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Greywolf
Him Who Made The Seven Stars
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
58
"At the end of all freedom is a court sentence; that is why
freedom becomes too heavy to bear, especially when you are
down with an illness, alone, or are distressed, with nobody to
love." ~ Albert Camus.
"Odie?" Erin asked.
"Yes, Baby Blue, it's me," Big Blue said and opened his arms for
his bonded mate.
Erin was surrounded by Blue's massive arms in an instant and was
crying his heart out. "I thought you were dead. I heard so many
rumors," Erin managed to get out through his tears.
"They told me you were wounded in a knife fight. You were in the
infirmary dying, but they wouldn't let me come to you. They told
me you died. I went crazy with grief. Then one night a young
cowboy come to me in a dream. He told me you weren't dead and for
me to have faith, I would see you again soon," Blue said, "The
rest is so remarkable, you'll think I made it up, or I'm lying to
you," he added.
Almost everyone in Billy's family knew about the surprise reunion
except Harlen, Jessie, Hoss, and Doug Dewberry. It didn't matter
whether a man knew about the surprise or not, there wasn't a dry
eye in the dungeon. Tears in a dungeon seem apropos, but these
tears were tears of joy and thanksgiving for two men who loved
each other very much. They were reunited despite unimaginable odds
to the contrary thanks to one clever young cowboy who thought
outside the box. The most amazing part of the deliverance of Odin
Bluetooth was the behind the scenes manipulations by Bossman
Randy. Billy set him an impossible task and with the help and
guidance of his bestest two cowboy-angel buddies, the young boy
delivered.
The giants, Gog, Joe, Willie ( Joe's brother, formally Crunch)
with Thor and Zeus remained several paces behind, rather like a
sheepish group of mischievous children whose parents caught them
raiding the cookie jar. They hoped Erin wouldn't be angry with
them or hold it against them for their part in the deception to
keep Master Billy and Bossman Randy's secret a surprise. Erin
caught sight of them shuffling their feet and looking at each
other like the stag line at a high school dance who's members were
trying to get up enough nerve to ask a pretty girl to dance. "And
to think...!" Erin exclaimed, pointing his finger, shaking it, and
paused dramatically, "you men knew about this while you shared
with me this afternoon, what I thought was your honest
affections," he accused. The giants cringed and the other men
laughed at them. They were huge compared to Erin Mascaro's size.
They could snap him like a dry twig.
"Bambino Blu, mio caro, forgive us, but we were sincere. Our
invitation to spend the night in our apartments with us was meant
as a great compliment. Your graciousness, sincerity, goodwill, and
acceptance of us without a soupηon of reverse condescension for
our size won our hearts immediately. We felt at ease with you as
if you were one of our own. We agonized at the thought of parting
company with you earlier. Our hearts were in the right place. We
truly meant no harm. Our souls combined as one to adopt you like a
band of woodland sprites might spirit away an enchanted changeling
child; a fair young prince from an exotic, far away land whose
mother was once a Votress of our order, but for our deception we
did beg on wounded-knees our master might allow us to share in
your delight in the fullness of your surprise.
"During his time with us, we have come to love your husband
equally well and knew you must be someone
very special, because Odin Bluetooth, himself, is a special man.
We knew he would not have a bonded partner whose every facet would not speak well for him. Indeed, he warned us of your
beauty and your endearing charms. We anticipated meeting you so
greatly, we were like five old-maids at a senior's square dance.
He told us you would immediately put us at ease and have us eating
from your hand in a matter of minutes. He was right. I swear on
the name of some unknown god, there's not a one of us standing
here who wouldn't love to share an evening alone with you, and whisper in your ear the secrets of our hearts.
So say I!" Gog stated firmly.
"So say we all!" the others in the giant's party echoed their
leader in unison.
"Hell far, and damnation! I wish't them big 'uns thought that much
of me!" Billy exclaimed.
"I hear you on the party-line, big Brother. Perhaps, we can share
a plate of bitter herbs and chopped liver later!" Bossman Randy
exclaimed and laughed.
"I heard that, little Bro!" Billy said and laughed with him. Every
man in the place was laughing at Billy and Randy's nonsense.
"If it weren't for you men, none of us would be standing here
enjoying this wonderful moment," Big Blue said firmly.
"Hosanna!" shouted the Bossman.
"Hosanna, in the highest!" the rest replied.
Erin slowly walked to Zeus, gave him a big hug and kissed him hard
on the mouth. Zeus returned the handsome young human's affections
in kind. Erin moved to Thor and did the same with each man in the
giant's party. He saved the best for last. He raised his arms for
Gog to pick him up like a small child and threw his arms around
the giant's massive neck. They kissed a kiss every cock in the
huge room responded to by dripping from excitement. When they
finally broke off their passion, Erin said to them, "I will
remember this moment as one of the high points of my life, dear
friends, and you will always have a special place in my heart,"
Erin proclaimed loud enough his words could be heard by everyone.
"Hear, hear!" Nathan said.
"Hear, hear!" Tron Garrett seconded his mate, "The good man speaks
his heart. We find no fault with him," he added.
Billy leaned over to Vox and spoke quietly, "Does this seem to
have a Wagnerian overtone about it to you?" he asked and grinned.
"Quite! Twilight of the Gods comes to mind," Vox replied, and they
shared a laugh.
"Life imitating art? Shouldn't it be the other way around?" Billy
asked.
"You recreate Valhalla and you ask me?" Vox asked indignantly, and
they laughed again.
"Come! Everyone to the baths!" Billy said loudly, "Our grooms and
bath attendants have tea ready for us. Youngsters, you may have
one mug of tea. You have exactly one hour
until your curfew, then you must depart for the big house to get
ready for bed," Billy said looking directly at Randy. The young
cowboy got a frown on his face. "So much for the title "Bossman,"
he grumbled. Rory and Calhoun went "aaaww," in disgust, but their
dad, Tom McMartin, counseled the three prepubescent boys there
were rules for grown-ups and rules for kids. When they became of
age at twelve years, their hours would be increased one hour every
year after that until their eighteenth birthday when they became
adults. "Most every man here had to live by his parent's rules
until they became grown men and so do you. Rules is rules," Tom
said using the cowboy vernacular.
"You just want to get rid of us so's you men can talk about the
dirty bits," Rory said.
"Exactly, Son! Glad you understand,"
said Tom firmly, "There's absolutely no other reason," he added
patronizingly, and the men laughed at him and Rory.
Big Blue offered his arm to his mate, Erin linked his arm in his
husband's, and they walked arm-in-arm to the steaming hot water.
Everyone eased themselves into the water. Erin couldn't help
notice, Zeus didn't have a penis. Instead, it looked like he had a
vagina. He quietly asked Blue about it as they were walking ahead
of the giants who stopped to talk with Billy and Nick; Vox and
Elmer; and Oatie and Jethro in their Kagoli form.
"I'll tell you later," Blue replied, "Because of my rescue by
Bossman Randy, his cowboy-angel protectors, and Master Billy's
men, they learned some things what's making them more cautious
about
talking around the younger men. As much as you hear Master Billy
joke and kid with them boys, he's highly protective of them.
They's just certain things they don't need to know about until
they're older. You'll understand when you hear the story of my
rescue," Blue told him.
"How long you been here, Daddy Blue?" Erin asked.
"I was rescued the week after you were. I been living here on the
ship in the giant's apartments. I have my own small small? Hell,
it's frick'n huge one bedroom apartment with an enormous bed
built for men much larger than you and me. We could have foot
races on the damn thing and our tongues would be hanging out after
we rounded the fourth corner. It's like living in paradise from
the hell-hole where we were, Baby Blue. I been watching you
ever'day. You got three invisible video cameras on you 24/7. I can
turn on my video, switch to your channel, and see what you're
doing. I done jacked-off every evening watching you alone in your
bunk sleeping soundly knowing you were safe and sound. Just to see
your handsome form and know I would soon hold you in my arms again
was enough to cause me to ejaculate. At first, it ripped my heart
out because I couldn't be with you immediately, but I come to
realize Master Billy was right. He wanted us to have an adjustment
period among his people before he allowed us to come together.
"Master Billy and his cowboy-angels wanted to make some repairs
and corrections on my body. He wanted to give me time to recover,
and he gave me three weeks to work on my body for you. He didn't
keep me guessing. He set a date which I agreed to before I walked
through the gate to come here. He was right to do so. I learned to
temper my deep uncontrollable gut yearning for you knowing I would
soon be with you again. With the help of them wonderful giants, I
learned to relax and let the reality of my new life settle in.
They talked and counseled me for hours. They were never too tired
or too busy to listen. They helped me and convinced me Master
Billy's way was the right way. I agreed with them and him, I was
such a lonely, emotionally hungry, raging beast after they rescued
me, I would have overwhelmed you like a starving, half-crazed,
slobbering monster and scared you to death," Blue said sincerely.
"My experience with Master Billy has only been good," Erin agreed,
"I couldn't be happier here, unless I had you by my side, Odie. I
never thought it would happen, but something told me not to give
up hope or my love for you right away. I was never invited to this
strange place. I didn't even know about it or the giants until
today. Master Billy's timing was perfect because I was greatly
tempted to give myself to your giant buddies this evening, but
only because they managed to stir my memories of a big handsome
man who came to love me so deeply he spoiled me for anyone else. I
imagined through their love I might be able to recapture the
memory of our lost love, at least for a while, and it might ease
my pain," Erin said.
The men got into the pool and Billy's grooms, Mace and Picard, and
a couple of other new apprentice grooms, began to serve mugs of
the hot, sweet, herb-spiced tea. Blue and Erin never drank
anything like if before, but it seemed to warm them to the bottom
of their soul and did a little tap-dance across their psyches.
Billy promised it would make their reunion night memorable. He
further explained, after Erin's second cup, he would be taken to
the grooming station by Mace and Picard. There they would prepare
him for his husband for the evening.
"You have dedicated grooms?" Erin asked amazed.
"Certainly. It's far more civilized than having to do it yourself.
Most of the more advanced races have grooms for such things. It is
a highly regarded and respected profession. They're trained
professionals, experts at their jobs, and
will turn what can sometimes be a distasteful experience into one
of comfort and relaxation for you. They will work with you and
when you return you will be clean, lubed, properly plugged, and
ready to receive your husband," Billy said.
"Who taught them their trade?" Blue asked.
"Them two fine looking mature cowboys over there we introduced you
to earlier, Hank Renfrow and his mate Buck Appleby," Billy said.
"Ah, yes, I remember them well. Gentlemen," Blue acknowledged Hank
and Buck and raised his mug to them. They did the same.
The boys favorite cognomen for Hank and Buck's magic herb tea was
stolen from a commercial product. They called it 'Sleepytime' tea
because after one mug, they couldn't hold their eyes open. Randy,
Cal, and Rory were nodding off to sleep as the men talked quietly.
