not uncomfortable. He worried it
might keep him erect all day, but Trap assured him no one would
notice. On board a ship of lusty Visallians Lucas’ erection would
be the norm rather than the exception.
“Are the coyote
cowboys beginning their training with us this afternoon?” Trap
asked as they got ready to go to the gymnasium and workout area.
Their ramrod was suppose to tell them this morning.”
“Is this to be
part of their punishment.” Trap smiled.
“No, this was
decided before their little prank last night, but I think the Admiral
plans to scare the b’jesus out of them by insisting they be shipped off
to Tentagel to begin warrior training in earnest.” They shared a laugh.
learned the basics of the Tao’mak?” Trap asked as they ritually
cleaned their bodies in preparation for the afternoon exercises.
“I’ve taken them
through the thirty-two positions and steps. They’ve had a video
of Captain Vinceeth and Captain Waco for several weeks going through
the exercises. Dad and I drilled them several times,
and Captain Waco and Vinceeth have drilled them individually and
together. I’m satisfied they know it well enough to make it
through the afternoon exercises.”
The ‘Tao 'Mak’
was a sacred Visallian warrior ritual exercise similar to Tai Chi, Chi
Kung or Qi Gong, but it was much more physically demanding like
Tae-Bo. There were several levels and various subroutines.
Most could be performed by an individual, but there were numerous
routines meant for duos, trios, and one even designed for a quartet of
warriors. From these exercise routines came the warrior’s
athletic ritual folk dances. Every warrior must be a master of
the art of ‘Tao’mak’ before he can be certified a complete warrior
and that includes all the more arcane aspects of the art. From
graduation until his retirement he is expected to submit to a
test every five years before a board of Tao’mak masters to prove he
can remember and still adequately perform every move and step of the
many routines and subroutines. Each routine had a name and a
Trap’s brown leather headband, which was about an inch and a half
wide. In the middle was a round black circle an inch in diameter
surrounded by a thin, bright blue ring. The full black circle
indicated he was a master of the Tao ’Mak, but the blue outside ring
indicated Trap’s individual color identification. There were an
endless variety of solid and alternating external color rings to
indicate a particular master’s tribe. It was sort of like a
digital form of a tartan plaid. It identified a master and his
family of apprentices. In the center of the black circle was
another small red circle, a little more than a dot, that indicated Trap
had an apprentice who could be identified by a red dot on his
band. A master could have up to fifteen apprentices. One
black circle with identifying ring for each group of three
apprentices. Each apprentice would have a different color to
indicate he was Master Maddragon’s apprentice. Each would wear a
brown headband with the black inner circle surrounded by the bright
blue ring indicating they belonged to Master Maddragon. In the
of their black circle would be their individual color dot. There
was an hierarchy of cascading colors which ranked each of a master’s
apprentices. The first color was red, the next blue, then yellow
and so on until all fifteen recognized colors were used.
Lucas’ brown leather headband with one large black circle with a bright
blue outer-band with one large red dot in the middle. They helped
each other with their ‘Boon-doggles’ (a ritual, heavy, terrycloth robe,
that stopped just above the knee.) Master’s and apprentice’s
robes were the color of the outer band of their headband. It tied
around the waist with a wide cloth band of the same material but dyed
the color of their rank. Black for the Master and Red for his
apprentice. Lucas helped his master don his ‘Toe-boons,’ a pair
of ritual hand woven grass sandals for their feet. After he put
on his pair, they were ready for their afternoon exercises.
They entered the
huge gymnasium and many warriors were already there stretching and
practicing small portions of their
art. Trap had his usual section reserved next to the captain and
his apprentice warriors. Everything the master and his apprentice
did was based on ritual. The apprentice would help his master
dress for exercises and then the master would see to his
apprentice. When they entered the gym the roles were
reversed. The master would first assist his apprentice in fully
undressing and then his apprentice would see to his master. These
rituals were based on reason and tradition. It was first and
foremost an apprentice’s job to see his master was ready for the gym
and his master could be assured he was as perfect as he could be to
bring himself to the sacred exercises. On the other hand, when
they arrived it was the master’s job to disrobe his apprentice to make
certain he brought him to the revered exercises in perfect form.
Captain Vinceeth with his two apprentices, Waco and Shane Goodnight,
had just arrived and the captain undressed his first apprentice,
Captain Waco, and they ritually bowed to each other. Trey
turned to undress his second apprentice, Shane, and slowly helped him
remove his robe. There were a few gasps from those
assembled including Lucas and his warrior-master. No one had seen
Shane naked recently except his master, his ramrod-master, his
warrior-master and his nephew. He always was big and well
defined, but in a brief period of time with heavy workouts his body had
taken on a deifnition not unlike a greek statue. He body was near
perfection and would rivel most of the Visallians. After a moment
of silence one of the warriors started applauding until every person
there was stompping their feet and cheering for Shane. He was
almost overwhelmed with embarrassment and blushed deeply.
"Stand tall, apprentice!" Trey ordered quietly and Shane sprung
to attention. "Your warrior-master and his consort are proud of
you. So are your fellow warriors. You've worked hard to
improved yourself and it shows. Enjoy the moment." Trey
grinned and Waco smiled at his uncle. With Angus' permission,
Shane had been getting away from the ranch to be with Waco and Charlie,
more and more. Much to Bill Birdsalls dismay Angus would loan
Shane to the Admiral several times a month. During some of those
times Shane would take lessons from Trey, and Waco in the Tao
'Mak. Lazarus and Charlie would join them when he could.
Shane made the ritual bow to his warrior-master and Trey returned
it. Then Shane and Waco helped their warrior-master disrobe.
Lucas smiled to
himself as he saw his dad and Master Charlie with the four coyote
lined up in front of them, all naked as the day they were born.
Lucas rarely shared exercises with his dad or Master Charlie. He
was surprised to see the Admiral wore a master’s headband with a pure
white outer ring. In the center was one red dot. Master
Charlie had a similar headband and in his black circle was one red
dot. Master Charlie was the Admiral’s apprentice. For some
reason that warmed Lucas’ heart. Of even greater surprise was the
old Chief and his grandson, Lucas’ bonded brother Little Bear.
They each wore headbands with the Admiral’s white ring indicating they
were Lazarus’ apprentices. Lucas couldn’t believe how wonderful
and fit the old chief looked next to his grandson.
Master Charlie was JR, Gavin, Gavin’s little brother Jerry, Bronc, and
T’gan, all gloriously naked. Also in observance, sitting in
bleachers around the gymnasium, was Master Waco’s slave Ox, Mr.
Chambers and Strom with their three bairns, Officer Brick Armstrong,
Timmy, Stan and Jimmy Bob. There was also Jack Hall, Buck, Warren
Steele, Horse, Sonny Steele, and his adoped son Adam; also,the
Venusian Darryl with his omnipresent video
camera. They were all nude. No one was allowed to observe
the sacred dances with hidden bodies. If someone became aroused,
it was considered natural and a compliment to the beauty, art and skill
of the dancers. Brett Jones and Basil were invited to observe for
their first time and sat in the bleachers
with several critters. Humans and the Venusian guest observers
had to be invited guest of one of the masters. In the case of
critters, they had to be guests of one of the masters, also.
The Earth dogs
were guest of their spacer-dog brothers Larry and Shep who were
considered part of the Banshee crew. They held watch just like
the rest of the crew. The couldn’t participate in the Tao ’Mak
they proudly wore their headbands indicating they were a member of the
house of Vinceeth and each had a special silver dot indicating they
were special members of the Banshee crew. Ping and Pong, and Jack
and Jill were guests of the captain. They also brought along a
couple of families of Langerians from the Mars colonies to
observe. They were agog at the splendor and magnificence of the
Banshee and were looking forward to witnessing the sacred
exercises. They asked the captain if it would be inappropriate
for them to provide a nice, light euphoric scent for their training
exercises. Trey was fully aware of their capabilities and told
them it wouldn’t be inappropriate at all but to be sure it was
light. They swore an oath to him and promised they would not
release it until he signaled for them to do so.
Also present for
exercises was Commander Hawkins who wore the apprentice headband of
Travis’ master, Sergeant Major Sallient Leashman Doggoral.
Everyone called the Sergeant Major ‘Dog’ for short. Sergeant
never heard the word ‘dog’ before meeting humans. They didn’t
have dogs on Tentagel, so when he learned the critters he came to love
and adore were called ‘dogs’ he was bemused but pleased his human and
warrior companions gave him the cognomen. He considered Larry and
Shep his close brothers, and they
loved him equally. Travis wore the
red dot and the commander wore blue. With them was Sam who wore a
headband with the Sergeant Major’s colors with a yellow dot.
