Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
By Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 82
"A woman, who was once my mate, and had our baby that didn't
live but nine days, an RN, with enough savvy to be a
professional and an ample load of common sense, anxiously
anticipates the Jimmy Swaggert show on TV nowadays, and
ridiculously "speaks in (repetitious) tongues," as she awaits
the rapture and salvation and a blessed eternity. At the same
time, she is filled with fear and loathing, and condescension
toward infidels and heretics, like me. "Snatching" her body or
her "snatch" is the last thing on my mind though I tolerate
her company as long as she stays on the shallow end with our
conversations. She embarrasses me; you can dress her up but
you can't take her out." ~ Randy James
“Are you men interested in hearing what I told you about Master
Billy's and my new idea for you?” Bubba asked on the way back to
his ranch.
For a few pregnant moments, there was a dead silence in Bubba's
truck. No response. Grover looked at Jack, and he nodded to his
older barrister comrade, “We'd like to hear about it soon enough,
but what we really want to know is what's this thing with you and
Little Mister Moneybags?” Grover asked and got Jack laughing at
his cognomen for Ernest. Grover could be funny with his cowboy dry
hyperbole sometimes.
“Hear! Hear!” agreed Jack, “Y'ain't never said nary a word about a
relationship with Master Billy's gold merchant. He was a strong
pitch out of left field. Your best friends were dumbfounded, and
correct me if I'm wrong, Cowboy, but I certainly think we qualify
as two of your best buddies. Hell, we practically live at your
place. Lord knows we been down a couple of bumpy roads with you
and was right by your side every step of the way,” Jack added as
evidence.
“I weren't trying to hide nothing. It just ain't never come up
'til now, but everyone knows Ernest and me bunked it in together
the couple of months we's on them other planets in two different
galaxies. It was carefully planned by them high mucky-mucks on
both planets. I was asked to become his big brother-protector by
them two huge Watchers, Greg and Al, what became my 'heavenly'
uncles when I's just a toddler on Retikki Prime. That ain't their
real names, but we's a little closer than most. Gregor and
Albrecht is their formal names. They done asked me to see to
Ernest as a favor for them, Matt Quigley, ma' brother, Billy, and
for the sake of their plans for us here on Terra. The poor little
man was scared shitless, everything was so strange and new to him.
The thought of go'n about naked in public without clothes only
added to his trauma. I was suppose to become his big brother and
explain things to him. It was just one of those things; it
progressed from there. You cain't bunk it in with a man ever' damn
night for a couple of months and not form a close relationship;
but, like everything in life, it took time for him to adjust. It
took me less time to adjust to him.
“The first time I met him there was some'um electric what passed
between us. He knew it, too, but it frightened him. I already knew
his problems and knew I would have to take charge. We started by
me ordering him to remove his clothes. The idea was repugnant and
horrifying to him. He refused. I told him he had a choice. He
could remove them, or I would remove them for him. He finally
broke and figured since he didn't have no choice, it would be less
trauma for him to remove his own clothes. When he finished, I
ordered him to undress me while he was buck-naked. He reluctantly
obeyed me but tried his damnedest not look upon me while he was
working. I told him to look and admire my body if he found it to
his liking. I explained, taking peeks at me he should think upon
as the cherry and chocolate syrup on top of his Sundae. I set a
rule, I wouldn't allow him to wear no clothes while we were alone
in our apartment together. He would always be the first to strip
and then offer his help to undress me. He accused me of trying to
turn him into my slave, and rather than argue the point, I agreed
with him.
I encouraged him to think on me as his Master, and I would think
on him as my Slave while we were on them two planets. I
emphasized, while he was visiting Retikki Prime and Fort Adam Lear
he wouldn't have no choice in the matter no-ways; however, I
firmly urged him to see the reasoning behind it. I explained,
after a while it would help him psychologically to get over his
crippling shyness if he was to think upon what he was doing as
pleasing his master. Fuck the rest of the universe, it came down
to his and my bond. He didn't even have to love me, but I swore on
the name of some unknown god, if he chose to be my slave, I
demanded his respect. As a slave, it was his duty to the master
who cared enough about him to claim him for his own, to please
him, and do his bidding without hesitation. I even went further
than what me and my uncles agreed upon.
"I made a bargain with him. We knew we were going to be together
for two months, so at the end of the first month, if he found he
could no longer abide being my slave and calling me his master, he
could ask for another roommate. If he still chose to bunk it in
with me, where it went from there, was up to him; it would be his
choice. I think I struck a chord with him, but it remained a
conundrum for him. The first night my little buddy was a nervous
wreck. I ordered him to come to his master's arms. He refused. I
told him he didn't have no choice in the matter. I grabbed him and
held him until he calmed down and settled for crying in my arms. I
spoke softly to him telling him my purpose was not to hurt him but
to help him do battle with his abnormal fears. I kissed his tears
away and gently stroked him until his little penis began to grow
proud and strong.
"As the days went by, our roles with each other became more
acceptable to bow'fus and slowly began to take on a new importance
for my little buddy. Ernest relaxed and slowly allowed himself to
begin think'n on his'self as my slave. In private together, I
would call him my slave and let him know his master was proud of
him and his brave attempts to make adjustments. The more he worked
at it, and let himself go, the more proud he became of our
relationship, and the less he thought about his fears. He began to
refer to me as his master and his'self as my slave in private. He
began to proudly introduce me as his master to anyone who didn't
know us. I began to respond in kind and proudly introduced him as
my slave.
"He came to love lying in my arms and having me stroke him like he
was my beloved pet. No one paid the least attention to us. On them
planets nudity, masters and slaves is the norm rather than the
exception. At the end of the first month, the subject of seeking a
new roommate never came up. By that time, we bonded so tight you
couldn't separate us with a block and tackle and two teams of
draft-horses, but we ain't never had sex until last weekend. We
did us a lot of hugging, kissing, and fondling one another, but I
swore to my surrogate pa I'd be his first and he'd be my first.
You men know I believe in the cowboy way– a cowboy should always
keep his word,” Bubba said in his defense.
“In other words, you became Ernest's big daddy and provided him
with the strong male support and stability he never got while
growing up?” Grover asked.
“Damn you're sharp, Grover. I won't deny it was definitely a part
of them ancients' plan,” Bubba replied, “They seen what I done
with Orville, and they wanted the same for Ernest with a bit
different twist,” Bubba added.
“Makes sense,” Jack said, “Ernie didn't need to become
psychologically branded as a punishment slave. He didn't need
correction for wrong doing. Them ancients decided he needed a
personality correction for something from his past which left a
flawed imprint on him what would hold him back from from becoming
the talented man they knew he could be; sort of like sharpening a
knife or tuning up a fine engine," Jack said.
“Exactly, Little Brother,” Bubba said, “and indeed he did need
correction. Ernie and his younger brother were the products of a
broken home. His father married their mother, but shortly after
the birth of their second son, Mrs. Pennywise blatantly started
running around on her husband and began sharing a bed with a
hard-drinking off-shore oil rig roughneck. Mr. Pennywise filed for
divorce but his lawyer was either incompetent or lazy and told him
there weren't no way he could get him custody of his boys. Since
he was an up-and-coming young executive in the banking industry,
he was also burdened by excessive monthly child support payments.
“His ex-wife and her boyfriend were worldly-wise and hired a
better attorney who managed to get everything they wanted. Shortly
after the divorce, the boy's new step-dad quit his job and moved
in with the ex-Mrs. Pennywise and her two sons. They lived high
off Mr. Pennywise's alimony while the boys wore rags, were dirty,
and half-starved most of the time. They gave the boys just enough
to keep them alive from one alimony-check to the next. From what
little them ancients told me and what I pieced together from
Ernie, the boy's life for the first decade of their young lives
was pure Hell. Ernie suffered from a couple of learning disorders.
He was dyslexic and diagnosed as having a mild form of autism
known as Asperger's syndrome. The younger boy was fine, but was
even more stunted in his mental development and physical growth
than Ernest.
“One night the boy's mother and step-father got drunk, and tried
to kill each other after sexually molesting the boys. The police
came and found the boys hiding, huddled together in the basement
in an old cupboard scared out of their wits. The courts gave the
boys to Mr. Pennywise. Ernest was ten and his brother was eight.
Mr. Pennywise did the best he could for them, but he had problems
and time limitations of his own. The boys were pretty much left
alone to do as they pleased. As long as they went to school, made
decent grades, and didn't bother their dad, everything was fine.
They grew up trusting only themselves and found it difficult to
form friendships or binding relationships with anyone else.
“I'll admit, at first, I was doubtful them ancients' idea would
work, but the more I cross referenced Ernie's situation with
Orville's in my mind, I began to understand what I was providing
them men was little more than the same psychology the Marines use
to build men for their purposes; the only difference being, I was
providing my slaves with honest affection and small rewards when
deserved for working hard to please their master; which in turn,
became the goals them ancients wanted for them. I'm happy to say,
they both responded like we hoped they might,” Bubba added.
“It was them ancients' contention, while Ernie was a genius at
exchanging precious metals and jewels for an honest market value
and make a handsome profit, his private life was in such shambles
he would burn out shortly like the most brilliant stars in the
night sky shine brightly for a brief period, then either go nova
or collapses in on themselves to become a neutron star. They
didn't want to take that chance, not only for the sake of our
future, but their business dealing on Earth as well. They realized
Ernie needed an anchor he could depend on to affix himself to a
more stable reality; someone he could lean on occasionally and
help absorb his tension and frustrations brought on by the fast
pace world of business and money. I was asked to be his anchor,
and I'm not ashamed to say, I was proud when I agreed to help.
“The final week of our trip to them other planets we returned to
Retikki Prime for several days of meetings and last minute updates
on our assigned jobs and preparations for such. By that time,
Ernie became like a warm comfortable lap dog for me, and I don't
mean it in a degrading way. We grew close and comfortable with
each other to the point we could almost read each other's minds
without using an application. He would start a sentence and I
would finish it, or I would and he would finish mine. The last few
days, Ernie became withdrawn and quiet like he was putting on the
brakes because he knew our time together was coming to an end. I
suspected as much because it wasn't difficult to feel his
frustration. Ernie was trying to prepare himself for the let-down
of separation. I could tell it wouldn't be easy for him to say
'goodbye' because I felt the same damn way.
“I fought wiff' myself not to over play my hand. I grew to love
and appreciate Ernie for the talented and thoughtful young man he
is, and my love for him grew stronger every day we were together.
I never wanted to let him go. Unfortunately, we knew and came to
accept reality, we must walk different paths. We are both
important, but we must play separate roles if the progress of the
future is to go the way them ancients planned for us. I give it my
best shot not to show my frustration 'cause I knew it would only
make it harder for Ernie. Finally, I reached my limit of
tolerance, and I knew I must do something. I stopped short of
laying my cards on the table. I told Ernie I would request a
private conference with my surrogate uncles and ask them for help.
Ernie was proud and happy I felt strong enough about him I would
go to bat for us. He agreed, and we were granted an audience with
Greg and Al two days before we returned to Earth.
“We were surprised and pleased they saw no great obstacle with our
bonding; in fact, they were happy for us and explained it was what
they planned all along. They laughed at our conundrum and told us
we forgot about our saving grace within the time dilation of
galaxies. If we could find fifteen minutes or an hour of our time
on Earth to get away, we could enjoy each other on Retikki Prime,
Fort Adam Lear, or any other of the hundreds of thousands of
resort planets in either galaxy for a week, two, or a month or
more and little time would pass on Earth. Anywhere we chose to go,
they assured us, we would be welcomed as honored guests of the
Lord High Chancellors on Retikki Prime. In essence, we could
become each other's escape valve and held unlimited passports and
reservations at the best vacation spots in either galaxy; not too
damn shabby for a dumb old Hill Country Cowboy-master and his
small, comfortable, and handsome young talented slave.
“Furthermore, my uncles knew Ernie was struggling with the idea of
becoming a slave to another man. He wanted me, but he didn't want
to be my slave. They assured him there was little difference
between becoming a man's slave or his married partner. Ring
placement might present a problem, but as long as only those in
the know were aware of their significance, it didn't matter. They
gave Ernie an Earthly-month to decide what he wanted. I also told
Ernie if he happened to find me worthy and chose to become my
slave, he must make arrangements to be trained because I wouldn't
have time to train him myself with the many responsibilities I
would have after our return. It didn't take Ernie a week to decide
he wanted to become my slave, and he contacted Greg and Al to seek
their help in training. He spent a month or more learning to
become a good slave under the tutelage of a fine master on Retikki
Prime,” Bubba finished.