Tom picked up Cal, Balthazar cradled Rory
in his huge arms, Clyde gathered Randy like a sack of potatoes,
and they transported the boys back to the big house to turn them
over to the ladies. The big men threw on bathrobes for their brief
sojourn and returned in a few minutes to rejoin the other men.
"Now we must be sure to speak of the 'dirty' bits, so's I can't never be accused of lying to my sons and
Bossman Randy," Tom announced. Everyone broke up laughing.
Billy raised his fist and shouted, "Dirty bits!"
The other men followed Billy's lead, raised their fists, and
echoed, "Dirty bits!" as well. Then they broke up laughing at
their nonsense. Tom McMartin laughed the hardest.
"Thank you, Master Billy Gentlemen my conscience has been
comfortably absolved," Tom said and the three men rejoined the
family in the bath for another mug of herb tea.
Billy began to talk with the men about the rescue of Erin Mascaro
with the help of Bubba and Jack McCormack. How a number of things
didn't add up about why they would allow a man to die without
doing everything they could to spare his life. There was no answer
they could imagine other than rampant greed among the corporate
mindset. Since Bossman Randy started spending time with the Shedus
and learning their capabilities or 'applications' as he referred
to their many talents, he became a useful talent for several of
Billy's projects.
"The Bossman was so good helping us with Harley-Buck and another
brother in need, I decided to see just what the kid could
accomplish, and set him a task. (Billy didn't mention the other
brother in need, Cletus Abernathy, because the Breedlove family
was there.) Of course, I had my two strong men, Ramrod Randy's two
best buddies, Clyde and Balthazar sit in and listen so they could
assist, counsel, and guide him. Erin and I got off by ourselves to
walk and talk several afternoons after we healed and refurbished
him. We both needed the exercise. Besides, it was a good excuse to
be alone and get to know him better. After several long
conversations, I knew I had to check out his buddy and see if
there was anything we could do for him. From Erin's description of
his Big Blue being a gentle giant who never once hurt him and
always looked out for his well-being, something didn't add up. It
made the second mystery almost a common one between them.
"I assigned the task to Randy and swore him to secrecy. The
Bossman, Clyde, and Balthazar were to report only to me. Well, the
little rapscallion didn't stop with the Shedus, he went directly
to his highest and bestest cowboy buddy in the universe and
contacted the supreme leader, Matthew Quigley, of the main world
inhabited by the Ancient race, the Irins. He wanted to know if
Odin Asgard Bluetooth was guilty of the crime for which he was
incarcerated? It didn't take them an hour to produce a video
documentary of the crime, who was actually guilty, how they
railroaded Odin, and scared him to death with plea bargaining to
accept a lesser sentence than the death penalty if he would not
contest their decision further.
"Odin was working on a big ranch in East Texas as a regular ranch
hand when he came upon the body of a young boy, put him in his bed
roll, and tied it to the back of his pony. He took the boy back to
the main ranch house and his foreman called the sheriff. The boy
went missing from a camp-out sponsored by the local Catholic
diocese. There was a group of twenty boys under the supervision of
two priests who took them on a weekend camp-out. One priest was
medium size, and the other almost as big a man as Odin Bluetooth.
The larger of the two priests identified Odin as the cowboy he saw
riding away with the boy on the back of his horse three days
before, off the church property onto the ranch. They locked Odin
up, and he was charged with sodomizing the young ten year old boy
and then murdering him afterward. They accepted the word of the
priest as a 'man-of-god' without doing a proper forensic exam on
the boy's body to find out if the DNA of the semen in the boy's
anal tract matched Odin's. Since the take over by the
uber-conservatives, justice and the courts have reverted back to
the time of Judge Roy Bean, the hanging judge, every man is guilty
until proven innocent. The attorneys were so dumb they thought
Habeas Corpus was another apostle of Jesus the bible didn't talk
about very much because he was black.
"The priest insisted the family have the boy cremated as soon as
possible, who, in their grief, agreed and any evidence which might
have proved Odin's innocence was destroyed. Odin Bluetooth didn't
murder the boy. The large priest did after he sodomize the kid. He
conned the boy into going with him into the woods. He told him he
would initiate him into a special order only a very few boys were
ever invited to join, but since he was special and showed greater
talent than the rest of the boys, he was chosen for this honor. Of
course, part of the ceremony was to stick his cock up the boy's
ass and plant his seed. He was much too big
for the boy to take. The priest was rough and hurt him bad. The
kid was crying in pain and told the priest he was going to tell on
him. The priest panicked, bashed the kid's head in with a large
rock, and killed him.
"Fortunately, at Ramrod Quigley's urging, Clyde and Balthazar had
the good sense to preview the video. After sharing it with me, we
decided not to show it to Randy and simply explain to him we had
positive proof, Big Blue Odin Bluetooth, was not guilty of the
crime for which he was convicted. We felt certain Randy didn't
have any need to fear the big man. We were not so much worried
about the Bossman finding out the horrors of the young boy's
demise so much as what was revealed within the rest of the video,
including damning documents, proving beyond a shadow of a doubt
the truth of what is going on in the private prison systems of
today. We decided to withhold the information from Blue and Erin
until now. They will be hearing these shocking facts for the first
time along with the rest of you men. I will give you a brief
summary and make arrangements for anyone wishing to view the
complete documentary.
"The reason the Warden was so upset about letting go of our new
slave, Erin Mascaro, had nothing to do
with Erin's condition, his lack of compassion over profit, nor his
anger at Bossman Randy for standing up and demanding he lower his
price due to his hubris and his attempt to play God with a
prisoner's life. The truth was the Warden already contracted with
a secret clandestine food corporation for a price of fifty
thousand dollars for Erin's dead body. Since the corporations have
run amok and are no longer regulated by any government agency,
they have been slowly poisoning our food supplies to facilitate
profits and mass production. They no longer will eat the beef,
chicken, or pork they produce because of the carcinogens they
introduced in the food chain. Eating their own products is like
living on a great roulette wheel. Cancer figures have doubled and
tripled since corporate businesses have been deregulated. Over the
last ten years an underground industry has sprung up and is
growing like a great cancer on our society. It is the buying and
slaughtering of humans for food for the one percent of our
population," Billy said and stopped for a moment to let the
information sink in.
"That's unbelievable!" Elmer Breedlove exclaimed. "I don't doubt
you have the proof, Master Billy, but it's simply inconceivable,"
he lamented.
"You said something earlier about life imitating art?" Vox asked,
"Remember the Morlocks from H. G. Well's 'The Time Machine' who
went underground to escape a great catastrophe caused by their own
devices only to evolve into nocturnal monsters who took care of
the humans who survived on the surface? They provided for them and
tended them like cattle. Several times a year they would sound the
terrible klaxons in the dark and herd the gentle Eloi into their
caves and feast upon them. I have many times thought the political
monster Richard 'Darth' Cheney's sneer and contempt for his fellow
man mimicked George Pal's creation of the Morlock's in the movie
version of Well's work," he added.
"Solitary confinement is neither a punishment device nor a
protection element for prisoners," Billy said firmly, "The single
cells have become the upper one percent's stockyards. The
percentage of deaths in solitary confinement is triple those in
the main population. The prison personnel are never held
accountable for the deaths nor the disposition of the bodies. We
have the proof and the documents; Odin Bluetooth was already sold
for a hundred thousand dollars. They were fattening him up and
urging him to workout more to alleviate his loneliness and sorrow
at losing his mate," Billy finished.
"It was the best food I ever had in prison. They fed me three huge
meals a day, and for lunch a large bowl of some kind of chow and a
couple of rather tasty biscuits. It was addictive, and I always
ate every bit of it," Big Blue said.
"It was slave chow and nutrient biscuits, Blue. We feed it to our
slaves for their lunch to supplement their diets. Our Bigfoot
protectors love it. They'd rather eat it than the stuff we eat.
The company who researched and invented it did a great service for
mankind. Humans and animals can exist on it for many years," Billy
said.
"You were right, Master Billy. They gave me two hours in the
morning and two in the evening for workouts. I noticed they had
many other cages where other inmates were working-out, but each
was separated by walls so we couldn't communicate. How long did I
have if you folks didn't rescue me?" Blue asked quietly.
"Less than two weeks. You would be dead and your body processed by
now. We couldn't let that happen," Billy said, "There's even more
unbelievable horror shown on the video I won't go into now as the
reunion of two good men shouldn't be overshadowed by such awful
considerations," he added, and the other men agreed with him.
"I can't imagine how eating people caught-on and is gaining
popularity among the wealthy," Oatie said shaking his head, "We're
talking about cannibalism," he stressed.
"I don't know why you're so shocked, Son," Vox said, "Their track
record toward the middle class and the poor has always been to
turn a deaf ear and a blind eye to their needs or even their
survival. If you're poor and don't have money for health insurance
you die. It's simple in their minds. They simply re-label their
excesses. They use the term 'long-pork' for human flesh. They
don't look upon prisoners as human. They see livestock. If you
have enough money you can rationalize anything. That's why there's
a set of laws for us ninety percenters and
another set of laws for the wealthy ten percent. Liberty and
justice for all is a fantasy. You don't see them in jail for
robbing our country blind. Anyone who
thinks our country is of the people, by and for the people, is
living in a delusion. For the last forty-five years our country
has slowly and methodically been overtaken by a corporate elite
and we're at their mercy," Vox said strongly.
"I suppose you're right, Mr. Humana, but it sounds like something
out of a horror movie. Will you tell us how your men went about
rescuing Mr. Bluetooth, Master Billy, and what his official status
is at the moment?" Jack McCormack asked, and seconded by Grover
Parsnip.
"You wanna' start, Big'un?" Billy asked
Blue.
"I started having these wonderful dreams where a young cowboy
would come to me naked as the day he was born wearing nothing but
a nice pair of buckaroo boots and a big cowboy hat. He told me to
call him Bossman Randy. He would outfit me the same way with a
pair of boots and a hat. He would take me by the hand, we would
walk together by a seaside he created in our minds, and we would
talk for hours. I didn't believe he was real, but he would pinch
me hard; so hard, he would make me holler, and the next morning when I woke up, a
bruised area would be there on my arm. He won my heart and told me
my mate didn't die, he was living on a ranch in Texas after being
bought and rescued from the prison infirmary by his big brothers,
Bubba Kirkendall and Jack McCormack. Baby Blue spoke of his
buddies Bubba and Earl and his little fuck buddy, 'Buddy' Wise,
many times. I knew the boy weren't lying to me, but he went so far
as to show me mind-videos of Erin working on the ranch and held me
as I cried for joy," Big Blue said and pulled Erin closer to his side.
"The second night he asked if I wanted to come to the same ranch
and live as a cowboy-slave for his big brother where I could be
with Erin again. I told him if they could give me a place to live
and a job, I would go anywhere to escape prison. He told me the
rules, and I agreed to them. They didn't seem much of a problem to
me. Bossman Randy told me he would send two cowboy-angels for me
the following evening, one white and one black, through a gate he
would open into my cell. I had to be ready to go at a moment's
notice. There would be no time to gather my things. I assured him
I would be ready. I stayed awake the next night until almost three
in the morning. I was sure they forgot about me, when suddenly a
great blue gate sprang up and two of the best looking
cowboy-angels I ever saw walked through and stood before me. The
huge black angel put his finger to his lips for me to be quiet. He
whispered softly. "Are you ready, Brother Bluetooth," he asked.
