Him
Who
Made The Seven Stars
By
Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter
41
Technology
By Cuttlefish
Our data we
once
kept in drives and disks,
Protecting it
for
use some future day;
Predictably,
we
did not know the risks:
Its storage
starts
the process of decay
But scan a
sonnet;
digitize a play
Record a
speech—whatever you might choose
And store it
in
synthetic DNA
Encoded there
in
zeroes, ones and twos—
Your data,
but
converted to base three,
Recorded in
nucleic acid bases
(We often
write
them A, C, G and T)
Which guard
against the stuff that time erases
Who would
have
guessed the cutting edge would find
A storage
system
older than mankind?
"Damnation!
Fuck! Shit, Hell, and Piss! I got so wrapped up in Billyville
and ma'
new slave-dad I done plumb forgot about it. I didn't know what
`fledge'
meant until yesterday. My uncle said it had something to do with
grow'n
a set of wings. Is `zat right?" Bubba asked Zeus.
"That's
right,
Son. You're about to grow a large set of wings. Who enhanced
you?" Zeus
asked.
"I don't
know.
My uncle said it was done when I's just a young kid of four or
five
years old on another planet he called Retikki Prime. He died
last week,
but he left me a video explaining some things I was made to
forget
about. He said some dumb phrases to me what was suppose to
trigger
something about coded DNA and an enhancement I got from them big
watchers. I thought it was cowboy hooey, but my adopted brother,
Jack,
and Master Billy's family took him seriously. How does it
happen? I
don't know nothing about grow'n no wings. What am I gonna' do,
Zeus?"
Bubba said looking down at the good looking man's enormous
penis.
"Don't take this the wrong way, Mr. Zeus, but I shore' would
love to
suck your cock," Bubba said.
Zeus
laughed, "I
won't take it the wrong way, Bubba. Ask Master Billy for his
permission, and one night when you got nothing better to do,
come down
here, and I'll be happy to feed you, Son. I ain't shot my load
since we
been here. I'm get'n a little backed up. Of course, you may have
to
service my dad, Thor, as well," Zeus said.
"Morph for
me,
Mr. Thor," Bubba said, and the other huge bull morphed. He was
physically bigger than Zeus with a much larger cock. Bubba took
one
look and his eyes almost popped out of his head, "Holy shit!
He's
bigger'n you, Mr. Zeus!" he exclaimed," what a challenge," Bubba
added
like a gung-ho boyscout.
"Of course
he
is, he's my dad. He's got a bigger hammer. How do you think he
got the
name Thor?" Zeus asked and grinned.
"Enough of
your
nonsense, boy! Y'ain't no cowboy!" Thor spoke in a booming bass
voice
to Zeus. "Bubba
asked for our help. You said you'd handle the situation, now
what are
we gonna' do for him," he demanded in a voice of authority.
"Sorry,
Dad,
you're right. Can you drive back up to the ranch, Bubba?" Zeus
asked.
"I don't
think
so. My back is beginning to hurt powerful bad, Mr. Zeus. I think
I
might --" Bubba's voice trailed off as his eyes rolled back in
his
head, his lights went out, his legs became rubbery, and he
started to
fall to the ground. For a big humanoid, Thor was fast. He caught
Bubba
in his large arms and held him.
"Lower the
tailgate on his truck, Son!" Thor barked at his boy.
"Yes, sir,
Dad,"
Zeus replied and ran to the back of Bubba's truck. As big as
Bubba was,
Thor cradled the cowboy in his right arm, slipped his other huge
arm
under Bubba's knees, and gently lifted him up onto the bed of
the
truck. Thor got into the truck, pulled Bubba forward, sat down
with his
back to the cab, and held Bubba against his massive chest with
his huge
arms locked around the cowboy's front to hold him secure.
"Get in the
driver's side, turn the truck around, and head back up to the
ranch
house," Thor said to his boy.
"I ain't
never
driven one of these primitive vehicles, Dad," Zeus said. The two
lead
bulls were so indoctrinated by tapping into different minds on
the
ranch and listening to cowboy speak, day in and out for almost
two
months, they began to converse using the native lingo.
"Gotdamn
it,
boy! If you can pilot and navigate a frick'n Star-class
freighter
around six galaxies, you can drive this antique tin can with
wheels. It
ain't nothing but a primitive infernal combustion engine; a
bad-ass
polluting piece of shit. You don't never wanna' try to rim a
dirty
exhaust pipe, Son. Start the motor and step on the long pedal on
the
right to make it go and the fat pedal in the middle to make it
stop,"
Thor bellowed.
Zeus
laughed to
himself. He loved his dad when got all high and mighty and full
of
himself. He thought his dad could sometimes give the term
`bullshit'
new dimensions, but he loved him dearly. Zeus climbed into the
cab.
Bubba left his keys in the ignition to keep the lights on. Zeus
turned
the switch, and the beast roared to life. He stomped on the
'fat'
pedal, put the shift lever in "D," moved his foot to the long
pedal,
and slowly pressed down. The old truck started to move. He drove
around
in a big circle and started back up the road to the ranch house.
He
noticed lights came on around the area of the front porch and
saw
several men waiting for them. His dad must have alerted Master
Billy.
Zeus pulled up in front of the porch, stopped, and switched off
the
engine. He left the keys in the ignition and went to help his
dad.
Billy came
down
the steps of the ranch house, "Thanks for notifying me, Thor. We
been
so busy we done plumb forgot about Bubba's fledging," Billy
said.
"He told us
the
same before he passed out, sir," Thor said.
Thor
wrestled
Bubba around and pulled him down to the tailgate of the truck.
Boomer
came running up pushing an anti-grav gurney he gathered from the
old
barn. Zeus grabbed Bubba's boots and Thor lifted the top of the
big
man's torso. On the count of three, they lifted him from the
tailgate
onto the floating gurney.
"Do you
need our
help to transfer Bubba to a bed, Master Billy?" Thor asked.
"We might.
Why
don't you men come along. Come with me, and I'll get you some
robes
from the front hall closet. While me and the other male members
of my
family
ain't got no problem with nudity, and especially with such fine
looking
mature humanoids as yourselves, we cover ourselves and our male
guests
if they arrive without clothes for the modesty of our women
folk.
Actually, I think if I asked most of our ladies, they probably
would
tell me it didn't matter to them; however, old customs and
traditions
live long unproductive lives," Billy said wisely.
"We
understand,
sir, and we wouldn't be here if it weren't for an emergency
situation,"
Zeus said.
"I
understand
completely. You men done the right thing. Your master is pleased
with
you. Am I right in assuming you are father and son?" Billy
asked.
"You are
correct, sir," Thor replied, "Zeus is my youngest son," he
added.
They came
to the
closet and Billy found them two of the larger size robes and
helped
them on with them. Elmer and Roxanne were staying the night with
the
Daniels. They let Oatie and his slave-husband return to the
ranch alone
to give them some privacy and Elmer and Rox could get some rest.
They
figured, correctly, Oatie and Jethro would be at it all night
long, and
they knew how difficult it could be to be quiet when you're tied
to the
ceiling, swinging to a fro, with your hair on fire.*
They put
Bubba
in the room next to Rox and Elmer. Billy's main angel posse was
already
waiting. They lowered the anti-grav gurney onto the bed, Nick
pressed a
button, it vanished, and reappeared at the end of the bed. Bubba
was
lying on his front with his face turned to one side. Clyde and
Balthazar got busy and removed his boots. Elmer and Roxanne
helped
remove his clothes. Thor and Zeus rolled him from side to side
to more
easily disrobe him. It didn't take them long before he was naked
as a
newborn babe. Thor and Zeus got a good look at Bubba's whopper
and
grinned at each other. They rolled him back on his stomach.
Billy and
his
four angel cowboys and Elmer removed their clothes and
winged-up. Thor
and Zeus were impressed, especially with Mr. Breedlove's male
tackle.
Elmer was as big or bigger than they were. "While we're in this
room,
if you men would be more comfortable without them robes, feel
free to
toss `em on a chair over there," Billy offered.
"What about
the
lady, sir?" Thor asked motioning to Roxanne.
Elmer
nodded to
his mate. Roxanne immediately took off her loose fitting frock
and
stood nude before them. She smiled and morphed into Vox. "There,
is
that better?" he asked.
"Gods of
joy,
she looks just like me in my secondary form, Dad. Are you a
shape-shifter?" Zeus asked.
"No, a
freak of
nature; an enhanced chimera. Me and my fraternal twin sister
share the
same body," Vox explained. My mate, Mr. Breedlove, better known
as the
Bull of the hill country, has the best of both worlds. He can
have his
choice. He decided he wanted to sleep in my sister's tight
little cunt
this evening, and we swapped bodies to accommodate him. We try
to keep
our daddy bull happy. I can morph back just as quickly," Vox
said and
smiled.
"I know
about
keeping daddy bulls happy, sir," Zeus replied and smiled. The two Irin
slaves were impressed, but wasted no time removing their robes
and shed
them like a second skin. Thor and Zeus might be middle aged in
Irin
years, but they were still stunningly good looking men.
The five
angel-cowboys spread their wings and began to gather the healing
essence of the ether. When they were fully powered up, Billy put
Bubba
in a deep restful sleep. They started to work on the nubs of his
new
wings which were stretching his skin to the max trying to break
through. They caused him considerable pain which became too much
for
the big cowboy and he passed out. Billy expertly made two quick
incisions on either side of the nubs, and they sprang up like
characters
in a children's pop-up story book. Since they weren't tended to
right
away, there was quite a bit of blood.
