Him
Who
Made The Seven Stars
By Waddie Greywolf
Chapter 42
I thought my timing was all wrong
Until I saw your foot.
Conductors beat both east and west
But we don`t play with all the rest
We`ve found a tempo of our own
And bar by bar our love has grown
Oh I was feeling so alone
Until I saw your foot.
~ Heather Wastie
Billy's
internal cowboy alarm clock woke him early the next morning. He
slipped out of bed, threw a handful of kindling and a small log
on the banked coals to start a fire, and made a pot of coffee to
put next to it to boil. Depending on the fireplace for making
coffee was another project he wanted to get done. It was getting
too warm to make a fire every morning, and if they were going to
continue using the line cabin they needed a gas or an electric
cook stove. They had an old wood-burning heavy cast-iron stove,
but Billy hardly ever used it. The fireplace was more convenient
and quicker to make coffee. He considered a small two burner
electric hotplate for the top of the stove. It might work well
for coffee.
Billy
crawled back into bed and found his beloved pa with a nice semi-flaccid morning woody. He felt sure with
a little love he could make it stand up and salute. He attempted
cowboy warm-mouth to demon-dad penis resuscitation and soon
helped it gain enough strength it could stand on its own. Nick
stretched and growled his approval and gently caressed his son's
handsome head to urge him on. Billy was in no hurry and made
sure his dad got a fine morning blowjob. Nick seemed to
appreciate starting his day with a little love and attention
from his boy. Billy tried to make it last as long as he could
but Nick was ripe and found his boy's mouth too inviting. He
soon offloaded a big, beefy, tasty cowboy load for his boy's
morning reward.
Billy
quickly consumed his dad's spunk like it was manna from heaven.
He made obscene sounds like it was the best thing he ever
tasted, and his mouth became a place of great joy. Billy was the
only man Nick shared sex with in thousands of years who could
make him feel like a god, and Billy Daniels was the only man or
cowboy Nick wanted to worship him. What Billy did for him was
enough to get him to their next mutual worship service together.
He smiled at his thought but wondered if it was right for a god
to love and worship his son so much? Maybe if Jehovah wasn't
such a dictatorial butt-hole and tried harder, he might not have
been such a miserable failure as a father or god.
As soon as
Poly, Cass, and Boomer smelled the coffee they stumbled into the
living area still half asleep. They, too, came to depend on
their morning jolt of caffeine to get their hearts started in
the mornings. Poly and Cass were looking forward to a full week
working on Nick's ship under Enoch, and they left everything set
up for Billy's morning visit after breakfast. Billy was enjoying
his coffee and got an early morning familiar tickle.
<<
That you, Buckaroo? >> he asked.
<<
Yeah, it's me, Cowboy Billy. That was a neat trick you done on
me. How'd ju' do that? >> he asked.
<<
You mean make'n the cock crow in yore' head? >> Billy
asked in reply.
<<
Yeah, he was loud, too,>> Randy said in awe. He heard
Billy, Nick, Boomer, and the halflings laugh.
<<
I'll show you how it's done sometime. Run ask yore' momma if'n
you can transport over to our ranch for breakfast and spend the
morning wiff' me. I'll send Clyde for you. I'll take you to
Captain Nick's ship to watch a video with us, and then we'll
choose the cowboys for your place. I need yore' help to round
'um up and sort'n 'um out. You's the only cowboy over to yore'
place, so it seems only fit'n I deal with the `bossman' of the
Rutherford spread. I also got me a new slave I want you to meet,
you's gonna' love, little Brother, >> Billy sent.
<< Is
he big? >> Randy asked.
<<
He's big, >> Billy replied.
<<
Sounds great! I'll be back at cha' in a few, >> Randy sent
and ran off to wake his mom.
It took
Mary Ruth Rutherford a minute for her head to clear when Randy
woke her. She came to trust Randy and Billy's friendship, and
she had no problem with them spending quality time together. She
felt pleased Billy was including Randy in some of the decisions
he was making for the ranch. She didn't know Billy raised her
six year old son to foreman of their ranch, but when she found
out later, Mary thought it was wonderful thing for Billy to do
to instill confidence in her boy.
<<
She said 'yes,' Cowboy Billy. I'll be ready when you send ma'
buddy Clyde for me. Can I bring Ludo wiff' me? >> Randy
asked.
<<
Sure, he's yore' protector, ain'nee? >> Billy asked.
<<
He's more'n 'nat, Cowboy Billy, but give us a minute. My little
sister's still hooked up to him having her morning milk,
>> Randy sent.
<< I
understand, Cowboy. Bring him, >> Billy send.
<<
See you in a bit, sir, >> Randy signed out.
"You really
meant what you said last night about Randy participating in
decisions for the Rutherford ranch," Nick said.
"Shore'
did, Pa. Ya' cain't start 'um too young. I don't care what my
uncle and grandma said, after I took care of Boomer and got him
on his feet, my granddad would get me off by ourselves, and he
would ask my advice about different things he was considering
around the ranch. Sometimes he took my advice and sometimes he
didn't, but I never questioned him about his decisions. I
figured he knew more'n I did; except, a couple of times he come
to me later and told me he wish't he done took my advice instead
of doing it his way. My granddaddy weren't a man what couldn't
admit he made a mistake, and I think it was probably the
greatest lesson I learned from him," Billy concluded.
"But
there's more y'ain't tell'n me," Nick said, raised an eyebrow,
and grinned.
"Yeah,
Randy's so damn much like I was at his age, we could a been
twins," Billy declared.
"I done
figured that," Nick said, "What's it gonna' be like when little
Billy Junior comes along?" he asked.
"Randy will
have a little brother to spoil along wiff' the rest of our
family. Randy's solid in my heart. He will always be my first
re-born," Billy said.
"I never
thought of it that way, but Randy is, indeed, your first
re-born. First re-born? I like that," Nick said and smiled, "But
wait a minute, I thought I's your first re-born, Cowboy?" Nick
asked.
"Naw, you's
just a patch job," Billy replied and laughed at the look on
Nick's face.
"Like an
old flat tire?" Nick asked.
"Yeah, one
I have to keep blow'n up ever' morning to get him roll'n," Billy
replied, and they fell together laughing at their own bullshit.
Boomer and the halflings almost choked on their coffee.
"God, I
love you, boy," Nick declared, "I never know which end the
shit's coming out," he added and laughed his ass off.
"No more'n
I love blow'n up your old tire, Dad," Billy said, and they
laughed again.
* * * * * *
*
Billy and
Nick transported their family to the ranch house. Everyone was
beginning to gather in the kitchen for coffee and breakfast.
Hank and Buck got Thor, Zeus, and Gog up and they came wandering
into the kitchen. Gog was dressed but Thor and Zeus wore the
bathrobes Billy gave them the night before. Since they were
going to return to the front gate in their guard-bull forms,
Billy didn't see any need to dress them. Gog was aglow with the
light of love for Zeus and his dad. He seemed to be overjoyed
but relaxed to be at the ranch with them. His big heart was at
peace. He came to Billy, picked him up, and hugged him like he
was a little boy. The giant planted a big kiss on Billy's cheek.
Billy couldn't resist the huge humanoid's affection and kissed
him on his mouth. "Good morning, big'un, did you rest well?" he
asked.
"What rest
we got, I slept soundly, and dreamed of being floated away on
the backs of angels," he said, "but I don't really believe in no
angels. I's just make'n that part up, Master Billy," he added.
"Y'ain't
never been to Earth before, Big'un. Clyde, wing-up for me. I got
a job for you," Billy said.
"Right
away, Master Billy," Clyde said, took off his Western shirt, and
set it on his chair. In a flash of bright light he disappeared
and reappeared fully fledged in his handsome wings and his fine
leather harness. Billy watched Gog's face closely. A look of
wonder and awe came over the giant at the sight of Clyde as a
cowboy-angel. Billy had to admit, Clyde made a stunningly
handsome cowboy-angel.
"Do you
believe in angels, now, my good slave?" Billy asked softly.
"Gods of
love and joy forgive me, I think I do, Master Billy. I never saw
me one before -- but he's got slave rings through his nose and
teats. Is he your slave, Master Billy?" Gog asked, "Rings -- umm
-- hot," he added sheepishly.
"Yes,
Clyde's my slave, and I agree them rings is hot; but, it ain't
the only place he's ringed, big'un. Put me down, and I'll
explain. Besides, you and me's got to go into the front hall to
meet a very special young buckaroo what will be returning with
Clyde. Walk with us, Clyde," Billy invited his slave and took
Gog by his hand to lead him to the front hall. The rest of
the men in Billy's family, including Thor and Zeus, followed
with coffee in hand to watch. They didn't want to miss a thing.
When they were away from the kitchen a good ways, Billy spoke to
his slave, "Clyde, I'd appreciate it if you would show our new
slave your other ring," Billy said and grinned. Clyde smiled
knowing his master's sense of humor and undid his Wranglers for
the new slave to get a good look at the ring through the head of
his cock.
"That's
incredible. It's beautiful, sir. Masculine. Handsome. Thank you
for showing me," Gog said and Billy watched Gog's cock go from
semi-flaccid to defcon erect.
"Clyde, be
an angel, and fly over to the Rutherford's ranch to gather my
little buddy and his watcher for me. I already done arranged it
wiff' his mother. I would appreciate it, and I know Randy will.
They's waiting for you to bring them here to have breakfast with
us," Billy said. He couldn't help grin and winked at Clyde. The
big cowboy-angel could read his master's mind without a tickle.
He knew Randy would flip over Gog and returned his grin. He
nodded his understanding, bowed to his master, raised his huge
wings and disappeared.
"Are all
your slaves ringed like that, Master Billy?" Gog asked with more
than a casual interest.
"Well, to
be honest, Gog, it didn't start out that way, but one thing led
to another; now, all my immediate family slaves are ringed
except one, and he will be ringed shortly. We's having us a
small ceremony next weekend, and you may attend and watch if you
like," Billy offered.
The other
men who followed Billy into the front hallway knew who he was
talking about and looked at Captain Nick. Nick just smiled real
big and nodded his agreement to what Billy said.
"If I'm
gonna' be your slave and protector, will you ring me, too,
Master Billy?" Gog asked and Billy could see his enormous cock
growing in his loose pants.
"Would it
please you? Would it make you feel more like a part of my
family? Would it make you happy, Gog?" Billy asked knowing the
answer to every question.
"Oh, yes,
sir, Master Billy, it would show the world I'm a proud slave
what belongs to my master - Master Billy Daniels. I won't be
able to sleep much until I get ringed. I'm sure my old cock
won't gimme' no rest," Gog replied.
"Do you
understand, once't I ring your cock, you won't be able to remove
my ring without your master's permission?" Billy asked.
"I didn't
know about that, but it sounds reasonable, sir. As your slave I
would expect you to demand some control over me," Gog replied,
"I was carefully taught my first job will always be to serve and
protect you," he added.
