WACO’S
LUMMOX
By
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter
5
“I take it you
ain’t from around here, Mr. Long.” Charlie Goodnight asked
smiling at Lazarus.
“Naw, Sir, I’m a
drifter, but once I find a place I’m welcome and I feel comfortable, I
been known to stay for a good while.”
“What can I do
for you, Mr. Long?”
“Well, Sir, me
and my two buddies need a place to stay for a while until I can git me
some transportation. What I need is a good horse, but I’m willing
to work for it and my keep. My partners ain’t slaves, but they’s
comfortable with slave chow. They don’t eat much. We don’t
expect no salary.”
“Where are your
companions, Sir?”
“They’s jes’
over the hill a ways. They’s waiting for me to signal to ‘em if'n
it’ll be all right for ‘em to come meet you.”
“My daddy taught
me to be kind to strangers and hospitable to travelers, so I think it
would be all right for you and yore’ companions to stay for a
while. Why didn’t they come with you?”
“Well, you see,
Mr. Goodnight, they’s kind a’ different. J'ever seen a
Coatimundi, or a Gibbon ape, Sir?”
“Humm, I could
make a bad joke right now, but I won't." Charlie chuckled and
winked at his cowboy brother.
Ranger Gibbons roared with laughter. "Yeah, we see Coatimundies
ever’ now and then. They’s harmless and good vermin
catchers. We leave ‘em alone on the ranch.”
“My buddies is
first cousins to them, but much larger. Sort of like the big
furry man over there next to yore’ boy is first cousin to us.
They’s about the same size as a mountain lion only they ain’t the least
bit dangerous. They’re the last of their species, Mr.
Goodnight. Their land was invaded and their natural habitat was
completely destroyed overnight. They only narrowly escaped
because, by chance, I offered them a lift in my old jalopy. They
been with me ever since. They’s highly evolved, sensitive,
intelligent, and lovable creatures. As a matter of fact, they’s
sometimes awful damn handy to have around, Sir.”
“How’d ju’ know
Waco was my boy, Mr. Long?”
“Why, he’s the
spit’n image of his fine look’n daddy, Mr. Goodnight. Was I
wrong, Sir?”
That got a
couple of chuckles from the men in the crowd.
“Naw, Sir, he be
my son. When do we git to meet chore’ friends, Sir?”
“I can whistle
to ‘em if’n you like, Mr. Goodnight.”
“That’ll be
fine, Mr. Long,— go ahead on.” Charlie said shaking his head and
rolling his eyes like, ‘I know it’s strange, but this hasn’t been a
normal day from the start.’ Ranger was laughing his ass off at
his cowboy brother.
Lazarus stuck
two fingers to his mouth and made a loud whistle. Everyone’s eyes
were focused on the same hill Lazarus came over and soon two small
expressive heads popped up followed by the bodies of two of the most
beautiful animals Charlie Goodnight ever saw. He sucked in a
quick gulp of air into his lungs he was so taken by their beauty.
Lazarus was right. They looked similar to the Coatimundi but they
were considerably larger. They looked like they could have been
also kin to the Racoon or the Red Ringtail Panda. They had more
of a simian face than simply an expressionless animal snout. They
walked on all fours for a while then stood and walked upright like any
human, swinging their long arms gracefully as they more or less glided
than walked. They were incredibly graceful.
Their long,
bushy tails were multicolored in four inch rings; beautiful bright
colors; red, fusca, blue, green, magenta, purple, gold, violet, pink,
brown and yellow. They were arranged in the same order on each
animal. They used their tails for balance when they chose to walk
upright, but when they ran on all fours it was held up and over their
backs in a gentle, graceful curve. They were stunningly beautiful
creatures.
Around their
intelligent eyes were huge rings that made them look like they were
wearing big glasses. One slightly bigger than the other had black
rings around his eyes and the other had dark violet rings that gave it
the look of having a black eye that was not quite healed.
They weren’t the
least bit shy, ran right up to Lazarus and each slipped one of
their small hands into his. They looked up into Lazarus’
eyes, he looked down at each of them and no one watching could
doubt the trust and affection the three held for each other.
There was no question in anyone’s mind they were a team,— bonded
companions. Charlie noticed they had what looked like four
fingers and an opposable thumb. They stood upright, looking at
Charlie blinking their eyes at him from time to time with eyelashes
that looked like they could’ve belonged on a Hollywood beauty queen,
and smiled. Charlie was stunned. They actually smiled at
him.
“Mr. Goodnight,
I’d like you to meet Pong here on my right. Pong, this fine
gentleman is Mr. Goodnight. He’s the owner of this here ranch.”
The creature
moved a step away from Lazarus, clasped his two small hands together
and bowed deeply to Charlie.
“It’s considered
polite to return their bow, Mr. Goodnight.” Lazarus
whispered. Charlie put his hands together, bowed and spoke to the
creature.
“Welcome to the
Goodnight ranch, Mr. Pong.”
“Just ‘Pong,’
Mr. Goodnight. They don’t use honorifics, Sir.”
“Do they speak?”
“No, Sir, but
they understand our language perfectly. They have other
talents. They communicate in other ways.”
Pong moved back
and took Lazarus’ hand again.
“Mr. Goodnight,
may I present Pong’s mate, and may I say, the better looking of the
two, Ping.”
The other animal
looked up at Lazarus, blinked her beautiful eyes as any human woman
might and responding to his flattery, her pink nose began to turn
bright red. Lazarus winked at her and smiled.
“I embarrassed
her, Mr. Goodnight,— she’s blushing.” Charlie couldn’t help but
chuckle.
Ping moved
slightly away from Lazarus, put her hands together and made a much more
graceful bow than her mate. Charlie followed suit and returned
Ping’s bow. Charlie was captivated by her and got the biggest
grin on his face.
“Welcome to the
Goodnight ranch, Ping, and I think Mr. Long is correct. While
your mate, Pong, is a handsome feller, you're the better looking of
the two.” Ping got a huge grin on her face and again her nose
turned bright red.
“I don’t think
that reaction needs any explanation, Mr. Goodnight,— do you?”
Lazarus asked rhetorically, “You’ve won her heart, Sir.” Lazarus
chuckled.
“You mentioned
they have certain other talents, Mr. Long?”
“Please, Mr.
Goodnight, call me Lazarus.”
“Thank you,
Lazarus.” Lazarus noted Mr. Goodnight didn’t offer him the same
courtesy, neither did he expect it. Lazarus was well aware of
Western customs and protocol, Charlie Goodnight was the owner of
the
ranch and should be shown the respect he deserves. Lazarus would
gladly pay him that tribute for as long as he remained at the ranch.
“Please,— allow
my companions to demonstrate for you good folks. Ping.
Pong. The white truck and horse trailer,— turn them around so
they’re headed out of the property.”
Angus started to
say something, but Ping walked up to him and simply stroked his arm in
a comforting gesture. She smiled at him and he nodded for her to
do what she wanted, he was as curious as the rest of the folks.
The two animals scurried over toward Angus’ truck and horse
trailer. They stopped about twenty feet from them, stood on their
hind legs and using their hands, cupped them and looked like they were
scooping something up that was invisible to the folks. All of a sudden
Angus’ truck and trailer began to rise off the ground to the stunned
gasps from the crowd. Ping and Pong didn’t stop until the
vehicles were about four feet in the air. Pong stood still with
his arms extended. Ping ran over to the front of the truck and
with one tiny hand began to push the side of the truck.
The people
watched as the huge trailer and truck slowly turned a hundred and
eighty degrees so it was heading out of the property. Ping rushed
back over next to her mate, extended her arms and the two slowly
lowered the two vehicles to the ground without so much as a grain of
dust arising from the landing. They turned to the crowd, put
their hands together and bowed again. This time Angus bowed to
them and thanked them for turning his truck and trailer around.
They saved him the trouble of having to do it.
“So as you can
see, Mr. Goodnight, they would be a great help during haying season, or
for any other project you may have that might require a lot of lifting.”
“How did they do
that?” Charlie asked not really expecting an answer.
“I assure you,
Mr.
Goodnight, I have no idea. They tried to explain it to me one
evening, and I had a headache for two days afterward. It has
something to do with the physical amplification of applied mental
processes. All I know is they can do it, and it’s a handy talent
to have.”
“I have to
agree, Lazarus.” Charlie said in awe. Everyone gathered
agreed with him.
Ping and Pong
spied Ox and looking first at Lazarus to gain his approval, he nodded
to them and they were away. They were all over Ox like they were
so glad to see him again. Pong was perched on his big shoulder
while Ox caught up Ping and cradled her in his huge arm tickling her
tummy with his other big paw. They were tickling him, hugging him
and generally making over him like anyone would an old friend.