Vox was
there
with some clean sterile rags which were prepared by boiling in
lye soap
and bleach for thirty minutes, allowed to dry in the sun,
carefully
folded, and stored in airtight plastic bags. As soon as Vox
contained
most of the bleeding on one side, Billy cauterized the area to
stop the
bleeding while Vox moved to the second nub. They did the same
procedure
for the other side, and Bubba's budding wings were free to grow.
It
would take them a full eight to twelve hours to fully grow in,
but he
would have to wear them for another twenty-four hours before he
could
be taught to de-wing.
Billy
dispatched Clyde and Boomer to drive Bubba's truck over to his
ranch
and gather his watcher, Brute, to come stay with him. Billy
figured
with the return of Bubba's early childhood memories on Retikki
Prime,
Brute was probably the closest to family Bubba could claim for
the
moment, and the big beast would be a comfort for him. Billy
instructed
Clyde and Boomer to leave Bubba's truck at his place and
transport back
with Brute. He didn't want anyone knowing Bubba was still on the
Daniels' ranch. Orville had a full day of work ahead of him, and
Billy
didn't want him distracted. There was nothing Orville could do
for him
anyway.
Billy
wanted to
take Thor and Zeus to the kitchen to get them something to eat
and talk
with them. Elmer and Vox volunteered to sit with Bubba until
someone
returned to stay the night with him. Billy, Elmer, and his
cowboys
de-winged and put on their clothes. Thor and Zeus donned their
robes.
"Would you men like to have some of our left over Easter dinner
as a
reward and treat for taking care of our brother?" Billy asked.
"It would
be
wonderful, Master Billy. I'm sure we would enjoy it, but we
didn't do
it for no reward. We done it because Master Bubba was a guest on
your
property, and to be honest, we become quite fond of him," Thor
said,
"He done told my boy he's gonna' ask you if he could have us
morph to
suck us off one evening," he added.
Billy
laughed.
"I ain't got me no problem wiff' him bringing you men a little
comfort.
I know you didn't take care of Bubba for a reward. All the more
reason
to be good to you men. Is there a couple more bulls what will
fill in
for you down there until you return?" Billy asked.
"Yes, sir,
we
left Yates and Dunn in charge, and they's three more pair after
them,"
Thor said.
"By pair,
do you
mean bonded pairs, Thor?" Billy asked.
"Yes, sir,"
he
replied, "and it includes me and my boy, sir," he added, seeing
the
question in Billy's eyes.
"No
problem.
Nick here, is my slave-dad. I understand how these things
happen, but
I'm sure I would enjoy hearing your story," Billy said.
"No
problem,
Master Billy. We ain't got nothing to hide from our master,
sir," Thor
said.
Billy and
his
angel posse escorted Thor and Zeus to the kitchen. Kate was
still up.
She and Zelma Jane were having a cup of spiced tea. "Grandma,
Ms.
Zelma, these men are our two guard bulls from the front gate.
They
rescued Bubba this e'nin when he started to fledge and brought
him back
up to the house. You think Roz and Dorcas could rustle them up
some
left overs from dinner?" Billy asked.
"Sure,
Billy,
they're still up, and I'll be glad to help," Kate said and went
to get
them.
"You men do
a
fine job at the front gate, but you look better in your present
form,"
Zelma complimented them.
"Thank you,
ma'am," Zeus said for him and his dad.
"Sit down,
Gentlemen, and I'll get you some coffee. You do drink coffee,
don't
you?" Billy asked.
"Yes, sir,
Master Billy. We ain't had none since we left Fort Adam Lear. It
would
be nice. Thank you, sir," Thor said.
The ladies
came
back into the kitchen and got busy pulling out covered platters
and
bowls. While they were fixing a couple of large plates of food,
Billy
and his angels sat down around the table to talk with the men.
Billy
was fascinated, and Clyde couldn't take his eyes off them. They
were
stunningly handsome middle aged men who carried themselves with
strength and dignity. Billy couldn't help compare their mien to
their
stance at the front gate. They were unwavering in their solid
determination when guarding the entrance to the ranch.
"Why ain't
you
men come forth and made yourselves known before now?" Billy
asked what
was on several of his family's minds.
"We were
put in
charge of the thousand head of cattle what were supposed to be
sent to
your ranch, Master Billy; then the first five-hundred. Those
strong
enough and determined enough to be in charge and make decisions
for the
herd are usually the more mature and stable of the volunteers.
Unfortunately, but perhaps wisely, we're always the last to
morph. It's
Irin protocol, sir," Zeus replied.
"I
understand,
and it's fine you feel you must follow Irin protocol, but I was
never
told of this before now. I was told the Irin volunteers
understood they
were to become my slaves," Billy said.
"You're
correct,
Master Billy," Thor said.
"Then are
you my
slaves or do you still hold allegiance to your previous masters?
Are
you still controlled by the Irin?" Billy asked. Nick grinned
knowing
where Billy was going with his line of questioning. He had to
give it
to his surrogate son, Billy grew by leaps and bounds since they
came
together. Not much got past him, but when it did, he wanted to
fully
explore the subject and find out why. Billy was quickly coming
into his
fullness as a commanding presence and a mature young cowboy; a
man to
be
reckoned with.
"Our only
responsibility is to you, Master Billy. Other than pride in our
heritage, we no longer belong to the Irin, nor are we an
extension of
their society. We are your slaves. We were made to understand
when we
volunteered, we would be your slaves and become a part of your
greater
family. We were told to cut all previous ties. We acknowledge no
other
master or masters but you, sir," Thor
said firmly.
Billy
didn't
respond to Thor. He stood, took off his shirt, laid it across
the back
of his chair, disappeared and reappeared in a great flash of
light
fully fledged with his brilliant gold wings, his massive brown
leather
harness, and raised his wings almost to their fullest impressive
expanse.
"Ladies, if
you
don't want to see these men naked, either leave the room, or
kindly
divert your gaze," Billy said firmly.
"Do what
must be
done, Son. Zelma and I have no qualms about naked livestock,"
Kate
replied. They weren't about to miss a minute of Billy's show.
Roz and
Dorcas already knew what Zeus and Thor looked like.
"So be it,"
Billy replied, "Zeus, you first. Remove your robe and kneel
before your
master and pay homage to his boots!" Billy demanded.
Zeus's
eyes
got real big. He barely glanced sideways to his dad. Thor
nodded for his boy to do what he was told. Zeus jumped up,
removed
his robe in a flash, and Thor followed suit. He followed his boy
and
knelt directly behind him with his head bowed. Zeus made
unbridled love
to Billy's buckaroo boots, kissing and licking them. "That's
enough,
leave some for your dad," Billy barked at him. Zeus sat back on
his
heels and waited for his master's command. "I want to hear in
your own
words your pledge of allegiance to me as your only master
forswearing
all others to love and follow only me until the day I feel
comfortable
enough to give you a choice to either continue your sworn bond
with me,
or if you have served me well, I will grant your freedom," Billy
demanded.
"I swear on
my
honor, sir, I pledge my full, unqualified allegiance to you,
only you,
and no other; to be your devoted slave, forswearing all other
masters;
to love, honor, obey, and follow you without question. I give my
honor
and my life to you, Master Billy. So swear I!" Zeus said.
"Good
enough!"
exclaimed Billy, "Come to your master's arms and show him your
love,
slave," Billy ordered. Zeus jumped up, embraced Billy, and
poured his
love into the young cowboy-angel. Billy gathered the light and
essence
of the universe in his wings until he was the brightest thing in
the
room. Billy surrounded himself and Zeus with his aura. For a few
moments they became as one brightly glowing entity bound
together by
the love they were exchanging.
Thor looked
up
and was stunned by what he saw. Tears came to his eyes. He was
as
transfixed by what he was seeing as anyone in the room, but his
mind
sprouted wings and flew out the window. He tried to remember his
boy's
words but nothing came to him but bits and pieces; forswearing;
allegiance; honor; devotion, but it wouldn't come together. How
was he
going to get through what was coming? There was nothing to
paying
homage to his master's boots, but the words wouldn't come. He
was about
to panic. Billy powered down and broke off his kiss with Zeus
but
continued to hold him in his arms to comfort him. Zeus was not
beyond a
few tears himself and Billy shamelessly stole kiss after kiss to
comfort him. "You are now a part of me. I love you, Zeus," Billy
whispered.
"I love
you,
too, Master Billy. I will never let you down or deny you, sir,"
Zeus
replied.
"You have
my
trust, Zeus," Billy assured him, "Now take a seat. It's your
dad's
turn," Billy said.
Zeus did as
his
was told and sat to watch his dad humble himself before their
master.
Thor moved up and began to complete his son's job of love and
devotion
to Master Billy's buckaroo boots. He worked on them for some
time until
Billy was satisfied. Thor sat back on his heels and raised his
hands to
his face. "My boy is good with words. I never was, Master Billy.
I
tried to remember what he said, but I can't. It was perfect and
expressed what I want to say -- what's in my heart, but I can't
remember and put them together. Will `ditto' what my boy said,
do,
sir?" he asked.
"No, Thor.
I
must hear them words from you. Zeus, help your dad. Get down
there and
say them in his ear for him to repeat," Billy ordered.
"Yes, sir,
Master Billy," Zeus said, "Relax, Dad. Ain't nothing to get
uptight
about. Take a deep breath. That's it. Now let's begin --" Zeus
said and
whispered his oath, line by line, into his dad's ear for Thor to
repeat. Thor slowly repeated every word but put more meaning in
them
than his son did. Billy was convinced the mature Irin truly
meant every
word.
"So swear
I,
sir!" Thor ended and raised his hands to his face again to shed
more
tears.
"Arise,
slave!
