7Stars

Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 84

"If I'm a pagan of the good times, my lover's the sunlight to keep the Goddess on my side. She demands a sacrifice to drain the whole sea; get something shiny; something meaty for the main course; that's a fine looking high horse; What you got in the stable? We've a lot of starving faithful, that looks tasty, that looks plenty. This is hungry work. No masters or kings when the ritual begins there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin; in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene; only then I am human, only then I am clean; Amen! Amen! Amen! Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife. Offer me that deathless death; Good God, let me give you my life. ~ Hozier 2014 from “Take Me To Church”

Doug invited Grover to his bedroom. They passed the largest room in the downstairs area which Doug informed his new Grandpa was 'the master's' bedroom and laughed. The door to Hoss's room was open, but Doug gave it a little extra push. It swung wide to reveal the panorama of what looked like a junkyard. The only thing missing was a vicious dog. On top of that, it looked like a stage three tornado tore through the room. Nothing was organized, with dirty clothes and boots slung randomly about on the floor, several layers deep. Cowboy gear was hung from nails randomly hammered into the walls in no particular manner. There was no doubt in Grover's mind, it was obviously a cowboy's room, but one who had no sense of organization or personal pride; to say nothing of cleaning up after himself.

“He gets mad if I go in his room and straighten things up a bit. Sometimes I just can't take it anymore and gather his dirty clothes and wash them for him, and clean the bathroom. I don't understand it. You'd think he would be happy I worked hard to please him,” Doug lamented.

“There must be three or four layers deep of dirty clothes. No tell'n what critters is living under that rubble,” Grover commented.

“Them's my thoughts, too, Grampa. I get tired of looking at it. Once't in a while, I manage to schedule a field-day when I know he's gonna' be gone to visit our relatives up in Brownwood or go fishing or hunt'n with his buddies. I get in there, and become a whirl'n dervish. I don't stop until the place is spotless and everything cleaned and put away. As you can plainly see, I'm due for another field-day soon. He comes home, takes one look at his clean room, curses, stomps around and fumes. He claims he can't find nothing after I clean his room. I always go through his pockets and turn them wrong-side out when I wash them. Sometimes I have to wash them two or three times to get them really clean.

“Last time I done it, I found a wad of a dozen fifty dollar bills, six hun'nert bucks, in a pair of his old Wranglers he threw under the bed months ago. When I gave him the money, he asked me where I got it? I told him it was in the pocket of an old pair of Wranglers under his bed. He shook his head like he couldn't remember where it came from. We made two extra payments on our truck with the money. I done told him if he's gonna' work for Bubba Kirkendall for good money he's gonna' have to change some of his ways and become more organized.

“I change his bed sheets, fold his clean clothes, and I carefully put them away right where he keeps them. Lord, it ain't like we got any secrets from one another. Hell, he's welcome to clean up my room anytime he wants. The only thing I got what I give a damn about is my antique collection of 'Tomorrow's Man' and told him he could take a copy to his room to look at while he jacks-off as long as he don't get no come on the pages so's they stick together and ruin it,” Doug said and they shared a laugh. “You notice he wouldn't show Jack his bedroom the other night when you men come for supper with Bubba. Sweet Jesus, I can't wait until he pops the question to Jack McCormack. Jack's house is immaculate. He wouldn't put up with his shit for a minute. I ain't real mature yet, but I got enough horse sense to know relationships are a give and take proposition if you expect 'em to last longer than the honeymoon,” Doug said.

“I understand your frustration, Son. I ain't no expert on love, but I know love can change a man; sometimes for the better and sometimes for worse. On the other hand, I have witnessed a good, strong bonded relationship totally remake a cowboy. If'n I's a bet'n man, I would wager a guess, you probably would be more likely to succeed in a relationship than your cousin. You're more balanced and analytical. Despite your failure to understand him, I can tell you still got a strong compassion and love in your heart for the big cowboy. Sometimes we have to overlook a man's shortcomings. After all, from what you tell me, he's been a faithful surrogate parent and big brother for you for many years. Could it be you's just a mite anxious about the near future?” Grover asked.

“You have a way of getting to the heart of the matter, Grampa,” Doug replied contritely, “Hoss has been my world up 'til now. He's my rock. I love him with all my heart. Despite a number of shortcomings, I'm afraid of losing him, but at the same time I want to see him be happy,” Doug confided.

“Again, I don't think you got anything to worry about, Son. It may not be the same for you two on a daily bases, but you will be working in close proximity with each other. Think on the good side. It may even change for the better. It might be different, but it will still be good,” Grover said.

The men left their worries and troubles behind when they went into Doug's bedroom. Grover imagined Doug's room would be one of the most comfortable rooms in the house, and he was right. It was like something out of Modern Ranching. Doug embraced his Western-Cowboy heritage as much as his cousin, but his room reflected his strong personality. It was a place of warmth and goodness. While there was no doubting it was a cowboy's room, it reflected Doug's warm personality and his conscientiousness. There was a niche for everything and everything was in its place. It was well thought out and executed to be a room which would welcome you with a big Texas 'howdy,' wrap its arms around you, and welcome you 'to-home.'

“I may never see paradise, but I'm sure this room is a little piece of heaven, Son. It makes me feel comfortable and welcome,” Grover said and opened his arms to Doug.

They embraced and kissed a gentle kiss. “You's welcome to my room anytime, Grampa, and I got me a feeling, with your help, we will change it into a paradise just for us,” Doug said.

