Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
By Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 3
"The evening hangs beneath the moon; A silver thread on
darkened dune. With closing eyes and resting head I know that
sleep is coming soon. What dreams may come, both dark and
deep, Of flying wings and soaring leap; As I surrender unto
sleep; As I surrender unto sleep." ~ From the poem "Sleep" by
C. A. Silvestri
Sleeping with his new family was a wonderful experience for Billy.
The days and nights on Retikki Prime are fifteen hours making a
total of thirty hours in a complete cycle. As a cowboy, Billy’s
internal clock was not in sync with fifteen hour nights, and
Boomer was unaccustomed as well. The boys seemed to gravitate to
each other in their sleep and Billy found Boomer surrounding him
with his huge body, with Billy's body pulled up as close to the
big monster as he could get. He was spooning Billy’s backside and
the cowboy could feel his enormous cock resting in his crack.
Billy gently reached back with his hand and spread his butt cheeks
to make an inviting warm bun for the big beast’s penis. After
Billy took his hand away and wiggled his ass to make it
comfortable for him and his new slave, he heard Boomer give out a
contended sigh like a big bear might make scratching his back on a
good sturdy camphor tree to rid his fur from parasites.*
“You awake, my Handsome Slave?” Billy asked.
“Yes, Master, I ain’t used to fifteen hour naps,” he replied
softly so’s not to wake the halfling men.
“You feel mighty good back there, Big Brother,” Billy said and
ground his butt around on his slave’s hard shaft.
“I may have to go to the restroom and relieve myself after a
while, but for now, I’m about as contented as a slave can be
spooning his cowboy master and holding him in my arms,” Boomer
allowed.
“You happy, Boom?” Billy asked.
“I don’t think I could be more happy. I was dreading having to
work for my elders without some greater interaction between us. It
would be like it was before. I’ve always been your protector,
since you’s just a baby, but most of the time you never knew I was
there. You got better at detecting me as you got older and we had
several run ins; especially, when I didn’t keep myself clean
enough. I know you could smell me sometimes. I would see you sniff
the air and get a funny smile on your face; I just knew, it was
from a memory of me. It would make me so horny I’d have to go back
to our cave and play with myself five or six times until I was
exhausted. You don’t know how hard it’s been for me to follow
their rules and laws of staying away from humans when I wanted
nothing more than to be by your side. I never wanted to consume
your every waking moment. I just wanted to be able to spend some
quality time with you without being greedy – or needy, for that
matter,” Boomer said, “I envied Sam. I would a’ switched places
with him if I could. I’d wear your saddle, your bridle, and bit in
my mouth, to carry you anywhere you wanted to go,” he added.
Billy smiled to himself. Boomer’s metaphor made his erect penis
even harder. “You were always welcome at the cabin. Uncle Nate
knows about you. I don’t think he understands everything, but he
knows we bonded as brothers. He’s seen us together before and told
me about it later. He asked me one time if’n I loved you, and I
didn't see no need to lie to him. I told him 'yes, I love Boomer
very much' – even as much as I love Sam, but Sam’s ma’ owner. I
don’t know if he understood the connection, but he just shook his
head and smiled,” Billy said.
“Are you happy with me becoming your slave, Master Billy?” Boomer
asked.
“I’m glad I didn’t have time to think on it, Boom, but once I took
the plunge, I knew I done the right thing. I just hope your uncles
realize I know they played you and me like a two dollar fiddle and
and a pie-tin banjo with that master-slave routine they pulled on
us. I done played my part, and I hope they’s pleased with my
performance,” Billy laughed quietly. “I might have been a tad
irritated with them talk’n about terminating the beast I love, but
what the Hell – you and I are the big winners here. I’s happy
know’n I’ll get to be with you more, and we can spend some quality
time together. If nothing else to be yore’ husband and see to your
care and hygiene. A healthy, well cared for animal – or a slave, I
suppose – is a happy and contented beast because, he knows his
master loves him enough to see to his health and comfort. Remember
the last time I took care of you in the cave and we lay together
for days talking about all kinds a’ shit and what we could do
together? I remember those times we spent together with great
fondness, and I wish’t then, with all my heart, we could be more
to each other. Well, here we are, on another planet, with our
bodies close to one another and my heart ain’t got a care in the
world, content to feel my beastly-brother surround me with his
love and his big, rock-hard penis resting comfortably between my
buns. Am I happy? Of course I’m happy. Don’t get much better’n
'nis, Boom,” Billy said with all his heart, leaned back, and stole
a kiss from his slave.
“Are you worried about what Nick will think when he finds out I
become your slave before him?” Boomer asked.
“Naw, that’s begging trouble from tomorrow, Boom. Besides, unlike
you, Nick has mixed feeling about becoming my slave. It certainly
ain't some'um he planned, and right now he feels like he’s been
set up and shot down. Yore’ fine uncles made me see some things a
little differently. If they got it all planned out, and it’s
inevitable I’m gonna’ be you men’s master, I plan to do my job as
best I can. You let me worry about Nick. He may be an Angel with
angelic powers, but part of him is also a man what has the same
basic animal needs we all do. I don’t plan to short change nobody
in our family including our smaller members. Small don’t
necessarily mean less valuable,” Billy said referring to the
twins. I won’t have no in-fighting among my slaves for their
master’s love, neither. For a while, I may need to show Nick more
attention. For a bad-ass demon as Nick likes to think on his’self
as being, inside he’s got the heart of an eight to ten year old
boy what needs a pa just as much as he wants to become a daddy to
my little boy. I plan to provide that for him with an iron fist
covered with a velvet glove,” Billy said with conviction.
“What part will I play?” Boomer asked unsure of himself.
“Number one...” Billy said and left his comment open.
“Number one slave?” Boomer asked.
“E’aup, you and me, we got us some history together, Boom. You’s
ma’ first slave. You got seniority. Even though we ain’t been
together as much as either of us wanted, we been bonded brothers
for ten years. That might not seem like much to a race what lives
hundreds of years like yours or thousands like Nick, but to a
human it’s a decade of his life...maybe one tenth of it....and
'nat’s pert-damn significant. You will be my strong right arm and
you will let me know when I’m being petty or unreasonable, but you
won’t be alone in that position,” Billy said.
“Samson?” Boomer asked.
“E’aup, my owner. Because Sam owns me don’t automatically make him
the owner of my slaves as well. I know without asking, Sam will
understand the concept. He’ll only ever own one cowboy and that’s
me, but you know as well as I do nothing slips past that pony, and
he can be a great strength for you to draw upon,” Billy said.
“I never considered Sam, but you’re right, Master. Sam is a fount
of wisdom and observation about the people around him. He sees
though the games and gets to the heart of the matter,” Boomer
agreed.
Billy felt Boomer’s big furry hand adjusting his ass just a little
to cover more of his enormous penis with Billy’s butt. Billy
reached around with his hand and took Boomer’s in his and brought
it around in front. He carefully placed it where he wanted it
covering his cock and balls. Boomer made a cup with his huge paw
and cradled Billy’s genitals within. “When we lay together like
‘iss, my slave will always cover his master’s genitals with his
big paw to protect him from them ghoulies, ghosties, long-leggedy
beasties, and stranger things what go bump in the night. Is that
understood, Slave?” Billy asked quietly and leaned back to steal a
kiss from his beast.
Boomer got the biggest smile on his face. “Your humble slave will
always defend his handsome master’s manhood even unto his death
against all them things, especially long-leggedy beasties and them
foul ghoulies, sir. I give you my solemn pledge as your protector
and watcher. So say I,” Boomer said with conviction.
“So say you, so say I; then, we shall seal our troth with a kiss,”
Billy said and they kissed the most tender and gentle kiss, it
brought tears to their eyes. “And your master will hear no more of
my beast relieving himself by self-manipulation. Are you not my
beast?” Billy asked firmly.
“I am, Master. I am your beast, sir. So say I,” Boomer replied.
“Are you not my slave?” Billy asked more firmly.
“I am your devoted slave and servant, Master. So say I,” Boomer
replied.
“And am I not your husband?” Billy asked even more firmly.
“Aye, my young Master, I recognized you as my Goodly Husband. So
say I,” Boomer replied.
“Good, I’m glad we understand each other. Then I should never have
to remind you again of your place. Now roll over on your back and
present your penis for your master’s inspection. Your husband will
take care of his beast,” Billy ordered.