Come to your master's arms and share your love with him," Billy
commanded. The huge man rose and engulfed his smaller master in
his big
arms. Billy gave Thor the same love he did his son. The big man
was so
overcome he became erect and his cock kept growing between him
and his
master's belly. Billy took his right hand and gently wrapped it
around
Thor's huge hammer and held it until they finished their kiss.
Thor,
the mighty, was stunned and shed more tears. "Shuu, you done
fine,
Thor. You're my slave now, another one of my dads, and my big
brother.
I love you," Billy whispered.
"I love
you,
too, Master Billy," Thor replied.
"Now put
your
robe on and have a seat next to your boy. Your food is ready,
and I
want you to enjoy it," Billy said and smiled.
Zeus helped
his
dad with his robe, and Thor helped his boy. They sat down to two
steaming plates of good food piled so high they didn't know
whether
they could eat it all. They ate slowly and enjoyed talking with
Billy
and his family. There was a decided difference in the men after
confirming their allegiance to their master. They were more
forthcoming, warm and social, but they didn't seem the least
intimidated by their master. They conversed like they were
friends for
years and were just catching up with each other. After they
finished
their meal and were enjoying another cup of coffee, Kate set
before
them a big slab of homemade hot apple pie with two scoops of
Blue Bell
vanilla bean ice cream on top. They never saw anything like it
and
asked about it.
"Take a
bite,
Cowboy, and if you don't like it, I'll eat yours," Hank said and
grinned at Thor.
Thor took a
big
bite and got the funniest look on his face like he just saw the
light
of heaven. "Best dang thing I ever put in my mouth," he allowed.
There
wasn't much talk for the next few minutes as the two men enjoyed
every
bite of their dessert. "Thank you, Master Billy, Mistress Kate,
and
your helpers. That was a great meal; certainly an unexpected
treat. We
never had such wonderful food on our planet. Our food was good,
but not
nearly so tasty," Zeus said.
"Okay,
here's
what's gonna' happen. After we talk a bit more, your meal has a
chance
to settled a bit, we'll take you men outside, you can morph back
to
being bulls, and head back down to the front gate; however, come
next
Friday at noon, I want you to put your next two bulls in charge
and you
bulls walk back up to the ranch house. How are the other younger
bulls
going to gain experience if you're always in charge?" Billy
asked
rhetorically, "You men gimme' a shout-out, mind-to-mind, to let
me know
you's coming, and we'll be waiting for you when you get here.
You'll
morph
into your humanoid form, get cleaned up, we'll fix you up wiff'
some
cowboy duds, and you will join your family for the weekend. We
got a
big weekend coming up on Captain Nick's ship of a mating ritual
between
a blue giant and his green half-human, half-ork husband. They
battle it
out for three days to determine which one will become the
husband for
the next year and who will be the sub or slave," Billy said,
"Now, when
we absorb the first five hundred Irin, were you originally
intended to
morph with them or were you suppose to wait until the next
five-hundred
were absorbed?" Billy asked.
Zeus looked
at
his dad, and Thor nodded for his boy to tell the truth. "We were
suppose to be the last of the thousand, sir," Zeus said, "They
thought
we would be the best to keep them in line as cattle," Zeus
added.
"I have no
doubt
they're right, I have full faith in you men, but that's bull
shit! I
won't have it. When the last of the first five-hundred slaves
morph,
you will morph with them. You can look after the next five
hundred just
as well being two cowboy ramrods offering your wisdom and
consultation
to them as part of my personal staff, and until that time comes,
every
other weekend you will morph from Friday noon until Sunday
evening late
to be with me and your family," Billy declared.
"Starting
this
week, I need a goodly number of cowboy slaves to go to other
ranches to
work because we're going to start our cattle business big time
very
shortly. We need fifteen hands for the Rutherford ranch and
fifteen
more for the Breedlove's other ranch Perry Reed runs, and
fifteen more
for the Breedlove's main ranch. I'm making the same deal with
the
Garretts I'm offering the other ranchers, and we'll need another
fifteen hands for their ranch. I got me a feeling Bubba will
join our
group and so will Mick Flynn. That's another thirty hands. I
plan to
start buying up ranches what ain't doing too well and letting
the
family's continue to live there, but we'll still need cowboys to
run
the business end," Billy said implying he was going to have
positions
for many of the cattle right away and other positions as his new
city
was being built.
They needed
people for Hank and Buck's project, and they still had the
bakery to
get underway. Billy was planning to have positions for the first
five
hundred Irin slaves by the end of summer. "Now, I want to know
more
about you men. You're not the average young, idealistic Irin
slaves.
Fortunately, for us, they also saw fit to include a number of
very
talented dwarfs, halflings, and a couple of species we ain't got
no
clue where they fit into the universal evolutionary spectrum,
who are
equally talented. I don't know how long Irin men live, but by
looks I
would imagine you men have some miles on you and have seen more
of life
than the average volunteer," Billy said.
"My dad had
six
sons and two daughters, Master Billy," Thor said, "He named us
boys and
girls after the Norwegian gods on Earth. I was the second born.
My
older brother was Odin, and so on. I was determined to outdo my
old man
and had seven sons and one daughter. I named my boys after the
Greco-Roman gods but not in any particular order. My wife died
shortly
after Zeus come along. He didn't have the security of being
raised by
two loving parents, and I was busy most of the time providing
for a
large family. I'm afraid my love alone weren't enough to handle
the
brightest of my lot. While Zeus was brilliant in mind and
learning, he
lacked focus, and had a wild, untamed side what didn't seem to
respond
to any amount of love or compassion nor threats of correction,
for that
matter.
He was as
clever
with his wit and pranks as he was with everything else he
attempted,
but his targets were sometimes men of great renown and power who
were
not amused by his chicanery. I could tell he was headed for much
worse
than a lifetime of incarceration unless the spirit of Till
Eulenspiegel
within him could be broken. He finally pulled one prank the
courts on
our world wouldn't overlook, and they demanded something be done
about
it.
Much like you do to your young stallions on your planet, they
fixed him
so he wouldn't be so aggressive or impulsive.
"They
castrated
him?" Billy asked shocked. He remembered Zeus looked like he had
a full
package. He didn't understand.
"No, sir,
they
went further than that. They morphed his male genitals into
those of a
female but left him with the outward body of a male. That's why
he was
intrigued with Master Vox and Roxanne. The court gave Zeus an
option:
they would place him in a controlled situation where he would
service
hardened correctional institutional inmates, one a day, for two
years,
then he would be released under parole, but not changed back,
and
required to work at a public comfort center for another three
years
where he would do the same for young Irin men who needed
experience in
how to pleasure a woman. Or if he could find a man who would
marry him
and use him for sex at least four times a week or more,
depending on
the husband's schedule and stamina; however, their sex would be
monitored and made public for pay for a period of five years to
repay
Zeus's debt to society," Thor said and paused.
Everyone in
the
kitchen was stunned. No one dared breathe. Billy wondered if
every
other man's cock in the kitchen was as hard as his. He knew
without a
doubt old Hank and Buck's were standing at salute. They were so
hard
they had to breathe through their mouths. Billy sat looking at
Thor who
registered little emotion, waiting for his information to sink
in. Zeus
reached over and took his dad's big hand and pulled it into his
lap to
rub and pet like it was his control throttle to his old man's
heart.
"If I continue our story, Master Billy, it might become more
sexually
explicit and graphic. It might be in questionable taste for the
ladies'
ears, sir," Thor said.
"Not mine,"
Kate
said emphatically, "Living on this ranch for fifty years has
toughened
my hide to the point mosquitoes pass the word not to land on me
'cause
I's too damn hard to bite," she claimed in her own cowgirl
hyperbole.
The men laughed.
"Hell, the
first
time I successfully managed to give my big cowboy husband a
decent
blowjob, and got it all over me from hair to toe, I knew I
stopped
being
a lady. I loved it, and I made a vow to become that big cowboy's
love-slut. I wasn't about to lose my man to some twit of a
Houston
floozy who thought she could offer him more than me. I often
wondered
if my mother had the sense god give a goose telling me
everything a
`lady' didn't do for her husband. If that's the way she treated
my
daddy, how he put up with her all them years is beyond me,
unless she
was lying to me. Giving up my image of myself as a grand lady
was the
best damn thing what ever happened to me. Now when I stand
before the
upper-crust of Houston society as a social icon, I can look down
my
nose at them not because I'm better, but because they only know
half
the story what went into the making of Zelma Jane Redbone,"
Zelma Jane
declared triumphantly and everyone in the kitchen broke up in a
much
needed moment of comic relief.
"I'd say it
was
a safe bet to carry on, my good slave," Billy said and broke up
laughing again at his grandmother and Zelma Jane.
"Since I
didn't
have a woman to take care of my needs, I asked the court if I
could
marry my son. After a brief deliberation, the elders of the
court
decided there were no laws or social mores against it. It was
common
place on our world, if a father and his son were of legal age
and
wanted to form that bond, even without the ability of the father
to
morph his son's genitals. The law took a dim view of forced
sexual
alterations, but they were done on the down-low sometimes. If
caught,
they were difficult to prosecute because, ninety percent of the
time,
the son flatly refused to testify against his dad, and they were
powerless to do anything," Thor said, and paused for a moment.
"So I was
granted custody of my son, and we would be legally married
before he
was allowed to be released from the correctional institution. On
my
first visit, to what you call a `prison,' my boy was really down
and
depressed. He told me he was learning to relax and just let it
happen
while he was getting fucked, but every now and then, one of the
big
inmates wanted Zeus to suck him off. The first time he refused
and got
beat up pretty bad, but the institution guards and attendants
assured
him it was part of his job as a sexual service slave. He didn't
have
any choice in the matter. He was there to provide a service and
that
was to take care of any man's needs who walked into his room. He
wanted
me to check into it for him, and I did. Our attorney told me the
staff
at the institution was right. The term sexual service included
almost
anything an inmate wanted within reason and fucking either hole
or
sucking were
certainly well within the definition of sexual service," Thor
explained
and paused again.