There was another protracted silence in the truck. “Then is it
safe to assume, Mr. Pennywise will become your slave, Bubba?”
Grover asked.
“He is my slave, Grover. He done give himself to me, I accepted
his gift, and we consummated our bond when his master took him for
his first time as his slave this past weekend,” Bubba said
quietly, “Our bond as master and slave is complete. As a matter of
fact, our first night together we gave birth to three new stars in
the Ophiuchus constellation,” Bubba said and grinned, “And the
next evening we decided we'd try to set a new record and gave
birth to four new stars in the Sombrero galaxy,” he added. “Any
more questions, Gentlemen?” he asked.
Jack felt Grover gently nudge him with his elbow, “Just one,” Jack
said, “Does this leave you open for a full-time partner?” he
asked.
“I don't know. I suppose it does, but I ain't gonna' worry myself
none about it. I ain't just some slobbering old hound-dog what's
sniffing every corner for sex. I ain't got me no plans to go out
and beat the bushes for Mr. Right. If he should fall out of the
sky into my lap on a clear Sunday, I might consider, but it would
have to be somebody pert-dang special. I got Orville to take care
of me, and getting away with Ernest once't in a while or having
him to the ranch from time to time will be a treat.
Them men will probably keep me pretty-well satisfied,” Bubba said,
“Besides, I got me a contract wiff' both them men, and I ain't
gonna' let them down. They need me, and I ain't ashamed or afeared
to admit I need them, too,” he added, “If'n I's to take on a
partner he would want my full attention at all times, and I just
ain't ready to make that kind of commitment right now. They's just
too damn much at stake, and I ain't gonna' let my slaves or the
Daniels' family down. They been damn good to me, and I'm
comfortable wiff' the way things is going,” Bubba said strongly.
They drove along in silence for a while. “Now we got the important
stuff out of the way, what do you and Master Billy have in mind
for us humble attorneys?” Grover asked. Bubba and Jack broke up
laughing.
“Humble attorneys?” Bubba asked, “I don't think so, but I'll run
with it,” he answered his own question.
“Sure we are. Brother Grover and me could be making ten times what
we make in our one-horse town if'n we's in Dallas, Houston, San
Angelo, or San Antonio. There really ain't enough business in
Mason to support two attorneys, but all of life is a trade-off. I
don't want to live in a big city, and I'd bet a goodly piece of my
fine cowboy ass Grover wouldn't either,” Jack said strongly.
“Bad bet, Buckaroo! Drop yore' drawers when we get to Bubba's!
Grease up them hinges on your back-door! For a piece a that sweet
ass a yorn, I'll pack my bags and be on the road to Houston by
sunup,” Grover slapped his knee and the men shared another
laugh.
“You dirty old man!” Jack teased.
“I though you know'd by now, I'm the original dirty old man, Son,”
Grover replied.
“Like Hell! Fuck that! Since you been refurbished you don't look a
day over fifty, and I got me a feeling you got another
refurbishment session coming from Master Billy as a partial reward
for your bravery in the rescue of them Fallen Angels,” Jack said
and Bubba strongly agreed.
“It would be nice. How many men get to live their lives over and
make the same mistakes?” Grover asked.
“I know you well enough to know you won't make the same mistakes,
Gramps,” Bubba said, “Now do you men wanna' hear what I gotta' say
or do you wanna' shovel bullshit'n for the rest of the ride
to home?” Bubba asked.
“We promise! We'll behave, Daddy,” Grover replied, and they
laughed again.
“All right. See that you boys do,” Bubba said and got another
laugh. “We want you men to open two offices. They'll be staffed by
our new crop of Irin slaves who have just passed the Texas Bar
exams. They's about fifty in all, but you don't have to take that
many. We want you to hold interviews and choose the most promising
for your attorneys. One office will be an Ombudsman/Citizens
Advocate to settle civil disputes on all levels including filing
suits against politicians for graft, code violations,
misrepresentations, tax evasion, or any wrong-doing on behalf of
Texas citizens and surrounding small towns in particular. The
other office will deal with criminal litigation. Those chosen will
be raised to the level of citizen-slaves, meaning they will become
citizens of the state of Texas and the New Republic Of Jesus Land,
but they will still be classified as the Daniels family slaves.
They will be allotted a monthly salary of a thousand a month to
begin,” Bubba said and stopped for a minute. We're willing to
start you men at four thousand a month, and if ever'thing goes
well, we'll consider a pay raise at the end of the year,” Bubba
said.
“Does that include washing your socks?” Jack asked and Grover
giggled.
“There are no perks!” Bubba shot back and leveled Jack and Grover.
“Hell, I weren't kidding about becoming Doug's assistant. Hell,
yes, I'll do it for four thousand. I ain't had that much steady
income even when I started drawing social security. How 'bout you,
Jack?” Grover asked.
“Count me in, Daddy. If I had to pay for housing like most folks,
I couldn't make it on what little business I get. I'm busy
sometimes, but Hell, it's nickle-dime shit. Us country lawyers
can't get the rates them big-city fellers can because most of the
ranchers can't afford an attorney to begin with. We do a lot of
pro bono work because we know them folks just can't afford it. The
last income I had was when you come to me six months ago, Bubba,
to help settle your uncle's estate. Fuck yes! I'm with Grover!
I'll gladly accept your and Master Billy's offer,” Jack replied.
“Does that mean we still get our monthly allotment from the
Grange?” Grover asked.
“Of course!” Bubba exclaimed.
“Turn this damn truck around and head back to Brady!” Jack
exclaimed, “I wanna' buy me some better furniture for two of my
guest bedrooms!” he added, and got the other two men laughing at
him.
“Later, Little Brother, we got other shit to take care of this
e'nin; howsomever, we better buy it quick or you won't get to ogle
that big cowboy delivery man's ass. He ain't gonna' be working for
them after the end of July,” Bubba said.
“I'll just have to invent more reasons to hang around your place,
I guess,” Jack said, “You're one to talk. We seen you checking out
Doug's ass,” he added.
“Don't I know it! Holy shit! That cowboy done got his'self one of
the sweetest dang Buckaroo Butts I ever did see on a cowboy. Just
the sight of it makes ma' mouth water and old Donkey-Kong stand at
attention. Makes me wanna' fall on ma' knees, throw my arms in the
air, and shout 'Hosanna!'” Bubba lamented.
“I'll second that!” Grover exclaimed in response.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” Jack echoed agreeing with his brothers.
“What the Hell you gonna' do when he starts working for you,
Cowboy?” Grover asked and grinned.
“Hell-far, my uncle didn't raise no dummy, Grampa. I'll make damn
sure it's in his contract, his bossman has the right to cop-a-feel
at least once't a day or twice if the poor kid's feeling down and
needs a little encouragement,” Bubba said and got everyone
laughing.
“Why settle for a feel when you could have the whole pie for
yourself if'n you played your cards right, Buckaroo?” Grover
asked.
“Naw, Doug's just a kid. I look on him like I do you, Jack, and
Hoss. He's another brother to me,” Bubba said firmly.
“Just in case y'ain't noticed, Buckwheat, little brothers got
they'selves a way of growing into big brothers pert-damn quick,”
Jack sagely offered.
“Maybe. Like Forest Gump's momma said: Life's like a box a
chocolates. You never know what chews gonna' git,” Bubba said and
his two buddies knew it was the last they would get out of him on
the subject, but Grover felt sure it was enough to set the gears
in motion in that big head sitting on Bubba's massive shoulders.
* * * * * * *
It was a crazy week after the TV interview. People from all over
the world were trying to get in touch with Billy Daniels and not
just the good-hearted common folks who mostly found him new and
refreshing. They wanted to wish him well and tell him how much
they enjoyed his interview. There were scientist from all walks
wanting questions answered about the new species and how he
managed to genetically modify dogs to speak. They ranged from
serious professionals interested in research to the lowest of
redneck geeks who wanted to come and kill the Sasquatch because
they saw them as a threat to their way of life: loving themselves
some Jesus while beating their wives, mistreating their children,
swilling a twelve-pack of cheap beer, and shooting anything that
moves because it's their god-given right to bear arms.
Aunt Helen anticipated such a reaction and instructed her crack
team of engineers to set up several tables with rotary landlines
to intercept calls and forward only those of close friends and
family up to the big house or Billy's cell phone. They worked in
shifts so many calls were coming in. The largest group were
seeking to buy DVDs of the previous day's barnyard concert. They
took their order and credit card number and submitted the
information to the DVD department. Billy was impressed things were
going better than he expected.
Randy, Kayla, Tommy, Pard, Rory, and Cal were staying at the
Daniels ranch for the week. They wanted to get used to riding
their ponies and learning how to care for them from the head
cowboys. It was Thursday afternoon they discovered a live rat
caught in a regular animal trap. They mischievously took it to the
dungeon and let it loose in the area the cowboys were holding the
aliens. Kayla refused to go along because she hated rats, and the
aliens frightened her. They had weird eyes like a snake. Once the
boys let the rat go, all Hell broke loose and it caught the
attention of the guards. They watched together as the biggest
caught it, held it up by its tail, opened his scaly green mouth,
dropped the live rat inside and swallowed. Everyone was in shock,
but at least they knew what and how the aliens ate.
Billy almost laughed his ass off when he heard what the boys did.
He didn't scold them or even bother to talk with them about it. He
did tell them he was proud of them, but he didn't elaborate. They
knew why. By Wednesday evening the Lizard-men were smelling so bad
they began to make the guards sick. Even the several large
Watchers they kept around for backup were having problems being
around them for any length of time. Thursday Will Tate dropped by
the ranch for lunch and almost lost it when they took him to see
the aliens.
“Billy, you know I'd do any damn thing in the world for you, but I
don't want them sons of bitches anywhere near my jail. There ain't
enough Pine-sol cleaner in Texas to cover that stench. I don't
know how you're ever gonna' get the smell out of this dungeon
area,” Will said.
“You're right, Sheriff. I been thinking about it a lot, and I
think we need some help from our big brothers. I plan to keep them
through tomorrow to get videos of their complete morphing
transformation from human back to reptiles then call on some
'heavenly' help,” Billy said.
“What do you plan to do with the video?” Will asked.
“Make several copies. I'll give you one in case you need it for
anything or just to keep it as a backup. I plan on sending one to
Doug and Wes in Houston to see if their station manager they's in
tight with will allow them to put it on the Friday evening news
broadcast. By that time we should be rid of them. We can claim
some men from the government came and took them away, and we ain't
seen 'em since. We won't be lying because them huge Watchers will
be from the government on Retikki Prime,” Billy said and laughed.
“What do you think they'll do with them, Son?” Will asked from
behind his bandanna covering his nose and mouth.
“Ain't no doubt in my mind, Sheriff, they'll snuff them bastards,”
Billy replied.
“Have you considered shooting them and calling the feds to come
get them?” Will asked.
“Yeah, but Nick thinks if the top one percent are in cahoots with
them, they'll dispose of the bodies and claim they never received
them or they just up and disappeared,” Billy said.
“Makes good sense to me. I'd listen to your pa, Son,” Will said
and shook his head from the stench.
Thursday afternoon after the Sheriff left, during the changing of
the guards, there was a ruckus in the main holding cell and the
two sets of guards were stunned to watch the four larger aliens
gang-up on the smaller one, kill him, and in a feeding frenzy,
began to eat their smaller comrade. Almost every man and several
of the Watchers ran for the toilets to gag and throw up. It was a
horrible experience for them and the men knew they would dream
about it for months and possibly years afterward. They watched
with contempt and disgust as the four remaining aliens finished
their meal. There was very little left of the smaller alien. They
ate everything. Bones and all.
Billy was standing with his men. The good Watchers, who weren't
looking, peeked into the room and became ill. Billy never knew a
Watcher could barf, but several of them did. It only added to the
overall stench. Billy was almost at his wits end, when suddenly a
large gate opened into the dungeon area. Through the gate came
eight, larger than human, handsome, naked Angels accompanied by
six of the biggest Watchers Billy, his men, and his Watchers ever
saw. The Angels were big but the Watchers were enormous.
“Master Billy?” the Alpha Angel asked.
“I'm Billy Daniels, sir, and this fine looking gentleman next to
me is my adopted dad, Mr. Nick Samuels. Welcome to Earth and our
ship, “Lilith's Joy,” Billy replied.
“Gentlemen! Watcher Escort! Show homage to our young master!