Boomer didn’t hesitate, rolled onto his back, grabbed his
throbbing penis, and made it stand at full salute for his master.
Billy raised up and took his prize from his slave’s hand and began
to make love to his bonded brother, his friend, and his slave.
Neither worried about making any sounds. Billy was as vocal as
Boomer in his pleasure. The twins awoke and were thrilled to see
two men they quickly learned to love and admire going at it like
two dogs in heat. They immediately began to play with themselves.
Billy stopped making love to his beast’s cock.
“No!” he said firmly, “If you want to become my slaves, you will
obey your Master beginning now. You will not play with yourself,
your brother, or anyone else without my permission. If you men
want to become a part of our family, you will act like you are
family. Click, you get on the other side of our handsome beast and
begin massaging the right side of his chest, and Clack, you on his
other side. Find his wonderful tits beneath his fur – one for each
– and suck on them while your master completes his responsibility
as his husband."
And so it went. Boomer was huge, but somehow, he didn’t intimidate
Billy. He wondered if the adjustment Nick gave his throat would
apply to Boomer’s big cock. Sure enough, he had no problem and
surprised his beast by taking more than half him down his hungry
throat. Billy captured all the wonderful masculine odors and
smells from Boomer which drove him crazy from earlier memories and
he drank them down like a fine rare wine. The two little men were
going crazy helping Billy pleasure their big beast. They really
seemed to get into the spirit of family and togetherness.
Boomer yelled “Hosanna” when he ejaculated into his husband’s maw
and several more as Billy drank him down – all but his last, most
voluminous volley, which Billy saved in his mouth. He snapped his
fingers at Click and pointed to his mouth. The little man’s eyes
lit up like a Roman candle on the Fourth of July and his lips
found Billy’s in an instant. Billy released about half his
mouthful to Click and motioned for Clack to do likewise. They both
moaned and acted like it was manna from heaven. Billy fed Clack
the last of his beast’s heavy cream, but held back enough for one
last tasty gulp of his long-leggedy beastie’s hardy broth. The
twins were wowed their master shared such an intimate moment with
them. They went from Boomer back to Billy to hug and kiss them for
letting them share their love.
“When your husband wants a hearty, beefy meal, he will take his
beast. And now for dessert...” Billy said and winked at Boomer who
grinned real big. Billy grabbed Clack and Boomer grabbed Click,
threw them on their backs onto the bed, and began to fellate them.
The small men were flabbergasted and gobsmacked at their good
fortune. They were never shown such a spontaneous outpouring of
unconditional love as Billy demanded of them and gave them in
return. As Billy was sucking away and fucking his throat with
Clack’s fine cock he got to thinking how comfortable it was as
opposed to the Olympian effort he expended on his beast, but his
prize was every bit as wonderful and meaningful as a gold medal.
By comparison, Billy decided Clack’s cock was downright munchable.
His brain made a connection seeing these masculine little men as
members of the very butch Lollipop guild, and his musings followed
naturally from there. He couldn't understand why he didn't see it
sooner: Click and Clack were the only survivors of the original
race of Munchkins. Gregor and Albrecht told him they had no
species name. They remembered very little knowledge about their
origin or even of their own birth. What Billy did for Boomer, he
felt as his slaves, he had the right to bestow upon the little
men; a heritage of his invention.
The Munchkins were so enthralled with the two larger men
pleasuring them they began to sing. It was a lovely melody and
their voice blended so beautiful it was like the song of sirens; a
sweet voice what calls the young sailors tempting them to their
doom. As they emptied their dessert cream into their beast brother
and new cowboy-master respectively they sang “Hosanna in the
highest.” There was much groaning and 'yums,’ from Billy and
Boomer for the sweet treat they were consuming from the munchkin’s
little-man cocks.
“We love you, Master Billy. We love you, too, Boomer,” they cried.
Billy, his beast, and the Munchkins lay together enjoying the
afterglow of their release. The three rested their heads and upper
bodies while draped over their huge beast and were using him like
an earthquake pillow in a big shake. The conversation was quiet,
but Billy didn’t really say whether he would take the Munchkins
back with him. They kept asking questions about life on Earth and
Billy and Boomer would answer, but gave them little to build their
hopes. Billy had every intention of accepting Gregor and Albrechts
offer, but thought it would be best to discuss it together with
the twins present.
“It’s morning on Retikki Prime and we need to clean up. We smell
like four hogs in a wallow in a stinky hollow,” Billy declared.
His rhyme set the halflings off on a round of giggles. C’moan, you
two, you can help me bathe our beast, dry him, and comb out his
fur. Families do things together. That way they get things done,
and it don’t become a burden for anyone. They went to the showers
which was a huge room with several shower heads. Billy and Boomer
set the water to be most comfortable for everyone, and they got to
it. Billy bathed Click and Boomer bathed Clack; then, Boomer
bathed his master, and the munchkins and Billy bathed their beast.
Click and Clack bathed below his waist and Billy did the upper
parts he could reach. When he couldn’t reach the top Billy made
Boomer sit on the tile floor of the shower, and everyone had a go
at him.
Billy carefully watched the small men and wondered if they ever
experienced anything like this before; like what it meant to be a
family and do things together. Boomer listened with wonder as
Billy inquired about whether they enjoyed doing things together
with him and Boomer. They seemed to be thrilled to be asked to
join them in anything they did from the exciting to the mundane.
Billy and Boomer discussed it later and decided, because of their
small size, they were never asked to participate in anything other
than entertaining others. No one ever showed much interest in them
as individuals, but when Billy and Boomer did, they seemed to
blossom into uniquely caring and giving men full of the greater
joys of life that only belonging can bring.
Boomer and Billy led them to the same garden they were in the day
before. They were to meet Gregor and Albrecht for breakfast. The
huge giants were waiting for them with smiles and more ‘Hosannas’
as greeting. The Munchkins ran to them to be picked up and raised
on high and made over with much giggles and squeals of glee.
“These ain’t the same men what left here yesterday afternoon,”
Gregor declared to his mate.
“Don’t think I ever saw such a glow on them two,” Albrecht said
referring to Click and Clack. He was beginning to use Billy’s
cowboy vernacular.
“To say nothing of them two,” Gregor nodded his head toward Billy
and Boomer. Billy watched Boomer blush. He thought it was cute.
“Did you take good care of your master last evening, Nephew?”
Gregor asked.
“His husband saw to his beast's needs,” Billy spoke up for Boomer,
“He did a great job of protecting me and the munchkin men from
dark and evil things what go bump in the night,” Billy said like
one good turn deserved another. Boomer put his arm around Billy
and kissed him on top of his head.
“We helped our master husband his beast,” Clack volunteered.
“Master Billy shared his feast with us,” Click added like they
were really excited to be a part of Billy and Boomer.
Gregor and Albrecht laughed with joy at the little men’s
enthusiasm. “And I see your master has given you a species name.
You are no longer the small or little men,” Gregor said and
grinned, “Master Billy’s name fits you perfectly,” he allowed.
“After me’n the Munchkins shared our beast, me and my slave
decided we wanted us some dessert so we took them,” Billy said, “I
tapped Clack and Boomer tapped Click. While I’s chow’n down on
some sweet Munchkin cock to get me some dessert, I got to
thinking; compared to the jaw breaking task of husbanding my
slave, Clack was downright munchable. One thought led to another,
and they became the Munchkins,” Billy explained. Both giants
laughed. Albrecht even knew about Munchkins.
“Well what do you men have to say for yourselves?” Albrecht asked
the twins.
Clack looked at Click and nodded for him to speak for them. “We
love Billy and Boomer, Masters. We love you, too, but...” Click
trailed off not wanting to hurt or offend his giant caretakers.
“We understand. With them you feel more like family,” Albrecht
finished for Click.
“Yes, sir,” Click replied quietly.
“You want to become Master Billy’s slaves and go with him and
Boomer to a strange world?” he asked.
“Yes, sir. We trust Master Billy and Boomer. We see the way Master
Billy treats his slave like Boomer’s his family, and we want him
to treat us that way, too, sir,” Clack said.
“Have you asked him nicely to take you men for his slaves?”
Albrecht asked.
“No, sir, we been waiting to find out if he wants us,” Click
replied.
“Well, there’s only one sure way to find out. You must ask him,”
Albrecht said.