Waco and Rabbit could hear their small, high pitched voices.
<<
Garron! Garron! I told Pong I thought it was you, but he
told me ‘no’ you have more fur than that. It is you! It’s
so wonderful to see you again. I’ve been so worried. Pong
told me you would be all right, but I was afraid for you. >>
<< I’m
fine, Ping. It’s so good to see you two again. I’m with
people who are loving and caring folks. They rescued me from a
terrible place and I’ve become their slave. I’m well and enjoying
myself. I have three wonderful young men to take care of, teach
and work for. Two, of which, are listening to our conversation at
this moment. >> They looked over to Waco, Rabbit and Travis
and smiled. They immediately ran to Waco and Rabbit.
<< You
who-muns hear Ping? >> The pretty female asked looking deep
into Waco’s eyes.
<< Yes,
Rabbit and I hear you very well, Ping. My dad was right, you are
the better looking one, but I think Pong is very handsome, too. >>
<< I agree
with my Master, Ping. You are beautiful. >> allowed
Rabbit and smiled at her. The boys heard a definite female giggle
and her nose lit up like a light bulb. The next thing the boys
knew they were all over them hugging and kissing. Pong was just
as affectionate as Ping. The boys fell in love with them and they
could hear Lazarus and Ox laughing in their minds. Poor Travis
didn’t have a clue about the exchange that was going on, but he was
aware of Waco and now Rabbit’s abilities. Travis followed Waco
and Rabbit’s lead.
<< One you
call ‘Travis,’ him no hear Ping or Pong? >> asked Ping
looking deeply into Travis’ eyes. She looked concerned or
troubled for him.
<< Not
yet, but I think that’s only because he’s young and hasn’t
learned. Rabbit is a bit older than Travis and he’s of a
different race of humans. He comes from a people who have talked
with spirits and animals for hundreds of years. >>
<< No
worry. Not take long. We teach silent Travis to speak and
hear. >> Said Pong.
<< I’m
sure he’d love that, Pong.>>
<< It
makes you feel like you ain’t so much alone no more,— don’t it, Master
Waco. >> Rabbit grinned.
<< It
shore’ does, Rabbit. You ain’t alone no more, either, little
buddy. >>
Ping and Pong
understood the loving exchange between the boys clasped their hands
together, tilted their heads slightly and sighed like any human
might. Suddenly Waco had an uncontrollable urge to kiss Rabbit
and Rabbit shared the same desire. As if in a dream the two boys
moved slowly to each other in an embrace and began a kiss that
surpassed anything either ever experienced before. It was like
they were removed from time and space and were floating in their own
vortex of gentle understanding for each other. Waco allowed his
goodness, passion for life, his strength, intelligence and compassion
to flow into Rabbit. Rabbit returned what
he could of his own innate strengths, hard learned truths of life, and
his raw courage to Waco. Waco was stunned by the smaller boy's
depth of spirit and delved into him like a mystical tome which held
the secrets of the known universe.
Their dicks got
roaring hard for each other,— harder than either could ever remember
them being before,— so hard it was borderline painful. There was
no doubt in Rabbit’s mind he would lay his body and soul at this young
cowboy’s boots and beg him to take him. He fell to Waco’s feet in
the West Texas dust and lovingly kissed each of his fine looking
boots. Rabbit seemed in no hurry to complete his quest, he was
participating not in a obeisance but a communion much deeper than can
ever be fathomed by mere ritual. He rose to a sitting
position before Waco and found his waiting hand. The small boy
took it, lovingly kiss the back and slowly but purposely brought it to
his forehead. Waco was in no rush to complete this moment of
bonding between them. He looked down at Rabbit and smiled.
<< Come to
my arms, brother,— show me your love. >>
Their spirits
were engulfed in another passionate kiss that neither felt embarrassed
by. They didn’t care if God himself had come to Earth at that
moment to watch. (Which, of course, unknown to them, he
had.) It was obvious to everyone watching, the two boy bonded in
that moment. They communicated with each other as their kiss grew
more passionate.
<< You
will never be alone again, my brother. The Great Father as my
witness, I promise you. >>
<< I never
wanted to be no man’s slave, Master Waco. An Indian is born to be
free, Sir. What’s happening to me? Why do I feel this
way? You and your dad? Your uncle, Master Angus? Mr.
Gibbons? Travis? JR? Na-tonk-ka-wee-ka? I want so much to
belong,— yet I wanna' be free. I truly want to become a good
slave for you and Master Goodnight, but I know I can’t have it both
ways. >>
<< Why
not, little brother? Why can’t you have it both ways? Give
us a chance. ‘At’s all we ask. >>
“So much for any
thoughts of Rabbit running away.” bellowed Angus as he laughed, “I’m
taking odds on the kid making this ranch his home.” Angus had a
big grin on his face as wide as Texas.
“Yeah, h’it’s
good to see,— ain’t it, brother?” asked Ranger.
“Damn
good! ‘At boy needs family. He needs a home.” added
Angus.
“All right,
Ping! Enough, Pong!” Lazarus yelled at the creatures.
“You’ve just seen one of their other talents or means of communication
my companions are blessed with, gentlemen. I was a’ fix’n to tell
you about it, but you jes’ witnessed it happened. They can
produce any type of pheromone,— that’s a strong scent,— to enhance or
strengthen any emotional bond between two humans or any other animals
for that matter.
Ping and Pong
just witnessed a wonderful moment between the young master and his new
slave. They were impressed and deeply touched by their sentiment
to one another and sent the corresponding pheromones out to the
boys. While it strengthens the bond, it also acts like an
aphrodisiac. No, that ain’t quite right neither. H’it ain’t
so much a sexual stimulant as it is a deep gut felt need to share love
with someone. With them two around, you don’t never need no pill
to keep yore’ soldier saluting, gentlemen. You will stand more
proud than you ever have in yore’ life for as long as you need
it. I don’t much let’em do it to me no more. I damn near
screwed myself to death one evening, but that's a story for another
time. While it was a wonderful experience, ‘at’s not the way I
wanna’ go.” Lasurus confided confidentially to the men and
laughed. There were several nervous chuckles and Angus laughed
out loud, but there wasn’t a man who wasn’t curious.
“Were they
responsible for me making the decision to be hospitable to you and
them, Lazarus?” Charlie asked him.
“‘At’s a good
question, Mr. Goodnight, and certainly one you have a right to
ask. The answer is ‘no.’ I would never allow them to do
something like that. That’s deceitful and underhanded. H’it
jes’ ain’t the cowboy way. I’ve taught them better’n ‘nat.
You graciously and generously offered your hospitality to us because
that’s the kind of man you are, Sir. You are, indeed, yore’
father’s son, Mr. Goodnight.”
“Although our
dad was a good man, Lazarus, I didn’t learn it from him. I
learned it from the big cowboy standing to your immediate right,— my
big brother, Angus. I have him to thank for anything I am as a
man today. I have always strived to be as good a man as Angus,
but I’m afraid I fall far short of the mark. Nevertheless, the
one thing my daddy did teach me was to set my goals a little higher
than I might ever be able to achieve. Trying to be as fine a man
as ma’ brother has always been jes’ out ‘a ma’ reach; however, it’s a
goal I keep striving for.”
“Then I would
say it’s a noble ambition, Mr. Goodnight, and you’re a very lucky man,
Sir, to have such a wonderful brother and role model.”
“I am, indeed,
Sir. I thank God for him ever’ day of my life.”
Angus walked
over to Charlie, stood in front of him and looked deeply in his
eyes. The big cowboy threw his arms around his brother and almost
squeezed the life out of him in a huge bear hug.
“You’re ever’
bit as good a man as I am, little brother, and don’t chu’ never forgit
it.” Angus spoke softly as he bussed a kiss behind his brother’s
ear. “All these years you been my strong right arm. You’re
the one person I could always count on though good times and bad.
I would lay down my life for you and Waco, I love you that gotdamn
much, Charlie.”
“That ain’t half
as much as I love you, bubba. I meant ever damn word I
said!” Charlie replied quietly but forcefully. “You will
always be my hero.”
Lazarus made a
mental note to have a good talk with his companions.
* * * * * * *
“Forgive my lack
of manners, Lazarus, have you and your companions eaten lately.
We have all sort of food and drink available if you like. I think
Ms. Wallace and her staff are about to serve a simple meal of leftovers
from my boy’s birthday party today. As usual I had them prepare
more food than was necessary, but it’s always nice to have a bit for
later. Do Ping and Pong eat human food as well?”
