attempt to teach a pig to sing. It is a waste of time and it
annoys the pig." ~ Lazarus Long in Time Enough for Love by R.
Things didn’t go
as well for Coyote John as they did for Monty. That’s not to say
the Potter/Goodnight ranch treated their slaves much different.
They were a younger ranch and simply hadn’t experienced any baby slaves
who were borderline incorrigibles. Louden Austin and Fuzzy
Daniels were about the worst cowboy slaves they had, but most of their
problems were not due to lack of work ethic, but from bone headed
stupid social inadequacies, but every now and then they
showed promise; enough to make their slave daddies, big Bart and Telly
think there might be a slim chance, a small glimmer of hope, they just
may grow up one fine day. When they got out of line, they were
quickly checked and reined in. Whatever they did to cause
embarrassment to the other cowboy slaves was taken into serious
consideration. Together, the eight lead cowboys formed a loose
association of a governing body in which Phil Pie became an
unofficial spokesman, Eli Stone became secretary, and Bart and Telly
became sergeant’s-at-arms and main muscle. While all the cowboys
were good size men, Bart and Telly were the enforcers. They were
greatly respected, not only for their mass, but also for their work
ethics, good hearts and equal sense of fairness. Loud and Fuzzy’s
actions would be discussed with the other lead cowboys who would reach
an agreement and they would be punished accordingly if a majority
thought they deserved it. Rarely was corporal punishment
administered. More often, it would be some form of denial of
privileges or public embarrassment.
volunteer slaves from the colonies were younger hands, but they’d been
around enough they were not naive about what went on with cowboy
slaves. Besides, they were bonded pairs themselves and
problems fitting into their young master’s cowboy slave family.
They were expected to make themselves available to the lead
cowboys for three months to establish a secure pecking order, but aside
from several evenings of token sex, they were pretty much left to
themselves. Since Shane and Cole were pretty tightly bonded they
were wise enough to leave the running of the cowboy slaves’ internal
family affairs with the eight lead cowboys. Surprisingly enough,
the cowboys with whom they had the least amount of trouble was the four
volunteer ‘freemen’ cowboys who heard about the Potter/Goodnight ranch,
found their way there and petitioned Boss Potter, Shane and Ramrod
Jenkins to take them in.
The old judge drew up an ironclad
contract which was read to them, discussed thoroughly and signed before
they would agree to take them on. Their duties and obligations to
masters, ramrod, and even the slaves on the ranch was spelled out in
detail. They were required to complete a three month baby slave
period and required to service and put out for the eight lead cowboy
slaves just like any slave. The current governing body of lead
cowboy slaves would have final say
in their daily lives as well as the slaves. There was nothing
left to the imagination or a chance misunderstanding. One
refusal would be grounds for expulsion and the lead cowboy's word was
final with the foreman and his ramrod. They
also made to understand they would be working only for their keep and
no salary would be provided. They knew and understood the
requirements for living on the ranch as cowboy slaves and each lived up
to their contracts to the letter or they had to leave. Very few
Most adapted quickly, became fine cowboys and
worked as hard as any slave for their keep. A couple were
recommended for positions at other ranches and became salaried
employees. Over the years, they, in turn, helped other ‘freemen’
brothers get better positions. Thus, a tradition was born at the
Potter/Goodnight ranch and as times got worse they had a steady stream
of volunteer ‘freemen’ cowboys. Men who were totally
hard core straights, anti-homo rednecks before, found themselves in a
live, understand, adjust, participate or die situation. They were
forced to face their fears, get over their phobias, and swallow their
pride along with the cowboy slave's and other bodily fluids. Like
else in life, once they got over their fear, the rest came
naturally. Unfortunately, some couldn’t; they clung to their
fears, their prejudices and perished.
Coyote John was
surprised he wasn’t going to a Cheney camp. He was sure his old
man gave up on him and wouldn’t try to pull any strings. He was
smart enough to realize his dad could be a man of quiet mystery and
would sometimes play a powerful role behind the scenes; but, not this
time; Coyote was convinced he spent his last nickel of his dad’s love
for him. His spirits were somewhat uplifted by the fact he was
going to become a cowboy slave. He always fancied himself a
cowboy and thought the life might not be so bad. He would soon
the two ignorant, redneck cowpokes who thought he was going to be their
slave mind fucked in and have them dancing to his tune in no
What Coyote John didn’t know was, his dad, the older chief, had nothing
to do with his purchase by the Grange.
It was a unanimous
decision by the major players of the organization, who, out of love for
Little Bear, compassion for the Tin Penny family and tribe in general,
Coyote would be purchased and given to the rancher and/or slave trainer
who they thought most likely could break him, and turn him into a
and productive slave. They weren’t asking for miracles.
They figured if any men could break him and rebuild him, it would be
Angus Goodnight and Jimmy Joe Russell. The rancher and his
accompanied by two deputies came to get him from the holding cell where
he was waiting. The deputies were Doug and Brody Tin Penny.
Jimmy Joe reached into a small backpack he was carrying and handed a
nylon belt/harness contraption to Doug. Both deputies were
carrying cattle prods.
Doug ordered his older brother.
what the fuck is this?” Coyote John flashed his usual Till Eulenspiegel
grin but refused to make a move to undress. Doug nodded his head
to Brody, his brother touched the end of his cattle prod to Coyote’s
backside and pulled the trigger. John was writhing on the floor,
moaning and groaning, cursing his brothers and asking why they did that
“You ain’t a man
no more, you’re a slave. You’re just a piece of raw meat;
undomesticated livestock to these men. You will be broken,
trained and must earn the right to be treated better than a base
animal. You’re little more to them than a piece of cow dung,
waiting for them to tear you down and rebuild you into something they
can use. Until then, you’ll be treated as the dumb animal you
are. You will speak only when spoken to or you will be
punished. From now on, you will call any freeman ‘master’
including me and Officer Brody. When the judge sentenced you to a
lifetime of slavery and banged his gavel you stopped being our
brother.” Coyote John pulled himself together and managed to get
his clothes off. “Pull yore’ boots back on.” Doug ordered him and
he complied. “Stand!” Doug ordered. Brody got
busy with the nylon belt and fastened it at John’s backside.
There were cuff restraints on the sides and Brody fastened them tightly
around his wrists. Coyote couldn't move his hands from his
side. There were two straps on the belt that ran down in a "V" to
Coyote's crotch and attached to a metal ring. Brody managed
to shove Coyote's cock and balls through the ring and let the strap
dangle in front of him.
Jimmy Joe got
another contraption from his bag. It was a circular device that
looked like a small, highly polished donut. It came apart into
two halves. He donned a pair of throwaway surgical gloves, knelt
in front of Coyote John and without asking grabbed hold of his ball
sack and began milking his balls to collect the loose skin to tighten
his thumb and forefinger around. He instructed Brody to put the
two halves of the device around the loose skin and lock them together
with a keyed allen wrench. They were careful not to pinch any
skin so the device rode smoothly on top of Coyote John’s big
balls. Brody was impressed it weighed quite a bit for such a
small object. There was no way the slave could remove the device
without the key or cutting his balls off.
ordered him to lean over and put his head on the lower bunk and spread
his feet. Coyote needed assistance from the officers to keep from
falling over, but he managed to comply. Ramrod Russell took a
large metal butt plug from his backpack, applied some bag balm to it
and proceeded to work it up Coyote’s ass. He was complaining,
whinging, squirming and moving away from the intrusion and Jimmy Joe
was having a Devil of a time getting him to take it.
“Allow me, Sir.”
spoke Doug Tin Penny. He took it away from Jimmy Joe, placed the
cold tip at his big brother’s hole, took his knee, brought it up hard
against the rear of the plug and drove it home in one swift
movement. Coyote John gasped, then let out a scream you could
hear in both jails. The other officers looked at each other and
smiled knowingly. They knew Coyote John just became a freshly
done! Thanks, Officer Tin Penny.” said Jimmy Joe as he took the
strap dangling from the cock ring, pulled it under and up the crack of
Coyote's ass and attached it to a buckle on the rear of his waist belt,
making sure he pulled it sharply, strapping the butt plug in
tight. Coyote let out a deep groan. When Jimmy Joe
tightened the butt strap on the harness, it caused Coyote John's cock
and balls to stand up and out from his body making them very prominent.
Sir. Glad to be of help.” They got Coyote John
back on his feet and fastened a
large, heavy metal collar around his neck, to which they attached a
six foot heavy-duty chain. Doug was standing
directly in front of his older brother. He reached down and
cupped Coyote's balls in his hand. He grinned at his brother as
he lifted them
with his hand feeling the heft and extra weight of the thick crome ring
riding on top of his balls. He let them drop to see if it caused
his smart ass brother any discomfort. It did, Coyote
grimaced. Doug took the end of the chain from Jimmy Joe to lead
Coyote out of his cell.
gonna’ take me out a’ here naked, are you?” Coyote John asked
with horror on his face. Jimmy Joe removed a small remote control
device from his backpack and switched it to the ‘on’ position. He
aimed it at Coyote John’s balls and pressed the red button.
Coyote got a look of stricken horror on his face. His balls felt
like they were set on fire as an electrical charge surged through them
and to the
metal butt plug in his ass causing his sphincter to spasm like he was
being fucked by the metal plug up his butt. It caused the big
thing to slam into
his ass as deep as it could get before being stopped by the larger
flared base. The slave started jumping up and down, bucking and
pitching, backward and forward, yelling and screaming for Jimmy Joe to
“That was the
lowest setting. There’s five more settings on 'niss damn
Anything past three and it’s guaranteed to knock you out for ten
minutes. Let that be a lesson to you, slave, you don’t speak
unless spoken to. You better listen to Officer Tin
Penny. A slave
owner can treat his slaves anyway he pleases, and ‘yes,’ we’re gonna’
take you out of here buck-ass naked. You
ain’t a man no more, you’re a piece of livestock. You ain't no
better'n one of our cows. Why should we treat you any
different. When's the last time
you saw a cow
wearing clothes?” Jimmy Joe asked rhetorically, “Git used to it.
You’ll be naked a lot from now on.” he reached into his bag again and
produced a perfect replica of a good size male penis in a soft
rubber. “Here, this'll shut him up. Let him suck on a
rubber husband. He needs to git used to have'n his mouth full of
cock.” Jimmy Joe said to Doug as
he handed him the penis gag. Doug moved to put it into Coyote’s
“I promise, I
won’t say no more.” Coyote pleaded.
slave. What you want don’t matter none no more; yore’ master
it inserted, and it will be. Open wide!” Doug commanded.