Lucas and Trap greeted everyone, but Lucas’ did little more than
neutrally nod to Sam in acknowledgment. He neither smiled nor
frowned. He registered no emotion whatsoever. Lucas learned
the cowboy way early and mastered the art of stoicism. Hawkins
watched and saw the rather neutral exchange between them. He knew
his young cowboy slave mate
had not been forthcoming with him about their meeting. Del looked
at Sam with a questioning look, but Sam avoided his partner’s
glance. The coyote gang didn’t have head bands but wore blank
brown leather armbands instead. The armbands signified they were
beginners, but were being considered for adoption or inclusion within a
warrior tribe. When the captain stood, everyone
present including the visiting observers were expected to stand out of
respect for him.
your pace and grace us with you tunes.” ordered the Captain as he
clapped his hands for them to
begin. The drummers began first and then a single oboe-like
instrument began a plaintive wail. It was the beginning of the
ritual introit that would be repeated until every man taking part in
the sacred exercise was on the floor.
apprentice!” Captain Vinceeth commanded. He held his hand out to
Waco. "Second apprentice!" Trey held out his other hand to
Shane. Waco took his right hand and Shane his left. The
captain lead them to the
floor. Together they performed the first few steps of the
introit. The captain clapped his hands together again and
commanded, “Captain’s guest!” The Admiral and his group including
the coyote kids came forward and began the same steps of the
introit. From there on there was no need for Trey to order the
line of admission into the exercise routine. It simply went
around the gym starting with Commander Trap Maddragon and his
apprentice until everyone was doing the basic introit steps. At
the end of the first step, Trey stomped his foot loudly, clapped his
hands together and ordered, “Begin the sacred Tao’mac.”
again from the very beginning of the introit but knew this time they
would continue through until all the variations were completed.
It took about an hour to complete the entire routine. Brett Jones
and Basil were entranced. They marveled at the sheer beauty and
physical manly grace of the men stomping around and leaping about with
their cock’s flying in the air. It was almost too much for them
to witness. Even old straight-as-a-board Sonny Steele sported a
roaring erection that was dripping. Adam offered to make himself
a covering for his dad and absorb his flow if he wished. Sonny
hugged the boy to him and smiled.
"What and spoil yore' big ole hard-on? Don't be silly.
Let's jes' enjoy 'em, Son." Sonny stole a kiss from his
boy. Adam almost glowed.
"Sounds good to me, Dad." he allowed.
Brett and Basil glanced at each others massive
erections several times with lust in their
hearts. It was as sexually stimulating as it was
entertaining. Jones leaned close to Basil.
anything not explicitly meant to be sexual be this stimulating?” Jones
looking down at his own stretched penis.
“I don’t know,
but I’m afraid I’m going to shoot my load at any moment. I’ll be
so embarrassed.” groaned Basil
cowboy.” Jones chuckled. “You think I fucked you good last
night?" he whispered, "Hang on to yore’ knickers, mate, y'ain’t
“I’ll bet you
butt-pirates say that to all the pretty girls.” laughed Basil
“Nope, just the
pretty men.” Jones laughed.
Basil sat and
watched with his mouth open most of the time. He couldn’t believe
what he was seeing. He’d never seen anything so beautiful or
meaningful to him. It struck a chord deep within him that was
overpowering. All he knew was he had to find a way to become a
part of all this. What was happening to him? Suddenly, he
didn’t seem to be so afraid of his masculinity anymore. He felt
something coming over him that wanted to wallow in the excellence of
what he was witnessing. He wanted to join the exercise in the
worst way. This was what men do. This is what real men
should be doing to teach, celebrate, embrace and appreciate their
masculinity. A part of himself he never hoped to cultivate
the surface as he watched the men exercising. He envisioned a
himself among these men, not as an androgynous she-male or confused
tweener, but as their equal. He wanted to join with them, to
become one of them. He felt like he deserved to be on the floor
with the rest
of the men,
naked as the day he was born, performing an ancient ritual exercise
which was, in itself, a self-assertive, blatantly masculine paean to
universe. It was so much more powerful than anything sacred or
profane he ever witnessed. The same thought kept circling in
his mind, ‘This is what masculinity is all about. This is the way
to worship. This is the way to
celebrate all that’s revered or sacred about love, life and the wonders
universe. This is something
bigger than mere men or gods. This is where peace and strength
as evil falls
away and hides its lies with a shameful face.
This is the way to identify.'
the first time in his
life Basil Troubadour wasn't ashamed of his masculinity. He felt
glad he was a man. No, he was proud to be a man. He never
understood exactly what it meant to be a man, but now it was all
unfolding before him like a great epiphany or revelation. The
very definition of masculinity was being clearly defined for him with
each step the dancers took, and he knew in his heart, it was his
for the taking. Tears of joy came to his eyes.
“Brett, I have
to learn how to do that. I have to become a part of this.
Whatever becoming a warrior means, I have to submit. I have to
belong.” said Basil excitedly. “I have never wanted to belong or
anything so badly in my life.” Basil said with all the passion
his heart and words could muster.
We will start immediately. I’ll speak with my commander to see if
we can get an instruction video. I would love for us to be out
doing every move with them. I can’t imagine anything more
appealing. They have to be apart in another world.” Jones replied
ended and every man came around according to their rank in the dance,
shook the captain’s hand and thanked him and his apprentice for the
wonderful exercise. Then the captain ordered them into a formal
audience. It was a semicircle of all the warriors and their
guests. Everyone sat on the floor. Trey was the only man to
remain standing. He moved to the center to speak. It took
him a moment to get his breath to speak from the diaphoretic effects of
the strenuous exercises. Waco marveled at how strong and handsome
his mate was even with sweat pouring from his massive body. Waco
imagined going to him, kneeling before him, licking every drop of sweat
from Trey’s big warrior body, lovingly kissing his enormous cock, and
sucking him off before God, every man, warrior and critter
present. He looked up and saw Ping and Pong, Ox, Strom,
Horse and several of his brothers all grinning at him. He forgot
to close off his
thoughts. He blushed a dark red color and shook his head.
Captain Vinceeth spoke.
“Today, our duo
exercise will be lead by Commander Maddragon and his apprentice for
those wishing to participate in the partner’s exercise.”
“Six couples got
up and came forward, one couple at a time. Trap and Lucas started
the basic steps and the others joined in one couple at a time.
The captain and his mate, Captain Waco, were next, then the
Sargent-Major and Travis, followed by three more couples. The duo
exercises were a little more physically complicated, and with each set
of variations the apprentice would switch masters until by natural
rotation they returned to their original master to complete the final
set. There was a
great deal of touching, lifting and holding each other to perform
certain athletic movements. It was as equally sexually
stimulating as the solo exercises. Brett and Basil were
agog. They made a vow to each other to learn the exercise.
The duo exercise lasted only about thirty minutes, and the men were
exhausted afterward. Finally, there was only one trio exercise
consisted of Trey Vinceeth, Waco and Admiral Long.
The two captains
allowed the Admiral to shine, and he performed his third of the
flawlessly. Everyone was highly impressed with the Admiral’s
dexterity, strength, poise and grace. Lazarus won many hearts
with his performance. Captain Vinceeth motioned for them all to
stand to applaud for the Admiral. Lazarus grinned real big and
bowed graciously. Everyone sat down again except Captain Vinceeth.
“Now, last but
not least, we have four novices who are seeking to be adopted by a
tribal-master as apprentices. They will stand when their names
called: Arlen Castor Beaureguard Long-Jones; Ranger Emanuel
Gibbons; Angus Pollux Jubilation Long-Jones; and Charles
The four coyotes
stood at parade rest with their little chests sticking out proudly.
assume your positions.” ordered the Captain.
The boys went to
the front of the seated warriors and their apprentices. Once
again the Captain ordered the musicians to begin.
The music began
and Bo started the introit while the other three boys remained still,
standing at parade rest, until the introit began for the second time
then Ranger joined Bo in the first steps of the introit. The
introit repeated until each coyote performed one full round of the
sacred Tao’mac!” commanded Trey.
The boys put
their all into their exercise. They had plenty of time to warm up
with the first exercise and some time to rest between.
They were well trained by Captain Waco, Captain Vinceeth, Travis, Lucas
and his Commander, and they were very good. There were smiles on
the faces of every man. Their performance went well beyond
death by cute. They were terminally adorable. There was a
pang in Lazarus’ heart he was going to have to punish them for their
prank, but he knew it was necessary. If only there was some
miracle, some way he could get out of it. The coyotes did the
basic floor exercise without a flaw. When they finished the
complete exercise routine there was a silence. All the men were
waiting for Captain Vinceeth’s approval. Trey began clapping
slowly and the men joined him rank by rank until they were all standing
and applauding for the coyote cowboys.
gentlemen!” Trey exclaimed. “Is there a master here who
will speak to accept these young men as his apprentices.” Trey
inquired. Several hands went up. Trap held up his hand.
gentlemen. Commander Maddragon has expressed a desire to be
heard, and since he is my second in command, it is his right to be
express my wish to accept these four men as apprentice-warriors within
my family tribe.” stated Trap.