"I usually
went
once a week on visiting day to spend some time with him, but for
some
reason I missed the next couple and didn't go the time after
that. I
was caught in a conundrum I didn't know how to resolve. While I
wanted
to see him and encourage him, I found myself being angry with
him
thinking he could use me to manipulate his situation. It wasn't
my
fault he found himself where he was. I did everything I could to
make
sure he had a good start in life, but he acted like it was never
enough. He refused to listen to my advice and heed my warnings
because,
he thought I was his dumb old man, and he knew better. After
talking
with a close friend and two of his brothers, I made up my mind I
wasn't
going to let him use my love for him as a control device. I
planned to
take control of him and make him into what I wanted him to
become. It's
a
hard thing to do for someone you love, but if you don't, the
consequences could be disastrous. In Zeus's case, all the signs
were
there.
"I went to
the
prison the next weekend, and Zeus was glad to see me but worried
because I missed three weeks coming to visit. I told him I was
torn
because I didn't know what I was going to say to him. I
carefully
explained to him I talked with our lawyer and Zeus had
absolutely no
legal fight against giving his assigned sexual partners a
blowjob. I
also told him I was having second thoughts about marrying him
after his
two years were up to become my wife; especially, if he thought
he was
going to get out of sucking my penis when I required it of him.
I
explained to him, I would never consent to marry a woman if she
wasn't
willing
to provide that comfort for me. I told Zeus there might be times
when I
just weren't in the mood to fuck him, but I still would require
him to
service me with his mouth and drink my come. I stressed I would
not,
under any circumstances, tolerate him spitting me out. He would
be
required to swallow my seed, tell me how good it tasted, and
thank me
for allowing him the honor of providing me with his comfort.
"He was
very
quiet for a while, and we sat for a few minutes without saying
anything," Thor looked at his boy, "Do you have anything to
contribute,
Son?" he asked.
"I didn't
know
what to say. I felt like I was losing my last bastion of hope.
My dad
just told me he didn't want to marry me. I knew I had to do
something
to hold on to him. Was I willing to learn to do and perhaps even
learn
to enjoy something what seemed so foul to me as sucking another
man off
and drinking his come?" Zeus asked, "I asked him if he might
reconsider
if I made an effort to become a good cocksucker, and he promised
he
might but only if he was convinced I would provide that service
for him
without hesitation when he required it," Zeus said and paused
for a
moment to look at his dad.
Thor nodded
for
him to continue, "I worked hard at learning to become the best
cocksucker I could, but just couldn't seem to get the hang of
it, until
one day a very large Trebalian giant walked into my service room
and
insisted I suck him off. I knew there was no way I could take
him and
started to protest when he smiled at me and assured me he would
make it
easy for me. All I had to do was try. Unknown to me, he was a
shape-shifter who could manipulate humanoids as well as himself
and his
kind. He started in, and each time I thought I couldn't take any
more,
he would gently place his big hands around my neck like he was
going to
choke me, and I could feel a warmth penetrate my throat and
esophagus.
It would dilate each time and open a bit more to allow him to
slip a
little more of his huge cock down my throat. I don't know why,
but
there was something about the giant I trusted almost
immediately.
We
continued to
work together until I was able to take all of him. I never felt
so full
and complete in my life as when I had all of Gog's giant cock
inside
me. I remember the feeling of being so proud of myself I started
to cry
with my lips pressed tight to his pubic hair. He became worried
and
withdrew immediately," Zeus said, "'I'm so sorry, my handsome
little
Irin, I never meant to hurt you,' he said. I told him he wasn't
hurting
me, I was crying because I was proud of myself. I asked him if
he gave
me a gift and would I be able to do the same for my other
partners,
some of whom, were quite large? He assured me I would. It was
his gift
to me for providing him with the pleasure of my comfort. He did
the
same for my cunt when he fucked me and my ass when he wanted to
butt
fuck me. I was most grateful for his gift and tried my best to
repay
him with excellent service. He became one of my favorite
partners in
the institution, and I looked forward to his visits. We
ultimately
became roommates, and we kept in contact ever since, until we
came to
Earth. Dad managed to get him weekend passes to visit me
and dad in our home. He was paroled the week before we were to
leave
Fort Adam Lear, and we wanted to bring him with us, but the
authorities
said `no'; he must remain on FAL until his parole was up, but
that
wouldn't be for another year," Zeus lamented.
"Did you
fall in
love with the giant?" Billy asked Zeus.
"Completely,
Master
Billy -- body, heart, mind, and soul. Ain't a man I love more'n
Gog Groats but my pa," Zeus replied, blushed, and looked down at
his
hands, "Gog spoiled me for anyone else but my dad," he added.
"I
understand.
And you, Thor?" Billy asked.
"How could
you
not love a man, beast, or giant who turned your son's life
around and
helped him come to understand what giving and receiving is all
about?
Of course I fell in love with him. I still love him to this day.
Gog
taught my boy, to get a solid, you got to do a solid. It's just
plain
dirt simple. And that's what Gog is all about. He's about as
simple as
the dirt on the bottom of your boots, Master Billy. His first
name just
happens to be Billy as well. Billy Gog Groats ain't the
brightest
button in the drawer, but it don't matter none. What he ain't
got in
brains, he surely makes up for in brute strength and an equally
powerful ability to love unconditionally. He asks little more
than your
love in return; and, there's so much of him to love.
"Gog gives the term
love-you-to-death new dimensions, and that's
exactly what landed him in prison. He wanted a man he fell in
love with
so bad, but he was young, he didn't understand his abilities
well
enough to compensate his partner for his size, and he literally
fucked
the man to death. The irony of the situation was, they damn near
didn't
get the smile off the face of his victim before his funeral
service,"
Thor declared. The big Irin tried, but he couldn't hold back his
laugher, and he got everyone in the room laughing. "Billy Gog
Groats was a tough one for them to prosecute. He never denied he
was
responsible for the man's death, but he insisted it wasn't his
intent.
He claimed it was an accident, and many agreed with him. He
convinced
the court and everyone present at his trial, he was deeply
grieved by
his loss because he love his victim so much. However, the court
felt he
must be convicted of something and serve time but with
compassion for
his situation. He was in prison for six years, but was a model
inmate,
and so trusted his last several years, he enjoyed many perks and
freedoms others didn't," Thor added.
"I didn't
visit
my boy for several months after our conversation until I got a
quarterly report from the facility in which my boy was listed as
second
most cooperative and popular sex slave in the facility. I
couldn't
believe it, and my heart leaped to my throat. I was so excited I
canceled plans for a weekend fishing trip with an old buddy to
go see
my boy. From then on, I made regular trips to the prison to
visit my
son and met
his
new roommate and buddy, Gog. I never said anything about his
good marks
on the quarterly report, and he never asked me about
reconsidering my
position.
"The next
report
I received, my boy was the number one requested sex slave in the
institution and remained at the top of the list until he done
his time.
Finally, after a particularly enjoyable visit with him, Zeus
asked me
if I might reconsider taking him for my wife. He never once
mentioned
being most requested slave, but I could tell the way Gog looked
at him,
the big giant was hopelessly in love with my boy. I told Zeus I
thought
about it a lot, but I still hadn't come to a decision. I told
him I
wanted him to give me a blowjob before I made up my mind; could
he
arrange it with the facility? He assured me he could, and we set
it up
for my next visit. He asked if it
was all right if Gog was with us, and I told him it would be
fine
with me.
"My next visit, accompanied by a couple of guards, Gog and Zeus
escorted me to one of the private visitor's sex rooms which they
told
me were much nicer than theirs, and Zeus gave me a blowjob. It
was the
best blowjob I ever got. I was stunned my boy became such an
excellent
cocksucker. Afterward, he cleaned me thoroughly, Zeus told me
how sweet
my come tasted, how much he enjoyed servicing me, and how proud
he was
I allowed him the honor of providing me with some comfort. I
knew right
then, I wanted him for my wife or sex slave; however you choose
to look
on it; but, I didn't say nothing. I told him I would think about
it. I reviewed our
situation with our attorney when I returned home. He said
everything
was still in order for me to accept custody of my boy, but I
would be
required to marry him at the prison before they would release
him to
me. I went out and bought a couple of simple silver rings to
exchange
and kept them in my pocket until the day arrived for me to pick
him up.
I didn't call or write. I just drove to the prison," Thor said,
"You
want to take it from there, Son?" he asked Zeus.
"I was sure
dad
wasn't impressed by my blowjob and cried in Gog's arms for a
couple of
days. When I didn't hear from him the rest of the week, I just
knew he
decided not to marry me, and I would have to go to another
institution
where I wouldn't even have my partner with me. The thought of
leaving
the giant I come to love for any reason other than my pa was
just too
painful. I thought about
contacting my lawyer to see if he could make some bargain to
have me
serve the rest of my time at the prison. At least I'd be with
somebody
I
loved and who loved me, and apart from a new inmate from time to
time,
I became quite fond of most of the prisoners I was required to
service.
Gog would hear none of my misery. He assured me day after day my
dad
would come for me and make me his wife. His argument was strong,
but I
was unsure.
"The morning of my last day, I was more convinced than ever
dad wasn't coming. Gog and I lay
in bed and missed breakfast making love. We were still in bed
when the
guards came to tell me my dad was at the front desk. He came for
me.
They told me to get my things together and bring my roommate
with me. I
threw my arms around Gog's big neck and kissed him hard. I
admitted he
was right all along, and I told him again how much I loved him.