“Naw, Sir, they
pretty much stick to slave chow. It meets their dietary
requirements, and they ain’t developed more sophisticated taste.
A cup of slave chow and a biscuit will make them happy. I’ve
lived on slave chow for long periods of time when other food wasn’t
available. It’s monotonous, but it ain’t so bad. I’ve seen
some rough times I would a’ sold my soul for a cup of slave chow, Mr.
Goodnight.”
“Meaning no
disrespect, Lazarus, but have you ever been a slave?”
“Yes, Sir, many
years ago, Mr. Goodnight, when I was a much younger man; however, that
was a different time and a different society. I was rescued from
slavery and set free by another race of people when my Master’s country
was invaded, and he was killed. He was a good Master, Mr.
Goodnight. He was a good man. I remember him to this day
with a great deal of fondness. He was like you and your brother,
Mr. Goodnight, he treated his slaves like family. His immediate
family came first, but he was deeply concerned and took good care of
his slaves. I fought for his life, but I lost. I was proud
to be his slave, Sir. I’m not ashamed to tell you I’m still proud
to have served him.”
“That’s pretty
remarkable, Lazarus. You must have an interesting past.”
“I’ve done a few
things in my life, Sir. Some I’m proud of and some I ain’t so
proud of, but I’ve always tried to err on the side of goodness and it’s
kept me going so far.”
“Come, I’ll have
my son feed and water your friends. You and your companions may have to
bunk it in the barn for a couple of nights until we can make other
arrangements. My son was blessed with two unexpected slaves today
and we haven’t discussed where we’re going to put them. I bought
the giant for him only yesterday. Waco heard him calling to him
in distress at the auction center. He rescued him from
there. I probably paid too much for him but the dealer brought my
son the Indian boy to make up for him. The other boy was living
with his parents on my cowboy brother’s ranch next to ours. He
and Waco have been buddies since before they started school. Waco
and Travis love each other very much. He was one of Waco’s
birthday gifts today.”
Lazarus had been
aboard his ship for a long time and while the food from the replicators
was good, and he tweeked it to his taste, it was still lacking in the
taste and fineness of human prepared food. The left over food for
Waco’s birthday was like ambrosia to him. Ms. Wallace and her
crew set out food for the remaining family and close
friends. A few picked at the food, but most were too full from
earlier. Lazarus ate heartily, but only drank iced tea.
Charlie reminded
Waco it was chore time and would he please feed their guest, Ping and
Pong a cup of slave chow and a biscuit. Waco led his posse off to
do the chores. He also fed his ‘Lummy’ while he was taking care
of the other animals.
Lazarus took his
plate of food to sit down at a table with a young slave he admired
when he first came upon the group of ranchers. Before he could
sit down the slave stopped eating his food, was up out of his chair,
took Lazarus’ plate and drink from him and sat it on the table across
from his. He turned and knelt in the dust at Lazarus feet.
“Permission to
pay homage to your boots, Master?” Shane asked him.
“Permission
granted, slave.” Lazarus replied.
Shane kissed
each of Lazarus boots and sat back on his heels, he took Lazarus’ hand
and kissed the back and placed it to his forehead.
“I’m sorry,
slave, I’m new around these here parts. I don’t know the proper
response a free man is suppose to give a slave at this moment.
Please, can you help me out here?”
“Certainly,
Master, you’re suppose to say, ‘Rise, slave, and show me your love.’”
“So let it be
done, slave.” Lazarus smiled at him and Shane got to his
feet, threw his arms around Lazarus and kissed him right on the
mouth. Lazarus didn’t hesitate to return the fine looking slave’s
kiss. He could feel Shane’s rock hard, highly developed body
against his and his two thousand, two hundred and nineteen year old
cock suddenly found new life. The young slave was stunning.
They finally broke off their kiss.
“Thank you for
that, young man. Now may we sit down and eat our food?”
Shane smiled at
him and nodded. He pulled Lazarus’ chair out from the table and
motioned for him to sit. When Lazarus sat down, Shane pushed his
chair closer to the table for him.
“Thank you,
slave.”
“It’s an honor
to serve you, Master.”
“You seem to be
a very well trained slave, young man. What’s yore’ name, Son?”
No one had
called Shane ‘son’ in a long time and it made Shane feel good for the
handsome cowboy to refer to him as such.
“My name’s
Shane, Master Long. I know your name because I overheard your
conversation with my older brother, Master Goodnight.”
“Mr. Goodnight
is your brother?” Shane nodded as he was chewing some food, “So,—
who owns you, Shane?”
“My oldest
brother, Master Angus.”
“That must be
tough.”
“Not at all,
Master. It was powerful bad the first three months of my
enslavement; however, since that time it’s been smooth sailing. I
look back on it now, and I remember hating what they put me through,
but
today I can say I’m glad they done it. I understand now why they
had to do it. I thank God ma’brothers loved me enough to buy me
and
treat me like any other slave rather than in name only. I’s so
lost and hardheaded I couldn’t see what I’d become. I couldn’t
see what they’s try’n to do for me. I think about the person I
was back then, and I wanna’ crawl in a hole from embarrassment. I
cost my family a lot, Master Lazarus. It took almost three full
months to break me, but once they did, I didn’t have me no more
problems.”
“Yeah, it was
the same with me. I guess that period of time for a slave is
standard throughout the universe. It can be pert-damn bad.”
“You been a
slave, Master?”
“Yes, I have,
Son,--- when I's a young man about your age.”
“Was it on this
world, Master Long?”
Shane smiled at
Lazarus. Lazarus looked up from his food into Shane’s eyes.
He saw only goodness and trust.
“How did you
know, Son?”
“I know yore’
companions ain’t from this world. You come walk’n up after that
huge spaceship done flew over. You don’t know the proper response
for a Master, and yore’ boots ain’t made of real leather. They
look real enough nobody else can tell the difference, but I can.
A slave learns the smell and taste of a man’s boots better’n
anybody. Each man’s boots smells and tastes differently. I
can identify every man’s boots here today while blindfolded. I
made my masters a couple hundred bucks on a bet once; but don’t worry,
Master, another thing a slave learns is to keep his mouth shut.”
“I’d appreciate
it, Shane. You’re right, Son, it wasn’t on this planet.
You’re very observant. I remember my time as a slave, my senses
of observation became highly developed. It never leaves you, even
if you become a free man again.”
“Was it bad for
you, Sir?”
“Like you, the
first three months were pert-damn rough, but once I settled into the
idea I was a slave and there weren’t much I could do about it, things
got a lot better almost immediately. Once I learned what was
expected of me to survive, I done it. I came to love my
Master. He was a good man. He was concerned and took good
care of his slaves. I just told Mr. Goodnight I ain’t ashamed to
say I’m proud to have been his slave. How ‘bout you?”
“I love my
brother with all ma’heart, Sir. After I realized what he was
trying to do for me, things got easier for me.”
“I know he
didn’t have you enslaved.”
“Naw, Sir, I
done a pert-damn good job of that myself. I was sentenced ten to
fifteen for petty theft, destruction of property and drug
possession. I’m jes’ about to finish up my fifth year; one more
week. H’it’s gone by so fast I’m afraid the other five’s gonna’
go at the same speed. I’ll turn around twice and be looking at
having to be a free man again.”
“You don’t sound
like a man what’s looking forward to becoming a free man, Son.”
“Naw, Sir.
Scares the shit out a’ me. I have a horrible fear of going back
to being the asshole I was before, always blaming ever’body else for my
problems and the trouble I got myself into. I don’t never wanna’
be that way again, Master Long. I didn’t like who I was. I
didn’t like me. I still got a long way to go, but I like myself
as a slave. I’m comfortable being a slave, Sir. Can you
understand that?”
“Of course I
can, Shane. I was comfortable being a slave. I still have
fond memories of those days as some of the best of my life. I
didn’t have a care in the world other than to please my master.
He was a fine man and didn’t overwork his slaves. He provided for
us and saw to our needs. H’it ain’t like you’re in a prison or a
cage. You’re out in the fresh air, you know what you’re suppose
to do everyday, you feel secure and needed. You don’t have to
face all the problems free men do. You’re sort of living in a
cocoon.”
“Only someone
what's been a slave would understand what you jes’ said, Master
Lazarus. I done me a lot a’ think’n about it. If’n I’s to
become a free man, I’d have to go out into the world and fend for
myself. Being a slave, I’m taken care of. I have to work
hard, but my Masters work right along side of us slaves. At the
end of the day, they’s as dirty as we are. I ain’t got me no
personal possessions. A slave ain’t allowed to own nothing, but I
look back on all the stuff my brother bought me over the years, and it
didn’t bring me happiness. I was still miserable.