Present arms!” the largest Angel bellowed to his fellow Angels and
Watchers. Each Angel was wearing a beautiful silver sword by his
side. In unison they unsheathed their swords, held them high,
bowed deeply, went down on one knee and placed their swords on the
deck in front of them. The huge Watchers fell to their knees at
the same time and bowed their heads with the Angels. “The gracious
rulers or the Lord High Chancellors on Retikki Prime, Gregor and
Albrecht, heard you might need some help with a difficult
situation, Master Billy. Every Angel and Watcher you see before
you volunteered to come to Earth in a special platoon to offer our
assistance and remove this repugnant burden for you, Sire,” the
lead Angel said.
Billy looked at Nick who had the biggest grin on his face. Nick
shook his head in disbelief. << Graciously accept their
homage, Kemosabe. Have them stand, offer your hand to their
leader, and ask him to introduce his men and Watcher-Escorts to
you, >> Nick sent.
<< Thanks, Tonto. Aside from being the bestest gotdamned
good-looking Angel I ever done met, with the sweetest tasting
cock-juice, and being the very finest butt fucker in a thousand
galaxies, you's always there when I need you to save my life,
>> Billy returned. The Angels and the Watchers started
looking at one another and laughed. “Annnnd, they can also hear my
thoughts, c'ain't they, Tonto?” Billy asked out loud.
“Yes, Kemosabe, they can, Sire,” Nick replied and laughed.
Billy and Nick's exchange only made the Angels and the Watchers
laugh harder. Nick watched as he saw something click in his young
master's head. Billy handed Nick his cowboy hat, kicked off his
favorite pair of cowboy boots Jurgen made for him, ripped off his
shirt, and shucked off his wranglers faster than he ever saw Billy
undress. He pulled his huge buckaroo boots back on and stood
before the Angels and their Watcher-Escorts, buck-ass-naked except
for his boots. They smiled and nodded to each other at his gesture
of openness and welcome. Nick didn't tell him to do it. It was a
protocol Billy decided for himself.
Billy opened his arms fully as if to symbolically embrace each
one, “Stand, fearsome Gentlemen and handsome Beasties, and sheath
your weapons! I stand before you defenseless as a new born babe
and as open as a willing lover,” Billy said firmly and continued,
“Your homage is greatly appreciated. Alpha-Angel, I will start
with you. Please be so kind as to introduce yourself, your
handsome Angels, and your stunningly good-looking
Watcher-Escorts,” Billy said in a commanding voice. All laughter
stopped immediately. They were stunned and overwhelmed by Billy's
humility and trust. They were once again sober in the presence of
their young master.
Nick was in awe at how quickly Billy could go from a faux pas
committing buffoon to a commanding presence in a matter of
seconds. He certainly knew how to endear himself to a group of men
he never met before just by listening to his inner voice and being
himself. In a matter of minutes, Billy had them eating out of his
hand. The Alpha-Angel introduced himself as 'Zed' and his
second-in-command, Zan. He went from Angel to Angel and everyone's
name started with a Z. Zed, Zan, Zig, Zag, Zap, Zod, Zek, and Zak.
Billy thought if you said their names fast enough it might sound
like a hail storm on a tin roof.
Each of the Angels was as handsome at the next, but they didn't
look alike. Each was distinctly different, but every one dripped
with hyper-masculine pheromones. They looked like full-time
professional body builders from Earth and their pectoral muscles
were so big they looked like they needed a bra to contain them
comfortably. Billy didn't know much about women's apparel, but he
wondered if there was a 'Z' size bra. Our young hero's fertile
impudent young mind immediately put the two brain-farts together
and branded them as the 'Z-bras' or Zebras. Not only were the
Angels pumped to the max, but their Watcher-Protector escorts were
equally pumped. Billy never saw such magnificent beasts.
Billy clasp his right arm with each Angel in a gesture of
brotherly unity as instructed by his pa. Billy was getting better
at seeing auras. The Angels and the Watchers were as bright and
colorful as a rainbow. Billy imagined they must be a special
breed, but he was a bit disappointed their wings were white. After
the arm grasping he pulled each one into a full body hug and
kissed him on the mouth. Billy got an erection and each Angel
responded in kind. When he finished greeting the Angels there were
eight Angels and their young master sporting erections. It was
difficult for Billy to contain himself within an acceptable range
of social decorum while meeting the Warrior-Angels' giant
Watcher-Protector escorts. Each one was perfectly groomed and
exhibited few of the same traits as his brother-Watchers on Earth.
These monsters were obviously an elite group, and they stood proud
and tall. They, too, exuded a hyper-masculine aura and a sexual
scent so strong Billy's cock began to drool when he met the first
Watcher. He threw caution to the wind and indulged his little boy
inside. After formal arm-clasps, he threw his arms around each
one's neck and kissed them on their mouths as well. They responded
in kind and didn't want to let him go. Each reluctantly passed him
from monster to monster until they exchanged body scents with the
young master. They became him and Billy became them.
Nick shook his head again and grinned. After Billy gave the last
Watcher-Protector his official hug and kiss, he returned to
Warrior-Zed and complimented him on his platoon. “You gentlemen
couldn't have come at a better time. We have recorded enough video
of them godawful critters we need to expose them to our world and
have seen enough of these dreadful creatures to know we want to be
rid of them no matter your methods or what you choose to do with
them. Their stench alone is enough to gag the foulest critters on
our planet. What will you do with them?” Billy asked.
“We will immobilize each one and transport them on gurneys back to
Retikki Prime. They will be kept for a short while in holding
cells until we drain them of any information we can glean from
them about their mission and information they managed to gather
while on Earth. Then they will be terminated and disposed of,
Sire,” he replied.
“We will never be able to rid our dungeon of their stench,” Billy
lamented.
“Do not be concerned, Young Master. We will return your ship to a
pristine condition. We can promise, there won't be a scintilla of
their disgusting scent left behind,” Alpha-Zed promised.
The 'Zebra' Angel posse and their Watcher-Escorts made quick work
of removing the four aliens. The aliens were scared out of their
wits at the sight of the big, massive Warrior-Angels and the even
larger Watcher-Protectors. They were doing everything they could
to escape. They tried to stay as far away from them as they could.
Nick knew of this group and shared with Billy they were an elite
group, a platoon whose only purpose was to combat and clean up
after the parasitic aliens; the Gray insects and the dangerous
foul smelling Lizard-men. It was a job nobody else wanted to do,
and they were considered the elite of their kind.
Zed took out his sword aimed it at the leader. A beam shot out
from the end of his sword and stunned the repugnant reptile. He
was out like a light. He did the same with the other three. Four
of the big Watcher-Protectors vanished for a moment and returned
with four anti-gravity gurneys. They didn't touch the foul
smelling reptiles. They levitated each one and deposited them on
the gurneys. They cuffed their hands and legs to the side bars.
There was a Watcher-Protector and a Warrior-Angel assigned to each
gurney. They left through the portal with four of the Zebra Angels
and four of the Watcher-Protector escorts which left the two
leaders, two Warrior-Angels, and two Watcher-Protector escorts.
“Will they return, Alpha-Zed?” Billy asked.
“Yes, most certainly, Sire. They have been instructed to return.
We are not only the arresting posse, we still have clean-up to do
to restore your dungeon. The snakes will be turned over to the
military on Retikki Prime for processing, interrogation, and then
termination. They won't be tortured. We have machines which are
programmed to extract the information we need from their brains
then totally erase them. We will strip them of everything, so they
will experience no trauma when we execute them. Our platoon, or
posse as you like to think of us, has been sent to you as a gift,
Master Billy, to become your warrior-slaves, your right-hand armed
guards, and muscle when you need us. The Lord High Chancellors on
Retikki Prime are extremely concerned about the next couple of
months. You and your family may run into unforeseen trouble, and
they want to be assured you are not only prepared but well
protected,” Zed said, “Do you have room for us, and would you
consider accepting us as your Warrior-Angels and Watcher-Protector
slaves, Sire?” he asked.
“Absolutely, Alpha-Zed, but you may have to assume other roles as
well as being warriors,” Billy explained, “We're an equal
opportunity family, sir, and many play several roles. It must be
that way in the beginning of any movement. Everyone pitches in
when and where they're needed; in other words more favorable, you
will become part of our greater family,” Billy added and smiled.
“We fully understand, Sire. We would be honored to become part of
your growing family. We have watched your progress and know we
will be assigned other duties as well as being prepared to defend
you at a moment's notice. Let me assure you there were thousands
of bonded pairs who applied for these sixteen positions. We are
the chosen few. We fully understood the circumstances before we
volunteered for this assignment,” Zed said.
“Sixteen positions? I only counted fourteen, Alpha-Zed,” Billy
said and smiled.
“Two more of our band of Warrior-Angels and Watcher-Protector
escorts were assigned to guard the gate on Retikki Prime. My
husband Raynard and my second-in-command, Zan's husband, Tigre,
you have yet to meet, Sire. You will meet them when the others
return,” Zed explained.
“Obviously you men are aware my husband and bonded mate is a
Watcher, and we are expecting a son in six months?” Billy asked
like it was a rhetorical question.
“Yes, Sire, we're very much aware. Humanoid and Watcher sexual
bondings and offspring are frowned upon on the major planets. We
have suffered discrimination and persecution. We have been passed
over numerous times for promotions because of our sexual
preference. It's part of the reason we volunteered for this nasty
job, to prove ourselves. We know it would be hard for you to
explain on your planet. We were taken with your courage and
bravery, Sire. In addition to becoming your slaves and swearing
our allegiance to you, we're seeking asylum or sanctuary within
your family,” Zan replied.
''Most interesting. A band of elite Warrior-Angels bonded with
their Watcher-Protector escorts who love each other and share one
bed?” Billy mused, “Like the Spartan lovers of the early Greek
civilization, they would be difficult to defeat, Gentlemen,” Billy
said and smiled at the big Angels.
“The two Watcher-Co-Chancellors of Retikki Prime agree with you,
Master Billy. They are more liberal than most of their populace.
That was only part of why they picked us,” Alpha-Zed replied.
“Hell, yes, we got room for you and your husbands! If'n we didn't,
we'd make room!” Billy said and the Angels got pleased looks on
their faces.
“Are you beginning to see a pattern here, Kemosabe?” Nick asked.
“Absolutely, Tonto. Our relatives on Retikki Prime are gearing up
to make my husband's ascension to the throne an easy road; a done
deal,” Billy replied, “They got more invested in this pie than
just concern for the future of our galaxy, our planet, or our
people. No wonder they been so magnanimous and considerate. They
have the future of their galaxy in the balance,” he added.
“You've come a long way in a short period of time, Son. I never
dreamed we would become this involved with more than this planet's
future. Bringing Earth into line with them three other major
galaxies would be a large feather in them big Watcher's bonnet and
might go a long way to insuring their lineage continues to rule,”
Nick said, “Now I see the light at the end of the tunnel,” he
added.
“Excuse me, Sire, are we missing something here?” Zed asked.
“You mean you men don't know?” Billy asked like he was
dumbfounded.
“I'm sure they weren't told, Kemosabe!” Nick exclaimed, “Just like
I told you about my dealings with them ancients, they were
probably only told what they needed to know. The rest was left up
to them to discover for themselves,” Nick said, grinned, and
shrugged his shoulders.
“Know what, Master Billy? What are you men talking about?” Zed
asked.
“How soon will your husbands and the others return from Retikki
Prime, Alpha-Zed?” Billy asked in reply.
“Any moment now, Master Billy,” Zed replied.
“Good! Let's wait for them. It will be easier to explain
everything once than have to repeat what we're about to share with
you several times,” Billy said.
“We understand, Master Billy,” Alpha-Zed said.
In less than a five minutes the other Warrior-Angels and their
Watcher-Protector escorts came through the gate and took their
places by the side of their husbands. Billy asked to be introduced
to Alpha-Zed's husband Reynard, and Zan's husband, Tigre.
(Tea-gray) They responded as well as the other huge Watchers and
their bond was sealed with their new master.
“Gentle Warrior-Angels and Gentle Watcher-Protectors, listen up.
In conversation with your Alpha leader about your reasons for
volunteering for this assignment, we discovered your platoon was
not told all the facts. We waited for your return so I will only
have to tell you once as a group. While we are gathered here, I
will share with you some interesting facts the rulers on Retikki
Prime, the Lord High Chancellors, failed to tell you. Didn't you
find it a little odd they would champion you Warrior-Angels and
Watcher-Protectors of mixed species-bonding for a highly touted or
even envious assignment?” Billy asked rhetorically. No one
answered. “Trust us when we tell you there is method to their
madness,” Billy added.
