Him
Who Made The Seven Stars
By
Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter
32
“It
is
not
because
angels
are
holier than men or devils that makes them
angels, but because they do not expect holiness from one another.” ~
William Blake
The
Night
of
the
Great
Fledging:
Part II
“If you wish to
be enhanced, there won’t be a better time than the present. With my
angels, I can get you in under the wire for the great fledging which
will occur later this e’nin sometime after midnight,” Billy said to
Oatie Breedlove and Perry Reed.
“By ‘fledging’
I’m guessing you mean growing a pair of wings?” Oatie asked.
“Yes, exactly,”
Billy replied.
“And just what
would the 'fledging’ do and what would it enhance?” Oatie asked.
“Since when did
you look a gift horse in the mouth, boy?” Elmer asked sternly, “I done
taught you better’n ‘nat!” he exclaimed,“The man just done told ju’
they’s a certain matter of expediency, but he’s willing to include you
and Ramrod Reed in what may probably be his last enhancement for a good
while. I know you must have a lot of questions, but now ain’t the time
for ‘em. We ain’t got time to spoon feed you. The train is ready to
leave the station and you gotta’ make up yore’ mind quick. This is one
a’ them times in life you gotta’ make a snap decision or be left
behind. Engineer Billy’s just about got a full train-load of cars to
pull, Son, and he’s about to blow the whistle. All aboard what’s coming
aboard.
“When did you
stop listening to your old man? Take your bossman’s word for it, you’re
gonna’ need what Master Billy is offering. You just witnessed his
powers what done gimme’ a second chance at life. Has your education
blinded you to the possibility there are much more advanced
intelligences in the universe what operate differently from our
understanding? What you just witnessed might appear to be magic
compared to our current comprehension of science and physical
phenomenon. It ain’t. It’s just more advanced. Them Ancients what
enhanced Billy believe in free choice; sometimes, to the extreme. They
didn’t tell him what being enhanced means. They ain’t that way. They
give you the gifts, make a few suggestions, then sit back, and watch
how
you handle them. He had to find out for himself the hard way and some
of it t’weren’t pleasant. If you do good, they reward you with more
enhancements, but at a price; along with the goodies comes the burden
of more responsibilities.
“Fortunately,
Master Billy came to the rescue and saved the life of a major fallen
angel what unexpectedly crash landed in his backyard who, as universal
traditions dictate, gave himself to Master Billy to become his slave.
Nick Samuels has become an invaluable resource of knowledge dealing
with the Ancients. He taught his master what becoming enhanced means
and what he can expect to accomplish. Master Billy was wise enough to
adopt him into his immediate family as his surrogate dad; much like you
and me come together and formed a similar bond years ago. If’n you
ain’t caught on, the fallen angel he calls, Nick Samuels, used to be
the right-hand angel of an evil alien entity known by the early desert
tribes of the Middle East as Jehovah or Yahweh. Nick was originally
known as the bearer of light, Lucifer, Samu’el, and in more modern
times as Old Nick.
“Nick done got a
bum rap and is better known today as the personification of evil as
Satan or the devil; however, nothing could be further from the truth.
It’s all religious bullshit; propaganda to shift the real blame and
guilt of the world from those what caused it onto a scapegoat and
telling us we are equally to blame because it is our lot to be born to
poverty and sin. It’s bunk and balderdash! Fear, guilt, and shame from
the wicked, corporate evil of organized religion; an empire built
on reveal, myth, superstition, and hearsay.
“Where do I fit
into all this? I am his missing link between his past and his future. I
complete the circle of family he must collect here on Earth to complete
his mission. We are to become his people, and he’s offering you and
Ramrod Reed a place in his family. I will be along side him whilst he
enhances you and Perry. You will have a part of me, as well as his
angel-mates, transferred to you men. Listen to yore’ bossman, Son! Have
I ever given you wrong advice? I promise, you will never have a
moment’s regret,” Elmer said firmly.
“No, sir,
Granddad, you ain’t never gimme’ bad advice. I was serious earlier when
I said I wouldn’t be where I am today without your guidance. I’m
thankful to have you back. If you say it’s something I should do -- as
your boy -- I know better than to question my bossman. With you being
gone for so long, I jes’ got out of practice, sir. I humbly beg you to
have patience with me, sir, it may take me a while to adjust. I’m
sorry, Master Billy. I know granddad took a huge step today, a leap of
faith, and I couldn’t be more grateful for what you done for us. I
would consider it an great honor and a privilege to be enhanced and
become a member of your family along with my granddad and our ramrod,
sir,” Oatie said.
“And you,
Ramrod?” Elmer put to Perry Reed, whom he considered his other adopted
grandson.
“Hell far!” he
exclaimed, “I don’t wanna’ be left out, Master Billy. I been step’n to
Master Bull and Doc Oatie’s tune for a number of years now, and they
ain’t never led me astray. I been doing better, and been happier than I
been in years since I threw my lot in with the Breedloves. All verbal
agreements they made to me, they’s lived up to, honored ever’ one, and
more. They done welcomed me into their family without reservations.
They be the best damn thing what ever happened to me. I’d be downright
proud to become a member of your family, sir. Mr. Breedlove and Oatie’s
the only family I got, and I’d be honored to walk down the same path
with them,” Perry Reed said.
Billy instructed
Oatie and Perry to strip but to pull their boots back on. When they
finished Billy gave each, one of the horse blankets Elmer laid upon,
told them to fold them, use them to kneel on facing each other, and
place their hands on each other’s shoulders to situate themselves until
they were comfortable. The men did as they were told. Billy, and his
angels, including his newest angel, Elmer Breedlove, surrounded the men
with their arms entwined with each other almost to their shoulders.
They raised their wings and began to gather the radiance and power of
the universe. They began to glow a golden color which slowly change to
a bright orange then red and on until it was a brilliant white light.
It seemed like there was a vortex beginning as there was a swirling
motion of the light and a rustling sound like the many wings of more
angels. The light began to grow so brilliant the observers had to hide
their eyes from it.
At the peak of
the fury, everything became quiet like the hush from the eye of a great
storm.
The men in attendance watched in awe as a great blue sphere once again
surrounded Billy, his men, and their two supplicants. As if in a trance
with their eyes closed, Perry and Oatie rose from their kneeling pads
and floated in the air. They let go of each other and stretched out
their bodies until they were lying next to each other. They started to
slowly rotate around and continued to do so as they were enhanced and
given an overview of the Highland Shire Project and their place in the
great plan. It was not only enhancing their natural talents and adding
several more, but it was also educating them at the same time. The look
on their faces resembled two little boys watching something in awe for
the first time.
After about
forty-five minutes of enhancement and education, the two supplicants
were slowly and gently returned to their kneeling positions and
reconnected with each other; only this time, they chose to hold each
other close and sobbed in each other’s arms from the beauty of the
experience. It was something which, not only bonded them as brothers,
but they would also remember the rest of their lives. They physically
looked to be ten to fifteen years younger, in peak male prime. Each
sported a strong erection fighting each other for room between them.
They smiled and kissed each other passionately as Billy and his angels
powered down. The final enhancement was complete. There would be others
from time to time, but not on such a large scale as was accomplished
during the last twenty-four hours.
“We had no idea
the scope or the breadth of what these ancient races have bestowed upon
you, Master Billy. I hope sometime soon we get to meet the great Shedus
who helped with our enhancements,” Oatie said, thanking Billy, his
angels, and Elmer.
“We’ll make
time. We hope you men can join us for the weekend. We have plenty of
room and sometimes we do things on the spur of the moment. With your
education in the healing arts, Doctor Breedlove, you should find your
enhancements a shortcut to repairing and faster healing of your
patients,” Billy said, “We have the rest of today to get to know each
other better, so you gentlemen put on your clothes, and we will join
the rest of our family. I think we’re just about to serve a light
lunch, and the cowboys will fire up the barbecue drums for later this
evening,” Billy announced. He and his angels already de-winged.
“What shall I do
with my wings, Master Billy?” Elmer asked.
“You must wear
them for several hours before we can teach you to de-wing, Master
Bull,” Billy replied, “About six hours should do. Your heart must
adjust to the greater flow of blood to supply your new attachments. You
think you can handle them for that long?” he asked.
