TEXAS LONGHORNS
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
15
“Ah-ha!”
Exclaimed Sidney to his brother and Mr. Wiggins.
“Gees, little
brother,— I hope that’s an ‘ah-ha’ I’m gonna’ like.” I
stated. Sidney’s exclamation also got Mr. Wiggins’ attention.
“It is, indeed,
cowboy! I don’t know why it never occurred to me before. Could I
be slipping? Maybe it’s because I never figured anyone like him would
be either clever enough, bold enough or down right stupid enough to try
something like that.”
“Like what,
bubba?” I asked him.
“He has a web
site, Case.” Sidney announced to me and Mr. Wiggins. “He’s
recording this for his web site.”
“Can you find
it, Sidney?”
“Can a dog lick
its butt?” Sidney grinned at me. “I have a network of other
computer folks out there who are somewhat vigilantes for the web. If I
can’t find it, one of them will in a matter of minutes. Bet you
both a blow-job he’ll take the camera and set it up in the barn to
video his sex sessions with our brother. He’s either planning to
make money on the side with porno movies of sex with a minor or he’s
trying to test the waters of the white slave market to see if he can
sell Dwayne. Either way, I can’t believe he’d have the balls or
be stupid enough to think he couldn’t be traced. This man is
incredible! He’s digging himself a deeper hole at every
turn. He’s not only nefarious, he’s an abomination. He
deserves anything he gets thrown at him.”
* * * * * * *
Back at ‘control
central’ as the adults like to call Operation Sideshow Bob
headquarters, at the Longhorn ranch, Mr. Winchester joined the
men. He knew something was probably going down Friday and called
Vince to check. Vince confirmed his suspicions and told him he
was going to call him anyway to invited him over to keep watch with
them. The phone rang at the ranch. Vince went to answer. He
listened for a few minutes.
“Okay, Sticker,—
thanks for keeping us informed. That’s important news. I’ll pass
it along to Sidney, Frank, Curley, and Spencer Winchester.” Said
my dad in response to Sticker’s phone call alerting them to the Colonel
bringing home a giant, black man with him.
“That was
Sticker. Seems Colonel Jarhead has brought a giant, black man
home with him. Sticker says he’s obviously one of the Colonel’s
recruits.”
“Vince,— I think
it’s time you notified your sheriff buddy what’s going on over
there. Do you know him well enough to have him and several of his
men come by here to explain what’s going on?” Asked Sidney
Wainright.
“We were asshole
buddies in Nam. You might say we were more than on a first name
basis.” dad grinned, “Francis and I put Lee up for several months after
he came back from Nam until he got on his feet. I was his best
man at his wedding. His second boy’s named after me. I’m an
inactive sworn deputy of his posse. Lee would do anything for me,
and he knows I’d do the same for him. I guess I know him pretty
damn well. I know him better’n I know’d my own brother.”
“Damn, Vince,—
you never cease to amaze me. My boy couldn’t a’ picked no better
man to develop a crush on. Make that call, cowboy. I think we need some
support.” Sidney told him.
Dad dialed his
buddy’s personal, cell phone number.
“Leland
Bard.” The sheriff answered.
“Lee, how the
Hell are you? This is Vince Longhorn calling.”
“Damn, Vince,—
Lois and I was just talking about chu’ and Casey this morning.
She said she was gonna’ call and have ya’ll over to dinner next week.”
“Oh, Lord,—
Casey would be thrilled. He loves Lois’s cooking. He really
enjoys your kids, too, Lee.”
“Well, they sure
think the world of him. What can I do for you, brother?”
“Could you come
over to my place with four of your best men you can trust to keep their
mouth’s shut. There’s something going down tonight over to the
Dunbar ranch we need to tell you about. We need help, Lee,—
lawman type help.”
“Oh, dear God,
Vince! Tell me it ain’t that pompous, tight-ass Marine Colonel
and Dwayne.”
“Wish’t ta’ Hell
I could tell you that, Lee, but I’d be a damn liar.”
“Goddamn it,—
didn’t I tell you there was something wrong with that son of a bitch
the first time I met him at your place a couple of years ago? My
opinion of him hasn’t changed a bit since then. Give us thirty
minutes and we’ll be there, Vince. No sirens, right?”
“We’re gonna’
need an element of surprise on this one, Lee.”
“You got it,
buddy! We’ll be right there!”
“We’d sure
appreciate it, Lee. Bye.”
Dad hung up the
phone and smiled at Sidney, Frank, Curley and Mr. Winchester.
“They’re on
their way, gentlemen.”
* * * * * * *
The second full
bag of enema solution Dwayne expelled with a loud swoosh. Mr.
Bradley exited the bathroom for a few minutes when the Colonel came to
check on Dwayne’s progress. He changed from his uniform and was
wearing a pair of rather form fitting overalls like a mechanic might
wear. It had one long zipper that went from the neck down the
front to the crotch. It made it easier to get into and out of
with your clothes on; however, the recruit could tell the Colonel had
nothing on underneath. He noticed a bulge under his left arm and
knew the Colonel was wearing his sidearm.
“How’s the queer
coming along, recruit Bradley?”
“Sir!
Fine, Sir! He only has one bag left to go, Sir.”
“Good!
Good! I’m almost ready for him out to the barn. Come with
me a minute, recruit. I have something else for him.”
The two men
walked away and left Dwayne there to drain. When Mr. Bradley
returned he had a small black bag he sat on the top of the
toilet. Dwayne watched the Colonel walk by. He only glanced
at Dwayne and sneered at him in disgust.
The third bag of
solution the big, black man filled Dwayne with was clear, warm water to
rinse any residue soap from his gut. It was still difficult for Dwayne
to take it all because it was a huge bag of water; however, when he was
just to the point of screaming he couldn’t take any more, a wee, small
voice in the back of his mind would speak to him quietly and tell him
to relax, he was just panicking, everything was all right, it was just
uncomfortable, it wouldn’t hurt him, but he must take more,— just a
little bit more, — a little bit more,— just a little bit,— only a
little bit more to go,— and he would until the bag was
empty. He decided he’d name the voice, ‘little bit’ for obvious
reasons. Dwayne managed to take every drop as the giant, his
enema coach, urged him on.
“C’mon, boy, you
can do this! I knows you can! You took them other two,—
this ain’t no more’n them had in it! I got faith in you,
boy! You’s a good boy,— you’re do’n jes’fine, not much more to
go! Hang in there, Son! You only got jes’ a little bit more
ta’ go. You can take it! You know you gotta’ take it all, boy,
‘cause your daddy is filming this, and he’ll know if I don’t make you
take the whole damn thing. This is your last bag, Son. Gut
it out, boy! I know you can take it! Jes’ a little bit
more! “C’mon, jes’ a little more. There, you done it,— you’re
done! Good, boy!”