Even though
Master Angus don’t show me no special favors, I know he loves me.
He ain’t never said he loves me since I become his slave, but I know
he’s proud of me. It’s the little things he does he don’t think I
notice. Like sometimes we’ll be walk’n along together talk’n, and
he’ll put his big hand on ma’shoulder like they’s something special
between us and walk along for a while that a’ way. He
don’t do it to
none of the other slaves. I get fed good, I get a lot of
exercise, and I’m loved and appreciated by my family. What more
could I want, Master Long?”
“You got a
point, Son. Does he take special privileges with you?”
“You mean does
he order me to suck his dick and does he fuck me in my butt,
Sir?” Shane grinned mischievously at his crudeness.
“I apologize, I
guess it was rude of me to ask, Shane. You don’t have to answer
if’n you don’t want to, Son.”
“I’s jes’ fun’n
wit’cha, Master Long. Of course he does. I ain’t ashamed of
it. I’m a slave. It’s jes’ expected a Master’s gonna’ use
his slaves anyway he chooses and, that includes taking care of his
dick. I was straight when I’s first enslaved, but I guess I ain’t
no more. Wouldn’t wanna’ be now. I hated it at first and
thought it was powerful meanspirited of ma’brother to take advantage of
me like that.
Then I got to
think’n he told me he weren’t gonna’ show me no special
privileges. He fucks his other slaves, why shouldn’t he fuck
me? Now I can’t git enough of him. If’n he don’t let me
suck him off ever’ other day or so or fucks me real good a couple of
times a week I git depressed. He don’t allow nobody else to have
me except his foreman you met, Master Birdsall.”
“Ah, yes, the
buffed out cowboy sitting over there with your brother. I’m
beginning to see a pattern here. He’s responsible for your
remarkable body. He’s in love with you and has made you into the
slave-partner he wants.”
“Yes, Sir, I
guess he has at that. Although he don’t never tell me he loves
me. He don’t have to. I know.” Shane grinned.
“Do you love
him, Son?”
“With all ma’
heart, Master Long. ‘At’s another reason I ain’t looking forward
to my freedom. I might have to leave the ranch and him. I
don’t think I could do that, Master Long. I’m so in love with the
man, I’d lay down my life for him in a heartbeat. I been think’n
a lot lately about give’n ma’self to my brother for life.”
“‘Sounds like
you got it pert-damn bad, Son, but I know what you mean. I been
there ma’self a couple a’ times. I’ve had me a lot of loves in my
years and for all the women I had and loved I ain’t never loved me one
like I loved a couple of ma’buddies. There’s jes’ some’um about
male bonding what wrap yore’ guts around yore’ heart and yore’
dick.” Lazarus got a far away look in his eyes as he recalled his
last partner he had to leave behind.
“Can I ask where
you’re from, Master Long, and what chore’ business is here?”
“Sure, I’ll tell
you. I hope it’s between us for now. I don’t think nobody
would believe you if’n you was to tell ‘em anyway, but as long as you
don’t, I know I got me friend I can talk with I can trust. I
originally came from Texas many years ago before I escaped from the
Earth and went out into the universe to find myself. It’s been a
long journey. Not just space hoping but going traveling in time
as well.
I was the
product of a breeding program, what bred people for longevity. In
other words they were looking for a longevity gene. I was a
member of a carefully bred, genetically engineered family who lived
incredibly long lives. I’ve lived so long you probably wouldn’t
believe me if’n I’s to tell you.”
“Please, try me,
Sir, since I never paid attention in school I’ve read a lot since I was
enslaved and by accident found me some obscure books on the science of
eugenics. I read about this family named Howard. Among them
was the mention of a Woodrow Wilson Smith who reportedly lived a very
long life. It weren’t clear when this man started his journey or
if he’s still alive. They’s no way to judge how old he might be
by today’s calendar.”
“Where did you
find this book, Son?”
“Buried under a
chicken roost on our ranch in an old brooder house what got struck by
lightening and burned down. It was my job to clean it up and git
rid of the remaining charred wood and stuff. Master Angus wanted
his slaves to build another, only bigger and better than the old
one. As I was preparing the ground for laying out the foundation,
my rake uncovered the top of a metal box. I got a shovel and dug
it up. I quickly hid it so no one would know I found it and got
back to my work.
I came back to
it later. It had an old rusted lock on it I managed to knock off
with a hammer in the workshop. In it was some papers and a
book. The papers were in some strange writing that looked a
little like hieroglyphics, but the book was in English. I didn’t
understand all of it, because I didn’t have no point of reference for
the life of Mr. Smith.”
“That’s
amazing. In all my years I’ve experienced things like this where
I’ll start talking to someone and be serendipitously linked to them
somehow. I’ve always felt it was a lot more’n just fate. I
was a part of the Howard family, Son. I am Woodrow Wilson
Smith. I changed my name many years ago to Lazarus Long and have
gone by that name ever since, because of the hatred that arose for the
Howard family in later centuries to yours. Have you ever heard an
old county Western tune, ‘I’m My Own Grandpaw’?
Shane shook his
head affirmative. He had heard the song.
“It’s a bit of a
whimsical paradox; however, that’s exactly what happened to me.
Many centuries from now mankind discovers time travel is only a simple
matter of shifting dimensions, but until recently it’s been a one way
trip. I traveled back in time to the early nineteen hundreds,
fell in love with a woman I wanted to live her life with and became a
successful rancher. Our only child was me. I brought back
with me the longevity genes I acquired over two thousand years in the
future to inject into myself, which naturally, I inherited. I’ve
lived so long and thought I’d done everything there was to do.
I’ve been an actor, musician, beggar, farmer, priest, pilot,
politician, con artist, gambler, doctor, lawyer, banker, merchant,
soldier, electronics technician, mechanic, restaurateur, investor, and
slave. I was once the manager of a whorehouse on Mars.
After living all these lives, I became bored with living.
I felt like I’d
done it all. I convinced myself I didn’t wanna’ live no
more. I was on my deathbed, contemplating the wonders of the
afterlife,— the final frontier,— the ultimate graduation. I was
there standing on the brink of forever. I was longing for it,— I
could hear it calling to me,— my ancestors and loved ones were reaching
out to take my hand,— and at the last moment, before the big hand
reached ‘eternity,’ my damn family had me rejuvenated another time
against my will. They promised me they had something else for me
to do what would be interesting and this is it. To come back in
time to live among the folks I came from and rescue them from the final
apocalypse that’s to occur on Earth in the early twenty-first
century. Sort of a Noah’s ark of the future. I’m twenty-two
hundred and nineteen years old, Son.”
Shane sat there
looking at Lazarus for a minute.
“Who was your
mother, Sir?”
“Ah, a
test. Good for you, Shane. My mother’s name is Maureen
Johnson. She's the woman I came back in time for, fell in love
with,
and had a child by her.”
“Where was she
born, Sir?”
“Still not
convinced? I probably wouldn’t be either. She was born in
Thebes, Lyle County, Missouri on July 4, 1882. She later married
Brian Smith in 1898 and moved with him to Kansas City; however, he
divorced her to marry their daughter-in-law, Marian Hardy Smith.
My mother kept the Smith name. She would have died in a traffic
accident in 1982 had she not been rescued by myself and the crew of the
‘Gay Deceiver’ ship. She became a rejuvenator and it was my own
blessed mother and lover who insisted on having me rejuvenated another
time.
I’ve been sent
back to Earth to live here among you people for a number of years until
the final apocalypse occurs, to gather the good folks of this world
and relocate them until the fighting is over. Them self-righteous
bible thumpers what's left
behind will shore' be a' wonder'n why, but they'll be exterminated like
vermin. Then later, we’ll return the folks who wanna'
return so’s they can start a New Earth.”
Shane’s mouth
dropped open.
“Close your
mouth, Son. Somebody might get suspicious.” Lazarus grinned
at Shane.
“My God in
heaven.” Shane said quietly.
“I’ve often
thought he might be, but I’ve been proven wrong before.” Lazarus
tossed off as he took a bite of his supper.
“I won’t ask no
more questions, Master Long, but I do have one thing what’s bothering
me, Sir,— ” Shane trailed off his words quietly like he was
afraid to hear the answer.
“Yes, you will
be saved, Son. You will come with me along with your beloved
brother and all his family. Your names are in my book, I’ve come
back for you. You will go on to establish a dynasty of good,
strong, solid, hardworking people who will become, in every sense of
the word, the salt of the Earth. You will live far longer than
you ever thought possible.”
“Then you coming
to this ranch today ain’t no accident.”