I told
him while I was overjoyed my dad came for me, my heart was
breaking to
leave him behind. He said he understood, but he wanted me to go
and be
happy. Gog asked if I would keep in
touch. I promised and assured him I would.
"I put my
few
things in one small bag. Gog carried it for me, and we went to
the
Warden's office. There was another man there the Warden
introduced as a
government official who would perform a marriage ceremony
between me
and dad. Dad asked Gog to be his best man and family witness to
our
marriage. The giant beamed with pride and readily agreed. Dad
handed
Gog the two rings to hold until they were called for. The
ceremony was
simple and quick. We exchanged rings and were pronounce man and
wife.
The government official told dad he could kiss his bride and my
old man
planted a kiss on me what made me toes curl and ma' cunt drool,"
Zeus
said and grinned, "After two years of being fucked by the
biggest bulls
in prison and my bunkmate, I couldn't wait to get home to bed my
own
dad and share with him what I learned," Zeus added. The cowboys
laughed
at
his colorful descriptions.
"And you
kept in
touch with Gog?" Kate asked.
"Yes,
ma'am,
Mistress Kate," Thor replied, "I paid my attorney to make
arrangements with
the prison to release Gog to me every other weekend, and I would
assume
responsible for him. We hardly ever went anywhere. Once in a
while we
treated him to a movie. He loved movies. We mostly stayed
home and enjoyed each other and his company. I bought a new
giant size
bed, and we slept together. He would fuck Zeus from the front,
and I
would hit him in his rear; then, we would switch places. When he
weren't sucking me off, Zeus was sucking Billy Gog off. I'm
sorry we
had to leave without him. We talked many times about how much we
miss
him. Most people fear him because of his size, but there ain't
no
sweeter or more gentle soul in the universe than Billy Gog
Groats,"
Thor lamented.
"But Zeus
has
his male tackle," Billy said.
"Yes, sir,
the
Irin wanted him to work with me as a bull, but you can't have no
bull
with a cunt, sir," Thor said and grinned. Billy's family laughed
at
him, and he blushed.
"I knew
that! I
knew that!" Billy said trying to sound like Jiminy Glick to make
up for
his faux pas. "Is he static in that state or can he morph his
genitals?" Billy asked.
"He can't,
but I
can," Thor said, "Stand up, Son," Thor ordered using his best
commanding dad voice.
Zeus knew
what
was coming. He stood, untied his robe, and opened for everyone
to see
his considerably impressive manhood. Thor waved his hand before
his
son's genitals, and they disappeared into an impressive little
cunt.
Thor let everyone get a good look, told his boy to close his
robe, and
sit down.
"Are you
still
married?" Tron asked.
"Yes, sir,
Master Garrett, but we left our rings with Gog on Fort Adam
Lear. We
bid him keep them until he could bring them to us or we might
visit our
home world," Thor replied.
"When was
the
last time you shared a bed with your wife?" Nathan asked.
"The night
before we were transferred to Earth, almost two months ago,"
Thor
replied.
"Ouch!"
said
Enoch.
"I agree,
Brother," Moss said.
"I can't go
more'n a day or two wiff' out my, Buckaroo," Hank declared and
everyone
laughed.
"Change of
plans, Gentlemen, we'll take you men upstairs, give you a room,
and you
stay the night together. You can have breakfast wiff' us in the
morning, then morph, and walk back down to the herd at the front
gate,"
Billy declared.
"We won't
say
`no,' sir. `At's awful damn nice of you, Master Billy," Thor
said.
"They's
method
to my madness, Gentlemen. I like being a good host, and I try to
be
good to my slaves; howsomever, I wanna' taste a pin prick of you
men's
blood. I want to have your DNA on file in my body and learn how
to
morph male genitalia into a female vagina, from both ends,"
Billy
explained.
"Fine with
us,
sir. Ain't much to ask for a room for the night," Zeus said.
Billy asked
Kate
to find him a straight pin and some alcohol. He sterilized the
pin and
each slave's forefinger. He quickly pricked Thor's, bled him a
bit, and
sucked his blood from his finger. He did the same with Zeus, and
he was
done. He had both men's DNA on file in his body and could see
the
pattern which did tripped the switch. "Any volunteers?" Billy
asked and
everyone looked around the room.
Buck's hand went up. "Can you change
me back in the morning, sir?" he asked.
"If I
can't,
Thor can," Billy said.
"You don't
have
to do that, pardner," Hank said.
"I wanna'
try it
for you, Hank. Ever' one knows you's the husband in our family
anyway.
Let's try it and see if we like it," Buck said.
"You know,
I
never thought I could love you more, Cowboy, but I just might be
wrong
about that. Hell, yes, let's try it! Cowboy up, Pod'na!" Hank
exclaimed
and everyone laughed again.
Buck walked
over
to his master, undid his rodeo belt buckle, dropped his
Wranglers to
his boot tops, and showed him his honor for all to see. Billy
waved his
hand in front of Buck's fine male tackle. It instantly
disappeared and
was replaced by a nice little cunt. Buck reached down and felt
it.
"Wow! Would ju' look at that, Hank!" he exclaimed.
"Damn, it
makes
my mouth water. Do I git to eat it afore I fuck it, partner?"
Hank
asked.
"It's yorn.
You
can do what the hell you want wiff' it," Buck replied.
"Just be
gentle,
Hank. Buck might be a buckaroo at heart; however, that's a new
addition, and if I'm correct he's a virgin. Go slow and easy
with him
until you got him broke to your saddle, Cowboy," Kate
admonished.
"Good
advice,
Mistress Kate. I'll shore' `nuff take good care of it and him,"
Hank
agreed.
Billy sent
Thor
and Zeus off with with Buck and Hank to fix them up in a room
with a
bath a couple of doors down from theirs. The men couldn't
believe
their good fortune. They took off their robes, held and kissed
each
other, and headed for the bathroom for a good, long, hot shower
and
then to bed.
* * * * * *
*
Billy and
his
family were still talking about everything when Billy looked
over at
Clyde and smiled.
"Way ahead
of
you, Master. I been in touch with one of Ramrod Quigley's right
hand
men. He's already done checked into Billy Gog Groats. Master
Quigley
done give him a presidential pardon, and the giant will be
here
in --" Clyde held up his arm to look at his watch, "Five, four,
three,
two, one --" Nothing happened, "Wait for it!" Clyde exclaimed,
and
there followed a great flash of light, "Now!" he exclaimed.
A larger
than
usual gate formed in the hallway just outside the kitchen. The
cowboys
went to see and an enormous giant step through the gate and
smiled
at Billy. "Hello, I'm Billy Gog Groats," he said softly in a
deep
voice, "I been sent here to become the slave of Master Billy
Daniels,"
Gog explained.
"Hello,
big'un,
I'm Master Billy Daniels. Do you know where you is?" Billy
asked.
"They
didn't
tell me where I's going, sir, but I's hoping against hope I'm on
the
planet called Earth in the Sol system," Gog replied.
"You got
the
right place, Son," Billy said, "Welcome home," he added.
Gog fell to
his
knees in front of Billy. "Gog requests permission to pay homage
to my
new master, sir?" Gog asked.
"Permission
granted, slave," Billy said and Gog slathered and kissed Billy's
buckaroo boots with his big tongue. He was so powerful Billy
could feel
the strength of his tongue through the tough hide of his boots.
Gog
licked and cleaned up one side and down the other on both
Billy's
boots. He seemed to be enjoying it, so Billy let him be for a
minute.
"That's a
fine
job, slave, now come to your master's arms and show him your
love,"
Billy said.
"Ya, mean
ya'ont
Gog to suck your dick, Master Billy?" Gog asked.
"Not right
away,
slave, I want you to stand, take me in you big arms and give
your new
master your best kiss," Billy said and laughed. He decided he
liked Gog
for his naiveté alone, but Thor was right; there was so much
more to love. The huge giant stood and gently took Billy into
his arms
and gave him one of the best kisses he got all day. Gog tasted
and
smelled like roses. Billy wondered if Gog could be one of the
blessed
innocents he heard rumors about on Retikki Prime. They held each
other
for the longest time, and Billy enjoyed every minute. Gog made
him feel
like a little boy again.
"Are you
hungry,
Gog?" Billy asked.
"No, Master
Billy, they fed me just before I left," he said.
"Did you
bring
Zeus and Thor's rings with you," Billy asked.
"They's in
my
pocket, sir, are they here?" Gog asked.
"Yes, but
you
can't see them right away. We'll take you up to them in a little
while.
They ain't had sex with each other in almost two months, and we
give
`um a room to do a little catching up. You understand, don't
you?"
Billy asked and grinned.
"I'll bet
Zeus's
tight little pussy done grow'd shut, sir. What a tragedy, but I
know'd
his daddy's a
fine quality bull. I'll bet he's opening him up real good, right
now,"
Gog said.
"Did they
feed
you dessert, my big slave?" Billy asked.
"What's
dessert,
sir?" Gog asked.
"Only the
best
part of any meal, Son. Come with me. I'll have my grandma fix
you up
with a big ol' slice of hot apple pie with ice cream," Billy
said.
"I don't
know
what that is, but if you think I might like it, I'll try it,
sir," the
giant said.
"Trust your
master, Gog, you will like it," Billy said.
"I was told
I
could always trust my master, sir," Gog said.
"That's
true,
Gog, unless I'm joking with you, you can take what I say
seriously,"
Billy said.
"How will
Gog
know the difference?" he asked.
"You'll
learn
quick enough, big fellow. Now take my hand and follow me," Billy
said,
"Have I got a baby buckaroo what's gonna' love you," Billy added
and
grinned.