“Damn right!
With the body you gimme,’ I can wear ‘em all damn day,” Elmer replied.
“Good. You look
s’damn good in them, Master Bull. You look like you were made to wear a
set of wings,” Billy complimented him, “What do you think, Vox?” Billy
asked Elmer’s adoring smaller companion.
“He’s always
been my cowboy angel, but to see him wearing wings just confirms it for
me,” Vox replied.
“And will my
little darlin’ be grow’n a set of wings this e’nin?” Elmer asked with
his huge arm around Vox bussing a kiss on his neck behind his ear.
“He most
certainly will, Master Bull, and he’ll need your strength,
encouragement, and compassion to help him fledge. That’s one of the
reasons I done went ahead and gave you your set early. Furthermore, I
don’t know if you realize just how unique your friend is. Vox and I
need to sit down and talk with you, Master Bull; perhaps, over lunch or
later this evening. I discovered something quite unusual about your
companion when I was healing and restoring him you might fine most
interesting,” Billy said mysteriously.
“He’s always
been special to me. I knew we were drawn to each other the first e’nin
I spent with him, and I know’d it was more’n just sexual release. When
I began to see him once a month -- after about six months -- we’s lying
in bed one night, he told me he was afraid he was falling in love with
me. I told him not to be afraid because I done beat him to the draw. I
already was in love with him. I explained to him he become more of a
mate to me than my wife ever was, and I meant it. We fit together like
the last two pieces of a pitcher puzzle. I don’t think he believed me
at the time and just thought I’s blow’n smoke up his ass; however,
after my wife died, I was gonna’ wait several months before doing
anything with anybody. Somehow, I got this crazy notion in my head, it
was the respectful thing to do as a cowboy, but one thought began
to nag at me. I remembered how little respect she had for my feelings
or
needs when she cut me off cold turkey. She told me her religion
wouldn’t allow her to do such debase and nasty things unless it was to
have children, and since we didn’t plan to have any more kids, she
weren’t about to engage in carnal lust just for sexual release or to
bring me a bit of pleasure and comfort.
"As much as I stormed around the house, yelled, threatened, or pleaded,
she never gave in, and God as my witness, I ain’t the kind of man to
force ma’self on nobody. I don’t have to. I’m a bull. You can take that
any way you like, but I believe in my own personal worth; and, while it
might not mean much to her no more, I knew I wouldn’t have no trouble
find’n somebody who would appreciate my brand of cowboy loving. Never,
in my wildest dreams, did I ever think it would be with another man,
but once’t I realized I was in love with Vox, I ain’t never been sorry
nor do I regret a
moment I spent in the arms of my little buddy. As time went on, I
knew I was falling deeper in love with him. There was just something
about him
other men, I’d been with for a good cowboy roll in the hay, just didn’t
have. If I had to describe it, I would say Vox has a softness, a
vulnerability about him which would come through his personality and
gently wrap itself around my soul what would satisfy me so completely
it kept me coming back for more.
“After about a
month without Vox, I damn near went crazy. I didn’t even jackoff
think’n on how much better it would be saving myself to share with him.
Our Friday was coming up, and I called him. I told him I loved him too
goddamn much to do penance for our relationship one day longer. I told
him how bad I needed him, and did he feel like bedding his bull for the
weekend? Being the sweet man he is, he asked how soon I could be
there,” Elmer said, and he threw back his handsome head and laughed,
“After
a nice dinner, we got into bed and didn’t get out until Sunday morning
when we had to get ready for church. We went to church, and I took him
to dinner at the Willow Creek restaurant. Afterward, we went back to
his place, made more love, and stayed in bed until I had to leave that
evening to go back to the ranch.
"We repeated our
one weekend a month -- sometimes more if he was free -- for a number of
years. More than anyone, I wanted to be his bull, to become his
protector, and I wanted and needed Vox to love me in return; however,
like most men, I waited too long to act. I suffered unbearable grief in
that rest home, not because I was getting older and couldn’t take care
of myself, but I was in anguish for never having consummated our
relationship with a greater bond. I misjudged what time we had left. It
wasn’t until I found myself in that home, I realized what a great
mistake I made by not making the decision to share the rest of my life
with Vox. You can never know what you missed in life until you sit in a
wheelchair day after day watching life pass you by, pondering what
might have been if you only did something different. I began to
understand, people don’t die because of age. They die because they have
no other options left to them. They have slowed to a stop on a
sidetrack and watch the train of life pass with blinding speed while
they’re sitting still. The door is always there before them looming
large. When they finally have enough, they give up all regrets, and if
they’re lucky, forgive themselves for their trespasses, and gladly walk
through the door. The most one can hope for is to die with dignity. I missed Vox so
much. I won’t make that mistake again. I’m looking forward to making up
for lost time,” Elmer added, pulling Vox closer. His buddy leaned
against him affectionately and wiped away a tear. Billy smiled and
winked at Vox. The smaller man blushed like a young bride. If Billy had
his way, Vox/Rox would be married to the great bull before much longer.
Billy noticed
Elmer’s Wranglers. The pair Oatie packed for his granddad were two
sizes to big for him now his weight was adjusted to the younger
man he became. “Shit, cowboy, you cain’t go to the ball look’n like
that. Them Wranglers don’t fit chu’ right, and I need to add one more
thing,” Billy allowed then waved his hand over Elmer like an orchestral
conductor, “Salagadoola, mechicka boola, bibbiti bobbiti boo!” he
exclaimed and Elmer’s Wranglers were instantly replaced with a pair of
Wranglers
what looked like they were painted on him. It showed everything, front
to rear, from his huge member to his callipygian buckaroo buttocks, and
instead of a western shirt he was wearing a powerfully built black
leather harness which accented his massive chest, his huge pectoral
muscles, and the black tips of his huge wings. He looked like a great
statue of Atlas Billy remembered having seen on the Internet, complete
with a slightly pronounced girdle of Hercules. The big man was
stunning. Elmer wasn’t a pretty man, but he was handsome enough to
deserve
more than a second look. His features were strongly masculine and
rugged. He was an impressive bull of a man and made a damn fine looking
cowboy angel -- one Billy Daniels could be proud to call his own.
“Come,
Gentlemen. Let’s have a nice lunch. We can show you the rest of the
place and introduce you to everyone,” Billy said.
About that time
the youngsters and the Sun Bears saw Billy and his posse retuning from
the barn with a reconstructed cowboy angel walking with them. They were
as stunned as everyone else, but they ran as fast as they could to
Elmer’s huge arms. The poor man found himself engulfed with four kids
and a dozen Sun Bears. They each had to have a hug and give him a kiss
to wish him well. Elmer didn’t stop until he held and petted each one
and talked with them for a few minutes. They all had to touch his wings
and compliment him on how wonderful he looked. The kids and Sun Bears
did more for the old man’s ego than any adult every could.
“He loves the
little ones,” Oatie said laughing as an aside to Billy.
“They’re drawn
to him like a magnet,” Billy said.
“I remember my
attraction to him all those years ago, and to see him like this, stirs
that little boy inside me. It’s so wonderful to have him back. You have
made a number of people very happy, Master Billy,” Oatie said.
“Jes’ do’n ma’
job, pod’na,” Billy said trying to sound like a humble cowboy, “To be
honest, yore’ old man makes my little boy git the happies, too,” Billy
added and they shared a laugh.
There was much
lively conversation at lunch and the ladies couldn’t get over Elmer,
the bull of the hill country. Billy had to smile to himself. Old Elmer
was not only a proven stud and dripped sex appeal, he was also a
charming man without being rude or crude. Everyone was mesmerized
with his gift of story telling and his sense of humor. He could recite
long cowboy poems that were painfully funny and kept everyone
entertained. He took a personal interest in Kayla and Randy and sat
with one big arm around them and his other around Vox.
After lunch
Billy’s family watched as the Irin cowboys got the stage set up and
chairs carried out behind the big barn for the weekly Saturday night
barnyard concert and hoedown. Billy asked his Sun Bears if they would
be willing to perform for everyone, and they responded with great
enthusiasm. They looked upon it as a pleasure to share their talents
with their new family rather than have it choked out of them by the
space pirates. They were eating well, comfortable with Billy’s family,
and were eager to please. They brought their instruments with them to
the stage in case they needed them.