Grover took Douglas with patience and strength. The mature gentleman wanted his new young friend's first time in the saddle to be memorable and Grover certainly achieved his goal. He was gentle to begin, but soon began to ramp up his passion. He told Doug to let him know how he was doing, and not to be shy to ask for more. Doug didn't hold back. The young cowboy was so ready and eager to get his ticket punched, he groaned in ecstasy and urged his cowboy Granddad to step up the pace and ride him down hard. Grover stayed right with him and from many years of being on the receiving end of his dad's large family-size cock, he could remember scripture and verse as to how he liked his big cowboy dad to take him. Quinn Parsnip never fucked his boy without making sure it was equally good for Grover. When the cowboys finished, they lay hooked together swapping spit and talking quietly. “You gotta' get on home, Granddad, or can you stay the night?” Doug asked.

“I ain't gotta' be nowheres but here in my Grandson's arms. I got me some good men for slaves when I joined the Grange. They's a good bunch of men. They love me, and I love them. They got my cell phone number. They know to call me if some'um comes up they can't handle or they need input from me,” Grover replied.

“Good! I was hoping you might stay the night with me. I got breakfast covered for us in the morning,” Doug said.

“How was your first time, Cowboy?” Grover asked and stole another kiss.

“It was like a dream come true, Grampa. I knew I wanted someone special what means something to me rather than just get fucked by a total stranger who only wants to use me to get his rocks off. In fact, you were so good, I's kinda' hope'n you might have another couple a them fine fucks in yore' saddle bag. I think I could do better the next time for you,” Doug said.

“I don't know how. You's pert-damn special your first time out-the-gate. Since I been refurbished, I got me enough energy to burn. I'd be downright happy and proud to take my Grandson a couple more times,” Grover said like the gentleman cowboy he was. “When I leave here tomorrow morning around ten, I'm driving over to the Daniels ranch for lunch and their Saturday afternoon entertainment. I want you to come wiff' me, Son. If you wanna' come back later, I'll drive you home,” Grover offered.

“My first thought was one of panic, but lying here in your comfortable arms, I don't think anything could get to me or upset me – not even Ernest Pennywise, Grampa. I'd be downright proud to accompany you, sir, but you know we're bound to raise some eyebrows, and be whispered about. You know them cowboys can be worse gossips than Aunt Minnie's sewing circle,” Doug said and grinned.

Grover took another long deep stroke into Doug's fine ass and sighed, “Let 'em think what they want. Talk is cheap and gossip don't walk on two legs. We don't have to give 'em more'n we care to, Son. We just won't confirm or deny nothing. Remember the Cowboy Code: Cowboy's don't never kiss and tell. Hell-far! We ain't hurt'n nobody,” Grover said firmly.

“I love my Grampa,” Doug said and wiggled his ass down harder on Grover's plentiful cock.

“I love my Grandson, too,” Grover said, and they shared another kiss.

After another, much longer fuck, they decided to call it a night and get some sleep. About three in the morning Douglas woke up to see Grover sitting up in bed with his eyes open staring off into space. “Grampa?” Doug asked softly, but Grover didn't respond. Doug waved his hand before Grover's eyes, but he got nothing. The young cowboy lay there for a few minutes when Grover started talking. “No, Son! Now hear me out! Listen to me! It's very important! Listen to what your Grampa has to say and remember it well, Boy! What I got to say is important! It's more important than you can understand right now! You must trust me, Douglas! When you and Hoss almost get to Camp Air, when you see it come into sight after your last delivery, take your cell phone out of your pocket, punch my number, put it on speaker, put your phone back into yore' pocket, and button it down tight so's it won't fall out. Do you understand, Boy?” Grover asked pretty loud like he was shouting his concern to Doug. It was like he was seeing something in the future. It sent cold chills up Doug's spine.

Doug didn't know what to do but decided to respond. “I promise, Granddad, when we make the curve and the road straightens out and I see Camp Air in the distance, I will punch your number, put my phone in my pocket, and button it! You got my word, sir,” Doug said quietly.

There was a small pause and Grover said, “Good! It just might save you and yore' cousin's life, Son,” the older cowboy said, and then he started weeping. Grover woke up crying with his eyes full of fear. He found Douglas holding him, trying to soothe him. “Why am I sitting up in bed crying, Son?” he asked Doug, “I feel like a danged old fool,” he added.

“No you ain't, Grampa. You been under a lot of stress lately; that's all. You just had a bad dream. Let your boy hold you close, and I promise to chase away them bad dreams,” Doug said playing with Grover's penis until he was hard as a rock. Doug made love to his surrogate granddad again and gave him a good blow job to relax him.

“God love ya,' Boy. You gotta' know I do. You're a damn good Grandson, Doug,” Grover said.

They fucked one more time in the early hours of the morning and climaxed together as the sun was coming up. Grover didn't remember a thing he said earlier, and Doug thought it might be best not to say anything about it. It might make Grover paranoid and cause him to think his mind might be going despite his physical refurbishment. Douglas dismissed the idea as too pessimistic to consider.

* * * * * * * *
Earlier that same evening ~

Leon drove to Pete's place to join him. They were going to drive to the Daniels Ranch for supper and stay the weekend in their rooms on Captain Nick's ship. Pete met Leon at the door and gave his big cowboy lover a hug and a kiss, but Leon could tell something was not right with his mate.

“What's wrong, Pete? I come to know you too well. I can tell when some'um's bothering you,” Leon said.

