“Then Ninsun, who is well-beloved and wise, said to
Gilgamesh, 'This star of heaven which descended like a meteor
from the sky; which you tried to lift,- but found too heavy,
when you tried to move it, it would not budge, and so you
brought it to my feet; I made it for you, a goad and spur, and
you were drawn as though to a woman. This is the strong
comrade, the one who brings help to his friend in his need. He
is the strongest of wild creatures, the stuff of Anu; born in
the grass-lands, and the wild hills reared him; when you see
him you will be glad; you will love him as a woman, and he
will never forsake you. This is the meaning of the dream.” ~
The Epic of Gilgamesh
After the barnyard concert was over and the guests were served all
the delicious watermelon they could eat, many began to leave for
the evening. The Hightowers were thrilled by their day in the Hill
Country and the good deeds Master Billy and his men bestowed upon
them. They promised to return when arrangements could be made.
Max, their huge sheep dog was already able to speak several words
and the Hightower kids couldn't have been more pleased. Oatie
Breedlove and his posse saw them safely back to Alton Barns and
then returned.
The first thing the kids did when getting home was run to their
computers to grab the program from the cloud-bank and started
watching the barnyard concert from the beginning. Their parents
put the kibosh on that and told them they needed rest. It would
take a couple of days to get their Circadian Rhythms back to their
normal functioning order. For the moment they were functioning on
too much adrenaline and sugar highs from the melons. They groaned
and moaned but obeyed their parents. Even Max let out with a big
groan and said, “Bummer!” Everyone laughed.
* * * * * * *
After the watermelon feast, Doug Dewberry asked his cousin, Hoss,
if he could take him home. He said he didn't feel well. Hoss asked
his companions if he could take anyone from their group back to
Bubba's ranch. He knew Bubba would probably stay on Captain Nick's
ship with his friend, Ernest Pennywise. Jack and Grover told him
to go on; they would either get a ride back to Bubba's or
transport. They wanted to hang around the ranch for a while longer
and have supper with the Daniels family.
“Are you coming back after you take Doug home?” Jack asked.
“No, I don't think so, Jack, nor will I be around tomorrow. I'm
sorry. Doug's the only family I got, and I need to see to him. I
know he'd do the same for me,” Hoss said with remorse.
“Certainly. And so you should. No need to be sorry, I understand,
but keep in touch. If we can be of help, let us know,” Jack said
and gave Hoss a brotherly hug and a kiss on his cheek. Hoss did
the same for Jack.
“I'm afraid it's a problem of the heart, and he needs a big
brother's shoulder to lean on,” Hoss said and managed a smile.
Hoss said 'goodbye' to Grover, and shook his hand. “I'll call you
later, Brother,” Hoss said to Jack, turned, and walked away.
“Did you see the look on Doug's face when Bubba said what he did
about Ernie?” Grover asked Jack.
“Yeah, it was hard to miss – like somebody else just landed on
Free Parking, grabbed all the money, and ran over his puppy on the
way,” Jack said.
“Doug and Bubba – they ain't shared a bunk, have they?” Grover
asked.
“No, but neither have Hoss and I – yet,” Jack replied and smiled.
“But there's something understood between you, right?” Grover dug
a little deeper.
“I'd say so – yes, but it ain't no secret. Hoss knows he busts my
buttons. If he's patient and plays his cards right, I'll have his
colt or filly, but I can't say the same for Bubba and Doug,” Jack
replied. “Besides, I try to show you as much affection as I do
Hoss or Bubba. You don't take it the wrong way,” he added.
“Sez, you! I lap up your sweet attention like it was the finest
Watcher's milk, but I'm much older than you men, and Doug in
particular. I been around the block more times than you got laid,
Cowboy. I developed a tough hide. I know how to read people, their
actions, and their motivations. I'm like the loving, understanding
old granddad you ain't never had. You treasure that feeling and
tend it like a row of sweet peas in a small garden,” Grover said,
“I'm glad you do. It makes me feel important and appreciated,” he
added.
“Of course you're appreciated and not just for your knowledge of
jurisprudence. You think Doug might be misreading Bubba's interest
and kindness toward him?” Jack asked.
“Has Bubba ever said anything about him and Doug getting
together?” Grover asked.
“No, not to me, but Bubba's pretty staid and closed mouth about
his personal life, except when it comes to him and me; then, it's
open season year round. It's part of his charm and fascination for
me. He's the big brother I ain't never had. He pulls me out of my
cozy-closet kicking and screaming, and come Hell or high-water he
cajoles me to come out of my professional shell to enjoy life.
Nothing is too sacred between us we can't discuss,” Jack said and
laughed, “Bubba did tell me about his disappointment with his
buddy, Earl Hickson; however, since Earl's become Master Billy's
slave, Bubba's resolved Earl's where he should be for the next
three years, and Bubba's move'n on.
Jack continued, “Bubba told me he met somebody he got close too
during the Daniels family's trip to visit them Ancient races. He
didn't say, but I assumed it was Mr. Pennywise. I would never have
guessed. They seem physically incompatible like Jack Sprat and his
wife. He told me they formed a deep bond of spiritual
communication like he ain't never experienced with nobody else. He
said he considered asking him to become his love-slave, but he
didn't think anything would ever come of it. They didn't have sex
or nothing because Bubba done already made a bargain; if Orville
Higginbothem would be his first, then he would be Orville's first.
If Bubba gives his word, I can promise you, he'll live up to it.
In the meantime, he's got Orville to play with until he finds some
one permanent. Even then, I got me a feeling he won't give Orville
up. I think he'll eventually take Orville into his stable of
slaves and breed him several times a month to keep him mentally
healthy and happily devoted. Bubba ain't hurt'n none for sex, if
that's what you're get'n at,” Jack added.
“No, I know for a fact he's plowing Orville's lower forty at least
three times a week – maybe more, but he's discrete about it. He's
a tiger about guarding his surrogate pa's privacy. Ever' body
knows what's gonna' happen when them two go off together, but
Bubba never makes a big to-do about it. Have you ever seen him be
intimate with young Doug Dewberry?” Grover asked.
“No, not beyond a brotherly hug or sometimes a quick kiss on the
cheek, but it ain't nothing unusual. Bubba does it to all his
brothers. If he didn't they'd know they's somethings wrong,” Jack
said heavily laying on the cowboy talk. Jack and Grover knew they
were free to speak cowboy with each other without comment.
“It's a bloody shame the young man took it so hard, but young love
and infatuations can be strong but fragile. I wish him well,”
Grover lamented, “I personally like the boy,” he added.
“I agree, Doug has a lot to offer any man. Do you think I should
have a talk with Bubba?” Jack asked.
"You two is like brothers to one another. It couldn't hurt none.
Maybe Bubba ain't aware of Doug's crush. He sometimes can be naive
about affairs of the heart," Grover allowed.
* * * * * * *
On the way back to their ranch, Doug looked out the window on his
side. He didn't say a word to his cousin. He couldn't. He didn't
have anything to say. There were no words. His hopes for something
more with Bubba Kirkendall were dashed asunder, and he felt like a
fool for having allowed himself to develop such a deep school-boy
crush on the big cowboy. He was ashamed and embarrassed and for
the moment he felt like he was in limbo, unable to think clearly.
Hoss drove about halfway back to their ranch before he said a
word. He was giving Doug a chance to come to him like he always
did before, but he realized his cousin, whom he thought of as his
little brother, was growing up and was fully capable of thinking
like a mature man. Still, Hoss thought, a little bit of
understanding humor might prime the hurt-be-gone-pump. “On a scale
from one to ten, how bad is the pain, Little Brother?” he asked
quietly.
“A previous hard eight, what's hang'n very limp between my legs,”
Doug replied without nuance.
Hoss grinned to himself. At least he got a response with just a
tad of cowboy humor. “You wanna' talk about it, Cowboy?” he asked.
“Ain't nothing to talk about. I can't imagine what he sees in that
little half-pint squirt, but I don't need to know. I guess the old
say'n is true: love is in the eye of the beholder.
Gotdamn-come-Sunday, I can't imagine what that small
dapper-dandy's got I don't, but I saw the lust in both their eyes.
Just once't in my life, I want some cowboy, my size or bigger, to
look me in my eyes like that, strum my heart like a two-dollar
gee-tar, and tell me he don't never want no other buckaroo to ride
by his side and love him but me. Them's the magic words what will
cause the bells and banjos to ring-out and win him the Douglas
Dewberry jackpot,” Doug said and shed a couple of tears. He
reached for his bandanna in his back pocket, wiped them away, and
blew his nose with a loud honk. He sounded like one of Jack's
geese. It was a comical sound and Hoss laughed. He got Doug
laughing with him. “Look at me, Hoss! I'm a frick'n mess. In the
name of some unknown god, I wanna' be stronger than this, but at
the moment I just can't,” he added and broke down again.
“H'it's all right, little Bro. Ever' things gonna' be fine. You'll
see. I done seen you walk away from greater hurt than this, and
it's only made you stronger,” Hoss said firmly, “Besides, we got
what looks like a good future ahead of us. We done made a contract
with Billy Daniels for thirty of this slaves to come help us work
our ranch. We'll join his grange and get the same guaranteed
monthly income the rest are getting, and we won't have to break
our backs no more hauling furniture for the pittance that clown in
Brady pays us. We only got four more payments on the truck, and
it's free and clear. We're doing all right,” Hoss said and patted
Doug on his shoulder.
Hoss continued, “You're gonna' have your head, hands, and heart so
busy getting things organized, you won't have time to grieve over
Bubba Kirkendall, Little Brother. I'm leaving the interaction with
them slaves we get up to you. You always been better dealing with
what few hired-hands we paid and doing business with the town
folks than me. I'm like a damn bull in a china shop. I ain't got
the patience you do. You got more people-savvy. You know how to
sweet talk and finesse them to get us the best deal or get the
most work for our dime. I don't think you even understand what a
treasure you become to me. I don't know's I could give you up to
go live with Bubba if'n he's to take a shine to you,” Hoss said.
“I'm so embarrassed and humiliated I don't know what to do or
think,” Doug wailed.
“Why? Did Bubba ever make a pass at you or tell you he loves you?”
Hoss asked.
“No, never. He's always been a perfect gentleman cowboy. Beyond a
brotherly hug or a quick peck on the cheek when we ain't seen each
other for a while or when we say 'goodbye' he ain't never
mentioned him and me in a get-together context. He's only been
like a big brother to me – warm, friendly, and genuinely
concerned. I gotta' admit, it's my own gotdamn fault, Hoss. I
built up a huge fantasy about him and me together like a little
girl dreaming of her prince charming. It was like I couldn't help
myself – like I done contracted the Kirkendall virus. I just come
down wiff' a terminal school-boy crush on the big cowboy, and it
reality hurts like Hell. I guess I sort of painted myself into a
corner, but I ain't going back over there for a while, Hoss,” Doug
said, “At least until I can get myself together,” he added.
“'At's the worst thing you could do, Cowboy. It would become an
embarrassment ever' time you wanted to go over there. We've had us
some good times out to the Daniels Ranch. Take a small vacation.