"I don't
require it of any of my slaves, Gog. Like I said, it just so
happens they wanted to be ringed. I think it's hot, and since I
want to keep my slaves happy, I agreed to their requests;
however, they know my rules, and I damn well expect them to
abide by them," Billy said firmly. "You're new. Why don't you
wait a while, and after a week or so, if you still think it's
something you must have for yourself, we'll talk about it at
that time," Billy suggested.
"Yes,
Master Billy. Thank you, sir, but I know I won't change my
mind," Gog said.
Billy
noticed Thor and Zeus were having problems keeping their
erections covered with their robes. "Will we still be able to
share our brother, Master Billy?" Zeus asked.
"Of course,
but Gog must come to me to ask my permission. It's only polite
and mannerly to take his master's wishes into consideration.
Most times I'll be accommodating, unless I have something else
planned for him at the moment. I didn't get you men together to
keep you apart. I like to keep my slaves happy, and a strong,
healthy sex-life is a part of a good, happy life," Billy
replied, "I can also delegate you, Thor, as a surrogate master
for Gog in my absence. If you chose to allow him to remove his
ring, it will come from my mouth as well," he added.
"You
probably don't want to let your new slave see my dad," came a
voice behind Billy. He noticed the other men were looking at
someone beyond him. Billy turned to see Bubba fully fledged
walking slowly on the arm of his huge feline watcher. He was
wearing only his wranglers and his buckaroo boots. Bubba's wings
looked like a double for Billy's. They were a brilliant,
burnished gold color and shown brightly in the morning sun
coming in the windows. They framed Bubba's massive upper body
and chest development handsomely. Billy turned to look and took
in a quick breath. Bubba was stunning.
"Nice to
see you up and around, Brother," Billy went to him, hugged him,
and gave him a peck on his fuzzy cheek.
"Damn,
Billy, these things is heavy," Bubba complained.
"It took me
one whole day to get used to the added weight. I couldn't stand
up with them for a couple of hours. A big strong man like you
should adjust quickly. Once't you get used to `um, they won't be
no problem. Bubba, I'd like to introduce you to Gog, my new
slave, and I believe you already know Thor and Zeus," Billy said
and grinned.
"I
certainly do, and thanks, Gentlemen, for coming to my rescue.
I'm glad you stayed the night so's I can thank you. It's good to
meet you, Gog. Damn you's big," Bubba said shaking the giant's
hand, "And I need to talk with you later about another matter
concerning me and them two handsome bulls, Master Billy," Bubba
said and blushed.
"They
already done told me what you asked, Bubba, and we'll work
some'um out what's good for ever'body. Gog is another member of
their family. It might be difficult to understand at first, but
we'll explain it to you," Billy said.
"Hell, it
ain't hard for me to understand. I'd damn sure want Gog on my
family team," Bubba said and grinned.
There was a
flash of light and Clyde arrived with Randy and Ludo. Clyde
wrapped his cowboy bandanna round Randy's eyes for the trip and
the men laughed at him. "Can I take my blindfold off now,
Clyde?" Randy asked.
"Here, I'll
take it off for you, little Brother," Billy said and squatted
down by him, untied, and removed it. Randy got his first look at
the huge giant standing before him and his face registered
wonder and awe. "We'll ain't chu' gonna' run to him, Cowboy? His
name is Gog. He's my new slave. He's a gentle giant. He won't
hurt you none," Billy said quietly.
"I cain't,
Brother. I think I just shit ma' Wranglers," Randy said like he
was uneasy and the men went crazy laughing.
"I'd
definitely call that love at first shite," Billy punned and got
everybody laughing again. "Don't worry about it none, Buckaroo.
I damn near dropped a load in my Wranglers when he arrived here
last e'nin from Fort Adam Lear. Yore' old buddy, Ramrod Matt
Quigley, done sent him to us to be my slave and another one of
my protectors. Ya'ont me to carry you upstairs to the bathroom
and help you clean up?" Billy asked.
"You'd do
that for me, Brother?" Randy asked.
"Of course
I would, you's ma' little brother, ain't chu'?" Billy asked.
"Womb to
tomb, Brother!" Randy exclaimed, "Naw, I don't need no help. I's
jes' shit'n you, Brother. I's using cowboy hyper-drive-talk like
you done taught me," Randy replied and everyone laughed at his
one-up-man-ship on Billy, "Open them big arms wide, Brother
Giant, I's a' come'n, I's a come'n," Randy shouted for Gog, and
ran full out for the giant's arms. Gog caught Randy, lifted him
up, surrounded the small cowboy with his huge arms, and stole a
kiss. Randy threw his little arms around Gog's massive neck and
did the same. It was the quickest bond in human-giant history.
The giant and small buckaroo instantly became good friends.
Billy decided Nick was right, love knows no boundaries -- or
size. From the smallest to the largest, love is the great
equalizer.
"Awful damn
nice to meet you, Mister Gog. I'm Randy Rutherford. I'm Master
Billy's little brother. Them men are all laughing `cause they
know'd how much I love big men and cowboys," Randy said
honestly.
"I think I
could easily come to love you, Master Randy," Gog replied.
"Put me
down for a second, Brother, they's two more special men here
this morning I gotta' give a hug. I'd recognize them in either
form -- my buddies from the front gate, Mr. Thor and Mr. Zeus,"
Randy said hugging and stealing a kiss from each big man. Billy
and the other men were astounded Randy recognized them.
"How did
you know, little Brother?" Billy asked.
"The aura
what surrounds them. It's the same no matter what form they
take," Randy replied and explained like he assumed it was common
knowledge.
"You can
see folk's aura?" Billy asked.
"I couldn't
until you healed and enhanced me. I see everybody's aura now,"
Randy replied, "I can tell if they's healthy or sick, if they
just made love, or if they's upset, angry, or mad about
something, or if they's hungry," Randy replied.
"Then you
can tell whether someone's morphed into another person to
impersonate him?" Billy asked.
"Yeah, like
if you's to morph into Hank or Buck and come into a room
together, I could tell you from them," Randy replied.
"Amazing,"
Billy said and shook his head, "Then that's how you knew to run
to Thor and Zeus that day we's down in the pasture together?"
Billy asked.
"Sure, I
knew it was them from their aura. The other bulls got auras,
too, but they's each slightly different, sort of like bandwidth
only visual instead of aural," Randy explained.
"Where you
learning all this shit, Cowboy?" Billy asked.
"The
Internet," Randy replied.
Gog grabbed
Randy up again and carried him into the kitchen.
"Thanks,
Brother," Billy said as he patted Clyde on his back after he
de-winged, "the blindfold was a nice touch," he added and
laughed.
"Thought
you might like it, sir," Clyde said and grinned.
The men
walked back into the kitchen and were ready for breakfast. Bubba
was the hit of the morning. Everyone came around to tell him how
handsome his new wings were. Bubba had his doubts, but after a
good breakfast, they began to feel a bit lighter.
"What do
you want to do today, Bubba?" Billy asked, "You can stay in your
room with Brute and sleep some more, I'm sure he'll take good
care of you, or you can tag along to Captain Nick's ship with me
and my posse. I don't want you out roaming about the ranch. I
don't want Orville disturbed. He's got work to do, and I don't
want him distracted worrying about you," Billy said firmly, "You
got another twenty-four hours to wear your wings until we can
teach you to de-wing. That won't be until tomorrow morning about
this time," he added.
"I think
I'd like to go with you to Captain Nick's ship. Is there
someplace I might lie down if I get tired? Can Brute come with
us?" Bubba asked.
"Sure,
Brute's welcome to come along, and we can fix you up in the
castle if you need," Billy replied, "You should start feeling
better since you ate breakfast. Moving about will circulate your
blood and feed them wings. By noon you should be feeling a lot
better and be starving for lunch," Billy said and everyone
agreed with him, "Thor and Zeus, we'll take you men outside
after breakfast, you can morph back into bulls, and head on back
down to the front gate. Again, let me say before my family, we
thank you and appreciate your quick action bringing Bubba back
up to the house. I promise, I didn't have Gog sent here to tease
you men," Billy grinned, "You'll get to see Gog again next
weekend. Remember what I told you about noon
on Friday, put your next team in charge, and walk up to the
house. Let me know you're coming, and we'll be ready for you. I
plan to billet Gog on Captain Nick's ship for a while until we
can find a niche for him, but until then I'll keep him close
so's he can get an idea what we're all about. He's lucky to have
found his'self a fine handsome young protector so soon, I don't
think he'll be able to get two feet away from my little brother
all day," Billy said and everyone laughed. "Anyway, you can be
with Gog as much as you like over the weekend. It will give you
men something to look forward to," Billy said.
"We can't
thank you enough for our evening and morning with you and your
family, Master Billy. It's been a wonderful treat for us. We'll
certainly look forward to the weekend, and you can't know what
great peace of mind you brought us when we saw our brother with
you last night. We're proud to be your slaves, Master Billy,"
Thor said.
* * * * * *
*
When
everyone finished breakfast, Billy and his family, except for
Bubba and Brute, walked Thor and Zeus outside. Billy urged those
who wished to tell them `goodbye' to do so in the house. The
large Irin men removed their robes and handed them to Clyde and
immediately morphed into two large handsome bulls. They thanked
their master again and moseyed off down the road to the front
gate. Billy and his posse returned to
the house to gather Bubba and Brute, and they transported to
Nick's ship. There was still much activity going on here and
there, but they were like a body with no head, until Poly, Cass,
and Enoch arrived. Moss, Hank, and Buck were helping too, and
after about thirty minutes things settled down to steady pace.
Everyone wanted to know how Jethro and his master was, and would
their director be coming back early. Billy assured them, Jethro
wouldn't be back until the following Monday unless he just
happened to come to the ship with his master for Joe and
Crunch's mating smack-down.
They
were ready for Master Billy and his family to review the video
they made of the concepts, innovative ideas, and final creation
of the model of the city. It was a bit longer than the original
estimate of thirty minutes, but no one complained because it
proved to be fascinating as well as educational. They displayed
pictures, drawing, and diagrams of the engines for the
individual and group trams which were marvels in engineering.
They were basically Sterling engines which ran on the expansion
of heated air rather than steam. Each was powered by one of
Archie and Edith's plasma balls. The designers and engineers
named them `legislative-transports' or `fart'n-piss-mobiles' for
short, because they ran on hot air, and one of the byproducts of
the process was the moisture naturally present in air was
removed and collected in containers which eventually must be
emptied into larger storage units. It was pure distilled water,
free of any chemicals or contaminants.
"Could
these engines power large vehicles?" Billy asked.
"Yes,
Master Billy, any modern vehicle, by Earth standards, could
easily be modified to run on a larger version of this engine
design," Archie replied.
"And how
long would they run on one power-ball?" Billy asked.
"Indefinitely,
sir,"
Edith answered.
"What would
keep others from disassembling them and copying the design?"
Billy asked.