Maddragon has spoken. Since he was the first to speak and has the
right of first choice, I hereby give them to him for inclusion within
his family. You men will become apprentices and members of the
Maddragon tribe. It is a very great honor to become an apprentice
to such a worthy and respected Visallian warrior-house. Do you
feel you are worthy to accept the positions of apprentice warriors?”
Jubal had been
elected spokesman for the coyotes. He held up his hand for a
one.” the Captain responded.
consider ourselves greatly honored and pleased to be chosen for
apprentice-adoption by such a fine and respected house as Commander
Maddragon’s, we feel we must decline. We don’t think we’re
worthy, Captain. We wish to withdraw our names from consideration
to become warrior-apprentices, Sir.”
There was a
murmur went through the crowd of men. Trey wasn’t quite sure how
to handle the situation, but he was in charge, and he would see it to
its conclusion. He took a quick glance at the Admiral who
slightly nodded his head for Trey to proceed. Trey knew Lazarus
would agree to anything he decided.
withdraw your names without telling why you consider yourselves
unworthy, Son. It would be a great dishonor to Commander
Maddragon and his family-house.” Trey said like it was a strong
“Last night, me
and my brothers captured and reprogrammed one of our cowboy brother’s
robo-cams to hijack its video signal and send it directly to our
computers so’s we could spy on him and our ramrod.” Jubal blurted
out like it was true confession time. There were some gasps, some
titters, some outright laughs, and one or two guffaws went around the
room. Ping’s nose blushed bright red and poor Pong shook his head
in despair. Ping sent to Pong she just knew it was her star pupil
Ranger who engineered the whole thing. Jack and Jill were holding
each other emitting high pitched squeaks of laughter. A couple of
the lummox almost couldn’t contain themselves. Warren Steele and
Jack Hall coughed into their hands to keep from laughing. Trey
Vinceeth, himself, could barely keep a straight
face but knew what was expected of him.
“I’m aware of
your indiscretion. Your brother, Captain Waco, shared his
discovery with me this morning. We were most disappointed to hear
of your actions. It is certainly not acceptable behavior in
keeping with warrior traditions or those of a dedicated cowboy.
This is a serious allegation, gentlemen. There is nothing more
sacred to a cowboy or a warrior than his privacy. An invasion of
another man’s privacy is tantamount to stealing from him. What
did you men witness?” Trey demanded wondering if he just took his life
into his own hands, knowing he should never ask a kid a loaded
question; they have deadly aim.
“We watched our
cowboy brother pleasure our ramrod by riding his big bull-dick like a
pro-rodeo cowboy rides a bronco with a burr under his saddle.
Hot-damn, was he good! He rode our ramrod’s cock
like the finest bull rider bests an ornery bull, Sir. We’s
to call Lucas our brother. Ain’t no man what calls his-self a
cowboy better’n our brother Lucas Long. His ride made every man
standing here get the dry heaves, Sir.” said Jubal with sincere
it. Everyone was rolling on the floor laughing at the boys.
Even Trey had to turn away. Jack Hall and Warren Steele were
holding each other crying tears of laughter. Lazarus put his head
down and Charlie tried his best not to laugh. Ping made herself
as small as possible. Pong was trying to console her. Jack
and Jill were all a’twitter and the congregation of Langerians were
smiling from ear to ear. Ox, Strom and Horse couldn’t contain
themselves any longer and were bellowing forth lummox guffaws which
sounded like a cross between a hiccup and a sneeze.
“Do you men feel
any remorse? Do you regret what you’ve done?” Trey asked,
then immediately thought better of it. Lazarus cringed at Trey’s
question. He feared the worst. He braced himself for the
“We shore’ ‘nuff
feel remorseful about git’n caught, Captain, but we don’t regret
watching our cowboy brother pleasure our ramrod. That was worth
double whatever punishment us men might have to endure.” Jubal
smiled. He was drop-dead cute and knew it. He also knew he
was on a roll. He thought they couldn’t be in any deeper trouble,
so they might as well tell the truth and have a little fun doing
it. It certainly wasn't the response Trey Vinceeth was expecting
hear. Trey groaned and then growled just loud enough it started
everyone up again.
right! Enough! There is something to be said for you men’s
forthcoming and honesty; nevertheless, it doesn’t make your prank any
less serious. An appropriate punishment will have to be
considered, but that will be up to your ramrod and your cowboy brothers
to decide. I’m certain your warrior friends will have some input
in their decision. As far as your being unworthy for
consideration into a tribe, it will be left to the master of the tribe
if he still wishes to consider you. Commander Maddragon, after
hearing these novices impudence do you still wish to accept these four
petitioners into your tribe as your apprentices?”
“Only on a
probationary basis, Captain. They will be expected to accept any
punishment they are awarded, and they will be expected to complete it
with due diligence and sincerity. At the end of their period of
punishment, if I’m satisfied they have learned their lesson, their
probation will be lifted and they may become full members of the
“So be it!
Commander Maddragon has spoken. You men are awarded to his tribe
under his restrictions. Congratulations and good luck!”
Trey was eager to put the matter aside.
There went up a
cheer, but there was more laughter as the coyotes ran to the arms of
Trap Maddragon and their cowboy brother, Lucas. They were full of
apologies for Lucas and the commander. Then they ran to their
ramrod and apologized to him for their crime. He was less
receptive than Lucas and Trap. Lazarus knew he would have to play
the heavy and be the one to come up with a punishment. After
their blatant honesty and hilarious explanation, Lazarus knew it would
be difficult. Captain Vinceeth clapped his hands for the men’s
“We will now
join together to complete the exercise. For observers, the
Tao’mak exercises must be done in reverse order to make them
complete. It is the way of the universe. For this half of
the exercise we will have the added pleasure of a gift from our
Langerian brothers and sisters present. They will provide us with
an additional pleasure stimulus. Musicians, set the pace!
Charge us with your gracious gifts.” Trey
ordered and again clapped his hands.
began and Trey took Waco and Shane's hands and led them to the
began the introit and once again everyone joined in according to place
and rank. This time a very faint scent drifted over the
men. It was sweet and pleasant but gave them the feeling they
were gods and were performing their dance for the watchful eyes of the
ancients of the universe. They were joyful in each step they took
and each turn they made together like a well synchronized school of
fish who were adept in escaping a larger prey. The dancers
weren’t the only one’s affected. Brett Jones and Basil were
watching every move the men made like they were watching a sacred rite
of passage. They were holding hands and didn’t notice when they
begin to rise together until they were sitting in midair several feet
above the viewing stands. There they had a much better overview
of the exercise. This time it was too sensual for them and
they ejaculated into their hands. Strangely enough, their
ejaculation didn’t stop their euphoria and it continued even as they
carefully lowered themselves to their seats. The Langerians were
agog over Brett and Basil. They wondered if their scent caused
the reaction, but Ping and Pong assured them they were two humans who
were possibly developing into another specie. They were still
learning about their new conditions and trying to understand their new
bodies. It proved to be one
of the best, most choice exercise periods anyone could remember.
* * * * * * *
exercises were over. There was a final ritual prayer given by the
Sergeant-Major and Captain Vinceeth dismissed the men. They went
off to the showers, returned to their cabins for a rest period, then on
to whatever activity they had scheduled. Del Hawkins was
uncharacteristically quiet with his young companion during their shower
and later while walking the long corridors of the huge spaceship.
When the men returned to their cabin, Del decided to lie down for a
while. Without speaking, he took off his robe and lay naked on
the bed. He pulled a warm, soft blanket up over him, rolled on
his side away from Sam.
“May I join you,
Commander?” Sam asked quietly.
replied Hawkins noncommitally.
“Are you angry
with me, Sir?”
angry. Maybe a little disappointed.”
“Because I ain’t
said much about how the meeting with my brother went?” Sam asked.
“You made a big
to-do with Rollon yesterday about being honest with me and telling me
the truth about your little brother. Then, you haven’t so much as
mentioned your meeting with Lucas this morning. I know it
couldn’t have gone well between you, because when something’s bothering
you, you just clam up. You’ve been my safe, calm harbor in the
troubled seas of my life on several occasions, maybe it’s time you stop
trying to be everyone’s Rock of Gibralter and allow your mentor to
listen for a change. After all, isn’t that what a mentor’s for?”
Del smiled at the young man.
Sir, it didn’t go well. My brother sort of dictated to me
how it was gonna’ be and left little room for discussion on my
part. He don’t want my other brothers knowing. He tried to
be nice, but he made it plain he didn’t wanna’ be considered a part of
our family no more. I’ve grown to love my brothers, and I feel I
have a right to be faithful to them. I was ready to include
Caleb, but Lucas don’t want to be included.”
“Well, you may
not want my opinion, but I’m gonna’ give it anyway.” spoke the
Commander, “After seeing the photos of your little brother taken before
his transformation I can understand why he might not want to reveal his
original identity. He’s come a long way since then and you’ve
said several times he won you and your brothers over to love him as one
of your cowboy salve brothers. Why can’t you be satisfied with
that? Ain’t it enough?”