"I nodded my head and held up a pillow case with my personal items
in it, and they took me through the gate. On the other side was
Bossman Randy, his big brother, Master Billy, and several other
cowboy-angels. They were wearing their wings and looked wonderful,
but they weren't done, though. The two angels who come for me went
back through the gate pushing a gurney on which there was a huge
wild boar with big tusks, and he stunk. God
did he stink? He stunk to the high heavens, and he was huge. I
weigh about two hundred and eighty pounds, and he was much bigger
than me. Master Billy said it was a universal law they must put
something in my place. They told me the giant wild pig was heavily
sedated, but he would come around in about an hour and start to
raise all sorts of hell. They put him in my bed and covered him
with my blanket," Big Blue said and started laughing. Most of the
men laughed with him.
"We also left a message for the Warden. We left a video hanging on
a nail we made up from the one Ramrod Matt Quigley gave Bossman
Randy and his cowboy-angel protectors. It showed the Warden making
the deal to sell our brother, Odin Bluetooth, to the corporate
food processors. We'll see how he responds to a threat. He's
gonna' have a conniption fit trying to find out how we removed a
man as large as Big Blue and replaced him with a mega-hog. Poor
pig. He probably didn't have a life expectancy of about thirty
minutes once them men discovered what they were dealing with,"
Billy said and laughed.
"Where did you get a feral boar that large?" Bubba asked.
"One of the ranchers caught him in a bear trap and called me to
ask if I wanted him," Oatie explained, "I knew Billy was looking
for something to exchange for Mr. Bluetooth. We drove out to the
man's ranch, used my tranquilizer gun, and put him out. We brought
him back here to the ranch, fixed him up, and kept him in a
chain-link dog run out behind my clinic until Billy needed him,
then we tranquilized him again for transporting to Huntsville,"
Oatie explained, "Blue was right, he stunk bad," he added, and the
men laughed again.
"You and Grover asked about Odin's official status, Jack. I don't
know he's got an official status other than being under my employ
and protection. He weren't guilty of the crime for which he was
incarcerated. We got irrefutable proof, but we have no way of
undoing the damage, unless a band of angels confront the priest
and scare the holy crap out of him into confessing he killed the
boy. Even if we were successful, we'd have a Hell
of a time explaining how we came by a missing prisoner from
Huntsville. On the other hand, we couldn't allow an innocent man
to die because of corporate crimes. As long as Blue remains on the
ranch and has the ship as a hiding place, he can work for me and
be with Erin. Erin will have to remain my punishment slave for the
term of his sentence, but I'll be the one to decide when he's
completed his time. Eventually, I intend to fully enhance Blue so
he can morph to look like somebody else if he needs too, but not
until he establishes a track record of work and dedication to us.
The need for anonymity might present some minor problems for us,
but his life here on the ranch, while structured, will be far
better than living on a dead-end street in Huntsville," Billy
said. No one missed his intended pun, but no one laughed.
"It's the first slipping of the giant driver wheels of a steam
locomotive to gain traction to pull the train. This brings us to a
new era, don't it? " the great bull asked like he just realized a
loss of innocence.
"I'm afraid so, Master Bull, but I ain't afraid of it, and I don't
expect you men to be, neither. It's just a road bump on the
blacktop. We'll adapt. We can't save everyone, but we can save
many," Billy said.
Mace and Picard left the tea service to their apprentices and took
Erin off to their grooming chambers. Erin was a bit apprehensive,
but Billy made sure he had enough herb-spiced tea to make him
relax and enjoy his time spent with the perfectly formed, naked
halflings.
* * * * * * *
It was Saturday night at the restaurant in Tall Pine, Oregon. Stan
was as busy as a cat covering up shit running here and there;
busing a table; getting a customer something extra; cleaning up a
spill; stacking the ancient dishwasher, adding soap, flipping the
switch, turning his back to it, bending his knee, and like a mule,
kicking it just right with the heel of his boot to get the cycle
started. Worked every time. It seemed like everyone in town made
it in for dinner that evening and Billy whispered to several of
his favorites he and his husband with
Gladys Gimble, and Norm Hoover would be practicing the next
afternoon at Nellie's Cantina down the street. Nellie's Cantina
was a huge barn of a place and could accommodate everyone in town.
They used the space for town hall meetings, and as a courtroom.
There was a long bar down one side and the rest of the place was
open space with picnic tables, a few square tables, with chairs
and a jukebox stocked with oldies but goodies; songs the customers
wanted to hear as opposed to what was popular.
As far as the denizens of Tall Pine were concerned, real music
stopped being written in the mid-eighties. Nellie Peterson owned
and ran the place. She didn't serve food beyond hot dogs, packaged
burritos, pickled eggs, and chips. She wasn't in competition with
the restaurant. Those in the know, who drove up to Tall Pine for
dinner at the restaurant, knew they could use Nellie's as an
overflow place to wait for a table. When one became available,
Stan would call Nellie, and she would page the party telling them
their table was ready. They would quickly swallow their glass of
cheap wine Nellie served, leave a tip, and walk the block down the
street to have dinner. It provided Nellie a steady income, and an
occasional band would ask to play. They got paid what they made in
tips from the customers. If they were good, the folks came out,
and they did well; if not, they barely made enough for gas to and
from Tall Pine.
Stan endeared himself to Nellie on more than a few occasions, so
when he asked if he and his husband could play with a couple of
the towns folks she readily agreed. The next afternoon and evening
was to be a practice get-together for their actual debut the
following Sunday afternoon. Stan alerted Gladys Gimble and Norm
Hoover. Gladys needed help getting her drum set to Nellie's, and
Norm lived about a block away. Stan agreed to pick them up on the
way, but Norm would have to ride in the back with his bass fiddle. They agreed and were so excited they
were like two silly high school kids getting ready for their first
gig. Stan stressed they could invite whom they wanted, but to warn
the folks, it was just a rehearsal for the following weekend. They
assured him they only had a couple of folks between
them who might be interested. Stan invited the staff at
the restaurant and several of his favorite regular customers,
Sheriff Andreeson and his family, and several others who, at one
time or another, went out of their way to befriend and help Stan
when he most needed it. To all of them he stressed it was just a
rehearsal; come, have a glass of Iced Tea, a glass of wine, a
beer, sit back and listen to two ex-bikers and two seniors make
fools of themselves playing some down-home Louisiana Bayou Cajun
music. Stan even promised he would wear a silly hat for the
occasion.
Stan squatted on his boot heels before his spiritually adopted
brother, Bobby Andreeson's wheel-chair, and made a special plea
for him to come and enjoy some music. Bobby was thrilled Stan took
his time to stop and invite him. He was spitting and gargling,
flailing his hands and arms about in his excitement, trying to get
the words out he would love to come. Stan understood every nuance
and gesture and made him promise he would talk his folks into
coming and bringing him with them. The sheriff and his wife were
particularly pleased Stan made such an effort,
and whether he really could understand Bobby's gibberish, wasn't the most
important thing. His sincerity and genuine interest in Bobby meant
the world to them. Bobby told Stan what he wanted to eat and Stan translated
Bobby's order to
the waitress for their table. Stan was never wrong, and Bobby was
always a happy camper when he came to the restaurant to see Stan
and his friends. The sheriff told Stan he didn't know what they
were going to do without him. Visiting the restaurant and getting
to see Stan became the highlight of Bobby's week.
* * * * * * *
Big Blue kept a low profile for the three weeks he was on board
Captain Nick's ship. Of course, everyone on the ship got to know
him, and they fell in love with the big man. While he was
exceptionally masculine, he had a sweet disposition and an even
temperament he rarely got a chance to express in prison except to
his mate. In prison he was like a paranoid jungle cat always on
the alert for someone to test his courage or challenge his
strength. After his first couple of days on Captain Nick's ship,
getting adjusted to the idea he was not under any pressure to do
anything he didn't want to do, he found himself in need of
something to occupy his time. He finally admitted to himself he
couldn't spend three weeks masturbating watching his beloved mate
going about his new life. After all, he was suppose to be working
to prove to his keepers, the giant's family, and his new master,
he was stable enough to be integrated back into normal society. He
came to realize it wouldn't have been prudent for Master Billy to
allow him full immersion without some time to observe him and
determine if he was stable enough to emotionally handle a new
environment. In the scheme of things, three weeks was a stroll in
the park compared to a year in solitary confinement. Many people
consider solitary confinement cruel and unusual punishment. It's
been proven, it can slowly destroy a man's mind as well as his
soul.
Billy had no idea what he was going to do with the big man, but he
knew Blue was sent to him for a reason. For the first several
days, Blue hung around with the giant's family and pitched in to
help and give a hand where he could. Billy set them the task of
getting power to the more remote parts of the castle. Many of the
larger halls and rooms had no power at all. They started running
lines here and there without much thought as to the practical or
technical application of watts and amps. Blue
watched and listened for a couple of days and saw disaster in the
making. They weren't quite as bad as the Three Stooges, but they
were disorganized and lacked direction due to a poor knowledge
base and lack of hands-on experience. There was a great deal of
scurrying about, but little was was getting done for the amount of
horse-power the giants represented. They reminded Blue of old
silent movies he saw of the Keystone Cops. No
one held a firm grip on what they needed to accomplish or how to
go about doing it. They were running in circles getting very
little accomplished.
Before he decided to become a cowboy, Odin spent six years in a
Navy Construction Battalion (C.B.'s). He rose to Chief Electrician
in the Seabees and knew everything there was to know about power
how to make it, gather it, harness it, and use it to maximum
efficiency. Blue was no genius, but he was a bulldog when it came
to working with electricity and the most efficient means to go
about it. He learned his job well in the Navy and could wire
anything from an ordinary table lamp to a large military
installation. Blue asked
a few pointed questions of the huge men with whom he was assigned
to work. They couldn't answer the most simple of his questions.
Blue shook his head in disbelief. He wondered if he found his
slot. He didn't try to usurp anyone's authority, but he told them
he would teach them what they needed to know.
Blue asked Gog to go to Jethro and asked him for enough copies of
the Electrician's Handbook, one for each member of the giant's
family and the grooms which was about a dozen. Blue explained
the small booklets would become their working bible. It would
contain the pertinent information they would need to refer to as
he taught them about electricity. Jethro ordered fifty copies
just in case they needed more. They were delivered to the ranch in
three days. Every morning, right after
breakfast, the giants went to a huge, empty banquet room where the
plaster on the wall was going bad and needed replacing. Blue used
it to write on with a black, red, blue, and green magic marker
pens like a giant blackboard. He started with the basic math of
electricity while standing on a telescoping scaffolding in the far
left corner of the wall and didn't stop until he covered the
entire wall with examples and equations; however, by the time he
finished, his men had a solid working grasp how electricity works
and how best to use it.