“Come here, Boomer,” Billy said and held his hand out for his
husband. He pulled Boomer into an embrace. They hugged, and kissed
a gentle but passionate kiss. Several of the men and beasts
swooned at the sight and realized why Billy had no compunction
about greeting their great beasts so lovingly. “They need to know
what they're getting themselves into, Husband. H'it ain't fair not
to share with them. They'll find out for themselves soon enough,
but I think it's better they should hear it from us, so they will
know we won't mislead them,” Billy said loud enough for everyone
to hear.
“I agree, Husband,” Boomer replied.
“On Earth, Boomer is my slave because I saved his life twice while
I was growing up, and we bonded when I gave him a name. I only
learned recently I was untimely ripped from my dying mother's womb
as a wee bairn and given to Boomer to place in his pouch to become
my surrogate Watcher-Protector dad. Boomer became my second-birth
parent. We were taken to Retikki Prime to complete my infant
growth cycle until I was able to walk on my own and began to eat
solid foods. I was enhanced and given abilities to jump-start my
life before I was returned to Earth. My memory was erased of my
earliest times on Retikki Prime until recently. Boomer has been my
faithful Watcher-Protector since our return to Earth, and we have
loved each other from the time I was a young boy and saved his
life.
"When I became an adult, Boomer took me back to Retikki Prime, and
he was given to me as a slave by his relatives. We went one step
further. We got married on Retikki Prime. The night of our wedding
bond we created a son, Billy Daniels Junior, who will be born in
six more months. Boomer is not only my slave, he is also my
beloved husband. To make matters more complicated, the relatives
who gave him to me as a slave are Boomer's great uncles, Gregor
and Albrecht, the Lord High Chancellors on Retikki Prime. He is
their blood nephew, and they are my in-laws by marriage. Boomer is
the only living relative of the Lord High Chancellors on Retikki
Prime. My Watcher husband, my beloved slave and companion, is next
in line for the throne of Retikki Prime, and one day, I will
proudly become his consort,” Billy explained quietly.
The eight Angel-Warriors and their Watcher-Protector escort
husbands fell to their knees and bowed their heads in the presence
of royalty. The situation began to take on a great sense of
purpose for them. They began to see the pattern Billy's pa spoke
about. It would imply Master Billy was being set up to become a
strong leader or possible ruler of the planet, and if Earth could
eventually be brought into the brotherhood of worlds, there would
be a family connection; a bond between galaxies.
Billy continued, “Welcome to Earth, Gentlemen. Arise once more as
a coherent unit of united men and beasts to embrace your new
family,” Billy said and the Angel-Warriors and their
Watcher-Protector escorts obeyed their young cowboy-master. Their
hearts swelled with pride because they had the good fortune to
find a home where their lives would have greater meaning, and they
could live in peace and harmony with one another. Their talents
and their bodies would not be used for ill-gotten gains or for the
purposes of anyone's individual personal power. They would,
however, use their well-trained bodies to work hard and defend the
principals and ideals for which Master Billy and his family were
striving. They realized the Daniels clan was in its infancy, but
they saw a spark of genius in the leadership of the young
cowboy-master and a strong ray of hope in his blatant honesty and
straight forwardness. Billy and Boomer became a symbiotic
representational symbol of their hope for the future. They were
brothers who understood and were unashamed to have it known they
shared their love for each other– humanoid cum long leggedy
beastie.
* * * * * * *
The mixed-breed warriors wasted no time keeping their word to
de-scent and clean the dungeon area which Billy and his men sealed
off from the rest of the ship. They requested Billy and his posse
wait for them in the great dining hall, and they would come get
them when they finished. They were offered all kinds of cleaning
gear, but they assured Billy they wouldn't need it. It took them
less than an hour and Alpha-Zed came to get them. The place was
cleaned from top to bottom and it smelled like a fresh Alpine
forest with a clear mountain stream running through it, mit use't
a soupçon of Lavender wafting though the air. The cells were
spotless and contained not a trace of lingering residual odor from
the horrible reptilian aliens. Billy was impressed and used it as
a blatant excuse to get himself some more body-to-body loving from
his hunky new slaves. Heavily schooled by military minds didn't
leave much room for exuberant physical displays of joy and praise
for a job well-done. Billy's new warriors found it refreshing and
novel. They were only too ready to respond in kind.
After every new Warrior-Angel and Watcher-Protector escort was
appropriately erect by Billy's standards, and their young
Cowboy-Master finished his round of hugs and kisses, Billy ordered
Nick and several of his Cowboy-Angel Posse to join him in the
cloakroom. Without a word of explanation to their guests, Billy
and his men disappeared in an instant. His posse assumed correctly
Billy wanted them to wing up. In the cloakroom Billy explained he
wanted to see if the mixed-breed warriors were told their new
master and his men could morph into Angels, and it would be a good
excuse to show them where the cloakroom was so they might drop
their wings while on the ranch.
Before the new warriors had time to react, Billy and his posse
returned in an instant of their disappearance in all their
splendid colorful display of wings wearing their heavy-duty
leather harnesses, and of course, their cowboy boots. Present were
Clyde, Balthazar, Cowboy Andy; Wilbur and Marcus; Hank and Buck;
Slipweasel and Rum-dum; Bart Langstrom, and Oatie Breedlove. Billy
took a look at his men and was pleased. He would hold their
individual beauty and attractiveness against any other group of
Angels, as handsome and sexy to the max, in his opinion. At the
last minute, Nick handed Billy Excalibur and told him to strap it
on. Their new Angels were military warriors, and they would
understand its significance.
Just as Billy and Nick predicted, their new mixed-breed of bonded
Warrior-Angels and Watcher-Protectors were flabbergasted. No one
told them to expect anything like what they were witnessing. Billy
was resplendent in his gold wings and the rest of the
Cowboy-Angels were so colorful the new platoon were dazzled by
their beauty. The Warrior-Angel's wings were plain white, but one
might expect that as a military statement. Every Watcher-Angels
was in unison, in step, with the other. Once again, they fell to
their knees and bowed their heads. Nick was right. Not one missed
the ancient sword Billy wore at his side.
“Gentlemen! I swear on the name of some old unknown god, you men
are gonna' have knee problems if'n you don't stop slamming them on
these stone decks so often,” Billy said. His men laughed and
several of the warriors joined them. It's painfully obvious you
men were poorly briefed about your assignment on this planet,”
Billy said and smiled. They looked from one to the other and
nodded their heads in agreement. “Now, stand Gentlemen. From now
on, only your master will tell you when to kneel. Got that?” Billy
asked firmly.
“Yes, sir! Thank you, Sire!” they replied in unison loudly like
new recruits, and in a way, Billy thought the analogy of the
response was fairly apt.
Billy unsheathed Excalibur and held it high. “Is there anyone
among you who doesn't know what this sword represents?” Billy
asked. Several of the Watcher-Protector escorts held up their
hands. “Explain to your men, Alpha-Zed!” Billy barked as an order.
“The sword Master Billy is holding is an ancient sword of mythical
proportions; purportedly, once owned by a great wizard named
Merlin, and one of the earliest Kings of England, Arthur
Pendragon. It is said to have magical properties and can only be
owned or wielded by a warrior with a pure heart. It is said to be
primarily a defensive weapon, and may only be used to kill in
self-defense,” Alpha-Zed explained.
“Excellent, Alpha-Zed. Any other questions?” Billy asked.
Alpha-Zed looked around at his men but didn't see any hands go up.
“None, Sire. You have our full respect to tell us what we need to
know. Right men?” he shouted to his brother warriors.
“Hosanna!” they shouted in unison.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” Alpha-Zed replied.
“Warrior-Angels free your sheathed swords from your hip, hold them
in your left hand with the point to the deck, and down on your
right knee. Watcher-Protector-Escorts down on both knees next to
your husbands with your hands resting on your legs with palms up,”
Billy ordered.
Acting almost like a well-rehearsed military drill-team, the
Angel-Warriors and their Watcher-Protector escorts followed
Billy's orders and did precisely what their master instructed.
Billy was please with their response, and began his ceremonial
initiation into the Daniels family with Alpha-Zed and his husband.
He unsheathed Excalibur from his hip and stood before the warrior
and asked one question. “Do you so swear to pledge your complete
allegiance to your new master and his family, to work with us with
a good heart and wholesome spirit, and to protect us and your
comrades with your lives if necessary?” Billy asked.
“I do so swear my pledge, Sire!” Alpha-Zed replied.
“Kiss Excalibur to seal your bond with your master and his family,
Brave Warrior!” Billy ordered. He held the handle for Alpha-Zed
and the big Wirrior-Angel kissed the beautiful sword. Billy moved
back a step and placed the tip of the great sword on the warrior's
right shoulder and then his left. “As your new master and leader
of the Daniels family and their associates, and by the gifts given
unto me by greater powers in the universe, I hereby Knight thee,
Sir Zed, Knight of the Highland Shire Guard,” Billy said when
suddenly Excalibur began to glow and gave off a great light. Billy
tried but couldn't budge the blade from his warrior's shoulder.
The light grew brighter but Zed didn't seem afraid and got the
strangest look of sublime wonder on his handsome face. Billy and
the rest of the men watched as Zed's wings began to change color
and didn't stop until they looked like highly polished brass;
they, too, gave off a wonderfully powerful glow. The rest of the
Angel-Warriors and their Watcher-Protector escorts were in awe and
amazement, but Zed still had the most innocent smile on his face
as the light left him and the sword, but his new brightly shinning
brass colored wings remained. Billy removed Excalibur and returned
it to its sheath on his hip.
“Well, I certainly wasn't expecting that, Gentlemen; however, to
be honest, I'm still getting to know our great sword, and its many
wonders. What we just witnessed probably happened because while I
was in the process of Knighting Sir Zed, I thought to myself,
white wings on a great warrior was so J.C. Penney,” Billy said and
got a laugh from those who knew about the defunct family clothing
chain. Billy continued, “Rise, brave Sir Knight, strap on your
sword, and kiss your master – and it damn-well better be a
good'un, too! Your master expects a goodly kiss from his Warriors
and Protectors and no chicken pecks! Woe be unto the Knight or
Protector what don't get a standing ovation from his master's
penis while they're kissing him. Got that?” Billy asked and
laughed at his own nonsense.
Alpha-Zed returned his sword to his hip, stood, and took his new
master into his arms like the seasoned warrior and lover he was,
raised his newly colored brass wings to surround them, and spoke,
“By your leave, my Liege,” and he gave Billy a kiss which was
strong and tender at the same time. It was good enough to raise
every cock in the dungeon to a standing ovation including Billy's
for Zed's moving performance, sealing his bond with his master.
Billy moved to Zed's husband, Reynard, and repeated nearly the
same ceremony with him. Reynard didn't forget the 'goodly kiss'
either, and Billy was please with his response. Billy went from
Warrior-Angel to their Watcher-Protector husband and repeated the
ritual until the eight mixed-breed pair of Warriors and Protectors
were Knighted and brought into the greater Daniels family. Every
Angel-Warrior's wings turned a bright brassy-bronze color like
their Alpha Leader's and every Watcher-Protector's hair was
changed to a bright bronze color to match their mate's wings. Not
a one failed to make their new master's cock stand and salute. The
very last Watcher-Protector escort, Tank, was so powerfully good
Billy had to clean himself afterward.
“You do realize you could be accused of fostering an ancient
feudal society with the 'knights' and 'swords' thing, Kemosabe?”
Nick asked.
“Could we attach a modifier to that, Tonto? I'd like to think of
what I'm doing as creating a 'modern feudal society.' T'weren't
nothing wrong with the ideals of purity, dedication, chivalry,
brotherly love and sworn bonds of knights for one another,
respect, pomp, and pageantry, of a feudal society. The traditions
still live on in several countries around the world. It was the
huge separation in wealth from the poor to the wealthy what soiled
the image and still does today. The British are still struggling
to rid themselves of the parasitic uber-wealthy ruling-class, but
have never seemed to make a satisfactory effort to make a
substantial change because of their penchant for pomp and
circumstance,” Billy replied.