Finally, Dwayne
felt the big man remove the bag from the nail it was hanging from, and
he held it high so the very last of the water would drain into his
gut. He was surprised he wasn’t as uncomfortable as before, but
this time his dick was rock hard. He felt Bradley shake the bag
to get every last drop into his ass. Then, he gently slipped the nozzle
from Dwayne’s asshole. Dwayne squirted just a small amount as the
nozzle was removed, but he clamped down hard with his sphincter and
held back the rest. Bradley told him to stand but not to sit on
the toilet yet.
“Don’t be
embarrassed by your stiff dick, boy. It happens to me, too. You be
proud of that fine look’n big dick a’ yours. Mighty fine dick ya’
got there, Son. I shore' as Hell wouldn’t say no to have’n that proud
flesh up my butt sometime. You’s much bigger than the Colonel.
Now, on your knees with your back to me, Son.”
Dwayne turned
his back to the giant man and slowly knelt on the floor. The
black man knelt behind him. He place his huge arms over Dwayne’s
shoulders pulling him back into his big body until it pressed tightly
up against his. His huge hands were resting gently on the boy’s
abdomen. Dwayne could feel the warmth of his big body pressed up
closely against his and it was a terribly erotic feeling for him.
The giant began to massage and move his hands gently but firmly around
Dwayne’s extended belly. Dwayne found himself pushing back into the
comfort zone of the warm, huge, living, black wall behind him. He
felt
his very soul was melting into the giant’s body.
Bradley must
have sensed Dwayne’s need and let the boy take all he needed, all he
wanted, from his support. He pulled Dwayne’s upper body tight into him
as he gently rubbed and massaged Dwayne’s water filled stomach area.
The boy knew instinctively when the giant was though with his
massage. He was now patting, and rubbing it gently as if Dwayne
held his child within. The big, black
man was only doing what he was ordered to do and making Dwayne wait
five minutes before he expelled the water. This was the third and
hopefully the final time Dwayne would have to submit to having his ass
filled to capacity; however, each time the giant enfolded Dwayne’s body
with his huge arm, it became more than just an indignity. The act was
changed to one of bonding which he and his giant were sharing
together. He could feel through his body how much the big man
wanted Dwayne to succeed in holding his water for the specified time,
and he would do everything in his power to see that the boy did.
The gentle touch
of the giant’s massive hands was nothing short of electrifying. It sent
shock waves of ecstacy to the bottom of Dwayne’s being. The big,
black man’s rubbing, patting, and caressing him became too much for
Dwayne. It was all too sensual. It was almost like a holy
experience to him. It was certainly a revelation. Suddenly, all
pressure and cramps were gone. It was as if he walked into another
realm, passed silently through a door into a state of suspended
consciousness.
Sensuality had
given way to reason. In Bradley’s arms he became one with the spirit of
the water within him and the essence of Bradley’s body. He no
longer had an urgent need to expel the liquid. Bradley had taken away
his discomfort. He felt like he could hold his water ‘til the cows came
home in Bradley’s huge arms; in fact, he began praying Bradley would
leave it in him a while longer than five minutes.
Dwayne could
smell the big man’s fragrance from the closeness of his armpits, and it
was highly intoxicating to him. Dwayne thought he was going to
come. No,— he knew he was going to come! The giant man could feel
it building in Dwayne’s body.
“If you have to
shoot, Son, let it fly. Don’t chu’ worry yourself none. Ole
Lamar will clean it up and hide it from your old man.”
It was all too
sensual for Dwayne to hold back anymore. With the big man’s hands
cradling his belly, he let fly a load that shot three feet across the
platform on the tub. It was so powerful he almost fainted into
the arms of the big man, but Bradley held him tight. It felt like his
guts were being pushed up and out though his penis in one sudden,
huge exploding fountain of come. Bradley held him tighter to restrict
any movement, and he did something Dwayne didn’t expect. The
giant leaned down and kissed Dwayne gently and lovingly on his
neck. It was a moment of tenderness from the big man that touched
Dwayne’s heart.
“Good one, Son!”
he whispered, “Damn, you shot a big load! My ole ass feels
cheated. Times up, I’m through with you now. Empty that
load a’ water you’re carrying.”
Dwayne hurried
to the toilet and evacuated his bowels. Bradley took a small hand
towel, quickly wet it in the sink and wiped up Dwayne’s spunk from the
plywood platform over the tub.
“He’s gonna’
want you to fuck me with your big dick, Mr. Bradley.” Dwayne
spoke softly to the big man.
“No, Son, I’m
here because he wants to fuck me, too. You wait and see. I
ain’t never fucked another man. Don’t know’s I could; especially
a young boy. I ain’t bragging or nothing, but I’s jes’ too damn big to
fuck a man in the butt. Ole Lamar’s dick might hurt chu.’ I mean
no disrespect to the Colonel, Son, but I don’t think he should be
fuck’n you as young as you are. It might make a permanent
impression on you. I trust you not to tell him I told ju’ that.”
“I won’t.
Trust me, Mr. Bradley, he may fuck you, too, but you’re here for me to
suck and to fuck me. If he orders you to do it,— just do it, Mr.
Bradley, for both our sakes. He’s a crazy man, Sir. You
can’t refuse him. He’ll go nuts if you do, and I’m afraid of him,
Sir. I’m afraid of what he might do to either one of us.”
The big man
looked at Dwayne and cocked his head to one side like he was thinking
about something.
“Oh, Sweet
Jesus,— why does God put me in situations like this?” the giant man
spoke to himself, “First I take’s me a ride in my friend’s new car only
to find out he stole it, I get arrested and charged as an
accomplice to his crime. Now, I’m in another situation where I’m
damned if I do and damned if I don’t. Please, God,— help
me! I’m a’ begging you, Lord. This is ole Lamar Bradley
speak’n to ya,’ Sir,— if I done something to piss you off,— please
forgive me, Sir,— I’m s’damn sorry!”
“Mr. Bradley, I
ain’t gonna’ feel bad towards you, none, if you do it to me. I’m
use to him fucking my face and my ass, Sir. I’m sure by the time
he gets through with me, I’ll be loose enough, you ain’t gonna’ hurt me
none.”
“Are you really
a homo,— you know,— a queer like he says, boy?”
“How do I know,
Mr. Bradley? I’m only sixteen years old. I ain’t never had no
chance to have sex with nobody but him. I was a virgin to both sexes
before he started raping me. I jack-off thinking about
girls. Then sometimes I think about boys when I jack off.
What does that make me?”
“Humm, I don’t
know, Son. I used to jack off thinking about fuck’n my buddy in
the butt when I was in high school. I was like you. I
thought about fuck’n girls, too. I ain’t never had me a whole lot
of sex. I only tried to fuck three women in my life and ever’
damn one of ‘em said I was too big. I hurt ‘em too much, even
though I was try’n to be gentle with ‘em. Ain’t never fucked nobody
‘til I come. They’d start holler’n, cry’n, and a’ carrying on I’s a’
hurt’n ‘em. I didn’t wanna’ hurt ‘em, none, so I stopped. I
don’t wanna’ hurt nobody. If it ain’t good for them, it ain’t
good for me.
I finally
jes’ stopped try’n and started lift’n weights to pass the time.