I'll make excuses for you. We been traveling to the Daniels Ranch
almost every weekend for a couple of months. With the new slaves
and getting things organized, it won't seem unlikely you can't get
over there as much. I wouldn't give Bubba a chance to notice you
ain't around so often. Besides, you're gonna' be the one to talk
details with Billy Daniels. You know I ain't no good at that sort
of shit. My mind ain't as organized as yorn', Little Brother.
“I'm ashamed to admit it, but you's much better with details and
dealing with people than me. You got more school'n than I do and
now it's gonna' pay off for bow'fus,” Hoss encouraged him, “I can
understand it when you sit me down, take your time, and explain it
to me in cowboy lingo. Now you'll have a chance to get back at
yore' big brother for all them nights I stood over you with a
broom-handle and browbeat you into do'n your homework, then I'd
make you explain it to me,” Hoss said and winked at his cousin.
They shared a laugh.
“You never 'browbeat' me, and God knows I ain't never seen you
with a broom in your hand. You always left clean-up to me. I knew
you were only trying to make me understand the importance of
learning to make it easier for me later in life. I may have been
angry then, but I'm thankful now you done it, Hoss,” Doug said and
smiled. “You told me, one day I'd thank you for holding my nose to
the grindstone, and I am,” Doug added.
“So you're telling me, Bubba never said or done nothing to make
you think he was interested in you for a mate?” Hoss asked.
“No! Nothing! Nada! Zilch-a-reno! The only time he said or done
anything close to it was the day we went to his ranch to deliver
more furniture and after we talked a bit he told me the truth
about Jack not including me in an invitation to join them at the
Daniels Ranch. Bubba didn't agree with his brother, and after a
brief conversation wiff' me and his watcher scanning me to see if
I was a good man, he decided he weren't having none of it. He
invited me himself as his guest. He impressed me as being a caring
and compassionate man. The first day we went to the Daniels Ranch,
Bubba was attentive to me, but he never crossed the line of just
being a damn-good thoughtful man. Eventually he excused himself
and went off to visit and take care of Orville, the slave he was
training. When he returned, I could smell man-to-man sex on him,
and it liked to drove me frick'n crazy with lust.
"That's when I began to fantasize about him and me. It only grew
from there and when we watched him breed Orville for his first
time, I knew I wanted me a piece of Bubba's action. I lusted after
him like a female dog in heat. My old hoss don't never stopped
dripping when I's around him. So, you see, the worst part is, I
been living a pipe-dream of my own making, and it's come back to
fuck me in the butt, but it ain't no good ass-fuck'n. Fuck it! You
done taught me better'n 'nat, Bro. H'it ain't the first time I
fell off a horse. I'll get over it. I'll pick myself up, dust
myself off, get back in the saddle, but it's gonna' take me some
time to mend and get my act together,” Doug lamented.
“Remember a conversation we had soon after us going over there.
You said you could put up with Bubba's extra curricular
activities, wiff' Orville and others – breeding his herd, you put
it – as long as he came home to your arms, your bed, took care of
you, and swore he loved you?” Hoss asked.
“Yeah, I remember. I won't deny I said it. And at the time, I
meant it. I still do. I see where you're going with this, and you
got every right to question me about it. You think I jumped to
conclusions, Hoss?” Doug asked like the little brother who could
always melt the big cowboy's heart.
“Depending on how you play this, I'm saying we don't know what the
future is gonna' bring, especially with all what's going on with
Master Billy. I ain't saying get over it and get back into the
game right away. Take some time off, and stay away for a while,
let him wonder. They say absence makes the heart grow fonder. I
can make excuses for you, but don't stay away too long. You'll
know when the time is right. Then get back into action. Start
working with the Daniels for our ranch needs, and you can't help
see Bubba regularly. He's done taken over the outfitting and
seeing to the needs of new ranchers what are joining the Grange.
You'll be forced to work with him. Show him the respect he's due,
but no more. Don't flirt with him or allow him to. If he does –
just ignore it. Be the business man I know you can be. If I'm
right and I think I am, Bubba's drawn to no nonsense cowboys
what's got their shit together. If you still want him and can put
up with his need to spread the Kirkendall wealth, wait for him to
come to you and lay his cards on the table. Then you can tell him
his options. Demand he put your ring through his nose to always
remind him who owns his love,” Hoss said, “Don't settle for
nothing less,” he added.
“He's already done got a ring through his nose, Hoss,” Doug
reminded his cousin.
“You're right, but h'it ain't chore' ring, Cowboy! You make damn
sure, it's a big-old heavy-duty ring wiff' your name, address, and
phone number engraved on it what goes in his nose, so if'n your
big bull should jump the fence and get out of his pasture, and
somebody needs to contact you to come get him, they'll know where
he belongs. Also, make damn sure that big cowboy understands h'it
ain't negotiable neither,” Hoss said, and they shared a laugh.
* * * * * * *
Bubba took Ernest Forthright Pennywise to his suite of rooms in
the castle on Captain Nick's ship. They no sooner closed the door
behind them when Ernest was in Bubba's arms, and they began to
express their joy in seeing each other again. Ernest stood on his
tip-toes to return Bubba's kiss. Bubba felt his stress, dropped
his huge arm around his friend's waist and effortlessly pulled him
up to rest upon his huge chest while they drank their love from
each other. After several passion filled minutes they broke it off
and looked into each others eyes.
“Does that tell you how happy I am to see you, Mr. Pennywise?”
Bubba asked.
“Ernie, Bubba. You know you can call me Ernie. You're the only
man, right now, I will allow to call me Ernie, but only in
private,” he replied, “A man of my status and business acumen must
demand respect at all times except in private with a few close
intimate friends, and at the moment I don't think we could get
much closer or more intimate. And 'yes' it tells me you're very
happy to see me. I can also feel the monster between your legs
misbehaving and standing at full salute. I thank some unknown god,
you never trained him to heel and mind his manners. I hope my
response was solid gold to let you know I feel the same way to be
in your arms again. I never feel so safe as I do in your big,
wonderful arms, Bubba. I'll never forget the way you treated me
and the love you showed me when I was so nervous and unsure of
myself on that strange planet. You acted like the big brother and
daddy I never had growing up in the badlands of West Texas,” he
said, “I can't thank you enough for your compassion for a
frightened little man so unsure of himself,” Ernie added.
“I wouldn't say nothing about my old hound dog's bone, Mr.
Pennywise, if'n I's you. I can feel your puppy's bone poking me in
ma' belly button like he's doing a happy dogie-dance to get out of
them clothes and jump naked into the arms of his beloved master
again,” Bubba said, grinned, and stole another quick kiss. “Are
you gonna' have a difficult time joining the rest of Master
Billy's men in the hot tubs this e'nin, Ernie?” Bubba asked.
“Lord no! You took care of me and talked me through nudity on
Retikki Prime and supported me on several occasions on Fort Adam
Lear. You cut through my hardened shell like a ninja warrior
laying waste to destroy my sexual phobias like the troops invading
the beach at Normandy. Then you whitewashed my stoic primly
puritanical way as you systematically ravaged my soul and played
my unloved body like a two-dollar fiddle until I could no longer
think for myself. That's when I gave up completely and realized I
had no choice. To get what I wanted, to get what I needed, I must
accept your offer to become your slave.
“I couldn't have gone on my own this last trip if it hadn't been
for your kind and patient consideration for me and allowing me to
lean on your strength to help me get over my shyness around other
people in the nude. This last trip was a total immersion for me. I
was flying solo; so, a relaxed time in a hot spa will be a picnic
compared to walking around naked in public by myself. Although, I
must say, I think now, I could more easily grow to be used to
total nudity. Clothes seem to hide the darker side of people and
gives them too many places to hide the truth of themselves,” Ernie
replied.
They slowly undressed each other. Bubba undressed Ernie first and
took his good time methodically taking each article of clothing
and carefully placed them on a hanger or folding it neatly to
place over the back of a chair.
“Why do you insist on undressing me first, Bubba,” Ernie asked as
Bubba was kissing around his slave's private parts.
“A devoted slave should come to his accepted master naked when he
presents himself for his master's approval. Then, after
appropriate displays of humility and submission he should feel
comfortable asking permission to help his master undress,” Bubba
said without nuance – like he was reading from a sacred text.
“And am I still your slave, Bubba?” Ernie asked.
“You gave yourself to me one evening not so long ago in the castle
on Retikki Prime. We bonded and swore and oath. You claimed you
needed a master, and I can always use another slave. Only a true
slave can answer that question, my love, and it must come from his
heart and not his brain. Ask yourself: Do you need to be another
man's slave? Shut down your emotions. Still your brain and plumb
your heart. What strong voice echoes down the corridors of your
soul, Mr. Pennywise? Now! Answer my question. Are you my slave?”
Bubba asked in reply stealing a kiss.
“The voice I heard and continue to hear since our last time
together, is my master's voice, sir. I have never heard another
call to me so strongly. No, I will never have a need to be another
man's slave but you, sir. You know I'm your slave, Bubba, but I
know without asking, a master needs to hear his slave confirm his
place in their universe together. Yes, I am your slave. I have
been, and I will always be your unconditional slave, Master Bubba.
I never knew there could be such a place between two men until I
met you and you held me for my first time, when you explained your
needs and the vastness of your universe,” Ernie replied. “I have
never experienced such love in my life. I never held another human
close to my body before I met you and you invited me into your
arms. You almost scared me to death, but you carefully calmed my
frantic heart and gently kissed my care and fears away. I will
follow you wherever you choose to take us, Master. Like your
Watcher's dedication to your care and yours for him, I know you
would never willingly harm anyone whose trust you have accepted as
your own,” Ernie added.
Ernie was standing in front of Bubba between his legs naked as the
day he was born. Bubba was sitting on the bed before him. Bubba
ran his hands over Ernie's small body and down to his perfectly
rounded butt cheeks with his big rough hands and felt for his
rosebud. To his surprise he discovered a large round heavy metal
circle surrounding the smaller man's sphincter. “And what is this
addition, my Good Slave?” Bubba asked almost in a sacred whisper
and smiled.
“It's a 'stop' for a rather large insertion in my lower anal
track, Master. You told me if I wanted to become your slave bad
enough, I would find a way. Only then could I become a worthy
slave for your use, sir,” Ernie replied, “I appealed to Master
Billy's relatives on Retikki Prime, and they assigned me a groom,
a fine master who taught me what would be required of me to become
another man's slave. He understood from his masters, I was a
virgin and would eventually belonged to another master who would
take me for my first time. I watched videos of you when you took
the punishment slave, Orville Higginbothem, here on Master Billy's
ranch, sir. I almost fainted toward the end when I unexpectedly
reached my own climax at the same time,” Ernie replied.
“Is it the biggest model?” Bubba asked.
“Yes, Master, it's the largest they recommend, and I understand it
is the same size you use here on the ranch for training punishment
slaves. I have worn it for several weeks and grown accustom to
it's width and breadth. I'm comfortable wearing it,” Ernie
replied.
“Then does this mean you're ready to give yourself to your master
this e'nin, Slave?” Bubba asked.
“Yes, sir, for my master's pleasure, Master Bubba,” Ernie replied
respectfully.