After coming down from the high of getting rid of the malodorous
reptilian aliens and the Knighting Ceremony, Billy and his posse
taught the new Angel-Warriors how and where to park their new
bronze wings. Billy took them on a brief tour of the castle on
board Captain Nick's ship, and they were amazed. Billy decided to
billet his new Angel-Warrior slaves and their husbands on the
ship. They were only using the first four floors of apartments in
the main tower but the castle boasted four towers of equal height
with eight stories on the four corners of the main building. Each
floor was laid out into four enormous apartments and each
apartment contained four huge bedrooms with large beds. They were
lavishly furnished with expensive old antiques and paintings. Each
bedroom was a small apartment in itself. There was a private bath
and sitting room for each and two enormous walk-in closest on
either side of the bedrooms. The only problem was, none were
rewired above the fourth floor and the plumbing could be
frustrating at times and downright contemptuous at others.
After de-winging and putting swords away, everyone was still
naked; except for Billy and his posse. They were wearing their
boots. Billy and his men decided to remain naked in deference to
his naked warriors. No ladies from the Daniels family were on the
ship, and the help certainly thought nothing of the men walking
around in the raw. Buck and Hank provided a brand new pair of
cowboy boots for the eight Warrior-Angels, and they seemed to be
thrilled with them.
The Watcher-Protector escorts never wore protective coverings for
their big feet so, for the moment, none were required; however,
Billy held a lingering thought for the future and tried to imagine
such magnificent creatures in a pair of big boots made especially
for them. He imagined they would become a boot fetish maven's
dream come true. Of course, Billy himself, would be absolutely
immune to such an extravagant display of hyper-masculinity. He
decided he would have Hank and Buck look into the matter for him.
If any of his slaves would understand, if would be Hank and Buck.
Billy's only modesty requirement on Captain's Nick's ship was his
Warrior-Angels must come to the dining hall with at least a kilt
covering their genitalia. The men could be bare from the waist up
or from the kilt down if they didn't choose to wear cowboy boots.
The new Warrior-Angels came to love their plain buckskin cowboy
boots and wouldn't be seen without them unless it was a formal
occasion, and then, their master would tell them how to dress.
Their master would also allow them to wear a cod piece if he was
dining with his master. Wilbur came to the great hall a number of
times for supper escorted by his master wearing only his slave
harness.
Billy and his men showed the mixed-breed couples the apartments he
held in mind for them, and they were agog they were being offered
such luxurious rooms in which to live. Obviously, they were used
to living in rather Spartan conditions with little extra comforts.
Military housing for the enlisted or slaves is universally sparse
with minimum provided unless you were of a high rank. Billy
offered to put them into rooms which were available until the
suites he showed them could be wired and the plumbing checked.
They assured him they didn't want him to go to a lot of trouble,
but they would rather stay together as a unit. They promised they
could manage until Billy's staff could fix their living space.
Billy took them down the back stairs to what he called the
'brain-room' or operational center the different trades were using
along with their head boss-man. The master coordinator or Project
Manager was Jethro Quince. Of course, he was morphed into his full
Kagoli Demon form and was busy as a cat covering up shit yelling
orders, asking questions, checking charts and reams of print outs,
pulling up info from six computer screens in front of him, barking
figures like a mad demon, but still found time to mischievously
pinch a cute dwarf on his butt, make him holler, and get him
giggling like a school boy with a terminal bro-crush for his big
demon boss. Jethro would sweep him up in his huge arms, and the
smitten dwarf would steal a big, sloppy, wet kiss from his big
Demon Daddy-ramrod.
The new Warrior and Protectors stopped dead in their tracks.
“Great unremembered gods of ancient days!” Sir Alpha-Zed
exclaimed, “I've seen pictures and heard stories about the
sexual powers of the great disturbingly handsome Kagoli Demons,
but everything I read about them said they were extinct; their
kind were viciously hunted and slaughtered for reasons based only
on superstition and myths,” he lamented sadly and his men agreed.
They were flabbergasted and in awe of the great male Demon Beast
they saw standing before them cavorting with his underlings like
an affectionate father; both loving every minute of their sexually
charged unbridled ribald revelry. Jethro was almost a third larger
than the average human and considerably bigger than Billy's new
Angel-Warrior slaves.
“Extinct?” Nick asked, “Maybe the species is gone, but their
spirits and form live on. The same could be said for the Great
Shedu sacred cows, but we done got us a gin-u-wine mated pair
rye-cheer on this here ship,” Nick added using his best hyperbolic
cowboy vernacular, and the new slaves looked at him in disbelief.
“And, bless her big heart, Momma Shedu is pregnant,” Billy added.
“We will believe what our master tells us. So far you have been
totally honest with us, Sire. You have given us no reason not to
believe you,” Alpah-Zed said with humility to everyone gathered.
“True enough, and the sexy bright red-beast you Warriors and
Watchers be ogling with your mouths watering and your butt-holes
twitch'n is my husband, Jethro, and I can assure you he's every
bit a demon in the sack,” Oatie Breedlove said and everyone
laughed, “However, it ain't his natural form. He learned how to
morph into a demon for me and for the sake of his workers. When
they got a good look at him as a demon, they insisted he come to
work everyday as the naked demon you see before you. He gets three
times as much work out of them, and they love him beyond measure.
They would do anything for him. I think they would attempt to move
a mountain if he asked. If you men will excuse me, I think I'll
relax and join him,” Oatie said, and standing before the new
slaves, he kicked off his cowboy boots and morphed into another
equally attractive Kagoli demon, walked over to his husband, and
they shared an embrace and a kiss to make every penis in the
operations room stand at attention.
That did it. The new slaves were throwing questions at Billy and
his posse right and left. “Easy! One at a time, Gentlemen! You
first, Alpha,” Billy nodded to Zed.
“How many of your men can morph into demon form, Master Billy?”
Zed asked. Slowly eight arms went up from Billy's men including
Billy's.
“How did you men learn? Do you have a real one on board?” another
asked.
“No, what Zed read was correct. The race is extinct; however,
several ancient Angels from the Fallen-Angel's generation became
infected with their DNA and are able to use their genetic
information to morph into one. My surrogate dad, here, whom I call
Tonto or Captain Nick, was one of them Ancient Fallen-Angels and
became infected when one of his previous ships crash-landed on
their planet centuries ago. I became infected from him and Jethro
wanted to know how to morph into a demon to please his master. He
became infected from bow'fus. It quickly spread like a naughty
virus to those who found the demon form too sexy to resist the
morph. About three quarters of my Cowboy-Angels and Slave-Warriors
can morph into a demon. Even my husband, Boomer, can morph into
the biggest damn Kagoli demon you ever did see,” Billy said.
“Hosanna!” exclaimed one of the Warrior-Angels.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” the rest replied. Billy and his men
joined them.
“And if you men are very, very good and come to your master as a
bonded couple requesting infection, I will gladly allow it, but I
want you to think about it for a while to make sure it's something
you really want for each other,” Billy said magnanimously. They
laughed nervously among themselves, but Billy could tell everyone
of them, Watcher-Protector escorts included, wanted to be able to
morph into a giant red Kagoli Demon.
“Will tomorrow be enough time, Master Billy,” an Warrior-Angel
named Zip asked.
Billy laughed, “Two weeks minimum, my good Knights,” he replied.
“Can you imagine what it could mean to us Warriors and Watchers of
mixed-breed couplings, Master Billy?” Zan's husband Tigre asked.
“Certainly! Of course I can! I would be a failure and an
insensitive leader if I didn't understand the socially
questionable conundrum with which you men live. It would mean you
could exchange your love on an equal basis and not have to cross
the species barrier. I, for one, have no problem crossing that
barrier. I'm as comfortable with raw animal sex with my
Long-Leggedy Beastie Husband, as I am with raw
humanoid-Warrior-Angel sex wiff' my surrogate pa. I can morph to
almost my Watcher-Husband's size, and we are able to share
comfortable sex. I could morph to exactly his size, but I prefer
to be a bit smaller than my husband. It's a personal thing. It's
my statement to him, I chose to be the more vulnerably passive
between us. I have two small halfling brother-slaves you will meet
this evening who help me husband my mate. They can morph into
enormous cowboys or large size Kagoli Demons to satisfy him. We
groom him regularly ourselves as a family project. It brings us
together, draws us closer one another, gives us time to gossip,
provides us with a special hour to see to our husband's hygiene,
and we enjoy the time we spend together as family,” Billy
explained.
Jethro was about through for the day, but someone was forever
running up to him with an emergency which absolutely, positively,
couldn't wait until the next day. He would stop everything and
take care of it. His knowledge of the ship and command of
everything on the ranch was staggering to those who didn't know
him. Randy called Jethro the man behind the green curtain and many
referred to him as 'The Wizard.' No problem was so big Jethro
couldn't find a solution to make it seem smaller. Billy explained
his problem with the wiring and plumbing for the extra stories in
the habitable portion of the large round turret in the castle.
“No problem, Boss!” I'll have Big Blue and Baby Blue run a large
temporary cable up there to that floor and feed off it with long
heavy-duty extension cords into the apartments you plan to use.
They can have lights and video. We can get that done this
afternoon before quit'n time, and I can pull one of my crews off
the city project. They can have the floor completely rewired in
three days. I can get a plumbing crew in there tonight to check
out everything. If one apartment ain't work'n we might have to
play musical-apartments until we find enough to get by. Shouldn't
be no problem. Wiff' eight couples, two working apartments should
be enough until we can refurbish the others,” Jethro said, “The
way we's growing, we're gonna' need more living space. I think we
should spend some time and put on extra crews for jobs outside our
main project to keep our infrastructure growing strong, sir,” he
added.
“Sounds good, Jethro. I agree completely. Add more hands as you
have time but leave the training to those you trust. Make a call
for any man or woman who might like to learn a new job, and use
them excellent training videos Big Blue made when he first got
here. Assign a knowledgeable journeyman to explain what they don't
understand from the videos and test them. I'll leave it in your
capable hands,” Billy said and patted the big demon on his
handsome butt.
“Don't do that less'n you love me, Boss,” Jethro said firmly then
grinned. Oatie giggled.
“You gotta' know by now how much we all love you, Project
Manager,” Billy said.
“I do, and I'm grateful for the job, Master Billy. Where else
could I go to work every day as a completely butt-naked Kagoli
Demon?” Jethro asked and laughed. “I suppose I could work at a
drive-through window at McDonalds and ask the customers if they
want 'flies' with their Big Mac,” he added and got a laugh out of
Billy. Everyone in Billy's posse laughed, but the new slaves were
too dumbfounded. They were still in personal awe of the huge
incredibly hot-looking Demon Daddy which stood before them. When
Billy, Nick, and several others of his Cowboy-Angels morphed into
Kagoli Demons, the Warrior-Angels and their Watcher-Protector escorts
began to realize they landed on 'Free Parking.' The idea of
morphing into a compatible alien form greatly appealed to both and
their chance to have wonderfully uncomplicated sex as an
intermediate hyper-sexually stimulating species was sensory
overload to the max for them.
It also became an interesting conundrum for their new master.
Billy felt quite sure within his own personal philosophy, men who
preferred other men or even experimented once in a while were
considerably less inhibited about most things sexual and prone to
be more adventuresome than so-called Jesus-loving
straight-missionary-position heterosexuals; but, it was only a
theory. He had neither the research nor the statistics to back up
his hypothesis; however, his perusing the more extreme
master/slave; leather and rubber fetish; bondage and discipline
sites on the Internet made him think the possibilities might be
endless, if not somewhat overindulgent. For him it came down to a
personal matter. It was like deciding if you like your tea hot and
strong or weak and tepid. Billy preferred hot and strong and lots
of it.
* * * * * * * *
The last thing Billy and his men showed the massively developed
Angels and Watchers was the workout area in the dungeon in which
Billy paid a goodly sum to place a large amount of iron, expensive
mirrors, and many machines for anyone who wanted to work out and
keep their body healthy and in good shape. It was one of the
largest rooms in the castle and was excellently ventilated. Marcus
and Wilbur were working out together. Marcus was naked, and Wilbur
was wearing his slave harness. They had been working out for a
while and were looking great, pumped to the max. The Warrior-Angels
and their husbands couldn't take their eyes off the men. They
never saw workout equipment before, and they were once again in
awe anyone might think to create something so simple, yet so
useful. When Billy asked how they built their bodies so large,
they told him they would lift and carry huge stones from place to
place and toss smaller but heavy stones back and forth to each
other.
Marcus was teaching Wilbur a new routine working his lats on a
machine. The new slaves watched with great interest. They admired
Marcus for his knowledge, and the patient way he was working with
his slave. They could see the muscles working in Wilbur's back
with each repetition when he pulled down on the bar to touch his
shoulders behind his head. They let out small soft sounds of
'oohs' and 'aahs' to see how well the machine worked the young
man's muscles. It almost seemed like a miracle-machine to them.