Click and Clack ran to Billy and stood before him. They looked at
each other, but got nothing back. Clack nodded for Click to speak
for them but, Click shook his head like he didn’t want to be the
one. Clack let out a sigh, sucked in a deep breath, spread his
stout little legs, closed his fists, stuck out his impressively
muscular chest, lowered his head a bit, looked Billy in the eye
and spoke, “Master Billy – Master Daniels, sir – we want so
much to be your slaves and go live with you and Boomer, but more
than that, sir, we love you and Boomer and we would be most
honored to think on you as our family. After tasting the joy of
belonging for the last couple of days, we would not do well if you
and Boomer returned to your world without us. We want to become
part of your family, Master Billy. Would you please consider
taking us for your slaves, sir?” Clack asked bravely.
“Well, I thought a lot about it, and you men have done a fine job
of convincing me I can’t live without two smaller men as my
slaves; however, there are some questions I have what need to be
answered before I make a decision,” Billy said in a serious,
business like manner.
“We’ll answer any question you might have, sir,” Clack said.
“Have you always been known as Click and Clack?” he asked.
“May I answer for them, Master Billy?” Gregor asked.
“Of course, Uncle Gregor,” Billy replied.
“When they were brought to us, they didn’t speak any known
dialect. For a good while, they couldn’t communicate with anyone
but each other. We put them in our cooking unit to be cook’s
helpers with our head chef. They were eager to please and learned
fast. They quickly became two of his best workers. The language
they spoke had click vowels and lots of guttural stops against the
teeth which sounded very much like clicks and clacks with pops and
gurgles. The chef in charge started calling them Clickity and
Clack, but that got shortened to Click and Clack,” Gregor
explained.
“If I take them for my slaves, may I assume I have the right to
give them new names?” Billy asked Gregor and Albrecht.
“Absolutely, they will become your property. As their master you
have that right,” Albrecht replied, “To be honest, I’ve never been
fond of those names. ‘Click’ and ‘Clack’ certainly doesn’t define
them today, nor does it fit them anymore,” Albrecht allowed.
“Do you men understand what I demanded of you this morning, that
you are never to masturbate, have sex with each other, or anyone
else for that matter, without my express consent? And if I’m not
available, my number one slave, your big brother Boomer, will
approve or deny your request?” Billy asked in his best voice of
authority. He could see Gregor and Albrecht smile at his question.
He knew they agreed with him.
“Yes, sir,” they replied.
“And do you understand, if I discover you disobeyed me, I will
punish you, but I will neither inflict pain nor abuse upon you for
any infraction?” he asked.
“Yes, sir, Master Billy,” they said in unison.
“Do you have any questions for them, Number One?” Billy looked at
Boomer and asked.
Boomer grinned real big and his chest swelled with pride at
Billy’s cognomen for him. “No, sir, Master Billy, but I would like
to reassured them, after many years on Earth observing and loving
you, I can honestly say to my little brothers, your yoke is easy
and your burthen is light. They have nothing to fear,” Boomer
replied.
“Fine! Then I’m satisfied you men will make fine slaves and will
become contributing members of my family. The answer is 'yes’, I
will take you for my slaves,” Billy said. They couldn’t contain
their joy and were running from one to the other for hugs,
congratulations, and kisses. After a brief ceremony the halflings
became Billy’s slaves, and he gave them their new names. “Which of
you was born first?” he asked. They looked at each other and gave
Billy a universally understood shrug with the palms of their hands
open to him. They didn’t know.
“All right, we’ll go by the first twin I met. I will name you
after twin brothers on my planet who loved each other very much.
Click, your new name will be ‘Castor,’ and Clack, your new name
will be ‘Pollux.’ The brothers became the two brightest stars in a
constellation named for them, Gemini, which means the twins:
Castor is known as Alpha Geminorum and Pollux as Beta Geminorum.
You will be known as the twins Castor and Pollux Geminorum. But on
Earth, you will have three names. You will also be known by my
family name as Castor Geminorum Daniels and Pollux Geminorum
Daniels,” Billy explained.
“Perfect names for them,” said Albrecht, “Where did you gather
such knowledge of the universe, Young Man?” he asked.
“Trivia from the Internet,” Billy replied, but got a blank look
from Albrecht.
“If you’d followed Earth’s culture...” Gregor said quietly and
sighed deeply.
“I know. I know. I would understand our cowboy’s reference. I
pledge to you, my Brother, and you, Master Billy Daniels, I will
rectify that flaw in my knowledge base as soon as possible,”
pledged Albrecht. “Since we have the question of a future for the
twins settled, let us break bread together for the day. Hosannas
for our gathering together to start our day,” Albrecht said.
“Hosanna in the highest!” everyone responded.
They sat down at a table filled with food and treats. Gregor
passed a beautiful silver tray stacked with what looked like small
sponge cakes. They were an inviting golden-yellow color, oblong,
and rectangular with a rounded top. They looked for all the world
like Twinkies.
“Try one of these, Master Billy. We call them Hosanna Cakes. They
are cream filled, and I promise, with every bite you will want to
shout 'Hosanna,’” Gregor said and grinned, knowing Billy’s
penchant for cowboy hyperbole.
Billy took one of the small cakes and bit into it. The cream
filling burst onto his taste buds like a memory bomb. A big smile
crossed his face and he yelled, 'Hosanna in the highest!’ The rest
of the group burst into laughter. “This is remarkable. They’re
delicious. This tastes just like...no, it couldn’t be....” he said
and looked from Gregor to Albrecht who had wicked grins on their
huge faces.
“We asked our scientists to analyze and synthesize the flavor
component of our twins’ ejaculate. We admired their taste so much
it seemed like the right thing to do. We decided we must make an
effort to protect the Poor Dears. It seemed everyone wanted to try
them. They're so amiable and giving they couldn't say 'no.' Their
little penises were sucked raw almost to the point of bleeding
from our greediness,” Gregor said and doubled over with his
booming laughter.
“Believe it or not, we have a similar confection on Earth, but not
nearly as delicious as this. I can’t believe I just been given my
very own Twinkie makers,” Billy said and joined Gregor in a good
laugh. The two seemed to play off each other and enjoy their
exchanges. They got everyone around the table laughing at them.
Everyone had a good time and the twins couldn’t sit close enough
to Billy and Boomer. They managed to have one hand touching them
at all times. They were so thrilled and excited to become Master
Billy’s slaves and to be going home with him and Boomer.
When they finished breakfast, Gregor and Albrecht dismissed the
twins and Boomer to be alone to talk with Billy in private. “Are
you enjoying yourself on our world, Young Master?”Albrecht asked.
“More than I can express. So far, I’ve enjoyed a truly remarkable
and wonderful time. I couldn’t ask for better hosts, and the
accommodations are excellent. I’d like to thank you for your time
and generosity to me and my slave,” Billy replied.
“You’ve been a delight for us, Son, like a breath of fresh air,”
Albrecht said, “We wanted to talk with you alone about Lucifer,”
he added.
“I was wondering when you might get around to it. I need
information and certainly the wisdom of your guidance," Billy
said.
“I knew we picked the right man for the job, Brother,” Gregor said
quietly.
“Indeed, I must agree with you, Brother,” Albrecht replied and
continued, “Nick, as you call him, has been known by many names;
Samu’el, Samyaza, Beelzebub, Azazel, Aza’el, Satan,
Mephistopheles, Lucifer, and by slang terms such as Old Scratch
and Old Nick. The name Nick was an incorrect reference to
Nicodemus being a wizard and practicing the dark arts during the
time of Christ. He was falsely accused of consorting with Azmodeus
and Marduk for his powers. Amazingly enough, there are various
accounts of a chosen one who was eventually cast out from others
who held power over common man in all civilizations on Earth,”
Albrecht explained.
“First, let me establish before we go any further in our
conversation, Nick is neither a bad nor a demonic creature. He is
as brilliant and beautiful as his original name which freely
translated from the earliest Sumerian texts as the son of the
morning star. He was and still is known on more enlightened worlds
as the bearer and bringer of light. Since being cast out by the
wicked alien who inhabited Earth in the early days, Nick has
spread knowledge, intelligence, intellect, reason, enlightenment,
and compassion throughout several galaxies.
“He swore never to return to Earth because he was so badly abused
and treated by the evil alien Jehovah, also known as Yahweh.