* * * * * *
*
Bubba
groaned.
Brute pulled him up gently and slipped between Bubba and the bed
so the
big cowboy could rest his head on the big beast's chest. Bubba
didn't
open his eyes. He took a deep breath and sighed. "I'd know your
smell
anywheres in the universe," he said softly.
"Your beast
is
here, baby boy. You're safe in his arms," Brute almost sang to
him.
"I am your
baby
boy, Brute. I remember you singing me to sleep and purring along
side
me like a love engine what kept my tiny heart beating. I felt
like your
pup. You made me feel good about myself. I felt loved and
wanted. I
missed that when I returned to Earth. I looked for it, but I
could
never find it until you come back into my life. I couldn't love
my
daddy-beast more," Bubba said slowly, "I can't open my eyes,
Brute.
Where am I? What's happening to me?" he asked.
"We's at
the
Daniels' ranch in a soft bed. You passed out down to the front
gate.
Zeus and Thor drove you back up to the ranch. Clyde and Boomer
drove
your truck over to your ranch and transported us back for me to
be with
you. Your new wings are growing in fast, and they're a beautiful
gold
color. They will be splendid when they's fully grown," Brute
said. "You
hungry, sweet baby?" Brute asked.
"Always
hungry
for my beast," Bubba said.
"My teats
await
you, baby boy. When I heard you were down, they filled up fast.
They's
aching to feel your soft pretty lips around them suck'n your
bounty
from my body," Brute said almost seductively.
"Move my
head to
one, my handsome beast. Your baby boy would drink of his
bounty,"
Bubba said in a needy small voice.
Brute
helped him
and Bubba landed on the "Parking Lot" of goodness. He started
sucking
and tasted the full bodied flavor of his beast and began to make
soft
whimpering sounds like a young pup attached to his mom. Brute
began to
purr and hum to his baby boy urging him to drink his fill.
* * * * * *
*
Gog ate his
piece of pie like it was manna from heaven. Kate gave him a big
tablespoon to eat it with, and he held it in his fist as he took
small
bites to make the goodness last. He would take a bite, throw
back his
head, and make the funniest sounds of gastronomic ecstasy. He
really
enjoyed his dessert. He also enjoyed a cup of coffee with his
pie and
ice
cream. He wanted Billy to sit as close to him as he could get
and would
put his arm around him from time to time to make sure Billy
didn't get
away. Billy learned later Gog was told he was sent to Earth to
become
Billy's slave and protector. When he finished his dessert, he
couldn't
thank the ladies and Billy enough for the wonderful treat.
Billy sent
feelers to the upstairs bedroom to touch Thor's mind. Billy
could feel
and smell the unmistakable sweet pungent pheromones from the
completion
of sex. He knew Thor shot his heavy ladened bag of baby-batter
into his
boy's
pussy. << Have you finished the first round, great bull?
>>
Billy asked quietly.
<<Yes,
thanks,
Master. We're lying here in the afterglow of one of our best
sexual experiences together. Can we help you with something?
>>
Thor asked.
<<
No, but
perhaps I can help you and Zeus with something. May I come to
your room
for a minute? >> Billy asked.
<< Of
course you may. Certainly, sir, the door is open. Just let
yourself in.
Is it okay if we don't get out of bed? >> Thor asked.
<<
Stay in
bed. I will be there in a minute, >> Billy said and
withdrew.
"C'moan, my
giant slave, and I will take you to your lover and his husband,"
Billy
said.
"I can't
wait to
see them again. It's been so long," Gog said.
"How long,
Gog?"
Billy asked.
"Almost a
year,
sir," Gog said.
"So your
time
was just about up, right?" Billy asked.
"Yes, sir,
but
somehow our president heard about me and granted me an
unconditional
pardon for the rest of my parole. For a day, I became a freeman,
but I
asked to come here to become your slave, Master Billy," Gog
said.
"I'm glad
you
did, Gog. Welcome to our family," Billy said.
Billy took
him
by the hand, and they quietly climbed the stairs together. They
came to
the room and Billy slowly opened the door and peaked in. He saw
Thor
and Zeus under the covers looking at him. "I brought you men a
present," Billy said and opened the door all the way. He walked
in with
Gog holding his hand like a little boy. The two men went crazy.
They
couldn't get out of bed fast enough and were in the giant's arms
hugging and shamelessly stealing kisses from him. There were
tears,
deep sighs, and laugher at the reunion of three people who loved
each
other dearly. Billy was glad he put them in this room. It had a
super
huge bed which he swore must have been designed and built for a
giant
man and his wife. It would suit their needs perfectly.
"How did
you do
this?" Thor asked his master.
"Gog will
tell
you, and we'll fill you in tomorrow morning at breakfast. Until
then
enjoy each other and share your love. Tomorrow is a new day and
things
are looking up for everyone," Billy said. They each needed a hug
and a
kiss from their master before he went on his way.
* * * * * *
*
Billy
stopped by
Bubba's room on his way back to the kitchen. He smiled at Brute
in bed
with his master, cleaning Bubba's face with his tongue of any
slopped
over or residual watcher milk. Billy figured the big beast just
finished feeding his keep. There was no doubt in Billy's mind,
Bubba
was out like a light. He would sleep soundly and without
discomfort for
the rest of the night and wake up fully fledged.
"Did he
wake
up?" Billy asked quietly.
"For a
while,
Master Billy. He said he was hungry. I fed him my milk, he drank
a good
bit, then he passed out still hooked up to my teat. He used to
do that
a lot when he was but a wee bairn, and I held him in my arms and
rocked
him `til he went to sleep. He complained about not being able to
open
his eyes," Brute said.
"It's not
uncommon. The trauma to the body creates havoc with the other
internal
systems and those not needed for the moment sort of take a
backseat to
the others what might be more needed to complete the
transformation. He
don't need to see what nature's doing to the rest of his body.
It's
similar to smaller mammals on Earth. They are born with their
eyes
closed and blind for the first several weeks of life; however,
they
don't need to see to find their momma's teats. I'll bet that big
blind
cowboy didn't have a bit of problem finding his watcher's tit,"
Billy
said and smiled.
"I think he
could find my teats in a dark room full of watchers," Brute
bragged
about his master whose hair he was tenderly stroking with his
huge
furry paw.
"No doubt
in my
mind, my faithful beast," Billy replied and grinned, "I'm taking
off to
spend the night with my family at our line cabin in a while. If
you
need me just tickle me and let me know. We'll be here right
directly,"
Billy said.
"I will,
Master,
but I think the worst is over. I think he'll be fine until
morning,"
Brute said.
"You're a
good
keeper, Brute," Billy complimented the great feline watcher.
"It's easy
when
you've loved your `keep' as long as I have Bubba, Master," Brute
said.
"But you're
together again now. You have a chance for a bright future
ahead," Billy
said.
"Aye, and I
will
never let him go again," Brute said like an oath or the `a-men'
to a
prayer and took one long, loving lick with his huge cat-like
tongue up
the side of Bubba's cheek to seal his commitment. Billy smiled
to hear
Bubba give out a deep, relaxed sigh, like he was finally safe
for the
first time in his angst-filled lonely life holding on to his
faithful
watcher; Brute was his life-raft, and they were adrift,
together, in a
great sea of tranquility and contentment. The scene changed in a
flash
in Billy's mind and he saw a grown Calvin lying in the arms of
his
beloved Hobbs. Fantasies never change, they just mature. Billy
blessed
them and wished them well. "Hosanna," he said softly and closed
the
door.
* * * * * *
*
Oatie was
lying
with his head on Jethro's huge demon-dad chest inhaling his
wonderful
essence surrounded with the pungent fragrance of post
ejaculation
pheromones. "Are you happy
with your new slave and husband?" Jethro asked his master.
"I'm so
content
I feel like an old heifer what just found herself a fresh
pasture of
tender clover in which to gorge herself. I'm so spent from our
marathon
sexual orgy, I'm too tired to think of anything more clever to
say.
Perhaps it's more sincere to keep the answer to a question like
that
simple; I don't think I could be more happy or pleased with my
new dad.
I never asked for you to be ringed, but I did tell Billy I
thought
Orville's rings were beyond hot. To find out you shared the same
thoughts and wanted them for yourself seems more than
serendipitous or
coincidental; however, Master Billy swore to me you saw Orville
and
asked if you could be ringed like him. I'm sure the symbolism of
your
cock-ring was self-generated. It was of your own invention. I
find that
part particularly unique and has more meaning for us personally
to make
it hotter than anything I saw on Orville Higginbothem," Oatie
said.
"It's
better for
me, Master, and I hope it will be for you. I know where I belong
now,
and how I fit into your life. I'm no longer insecure about our
relationship. You need what I can provide you so you can become
the
great leader you were meant to be. Behind every great man is
someone
who believes in him; just like you believed in me these past six
years
and just like your granddaddy believed in you all them years.
You
invested your love and faith in a broken man never knowing
whether
your investment would pay off or be a great loss. You done the
right
thing by sending me to Master Billy. I will be forever grateful,
Son,"
Jethro said firmly and brushed his hot red lips against Oatie's
neck.
"So you say
your
demon-dad form is not just an invention of a demonic side of
Captain
Nick?" Oatie asked.
"No, he was
infected accidentally by a race of demons called the Kagoli from
their
DNA and explained how it happened. I begged him and Master Billy
to
allow me to become infected in the same manner for you. Has it
met with
your approval? Is it a hit or a miss?" Jethro asked and grinned.
"Definitely
a
hit! You knocked it out of the ballpark, Dad," Oatie said, "So
will I
become infected?" Oatie asked.
"No, not as
long
as you don't suck my ass when I'm in demon form. You may make
love to
my butt when I'm in human form if you like, and you won't be
infected.