“Can anyone come here and use these weights and fantastic
machines, Master Billy?” the smallest of the Warrior-Angel named
Zak asked.
“That's what they're here for, Son. You and your husband, Sir
Tank, may come down here whenever you have free time and use them.
Just remember to leave the gym clean for the next person, and put
the weights you use back into their designated places,” Billy
said.
Fuck landing on 'Free Parking,' the new slaves were quite sure
they died and went to heaven. There was no doubt in their minds.
They couldn't believe the perks which came with their new job –
and whatever other jobs they might be assigned other than
protecting Master Billy and his family.
The youngest member, Zak, caught Billy's eye. “You have another
question, Young Warrior?” Billy asked.
“I do, but I'm afraid I might offend Master Marcus and his slave,
Sire,” Zak replied.
“I doubt seriously you would offend either of these men if you ask
with proper respect, Son,” Billy said, “Go ahead-on, ask your
question,” Billy urged the young Warrior-Angel.
“I know Wilbur is your slave, Master Marcus, but I've never seen a
contraption like the one he's wearing. It moves something deep
within me, sir, and as you can see from my penis, it excites me
beyond measure. I would very much like to know more about it,
sir,” Zak said sincerely.
“I'd say your question was polite enough, Young Warrior. How 'bout
you, my Good Slave?” Marcus asked Wilbur and smiled.
“Absolutely, Master. The handsome young Warrior deserves an
answer, sir,” Wilbur agreed and winked at Zak. Zak's heart melted.
He was in love with the two men.
“The 'contraption' you're referring to is called a slave harness,
Son. Stand for these men and their husbands, Slave, and we'll
demonstrate your harness for them,” Marcus commanded using his
best Master-voice. Wilbur stood at parade rest and pushed his hips
forward. Marcus reached down and quickly unsnapped the codpiece
covering Wilbur's ample cock and balls. There were several more
'oohs' and 'aahs' and various whispered comments went around the
room.
“As you can see, I keep my slave's cock and balls locked in a cage
so he can't play with himself. It's a training device to force my
slave to become dependent on his Master for his sexual relief. He
is only allowed to ejaculate when I'm fucking him, but he must
never use his hands. He must depend on his master fucking him to
reach a climax. I'm also training him to understand he must never
reach a climax until his master unloads his seed inside him first
and only if he gives his slave permission to ejaculate; then, if
he's been a good Slave and taken good care of his Master, he will
be fucked until he shoots his load and receives his reward. Wilbur
is coming along fine. He's a good Slave, and he is eager to please
his Master,” Marcus said and turned his attention to Wilbur, “Turn
around, Son, bend over, grab your butt cheeks, and spread 'um!”
Marcus bellowed like a bull.
Billy noticed Wilbur blushed a bit but didn't hesitate to obey his
master. He bent over, spread his feet apart, grabbed his ass
cheeks, and spread them. Marcus undid the small buckle on the
strap running down Wilbur's back and down his ass-crack. The big
man pulled the strap down and called attention to the leather
thong tied to the strap which disappeared into the young man's
ass. “I have my slave wear what is commonly called a
'anal-pacifier' up his ass while we're working out to remind him
who he belongs to and the pleasure his Master can bring him. It's
only a bit smaller than my erect penis. After we shower and return
to our room, I will remove his plug, replace it with my cock, and
give him his early evening fucking. He will get fucked again
before we retire for the evening to insure he has sweet dreams
about the master he loves and serves,” Marcus explained and pulled
on the leather thong until the leather-husband spread Wilbur's
sphincter muscle and peeked out of his rosebud. The big man slowly
removed it so the gathered Warrior-Angels and their
Watcher-Protector escorts could see the size. Once again, there
were sounds of awe and admiration from the gathered audience.
Marcus let them get a good look at the large leather-husband to
compare with his penis, and then, began to realign it with
Wilbur's rosebud to reinsert it. “I better put it back into the
oven before it gets cold. I've found my slave does a better
workout with his butt plugged,” Marcus said. The big ex-con, one
of the two great heroes of the rescue of the Fallen-Angels, gently
placed it at Wilbur's rosebud, firmly popped it open to move
inside, and didn't stop until it disappeared up his slave-boy's
shit-chute. Marcus followed it with his big forefinger to make
sure it was properly seated and comfortable inside his slave's
lower colon. Several in the audience gasped. If they had old-time
hand-fans ladies used in church, they would be fanning themselves.
After Marcus put Wilbur's harness back together, he ordered Wilbur
to stand before their audience at parade rest. Wilbur obeyed his
master's command. He proudly stood before the audience of new
Warrior-Angels and their husbands and held his head high. They
began to applaud for Marcus and Wilbur. “Take a bow, Son, you
deserve it. You were good to mind your master without question,”
Marcus said, and the crowd applauded harder for Wilbur.
“Thank you, Master, and thank you, Gentlemen and Watchers,” Wilbur
said.
“Any more questions you might have for Master Marcus or his Slave,
Son?” Billy asked Zak.
“Yes, sir. My husband, Tank, and I have a similar relationship. He
asked me to become his Slave, and I have agreed. I consider myself
his slave. Where can we get a slave harness like Wilbur's so he
may begin to train me the way he wants?” Zak asked without the
least embarrassment at his admission.
“We have excellent leather craftsmen on board Captain Nick's ship.
They made that harness for Master Marcus and his slave. After you
and your husband get settled, and you and Tank decide you can't
live another day without one, let your Alpha know. He will relay
your request to me, and I will see to it you have one custom made
for you, Son; however, there's a catch,” Billy said and grinned,
“You must allow your master, Tank, to demonstrate it before this
same group of men after you're comfortable wearing it. I want to
be sure my slave is being well-trained,” Billy said and grinned
wickedly. Several of Zak's brother warriors and more of Billy's
posse caught his pun and laughed. It seemed to go over Zak's
excited head.
“Yes, sir, by all means, Sire. It would be a great honor for me
and my husband, Master Billy. I will ask my master to order me to
kiss your boots, and I promise, I will do so with love and
grateful thanks in my heart,” Zak said with enthusiasm. The other
men laughed and gave him brotherly hugs.
Zak asked Master Marcus if he might approach his slave to give him
a hug and a brotherly kiss. Marcus grinned and told the young
Warrior-Angel his slave would be pleased. Zak threw his powerful
arms around Wilbur, held him tight, and gave him the sweetest
kiss. Wilbur responded in kind. When they broke it off, Zak
whispered, “You have to be one of the luckiest men it's ever been
my pleasure to meet, Wilbur. You and your master make a
well-balanced, handsome couple. You men look like you belong
together; like you were born for each other to find and love, or
like the Moon orbits the Earth to complement the passing of the
seasons. You and me? We are brothers of a kind. No one but men
like us can fully understand the power or the depth of need
generated by a love like ours. I only hope I can make as good a
slave for my husband as you seem to be for your master,” Zak said.
“Thank you, Fair Warrior. I'm sure you will become every bit as
good as slave for your master, Zak; your heart is in the right
place. You're right. We're much alike. We are brothers of the
heart who hear the beat of a different drummer. When you know you
must do something, you will never be able to deny the truth, and
you will do it. It's a form of bravery and a strong bonding trust
few understand. You have my best wishes and the love of your
brother to take with you on your journey. Keep us informed. Let us
know of your progress. I'm sure we will see you here in the gym
from time to time,” Wilbur replied. There were a few damp eyes in
the crowd. Billy thought listening to the two slaves' brief
conversation was like hearing a great bro-love duet from a famous
opera.
The men gave Zak and Wilbur another round of applause.
The Warrior-Angels and their husbands reluctantly left the workout
room and proceeded to Hank and Buck's western emporium on the
ship. The leather kilts for some of Master Billy's Cowboy-Angels
became a popular item after they saw how good Bayrum Listrine
looked wearing his with his big buckaroo boots and hat. They just
got in a dozen one-size-fits-several brown leather kilts which
were adjustable with heavy-duty wide Velcro strips which could
overlap and bind at the proper size for any man within an average
waist circumference. They had a dozen in each size; small, medium,
large, and get serious.
Six of the new Warrior-Angel took a large but two took a medium.
Hank and Buck enjoyed helping the men as their Watcher-Protector
escort husbands looked on. The Watchers didn't need any covering.
Their genitals were well-hidden behind their fur. The new
Warrior-Angel slaves looked quite handsome. The two mature
buckaroos also outfitted them with handsome cowboy hats. They
allowed them their choice of color. They saw themselves as a unit,
and they wanted eight brown hats to match their kilts and boots.
Hank had to admit they looked sharp in their new
outfits.
* * * * * * *
It was getting late and Billy wanted to get his new family members
billeted for the night, so they returned to the suite of
apartments they looked at earlier in the day. Jethro and Oatie
came along with them and the new slaves got a chance to
intermingle with them. They found both men bright, talented,
amusing, and hopelessly in love with each other. It was refreshing
to be in their presence even if they were morphed into two
incredibly attractive sexy demons. There were any number of male
couples the new slaves found much to their liking. Every slave
they met was free to express himself, but best of all, they were
at ease with each other and the new world they found themselves
living within the greater Daniels family. The Slave-Platoon from
Retikki Prime never expected anything close to what they were
experiencing. Several entertained the worst thoughts and imagined
their new assignment would be a shit-job no other team would
consider. On the contrary, everything was new and fresh with
something interesting around every corner. So much so, they were
almost on the brink of sensory overload.
Jethro was proud his crews got right on the task he assigned them.
The four apartments were cleverly wired even though it was a
temporary situation. They managed to run electricity to the
bedrooms, the baths, and to provide a couple of lights for the
sitting rooms. They would do more the next morning to make it even
more comfortable. The next day was Friday and they only worked
half a day. The crew volunteered to work all day Friday, but Billy
drew the line. He was satisfied they did a good enough job to get
his new platoon through the weekend. With everything to check out
on the ship and the ranch, the new Zebra Warriors and their
husbands wouldn't be spending that much time in their apartments
anyway. There was a note on the table in the first apartment, the
plumbing was checked in every apartment and found to be in working
order, but several things needed to be upgraded within the near
future. They could be taken care of later. The new slaves were
assigned their rooms and stowed their gear. They were more than
pleased. For such big fearsome looking men and protectors, they
were acting like little boys on their first day at boarding
school. They were a happy lot. Billy secretly wondered if his two
uncle-in-laws knew they were sending such a 'questionable' platoon
to Earth, not to give them a shit-job because of their choice in
bondings, but to introduce them to a much more rewarding
experience than they might ever have imagined.
They were standing around talking and exploring their living areas
when they were suddenly invaded by five young boys and a pack of
dogs of all shapes and sizes. Randy, Pard, Tommy, Rory, and Cal
came through a gate in the hallway of the fifth floor with the
dogs to have supper with Master Billy and his men. They were told
not to come to the ship while the men were transferring the aliens
to Retikki Prime. Billy didn't think it would be safe and besides
the stench was getting so bad the boys couldn't bear to go around
them. Daffy and Chloe were staying with the boys all week and
having a great time at the ranch. Their masters in The Woodlands
near Houston would be involved with business meetings and social
engagements all week. Billy and Bubba's old companions, Guy and
Willow, were enjoying their company.
Old Zeke's dogs Dolly and Pancake along with little Miss Molly,
accompanied by two pure white Great Pyrenees, came bursting into
the room in their usual frenzy of greeting rituals of rubbing up
against their friends and milking them for affection. Billy was
amused his halfling brothers morphed into their Great Pyrenees
form. He told them to stay with the kids and make sure the dogs
protected them. He didn't have any idea what the aliens might be
capable of, and he wanted to be sure they had adequate protection.
Billy also made sure their Watcher-Protectors were close by at all
times.
Castor and Pollux thought they would do a better job morphed as
guard dogs, and Billy had to admit, they probably would be more
intimidating in their big dog form if threatened. Most of the new
slaves never saw a dog before. They were rare on Retikki Prime and
only the very rich could afford to keep them as pets. It was such
a new experience for them they were speechless and stood looking
on them in awe. The dogs were going from friend to friend to greet
them and be petted. Miss Molly came to Billy. He picked her up
into his arms and stole a couple of kisses which she eagerly
returned. The Warrior-Angels and their husbands were agog over the
love which passed between the four-footed animals, Master Billy,
and his men; but, the most wonderful part was, they could talk and
communicate with each other.