“No, Son, it’s
been carefully planned for well over two thousand years. You see
the future ain’t set like some might think. There are an
unbelievable number of parallel universes out there, all rolling along
side by side, just slightly out of sync with one another so’s they
don’t get all tangled up. We can chart and keep track of at least
eleven on either side of the time spectrum we exist in. Beyond
that it gets fuzzy.
Once in a while
they do get tangled up and people get lost in the shift; however, as a
general rule what might or might not happen today will be the outcome
of another possible future. It all comes down to the basic idea
of pantheistic sollipsism, whatever future you might imagine is
possibly
out there somewhere rolling along next to this one, or several removed
like a distant cousin. And that ain’t just the reality of day to
day things like us sitting here eating and talking to one another,—
it’s anything you can create with your mind. You make the future
happen.”
“Am I dreaming
this, Master Long? Is it a dream I’ve had? Or is it a dream
I’d like to be living in?”
“I won’t say
‘no’ to any of those questions, because there’s a different answer to
each one, but only one answer for all of them,— there are no
certainties in any dimension of any parallel universe; some, more or
less than others. This one we’re living in is pretty good, but
there’s several much better,— others, ain’t so good.
It’s like if
some fool were writing a story about you and me sitting here talking
with each other under what might seem to the rest of the world like the
product of someone’s fertile imagination depending upon the reader’s
mood at the moment or what he had for lunch. They might easily
chalk it all up to science fiction hogwash. It’s only someone’s
fantasy. It couldn’t happen! But, here we are
talking, eating and enjoying each others’ company, but that person who
picks up the story and reads it, he or she can enter our universe for a
while to ride along with us and experience some of the things we see
and feel,— all the while, living a life apart from ours we don’t know
about,— one we can’t imagine.
It’s like our
lives would be the ocean, but they’re on a surfboard riding the crest
of our wave, experiencing the power and the wonder of another universe
they can’t imagine, but they can only see the wave. They have no
idea of the depth that lays under their surfboard; however, by the same
token, their existence would be unfathomable to us,— yet, the author of
our story has created a tiny window they can look in on us and watch
our lives unfold. Only a surfboard separates us when they want to
ride. To say nothing of their vicarious response to us having sex
with one another. Unfortunately, some only want to watch us do
the nasty and don’t really care much about our lives.
The question
remains, what would we like them to see of our world? What would
we like for them to know about us? What can we offer them they
don’t have in their world to keep them interested in finding out more
about ours? Even, how much do we want them to know about our
world? Why should we care? But most of all, what makes them
want to live in our world vicariously though us? None, of which,
have easy answers. Perhaps no answer is necessary. Perhaps
the question is the answer. Could it be, a point in every
direction is better than no point at all?”
Certain tribes
of aborigines believe this existence is all a dream and what we dream
is the real world; we’re only dreaming this existence. Never
underestimate the wisdom, knowledge or comprehension of what might seem
to us less highly developed cultures. Many times they have far
greater understanding of the cosmos than technologically advanced
modern man.
There is a world
which exists within the heart of every man that no other man may
touch. It is the world he wants to live in, but can’t because of
the one he’s traveling in; however, by his mere belief that it could
be, will make it so. It’s not the dreams of Gods what creates
universes, Son, it’s the dreams of any common man who creates any world
what will fulfil his desire,— his need for bliss. After all,
ain’t that the reason man created his Gods, to have an excuse to blame
someone when things go bad for them. How many times have you
heard someone say, “It’s God’s will”? You and me, Son,— we are
the alpha and omega of our own universe. What we dream can become
reality somewhere else.
Late twenty-first and twenty-second century scientist tried to find a
unifying theory that would explain everything in the universe.
The closest they ever came was string theory, and it was so complicated
few understood it. When they did, it created more questions than
it answered and little of a concrete nature came of it. What they
didn’t know at the time was the universe acted differently in each
dimension. Different laws applied while some remained the
same. The faster they ran the behinder they got. Something
like that. It wasn’t until they fully understood chaos theory
that bits and pieces began to come together into a greater picture of
the binding stuff that forms the glue that holds it all together.
A paradox wrapped in an enigma wrapped in a conundrum. I’m not
sure I understand it all to this day, and I’ve sat in front of
educators for days. Probably Lewis Carroll came closest, and he
wasn’t even a scientist. He was an addled brain writer who smoked
opium. A bit of a genius, though. I named my ship “The
Bandersnatch” in his memory.
“Then you ain’t
no alien what’s gonna’ rip away yore’ flesh and eat my face off with
one a’ yore’ tentacles?” Shane grinned at him mischievously.
“Naw, but if’n
yore’ master’s a generous man,— I’d be right proud to have you to sit
on mine.” Lazarus grinned real big at Shane.
Shane sat there
dumbfounded. It took him a moment to realize what Lazarus
said. When it came to him, he let out a whoop you could’ve heard
for miles. He started laughing and almost fell off his
chair. His two masters were looking over at the table where he
and Lazarus were sitting and wondered about the men’s intense
conversation. Angus couldn’t
remember hearing his little brother laugh like that in the five years
he’d owned him. Once he was broken, Shane was always a very
quiet, well mannered slave not prone to outbursts of emotion. It
did Angus’ heart good to hear his little brother enjoying himself with
the handsome stranger. He thought about the day and how he was a
bit hard-nosed to his slave-brother that morning. He began to
question himself whether he should let up a little on Shane.
‘Hell,
no!’ Angus thought to himself, ‘What chu’ been doing all this
time is working. You have a little brother who's controlled,
sensitive to others’ needs, a hard worker, honest, clean and loves his
family. To say nothing of the sexual fulfilment his mouth and ass
have brought you more times than you can count. You also love him
more than words can convey, but you can’t never let chore’ guard
down. That would only confuse him. You would be sending him
mixed signals. That ain’t what that boy needs and you know
it. You been there, done that! H’it didn’t work then, and
it won’t work now!
As much as you
hate to admit it, you finally became the daddy that kid needed all
along. He needs this. He needs you to be strong for him,
Angus. You can’t back down now. At least, not for five more
years.” and then the same old panic came over him and sent chills up
his strong back, “Oh, Dear God above! What in heaven’s name will
I do without him should he choose to go? Have I been wrong about
them other slave owners I thought were unscrupulous by having their
slave’s indenturement changed to life? Did some come to love
their slave so much they couldn’t imagine a life without them?
Will I be tempted? Please, dear God, help me! I ain’t as
strong as others think I am.’
Angus would be
tempted. It would be so easy,— such a simple thing. All he
had to do was have a heart-to-heart talk with the judge who was an old
school chum, rodeo buddy of his, and it would be done. He would
never question Angus’ word Shane was completely incorrigible and
couldn’t be trusted back into society as a free man. There would
be no court hearing. Nothing. It would be done
overnight. His little brother would be his slave for life.
It would be all Angus could do to keep from having his little brother
become his slave for life, but he knew in his heart he wouldn’t do
it. He knew he’d do the right thing. That’s just the kind
of man Angus was. His love for his little brother was far greater
than his own selfish need.
* * * * * * *
Charlie’s two
younger brothers left with much hugs, kisses, and handshakes with
sincere promises to get together sooner and more often. Charlie
knew they wouldn’t. Jessie and Dermont lived their own lives
apart from Charlie and Angus. They were more close to each other
than with Charlie, Angus and Shane. They took on the ways of city
folks and just didn’t seem to fit in the country way of life any
more. They wore Western clothes, but their attitudes and manner
were different.
Ranger didn’t
want to leave. He sent his slaves home earlier. If he
didn’t have responsibilities he would’ve stayed the night with his
cowboy brother. Charlie invited him, but didn’t push. It
had been many moons since they spent a night in each others’
arms. God how Ranger wanted Charlie, but he knew he
couldn’t. They got off to themselves behind closed doors to say
goodbye. They kissed a passionate cowboy kiss. Charlie
would have taken Ranger right there, but they didn’t have the
time. Guest were leaving and Charlie needed to be there when they
did.
“One day,
brother. One day, soon.” was all Ranger said.
“I’m always here
for you, cowboy.” Charlie responded.
“I know you are,
and I love you for it, Charlie.”
“I love you,
too, Ranger,— always have,— always will.”
* * * * * * *
Waco was busy
saying his goodbyes to Ranger and relatives. He was in tears when
he hugged, kissed Shane goodbye and told him again how much Shane’s
gift meant to him. He bawled like a baby in Angus’ arms and got
the old cowboy shedding a few.
“‘At ain’t the
way a cowboy what’s jes’ come of age is suppose to act,
young’un!” Angus lightheartedly chastised him.