Work’n on my body seemed to take the place of the sex I wasn’t get’n.
Ever’ one thinks a big man like me must get all the women he
wants. I jes’ let ‘em think it, but it ain’t so. It’s harder for
me to get a woman than and average size man, because they’s all scared
a’ me. They think I might hurt ‘em, and I guess I do. Being a big
man and having a big dick ain’t all its cracked up to be, Son.
I figure I
turned out straight until your step-daddy come along and started fuck’n
me in the butt. Now, I really like it. I can’t seem to git
enough of the Colonel’s dick up my big, black ass. Makes me
wonder sometimes about myself,— if maybe I’s been that way all along
and never know’d it. He likes fuck’n me, too. Said he might
have me assigned to his staff, so he could fuck me regular like.
I’d be his main grunt in charge of taking care of Colonel Dunbar’s
fuck’n needs.”
Recruit Bradley
went though enough cleaning routines with Sgt. O’Malley he knew to have
Dwayne stand and walk around for a few minutes to let the rest of the
water drain from his gut. Gravity is a force of nature which will
not be denied. As Dwayne sat down on the toilet to let the rest
of the water expel from him, Bradley looked between his legs into the
toilet bowl to see if the water was clear. He was satisfied
Dwayne was clean for the Colonel’s use. The giant took the small black
bag from the top of the toilet tank and removed a big, black
plug. Dwayne’s knew what it was for before Bradley said a word.
“You gonna’ put
that in my butt, Sir?”
“Yeah,— but I
have to wear one, too. After he takes you to the barn, I have to
stay in here and clean myself.” He reached into the black bag
again and brought out another huge plug that was bigger than the one he
was going to put into Dwayne’s ass.
“My God, that’s
big! He makes you wear that?” Dwayne exclaimed.
“Yeah, it’s big
all right, but Sgt. O’Malley taught me how to wear it. Once he
gets it in me, it don’t hurt me none. I’ve gotten kinda use to it. I
have to wear it when I have duty with the Colonel. After Sgt.
O’Malley puts it in me, I ain’t allowed to touch it until the Colonel
takes it out to fuck me. After he’s through using me he puts it
back to keep his come from running out my ass. It come in real
handy the last time when him and his officer buddies fucked me. I
had a lot of Marine officer come up my butt. Once the Colonel puts my
plug back in my ass, I ain’t allowed to touch it again, neither, until
Sgt. O’Malley takes it out back at his apartment in the barracks.
The Colonel gave
Sgt. O’Malley permission to fuck my black ass after he gets through
with me and sends me back to him. Last four or five times, Sgt.
O’Malley’s fucked the Hell out a’ me. He’s got a big dick, too,
almost as big as yours, and man does it feel good inside me. He
ain’t as good a fuck as the Colonel, but he’s damn good. The
night I had all that officer come in me, Sgt. O’Malley added his load,
but he plugged my hole again, gave me a blanket and told me to sleep on
a cot in his office. Next morning he removed my plug. I was
afraid I’d leak all that come out, but I didn’t. It was the
strangest damn thing. Nothing came out; not even when I sat on the
toilet. I don’t know where it went to. I asked Sgt. O’Malley, he
jes’ laughed and told me not to worry about it none.”
Dwayne smiled to
himself from the giant’s simple but innocent naivete.’ Dwayne suddenly
felt the need to protect this man. Why did he feel that way? This
black man was an imposing giant who could physically intimidate most
any man; yet, here was Dwayne, a sixteen year old boy who was about
ready to stand against the evils of this world to make it safer and
better for such a man as Bradley. He felt anger and rage inside him
that these men in positions of unquestioned power could so easily abuse
their trusted positions in such a sordid, selfish, and demeaning way.
It just wasn’t right! To make him angrier still, they picked a
simple, good hearted, innocent man to debase, and his step-dad was at
the center of it all.
Did the Colonel
have the same diabolical plans for the giant as he did for Dwayne?
Dwayne wanted to shout at the big man to waken him to the possibilities
of what might happen to him if he continued to cooperate with the
Colonel; but wait, where was his own anger at the Colonel?
‘Little bit’ inside his head asked him some tough questions. How
could he be seething with rage inside at the Colonel for what he was
doing to Bradley? He was doing the same damn thing to him, wasn’t
he? He realized then, he would never convince the giant his step-dad
was an evil man.
The giant was
equally caught in the Colonel’s conspiratorial, predatory sexual draw.
‘All the more reason for him to want to protect the giant,’ he thought.
They were in the exact same boat together, neither knew how to row nor
swim away, but— Dwayne, threw out a life line and was being rescued by
some wonderful men. Dwayne, at least, had some loving men to help him
see clearly the plight he was in, take him by his hand, give him the
love he needed to be strong against the Colonel’s evil, give him
direction, and point him to the shores of reality; a beachhead of
safety. They gave him an anchor of hope to hold on to.
Once again,
‘little bit’ asked Dwayne,— almost as an echo,— could the Colonel have
the same plans for the black man? Who will be his helmsman and
steer his boat to safety? The giant has no one. Dwayne
watched as the big man took a small jar of Vaseline and began to coat
the plug for Dwayne’s ass. Dwayne was still sitting on the toilet.
“Come,
boy! Lay across ole Lamar’s lap. Let chur’ dick hang
between my legs. Spread yore’ legs so’s I can get to your pretty
little hole.”
Dwayne moved
towards the big man, but before he could lay across his lap the giant
took his greased hand and coated Dwayne’s cock with some of the
Vaseline. Then he motioned for Dwayne to lay across his lap.
Dwayne obeyed and got comfortable. Bradley locked his legs
together pinning Dwayne’s dick between them.
The big man
began to rub Dwayne’s back in a gesture of offering him a little
comfort for what he was about to do. It was a gesture of comradery as
if he knew what the boy was about to go though and he wanted to make it
as emotionally and physically painless for him as possible. He rubbed
Dwayne’s ass and finally came to his hole and began to gently press on
it and tease it. Dwayne was about
to go crazy from the giant’s touch. He never had anyone touch him
before who had such electric skin. It was like Bradley was transferring
some of his energy, strength and life force to him. He found himself
pushing his ass back to try to get Bradley’s finger to slip into his
ass.
“Now, now,
boy! We gonna’ be git’n to that pretty damn quick, now. You
jes’ let old Lamar do the fuck’n, ya’ hear? Ole Lamar,— he’s
gonna’ take real good care a’ you. Don’t chu’ worry yourself
none. Now, I’m gonna’ put this, here, plug in your butt. I
ain’t got no choice, Son, the Colonel done ordered me to do it. We’ll
get that big plug in your butt with no problems, you’ll see. Why,
pretty soon ole Lamar will lean over and tell you, ‘it’s in, boy,’ and
you’ll say, ‘all ready? You sure, Sir? Why,— I didn’t
hardly feel a thing.’” Bradley told him in a cajoling
voice. Dwayne didn’t think it was gonna’ be quite that easy, but
he appreciated the big man’s attempts to comforting him.