However, the second name mostly refers to the basic tree of
knowledge – of which, the first three letters make reference to a
graphic representational spelling of human DNA. Modern humans were
an early hybrid created by the Anunnaki as slaves to mine gold ore
for them so they could extract a mono-atomic particle from the
gold itself to provide them with a superconductor element which
allowed them to live for centuries. The element was extracted from
gold much like Uranium 235 is extracted from yellow cake. What was
left was a white powder which has the power to extend life a
thousand fold. There is much more to this story which will be
revealed to you over time. You will begin to understand where you
and Nick fit into the picture. Until then, we have arranged for
Nick to become your slave. For a hybrid entity who has been
uncomfortable with the very thought of humans, it will be a
humbling experience for him; however, if he doesn’t agree to
become your slave he’s aware of the consequences,” Albrecht said.
“Would you actually terminate a creature so beautiful and full of
potential as Nick?” Billy asked like he was presenting a
challenge.
“What do you think, Son?” Gregor asked.
“I think you just asked a man what believes in the Code of the
West and the Cowboy Way the wrong question, Uncle Gregor. You
never want to ask a cowboy what he thinks unless you’re ready for
the answer. Remember, I already done seen you people in action
with your threat to terminate your nephew to get the results you
want. I knew what you were doing when it come out your mouth,
Uncle Albrecht. Terminate your nephew? Yeah, like that’s gonna’
happen. I see the look in you and Uncle Gregor’s eyes when you
look upon your nephew. You brighten up like two old prostitutes
what just caught the eye of a big spender. You love Boomer like he
done come from yore’ own loins. Just as you would never cut out
your own heart, you would never consider doing such a thing to
your nephew.
"If’n you’s serious, you would a’ sent him to me long before now
with his hat in his hand ask’n me to take him for my slave. To
have Boomer for my own, I would have agreed to anything, and did;
when he saved my life and asked me to become his slave, I agreed
without hesitation just to have a closer walk with the monster I
come to love. It’s been over three years since I saved Boomer’s
life the last time. Ain’t nobody come a' knocking on my door to
tell me I won a prize for risking my life to save his, and dropped
Boomer in my lap to be my slave. Furthermore, I done saved his
life twice. What happened to my credit for the first time when I’s
only seven years old? Did that one count for nothing in yore'
scheme of things?
"I ain't never heard nothing about Boomer becoming my slave, and
at that time, I didn't have no parents. I really could have used
an understanding and caring companion like him. What you done
yesterday was dishonest, but yore’ deceit weren’t the worst part.
What cut me to the core and chapped my cowboy butt, big time, is
if'n them rules you conveniently pulled out chore' asses were
written in stone, Boomer and me could ‘a been together love’n on
one another as much as three years ago. I may not know nothing
about no shrubberies, but I damn well can tell when I’s get’n
smoke blow’d up my cowboy butt,” Billy said like he was really
miffed with them.
“We did choose the right human, Gregor,” Albrecht said looking at
his mate and shaking his head.
“Ain’t no question in my mind, Brother. Never has been,” Gregor
confirmed.
“Look, Gentlemen, I’m already in too damn deep with you, Boomer,
ma’ little brothers, and Nick, to back out now. I ain’t here to
challenge your plans nor chastise you for your methods. Ain’t none
of my business, until you become disingenuous with your
manipulations. Then I will stand up to you and cry foul. I will
work with you, but not for you. From this point forward, I demand
you be honest with me about your intentions, your methods, and
your intended goals. When I’m ready, and I think the time is
right, I will take Nick for my slave; not because I give a damn
about yore’ threats, but because I’m genuinely concerned about
Nick, and I honestly care about him. I already done bonded with
the big handsome Bird-man, and no cowboy worth the name takes his
bond of friendship lightly. You either jump in with both boots and
get it all over you or don't bother. It's as simple as 'zat,
Gentlemen. Besides, I want me a pair a' them purdy wings," Billy
added as an honest afterthought and grinned wickedly. The giants
laughed.
Billy continued, "In a way, I guess I’ll become a confederate to
your deceit by not being honest with him, but I got me a plan to
go around your threat. With Nick, I see an analogy of him becoming
my slave like dangling a carrot tied to a pole before a stubborn
mule. He wants to be my slave, and by the time allotted for me to
say them magic words, he will be convinced it will be the best for
both of us. He needs to be a daddy to a younger man he admires,
and he’s convinced I need him. When he becomes my slave, all you
got to do is play big daddies what will threaten to squarsh him
like a bug if’n he don’t obey me. He already has a healthy respect
for your kind. He’s scared shitless of you and your powers. I can
see my job riding him like I do my owner – only my owner is a lot
wiser and more together than Nick at this point. Samson is already
tutoring him for the role he will play in my rather unorthodox
family.
“As my slave, I will metaphorically fit him with a bridle and bit
and gentle him to my saddle; then, together we can ride him where
we want him to take us, but I will be at the reins. In return, I
will husband him and give him all the love he can handle, but as
my slave, I will not tolerate abuse of Nick in any manner. I wear
spurs with kindness rowels with my owner, and I’ll use the same on
Nick if I must, to get his attention. Just like I told the twins,
I might punish him if he don’t obey me, but I will never
physically harm him, nor will I abuse him. I think Nick's done
seen enough of that in his life. I already done got me a lot
invested in a beautiful creature what's hurt and confused. I don't
give a shit what he is – if'n he's the devil incarnate or an
unjustly persecuted fallen angel. I see it as my lot in life to
see to it he gets a better deal, and I swear on the graves of my
parents, with my family and Boomer’s help, I damn well plan to see
he gets it,” Billy said with firm conviction.
“You care to share a big slice of that humble pie you’s about to
eat, Brother?” Gregor asked his mate and grinned.
“We underestimated you, Billy Daniels, as you put it – big time.
At this point there isn’t anything to be gained by trying to deny
our misrepresentation of fact. I would offer an apology, but I
don’t think that’s what you care about. What I will do to make
amends, is promise there will be no more manipulations, unless you
approve them,” Albrecht said. "Give us a break, here, Son. With
your Cowboy Way philosophy of clearly defined definitions of right
and wrong and ample horse sense can you not imagine where our
manipulation might be to everyone's advantage rather than the
few?" he asked.
“Certainly, I can understand it. I ain't challenging your motives.
I'm just questioning your methods. It's difficult to play the
innocent card with egg on yore' faces and two cards hidden up
yore' sleeve," Billy said and grinned. Gregor slapped his leg and
fell over laughing. "Furthermore," Billy continued, "you don’t owe
me no apology, because I saw through your little act when you done
it. There were too many signals went off in my head what said you
weren’t being honest, but I chose to go along with yore’ bullshit
to get what I wanted, and that was your nephew. I come close once,
but this time I decided to beat you at chore' own game. Boomer's
my slave now. Ain’t a gotdamn thing you can do about it, neither.
We’s bonded so tight as master and slave, you couldn’t separate us
with a twenty mule team pull; however, I do expect, and demand,
you apologize to my slave. Boomer will not leave this planet
thinking the uncles he loves so dearly, would actually snuff him
because of some silly arcane rule. You abuse or hurt my slave – a
creature I come to love more than life itself – then, Gentle
Giants, you do grievous injury to me,” Billy said with firm
conviction. There was no wiggle room in his statement or demand.
“You better make that two big pies, Brother,” Gregor said and
grinned wickedly, “I told you not to do it – just give them the
option,” he added and continued, “I told you Billy would
understand why we wanted it to happen,” he said.
They talked for several hours and outlined their plans for Nick as
Billy’s slave. Billy began to see their nefarious manipulations in
context would be a win-win situation for everyone involved. They
skipped lunch to continue their conversation. The more Billy
learned, the more room he found himself giving the giants and
renewed his conviction to work with them. With most of the meaty
conversation carved and processed, they came down to discussing
personal matters.
“I have a rather delicate subject to discuss with you, Gentlemen,”
Billy said.
“Feel free, Son. I think we tore down any barriers between us. We
understand each other, and there should be no subject we can’t
discuss,” Gregor said.
“I want to lose my virginity before I leave Retikki Prime,” Billy
said.
“Before we jump to conclusions, perhaps you might want to explain
a bit more,” Albrecht said.
“I want Boomer to take me for my first time. It’s something I
dreamed about since I first saved his life when I’s only seven
years old, and I want that dream to come true for several
reasons,” Billy said.
“Boomer is your slave, Son. Do you think it’s wise?” Albrecht ask.