“You’s still so
full a’ shit, Uncle.” Waco said though his tears. “You’s
cry’n, too!” He laughed at Angus. “Ya’ll come see us more
often,— hear.” Waco chastised him back.
“We will.
We’s gonna’ have y’all over for the fourth. We’ll have a big time
then. Bring yore’ slaves. I wanna’ see how yore’ Rabbit’s
doing.”
“I’ll be count’n
the days, Uncle Angus, and thank you so much for the colt. He’s
s’damn prudy. I been down there looking at him four or five times
today. He’s wonderful”
“Hope you enjoy
him, Son.”
Angus sent his
slaves home about the same time Ranger sent his, but he ordered Shane
to stay behind and ride back with his family. It wasn’t missed by
Waco and Charlie. Lazarus noticed, too, and smiled at Shane.
* * * * * * *
Ranger asked
Bobby and Elsie Jessup to ride back with him. Bobby’s second in
charge drove the slave van back to Ranger’s ranch. Bobby and
Elsie were used to riding with Ranger. They went a lot of places
with Ranger and his Mary when they went socializing or to visit sick
folks in the community. Elise was trying to keep up a brave
face, but Ranger could see her daub her eyes every now and then.
Bobby was his usual stoic self.
“I know a Master
ain’t suppose to ask his slaves what they think, but since Mary’s been
sick I’ve relied on the both of you more and more. Did we do the
right thing today?”
“Hell, yes,
Master Gibbons!” replied Bobby emphatically. “Ain’t never
seen ma’boy as happy as he was today. Now, don’t chu’ go feel’n
bad, Master. You left the decision up to us. We didn’t have
to let him go. You didn’t order us to do it. Travis wanted
to go.”
“Bobby’s right,
Master Gibbons. It was our decision, and I agree with him.
We did the right thing. I think he’s gonna’ be so happy with Waco
and Master Goodnight. Waco’s one of the finest free man boys we
know. Travis would come home from school in tears telling us what
Waco done to protect him and look after him. He didn’t have to do
that. Now he’s Waco’s slave he’ll even have more reason to look
after Travis.”
“Ya’ll think you
might want another kid?” Ranger tossed out.
“You were
gracious enough to let us have Travis. We didn’t wanna’ ask for
more, Master. Besides you done had the vet clip me when I asked
you to.”
“It can be
hooked back up, Bobby. Besides, I told him not to clip you.
I had him jes’ tie it off. I stood there and watched him.”
They rode along
in silence for a while.
“Can we talk
about it, Master, and let you know later?”
“Sure.
It’s just a thought. If’n it’ud make y’all happy, I wouldn’t
mind.”
“Thanks, Master
Gibbons. We’re lucky to have you for our Master, Sir.”
“I’m very
fortunate to have the two of you for my slaves, Bobby. I have to
agree with ya’ll,— I think we done the right thing by Travis.
God, I love them two boys.”
* * * * * * *
Everyone left
and only the Goodnight family and slaves remained, including various
critters. It was Waco’s job to figure out who was going to sleep
where. Mr. Long brought his bedroll and was more than happy
to bunk it in the loft. Ping and Pong would sleep in the
loft. They retired early and made a nest for themselves in the
corner for privacy. Lazarus was looking forward to staying the
night with his old buddy.
Waco got Travis
and Rabbit naked and the three of them made quick work of showering and
pampering their lummox. Ox loved it. He was the center of
attention. He now had two boys to chatter away with, but he was
like Ping and Pong. He felt sorry for Travis. He was being
left out. Ox would say something to Waco and Rabbit and they
would laugh. Travis didn’t have a clue, but one would always tell
him.
<< Master
Waco, you and Rabbit are gonna’ have to be extra special to
Travis. How are you planning on sleeping tonight? I know
Travis has been looking forward to this night for a while. >>
<< You
done asked me if’n you could sleep in the loft again tonight and that’s
fine. Rabbit is gonna’ sleep in my room and Travis and I are
gonna’ sleep in the big room at the end of the hall. >>
<< How you
feel about that, Rabbit? >> Ox asked him.
<< I’m the
new man here. I’ll be all right. At least I git to sleep in
a bed rather than a chainlink cage. This place is like heaven to
staying at the auction house. >>
<< I
agree. >> Ox thought quietly shaking his head.
Waco got
everybody settled down, and he was beginning to feel tired. While
he was taking care of everyone and seeing to their comfort, Travis
stayed behind to clean himself in the shower. His daddy taught
him how to prepare himself for his master. He walked back into
the huge bedroom and found Waco laying on the bed naked. The
lights were out but it was a warm, early summer’s night and a full moon
was shining brightly. Waco opened his arms to Travis.
Travis smiled, bolted to the bed and flew into Waco’s waiting
arms. Waco was holding and kissing him. Travis shed a tear
of two.
“There, there,
sweet baby, ain’t nothing to go on about. You’re safe in yore’
Master’s arms.”
“I know I
am. Them was tears of happiness, at how handsome you are and how
lucky I am to become yore’ slave. That sounds so good, Master
Waco,— in my Master’s arms. I been dreaming of this night for a
long time. I was so proud today to wear your collar around and a
couple of our friends ask me if’n I’d grown taller. I told ‘em
‘no’ I’s jes’ walk’n taller. They were all happy for me.”
“I’m proud of
you, Travis. I’ve always loved you but today I’s especially proud
of you. You acted more mature than I ever seen you. You
made me proud you was my slave. I don’t want chu’ to worry none
about Rabbit and Ox. We ain’t gonna’ have no competition or
jalousie ‘round here. I’ll devote time to Rabbit, but I promise
I’ll keep you satisfied.”
“I ain’t worried
none, Master. You’re the Master and what you chose to do is all
right with me. Dad and Mom made me understand I can’t have room
for feelings like that. I’ll be all right when you wanna’ take
Rabbit to your bed. I don’t expect to sleep with you ever’ damn
night. I’m here to serve you, to make you happy if’n I can.”
Waco ran his
hand over Travis’ smaller body and found him as exciting as he always
was to him. He caressed his already hard dick, felt his balls in
their sack and moved his hand to Travis’ ass. He began teasing it
and slowly inserted one finger. Travis’ body tensed and then
relaxed. Waco covered Travis’ body with his larger one but
continued to work his single finger in and out of his slave’s
hole. He began to kiss Travis on the mouth and opened Travis’
mouth with his tongue. They kissed for a while as Waco kept
playing with his friend’s hole.
“You’ve already
lubricated yourself for me. Are you clean?”
“Yes, Sir,
Master Waco. My daddy done taught me that and my momma done told
me how to please a man.”
“How was it with
your dad? Do you mind talking about it?”
“No, Master, I
don’t mind. After dad got me broken in it was wonderful. My
daddy’s a good man. He did what you’re doing now to loosen me up,
but when he took me he was so gentle I hardly felt him until he kissed
me and told me he was all the way in. Then he started fuck’n me
and it was the best feeling I ever had. He didn’t fuck me very
long, ‘cause I couldn’t hold it no more. I shot all over him and
me. He gimme’ to Master Gibbons after he fucked me five or six
different times. After the last time he said he thought I was
ready. He told me he was proud of me and satisfied I’d do a
passable job of pleasuring Master Ranger. I guess I was ready,
‘cause Master Gibbons was pleased with me, and he fucked me just as
good as my daddy. I didn’t never want him to stop fuck’n me, he
was so good.”
“I wanna’ be
that good for you, my handsome slave. I wanna’ take care of my
need for you and yore’ need for me. You ain’t afraid for me to
take you,— are you?”
“Lord no, Master
Waco, I can’t wait to feel you in me.”
Waco worked up
to his second finger and now was inserting three. His cock was
leaking pre-come by the bucketful. His dick couldn’t have been
more hard; however, he didn’t rush. His daddy taught him he
shouldn’t rush love and be an inconsiderate lover or Master. Even
though the man under you may be your property, he deserves to be
treated like a human being.
“You know you’re
gonna’ git my cherry this evening,— don’t chu?”
“Naw, Sir.
I done figured yore’ daddy ordered one a’ his slaves to let you
practice on him.”
“You know, he
probably would have if’n I’d jes’ asked him, but I didn’t. To be
honest, I think the thought crossed my mind once and then I forgot
about it. I never did think on it again. I’s always too
busy with chores or spending time with you. Anyway, I wanted my
first time to be special with someone I love. I love all our
slaves, but I love you special, Travis.”
“Gee, that makes
me feel bad ‘cause I couldn’t be your first.”