“You found a way, Slave. See, I knew you could be resourceful if
you wanted something bad enough. Good for you. I must apologize. I
had my doubts. I should have applied one characteristic to
another. Your bulldog determination and cunning in gathering and
trading precious metals would easily compliment any facet of your
life to bring you success once you allayed your fears and clearly
saw the road you wished to take. You have pleased me very much.
How could I deny one so determined to become my slave against so
many odds. You have brought yourself before your master to offer
him your best. I accept your submission and gratefully welcome you
into my family, Slave. Now kneel before your new owner and pay
your respects and homage to your master's boots to seal our bond,”
Bubba commanded gently.
Ernest Forthright Pennywise didn't hesitate.
* * * * * * *
After a light supper outdoors at the big house, Billy and his men
decided to retire to the tubs. He invited the Ondine men to join
them and the ladies went to the big house to do what ladies do
together. Genevieve graciously accepted their invitation. She
found the old mansion much to her liking and her girls agreed.
Kate showed them to a suite of rooms with a private bath they
could use for the evening if need be. “I get a feeling the
fledging of our men is being skillfully planned, and they will
spend the night on Captain Nick's ship,” Genevieve said to Kate
and Zelma Redbone.
“And you would be right, Mrs. Ondine. Also, they will spend the
next twenty-four hours around the ranch until Billy and his men
can teach them to transport to the nether region and de-wing. They
will also be taught to self-transport from place to place without
a gate. Unfortunately, men are not as subtle as us women, but
still they get the job done when the hard times come. There should
be no fear in your heart, the fledging of your two men won't be a
difficult time for either. Our men have it down to a science.
Believe me, though, when their wings start growing in, the Ondine
men will not want to go back to your place. They will meekly
accept the hospitality, comfort, and know-how of Billy and his
Angels,” Kate said.
“It's fine with me and my girls. Besides telling Pierre to go
along with Master Billy, my girls got me aside and let me know in
a few choice words they want to be included in the Daniels
experience this evening as well. I don't care for a rebellion in
my family. It's such a nasty business. The French are famous for
rebelling, but in the Ondine family we strive for unity. I assured
them I want to stay as much as they did,” Genevieve said and the
ladies laughed.
Genevieve was overwhelmed when the ladies took her and her girls
on a tour of the house, and she was in awe of the ballroom with
the grand piano and a pipe organ. The ladies found out she was an
equally big fan of Dupre's music and was impressed he once came to
the Daniels home to play a recital of his works. The more she came
to know Kate Daniels and Zelma Redbone and the other ladies of the
Daniels household, the more impressed Genevieve became, and she
was sure her husband made the right decision for him and his
family to unite in bond with the Daniels family.
* * * * * * *
Randy and his posse of Pard Andreeson, the McMartin boys, Rory and
Calhoun, and the Clemson boys, took René, Giles, Dermont, and
Tommy Griffin out behind the barn to teach them how to use their
cutting apps to help their fledging Angel caretaker, father,
uncles, and Randy's ranch foreman when the time came for releasing
their wing-nubs to free them to grow properly.
“You mean we're really gonna' get to cut them? I don't know if I
can do that to my dad,” Giles said.
“That's what they brought us out here for, Little Brother. I'm
sure with their knowledge and help, they can show you exactly how
and what to do. You're more talented than you think, Giles. You
learn quickly and once you do, you never repeat a mistake. You'll
have the Cowboy-Angels watching over you if you make an error. I
have faith in you. It's a wonderful opportunity. If you weren't my
younger brother, I'd be jealous of you,” Dermont said, encouraging
his little brother, “Think how close it will bond you and dad,” he
added.
René liked the idea he would get to cut his huge protector's
shoulders and free his wings. It seemed like a wonderful ritual.
Tommy Griffin was looking forward to releasing his uncles' wings,
and Giles was overjoyed at the idea of helping his dad. Randy
acted like he'd done it so many times it was an old routine for
him. Actually, the thought of helping his buddy and foreman, Ram
Snoddy, become a Cowboy-Angel excited him and made his pee-pee
hard. Randy and his cowboy posse drilled them many times until
they were satisfied the boys could do the burning with their eyes
closed, but they wouldn't suggest going that far. Just as long as
they did a good job was more than sufficient. They burned their
names into so many old barn boards Clyde made a note to gather
more for future lessons. He was sure these boys were not the last.
A couple wanted to take their boards home with them to hang on
their bedroom wall and Randy agreed. He did the same with his
first successful burned-board on which he engraved his name:
Bossman Randy Rutherford. Randy looked upon it as an advanced
merit badge in Master Billy Daniels Cowboy-Angel Junior Rangers
who would one day be rewarded with a fine set of wings of their
own.
* * * * * * *
There was great camaraderie in the tubs. René was pretty much
walking on his own, unassisted most of the time, but he still took
advantage of the buoyancy the warm water provided. His cousins and
surrogate brothers took turns walking him back and forth across
the pool to strengthen his muscles. Earlier in the evening he
received a video e-mail from his parents and several from his
close Internet friends congratulating him on his miraculous
recovery and his superb playing of the Ravel piece at the Daniels
Barnyard Concert. They were thrilled for him and wanted to wish
him well. Of course, his parent's message was much more intimate,
and they cried when they told him how much they loved him and how
proud of him they were. René was deeply touched and thrilled at
the same time.
Most of the men were already gathered when Bubba and his guests
came down to the tubs. Jack McCormack and Grover Parsnip joined
him, Ernest Pennywise, and Bubba's Brute, to walk naked down the
back steps. Everyone was drinking mugs of Texas Tea and mellowing
out or quietly talking with each other. There was a little hubbub
aroused when the four men and one handsome watcher joined them.
Billy noticed Mr. Pennywise didn't seem to be the least concerned
about being naked around the other men. He stood tall and
confident. Billy made a mental note, for a small man he was
perfectly proportioned and was most attractive. He thought to
himself, his big brother had good taste in men, and Bubba proved
to be a powerful draw to men like Ernest Pennywise since his
genuinely impressive coupling with Orville. Billy though Bubba was
sort of like a masculine stud-magnet for smaller men. Ernest
seemed relaxed and comfortable to be with the men and after a
couple of mugs of Texas Tea, he was downright sociable to
everyone.
“Who's looking after the rare metals trading in your absence, Mr.
Pennywise?” Billy asked.
“My father, Ernest Forthright Pennywise, Senior, and my younger
brother Bernard Bainbridge Pennywise,” Ernest replied.
“Is there anything we need to know immediately, sir, or can the
concerns of our two ancient races of supporting worlds wait for a
more private conference should it be needed?” Billy asked.
“Only one immediate pressing problem should be addressed as soon
as possible; however, with so many new faces around the pool
tonight, I don't know if discussing it would be responsible,”
Ernie replied.
“None of these men are leaving this ship this evening. Five will
be fledging this evening and will be contained to the ranch and
ship for another twelve hours after they fledge to get used to
their new wings and teach them to de-wing. I don't think it would
hurt to share it with them as well as us,” Billy said.
“As you wish, sir,” Ernest said, “The Irin and Grigori both want
to send you five hundred slaves in the form of cattle for a total
of one thousand head as soon as possible,” he explained.
There was a silence around the tub and Billy looked at Nick,
smiled, and shook his head.
“Since you decided to include us in receiving your traveling
ambassador's message, is it safe to assume you people are in
contact with another world?” Pierre Ondine asked.
“Not just a couple of worlds, sir, but many hundreds of thousands
in countless galaxies; the two main worlds in consideration this
evening is one planet in the Orion nebula, Retikii Prime, and the
other in the Andromeda galaxy, Fort Adam Lear,” said Billy's Uncle
Nathan, “Our Barnyard Concert this afternoon was broadcast to
countless galaxies and nebulae out there,” he added.
“And you visit several of them regularly?” Pierre asked.
“Yes, sir. Mr. Pennywise was called to visit both planets a while
ago and just returned,” Billy said.
“How many of you have visited these planets?” Pierre asked, and
almost every hand went up around the pool. “You mean you walk
through gates onto another world in another galaxy?” he asked.
“Yes, sir,” Billy replied.
“Mon Dieu!” Pierre said quietly shaking his head in dismay, “Well,
I suppose if we can gate to my brother's home in Paris, why
shouldn't you be able to gate onto another world in another
galaxy? It makes sense, but the reality is nothing short of
staggering!” he added.
“Are you beginning to see or imagine the difficult aspects of what
we're trying to accomplish here, Mr. Ondine?” Tron Garrett asked.
“I knew you were young, fresh, and novel, but I had no idea the
extent of your backing. If I'm correct, the Pennywise family is
one of the wealthiest families in the state or Texas; maybe the
world, and the Redbone family couldn't be far behind. The Ondine
family holdings pale by comparison, but it's not money or
financing you men are after. You're after the hearts and minds of
those who have a greater voice on this planet to help turn the
wheels of change from the destructive course it's on now. Everyone
knows we can't go on like it is, but no one seems to be doing
anything about it,” Pierre said as he began to do the math. After
a brief silence around the tub for it to sink in to the new
people, Pierre quietly asked, “I know it might sound crass, like a
show of male pride, but the curiosity monster grabbed me by my
balls and won't let go. What is the estimated worth of the Daniels
family,” he asked.
“I honestly don't know at the moment, sir. I know we've grown, but
we were waiting until later for Mr. Pennywise to tell us. I
suppose now would be as good a time as any. What are we worth, Mr.
Pennywise?” Billy asked Ernest.
“When I left, your combined family assets in gold, not fiat money,
were somewhere around ten billion. After my visit to the two
worlds who have been collecting on your behalf, your new estimated
wealth is a hundred and forty-eight trillion in gold bullion,”
Ernest said.
Pierre Ondine noticeably expelled the air from his lungs, went
limp, and slipped under the water. “Pa-pa! Pa-pa!” Dermont yelled.
He hooked his arm under his dad's and Giles grabbed the other.
Pierre began to cough, sputter, and spit water everywhere. “He
passed out, Master Billy!” Dermont exclaimed.
“I'm all right! I'm all right, Son!” Pierre said. “I just got
light headed for a moment, and my back is beginning to bother me,”
he added.
“You, Mr. Listrine?” Billy asked.
“It's become tender in my upper shoulder blades, sir,” Bayrum
replied.
“We'll get you men to your rooms in a moment, but first I want to
hear a couple more suggestions our generous benefactors have for
us,” Billy said.
Ernest continued, “They recommend you announce the start of your
own money management facility immediately in the Hill Country as a
Grange Co-op Credit Union MMF (Money Management Facility) for
members only, but as a courtesy and a gesture of goodwill for your
community you will offer free checking and savings accounts for
private individuals. Savings will be scaled to length of time.
Three percent per annum for the first three years, and a half
percent raise every two years until they reach six percent. Since
corporations are considered people, you must found the first
openly corporate financial institution, but make sure it's known
by its title: Texas Hill Country Grange Co-op Credit Union MMF.
Try to stay away from the word 'bank' as it has come to have a bad
connotation bordering on the criminal. You must have nothing to do
with the current international banking cartel, but you must make
it known. Continue to bring up the standard of living and health
care for your grange customers and the people of your community.