“I understand,
Sir, I ain’t blaming you none. Jes’ do a good job of put’n it in
me.” Dwayne said as he felt the big man start to grease up his
hole with a big glob of the Vaseline. The giant started with one
finger, progressed to two, and then added the third. By the time he
stopped, he was fucking Dwayne’s ass with about a third of his hand.”
“You’re
loosening up real good, boy. I do declare, I’ll bet chu’ could
take ole Lamar’s whole hand up your butt if we tried. The Colonel
promised he’d stick his hand in my fine, black ass some night.
Now,— this plug’s gonna’ be uncomfortable until the widest part gets
past your ass muscle. It may even hurt a little until I get it
all the way in. Then it won’t hurt no more. We ain’t in no
hurry. I’ll work it into your hole jes’ like I did with my hand.
When you think you’re ready to take it, put your ass up high and
that’ll let me know you’re ready for me to sink it.”
“How will I
know, Sir?”
“Believe me,—
you’ll know, boy! There’s a feeling what’ll come over your entire
body, and you know you can’t live another moment without that big plug
in your butt. Trust me, Son, you’ll know!”
Dwayne just
nodded his head.
“When it pops in
your ass, it’ll close around the smaller base and lock it into your
butt. If it gets too uncomfortable while it’s stretching your
ass, hump my legs with your dick just like you was fuck’n
‘em. It’ll feel good and take your mind off the plug going in.”
Dwayne could all
ready feel the heat from the big man’s body melting the Vaseline on his
cock and it was beginning to move around on its own. Dwayne was
rock hard as Bradley positioned the plug right at Dwayne’s hole.
“Ready,
Son?” Recruit Bradley asked Dwayne.
“Yes, Sir.
Thank you, Sir.” Dwayne added as words of respect for the big man’s
concern for him.
Bradley began to
work the plug into Dwayne’s ass. At first it felt really good to
Dwayne, but the deeper Bradley worked it in the more uncomfortable it
became until it almost hurt. The big man was relentless in
working the plug into Dwayne’s ass. Dwayne could feel his muscle
giving way to the giant’s onslaught. At one point, his ass felt
so dilated, he began to wonder why Mr. Bradley didn’t just go ahead and
sink it into his butt. Dwayne trusted the big man. He
didn’t know why, but he did. He felt safe with the giant.
He knew Bradley wouldn’t purposely hurt him. ‘That,’ he thought to
himself, ‘was, after all, the Colonel’s job.’
The giant
continued to work the plug into Dwayne until his ass was losing its
fight with resistance. Dwayne could feel his ass opening wider
and wider and suddenly the very feeling Bradley described to him washed
over his whole body. At that moment he knew. He knew he had to
feel the big thing inside of him. He started humping the giant’s
legs and bucking back to meet the big man’s thrust.
“That’s it,
boy,— hump my legs good. Yore’ little ass is tight, but it’s
shore’ nuff trying to eat that big thing. Jes’ a little more,
boy. One big gulp!”
Dwayne bucked
his ass back just when the giant took a big screw with the plug into
his ass. Dwayne didn’t drop his butt or try to get away from
it. He held his ass in the air against the onslaught from
the pressure of the giant’s hand fucking him with the plug.
Bradley knew it was Dwayne’s signal to him to go for it. With one
swift, strong, sure movement, Bradley sunk the big plug into Dwayne’s
ass. There
was a
moment of extreme discomfort; almost to the point of being
unbearable; however, there was little, real pain, when
Dwayne felt the widest part of the big plug slip past his
sphincter. He wondered how he could’ve gotten that huge thing in
his ass without Bradley’s patient help and urging him on like he was
Dwayne’s football coach? The big man really knew what he was
talking about. He was right, Dwayne did have the feeling come over him,
just like he told him it would. His hole quickly close around the
smaller base of the plug. At that moment, Dwayne shot another
load of come between recruit Bradley’s legs.
“‘At’s all
right, Son! Not to worry about a little come. Lamar can
always clean himself up. The main thing is, we got it in.
The Colonel will be pleased.”
He gently patted
Dwayne’s butt to comfort and reassure him. Despite the big man’s
understandably conflicted allegiance to his step-dad, Dwayne felt the
giant had a good heart. If Dwayne had to describe him, he thought
the giant to be a good hearted, not stupid but simple minded, naive,
innocent man, who found himself getting led astray by the more
powerful, intelligent but not so good hearted among us. As big as the
giant, black man was, and no matter what he’d done, Dwayne found
himself wanting to protect him. He might not be the brightest button in
the box, but that wasn’t a criterion for goodness; neither, as his
brother pointed out, was it a test of his own compassion.
Compassion knows no color; it knows no age; it knows no boundaries in
the human heart. The conundrum was, there is no test for
compassion. It simply is a part of the wise ape.
The giant, black
man, who could break most men in two with one arm tied behind his
back, worked gently and caring with Dwayne so he would feel the
least amount of pain. He managed to get the big plug into Dwayne
with little more than a moment of discomfort. The plug was in
him. He was wearing it like a badge of courage. He was even a
little proud of himself, but he gave credit were credit was due. He
couldn’t have done it without the giants compassion. Somehow, he
felt strangely bonded to the big, handsome, black man. The plug in his
butt was a strange feeling. He felt full but not uncomfortable.
His dick suddenly became roaring hard again, and he knew there was no
hope of getting it to go down. Dwayne wondered at his body’s own
unique perverseness.
Throughout the
whole ordeal of Bradley cleaning him out, the giant’s huge penis was in
Dwayne’s face, in his direct line of vision, pressed tightly up against
his own nude body; Dwayne could imagine it wanted him to reach out for
it, to fondle it, to hold it near him, to make love to it, to even
surround it with his body. Dwayne resigned himself, at least for
the moment,— he was hopelessly lost. The giant, black
man ordered him to stand and bend over. Bradley got along side of
him facing the same way Dwayne’s ass was. He put his huge arm
across Dwayne’s back and under him to hold him steady as he placed the
butt of his hand on the base of the plug and prepared to push on
it. Dwayne felt like a pig under the giant’s arm.
“Push back with
your ass and let me seat it properly. It’ll make it a bit more
comfortable for you. The Colonel will want to inspect it, and
he’ll probably wanna’ seat it to suit himself. ” The giant
instructed Dwayne.
Bradley had the
butt of his hand on the plug as Dwayne pushed back. Dwayne
could feel the big plug move further into him, and lock into
place. Once he was satisfied, the giant instructed Dwayne to put
the lid down on the toilet and sit there until he returned.
Bradley quickly cleaned Dwayne’s spunk off him and cleaned where some
dropped to the floor. He left the room and walked
downstairs. He went into the kitchen were the Colonel was sitting
at the table. He handed Bradley another beer.
“Is my queer son
ready, recruit?” The Colonel asked.
“Sir! Yes,
Sir! To your specifications, Sir!”
“Good,
recruit! I like a man who knows how to follow orders.”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!”
“Take this rope
and put it around his neck and bring him down to me when you’re
completely finished with him. When you get him here, order him
to, turn around, spread his legs, bend over and grab his ankles
and I’ll inspect your job.”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!”