"International
patient
rights and lack of knowledge of this kind of power source. If
anyone tried to investigate, they couldn't scan or ex-ray it
because of a unique absorbing material lining the interior. Even
if they managed to force one open, the smallest power-ball would
level a city block in an explosion. Otherwise, they are
perfectly safe for years and have limitless applications from
heating and cooling, to providing unlimited individual power to
homes and business," Archie explained.
"What about
the engines exploding in an accident?" Billy asked.
"It would
have to be powerful enough to crush the internal molecular
structure of the inner casing requiring megatons of force from
equal directions to cause even a dent in the exterior shielding.
Each engine could withstand a fifty megaton nuclear detonation,"
Archie replied.
"Can they
be sold as modules to convert automobiles and trucks?" Billy
asked.
"They
could, but why bother when you can design, create, and sell your
own models?" Archie asked.
"That's a
good idea, but I was thinking about mass consumption by those
who can't afford a new vehicle. Would it be simple enough for
any average mechanic to convert a gas combustion engine?" Billy
asked.
"I
understand the concept, Master Billy," Bubba spoke up, "It would
be a simple matter of taking out the spark plugs and plumbing
the pistons to move from the force applied by a primary engine,
depending on the amount of horsepower it could produce. It might
not be as dependable as a dedicated Sterling engine, but it
would work and probably quite successfully," he said, "It
certainly would be easier on the mechanical parts like valves
and lifters to say nothing of creating practically no
pollution," he added.
"Would you
be willing to work with our group on that end of the research,
Bubba?" Billy asked.
"Absolutely,
sir,
once't I get my life in order. It's gonna' take me a while to
get back on my feet, and make my living situation a bit more
comfortable for me and my budding family," Bubba replied.
"That's
understood, but now, you got chore'self a handsome set of wings
to help you," Billy said and smiled.
"They don't
seem as heavy as they were," Bubba said like he was surprised
and pleased.
"Once you
get used to `um and your body adjusts, you won't even know
they's there," Billy assured him.
"I'd like
to convert my old truck. I'm gonna' buy a new one anyway, but
I'll keep my old one. We can use it as a prototype," Bubba said.
"Good!
Archie and Edith and their staff will work with you," Billy
said.
"How could
you dispose of the power-balls if they somehow became unusable?"
Bubba asked.
"We would
simply stop their internal reaction, and they could be processed
to become fuel pellets for new ones," Edith replied.
"Could you
make one a them things to heat our old wood stove in the line
cabin, my beautiful psyches?" Billy asked.
"Certainly,
Master Billy, we'll be happy to help you with it. You might want
to assign a crew to clean it thoroughly first," Edith suggested.
"Good idea,
Dear-heart," Billy agreed, "Can it be made adjustable?" he
asked.
"No
problem, Master, we can make it work with any small rheostat.
The input voltage is almost negligible. You have enough static
electricity in your body to persuade it," Edith said.
They
watched the video and Billy and his family were particularly
interested in the monorails. They were using elevated tracks
which would take up a much smaller footprint than elaborate rail
lines and they even suggested there was a distinct possibility
they could be made to run by a means of gravitational push and
pull of positive and negative `Ley' lines occurring naturally
within the Earth by means of sophisticated computer systems
which would compensate to hold it in a steady position at all
times at a given height off the ground; thereby, eliminating a
need for more expensive rails and obtaining right of way from
the public. However, they pointed out, a project of this
magnitude, if it gained enough public support throughout the
state, would be easy to acquire the basic footprint through
imminent domain.
They
provided computer animated graphics of both designs but everyone
agreed the free floating monorails were the sexiest. The design
crew told Billy it would be a totally new concept and would
require practically inventing the process; at least, on Earth.
The cost would almost equal a rail concept or could surpass it
with the necessary research and development, but they stressed
they would have the backing and engineering techniques needed
from several worlds already using such means of rapid transit.
Billy wanted to think on it. He promised to get back to them
soon, before their project director returned, but he wanted to
be presented with more concepts and solid figures. When they had
more ready for him, to let him know.
They made a
tour of the ship and saw how the new tropical rain forest was
coming along. The village caretakers wanted to know if they
could get more tropical plants from Earth's rain forests which
were being cut down faster than they could regrow. Billy
assigned a portion of his crew to look into the matter and get
back to him. He promised he would have an answer for them by the
end of the week. The village was beginning to prepare for Joe
and Crunch's mating rut and built refreshment stands and eating
places around the area. They were fully stocked and ready to go
for the festivities. Everyone seemed to be in a holiday mood.
Nick said he never saw his people so engrossed and more happy
than they seemed to be since they crash landed on Earth.
After
visiting and paying respects to the great Shedus, who were still
living separately and keeping their formal self-imposed distance
from each other, Billy and his family transported back to the
ranch for a light lunch. Afterward, he took Randy out to pick
out the hands he wanted for his ranch. Randy wanted only cowboys
but Billy told him he must pick at least five or six females out
of the morphed herd. Billy stressed Irin women were a bit
different that human women. They didn't have a long history of
repressive dominance by the males of their species. Perhaps they
couldn't manage the more heavy jobs, especially those requiring
great strength, but they could fill in the gaps of which men of
any species were greatly lacking.
"You mean
like cooking and cleaning, Cowboy Billy?" Randy asked.
"No, you
have to think a little more outside the box for this one,
Pod'na,'" Billy replied, "The men of the Irin race are taught to
cook and clean for themselves and others when required. Firemen
on Earth live and share the domestic work among themselves and
so will the Irin on your ranch; however, that don't mean you
probably won't worm your way into the hearts of the ladies, and
they will spoil you rotten," Billy added and laughed.
"Will we
have an extra slave for a ramrod, Brother?" Randy asked.
"Not right
away. I got me a feeling we're gonna' be provided with a ramrod
none of us counted on, but in the meantime, let me see what I
can do. I just may put Hank and Buck in charge for a while. They
can transport over to the ranch ever' morning, get jobs
assigned, everyone out to work for the day, and transport back
to our ranch for their breakfast. I still need them here right
now on my staff. I can't spare them full-time," Billy said.
"That would
be nice," Randy said and grinned wickedly.
"I somehow
knew you wouldn't fight me on that one," Billy said and laughed,
"How do you want to go about it, Bossman?" Billy asked.
"I want to
give twenty men and twelve women, of my choosing, a piece of
paper and a pencil. They can write anything they want or draw a
picture, I don't care. When they finish I want them to sign
their name at the bottom and hand them back to us, we'll go
through them, and interview each one," Randy said.
"That might
take some time," Billy said.
"No it
won't. Trust your little brother, Cowboy Billy," Randy said and
grinned.
"You got a
lesson to teach me, ain't chu,' ya' little varmint, and you
won't never let me forget it, will you?" Billy asked and
grinned.
"Naw, I
ain't got me no worries about that. As old as you're get'n to
be, you won't remember noways," Randy shot back and leveled
Billy and his family. Billy was laughing at Randy and the rest
were laughing at the two of them.
"You's
gonna' make a fine Bossman, Buckaroo," Billy complimented him
and laughed again.
Billy had
his staff provide the necessary paper, pencils, and the cowboys
and cowgirls were told to find a place at a table or a solid
surface to write on. They had thirty minutes to put on the paper
anything they wanted. It didn't have to be a reason they wanted
to work at the Rutherford ranch. It didn't have to be long. No
personal histories. Randy told them they wouldn't be on Master
Billy's ranch if they weren't talented and qualified. He wanted
to see who they were as individuals, and show it to him. He
asked only those who were interested in working for him and his
family, under Master Billy's auspice, to raise their hands, and
he would pick those he wanted to invite to participate.
There was a
large majority who raised their hands, but a few didn't. That
was fine with Randy, except for one cowboy he had his eye on.
The one cowboy who didn't raise his hand didn't bother Randy a
bit. He just shoved a paper in the man's hand, gave him a
pencil, and told him "You think you's a cowboy? I don't think
so! I'm a call'n yore' bluff, Hombre! Draw pod'na!" Randy
exclaimed like a threat from an old time gun slinger. Randy
caught the Irin man totally off-guard, and the smaller, ugly,
mean looking cowboy double over with laughter.
"Yes, sir,
Master Randy," he replied respectfully, "Thanks for the
opportunity, sir," he added.
Billy
thought for sure he had his little buddy pegged as to who he
would choose, but he was wrong. He felt in his gut Randy would
pick the biggest, strongest, best looking buckaroos, those who
Billy was sure would meet Randy's criterion for fine looking
cowboys. Randy not only shocked his big brother, but also every
other man in Billy's family. They were having a wonderful time
watching Randy and Billy work together like a well rehearsed
comedy duo. Granted, they were enjoying themselves and having a
good time, but beneath it all was a bedrock of serious intent.
Randy wasn't picking for beauty. He was picking for quality, and
what Billy and the other men forgot was, the boy could see and
read the auras of each man and woman in the crowd. He wanted the
most dependable harmonious group he could get. He didn't give a
shit what they looked like. A couple of the women were rather
plain and about a third of the cowboys were smaller, more
compact men. All in all, it was a fairly well rounded group.
Many took
the whole thirty minutes to finish their paper, but several
returned theirs within a few minutes. Randy and Billy were
sitting at a table together with Billy's posse, and they would
bring their paper and hand them to Randy. He had a pencil and
would ask his brother the time then jotted it down on the paper.
Randy would make several marks: a check, a star, a zero, a
letter, or a number. Billy tried to decipher Randy's marks, but
he couldn't make heads or tails of them. He didn't ask. The kid
seemed to know what he was doing.
Finally the
last one brought his paper, and it was the reluctant, smaller,
ugly, built like a fireplug, mean looking cowboy. Randy took one
look, smiled, and nodded his approval to the man. It was a
picture of two men on horseback herding cattle together. It was
an excellent, well drawn picture, and looked like the work of a
professional Western artist. One of the cowboy's in the picture
was the ugly looking man and there was no doubt in Billy's mind
who the other cowboy was. It was a perfect image of Randy. The
two cowboys were leaning on their saddle horns, looking at each
other like they were deep in conversation, just shared a fine
moment on the range, and admired each other more than words
could tell. Billy leaned back from the table and looked up to
heaven as a grin as wide as Texas crossed his face.
"I ain't
even gonna' ask, Bossman," Billy told Randy and everyone laughed
at him.
Randy
announced the order of the interview would be the order in which
they brought him their papers. He went through them and called
their names so they would be ready when they called for them.
Randy and Billy had one of the picnic tables in the old barn.
Each person would come and sit before Randy and Billy. Randy
said the rest of the family could come and observe, but leave
the interview to him and Billy, unless they knew something
special about one of the candidates. Randy sat down and went
through the papers with Billy and the other men. Everyone got to
see what Randy's chosen herd put on their paper. Some were a few
sentences. Some drew pictures. A couple wrote short poems. One
even drew a funny cartoon of cowboys bathing in a tank.