“They also recommend you establish your first International Credit
Union MMF outside the U.S., and found it on the gold standard. It
will make the world sit up and take notice. It will also provide
you and your family protection for your fortune to have it outside
the U.S. They suggested you open an International Corporate Credit
Union in Haiti to store a goodly bulk of your gold. Haiti is a
country racked with political upheaval for the last one hundred
years and needs the stability a compassionate corporate government
can bring them. Use it as a template to learn money and politics
and how to get what you want without too much conflict. Invest in
the country's infrastructure and health care system. Pay people a
living wage to work for your new bank and generously fund those
projects to improve the people's quality of life. No one can fault
you for bringing them a better life no matter their political
beliefs. Be sure it's linked to your MMF in the Hill Country.
“When the Dominican Republic realizes the boon and progress of
your financial influx to their sister state, they will want some
sugar, too. In time, the entire island nation of Hispaniola will
be under your control. Make it a showplace of green growth ecology
and conservation of resources for the rest of the world to wonder
why they can't have the same for themselves? Make an announcement
you plan to print your own money based on the gold standard as
opposed to fiat money (fake money) backed only by petroleum.
“Don't skimp on your own backyard. Keep building and bringing up
the standard of living by providing health care, not only for your
people of the grange, but also the poor in your community until
the rest of the country wants to know why they can't have the
same. Open private schools and hire only liberal thinking young
teachers. Teach solid science and reason. After school testing
shows your schools are much better, others will beg to allow their
kids to attend. You may begin to experience a large influx into
your area, but you have room to expand in Texas,” Ernest Pennywise
reported.
“Gees, that don't sound like too much to me – you Pa?” Billy asked
Nick and grinned.
“Depending on whether that's it, or if there's more,” Nick
replied.
Ernest continued, “Since you will undoubtedly have a large influx
from South of the border from Mexicans and refugees from other
oppressed South American nations, you will begin to grow. You
won't deny anyone a chance to find a new life among you, as long
as they comply with your standards. You will build homes to house
and parent refugee children under the age of eighteen. It sounds
complicated, but it doesn't have to be. After a time, you claim
Mexico isn't doing it's job to care for its own people and you
open another MMF in Mexico City, but that's several years down the
line,” Ernest said, “You have no idea their vision for you and
this world. You will rebuild Mexico, clean up its corruption, and
it will become much safer and productive than many states except
for Texas,” he added.
“Does Mr. Pennywise know about Bubba-7-Twinkles – his magnanimous
generosity and gift to our cause, Kemosabe?” Nick asked.
“Who is Bubba-7-Twinkles?” Ernest asked.
“Obviously he don't know, Tonto,” Billy replied.
“We'll explain later after we see to our latest crop of
fledglings. Have you been enhanced, Mr. Pennywise?” Billy asked.
“Yes, sir. I was enhanced, fledged, and trained by the Grigori
during my last visit. I was further enhanced by Ramrod Quigley of
the Irin on Fort Adam Lear,” he replied.
“Good, then give us until tomorrow to explain our trip to rescue
the Fallen Angels and our subsequent gathering of wealth from an
unexpected source. Tomorrow, we will take you and our newly
fledged Cowboy-Angels on a brief tour to show you what was given
to us. I think you will find it most interesting,” Billy said and
winked at Bubba. Bubba just grinned real big and made a mental
note not to say a word to Ernest about the sea of treasure outside
the ship and an ocean of riches approximately ten miles beneath
their feet.
* * * * * * *
Pierre Ondine was not so adamant about returning home to fledge.
He gratefully accepted Master Billy's offer to stay on Captain
Nick's ship to complete his fledging. His shoulders were hurting
him badly. Whatever they planned for him, they couldn't do it soon
enough. Billy promised after his son made the cuts in his skin and
allowed his new wings to pop up through the under-layers of flesh
and skin, he would remove any pain and Mr. Ondine could start
nursing from Scarbo's full teats to help make his transition
smooth and complete.
“My son is going to cut on me? Which son?” he asked.
“Giles has been training all afternoon with his mates and our
master-cutter, Clyde, to teach him how it's done. Don't worry,
Giles is fully capable. It's become somewhat of a tradition with
our family when another family member can help with a new
Cowboy-Angel's transition. It certainly makes more sense than
having some germ-ridden temple priest chew your foreskin off. We
will make a mark and Giles will make a quick cut. It will be over
before you know it, and I promise there will be no pain,” Billy
said.
“Giles is ready, Pa-pa. I watched him. He worked hard until he
could get it just right. I'm proud of my little brother, and if I
should ever be offered the opportunity and honor to become a
Cowboy-Angel, I want him to be the one to cut me to free my
wings,” Dermont said.
“Thanks, Son. I will trust my sons' advice,” Pierre said.
Billy assigned each man a posse to assist him. Dermont, Giles, and
their watcher Scarbo were with Pierre. Billy had a couple of his
men escort Genevieve Ondine to be with her husband and the girls
stayed in the big house with the Daniels family. Giles was the
hero for the moment and expertly cut his dad until the small sharp
stubs of his new wings popped up through the muscles and flesh on
his back. Genevieve said it was almost like watching her husband
give birth. It was over in minutes, Billy healed them and that was
it. Pierre didn't know about drinking Watcher's milk, but after
his first hit from big Scarbo's teat, he was a confirmed convert –
a true believer in the benefits of Watcher milk. He drank his fill
and passed-out into the most restfully blissful sleep he ever
experienced. He could swear he heard Scarbo singing to him in his
sleep. He made a mental note to himself to never pass up an
opportunity to drink Watcher's milk whenever it was offered.
Bayrum Listrine was accompanied by his ward, René Ondine. Wilbur
and Marcus loaned him their Watcher, Lemoncello, for the evening.
His fledging was as routine as the others and René performed as
skillfully as he played the piano. Bayrum joked and told René he
better do a good job because in less than five years he would have
his revenge if he didn't. Everyone laughed.
The two warrior heroes, Doutry Griffin and his husband, Tank
Barger, weren't the least concerned about their nephew being the
one to cut them to allow their new wings to grow. They saw it as a
family thing. Tree's younger brother, Ed, was there to watch, and
they utilized the Griffin family Watcher, Barry; each hooked up to
one of his teats. The men never tasted Watcher milk before but
made obscene sounds like two shoats hooked up to their momma's
tits. They found it much to their liking.
Lastly, Bossman Randy got to take care of his foreman, Ram Snoddy.
It was almost a sacred act for the boy. His uncle and foreman
recognized it was a powerful moment for the young man and
respectfully responded in kind. Randy asked Ram, when it came time
for him to fledge, if his foreman would do him the honor of
cutting him. Ram assured his Bossman it would be an honor and a
privilege.
* * * * * * *
After the five new fledgings were seen-to and a groom assigned to
each room to contact Master Billy or one of his posse in an
emergency, things settled down to a more calm pace. The men
returned to the tubs for a while. Bubba and Ernest didn't return
with them. After the hubbub of seeing to those who needed help
fledging, they excused themselves unless they were needed. Billy
assured them he had more than enough men to help, and for them to
enjoy their evening together. They were anxious to get back to
Bubba's suite of rooms and chase each other around the huge bed.
As big as Bubba was, the bed was big enough to hold three of him
comfortably. Bubba was not a bull in a China shop when it came to
entertaining another man. He learned a great many things from his
training and taking Orville for his first time. While he held and
made love to Ernest on the two other planets when they bunked it
in together, they never actually coupled to make the beast with
two backs. Ernie was just not ready for it. It took him a good
while to stop shaking from having Bubba hold him in his big arms.
Bubba was the consummate big brother and lover. He would kiss and
coo sweet words to ease his tiny partner's fears, assuring him he
was safe in his arms, and they wouldn't do anything which might
frighten him.
Ernie knew he was attracted to large masculine men – the bigger
the more profound his craving, but he resigned himself he would
never find anyone so large to provide him with the tender loving
care he would require to get him over the abnormal fear of the
strong masculine sex he fantasized about and envisioned for
himself. Even though he was borderline psychotically fearful of
big men, his conundrum was he was drawn to them like a moth to a
flame. His masturbation fantasies became so bizarre he finally
stopped altogether, but still his dreams haunted him. Ernie was so
attracted to Bubba the first time he met him he could barely speak
to him. Of Master Billy's posse, Bubba stood out as a perfect icon
of what Ernest fantasized in his dream world.
The first time they were alone together, it took Bubba several
hours to get him to answer the simplest question. From there to
holding Ernie in his arms was a long, slow, process; a trip which
would have frustrated the average man. Most would have never put
up with such nonsense for as long as Bubba worked with Ernest.
Most men would either walk away or forget about the little man and
write him off as a mental case; or, he might incorrectly
rationalize it was what the guy really wanted and roughly force
himself on him, having his way with the small frightened man.
There's a fine line between aggressive masculine sex and rape,
especially to the uninitiated partner. When an ugly rape occurs,
it can scare a man so badly he will run back to the deepest corner
of his closet and never come out again under any circumstances.
Bubba was not one of those kind. He worked for months with shy
horses until they came to love and trust him. He wouldn't
aggressively seek them out to push himself on them. He would
patiently wait for them to be curious enough to come to him. When
he finally won their trust and broke them to his will, they were
never afraid of him again. He was convinced, humans were no
different, and his long slow but steady process of breaking
Orville to his will proved him right.
After several months, when it came time for them to leave Retikki
Prime to return to Earth, Bubba allowed Ernest to come to him and
the big cowboy slowly but compassionately broke his smaller
brother to his will; however, he refused to have sex with Ernie
because of his prior commitment to Orville. It made Ernest want
him all the more because he knew Bubba was a man of his word.
Bubba explained, after he took Orville for his first time, he
would then be free to take Ernie if he still wanted him. Orville
would always be a punishment slave and Bubba didn't foresee
anything with Orville beyond his grand-opening-fuck. Bubba didn't
consider what the future might bring. Bubba laid it on the line
with Ernie. If becoming Bubba's slave was what he truly wanted,
then Ernest must prove to his big cowboy buddy his sincerity to
learn, on his own, to become a good slave for him, and the next
time they came together, he would no longer be afraid to give
himself to his chosen master.
Here he was, lying next to the big master of his dreams in every
jack-off fantasy for months, looking at the big man like a kid
worshiping a superhero. Bubba had a hot-to-trot virgin on his
hands who was ready to have it taken away from him by the rough
looking cowboy he came to trust above all others. Bubba didn't
plan to let him down. He would make sure Ernest Forthright
Pennywise's first time with his master was not only one for the
record books, but also one for the little man's mental-scrapbook
of memories; one of the most exciting and wonderful times of his
life.
“Are you ready to receive your master, my Good Slave?” Bubba asked
gently like an invocation to a sacred dance, brushed the back of
his enormous hand across Ernie's forehead, and bussed a kiss
behind his ear as he nuzzled his head close to his.
“I am so ready, Master Bubba,” Ernie replied.
“Grab that jar of udder balm from the draw next to you and one a
them hand towels. Grease up your master's cock, but before you do
you must kiss his pride tenderly and whisper to it how bad you
need to feel it inside you. You never want something in your ass
you ain't on real friendly terms with, Son,” Bubba said and
grinned.