Pete didn't say anything. He handed Leon a short letter from the owner of the ranch where Pete was living. It read: “Dear Mr. Breedlove. Pete, I'm sorry to have to tell you this, but I done went and sold the ranch this past week to a conglomerate what's been buying up property around the area like crazy and paying much more than the current market prices. We may never have another opportunity like this again. It's me and my family's chance to get ahead and reinvest in some other ventures we got in mind. There will be a sixty day escrow, but you must vacate the property within thirty days. I'm real sorry, Pete, but it was too good an offer to refuse. We wish the best for you and appreciate your good work and management of the ranch since you been living there. If you need a recommendation, don't hesitate to give my name as a reference. All our best, Dan Heidelberg.”

“So?” Leon asked, shrugged his shoulders like he was unconcerned, and tossed the letter on the table.

“I done put a lot into this old trailer. I worked my butt off to make it livable. It means a lot to me. In thirty days, I ain't gonna' have me no place to stay to lay my head down at night; to say nothing about a private place to make love to the most important person in my life right now,” Pete lamented.

“Bullshit!” Leon exclaimed, “We make the best love on Captain Nick's ship in that huge bed I make you chase me around until your tongue is hanging out. Then I take pity on you and let you catch me,” Leon said and laughed, “You got too many gotdamn people what's come to love you to ever let you be on the streets. You can always come stay wiff' me and dad in an empty cage over to the Kooksville Zoo,” Leon went on and got Pete laughing.

“Thanks a bunch, Mate. Them words truly warm my heart, Cowboy,” Pete shot back but couldn't help laugh.

“I smell a rat!” Leon exclaimed quietly.

“What chu' talk'n about? I ain't got no rats in my place,” Pete said like he was indignant.

“Figger of speech. Don't you find it interesting Dan didn't say nothing about the name of the so called conglomerate?” Leon asked.

“No, 'cause I ain't as smart as you; that's why!” Pete said strongly and grinned.

“Hell, you's plenty smart enough for me, Cowboy. Don't chu' worry yore'self none. You fuck me so damn good it fills in the gaps. Just keep fuck'm me like you do, keep that fine chunk of cowboy beef tuned up and ready to go, and let me do the think'n,” Leon said, and they fell together laughing.

“You got chore'self a deal, Buckaroo! Think'n makes me head hurt some'um awful,” Pete stuck out his hand, and they shook on it.

“Now let's drive over to the Daniels ranch and have us a good weekend. Promise me you won't say nothing about this letter to nobody; not even Oatie or your dad,” Leon pressed him.

“Why?” Pete asked.

“Them people over there know ever' damn thing what goes on in this county. They got their ears to the Earth and gather information like wild pigs root'n for grubs. I ain't say'n nothing agin Master Billy and his family. They got a lot invested in their growing enterprise, and for their own safety and security, they gotta' be on their toes and able to see current trends and fluctuations in their political standing in the community. A large conglomerate offering high dollar for what was previously only good for cows, sheep, or goats? I don't think so. You can't make a ranch pay without supplementing their food sources from the land and that costs money. Some years we consider ourselves lucky if we break even.

"You know as well as I do, ranching ain't a get rich quick proposition. It's a lot of hard gotdamned work and an equal amount of luck. And there ain't no such thing as nine to five. If a job's gotta' be done you may not get no sleep for days. It's a well known fact, if a man decides to go into ranching, he must have a healthy stash of cash to see him over the lean times, because he won't make no money the first three years he's in business. And that's a fact, Jack! 'At's why Dan Heidelberg rents his ranch out to hunters. He can make almost as much money than running cattle without the hassle,” Leon said.

Leon continued, “So why do they want it? As pretty as it can be sometimes, folks ain't flocking to the Hill Country to live. There just ain't nothing here. Hell, you have to drive fifty miles to get to a decent food outlet. So they ain't buying the land to subdivide for track housing. I'd bet my favorite saddle the Daniels done already know'd about this letter, and they be waiting for you to say something. Let's don't say nothing, and I promise, before the weekend's over, somebody will let it slip they knew about it all along,” Leon warned him.

“What? You think the Daniels bought the place?” Pete's eyes opened wide.

“You know I joke about a bet, but you also know I ain't really a bet'n man, Pete; howsomever, if'n I was, I'd say the odds are eighty-twenty they bought this place. Who else has got the gotdamned money, Brother?” Leon asked firmly.

“But like you said, what for? They got more land now than they know what to do with. They may not own the ranches, but they got control of them through the Grange. They invest heavily in the Grange. The Grange ranchers make money, and the Daniels make more money. I ain't putting the Daniels down none. Hell, them ranchers what joined the Grange are making damn good money, more'n they have in a hun'nert years, and their properties look better than I ever seen 'em. If I had my own place, the first damn thing I'd do is join the Hill Country Grange,” Pete said.

“You asked me what for?” Leon asked, “I ain't coming to your aid on this one, Daddy Bull. I done roped the steer as yore' header, now it's up to you to rope its hinders as heeler for our team before we can win the rodeo, Pod'na,” Leon added cryptically in his best Cowboy metaphor.

“Am I still the best fuckaroo in the buck'n event?” Pete asked.

Leon laughed. “No contest, Buckaroo! You will always win that event at our bedroom rodeos, Cowboy,” Leon replied and grinned.

“Oh, my God! It just come to me. You don't think...?” Pete couldn't say the words.