“You take your
beer with you and leave it upstairs. You’ll go back up,
clean your fine, black ass and plug yourself,— understand, recruit?”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!”
The Colonel was
pleased with his new recruit. He watched Bradley’s ass like two
bowling balls move together as he walked from the room. One night
soon, the Colonel thought he would try a taste of that tight, black
hole. Bradley was the finest fuck he had in years. He
wasn’t letting this man get away.
* * * * * * *
“Woah, dogies!
Did you see the size of the plug the black man put into Dwayne’s
butt?” Sidney asked Casey in awe.
“Did you see the
size of the one he has to put in his own butt?” Casey asked with equal
awe.
Sticker couldn’t
watch. He knew if he did it would build in him until he would
spoil the whole thing by running in there to the boy’s rescue, but to
hear Casey and Logan talk about it, they almost envied Dwayne.
The boys sat there most of the time speechless. At one time,
during one of the fillings with enema solution Casey put his hand on
Sidney’s shoulder. Sidney reach over and gently put his on
Casey’s. Nothing needed to be said. They were there with
their brother. While they abhorred what was being unwillingly done to
Dwayne, they couldn’t help stay erect the whole time. They were
beginning to understand Dwayne’s conundrum,— how he could hate what was
being done to him, and yet, be so turned on by it.
* * * * * * *
Bradley enter
the bathroom and found Dwayne right where he left him. Standing in
front Dwayne, while he was sitting on the toilet, the giant’s crotch
was right in front of his face. His long, enormous dick was
hanging down, right there before him. Bradley stood there for a
moment before he dropped the loop of the rope around Dwayne’s neck and
snugly closed the noose. Dwayne looked into Bradley’s eyes, then
down to his dick.
“May I, Sir?”
Dwayne said moving his hand toward Bradley’s penis.
“Sure, Son,— I
don’t mind.”
Bradley held on
to the rope as Dwayne reached for the giant’s huge shaft. He took it
into his hand and with his other hand gently pulled back the man’s
foreskin to expose the beautiful dark reddish-pink head of his
penis. He slowly moved forward and gently kissed the exposed
head. Bradley
took in
a deep breath and let it out with a contented sigh. Something was
happening to him. He didn’t expect this from this boy. From what
the Colonel told him about his son, Bradley thought he would be loud,
spiteful, belligerent, and rude. He found none of those things in
this young man. He was polite, sensitive, thoughtful, and Bradley
could tell when he touched him, he responded to Bradley’s touch like no
other person ever had, male or female. What was going
on here? What was happening to him? He knew he didn’t want to
take the boy to the Colonel; he wanted to take him by the rope around
his neck and run away with him to hide where no one would find them,
but he couldn’t; he had no choice in the matter. His giant heart
felt the heaviest it had since his granddaddy died.
“You can take
the head in your mouth if you want to, boy, and taste some of my
juice. Don’t take too long though, I have to deliver you to the
Colonel pretty damn quick.”
Dwayne took the
huge head of the giant, black man’s penis into his mouth and began to
eagerly suck his all ready flowing juices. The big man was like a
pre-come factory. The more Dwayne sucked the more came flowing
out. The taste and the feeling of the big man’s penis in his
mouth was like the rest of his body; it was electric. It’s the
only word Dwayne could think of to describe the feeling. His
mouth actually tingled like it had been lightly shock with static
electricity. Dwayne slipped
off the toilet onto his knees to greedily suck more of the giant’s
delicious juice from his penis until he felt Bradley’s hand gently on
his head as a reminder of their limited time. Dwayne didn’t want to get
either of them into trouble with the Colonel so he withdrew, but not
before planting another strong kiss on the giant’s dick. He held
it tightly within his hand and pressed his lips heavily against the
head of Bradley’s penis.
Bradley never
had anyone kiss the head of his dick before. This was an unexpected,
especially moving moment like he’d never experienced before, but it was
as equally unnerving to him. He reached down, put both his enormous
hands under Dwayne’s arms, pulled him up off his feet to rest the boy
on his massive chest, surrounded him with his huge arms and
passionately kissed him. Dwayne didn’t
hold back and returned Bradley’s kiss with equal verve. He could
feel himself begin to fuck himself with the plug as he sucked it in
with his muscle and then push out on it like he was trying to shit it
out of him. His ass muscle effectively stopped the plug at the wide
base. He continued to do that several times.
Bradley knew what
the boy was trying to doing. He’d done it himself. The night he
lay on the cot in Sgt. O’Malley’s apartment, he got some toilet paper
from the head and fucked himself with his plug until he came. As one giant arm
held him, Dwayne felt the giant’s other huge hand move its way down to
his plug and start to help him fuck his ass with it. Bradley was
pushing the plug back into him harder every time his hips bucked
against it. The giant worked with Dwayne’s natural rhythm of his
own fucking motion. He could feel the boy’s urgency growing and
gradually fucked him harder with the big, black plug.
Dwayne was
telling Bradley with his kiss, and with his tongue he needed Bradley’s
strength to pour into him, to help him, to join with him at that
moment.
It was such a powerful moment, Dwayne felt like he might pass
out, but the giant only held him tighter. Dwayne’s body began to
go limp, it shuddered and shook uncontrollably, but still, the huge,
black man continued to kiss him. Dwayne could
feel the big, butt plug in his ass as his muscle spasmed around the
base trying desperately to bite it off and send it shooting up, deeply
into his body; however, it held fast, locked into place by his
muscle. Their passion was reaching critical mass.
Dwayne suffered a melt down and collapsed into Bradley’s strong arms
with a gut wrenching orgasm all over both of them. Dwayne’s hot
come spilling onto him and the heat between their bodies was too
sensual for the giant. His body started shaking in sync with Dwayne’s,
he gave three rutting motions while still holding Dawyne and
ejaculated almost at the same time. There was come everywhere.
They didn’t break off their kiss until they heard the Colonel yell up
the stairs from the kitchen.
“Be right there,
Colonel!” Bradley shouted back to him.
Bradley took the
same small towel, quickly but gently cleaned Dwayne and then
himself. He took Dwayne in his arms again. He looked deeply into
the eyes of the boy as if he were looking for something.
“What just
happened, boy?” Bradley whispered to Dwayne as he stole another
small kiss.
“I ain’t real
sure, Sir,— I was a’ hoping you’d know;— maybe you could tell me. I
overhear’d you tell the Colonel you’re twenty-three. You’re six years
older than me, Sir. You should know about such things, shouldn’t
you?”