“No, no, sweet
baby. I don’t never want chu’ to feel that way. I’m glad
yore’ daddy took you and you had Ranger Gibbons. You got a little
more experience on me and can tell me if’n I’m doing it right or
not. I wanna’ learn to be the very best for you I can be,
Travis. I might be kind a’ clumsy at first but with yore’ help I
think we can make each other feel good. A while from now, one
day, after I fuck you good, I want you to look at me and tell me I’m
yore’ man. I’m the very best.”
Travis assured
Waco he felt like he was loose enough and he could go ahead and
penetrate him with his cowboy dick. Waco was a Goodnight and all
them ole Goodnight boys were well endowed. They didn’t have dicks
like other men’s, theirs were big around and eight to nine inches
long. When you were fucked by a Goodnight man you knew you’d been
fucked. It was like being fucked by a large beer can. At
twelve years old Waco’s dick was six and a half soft, but it grew when
erect to seven and a half. Waco had been shooting his load since
he was ten years old. Charlie exclaimed one day Waco was going to
be as big as his Uncle Angus. Waco beamed with pride at the
thought.
Waco was very
gentle and considerate; however, he was so big compared to Travis’
tight little hole it took Waco some time to get his cock into him even
with extra lubricant. Ultimately his patience was rewarded when
he finally bottomed out inside his slave. Travis was laying on
his back with his legs in the air hooked over Waco’s broad shoulders,
looking up into the eyes of his hero and could feel when he was filled
with Waco’s big cowboy dick. He breathed a sigh of contentment as
he took his legs from Waco’s shoulders and wrapped them snugly around
his waist. Waco leaned over and kissed him.
“You feel so
wonderful, my love. I can’t believe I’m finally inside you.
Do you have any idea how many times I’ve jacked off thinking of this
moment? Now I’m almost afraid to move. I’m afraid I’ll blow
my wad and won’t be good for you.”
“You are more
than I imagined, Master Waco. You’re filling me so good.
Don’t chu' worry none about shoot'n. We have all night. Dad
was a little quick on the draw, but after he waited for a few minutes
he came back and would give me a really good fuck’n. I’m here for
your use, Master. That’s why I was given to you. I will
never say ‘no’ to you. Part of that isn’t because I’m a slave,
Sir, it’s because I love you so much.”
They kissed
again and Waco thought he’d take his chances. He started slowly
fucking Travis again. Travis was moaning at the goodness of
Waco’s cock inside him. Each stroke Waco would make, Travis was
right there to meet it. He was working as hard as Waco for this
fuck. While he wanted his Master to take the lead, Travis wanted
to be sure he did his part to make the experience the very best he
could for his Master. His daddy taught him well.
His mother,
Elsie, had a hand in Travis’ education, too. Of course, Elsie
knew all about it. It was thoroughly discussed and she agreed if
Ranger wanted to leave it up to Bobby he should be the one to take his
son in hand and teach him about the ways of slave sex. Elsie knew
it was just an accepted part of being a male slave and not to talk
about it was ridiculous.
She knew her own
husband had been taken by Master Gibbons many times before he allowed
them to be together and a few times after they were together. It
was simply Ranger’s right to take any slave he wanted, male or
female. Ranger never took Elsie before or after she and Bobby got
together. He was so thoroughly in love with his Mary he wouldn’t
consider taking another woman,— even a slave woman.
Even though it
was his right, to Ranger’s credit, after Elsie and Bobby got together,
he only took Bobby when Bobby volunteered, and then it was usually for
some special occasion. Ranger never forced himself on any of his
slaves beyond the initial breaking period if it was a new slave.
Most of the men quietly let him know when they would appreciate his
attentions at his convenience. Ranger was a good looking man with
a fine body and a big dick who had no problem being attractive to both
sexes. Ranger and Bobby’s couplings were usually no more than a
couple of times a year, but it served to restate their position with
each other as Master and slave and strengthen their bond of
appreciation for one another.
Travis hadn’t
mentioned his experience with his dad to his mother since Bobby had
been with him several times. Bobby kept assuring her all was
well, he was pleased with Travis’ attitude and the way he was
progressing. He didn’t foresee having to be with Travis more than
a half dozen times. Still Elsie was concerned. She had to
satisfy her mother’s need to protect her young. Travis came in
from school one afternoon and Elsie gave him a glass of milk and a
brownie she made. Bobbie hadn’t come in from work yet.
“Travis is
everything all right with you?”
“Yeah, Ma, I’m
fine. Why do you ask?”
“I’ve been
concerned is all. You and I have always been close. We’ve
shared almost everything that happens to you. You know you can
talk with me about anything.”
“Yes, ma’am, I
appreciate that. Something bothering you, Ma?”
“Well, you ain’t
said a word to me about how you and your father’s been git’n along with
yore’ lessons.”
Travis was quite
for a moment as he drank some of his milk then wiped is milk-mustache
away with the back of his arm. He took another bite of his
delicious brownie and spoke with a mouthful.
“I didn’t think
you’d wanna’ hear nothing about it, Ma. I was jes’ think’n about
you, and yore’ feelings.”
“I believe
you. You’re a considerate boy, Travis, you always have been, and
that’s a good
quality to have. I appreciate that about you. Yore’
daddy didn’t tell you not to talk with me, did he?”
“No,
ma’am!” Travis responded emphatically, “Daddy never said nothing
like that. You know dad trusts you completely. He’d never
purposely leave you out of anything. Ain’t he been giving you
updates on my progress?”
“Oh, yes, we
talk. He’s very pleased and proud of you. He feels bad he
has to teach you such a thing, but better you learn from him, the right
way,
than the way he had to learn it. The Master who broke him before
Master Gibbons bought him was a meanspirited,— ” Elsie was going to say
‘bastard’ but she caught herself just in time, “man and almost wrecked
your dad internally. He almost died. If’n it hadn’t
a’ been for a fine slave vet who was able to patch him up he would
have. After his owner hurt him and took him to the Vet,
when he found out how much it was gonna' cost him to have Bobby fixed
up he asked the Vet how much it would cost to put him down. He
paid the Vet the price he asked and left yore’ daddy there assuming
the Vet would put him down then dispose of his body afterward.
He didn’t wanna’ be bothered with him no more.
The Vet was able
to
save your dad. He figured it would be worth his while to fix him
up and sell him again. After he got chore’ daddy on the mend, he
called
Ranger Gibbons and asked him if he wanted to buy a good slave at a
rock-bottom price. He sold your daddy to Master Gibbons for what
he had in his time and effort to nurse Bobby back to health plus a
little more. Yore’ daddy was the cheapest slave Master Gibbons
ever bought and according to him the best. He’s shore’ been good
to us.
“I know. I
love Master Gibbons with all my heart and after my sessions with dad I
won’t have me no problems pleasuring him. In fact, I’m look’n
forward to it. It would be a downright honor for me to share a
bed with him for what he’s done for us. I ain’t upset about it,
Ma. Don’t worry yore'self none.”
“Well, I
do. It’s what a mother does best, Son. I jes’ wanted to
know how
you felt about things, and if’n there’s anything I can help you
with. You know it don’t matter none you’re male and I’m female
when it comes to laying down with a man. It’s gonna’ be yore’ job
to please him, and I thought with my experience with yore’ daddy, I
might be able to tell you a few things from a woman’s perspective what
jes’ might come in handy.”
“Sure, Ma,— I
ain’t embarrassed to talk with you about it. I know you love me
and only wanna’ help. I know you have my best interest at heart,
but I have to tell you, dad’s been really good at showing me how to do
and what to expect. He’s been very thorough. I was a little
nervous at first but daddy was so gentle, loving and concerned he had
me in tears my first time because he made it so special. He got
all upset ‘cause he thought he’d hurt me. I told him I never felt
better in my life, and why hadn’t he taught me this before now?”
Travis chuckled, “I’ll be honest with you, Ma, it’s brought me and dad
a lot closer, and I ain’t afraid of him no more.”
“Were you ever
afraid of yore’ dad, Travis?”
“Not really
afraid. Just very respectful, because I didn’t wanna’ do nothing
wrong to ever git him riled up at me. The couple a’ times I did,
he done put the fear of God in me. I done figured daddy’s got
himself enough on his plate being head slave for Master Gibbons.
He don’t need no incorrigible kid he has to be correct’n all the
time. I guess what’s happened to me is, after laying down with
daddy several times, I done realized how much my daddy loves me, and I
understand the times he had to correct me I damn well deserved.
‘At’s what I mean about not being afraid of him no more. If’n he
felt he needed to correct me for something this evening, I’d go
willingly, because I know he ain’t gonna’ hurt me none. I may not
be able to sit down at the table a couple of days, but I’ll git over
it; and I won’t love my daddy none the less for it neither.”