There was no way Coyote was going to open his mouth until Jimmy Joe
pressed the red button again and another huge jolt of electricity ran
through his balls and slammed the big plug deep into his ass
Coyote John jumped, his mouth flew open to yell just long enough
for Doug to quickly shove it down his throat and strap it in tight.
technology wonderful?” Jimmy Joe grinned. The men laughed and
“Better git used
to suck’n on it, slave.” Doug Tin Penny advised the new slave, “You’ll
be suck’n on the real thing soon enough. By the way, Master Angus
and Ramrod Russell, after you git him broken in real good, me and ma’
brother would appreciate it if’n we could come out to your ranch and
spend a little one-on-one time with this slave. Me’n ma’ little
brother, we done talked it over; we’d both like to butt fuck him and
have him suck us off; maybe at the same time. Oh, yes, and I
can't speak for my little brother, but I’d particularly like to have
him suck and clean my asshole real good for me.” said Doug
Officer Tin Penny. We’ll be happy to have you men out. He
should be ready for your use in about three months, maybe less.
Well let you men know. Three months is our cut off date for
him. He either shapes up and accepts his new life as a slave in
that period of time, or we’ll cut his balls off and send him on to a
Cheney camp. We won’t waste one day over three months on him.”
“That would be
great, Mr. Goodnight, Mr. Russell, we’d shore’ ‘nuff appreciate it.”
added Brody. “I’m sure this slave won’t mind lick’n our asses
clean like he forced his young cell mate to do for six months. Me
and ma’ bro, here, are firm believers in the ‘golden rule.’” Brody
grinned. The men laughed.
“Even if we
can’t break him, we’ll have you men out so’s you can have a chance to
butt fuck him and fuck his face real good before we ship him off to a
Cheney camp. We’ll have you out for his clip’n if’n we decide to
“That would be
great, Sir. Thanks.” said Doug.
couldn’t believe his brothers would turn on him so quickly and actively
seek to take advantage of him. What he didn’t know was Angus and
Jimmy Joe put his brothers up to it to make him feel deserted and alone
in the world. It was hard for Brody. Doug, not so
much. Much to Coyote’s horror, they frog marched him out of the
holding cell into the main corridor of the courthouse and down to the
record’s office. There were many people milling about, coming and
going in the halls and little kids with their parents were laughing and
pointing at the naked slave. The men walked passed Coyote’s
family. They turned their backs to him as a message they were
cutting him out of their lives and memories by refusing to look upon
him. He was an embarrassment to them and their people. One
little white boy ran up to Coyote, grabbed his big cock and pulled on
it. In poorer societies, it was believed if a child ran up to a
fat man and patted his belly they would have good luck, abundant food
and never starve to death; similarly, there were children’s legends
which developed around the new slave society, if you ran up and pulled
on a naked slave’s cock you would never grow up to be a slave
yourself. It was called ‘tug’n on a slave’ for good luck.
Another little boy was more polite and asked Jimmy Joe if he might tug
on his slave’s cock.
“Sure, Son, help
yourself; grab yore'self a big ole handful, and yank on it good'n
hard. Make him feel it. Stand still and put it out there
for the boy, slave!” Jimmy Joe ordered Coyote John and goosed him in
his butt with his thumb. John instinctively shoved his hips
forward. Jimmy Joe smiled as the kid yanked Coyote’s dick really
hard and caused him to double over. Everyone laughed at
him. “Good for you, Son! He’ll remember that tug.” Jimmy
Joe complimented the kid as the boy’s cowboy dad looked on with pride.
silver ring around his ball sack for, Sir?” the kid asked.
“It’s new slave
technology. It’s to control an unruly, incorrigible slave like
him. You can make him do anything you want with it. It
sends a jolt of electricity through his testicles. On the lower
settings, it’ll makes him dance. You wanna’ see him dance?” Jimmy
Joe asked the kid.
“Yes, Sir, make
him dance for me, Mr. Russell.” the kid asked as several more gathered
“Dance for the
kid, slave.” Jimmy Joe grinned and ordered Coyote John.
glared at Jimmy Joe behind his penis gag. Ramrod Russell didn’t
need to be a mind reader to understand Coyote's tacit message telling
him to go fuck
himself. He grinned at Coyote John as he handed the kid the
remote control. “Tap that red button once real quick-like,
Son.” The kid did as instructed and Coyote John started bucking
and pitching, as his ass was being fucked hard by the huge metal plug
up his butt. It looked like he was dancing. The kids went
crazy laughing and everyone wanted to press the button.
“If he stops
dance’n, hit the button again.” Jimmy Joe instructed them. Coyote
John was doing an impromptu Texas buck and wing clog dance for ten
minutes or more, but the strangest thing was, he didn’t know how to
clog. Every time he stopped or slowed down there would be another
kid waiting to press his button. Coyote John reminded Angus of
the Irish clog dancers because his hands were attached to the belt
around his waist and while his feet could move he couldn’t move his
upper torso. Finally, Jimmy Joe reclaimed the remote much to the
moans and groans of displeasure from the kids who were really enjoying
the show. Many of their male parents were enjoying it just as
much. Jimmy Joe and Angus could see wet spots appearing at the
crotch of their daddy’s Wranglers. Jimmy Joe tapped the red
button a few more times just to make him dance some more for the
kids. Jimmy Joe was impressed. He thought Coyote John could
dance pretty damn good with the proper motivation. Coyote John
was never so humiliated in his life. That’s exactly what his
new owners were hoping for.
Jimmy Joe goosed
his new slave with his thumb to get him walking again. They
reached the records office, the paperwork was completed, and a radio
frequency identification chip was implanted deep within the muscle
tissue of Coyote John’s shoulder. All his information was entered
into a unit and downloaded into the chip. It was tested and found
to be working properly. They led Coyote John out to Angus’ pickup
truck with the big chain hooked to the metal collar around his
neck. Jimmy Joe let the tailgate down and order him up into the
bed of the truck. Coyote managed to scoot his ass onto the
bed. Jimmy Joe wrapped the chain around the fifth wheel and
locked it with a padlock he had ready. Coyote couldn’t sit up
because Jimmy Joe pulled his neck down close to the fifth wheel.
It was a warm spring day and the bed of the truck was hot. Jimmy
Joe threw a heavy canvas tarp over Coyote to completely cover him and
weighted it down with some blocks of sweetened salt lick for the
cattle. Coyote figured it would cool off after they got under
way, and he was right. Angus didn’t spare the horses driving out
to the ranch.
arrived, the slaves were gathered to get a look at the new baby
slave. The other baby slaves were broken and fully
integrated into the greater slave family, but Angus and Jimmy Joe
decided they needed several new salves, of which, Coyote John was the
first. There would be several others arriving within the
week. Jimmy Joe gave one of his trustee slaves the key to the
padlock, and he helped Coyote John out of the truck. Jimmy Joe
was not a hands-on foreman like Bill Birdsall, but he got good
results. In many cases he got better results than Birdsall.
He learned one
important thing as a slave; when breaking a new slave, let your slaves
do the work.
“You know what
to do, gentlemen.” Jimmy Joe told them
Russell. We’ll take care of him, Sir.” said Dusty Finch one of
Jimmy Joe’s most trusted slaves.
later Dusty came and got Jimmy Joe to inspect the new slave.
Coyote John was transformed. He now looked like a slave. He
was completely denuded of hair from his head to his toes. He
suffered the indignity of being cleaned out on the slave rack by his
brother slaves and had a big black plug inserted up his ass. He
was mounted on a leather covered slave fucking horse made for the
purpose with his ass at an inviting height for his new master to fuck
him for his first time. His upper torso was strapped down tight
and his hands were attached to a set of rubber pegs like the ends of a
motorcycle handlebars. He could grip onto them like he was riding
a bike. His waist was strapped down tight, but they placed his
boots in a set of stirrups. With a little experimenting he found
he could raise and lower his ass like a jockey riding a thoroughbred
might. His ass was sticking out from the bench in exactly the
same position one might see a jockey on a race horse.
‘My, God!’ he
thought to himself, ‘They don’t really think I’m gonna’ ride his cock
like a jockey, do they?’
He no sooner had
the thought when one of his slave attendants explained. He
slapped Coyote John on his ass to get his attention.
“Lemme’ see you
use them stirrups, slave. I wanna’ check to see if I need to
Coyote moved his
ass around in them as ordered.
attendant slave allowed, “Them stirrups is for yore' use, brother,
but you don’t gotta’ use ‘em a' tall if'n you don’t want to.
matter none, you’s still gonna’ git fucked. I took to the saddle
pert-damn quick. I learned the more I put into my master’s ride
the more I got out of it. It hurt like a mother fucker at first,
but after a while his big ole dick got to feeling pert-damn good in ma’
ass. Seemed like a damn shame not to git the most pleasure
I could out a’ some’um I didn’t have no control over. Like they
says, if’n it feels good, do it. When we see you rise up in them
stirrups when our master’s fuck’n you, us slaves will know you’re
beginning to take to his saddle. Don’t let us down, bubba, the
quicker you break, the easier it’s gonna’ be on you and
forced a heavy duty contraption into his mouth which opened it wide
enough to get a good size man’s cock into it but protected him from the
slave’s teeth. The small opening between the teeth dams was made
of a flexible rubber and shaped to look like a man anus. The
slave couldn’t speak with it in his mouth and he lay there in silence.
“Is he clean?”
asked Jimmy Joe.
Ramrod.” replied Dusty, “I watched him take the last bag of
water. I made him hold it for ten minutes and kneaded his belly
ma’self. He’s good’n clean.”
“Good, I’ll get
Master Angus, and we’ll git him fucked.”
“You think he’s
a virgin, Ramrod?” asked one of the cowboys.
“I’d bet my
bottom dollar on it, Son.” Jimmy Joe smiled. The slaves didn’t
hide their excitement. Coyote John could only lie there and
wonder what it might feel like to be anally assaulted. It was bad
enough having a huge plug shoved up his butt, but his ass seemed to be
adjusting to the discomfort. He would soon find out what his
brothers warned him about. He would experience what he put Monty
through. To Coyote John's surprise, the kid quickly learned to
relax and enjoy his brand
of rough sex and gave back more than he asked. He tightened
every muscle in his body thinking perhaps, by some miracle he might
break the bonds that bound him so tightly to the leather table.
There was a hole in the table where his genitals hung free. He
wondered what the significance was? Would there be someone
under the table to suck him off and give him pleasure? Not too
likely, he concluded. Then the thought occurred to him it might
be to see if he ejaculated while getting raped. What if he lost
control and couldn't stop it from happening? He feared that most
of all. To him it would be the greatest of indignities, the
returned with Master Angus. Angus was no novice to breaking a
new slave and he didn't look upon Coyote John as anything
special. He knew of his reputation, but once a slave was strapped
to the fucking-horse he was just another piece of slave meat. It
was a ritual on all ranches the new owner and master
would be the first to bust a new slave’s cherry. It immediately
established a pecking order and clearly defined to a slave who the
alpha-male in his life would be from that moment on. Angus had no
problem being completely nude in front of his slaves. He had no
sense of false modesty. He didn’t have to, he owned every man
there and he was as big or bigger than almost all of them with the
exception of his ramrod. Certainly, with twenty years experience
of being a slave, Jimmy Joe Russell had no qualms about being nude in
front of his slaves or his employer. He was no johnny-come-lately
to the ritual from either side of the street. His slaves
did a good job preparing John, and he looked like a Christmas goose
ready to go into the oven. He was already greased and
plugged. A couple of the older slaves stepped forward and helped
their master undress.