“E'aup, I sure do,” Leon replied, “Them folks got feelers out everywhere and people in our community are loyal to them. They report back to them regularly. Ain't no doubt about it, the Daniels have been good for our community and are slowly raising our standard of living. If Dan Heidelberg didn't respond to the Grange's generous offer to join them, they decided to go around him. They know they got a faithful cowboy already sitting on the property what knows the lay of the land and ranching. I'll even go you one better. I'll bet you the finest damn blow job you done ever got, they bought up them four surrounding ranches as well. The whole area used to be a Mexican land grant in the early days. It's situated around Comanche Creek and used to have an abundant water supply until the beginning of this century. With very little investment on their part, other than the cost of the land, they could assure this area makes a handsome profit,” Leon said.

“In the name of some unknown god, it would be great to get back into ranching again instead of working at that damn feed lot. It would do wonders for my ego to be able to call myself a rancher again,” Pete mused to himself.

“I'm a' think'n we ain't got much longer to work there, Pete. I'm almost sure of it. I just feel it in ma' bones. I could quit anytime I want with the support of the grange and what my dad's got coming in from Social Security and pensions, but I wouldn't do that to you. I won't quit until we can both give notice at the same time; however, we just might have to after this weekend. I think we done proved ourselves to Billy and his family on that scary-ass raid to free them angels. I don't think either one of us got anything to worry about,” Leon said.

“It's all your fault, you know?” Pete asked accusing his mate while pointing a finger at him.

“My fault? For what?” Leon asked indignantly.

“For being so damn good looking and sexy you done went and made me change my life around so's I might have a chance with you,” he said and grinned.

“Nonsense! You had me in the palm of your hand from our first day we done worked together. I took one look at you and damn near shit ma' knickers. You could a' ordered me to drop ma' Wranglers, bend over, and fucked the snot out of me in the middle of the feed lot with all them cowboys watching, and I would a' done it. You become my fantasy jack-off buckaroo, and the cause of many wet dreams over them years we worked together. I never dared to imagine I would one day lay in your arms and have you whisper in my ear you love me,” Leon said.

“Well, get used to it, Honcho, 'cause your Daddy-Bull loves you more'n the number of stars under Texas skies,” Pete said firmly and stole a kiss from his mate.

“And that does it for my own personal ego boost for this e'nin, Pod'na. Thank ya' kindly for that. Shall we gather ourselves and follow the yellow brick road to Never-never-land?” Leon asked.

“Sounds like a plan. Let's mount up and ride, Cowboy,” Pete replied, started out the door, stopped dead in his tracks, and turned to his mate, “In the middle of the gotdamned feed lot? Really?” Pete asked and fell out laughing. “Why in the Hell did you have to tell me that? Just the thought of me tear'n off a piece of yore' sweet ass in front of them cowboys did some'um god-awful nasty to me way down deep in ma' gut, and I won't be able to git rid of this frick'n hard-on until we go to bed. You's in big trouble tonight, Buckaroo!” Pete exclaimed and pointed his finger at his mate.

“You's the kind of trouble I like to take to bed wiff' me, Cowboy. I always wake up with a solution to my problem shoved up my ass,” Leon said, and they fell together for another laugh and a passionate kiss.

* * * * * * *
The family gathered for supper in the ship that Friday afternoon. Pete and Leon were welcomed by the family with open arms. The complete Breedlove contingency was there including Pete's other son, David Stanley Breedlove everyone called 'Veed' and his husband Cletus. They would be prominently featured the next afternoon in the country portion of the barnyard concert. They were still living on Bubba's ranch enjoying their new life together. There was an air of excitement in the great hall.

Jurgen Ironmonger and his crew were busy working almost around the clock and managed to get out eight leather shirts for the new angels. The Zebras looked handsome and fierce in their leather kilts and would look even more fetching with matching leather shirts. Of course, Billy and his staff paid Jurgen Ironmonger and his men handsomely for doing a rush number to make the new protectors feel at home.

Billy discussed with Jurgen he was not satisfied with his slave's harnesses and wanted a wider strap of leather up the front and down the back splitting into a “Y” about their navel and connecting with an equally wide band around their chest beneath their breasts. There would be two shoulder straps where the front and rear Y straps connected to the chest band as well. The part running down a slave's ass and under to connect to his chastity cage in front would be a plat of the rear leather strap cut into three strands. Billy explained the slaves were having problems with the single leather thong rubbing and chafing their skin in their butt cracks. Jurgen promised he would have a prototype completed by that evening and asked Billy if he had any particular slave in mind for the prototype to fit. Billy got a blank look on his face for a moment, then brightened and grinned at a wicked thought which came to him, “Do you have young Zak's measurements?” he asked and grinned.

Jurgen gave out an equally wicked laugh, “Certainly, Master Billy, we don't even have to take out a measuring tape. The new computer program Aunt Helen's twelve disciples installed allows us to scan their naked bodies and that's it. In minutes we get a printout of every measurement of their bodies,” Jurgen smiled.

The 'twelve disciples' was a cognomen Billy gave the dozen halfling caretakers they rescued from the stasis chamber under Mount Ararat. Once they were settle in and given to Aunt Helen to take under her mighty wings, they took off like ducks to water with computers and in the short time they were on the ship they made any number of breakthroughs which were revolutionary. They discovered a unique way of getting the Internet to everyone in the world at blistering speeds without wires or satellites.