“I ain’t never
had nothing like that happen to me, boy. Age ain’t got nothing to do
with what jes’ happened here; experience maybe, but not age. I ain’t
had that much experience myself. Once, when I was a young man, younger
than you, my granddaddy tole’ me about a feeling a man could get. He
said it was like no other I’d ever feel. It lifted a man above the
ordinary into a realm of undiluted passion. He said it weren’t
nothing to do with sexual passion; although, it could occur then. No,—
no, he insisted it weren’t like that at all. Granddaddy said
it’s a passion of the heart; a passion in a man’s soul. He said it
raises a man’s spirit to be just a little less than God’s angels. I
asked him what it felt like, and he tole’ me, when it happens, you’ll
know, Son,— you’ll know. Ain’t another feeling like it in the
world. Trust me, you’ll know, Son. You can’t hold it, you can’t
touch it, you can’t taste it, you can’t see it, but it’s there, but
chu’ can only find it when you’re sharing with another.
He tole’ me it
didn’t matter, none, who you were with, a man or a woman, you both
would exchange a little of each other’s souls. My granddaddy tole’ me
it’s ageless; he done tole’ me it’s older than time itself; it’s what
made the Sun and the Moon; it’s what brought forth the waters from the
deep, it made the Earth, it set it into motion, and it made every
living thing that moves upon it. It is a host unto itself, Son. It sets
the stars out at night to shine. It has a name, but know one knows it;
it’s so sacred,— to say its very name would consume you. I think
that’s what jes' happened to us, boy,— we exchanged a little bit of our
souls with each other,--- and what we shared,— there ain’t no name for
it.”
“I ain’t never
been no place like that before, either, Sir. I can’t tell you
about someplace I ain’t never been before, so I don’t know, but I’m
willing to take your word for it. It was the most powerful thing I’ve
ever experienced. I think some folks might sell their souls for a
taste of it. I know it went beyond just liking it. I know I have to
have more, whatever name it might go by. I don’t care what it’s
name is, I jes’ know I don’t wanna’ live without it.”
“Y’ain’t alone,
Son,— ya’ ain’t alone. Best damn feeling ever happened to this
black man. Never had that feel’n with nobody before. I may love
the Colonel fuck’n me, but truth is, boy, I don’t love
him.” Bradley spoke softly, “Come now, I have to take you to the
Colonel. Don’t be worry’n none about chur’ hard-on. What we
jes’ shared will see you though the very gates of Hell itself, jes’ a
struttin’ and a high step’n to your own happy tune. You got a giant,
black man’s heart in your back pocket, Son. Don’t let him down! Hold
jur’ head up high, boy! Walk with pride in your step. You earned
that hard-on in my big, black arms! Stick that big, fine look’n
dick a’ yours out there and let him see it. Defy him with it,
Son. Show him you’re a bigger man than he is. He can’t do nothing
to you, that feel’n in your heart won’t see you though. He ain’t got no
power against it, and worst of all, he don’t even know it exists. He
ain’t never had a taste of it. To taste it like we jes’ done, my
granddaddy done tole me you have to be willing to share with another,
and that word ‘share’ jes’ ain’t in that man’s vocabulary, Son.”
The giant, black man gently kissed Dwayne one last time. Dwayne did as
the giant told him. He squared his shoulders, lifted his head up,
and walked with his hips slung slightly forward to accent his all ready
roaring hard dick. They walked down the stairs with the giant
leading Dwayne by the rope around his neck. They walked into the
kitchen and Bradley barked for Dwayne to hit parade rest. Dwayne
complied immediately. He made sure his hips were push forward to
accent his roaring hard cock. He was proud of it. The giant
told him it was fine looking. Bradley hit parade rest beside
Dwayne.
“Well, well,
well,— what in the Hell do we have here?” The Colonel said slowly
getting up from the table.
“Sir!
Recruit Bradley delivering the queer to you, cleaned and ready for your
use, Sir!” Bradley reported to the Colonel.
“All right,
boy,” Bradley barked at Dwayne, “turn around, spread your feet, bend
over and grab your ankles!”
Dwayne decided
he was in the same boat as Bradley, so he may as well try to mimic his
responses; maybe, it would please the Colonel and he’d be a little
easier on him, couldn’t hurt none.”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir! Right away, Sir!” Dwayne barked as he quickly turned, spread his
feet, bent over and grabbed his ankles.
“Well done,
recruit Bradley. Well done, indeed.” The colonel said as he
walked to the side of Dwayne, and like Bradley did to him the Colonel
grabbed him around the waist and placed the butt of his hand on the
base of the big butt plug. As the Colonel held Dwayne tightly to impede
any forward movement from his hand pushing on the plug, he firmly
pushed the big plug just a little deeper into Dwayne’s ass. The Colonel
ordered him to get up and turn around to face him.
“Sir! Thank you,
Sir!” Said Dwayne as the turned.
“That big plug
in your faggot butt is keeping you hard, ain’t it, queer boy?”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!”
You’re
dismissed, recruit.” The Colonel barked an order to
Bradley, “Return to the upstairs bathroom, clean yourself
good. No less than three bags full, understand?”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!”
“Take a shower
when you finish, clean yourself well, insert your plug and report to me
in the barn.”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!”
Bradley broke
ranks and turned to return to the upstairs bathroom.
“So,— boy, what
a’ ya’ think of my new toy I brought home to fill your queer tank?”
“Sir!
Recruit Bradley seems like a fine man, Sir!”
“Good,
faggot! Real good! I see you’re picking up some manners
from the big man. That’s good! How does that big plug feel
in your butt?”
“Sir!
Fine, Sir! Thank you, Sir!”
“Fine, boy?”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir, jes' fine, Sir.”
“Glad to hear
it’s ‘fine’ with you, boy, ‘cause you’re gonna’ be wearing it a lot
from now on. That one’s just a trainer, boy. You’ll be
moving up to the same size Recruit Bradley wears in no time.
You’ll git so use to wearing it, you’ll feel incomplete without it in
your butt.”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir! Thank you, Sir!”
“Thank you,
Sir? Humm,— there’s something different about chu,’ queer-
boy. You’re being much too cooperative. What happened to
the pansy assed little school boy who used to live here,
cocksucker? What have you done with him? Where is he, boy?
What’s gotten into you?”
“Sir! He
don’t live here no more, Sir! Mr. Bradley told me to be strong and
proud, Sir!”
“Good man,
recruit Bradley! He knows what it means to be a Marine! A
real man, not a pansy ass, sniveling, little sissy boy! Knows how
to give his fine, black ass up for the Corps! You’d do well to
heed his advice, boy!”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!”
“You think
you’re jest’ about ready to give into me, so I can start reshaping you
into the come-bag I want you to be, queer?”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!” barked Dwayne.
“That’s good,
boy! Doesn’t really matter to me much, a proud pansy breaks jest’
as easily as a sniveling one. Kneel before your man, asshole!”
Ordered the Colonel to Dwayne.
Dwayne dropped
to his knees and lowered his head. The Colonel unzipped hit overalls to
the bottom of his crotch, reached in and pulled out his big penis. He
pulled his considerable foreskin back and held it in front of Dwayne’s
face.
“You want this
man’s big dick?”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!” Dwayne wasn’t pretending to go along with the
Colonel. He could smell the essence of the man, and it drove him
crazy. He wanted the Colonel’s dick more than anything in the
world at that moment. His dick got even harder and slapped
against his belly. It wasn’t missed by the Colonel.