The first three mornings there were only the giants and the grooms
attending Blue's class. The next morning their were a dozen more
join their group; a mixed bag of male villagers who wanted to
learn a trade and a number of cowboy-slaves who had an interest in
electricity and got Master Billy's approval. Blue held class every
morning for two hours, and he became respected and admired for his
knowledge and his unassuming way of teaching what he knew to
others. He was a natural born teacher and mixed knowledge with
humor, anecdotes, and compassion. He never got upset at anyone for
any question. They were coming to the end of the three week period
and their class grew from a dozen to fifty. After morning class,
the rest of the day they would work together and Blue would show
them how to put what they learned to practice. They were learning
by leaps and bounds, and the giant's opinion of Odin Asgard
Bluetooth leveled off somewhere slightly, but not much, lower than
a god among men.
Jethro kept Billy informed and slipped him several videos of Big
Blue's morning classes. Jethro made no bones about his praise for
Blue and insisted he take up permanent residence in the castle in
the giant's apartments. Jethro wanted the big man on his team. If
that weren't enough, Gog, Joe, Willie, Thor, and Zeus, the grooms,
and numerous men of the village people petitioned Master Billy to
allow Blue to share their world and become a part of their team.
Billy told them he would consider their recommendations, but he
would have to talk with Blue and his mate before he would make a
final decision. He encouraged them by telling them he was as
impressed as they were by Blue's work, and he was leaning in that
direction.
* * * * * * *
Erin didn't know what to expect from the grooms, Mace and Picard,
but he found them exceptionally good looking and charming in their
personalities. It was obvious they worked on their bodies daily
and were as built and sculpted as Blue and Erin. They made Erin
feel comfortable and gave him another mug of sweet tea to drink;
only, this tea contained some sex enhancing herbs as well as the
relaxation ones he was drinking in the baths. Erin was impressed
with the halflings' professionalism. He found himself trusting
them and giving himself over to them. His time with them was like
something from a dream, and it was one of the most relaxed and
exhilarating times he ever experienced. They made it seem like he
was being prepared for his husband's bed and everything should be
just right for their night of love. When they finished Erin was
completely cleaned, lubed, and plugged with a good size butt plug
to stretch him to easily accept the unusually large
girth of his husband's penis for swift and easy penetration. Erin
was a convert. Master Billy was right. Grooms certainly beat
trying to do-it-yourself.
Erin came back to the bath area accompanied by Mace and Picard. He
took his place beside his big husband and they embraced. The men
went "Awwww," and then laughed.
"How was it?" Billy asked.
"I'm sold, sir. Your grooms are exceptional. I've never been so
pampered and made to feel more comfortable than I did with them.
They are to be congratulated and you should be very proud. They
are, indeed, experts at their trade," Erin gushed.
"We won't detain you men longer than you choose to stay with us.
Erin, stay the night in your husband's apartment here on the ship
and spend the day with him tomorrow. You men schedule what you
would like to do, but I urge you not to miss our punishment slave,
Orville's, grand opening tomorrow afternoon at two, here on the
ship, in the other part of the dungeon," Billy said, "But I will
expect you at your jobs Monday morning," he added.
"We understand, sir, and thank you for the time together. We have
a lot to catch up on," Blue said.
"And I have made a decision about your future with us, Blue. If
you men wish to continue your relationship and live together, you
and Erin may have the apartment you're living in now in the
giant's wing of the castle. You will be working as a sub-chief
under Jethro and will be responsible for your crew of electricians
you're in the process of training," Billy said.
"I don't want to take anyone's job away from them, Master Billy. I
know Gog was in charge, and I wouldn't do anything to diminish his
leadership or jeopardize his position, sir. I merely wanted to
teach them the basics," Blue said.
"It was Gog who came to me, along with Jethro, and sang your
praises. I've watched four of your two hour teaching videos, and
I'm as impressed with your knowledge as they are. They made the
decision supported by their family. They want you and Erin to
become a part of their family, and I think it's a win-win
situation for everyone. Your portion of our building project may
grow, and we may need you to train others. The videos of your
teaching will prove invaluable, but your hands-on approach is what
will put learning into action. We will soon introduce you to
unlimited power supplies which may prove to be a challenge for
you, but I promise, you will never be bored," Billy explained his
reasons, "There are a few other things of minor importance we can
discuss later. Erin will still act as lead keeper for my
punishment slaves, and I probably will keep him in that position
for sometime. He's good with people and can put them at ease under
trying circumstances. Even when he must be firm with our
punishment slaves, he retains his memories of eight years as a
subordinate prisoner with little or no control over his life,
which works well to trigger his compassion for them," Billy
added.
Blue and Erin said their 'good-nights' to everyone and went to
Blue's apartment. After they left, a quiet pall passed over the
men. Each was in his own thoughts about the evening and their two
newest family members. "I hope they make it," Billy said
sincerely.
"I second that emotion, Brother," Oatie said.
"I agree," said Jethro.
"Count us in on that," Elmer said referring to him and Vox.
"You have reservations, Master Billy?" Jessie asked.
"You bet he does, Son," Elmer said, "Their world has suddenly been
turned upside down, and they no longer have the same need for a
strong bond like they experienced in prison. Their love and
bonding was a matter of necessity. It was deeply rooted in
survival. Here, they won't have that element to create a strong
bond unless they can successfully cross the gap and form a new
relationship based on their love and admiration for each other. It
can be done. Thor and Zeus seem to have successfully recreated
their relationship from father and son to husband and wife. It may
not be so easy for Erin and Blue. They will need everyone's
understanding and support," Elmer explained.
"I'm not sure I understand," said Harlen, "Are you saying their
previous love is invalid in their current situation?" he asked.
"Not at all, but love is like every other human emotion, it varies
in depth and shades. People and their circumstances change and so
does love. Other than a strong crutch for survival, their love was
never tested. It will be here. Carnal lust and sexual release
ain't the same as love. It can be a large draw, a wonderful part,
but it ain't what binds people together. Erin and Blue, because of
common needs, developed a physical dependency on each other which
may or may not make the transition," Elmer said.
"Exactly!" exclaimed Oatie, "Me and my husband-to-be recently went
through something similar they will have to face sooner or later.
Unless you're willing to pay the price for love and work at it
together, you will never reap the rewards it can bring. The
binding glue of survival ain't the same as working at it. It's an
artificially created social phenomenon of prisons. It's like
meat-glue them big corporations use to bond scraps of meat
together to pass on to the consumer as more expensive cuts.
Today's prisons ain't correctional institution as they like to
call themselves. They're cattle yards," Oatie said.
"Amen to that!" Bubba exclaimed
and Jack agreed.
"Then you're saying they have to learn to love each other again in
a new way?" Harlen pursued his line of questioning.
"I think we're saying their love will be tested, and we wish them
the best," Billy replied.
"They just seem so right for each other," Gog said.
"We have only their word to go on, but Blue claims he was a
straight man before he was sent to prison. If it's true, and we
have no reason to believe he ever swapped roles with
Erin, Erin knew and agreed to the role he
would play before he bonded with Blue he knew he would become
Big Blue's surrogate wife. Even though Blue has expressed an equal
sexual desire to be reunited with his mate he had in prison,
consider they've been apart for almost two years. I ain't saying
their love cain't bridge the gapped, but if you
couple it with the fact Blue will be
facing a new found freedom, the big man might have other thoughts
and desires when he's faced with the idea he might have an
opportunity to have a relationship with a woman. We plan to give
them every opportunity to work it out for themselves, but don't be
surprised if they go through a period of adjustment. There ain't
no doubt, their roles will be different here. Since we know Odin
Bluetooth weren't guilty of the crime for
which he was charged and sentenced, he will live a more free,
unregulated lifestyle than Erin, who still has time to go on his
sentence. I can't cancel Erin's debt to society because his mate
is more free than him. They will have to work it out and adjust
accordingly," Billy said.
"What about Blue becoming a 'mentor' for Erin?" Harlen asked.
"Good point, Cowboy," Billy replied, "I ain't thought about it,
but I like the idea," he added.
"I'm not sure I can separate myself from my role as mentor and
father for my boy," Harlen said.
Several of the men laughed, "You don't have to, Mr. Johnson,"
Oatie said, "It's every father's responsibility to mentor his son
no matter how he grows up or for what team he wants to play. In
your case, you already done accepted the role. You didn't have to.
No one would have looked down on you for passing the buck so to
speak. Your job will be considerably easier with your boy because,
mature or not, he's an adult. You can support and show him love
and encouragement anyway you choose. With a young boy, before the
age of puberty, you would be expected to show restraint and be
protective about how and to what he's exposed. I'm living proof of
a mentor taking over the reins to my life when I's a young man,
who literally rode me down hard until he got me trained to do
things the right way his way. Once't I got broke to his saddle
and accepted him as my bull, I didn't have me anymore problems. My
life was smooth sail'n from then on. I thank some unknown god
ever' damn day, my granddaddy demanded I march to his tune until I
was old enough to fly on my own. Now I got me a pretty set of
wings, but you can bet chore' ass I still check with him and
submit a flight plan before I spread them wings and head on out
down the runway for liftoff," Oatie said and broke everyone up
laughing.
"I think you men are building a mountain out of a mole hill," Thor
said and everyone looked at him.
"Why am I not surprised, sir?" Billy asked and laughed.
"I don't understand," Grover said.
"Stand up, Zeus!" Billy said firmly, and the big man stood
exposing his vagina.
"Our brother, Thor, has it all in one package. So does our cowboy
brother, Hank. Since I taught you to morph your own genitals,
Buck, how many times have you returned your male parts?" Billy
asked.
"During the day when we's busy especially when we's cowboy'n,
and I don't wanna' take the time to squat to piss. Outdoor
plumbing makes more sense; howsomever, come night time, after our
day's over and we're alone, I usually switch for my husband. Ever'
once't in a while, he'll surprise me and wants to take me as a man
or have me take care of him. Can't thank you enough, Master Billy
for that little extra 'app.' I think I can safely speak for
bowfus,' we be down-right happy
buckaroos," Buck said. Hank locked his arm around his mate's neck,
pulled him close, and bussed a kiss on his cheek. Everyone
laughed.
"Our stud of the hill country seems to be a contented old bull
with his new husband-and-bride to be," Billy said and grinned.
"I see what you're getting at, Son," Elmer responded, "and I think
the offer would go a long way to cementing their union if it
comes to that. You done already told them you plan to enhance
Blue. I like Harlen's idea of Blue becoming Erin's mentor and you
can teach him to morph his slave's genitals; however, I wouldn't
recommend you do it right away. Give them some time. Hell, they
might surprise everyone. If they do, give them the option as a
wedding gift," Elmer said.
"Damn! I'm glad we got these tubs. You men never fail to come up
with great suggestions about things I'm unsure about while we's
soak'n. It's like toss'n a football around on a lazy summer's
afternoon wiff' your buddies," Billy said.