Billy and his posse decided to accompany the Zebras and their watcher husbands to the new building in the village where Jurgen's shop of metal working and leather crafting took place. His family member, Sylvan Aspidistra, opened a laboratory and shop in the same building. There was a large wooden sign hanging out front over the entrance which read: Jurgen Ironmonger ~ Fine Metal Works and Leather Crafting. Another sign hung underneath: Apothecary Shop ~ Sylvan Aspidistra Prop. Everyone was in a great mood as they accompanied Jurgen and Sylvan to their shops.

After they arrived, the senior warriors were fitted first with their new shirts, and they were very pleased with Mr. Ironmonger and his staff's work. Of course, the youngest freshman warrior, Zak, was fitted with his shirt last, and it was perfect. It fit him like a glove. Zak and his master were most grateful. Tank kept rubbing his young warrior-slave and holding him near, he was so taken with his husband's new look. The Zebra warriors and their husbands complimented Zak and highly praised Master Jurgen and his crew of leather craftsmen. They asked how they might repay Jurgen for their handsome custom made shirts, but the studly dwarf assured them, he and his staff were already handsomely compensated by Master Billy.

Zak's master, Tank, the second largest of the watcher-protectors, would hear none of it. He complained bitterly it was not right, there must be something they could do for him to show their gratitude and appreciation. Tank looked at his young handsome slave. He got an inspiration and smiled. Tank turned to Zak, “We will show our gratitude to the Leather Master, my husband, by offering your mouth and ass to him. Off with your clothes, Slave, except for your boots, and present yourself on your knees before the Good Master,” Tank ordered Zak, “I ordered him to clean himself before we came, sir. He will gladly service you with either hole. It's your choice, Master Jurgen,” Tank added.

“May I sample both holes, Master Tank?” Jurgen asked and everyone laughed.

“Of course, it will be our pleasure and honor, sir,” Tank boomed in his deep bass voice.

Zak undressed as fast as he could. His master took his new clothes from the young warrior and patted him on his butt to go to Master Jurgen. Zak moved sprightly with his big boots clomping across the stone floor of the Leather Master's shop. He fell to his knees before Jurgen. Jurgen turned slightly and grabbed a leather cushion he sat on many hours while working at his bench. He bid Zak rise just enough for him to slip it under the young warrior's knees.

“Here, Son, the floor in this old building is cold and damp,” Jurgen said with the compassion of a father.

“Thank you, Master Jurgen,” Zak said.

Jurgen smiled and turned his back to the young warrior. “Untie my apron for me in the back, Son,” he said and Zak did as he was told. Jurgen felt for the leather thong which went around his neck and lifted the apron from him. He laid it on the working bench before him. When Jurgen turned around to once again face Zak, he wore only his heavy leather boots which came up to his waist. They were held up by a thick, wide leather belt of the same color as his boots. There was only a piece of leather which ran completely around his waist that held up his boots. There was nothing covering his cock and balls in the front nor his well muscled buttocks in the rear.

Zak didn't know what to expect but imagined a dwarf would be considerably smaller than the larger species of humanoid males. He couldn't have been more wrong. Jurgen was not small. He was a quite large Dwarf Warrior a little over six feet in height. Zak saw Jurgen's naked buttocks and admired it as being his image of what the ideal quintessential humanoid male derrière should look like. He could swear it made his tongue stiffen as well as his young warrior penis when he caught sight of it the first time. His greatest surprise was to find himself looking at the most fiercely fine looking handsome male appendage he could ever recall seeing other than the first glance he garnered of his giant husband.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” Zak exclaimed quietly and several of his fellows laughed at his surprise. “I swear on the name of some unknown god, Master Jurgen, other than my beloved master, I have never looked upon any humanoid with a more fine looking penis and a well-filled set of testicles any good slave might hope to enjoy. My prayers have been answered, Master Ironmonger. It will be more than a pleasure for me to serve you and offer up my slave body for your pleasure and comfort, Sire. It will, indeed, be a great honor. May I begin, Master?” he asked.

“You may begin, Handsome Slave. I'm sure you will make your master proud of you, Son,” Jurgen replied.

Zak set in to give Master Jurgen a fully paid around-the-world trip with his tongue. He started on Jurgen's full hyper-masculine ball sack, kissing, licking, thoroughly bathing them lovingly with his tongue. He took them into his mouth and looked like an over fed hamster with Jurgen's two large orbs puffing his cheeks out. He licked every inch of them and made wonderful ecstatic noises of pleasure and excitement until every person in the room was fully exposed to the unbridled obscene sounds emanating from the young warrior's throat like a contagious virus.

Everyone became immediately infected and caught an almost terminal erection. Male pheromones began to pour from their bodies until they couldn't take it anymore and began to either play with themselves or their mate. Spurred on by Master Billy and Captain Nick, they also became Zak's Greek chorus giving him strongly whispered instructions about how to go after his prize and even more basically graphic words urging him to give his all to the fine master he was serving. Zak's warrior family reminded him he represented them, and they expected him to do his best to prove his worth and repay the fine master craftsman for his excellent work.

Without asking, Zak put his hands on Master Jurgen's sides and turned him around to face his work bench. Jurgen knew without asking what the young warrior wanted, turned, leaned over to support himself with his hands on his bench, and spread his heavy boots about three feet apart. He could feel Zak pull the cheeks of his ass apart to make a hungry onslaught on his butt-hole. Zak increased his obscene sounds of ecstasy and Jurgen couldn't help answer his call with his own growling sub-vocalizations deep in his throat declaring his own ecstatic feelings of pleasure and joy. Zak didn't stop until he was sure Master Jurgen's ass was clean as a whistle. When he was through with Jurgen's lower forty, Zak stood and helped Master Jurgen stand, and turn toward him again. Jurgen stood before the young slave as he watched him fall to his knees again and asked permission to pay homage to his fine heavy boots.