“I guess I felt
rejected he didn’t want to recognize me and my brothers as his
biological brothers. I’ve come to love my brothers and trust in
their love for me. What kind of a brother would I be to hide this
brother to your youngest brother, that’s what you would be. It
seems to me, while you may consider yourself being true and trustworthy
to your Stamper brothers, if you consider doing something so foolish as
telling your brothers Lucas’ secret, you run the risk of losing Lucas
and Caleb altogether. It could cause an irreparable rift between
you. It could damage your relationship with him so badly, Lucas
might never trust you again. It could become
a political bomb. It might literally blow up in your face.
You might even incur the wrath and disappointment of your ramrod and
his boss. Your actions could unwittingly cause bad feelings for
our friend Rollon. Lazarus Long has invested heavily in you men
and especially Lucas. I can guarantee you, Admiral Long considers
Lucas his son, and not just his adopted son or his cowboy slave.
The only claim your dad had on Lucas Long was one small sperm cell that
can only be seen under a microscope. Lazarus bought a lump of
flesh and molded it into the son he wanted for himself. The
minute the Admiral paid for Caleb, he no longer belonged to your
dad. Family ain’t always created by biology, Son. More
often than not, it’s an act of love and acceptance. You’ve told
since you and your brothers have been enslaved you’ve come together as
family and now you love them. You never were that before.
It works by your own definition.
told me, Lucas is right. He wasn’t wanted by your family no
more. He was cast out. He was thrown away. Lazarus
just took a lump of coal
and made a diamond out of it. As I see it, your feelings are
similar to a lover who dumps his partner, but later learns his partner
has found someone else he or she is happy with, but the old lover can’t
handle it. He gets angry and upset. He doesn’t want them
anymore, but he doesn’t want anyone else to want them either.
Remorse mixed with envy. It’s a bitter pill to swallow. It
ain’t pretty, Son. It was Lazarus’ intent to give Caleb a new
life unfettered by the past and his association with your family.
He gave Lucas a new family. He was successful until we discovered
their secret by accident. Some doors, once closed, are best left
Lucas has worked
hard to win Lazarus’ love. He’s proved to Lazarus his love for
him. Trust me, I know things you don’t. There are things
about Lucas you don’t know yet, and it would be a big mistake to cut
yourself off from the rest of him. Whereas, if you love Caleb
enough to agree to keep Lucas’ secret, it will establish a new
beachhead of love and trust between you. Seems to me if you were
to keep Lucas’ identity a secret it would be a win-win situation for
you. You will develop a new and deeper love for Lucas as your
brother, a greater connection and appreciation among his cowboy
brothers because you share their secret, and yet, you love your
brothers enough to protect them from possible fallout from a bad
right, Commander. Admiral Long has been awfully good to me and my
brothers. I never thought about my decision reflecting on them,
but from what you said, I understand how it might happen. My
problem is, what if they ultimately find out I’ve known all along and
never shared it with them?”
“Now that the
files are sealed, I think there’s very little chance that might
happen; if it does, I think you should sit down with them and explain
you had little choice in the matter. Lucas' feelings, your
emotions at the time and the politics of the situation could have
become explosive if you betrayed his trust. It weighed heavily
upon you to leave things as they were. You were protecting them
from any displeasure the Admiral and the rest of the Grange might have
felt. I think your brothers would adjust easier to that than they
would suffering a major setback because the Stamper men might get the
reputation of being untrustworthy.”
“Then you see me
setting an example for them as well as being a good brother to my
youngest brother?” Sam asked with some enthusiasm.
That’s an excellent way to think about it. Are you familiar with
the biblical story of Joseph and his brothers, Son?”
“Naw, Sir, our
daddy weren’t never much of a church goer. What us boys
learned, we learned from our ma. She told us some bible stories.”
“She ever tell
you the story about a young boy who was favored by his father so much,
his dad had a beautiful coat of many colors made for him?”
“Oh, yeah, I
remember that story. The brothers were jealous of him and sold
him as a slave. He was taken to Egypt. He was real smart
and became the Pharaoh’s ramrod. Years later, his brothers came
to him for food because their families were starving from a famine.”
right. I advise you to find yourself a bible and read the
story. It might have some things for you to think about in
relation to you and Lucas. It seems to me there’s a number of
similarities between Joseph and Lucas Long.” encouraged Commander
evening, Sam did a search on his computer and looked up the Hebrew book
of Bereshit or Genesis Chapter 37 and begin to read the story of Joseph
and his brothers. When he finished reading, his heart was soothed
and he was once more calm within his spirit as was his usual
demeanor. He knew what he had to do. Sam got hung-up on one
aspect of his and Lucas’ talk and really hadn’t thought the situation
through. Commander Hawkins shed some new light on his
conundrum. Sam discussed his decision with his mentor that
“If I decided
otherwise, would it have made a difference in our relationship,
Sir?” Sam asked Commander Hawkins.
“In the spirit
of honesty, Sam, it quite possibly might have.” he replied sincerely.
* * * * * * *
The trip to
Venus, at an intermediate speed, took a little over twenty-four
hours. The Captain planned it so they wouldn’t arrive until the
following morning. Trey arranged to dock at Venus’ space port
early as the Venusians began their day. They were also arriving
at a propitious time. Venus rotates in the opposite direction
from Earth. It’s the only planet in our system that has a
retrograde rotation. It’s rotation is very slow compared to
Earth’s. It takes two hundred and forty-three Earth days to
complete one Venus day or slightly longer than Venus’ year. As a
result, the periods of Venus’ rotation and it’s orbit are synchronized
such that it always presents the same face toward Earth when the two
planets are at their closest approach. (Whether this is a resonance
effect or merely a coincidence is not known.)
whales are the original surfers of the universe. They are always
to be found within the twilight boundaries of the Venusian dawn,
surfing the strong winds of the temperature inversions from Venusian
night to day. Venus has the most nearly circular orbit of all the
planets and therefore doesn’t have an equivalent equinox like Earth,
but it does have a remarkable period when the bladder whales feel more
comfortable surfing a little ahead of the dawn and can be appreciated
in their full glory. The dawn of the new Venusian day would
coincide with the whales’ migration pattern to find them at a
particularly long stretch of mostly pure silicon desert with only
enough huge outcropping of rocks for them to attach their long arms to
pull them along. It was almost a pure food source and a much
needed supply of energy for them. It was also their breeding
season. As it happened, the arrival of the Banshee was right at
the beginning of that period. The whales were in their full color
patterns and the bulls were particularly attractive as they were coming
into rut. The females would grow long, lovely multicolored
ribbon-like tendrils that would flow down their backs and around them
to enhance their beauty. The tendrils had no other purpose than
to lemniscate their huge bodies to make them more attractive to the
bulls. As a side effect their singing turned to songs of heroism,
valor, family, love and passion. Now and then a bull would break
into a song to tell of his love for one of the heifers and to proudly
proclaim his sexual powers. He would sing long florid passages of
her beauty and his yearning for her. If she was interested in
mating with him, she would answer his song with one of equal passion
and praise. It was a wonderful and joyous time for them when
feeding was plentiful and the promise of new life was upon them.
Most of the
cowboys could tune into their songs the closer they came to
Venus. The closer to the planet the more difficult it became to
ignore them. That evening, the Chief and Little Bear were
guests at the captain’s table along with Lazarus, Arlen, Bryce, Lucas,
Trap, Charlie, JR, Officer Jones, Basil, Shane and the
four coyotes. Waco was startled while he was having dinner with
his captain when Trey complained of a slight headache.
“I’ve got some
damn melody running through my head, and I can’t seem to get rid of
it. It keeps repeating the same ideas, but it varies each
time. The strangest thing is, it’s the same tune but intricate
variations on the same melody. I can’t quite make out the words,
but every now and then I get something that is lewd, almost
obscene. I find myself blushing.”
his guest laughed. The coyote cowboys giggled. He looked at
them and frowned like he didn’t get the joke.
Captain.” Waco soothed his big warrior. “We all hear
it. Even my dad is beginning to hear them. You’re hearing
the love songs of our friends, the bladder whales. They’re
particularly strong right now because they are in rut. It’s their
“How could that
be? Why am I hearing them? I haven’t drank lummox milk
except for the small samples you’ve given me.” Trey addressed Waco.
cow’s milk you drank to help replace the calcium in your bone regrowth
when you broke your leg?”
remember. It was good. I liked it. I drank some
fortified with lummox milk. It was not given to you
surreptitiously. Cable includes it in all the milk served to
every patient in our sickbay.” Waco smiled. “I forgot about
it until recently. I wondered if it might have some long term
effects on you. I think it has. Now that we know it works
for Visallians, I would think if you drink more you’ll get stronger at
hearing and projecting. It might even make your body grow
It did us.” Waco motioned to his cowboy brothers.
Trey. “Do you concur with that Admiral?” Trey asked.
swain speaks the truth. Most of us at the table are hearing them,
and they’re getting stronger as we get closer to the planet.