Ernie knew Bubba's sense of humor and loved it. He grinned, “I
agree, Master. I would be honored to show your pride the
appreciation it deserves, sir,” he replied and proceeded to make
love to Bubba's huge male member and slowly coated it with a
goodly slathering of udder balm.
“Just think how much better the real thing will feel when your
master slips his big love-muscle inside you for them sweet little
ass-lips to kiss, chow-down on, and welcome yore' cowboy daddy
to-home, Slave,” Bubba said and smiled sweetly.
“And I hope he'll find a warm and inviting comfortable home in my
ass, sir,” Ernie replied.
When Ernie was through, he returned the jar to the drawer and
handed the towel to Bubba. Bubba took it, commanded Ernie to throw
his legs in the air and grab his knees with his arms. Bubba laid
the towel beneath Ernie's perfect little butt. Bubba wasted no
time in removing the surrogate husband from his slave's ass and
positioning his own larger-than-life cock at Ernie's rosebud.
“Make your little ass kiss the head of your master's cock to
invite him in,” Bubba said and Ernie responded to his master's
orders and kissed the big head of his master's cock with his
little rosebud.
Bubba moved forward and told Ernie to let his legs go and rest
them on his back. Ernie did as instructed. Bubba got into a
mounting position, leaned forward, and began to kiss Ernie gently.
Ernie threw his arms around Bubba's bull neck and held on tight as
he felt Bubba slowly began to penetrate his sphincter and fill his
little buddy's tank. Bubba didn't go for a rough entry. That would
come later when Ernie was more broken to his saddle and begged his
master to take him with a bit more passion. Bubba didn't stop the
slow but sure progression of his entry until he bottomed out and
there was no more to feed the handsome little man beneath him.
Bubba broke off his kiss and began to kiss Ernie on his cheek.
“Oh! My! God!” Ernie exclaimed softly.
“I'm right here with you, my Good Slave, but your master ain't no
god. I'm inside you, filling you with your master's love and
goodness. I can tell by the smile on your face you find it much to
your liking. No imaginary god can do this for you. Do you believe
in me enough to take me for your master?” Bubba asked.
“As you cowboys are wont to say, I ain't never worshiped me no god
what ever made me feel so good, Master Bubba. Now I know what
religion and my ass has been missing all these years,” Ernie said
and got a laugh from his master, "Of course, I take you for my
master. I'm proud to consider myself your slave, Master Bubba," he
added with all sincerity.
“Do you trust me to do what's right for us, Slave?” Bubba asked.
“I do. Yes, absolutely, Master,” Ernie replied. Bubba slowly
pulled out to the base of the head of his cock and slowly sunk it
all the way back until his cock was completely sheathed by Ernie's
butt. “Oh! Oh! Oh! Sweet Jesus! That feels sooo damn good!” Ernie
exclaimed.
“I doubt seriously the Pansy of Palestine could make you feel that
good, Slave,” Bubba said wickedly.
“He never won my trust like you have, Master Bubba,” Ernie said,
“I don't know how much of your love I can take before I shoot my
load, Master Bubba,” he added.
“H'it don't matter none. Don't worry yourself about it. It happens
unexpectedly sometime, but don't expect your master to stop jes'
'cause you got chore' nut,” Bubba said.
“No, I wouldn't. I promise. The master who broke me with the
training husbands told me a lot about what to expect. I'm afraid
he won my trust as well, and I'll admit I grew quite fond of him.
I'm sorry he was never allowed to take me, but like you, he was a
man of his word. He was also responsible to his masters as well,”
Ernie said.
“You don't worry about him none neither. If you turn out to be as
good as I think you might, I will personally take you back to him
on a leash, have you pay homage to him, and let him fuck you in
front of me as a reward for a job well-done,” Bubba growled.
“Oh, Master Bubba, that's so hot! I love the way your mind works,
sir. I would gladly do as you wish with a full heart, sir,” Ernie
said.
They continued to fuck and enjoy the casual sensuality of their
unique world. Bubba would stop from time to time to praise and
encourage his equivalent of a male sexual ingénue. He remembered
several tricks he taught Orville and worked with him, drilling it
over and over again until he got it right. Ernie was so much more
malleable under Bubba's tutelage, he could get something right on
the first or second try. Ernie never experienced intimate
instructions because his surrogate master wasn't allowed to
demonstrate personally. Translating an intimate movement with a
rubber husband, and knowing whether his student got the idea, was
not a totally satisfactory learning experience; nevertheless,
Bubba was more than a little impressed by Ernie's enthusiasm and
willingness to learn. The small man learned quickly how Bubba like
to fuck and how he most enjoyed his partner's
response.
“Don't never lose yourself in the fuck and forget you're a member
of a team; a partnership; a master and his slave. A master takes
care of his slave's cravings and his slave takes care of his
master's needs. It's always sweeter for a slave when he works as
hard for his master's pleasure as his master does to provide his
slave with his. Any man can fuck a piece of warm meat and get his
rocks off. It's when two hungry men come together and work in
harmony does the gates of heaven open and a new star is born in
the firmament. That's why we keep small bells by the bedside we
ring to welcome a new light in the heavens,” Bubba said. “It's
simple, my love, do you wanna' cheat our universe out of a new
light or are you willing to work with your master to create a new
star and make it happen?” Bubba asked.
“How many stars can we make, Master Bubba?” Ernie asked.
“As many as you like, my fine slave,” Bubba replied taking another
long, slow, sweet stroke into the depths of Ernie's ass.
“Let's get busy, sir, I want to birth as many stars together as we
can,” Ernie said. Bubba laughed at his innocent enthusiasm and
continued fucking his new toy.
The big cowboy worked with Orville so much, Bubba knew exactly
when the older slave was building up to reach a climax and shoot
his thick, hot come on Bubba's belly. Applying one situation to
another, Bubba could tell the young man beneath him was building
up fast. Bubba slowed to a stop. “Not yet...” he said almost
breathlessly. “I have a surprise ending for this fuck. Since you
been such a good slave and satisfied your master to an exceptional
degree, you deserve to share the icing on our cake,” he said
quietly.
“What could be better than what I'm feeling at this moment,
Master?” Ernie asked.
“I promise, you will be surprised. You'll see. I'm going to
connect with your mind. Watch my face. When you feel a tickle at
the base of your neck, relax and let me come into you and we will
conjoin as one. You've trusted me this far; I will expect you to
trust me now, my Good Slave. When I knock, relax you brain and
allow your master inside,” Bubba said and looked deep into Ernie's
beautiful blue eyes. Ernie felt a tickle and it caused a shiver to
run up his spine. He relaxed his mind and heard Bubba's voice
clear as if his mouth spoke the words.
<< Nice place you got here, Slave. Decorate it yourself?
>> Bubba asked.
<< Oh, my god, I can hear you perfectly, >>
Ernie replied.
Bubba took one long stroke with his big cock deep into his slave's
ass and watched his reaction. << I'm feeling both your
stroke and my ass being filled with your cock at the same time.
It's unbelievable. It's phenomenal. You're going to share your
fuck with me, Master? >> he asked.
<< No, we will share it together; a master and his
devoted slave. I will know exactly how I'm feeling inside you
and you can experience what it feels like for me. I will know if
you need more and you will know how to take as much from me as
you need. It will change your perspective. It will no longer be
you or me. We will share our fuck together. Ready? >>
Bubba asked.
<< Yes, in the name of some unknown god, Master, fuck
us! >> Ernie returned Bubba's thoughts, and they were
off on a new adventure.
Bubba didn't have to ask if he was fucking too hard or if his
slave needed more. He could feel Ernie's needs and they grew and
matured like a flower well-nourished and properly placed in a
expertly-tended garden of earthly delights. They worked perfectly
together like every hand crafted part of a finely tuned twelve
cylinder race car. When Ernie felt his master building to climax,
it was like he grabbed his coat and hat and raced his master out
the door. They spewed forth their ejaculations together and
neither stopped for several seconds until they were completely
drained. Bubba collapsed on top of Ernie's smaller body
effectively pinning him to the mat. Ernie was in no rush to break
apart and enjoyed the small-death of a super-hard, emotionally
draining climax with his master. They were still exchanging
feelings with each other, and it became more intimate than either
ever imagined. They lay for sometime hooked together enjoying the
closeness and comfort a successful coming-together can achieve.
After a few minutes of making more sweet love, Bubba whispered,
“Am I growing too heavy for you, my Sweet Slave Boy?” he asked.
“I will lay beneath you as long as you need, Master. I never felt
more complete or fulfilled. I would wager a goodly sum, not
everyone enjoys sex this good, Master Bubba. Our enhancements
contributed greatly to our climax,” Ernie allowed.
“Yes, I'm sure they did. Do you still trust your master, Little
One?” Bubba asked.
“More than ever, Master Bubba,” Ernie replied, “Thank you, Master,
for patiently training a frightened young boy and making a man out
of him,” he added.
“And thank you for allowing me to be the master you need, my Good
Slave,” Bubba said, and they shared a gentle kiss with each other.
They fucked three more times that evening. They would sleep for a
while, fuck, then sleep some more. Ernest Pennywise never
regretted for a moment he gave himself to Master Bubba as his
slave. They formed a bond which was strong and lasted many years,
and while they never lived together until many years later, Bubba
became Ernie's secret oasis to get away from the pressures of
buying, selling, and trading of precious metals and other rare
commodities. Ernie became the head of the Daniels family money
management facilities (banks or credit unions) which grew around
the world along with his own personal wealth and popularity.
His position of high rank made him a sought after personality;
however, more times than not, it would be someone who wanted to
use Ernest's position to get what they wanted, and he became leery
and suspicious of everyone's motives – except Bubba's. His
investment in becoming Bubba's slave paid off more handsomely than
he could ever imagine. 'Fuck the wealth!' he thought. In Bubba's
huge arms he had everything he needed; at least for a while until
he had to go back to his world of a more stressful reality. In all
the years they shared a clandestine love affair with each other,
Bubba never asked Ernest Pennywise for anything other than to
share his body and his love with him.
Because of Bubba's strong influence, Ernest was no longer shy or
intimidated by large hyper-masculine men. His master became a
paragon of masculinity for him and a standard by which he judged
all others. No matter how large or masculine a man was, none ever
measured up to his master. Ernie became a secret ego builder and a
comfortable escape for Bubba and his increasing pressures. Even
though Ernie was a young man in his late twenties, he was
basically so innocent and intrinsically pure, no matter how many
times Bubba fucked him over the years, it was like a new
experience for the big cowboy every time he took the small man. It
was like he held the eternal little brother in his arms to teach
and make sweet love to. Their relationship was a thing of great
beauty and boundless passion.
They used the time dilation from one galaxy to another to their
advantage. They would disappear for an hour or two and live a
month or more together on one of many secret worlds they
discovered and kept their secret-life together unto themselves.
When they returned, there was little actual time lapsed between
their meeting and bidding a fond farewell to each other. Every man
needs to be somebody's hero. Bubba had something Ernie deeply
needed and Ernie provided a pure and honest devotion Bubba needed
and could find nowhere else.