"Of course the herb tea don't have nothing to do with it," Nick
said and elbowed his master.
"Hesh up, Tonto!" Billy exclaimed and giggled.
"Yes, sir, Kemosabe," Nick replied. The men shared a laugh.
* * * * * * *
Billy invited Harlen and Jessie to stay the night and enjoy the
next day with them. Jessie gouged Harlen with his elbow. He
already talked with Harlen about wrangling an invitation to watch
Bubba take Orville for his first time. Billy asked if they would
require separate accommodations and Harlen assured him it would
not be necessary. Jessie traveled with him everywhere as his
valet, and they often shared a bed together. He also acts as my
interpreter. He speaks all the romance languages fluently, Arabic,
and Standard Hindi. He is proficient in several African languages
and dialects. Now, if I can only teach him Texas-speak, I'll feel like I've accomplished something,"
Harlen proclaimed. Everyone laughed. "However, I will have to say,
lately he's been surpassing his master," Harlen said and looked at
his friend with respect.
"What about the dogs?" Jessie asked.
"Sorry. You and your master will have to do without their
protection tonight. They's standing guard over their new pup
what's been asleep for a couple of hours now," Billy said and
laughed.
* * * * * * *
Big Blue was right, his apartment was huge. While it only
contained one bedroom, it was large enough to bed-down a battalion
of men Blue and Erin's size. It was decorated with old antiques,
but it was comfortable, warm, and inviting. Blue took Erin into
his massive arms, looked deep into his long lost mate's eyes, and
gently kissed him on the mouth. Erin threw his arms around Blue's
thick neck and returned his kiss with the same affection. "It's
good to be alone with you again, Baby Blue," Odie said.
"It's been a while. You looked into my eyes like you were trying
to make sure it's really me," Erin said.
"It ain't that, Son, it's almost too good to be true. It's been
damn near two years since I last held you in my arms. Here we are
alone together with a place to ourselves. It's so quiet and
private. No slamming of cells doors; no flushing of toilets; no
groans and moans from the men in the next cell having sex; or the
screws yelling and knocking their night sticks against the bars
just to irritate everyone. I got to think'n about it this morning
about you and me living in that small cell not much larger than
a sardine can by comparison. Do you realize in all them years we
was together, as close as we grew and became dependent on each
other, we ain't never slept in the same bed together?" Blue asked.
"We once tried to put our mattress on the floor, but it was so
uncomfortable we never tried it again," Erin remembered.
Blue ran his big hand down Erin's backside and felt around his
butt. He soon discovered Erin's plug. "Damn, they think of ever'
thing, don't they?" he asked and grinned. He gently pushed on it
teasing his partner. Erin responded by pushing his ass back and up
to receive his husband's foreplay.
"I need you, Daddy Blue. I ain't had me no real sex with nobody
since they ripped you out of my arms and took you away from me. I
let old Ben suck me off a couple of times, but that don't count
none. He weren't my man. He couldn't hold a candle to the man I
come to love," Erin said.
"Oh, baby, I need you so bad, too," Blue said. He reached into a
night stand and pulled out a couple of small towels. He motioned
for Erin to hit the bed. Erin complied, shoved a big fluffy pillow
under his head, one under his buttocks, and pulled his feet up
close to this butt cheeks into the usual submissive position. He
smiled at the big man. Blue got in bed on his knees in front of
his mate. He retrieved a small tub of lubricant and lavishly
applied it to his massive cock. He stroked himself playing with
his penis until it was at maximum salute. He wiped his hands on
the second towel and placed his thumb and forefinger around the
base of Erin's butt-plug. "You ready for your husband, Baby Blue?"
he asked.
"I'm so ready, Odie, take me swift and deep, and don't spare them
horses," Erin replied.
Big Blue began to penetrate his mate and was surprised he felt
very little resistance from Erin. Blue was sure the butt plug made
a major difference, to say nothing of the magic herbs his mate
imbibed shortly before they left the dungeon. Blue was watching
Erin's face to see if he was in any distress. He could detect
nothing to indicate any discomfort and slowly proceeded to fill
Erin's lower colon with the rest of his manhood. Erin got
impatient, put his hands around his husband's buttocks, and pulled
the rest of Big Blue's enormous cock into his rectum. Erin didn't
stop until he felt Big Blue's balls slap against his ass.
"Hungry, Baby Blue?" Odie asked.
"Not anymore, Daddy," Erin replied and smiled, "Damn, you feel so
good. Just like a fine husband should," he added.
"I tried to remember how you felt on the end of my cock, but the
memory always seemed to slip away from me the longer we were
apart. I damn near went crazy with grief at my loss of not having
you close to me. Add to it, my memory would lapse and make life
seem not worth living anymore. But now I remember, and I'm once
again reborn inside my Baby Blue. Someone, somewhere out there in
the great universe, wants us to be together, Son. Let's don't let
them down. Put it up there for your daddy and work with me until I
give you the signal, then we'll ride together for the border,"
Blue said and began his slow assault on his mate's ass.
The men were apart for almost two years, but sex is like learning
to ride a bicycle; once you learn, and get it down pat without
falling off, you never forget how. Erin used to complain to Blue
he never fucked him long enough to fully satisfy him. It wasn't
easy fucking on a single bed with rusty bed-springs
which sounded liked an International Harvester hay bailing machine
from the 1940's operating at maximum capacity. While they were in
prison together, Blue was a private man and didn't like others to
know about his love life, but after a marathon fuck, the next
morning at breakfast there would be knowing smiles and grins from
their fellow inmates. It bothered Blue more than it did Erin. Erin
would joke and brag about what a stud his husband was, and he
cheekily insisted the rest of the men were jealous of him because
he was the only one with a smile on his face and a song in his
heart. Blue didn't mind his mate bragging about his sexual powers.
It only endeared Erin to him more.
But this was different. The bed didn't squeal, move around the
room, nor did the headboard bang against the stonework block wall.
He could fuck his beloved mate as long, deep, hard, and as fast as
he chose to ride him like he was riding naked bareback on his
favorite pony, on a clear day, in a lush grassy meadow which had
no end, and there was nothing to stop them from the freedom of
their pursuit. Blue's sexual powers made Erin recall vividly how
much he enjoyed sex with the big man and worked as hard or harder
than his rider to reach their final destination. After several
build-ups, followed by slow and easy rest periods, Blue would
begin the cycle again, then build up over and over until he was
sure they were ready to consummate their coupling. "Look over my
shoulder, my love. I think I see the Federales riding fast, moving
up on our tail, Poncho. Let's slap some leather and head out for
the border, Pod'na'," Blue said in his best Cowboy lingo.
"Spur yore' pony hard in the flanks, Lefty, and ride him down
hard. Don't spare the leather, none, neither," Erin pleaded, and
Big Blue kicked it up another notch to give his mate his hardest
ride of the evening. They both made it to the border and crossed
the point of no return with guns a blazing and lead flying every
which way. Erin remembered the strange exclamation from Bossman
Randy and his cowboy brothers. "Hosanna!" he shouted quietly.
"Hosanna, in the highest," Blue replied as he emptied a year and a
half pent-up load of his hot male ejaculate, Daddy Blue's
baby-batter, and a wagon load of mixed emotions into his mate's
ass.
"Fill me up, Lefty. Don't cheat me none," Erin strongly urged his
mate.
"I think I did, Poncho, yore' eyes just changed from blue to
brown," Big Blue said and they shared a laugh.
They lay together for some time talking quietly about their lives
and possible futures. Blue would lose his erection, but Erin would
push his sphincter down to the base of Blue's pony and suck on it
with his ass muscle until Blue grew fully erect again. The big man
took it as a further invitation, and fucked his mate three more
times to climax. When they agreed they finally had enough and were
fully sated, they were exhausted, and slept the night conjoined
with each other something they never did before, and the next
morning early, Erin awoke with Big Blue root'n around in his
backyard like it was Arbor Day and the big man was trying to plant
a tree with an exceptionally large tap root. It was a nice
eye-opener for a new morning and a new beginning. They were unsure
about the immediate future, but they were together. They decided
to take each day as it came, one step at a time. The details would
take care of themselves. The result of their sexual coupling
created a whole new star making a nebula in the Taurus system.
* * * * * * *
Bubba, Jack, and the Dewberry cousins, Hoss and Doug, drove the
short distance back to the Kirkendall ranch. Hoss and Doug were
staying over at Bubba's. They didn't want to miss the next day of
Bubba and Orville's show. Hoss and Doug shared a room. Bubba and
Jack had their own rooms. Hoss didn't get a chance to talk with
his cousin, but he noticed Bubba was attentive to Doug when the
four of them sat together in the baths. Hoss was busy enough with
his growing relationship with Jack McCormack he didn't hear much
of their conversation, but from the general mien and tenor of
their voices he gathered they were sharing some personal
observations and comments. Jack even made an aside to Hoss he
thought they were getting along well. Doug didn't push himself
onto Bubba. If Bubba offered, Doug responded, and the bigger
cowboy seemed to like being a host and mentor to the young man.
They were up early the next morning and Hoss drove them back to
the Daniels' ranch. Immediately after breakfast, Bubba excused
himself and went to the slave processing center in the newer barn.
Orville and his main keeper, Blake, were there waiting for him.
Bubba left instructions for Orville's keepers he would be
responsible for grooming Orville that morning. While Bubba and
Orville developed a relationship with each other, there was no
doubt Bubba was the man in charge and he came to look upon Orville
like he might a prized race horse a fine looking, spirited,
athletic animal one he planned to ride for his first time. Not
only was he concerned with Orville's overall appearance, Bubba
wanted to see to his final grooming to form their bond between
master and slave as one of trust, admiration, and full confidence
in each other. That's not to say there wasn't a good deal of
affection and mutual bonding which grew
strong between them.
Orville was Bubba's orchestra of one and he planned to be the
grand conductor. During their several weeks of training together,
Orville could never say Bubba ever once hurt him nor did anything
to humiliate him; however, Bubba never left any doubt in Orville's
mind he was his training master, he expected certain thing from
him, and Orville responded in kind. The more Orville responded the
greater his bond and admiration for the younger man became. Their
morning together was spent working-out, getting Orville cleaned,
plugged and ready, and Orville grooming his master. Billy gave
them a new form of skin bronzer he purchased from a store on
Retikki Prime when the family last visited which would give a pale
body the look of a young god, and it became Orville's job to apply
it to his master's body. Orville was already tan but Bubba
insisted he coat his Pop's body so they would appear as duo
athletes a la Cirque Du Soleil. With Ramrod Randy's help, Bubba
was learning to use his own 'apps' and dropped all the hair from
the unnecessary parts of his own body. He was completely bald like
Orville with only a scruffy five-day growth of dark beard and
facial hair remaining. He had no hair around his genitals or his
ass. When their preparations were complete, they looked like two
mature bronze-age gods from the classic period of ancient Greece,
complete with well-defined girdles of Hercules.