"Ah, Hell,
I am gonna' ask. You already know who you're gonna' pick, don't
you?" Billy asked.
"Pretty
much," Randy replied.
"Then why
bother to interview them?" Billy asked.
"This is
the pudding," Randy said using the back of his hand to wave over
the papers, "I want a taste of them what made the pudding,"
Randy tried to explain.
"You should
a' know'd better'n to ask, Billy," Tron said and the other men
laughed, "Randy's got this figured out. Just leave the boy be.
Give him the reins and let him run with it," he added.
"Amen, to
that, Brother," Nathan said and slapped his knee laughing.
"Go on,
Buckaroo, show your big bother what you can do," Enoch urged
him, "But I got me one question, Son," he added.
"Yes, sir?"
Randy asked.
"The
well-packed smaller cowboy what drew the fine pitcher... he's at
the head of your list already, ain'nee?" Enoch asked and
grinned.
"Yes, sir,
Mister Redbone, like my grandmother done read me from the Bible,
the last shall be first. That cowboy, above all the rest, most
wanted to become my buckaroo. `At's why he didn't hold up his
hand because he couldn't stand the thought of not being chosen.
He's the best of the lot and will be our temporary straw-boss
until Master Billy's mystery man shows up," Randy said firmly.
"I'm
beginning to think you could handle the job pretty dang well
yourself, Mr. Rutherford," Enoch replied showing Randy his
respect, and the other men agreed with him.
"Thanks for
the nice compliment, Mr. Redbone, but I got me too much to
learn, sir; however, I will learn from Randson Snoddy. He has
the heart and soul of a cowboy; a true man of the West," Randy
said.
"Go for it,
Son," Nathan encouraged Randy, and the other men agreed with
him. Billy sat with his mouth open at his family's response.
"Close yore' mouth, Son, and be proud of your influence on the
boy. He's walk'n in yore' footsteps. You's the one what taught
him to think outside the box," Nathan said.
Billy just
shook his head, grinned, and told Randy he had full faith in
him. Go ahead on. Randy got up from the table and went to the
barn door. He walked out and found Randson Snoddy. He took him
by the hand, "Come with me, Mr. Snoddy," he said. Randy took him
into the barn where no one could see them but his family. He
turned and looked Rand in his deep green eyes. One tear ran down
Randy's right cheek, and instinctively the mean looking cowboy
pulled his bandanna from his hip pocket to gently wipe it away.
When he was finished, he didn't look quite so mean to Randy,
Billy, or his family anymore. Randy grabbed his hand, "I was
wrong about you, Mr. Snoddy. You are a real cowboy. Probably the
only genuine waddie out there -- at least for me -- you done
took a bead on me and shot me through ma' heart, Buckaroo. I
didn't even see it coming. You's just what I's look'n for, sir,"
Randy said and threw his arms around the man's neck and kissed
him on his cheek. Randson Snoddy returned Randy's affection in
kind and there was a smile on every face in the barn as Randy's
family applauded his decision.
"Come, sit
between me and Master Billy, sir. I have a couple of questions
for you," Randy said and the man followed him, sat down next to
Billy, and looked at him questioningly.
"Don't look
to me for help, Cowboy," Billy said and laughed, "This is
Bossman Randy Rutherford's show," he added.
"I
understand, sir," Rand replied and shook his head almost in
disbelief.
"Are you
really as mean as you look, Mr. Snoddy?" Randy asked and
grinned.
"I can be
when I sense those I love and have sworn to protect are in
danger, Master Randy," Rand replied.
"If I make
you my temporary straw-boss do you think you can handle the rest
of the Rutherford cowboy-clan from the Billy Daniels' family in
a strong but compassionate manner?" Randy asked.
"I ain't
never been in a position of leadership before, Master Randy, but
for you, I'd give it my best shot," the cowboy replied.
"Would you
be comfortable in a position of leadership, if only for a short
time?" Randy asked.
"With you
and Master Billy or whomever you choose to be our ramrod, I
might be awkward at first, but I'll grow into it. Happy? Hell
yes, Master Randy, I'd be happy just being one of your cowhands
and getting to see your handsome young face ever' day," Rand
replied.
"Wow! Three
home runs in a row! Who could ask for more?" Randy said to Billy
and the rest of his family laughed. "One final question, Mr.
Snoddy, are you Rand Snoddy's son?" he asked.
"I am. My
dad didn't cotton to the the title `Junior' so he just gimme'
his name and tacked `son' on the end," Mr. Snoddy replied.
"Fair
enough," Randy allowed, "Okay, Mr. Snoddy, you got the job. Now
sit here and listen to me interview the rest of the herd. Don't
comment until after the cowboy or cowgirl leaves the barn, and I
ask your opinion," Randy said.
"I
understand, sir," Rand replied.
The
interviews started and they went by faster than anyone expected.
Randy knew what he was looking for and had them in and out after
they answered a couple of questions for him. He was a man on a
mission. Randy asked three questions similar to the ones he
asked Rand Snoddy, but in context to the position the cowboy or
cowgirl would be filling. Billy watched Randy jot down more
small symbols and on occasion would line through one of his
first symbols and carefully replace it with another. It struck
Billy as a rather sophisticated form of short hand. It must have
significance. Rand leaned over to Randy a couple of times and
pointed to a symbol with his forefinger moving it back and forth
as a sign of reconsideration. Without a word between them, Randy
would nod his understanding and immediately change the symbol.
When the interviews were over, Billy joined his family and left
Randy and Rand together at the table discussing the people. They
weren't arguing so much as trying to make the tough decision of
one over another. They were all qualified, but only a handful
didn't pass Randy's personal muster.
"What's a'
matter, Buckaroo?" Billy asked Randy.
"They's
only six what are rejects, but not because of any major flaw. I
just don't think they would fit into ranch life as easily or be
as comfortable as the others," Randy replied. "I's looking
for a homogeneous group of cow-people who will work together as
family for the greater good of all, and if their heart ain't in
it, they won't be happy," he added.
"Homo
what?" Billy exclaimed, and his family fell out laughing at him,
"Where the hell did you learn a word like that, Cowboy?" he
asked and laughed.
"David
Attenborough's nature series on Netflix," Randy replied.
"Of course,
it makes perfect sense to me," Billy said like he was a fool for
even asking, and his posse laughed harder, "Okay, here's what
we'll do. For the sake of time and peace of mind, I been think'n
the number of cowboys we's sending to your place might be a bit
thin for the amount of work what's gonna' need to be done to
bring the place up to reflecting the Daniels' family projects.
They's gonna' have to be doing manual labor as well as cowboy'n,
and the more hands the better. I not only want them to refurbish
the bunkhouse for their pride and comfort, but also the
foreman's house and the main ranch house exterior. It would
include any repairs and fix-em-ups Mary and Evelyn might choose
to have done on their place. I want all extended work areas
attached to the Daniels' family name brought up to better than
just standard living conditions. When someone visits a Daniels'
co-op family ranch, I want it to speak for the owners first and
the Daniels' family second. I'll agree to send the twenty-five
ranch hands, not including Rand Snoddy, but eight must be
cowgirls," Billy said firmly. That's a total of twenty-six Irin
slaves," Billy added.
"That's
exactly our count, Master Billy!" Randy exclaimed.
"Also, I
want you to understand, after all the repairs are made, there
may not be as much work to justify such a large crew on one
ranch, and we may cut back to our original agreement of fifteen
to twenty cowboys. Maintenance takes fewer hands than major
remodeling," Billy said.
"Understood,
sir,"
Randy replied.
"Can we get
twenty-five to begin with?" Tron asked Billy.
"Sure, your
place is in better shape than most, but you could still benefit
from the extra hands, and it will be a convenient place to store
several extra slaves until they're needed elsewhere," Billy
agreed, "Also the extra bunk space when they vacate might come
in handy for emergency purposes," he added. Moss and Tron
agreed.
The major
things were out of the way for the early afternoon and Billy
sent the Irin cowboys and cowgirls off to the Rutherford ranch.
Randy told Rand he wanted him to stay close to him, and Clyde
would transport them back to the ranch after a while. Buck and
Hank went with the cowboys to make a list of lumber and supplies
they would need to begin their tasks. Until they got underway
and could get what they needed, they would have to rough it like
some of them did during the first week at the Daniels' ranch.
"We need to
get together this week for a shopping trip to San Antonio to buy
you and your sister some musical instruments. We gotta' get Vox
working to teach you music. He needs more to do than play at
church and grovel at the boots of his prize bull; although, I
gotta' admit, worshiping at Elmer Breedlove's big feet is a step
above the lies and myths of Christianity. If Vox and Rox are any
indication, we're definitely making progress," Billy said with
considerable sarcasm and got several nervous chuckles out of his
posse.
"I'm gonna'
be awful busy for the next couple of days. I don't know if I can
work you into my schedule, Brother," Randy said with a straight
face. Rand Snoddy turned his head to cough into his hand to keep
from laughing.
"Should I
make an appointment with your number one, Master Randy?" Billy
asked and laughed.
"That will
be fine, Brother. Mr. Snoddy, please tell Master Billy when he
calls I have tomorrow afternoon open," Randy said with a
straight face. Rand couldn't stop laughing long enough; neither
could Billy's family.
"Ask your
master if you's to be his designated slave to accept punishment
for his insolence to his big Brother?" Billy asked Rand.
"I don't
need to ask him, Master Billy. I'll gladly accept any punishment
you feel he deserves," Rand replied sincerely.
Billy's
family were holding each other laughing at their exchange. "You
better stop while you's ahead, Son," Nathan warned.
"I hear
that, Uncle, and I agree. Okay, I'll be over to check on how
things is going tomorrow morning. I'll bring Grandma Kate and
Ms. Zelma along, and we'll take you and your sister to lunch in
San Antonio. After a nice meal, we'll hit the music stores. Will
that fit into your busy schedule, Master Randy?" Billy asked.
"Very
nicely, Brother, and thanks for your patience with my cowboy
bullshit," Randy replied.
"Wouldn't
have you no other way, little Brother," Billy said, grabbed
Randy up for a quick hug and a stolen kiss.
* * * * * *
*
Since there
wasn't much else going on for the moment at the Daniels' ranch,
Randy was anxious to get home to check on his chosen hands and
give Hank and Buck a hand if they needed anything. Clyde
transported Randy, Rand Snoddy, and Ludo back to the Rutherford
ranch. Clyde stayed around for a while to make sure everyone
would have a place to sleep and there were enough provisions for
preparing an evening meal and breakfast the next morning. Since
they didn't count on the extra people, several would have to
bunk it in the barn with Ludo and Randy. They had more
volunteers than they needed, and Randy was thrilled by their
willingness to cooperate.