Ramrod?" Angus invited Jimmy Joe, "I see they have his mouth
harnessed. Good work, gentlemen.” Angus praised his slaves for
doing a good job. He set in the chair provided for him and one
helped him off with his boots. They carefully folded his clothes,
and when he was nude, held his boots for him to step into. One of
his favorite slaves, Nick, volunteered to slick his master's cock with
fine, Nick, but after you git me good and hard, I think we’ll grease me
up with some bag balm. We’re out to break this animal, not to
him.” several of the slaves chuckled. Most were quite fond of
Angus and his dry sense of humor. Nick went to work on his master
and had him erect in no time. They brought out the large can of
bag balm and Nick used his hand to grease up his master’s Schlitz
tall-boy beer can sized dick. They removed the plug in Coyote’s
ass, but before he had a chance to breathe once, Angus replaced it with
fully erect penis. Suddenly Coyote felt his ass full of his
master’s cock. He groaned, not so much from pain as
embarrassment. Angus made it a requirement, unless a slave had
permission from him or his ramrod, every slave must to be present for
the first deflowering of a new, baby slave.
Long ago, Angus and
Bill made it a rule, no cowboy slave attending the deflowering ritual
would be allowed to wear clothes except for their boots; without their
boots a cowboy was just plumb naked. It made sense, because it
saved time and confusion. They didn’t have to cause a commotion
getting their clothes off so they could play with themselves or their
buddy, and Angus and Jimmy Joe admitted publically and privately many
times, they enjoyed watching their slaves enjoy themselves. There
were over sixty naked cowboy slaves standing around or sitting on
Indian or horse blankets thrown onto hay bales to get a good
look. The slaves created a small amphitheater in the round where
there was room for all and no one had a bad seat.
Jimmy Joe was
completely nude, except for his cowboy boots, and was standing at the
front of the new slave. He had Nick grease up his ten and a half
inches with bag balm. It helped to lubricate the slave’s throat
when he fucked his face. As Angus stood letting his big cock soak
in Coyote’s John’s ass, his ramrod slowly worked his big dick down his
throat. The slaves were encouraged to cheer their masters on or
encourage the new slave if they felt so inclined. Many did offer
words of encouragement to Coyote John. They told him they were
where he was once and for him to relax, submit and learn to enjoy it,
because this would be his life from now on. The quicker he was
broken, the easier it would be for him. Whether Coyote John was
moved by their encouraging word, their admonitions or not, no one could
say, but Angus and his
ramrod knew the plasticity of the human brain and the slave brain in
particular. You can make a man believe anything if you repeat it
enough times.* In Coyote John’s case it would definitely be to
his advantage. It could possibly save his life. It could
save him from castration and a death sentence if sent to a Cheney
camp. Life expectancy in the labor camps was less than two years.
As far as his
new master was concerned, the human beer can who was fucking his butt,
Coyote expected it to be much worse. Angus said it wasn’t his
intention to hurt or damage his property, and he was good to his
word. John heard him order his slave to grease him up good.
Since Coyote was pre-lubed to begin with, and somewhat stretched from
the butt plug, Angus’ fucking him was the least of his worries.
As a matter of fact, a few times he thought the big cowboy’s cock was
beginning to feel pretty damn good. Was this feeling what Monty
came to enjoy when Coyote John fucked him? Coyote John was having
enough problems learning to breathe as Jimmy Joe Russell fucked his
face, shutting off John’s air supply every time the cowboy took a
deeper stroke with his large penis down his throat. He soon
learned to grab a breath between strokes. The two men fucked from
both ends for a good while or at least until they were satisfied their
audience was sated and then decided to take what they needed.
They ramped up their fucking, but by that time John became loose
enough neither man was causing him much distress. Suddenly, all
pain was gone from both ends. As much as he fought against it he
was becoming overwhelmed by the raw physical exercise, strength and
sensuality of the two men’s sexual rut. Coyote got it in his head
they seemed to be working in consort, like they were trying to fuck
their way to each other through his body. He was nothing more
than their go between for sharing their love or sexual desire for each
other. How perverted was that? Strangely enough, it didn't
matter to him. The idea of him being little more than their come
bucket, became very powerful for him and God help him, he found himself
using the stirrups to raise his ass to allow Angus better depth and
ease of penetration. He could hear the jeers, cheers and comments
the other slaves when they saw him beginning to use his ass to fuck
back on Angus’ big beer can cock. He didn’t care, it felt too
damn good and Coyote John was all about his own pleasure. He
heard his fellow slaves call to him.
‘At’s it! Ride our master’s big cock, slave! Don’t make him
take it away from you. Give it up to him. H’it ain’t yore’
ass no more noways. It belongs to him. He owns yore’ fuck’n
ass! Show yore’ new owner what a good cowboy slave you’ll make
for him. Ride ‘em, cowboy! Give yore' master a good ride!”
greatest indignity came when he felt Angus Goodnight about to reach a
climax, and he felt Ramrod Russell began to ejaculate into his mouth
throat. He could feel Angus’ big beer can prick spilling forth
his cowboy seed inside him, and the feeling was too much for him.
His greatest fear was being realized. He felt his own orgasm
building and as hard as he tried, there was absolutely nothing he could
do to hold it back or stop it. He felt his ass muscle spasm
trying to chew Angus’ cock off as Coyote's penis shot volley after
volley under the bench. It didn’t go to waste. Angus
ordered one of the last batch of cowboy slaves to be ready to play
'catcher' if Coyote happened to ejaculate. After his first big
shot Coyote felt a pair of warm lips wrap around the head of his dick
to finish him off. It was the best feeling he ever experienced
life. He thought he might pass out from the ecstasy of the
moment. Other than Monty's last blowjob, it was the hardest he
ever shot. He was completely and thoroughly drained. How
could this happen? He lost control of his own body. He
immediately blamed it on being raped. What choice did he
have? They probably planned it that way just so's it would plant
a seed of doubt about himself in his mind. Whether Coyote wanted
to admit it or not, the men accomplished their goal. Coyote began
to wonder about himself. That's exactly what his masters
were hoping for.
After Angus and
Jimmy Joe pulled out, Angus asked for a show of hands of slaves who
wanted sloppy seconds, or thirds. Four cowboy slaves would get to
fuck either his ass or mouth. Angus picked the men and gave them
a number. Jimmy Joe was to supervise so no one got carried away
and hurt the new slave. Coyote John got fucked from both ends
twice more, and had to swallow two more loads. When they were
done, his ass was plugged again, but his mouth harness was removed and
replace by his life-like penis gag. Jimmy Joe ordered Coyote to
to Angus’ office. He taught him how a slave is suppose to stand
before his master; his hands behind his back, his feet slightly apart,
with his head bowed. Jimmy Joe removed his gag so he could speak,
but only if asked a direct question.
“This is the end
of your first day as a slave.” Angus began, “You will address me as
‘Master Angus’ or ‘Master Goodnight’ or just ‘Master.’ You will
refer to Ramrod Russell as ‘Master Jimmy Joe’ or ‘Ramrod Russell’
or ‘Master.’ Do you understand, slave?”
“Let’s try that
again, slave.” Angus prompted.
better. Once a week you will have fifteen minutes to say anything
to me what’s on your mind, but if you’re disrespectful or abusive you
will be punished. Remember your manners and you’ll do fine.
Do you understand, slave?”
Master Angus, I understand, Sir.”
Since this is your first day is there anything you wish to say to me?”
“What did you
think of your first training session as a slave?”
“I was expecting
“That could be
good or bad depending. We could always make it worse for you, but
I ain’t gonna’ do that. You may have been an incredibly dumb man
when you’s a freeman, slave, but I don't think you were stupid.
what’s expected of you. Here’s the bottom line. I didn’t
pay for you. The Grange paid for you. They gave you to me
to break, and make no mistake about it, I plan to do just that.
You got three months and not one day more. If, by some very slim
chance, you’s so insanely incorrigible you can’t be broken, or you’s
jes’ too damn stubborn and hardheaded, there are three steps I will
take before I sell you to recoup some of the money the Grange wasted on
you. I will have a slave-veterinarian remove all your teeth
without anesthetic; second, I will personally castrate you and
cauterize the wound with a hot branding iron; third, I ain’t gonna’
sell you to no Cheney camp. I can git twice as much for you if I
sell you to one of them new underground male slave brothels for the
sole purpose of pleasuring men who will pay large sums to have sex with
an incorrigible slave who has been made a eunuch. You will be
used up in about a year’s time and then sold to a rendering plant for
initial break-in period, you will be fucked like you was tonight every
night for the first two weeks. You will wear your butt plug
twenty-four hours a day for the first two weeks and will only be
allowed to remove it to take a shit. Your ramrod will fill you in
on the details, and he will assign two slave trustees to see to you
around the clock during your two week's indoctrination period. I
will be keeping watch on you and you will be given a grade at the end
of each day. Ramrod Russell will explain the score you must git
to be allowed to move onto your next level of slave training. I
can’t think of anything else. Do you have any further questions,
Take him back and get him locked down in his cage for the night.
Start him on his slave baby bottle tomorrow evening before his
fucking. Make sure he drinks it all. You know what to do.”
Boss.” Jimmy Joe answered.
"Oh, and by the
way, slave, glad you enjoyed my fuck'n. Only one out of ten
slaves drops their load the first time they git fucked. It never
fails, they's always the easiest to break. You must a' been a
Marine. Don't mean no disrespect to the Corps. An ex-Marine
is tough. He knows how to make the best of a situation, submit,
follow orders and become a team player to get the job done. You
keep that in mind, and we'll have you broken in no time." Angus
smiled at him. Thus began
Coyote John’s training. He had a hard time sleeping in his cage
that night with his ass plugged. They put a leather harness on
him so he couldn’t remove it during the night. The next day,
Coyote John was worked from sunup to sundown, cleaned up, fucked and
put away in his cage. He had no problem sleeping the second
night. After the second day he resigned himself to the longest
two weeks of his life. He could take it. He could take
anything they dished out. It wasn’t as tough as Marine Corp's
boot camp he’d been through as a young man, but he could see
similarities. The major difference was the Marines broke
him. He was sure Angus and Jimmy Joe couldn’t. He wouldn't
allow himself to consider the alternative. He was still holding
out for a miracle.