Billy and his
family opened the concert part of the afternoon with a reading of a new
string quartet they ran through only once; Samuel Barber’s first string
quartet. It is a brilliantly conceived piece of music with many
contradictory sounds followed by moments of beautiful clarity and soul
searching empathy. One could almost compare it with a political
statement, or perhaps, a summation of the music and state of the world
during the first half of the twentieth century, blatantly rejecting the
dead-end street of serial music and striving mightily to fine a fresh
new voice. No other American composer agonized as much to create
something of honest beauty as did Barber. He became one of the stronger
voices of the so-called American school which really became a bridge
from the heavy syrup of late romanticism to a more modern idiom.
However, it wasn’t until fourteen years into the second half of the
century there came a startling new voice on the music scene that rocked
everyone’s boat. It was Terry Riley’s 1964 minimalist composition in
“C” which began to make musicians ask questions about the role serious
music should play in society. There is a great probability Mr. Riley’s
composition will be remembered as one of the most seminal events in
music history and one of the ten most important contributions to art of
the Twentieth Century. It ripped the concept of music from the hands of
the academics and returned it to the people. Music was reborn from a
morass of dark self pity and the heavy chains of twelve-tone dogma to
become as inventive as life itself. Music was once again free to evolve
along with the rest of humanity.
Billy didn’t
know how his audience might receive Barber’s quartet, but after his
group played the beautiful and lyrical ‘Adagio’ of the second movement,
everyone rose from their chairs with tears in their eyes, and demanded
they repeat the movement. Billy’s musicians obliged and finished with
the last movement. The twins, Roz, and Billy were bonding as musicians
and their playing became something awesome to behold. They were
becoming a family within a family. Billy knew he had to get a better
instrument to play. The twin’s Strads and Roz’s Amati were much greater
voices, but he was not in a hurry to replace it.
Next on the
program Billy scheduled the Sun Bears to play their instruments and the
males to do their folk dances. Billy sat in the audience next to Zelma.
“Best Barber I’ve heard in a good while, Maestro Billy,” she said
quietly.
Billy smiled at
her double meaning, “You ain’t heard nothing yet, fair lady. My new
children will knock yore’ support hose off,” he said and laughed. Zelma
reach over to tickle Billy and got him laughing.
The Sun Bears
were wonderful and had everyone cheering and applauding after several
dances. They held nothing back. They knew they were playing to a home
audience who would appreciate them for their talents and art and not
because they were being forced to do so. They allowed their talent and
charm to enthrall their audience. They were expressing their love and
appreciation for their new family.
Elmer and his
group were sitting on the front row with Billy and his family. “Can you
believe what we’re hearing, Vox?” Oatie asked during the second
intermission.
“You should have
heard them on the two planets we visited last evening. There were
literally thousands of people in the town square, and they couldn’t
believe it either. You ain’t heard nothing yet. Wait ‘til Billy and his
musicians play for the Sun Bears to dance. You won’t believe it,” Vox
said.
“Is it part of
their enhancements?” Perry asked.
“No doubt, but
you must remember, Billy, Roz, Poly, and Cass were fine talents before
they were enhanced. It just augmented and solidified their abilities.
It brought them together to form the beginnings of a great musical
family,” Vox explained, “I have been assigned the task of teaching and
working with the new, young musicians to teach them the basics,” he
added.
“I can see that
as an enviable role; helping to create and mold new talent. It seems
Master Daniels has room for everyone in his new family,” Oatie
concluded.
The rest of the
afternoon concert was taken up by the Sun Bears doing more of their
folk dances to Billy and his musician’s performance of ‘Petrushka.’
Oatie and his family were again blown away by the performance and
talent of the small dancing Sun Bears. They were a delight to behold
and the difficult music was played to perfection.
The last part of
the program was devoted to the country music hoedown. Billy and his
musicians played the tunes so many times before it was almost like a
second nature. After a while the Sun Bears took up their instruments
and started playing with them. They didn’t miss a beat and added a
great authenticity to the country sound of the music. The audience
stood and watched both the players and the gathered Highland cattle as
they began to do their dances to the music. Elmer Breedlove thought the
dancing cows were the funniest damn thing he’d seen in decades.
Everyone was laughing and applauding to encourage the cattle. They were
fantastic.
While the
concert was going on one of Billy’s cowboy lookouts stationed at the
rear of the concert with a pair of binoculars came to him and pulled
him away for a moment. He handed Billy his binoculars and
pointed to a high ridge on the other side of the river. Billy looked
through the glasses, focused a bit and was amazed at what he saw.
Sitting on the granite rocks like a part of their audience sitting in
the cheap seats in the balcony was a gathering of Bigfoot and daddy
long-legs. There had to be fifty or more; approximately thirty watchers
and twenty daddy long-legs. Billy was particularly taken by one who was
wearing a brown leather mask over most of his face held in place by
leather straps which tied in the back beneath his long blond hair. He
had a lean but muscular body covered by scars which looked
like he barely survived in a terrible battle, and he was completely
nude. About half the daddy long-legs were naked.
Billy felt a
hand on his shoulder and turned to see the massive presence of his big
daddy bull. He handed Elmer the binocs and told him to look on the
rocky ledge just above the river on the other side. Elmer did as Billy
told him and let out a low whistle. “Damnation, their numbers are
growing, and them daddy long-legs are more than I ever saw before. Is
this their first time?” Elmer asked.
“Naw, sir,
Master Bull, my cowboys have been telling me they were sure we were
being watched, but this is the first time I ever seen 'em come this
close. They don’t seem to be worried about us looking at them. My
uncle-in-laws told me they are now under my protection, and they own me
and their masters,” Billy replied.
“And by
‘masters’ you’s including me. Why do I understand the concept without
you explaining it to me, Son?” Elmer asked and grinned.
“Who owns you,
Master Bull?” Billy asked and grinned.
“You do and
everyone I come to love down to ma’ favorite pony,” Elmer shot back.
“Can I get a
'Hosanna’?” Master Bull.
“Hosanna in the
highest!” Elmer exclaimed softly shaking his head like a solid period
at the end of a sentence. “Lemme’ git ma’ boy. I want him to see this,”
Elmer said and motioned for Oatie to join them.
Oatie came and
Billy handed him the binoculars. Oatie looked through them and gasped.
There on the rocks were Catfish and three of his buddy watchers who
Oatie took care of a number of times including the daddy long-leg
wearing the leather mask. He was the shyest of the lot.
“Recognize any
of them, Son?” Elmer asked.
“Three of the
Bigfoot live on our ranch, and the one with the mask comes and goes. I
only see him about once’t a month. Sometimes more in the winter because
we always leave food out for them,” Oatie replied.
“I thought I
remember the big black buck,” Elmer said, “You named him 'Catfish’
because he has such a large mouth,” he added.
“Yeah, it’s
Catfish, his number one and two companions, and the daddy long-leg I
give the name 'Roamer’ because he’s been seen on every ranch on the
two rivers. He don’t stray far from the river, and won’t never come up
to anyone’s house. Catfish took me to him one time when he’s real sick.
I give him some antibiotics. He never came back, but I kept track of
him
through Catfish,” Oatie said.
After the
barnyard concert the family and their guests enjoyed a leisurely
afternoon relaxing and enjoying each other’s company. Billy urged
everyone to get an early start to bed because the great fledging would
begin sometime around midnight and everyone should get some rest. He
explained, once it began, it probably would mean his auxiliary crew
would be busy for the next four to six hours. Billy took Elmer
and the boys out to the back of the other barn where there was an old
rusty metal table set up for working on farm equipment. Several other
men followed them. They were curious what Billy was up to and he
encouraged them to join him. He told Rory, Cal, and Randy to gather
some of the old, weathered boards sitting in a pile next to he barn and
bring them to the table. They did as they were told.
“Now, Gentlemen,
you men and our new cowboy angel here, is gonna’ become my helpers. I’m
gonna’ teach you how to make a small cut on the back of a man what’s
beginning to fledge and sprout his wings. Billy held up one of the
boards, and with his index finger of his right hand, he shot out a beam
of light like a laser and carefully wrote 'Billy Daniels’ in a florid
style across the surface of the board. It was just enough to make an
indention in the wood without setting it on fire.