Hank and
Buck were already working up a list of needed supplies and sent
an e-mail to the hardware store in Fredericksburg to have them
delivered the next day. They had bunk-bed units to build and
other things which needed tending to. Hank figured it would take
them about two weeks to get things organized, cleaned up,
repaired, built, and painted. Rand Snoddy just assumed he would
be bunking it in with the rest of the hands but Randy had other
ideas. "No, after a brief stay in the barn with our extra hands
and my protector, you and me will be bunking it in the foreman's
house. It has two large bedrooms downstairs and four smaller
rooms and two baths upstairs. I need some space away from living
with the ladies, and it will be the perfect place for me to have
some time to myself," Randy said.
"Pardon my
question, Master Randy, but what's it gonna' look like for a
young boy to be sharing a house with a mature Irin
cowboy-slave?" Rand asked.
"We ain't
gonna' stay in the same room, Mr. Snoddy. You'll have your own
room upstairs, and I plan to take one of the large rooms
downstairs. Besides, you's my slave, and I'm your new master. I
would be the one who would be in question, not you. You can't be
held responsible for the actions and orders of your master no
matter his age," Randy said and sounded like an attorney
defending his case, "As such, I can assure you I would never put
you in jeopardy to create any doubt in anyone's mind as to your
virtue or the honor of your word as a cowboy," he added.
"I
appreciate your words, sir. Just the same, for my piece of mind,
Master Randy, would you ask your ma while I'm present, so's I'll
know it's alright with her, sir?" Rand asked.
"Good idea,
Mr. Snoddy. I promise, I will do just that. I think she trusts
Master Billy and his cowboys. I certainly trust you, or you
wouldn't be by my side right now," Randy replied.
"I'd
appreciate it, sir," Rand said.
Randy took
Rand to the ranch house to introduce him as their new temporary
straw-boss and Randy planned to have him stay in one of the
upstairs bedrooms in the foreman's house. Since Master Billy
planned to take him and his sister Kayla to San Antonio the next
afternoon to buy them some musical instruments, Randy wanted to
move to the downstairs bedroom. There he could spread out and
practice his piano and wouldn't be a bother to anyone. Since
Kayla would be practicing in the front house, it might make too
much noise for his mother, Mary, and his grandmother. Randy
carefully left out they could use earphones for the electronic
pianos.
"I don't
mind, Randy, but I reserve the right to come out there anytime
to see how you're living. I won't have you living in clutter and
filth, but I'm not cleaning two houses. If you choose to live
out there, you must accept the responsibility to do those things
for yourself, and the first time I go out there and find you're
not doing as you promised, you will be moved back to the ranch
house immediately; no argument. Are we in agreement?" Mary asked
firmly.
"Yes,
ma'am, Ma. I think it will be a good experience for me to learn
some independence. If I don't live up to your standards, I will
do as you say," Randy assured his mother. "You ain't bothered
none about me living in the same house as our straw-boss?" Randy
asked and looked directly at Rand.
"Goodness
no. If I can get over you sleeping in the barn with that big pet
monster of yours, Mister Snoddy will be a welcome change. And
that's another thing, I better never come out there and find
that monster in bed with you. If you want to sleep with him, you
do it in the barn. The barn is for animals, especially one as
big as Ludo, and houses are for humans including slaves. I don't
even have a problem with you sleeping with Ludo in the barn as
long as you let me or Mr. Snoddy know where you are --
understand?" Mary asked again.
"Can Ludo
visit in the house until time for bed?" Randy asked.
"Of course,
I'm not trying to keep you from your protector, Son. Watchers
roam the halls of the Daniels' ranch with no problems, and in
Ludo's defense, if it weren't for his never ending supply of
Watcher milk, the three of you kids wouldn't be as healthy as
you are today. Now if I can just keep Clara from toddling off to
go search for her big Teddy Bear with Ice Cream flavored teats,
I'll be a happy camper. We have to watch her like a hawk, but
somehow she always manages to escape the three of us.
Fortunately, we never have to look far, and she's in the
protective arms of our gentle giant," Mary said and smiled.
"I
understand, Ma, and thanks for giving me a chance to prove
myself," Randy said.
"Well, I am
proud of you Randy, and I have faith in you to do the right
thing. After all we've been through together, you, me, and our
family, please don't let me down, Son. It would break my heart,"
Mary pleaded.
"I promise,
I won't let you down, Ma," Randy hugged and kissed her.
Kayla was a
bit jealous because her younger brother would have a place of
his own, but when Randy told her she could have his larger room,
she changed her mind, and wished him well. On the way back to
the foreman's house, Randy took Rand's bigger hand in his, and
they walked along together like it was the most natural thing
for two cowboys to do. "Are you satisfied with my mom's words,
Mr. Snoddy?" Randy asked.
"Yes, I am,
but I'm wondering why you picked me, Master Randy," Rand said.
"I picked
you for your aura, Mr. Snoddy. Your aura is one of a
hyper-dominant male, and out of all them cattle and people what
have morphed, you are one of a few who are unique that way.
Another is your leader, Thor, the great guard bull and his son
Zeus. There are several other bulls what are like you and Mr.
Thor. I could pick you out of a herd of five hundred morphed
cattle," Randy explained.
"I'm not
sure I understand, sir, you can see auras around people?" Rand
asked.
"Yes, and
cows. I never could until Master Billy healed me from a deadly
crippling disease and made me his little brother. Now, I can see
everyone's aura and know what kind of person they are inside,"
Randy said.
"That's how
you picked your cowboy and cowgirls as fast as you did. You
could see what they were from their auras," Rand said in
amazement.
"Yes, sir,
and that's how I knew about you wanting to become my slave, but
you's unsure of yourself. You didn't hold up your hand because
you didn't want to suffer the pangs of rejection. You always had
problems with your looks, but you won't no more. If your master
tells you you's a fine looking specimen of a male Irin, you
damn-well better agree with him," Randy winked at Rand and
giggled, "My momma didn't raise no fool. I weren't about to let
a man with as bright and strongly masculine aura as yours get
away from me. I need a strong, alpha-male in my life, and I
don't care you're a slave, I will grow and learn from you,"
Randy explained.
"Ain't you
a might worried about a man what's a little more than the rest?"
Rand asked.
"Naw, if I
was, and you were as mean spirited as you look, we wouldn't be
walking along holding hands and talking like we's best buds,"
Randy said, "You's a strong man, and sure enough of yourself it
don't bother you none what anybody else might think. We'll
become friends no matter our stations in life, and we will
remain friends the rest of our lives," Randy said.
"I think
I'd like that, Son," Rand said quietly, and it sent chills up
Randy's back. "What made you shiver, Master?" he asked.
"You
calling me `son.' I'd be downright proud to call a man like you
my dad," Randy replied.
"I'm too
ugly to be your dad, Master Randy. Your dad should be as
handsome as you, sir," Rand said quietly.
"Bullshit!
Remember what I told you about your master telling you you's a
fine look'n slave?" Randy asked.
"Yes, sir,
and I better believe him," Rand replied.
"Done, and
done, Buckaroo. You's plenty fine looking enough for me to be
proud I'm walking by your side holding your hand," Randy said
firmly, "Besides, a real man don't have to be pretty. A real man
looks like a man should, strong and masculine, and you's
overqualified in them departments. You reek of alpha-male
pheromones, Mr. Snoddy," he added.
"Thanks,
Son, I promise I'll remember," Rand said.
"See that
you do, Cowboy. The next time I won't remind you. I'll make you
pull down your Wranglers, and I'll apply my belt to your fine
looking buckaroo butt," Randy said equally firmly, looked up at
his slave, and smiled the sweetest smile. Randson Snoddy was
hooked like a widemouthed catfish on a trotline. How could he
not fall in love with a small cowboy with as much love in his
body as Randy Rutherford?
* * * * * *
*
"Well, what
have you heard?" Clarence Womack demanded over the phone to Earl
Hickson.
"Nothing,
Preacher. I ain't heard nothing from Bubba. He was suppose to
come by this morning and get his stuff. He told me he'd take me
to breakfast, but I ain't seen hide nor hair of him. I tried
calling him, but he's got his cell phone shut off. I drove by
his place and his truck's there. I went to the door and rang the
bell, but he ain't home. I didn't try to break in again, `cause
I got me the damnedest feeling I's being watched. I swore I
could hear footsteps on the porch with me. I saw huge footprints
in the dust, but I didn't see nobody. It was spooky, so I
decided to get out of there in a hurry," Earl said.
"Did you
know Billy Daniels and his family went to Easter Sunday services
yesterday and they had fifty slaves with them as part of their
family. Fifty slaves, Earl! I want to know where a brown dirt
cowboy like Billy Daniels, living in a financially depressed
area of Texas, got enough money to buy that many slaves for his
ranch? If he has that kind of money, he should be paying a hell
of a lot more in religious tithes to his local churches. That
means money I'm entitled to, but I ain't get'n!" Womack yelled
into the phone.
"Hell, I
don't know, Preacher. I heard rumors he won the last big lotto,
but there ain't been no confirmation of it; also, them what told
me ain't the most trustworthy of sources. I'll call you when I
hear anything," Earl said.
"I thought
I told you to make up with Bubba and become his sweetheart,"
Womack said.
"I ain't
even had a chance to talk with him let alone try to get on his
good side again. We got to come up with some other plan. The
thought of taking Bubba's cock up my ass scares the hell out of
me," Earl said like he was about to panic.
"Good! We
encourage people to be afraid and be scared of hell. Fear makes
them true believers. Ain't nothing what will get a backslider's
blood pump'n faster and get them to grease the collection plate
quicker than a good old-time hell-fire and damnation sermon. I'm
more afraid of you get'n old Bubba way up inside your tight
cowboy ass, and it feel'n so good you might consider jump'n the
fence to take up the life of a cornhole'n queer who has to sit
on every cowboy's cock in the county to satisfy his craving,"
Womack said crudely.
Earl
cringed. "Then we agree, I won't let Bubba butt fuck me," Earl
said with a sigh of relief.
"I never
said any such thing. I told you to give it up to him; become his
bosom boyfriend and let him know you'll be only too happy to
have him fuck your tight little man cunt anytime he feels the
need for it," Womack said, "I need information, and you'll be
doing it for Jesus in the name of the Lord most holy. Just grit
your teeth and ride that big thing. If you're the cowboy you
claim to be, riding Bubba's cock should be an easy task for you.
You don't have to enjoy it, but make Bubba think he's wonderful,
and he's your new lord and master. Then, when you're relaxing
together, after you played wife to his husband, swapping a
little spit with him, tell him how much you love him, then find
out everything he knows," Womack insisted.
"I don't
know if I can, Preacher," Earl said on the verge of tears.
"Look at it
this way, Earl, either way you're gonna' get punked in the ass
whether it's by Bubba, who's a close friend, or by a convict in
prison named `Bubba.' Bubba Kirkendall will be gentle and
understanding with you until he breaks you to his saddle. A
`Bubba' in prison won't! He'll take it from you, and he won't
care beans about whether he hurts you.
Make up
your mind, Earl, it's up to you," Womack said sternly.
"I'll get
back to you, Preacher," Earl said.
"You better
have some information for me next time or else," Womack said and
cut the link.