After several days cohabiting with his new slave, Bubba put a dog
collar around Ernie's neck, hooked a leash to it, inserted the
largest rubber husband into his slave's butt, and led him naked
through a gate back to Retikki Prime. After explaining what
cooperation he wanted from Billy's uncle-in-laws, Bubba led Ernie
to the tower where Ernie's surrogate master's dungeon was and
insisted the good looking older master, who so carefully trained
his new slave, fuck Ernie as a reward for his good work while
Bubba watched. The man was thrilled and honored. After giving his
new slave one Hell of a fuck, Bubba applauded and praised the man
for his expert fucking techniques. The older master complimented
Ernie on his fuck and said he could tell from the brief time he
was with his new master he was developing new techniques which
would become solid gold for his master. He was certain Ernie would
make an excellent slave for his new master and wished him well.
Ernie was pretty happy about his performance, too, but he was
never afraid or shy around big men again. He fit right in with the
rest of Master Billy's misfits.
* * * * * * *
The next morning the Daniels family accepted Captain Nick's
invitation to have Sunday morning breakfast on the ship. There was
much more room in the great hall to more readily accommodate the
number of extra guests they were entertaining for the weekend.
Kate, Zelma, Roz, and Evangeline Andreeson brought the Ondine
girls with them. Every one gathered and awaited the men of the
moment, the five newly fledged Cowboy-Angels, to make their
appearance.
Genevieve Ondine was radiant as she entered the great hall with
her fully fledged Cowboy-Angel husband on her arm with her proud
stalwart son, Dermont, on his dad's left helping to support him.
Pierre's wings were an extraordinarily beautiful deep
maroon-purple color on the top portion of the wings and faded into
a light fuchsia to pink and white colors at the tips. They were
almost regal looking and certainly unusual. When asked what he
thought of the unusual color he replied, “I dreamed of our family
flower, the fuchsia, and I guess the powers in the universe wished
to gift me with something similar. A strong voice told me the
other Ondine men's wings will be a match to mine. I could not wish
for a finer looking pair,” he replied and everyone applauded him.
They applauded the rest of the men's new wings as well.
It was no surprise the two uncles of Tommy Griffin, Doutry Griffin
and Tank Barger's wings were a matched pair. They were a startling
bright green color on the tops and changed to various shade of
green including bright yellow tips on their wings. They were very
proud of their new wings and the Griffin family was proud for
them.
Ram Snoddy's wings turned out to be almost a duplicate of his
ramrods, but no one was surprised. Randy was equally proud of both
men and he and his uncle Doug (Billy Bob Bane) escorted their
newly fledged ranch foreman into the great hall. Ruth Rutherford
never saw Billy Bob's wings so she didn't make a connection. Kayla
did, smiled, and nodded knowingly to her little brother. Randy
winked back at her, and they shared a laugh.
René led his huge caretaker into the hall. The young boy was most
proud of his protector and caregiver. Of all the men, Bayrum
Listrine's wings were the most unusual. They turned out to be a
perfect tartan plaid of the McDonald clan. Bayrum was quite proud
of them.
Bubba and his guest, Mr. Pennywise came into the great hall, and
everyone became quiet for a moment. The big cowboy and his small
guest positively glowed with a radiance so remarkable even those
who couldn't see their complete auras were stunned. They were
holding hands and Ernie was standing as close to Bubba as he could
get. To those who could see their auras, they flowed back and
forth like a complete symphony of colors and subtle nuances. “Ah,
it's nice to know our universe has several new stars to brag about
this morning,” Billy said and winked at Bubba.
Bubba simply held up four fingers on his other hand like a toddler
showing how old he is, and those in the know of the Grigori
legends and sacred writings of the great Xoastrous Xenfendel
enjoyed a good laugh. Ernie laughed, too, then he blushed a deep
red like a young bride after her first night with her husband.
That got a few more laughs and endeared Mr. Pennywise to the
Daniels family.
Everyone sat down to breakfast and conversation was brisk. Billy
wouldn't allow TVs in the great hall, but they didn't really need
one. They had two news men at the table who were up early being
awakened by Doug Quilty and Wes Taylor's boss, Stan Norsworthy.
They were keeping pretty quiet until Billy confronted them and
commented on their silence. “You men are pretty quiet. Is
everything all right on the western front?” Billy asked and
grinned.
“Not really, Master Billy,” Doug replied, “There ain't been
nothing on the news since the end of the Barnyard Concert what
makes any sense. The people are in an uproar and understandably
they want to know more. Our boss weren't so upset about us working
as announcers for your first live streaming show as he was about
this evening's interview. He's being pulled right and left to
gather more information than is included in our interview. The
polls show a seventy percent positive reaction, but there's a
thirty percent vocal minority which has labeled you everything
from a charlatan, the devil's disciple, the Antichrist, or a male
witch. The hydrophobic wing of the Christaceans are burning you in
effigy, and 'effigy' ain't no little town in Texas. Wes and I give
them Christaceans the name the 'Morlocks,' and those who are
genuinely curious, who find your world a refreshing diversion and
a ray of hope to our current situation and want to see it grow, we
call them the 'Eloi.' Stan Norsworthy is asking for another hour
interview to run Monday evening,” Doug explained.
“Are your jobs being threatened?” Billy asked.
“No, we explained the streaming video broadcast was a last minute
thing, and he agreed. He said he could tell we were winging it,
but it didn't seem to make it any less appealing to the viewers.
He paid your staff a great compliment; said he wish't he could get
such a professional editing job out of his own staff and wanted to
know if yours were for hire,” Doug said and laughed, “He said
their choice of shots and continuity was flawless. If it hadn't
been such a professional looking broadcast, he might have shot us
down and questioned our reason for choosing to become a part of an
amateur production. T'weren't nothing amateur about it. Stan
called it 'top-notch' and 'highest quality,'” Doug added. We're
safe as long as we got something they want, and that's more of
Billy Daniels and his world,” Doug said.
“Lemme' think on it. I'll get back to you later this morning. I
need to check out a couple of things first,” Billy replied
effectively putting them on hold. Doug and Wes were glad he didn't
say 'no.'
After breakfast Billy gathered his posse and asked Captain Cloog
if he would do him the honor of piloting Captain Nick's small
scout ship on a brief excursion around the perimeter of the big
ship and the cavern beneath. Cloog worshiped Billy and would do
anything for him. He also was thrilled Billy called on him. It did
wonders for the aging halfling warrior's confidence in himself to
know he was loved, appreciated, and still needed. Tonto couldn't
have been more proud of his Kemosabe.
Billy asked Mr. Pennywise and Bubba to join them, and he would
further explain their conversation about Bubba-7-Twinkles. He also
invited their benefactor's ambassadors, T. E. Lawerence, John E.
Mack, Tenzin Gyatso, and Chief Seattle. Billy questioned them and
found out they knew about their master's bro-crush on Billy
Daniels and was sure the young Cowboy-Angel could do no wrong, but
they knew nothing of the small token of love and appreciation he
showered upon the Daniels family; particularly, because of his
solid confidence in his new best-bro-friend, Billy. They were as
curious as the others.
Pierre Ondine was feeling much better and stronger with a good
meal under his belt. He was more steady on his feet with his large
wings, and could get around without assistance. Billy promised he
would quickly grow stronger. He invited Pierre, his two boys, his
nephew, and Bayrum Listrine to join them. He also invited Tom
McMartin and his boys, along with Randy, Pard, and Tommy Griffin.
The men headed for the dungeon to open a gate to the flight deck
for the scout ships.
After they passed through the gate and stood in the hangar bay,
René let out a low whistle when he saw the small scout ships.
“They're the ships I videoed on my way back to Paris, Uncle,” he
said to Pierre.
“How can we get aboard something so small?” Pierre asked.
“With a gate like we just came through, only it will make us
smaller when we transport inside the scout ship,” René explained,
“Randy explained it to me when he came to visit me in Paris,” he
added.
“Why am I suddenly reminded of Alice in Wonderland?” Pierre said
and everyone laughed.
“We don't need to take the scout ship to go outside the ship we're
on. We can just go through a gate our workers are using,” Billy
said and nodded to Randy to open the gate. Randy clicked his boot
heels three times, put his finger on the top of his head and spun
around once, waved his hand, and the gate sprang up. “Showoff!”
Billy zinged him and everybody laughed.
“You were the one who encouraged me to add a little pizazz, Big
Brother,” Randy replied and laughed.
“Guilty as charged, Governor!” Billy exclaimed and grabbed Randy
up in his arms to carry him through the gate. The rest of the men
followed them. Billy's team of dwarfs and halflings were working
every day to bring the cavern into some order. They were making
headway, but they had a long way to go. They were sorting and
rearranging the valuables so people could walk into a free area
and go from there. They had numerous tables lined up and wooden
bins made for sorting small, medium, and large gold coins, and a
couple of others for silver and miscellaneous metals they couldn't
identify. The bins were almost filled but there was still
mountains of gold and valuable jewels and such.
“Oh! My! God!” exclaimed Ernest Pennywise and squeezed Bubba's big
hand so tight the big cowboy's face changed from a smile to a
frown of pain.
“Easy, Little Brother. I may be big, but I hurt easily,” he said
and laughed.
“I'm sorry, Master Bubba, or course you do. How thoughtless of me.
I'll made it up to you, I promise, sir,” Ernie said.
“I'll hold you to that promise, Mr. Pennywise,” Bubba said,
winked, and grinned at his smaller buddy.
“Mon Dieu! I have never seen anything like this in my life. I will
never ask your family's worth again, Master Billy, simply because
there's no way of knowing until it's all weighed and counted,”
Pierre said. “Is this what the man in the great gold ship gave
you, sir?” he asked.
“Yes, part of it. Actually a very small part of the total gift,”
Billy said and his men tried to stifle a laugh. Several coughed
into a closed fist.
“You mean there's more than this cavern?” Ernest asked.
“We will take you in the scout ship to see the rest,” Billy said.
“Can you give an estimate how much the contents of this cavern is
worth, Mr. Pennywise?” he asked.
“I wouldn't even hazard a guess. The gold alone is more than any
I've ever encountered in one place on Earth. It's usually spread
out so if some should be lost for any reason, there will be other
caches stored in other safe places around the world. I've seen
pictures of when there was still gold in Ft. Knox and I don't
think there was ever this much there at one time – to say nothing
of the precious stones and jewelry. Your workers are doing a
wonderful job. Are you afraid of them putting some in their
pockets?” Ernest asked and grinned.
“No, they couldn't get back through the gate with even one piece
in their pocket. They wouldn't anyway. I pay them a handsome wage
and see to it they live comfortably,” Billy said.
“Unbelievable,” said Pierre Ondine.
“Y'ain't seen nothing yet,” Tron Garrett drawled and grinned.
The men went back through the gate. Billy picked up a beautiful
rosewood box and another small box from the table and carried them
back through the gate. He left them on another table in the scout
ship hangar bay. They took another gate onto Captain Nick's main
scout ship and once they were comfortable, Cloog took the small
craft out and flew it around the ranch so the men could get a good
eagle-eye view of everything. It was spectacular. Billy gave Cloog
the command and they began their descent into the Earth at the
coordinates Billy provided him. It didn't take long for them to
break through the granite stone into the huge chamber and began to
drop down toward the gleaming brightness of the ocean of gold and
precious stones reflected in the strong powerful lights on the
craft. There was a silence in the small ship you could have cut
with a knife. All Ernie could do was shake his head and rub
Bubba's big paw with his other.