“Rory, since
you’s the oldest, you go first,” Billy said.
Rory picked up a
board and concentrated. You could see him straining but nothing
happened. Finally, he let out an exasperated breath and looked at Billy
in disappointment.
“You’s try’n too
hard, Son. You got the power. Do I have your permission to get inside
your head to give you a little push?” Billy asked.
“Of course,
Master Billy,” Rory replied.
“Can I
piggy-back your brothers and Master Bull so’s they can learn along with
you?” Billy asked.
“Can you get
that many inside my head?” Rory asked and grinned.
“Your brain is
bigger than you think, Son. There’s plenty room for us,” Billy replied.
“Sure, Master
Billy. They’re welcome,” Rory allowed.
Billy felt the
other two boys and his bull connect with him, and he eased them into
the
boy’s mind. He told Rory to look in the file in his head labeled 'tool
box’ and he would find a program called ‘surgical procedures.’ <<
Here it is, Master Billy. I found it, sir, >> he said.
<< Good
man. Now point your finger toward the board, run the ‘surgical cut’
program on a low setting and aim at the board, >> Billy sent.
Rory did as he
was told, the blue light shot from his finger to the board, and it
burst into flames.
<< Lower
the setting, Son, >> Billy said laughing at the look of horror on
Rory’s face. His younger brothers and Elmer laughed with Billy. “It’s
okay, Son, we ain’t laughing at you. They got their turn coming, and
we’ll see how much they learned from your mistake,” Billy said out loud
and the other men laughed at Billy.
Rory tried again
with a much lower power setting and began to carefully write his name
onto the surface of the board almost as skillfully as Billy did. Billy
could see Rory’s dad out of the corner of his eye. Tom’s chest swelled
with pride, and a pleased smile crossed his face. Billy got a picture
in his head of Tom blowing up like a hot air balloon and floating away
over the ranch. Suddenly every man there broke up laughing. The boys
went crazy laughing at the thought in Billy’s head. Tom just blushed
and grinned real big. “Y’ain’t a bit more proud of them boys than we
are, Master McMartin,” Billy said.
Billy took off
his shirt and laid it on the workbench. “Now, Son, use that setting to
open my arm, with about an eight inch straight cut. Don’t be afraid. I
cut off all feeling to my right arm,” Billy said.
“But, Master
Billy?” Rory asked in horror.
“Don’t be
afraid, Son, you can stop the bleeding and heal my wound like I done
showed you boys how to mend them cows the other day,” Billy encouraged.
Rory got a
frustrated look on his face and walked around to Billy’s other side. It
suddenly dawned on Billy, Rory was standing on his left side when his
master told him to cut him. Billy rolled his eyes and looked to heaven
for help. Everyone roared with laughter at Billy’s faux pas.
“Thank them gods
that boy knows the difference between right and left even if his master
don’t!” Tron Garrett exclaimed dryly. Tron’s buckaroo put-down broke
them up again and Tom McMartin laughed the hardest.
Rory got himself
together and did as his master instructed. He opened a clean cut in
Billy’s arm, and it began to bleed a bit. Rory waved his hand over the
wound and it was completely healed. He whipped out his bandanna and
wiped the blood from Billy’s arm. Billy pulled the boy to him in a hug
and kissed him on top of his head. “Ya’ done good, cowboy. You’ll be a
big help this e’nin. I think it only proper you help your dad into his
new world of becoming a cowboy angel. What say you, Master McMartin?”
Billy said firmly.
“So say I!”
replied Tom with equal enthusiasm, “If’n I got two wings coming, they’s
one for each son,” Tom added.
“Hosanna!” Billy
exclaimed.
“Hosanna, in the
highest!” everyone exclaimed in reply.
Billy repeated
the procedure with Cal, Randy, and Elmer. The boys were naturals and
had a bit longer to adjust to their powers. Elmer was a bit unsure of
himself, but he proved to be quite skilled after several tries and was
gaining confidence by the minute. He was, after all, he told himself,
the bull of the hill country and had a certain image to uphold. He also
quickly learned it didn’t pay to have thoughts like that when a bunch
of randy cowboys were tuning into your mind. There were many snickers
and a couple of downright guffaws from the other men. Elmer blushed
beet red and laughed at himself. “Beware the sin of pride!” he said out
loud and got another round of laughter from the men. Vox went to him
and gave him a big hug and a pat on his back. “As long as my little
darlin’ is happy wiff’ me, I’m a contented bull,” Elmer said, “Ya’ont
me
to have Master Billy put’n one a them big rings in my nose like that
handsome black angel wears, Darlin,’ so's you can lead me around like
I’s yore’ prize bull?” he asked Vox.
“Only if you ask
to marry me, Daddy Bull,” Vox replied and everyone laughed.
“And if you said
'yes’ I would wear it with pride, my love,” Elmer allowed.
“I think we’re
done here. After your men take care of your dad, I want one of you to
stay with him and the other report to me,” Billy said to Rory and Cal.
“I’ll stay with
dad,” Calhoun said, “I might be a tad better with pain control
than Rory, but he’s more sure of himself and steady as a cutter than
me,” the boy said.
“Excellent idea,
Cal, but after you get your dad into a peaceful painless sleep, I want
you to report to me. If he needs anything, your mother will let us
know,” Billy said.
“Yes, sir,
Master Billy,” Cal said.
“Randy -- you
and Rory will help the twelve Sun Bears when they start to complain
when they start to grow the nodules for their wings. You might want to
remove the hair from both sides of their bodies so you can make a
cleaner cut. The hair will grow back. Have Buck or Hank give you a pair
of trimmers from our barber shop what have been cleaned and
sterilized,” Billy said.
“Yes, sir,
Master Billy,” Rory said for him and Randy.
“Nick, you,
Balthazar, and Clyde will be with me. We’ll take care of our newly
fledging family members. Roz will be our first lady angel,” Billy said.
“She won’t be
the last, Boss,” Nick said and everyone laughed, “Them Ancients done
opened a large can of envy when they enhanced her,” he added.
“I agree. The
thought come to me, it won’t be long before my grandma, Mrs. Redbone,
and Tom’s wife, Abigale, are gonna’ feel left out. Not to worry. The
Irin and the Grigori agreed to give me the power to create my own
angels. We’ll take care of them a little later when we have a slow down
in activities,” Billy said. Several of the men laughed.
“And just when
do you think that might be, Nephew?” Billy’s Uncle Nathan asked with a
wry grin and laughed. The other men laughed with him.
“Good point,
Uncle,” Billy replied shaking his head, “Like ever’ thing else, we’ll
just make time for them,” Billy allowed.
“The sooner, the
better,” Tron insisted, “I love to eat too much to offend them ladies,”
he said and laughed. Everyone agreed.
“Boomer, you’re
with me and my angels. Ludo and Caesar, you hang with the boys and
Master Tom. See to their needs and provide them with as much comfort as
possible. Stay close to your young masters and assist them anyway you
can,” Billy said, and the giant creatures assured him they would.
“Do you plan to
relax for a while with Vox in his room, Master Bull?” Billy asked Elmer.
“Sure as the
Bluebonnets bloom in Texas, Buckaroo, but we got time if you got
something else to take care of. I ain’t git’n tired. I feel like I
could go all night,” Elmer replied, “How 'bout you, darlin’?” Elmer
asked Vox.
“I’m feeing
better than I have in years, Daddy Bull. It’s early afternoon. We got
plenty time after the sun goes down,” Vox replied.
“Good. I’m glad
you’re feeling better because you just may be up all night,” Billy
said, “I don’t know if you heard about it or not, but I bought me a new
slave two days ago and I ain’t had a chance to process him or do
anything with him,” he explained.
“I did hear
something about it. Buster was my roommate in Brady. The sheriff would
come visit his dad and told us about some man what tried to kill
another man what was delivering some heavy-duty equipment out to your
ranch,” Elmer said.
“That’s right.