* * * * * *
*
After
supper, Bubba was restless to get on with his life, but Billy
talked him into staying the night. He told him another good
night's sleep in his loving watcher's protective arms would give
him the final boost he needed to start learning to use his
wings. Billy urged the big man to take advantage of his
watcher's wonderful milk. It would not only give his body the
strength it needed to complete his transformation in a strong
manner, but it would also make him him sleep like he was resting
in his keeper's pouch like a wee bairn. Once it was
accomplished, and Billy could teach him to shed his wings and
transport from place to place, he was free to go his way, to
flee the Daniels' nest, as it were.
* * * * * *
*
Billy and
Nick left Gog with Hank and Buck for a while after supper to
show him around. Billy thought it might be interesting to have
Gog meet Orville Higginbothem and have him show the giant his
piercings and explain to him his position as a punishment slave.
He told Hank and Buck to take Gog to the slave processing room
and send word for Orville Higginbothem to join them. Billy gave
Hank his key to Orville's chastity cage and told him to show Gog
the large butt plug Orville's required to wear all day every day
to get him used to anal penetration. He must wear it until Bubba
fucks him for his first time. He also reminded Hank and Buck to
warn Gog not to say a word about Bubba staying at the ranch.
They agreed and took Gog out to the newer barn to the slave
processing room.
When they
were gone, Billy and Nick, began to discuss where they would
billet their new slave. He was too damn big to house with the
Irin cowboys. A barn wouldn't be practical as it might for
watchers and those who wished to husband them like Billy and his
twins. Fortunately, the line cabin provided both, but they
couldn't keep Gog with them. Nick suggested they give him a
servant's room in the giant's wing of his castle. The wing had
several huge rooms for accommodating larger alien species which
Captain Nick and his crew transported or entertained from time
to time; however, he never allowed his blue giant, Joe, or
Crunch, the half-Ork-half-giant-humanoid, to dwell there. They
shared a large two bedroom house on the outskirts of the
village, built for them, almost to the edge of the dark forest
which grew just beyond. Everything in the house was giant size.
Nick
originally suggested Gog might stay with Joe and Crunch in their
extra bedroom, but Billy nixed the idea pretty quick; not
because it wasn't a good idea, but he didn't want to tempt fate.
They had no idea how Joe and Crunch would react to Gog or Gog to
them, especially with them coming into rut. Billy wanted Gog in
a more stable, protected area, and his introduction to his new
home world and life as Billy's slave as easy a transition as
possible for the big man. Billy was right to introduce Billy Gog
Groats to his little brother as a gentle giant. While Gog
exhibited more than his fair share of dominant masculine genes
in his physical makeup, he wouldn't knowingly hurt anyone of any
species, large or small. His one bad romance left him forever
deeply scarred and on guard about his superior strength as
compared to ordinary, smaller humanoids.
Billy
remembered the rapport which passed between Gog and Madam
Spartza and also between Gog and the male great Shedu, Beauford.
He wondered out loud to his dad, "Was I imagining a familiar,
almost reverent, perhaps worshipful exchange between Billy Gog
and our Shedus, Pa?" he asked Nick.
"No. I
don't think it was your imagination at all, Son," Nick replied,
"Shedus often kept giants of Gog's race to attend and protect
them as their servants. Gog's race worshiped the great beasts
and considered it an honor to be in their presence; and, an even
greater honor to be chosen to serve them," he added.
"Was it
coincidence Gog was sent to us, Tonto?" Billy asked.
"What do
you think, Kemosabe?" Nick replied and grinned.
"I don't
care. It just may work out better than I thought. Here I am
trying to be Mister Nice Guy attempting to provide a more secure
and happy home to a gentle giant whom, I'm convinced, got a bad
start in life, and our guardians are filling slots in our lives
and his like masters at Chinese Checkers," Billy replied and
sighed.
"What made
you decided to bring Gog to Earth?" Nick asked.
"I got to
thinking, if there was an afterlife, I woke up on the other side
after Billy Gog Groats fucked me to death because he loved me so
much he couldn't stop until he spilled his giant load inside me,
and he was so young, inexperienced, and naive to realize the
full strength of his sexual passion could kill me, would I be
angry with him and wish him harm?" Billy asked in reply.
Nick almost
fell on the floor laughing, rolling around on the big leather
sofa in front of the fireplace in the line cabin. "Knowing you,
you would negotiate with the Gods to send you back so Gog could
do it again," Nick declared and laughed harder, "Gotdamn it,
boy, you can come up with some of the most off-the-wall shit!
You certainly got a good scald on that one. Why am I not
surprised? As convoluted as it came out, it makes one hell of a
lot of sense to me as a perfect reason for excusing the past and
finding good in the giant Gog is today," Nick replied, "And yes,
there ain't no doubt in my mind we're being sent those who won't
only fill the job, but be the most qualified person in the
universe for the position. Billy Gog Groats would be a perfect
companion and attendant for them two big holy cows," Nick said
and they fell together laughing about his `holy cows' remark.
"You're so
bad, Pa!" Billy exclaimed and laughed.
"If I'm so
bad, why are you laughing, Cowboy?" Nick asked.
"I can't
help myself. I think it goes along with my happiness about
finding a niche for a man what could use a little kindness and a
greater purpose in life," Billy said, "But calling Beauford and
Madam Spartza `holy cows' is just downright disrespectful, Dad,"
he added and laughed again.
"There you
go laughing again. It couldn't be that disrespectful. As a
matter of fact, one of their kind, the great Shedu bull Baal did
many good things for the early dessert tribes on Earth to help
better their living conditions and improve their lot in life. It
used to drive that mean-spirited old alien bastard, Jehovah,
nuts when they made golden statues to worship the bull. He
didn't really give a shit about the worship part, but he sure
didn't want them holding back the gold to make idols which they
were suppose to be mining for him. Anytime you hear stories from
the Bible, ask yourself who benefited politically or financially
from the outcome? Remember that second rate movie we watched
where one guy told the other to follow the money? Apply that
rule to religion and see how it works out," Nick said.
"Then I
take it the giant's servant quarters on your ship is
giant-size?" Billy asked.
"Our ship,
Son! I'm just the Captain," Nick corrected Billy, "And, yes,
they's huge! Fee-fi-fo-fum size!" Nick replied, "The bed will
sleep three giants comfortably. Big sum'bitch!" he exclaimed and
got Billy laughing again.
"Your
cowboy speak gets better ever' damn day, Pa. I even hear you in
the way Randy speaks from time to time. He pays attention to you
men, and he parrots ever'thing perfectly until it becomes a part
of him," Billy said.
"Mark my
words, 'at boy's gonna' be the jewel in yore' crown, Son," Nick
declared firmly.
"I think
you're right, Pa. He sure impressed the shit out a' me today,"
Billy admitted.
"He did
ever'body. I ain't never seen that group of men have so much fun
as they did watching you mother-hen that boy when Randy didn't
need your help at all," Nick said.
"Add me to
the list, Pa. I had me as good a time as they did," Billy said.
"But, you
were right to give him a chance to have a major say in what goes
on over to his ranch. It builds his confidence and feelings of
self-worth to have the man he most loves on this planet have
faith in him. I got to admit I had my doubts, but no more.
That's why I come to love you, boy. Your sense of fun and living
life to the fullest is a constant treasure to behold. After we
get Gog settled in for the e'nin, I think we need to return to
our den, and unleash yore' old demon dad on yore' pretty cowboy
ass to make you pay for your sins of the day," Nick growled.
"Sins of
the day? Is that like a blue-plate special? A bad-ass soup du
jour?" Billy asked and laughed.
"No, it's
for making a fallen angel feel guilty for having too damn much
fun in one day. I followed you around today like a love-drunk
puppy dog, laughing my ass off at your shenanigans. I cain't
decide if them ancients assigned me this job as punishment or a
reward like an extended holiday cruise," Nick replied.
"I'd like
to think it was the cruise, but I know I can be a bit
over-the-top sometimes and that might qualify as punishment.
Howsomever, if'n it's what my old man feels his bad boy needs
this e'nin, then let's us do what we need to get the job done
and get our asses back to the cabin ASAP so's your boy can
worship at your feet and beg forgiveness for everyone of them
silly comments I made to make you laugh. And I promise, I'll try
harder to sin as much as possible to get more of yore' brand of
punishment for the next time," Billy declared.
"`At's ma'
boy!" Nick exclaimed and stole a kiss.
* * * * * *
*
After
checking on Bubba, who was sleeping peacefully in his big
watcher's arms, they said their goodbyes to their family at the
ranch and walked out to the barn to the slave processing center.
There they found Gog, Hank, and Buck watching Orville's four
keepers beginning his evening clean out to prepare him for
bedding down for the night. They talked quietly among themselves
for a few minutes, but Gog didn't say much. He was too engrossed
watching the four Irin cowboys tend to their punishment slave.
Billy motioned for Hank and Buck to follow him and Nick into the
other room and left Gog to continue watching in fascination.
"We plan to
put Gog up in one of the service apartments for giants in the
castle on Captain Nick's ship, but we don't want to leave him
unattended. I want him to have company for his first few days so
he won't feel so alone. You men got any suggestions?" Billy
asked.
"We could
stay with him," Hank volunteered.
"No, I
don't want you men to stay with him; not, because I don't trust
you to do a good job, I just don't want him becoming attached or
dependent on you. You got too many other irons in the fire to
attend to him. I want him to develop a sense of freedom like we
afford the rest of our non-punishment slaves, but I don't want
him to get the feeling he's another Orville. I trust you men set
him straight about the difference between your and his positions
as volunteer family slaves and Orville's situation as a
punishment slave?" Billy asked.
"Yes, sir,
Master Billy. We didn't have to say much but basically
reinforced what Orville told him. You should be proud of old
Orville, Master, he didn't pull no punches and laid it on the
line for Gog why he found himself in his position, because he
tried to kill a member of your family. Orville carefully
explained he was being punished by slowly being broken to become
a sex slave for other men, but he stressed the same would not be
required of Gog. Orville told Gog since he was a volunteer
slave, he would become a part of Master Billy Daniels' family.
We thought the giant was gonna' drop his load when I removed
Orville's cod piece, and he got a good look at his cock cage,
his huge permanent ring through his cock, and Hank pulled out
his butt plug to show Gog. After Orville's keepers took him into
the other room to clean him, Gog asked us if we thought you
would let him wear a harness like Orville's? We told him we
didn't know, but it wouldn't do no harm to ask," Buck said.
"I got an
idea, Boss," Hank said. Billy could see the gears turning in his
favorite cowboy's mind as his partner explained Gog's reaction
to Orville, "Remember our apprentice grooms in the castle, Mace
and Picard?" Hank asked.
"Yeah, I
remember. Hot little fuckers," Billy replied.