* * * * * * *
Lamb who made thee? Dost thou know who made thee; gave thee life
and bid thee feed, by the stream and o'er the mead; gave thee clothing
of delight, softest clothing wooly bright; gave thee such a tender
voice, making all the vales rejoice?” ~ William Blake
Shane and Cole
walked into the bunkhouse as the men were finishing
breakfast. Bart Swinson saw them first and shouted,
“Master in the
house!” all the men immediately stood including Monty.
“As you were,
gentlemen!” Shane ordered, and they sat down.
gentlemen?” asked one of the cooks. Shane looked at Cole and he
Brian, we’ll have a cup.” Shane replied.
Sir.” and two cups, their designated mugs, of steaming coffee were set
before them at the head of the table reserved for them.
“We jes’ come to
git our baby slave, Gentlemen. Since today’s Saturday, we’re
taking him for a visit with his old family to git some information we
need. I hope you had a good evening, Son.” Shane smiled at Monty.
“One of the best
evenings of my life, Master Shane. Do you think we might stop and
send Judge Anderson a dozen roses and a ‘thank you’ card, Sir?” Monty
winked at Bart and the big cowboy lit up like a Christmas tree.
Everyone at the table laughed at Monty’s sense of humor. Shane
and Cole didn’t have to ask with whom Monty spent his evening.
Bart Swinson had the biggest grin on his face, and he glowed bright red.
“That good, huh,
cowboy?” laughed Shane.
Master Goodnight.” Monty allowed. “Wouldn’t mind send’n a dozen to ma’
partner across the table there, neither.” Monty added for good
measure. It only got him more laughs and poor Bart blushed a
deeper shade of red.
have to look into that.” laughed Shane. “Ain’t nothing sez ‘thank you’
to a cowboy for a good ride quite like a dozen long stemmed American
Beauty roses.” Shane allowed. "Ma' Pa, here, always seems to
appreciate 'em." he added. Between Shane and Monty, they
the cowboys laughing their butts off.
“Are the Ongs
expecting us, Master?” Monty asked.
“We called last
night and set up an appointment for this morning, Son. They were
very gracious, and said they would love to have us visit. They’re
expecting us in a couple of hours, but if we leave after we finish this
cup of coffee, by the time we git them two dozen roses ordered and
drive there we should be right on time.” There was more laughter
from the cowboys. Monty grinned real big and winked again at
Bart. Telly seemed to be getting a kick out of his partner’s
embarrassment. Monty hugged and kissed his two daddy’s ‘goodbye’
and had a big hug for Bart and Telly. Telly grabbed an uneaten
piece of toast from the table and handed it to Monty.
“Here, just in
case they drive off and fergit you som'mers, leave a trail of crumbs
behind so’s you can find yore’ way home. I don’t wanna’ be
cheated out of my time in the saddle. I’d like to earn me a dozen
a’ them purdy roses, too.” Monty laughed, thanked the big cowboy for
his concern and assured him he would do just that.
Shane and Cole
had a couple of errands to run before driving to the Ong farm.
Shane gave serious thought to stopping and sending Judge Anderson a
dozen roses, a ‘thank you’ card and having Monty sign it, but thought
better of it. It might be taken the wrong way. The drive
over to the Ong farm didn’t take long. They had to pass by
Monty’s granddad’s place on the way and both men marveled at the size
of the property. They could barely see the roof of the old barn
off in the distance. It set in another valley and was obscured
from view from the road by many trees. Monty explained the creek
forked, up near the Ong’s property, and one branch went above the old
barn and the other behind it. The barn set on an island unto
itself. You had to drive across a rickety old bridge to get to
it. It was a considerable walk from the main house out
You couldn’t even see Monty’s shack off the rear of the barn from the
Cole judged it to be about a half mile from the main house. Monty
agree and said it was just over a half mile.
imagine a five year old child being left on his own that far from any
people or family. It made him so sad he wanted to cry. He
could see Cole thinking similar thoughts as he watched him bite his
lower lip. Instead, Shane settled for putting his arm
and pulling him close. Monty didn’t pull away. He knew what
his master was feeling. The kid seemed to soak up any affection
shown to him; not in an overly needy way, but grateful for any small
bit of love that came his way. They arrived and
the entire family came from the house including the elder Ongs.
The kids gathered with their families to be with Monty for a
while. When Monty jumped down from the truck a small voice
started yelling and a blur of a small body ran past everyone to get to
Daddy! Daddy!” cried a little buckaroo who was dressed like a
cowboy, complete with a fine pair of handmade buckaroo boots, Wranglers
and a big hat to fit his small head. He was in Monty’s arms
jibber-jabbering away in Chinese.
Dexter, switch to English.” Monty commanded. Instantly the kid
started talking in English.
“Oh, Daddy, I
been so worried. It’s been so long. I was all alone and
afraid. I fed myself for a while, but two of the generators went
out, and I was down to only one. I got so scared, but our Ong
brothers came and got me. I didn’t wanna’ leave in case you come
home, and I wasn’t there, but they promised you’d come looking for me
here. I helped them hook up a generator to their windmill, and
they been feeding me. They been so good to me, I’m so grateful
to them, but I missed you so much.” he went on and on like any human
kid might. Shane and Cole
were stunned by the boy. He looked like what they might imagine
Monty to look like at that age. Later, Mr. Ong showed them
pictures of the two boys standing side by side and you couldn’t tell
which was which; in fact, Cole guessed wrong. Mr. Ong insisted he
thought they were twin boys for months before he discovered Dexter
never ate food. Then when Monty began to grow and Dexter didn’t,
they knew something was amiss. They didn’t know for years Monty
built him. They just assumed someone left them alone together to
look out for one another. Dexter was so relieved his companion
was with him again he started crying. Shane never witnessed tears
in a bio-mechanical man before. He wasn’t sure Cable could
cry. Monty picked him up to hold him in his arms.
there. H’it’s all right, buckaroo. Yore’ daddy’s with you
now. I’m still here; I still love you.” Monty bussed a kiss on
“Will you take
me with you, Daddy? I love the Ongs. They’s so good to me,
and I do my best to help them, but I wanna’ be with you.” he pleaded.
“I don’t know,
Son. Daddy’s a slave now, and he probably ain’t gonna’ have time
to take care of you like he should. I want you to meet my master
and his right hand man.” Monty introduced
the boy-android to Shane and Cole. He looked at them like he was
recording their faces and running them through his memory banks to see
if he recognized them. He didn’t, but gave the proper response.
“It’s a pleasure
to meet you, Mr. Goodnight and Mr. Jenkins.” he shook both their
hands. Shane was impressed his grip was firm but not too firm and
felt warm to the touch. His skin was a highly developed polymer
that would rival David and Jonathan’s skin. “May I come live with
my daddy on your ranch, Sir?” he cut right to the chase.
“Well, it would
depend on a couple of things, Son. Do you think you might be
doing an injustice to the family who took you in, who have been caring
for you for half a year, and would you mind being by yourself for
periods of time while your daddy works for me?”
“I would feel
very sad leaving the Ongs, Mr. Goodnight. I would never do
anything to harm them or make them feel bad. I love them, Sir,
I would so love to be with my daddy even if it meant him going away and
leaving me for periods of time. He did leave me along when he was
up. I would have to spend long periods of time by myself, but I
tried to make myself useful. I kept house for him and cooked
some. I helped decorate our place. I’m good with tools and
fixing mechanical things. I just can’t fix myself. Monty
created me, Sir. He’s my father, and my first love is for him.”
made his argument. Shane couldn’t argue against logic like
that. Cole was impressed.
“Well, let us
visit with the Ongs, and we’ll talk about it, okay?” Shane told
him. Cole turned his head. He smiled to himself. He
knew Shane like the back of his hand. Cole knew in his heart
there was no
way his master and lover would let this priceless treasure get away
from him; not because he was greedy or coveted the android, but because
he wanted to protect it and make sure Monty held on to the boy.
Dexter was, for all practical purposes, Monty’s twin, his little
brother and his son.
Sir. Whatever you decide, I hope you take good care of my daddy.”
Dexter resigned himself.
“I promise, we
will, Son. He’s already captured our hearts and our
imaginations. We’ll be good to him, I promise.”
off to be with the Ong children. He told him he had to speak with
the older Ongs and for him to go play. Shane could tell he didn’t
want to go, but he dutifully followed his dad’s command and slowly
walked away. Shane couldn’t help notice, Dexter walked with a
cowboy swagger just like his daddy’s. Cole noticed, too, smiled
at Shane and shook his head in wonder.
his daddy’s boy.” Cole whispered.
Shane spoke softly, “I can’t imagine what we’ll find at his shack, Pa.”
“My guess is
it’s even more remarkable than Dexter.” Cole postulated.
we’re here for, the first step to gain access. It will be
difficult to wait.” Shane complained.
“I hear that.”
agreed Cole. “Since you bought me, my life has gone from terminally
dull to anxiously awaiting the next rush I’m gonna’ encounter around
the next corner. It’s like being hooked on a powerful drug.” he
“Believe me, Pa,
we share the same addiction. I’ve jes’ had mine five years longer
than you. I’m so hooked there ain’t no hope for a cure.” Shane
The Ongs would
hear of nothing but the men stay for lunch. Monty went off to
prepare food, and hollered for Dexter to come help him. The
men watched as Monty set Dexter upon a stool, gave him a knife and some
vegetables. An android can do any task ten times faster than a
human and Dexter was no exception. He could whisk through
any task Monty set before him. He was like a living Cuisinart and
Kitchen-Aid appliance with all attachments rolled into one. You
just didn’t want to stand too close when he was in action. Monty
was throwing things into a big wok and adding herbs, spices and exotic
oils with abandon and without measure. It was like it was second
nature to him. The older Ong grandmother looked on with love and
admiration for her young apprentices.
Shane and Cole
were left with Mr. and Mrs. Ong and a couple of the older boys who were
looking out for Dexter. One of the older sisters brought tea for
everyone. The Ongs were gracious hosts. Mr. Ong
brought out several photo albums and provided Shane with
numerous pictures of him and his sons helping move the cobbler and
leather working machines from Mr. Culpepper’s shop to Monty’s shack on
his granddad’s farm. He provided Shane with a couple of letters
from Mr. Culpepper stating he gave the machines to Monty, and if that
weren’t enough, Mr. Ong had the foresight to have the man sign a
notarized affidavit attesting to the fact he gave all his tools and
Monty. Mr. Ong was a very wise man. He gave credit to his
honored father for the idea. He commented his father told him, in
today’s world a man cannot be too careful. Shane and Cole were
duly impressed. Not only did they produce sufficient items of
proof, the Ongs had them photocopied for Shane. They had a folder
all prepared for him. If photocopies weren’t enough they were
ready to take the originals themselves and present them to the
judge. Shane was almost certain the copies would be adequate, and
he was right. Finally the matter came around to Dexter.