His name is Orville Higginbothem, and the man he tried to kill is my
big cowboy brother, Enoch Redbone. We knew he was gonna’ be found
guilty so the sheriff made a deal with the court, and I bought him
before he even went to trial. We brought him home Friday e’nin. I
turned him over to two of my most trusted cowboy slaves to look after
until we got back from our visit with them ancient races, and I had
time to process him properly. I asked my slaves to create a special
room off the other barn as an extension of our old barber shop. They
finished it last week and done a damn good job. The Grigori gave us
some special processing equipment what my slaves installed, and they
told me they’re ready for me to try it out with old Orville. You men
are welcome to join us if’n you like, but we might want to consider
sending the young’uns up to the big house. They can join us later,”
Billy said.
“Why?” asked Tom
McMartin. "If they’re old enough to help with the fledging, I don’t
understand why we should shield them from the reality of our current
practices of slavery. Granted, you and the majority of your slaves have
a different understanding of their relationship with you because of the
social structure they came from, but forced slavery because of
indenturement, or in Orville’s case punishment, is very much a real
part of our society and as such, I think the boy’s should learn there
are different forms of slavery and not all of them are as ideal or
desirable as your more benevolent form,” Tom argued strongly.
“I can’t argue
with such clear logic, Tom. I ain’t got no problem including your boys
or Randy if you think it’s all right. Randy and I have a bond. I know
he won’t discuss something with his mother or grandmother without
asking me whether it would be appropriate or not. Right, Buckaroo?”
Billy asked his young saddle buddy.
“Yes, sir,
Master Billy. I understand there are things men do together or in their
work they don’t need to share with the women-folk,” Randy replied.
“And do you men
understand the same as Randy?” Tom asked Rory and Calhoun.
“Yes, sir, Dad.
We understand certain things you men do and discuss wouldn’t be proper
to discuss with the ladies,” Rory replied for both.
“Good, then
bring your protectors along, and let’s learn something new,” Tom said
encouraging his boys.
Everyone agreed
they wanted to see Billy process his new slave. Billy took the men to
the barber shop where they milked the watchers and each other when they
morphed. They passed through the shop and through a door to a
completely new room which was set up as a slave processing area. It was
well lit and ventilated. They found Billy’s two slave handlers and
Orville waiting for them. Orville was still wearing his harness
contraption. Orville stood
between the two large Irin cowboys with his feet apart and his hands
behind his back at parade rest as instructed by his keepers. Billy gave
his cowboy slave keepers instructions on what he wanted done and how
the men were to see to Orville. He told them he wanted them to clean
him up and remove every trace of hair on his body. Billy told them he
wanted Orville completely denuded, and if they had to remove his butt
plug to remove the hair around his ass, do so, but return it as soon as
they finished. Billy didn’t have to tell his trusted Irin cowboys not
to use Orville anally, but he did to stress it was their master’s
prerogative to take any new Earth slave for his first time as was an
essential part of asserting a master’s dominance. They assured him they
understood and Billy could trust them with his wishes.
It was a
different Orville which stood in front of Billy that afternoon. Billy’s
cowboys did an excellent job removing his hair. He was as smooth as a
baby’s butt. Orville noticed three large cowboys with leather
harnesses. One was black with a large ring through his nose and smaller
rings through his tits. Orville thought it was unusual but on the huge
black man the piercings looked like they belonged. He didn’t know why,
but it stirred something deep down within his gut. There were more
surprises to come. Orville’s eyes
almost popped out of his head when he saw a huge cowboy following Billy
and his group with a beautiful set of silver wings. He was also wearing
a massive black leather harness. The reconstructed Elmer Breedlove, the
bull of the hill country, was a magnificent sight to behold. Orville
decided there could be no debate as to how many Elmer’s could dance on
the head of a pin. Billy saw several emotions pass through
Orville’s mind. His face was like watching a video screen. While he was
in awe of Elmer, there was also a good deal of wonder and fear which
registered on his face. His eyes would scan the men, boys, Elmer then
he looked to Billy for any sign of explanation. He knew better than to
asked. He didn’t have to. His face was one big question mark.
“Easy Orville,”
Billy said gently. Everything will be explained to you in time. You
will see many new and unusual things around this ranch. Some of these
men you know and some you don’t. They are here to witness the first
part of your processing as my slave. Have Ren and Stumpy been treating
you well?” Billy asked.
“Yes, sir,
Master Billy, they been better to me than I might expect. While they
been firm and demanding, they also been helpful and considerate. They
ain’t been nasty or mean spirited to me. They treat me like a brother
they would like to see succeed as your slave. They been teaching me
master/slave protocol and manners, sir,” Orville replied. He sounded
like he was more than a little impressed with his keepers and grateful
they didn’t abuse him.
“Good, you seem
to be a bit more resigned to your situation,” Billy observed, “Has he
given you men any trouble?” Billy asked his two Irin cowboy keepers.
“Not at all,
Master Billy. None, sir. He’s been good to follow our orders and is
making a satisfactory effort to comply. At first, he complained a bit
about his plug being uncomfortable, but we tried to explain to him, it
can only be removed when we clean him or when you make a decision to
the contrary. He seems to have adjusted pretty well. We cleaned him out
using the new equipment the Grigori provided us, and he seems to be
accepting the idea better. It will take some time,” Ren replied.
“Glad to hear
it. The more Orville cooperates, the better it will be for everyone
concerned. I saw you looking at my black slave, Orville. Anything you
want to asked me about him?” Billy asked.
“No questions,
Master Billy. Anything you care to tell me will be fine, sir,”
Orville replied.
“His name is
Balthazar. He’s one of my slaves, but I didn’t ring him. His
previous owner, a very lovely lady, had him ringed. He is one of my
protectors, and I’m very proud of him. Balthazar, would you be so kind
as to show our new slave your other piercing?” Billy asked.
“No problem,
Master,” Balthazar replied. He didn’t hesitate, undid his Wranglers,
and let them drop to his boot tops. Balthazar took his enormous cock in
his right hand and with his left pulled back his considerable foreskin
so Orville could get a good look. The new slave gasped with surprise,
but never diverted his eyes from Bathazar’s fine cock. Billy noticed
Orville’s considerable penis immediately became engorged with blood and
the head was peaking out the top of his codpiece on his leather
harness. Try as he might, Orville couldn’t hide his excitement from
seeing the large gage ring through the handsome black man’s penis.
“Looks to me
like yore’ old dick’s got a mind of its own, Orville,” Billy said and
laughed.
Several of his
family joined him.
“I guess I
cain’t gainsay that, Master Billy, but I don’t know why,” Orville
humbly said.
“Maybe yore’ old
pony would like to feel the weight of a big ring through it?” Billy
allowed. Orville didn’t reply, but just continued to look at Balthazar
in all his glory. “Well I think we should make your old cock a happy
camper. That’s what you will look like when I get through with you this
afternoon,” Billy said firmly. “While you won’t be quite so handsome,
you will wear the rings,” he added. Billy thanked Balthazar and told
him to pull up his Wranglers. Balthazar smiled, bowed, and did as he
was told.
“Remove my
slave’s harness, Gentlemen, but leave his plug in his ass. I don’t
think he needs the harness to hold it in now,” Billy ordered his slave
keepers, and they quickly removed Orville’s harness. “Get on this
leather table,” Billy said slapping the examination table, “and put
your boots in the stirrups, slave. It won’t take me but a few minutes
to get chu’ ringed like a proper slave,” Billy said.
Orville didn’t
hesitate, got up on the table, threw his legs into the air, and
settled his boots in the metal stirrups widely separating his legs.
Everyone could see the large metal plug in his ass. The boys weren’t
the only men fascinated by Orville’s conversion to a slave.
“May I ask a
question, Master?” Orville asked politely.
“As long as
you’re respectful, you may asked me anything, Orville,” Billy replied.
“Will it hurt?”
he asked.
“I promise, you
won’t feel a thing while I’m doing it, and after I have your rings in
place, I will heal them so they will feel like they been in place
for a good while. It will take some time to get used to them, but there
will be no pain,” Billy assured him as he removed his cowboy hat and
shirt. Billy disappeared for an instant and reappeared in a great flash
of light fully fledged in his beautiful gold wings. Orville almost
jumped off the bench, but Billy reached out and put his hand on the
large man’s belly and held him down. “Easy, Hoss!” Billy exclaimed, “I
told you, you would see some unusual things on this ranch,” he said.