"Captain
Nick was good enough to give me and Buck a room for ourselves in
the same tower where we set up our grooming equipment a couple
of weeks ago so's we didn't have to transport back to the ranch
late at night and disturb anybody. When we wanted to play
around, most of the time we's dog tired after a day working for
our demon director, and didn't feel much like going through the
effort of grooming ourselves. We got the idea, it would be good
experience for our apprentices to practice on us. You know us
cowboys don't like to brag a lot -- well, maybe a little -- but
under our supervision, they's come to be pert-damn good grooms.
Professional quality. Better yet, we didn't know their momma was
a shape-shifter like the twins and passed her genes on to her
sons. They can shift to any size they please, but they can't
change their appearance. They changed to our size to have some
damn hot sex with me and Buck one e'nin," Hank said.
"They's
brothers?" Billy asked.
"Yes, sir,
only a year apart. Mace is a year older than Picard. You
wouldn't know it, 'cause Picard is the dominant one of the two,"
Hank replied.
"That ain't
fair, Brother. I think Picard is all bluff and show. Mace is the
strong silent type and lets his little brother get away with
think'n he's king of the hill. He loves his little brother
enough he don't want to bust his bubble," Buck said.
"My mate
may be right, Master Billy. I gotta' say, he usually is about
that sort of thing. I don't look deep enough sometimes," Hank
said.
"Can they
shift to giant size?" Billy asked.
"They did
one night with us just play'n around. They were impressive and
sexy as hell," Buck said.
"Okay, how
`bout you two fly down to the ship with us, and we'll get Gog
set up. You men can get Mace and Picard to come stay the night
with him. He should be happy with them two hot little men,"
Billy said and grinned wickedly.
"Who
wouldn't be?" Nick asked and grinned.
"Where are
they staying now?" Billy asked.
"Captain
Nick gave us permission to house them in the other bedroom of
our suite. He said if they's to become permanent service workers
for the castle they should live there," Hank explained, "As I
understand it, they been on the castle payroll for earned
credits for the last month. Is that right, Captain Nick?" he
asked.
"Yeah, I
checked with Beauford, and they got credits allotted
to them by the ship's computer last week. I shouldn't tell our
master this, but Moss and Enoch have availed themselves of their
services several time, and his uncle and Mr. Garrett have a
couple of times. They done spent some quality time together in
one of our guest rooms. By the way, any services they perform
for you men are to be noted in the ships computer so they will
get paid. If you say they's past their apprenticeships and are
journeymen grooms, your word is good enough for me. They should
be pleased to have more work tending Gog. I'll have a word with
Beauford and tell him to raise their salaries since they'll have
more responsibilities," Nick said.
"You might
want to wait and see if they's comfortable with each other,
Tonto," Billy cautioned
"If it
don't work out, I'll have Beauford change it back, but the men
should be paid for their services whatever the outcome. Right,
Kemosabe?" Nick asked.
"You're
right, Tonto, let's gather our agog giant, if we can tear him
away from the processing room, and fly him down to Rio for the
night," Billy said.
"Rio?" Nick
asked.
"Yeah, our
ship reminds me of `Rio' from `Elephant Parts.' It was one of
the first songs I fell in love with and learned to play. It was
written by Mike Nesmith. Mike was one of The Monkeys. He wrote,
produced, and directed one of the first music videos. It's only
a whimsical notion, to fly down to Rio tonight. I probably won't
fly down to Rio, but then again I just might," Billy sang and
did a passable Samba for the men. The cowboys shared a laugh.
Nick, Hank, and Buck agreed. They were quite sure their master
slipped a gog -- er, cog. Billy sent Hank and Buck in to get the
giant, and he reluctantly allowed himself to be led from the
room.
"Come, my
good slave, we'll take you to the castle on Captain Nick's ship
for the night. It's one of the few places we can billet you
which has enough room. We're going to ask two of our favorite
young male dwarves -- brothers, Mace and Picard -- to stay with
you tonight to keep you company and perhaps provide you with a
bit of comfort. Being alone on a new a world might be
disconcerting or uncomfortable for you. With their help, you can
relax, get some rest, and we'll gather you in the morning,"
Billy said.
"You treat
me like a prince, Master Billy. I ain't nobody special. No one
told me I would become a part of your family, sir. Even your
punishment slave, Orville, told me he's part of your family,"
Gog said.
"He's
right, Gog, Orville is very much a part of my family, but he's
on a different level than volunteer slaves like you. Maybe one
day he won't be, but he'll have to work for it. Hank and Buck
are my slaves, but they's very much a part of my family, too.
They's like older brothers to me," Billy explained.
"They ain't
got no rings," Gog said.
"Well, I
done told you, I don't require my slaves to be ringed. If they
come to me and ask, if I'm convinced it's what they really want,
I'll see they get them. Them two ornery cayuses would have to go
some to convince me to ring them. I like them too much just the
way they is. If they's anymore sexy, I wouldn't get nothing
done," Billy said and winked at them.
"You know
that blue giant and his mate you introduced me to this morning
on Captain Nick's ship?" Gog asked.
"Yeah,"
Billy replied.
"What's
this I heard about them having a big battle for three days to
determine who will be the dominant male for the next year?" he
asked.
"It's their
custom when they go into rut. They been doing it since they been
on my ship. We built an arena just for that purpose so's they
won't destroy other folk's property," Nick said.
"Something's
wrong.
That can't be right," Gog said.
"Why, what
do you know, Big'un," Billy asked.
"Joe comes
from a race of giants who would never participate in anything so
violent as I hear the villagers talking about. They're an
extremely peaceful race of people. They would never raise a hand
to harm another. That's why there's so few of them left," Gog
insisted, "The predator races found them a bountiful and easy
food supply, much like early Clovis man on your planet found the
Mammoths a walking food mart," Cog added.
"But Joe
changes color when they go into their rut cycle," Nick argued.
"Empathy,
for the Ork he loves," Gog countered, "I noticed, and he knew I
understood," he said.
"But Joe
fights as hard as Crunch to force him to submit or be judged the
stronger of the two," Nick tried to find chinks in Gog's
revelation.
"Would you
want to be Crunch's slave for a year?" Gog asked.
"Lord no,
the only reason he's a crew member on my ship is because of Joe.
Together they make a great team. I know it's been rough on Joe
this past year being Crunch's slave. The major money is on him
winning out of sheer desperation," Nick said.
"Joe is
getting old, Captain Nick. His white hair-cap betrays his age,"
Gog said.
"I thought
it was natural. It's been that way since they joined our crew
about a dozen yarens ago," Nick said, "Humm, what you said makes
more sense than I want to admit, Gog. I've noticed, when they
ain't in rut, Joe has a sweet, gentle side to him. The village
kids love him and climb all over him; Crunch, not so much, but
when he's with Joe the kids seem to accept him better," Nick
said like he was thinking out loud. "Then what you're suggesting
is Joe may not have the strength to win due to his advanced age.
Crunch will have an unfair advantage. Thanks for pointing it out
to me, Gog. I need to think about this," Nick added.
* * * * * *
*
Billy and
Nick transported Gog, Hank, and Buck to the castle on the ship.
While Hank and Buck went off to fetch Mace and Picard, Billy and
Nick showed Gog what would become his apartment. He was so in
awe of the place he broke into tears. Billy held him and tried
his best to comfort the enormous man. Nick was watching grinning
like a Cheshire cat. To see a giant cry just struck Nick as
funny, but Billy gave him a stern look and shook his head which
successfully squelched any grins or snickers his pa might have
made. Nick turned his back on them and sobered up pert-damn
quick.
Buck and
Hank returned with the handsome dwarf brothers, Mace and Picard,
naked as the day they were born. That's the way Buck and Hank
liked them, the Captain agreed, and the brothers were forbidden
to wear clothes on the ship; however, they would be allowed to
wear clothes when they went off the ship to visit the ranch.
They went everywhere on Nick's ship in the raw. It was a sign of
their trade as journeymen groomers and they were looked upon
with high regard by the villagers as men who were skilled at
their job and would never repeat anything said in the sanctity
of the groom rooms. The great giant, Gog, was agog over the
brothers. He couldn't get over how perfectly formed and
strikingly masculine they were. He had an arm around each of
them, and they were swapping hugs and stolen kisses.
"So much
for holding back on the payroll, Kemosabe," Nick whispered
wickedly to his boy.
"Once't
again, ma' pa was right, Tonto," Billy said and stole a kiss.
When Billy
and his family were satisfied their new slave would be
comfortable, they said their goodbyes and transported to the
line cabin. Boomer and the twins were already there and
completed their ablutions. The twins were mophed as Enoch and
Moss and were busy blow drying and combing out their husband's
fur. Buck and Hank got the biggest grins on their face. They
never saw Poly and Cass morphed as their two cowboy heroes for a
night in the loft with Billy's mate, and just assumed it was
Moss and Enoch; however, after Billy and Nick referred to them
as the twins, they understood. Billy saw the look of recognition
on their faces and grinned, "What?" he asked, "You's the ones
what gave them permission to copy them cowboy's DNA," Billy
said.
"We forgot
for a minute until you and Captain Nick called them by their
names. Damn, they look so much like Moss and Enoch," Hank said
and laughed.
Billy put
on a pot of coffee and emptied some leftover frozen coffee into
the pot which still contained some herbs; just enough to relax
the men. Poly, Cass, and Boomer didn't want coffee. They were
almost ready to depart for the loft and wanted to get an early
start to sleep after taking care of Boomer. A romp in the hay
always relaxed them, and after they morphed back to their
smaller bodies, they fell asleep most nights in their giant
husband's arms still hooked up to one of Boomer's teats.
* * * * * *
*
The four
cowboys sat before the small fire enjoying their first cup of
herb spiked coffee talking about the day and anything what came
to their minds. The herbs were beginning to take effect. Billy
gravitated to his pa's big arms and Nick was holding him. Hank
put his around Buck, pulled him close and began to steal a few
kisses. Billy and Nick watched Buck melt in his mate's arms like
warm putty on a window sill.
"All right!
What's going on with you two?" Billy demanded of Hank and Buck.
"What do
you mean, Master?" Hank asked in reply and grinned.
"You know
damn well what I'm talk'n about. I know you didn't ask Thor for
help this morning, and you didn't come to me. We're the only two
what could change Buck back," Billy said.
"We didn't
say nothing `cause I didn't want you to think I bullied my mate.
We talked this morning and Buck decided he wanted to try living
with his little cunt for a while. I promise I didn't bully him,
but far be it from me to try'n talk him out of it. I know
better. When my mate git's his big heart set on some'um there
ain't no change'n his mind. We both enjoyed it so much we wanna'
try it again just to see if it's as good the second time as it
was the first. It fits my old warrior so nice, it's like it was
made especially for me and nobody else," Hank said sheepishly,
"And I'm embarrassed to say, my mate made me feel like a new man
when he learned to work with me," Hank said and the old cowboys
actually blushed like two school boys.