“I can't even think of an exclamation for what I'm seeing out
there. How deep is this ocean?” Pierre asked almost like a whisper
in church.
“We've tried to take depth soundings of it, but we haven't been
very successful,” Billy replied.
“You could become the first man in history to buy the world,
Master Billy,” Ernest said quietly.
“Would it bring about a better life for all mankind?” Billy asked.
“It could, if you own it outright, and you carry out your dream.
You wouldn't even have to go that far. This fortune is like
nothing else in any other galaxy, to say nothing of the several
trillion I've agreed to shepherd for you and your family, sir.
Let's face it, wealth is power and you have a bigger power base
than any other man on Earth. As I understand it, I am to become
your main money management man if you will have me,” Ernie said.
“I'd like that very much, Mr. Pennywise. As I understand it, as of
last night you have become a fully fledged member of the Daniels
family, sir. Welcome home, Mr. Pennywise,” Billy said and shook
Ernest's hand.
“I've never felt more at home anywhere in my life, Master Billy,
and as a member of your family, I will never let you down,” Ernest
said firmly and everyone smiled.
“Hosanna!” shouted Randy with his small hand clenched into a fist
and raised above his head.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” the other men answered and raised their
fists in salute.
“How do you know when to shout 'Hosanna,' Bossman?” Pierre Ondine
asked him.
“It took me a good while to learn, sir, but once't you get the
hang of it, it comes naturally,” Randy said as he hooked his
thumbs in his wranglers and pulled them up further on his hips.
Billy was laughing his ass off on the inside, but only grinned,
and pulled Randy into another brotherly hug.
* * * * * * *
As Billy and his party left the scout ship area, he picked up the
ornate rosewood box and another small box with three beautiful
gold bracelets inlaid with precious stones. When they walked
through the gate into the dungeon area he handed Pierre the
rosewood box and gave the box of bracelets to Dermont. “Here Mr.
Ondine, this is a present for you to give to the lovely lady of
your household to commemorate you fledging as a Daniels Angel, and
in that box I gave Dermont are three bracelets for the three
beautiful ladies in your family. I'll let Dermont and Giles decide
which two bracelets go to which sister and there is a special one
for their mother,” I think they deserve something pretty and
unusual for putting up with us men's nonsense,” Billy said and
smiled.
“What is it, Master Billy?” Pierre asked like he was stunned.
“Open it and see, sir?” Billy urged him.
Pierre carefully opened the beautiful ornate box, and he was
amazed at what he saw. His boys gasped. They were looking at a
full formal necklace of perfectly matched emeralds set into white
gold with huge dangling emerald earrings to match. It was
stunning.
“I can't accept something like this from you, Master Billy. I
should be the one giving you gifts,” Pierre said.
“I appreciate your hesitance, but h'it ain't for you, Cowboy. It's
for your lovely intelligent wife, and if I'm correct, one a them
bracelets in that box is a perfect match for this set,” Billy said
and Dermont opened his box.
Sure enough, one bracelet was made of white gold set with emeralds
almost the exact same cut as the necklace. The other two would go
to the girls.
“Mother would love this, Pa-pa,” Dermont urged him quiety.
“I'm with my big brother, Pa-pa,” Giles said, “Mother would be
thrilled, and I know our little sisters will love the bracelets,”
he added.
“Then we have become family, Master Billy?” Pierre asked.
“I'd say over the last several days we done bonded pert-damn
tight, Master Ondine. Welcome to the family, sir,” Billy said and
the men shook hands. Dermont and Giles shook Billy's hand as well.
* * * * * * *
“Master Billy! Master Billy!” Bart Langstrom came running up to
the men. “My cowboy brothers, Hank and Buck, and several of your
Cowboy-Angels are down to the front gate. They's a ruckus going on
down there. Some spooks done shot one of the guard cattle 'cause
she refused to move and get out of their way to let them pass.
She's been hurt pretty bad, but she ain't dead. She's one a my
favorite Irin cows, Wilma Jean Bettage. They tried to shoo the
cows away so's they could get by, but them noble critters stood
firm and refused to budge. I was with 'em, but Hank sent me to the
barn to get you, and I transported here. They's five strange men
down there in black suits and funny hats wearing dark sunglasses
claiming they's government agents, and they got the right to come
onto our ranch to check for alien technology and hardware. Hank
got them stopped until I could come find you, sir,” Bart said.
“Ya, done good, Cowboy. We'll walk back down 'nere wiff' ya.' Mr.
Ondine, you and your boys rejoin your wife and daughters. Ram, you
stay on the ship. You can't de-wing for another eight hours or so.
You neither, Mr. Ondine. Randy, it looks like you're gonna' have
to be our main aura-reading man,” Billy said.
“No, Giles and Dermont can read auras. Take my boys, Master Billy,
I know you won't allow any harm come to them,” Pierre said.
“Good! René, you should be developing your aura reading talents.
Stay close to your brothers, Randy, Giles, and Dermont. Pard,
Tommy, Cal, and Rory you can read auras, too. You boys might as
well come along. Come, Gentlemen, and join us!” Billy exclaimed
barking out orders. His posse transported to the barn and walked
out into the sunshine. Bart ran ahead to tell Hank and the
strangers their Bossman was coming, and he would settle the
matter.
“Settle Hell! He'll do what we tell him, or we will shoot every
damn cow on this lot,” the head spook said.
On the way Archie and Edith appeared out of nowhere with the dogs
and started walking in-step along with Billy and his posse. Billy
imagined in his mind, while they didn't look like the old gang
from the O.K. Corral getting ready to fight it out with the Dalton
gang, his family came damn close to serving the same purpose.
Bubba and Ernest tagged along to see if they could be of any help.
“Clyde, drive our big flat bed truck down to the front gate so's
we can levitate Miss Bettage onto it, drive her back to the barn,
and grab Oatie to help you men patch her up,” Billy said as he
threw his keys high in the air for Clyde to catch.
“Sure thing, Boss!” Clyde hollered in reply. He caught Billy's
keys in mid-air like a forward pass and started running for the
old barn like it was the goal line.
They walked down to the front gate and Billy couldn't believe what
he saw: five men in the same suits, but not everyone was a perfect
fit. One of the smaller men's suit was way too big and one of the
larger men's suit was too small for him. Of the other three, two
wore penny loafers with white socks. The other's sock were
day-glow pink. One wore a pork-pie hat too small for his head and
the other three were so large they almost came down over their
ears. The only one to give an appearance of a real 'G-man' was the
one in front. 'He certainly cain't claim no fame as a stand-in for
Tommy Lee Jones,' Billy thought to himself, but he left his
channel open and several of his younger posse laughed at his
musing.
The dogs circled around the men, sniffed them up wind and down,
raised the hackles on their backs, and started growling low in
their throats. They sensed something about them wasn't right.
“Keep them damn dogs away from us, or we'll shoot them, too. Nasty
creatures. Don't know why man ever domesticated them filthy
beasts,” Spook number one said.
"Man didn't domesticate us. We domesticated him. Before we came
along, gave him our trust, and taught him to sing, he was little
more than a savage," Chloe said.
"Okay, neat trick! Which one of you clowns is the ventriloquist?
MIB numero uno asked sarcastically.
Billy completely ignored the spooks and went to his cow who was
lying in a pool of her own blood and in obvious pain. “Hold on,
Wilma, we got us a flat bed truck a' coming, we'll put you on it,
and get you to the barn to fix you up. You'll be all right, Sweet
Lady,” Billy said quietly. Wilma sighed deeply but didn't answer.
“Why are you talking to a damn cow, you country hick? I did you a
favor. She's gonna' die anyway. Cut her up and make some nice
steaks and brisket,” he said.
Billy slowly rose and looked at the man like he could kill him
with a look. << Okay, aura-reading Buckaroos, yore'
master needs some feedback, pert-damn quick! You pick'n up
anything unusual? >> Billy sent to his younger posse.
<< They ain't a human aura among them, >>
Randy sent back.
<< Something's wrong with them, Master Billy. They don't
smell human, >> Willow allowed.
<< They smell similar to one a them mountain boomer
lizards what we got down to our home in The Woodlands, sir,
>> Daffy sent to him.
<< Yeah, you're right, Brother. They stink. Them lizards
will eat anything including their own kind, >> Pancake
agree.
<< We agree with our canine friends, Master Billy. They
got some strange red, black, and green auras what look like
bloody vomit. They ain't nice critters, whatever the Hell they
are, >> Giles confirmed.
<< Two plus two makes four. What a' we got here, Family!
Help me out! >> Billy exclaimed in their heads.
<< Don't know, Big Brother. We ain't never seen an aura
like they's got, >> Randy said.
<< We have, Master Billy, >> came a mature
voice in his head. Billy recognized as Hank.
<< So have we, Master Billy, >> Edith sent to
him, << They are the reptilian race who captured me and
Archie along with Hank and Buck, >> she said, <<
Whatever you do, don't let them get the upper hand. We can't
let them escape to tell what they found even if you have to use
your well-developed art of cowboy bullshit to turn the tables on
them. Make a citizens arrest on the grounds of illegally
trespassing on open range territory belonging to the Daniels
family, and don't forget, they tried to kill one of your
animals. You got first hand witnesses. You have the right to
shoot all five and not a court in Texas will find you guilty no
matter what they say. If no department of government will claim
them, they have no one to contest your actions, >>
Edith explained.
<< Thanks friends, I'll take it from here, but I'll keep
a channel open for suggestions, >> Billy sent back.
“I ain't talking with you men until I get my heifer back to the
barn where my vet can take care of her,” Billy said firmly.
“What the Hell! I'll shoot ever damn cow on this lot if you don't
show us the respect we're due,” the leader said.
“Uh, Boss, maybe we should back off a little until he gets his cow
taken care of,” the smaller man said.
“You better keep a cool head, Dip-shit! You and your men are
standing in open range country. The law says I got the right to
stand my ground, and if you accidentally or purposely kill one of
my animals, I got the right to shoot and cancel your ass on the
spot! No questions asked! I ain't a' gonna' deal with you until
I'm ready, Fart-face, so cool your jets, or I will take action! I
promise you won't like my decision,” Billy exclaimed loudly.
“Yeah? And how you gonna' do that, you shit-kick'n piece of trash?
You don't even have a gun,” the leader said, and his hand started
to go for his shoulder holster.
“I'm warning you, asshole, if you go for your gun and pull it on
me, I'll take it away from you, pull yore' pants down, shove the
barrel up your ass, and blow the top of your fuck'n skull off!”
Billy yelled. About that time, Clyde arrived with the big truck
and purposely brought it to a screeching halt between the MIB
leader and Billy spewing dust and dirt in the spook's eyes.
<< Good timing, Brother! >> Billy sent to
Clyde, and he grinned.
The men and boys gathered around and made a good show of lifting
Wilma onto the back of the flat-bed truck, but she was much too
heavy. They very cleverly disguised their levitation apps by
making it look like they were huffing, puffing, and straining to
the max. One boy could have done it on his own. Once she was
secure, Clyde wasted no time driving up the hill and into the old
barn where Oatie and his men were waiting. Billy turned and looked
at the men in black. “Now, who do you represent, why are you here,
and what the fuck do you want?” Billy asked.