Monty to us, Mr. Goodnight. He become part of our family.”
started Mr. Ong, “Our children grow up with him. He very much a
part of who they are. We have second and now third generation who
enjoy and learn from him as their playmate. We watch him closely
many years, but no one ever see him do harm to another child or be mean
to one. He is gracious and will share anything with them.
Dexter never argue or insists on having his way. He come between
two when they get in each others' faces and angry about
something. He won’t let them play together until they apologize
and tell each other they still love one another. He tutors our
slow or lazy learners in school work. He know how to make
learning fun. He spend many hours going over school work until
they get it perfect. He save my kids and their children many
times when they would be hurt bad if him not take action.
We see him pick
up poisonous snakes, remove from yard before they have chance to bite
children. He no kill, but he carry snake far away so little
chance find way back to yard. Dexter perfect playmate and
companion for our kids, but sometimes they take him for granted; be
unwittingly meanspirited with him, and he don’t understand. We
greatly discourage children from hurting Dexter’s feelings, but you
can’t always predict how a child is going to respond to every
situation. Greatest punishment our family ever bring upon our
children is for being mean to Dexter. We just won’t tolerate
it. He never tries to seek revenge or stops caring about them,
but he does withdraw and a part of him shuts down. Sometime only
ones who can get through to him are my parents. He know how close
Monty is to my dad and mother. He feel same closeness for them,
and he tell my father the secrets of his thoughts. We sometimes
don’t know who benefit more, my parents or Dexter. I’m convinced
they would have given up on life number of years ago if not for Monty
and Dexter. For most part, Dexter be happy living with us,
and we try show him as much love as we can, but his heart, if he had
one, is with Monty. He thinks about him all the time. He
grieves for him. He pines for him. If he were human we seek
therapy for Dexter.”
Father,” one of his sons interrupted. “I mean no disrespect, but
Dexter does have a
heart. Monty’s heart beats for both.”
“My son is wiser
than his father, Mr. Goodnight. Of course you are correct,
Chong-li. Monty’s heart does beat for both.” Mr. Ong humbly
addressed his son, then continued with Shane and Cole, “Lately we
worried Dexter might try take own life. That’s how life-like
Dexter is to us and what great influence he and Monty have on us.
To say Dexter is intelligent toy, doll or android is not
true. I don’t care how intelligent a computer or android might
become, question baffle scientist, can machine ever be aware of
existence and have knowledge of own death. Believe us, Mr.
Goodnight, Dexter is aware of those things. He also aware of
human belief systems and has very decided opinions about them.
Since he have creator he can see and touch, he want to know if he
should worship Monty? He want to know if parents create us humans
why we not worship them? He want to know why people worship
imaginary father? Of all human concepts he understand, he have
hard time with 'religious faith.' How do you explain the
irrational to an intelligent machine? We have no answer for
him. Meaning no disrespect, but to tell truth, Mr.
Goodnight, we have hard time understanding.
If Dexter should
do something rash, I don’t think my parents could survive the sorrow of
losing him. You can’t know how despondent they been this past six
months Monty’s been in jail. If they didn’t have Dexter, I don’t
know what might happen. Monty wrote them and us every day he was
in jail and asked them to read his letters to Dexter. We tried to
keep Dexter informed about everything. You can’t imagine how hard
it was for us to keep him home when we come to court to be with
Monty. One of our oldest daughters and her husband and children
had to be here to take care of him. We would be happy to keep
Dexter for as long as necessary, but we don’t want to see him
deteriorate or starve himself to death. How would he do
that? By refusing to accept recharging, and we found out by
accident he has the power to do so. Do you have room for him, Mr.
Goodnight, so he can be closer to Monty?”
Shane was almost
in tears and his big cowboy companion, who never showed much emotion,
pulled out his bandana, wiped his eyes and quietly blew his nose.
He was as moved at his young master.
“Of course we
have room for Dexter, Mr. Ong. I couldn’t imagine leaving here
without him. I didn’t want to say anything earlier in front of
Dexter, but we are planning a place for Monty to live and work where he
can be close to Dexter, but we see another variable here. We had
no idea how closely knit and interconnected Monty and Dexter were with
your family. You are their extended family. Therefore, we
must arrange for you and your family
to come to the ranch at least one Sunday a month to have a relaxed day
of food and visit with them. You may come and spend the whole
day, and I hope you and your family might consider joining our
Grange. You will have the benefit of being invited to many other
functions we attend and we allow our slaves to attend with us, where
you can see and be with Monty and Dexter even more.
I don’t know
if oriental philosophies touch on time, people and situations who come
together for a given purpose as directed by some greater force in the
universe; a force we can only vaguely know about. I’m not talking
about a Christianist God, the God of Abraham, the God of Islam or any
of the other many gods worshiped by people on Earth. I’m talking
about an intelligence far older and wiser than is imagined in any of
Earth’s many religions. It is not a god or gods, but a highly
advanced intelligence. If you can understand that concept then
you’ll understand when I tell you Monty, Dexter, and your family will
become a part of our greater family, and you will be welcomed by all
within our Grange. If you need a demonstration to convince you of
what I’m talking about and what is to come, my partner and I will
gladly provide you with one.”
“What sort of
demonstration, Mr. Goodnight?”
“If you and your
sons will be so kind as to accompany me and my partner to your barn,
we’ll be happy to show you.” Shane invited them.
afterward we can return and have lunch.” Mr. Ong said. He picked
his three oldest boys and told the other to stay with his mother and
the family. The men leisurely walked down to the new barn on the
Ong property. Cole didn’t say a word. He already knew what
Shane was going to do. They got to the barn and walked well
“So you won’t
worry, Mr. Ong, and you can assure your father and mother, Dexter and
Monty will be well taken care of, I will show you something known only
to members of the Grange. I must also have your promise, you and
your family will join our Grange.”
“If they will
have us for members we would be honored, Mr. Goodnight.”
“Trust me, Mr.
Ong, your family will be accepted. Now don’t be frightened by
what you are about to see. There is no trickery with what you are
witness, only advanced science and technology. There are no gods
or mythological creatures involved. Kyron?” Shane called.
“I am here,
Captain Goodnight. I have seen and heard all.”
The Ong’s looked
all around for a source of the voice but could see nothing.
“Could you ask
Cable, David and Jonathan to join us for a few minutes.”
standing by, watching your and Mr. Jenkins progress with the Ongs,
Sir. They will be happy to join you.”
There was a
great flash of pure white light that caused the Ong’s to shield their
eyes, and there before them stood three of the most beautiful, handsome
naked men they ever saw. Their mouths dropped open.
“Mr. Ong, may I
introduce you to three of my closest friends and brothers. The
larger of the three is Cable, and then David and Jonathan.” Shane
motioned to each with his hand, “They are bio-mechanical men much like
Dexter. They live and work as our medical staff for the Grange in
the sickbay of a very large craft hidden in a deep cavern in the blue
granite mountains on my brother Charlie Goodnight’s ranch. They
are nude because they ain’t used to wearing clothing and to look upon
their beauty is enough to ask the question, why would anyone want to
cover such perfection?” the Ong men chuckled and even Mr. Ong smiled
and nodded. Shane spoke to the androids. “Thanks for
coming, gentlemen. I know you rarely leave sickbay, but I thought
meeting Mr. Ong and his sons might ease their minds about letting go of
completely, Captain Goodnight. Good to meet you gentlemen.”
Cable, David and Jonathan were gracious and shook the men’s
hands. “We have been following your meeting with Dexter, Captain
Goodnight. We are excited to meet him. We can’t imagine how
he might have been brought about. We would love to meet him and
get to know him and Monty.”
“I will bring
them to you as soon as possible.” Shane said to Cable. “I’d like
you to run some test on Monty and get to meet Dexter. I’m anxious
to see how he reacts to meeting others of his kind. I won’t keep
you gentlemen. Thanks for coming.” Shane told Cable, David and
Captain Shane, we’re happy to oblige. Once again it’s a pleasure
meeting you gentlemen. We’ll look forward to seeing you again in
our clinic. Be sure to bring your parents, we have miraculous
drugs to considerably prolong their lives. Goodbye for
now.” They waved and were gone in an instant with another flash
of light. Shane turned to Mr. Ong and his sons.
“I wanted you to
meet them to impress upon you the wonders the Grange has to offer and a
possible escape from this planet if worse comes to worse. I know
it’s a lot to take in, but this is just the first step. There are
many other wonders for you to discover. We promise, you won’t be
disappointed. We also promise you will be amazed.” Shane
“Wow, I’ll say!”
said one of Ong’s sons. “You weren’t kidding. Where is the
“Your son is a
smart man, Mr. Ong.” Shane complimented him.
display my three robo-cams.” Instantly there were three small
silver orbs the size of a large baseballs floating around Shane.
The men looked in awe at them. “That’s good, Kyron. Display
off, please.” They were invisible again. “Thanks, Kyron.”
“My partner has
three on him at all times. So will you if you join our
Grange. They aren’t for invasion of privacy. They are a
tool for protection and location should anything happen to us.
The artificially evolved intelligence, Kyron, is following everything
we do here
today. Cable, David and Jonathan are monitoring our visit with
you because they are keenly interested in Monty and especially
Dexter. The robo-cams work as surveillance cameras, protection,
and transportation devices. They can also be used as cloaking
devices. “Kyron, please cloak me and my partner.” Shane and
Cole disappeared before the men’s eyes. They gasped. “Don’t
be afraid, gentlemen, we’re still here. We’ve just been phase
shifted out of your visual sight range. It’s all
technology. Granted, an advanced technology, but basic science
nonetheless. You can hear us, but you can’t touch us. You
can walk right through us and never know we’re here. Back,
Kyron.” Shane commanded, and they were once again visible.
“There’s a lot more to them, but I’ve told you enough for today.
Keep what you’ve seen to yourselves until you bring your families into
“We will, Mr.
Goodnight, or should we call you Captain Goodnight.”
“Wait until you
join the Grange, and you will discover why I’m called Captain
Goodnight. Then, if you feel I deserve the honorific you may use
it at that time.”
“We will keep
these things to ourselves, Sir, we promise.” said Mr. Ong for himself
and his sons. “Thank you for trusting us with this information.
Your words you said earlier make sense. I always suspected there
was a greater intelligence in the universe we don’t know about.
tried to tell you about Monty without sounding like a crazy man.”
“I knew what you
were trying to tell me, Mr. Ong. I just didn’t understand the
depth and importance of Monty. I should have listened closer to
your description ‘to the tenth power.’” Shane smiled and patted him on
his back. He smiled and nodded his head in agreement. The
men walked back to the house and one of his sons asked,
expressed fear to one another this world may be coming to an end, Mr.