Billy and
Nick laughed at them, "I figured as much, but I would never
think you bullied Buck. I'd be more suspect of Buck bullying
you, Cowboy," Billy said and they shared a laugh. "You know
what? I had me a pitcher in my mind all damn day of hold'n old
Buck in my arms making sweet love to him, swap'n spit, talk'n
soft and low, saying real dirty things to him, watch'n you
slowly fuck his tight little cunt of his'n wiff' yore' big ol'
stallion as my pa hit's ol' Buck in his shitter from behind,"
Billy said, using a pound of crude cowboy bullshit for an ounce
of shock value, threw back his head, and laughed.
"Stop! Or
I'm gonna' come in ma' Wranglers!" cried Hank, and laughed,
"How's that sound to ma' little darlin'?" he asked Buck tenderly
as he bussed a kiss behind his mate's ear.
"Like a
little piece of cowboy heaven, Brother," Buck replied, met
Hank's mouth, and they shared a deep, gentle kiss.
"What about
you, Master?" Hank asked.
"I get
sloppy seconds from my pa. He always shoots too damn quick to
satisfy me his first fuck anyway, but his second fuck? Woah
dogies! Shit come Sunday! My old man becomes a monster what can
scratch my deepest itch, make my wisdom teeth rattle in their
sockets, and leave me completely drained for twenty-four hours.
While Pa's root'n around way up inside me taking care of his
boy's hungry, hungry butthole, fulfilling his compelling needs,
Buck will sit on my face, and I'll lick and suck yore' sweet
cowboy jizz from his fine, freshly fucked little cunt," Billy
replied.
"You's one
sick puppy, boy," Nick bellowed and the cowboys shared a laugh.
"Naw, just
a man what's s'damn happy and relaxed with his family he can say
outrageous things like `at and know they won't take it the wrong
way," Billy said and sighed deeply.
"It's part
of your cowboy charm, Son," Nick said wickedly and stole another
kiss.
"You left
me out, Son. Cain't I git ma'self a taste of my master's sweet
cock and cream?" Hank asked.
"I would be
honored, Cowboy," Billy replied, "Sounds like a new flavor for
Blue Bell Ice Cream -- Sweet Cock'n Cream," he allowed.
It didn't
take them long before they were naked and making love to each
other. Billy went to the shower to clean himself, returned, and
it was Buck's turn. As they drank the last of the herb spiked
coffee, Billy asked Nick to change into his demon-dad form.
"I didn't
know whether I should with guests," Nick replied.
"Hell, we
lived for two weeks with Jethro in his demon form and never got
used to it. Damnation, he was hot. He'd get me and ol' Buck all
stoved up, and we'd have to disappear for a while to our
apartment to take care of one another. Go ahead on, Brother, and
morph. I just know my mate would love to feel some red hot demon
cock up his butt," Hank said.
"Testify,
Brother!" Buck exclaimed.
"Hosanna!"
Billy shouted.
"Hosanna,
in the highest!" the cowboys replied as Nick slowly morph into
his demon-dad form.
The cowboys
and one demon got down to it, but Billy found his dream of
holding Buck in his arms while he whispered dirty things to him
wasn't practical when he was sandwiched between his mate and
Billy's demon-dad. Billy had visions of Miranda's smallest pup
Gracie scurrying about from one tit to another only to be pushed
aside by a larger sibling. Billy didn't have the same problem,
but there was a pang in his gut Buck was getting all the good
stuff, but he wasn't jealous; he knew his turn would come. He
made a bee line for Hank's handsome muscular cowboy butt, spread
his cheeks with his thumbs, and dived in to get himself a big
taste of mature cowboy butt-hole. Billy loved
the masculine aromas of Hank and Buck. Hank smelled and tasted
of fresh hay, old leather, horse sweat, boots, saddles, and Old
Spice; all, good healthy masculine smells which made Billy's
cock as hard as a rock. Billy worked his tongue far enough up
into Hank's ass the cowboy would have to slide up on it when he
withdrew from Buck's man-cunt to take another steady stroke into
its depths. Hank began to moan and carry on from the sheer
ecstasy of having both ends stimulated at the same time. He
couldn't imagine his master being so down-to-Earth with him and
his mate, but he admitted to Buck one night he wouldn't mind
sharing a bed with their master and his surrogate dad one
evening. Now he was living the experience, he thought it might
compare to having his own whole pie to eat by himself.
Hank was
savoring every stroke like he would every bite of his personal
pie. Just when Billy felt Hank was close to getting his nut, he
quickly moved to his demon's rear and pleasured Nick's hole in
the same manner as he did for Hank. Billy made a mental note to
perform this bit of erotica for his demon-dad more often. After
seeing how hot Jethro turned out after ingesting enough Kagoli
DNA, he decided he wanted to be able to do the same for his dad.
Hank, Buck, and Nick reached climax almost at the same moment
and held each other together, still coupled tightly, with Buck
between them. The cowboy was so impaled from the front and rear
he couldn't move, but he was loving every minute of it. Buck
never felt more full, alive, or complete in his life. He
wondered if his own cock was overrated and if his new sex organ
might be worth keeping for a while. He felt pretty sure his mate
wouldn't argue with him. Maybe one penis was enough for their
family. Buck wondered if he might start to miss his cock? He
didn't see how as long as Hank kept him fucked as good as he did
during the last twenty-four hours and didn't let the hinges on
his back gate get rusty.
Slowly,
like an alien organism unfolding from a trisexual consummation,
Hank and Nick withdrew from Buck. The well-fuck cowboy grinned
and stretched like a gymnast who just completed a fantastically
difficult routine, confident of himself and his performance,
nonchalantly awaiting his perfect scores to be posted on the
light board high above the gym floor. His fellow sexual athletes
each came to him for a hug and a kiss to congratulate him on his
splendid performance. It was Buck's moment, and he was proud of
himself. His mate was proud of him. The cowboy earned his spurs.
And it was
time for the next athlete to take to the bed with his
well-greased ass and his legs thrown high into the air in
anticipation of his mount. Nick wasted no time sinking his huge
demon-dad cock into Billy's fertile red Earth, and the young
cowboy felt the corkscrew action of the black speed-bumps on his
dad's demon cock as they Maytaged their way into his depths.
Billy remembered a Catholic church in San Francisco from the
summer when he visited his gay cousin. The building could easily
be seen from his cousin's apartment and he called it to Billy's
attention - it looked just like a dasher in a Maytag washer.
Thus, his cousin referred to it as Our Lady of the Maytag.
Nothing was sacred to his cousin. Billy was struggling to carry
on his cousin's tradition.
Buck
climbed onto the bed and positioned his small cunt in front of
Billy's chin. Billy placed his hands firmly on Buck's tight
buttocks and pulled him to his mouth. The young cowboy never saw
a vagina before Zeus and Buck's, but that didn't stop him from
his moment of sexual exploration. He began to lick and suck on
Buck's pussy and gravity did the rest. Slowly, but surely, Hanks
strong beefy cowboy jizz began to slide forward and onto his
tongue. Billy went crazy like a wild man at a pie eating
contest. He was really getting into it and Buck was beginning to
feel new sensations he never felt before. Billy was really
fucking Buck's cunt with his tongue when he felt the warm mouth
of his favorite cowboy slave totally engulf his considerable
cock. Nick did his trick adjusting Hank and Buck's throats until
they could both take his demon cock to the base comfortably.
Billy doubled his effort on Buck's cunt until he felt the big
cowboy fuck him back and suddenly Buck's pussy hissed and spit
in his face. Buck climaxed a second time.
It was one
of the most memorable sexual moments Billy could remember. When
he couldn't suck anymore cowboy cream from Buck's pussy, Billy
moved to Buck's back door and began to suck his demon-dad's jizz
from his ass. Everything was in place. Everything was perfect
for creating another star -- perhaps several -- in another
galaxy somewhere far, far away. If only he had a bell to ring.
Oh, well, he'd leave the bell ringing to the millions of viewers
in the galaxies who were tuned in and enjoying Billy and his
family sharing a moment of togetherness at home. It all became
too perfect and with the last few drops of Nick's rich, tasty
cream sucked from Buck's ass, another star was born. Billy shot
down Hank's throat harder than he ever had in his young life.
Hank swallowed and swallowed determined to take every drop of
his master's load; and, it was done.
Nick slowed
his fucking. He stopped and docked his huge cock as far up
Billy's ass as he could stretch it open. Buck moved away and
into his husband's arms. They thought it was over, but Billy
knew better. His dad still needed to be emptied, and Billy was
not one to walk away from a job or leave anything half-ass
completed. He would give his dad his all -- his full ass. He
opened his arms to his demon-dad and Nick came to him. Billy
locked his legs tightly around Nick's ass and pulled him in
tight. "Don't stop until you make these cowboys true believers -
make them smell the fire and brimstone from our coupling, Pa.
Take your boy like the demon I know you can be, and I'll show
these two tenderfoots how a cowboy rides his demon-dad," Billy
growled as the ultimate challenge to Nick.
"Cowboy
up!" Hank exclaimed and laughed.
"Hosanna!"
Buck said reverently.
"Blood and
thunder!" growled Nick
"Victory at
sea!" Billy replied.
And they
were on. Nick fucked his boy until Buck and Hank began to worry
about their master and his ability to withstand such a
relentless assault on his ass, but Billy had a sweet smile on
his face like a cowboy lost in his own world of ecstasy. They
couldn't believe when Billy's cock became erect again. With
three huge lunges into his ass, the young cowboy shot his second
load, and his demon-dad emptied himself into his son; and, it
was finished. Somewhere, a bell rang-out into the silence of the
night.
* * *
* * * *
The men
felt the herbs rapidly drawing their evening of sexual excess to
a close.
"Should
Buck and me transport to our apartment in the castle, Master
Billy?" Hank asked.
"Nonsense,
this bed can hold the four of us. It might be a bit cozy, but
how often to we get to enjoy each other like this? I want it to
last until the light of day. If you decide to tear off another
piece of your mate's fine pussy, do it. I usually give my pa an
early morning blowjob to get his heart started," Billy said.
"What do
you mean `usually,' Kemosabe? You ain't missed a morning since
we been together," Nick said and grinned as he morphed back to
his Nick persona.
"I didn't
want my slaves to think I's a slut or an insatiable cock hound,
Pa," Billy said like a shy young ingénue.
"It's a
mite late for that, Master," Hank said and everyone laughed, "I
think we done crossed some new barriers this e'nin what ain't
even got names yet," Hank added and laughed.
"I'm
inclined to agree with you, Hank, but I enjoyed it. I promise
we'll do it again soon, but lets do a night in the dungeon again
like last time. That place holds great promise and mystery for
me. I'd like to share it with you men," Billy said.
They
cleaned themselves and went to bed. Billy thought as he drifted
off to sleep, he never had such a great feeling of belonging and
family as he did that evening. It was another milestone in his
life of which there would be many. If they were all like the
evening they just shared, Billy was ready.
End of
Chapter 42 ~ Him Who Made The Seven Stars
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