Billy watched Gregor, standing behind his mate, put his hands
together pointing upward, rolled his eyes, like he was praying to
heaven Billy wouldn’t rip his mate’s throat out. Billy almost bit
his tongue to keep from laughing.
“Wisdom ain’t got nothing to do with it, Uncle Albrecht. Love,
desire for someone I’ve wanted for a decade, sexual pheromones,
and raw boned animal lust has everything to do with it. You’re
right, yore’ nephew is my slave. Don’t never doubt it. I accept
him as such, and I’m his husband. It’s my slave’s duty to protect
and care for his master. It is also his duty to pleasure his
master and see to his comfort. If I order my slave to take me for
my first time, I damn well expect him to do it with no argument,
and he better do a damn good job, or I’ll punish him by making him
do it over and over again until he gets it right!” Billy
exclaimed.
There was a great silence; then, the two giants fell into each
other’s arms laughing their asses off. “Hosanna!” shouted
Albrecht.
“Can I hear a big ‘Amen,’ Brother?” Gregor said with tears running
down his face.
“Anything to save me from this young human,” Albrecht said
laughing.
“Our cowboy is asking for our help, Albrecht,” Gregor said, “Do
you feel like sharing more with us, Son?” he asked.
“Boomer is my first slave; my number one,” Billy declared.
“And you want him to become your number one in bed to continue or
strengthen that bond?” Gregor asked.
“Yes, sir. I knew you’d understand, Uncle Gregor,” Billy replied.
“And you’re doing it so Boomer will not become frustrated with
what attention or physical love you might have to share with Nick.
He will be one up on Nick. He will know you chose him to be your
number one,” Gregor said like he was working it out in his mind,
“Brilliant, Cowboy! Good solid thinking on your part,” he said,
“Do you plan to tell Nick of Boomer’s status?” Gregor asked.
“Absolutely,” Billy replied, “Do you think I could deceive him?”
he asked.
“No, that wouldn’t be good. You have my blessing. I think it could
work,” Gregor said, "While it's a terribly romantic thing to do,
it's also a strong political statement," he added.
“How naive can I be? I never saw it that way, Billy. I guess I’m
getting old. How can we help, Son,” Albrecht asked.
“I have no means to clean myself internally. Do you have a
facility in the palace where we can be purged? I want both of us
to be clean, because I plan to ride my beast and break him to my
saddle after he rides me,” Billy said.
“Of course we have such a facility in the palace," Albrecht
replied, "It’s staffed by several human slaves. A couple you might
find particularly interesting, and I can promise, they will handle
you with utmost care. They are well trained and exceptionally
skilled in the art of cleansing male humanoid species for anal
intercourse. We avail ourselves of their services several times a
month. They will please and pamper you. We have special rooms in
the same area for you to enjoy each other, and you will not be
disturbed. If you need anything, there are attendants on duty
around the clock to see to your needs. We will assign you a
special team."
“Can our session be recorded?” Billy asked
“Absolutely! What are your wishes for distribution?” Gregor asked.
Billy hadn’t considered it, but it made sense. “I want a copy set
aside for me and my slave to review with our family our last
evening on Retikki Prime. You and your mate may have a copy for
yourselves and may share it with anyone you choose. Hell, I ain’t
shy. You can broadcast it to your world if’n ya’ont to,” Billy
replied.
“We better not. If it goes viral, there will be a great demand to
see a live performance with offers of untold wealth,” Gregor said
honestly.
“Do it! Then if we’re ever invited back, me and my slave can make
some money to support our cause,” Billy said.
“We were going to offer you the rest of the day to see our city.
Boomer and the twins know it well and can show you places the
average tourist doesn’t get to see,” Gregor said.
“That's a wonderful idea. I'd love to see more of your world, but
like Cinderella, I have nothing to wear to cover ma' balls, sir,”
Billy said.
“You don’t need clothes on Retikki Prime, Son. Very few wear
clothing. We don’t look upon our bodies with shame,” said
Albrecht.
“I guess no one should. I’m good with it, as long as I can wear my
boots,” Billy said.
“You may wear your boots, Cowboy,” Albrecht said and smiled.
* * * * * * *
Boomer joined them carrying the twins. They wrapped their arms
around his neck and were shamelessly stealing kisses from him.
Billy’s beast must have been enjoying the attention. He had a big
smile on his face. When they heard the news they were to take
their master for a tour of the city, they were overjoyed. Gregor
and Albrecht asked Billy if he would mind leaving his slave behind
for a few minutes, and they would send Boomer to them directly.
Boomer didn't have any idea what they wanted, but Billy did
and gave his approval for his slave to remain with his uncles.
Billy told Boomer, he and the twins would wait for him in their
apartment. Billy took the twins back to their apartment to wait
for Boomer to join them and begin their tour of the city. Castor
and Pollux told him of their favorite places in the city and the
open-air farmer’s market on the square. People of all species
would gather to sell their wares and entertain each other with
their talents. They would have musicians, magicians, story
tellers, acrobats, and artist who would draw a portrait of you in
a matter of minutes. They were excited about what they might show
him.
“Before we forget, Master Billy, me and Castor talked it over and
we just want you to know how much we appreciate you taking us for
your slaves. We been happy here, but we don’t fit in like we hope
to with you and Boomer. No matter what your planet is like, you
have offered us one important thing no one ever has,” Pollux said.
“Family?” Billy asked.
“Yes, sir,” they answered in unison, “We knew you would
understand,” they added.
Billy put an arm around each, kissed Castor first, and then Pollux
on their cheeks. “I come to think on you men as ma’ little
brothers,” Billy said, “I think we’s gonna’ have us some good
times together,” he said.
“Can we start talking the way you do, sir? Is it the preferred
speech patterns where you come from, Master Billy?” Pollux asked.
“It is, indeed, the accepted speech patterns, but like anywhere
else, not all folks talk the way I do,” Billy said.
“Would it make us fit in better?” Castor asked.
“It’s jes’ might, but beyond that it would please me very much to
hear me two fine looking buckaroos speak the way I do,” he grinned
and hugged them again. “By the way, later this evening after we
return from our tour of the city, and we share a light evening
meal, your master is taking his number one slave to another
section of the palace where we will be spending the evening
together. Since we only have tonight and tomorrow evening left to
visit, I want you to stay with your other master’s this evening to
say your goodbyes. You will obey them like you have before. Then,
we will be together tomorrow and you will spend the evening with
me and Boomer,” Billy said.
Billy and the twins talked some more while waiting for Boomer. It
was his first chance to have them to himself without anyone else
around, and he had their undivided attention. Without others to
draw their attention, they were different men. They were more calm
and collected, without the frenetic edge they displayed when
around many people. They were polite, highly intelligent, good
conversationalists, and a delight to be around; to say nothing of
their magnificently perfect bodies. The ‘new’ just never seemed to
wear off for Billy. He had a difficult time keeping his hands to
himself, but the twins didn’t care. They were just as tactile as
he was and actively tried to seduce their master into petting
them. They began to tell him of a great lady seer, a Madam
Spartza, who could see someone’s future. They swore they sat
before her and she told them a handsome young master would be
visiting their world, would fall in love with them, accept them
for his slaves, and would take them home with him to his world to
become a part of his family.
“Madam Spartza even told us you would honor us by giving us your
family name, Master Billy,” Castor said.
“Then I must meet this Madam Spartza,” he said, “Will we need
credits to pay for her time?” Billy asked.
“We’re sure Master Gregor and Albrecht will give Boomer credits.
He has credits of his own he’s never touched. You don’t need to
worry, Master Billy. A master never needs credits on this world.
It is the responsibility of his slaves to provide for him. Boomer
and us will pay your expenses. Credit exchanges are done through
DNA recognition. Watcher DNA is a triple strand as opposed to your
and our double helix,”explained Pollux, “But we never worry about
credits, we will earn enough in one hour to last us the day, and
show our master and big brother a good time,” he added.
“How?” Billy asked.
“You’ll see,” Castor said and grinned.
* * * * * * *
Boomer returned with a big grin on his face. He gently took his
master into his arms and kissed Billy lovingly on top of his head.
Billy turned his face up to his big beast’s, and they shared an
even more tender kiss on the mouth. “Throughout all that’s
transpired while we been here, have I even once actually told you
I love you, Master Billy?” Boomer asked quietly.