“You have my permission, Slave. You have earned the honor, Son,” Jurgen said from his heart.

Zak lovingly spent some time kissing, licking, and cleaning Jurgen's big boots until he was satisfied he did the best job he could. “May I have permission to make love to your fine penis, Sire?” he asked with his voice shaking like he couldn't wait to taste his treat he worked so hard to claim.

“Your master has trained you well, Slave. I'm sure you must be a great joy to him. You have my permission to make love to my cock and take me as you will, Son,” Jurgen replied.

That's all Zak needed to hear and began to lavish Jurgen's comely cock with his best intentions yet. Zak slathered Jurgen up good and engulfed his large member down his throat until his forehead was banging against the stout dwarf's washboard stomach; Zak's lips were parting Jurgen's pubic hair around the base of his cock on the down stroke, and it was tickling the nose and lips of the exuberant young slave. Jurgen was almost, but not quite, as large as Zak's big watcher; however, the small difference made it easier for Zak to perform like a Deluxe Cocksucker-Slave First Class, had there been an angelic merit badge for such a selfless action. Jurgen was once again moaning sounds which needed no translation he was thoroughly enjoying the handsome slave's attention. The sexual tension and male hormones which were being released in the large workshop were growing stronger from the sexually aroused audience of Cowboy-Angels, Zebras, and their Watcher husbands.

After Jurgen was satisfied Zak slathered up his cock enough, he called a halt to Zak's sucking and ordered him up on his work table. Jurgen spread a beautiful leather hide over the top of the table and slapped it with the palm of his hand as a motion for Zak to place his butt upon it. Jurgen further ordered him to, lie back, grab his new cowboy boots with his arms, pull them up to his ears, and present his Warrior-Angelic ass up for fucking. Zak didn't hesitate and was on the table with his legs pulled back with his cowboy boots resting on either side of his head.

Jurgen opened a drawer on his desk and pulled out a large-mouth bottle of a rendered sheep-fat emollient, high in lanolin, which he used to soften leather hides or to relax a piece of leather to work it a certain way. His household administrator-servant, Sylvan Aspidistra, made it for him in his laboratory. He added some new herbs, Texas lavender, he recently discovered one afternoon on a visit to a nursery just outside of Johnson City, Texas. Not only was it the perfect oil for working leather, it also quickly became a favorite sexual lubricant with the Daniels family Cowboy-Angels.

Hank and Buck made Jurgen a grease-pump ass lubrication gun from one of their converted automotive grease guns with a flexible plastic tube which ran through the center of a fourteen inch solid rubber-husband. When someone pumped the gun, it would squirt the lubricant packed in the gun out the head of the rubber husband. Jurgen copiously coated his large cock and took up the grease gun. Zak's eyes got real big. He never saw anything like it before. He was overwhelmed by his new family's knowledge of sexual toys and slave control devices. Zak didn't need an explanation. He knew it's purpose when Jurgen pulled it out of the drawer. Zak smiled from ear to ear in anticipation. The large stout Dwarf returned his smile, placed it against Zak's ass lips and gently squeezed the gun to make it exude a bit of the lubricant to grease his sphincter. After working the large head of the gun into the young warrior's ass, Jurgen slowly began to insert it into Zak's hungry butt. Master Ironmonger pumped the grease into Zak's lower colon as he slowly inserted all fourteen inches into to the young Zebra's ass. Jurgen continued to pump the gun as he pulled it back out, but not before he fucked his afternoon slave-toy with it for a few minutes to relax his colon.

After he removed the tool, wiped it clean, and put it away in the drawer, Jurgen asked quietly, “Are you ready, Son?”

“Yes, sir! I am so ready to serve you, Master Jurgen,” Zak replied and smiled.

Jurgen positioned his goodly cock at the rosebud of Zak's ass, leaned over and looked into the handsome young warrior's eyes. “Kiss me, Son, while I penetrate your slave-cunt and don't stop feeding me your love and appreciation until I bottom out and break it off. Do you understand, Boy?” Jurgen asked softly.

“I do, Sire. I understand. I'm your slave, Master Jurgen. Take me, sir,” Zak replied.

They kissed the sweetest kiss. Zak opened both ends to his temporary master as the large Warrior Dwarf slowly but firmly began to move into his new play ground. The freshman Warrior began to make deep guttural sounds of pleasure the more Jurgen filled him. There wasn't a dry cock in the room. The big Watcher-Masters of three other slaves ordered them to their knees to service them as they watched the impromptu porn show in the Leather Master's shop. Jurgen didn't stop until he bottomed out and his fully engorged cock was docked as far as he could get it into the slave's ass. There was no more of him to give the young slave, but still they enjoyed their kiss. Reluctantly, Jurgen broke it off. “How's my boy?” Jurgen whispered looking deep into Zak's eyes.

“I couldn't be better, Sire. Ollie Ollie oxen free! It's like you opened the gates of heaven for me. You truly must be a gift from an unknown god, Master Jurgen,” Zak replied.

“How does it feel, Son?” Jurgen asked.