You’re right, some of their songs are lusty to say the least.
Some are downright filthy, but aren’t they wonderful?” Lazarus laughed
and was joined by everyone at the table.
“I’ll have to
say they’re entertaining and sometimes erotic. I haven’t been
able to think about anything lately but bedding my apprentice.” Trey
tossed off like it was normal dinner conversation. Everyone
laughed. The coyote cowboys giggled, but they were on their best
Waco.” Lazarus commiserated with slight sarcasm. Everyone laughed.
“Not from the
smile on his face.” allowed Charlie said without nuance. The
group laughed more.
personally have to thank Chuchulack and the others for their
songs. They have brought me and my master some excellent moments
of comfort.” smiled Waco. The men laughed again.
conversed about many things and agreed this trip to Venus would be a
great marking for them in their journey together to escape Earth.
“Have you and
your brother reached a decision, Son?” Lazarus asked Lucas.
“I’m not sure,
Dad. I don’t mean to be coy or evasive, but I think it might take
an arbitrator to bring us together.”
my specialty, Son. It’s also easy when you hold all the
cards.” Everyone at the table but the coyotes knew what was going
on and laughed. “I’ll call for Sam to report to us in my cabin
after supper. I have spoken with your commander and Sam’s
commander. I don’t think you have anything to worry about.
I think Sam will come around.”
“I hope so,
Dad. I was sincere when I told him I didn’t mind him knowing as
he was the brother I most regretted leaving behind.”
dawned on the coyote kids Lazarus and Lucas were talking about
something they knew nothing about.
“Is our brother
leaving us?”Jubal asked like he was going to tear up.
“No, not at
all. We have enough strong men to fight off Commander Maddragon
and his men to keep them from rustling him away from us, at least for
the time being.” Lazarus chuckled as he reassured them without
giving them anything.
“Is Lucas not
our brother?” asked Bo skeptically.
cowboy butt he’s yore’ bubba, Son. He’s as much my boy as you
are. If you four grow up to be half the man your brother is, I’ll
be pleased.” Lazarus confirmed and winked at Lucas. Lucas
almost dropped his fork.
Dad. I appreciate that.”
true. I’m proud of you, boy. I know I don’t tell you nearly
enough. I get s’damn busy I sometimes take you for granted, but
your love makes it easy to take you for granted. That ain’t right
neither. I love you, Lucas. No matter where life takes you,
what paths we travel, you will always be my son. I will never let
you go unless I decided to give you away to some swarthy, lusty warrior
who can’t seem to keep his hands off of you.” Lazarus winked at
him. There was much laugher as Trap Maddragon blushed.
Several of the men applauded Lazarus’ speech and said “Hear, hear!” in
agreement. “Oh, by the way,” continued Lazarus, “---as my slave I
don't need your
consent, but as my son, I hoping for your blessing--- we have decided
to change your last name, along with ours, to be
the same as the coyotes. I will make a formal announcement
later. Our family will be known as the Long-Jones men.” There
was more approval of Lazarus latest announcement.
“Of course you
have my blessing, Dad. I will be proud
and honored to carry both names, Sir.” Lucas said quietly. Arlen
beamed at him.
“Why is our big
brother your slave, Dad?” Bo asked Lazarus. There was a hush went
over the men at the table.
“May I take that
one, brother?” asked Arlen Jones.
“Be my guest.”
Lazarus sighed with relief, smiled and nodded.
“Lucas is his
dad’s slave primarily for security reasons, and to keep nosey people
from asking questions. There’s a certain amount of personal
security in being the slave of a good master. Lucas was given a
choice, and he chose to be his dad’s slave. He’s been offered his
freedom several times and declined. One day he may decided he no
longer needs the extra security being his dad’s slave provides and will
exercise his option to become a free man again.”
answer, brother. Don’t know’s I could a’ put it no better.”
allowed Lazarus, glad that was over.
The boys sat
dumbfounded, but Lazarus could see the wheels spinning in their
heads. Jubal pushed some food around on his plate for a
minute. “Does that mean Bo and me will have to become your
little stunt you men pulled on me and your brother, I don’t know if now
is the time to be discussing that sort of thing.” he stated sternly.
There were a few
grins and a couple of smiles but you could feel everyone holding their
breath. The boys were getting worried.
“‘At’s what I’s
afraid of.” muttered Jubal under his breath. He sat his
fork down and stopped eating. Lazarus let his words set for a few
minutes. No one said a word. You could cut the tension with
a knife. Finally, Lazarus broke the silence.
supper, boy. It’s consider unmannerly not to partake of the fine
food our host set before us.” Lazarus admonished him.
another long silence. Lucas looked at Lazarus and grinned.
Lazarus read Lucas’ face. He smiled and nodded slightly to him.
“I don’t know
what you men are so concerned about. Being a slave should be the
of your worries. You think I live my life everyday thinking,
‘Poor me, I’m nothing but a worthless slave? I have a terrible
life?’ Of course not. I live a very full life, and I’m
proud and honored to be our father’s slave. I've worked hard to
make myself indespensable to him. Ask yourselves, what would he
without me? What would you men do without me to ride herd on
you? Serving him and
seeing to his needs gives me a sense of belonging and accomplishment
just being his son could never bring me. I’m comfortable in the
knowledge he needs me, and I will be his slave as long as he needs me
to be. I’m in no rush to give up my duties and responsibilities
to him. I have a wonderful, peaceful feeling after I know I’ve
done my best for him. I can lay my head down at night and rest
with no worries. Many men don’t have that luxury. While it’s true
I been offered my freedom several times, the very thought of it scares
the crap out of me. For one thing, if I weren’t a slave right
now, by Earth laws, I couldn’t be sleeping with my commander or you
wouldn’t have gotten to see me pleasure our dad the other
evening. You think you men saw something special? You ain’t
seen nothing. You buckaroos picked the wrong night to spy on
me. You should see me ride my warrior-master.” Lucas laughed and
got everyone around the table laughing at the boys. Trap
Maddragon roared with laughter. Lazarus grinned and nodded his
men. You’re brother is one of the finest cowboys you’ll likely
meet in your life no matter how many years you live. I dare say
there ain’t nothing he can’t ride.” added Commander Maddragon.
Once again they all laughed. “I wonder if I’m hearing them
whales.” Trap pondered to himself, then laughed again. Nothing more was
said about it that evening, but the men could tell the boys had no clue
what punishment Lazarus might have in mind. Neither did Lazarus,
for that matter. Lazarus called Sam to his quarters that
evening. Sam had no doubt what he wanted and somewhat dreaded
going to face him and Lucas.
“You’ll do fine,
Sam.” encouraged Commander Hawkins, “I have faith in you. I think
you’re over what was sticking in your craw. Did your reading the
story of Joseph help?” he asked.
It made me see a few new things we didn’t discuss. Thanks for the
Sam made his way
alone through the corridors of the vast ship until he came to the VIP
suite. There was a small conference room with a long table and
six comfortable chairs off the main entry to the suite. Lazarus
met him at the door and ushered him into the room. Lucas was
already sitting in one of the chairs. He stood when his brother
walked in the room. He smile and raised his hand in a friendly
“Have a seat,
Son. You know why I’ve called the two of you here?” Lazarus
“Can you tell me
what you’ve decided?” Lazarus asked him.
“May I ask what
my brother’s told you, Sir?” Sam asked cautiously.
He hasn’t told me anything other than to request any further
conversations on the subject should have an arbiter. That’s me,
Son.” Lazarus smiled.
Lucas felt a
little sorry for Sam. For a moment he looked like a deer caught
in the headlights of a pickup truck full of rednecks loaded with guns
and beer. Sam immediately shoved his cornered feelings aside and
sat up straight. A calm came over him and Lucas was impressed how
quickly his brother’s demeanor changed. It was almost like Sam
changed clothes. He took on the self-assured raiment of a young
man who refused to allow himself to be cowed or stymied. He was
having none of it.
“Lucas and I
discussed the situation, Master, but I was uncomfortable with his
attitude and felt like I was being dictated to without consideration
for my other brothers. I’m afraid my immediate reaction, from a
lack of understanding, may have caused bad feelings between us, but it
wasn’t my intent. I don’t want that. I love my brother, but
in my defense, it was a shock to me. I didn’t have time to think
things through thoroughly, Sir. I couldn’t see the bigger picture
because of a couple of small things that stuck in my craw. Since
our meeting, I’ve had a chance to discuss it with Commander Hawkins,
and he brought up a number of things I hadn’t considered. As far
as I’m concerned, there’s no further problem. I won’t betray my
brother’s trust. I give you both my word as a cowboy, I will keep
Glad to hear it. Is there anything you want to say, Son?”
Lazarus asked Lucas. Lucas had been drinking a cup of coffee and
was playing with his empty cup.
I’m pleased with my brother’s decision. I said some things to Sam
I’m not particularly proud of, but I hope he’ll find it in his heart to
forgive me.” Lucas looked directly at Sam as he spoke.