Goodnight. Is that what you meant about escaping?”
“Yes, Sir, it
“Do you know how
long we have?”
give or take. We can’t be sure because of variables.”
“Oh, my God.”
said Mr. Ong quietly. “If we join your Grange, Mr. Goodnight, is
there a chance our family might be saved?”
“That’s why I’m
inviting you to join, Mr. Ong. You and your family are good
people and you’re connected to two who have been sent to us for a
reason; therefore, you must be included. Because you and your
family were good enough to care for an important young man and his
companion, you have become a necessary part of the greater
picture. Have you ever heard the American Indian word
‘Koyaanisqatsi’? It means anything out of balance and sometimes
means the world is out of balance. It best describes your family
in relation to Monty and Dexter. For balance, one cannot exist
without the other. Each could exist separately, but neither
would be balanced. Dexter without Monty is unbalanced.
Monty isn’t fully balanced without Dexter. Monty and Dexter
without your family are unbalanced. You told me your lives
wouldn’t be the same without Monty. Your lives won’t be the same
without Dexter either. Do you understand what I’m saying?”
Mr. Ong nodded
his head he understood, then broke down and started sobbing with
relief. Shane put his big arm around him and held him close as
they walked back to the house.
“You and your
family will be all right, Mr. Ong. You won’t have time to grieve
for this world. You will be very busy. You will have a lot
to do. We have work for you and your family to help us. You
will live your lives as you have been doing as a cover for a greater
purpose of helping to get off this planet.”
recovered by the time the men returned to the big farm house.
Lunch was fantastic. Shane and Cole ate until they could eat no
more. It was the best Chinese food either ever ate.
They hadn’t eaten a lot but Cole had before he became a slave and so
had Shane. Monty was proud of himself because he prepared several
of the dishes and insisted they try each one. Everyone was better
than the last. Mr. Ong would take select bits and pieces of food
and place on their plates. It was an oriental tradition to give
the guest the best pieces of food. Mrs. Ong and her daughters
made up numerous cartons for them to take back to the ranch with
them. Finally it came time for them to leave. Mr. Ong got
Shane and Cole aside.
“Does Monty know
anything about what you showed us, Mr. Goodnight?”
“Naw, Sir, not
yet he don’t, so it might be helpful if you put in a good word to tell
him to have faith in us. We will tell him soon, but we need
a bit more time with him before we put all our cards on the
table. First, I want to get his personal belongings for him and
the machines for him to work with. He needs to have a job that
will be challenging and fulfilling for him. He seems to think
being a cobbler and leather artisan will provide that for him. I
will take your wise advice about seeing his shack before proceeding
idea. Monty excellent bootmaker and leather worker. He make
fine saddles. He give us first saddle he make. We use it
every day. He more than simple artisan. Monty an
artist. He take care of all our tack, saddles, chaps,
footwear. I’m sure there are other wonders he never share with
us. Perhaps he will with you, Sir. I know he already thinks
the world of you men. He told me he never met men like you
before, and he thinks he will be very happy as a slave on your ranch.”
running up to Shane and Cole. He just couldn’t wait any
longer. “Please take me with you, Master Goodnight. I won’t
get in the way, and I don’t eat much.”
Shane laughed at
Dexter's exuberance and picked him
up in his big arms. He was amazed, Dexter weighed hardly
anything. He reminded him of Bobby when he was so thin, but
Dexter didn’t look undernourished. He looked like a small six
year old boy should.
“What do you
think, Ramrod? Do we have a job for a half-pint buckaroo?” Shane
grinned and winked at Cole
“I reckon we do,
Master Goodnight. If nothing else we can always use him for a
hatrack or a bootjack.” Cole grinned at Dexter.
“I would be
happy to do either, Sir, just as long as I can be near my daddy.”
“I guess we
shouldn’t keep a young boy from his daddy, Ramrod. All right, you
can come with us, but you have to promise to be a good boy and take
good care of your daddy.”
“I promise I
“All right, say
‘goodbye’ to the Ong family and gather your things.” Shane instructed
him. Monty was thrilled they were taking Dexter with them.
He couldn’t thank Shane and Cole enough, but he had some concerns.
understand, Master Shane. How a’ my gonna’ take care of my
responsibilities to you as a slave and look after Dexter?”
“Same way you
lived before. You’ll spend time with him when you can; only, I
got a better plan where Dexter is more involved with everyone.”
“Would you share
it with me, Sir?”
Morris needs a little brother. I think there are things he can
learn from Dexter and things Dexter can learn from him. Does
Dexter sleep at night?” Shane asked.
“He goes into a
sleep mode while he’s recharging. He actually has dreams.
He tells me about his dreams sometimes. It only takes about six
hours to charge him for a full day, but if he’s in a bed with a human
he will lie dormant until he feels movement. He’ll lie there
until he knows they’re fully awake. He can’t over charge.
He’ll just lie there and accept a trickle charge. It’s part of
his manners routine I programed into him, but if he’s upset about
something he’s like any kid, he’ll worry and be up ever’ thirty
minutes. Somehow he’s learned to over ride his sleep manners
program if he’s upset about something. Maybe I’ll have a chance
to work on that and find out how to correct it.”
Mrs. Ong already
had a small suitcase of his things packed. He didn’t have a
lot. He took great care saying ‘goodbye’ to the elder Ongs.
He cried as he hugged and kissed them. They were both in
tears. Shane and Cole couldn’t get over how much the Ong family
treated the small android like he was a living, breathing entity.
Shane could understand their compassion thinking of Cable, David and
Jonathan as his brothers, but these were common folk who didn’t have
the advantage of being exposed to advanced technology like Shane and
Cole, yet it almost tore their hearts out to say ‘farewell.’ Cole
was quick to remind Shane later, the Ongs might be common farmers, but
they were of above average intelligence. Once again, Shane
admitted his pa was right. Mr. Ong and his sons shook Shane and
Cole’s hands and bowed deeply to them. So did the elderly
Ongs. Mr. Ong couldn’t thank them enough and asked Shane to let
them know about the progress of Monty and Dexter. Shane promised
he would keep them informed as often as he could, or he would have
get in touch with them. They were about ready to go.
“What about feed
for Dexter?” Shane asked Monty.
“Already in the
truck, Master. In an emergency I could feed him from a twelve
volt battery or a cheap battery charger. Mr. Ong’s boys gave us
an old one they had lying around. It’s in the back, but I got a
twelve volt generator from them as well. Won’t be no
problem. C’mon, Son, let’s us jump in the back.” Monty said
to Dexter and started for the crew cab.
“Naw, we can all
ride up front. I’ll hold Dexter. He ain’t heavy. That
way, if we wanna’ talk, we don’t have to be holler’n over our shoulders
at you. You git in the middle, Son.” Shane instructed
Monty. He smiled and jumped in ahead of Shane. Shane picked
up Dexter and got in next to him. After many waves ‘goodbye’ Cole
pulled away and headed for the blacktop. They pulled onto the
roadway and headed back to the ranch.
“What did you
tell Dad Ong, Master Shane? He told me he held you and Mr.
Jenkins in great esteem. He admonished me to trust you with
except I told them they were welcome to keep in touch with you and
Dexter, and we would schedule regular visits for their family to
come, share food and spend a relaxed afternoon with us.”
“He said you
were like me, Master. What did he mean by that?”
“What do you
think he meant, Son?”
“I know.” said
why are me and your daddy alike?”
beat at the same frequency.”
“He has enhanced
hearing, Master. He can hear our hearts beating.” Monty explained.
Scout, I think you jes’ might be right. That’s as good an answer
as any.” Shane complimented him. Dexter was pleased with himself.
“Did your daddy
make them fine pair of buckaroo boots you be wear’n, Honcho?” Shane
asked holding up one of Dexter’s small legs to get a better look.
“Yes, Sir, I
helped some, but he done most of the work. My daddy’s the best
bootmaker in the state of Texas; maybe even the world.” Dexter bragged.
I tell you about brag’n?” Monty chastised the boy.
“You are the
best bootmaker in Texas, Dad, and I said ‘maybe’ in the world.”
It ain’t brag’n when it’s a fact. Dexter defended himself quietly
like he didn’t want to make a bad situation worse.
mighty fine to this cowboy, Son.” Shane came to Dexter’s rescue.
Goodnight.” Dexter said quietly. “And thanks for letting me come
along, Sir. I’ll be a good slave for you.”
little one. I hope you’re gonna’ enjoy our ranch. Don’t
worry we’ll find a place for you.” Shane told him. Dexter gave
Shane a grateful hug.
told me as my master, I must share everything with you, Master
Goodnight. He told me to hold nothing back from you.” Monty said.
is a wise man. Since I will be responsible for you for the next
four and a half years, it would be in your best interest to share any
secrets you might have. It’s necessary for me to know everything
there is to know about you to take good care of you and Dexter;
otherwise, how can I do my job effectively? Furthermore, it’s my
right by law to know everything about you. That may sound harsh
to you, and with any other master it might be, but I ain’t out to take
from you what’s rightfully yours, Son, and I promise you will leave my
service with what you brought to it including any personal possessions
and companions. My job is to work with you to see you have a
comfortable life with us and work hard for me as my slave. I will
demand you be up-front and honest with me about everything, and I will
be honest with you in return.”
“I will, Master
Goodnight, I promise.”
anatomically correct, Son?” Shane casually asked Monty. Dexter
“I am, Master
Shane.” Dexter smiled real big.
“Is he fully
functional?” Shane asked.
Master, he ain’t old enough.” Monty explained. Somehow that
struck Cole and Shane funny, and they laughed.
“What gave you
the idea you was gonna' be my slave, Honcho?” Shane asked Dexter.
“You mean, I
ain’t? I thought since my daddy’s your slave I’s suppose to be,
too. I wanna’ be your slave, Master Shane.”
“Would that make
you feel more like you belonged,— to be my slave?” Shane asked.
Sir. It would mean you own me, just like you own my daddy.” he
“You have that
much faith in me, Son?” Shane asked in amusement.
I can tell a good man from a bad one, and I know you’re a good
man. I done told the Ongs you was a good man. They agreed
with me. I told them I wanted to be your slave. Granddad
Ong is a very conservative man. He don’t trust many white
men. He told me I must give myself to you, Master Goodnight.”
“What do you
think, Pa? Should I accept this young cowboy’s offer to give
himself to me to be my slave? I’d be the first ranch foreman in
the world to own myself the smallest, youngest bio-mechanical buckaroo
slave in history.” Shane grinned.
“You know I’m
the wrong one to ask.” Cole answered, “Sounds like a plan to me.
I can’t wait to hear you explain this one to Gil Morris, Poppa Pie and
the rest a’ them cowboys.” he laughed.