“I can’t remember, but then, I can’t ever remember me telling you,
either,” Billy confessed, “I think it’s jes’ one of them things we
gone beyond, Boom. We done loved each other for so long, we just
know we love one another, but you know what?” Billy asked.
“What, my beloved Master?” Boomer asked.
“It’s always nice to hear the one you love tell you he loves you,”
Billy said.
“I love you more’n all the stars in this galaxy times a hundred
thousand constellations just like it,” Boomer declared.
“Is that all?” Billy mocked him, “I love you more’n all the stars
in the known and unknown universe put together, my Good Slave,”
Billy said and smiled.
“So say you?” Boomer asked.
“So say I,” Billy said softly, and they shared another kiss that
got the twins excited. Their ample little-man cocks stood at a
grand salute like they were getting ready for a military parade.
They threw their arms around their master and number one and
shared in their moment of togetherness.
“After your solo visit with yore’ uncles, are we still good,
Slave?” Billy asked rather cautiously and grinned.
“Better’n good, Master! Way better! Perfect! They’re sure, in
another incarnation, you made the Seven Stars and set them in the
heavens to shine for all to see your genius and your glory,”
Boomer said, “Thanks, Master Billy,” he added quietly.
“No problem. We can face anything together, Boom. I done told ju’
that years ago. I still believe it,” Billy encouraged his slave,
“And this evening, a part of us will become as one. We will share
a bit of each other’s souls,” he added.
“So I’ve heard, my good Master. This will probably be the longest
day of my life. It will be like living in slow motion,” Boomer
said and grinned.
“So say you?” Billy asked.
“Absolutely, so say I,” Boomer replied, and they shared a laugh.
* * * * * * *
Billy’s new family left the palace and headed for the public tram.
It was an anti-grav mag-amp-lift device. It floated between four
rails which looked like pipes. Inside the pipes ran the electrical
superconducting material which directed the flow of electrons and
moved the carriage in the proper direction. The front and rear
were of opposite polarities so no two carriages would ever crash
into each other. The carriages themselves were made of a gleaming
copper, or brass with rivets holding them together. The inside was
plush with red or green velvet seats in what could best be
described as a Victorian style which wrapped themselves around you
when you sat down. The entire shape of the carriage was like that
of a large medicine capsule with automatic doors which opened to
allow entry and exit. Billy thought the carriages looked very
steam-punk from different examples he’d seen on the Internet.
Billy loved anything steam-punk. He kept a file on his computer
just for steam-punk art and applications. He even made a
steam-punk keyboard for his computer out of old manual typewriter
keys that was a work of art.
Billy couldn’t have been more pleased with the transportation and
found it a comfortable and somewhat exhilarating ride. When they
entered the compartment, Castor swiped his hand over a scanner
four times to pay for their passage. Billy asked him about it. “We
are given a monthly credit allowance from the palace treasury for
personal needs and transportation, Master. Pollux and I rarely use
over a tenth of what they put into our account and have a large
amount of credits on deposit. Since we’re going with you to Earth,
we will no longer need them, so we decided to spend some of our
good fortune to take care of you and our big brother, if it’s all
right with you, sir?” Castor said.
“I’ve been told it is the way on this world for a master’s slaves
to see to his needs,” Billy said remembering their earlier
conversation.
“That’s true, Master. Not only would we be remiss, but it would be
considered dishonorable of us if we did not show our good master
our love for him by providing our courtesy,” Pollux backed his
brother, “Besides, we will earn enough today to provide a fine
time for our master and our big brother,” he added.
“Do you know what he’s referring to, Boom?” Billy asked.
“I do, Master, but I been sworn to secrecy with the threat of not
getting any dessert for a week if I tell. I think I’d rather
suffer your most severe punishment if you don’t mind, sir,” Boomer
replied and grinned.
“And such a punishment it shall be,” Billy said and laughed. The
twins laughed, too. They were beginning to learn their master’s
sense of humor and delighted in it.
“The tram came to a halt on the outskirts of the huge market
place. They exited the tram and walked down the steps to enter
another world. Billy was stunned at the enormity and variety of
the place, to say nothing of the unusual and wonderful creatures
coming and going about their daily routines. It was a place one
could spend weeks exploring and never see all of it. The giants
were right. Very few wore clothing and those who did only wore
bits and pieces for decoration or support of a body part like a
woman might wear a bra. They walked for an hour or more taking in
the sights. People would wave to Castor and Pollux and would come
up to them to speak in languages Billy couldn’t understand. The
twins would explain their companions and some would bow graciously
to Billy in respect for him being the master of the group. Billy
would bow in return and smile. Several admired his buckaroo boots
and commented they heard an off world master would be visiting,
then they would offer their welcome.
They finally came to the center of the square where there was a
large variety of entertainment. You could walk from one attraction
to another. A couple of performers the twins were taken with, and
they stopped to watch for a while. Then they would walk over to
the stage and swipe their hand over a scanner.
“What are they doing, Boom?” Billy asked his slave.
“If they like a performer or an act, they contribute a few credits
to them. Depending on the quality of the act, some performers are
able to live on their talents alone. A few are extremely gifted
artist, and they live quite well,” Boomer explained.
They walked some more and came upon some strange looking musical
instruments. They were being played by a couple of men. The
instruments were large circular objects, about the size of a large
tractor tire on Earth, set side by side. The players would sit in
front of them with a double set of mallets they used to hit a
wooden block. When hit, the block itself would resonate with the
purest wood-sound like that of a marimba on Earth, but it also
controlled a solenoid which, depending on the depth of the stroke
of the mallet, would release wind into the chamber to blow across
an aperture like an organ pipe and create a most ethereal sound.
The possibilities for combination of sounds were endless. The two
young players were blue skinned humanoids with brilliant yellow
eyes, and they were quite accomplished. The music they created was
wonderful and caught the listener up in it, grabbed them by their
souls, and would not let go until they made the final sound of
their intricate composition. Then the crowd went nuts applauding.
They stood and took several bows. People moved forward to swipe
their hands, or comparable limb, across the scanner to support
them. Castor and Pollux got in line, shook their hands in
congratulations, and swiped their hands across the scanner, twice.
Billy noticed many of the folks the twins introduced him and
Boomer to began to gather in the park. Another team followed the
ones playing when they arrived, but they weren’t nearly as good or
accomplished as the blue skinned team. Nevertheless, Castor and
Pollux went to congratulate them, but only waved their hand over
the scanner once for their performance. Suddenly the crowd started
chanting, “Gemma-note-te, Gemma-note-te,” over and over again.
Boomer leaned over and spoke softly, “Gemma-note-te” means twins
in the common dialect. They are calling for your slaves, Master,”
Boomer said and grinned.
“No!” said Billy flabbergasted. Boomer just grinned real big and
shook his big head to affirm his comment.
The twins went on stage and bowed to accept the mallets from the
previous set of players. They walked to the center of the stage
while the crowd went crazy with applause, stamping of feet, and
whistles. The twins bowed to the audience and Castor held up his
hand for the audience to be silent so he might speak. He explained
how he and his brother petitioned a young master visiting their
world from another galaxy to take them for his slaves. He kindly
granted their petition, they became his slaves that very day, and
they would be leaving Retikki Prime the day after tomorrow. They
were given new names, and he shared them with the crowd. He
pointed out their new master and everyone applauded for Billy.
Billy was somewhat embarrassed, but not much. Boomer had his hand
to Billy's back to support him. Pollux told them this would be
their last performance, and they would like to dedicate it to
their new master and big brother, Boomer. Again the crowd went
crazy.
The twins took their place behind the large instruments and
prepared themselves. Castor nodded to Pollux to begin and he
started a single rhythmic pattern of a series of three then four
beats. It was hypnotic as he continued to add to the first three
beats another, always followed by four beats being the end of the
phase. After several minutes it evolved into multiple patterns of
three against four in a never ending cycle of beats. At first, it
was difficult to follow because it went by so fast, but it was the
overall effect the people got caught up in and they became
absolutely mesmerized by Pollux’s playing. Pollux finished his
first set of ragas and nodded to his brother who proceeded to add
the most lovely melody Billy ever heard. He was stunned by what he
was witnessing and listening to, and to think, he now owned these
two magnificently talented little men. But this music was not the
playing of small men. His twins stood on the shoulders of musical
giants and thumbed their noses at them. There was no other word
for what he was hearing but pure genius. Castor and Pollux’s
playing was so far above anything else heard that day. People
began to arrive in the square until the place was packed with
alien bodies swaying to the lovely music.