“Of course I
forgive you as I know you’ll forgive me for my insensitivity.” he
Lucas as he stood and opened his arms to Sam. Sam went to him,
embraced him and they sealed their agreement with a quick kiss.
“I love you,
Sam, and thanks for understanding.” Lucas said.
“I love you,
too, brother. No thanks necessary, it was the right thing to do.”
satisfied and felt there would be no further problems. He hugged
Sam and thanked him for meeting with them. Sam realized he’d done
the right thing. He left and returned to Commander Hawkin’s cabin
with a full heart. Something that weighed so heavily upon him
earlier seem small and insignificant to him now. He was happy he
had someone like Del Hawkins in his life. The big man had been
around much longer than Sam and knew the ends and outs of trust and
politics. Sam felt very fortunate. He would see to it his
commander got lucky that evening.
* * * * * * *
ran his ship in a military manner and out of respect for the captain of
the Banshee, his guests were expected to keep military hours. The
bosun piped ‘lights out’ a little earlier that evening as reveille
would come early with the ship’s arrival at Venus. The next
morning they would have just enough time to dress and have breakfast
before they came into the gravitational pull of the beautiful
yellowish-green planet. Trey tossed and turned most of the
night. He held onto Waco, but the mere touch of his young
apprentice would get him so horny he would have to roll over.
Waco seemed to be sleeping soundly, but in his dreams Chuchulack came
to him. The huge creature gently told him to wake up and
minister to his mate. Trey had need of him. Waco awoke
ready to give himself to his warrior-master.
said quietly, “I know you’re awake.” he insisted.
“Aye, that I am,
cowboy. I have a splitting headache. I can actually hear
them now, and while I appreciate their songs I can’t get to
sleep.” Trey groaned.
“Will you let me
help you?” Waco inquired.
How?” Trey asked.
“I can link with
you and trip the off switch in your brain so you won’t receive
static. Later, as you grow stronger, I can show you how to do it
for yourself. Once you start to hear others, there’s a lot of
static chatter out there you may not want to pay attention to. It
can be turned off, otherwise I’m sure it could drive a person
crazy. I think that’s what happens to people we label as
schizophrenics. Many hear voices and don’t understand they’re
tapping into a stream of consciousness. They think they’re going
mad. Eventually they do.”
“You have my
permission, Son. Anything. I must get some rest.
We have a busy day tomorrow.”
Waco touched his
suitor’s mind for the first time. He was bemused at the Visallian
mind. It was so much more ordered than a human mind, but then so
was a dog or a horse’s mind. He suddenly
understood the draw between the Visallian specie and the lummox.
Their minds worked in very similar ways. Waco smiled to
himself as he
compared his warrior-master to a strong animal.
that. >> Waco heard from Trey’s mind. The big warrior
Captain. It was meant as a compliment. >>
know. Hearing you in my mind is so different. You get the
nuance of feelings with the words. I can feel your love for me,
and part of it is extremely sexy... even nasty.... when you think about
sticking your tongue to intimate to mention. >> Trey laughed,
then added, << Feel me. See how it arouses me?
down and grabbed a couple of handfuls of engorged warrior cock and
Everything arouses you. I was right. You’re an animal.
>> Waco laughed,
<< I wouldn’t have you any other way. Now, when I trip your
switch you won’t be able to hear me no more until I go in and turn it
back on. Are you all right with that? >> he asked.
if you have any compassion for me, I need some rest, little brother.
>> Trey whinged.
Waco did a bit
of exploring and ran across a couple of very naughty pictures of
himself naked in his captain’s mind before he found the switch.
He laughed out loud, but it was too late for Trey to hide them.
Waco massaged the area of Trey’s brain to make him stop receiving, and
he was done. All nonverbal communication with Trey stopped
exclaimed. “It’s gone. All is quiet. Sorry about
those naughty images you saw, Son.” Trey spoke.
I thought they were wonderful.” he replied and they shared a
laugh. “You know what would really relax you, master?”
“For you to lie
back and let your apprentice relieve you of a heavy load.”
fall asleep while you’re trying to please me. I don’t want to
ever disappoint you.” Trey said sincerely. It touched Waco.
“You let me
worry about that, Sir. I’ll take my chances.” Waco laughed
as he did a pretty good imitation of a swan dive under the covers to
attack his captain’s already erect penis. He was not
disappointed, but he no sooner got his master cleaned up when he heard
the soft, even breathing of a sleeping warrior. Waco felt good he
could help his love and rolled over to give him peace. In his
sleep, Trey reached for Waco and pulled him into his massive
arms. He didn’t let him go for the rest of the sleep period.
* * * * * * *
early. It was five o’clock Earth time when the bosun piped
reveille. It’s worth noting a similar pipe used on Earth in
maritime service also evolved on the maritime ships of the Visallian
fleet and was carried over to the space fleet. While the Earth
pipe was little more than a penny whistle, the Visallian counterpart
was a double reed contraption that sounded like a cross between a
bleating sheep and a hircine mating call. It was high pitched
and extremely grating on the nerves. It was effective, it
served its purpose well. No one remained asleep for long after
several blasts over the ships com system. It had a grating whine
just slightly more annoying than fingernails scraped across a
blackboard. Waco had his own
alarm system with him. He wore a watch which had a sound system
that could play complete symphonies. Any music you wanted to be
awakened by could be programed into it. Waco chose to wake each
morning with Bach’s second Brandenburg Concerto. The
piccolo-trumpet solo always got his blood flowing faster to help
him to consciousness. He had the volume lower than usual, because
when he was bunking it in with his warrior-master he didn’t want to
disturb him. He would arise about an hour before Trey to take
care of several chores which were his responsibility as Trey’s
apprentice-warrior. He would make coffee and lay out a clean,
fresh uniform for his warrior-master. If it wasn’t a heavy work
day, he would go back to bed for a while to be there when his master
awoke. He decided it would be nice that morning to get back in
the their warm bed and hold his warrior hunk.
Lucas did much
the same with his dad, the Admiral, but he had other chores to see
to. He laid out his dad’s clothes and made sure Lazarus’
boots were cleaned and polished. He had to be fully awake by
reveille to make certain the coyote kids were up and going. They
were like trying to get four unruly zombie mules wound-up and
running. They only ran on half a brain for an hour or more or at
least until they showered. Lucas would have to get in with them
to make sure they bathed properly. They would sometimes fall
asleep holding each other under the hot water.
always held in the main mess. There was no separation between the
officers and crew, and guest could mingle with the crew. It was
more relaxed and less formal than the captain’s mess. There was a
separate officer’s mess for lunch and dinner, but most officers took
their meals with the crew. Trey rarely used his captain’s mess
unless he was carrying guests or there was some special awards dinner
to be held for an officer. The mess was lively with conversation
and you could tell everyone was looking forward to their arrival at
Venus spaceport. Darryl, the Venusian was in his cups.
Everyone was slapping him on the back and wishing him well with his
impending visit. He had become greatly admired, respected and
loved by everyone from those of the colonies to the entire crew of the
Banshee. If Darryl wanted anything, he only had to mention and
someone would see to his needs. Since he was such an unassuming
person no one minded helping him.
cowboys were looking forward to their first glimpse of the bladder
whales. They had seen pictures and heard about them all their
lives; however, this was their first trip to Venus and they were all a
twitter to see some of the largest animals in the solar system.
The cowboys loved to eat in the main mess with the crew. They
were being herded by their big brother and asked him and the Admiral’s
permission to sit among the crew. They worshiped the huge
warriors, and they were popular with the ruggedly handsome
spacers. There was a
party-like atmosphere at breakfast. There was much laughter and
joking among the crew. Lazarus and Lucas sat with them among a
group of the lusty hands. Conversation was lively. The
men teased and joked with the boys about their indiscretion. The
coyotes would rather not talk about it, but they were polite, contrite
and humble about it.
“I heard a rumor
the Admiral was thinking about sending you four men back to our home
world to enroll you full-time in our warrior training school.” one of
the mechanical crew name Ranny Ruggles said as he winked at the
Admiral. Lazarus winked back, got a twinkle in his eye and
Mr. Ruggles. Warrior school on Tentagel would be a great
experience for them. It would make good, honest men out of them,
strong, solid men of whom we could be proud and trust.”
The boys turned
green around the gills, not because they feared warrior training
school, but because they would have to give up being cowboys.
There was just something about the cowboy lifestyle they saw as wild
and free. Like any kids, they were caught up in the romance of
the image, but hadn’t investigated the day to day drudgery and
hard work involved in the profession. Most of all, they liked
dressing like cowboys. Bo spoke up in response.
“I would be
proud to become a warrior, but I had my heart set on becoming a cowboy
like my dad and Uncle Charlie.” he said quietly. The other three
agreed with him.
“You men will
live for a long time. There’s plenty of time for both.” observed
Arlen Jones. There was little more said about it, but
once again it got the boys thinking about their fate.