It has to do with the combining of Human and Kagoli DNA and it
can only
be transmitted while I'm in my demon-dad form. Even then, it
can't be
transmitted unless your make love to my ass a number of times. I
asked
to become infected for your pleasure. Master Billy and Captain
Nick
were gracious enough to indulge me. Me and Captain Nick's ass
became
great friends and lovers. We's on a first name basis," Jethro
said and
laughed at his own joke.
"Master
Billy
became infected because he likes to play Captain Nick's demon
son from
time to time. I played with them several times when they both
morphed
to their demon forms," Jethro explained. "After my first morph
into my
demon persona on Captain Nick's ship, everyone on board, in a
unanimous vote, demanded I remain in my demon form until the
project
was finished," Jethro added. "Why do you ask about it? Would you
like
to be infected and become my demon son?" he asked
"I'll admit
the
idea is tempting, but perhaps I'm a bit more cautious than
Master
Billy," Oatie said.
"Bullshit!
Two
weeks," Jethro said and grinned, "Maybe less -- you'll be beg'n
to kiss
my demon butt," he added.
"Fuck!"
exclaimed Oatie, "You know me too damn well," he said and
laughed.
"I know how
much
it means to you to feel included, like you got a daddy to love,
who
will be good, strong, and demanding of you. I understand. You
never got
what you needed as a young boy. I learned from watching you and
your
granddaddy. You love each other so much there ain't no dam big
enough
to contain your love; yet, when he tells you to jump, you don't
even
ask how high; you's off the ground so fast you make a NASA
launch look
like child's play," Jethro said. After only two weeks under
Billy
Daniels, Jethro was learning to use his cowboy hyperbole to good
measure.
"That's
where I
come in, Son, when you remove my cock-ring and I become your
dad;
however,
since this new information has been introduced to you, I don't
think
you'll be able to rest or think of nothing else until you
resolve your
personal conundrum about it and come to grips with your craving
to
become my demon son," Jethro said and licked Oatie with his big
black
tongue across his firm abs sucking up his ejaculate, "If you're
like
me, and I'd say it's a pretty sure bet, you'll be drawn to the
idea
like a moth to a flame. That's how it hit me. I realized by
becoming
infected with the Kagoli DNA, I not only would become a solid
part of
Master Billy and Captain Nick, but I would also become one of
Captain
Nick's
boys; another demon son.
"It was too
powerful a draw for me. You'll come to think on the idea as the
greatest secret society your can imagine; not where you go to
play
dress up in funny hats, and say secret words, but you can
actually
become my boy; my demon son because it will require me to pass
my
Kagoli DNA to you. Screw the homophobic Boy Scouts, you'll be
welcome
into another world we create for ourselves as my demon son when
you's
ready to take the plunge and kiss the devil's ass," Jethro said
and
laughed at the stunned look on Oatie's face. "Close yore' mouth,
Son,
you don't look right-bright that-away," Jethro teased and
laughed.
"Is that
why you
hollered at me, and stopped me from sniffing around your rear
last
night?" Oatie asked.
"E'aup! You
should know I ain't got me no problem with my rear being played
with. I
just didn't want you to become accidentally infected. What kind
of a
dad would I be if I did? It was your choice to send me to Master
Billy,
so it must be your choice to become my demon son," Jethro put to
him,
"And I won't let you do it, right away. I have to be convinced,
without
a doubt, it's what you really want, because once't we begin the
process, there ain't no turning back," Jethro said firmly, "Do
you
understand, boy?" Jethro asked firmly.
"Yes, sir,
Dad,
I understand," Oatie replied meekly and grinned real big. Jethro
sent
chills up his back. It was a good sign. As hard as Oatie's cock
was, he
knew it couldn't be bad. He also knew Jethro was right. "You
sure are
sure of yourself," Oatie said and smiled, " but I like that in a
man,"
he added.
Jethro
grinned,
"No, I'm not there yet, Son, but thanks to you, I'm learning. I
will be
there one day soon. Until then, I'm just about one step ahead of
you,
but I'm more sure of you than I am myself. That's just enough to
keep
you interested and for me to serve you well as your slave-dad,"
Jethro
said.
"Do you
love me,
Jethro?" Oatie asked.
"What do
you
want? Coals to Newcastle? How can you ask a man that question
who has
remade himself into the man he thinks you want and need and has
dedicated himself to living his life for you? Have you found
some fault
with me which creates doubt?" Jethro asked calmly.
"No, none.
It
just seems too perfect to be true," Oatie replied.
"Get used
to it,
Son. I'm living my love for you, Oatie. Open your eyes, but more
importantly, open your heart, and my love will make you whole,"
Jethro said and kissed Oatie gently on his lips. "Forget the
past, Son,
the future starts here and now with us, you and me," Jethro
admonished
him.
"I can't
believe
Billy is going to pay us a thousand dollars a week for your work
on his
project. You'll be bringing in more money in two weeks than I
make in a
month in this small one horse town," Oatie lamented.
"Not to
worry,
Son, your daddy will take care of his boy, and he damn well
expects you
to take good care of him. Nobody rides for free, and I got that
on good
authority because Master Billy's owner done told me so," Jethro
said
and grinned.
"Granddad
said
something about Billy Daniels' owner, and you met him?" Oatie
asked.
"I sure
did, and
the next time we're over to the Daniels' ranch, I'll take you
and
introduce you. Nice guy! Handsome devil, too," Jethro replied.
"This job
with
Master Billy, it means a lot to you, don't it?" Oatie asked.
"Of course
it
does. It is me, Master Oatie, and it's a big part of our future
together. Oatie, you's an educated man. You studied hard to get
to
where you are and you got a job what's important to the
community. I
never had the advantages you had in life. Your birth family was
a
failure for you and your younger brother, but your granddaddy
weren't.
He took you in, became the dad you needed, and saw to it you got
a good
start in life. Do you think I could go out there in the world on
my own
and get even the lowest paying job with no education and no job
history
of any sort? An opportunity like Master Billy offered me is a
once in a
lifetime chance. It was a chance to prove myself, and because he
wants
me to continue as project manager is a sure sign he's happy with
my
work. Not only does it gives me a sense of purpose, it gives me
confidence in myself knowing I can accomplish great things and
become
the man who is worthy of your love and can love you with equal
worth.
"It ain't
just a
job for Master Billy. It's a job with the craziest,
off-the-wall, most
talented, loving group of misfits what's ever been assembled to
do
something like this, and yore' daddy's in charge of seeing the
job gets
done. Without them, their cooperation and love for me, I'm
nothing.
I'm just another pile of dog shit in the cantaloupe patch. On
the other
hand, without me, they'd fall apart in one day, and like
Humpty-Dumpty,
they'd never get themselves together again. Don't you want a dad
you
can look up to, admire, and not feel guilty about telling
anybody
you're my boy; or even be proud of me as your slave? You can't
look me
in the eye, Oatie Breedlove, and deny you're fast becoming my
boy,"
Jethro said.
"I think I
already am your boy, Jethro," Oatie said softly.
"What a
relief!"
Jethro exclaimed, "Now get down `nere on your old man's demon
cock and
show your dad how much you love him, Son. I got me another full
bag of
sweet demon baby-batter my big red balls done cooked up special
for my
baby
boy. Suck it just the way daddy done
showed you how he likes it, and I promise, I will never ask if
you love
me," Jethro said and grinned wickedly.
* * * * * *
*
Billy
walked
back into the kitchen area and found his cabin crew gathered
around the
table waiting for him. After helping with the large Easter
dinner and
clean up afterwards, the twins spent most of their afternoon and
evening on their computers in their room in the ranch house.
They
helped Kate so much during holidays and Sundays, she gave them a
small
room with a nice queen size bed where they could lie down and
take a
nap if they wanted and wouldn't be disturbed. They used it only
occasionally to sleep but managed to get two good size desks for
their
computers and various projects. They found the two desks in the
attic
and Kate let them use them in their room.
It was
getting
late but there were several of the family who were awake and
sitting
around the table. Kate and Zelma were having a last spot of tea.
Nathan, Tron, Enoch, and Moss were still drinking coffee. Nick,
Clyde,
and Balthazar were sitting together. They acknowledged Billy
when he
came into the kitchen and sat down.
"Everyone
in
your flock tucked in for the night, Son?" Tron asked and
grinned.
"Lord, I
hope
so. For all the last minute trauma and excitement, I think it's
been a
good day,"
Billy said as Kate set a cup of hot chocolate before him.
"What's
this?
Hot chocolate? How nice, thanks grandma," Billy said.
"I fixed
some
for Poly and Cass and of course your big boys had to have some,
too, so
I
made a little extra for you," Kate said and smiled.
"Thanks,
just
the thing to end the day," Billy said.
"What's on
the
docket for next week, Son," Nathan said.
"We play
musical
cowboy, Uncle Nathan. I'm paying Mary Rutherford for the use of
her
property, and we ain't got a cowboy on the place yet. I plan to
take
fifteen over tomorrow and let them get started," Billy said.
"You got a
ramrod in mind for them yet?" Tron asked.
"Naw, I's
gonna'
leave that open. I got me an idea my little buckaroo buddy will
have
some ideas how he wants things run," Billy said and grinned.
"He's a
baby,
Billy. Randy's only six years old," Kate said.
"He'll be
seven
in another month, and he's an enhanced young'un. Nothing gets
past that
boy. His sister and grandma have him reading at an eighth grade
level.
He can turn a computer inside out finding information and apps
to get a
job done. He uses the computer like his second mother to
research
anything he's unsure about. I plan to buy him a pony for his
burf-day.
I was helping run this place, and had my own pony when I was his
age.