Castor and Pollux played on and on until they reached a huge
climax and all melody ceased. There was nothing left but the
single beat played by Pollux and he continued until he played the
complete raga cycle in reverse order as his playing got softer and
softer until it drifted off into the silence of eternity. There
was a stunned silence from the crowd. Then it exploded into
applause. Yells of ‘Gemma-note-te!’ 'Gemma-note-te!’ Boomer placed
his huge paw to Billy’s back and the crowd made room for the young
master and his number one to approach the stage. Castor jumped
from the stage into Billy’s arms to hug and kiss him. The audience
went crazy again. Then it was Pollux’s turn and Billy held his
arms for him. He kissed and hugged Pollux while Castor was in
Boomer’s arms hugging and kissing him. Again the crowd went nuts.
They pushed and shoved each other to touch the young men and swipe
their hands again and again over the scanner to show their
appreciation. That was how Castor and Pollux earned a wonderful
afternoon and early evening for their master and his number one
slave.
The twins took Billy and Boomer by the hand and led them away from
the crowd down a side street to one of their favorite bistros
where they served the tastiest food and a dark drink containing a
mild stimulant. It certainly worked. They were feeling good, very
much alive, and in love with each other. Billy wondered how he
could love three men so deeply, and it made his heart ache from
joy and gladness. “Hosanna!” he said softly to himself only to
hear his family reply equally softly, "...in the highest!” The
twins went to pay for their treats, but the owner came out to wish
them goodbye and told them it was on-the-house. He heard them play
so many times, and they brought great joy to him and the people,
it was the least he could do to show his gratitude for their
gifts. The twins insisted on setting the scanner for staff
gratuity and ran both their hands over for a healthy tips for the
servants. There were tears and many hugs goodbye, and the family
left the establishment.
“Come, Master Billy. Come, brother Boomer. We go see Madam
Spartza. She is our Retikki Prime mother,” Pollux said. Billy
applied one situation to another and concluded Madam Spartza must
represent the same concept as an Earth mother might be to someone
joining a new age religion and arcane arts on his planet. When
they arrived, the twins spoke to the huge black human at the door.
He was blessed with an enormous, handsome penis hanging
comfortably from loins which would make the largest of stallions
question their gender. It was long, black, and big around like it
was an extra limb hanging from his body. Billy would never argue
the point; he was more than a little impressed. Billy thought
correctly, he must be a slave because he wore rings in his teats,
one in his penis in a standard Prince Albert piercing, and a heavy
one through his nose. He was indeed a handsome and impressive
humanoid.
“I’m certainly glad we came. Madame Spartza's handsome slave has
given me some ideas,” Billy said and smiled at Boomer.
“I would be proud to wear any or all of those as your slave,
Master,” Boomer said and immediately sported an erection. Billy
saw it, reached down, and lovingly petted his slave’s big cock.
“We’ll talk...,” he told it, grinned, and winked at Boomer.
“The twins returned for their master and big brother. “Madam
Spartza will see us now,” Pollux said, and took his Master’s hand
and Castor took his big brother’s. They led them into a huge salon
made from an old greenhouse or atrium, and standing in the middle,
surrounded by many kinds of tropical plants, exotic birds, and a
couple of cat like critters, was an enormous creature with the
body of a large bovine and the torso of a fine looking woman. She
had no arms and no breasts. Billy could imagine she probably had a
milk bag somewhere underneath her huge body.
Madam Spartza was draped with colorful tapestries which looked
similar to Oriental rugs on Earth. Billy could see they didn’t fit
the contour of her body and seemed to bulge in the wrong places.
When he looked down at her hooves, he was struck dumb. She had
hooves that shown like highly polished brass mixed with gold and
were polished to perfection. He then surmised the conundrum of her
ill fitting decorative coverings were very probably hiding a set
of golden wings. He couldn’t help be fascinated by her. She was an
imposing presence. Introductions were made and Billy bowed deeply
to her out of respect. He wondered if she knew she was not alone
in the universe.
“Welcome, Master Billy Daniels from the third planet in the Sol
system. You are a long way from home,” she said and smiled.
“Indeed, ma’am, a very long way from home,” he replied and smiled.
“You have a bright countenance about you, Young Human, and your
body is a magnificent specimen of human male beauty. I have always
been partial to the more human of the humanoid species. As you may
have noticed, my slave and companion is a human fabricant, and the
twins you have accepted as your slaves are a human subspecies,”
she said.
“Thank you for your kind words, Madam Spartza. Would it be
impolite or indelicate of me to ask your species?” Billy asked.
“Not at all, Young Man, certainly not when asked in such a polite
manner. Alas, I am the last of my species. I am known as a Shedu
or Kerubim,” she replied.
“I’m truly sorry to hear that, ma’am, but why do you hide your
lovely wings, Madam Spartza?” Billy asked. The twins and Boomer
looked at Billy like he might be out-of-line with his question.
“How do you know about my wings, Young Man?” she challenged.
“The drapes with which you choose to cover them, while beautiful,
don’t fit the contour of your lovely body. They hide the
strikingly awesome beauty of your completeness,” Billy said
diplomatically with a goodly dollop of sincere flattery. The twins
and Boomer breathed a sigh of relief and relaxed. Madam Spartza
was even more impressed by the young Earth man.
“There are those who seek to eradicate my race completely. Very
few on this planet know about my wings,” she said.
“No one will find out from me or my slaves, ma’am. You have my
word, my solemn oath as a cowboy, we shall never speak of this
again beyond ourselves,” Billy promised her, “However, I would
like to bring you a word of hope, Madam Spartza, you are not alone
in the universe. You are not the last of your kind,” Billy said.
There was a resounding silence in the room. Only the sound of a
small waterfall hidden among the plants and a screech from one of
the birds interrupted the silence.
“Have you seen another?” she asked.
“Yes, ma’am, I have. A short time ago I rescued a Fallen Angel
from his crashed spaceship, but before I could go on board, his
protector, a handsome male Kerubim appeared before me to ask me
what my purpose was and whether my intentions to his wounded
master were honorable. When my words couldn’t convince him, he
asked my owner, Samson, another hoofed quadruped on my planet who
allows me to ride him, if I was a good man? Samson assured him I
was, and the big bull Shedu allowed me entry to the ship to save
his master’s life. Would you care to see him, ma’am?” Billy asked.
“You can project a picture of him?” she asked.
“Only with your permission, Madam Spartza,” Billy replied.
“You have my permission, Young Human,” she said.
Billy closed his eyes and felt for her mind. When he touched her,
he called up several remembered pictures of the handsome great
bearded Kerubim from Nick’s ship. He showed her the steam escaping
from his full nares and his beautiful golden wings. He showed her
the full side shot of the magnificent creature from Nick’s video
of his rescue. She began to weep and her black human companion
went to her.
“Mistress?” he asked concerned.
“I’m fine, Balthazar. I’m just a bit overwhelmed. I think the
young human is telling the truth,” she said, “Who is this Fallen
Angel?” she asked.
“Just like I will never tell your secret, Madam Spartza, I’m not
at liberty to say without his and his master's permission,” Billy
replied with regret.
“He’s telling the truth, Mistress,” Balthazar said, “I checked
with several of my sources and Master Billy and his slave are
guests of the highest members of the council, the Lord High
Chancellors, and are listed as on both a diplomatic and
recreational visit to our planet."
“How long will you be here, Master Daniels?” she asked.
“Until day after tomorrow, ma’am, when we will depart Retikki
Prime early in the morning,” Billy replied.
“Will you be returning to Retikki Prime?” she asked.
“It is my hope, but I can’t say for sure or when, ma’am, but
perhaps my slave, my number one, might know more about it than
me,” Billy said.
“We will be returning from time to time, Madam Spartza, but we
can’t give you a time. We just don't know. The two highest members
of the council, the Lord High Chancellors, are both uncles of
mine,” Boomer said.
"Then you are of royal blood?" she asked.
"Yes, ma'am," Boomer replied.
“And they trust this young human to be your master?” she asked in
awe.
“They do, but they had no choice in the matter. Master Billy saved
my life and now my life belongs to him as his slave. Master Billy
and I fell in love with each other many years ago. I’ve been
Master Billy’s protector and watcher since he was born. After our
visit, and a conversation I had with my uncles earlier today, I
can guarantee they trust him completely, ma’am. They jokingly told
me they were sure my master could walk on water if he chose to do
so,” Boomer said.