“You bet chu’
do, come bag! And,— why do you want it, faggot?”
“‘Cause you’re a
real man, Sir, and I’m only a worthless faggot. Like you said,
Sir, that’s all I’ll ever be, Sir. I’ll never be a man like you,
Sir. I wanna’ feel like a man, Sir, and if you honor me with your come
to drink or shoot it up my ass, Sir, I’ll be able to feel like a man,
too, a least for a little while, Sir!”
“Very good,
boy! You’re beginning to listen to me. You’re coming along jes’
fine, queer!”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir! Thank you, Sir!”
“Kiss the head
of your man’s dick, faggot! Show him how much you want him to make you
a man for a little while tonight!”
Dwayne leaned
forward just a bit, lovingly kissed and ran his tongue over the head of
the Colonel’s dick. He kissed his piss slit and stuck his tongue
in it to get some of the Colonel’s man juices.
“That’s enough,
faggot!” The Colonel slapped Dwayne hard in his face with his
dick several time. All the other times when the Colonel tried to cock
whip Dwayne the boy shied away from his onslaught. This time was
different. Dwayne didn’t move an inch as if in defiance of the
Colonel’s assault, and the Colonel got in a few really powerful hits
with his big dick; however, Dwayne refused to move. Brad Dunbar was
pleasantly surprised. Maybe there was more to this boy than he
thought.
‘That’s all
right,’ the Colonel thought to himself, ‘the more defiant, and proud
they are, they might be a little harder to break, but the end result
was always the same, a willing, subservient slave of the highest
quality.’ He only had to name his price for the boy; just like
he’d done for several choice recruits over the years who simply
disappeared. Once he got rid of this nuisance who stood in his way of
owning the ranch, he’d focus his attention on getting the black giant
ready for market. He should fetch a handsome price, indeed.
“Stand,
boy!” He ordered Dwayne.
Dwayne stood
face to face with the Colonel only inches away from him. He was
looking down not daring to look into the Colonel’s eyes. The
Colonel took his hand, moved it to Dwayne’s chin and slowly raised his
head to look directly into his eyes. Without a word he moved the short
distance to Dwayne, threw his arms around him and kissed him hard and
passionately. The harder his kissed Dwayne the tighter he held
him. Dwayne
was
caught a little off guard and failed to respond at first. The
Colonel didn’t give a shit what Dwayne wanted or felt, he was taking
what the wanted; what he needed from him. Dwayne’s misplaced
passion overrode his common sense and he began to give and take from
the Colonel what he wanted.
He slowly moved his arms around the
bigger man and held him tightly as he kissed him back with equal
passion.
Dwayne began,
once again, to be sucked into the event horizon of the Colonel’s sexual
gravitational pull. Dwayne knew he couldn’t maintain orbit; he
was spiraling out of control, about to enter the rarified atmosphere of
the Colonel’s world only to crash and burn. ‘God help me,’ he thought
to himself, ‘Why does this man have to be so damn hot?’ Once again he
heard ‘little bit’ in his head, ‘Because he’s from Hell,
bubba!’ The
Colonel
broke off their kiss but continued to still hold Dwayne. He
looked deep into the boy’s eyes again.
“Now I
know! I can see it in your eyes! Why didn’t I see it
sooner? Now I see what’s happening, here! Now I understand
why you’re coming around. You’ve fallen in love with me, haven’t
you, faggot?”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!” Dwayne spoke quietly as if he was resolved to accept his
fate.
“Tough shit,
asswipe!" The Colonel said sternly. “I’d never allow
myself to fall in love with a faggot. If I was gonna’ give my
love to another man, he would, first of all, have to be a real
man. Besides, cocksucker, why would I fall in love with a boy I
intend to sell? Don’t make no sense. If you think just because I kissed
you, I have any feelings for you whatsoever, you’re sadly mistaken,
dick breath. Like everything else I’ve taken from your pansy-ass, I was
sucking your love out of you.
You’re too damn
weak to resist a real man, queer! That’s why you’ll make some man
a good slave someday real soon. You gave me exactly what I
wanted. You gave me exactly what I needed, to do what I’m gonna’
do to you. You gave me all I could ever want or need right then, and
you will continue to when I want it. I don’t even have to ask you for
it. You’ll simply give it to me, or I’ll take it away from you.
It costs me nothing, faggot!”
The Colonel took
the rope around his neck and tightened the noose just a bit.
“Enough of your
queer, school boy crush. S’about time we git chur’ clean, plugged butt
to the barn and secure you for the weekend. You’re gonna’ stay
out there all weekend. Would ju’ like that, boy?”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!”
“Of course you
would,— and why is that, faggot?”
“Because I’m a
worthless faggot, Sir.”
“You’re
beginning to see the light, boy! You’re beginning to understand!
What are you again, boy?”
“Sir! A
worthless faggot, Sir!”
“Damn right chu’
are! Don’t you never forget it, faggot and we’ll get along jes’
fine! You’re starting to understand resisting me is futile. Make
it easy on yourself. Make it easy on me, and we’ll have you
trained and sold in no time. You cooperate with me, and I just
may have you sold to a man by this time next year. I won’t have
ta’ wait until you graduate. A worthless faggot don’t need no
education when all he’s good for is to suck his owner’s dick and git
fucked by him anytime he snaps his fingers! Right, boy?
“Sir! Yes,
Sir!”
The Colonel
didn’t say any more to Dwayne, he turned and started walking to the
door leading Dwayne by the rope around his neck. He led Dwayne
down the front steps, across the clearing about fifty yards to the door
of the barn. The Colonel got some long rawhide strips and started
to tie Dwayne’s hands together.
“Sir?”
“What, faggot?”
“You don’t have
to tie me up, Sir! I’ll stay out here all weekend like you want,—
I promise, Sir.”
“Bullshit,
faggot! Y’ain’t fully broke yet, you’ll remain strung up until
I’m satisfied you’re properly broken. Don’t ask me again,
understand, queer-boy?”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir! Thank you, Sir!” Dwayne held out his hands together to
show his willingness to cooperate with the Colonel.
“You’re
progressing nicely, boy. You keep cooperating this way, it won’t
be long before you’re completely broken, and then, I know I can trust
you. After I fully break you, you’ll never even consider disobeying any
order from me. I can order you to eat a pile of fresh cow shit
and you won’t even hesitate. You’ll eat every bit of it, smile real big
with shit on your teeth and beg me for seconds. I won’t have a
bit of problem selling you to some man who’s in the market for a good,
broken in, well trained, cocksuck’n, butt fuck’n faggot to take care of
him.”
“Sir! Yes,
Sir! Thank you, Sir!”
The Colonel
finished tying Dwayne’s hands together. He had a pulley mounted
in the rafter beam over his favorite place for stringing Dwayne
up. He took one end and secured it to the leather strip he used
to secure the boy’s hands. He used the pulley to stretch Dwayne
up until just his toes were touching the floor.
“Now, faggot,—
I’ve got a couple of things to get in the house. You hang around
until I git back.” The Colonel chuckled at his own joke at
Dwayne’s expense.