Guests began to arrive for the afternoon Sunday dinner, the grand
opening, and graduation for Orville Higginbothem from a slave
trainee to another one of Master Billy's cowboy-slaves. The
LaFleur family arrived to enjoy Sunday dinner, but only the Judge
and his son Wesley would be attending the Kirkendall-Higginbothem
fuck-off and brief graduation service for Orville. The Daniels'
women decided, while the men were gracious enough to invite them,
they felt there were certain rituals among themselves which should
be keep that way. There was some talk about keeping the younger
boys from witnessing the two men having sex; but Tom McMartin's
reasoning was, the less fuss made about it the easier it would be
for the boys to take in stride, except it for what it is, and not
try to build a fantasy around it. Man is, after all, a part of
nature and as such is a card carrying member of the species homo;
subspecies, mammalian.
"If you don't make a big deal about it other than the usual wagers
about performance, they won't consider it much out of the
ordinary. It's when you keep secrets from kids, they form wrong
ideas and prejudices, and begin to distrust adults to tell them
the truth. If it's done in the spirit of secrecy, there's a
possibility they might come to think on it as dirty or
undesirable," he said. Tom thought it better they witness the
coupling and ask questions which could be answered honestly. "I
remember my granddaddy and my dad took me to see a strip tease
show at the Texas State Fair in Dallas one year, and the naked
lady done a dance on stage behind a bunch of big balloons what
looked like bubbles coming from a huge champagne glass. I was only
about Randy and Cal's age, and I loved it. You couldn't see
nothing. She always had them damn balloons in front of her. I
thought it was wonderful and made the mistake of telling my
mother. She swelled up like a giant horn toad does to keep a
coyote from eating it, turned as green as the witch in the Wizard
of Oz, and I could swear she was gonna' spit bloody-tobacco out
her eyes she was so pissed. She done got on my dad's case like
stink on shit. She called him ever' bad name she could think of
and then invented a few of her own; said he was a no-good,
low-life muther-hump'n lop-eared jackrabbit for taking her baby to
see a strip-tease act. She was get-down-walk-around angry with
him, my granddaddy, and me, but fortunately, Grandma Zelma come to
our aid and talked her down from her indignant throne," Tom added,
and the men laughed. Nathan Daniels allowed it sounded like
something Travis Houston Redbone would do.
"I already got Mary Ruth Rutherford's permission to let Randy be a
part. We ain't kept nothing from him. If the truth be know'd, I
think the Bossman's done give old Bubba a few tips and pointers on
training his adopted pa. Another idea in favor of what Tom said
as clever as them scamps is, they'll probably be able to sweet
talk one of their devoted contacts and be viewing the action while
it's happening or with as little time delay as possible," Billy
said. The men laughed and agreed with him, "You up to riding herd
on them boys, Master Bull?" Billy asked Elmer.
"I give them boys my word, and the bull of the hill country don't
never go back on his word," Elmer bragged.
"Thank some unknown god! Every family needs a brave bull!" Billy
exclaimed, and laughed.
"Hosanna!" shouted Tom.
"Hosanna, in the highest!" the men replied and fell out laughing
at their nonsense.
* * * * * * *
Bubba finished up with Orville in the slave processing room and
was getting ready to transport himself and his pa to the dungeon.
The men originally planned to hold the Grand Opening in the slave
processing room, but the guest list grew and Billy thought the
dungeon would be better. Orville didn't know everything going on
at the ranch. He wasn't a stupid man, but he could only guess from
what he saw going on around him. He figured there was quite a bit
more than the usual ranch operation, but he couldn't help be
sucked into the Daniels' experience any more than the rest. He
didn't know a lot of the particulars nor did he know exactly what
Bubba's relationship was to Billy Daniels. When Bubba vanished,
winged-up, and returned to Orville in the slave processing area,
the man almost lost his butt plug which was firmly strapped into
his ass. "Holy shit!" he exclaimed, "What's this?" he asked
reaching his right hand to gently caress Bubba's right wing. "Did
you die, Son?" he asked confused.
"No, no, Pops, I'm very much alive. I didn't have to die to get
these wings. They was given to me when I's just a young boy about
Bossman Randy's age, but they didn't grow in until about a month
and a half ago about the same time I met you," Bubba explained, "I
have to wing up to transport us to the dungeon in the castle where
we's gonna' do our thing. You like ma' wings, Pa?" Bubba asked and
shook them for Orville.
"I always looked on you as my delivering angel, Son, but to see
you like this is amazing. What other powers do you have?" he
asked.
"Glad you asked. I been mean'n to talk with you about a couple of
things. I'm learning everyday about my powers and how to use them.
I been using some on you without telling you 'cause I didn't
wanna' scare your to death or make you worry none, but the time
has come to tell you so's you can get the most from our shared
experience as we can bring to it. It will make us an unbeatable
team, Pops, I promise," Bubba explained. "You ever wondered how I
can fuck you so good when I work you over with your plugs to get
the best feeling for you and the results I demand?" Bubba asked.
"Intuition? Training?" Orville asked like he was fishing.
"They's only a small part, Pops," Bubba continued, "I get into
your head. I can hear your thoughts and feel your responses. I
don't have to ask what feels good, how far to go, or when to back
off and coast for a while. I'm inside your mind experiencing the
same feelings you are," Bubba explained.
"No! How?" Orville asked.
"Enhanced powers, Pops. You know sometimes when you're with me you
feel a tingling sensation at the base of your brain like a chill
up your spine? Like a rabbit just ran over your grave sort of
thing?" Bubba asked.
"Yeah, it happens often. Are you doing it?" Orville asked.
"Bossman Randy calls it tickling somebody to let them know you
want to enter their head and talk mind-to-mind with them," Bubba
said, "only I ain't been asking permission. I been using my
ability to make sure I don't hurt you none, or go further than you
can take during any given session we done had together," Bubba
explained.
"I gotta' think about that one. It's sort of a double-edged sword,
ain't it?" Orville asked.
"You mean compassion without privacy?" Bubba asked.
"Something like that," Orville agreed.
"Since when does a new punishment slave have a right to privacy?
Don't go get'n yore' feelings hurt. Hell, y'ain't alone! Our
personal communication devices are tapped and recorded by our
government; however, now you pointed it out, it can be a
double-edged sword to work for us, Pops," Bubba said and got a
wicked grin on his face.
"I seen that grin before, and you always come up with something
new and novel. If I had to have a training mentor or master, I'm
glad it was you, Son. Ain't never been a dull moment," Orville
said.
"I wanted to save the best for last, Pops. Now, look into my eyes
and when you feel me tickle you, allow me in, and the tickle will
go away," Bubba said.
Orville did as his young mentor asked and grinned when the felt
the tickle. He didn't resist and felt something flooding into his
mind like another presence and a chill ran up his spine. <<
Can you hear me now? >> Bubba sent and grinned like a
Cheshire Cat. << Answer me with your mind, Pops,
>> he added.
<< This is remarkable. Of course I can hear you, Son,
>> he replied.
Bubba offered his huge arm to Orville, << Pinch me,
Pops, until it hurts you, >> Bubba ordered.
Orville did as Bubba instructed and gave him a pretty good pinch
and quickly withdrew his hand, "Ouch!" Orville exclaimed out loud,
"That hurt!" he said and started rubbing his own arm in the same
place. The big slave got a funny look on his face and moved his
other hand to Bubba's arm to rub the pain from his arm at the same
time. << That was amazing, Son. I believe you. Then what
you're telling me is you plan to share you experience fucking
me, and I will share my experience of getting fucked by you at
the same time. Is that right? >> Orville sent to
Bubba.
<< I keep telling them old cowboys my adopted pa is a smart man, >> Bubba
replied and smiled.
<< And my boy is a frick'n genius! >> Orville
proclaimed, << I can't imagine. Do you think it might
cause a sensory overload, Son? >> he asked.
<< If there's a real god somewhere out there in the
universe, I certainly hope so, Pops. That's my plan for us.
After I work us up real good into an animalistic frenzy; a hard
charging rut, and we's all sweaty, huff'n and a puff'n, frothing
at the gills, our nares flared wide and spittle drool'n from the
corners of our mouths, I'll slowly build up to where I want us
to be. I'll give you the signal, we'll reach perihelion at the
same moment, and we'll experience the Nirvana of sexual
free-fall together, >> Bubba sent in his best cowboy
hyperbole.
<< My god, you make it sound like two young boys finding
paradise together, >> Orville replied.
<< Damn near, Pops or as close as we can come. Pun
intended! >> Bubba exclaimed, and they shared a laugh
together.
<< I am so ready, Bubba, >> Orville sent.
<< I think we both are, Pops. Now let's make each other
proud, >> Bubba sent and lovingly patted Orville on
his perfect ass. Bubba wondered if Orville had any idea how much
he suffered in the last several weeks being able to play with the
big man's perfect ass but not being able to allow himself entry.
He was as stoved up for their performance as Orville.
* * * * * * *
It was around one-thirty when Bubba and Orville arrived and took
their places. The invited guests were beginning to gather, and
there was quite a bit of hub-bub about Orville and Bubba's
appearance. They looked like two Aztec sun gods wearing only their
big hats and buckaroo boots. Orville was still wearing his
harness, but Bubba made quick work of removing it after they
arrived. Billy didn't have room in the dungeon for the men who
wanted to witness the Grand Opening of their first punishment
slave, but like the trial of Clarence Womack and Harley-Buck
Johnson, Junior, he set up a huge three dimensional video screen
in the same enormous banquet hall so the overflow crowd could
watch. He didn't allow the food vendors this time, because he
didn't figure it would take Bubba and Orville longer than thirty
minutes to an hour to reach their goal.
Not everyone in Billy's family was invited. Billy wasn't
ready for Harley-Buck and Earl Hickson to see the dungeon area in
the castle on Captain Nick's ship. There was no doubt in his mind
if Harlen could put two and two together about the scene from
Hell, Harley-Buck would know for sure there was a link. Billy
didn't plan to keep it a secret from him forever. He would
probably wait several weeks for Harley-Buck and Earl to be broken
in and ready for their Grand Openings before he revealed the
dungeon to them.
Judge LaFleur and his son, Wesley were there along with most of
Billy's cowboy-angels and family posse. Billy kept the judge
informed on what he was doing for and with Odin Bluetooth and his
partner. At first the judge was reticent until he watched the
video provided by the Irin, and he gave Billy's his unqualified
blessing to get the big man out of Huntsville as soon as possible.
He even laughed his ass off when Billy described the replacement
they left in Blue's cell. Big Blue and Erin came down the back
stairs with their new giant family. They looked well rested and
content with each other. Everyone of the giants, including Blue
and Erin, were naked as the day they were born. It was their area,
and they were in and out of the stables to check on and/or groom
the Great Shedus so much they would be dressing and undressing
most of the time. It was fine with Billy and his family. They'd
rather see them in the raw anyway.