From the balcony came another small voice, “Randy? Master Billy?
Where are you?”
“We're in here, Gracie!” Billy yelled and another small pup with
wings flew into the room and flew to the arms of Captain Nick. She
gave him a big, wet, sloppy dogie kiss and turned to Randy. “Why
didn't you wait for me? I told you I'd only be a minute,” she
scolded him and everyone laughed.
“We waited for you Gracie and you were gone much longer than a
minute. After ten minutes we took a vote, and it was unanimous. We
came without you. If you want to run with the herd you gotta' keep
up. How did you get through a gate?” Randy asked.
“Master Bubba, Jack, Grover, and the Three-P Slaves were coming to
Captain Nick's ship for supper, and they brought me with them.
They're on their way up the stairs. I flew around the tower three
times before I heard familiar voices,” Gracie said gasping for
breath. Everyone laughed at her. She was all the time getting into
mischief and not being where she was suppose to be. The new slaves
couldn't drink in the unusual events happening fast enough. It
seemed to them to be an every day occurrence for the Daniels
family, but they seemed to take everything in a gentle and
graceful stride as if it was part and parcel of their normal
lives. The Warriors and Watchers were as taken with the young boys
as they were the critters. They were not exposed to children much
on Retikki Prime, and they fell in love with Randy and his young
cowboy posse. They were impressed the young ones seemed to have no
fear of them.
Of course, the Bossman and his men were in awe of the large
humanoid Warrior-Angels and their Watcher-Protector escorts and
thought they were pretty special. Their comic book heroes weren't
as well put together as Master Billy's new slaves. The boys were
completely open to them and made it a point of greeting each one
with handshakes, full contact body hugs, and kisses. While they
made a personal effort to welcome each individual, the boys were
not naïve about the Warrior-Angels being sexually bonded with
their Watcher-Protector escorts and managed to subtly convey their
awareness in their welcome. The men never received such a warm
welcome anywhere in their time together as a unit. It only seemed
to make Billy Daniels and his family all the more interesting and
desirable to them.
It was only the beginning for the Warrior-Angels and their Long
Leggedy Beasties. Bubba came into the apartment with Jack and
Grover in tow. Along with Bubba, Jack, and Grover followed the
three punishment slaves, Orville, Harley-Buck, and Earl. They were
looking spectacular. Their bodies were buffed-out almost to the
max, but not to the point of excess. They looked like their muscle
gains were from good, hard, honest work around the ranch and a lot
of it was, but more was from working-out in their own weight room.
Sometimes for a change, their keepers would bring them to Captain
Nick's ship to workout in the dungeon. The new slaves were
impressed but the icing on the cake for them was Harley-Buck's
horns, and the three slaves were wearing nothing but their hats,
boots, and a slave harness. Several grabbed the young
Warrior-Angel, Zak, lest he swoon and pass out.
Bubba's posse managed to meet-up with Nathan, Tron, Enoch, and
Moss on the way, and the Daniels wing of the giant economy-size
cowboys came into the room. Once again the new slaves were in awe
of other men their size and took great pleasure meeting them. And
so it went the rest of the evening. One gut-wrenching surprise
after another. The more unusual of the Daniels family living on
Captain Nick's ship were getting off work and coming back to their
apartments and rooms to clean up and change clothes for supper.
The giants heard the gathering of voices up the stairs and came to
investigate. The new men and watchers were considerably impressed
to the point of being overwhelmed by them. They began to realize
Master Billy's words of being an equal opportunity society was not
just a convenient political phrase for him – he really meant it.
They began to feel more at home and less out-of-place.
Billy called Poly and Cass over to him, knelt down, and put an arm
around each great hound. “Gentlemen, if I can have your attention
for a moment,” he said to the gathered crowd but his new slaves in
particular, “I told you earlier about my two halfling brothers who
help me husband our husband. The one on my right is Pollux and the
one on my left is Castor. They morph as these great hounds to
protect our young ones and the ladies up to the big house we will
introduce you tomorrow,” Billy said and turned his attention to
his little brothers, “Okay, Gentlemen, morph to your regular state
as my halfling brothers,” he gently ordered. In an instant Poly
and Cass morphed into their normal state, and the new men were in
awe. Poly and Cass's bodies were perfection. They were maxed out
to the nines in their body development, but it was normal for
their species; however, Billy didn't get a good look at them
lately and they seemed even more buffed than he could remember.
“Have you men been using the weights in the exercise room?” he
asked gently.
“Yes, sir, Master. We been working-out with our husband, Boomer.
Master Marcus and Wilbur were kind enough to show us some
routines, and we work out with them every other day,” Poly
replied.
“Damnation! You men are look'n good. I cain't tell about our
husband 'cause he's got so much fur. But I'll take the time this
e'nin to check him out. Well done, Men. I may consider working-out
wiff' you men to keep up,” Billy said and smiled. “Moss? Enoch?
Would you join us for a minute?” Billy asked and the big cowboys
grinned. They suspected what Billy was up to. Billy continued,
“Gentle-Angels and Gentle-Watchers, my two talented little
brothers who help me husband our great beast Boomer found out he
was attracted to them two cowboys standing wiff' us, and they
wanted to please him. They came to Mr. Garrett and Mr. Redbone and
asked if they would be so gracious to share a drop of their blood
wiff' them so's they could have a copy of their DNA on file in
their bodies. They explained they wanted to pleasure our husband
with their physical image. Moss and Enoch were understanding and
pricked their fingers with a pin. My little brothers got a taste
of each and once't they got their DNA on file, they could morph
into them. Go ahead-on, Little Brothers. Poly? You morph into
Moss, and Cass, you morph into Enoch,” Billy commanded, and the
small halfling men morphed into an exact duplicates of each man.
It was nothing new for the older men, but the new men were once
again flabbergasted and there were whispered conversations of
amazement went around the room. “Now, switch, Gentlemen,” he
ordered Poly and Cass, and they changed into the opposite man.
There were many stunned faces on the new slaves. Moss went to Poly
who was morphed into his mate Enoch, and Enoch took Cass morphed
into Moss in his arms and the men gave the twins a goodly kiss. It
was hot enough to cause erections in the oldest cowboy in the
room. It was sensory overload for the new slaves and they started
applauding and stomping their boots. They were pleased with the
masculine sound their boots made, and they all joined in. The
family men applauded as well.
“Have we been missing something, here, Partner?” Enoch asked his
mate.
“I think so, Brother. We just may have to book these two in for an
evening of fun and games,” Moss said and everyone shared a laugh
with them, but to the Angel-Warrior and their husbands it opened
new horizons for them they never considered before. It was like
they found the doors of paradise left agar and open for them.
Poly and Cass morphed into their normal state and Billy asked them
if they had anything they could wear to supper to cover their
genitals. They thought and told him they had work-out shorts in
Master Billy's apartments on the ship. Billy sent them off to
cover themselves. He told them they didn't have to fully dress if
they didn't want to. The work-out shorts would be fine.
The men stood around talking while waiting for Poly and Cass to
return and the slaves began to gravitate to those they were most
interested in meeting. Zak and his husband, Tank, moved over to
the three punishment slaves and introduced themselves. Zak was
very polite and the three men were in a good mood to share their
experiences with him.
“Are each of you plugged, sirs?” Zak asked. Earl and Harley-Buck
looked at Orville to speak for them.
“Yes, Son, we each have a rubber-husband inside us. I'm wearing a
large one. I recently graduated from being a baby slave trainee
when my master, Master Bubba Kirkendall, the biggest cowboy over
there, fucked me for my grand opening. Since that time, I usually
only wear the harness with the chastity cage to keep me from
playing with myself. I'm only allowed to ejaculate my seed when my
master's fuck'n me and gives me permission if he's pleased with
me. For some reason I don't know about, my master insisted I be
cleaned out and my rubber-husband inserted for this evening. I've
learned you never question or argue with your master. He knows
what's best for you, and I have to say, I got so used to it, I'm a
bit more comfortable wearing it. A slave should never anticipate
but perhaps I'll get lucky later this evening and my master will
give me a good fucking,” Orville said.
“Will he let you ejaculate?” Zak asked.
“If he's pleased with my performance working with him, he might,
but not always. I know if I ain't given him my best he won't allow
me to come. I try my damnedest to make sure I make it as good for
him as I can so's he will allow me get mine, but a slave must
never presume,” Orville said.
“That seems like good advice. Thank you, sir,” Zak said.
“You're welcome, Son,” Orville replied.
“Are you men wearing rubber-husbands, Mr. Harley-Buck?” he asked.
“Yes, me and my partner here are wearing the largest they got. It
opens us up pretty good. We done become so used to 'em we feel
naked without them. We only got another couple of weeks as baby
slaves and then we graduate after we get our public butt-fuck'n,”
he said and smiled. Earl nodded his agreement.
Zak was fascinated by Harley-Buck's horns, and the big cowboy told
him how he came by them.
“Is Master Billy a god, sir?” Zak asked.
“Naw, Son, he's a cowboy just like us. He's been greatly enhanced
several times by two groups of ancient aliens who want to see a
change brought about on our planet. He's not only probably the
best man you will find on this planet, but also one of the most
talented. He comes off as being a down-home country cowboy, but
never make the mistake of underestimating him. He's brilliant with
a brain up in lights. I think I speak for bow'fus, me and my buddy
Earl here, when I tell you we're proud to be his punishment
slaves. It shore' 'nuff beats being in prison,” Harley-Buck said
firmly.
* * * * * * *
The ship's bell rang first-call to come to the mess-hall for
supper. The men began to leave the apartments and walk down the
back stairs to the great dining hall. When they got there, the
rest of Billy's complement of Cowboy-Angels and several other
strange people from the giant blue Angel Metatron, Billy's regular
staff of Fallen-Angels Gabriel, Raphael, Samael, Uriel, and his
newly fledged partner Sandalphon; Slipweasel and Rum-dum;
Macker-el and Garth-el. They each were assigned steady jobs around
the ranch and were earning their keep. The others were Odin
Bluetooth and his mate Erin Mascaro; Thor and his male-wife, Zeus;
the two blue giants, Blue and Willie. With the addition of the
other men, the table was almost full.
The Breedlove faction was there. They wanted to catch up on the
news of the aliens. Oatie and Jethro were there already morphed
from their Kagoli Demon form to have supper. Perry Reed and Mick
Flynn drove to the ranch, and of course, the Bull of the Hill
Country, Elmer Breedlove and his love Vox Humana was there, but
for the evening soak in the tubs Vox switched places with Roxanne.
The dogs were taken off by the cook's helpers and fed their
nutrient chow. Several of the other Watcher-Protectors who didn't
care to eat human food nor sit at the table for as long a time as
the humans, accompanied their canine companions. Boomer sat with
his husband and Billy's surrogate dad eating his slave chow out of
a big aluminum bowl with his hand. Several of the new
Watcher-Protector escorts wanted to know why Boomer wasn't eating
food from the table like the rest of them.
“Most of our Watchers prefer a nutrient mix of plant based
ingredients which is easier for them to digest, and it's better
for them. Basically, it's what we call 'Slave Chow.' It was
designed and made for a cheap way for a master to feed and keep
his slaves healthy. It cuts down on flatulence, and tastes better
to them. We don't force them to eat it. They're always welcome to
sit down with us and share our food, and once't in a while they
will, depending on what's being served. Once they tried the slave
chow, they fell in loved with it, and they don't want nothing else
if it's available. They eat a nutrient biscuit to supplement the
chow, and it's all the nutrients they need for a good meal. Do
they look underfed to you gentlemen?” Billy asked.
“No, not at all. May we try it?” one of the larger
Watcher-Protector escorts named Lum asked.
“Sure! Olaf, get Sir Lum, the big'un across from me, a serving of
slave-chow and a nutrient biscuit,” Billy ordered one his favorite
table attendants in the great hall.
“Yes, sir, Master Billy. Right away, sir,” Olaf responded
politely.
The young boy dwarf who looked like he was just beginning to go
through puberty, brought it out and handed a metal bowl to the
monster and set his nutrient biscuit next his plate. “Thank you,
Son,” Lum said.
“You're very welcome, Sir Lum. Forgive my impertinence, Sire and
Sir Zag, I mean no disrespect, but if you were not happily bonded
with your handsome mate, Sir Lum, I would surely throw my lasso
around your fine body and beg you to break me to your saddle,”
Olaf whispered loud enough his mate was sure to hear and stole a
kiss from Lum's furry cheek. Everyone who heard laughed, but Lum
and his mate laughed the hardest.