“Sir! Yes,
Sir! Thank you, Sir!” Dwayne replied. The Colonel
turned to leave, stopped, turned back to Dwayne and looked at him funny.
“That’s okay,
boy,— you deserve it.” He said with a sneer on his face.
“Sir! Yes,
Sir! Thank you, Sir!”
The Colonel
smiled, nodded his head he understood, turned and left the barn.
Dwayne could only pray the cameras were turned on and recording.
He tried to look for them, but Sidney hid them too well. He
couldn’t see a one of them. They were, indeed, turned on and
recording every small detail.
* * * * * * *
“Heads up,
men!” Mr. Wiggins spoke softly to Sidney and I. “He’s leading
Dwayne to the barn with a rope around his neck. You rolling,
Logan?”
“Locked and
loaded, Sir.” Sidney grinned at the big cowboy.
I patted Sidney
on the back. We watched the Colonel lead Dwayne to his favorite spot
and hoist him up on his tiptoes. Mr. Wiggins came to watch for a
minute. The sound was terrific. You could hear a mouse fart in
the barn it was so clear. We all looked at each other when we
heard the Colonel say how easily he could sell our brother.
“Did that
bastard jes’ say what I think I heard him say?”
“Mr. Longhorn
told dad that might be his intentions, Sir.” said Sidney to his
wrangler.
“Yeah! Yeah, I
was there. I heard Vince tell us that, but I jes’ dismissed it.
It was too awful for me to believe one man would do that to
another. Son,” he spoke directly to Sidney, “I guess your
old wrangler is, after all, jes’ a dumb old cowboy.”
He shook his
head as he walked back to the window to assume his position.
“Y’ain’t dumb at
all, Mr. Wiggins. Hell, I’ve learned lots of things from you I never
would’ve if it hadn’t a’ been for you in my life. I doubt
seriously, if it weren’t for you, I would be doing this right now for
my brothers. It was you what taught me about love. I ain’t
talk’n ‘bout romantic, passionate love what eventually peters out. I’m
talk’n about unconditional love for your brother and fellow man.”
Mr. Wiggins
looked over at Sidney.
“Thanks, Son,— I
needed that right now.” He said with his voice cracking.
* * * * * * *
“Vince, for all
the shit we been through, and what we mean to each other, God knows,
I’m the last one who should be lecturing you; howsomever, humor me this
one time. I mean no disrespect to any of you men, but you should
a’ let me in on this from the beginning. We would’ve worked with
ya.’ We could a’ handled it. What you’ve told me so far about the
boys filming the whole thing is outstanding, and I’m less worried about
them know’n ole Sticker is there with‘em. That big cowboy could
break Dunbar in two. Since Dunbar brought home a confederate it
becomes a bigger problem than you anticipated. Ya’ done the right
thing, gentlemen, by calling us inta’ this. We’ll still work with
you. We ain’t a’ gonna’ go in there with guns a’ blazing. We
leave that sort of shit to the ‘governator’ and his second rate action
movies. We have no idea what this other man’s reasons or intentions are
for being there. I suspect he’s just one of Dunbar’s recruits
he’s buffalo’d inta’ coming with him to scare the crap out of Dwayne;
maybe, even more, I don’t even wanna’ think about.”
“The reason we
didn’t call ya’ right away, was because Dwayne told us he could put up
with one more weekend of being with the Colonel to git the evidence we
needed to hang his ass out to dry. Aside from what Dunbar’s doing
to Dwayne, we thought it would be neat and clean with a minimum
chance of anyone getting hurt. Then we were gonna’ bring it to
you and let chu' take it from there; but, chore' right, Lee,---
we should’ve come to you in the first
place. We were jes’ so worried about Rance’s boy, we weren’t
think’n properly.”
“Oh, Sweet
Jesus, brother, you didn’t tell Rance Harding what was going on, did
ju’?” Sheriff Bard grimaced at dad.
“I knew better’n
to do that, Lee.” My dad said. “I warned all these men and
Sticker not to tell him.”
“Good!
That’s fine! That’s one worry out of our way. Okay, Mr.
Mayhew, you say you have a key to the back gate to the rear access
road?”
“Please,— call
me Frank, Son. Yes, Sir.”
“Thank you,
Sir. All right, here’s how it’s gonna’ go down. We’ll take
two patrol cars. Frank rides with us. Now, Sir, I’ll have to ask
you to stay in yore’ bunkhouse with Sticker and the boys.”
“I will. I
give you my word, Sir.”
“That’s good
enough for me. If the access road and a rear approach to the
bunkhouse is possible, we’ll all join Sticker and the boys to see
what’s going on first. Now men, I don’t want no gun happy
vigilantes. I will be the only man to pull a gun. You each have a
Taser. Use it before your gun, got that? The only time you pull your
gun is if you see the Dalton gang ride into that barn.”
“Yes, Sir,
Sheriff Bard.” They all agreed laughing at his joke. “Even if he
gives up quietly, can we Taser the bastard for the Hell of it?” One of
his deputies asked, “I’d personally like to watch that tight ass,
pompous, military son of a bitch do the St. Vitus dance, hit the ground
writhing, and foam at the mouth.” The deputy laughed. The
Sheriff looked around the room at all the men present. He got
their votes without even asking. He winked at Vince Longhorn.
“Sure,— why
not? But, just one! I don’t wanna’ go’n kill the man before
he can be brought to justice, understand?” The Sheriff told them.
They all agreed.
“Another thing,—
the big black man probably won’t be a problem. Don’t Taser him.
We’ll decide later why he’s there and for what purpose,— got
that?” Sheriff Bard instructed. They all agreed.
Vince, you and
Mr. Wainright may come with us since your boys are involved in this,
but only under the condition you stay in the bunkhouse along with the
boys.”
My dad looked at
Mr. Wainright and he nodded his agreement.
“You have our
word, Sheriff.” Dad said.
“Good
enough! Mr. Blake, you and Mr. Winchester remain here, as soon as
the situation is secure, we’ll call and you can bring the other
vehicles to
the ranch. Whatever you do, don’t block the road from the ranch
to Ball road! I’m gonna’ need access for vehicles and possibly
the paramedics depending on Dwayne’s condition. Park ‘round in back,—
out of the way.”
Mr. Winchester
and Curley Blake agreed to stay at the Longhorn’s Ranch. Dad gave
Spencer his keys to the Bronco and Curley said he’d just drive his and
Frank’s truck back over.
“All right,
Deputy Reynolds,— you’re driving the other car. Absolutely, no
sirens or flashing lights! When we get to the back gate and park the
vehicles, there will be no slamming of doors, or any chit-chat on the
way to the bunkhouse. We have the element of surprise on our
side, here, let’s not fuck it up, gentlemen. Everyone got
that?” The Sheriff looked at all of them. Everyone agreed.
“C’mon,
gentlemen,— let’s haul some ass! Let’s put us a child molester
behind bars where he belongs.” Said Sheriff Leland Bard.
End of Chapter
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