“We’ll see how
you men conduct yourselves on Venus and how generous you are with you
big brother. My decision will be based on how mannerly you
can be, follow orders, keep out of mischief and give your brother as
little grief as possible. By the way, that goes for all you
men. Ranger and Cable’s parents have given me full discretion
regarding punishment. What I decide will be shared equally.”
stated Lazarus with unquestioned authority. The coyote brothers
quickly managed to change the subject.
gathered on the observation deck for the approach to Venus.
Captain Vinceeth liked to keep his bridge as uncluttered as
possible. Lazarus said Trey’s decision was based on sound
reasoning. A lot of extra folks on the bridge could possibly
effect the outcome of an emergency situation. Trey anticipated a
flyby to pay homage and respects to their friends the bladder
whales. He commanded his first mate, Commander Maddragon to
instruct the helmsman to signal the whales they would be joining them
soon. It was merely a courtesy, because the whales were well
aware of the approaching vessel. They had been exchanging
greetings for hours with many the guests on board.
There were two
separate colonies of whales. One group followed the Venusian dawn
and the other the sunset. They were on opposite sides of the
planet, yet over the centuries they managed to exchange members from
one group to the other which enhanced the genetics through
hybridization. The two groups varied in colors and markings, but
both groups were repeatedly compared to the Discus fish (Symphysodon
aequifasciatus), a popular fresh water aquarium fish from the Amazon
river. Instead of one large red eye on each side of their bodies,
the whales had the most beautiful sapphire-blue eyes that looked like
pools of liquid crystal. To no one’s surprise, the scientist of
Venus confirmed, liquid crystal was exactly what their eyes were.
Like some amphibious reptiles on Earth the whales evolved a clear, hard
but flexible silicon covering like a nictating membrane to cover and
protect their eyes. The membrane was different because it served
two purposes. It not only protected the huge creature’s eyes, it
also acted like a pair of magnifying glasses for them to see more
clearly during sand storms.
his handsome son, Chacheellian were the recognized leaders of the
sunrise group. Gongorealgun and his son, Gonzoxanthullii, were
leaders of the sunset group. Other than good natured competition
of the song-wars there was no animosity between the groups. They
recognize each others territory and right to exist. They helped
each other when they could, which was difficult because they were
on the move on opposite sides of the planet. They have no natural
enemies, but are plagued by parasitic sand mites and boring worms which
attack their long rope-like limbs causing them considerable discomfort,
but they also attract two warm blooded, carbon based creatures
which live symbiotically on their limbs. One is an exoskeletal
sand-crab which hunt out and feed on the boring worms. The second
is a primitive anthropoidal primate who feast on the sand mites.
They live peacefully together acting as grooms for the huge beasts.
look like a cross between a large spider and a crab. They can
grow to over fifty pounds, but they are harmless to the primates
who share their hosts. The crabs have never been known to attack
a Venusian unless they feared hostile intentions toward the
whales. Since their lives depended on the whales for food,
shelter and transportation, they were very protective. So it was
with the ape-like primates who looked very similar to our great apes on
Earth with the exception, their bodies were completely covered in an
almost wire-like bristles, which from a distance, made them look
furry. Up close, they looked more like an Echidna. An
unusual feature of the males was an exceptionally long penis which
retracted into their body cavity when not being used to urinate or
procreate, and during puberty they would begin to develop a male
pattern baldness on their heads. The females found that feature
particularly sexually attractive.
The whales have
to carefully navigate their position within the sunlight. If they
get too warm the sand-crabs and the primates leave for cooler climes,
and leave the whales to become infested with parasites. Without
the sand-crabs and the anthropoids to groom them they would quickly
become overrun with parasites, their long, rope-like limbs would fall
off and they couldn’t anchor themselves in the strong winds. They
would starve to death being blown about the planet. If they were
lucky enough to become ensnared by the limbs of another whale and could
began to grow their limbs again until they could manage for themselves,
only then would they be saved.
gave orders to flyby the sunrise group first and then they would pay
their respects to the sunset group afterward. Most had never
known about or seen the sunset group. They were somewhat more
retiring and shy than the sunrise group, but several folks argued some
of their bulls were of equal or superior coloring. Travis was the
first to site the whales as the Banshee carefully maneuvered through
the thick cloud cover of the upper atmosphere to come upon the
magnificent bull leader of the group, Chuchulack.
“Ah, the Banshee
is here.” he said, “Welcome sons and daughters of the Visallian,
Shushonii, Human, Langerians, Evanescent and Canine races; oh yes, and
I’m reminded one fine Venusian male of superior breeding. Welcome
to you all. Welcome to Officer Brett Jones and his traveling
companion Mr. Basil Troubadour. We have thrilled at both your
singing and hope you will join us in a song. We also welcome our
beloved music master Johauk Kodaly. Welcome Admiral Long and
Captain Arlen Jones, and their sons, Bryce, Lucas, Bo and Jubal.
Welcome to Ranger Gibbons Junior and Charles Cable Gibbons-Jessup and
brother Travis. You have good eyes, Travis. A further,
special welcome to Captain Vinceeth and his young apprentice and
Captain Waco Goodnight, his honorable father Master Charlie Goodnight
and his younger brother, Shane Goodnight. Welcome!
Welcome one and all.” Chuchulack repeated.
see and speak with you again, old friend. You are looking
especially handsome this time of year. Your herd is
magnificent. Praise the ancients you seem to be in the peak of
health.” said Captain Vinceeth in response.
fortunate to be well and looking forward to an eventful and fruitful
fantastic!” muttered Ranger Junior.
than I could imagine.” allowed young Cable.
“All of the
above and then some.” said Jubal in quiet reverence.
young cowboys. We find your form particularly pleasing in our
sight. We can see you through your brother’s eyes. Several
keep open channels for us, and it’s like switching cameras from person
to person so we can get really good images of you. I believe you
should understand my analogy, we understand you’re
very good at manipulating cameras. Am I right?” Chuchulack
asked with humor in his voice.
“Yes Sir, Father
Chuchulack,... regrettably.” spoke Jubal in a doleful tone.
jesting with you, young one. You have much to learn. One
mistake does not ruin a life. It takes many mistakes and a lot of
compassion to make a good, well-lived life. Let your compassion
forgive yourselves as you ask those whom you trespassed against to
forgive you and use your mistakes to learn from them.” Chuchulack
“Thank you for
your kind words of wisdom, Sir. We’ll try.” responded Bo.
“I’m sure you
will, and I have no doubt you will be successful. All our love
and encouragement are with you. You four men are the hope for the
future. Never forget your place in the universe and never let
yourselves diminish your own faith in yourselves. Learn from your
mistakes, from you cowboy brothers, from your parents, from your
elders, and from your beloved associations. They all contain
wisdom and lessons for you to learn. Do not become
discouraged. Wisdom and truth are not gained in a short period of
time. Even the oldest among your elders are still learning.
Once begun, it is a never ending journey. They made mistakes when
they were young. Some suffered worse embarrassment than
you. They survived, and so will you.”
Jubal spoke for
the coyotes and graciously thanked the old one for his sage advice and
compassion. Trey gave orders to hold position for a while until
he gave the order to move on. Everyone who wished to speak with
the whales or ask them questions were allowed to speak to
Chuchulack. Once in a while, his son, Chacheellian would answer a
question. Brett Jones was gobsmacked by the huge animals and
marveled at their beauty and intelligence. Basil was so
enthralled he couldn’t speak. He held Brett’s hand throughout
their visit. Chuchulack asked Johauk if there was a song he,
Brett Jones and Basil remembered they could sing with them?
“I believe we
all know the J. S. Bach arrangement of the Martin Luther hymn A Mighty
Fortress Is Our God.” replied Johauk. Basil and Brett
nodded their approval.
It is our custom for our guest to sing the first verse then we will
join in on the repeat of the first verse and continue to the end.
Officer Jones, if you will be so kind?”
out his pipe and softly blew the first note in a key that comfortably
suited Officer Jones’ vocal tessitura. Jones began in an assured
fortress is our God, a bulwark never failing;
Our helper He,
amid the flood of mortal ills prevailing:
For still our
ancient foe doth seek to work us woe;
His craft and
power are great, and, armed with cruel hate,
On earth is not
his equal.” sang Jones.
magically appeared across the holo-vid screen and everyone was invited
to join in. Those who were familiar with the hymn repeated the
first verse. It was an incredible sound. The very walls of
the ship reverberated from the collected voices of the whales and the
passengers of the Banshee singing in perfect harmony. It was a
magnificent sound to behold. It was as if the very gates of
heaven opened and a band of heavenly host were descending while singing
of the greatness of their great spirit father. They pressed on to
the second and then the third verse. With each verse there was
more and greater layers of harmony and counterpoint added that would
have brought J. S. Bach to his knees.