“Jesus, Master
Billy, are you and that other man angels?” Orville asked.
“No, that big
hombre with them handsome silver wings is my Master Bull, Elmer
Breedlove. Elmer’s and me’s lived in this county all our lives. Surely
you heard of his grandson, Oatie Breedlove, who played for the
University of Texas; however, Balthazar and them other two good look’n
men wear’n harnesses are angels. You men wing up. I might need to call
on you,” Billy ordered Nick, Clyde, and Balthazar. They vanished and
returned almost as quickly in a great flash of light wearing their
handsome wings.
“Oh, my god!”
Orville exclaimed, “You weren’t kidding. They really are angels, and
one is your slave?” he asked.
“No, Orville,
the three of them are my slaves and protectors,” Billy replied, “Master
Bull is
my master here on Earth. Everyone must have someone to answer to,” he
added.
“I understand
I’m your slave, Master Billy, and in the last couple of days I come to
accept my fate as being the result of my own selfish conspiring; but,
where am I now?” Orville asked plaintively.
“You’re in the
heart of the hill country of West Central Texas Orville. I don’t think
it would be an exaggeration to say, this is the last place on Earth
anyone might expect to find angels who dwell here. You have become the
slave of a humble cowboy who has been enhanced and gifted by two races
of ancient people who expect me and my family to bring about change in
the world. You are my first fully human slave, if that gives you
definition or direction. If you work hard for me and please me, you
will be rewarded with trust and more privileges. If you fight me, you
will be restricted and punished. You will be monitored twenty-four
hours a day, so you won’t be able to cheat or conspire against me
without me finding out about it. You will have rules to live and work
by, but you will neither be overworked nor abused. You will be
carefully taught to give up your old ways and take on new ways of work
and cooperation. I plan to remake you and save you from yourself,”
Billy said.
“This is
certainly different than I thought it was going to be,” Orville said.
“I hope you mean
it in a good way,” Billy said and smiled.
“I do, Master
Billy. Do as you will with me. Remake me if you can. I trust you, sir,”
Orville said.
“Good. Lets get
to work,” Billy said. He held both hands over Orville and a bright blue
light emanated from his hands. “You should be feeling a tingling
sensation on your skin, slave. I’m making your hair removal permanent.
I decided I like you without hair and you will remain that way as long
as you’re my slave,” Billy explained.
“Yes, sir,
Master Billy,” Orville replied as Billy moved over every surface of his
slave’s body front and rear. Orville returned to lie on his back again
with his boots in the stirrups. Buck and Hank got out some tools and
brought them to Billy on a medical cart. Billy placed his hand on
Orville’s head. You will see and hear everything going on, but you will
not be able to move except for your mouth. You will feel nothing. We
will start with your nose first. Billy took a needle and stuck it into
the septum of his slave’s nose. “Feel that?” he asked.
“No, sir,
nothing,” Orville replied.
“Good, that’s
what we want. I want to ring you as my slave, not torture you,” Billy
said.
Hank handed him
an instrument and Billy swiftly punched a hole in Orville’s septum. The
big man was a bit disconcerted by the crunching sound of the punch but
never let out a sound. Billy quickly inserted the large stainless ring
and cold welded it together so it was permanent. He nodded for Nick, he
waved his hand over the slave’s nose, and it was instantly healed. Hank
was right behind Billy and quickly cleaned up the blood from the
piercing. They were finished. Billy did essentially the same with
Orville’s tits and then moved to his cock. Orville wasn’t a handsome
man, but he had a fine looking piece of slave meat. Billy inserted the
stop tube into Orville’s urethra and with a large gage piercing needle
drove it through the meat of his slave’s cock and removed a large
chunk. As soon as he removed it Nick inserted the double ‘0' gage ring
and cold welded it permanently shut. Orville couldn’t remove any of his
rings. Only his master could. Clyde followed and healed Orville’s cock,
and Hank cleaned up any blood. It took less than thirty minutes working
together as a team and they were done.
Billy went to
release Orville from his induced paralysis when he noticed tears
flowing from his eyes on either side. “If you were in pain, why didn’t
you say something,” Billy asked.
“No, pain,
Master -- just deeply moved,” Orville replied, “I ain’t never belonged
to nobody before, sir,” he choked out.
“Now you do.
You’re my slave, but it might not be so bad as you imagined,” Billy
said.
“I agree,
Master,” Orville replied.
Billy released
him and gave him his feeling back. “Any pain, slave?” Billy asked like
a doctor with a patient.
“None
whatsoever, Master Billy. Thank you for the consideration, sir, I’m
afraid I’ve always been a coward to physical pain,” he said.
“Imagine the
pain my brother Enoch endured until I could heal his leg, slave,” Billy
put to him.
“I understand,
sir. I’m embarrassed and sorry for my actions,” Orville replied.
“Now stand and
let us get a good look at our new slave,” Billy ordered him.
Orville stood
and once again assumed parade rest. He wasn’t shy or disturbed about
being naked any more and thrust his hips forward to proudly display his
new Prince Albert piercing. The men gathered around. The boys were in
front gawking at Orville, but he didn’t seem the least bothered. Elmer
started applauding and the rest of the men and angels picked it up.
“Congratulations, slave, you look fine with your new body jewelry,”
Elmer bellowed and everyone agreed.
Billy walked up
to Orville and took his big cock in his hand and pushed his foreskin
back to reveal the beauty of his piercing job. “Whose cock is this,
slave?” Billy demanded.
“It’s your cock,
Master Billy. Not only is it yours by right, but because today you have
made me yours. I never pondered being a slave before, but to my way of
think’n it is far better to be owned by a master whose word you can
trust and in whom you can be proud,” Orville replied.
Billy reached
behind Orville and gently fucked him a couple of times with his plug.
Orville spread his legs a little wider and pushed back to meet Billy’s
thrusts. “And who owns your ass, slave?” Billy asked.
“You own all of
me, Master, including my hole to do with as you please. Only you will
determine what comes out or what goes into it,” Orville said sincerely.
“Are you a
virgin?” Billy asked quietly.
“No, Master
Billy. I had a buddy in the service,” Orville replied.
“Just as well.
It won’t be such a trauma for you,” Billy said.
“As you wish,
Master,” Orville replied.
“Return his
harness to him, Gentlemen,” Billy ordered his slave handlers and they
complied.
Suddenly Clyde
dropped onto his knees before Billy and asked to pay homage to him.
Billy was a little surprised, but knew Clyde could be passionate about
his role as his slave. Billy granted his request and Clyde made a fine
display of humility by making love to Billy’s buckaroo boots. “You are
always welcome to show your master your love and homage, strong angel,
but what prompted this display?” Billy asked.
“I want to be
ringed, sir, if my master finds his slave worthy of the honor,” Clyde
blurted out. Someone in the crowd yelled, “Hosanna!” and the others
replied, “Hosanna in the highest!”
“Come to my arms
and show me your love, good angel,” Billy commanded.
Clyde was in
them in a minute and they were locked for several minutes in the kiss
of death. The men began to applaud. They finally broke off their kiss.
Billy held a tearful Clyde away from him and said quietly, “Git’ chore’
handsome cowboy angel ass on that there table and reach for the sky
with them boots, hombre!” Billy growled, “Your master is gonna’ grant
your request,” he added firmly. Clyde shot his load all over his
master. Everyone laughed including Orville.
Billy and his
posse did the same for Clyde except Billy used rings for Clyde’s nose
and penis he could remove if need be. Being an angel, Billy assumed
Clyde had most of the same powers he possessed himself, but he also
knew, even without a spoken bond between them, Clyde would never remove
his rings without his master’s permission.
After the
barbecue supper, Billy’s family decided they would try to get some rest
before the fledging took place. Vox asked Billy if he would accompany
him and Elmer back to his room. He needed Billy to explain to the big
cowboy exactly what he discovered when he was restoring and healing
Vox. Billy walked Vox and Elmer to Vox’s room. They sat down and made
themselves comfortable. Vox and Elmer sat on a love seat and the
big man took the smaller man’s hands in his and held them gently in his
lap. Vox nodded for Billy to begin.