When everyone gathered, Billy made a brief speech about the
afternoon marking the end of Orville's punishment slave boot camp
and with his grand opening
he would become one of Billy's regular slaves with some minor
exceptions. Since Bubba Kirkendall asked and agreed to mentor
Orville, Billy turned the performance over to him, but before he
did, Billy complimented the two men on their turned-out appearance
and remarked they looked like a new act auditioning for Cirque Du
Soleil.
Bubba welcomed everyone, the lights were lowered, and two pin
spots came on which lit just the area of the raised dais where
Bubba was standing and Orville was lying with his boots thrown
into the air and supported by metal stirrups to keep them up and
out of the way for best access to his ass. Without fanfare Bubba
pulled the string on Orville's large plug resting in his ass and
it popped out of his sphincter. There were several murmurs in the
crowd of men who were impressed by the size and length of the
plug. Bubba didn't just remove it. He used it to play with Orville
and to work him up to receiving his own impressive manhood. It
also acted as a stimulus for Bubba's cock to grow and swell to its
full proportion. Bubba already linked with Orville and he could
feel exactly how it was feeling for his surrogate pa when he began
to work him with ever more strength and depth of penetration with
the big plug. Bubba finally gave Orville his permission to move up
to the last large plug before his final opening about a week
before, and it was the large slave's mentor who placed it inside
him for the first time. Bubba stopped his relentless probing of
Orville's ass and figured he was erect enough to take his
surrogate dad. He swiftly removed the plug and set it on a shelf
below the bench. Bubba took his time to thoroughly lubricate his
own cock before he stood before Orville, leaned over him, placed
the head of his large cock to his anus, leaned over the big man,
and sunk his engorged penis to the base inside Orville with one
swift, strong motion, and held it there for sometime.
<< See, I told you it would feel better than any of them
butt plugs, >> he sent and smiled at Orville.
<< I could imagine the real thing would be better than
them plugs, but not this good, Son. You feel wonderful inside
me, and I can feel how it feels for you. It's like I been
looking at life in monaural all my life, you suddenly come
along, hit the stereophonic switch, and I can hear and feel it
all every nuance. This is fucking amazing, >>
Orville returned.
<< We gonna' have any problems, Pops? >> Bubba
asked.
<< Lord no, Son, let's get this show on the road and
give them rubes something to remember, >> Orville sent
in reply.
Bubba and Orville got down to it and if Cirque De Soleil ever
considered an act of classic sodomy to grace their stage, several
in the crowd that afternoon were sure Bubba and his surrogate pa
made the cut. The old judge turned to his son and saw Wesley was
entranced by what he was watching wide-eyed before him. "Glad I
insisted you come with me, Son?" Judge LaFleur asked quietly.
"I was just thinking how much I would have missed if you failed to
get a commitment from me, Dad," Wesley replied, "They look like
they belong together as a team. They look perfectly matched. Would
you think bad of me if I said I'm almost jealous of them?" Wesley
asked.
The old judge took a deep breath and sighed, "I'd think some'um's
wrong with you if you didn't feel that way, boy," he replied,
"Does this mean you might be reconsidering Master Billy's offer,
the same business deal, of supplying you with cowboy-slaves if you
join his Grange co-op?" the judge asked.
"Yes, sir, it certainly does. I know you plan to take him up on
his offer, but do you think it might bring up questions of
conflict of interests?" Wesley asked.
"It didn't with our founding fathers of our country. Many were
slave owners. Washington, Jefferson and several other presidents
were slave owners. Our sheriff and his dad took Billy up on his
offer and they's well on their way working toward reaching their
goal. Hell, they even adopted one of the slaves, Everett, as
Buster's boy and the sheriff's younger brother. They must be
getting along pretty good. They sleep in the same bed together.
Don't you think some of them men in Huntsville who are looking at
life sentences or being sold as meat to underground food suppliers
would be better off living on a ranch like ours than rotting in a
cell, day in and day out?" he asked.
"I agree. I'm amazed at what Billy's accomplished in such a short
period of time," Wesley said.
"Are you looking to find your own 'Orville' or 'Everett' Son?" the
judge asked.
"I won't gainsay it, Pa, but you know I ain't one to rush into
nothing," Wesley said and blushed.
"I'm glad to hear you might be changing your perspectives, Son.
I've always been proud of you for choosing to live your life the
way you want and not follow in my footsteps. I think if you keep
looking and be practical, you'll find a good slave to mentor who
will come to love and appreciate you as his master," Judge LaFleur
said and smiled at the erection in his boy's
Wranglers.
Billy stood watching Bubba and Orville fucking and got a
sympathetic erection. It would be difficult not to. He could see
his posse of cowboy-angels in full-bloom in their Wranglers with
wet spots the size of a fifty-cent piece where the head of their
cocks rested. There was a heavy smell of male pheromones and the
strong odor of fresh smegma wafting through the dungeon air. Billy
thought the dungeon always contained a particularly male fragrance
reminding him of dirty old jockstraps from his days in the locker
room when he played football. The dungeon also smelled of old
leather and boots two of Billy's favorite smells.
The giants were shameless and were holding each other playing with
one another. Erin was sitting in his huge mate's lap with Big
Blue's cock sticking up through Erin's legs. Erin held both cocks
in his hands and gently stroked them together.
Billy got a look at his husband out of the corner of his eye, and
could see Boomer looking at him, breathing heavily. He turned and
walked the few steps to him, backed up to his massive body, pulled
his huge furry arms around his front, reached up and kissed his
big beast on the cheek. "While I's watching them two fuck, I got
to think'n, it's been a while for you and me, my good husband," he
whispered. Boomer pulled him close and nuzzled his husband and
master with his huge face but he didn't reply. "Tonight! You! Me!
I'll get Hank and Buck to groom us. We'll let Poly and Cass
entertain Captain Nick with their growing repertoire of cowboys
and giants they managed to talk out of a taste of their blood.
They's like one of them old jute-boxes
they had at every table in a diner back in the forties and fifties
where you drop in a coin and get to hear the song of your choice.
They can keep Captain Nick occupied with a veritable cornucopia of
big cowboys or Kagoli demons to entertain him for an evening. They
told me they last added my uncle and his mate to their
repertoire," Billy said, smiled, and stole a kiss from his
gigantic husband.
"It would be a great thrill for me, Master Billy," Boomer
whispered.
"We done already picked out our own personal apartment in the
giant's wing. Big Blue and some of his trained staff have been
working on it. They told me they finished last Thursday, and it's
ready for our use," Billy said.
"I'll look forward to it, Master Billy," Boomer said quietly.
"So will I, Boom. It's been too damn long," Billy said.
* * * * * * *
Bubba and Orville were in a world of their own? Not really. Even
though they didn't realize it at the time, it was more like they
were the central focus of several universes at the moment of their
historic coupling. In deference to the intergalactic viewers who
were following Bubba and Orville's progress and their bonding,
Billy instructed his staff to install a star-bell to ring at the
successful completion of two men's coupling. Billy and Boomer
stood by ready to ring the bell to remind everyone another star
was being created in the universe at the same moment the two men
reached sexual climax.
<< I can feel everything, Son you, plowing my red Earth
like Adam breaking the soil of E-dan to plant his crops. You can
feel me giving up my life-force to your blade as it demands my
toil to bring us together at this time. I'm ready, my Son, take
from me and make us one. Give us what we both desire completion,
>> Orville sent.
<< We work well together, Pops. We will continue to grow and
work together. Our world has just begun. Open wide, Pa, and
receive your son. We are there, standing on the threshold of
tomorrow. I take you as my surrogate dad and my willing slave.
Come with me, Pops! >> Bubba urged, took three enormous
strokes into Orville's hungry ass, and emptied himself deep into
the big man's compliant gut. Orville could feel everything and his
trigger was switched at the same exact moment as Bubba's, he
arched his back, raised from the table, and shot a load of
slave-come six feet into the air to land somewhere in the darkness
before them. The men collapsed together in a quivering mass of
male flesh enjoying the final moments and glow from the small
death of ejaculation. Billy rang the star-bell and it was done.
"Hosanna!" Billy shouted.
"Hosanna, in the highest!" everyone in the dungeon and in the
auditorium observing shouted in reply. Then the crowd went crazy
with applause, whistles, stomping of boots, throwing of hats, and
general mayhem for the men's successful coupling. A lot of money
changed hands. Many didn't think Bubba could pull it off so to
speak to fuck Orville to the point of making the hard looking
mature man ejaculate without manipulation, but he did, and
accomplished it rather spectacularly.
"Well, what do you think?" Odie Bluetooth asked his little buddy,
Ramrod Randy, who crawled up into Erin's lap during the
proceedings. Big Blue had his arms around both men.
"I think I need to rethink my ideas about ejaculation. I think
them two men just raised the sex act between males to an art form.
It was like Orville became a fine musical instrument and could
only be expected to perform as well as Maestro Bubba played him.
Bubba took his time and built Orville up to a glorious climax.
Together they made beautiful music," Randy said.
Billy made another brief speech welcoming Orville into his family
of slaves. He also made an announcement, the following Sunday, the
family and his slaves would be going to church, but they wouldn't
be available for visitation Sunday afternoon. There were several
matters which needed to be attended to and required his and his
immediate family's attention. He didn't elaborate, but he was
laying the ground work for him and his posse's away mission to
Oregon to help Cousin Cleet and Veed make arrangements to relocate
to Texas.
The men came around to Bubba and Orville to congratulate them and
wish them well. Orville blushed several times. He never
experienced men who displayed such heartfelt generosity of spirit
and purpose to genuinely offer him and Bubba their encouragement
and concern. Not long afterward, the crowd broke up and people
began to leave the ranch. Harlen and Jessie mutually agreed they
would take Daffy and Chloe, and with Bossman Randy's help, they
would gate back to their place in The Woodlands. Their local
stomping of Bigfoot were returned after the
concert the previous afternoon. They were more than a little
impressed by their weekend at the Daniels' ranch and looked
forward to many more.
By the time Kate and her staff got around to setting out a light
supper for the immediate family most everyone departed who came
for the Grand Opening. Even the McMartin's gated back to their
home with their protector to get an early start on the week. Tom
scheduled some important business meetings for the first of the
week.
Wesley LaFleur shook hands with Billy and thanked him again for
his gracious invitation and told him he'd like to talk with him
further about joining and becoming a part of the Daniels' family
of Grange ranchers. Billy told him he would set some time aside during the coming week for them to get together
with him and his staff and discuss it with him.
Bubba and Jack rode back to the Kirkendall ranch with Hoss and
Doug. Bubba was the hero of the afternoon and evening, but the men
went their separate ways. The Daniels' experience could be
overwhelming at times and almost emotionally exhausting. They
needed to get away by themselves to savor and think about the
weekend to put it in perspective. Doug was all the more impressed
with Bubba, and it became obvious to his cousin, the young man was
developing a major crush on the big cowboy.
* * * * * * *
Stan drove him and Cletus into Tall Pine. It was the first time
Cletus got to see the small town. There wasn't really much to it.