“Did we in our
own strength confide, our striving would be losing;
Were not the
right Man on our side, the Man of God’s own choosing:
Dost ask who
that may be? Christ Jesus, it is He;
His Name, from age to age the same,
And He must win
And though this
world, with devils filled, should threaten to undo us,
We will not
fear, for God hath willed His truth to triumph through us:
The Prince of
Darkness grim, we tremble not for him;
His rage we can
endure, for lo, his doom is sure,
One little word
shall fell him.”
They began the
final verse in tutti. The great whales saved their best for last,
like an accomplished organist might pull out all the stops on a great
cathedral organ to play a florid accompaniment around the melody of the
main body of singers. The resulting sound was like nothing anyone
ever heard before. It rumbled though the depth’s of every soul on
the ship. The singing pups were astounded, but they were not
unnerved. They continued to add their voices as if they were an
additional but important treble descant. It was a wonderful
experience shared only a few times in anyone’s life. It was
almost like you could reach out and touch the hearts of the great giant
beasts who sang so beautifully with such unbridled passion. There
was no doubt in anyone’s mind they were the undisputed master’s of
“That word above
all earthly powers, no thanks to them, abideth;
The Spirit and
the gifts are ours through Him Who with us sideth:
Let goods and
kindred go, this mortal life also;
The body they
may kill: God’s truth abideth still,
His kingdom is
When the final
note was sounded there was only the silence of eternity left to embrace
them. It was like having crossed a river of great beauty and
tranquility to bring them to a mutual shore of peace and well
being. It was like no other feeling anyone ever
experienced. It was a deeply moving moment. There wasn’t a
dry eye on the ship.
Officer Jones.” spoke Chuchulack, “We have heard your voice over the
winds of consciousness and marveled at your talent, to hear you up
close and personal was a wonderful treat, but to join you in song was a
great honor and pleasure for us. Thank you and all who joined
with us. We will never forget your generosity and graciousness.”
“The honor and
pleasure is mine as well, great Chuchulack. I can’t remember ever
having such a wonderful experience. We all thank you and your
family for singing with us. I look forward to hearing more of
music and listening to your songs. It was truly a wonderful
blessing for me and my companion.”
There was more
pleasantries exchanged, then Chuchulack announced he received word the
Venusian’s were anxious to meet with them. Darryl managed to
video the meeting and song. It was transmitted live down to the
planet and every person on Venus was tuned into the arrival of the
great warship Banshee. Like most societies the Venusians were
hungry for any new and special diversion to stimulate conversation
within their quotidian lives. The Admiral gave a brief speech,
said his formal ‘goodbyes’ to the whales for everyone on board the
Banshee, and promised a longer visit on their way back from the
planet. Now they would travel to the sunset group, meet with them
for a while, then travel down to the surface. The whales began to
sing a goodbye lullaby as the ship slowly and carefully departed.
They met with
the sunset group. Gongorealgun and Gonzoxanthullii were very
formal, somewhat reserved, but polite and gracious. They
complimented everyone on the powerful song and said they joined in with
their brothers. Some of the final power came from their combined
voices and helped lift the piece from the mundane to the
ethereal. The Admiral assured them Chuchulack gave them full
credit for their generous and stirring participation. They didn’t
spend as much time with the sunset group and were on their way to the
docking platforms at Venus’ space port. Captain Vinceeth ordered
his crew to turn over docking procedures to the Venusian computers, and
they expertly guided the ship down through the thick atmosphere,
through the giant air-lock gates, onto the docking platform.
strapped in tight for the landing, but it went as smooth as a feather
landing on eider down. The Captain gave the ‘all clear’ command,
and the bosun piped for everyone to unfasten their seat belts as they
had safely arrived on Venus. There was great activity and
excitement as the cowboys helped the critters from their safety straps,
and everyone was free to move about. At the Admiral’s suggestion,
they began to move to the exit of the great ship. They still had
some time before the air-locks were completely closed and the area
flooded with breathable air. The air on Venus contained a bit
larger percentage of oxygen than Earth, but not enough to cause any
problems during a short visit. If humans and Earth critters were
to remain on Venus for any length of time it would take some therapy to
get used to the enriched atmosphere. It took Darryl a while to
adjust to slightly less oxygen on Earth.
They were met by
an official welcoming delegation who escorted them to their quarters on
Venus. There were video cameras everywhere. Darryl,
the albino Venusian, had developed a near cult following among the
people. For a race of people who had previously been somewhat
xenophobic now seemed to have thrown the doors wide open to new ideas
and experiences. They couldn’t get enough. There was more
to it than that, but Lazarus and Trey were not to discover the real
reasons for the Venusian’s exclusiveness until later. For the
moment, the visitors were here, and it was enough. So far, Darryl
was the only Venusian to venture off world and the populace looked upon
him as a super hero. Poor Darryl was overwhelmed. He had no
idea of his new political clout or popularity. His life had
become so conjoined with his new friends, he had a difficult time
relating with his old home world. When he contacted his
accountant and was told his net worth, he fainted. He had become
the wealthiest Venusian in the history of their world.
* * * * * * *
put up their guest at one of their finest hotels. Since
everything was underground, sometimes the buildings reached almost to
the ceiling of the vast caves. The men and critters were housed
in one of the newest and most elegant. They were seen to night
and day and anything they wanted was taken care of immediately.
They were treated like visiting royalty, and everywhere they went or
whatever they did was televised. The only time they weren’t
before the cameras was in private. The Venusians loved the coyote
cowboys and couldn’t get enough of them. The cowboys, the
critters, and Brett Jones were what they most wanted to see.
Fortunately, the boys were on their best behavior. That evening,
after a huge banquet in their honor and many welcoming speeches they
returned to their quarters and collapsed. Even the littlest
cowboy’s tongues were hanging out. They didn’t have to be
threatened or cajoled to join their big brother and Lazarus in the
shower to get them ready for bed. Waco and his warrior-master
retired early. Waco’s lummox slave was staying in the room
adjoining their suite. By the time they crawled into bed they
were asleep. Waco dreamed of floating above the bed and looked
down at himself and his suitor lying together. He dropped down to
steal a kiss from his warrior, but entered his head instead. He
found Trey’s switch and massaged it to turn it on. He made a
suggestion Trey would only hear him and what he chose to hear. He
was free to make the choice.
<< This is
different. >> thought Trey in his sleep. << Am I awake or
between, Captain. I’m here with you. If you’re comfortable
we can remain asleep. If you’d rather we could be awake.
This way I can take you anywhere I choose. >> Waco smiled at him.
you believe I get tired of being in charge all the time and sometimes
long for someone to take me by the hand and lead me? >> Trey
Sir. I can understand it. Come with me, Sir. >> Waco
offered his hand. Trey smiled at him and took it. Waco led
him into a beautifully colored valley. It was a riot of colors
from all kinds of flowers. It was like something wasn’t there,
and then it would be there, like Waco was creating the scenery as they
were walking along. Trey had to admit, he was very good at
it. It was a bright and sunny day. Trey could feel the
warmth from the sun on his naked body, and it felt like a battery
recharging his spirit.
this is wonderful. >> he projected quietly. << Just what I
They came upon a
rise and walked to the top, hand in hand. When they crested the
top, Trey looked into the next valley and saw the most incredible
creature he’d ever witnessed. As they came closer, he realized it
was his apprentice’s lummox slave, but Ox was different somehow.
He was more human. He still had strong lummox features, but he
had a different appeal to Trey than ever before. Trey could see
his normally large male breasts were full to capacity with milk.
His mouth began to water at the memory of the taste.
<< Are you
putting these thoughts into my head, cowboy? >>
the images, Sir, not the thoughts. I thought if I asked Ox to
join us you might get a hanker’n for more of his milk. I think if
you have a little more, and my guidance it might do the trick of
helping you learn to control your new gift. >>
not? What’s in a dream, eh? >> Trey laughed.
They joined Ox
as he moved and sat in the shade under a huge Bodhi tree Waco created
for the moment. It was a magnificent tree, of which, even a time
would be proud. Waco took one hand, Ox took his other, and
they pulled him into them. Ox took Trey’s head in his enormous
paw and gently pulled him to his right teat. The smell and sexual
pheromones were so powerful from Ox’s big lummox body Trey couldn’t
resist, wrapped his lips around the big brown teat and began to
suck. Warm, sweet lummox milk began to flow forth. It was
the most sensual and complete feeling he’d experienced since
childhood. He couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to. He
engorged himself until he could drink no more. To make matters
even more exciting for him, he could feel his apprentice hooked up to
Ox’s other teat enjoying the same experience with him. Tits
for two or folie ‘a deux? Trey couldn’t be sure, but it didn’t
matter. He was more relaxed than he had been in months. For
once, life was being given to him freely. All he had to do was
enjoy. He ignored the ominous storm clouds gathering in the
distance. If he didn’t ask, perhaps they would go away.
After all, this was his apprentice’s show. He was only along for
End Of Chapter
50 ~ Waco’s Lummox
2007/2008 ~ Waddie Greywolf