“Like I want to fly a kite with you on a warm windy day on the top of a beautiful mountain. It feels like my soul is no longer hungry, sir. I only ever felt this fine with my husband, Master Ironmonger,” Zak replied.

“Shall we give our audience a show they will remember the rest of their lives, Slave?” he asked.

“You will have my full cooperation, my Good Master. Where you lead, your faithful slave will follow. I promise, I will make you proud of me, sir,” Zak said as Jurgen watched a tear form in the corner of the boy's eye and roll down his cheek. Jurgen quickly caught it with his tongue, licked Zak's cheek, and kissed him gently. Jurgen was taking his time to allow the young man's colon to adjust to his size. “Am I hurting you, Son?” he asked quietly.

“Not in the least, Sire. It was a tear of ecstasy as one might shed while listening to the music of a great musician, Master Jurgen. I feel my body and soul are in the hands of a spiritually grounded artist of great potential. My soul is overflowing from your sexual intensity, and I know I will experience one of the finest moments of my life under your control. You feel so damn good inside me you couldn't be harming me. I sense a man of your experience is incapable of hurting a sex partner, Sire,” Zak said.

“Not incapable, Son, but highly unlikely. Why would any man, no matter his race, wish to hurt or bring pain to one so fair as you, and especially when you were a gift from your generous and gracious master? Anyone who would do harm to someone who agrees to share their body with them, is not a man, but a confused and cowardly misfit. A sociopath is only concerned with one thing, his pleasure and gratification. The biggest thing about him is probably his penis, but without compassion for his partner, he has no soul, Son. That being said, I promise I will never disappoint you. I will use your strong young body to the fullest for both our pleasure and comfort. I promise, Handsome Slave, I will make your master very proud of you while I take what I need. I'm not a novice to sexual display,” Jurgen assured him.

Zak pulled him down close, “I don't mean it as a challenge, Master, but I don't think you could fuck me hard enough to hurt me; however, I trust you and humbly urge you to use my body to the fullest or I will be a disgrace to my master and my platoon,” Zak whispered in Jurgen's ear.

The stout ginger dwarf stood upright and slowly began to fuck the handsome young slave lying on his workbench. There is a world of difference between butt-fucking a dirty man to get your rocks off and fucking the clean ass of a well-trained slave. It's the difference between a bottle of Thunderbird wine out behind the Quick-E-Mart in the back of a rust-bucket pickup truck, and a 1988 bottle of Robert Cakebread Cabernet Sauvignon in a warm room filled with evidence of a well-lived life. Perhaps, the comparison and metaphor is without meaning to anyone who has never enjoyed the experience of fucking a proper slave. More's the pity.

The greater number of strokes Jurgen began to take into Zak's ass, the more he realized and was impressed how much control the young Zebra displayed with his sphincter muscle. Zak never relaxed his muscle the entire time Jurgen was fucking him. Jurgen could tell the young Zebra was carefully taught to give his master the best fuck he could, but that didn't include lying back, relaxing, reading the latest graphic novel, and eating bon-bons. Zak was such a fine piece of ass, Jurgen didn't seem to be in any hurry to reach an early climax. He figured he might not have another chance like this for a while. The handsome dwarf thought he would make hay while the sun shined. Besides, his master and the captain of the ship were cheering him on like they were his own personal claque.

Zak's family of warriors began to follow their master's lead and began to say things to encourage their man. Alpha-Zed led the cheers. “Put your fine little warrior's ass up there for that big Warrior Dwarf, Zak. Don't ever make him hunt for it. Serve your tight little hole up to him. Meet him stroke for stroke, Son. Give him a good ride. Show him how grateful we are as a unit. A good warrior must be as good a companion for his husband and those with whom your master wishes to share his slave. As he is an important member of our family, and as you have accepted your husband as your total master, his slave is representing him and the rest of your family equally. Master Ironmonger has been good to us, and he deserves your comfort. Work with him, Son, show him the best our platoon has to offer. Don't let him walk away until you're sure you've done your very best to provide him with the most pleasure and comfort you can bring to him and lay at his large heavy boots,” he urged.

“Hosanna!” shouted Billy.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” echoed the other men in the room.

Zak could read Jurgen like a book and hoped he had, at least, a hundred more chapters to go. They were of one accord. There was no doubt to their audience they formed a mutual admiration society for each other and were enjoying the Hell out of their coupling. The young handsome Warrior lying on the leather sheet before him was enjoying it as much as Jurgen and he was, after all, a gift from Zak's master. Tank looked on in admiration for the two men in rut, and he was particularly proud of his slave. Zak worked his ass hard to make sure he met every thrust of Master Ironmonger's fine cock. They fucked together like a finely tuned expensive automobile, and Jurgen slowly began to put the pedal to the metal like they were about to advance on a steep hill. Zak stayed with him stroke for stroke.

“Is your slave allowed to shoot, Master Tank?” Jurgen asked.

“He's not allowed to ejaculate every time I do. A master must teach his slave control in all things. He will not ejaculate unless you give him permission, Master Ironmonger. If he has pleased you, and you feel his performance is worthy of a prize, you must give him permission, but he may only shoot his load after you have spilled your seed in him. His master always comes first. He is never allowed to touch himself while a master is fucking him, so if it is your wish, you may have to continue fucking him. He is your gift, Sire. Do as you will with him. You have me and my family's blessing, Master Ironmonger,” Tank replied.

“Hear, hear!” Nathan Daniels said.