“I told the twins they would have a new master they would love
very much who would take them to another planet in the Sol system
to live. I see it has come true. And do you love him, my
darlings?” she asked the twins. They ran to her and hugged her.
“More than you can ever know, Madam Spartza. Master Billy is more
to us than just our master. He has become our husband,” they said.
Madam Spartza had no problem understanding their meaning.
“What can you see for me and my family, Madam Spartza?” Billy
asked.
“You may approach me, Master Billy, place your right hand behind
my neck, and let it rest upon my back. When you feel my heart
beating, leave it there, and let me know when you’re ready,” she
said.
Billy did as instructed and felt the steady beat of her big bovine
heart. It was soothing to Billy, like a balm to his spirit, and he
closed his eyes. “I’m ready, ma’am,” he said. He felt her touch
his mind and invite him into hers. In her mind, she bid him crawl
upon her back, and she started running and then flying through the
halls of time and space. Billy saw things happening and scenes
going by them at tremendous speed. He was looking down on the
large complex of a new City of Sapphire and greatly expanded ranch
for him, his uncle, his grandmother, and his growing family. There
were several more slaves and a few hired hands working the ranch.
It was expanded considerably and his core family of Boomer, the
twins, Nick, and two cowboys – an older bonded pair he took on as
slaves – and a pair of primates with beautiful wings to rival the
most lovely of the butterfly species, were the base core of his
immediate family. Madam Spartza turned around and returned in the
opposite direction, but traveled more slowly back to their
beginning. Billy could see more and at one point saw his roping
partner standing by an open grave.
<< When? >> he asked Madam Spartza in his
mind.
<< It’s difficult to pinpoint exactly, Master Billy; it
may have already occurred. I sense he's lost one parent. This
could be his mother or his father. Either way, he's facing hard
times, emotionally, and financially. He will desperately need
your understanding, your strength, your love, and also your
monetary support working for you, Master Billy, but he will fit
right in with the rest of your unconventional family. Just be
honest with him and tell him the truth. Hide nothing from him.
He will be born again unto you. He will come to understand, only
a true brother, a brother by bond, closer than siblings, would
share such wonders as you will with him. He is a good man with a
strong heart who will become your rock. You could never ask for
a more faithful friend or companion, >> she replied.
<< I feel a deep sadness in you, Madam Spartza,
>> Billy sent trying to comfort her.
<< I was hoping to get a better glimpse of your Kerubim
through your eyes as we traveled, but alas, it was not meant to
be, >> she sent to Billy, << Will you tell
him about me, Billy? >> she asked.
<< Only if you want me to, ma’am, >> Billy
replied.
<< I think I would like that. You have my permission to
tell him about me and show him with your mind, >> she
said and blushed.
<< Then may we have a full look at your beauty, ma’am?
>> he asked gently.
<< I will arrange it, >> she replied.
Billy opened his eyes and took his hand away. “Thank you, ma’am.
It was a wonderful experience. I will never forget our journey
together,” he said.
“Balthazar, help Master Billy and his large slave remove the
drapes from my body, please,” she ordered her slave.
The men carefully removed the drapes and the scarf covering her
head, and she stood before them in all her regal glory. Madam
Spartza was truly a magnificent creature, and her humanoid part
was as beautiful as any human female. Boomer and the twins were as
stunned as Billy. The twins never knew she had a double set of
golden wings.
“Words fail me, Madam Spartza. As impressed by the the Angel’s
Shedu male protector as I was, I’m even more taken with you.
Never, in the eighteen years I lived on Earth have I seen such
beauty,” Billy said, and being a cowman, he knew good stock when
he saw it. She shed a few tears at Billy’s compliment, and the
twins went to her to offer their comfort. Billy memorized her from
stem to stern and drank her beauty into his memory. They exchanged
some tearful goodbyes and she made Billy promised to come see her
again whenever they could get away and visit. He promised he
would. She didn’t want to take their credits, but the twins
insisted on paying her anyway. They paid her double her usual
price.
Billy and his young family decided it was getting late, and they
should make their way to the tram to leave the city. They were
scheduled for an early supper with Gregor and Albrecht, but this
time there would be several more council members present. They
took their time and walked slowly to the tram. There was a small
crowd gathered and cheered when they caught sight of the twins.
They came to see them off and wish them well. There were more hugs
and kisses with good wishes for them, and then the men got on the
tram for the return trip. Castor and Pollux sat as close to Billy
as they could. Billy wrapped an arm around each of their waists
and cupped their genitals with his hands like he taught his number
one slave to do for him. Castor and Pollux thought it was just
about the most loving gesture anyone every showed them. They had a
big day. They were physically and emotionally exhausted and slept
part of the way back to the palace in their master's strong,
loving arms. Boomer looked upon his family like a protecting angel
might. He was proud of the twins and his master. He could only
imagine, the best was yet to come.
* * * * * * *
The contingency of the Daniels clan was in great spirits from
their day in the city, and they radiated the joy of their shared
experience to Boomer’s uncles and their guests. There was a glow
and aura about them of a greater intelligence coming together to
create a union, an implosion that coalesced into something far
brighter, far more important than the sum of their individual
parts. To be around them was like witnessing the beginning of a
proto-star; warm, giving, inviting, but not overwhelming. The
Daniels family were patient and charming to a fault.
The other members of the council were enchanted and wowed by the
men’s wonder and awe of their day. Billy and Boomer were not
unaware the impression they made on the other members would go a
long way to solidify and support Boomer’s uncle’s position of
power. They also realized it would cement an even stronger bond
with the knights what say 'nee’ for them. Even the twins seemed
sensitive to the situation, and while they participated, it was
not with their usual frenetic need to be heard and appreciated.
They no longer seemed to feel the need to suck love and attention
from others with their brilliance to make up for their feelings of
inadequacy from their small stature. They wallowed in their sense
of security, being an honored and respected part of Master Billy’s
family.
They never were a part of something larger than themselves; thus,
they were never allowed to grow to maturity as individuals. While
they saw and understood they might be developing separately, they
knew they would always be within each other's sphere of love and
influence. With Billy and Boomer to unify them, they readily
embraced the concept. They would each have a large, strong pair of
training wheels to keep them on the right path. Showing their new
found maturity, the twins quietly and politely waited for
prompting from their master or big brother, and would
intelligently and respectfully answer any questions a member of
the council asked them. Uncle Gregor and Uncle Albrecht couldn’t
have been more proud or pleased with the men, and the evening was
a great success.
* * * * * * *
The early part of their evening came to an end, the guests left,
and those who remained were the Daniels family and their uncles.
Billy and Boomer talked and decided to be honest and upfront about
everything with the twins. For their size they were fully mature
men, but sometimes seemed naive and immature when it came to sex
and interpersonal relationships. Billy decided it was mostly
because no one took them seriously enough to explain things and
listen to them. Billy and Boomer sat and talked with them for a
while before they took off for their evening together.
“We’re leaving you with Uncle Gregor and Uncle Albrecht this
evening for a couple of reasons. First, is for you to spend some
quality time with them and say your goodbyes; second, is because
your master is a virgin to anal sex and this evening will give up
his virginity to his number one slave whom he has loved since he
was a young boy of seven years. As Boomer’s master, I will also be
taking his virginity this evening. In a way we will be practicing
the golden rule of the universe: Do unto others as you would have
them do unto you; that is, if Boomer wants a good fuck’n, he damn
well better fuck me pert-damn good,” Billy explained and laughed.
Everybody else thought it was pert-damn funny, too. We’re telling
you because we love you and we didn’t want you to think we’s doing
something behind your backs. We can’t include you in our evening
together, but we’re having a video made of your master and his
number one slave making the beast with two backs. I promise we
will share it with you tomorrow evening before we go to bed,”
Billy said.
The twins grinned real big. They were happy with that bit of news.
They said their goodbyes to their master and big brother. They
shed a few tears when they kissed them and wished them well for a
happy coupling. With their master/number one slave parental duties
taken care of, Billy and Boomer left the twins in the care of
Uncle Gregor and Albrecht. A fine looking human slave arrived to
escort Billy and Boomer to the part of the palace where they would
be groomed for their bonding. They took their time and walked hand
in hand, one step at a time, toward their future together.
End of Chapter 3 ~ Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
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