“So be it,
Honcho. If’n ma’ pa say’s it’s a good idea, who a’ my to say
‘no’? I accept yore’ gracious offer to become my cowboy
slave. You’ll be my number one cowboy slave in charge of ride’n
herd on yore’ daddy. How ‘bout that?”
“That would be
wonderful, Sir. Is Mr. Jenkins your daddy, Mr. Goodnight?
Does he ride herd on you, Sir?” Dexter asked innocently. Shane
and Cole broke up laughing.
later, Dexter.” Monty told him.
Dexter’s my slave-boy, now. He jes’ done give his-self to
me. He has a right to know about his master; just like you
do. Mr. Jenkins didn’t make me the way yore’ daddy made you,
Dexter, but he taught me almost all I know while I’s growing up.
My real daddy died when I’s just a baby, and I never knew him.
Mr. Jenkins sort of took over the job of being my daddy and ‘yes’ he
done rode herd on me for ten years. He still rides herd on
me. Like you think on Monty as your daddy, I think on Mr. Jenkins
as my daddy.”
sense. I understand that, but why is your daddy your slave, Mr.
Goodnight?” he asked like any child who didn’t understand something.
cringed. Cole and Shane were having a ball with the boy.
He was doing what he did best, being a kid. They didn’t mind his
questions. Dexter didn’t seem to have any hidden agendas other
than trying to understand the new situation in which he found himself,
and fortunately for him and Monty, Shane was a man who never lost touch
with the kid inside himself.
“It’s a valid
question, slave.” Shane said to Monty, “Mr. Jenkins, ma’ pa, is my
slave because he still had time to serve as a slave when I reached the
end of my indenturement and became a freeman. I love him so much
I didn’t wanna’ become a freeman without him, so I bought him from my
master to be my slave; however, I didn’t even try to buy him from our
master until I asked him one afternoon if he loved me enough to become
slave and follow me. He told me he did, and I bought him.
Besides, I wanted him to belong to me, because I don’t never want him
leaving me. It would break my heart. It’s sort of like you
want’n to be my slave. You told me you wanted to be my slave,
because it would make you feel more like you belong.”
that’s right, and it works. I feel like I belong to you.” Dexter
Jenkins belongs to me and in a way, as his son and master, I belong to
him; just like him and me will become a part of you and yore’ daddy’s
life and belong to you as yore’ master and ramrod. We look on our
slaves as family, Dexter.”
that. Do you wanna’ belong to Master Shane, Mr. Jenkins?” Dexter
sweet little buckaroo butt, cowboy. I’m his slave, he’s my
master, he owns me, I belong to him, and that’s the way I like
it. On another level he’s ma’ boy, and I’m his pa. I’ll
by my boy’s side as long as he needs me to be his slave and
longer. He done told me when he bought me for his slave he would
let me follow him wherever he goes. I love my master as my boy
and trust him to allow me to do that.”
wonderful, Mr. Jenkins. I wanna’ be a good slave for Master
Goodnight, so you and him can belong to me.”
“I have no doubt
you’ll be one of the finest slaves we ever owned, Honcho.”
Shane gave him a hug. “Maybe I should jes’ make you slave in
charge of giving your masters hugs. You do a pert-damn good job
“I like you
‘cause you got a silly side to you, Master Goodnight.” Dexter laughed.
“Well, if you
think on it, in every family, there’s room for that, too.” Shane
It was early
afternoon when the men got back to the ranch. Dexter was like
Monty the evening before. He was stunned by the beauty of he
ranch and got a look of wonder on his face. He talked with Shane
and Cole all the way back about one thing or another, but when the
ranch came into view he shut up and never said another word until they
parked the truck in front of the foreman’s house on the ridge of the
hill overlooking both valleys. Shane set Dexter down and waited
for Monty to get down from the truck. Dexter looked around and
almost stopped responding for a moment.
cowboy?” Shane set on his boot heels to be on Dexter’s level.
beautiful. Ain’t never seen me a place this pretty. It’s
like one a’ them paintings from my daddy’s books. I wish I had me
some paints and a big board, I’d paint it.”
“Do you paint,
cowboy?” Shane asked.
pert-good little artist, Master Goodnight.” Monty said.
me. He’s better’n I am, though.”
running up with Maxine. They were playing with the ponies in
the pasture. He was stark naked and Maxine was
bouncing around being her frenetic, joyous canine self. Her
unbridled exuberance frightened
Dexter. He turned and quickly climbed into the safety of Shane’s
to get away from her.
Honcho! She won’t hurt chu' none. Ain’t chu’ never seen a
before, cowboy?” Shane asked as he stole a kiss to comfort the
television, Master Shane. She’s pretty.”
“Who is this,
Captain Shane?” Maxine wanted to know.
talks. She’s our friend. You want me to put you down so’s
you can meet her?” Shane encouraged.
“She won’t bite
me will she?” Dexter asked nervously.
“Not if you
don’t bite her first.” Shane laughed.
Dexter.” he said to Maxine cautiously.
“Hi, Dexter, I’m
Maxine. You smell different. You smell like my friends
Cable, David and Jonathan. Bobby, look!” Maxine exclaimed as she
called to Bobby to come have a closer look at Dexter, “He’s just
cut her off, “I don’t think Monty knows about them yet.”
Captain Shane.” she quickly apologized.
right, sweet baby, you couldn’t have know'd. No harm done.” Shane
assured the pup.
“Hi, Dexter, I’m
Bobby.” Bobby spoke quickly to smooth over Maxine’s unwitting fur paw.
“It’s good to
meet you, Bobby. Why are you naked?” Dexter looked puzzled.
“Because I play
with the ponies a lot. They's ma' friends, and they’re more
comfortable around people who
don’t wear clothes. They think I’m one of them that way.
They ain’t nobody around the ranch what cares if I go naked.
Everyone here loves me and knows I like to run naked with the
ponies. I wear clothes when we got company, and I put on my
clothes to eat with my family.”
horses think I’s one a’ them if I’s naked?” Dexter asked.
They jes' might. I don’t know. You might smell a bit
to them, but I think they’d soon git used to you. Do you like to
know. I never rode a horse before.” replied Dexter.
I’ll show you how.” Bobby volunteered.
“Well, not right
now, Bobby.” interrupted Shane, “We got things to do. Give us a
hand with this food. We’ll take it into the house and have it for
lunch Monday. It’s great Chinese food.”
“I ain't never
Chinese food before.” said Bobby.
it. Most people do.” said Dexter trying to be friendly.
“Do you like it?”
“I don’t eat
people food, Bobby.”
“Of course you
don’t. Sorry about that Dexter.” Bobby sounded sincere.
As they were
carrying the food into the house Boss Potter came walking up from the
big house to meet the new little boy who came with his ranch foreman
and ramrod. From a distance he would guess the young cowboy
to be about five or six years old. As he got closer it clicked in
his mind the boy wasn’t human. He smiled to himself and thought,
‘And we thought Maxine was crazy.’ He knew this must be the son
of Monty’s whom he saw in his dreams who wasn’t alive; or he was the
cybernetic child Maxine saw. He wasn’t alive like a human,
but he was very much alive in a bio-mechanical sense. The closer
he got the more he marveled at how perfect the boy was, and a thousand
questions came to his mind. After a year with Shane and Cole, he
learned to be a patient man. Like all other wonders he
encountered in the last year, he knew eventually all would be revealed.
“Howdy, men.” he
may I introduce you to our newest cowboy slave, Dexter Dundee.
Dexter, this gentleman is our head bossman, Mr. Potter. You may
call him Boss Potter or Master Potter.” Shane grinned and winked at
Potter. Potter knew Shane’s wink meant go along, I’ll explain
later. Potter offered his hand to the small boy-android.
“Nice to meet
you, Boss Potter.” Dexter shook his hand.
“And it’s good
to meet you, young man. We can always use another cowboy slave
around here. Did you decide to become a slave to be closer to
your daddy, Son?”
I missed him so much. I want to be a slave like him so I can
belong to Master Goodnight, too.”
young man. You can’t go wrong being Master Goodnight’s
slave. He may work you hard, but you’ll find he’s a fair and
generous man. Welcome to the Potter/Goodnight ranch, Son.”
“I think Master
Shane is a good man, Sir. Thank you, Boss Potter, I’m glad to be
here. I look forward to working for you.” Dexter
added. Potter was blown away by the authenticity of the young
Boss Potter the manilla folder with the pictures and photocopies of
proof the leather working machines belonged to Monty.
“I think you’ll
be pleasantly surprised at what you find inside, Sir.” smiled Shane.
“I’ll take it
down to the house and get started on the paperwork. I’ll take it
to Anderson Monday. I have a luncheon date with him. We
should have what we need by Monday evening.”
I’ll make the other arrangement, and we can travel over there as soon
as possible. I done got us a big truck, and I think the Tin Penny
deputies have Wednesday or Thursday off this coming week. We’re
just about to walk over the hill. I’m anxious to see what them
older cowboys have to say about Dexter. You’re welcome to join us
if you like.”
“Thanks, but I
want to get started on this and have everything ready before
way I can kick back and relax with you men. Tomorrow’s Sunday and
I won’t have time to work on it, we got company coming.”
“Yes, I invited
the major players at your brother’s ranch and a few others. They
got men visiting from the holy city they’s bringing along; Officer
Jones and his body guards. I understand Little Bear’s got himself
a new major squeeze in one of Jones’ guards. I figure we got us
enough food. I ordered extra. The Admiral expressed a
desire to meet Monty and Dexter. Oh, yes, and Ox is coming with
We’ll look forward to seeing them.” Shane allowed.
The men walked
down the hill to the bunkhouse. Since it was still early
afternoon many of the cowboys were out working in their garden.
Gil Morris was standing chatting with a couple. They were
discussing plans to enlarge the garden for the next year. They
stopped when they saw Shane, Cole, Monty, Dexter, Bobby and Maxine
walking toward them. The men began to gather. Dexter was a
perfect, small, miniature buckaroo, and they were fascinated by him.
like you to meet our new, youngest cowboy slave. He’s Monty’s
boy, and his name is Dexter Dundee. He done give his-self to me
as a slave so’s he could live here and be near his daddy.”
They were all
stunned. Only one man among them smelled a rat. Phil Pie
could smell bullshit a mile away. Not much got by the old
cowboy. He knew something was not quite right. He knew
Shane and Cole too well. He became used to the uncommon
and unusual with them. The very idea of a six year old cowboy
slave was a major hoot to Phil Pie, and what was even a bigger
give-away was Shane and Cole played it straight with nary a wink nor a
smile. He came forward and squatted down on his boot heels to get
a better look at Dexter.
“My, my, ain’t
you jes’ the picture of a proper buckaroo.” he smiled. “My name’s
Phil. My last name’s Pie; jes’ like the kinda ‘pie’ a cowboy
steps in if’n he ain’t real careful where he walks in a
pasture. Your daddy calls me ‘Poppa Pie.’ You can call me
that, too, if’n you like.”