“Oh, darlin,’ my
little man’s grow’n up. Yore’ daddy would be so proud to hear you
say that.”
“No, problem,—
you’ll tell ‘em.” Travis winked at his mother and giggled.
“What kind a’ tips do you have for me, Ma?”
“Well,— there’s
thing you can do what are separate from the actual physical act of
pleasuring a man to make the experience the best for him you can.
Things that will git chu’ ever’ thing you need as well as making sure
you’ve satisfied him.”
“Like what,
Ma?” Elsie peaked Travis’ curiosity.
“Things like
letting him know when he does something that’s particularly pleasurable
for you, or telling him how good he feels. Always remember, if
he’s a caring man, like yore’ daddy or Master Gibbons, it’s part of his
masculine pride of being in charge, he wants to make it as good for his
partner as it is for him. Unfortunately, not all men are like
that, but we ain’t talk’n ‘bout them. Have you been let’n yore’
daddy know when some’um he does feels really good to you?”
“No, ma’am,— I
jes’ thought I’s suppose to lay there, keep quiet and let him do ever’
thing.”
“Oh, no, sweet
heart, you gotta’ talk with yore’ man. Tell him how wonderful he
feels. You gotta’ build his ego by telling him he’s the best and
he doing a great job; however, you don’t have to be no chatty Cathy
about it.”
Travis almost
spit out his mouthful of milk he started laughing so hard.
“A chatty Cathy,
Ma?” he asked laughing. Elsie laughed with him. It
was a much needed break for comic relief.
“You know what I
mean.” Elsie looked at her lap and blushed.
“I git the idea,
Ma. Thanks. I’ll certainly try it the next time with
dad. He can always jes’ tell me to shut up.”
“Trust me,
Darlin,’ he won’t. Yore’ daddy’s as vain as any man and thrives
on flattery of his sexual powers. Not that there’s any room for
improvement with yore’ daddy, mind ju.’ I don’t think I need to
tell you he’s the best.”
“No,— you
certainly don’t, Ma! On that we can agree!” Travis said
emphatically, smiled and winked at his mother. Elsie blushed
again. She looked up and into his eyes.
“Then you be
sure and let him know you think he’s the best even if you don’t have
anyone to compare him with. He needs to hear yore’
appreciation he’s satisfied you as well as himself. That’s
a man’s need to know his sexual power over you is strong and
solid. You do that with any man you submit to whether he’s good
or not. ‘Cause if’n he ain’t good, but you keep telling him he
is, he’ll git better in a short period of time, believe me. It
all has to do with male pride, sweet heart. You learn that and
you can win any man’s heart.”
“You know what,
Ma?”
“What, Darlin’?”
“I can see what
chore’ telling me is good advice. When you started talk’n about
it I was a little skeptical, but I know in my heart you’re right.
It’s valuable advice, Ma. I only wish’t I’d talked to you sooner
so’s I could a’ made it better for daddy. I will the next time, I
promise.”
Elsie gave him a
big hug and another brownie. Travis took his mother’s advice to
heart, and captured the heart of his dad, Master Gibbons and his new
owner.
As Waco began to
let himself go, he heard the sounds of satisfaction from his slave
beneath him. Travis would tell him when some stroke really felt
good to him and kept telling Waco he was so damn good he couldn’t
imagine this was his first time. The truth was, Travis had to
admit to himself, he wasn’t jes’ blowing smoke up his cowboy lover’s
butt. Waco was damn good and getting better with each
stroke. Waco’s dick was bigger around than his daddy and Ranger’s
dick put together. Travis felt like Waco was trying to plant a
telephone pole in his ass. As big as his Master was, Waco felt
great to Travis and he felt like he’d fallen into his own personal gold
mine of sexual delight.
“Oh, sweet baby,
I wanna’ fuck you longer, but I’m on the edge of a cliff and I’m about
to fall over.”
“You’re fuck’n
me so good, Master, I can’t hold it neither. Permission to come
with you, Master?” Travis asked. Waco never thought about
having to give his slave permission to come. Maybe that’s
something his daddy or Ranger taught him.
“Of course you
have my permission, Darlin.’ Here we go, cowboy, our first one we
hit together. Aaaaarrrggg!” Waco groaned as he
emptied wave after wave of his young cowboy come into his waiting
slave. He could feel Travis’ come splattering all over the two of
them. He continued to pump into his slave until he was sure he
couldn’t make his partner pump anymore out. Then, he collapsed
into Travis’ waiting arms and kissed his lover gently.
“Oh, God, Master
Waco. You's s'damn good. Ain’t much room for
improvement on that fuck. I’m sure we’ll git better with time,
but I ain’t got me no complaints on that one. Happy birthday,
Master.”
“‘At’s one a’
the best presents I got all day, hoss. It ranks right up there
with ma’two ponies. The one Uncle Angus gimme’ and the one Uncle
Shane gimme.’ You’re like a present what keeps on give’n.
You were so good for me, babe. I’m proud it was you for my first
time. I love you so much, Travis. I’m glad you’re my
slave. I promise to love and protect you better’n I ever have
this year. I ain’t put’n up with no nonsense with them clowns at
school when it comes to you or Rabbit. They fuck with my slaves,
they done went and fucked with me.”
Waco finally
lost his erection and slipped out of his beloved slave. He began
to lick Travis’ come off him and would take a big glob with his finger
and feed it to his mate.
“You taste so
fine, babe. I only ever tasted my own cream, but yore’n is
sweeter’n mine. H’it’s like honey. You are my honey,
Travis.”
The boys were so
tired after the day they had, they drifted off to sleep in each others’
arms. They were happy. They were satisfied. They were
at peace.
* * * * * * *
Charlie
Goodnight passed Waco’s bedroom on his way back from the head.
The door was ajar and he thought he heard weeping. He stopped and
listened closer. Sure enough, it was the sound of someone trying
to muffle their tears by crying into a pillow. Charlie knew only
Rabbit was sleeping in the room. He slowly pushed the door open
and walked quietly to the bed. Rabbit didn’t hear Charlie’s
approach. Charlie could see in the moonlight Rabbit had his face
buried deep in his pillow with the edges drawn up tightly over his
ears. He didn’t want anyone to hear him crying. He was a
brave. Brave’s don’t cry.
It broke
Charlie’s heart to hear the boy crying all alone. He sat on the
side of the bed and started gently rubbing Rabbit’s boney little back
with his big calloused hand. Rabbit stiffened immediately and
slowly turned to see the handsome cowboy he’d been ogling like a wall
eyed calf all day. He was stunned to see him there.
“Is there room
for one more in this bed, Chief?” Charlie smiled at him.
“You bet’cum,
paleface Master.” Rabbit smiled real big. Charlie laughed.
Rabbit quickly
moved over and allowed Charlie to get in bed with him. Rabbit
didn’t bother to ask his permission, he had his arms thrown around
Charlie before he could pull the sheet over them. He kissed
Charlie’s nipple and put his cheek next to Charlie’s chest.
“Comfy, Chief?”
“I am now,
Master Charlie. Anybody ever tell you you’s a fine looking man,
Master?”
“Not lately.”
“Well, you
are. I’d pay homage to yore’ boots anytime, anyplace in hopes of
pleasuring you.”
“Is that a come
on, Chief?”
“It is if’n you
want it to be, Master Charlie.”
“Don’t think
so. You’s a might young for me. You got some grow’n to
do.”
“Dayam.
You Goodnights is all alike, cept’n Waco’s Uncle Shane.”
“What’du ya’
mean, hoss?” Charlie asked curiously.
“I tried to give
myself to Master Angus today, but he told me I had to wait ‘til I
grow’d and filled out some. Told me I had to be at least
sixteen. I told him my ole hole would grow shut by then.”
Charlie laughed
at the boy’s obvious frustration.
“What’ud
ma’brother say?”
“Told me he
didn’t think so. He thought Master Waco could take care of Travis
and me both.”
“You should
listen to ma’brother, Chief. He’s a good and wise man. My
boy can handle the two of you with no sweat. There’s plenty a’
room in his big heart for you and Travis. Is that what you’s
crying about?”
“Yes, Sir,— a
little, but also ‘cause I felt so alone. But I don’t no more.”
“All
right.
Let’s us git some sleep. Morning comes early on a ranch.”
“Master Charlie?”
“Yes?”
“Thanks.”
“Yore’ welcome,
Chief. Always happy to help out a good slave in need.”
Rabbit didn’t
let Charlie go all night. Charlie slept better than he had in
months.
End of Chapter 5
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