“Me an my angels
discovered something unusual with our brother Vox when we were in the
process of healing and restoring him. I originally used his saliva to
gain knowledge of his DNA structure, but he was failing to respond like
I thought he should. Only about half his body was responding to my
abilities. While I was examining him and probing about the lower
portion of his body he became aroused and unexpectedly ejaculated on
himself. I scooped up a couple of fingers and tasted it to get a better
picture of
his DNA structure and was almost knocked out a’ ma’ boots by what I
discovered about him,” Billy said with excitement.
Vox looked into
Elmer’s eyes, smiled nervously, looked back down to their hands, and
blushed. Elmer closed his big hands just a bit tighter around his
little buddy’s in a protective manner.
“What did you
fine, Master Billy?” Elmer asked in eager anticipation.
“What I’m about
to tell you is remarkable, to say the least, but I made sure it weren’t
just some crazy idea of my own invention. I had my three angels confirm
my
finding. Vox was one of a set of fraternal twins, each with a different
father, whose eggs conjoined to become a chimera. The male egg
dominated and became Vox, and his sister became the subordinate
physical representation; however, we only recently discovered several
of my family have known about his other half for many years, but since
she never revealed herself consciously to her brother, Vox had no idea
about her. So the thoughts you shared with us about Vox having a softer
side to him are true. Not only have you fallen in love with Vox, you
fell in love with his other half who calls herself 'Roxanne,’”
Billy carefully explained.
“That’s
incredible. Is this cowboy tell’n me the truth, Vox?” Elmer asked Vox.
“I’m afraid
every word is true, Daddy Bull, but that ain’t the best part,” Vox
replied.
“How could it
get any better, Darlin’?” Elmer asked.
“Master Billy
taught me to morph into my sister so our bull could make love to her as
well as me,” Vox replied.
“No! I don’t
believe it! That would be like finding a pot of gold at the end of the
damn rainbow,” Elmer declared, looking from one to the other for any
sign of deception. He found none.
“I guess we’ll
just have to show him, Vox,” Billy said resigned.
“I guess you’re
right, Master Billy,” Vox said dropping Elmer’s hands, standing and
walking over to the bed. Billy gave him a hand with his cowboy boots,
and it didn’t take Vox long before he stood naked as the day he was
born before his cowboy bull. “Let me try to do this by myself, Master
Billy. If I think I need help, I’ll let you know,” Vox said.
As Vox was
undressing Billy explained Roxanne’s parentage. “Vox and Rox had
different
fathers. With a little detective work and several old family
photographs we discovered Rox’s dad was a man of pure Spanish descent,
named Juan De La Vega. He was a traveling roustabout in the oil fields
of West Texas,” Billy said.
Billy watched
proudly, like Vox was giving his graduation exercise in morphing to an
audience of his teacher and one astonished buckaroo who’s mouth would
not close due to wonder and awe as he watched Vox slowly change into
his
sister, Roxanne. Elmer was beyond amazed. He was overwhelmed by
Roxanne’s feminine beauty.
“Miss Roxanne De
La Vega, may I introduce you to my master, Mr. Otis Elmer Breedlove,
the
bull of the hill country; and Master Bull, may I introduce you to me
and Vox Humana’s lovely sister, Miss Roxanne De La Vega,” Billy
said.
Elmer fell to
his knees in front of the petite, pretty young woman, threw his arms
around her waist, pressed the cheek of his huge head up against her
belly, and began to sob. Roxanne smiled at Billy with tears in her
eyes, enfolded, and caressed Elmer’s head with tenderness. “Roxanne
is the part of Vox I come to need so deeply. I love them both equally,
but you’re right Master Billy, she is the part I knew was there but
didn’t understand. It’s all so clear now,” Elmer allowed, “Hosanna!
Hosanna in the highest!” he exclaimed.
“I think I’m
done here,” Billy said, “You three got a lot to talk about. I been
given explicit instructions from the ladies in my family, Master Bull,
to warn you to go easy and be gentle with our sister the first time.
Trust me, my good master, you don’t want the wrath of them ladies
coming down on you,” Billy said and laughed.
“Message
received and understood, Master Billy, and thanks, Son, for all you’ve
done for us. Your generosity and compassion will not be forgotten,”
Elmer said, shook Billy’s hand, and pulled him into a hug.
Billy left them
alone. Elmer returned to his knees in front of Roxanne. “My God in
heaven. You are perfect, Roxanne,” he said, “May I?” Elmer asked
looking at her small cunt.
“Help yourself,
Daddy Bull, it’s all for you,” Rox replied.
It seemed like a
wonderful dream to Elmer and Roxanne. Vox saw a side of Elmer he never
realized was there when he was making love to his sister. Roxanne
didn’t close her brother off or try to hold anything back from him. Vox
never knew about Rox but she shared in his and Elmer’s sex for years
and enjoyed it as much as Vox; only now, she was having the bull of the
hill country fill her body like the missing part Vox complained about.
There was no doubt in either his or his sister’s mind, Elmer Breedlove
was the missing part of their lives. The bull of the hill country was
born to love them. Perhaps, quite uniquely, Elmer, the bull, was the
only man in the great Lone Star state of Texas who could appreciate
what they had to offer him.
“Are my tits too
small?” Roxanne asked him in a moment of quiet.
“They’s perfect,
Darlin,’” Elmer replied and kissed each one, “They’s nice, small, and
perky. My late wife’s were like two huge jugs what were always git’n in
my way. They weren’t attractive like yours. I know it’s probably vain
for a man to compare his women, but I only did it to convince you you’s
just what this old cowboy needs, Roxanne. I love Vox beyond any human I
ever loved, but together I love you both more than I got words to tell
you, sweetheart. Tell me yore’ daddy bull feels right inside you,”
Elmer said.
“I couldn’t wish
for more, Daddy Bull. Vox is enjoying our coupling as much as we are,”
Rox replied. “We have promised to share everything with each other,”
she added.
“That’s only as
it should be, dearest, I would expect you to,” Elmer allowed.
As big as
Elmer’s cock was, he was very gentle and easy with Roxanne’s virginity.
There was no reason for pain and tearing her internally if he could
ease into her without damage to her hymen. He was always a gentle but
strong lover with Vox. Once he was all the way in, she dilated for him,
and it was easy going after that. They fucked for an hour or more
until they mutually decided to reach a climax. Elmer had no problem
bringing his new partner to climax with him. After all, he was a proven
bull and knew what to do with a pretty little heifer like Roxanne De La
Vega. Elmer confirmed to Vox and Rox once again how he got his
nickname. He was, indeed, the bull of the hill country. They lay
together, making sweet love to each other as the light of day began to
fade across the hill country. “Perhaps it’s bold of me Roxanne, but I
know it won’t be for Vox, I don’t want to travel down my new road
without you by my side. Say you’ll marry me, sweetheart,” Elmer
proposed to his beloved.
“I don’t think
it’s bold of you, Daddy Bull. I’ve known and loved you through Vox for
over a quarter of a century. Of course we’ll marry you, Elmer, there’s
no question, but do you think it will create a hardship for us?” Rox
asked.
“No, not for you
and me or those what love us, Darlin,’” Elmer replied, “Those what love
us already want us to be together. Ain’t a one of them men we were with
today wouldn’t be thrilled to see us git hitched,” Elmer said.
“I know, and I
agreed, but what about our community?” Roxanne said.
“Any explanation
you want me to give to them will be fine with me. We ain’t marrying the
damn community, hon, we’s marrying each other, and I promise you, even
if you didn’t exist as a tangible part of Vox, I’s plan’n on asking him
to marry me. I love Vox that much I’s ready to take him on as my mate
come hell or high water. Like I told Billy, I done got a pot of gold
dropped into my lap with you two. We can tell them damn people anything
you want to. Tell them Vox decided to have a sex change, or I ain’t
afraid to tell them I turned gay and asked Vox to marry me. Texas is
only one of a handful of states left where gay marriage ain’t
recognized, but the federal government forced them to recognize gays
what got married outside the state and relocated here. With Billy’s
influence, I think it’s only gonna’ be a short time before Texas is the
next state to recognize same partner marriage,” Elmer declared.