Pie. That’s a nice name. Are you like Mr. Jenkins to my
daddy?” Dexter asked. Phil was a little puzzled for a moment,
then he got the gist of what the boy was talking about. He
reckoned correctly the boy must have heard Shane call Cole ‘pa.’
I’m one of Monty’s daddy-slaves to teach him how to be a good slave.”
“I guess I’m
gonna’ need somebody to teach me to be a good slave, too.” Dexter
allowed. “Will you be my daddy slave, Poppa Pie?”
“Why, I’d be
right proud to, young’un, but a smart boy like you probably don’t need
much teaching. By the way, ‘at’s a real nice pair of a’ buckaroo
boots you got on there, cowboy. Did yore’ daddy make them for
you?” Phil asked.
He told me I shouldn’t brag about him, so I won’t, but I’m proud of
them, Poppa Pie.” Dexter pulled up his pant leg to show them off.
“I would be,
too, young’un.” Phil couldn’t help open his arms to the boy, and
he was in them in a second. Phil stood and held Dexter. He
was amazed the boy weighed hardly anything. Bart and Telly moved
closer to get a better look at Dexter. They were beginning to
wonder about him. He seemed almost too perfect.
“Is this your
boy, Monty?” asked Telly.
Monty said almost shyly.
man. Looks jes’ like you.” Bart said.
As the men
talked with Dexter, Gil Morris came over to talk with Shane and Cole.
“Bobby tells me
Dexter’s like Cable, David and Jonathan.” said Gil softly to Shane and
damn near perfect. Where did he come from?” Gil asked.
him.” Cole answered. “When he was about the same age as Dexter
looks. Dexter was a companion and a tutor for him while he was
growing up alone. Dexter is about fifteen years old.”
What are you gonna’ do with him, boss? Make him a slave mascot?”
better’n any idea I come up with. To be honest, I’m
stumped. I don’t know what I’m gonna’ do with him. He can’t
stay with Monty in the bunkhouse. Monty’s got responsibilities to
me and his fellow slaves, and for the first three months his ass is
gonna’ be kept pert-damn busy.” the men laughed at Shane’s
double-entendre. “I thought about keeping him with me and pa. We
got the room, but somehow that jes’ don’t sit well with me.”
“We got us an
extra cot. Bobby said something about him staying with us in the
cottage. He thinks having an android little brother would be like
something straight out of Star Trek. I gotta’ say it kinda
fascinates the shit outa’ me, too.” Gil laughed. “When we moved in, I
give Bobby the bigger bedroom, ‘cause I didn’t figure I’s gonna’ be
need’n it.” Gil grinned, “Bobby could look after him for a while.
He needs some responsibilities anyway. He does his chores, but
after the time I set aside for his home schooling, he spends all day
playing with Maxine and the ponies. He’s pretty much alone most
of the time. I think he could use a companion. Maybe Dexter
could teach him a thing or two.”
two generations of the Ong children. He might even relieve you of
some home schooling chores.” Shane allowed.
would be so great. I could get so much more done on other
things. I ain’t falling behind, but it would jes’ free me up to
git a lot more done.” Gil said. “Dexter would be close to Monty and
could spend some quality time with him every day.”
“We’ve yet to
introduce Monty to the men in sickbay on the Bandersnatch. Don’t
know what will happen after that. We’re due to go git Monty’s
machines and personal belongings next week. I ain’t gonna’
introduce him to none of the Grange things ‘til after that. I’d
like you to go with us, Gil. I understand from the Ongs it’s an
amazing place, and I’d like you to experience it with us.”
“Sure, Boss, be
happy to go along. Until you know more or come up with a better
plan, let Bobby and me take care of him.” Gil urged.
“You sure you
don’t mind?” Shane asked him.
“Of course not,
don’t be silly. I can see you’re in a bind. Seems to me I
recall you done helped Bobby and me out of several tight spots.
Besides, you done taught me to look at situations differently; not only
what can we do for Dexter, but what can he do for us? Who knows,
Dexter might be a god-send.”
“Thanks, Gil, it
sure would take a load off right now.”
“He told us on
the way over here he wants to be my slave because his daddy’s my slave,
and it would make him feel more like he belongs. He’s had it
rough lately being separated from his daddy for six months, so I’d like
to try to continue in that vein. Any chores you set for him, let
him think they’s part of his being my slave, but let’s not lose sight
of his original purpose. Whoever he was designed by had the
intention for him to be a companion for a young child in a world on his
own to teach him and help him as he grows up.”
“I thought Cole
said Monty built him?” Gil questioned.
“He did, but he
built him from some other source. He had guidance all the
way. A six year old kid can’t build something that sophisticated
without help; I don’t care how much of a prodigy they are.
is far too advanced technologically. Monty had to have another
source. That’s what I’m trying to find out. He ain’t been
real secretive, but I jes’ wanna’ see how forthcoming he is with me
before I lay my cards on the table with him.” Shane explained. “In the
meantime, Cable, David and Jonathan are chomp’n at the bit to git their
hands on Dexter, and Admiral Long, ma’ brother, their clan, including
Little Bear and his new squeeze, are joining us tomorrow for our Sunday
barbecue. I figure the Admiral’s caught wind of Dexter, wants to
meet him and Little Bear wants to meet Monty for obvious reasons.”
“Yeah, I heard
he was Coyote John’s cell mate for six months. Should we tell
Monty about Little Bear?”
“Naw, I jes’
want it to happen naturally. I wanna’ see how Monty handles it.”
Shane and Cole
left Monty and Dexter with the cowboys, Gil Morris and Bobby, but not
before more hugs and kisses from their smallest cowboy slave.
Dexter said he liked the idea of staying with Bobby and Mr.
Morris. He knew his daddy had his duties as a slave. He
didn’t know what Monty’s duties to his fellow slaves were, but he
didn’t need to know every detail. As Shane and Cole were walking
back over the hill to the big house for supper they talked.
“You amaze me,
Son.” Cole spoke softly.
“How’s zat, Pa?”
Shane smiled at him.
bull-puckey to Gil Morris about being stumped. You knew all along
what you wanted to happen.” Cole laughed.
“My pa didn’t
raise no dummy.” Shane winked at him, “I wanted it to be Bobby and Mr.
Morris’ idea. People need to feel like they’s needed, Pa.
I’m even learn’n androids need to be needed. ‘Member what I told
Mr. Ong about balance? We need balance in our lives; all of
us. I’m coming to believe everything in the universe needs
balance. For every young quark in the universe, som'mers out
there, there’s an old auntie-quark. Can you imagine Cable, David
and Jonathan without their jobs as medical team for the Grange?
They wouldn’t have balance if they didn’t have those
responsibilities. If I didn’t have you by my side to balance me,
I would’ve never made it after emancipation. You balance me, and
hopefully, I offer you a bit of balance.”
"Is there any
doubt in yore’ mind, boy?” Cole asked.
“Once in a
while, when I’s feel’n overwhelmed by ever’ thing, a few doubts creep
in, but you know when it happens. That’s when you gimme’ one a'
them special ten dollar buckaroo fuckings of yore'n, and it
straightens me right out. It gives me the courage to go out and
face the world again.” Shane laughed. They reached the apex
of the hill, Cole reached out, grabbed Shane and pulled his young
master to him and kissed him hard. It was a strong, romantic
moment with the early spring breeze floating gently through their hair,
the warm afternoon sun on their shoulders. Shane was surprised at
first. Cole rarely did anything spontaneous, but Shane wasn’t
going to let the moment pass without a proper response. He
relaxed in his slave’s big arms and returned his beloved pa’s kiss with
equal passion. There was a hushed silence came over the
world. They finished their kiss and stole another couple from
each other. They looked down to the valley below to the
bunkhouse. All the men were staring up at them. Suddenly
they broke into applause, hoots and whistles. Somehow it seemed
to bring balance to the lives of the cowboy slaves to see the two main
men in their lives, their owner and ramrod, so in love with each other
and expressing it freely. Gil Morris and Bobby’s heart were
warmed by Shane and Cole’s unabashed display of love for each other,
and even they felt encouraged by it. Dexter was almost in tears.
“Why ain’t you
never kissed me like that, daddy?” he asked Monty. Monty didn’t
quite know what to tell him.
my son, and you’re too young. They’re grown men in love with each
Shane is Mr. Jenkin’s son. I won’t ever grow up, daddy, but I
know about love. You taught me that.”
“I know you do,
Son, but loving someone because they belong to you is different than
being ‘in love’ with someone.” Monty tried to explain and
suddenly felt like a drowning man going down for the third time.
“How is it
different, Daddy? Mr. Jenkins belongs to Master Shane, but
they’re in love.”
looked at Monty with empathy in their hearts. They didn’t envy
him having to come up with an answer. The boy seemed to check him
on all fronts.
“Okay, there’s a
longer explanation what’s a better answer, but it has to do with
biological functions and sexual desires of humans. Is this
something we can postpone until I have more time to sit down with you,
dad to son, and go over the details? Could I buy me some time and
would it make you feel better if I jes’ give you a quick kiss?” Monty
“Sure, Dad, I
think so.” replied Dexter.
Dexter hurried to Monty’s arms. Monty gently kissed him on his
lips. Dexter closed his eyes. The cowboys smiled and shook
their heads. “How’s that, Scout? Did that buy me some
time? Are you a happy camper?” Monty asked like he was genuinely
that was very nice. Thank you.”
Son. You do know daddy loves you even if he don’t tell you all
the time, don’t you?” Monty asked.
I love you, too, Daddy.” Dexter replied and that was the end of it.
gently dropped his big arm around Monty’s shoulders, patted him on the
back and spoke quietly. “For all my cowboy bullshit, Son, it would be
my pleasure if you shared one of them kisses with me some evening
soon. I’d be downright proud to help you with some of them
functions and sexual desires.” he grinned.
“It would be an
honor, Sir. I promise you my next free evening, Mr.
Ferguson. I plan to devote this evening to my slave daddies, but
unless they have other plans for me, the following evening is yours.”
“I’ll count on
it, Son.” smiled Telly.
End of Chapter
61 ~ Waco’s Lummox
Copyright 2008 ~
neo-cons took over and raped America. They kept repeating the
same lies again and again even when they were proved wrong.
Thirty-five percent of Americans still believe Saddam Hussein was
responsible for 9/11 and he had weapons of mass destruction. It
should be no surprise, it is the same percentage of Americans who
believe in hardcore mythology; who believe the Earth is only six
thousand years old and Tyrannosaurus Rex was a vegetarian; who believe
with incredible stupidity in the pseudoscience of ‘irreducible
complexity’ and ‘specified complexity’ as a scientific fact.
Truth and ignorance are rarely found together in the same bed.