When I was seven I rescued Boomer from a bear trap and saved his
life.
I spent two weeks in the big cave down to the James river and
spent
ever' night by his side. Nobody said nothing to me about being
too
young to be bunking it in with a Bigfoot ever' night," Billy
said.
"It wasn't
because I didn't want to, Billy. Certainly it wasn't because we
didn't
care enough about you to be concerned. Ask your uncle, he'll
tell you,"
Kate said.
"I have no
idea
what she's talking about, Son," Nathan said flatly.
"Where are
you
having breakfast in the morning, Son?" Kate asked.
"All right,
Ma,
you don't have to pull out them big guns. Truth is, you weren't
never
alone, Son. Either your granddaddy or me was sleeping within
sight of
the cave the whole time you's taking care of Boomer. I was more
worried
about you than ma' dad, but he swore he'd make a eunuch out of
me if I
ever said anything to you. He wanted you to have your
independence and
gain confidence in yourself. I have to admit today, I was wrong,
and my
daddy was right. He usually was about things like that, but he
was a
tiger about seeing to your wellbeing. He knew you had a tough
time of
it, and he gave you enough free rein to see you learned a few of
life's
lessons for yourself. Once't old Boomer was up and around and
you two
said your goodbyes, Dad couldn't a' been more proud. I was
pert-dang
proud of you myself," Nathan said.
"I liked to
have
worried myself sick. I thought my husband and son lost their
minds
letting a seven year old boy take care of a sick critter who was
bigger
than him times ten. I didn't know Boomer's kind were
intelligent,
gentle, and somewhat docile creatures. Little did I know at the
time
you would one day grow up to marry him," Kate said and laughed.
"And
Boomer's
made a fine husband for me, and I'm sure he'll make a great dad
for
Billy Junior," Billy said and smiled at Boomer.
"Well, I
told
you before, and I'll tell you again, I don't care how you make
them
just as long as you give me several great-grandchildren to
spoil," Kate
said.
"Amen to
that,"
Zelma agreed and laughed.
"How 'bout
if
Boom and I have a little watcher?" Billy asked his grandma.
"I wouldn't
love
it a whit less than Billy Junior," Kate said firmly.
"Hear!
Hear!"
said Nathan pounding his fist on the table, "None of us would. A
watcher bairn is just as welcome in the Daniels' family as a
human
one,"
he allowed and everyone agreed with him.
"What boy
wouldn't love to grow up with a watcher brother?" Tron asked.
"When is
Vox
going to start music lessons for Randy and his sister?" Zelma
asked.
"As soon as
I
get them a couple of instruments of their choice. I plan to take
care
of that this week. I want Randy to take piano lessons and
anything else
he wants to play, but I'll leave it up to his sister, Kayla,
what she
might prefer," Billy said.
"What if
Randy
wants to play a gee-tar?" Tron asked and grinned.
"I'll have
Clyde
give him lessons. Him and Randy get along great," Billy said.
"I'd be
happy to
give him lessons, Master Billy," Clyde said, "Ain't much to
play'n a
gee-tar," he said.
"Has the
city
planning project come to a halt since your project manager is on
his
honeymoon for the week?" Nathan asked.
"No, he's
left
several coordinating assistants in charge under the leadership
of my
two halflings, Poly and Cass, and they will report to Enoch. I
have to
get together with them tomorrow morning to view the project
video and
have some questions answered. Anyone wishing to join me will be
welcome. Moss is gonna' be busy picking out fifteen Irin slaves
to
become buckaroos for their ranch. I made the Garretts the same
offer as
the
Rutherfords and the others, and they agreed. I guess in many
ways,
Easter marks the rebirth of several ranches in the area, and I'm
looking forward to us progressing together," Billy said.
* * * * * *
*
Billy
finished
his chocolate and gathered his family to return to the line
cabin for
the night.
He thought after they arrived he would take some time in the
near
future to draw up plans for a new, more comfortable line cabin
with a
larger barn and more comfortable facilities for Samson and
Maybelle.
There was something calming and soothing to Billy and his small
inner
family about getting away from the herd and being together in
the line
cabin. It seemed to focus him and them into a better more
closely knit
group. They each commented how much they missed Jethro, but they
were
happy for him and Oatie.
It was
another
typical evening at the cabin and after showers, ablutions, and
taking
care of Boomer's fur were accomplished, the twins and Boomer
went off
to bed-down in the loft. That was another thing Billy wanted to
take
care of was to provide them with a bit more comfortable
arrangement.
Until that time, they seemed perfectly happy in their nest they
built.
Only Billy and Nick were left, and they naturally gravitated to
each
other. Nick seemed especially loving and understanding, but not
to the
point of initiating sex between them. It was a long and
powerfully
emotional day. He was just being extra loving and caring.
"You think
we're
becoming an old married couple?" Billy asked.
"No, 'cause
we
ain't married," Nick said, "We don't have that kind of
relationship.
That ain't the way our relationship evolved. I know where this
is
coming from, but we don't meet the same criterion as Zeus and
Thor. Our
relationship is set up in a totally different way. Neither is
better
than the other, they's just different. Theirs works for them,
and ours
works for us; however, there are a couple of small things I feel
lacking about our relationship," Nick said.
"I can't
make an
adjustment or correction if I don't know what it's about, Pa,"
Billy
said softly, "You know I'd do anything in the world for you. All
you
gotta' to do is ask," he added.
"It has to
do
with the fellowship of the rings and pride of ownership,
Kemosabe,"
Nick said.
Billy had
no
idea what Nick was talking about. He started a mental
association like
he was running a search engine on his computer looking under
each
subheading to bring up related topics. Fellowship? Ring?
Ownership? The
first two he quickly exhausted, but he was pretty sure he could
rule
out
the obvious reference to Tolkien. Nick would never be obvious.
He knew
his demon-dad could sometimes be excruciatingly obtuse with
words to
generate frustration or worse, confusion. Was it a subtle ploy?
If it
wasn't a direct
reference, perhaps it was a metaphor or even an analogy to
something
altogether unexpected. Nick was
clever at
wordplay. He once claimed he invented puns in his devil form to
annoy
those too sure of themselves or not quick enough to comprehend
his
message;
however, the term `ownership' didn't seem to fit. It was the odd
word
out. Maybe it wasn't
complicated. Simplicity often drowns in the high tidewaters of
mental panic. Perhaps a small
key to fit a larger lock? Was Billy overlooking something? He
was
grasping for straws. What recent events
might have triggered this moment of discontent within Nick? What
was
new in their relationship recently what wasn't there before?
Jethro!
Ring! Fellowship! Ownership! Bingo! The slots lined up one right
after
the
other for the jackpot. Billy wasn't about to let Nick win this
one by
having to ask for further explanation. He was super smooth.
Billy
Daniels was the
epitome of Cowboy Cool.
Billy took
in a
large breath of air, locked his hands behind his head, leaned
back on
the sofa, crossed his boots on the coffee table, and slowly
exhaled in
a deep sigh. "Would you
prefer to be ringed in private or do you wish a ceremony?" Billy
asked
quietly.
Nick
grinned
real big like he wasn't expecting Billy to nail his comment,
"Oh, Hell,
let's do it up right. All male, family, and close
friends. I'll make a guest list," he said and smiled.
"Full set,
Tonto?" Billy asked.
"Full set,
Kemosabe," Nick replied.
"Same rules
Jethro set down between himself and his master?" Billy asked.
"I'm
comfortable
with it," Nick replied.
"So am I.
Since
Jethro introduced the idea, my penis does a happy dance ever'
damn time
I
think on it; like it's got a mind of its own. It's a powerful
symbol,
Pa, the fellowship of the rings, and the cock-ring in
particular. It
will brand you as belonging to me, but it allows you to be my
dad when
I remove it," Billy said, "Simple but strong. Just like Jethro
himself," he added.
"I agree.
I'm
the only one of your slaves what ain't ringed, and Boomer don't
count
because he's metaphorically ringed as your husband; although, I
think
he would look quite handsome with a large ring through his
nose," Nick
said
mischievously.
I thought
it
would be more respectful of you as my `Pa' not to ring you,
Tonto,"
Billy said, "Does this have anything to do with inclusion?"
Billy asked.
"It has
everything to do with inclusion, Kemosabe," Nick replied.
"I never
meant
to leave you out or exclude you, Pa," Billy said sincerely.
"I know,
Son.
You don't think that way. I just think it would make us more
secure
with each other and give you greater confidence," Nick said.
"You think
I
need more self-confidence, Tonto?" Billy asked and grinned.
"All you
can
get, Kemosabe, for what's to come. I watch you grow day by day,
but you
cain't never have too much confidence," Nick assured him.
"Will it
solidify our love, Pa?" Billy asked.
"It will
define
boundaries and what we do within them; however, love knows no
boundaries, Son," Nick said.
"You play
several roles in our relationship; all, of which, I'm
comfortable.
You're looked
up to and admired by our family as Captain Nick. Do you think it
will
set a precedent?
Will others follow your lead?" Billy asked.
"A couple
perhaps, one in particular," Nick declared.
"Bull?"
Billy
asked.
"Without a
doubt," Nick replied, and they shared a laugh.
"Anything
else
you'd like to discuss before we hit the hay, Tonto?" Billy
asked.
"No, but
your pa
is gonna' take care of his boy before lights-out, and he don't
want no
arguments. You had a powerful day, and you need a bit of relief
only
your dear old dad can provide," Nick said firmly.
"Would it
help
to tell you I love you, Pa?" Billy asked.
"Naw, I got
ma'
heart set on doing it anyway," Nick replied and laughed.
End of
Chapter
41 ~ Him Who Made The Seven Stars
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