It was off the main highway about five miles and was so small it
didn't even have a traffic light. There was no need. Other than
the OTs (out-of-towners) there just wasn't that many vehicles
around. It got pretty active on the weekends, but the rest of the
time traffic was slack. Stan stopped by Gladys Gimble's house on
the way to pick up her and Norman Hoover. The men quickly loaded
Glady's drum-set and Norm's bass in the
back, and they set off for downtown and Nellie's Cantina. They
arrived and got set up about one o'clock in the afternoon. Stan
told everyone, the town folks could come around three or later and
stay as long as they could put up with the noise or Nellie kicked
them out whichever happened first. Stan wasn't shy with the town
folks. They knew who and what Stan and the big ugly hairy Cajun
man was about. Stan introduced Cletus as his husband and that was
it. No one raised an eyebrow. It wasn't as brave as it sounds.
Other than Gladys and Norm there was only Nellie, her teenage son,
Wilbur, who Stan thought was a bit suspect;
a little light in the heels, and looked at Cletus like he would
like to run naked through his fur. Then there was Gower Flint, an
aging rare Earth prospector who helped out around the place for a
room with bath at the back of the
building.
The band got set up on the stage and were ready to play. The stage
was pretty big and ran the width of the building on the back. It
seemed to swallow their small group of four musicians. Norm said
he played mostly classical music but dabbled in jazz and could
improvise pretty well. He allowed he never heard much Cajun music
before, but he was certainly willing to give it a try. After
several false starts, Gladys caught on to the basic Cajun beat,
and she took off. It took Norm a bit longer, but once he got the
simple chordal structure down he began to
shine and could support the bass line like a tuba player in a
German Oompha Beer Garten Band. After about the fifth song they
played, something magical happened. They coalesced into one. They
found their places within the group and no one tried to outshine
the other, except when it came time for Stan or Cletus to take the
lead.
Their audience of three stood with their mouths open. They never
expected anything as wonderful as what they were hearing, and had
to be pried away from listening to get arriving customers a drink
or a snack. The more they played, the more people came from around
town and many from out of town got the news and drove up from
Portland to hear Stan and Cletus Breedlove-Abernathy play Cajun
music. Once the folks got there and listened for a few minutes,
cell phones were whipped out like six-guns at a Western shoot out
and their family and friends were texted and a brief video of the
band was sent. Nellie started making money hand over fist. She
ordered extra beer and wine for the following weekend and
fortunately it arrived that Friday. She quickly ran out of their
current stock and had to break it out, ice it down, and start
selling it. She could always order more. She decided to double
no triple the order for the following weekend. The people moved
the tables around the periphery of the huge rooms and the center
was reserved for dancing.
Surprisingly, there were any number of folks who knew how to dance
Cajun and the others began to copy them. Of course Stan and Cletus
played waltzes, slow-drag rags, polkas, and several different
reels. Sheriff Andreeson and his family arrived around three
o'clock and the party was well underway. Stan stopped the music so
he could escort his buddy Bobby and his family to several seats he
reserved for them right next to the stage. Stan introduced Cletus
to the Andreesons and their boy Bobby. Cletus had a way with
people and Stan learned much from him. He could tame the heart of
the wildest beast or put the most troubled soul at peace. He met
Bobby, and it was love at first sight. Bobby was in love and so
was the giant man. Bobby couldn't take his eyes off Cletus.
Stan took the opportunity to speak to the gathered crowd. The
place was packed. There wasn't a seat at a table and people were
standing everywhere. Stan took the microphone and looked around
the room. "Wow!" he said in awe, and everyone laughed. "Thank you
for coming out to hear us; however, I stressed heavily this is
only a practice session for next Sunday afternoon. I have lived in
the forest in a cabin about twenty miles from here and worked in
this community for over two years now. I brought my husband,
Cletus Abernathy, up here to die. He was severely injured in a
motorcycle accident, and we didn't have the money to fix him up.
Recently, I unexpectedly inherited some funds, and we managed to
get the operation he needed. I'm thrilled to say, he's on the
mend. Cletus, take a bow!" Stan said. Cletus stood, acknowledged
the audience. The people yelled and applauded for him. "Our other
two fine musicians on stage with us is 'Mom' Glady's Gimble who
bakes Mom's pies for the restaurant. Mom is beat'n them drums like
a pro, and our old friend Norm Hoover is on bass
fiddle.
"The purpose of our planned concert next Sunday is a tribute to
this wonderful town and to say thank you for the kindness and
wonderful things many of you have done for us. It's free for the
town folks, but out-of-towers will need to speak with Nellie about
buying tickets for food. The music is free, but me and my husband
will be providing some good down-home Cajun food. So if you like
what you hear be here about the same time next Sunday and we'll
get underway. Now, since one of my favorite people has arrived,
Bobby Andreeson, and his family, let's get down to some fun music and have us a good time," Stan said
and the crowd went nuts.
Cletus stomped his huge cowboy boot four times and they launched
into the Bosco Stomp. The crowd was dancing, laughing, and having
a great time. Most of the restaurant staff was there except the
owner. He couldn't be bothered. Luigi loved the music. Stan and
Cletus even played a couple of Italian tunes. But it was when
Cletus and Stan stood at the microphone together and sang Jolie
Blond in the original Cajun tongue, there wasn't a dry eye in the
place. The audience loved it and made them promise to play it
again. They took a couple of breaks, but they played for
hours.
After a break Stan spoke to the crowd again, "I've been asked
about my square fiddle. There's a story behind it what's sad and
yet somewhat of a miracle. I'm from the severe bible belt in
Texas. My family was hard-core fundamental evangelicals. They
nearly destroyed my older brother who, despite them, became the
greatest athlete the University of Texas ever had, Oatie
Breedlove," Stan said and a mummer went around the room. Obviously
the name rang a bell with several people, "I became friends with a
Cajun boy in high school who's family lived in another small town
about eleven miles away. I would spend most of my time with them,
and they provided a great escape for me. I loved them, and I loved
their music. They taught me to play the fiddle. I asked my mom to
buy me a cheap fiddle, but she refused. Told me only long-haired
homos played the violin. I didn't understand. I had short hair,"
Stan said, and everyone laughed. "Over a period of time, I made
this fiddle by hand, and I'm quite proud of it. It may not be a
looker, but I can get it to sing the sweetest songs for me. By the
way, I left town the day of my graduation and never looked back,
but me and my husband are going back to Texas to my home town
after next Sunday to be reunited with my granddad and my older
brother," Stan said and the audience cheered for him.
Stan decided they should have a name for their band, and someone
suggested since Cletus stomped his big boot to start every tune,
they should be known as the Tall Pine Stompers. They liked that
name and took it on. They played until Nellie ran out of
everything, and folks started to leave. Stan and the band decided
it was time to pack it in for the evening. Norm and Gladys left
their instruments and decided to walk home. Stan and Cletus hung
around for a while talking with several folks from the restaurant
and the Andreesons. Bobby had a big time. He tried his best to
keep time with the music and would almost fall out of his
wheel-chair laughing every time Cletus or Stan would look his way,
wink at him, and grin. The sheriff and his family were thrilled by
the good, clean entertainment. They promised they would return the
following Sunday.
It was still early evening when Stan and Cletus started back to
the cabin, but they had one last stop to make before they left
town. An older couple, Emmett and Fran Fennel, who were at
Nellie's for their practice concert, were the owners of the cabin
where Stan and Cletus were staying. Their son was one of Stan and
Cletus biker buddies who told them they could stay in the cabin
until they got on their feet. Stan already made arrangements for
them to stop by on their way out of town. Fran had fresh coffee
and a big carrot cake
she baked that day she carefully cut and gave to the men to enjoy
with their coffee. They talked about many things, but mostly how
grateful Stan and Cletus were for their kindness and generosity.
Stan pulled an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Mrs.
Fennel. She carefully opened it an saw hundred dollar bills. She
looked at her husband and handed him the envelope.
"There's twenty-four hundred dollars, Mr. Fennel. We figured at a
hundred dollars a month for rent would come to that at the end of
this month. I know you folks done what you did with no
expectations. You are truly good Samaritans, but since we come
into some money, it's the very least we can do to remember those
who helped us in our time of need. We promise we will leave the
cabin in better shape than we found it and hope you enjoy the
improvements we put into the place. We only have one small
request. If we need to get away from it all, we might contact you,
and ask your permission to stay a night or two if it's not being
occupied," Stan said.
"Of course you can, Son," Mr. Fennel said, "We never expected
anything but your thanks. Our boy will be thrilled to hear you men
are doing well. He's supposed to come home this summer for a
spell, and we'll drive out to see the place. We ain't been out
there in years. Thank you for this, Stan. It will come in handy.
You know how hard it is to get by today," he added.
Stan and Cletus stayed only for a brief while after they finished
their coffee and cake. The Fennels promised they would be at the
party the following Sunday. Stan drove the twenty miles back to
the cabin. They were quiet for a while, each enjoying their own
thoughts about the afternoon. Cletus looked over and smiled at his
mate. "I ain't never been so proud of you as I was today, mon
cher. Away from the cabin, you're a different man than you was two
years ago. You're together and more sure of yourself than I can
ever remember. Do you think what we been through was a test?" he
asked.
"Never thought of it that way, Cleet, but you make a good point.
It's something I'll certainly think about. We been through a lot,
but lately I'm encouraged we'll have some blue skies and just
maybe an easier go of it for a while. I know the last two years
solidified our relationship," Stan replied and smiled.
"You got the soul of an old man inside you, Veed, with which I
feel very comfortable. I watched you grow from an unsure young man
to a strong, stalwart, mature man who can scale the highest
mountains. I guess what I'm trying to say is 'thank you for my
life, mon ami, and
I couldn't love you more,'" Cletus said quietly.
"Hesh up, Cleet!" Stan quietly admonished his mate, "I got to get
us home safely, and I can't drive with tears in me eyes. I love
you more than I got words to tell, and I'm so thrilled to have you
back to your old self, I don't want to chance losing you again,
mon cher; however, since we's making observations about each
other, don't know's I can ever remember you playing with more of a
need to sing from your soul than from your fingers. Technically,
you's miles ahead of what you were before the accident. Some of
your playing today transcended a mere mortal playing catchy Cajun
tunes. It was the stuff of angels, Cleet," Stan said.
"I heard it passed around, them folks was say'n the same about
chore' fiddle playing, Veed; your square box must have an angel
trapped inside. I got me an excuse, but you ain't been enhanced
yet. Yours is coming from the remembered pain in your gut, mon
cher. I can only wonder what you'll be like when Master Billy and
his men work you over," Cletus said and laughed.
Stan and Cletus found their Bigfoot family sitting on the porch
waiting for them when they drove up. Cletus gathered their bowls,
fed them, and gave them fresh water to drink. They sat and talked
with Erasmus and the family for a while, then went in to bed. They
didn't make love. They were high from the afternoon and the day
being so successful. Stan had to be at the restaurant at eleven
the next morning. They went to bed and slept peacefully and
content in each other's arms.
End of Chapter 58 ~ Seek Him Who Maketh The Seven Stars
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