“We're from the government,” spook one said.
“Yes, that's right, we're from the government,” his smaller
sidekick echoed.
“Which government?” Billy asked.
“Your government, shit-kicker! The United Republic of Jesusland,”
the leader raised his voice.
“Ain't it your government, too?” Billy asked.
“Of course it is. Anymore stupid questions?” Spook number one
asked.
“Yeah, you damn right I got me some more questions. Several, as a
matter of fact, but ain't a one of 'em as stupid as you, Asshole!
What department in the government do you represent, and show me
your credentials. I wanna' know who and why-the-fuck some
government snot-nosed, over-paid, bureaucrat would give you morons
the authority to be on my property without my express consent!”
Billy asked.
“We don't have to show you shit, Cowboy,” MIB one said.
“Show him your badge, sir,” the smaller MIB urged his boss.
The big spook reached for his coat pocket and retrieved a small
leather wallet and flashed his badge at Billy and quickly returned
it.
“Nice try, Piss-ant, but I want it in my hand to examine. I plan
to copy each one of your badge numbers, and I wanna' see more
credentials than just a frick'n piece of tin. Enough of your
bad-ass 'G-man' scare-the-crap out of the citizen shit. You either
cooperate or you turn around, walk your asses out the gate to your
car, and drive away,” Billy said, “I'm tired of your nonsense,” he
added.
“We ain't going nowhere, Cowboy!” the head spook yelled and
reached for his revolver in his shoulder holster, pulled it out,
and leveled it at Billy's head. “This is all the credentials you
need, you loudmouthed hick! You either let us pass and do our job
or you're dead meat!” he yelled.
<< Madam Spartza! Beauford! Protection mode, pronto!
Please, >> Billy sent to his Shedus.
<< We're way ahead of you, Master. We're just awaiting
your call. You're covered! Call his bluff, sir, you got a
winning hand. You got the green-light to go. Ignite your
engines, and we got lift off, Cap'n Billy! >> Beauford
replied with a dab of humor.
Billy got a big grin on his face, “Don't let your slimy-green ass
write a check your bank can't cash, roach-eyes!” he said like a
challenge to the big spook. “Begone! You have no power here!” he
added with a wave of his hand like Glinda the good witch, and
heard several of his posse giggle. Billy was playing to his
younger audience to replace irrational fear of the unknown with a
bit of cowboy humor.
The MIB spook pulled his trigger but nothing happened. It clicked
several times like he was stroking an impotent sex organ. Billy
smiled. He thought the alien's face looked like he done shot his
wad before he even got his cock out of his pants. The big MIB
spook got a look of horror on his face, grimaced, pulled his arm
back like a frustrated pitcher in the bottom of the ninth inning
with the bases loaded and threw the gun at Billy's head with all
the power he could muster. It never reached its mark, slowed a
bit, and spun in mid-air for a couple of seconds, then disappeared
with an aural 'pop' like a beer loving cowboy pulling his finger
out of a long-neck bottle of Bud. “Oh, shit!” the spook muttered
and almost turned green. “You men! Pull your guns out and shoot
him! Shoot everyone of 'em and kill them damn cows and dogs, too!”
he yelled at his men. They reached for their guns, and they went
flying from their hands into the air and disappeared with four
more 'pops.'
There was a deadly silence for a couple of moments until several
of Billy's posse chuckled, “Is that all you got, Lizard Breath? A
boyscout would be better prepared, or do they have boyscouts on
the dung-heap you harken from. By the way, since the cowboys are
now in charge, how long can you filthy critters hold human form
without morphing back into reptiles?” Billy asked.
“What are we gonna' do, Boss? He knows about us. How could he
know?” the smaller alien asked.
“Shut up, Benson! He's just making wild-ass assumptions. He ain't
that smart. He's as ignorant as the rest of the people on this
planet. That's why they been cattle to us for so many centuries.
They can't do anything to us. We still hold the winning hand,” the
MIB main spook barked at his sidekick.
“Gentlemen – and I use the term loosely – you men are under
citizen arrest for trespassing on my property, and for the
attempted murder of one of my cows. Now, you may come along
peacefully or we will gladly use force if necessary, but I can
promise you, we won't be nice,” Billy said so cool and calm it
made the lizard's blood run several degrees colder than normal.
Several of Billy's younger posse giggled out of sheer relief their
leader gained the upper-hand and was taking charge of what could
have become a messy situation. “After many years of intimidating
and scaring the crap out of unsuspecting humans – just out of
curiosity – I can't help ask – how does it feel to be on the
shitty end of the alien-stick?” Billy asked spook number one.
“You won't get away with this, Cowboy. Our people will come after
us. In twenty-four hours your own government will be all over this
ranch like stink on shit. They'll find us, and you'll be forced at
gunpoint to release us. You'll have more trouble on you hands than
you can imagine. You don't think we been working alone all these
years, do you?” Spook one asked.
“Of course not. Your biggest problem is you continue to
underestimate me, Fish-bait. I'm in the drivers seat now, and yet,
you still got the hubris to doubt me. Since we got us some
technology what will level the playing field, you impostors are in
for a bumpy ride and so are your human cohorts. If they be
cooperating with you, they ain't no better than you lying scum
buckets, and need to be flushed out of our systems like a bad case
of food poisoning,” Billy shot back, “They give the term 'selling
your soul to the devil' new dimensions,” he added.
Billy wasn't taking any chances. He asked Edith to spin out
several lengths of her strong rope to bind the five alien spooks
and had each of his younger posse cut lengths about four feet
each, using their cutting apt on high power. The cowboys
blindfolded them with their bandannas and Bart donated his to
stuff in MIB numero uno's mouth to keep him from spewing forth
more garbage they weren't interested in hearing. They took them to
the old barn and through a gate to the dungeon in the castle on
Captain Nick's ship.
Billy instructed his men to put them in five of the unused cells
which didn't have anything to lie or sit on but cold, hard metal
slabs jutting out from the wall and supported by heavy-duty chains
hanging from the ceiling. He didn't want them to have any
comforts. Billy's younger posse took great pleasure out of
undressing the prisoners and frog-marching them to their cells.
They were each given an old pillow and a blanket for the bed.
Billy gave orders not to remove their bindings until they were
secure in their cells.
In the meantime, another group of Billy's men were investigating
the car to see what they could find out about it and where it came
from. They found nothing. The license plates were bogus and there
was no engine serial numbers on the block or the front dashboard.
It looked like an old Lincoln Continental, but they couldn't
pinpoint the year or model. Finally, Billy gave up and decided it
should be hidden where it would never be found unless they
discovered some use for it.
They got the keys from MIB numero uno's pocket, but Billy was
afraid for his men to drive it anywhere because of the possibility
of remote control; it might disappear with one or two of his men
to who knows where? He heard reports of MIB cars driving away and
disappearing on the highway. One minute it was there, and the next
– poof – it was gone. Buck came up with an idea to hitch up two of
their sturdiest bulls with ropes to the front axle. With them
pulling and Billy's biggest men pushing, they could move it up to
the big barn and through a gate where it would never be
found.
* * * * * * *
Sheriff Tate and his family drove out for Sunday dinner with the
Daniels. They were invited for the afternoon and evening to watch
the TV news show of Billy's interview with Doug Quilty. Billy let
the boys tell Will what happened. The boys were so wowed and
enthusiastic they got everyone laughing. They were like proud
little popinjays and even more proud of the their big brother and
family. They worked like a finely oiled machine to ferret-out and
capture the evil MIBs who were now unhappily in the dungeon on
Captain Nick's ship.
After dinner, Will accompanied Billy and his posse to the old
barn. Wilma Jean Bettage was lying comfortably on her side
completely healed and enjoyed some fresh oats and hay. Oatie and
his men did an excellent job of restoring Wilma and healing her.
She related her story to the sheriff. It was one of the few times
Billy and his family saw Will Tate lose it. Since he became a
member of the Daniels family, he gained his dad back, and they
gathered a new little bother unto them to spoil and include in
their lives, to say nothing of seven flying and talking dogs and
various Watchers. Will became the soul of togetherness. He buried
the bad things of his past and was actively living for the present
and the future. Will broke down in tears several times and Wilma
patiently waited for him to get himself together before she
continued with her story. Billy said as soon as she was a bit
better, he was going to have her morph to her humanoid form and
find a nice place for her. She certainly deserved something
better. She became the heroine of the ranch for several days.
Will didn't spend much time with the prisoners, but he agreed they
were where they should be until they could decide what to do with
them. He was as convinced as Billy there was more to come. From
the time they were incarcerated in the cells in the dungeon, they
began to give off a terrible foul odor which made those who were
previously around them for any length of time become sick at their
stomachs and caused them to wretch. Billy observed noticeable
changes in their skin content. After three days they started
shedding their human exterior, and it didn't take them long to
regress back into their lizard forms complete with reptilian
slit-eyes, scaly green skin, forked tongues, two sharp green horns
on their heads, and tails to balance them when they walked. Billy
contracted with Doug Quilty and Wes Taylor to gather videos from
the robo-cams which filmed them every hour of the day to show a
time-lapse video of the transition of the five MIBs from human
back to their alien bodies. It was a pretty damning amalgamation
of video.
They had a devil of a time finding food for them to eat. They
rejected everything until one afternoon the boys cornered a big
rat and managed to zap it enough to stun it. Just for shits and
giggles the boys went to visit their friends guarding the alien
prisoners and while they weren't looking they secretly released
the rat into their cell compound. It wasn't a secret very long.
There came a big ruckus like a feeding frenzy as the poor rat was
chased from cell to cell until the biggest one caught it, held it
above his head by his tail, opened his huge mouth, and dropped it
in. The rat was gone. After the guards figured out where the rat
came from, they laughed their asses off with the boys and told
Master Billy they solved the feeding problem. They sent out
e-mails to the Grange ranches to put out traps for small wild
pigs, rats, mice, vermin of all kinds, except skunks; the aliens
smelled bad enough. They would eat anything including snakes and
large lizards endemic to the southwest, but it had to be alive.
Billy and his men made one error while holding them prisoners.
They allowed them out of their individual cells into a common area
where they could enjoy each other's company. All went well for
several days until Thursday afternoon the four larger aliens
decided they were a mite peckish, ganged up on the smallest of the
five, killed him, and feasted on his body. There was very little
of him left when Billy's guards discovered he was gone. They
didn't seem the least remorseful when Billy confronted them and
called them barbarians and the scum of the universe.
Billy planned to eventually turn the aliens over to the Sheriff
and transfer them to the jail in Mason, but it was mutually
decided before Sheriff Tate called anyone of higher authority, he
would give the Daniels family time to post everything on the
Internet including the aliens cannibalizing one of their own
species. Their reasoning was, it was so startling and unnerving,
it might draw attention away from the Daniels family and put the
spotlight on a failed government which lied to them about so many
things over the years to protect the self interests of the ruling
class for the purpose of hiding new technology from the common
man. Billy Daniels planned to change the ball game, and he was
well under way.