“Thank you, Young Man. Of all the generous welcomes we got today,
yours was the best. You just made this old Watcher's day,” Lum
bellowed.
“Here, Olaf! Shame on you, Boy! What have I told you about coming
on to our guests? Besides, you'll break your old master's heart,
Son. You'll make him think you don't love him no more,” Billy
barked and lamented in the same sentence. He got everyone
laughing.
“Leave the young one be, Master Billy. It was a fine compliment
for my husband and me,” said Zag, Lum's mate. “I know how he
feels. I was young like him once and had nothing. One look at my
big beast, and I fell in love. I knew I would do anything to make
him mine and follow him across the universe if necessary, and so I
have. He took me, carefully built my body, and trained me to be a
warrior. Without my Watcher-Protector escort for a husband, I
would be nothing today. I would still be an aimless nobody,” Zag
said sincerely.
“Hosanna!” shouted Randy.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” responded everyone in the dining hall.
* * * * * * *
“Do you have an announcement to make this e'nin, Master
Kirkendall?” Billy asked Bubba.
“Yes, a couple. We have completed our third bunkhouse and a brand
new cook-shack/dining hall for the two new bunkhouses, and we will
also be finished with our new brick apartment building for the
returning Fallen-Angels who should be coming back within the next
couple of weeks. I have hired the staff members you urged me to
hire; a business manager and a project manager like your man
Jethro. Now all I gotta' do is infect my new project-manager with
the Kagoli demon enzymes,” Everyone laughed at his joke. Bubba
paused for a moment, “I hired Douglas Dewberry for my business
manager, and his cousin, Hoss Dewberry, as my project manager,”
Bubba said.
“Good choice for both jobs, Brother,” Billy declared.
“And finally, the good and bad news. In other words, I got me some
mixed feelings about what I'm about to say. I'm about to break up
our trio of punishment slaves. That's why you men were invited for
supper and a soak with us. Pops, you done been given to me to take
care of, and I will be taking you to your new home this e'nin. I
couldn't be happier or more proud about it; however, I feel so
doggone bad about leaving your younger companions behind.
Nevertheless, I had yore' keepers plug yore' butt for the e'nin,
so's after I get you home to the Kirkendall spread, I can spread
your sweet ass-cheeks and welcome you to your new home like any
good master should for his new slave,” Bubba said and blushed at
his own words. The men laughed, hooted, applauded, and stomped
their boots for Bubba. Orville was on the verge of tears, he was a
happy slave. Harley-Buck and Earl were happy for the older slave.
* * * * * * *
The new Angels and Watchers were so moved by the way the Daniels
family treated their slaves no matter their position in the
family, young ones, the help in the dining room, and their canine
companions; the new Angels and Watchers were almost in tears. They
never met a group of men so physically and emotionally entwined
with each other. Even the lowest slave (Orville) who tried to kill
one of them was adequately controlled but treated with respect and
consideration for most of his creature comforts. They didn't
consider him stripped of his manhood. They saw him as enhanced and
carefully trained to be of more value to the family than before.
From everything they could glean about the punishment slaves,
neither were they mistreated nor did they seem depressed or
unhappy with their situation; on the contrary, they seemed better
adjusted, healthier, and happier than men confined to a cell.
Billy's family could talk about anything within certain limits and
get to the raw heart of the matter with no beating around the
bush. It was refreshing for the new warriors to say the least.
After supper, everyone went to their rooms to undress and return
to the dungeon to the tubs of hot water. Some were concerned about
the lingering stench from the aliens, but Billy assured them their
new Warriors and Watchers thoroughly cleaned the area, and there
was no odor left. The punishment slaves went with Bubba and his
men to Bubba's apartment to remove their clothes and leather
harnesses. Bubba left their cock cages on and their asses remained
plugged. There was an ample length of the leather thong attached
to their leather-husbands they wouldn't lose them in their great
dark abysses. Everyone gathered at the tubs.
Many of Billy's men were already there enjoying the hot water and
drinking Texas Tea. Zeus was enjoying the hot water boldly
displaying his vagina, but so was Buck. By that time, Buck could
have cared less what anyone else thought. His husband liked to
play with his little cunt while they soaked in the hot water. That
was a good enough reason for Buck. Hank would drive Buck crazy
teasing him and talking dirty, but the cowboy did it because his
husband loved it. It became part of their foreplay. Wilbur was
quickly coming around to having no shame displaying his small
vagina his husband would morph for him before they came down to
the tubs, but his butt remained plugged. Erin Mascaro didn't feel
self-conscience at all and didn't try to hide his morphed cunt his
master gave him for the evening.
It was only one more surprise for Billy's new slaves to discover
and asked about. Billy explained Vox and Roxanne were two people
living in the same body; a chimera; a brother and a sister, but
the other men with women's plumbing either morphed themselves for
their partner or their partner was given the power to morph his
slave like Wilbur and Marcus. Billy went on to explain Thor and
Zeus. Zak wanted to know if his master could be taught to morph
his slave's genitals. Billy said he could give him the enhancement
and teach him to use it, but he wouldn't do it until Zak learned
to morph to a larger physical body, and he wouldn't do any
enhancements without a time period to think about it, observe, and
talk with those who already enjoyed the ability.
The men relaxed and like everyone first introduced to Texas Tea,
the Warriors and Watchers became mellow and dropped their
inhibitions. They began to show small signs of affection for each
other. They were having a great time and could never remember
being so relaxed or comfortable with other people other than their
own kind. For all its liberal appearances on the surface,
sometimes Retikki Prime could be conservative about some things.
They were still working to improve their society. An attempt to
progress and improve should be any society's corner stone. Bubba
was sitting next to Billy, and they were talking to each other.
Grover and Jack were on the other side of the large pool sitting
with some of Billy's new slaves. Everyone was having a good time.
“When do you plan to do something for Grover, Brother? You been
rewarding other men and enhancing them. Old Grover was one of your
best assets during the raid on Mount Ararat,” Bubba said.
“You're right, I need to get him taken care of, but I don't know
when. I promised him I would bring him back to his early forties a
step at a time, and I already done give him the biggest
enhancement. I want to bring him back to about forty to
forty-five. I think that would be a good age for him to hold for a
while,” Billy said.
“I done made them two ambulance chasers the offer of opening up
them Citizens Advocate/Ombudsman offices and they accepted. You
asked me to take charge of it and I will, but I'm gonna' need old
Grover to be a mite younger for him to take on the large task of
supervising them Irin citizen-slaves. Could them new Angels
provide you with the extra current you might need to get him to an
age where he could be of the most use for us and be comfortable
wiff' himself, Brother?” Bubba asked.
“I'm sure they can. Actually, we got enough here tonight we could
do it, but with their added current we could do it in no time,”
Billy replied.
“I'm game to wing up to help. What about you, Captain Nick?” Bubba
asked Nick.
“Yeah, you got my wings, Kemosabe, fer damn sure! Bubba's right,
Billy. You owe old Grover one. He was one of the busiest,
put-together, go-to, men on our raid, and he damn-near got
his'self killed a couple of times, but it never slowed him down.
With the power you got around this pool we could do it in thirty
minutes and easily bring him back to equal any thirty-five to
forty year old man; maybe even better,” Nick agreed with Bubba.
“Lets, do it!” Billy exclaimed.
Billy called every Angel in the pool to join him in the dungeon.
He had an enhancement to do on one of his finest members and now
was the time to do it with so many receivers of the universal
power available to him. “Wing-up, Gentlemen! Grover, you sit this
one out. You will be our subject to enhance this evening. I'm
going to keep my word and bring you back to somewhere between
thirty-five to forty depending on the power we can generate. Come
Grover, you're with me,” Billy ordered, got out of the pool, stood
on the side, and disappeared. Bubba and Nick followed him and
returned almost as fast. They were fully fledged. The new
Warrior-Angels weren't sure if Billy included them, but Marcus
assure them he did. They began to disappear and return with their
wings. It didn't take them anytime to get Grover on the table and
for Billy to explain what he planned to do.
Bubba was right. The extra power gathered and fed into Billy was
just the ticket to get Grover taken care of and refurbished to a
much younger man. The new Angels were never before included in an
enhancement or healing and were just as wowed by Billy's powers as
they were with everything else they observed that afternoon and
evening. They watched him change an older man into a much younger
man, and they were stunned. They had no idea what they were
getting themselves into, but they weren't afraid. Billy gave a
brief talk about what a hero Grover was when they raided the
stasis chamber in the depths of Mount Ararat halfway around their
world, and he was keeping his promise to him. When Billy finished
and told the Angels to power down and shake their wings out to
discharge any residual particles, they obeyed and then parked
their wings in the cloakroom. Everyone returned before Billy
allowed Grover to sit up. When he did, the men standing around
observing gasped at how good looking and how much younger he
looked. “That bad?” he asked.
“No, you old fart, go look at yourself in the mirror,” Jack said
almost in tears, but laughed.
“Grover walked slowly over to the floor length mirror Billy kept
in the dungeon and saw a much younger man looking back at him. One
tear leaked from his right eye, but he didn't bother to wipe it
away. He headed straight for Billy's arms, hugged, and kissed him
like a long lost lover.
“How can I ever thank you for giving me a second chance, Son?”
Grover asked with his voice shaking.
“You already have, Granddad. It's what you get when you're a
hero,” Billy said and grinned.
“I's just doing my job, Billy, but I'm real pleased with your
work. Thanks, Son,” Grover said, and the men began to applaud for
him to show their approval and support.
“Hosanna!” shouted Randy.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” the rest echoed and their voices
rebounded throughout the several chambers in the dungeon area.
* * * * * * *
Grover was just about to go to sleep. They stayed the night at
Bubba's place, and he was in his own guest bedroom when his cell
phone buzzed.
“Hello, Granddad, I hope you weren't asleep,” Doug Dewberry said.
“No, no! I'm here at Bubba's place for the night. They didn't want
me driving home. They's worried about the old man keeping late
hours. I just laid down and was gonna' go to sleep. How's my
favorite grandson?” Grover asked.
“Hot for his granddad,” Doug replied.
“Oh, Son, don't tell me that! Now you got me hard, and I'll have
to lope my old mule before I can git to sleep just a' think'n on
yore' sweet buckaroo butt,” Grover complained.
“Sorry, Granddad, but I been think'n on you all day. Hoss asked me
a couple of times why I got me a hard-on, but I lied to him. I
done told him I's just horny,” Doug said, “When am I gonna' get to
see you again,” he asked.
“When you gonna' have a night free, Son?” Grover asked in reply.
“Tomorrow night. Hoss is going to the Daniels ranch for the
weekend. I didn't wanna' go. I figured Mr. Pennywise will be back
this weekend, and I don't care to expose myself to that situation
no more than necessary; at least for a while,” Doug said, “I need
me some more of my Grampa to help me bridge the gap,” Doug added.
“It's understandable. Could I come to your place tomorrow e'nin,
Son?” Grover asked.
“Sure, Grampa. I won't have no transportation, so if you'd like to
be wiff' me, you'll have to come here,” Doug replied.
“What time?” Grover asked.
“Six, and I'll cook supper for us,” Doug said.
“Sounds good to me. Will Hoss be gone by then?” Grover asked.
“Oh, yeah. He usually leaves here right at six, so you'll miss
him. You might pass him on the highway. Just don't honk and wave.
I don't think he knows your truck,” Doug replied and laughed.
“I'll come by the back way,” Grover said.
“'At's what I was hope'n for, Grampa,” Doug said, and Grover could
hear him laughing.
“You scamp. I'll turn you over my knee and warm your fine young
butt for a bad joke like that,” he said and laughed.
“Promise? I'm looking forward to it. See you tomorrow e'nin,
Grandad,” Doug said.
“Y'ain't the only one looking forward to it, Son. I got me a
little man between ma' legs what's got a big smile of anticipation
on his face,” Grover said and laughed.
"Be good to him, Grampa, and don't mistreat him none. I want yore'
cowboy to sit tall, hard, and proud in my saddle," Doug said.
"Goodnight, Son," Grover signed off.
"Goodnight, Granddad," Doug replied and press his disconnect
button.
The old man, in a much younger man's body, drifted off into a
peaceful sleep. He wondered what Doug would think of him, and his
younger appearance. He didn't look like a granddad no more, but he
wasn't worried about it. Grover would be happy to become and
remain Doug Dewberry's granddad no matter what age he looked.
End of Chapter 82 ~ Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
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