“Vox and I
already talked about it, and we agreed if you asked, we will marry you,
Daddy Bull. We’ll let our husband take care of the details. We’re not
afraid. Even if Vox loses his job as organist of the church, there will
be plenty of work for us to do training and giving music lessons to the
children of the shire,” Roxanne said.
“I will have
something to say about that, Sweetheart. After all, I been the only man
of a quartet of men what’s been supplementing your income from the
church all these years. I doubt seriously they’ll vote against me, but
if’n they do, so be it. We'll make do. Billy and his uncle has already
done talked wiff’ me and my grandson about running cattle on our ranch.
He’s offer’n us a deal we can’t refuse. I can be as active as I
wanna’ be in the running of the ranch and seeing to the slaves Master
Billy’s gonna’ give us to work the ranch. I got faith in Billy Daniels
and his family. We’ll be doing the same with our shared project with
Perry Reed. He will be ramrod of our other ranch. Together we’ll have
plenty income coming in to take care of all of us so’s we can live in
comfort. I don’t need to be a wealthy man as long as we got each other
and enough to be comfortable,” Elmer said.
“I agree, Daddy
Bull. We come this far. We got us a second chance at love and life.
Let’s get it right this time,” Roxanne said.
She pulled her
bull deeper into her to keep him warm. Elmer kissed her gently and
folded one of his huge wings over Rox to keep her warm and bring her
sweet dreams. They faded off to sleep, but woke up in the dark with
Roxanne sobbing in Elmer’s arms.
“Am I hurt’n
you, Darlin’?” Elmer asked.
“No, not at all,
love. We must have slept longer than we planned. The fledging has
begun, Daddy Bull, and it’s quite painful,” Roxanne said.
Elmer
immediately removed himself and urged her to morph back into Vox for
the duration of the metamorphose. Roxanne did as her beloved told her
and returned to Vox. Semen and various sexual fluids were expelled into
a towel they were using and Elmer gently cleaned Vox. He rolled him
onto
his stomach and saw the nubs of his wings stretching the skin so tight
he was sure it was causing him a good deal of discomfort and pain.
Elmer quickly retrieved the clean rags meant to clean up blood and sat
them on the night stand by the bed. He sat down next to Vox, placed his
hand to the back of his head and took all pain away.
Elmer put him
into a deep sleep. Now was his moment of truth. Burning his name into a
board was one thing, but cutting into his beloved friend and sweetheart
was another; however, the great bull was not a cowboy to be
deterred by self-doubt. He pointed his finger and used the same setting
he did earlier in the afternoon and carefully made two incisions on his
lover’s back. The two wing nubs leaped up like they were on springs and
being held in place by the skin on Vox’s back. Elmer waved his big hand
over them and stopped the bleeding. He then healed the wounds. Vox’s
wings were free to grow. Now, it was only a matter of time. Elmer made sure
his mate was sleeping peacefully and was comfortable. He cleaned up
everything and grabbed the extra clean rags to take with him to his
next station. He walked to the door, and after a look around the room,
walked down the hall to the stairs, down the stairs, and walked the
long front hall to the kitchen. The house was full of lights and
everyone was busy. The night of the great fledging had begun.
Billy went to
Elmer, “How is Vox and Rox?” he asked.
“Done and
resting quietly. I put him out for about six hours, like you told me,”
Elmer said.
“Ya’ done good,
Master Bull. How was Roxanne, sir?” Billy asked with a grin.
“Everything I
might have imagined and more, Son. We can’t thank you enough. What a
wonderful surprise. I’ve asked her and Vox to marry me,” Elmer said.
“That’s
wonderful, Master Bull. Do I get to do the honors?” he asked.
“You don’t have
to ask, Son. You know we wouldn’t consider nobody else. It’s a done
deal as far as we’re concerned,” Elmer assure Billy.
“Great! Our
first marriage at the shire. We’re on our way, Master Bull. Now, can
you go up to the room next to Vox’s? There you will find your
men, Oatie, Mr. Reed, the sheriff, and his dad. They should be starting
to fledge at any minute. If you need an extra room for Oatie and Perry,
use the room on the other side of Vox’s, but I think there’s two huge
beds in Buster’s room. Whatever, you decide, Master Bull. Now you got
the hang of it, you should have no problem. Welcome to your new world,
Mr. Breedlove,” Billy said and grinned.
Elmer took off
and started his trip back up the stairs. He heard the phone ring in the
kitchen as he walked away. Kate answered and listened for a minute,
“I’m
sure he just forgot, Everett. He’s right here, I’ll let you talk with
him. Billy it’s Everett calling from the Tate ranch. Did you forget
he’s due to fledge tonight?” Kate asked, “and that ain’t all. Miranda’s
pups are sprouting,” she added.
“Sweet Aunt
Agnus! I forgot all about him, and didn’t consider the pups would
fledge
until later!” Billy exclaimed and took the phone from his grandmother,
“Everett, hang in there, cowboy. Tell Miranda we’ll be right there,” he
said. He quickly checked on Tom and the boys. They were staying
together with the Sun Bears as a family and Abigale was playing the
role of a modern day Florence Nightingale. She had everything ready for
the boys to do their thing. Billy sent
Balthazar and Clyde up to check on them. If they found
everything going well they were to report to Hank and Buck’s room where
they would find his uncle, his uncle’s mate, Enoch, Moss, and the twins
as well. Billy told Kate, if Roz began to fledge to get Clyde to help
her. If they needed help to get Rory and Randy.
Billy hollered
at Nick they had an away mission over to the Tate ranch. Everett and
the pups were beginning to fledge. Nick started laughing. “It don’t
matter how much you plan, it seems they’s always something at the last
minute what has to be done,” he said.
“I wouldn’t have
it any other way, Tonto,” Billy said and laughed with him.
“Hi ho, Silver,
let’s went, Tonto!” Billy exclaimed and the two cowboy angels
disappeared.
* * * * * * *
It didn’t take
Billy and Nick long to relieve Everett of his pain and to take care of
the pups. They were impressed the way Miranda’s wings grew out and
complimented her on them. The pups had their eyes open and while their
mother was rightfully worried about them, she trusted Billy and his dad
completely. Nick would hold one in his lap while Billy made two small
incisions to allow the nubs to peak through the skin. Once they were
done, Billy put them into a deep sleep and promised Miranda she
would have some peace and quiet for a while. She seemed relieved and
wished Master Billy well. He also told her someone would come with
breakfast for her and the pups because Everett would be resting
probably until late morning. She understood and knew if Master Billy
gave his word she had nothing to worry about.
Billy and Nick
returned to the ranch to find Elmer already took care of his
grandson, his ramrod, the sheriff, and Buster Tate, but he was in
helping with Hank, Buck, Ramrod Andy, and the twins. He even helped
with several of the Sun Bears. For some reason they seemed to gravitate
to the big man, and for all his bravado, they looked upon Master Bull
as a gentle and compassionate soul.
The McMartin
boys took care of their dad, and their mother was thrilled and
impressed by the knowledge and skills Master Billy taught them. Rory
and Randy went off to help Billy and a couple of his angels, but Cal
stayed with his mother and dad the rest of the evening. After a couple
of hours, they had everyone fledged and resting comfortable. Their
loved ones who witnessed the fledging were amazed at how quickly the
wings grew in once they were released from their prison of skin. The
three boys carefully prepared the Sun Bears sometime before they
actually began to sprout their wings. They clipped most of the hair
from two areas on their backs where they were sure their wings would
come through without problems.
It was in the
wee small hours of the morning before Billy and his family could get
away to the cabin for some rest. He left the twins to sleep through
their fledging in the big house under the care and watchful eyes of
Kate and Dorcas. Billy, Nick, and Boomer went right to bed they were so
exhausted from the full day and the pressure of a family fledging. As
expected, the ladies of the family wanted to know if Roz and Roxanne
could become angels, why not them? Billy tried to assure them they were
already angels, but knew they weren’t about to buy that. He promised he
would see to it they got a set of wings within the next few weeks. The
great fledging was over and a peace settled over the Daniels ranch like
no
one could ever remember. It was almost like the still quiet silence of
a raging storm within the eye of the needle.
End of Chapter
32 ~ Him Who Made The Seven Stars
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