“Hear, hear!” Echoed Tron Garrett.

Jurgen set up a steady rhythm, and he slowly built on the same stroke again and again. He could tell Zak was tiring just a bit, but his enthusiasm and warrior pride wouldn't allow him to stop his conscientious ass-work to please is master. Jurgen leaned over the young warrior and spoke quietly into his ear as he continued his long, deep strokes into his ass, “You will know when I come inside you. It will be no secret. When was the last time your master allowed you to ejaculate, Son?” he asked in a whispered voice.

“About a month ago, Sire,” Zak replied.

“Good! I will continue fucking you and nod to you when I shoot my load in your butt. Clamp down as hard as you can on my cock with your ass muscle after I come. I will continue to fuck you until you will not be able to resist me anymore. I will be able to judge your reserve the harder I fuck you. I will feel you slowly losing strength. Fight it with the very last ounce of strength your ass muscle can muster, boy; then, let go. Let go completely, relax, and open your sweet young warrior ass for me to fuck like a flower coming into bloom. Let me do the rest. Trust your master, Son. I guarantee it will be a wonderful new experience for you,” Jurgen said convincingly.

“You have my complete trust, Sire. I will do as you ask... and thank you, Master Ironmonger,” Zak said.

Talk was done. It was time to win the football game. The comments stopped and the sexual pheromones and tensions in the room were palpable. The stout Warrior Ironmonger began his climb up the steep hill; only, this time, he put his all into it. Jurgen fucked the young warrior, and Zak found new vigor to stay with him stroke for stoke. Jurgen saw the top of the hill coming up fast, but he didn't slow down. He sped up to make damn sure they crested the peak at the same speed together. Jurgen could feel his seed boiling in his large balls, churning stud-batter as they slapped against the young warrior's sweet ass. He felt it as it began to rush up his shaft to shoot out like a brass cannon, and Jurgen emptied his seed into Zak's ass in three huge volleys.

The Ironmonger smiled like a proud father, nodded to his gift slave, and felt Zak clamp down so hard on his cock he almost lost a stroke, but he didn't. The Ironmonger kept banging away at the fine piece of ass what received the blessing of his seed. Zak didn't mess around. He clamped down so hard Jurgen dropped back his strong stroke a bit but quickly began to rebuild his rhythm. This time, while his fucking grew stronger, it was almost border-line rough. Jurgen intended to break his slave to his saddle, and he was about to do it. The Ironmonger fucked the boy harder and meaner until he could feel him begin to weaken. Zak tried his best, but Warror Jurgen was just too large and powerful for him to resist anymore. Jurgen saw the look of failure in the boy's eyes when he lost it completely, was forced to give up, and finally dropped out like he was told. Zak felt like Icarus when he knew he must let go of his old man's hand, or they would both perish into the sea.

It was the moment Jurgen was looking for. Zak never stopped putting it up for his master, but there was absolutely no strength left in his sphincter muscle. Rather than slowing down, Jurgen stepped up his pace and fucked the young warrior even harder until it was like he was fucking a rag doll. It was the most sublime feeling for Zak to relax and leave the driving to Greyhound and Master Ironmonger. It kicked him into an alternate universe he never visited before. It was equally sublime for the Ironmonger. He prevailed as master over his temporary slave as any good master should, but his continued hard fucking was the foie gras of the total experience. It felt so sweet to pound his large, heavy-duty Dwarf Warrior cock into such a sweetly conquered young ass which gave him absolutely no resistance. It was like finding the plum in the Christmas pudding, or finally getting to the heart of an artichoke.

Then he saw a flash in his young warrior's eyes and Jurgen knew he was hitting Zak's come button. The Ironmonger could feel it building, but he kept pounding it with the big head of his cock with all his strength and determination. Jurgen could judge the result of his work from Zak's eyes. He fucked him even harder and Zak's eyes began to grow larger. “Ahhhh....” Zak breathed like he just looked upon the face of God and the mysteries of the universe were finally being revealed to him by a metaphorical re-creation of the big bang from the fantastically wonderful cock he felt pounding into his ass. Zak suddenly experienced an epiphany and everything came together to conjoin his mind, spirit, soul, and body with Master Ironmonger's indomitable Warrior spirit. The only way Zac could stop his personal universe from expanding was for his own shining star to go supernova.

“Hear me well, Warrior! The Ironmonger and his handsome slave have reached perihelion. We will shine brightly in the heavens together! You have not let your master down, Son! Your are unique in the universe. Show them men what a great Warrior you are!” Jurgen demanded in a voice which could neither be denied nor ignored. Jurgen fucked Zak harder until the young warrior couldn't hold back any longer and felt his soul collapsing in on itself at an ever increasing speed. Zak arched his back, and shot his load a good twelve feet into the air on the first volley, eight feet on the second, and six feet on his last gut-wrenching ejaculation. It looked like a roman candle of Warrior gizz. Zak's supernova was accomplished, and it was good. It confirmed his place in the universe in which he most certainly belonged.

Someone rang a Star-bell slowly two times.

Jurgen's job was done, but there was still time for him to take his second prize. It only took him a bit longer with several herculean strokes of mean, hard-ass fucking into one of the sweetest slave-butts he ever had served up to him. Zak could feel when his master began filling his ass for the second time. He was amazed and overjoyed. “Oh, my God! You're coming in me again! How wonderful is that? It's so hot! Welcome, Master Ironmonger. What a lucky slave I am!” Zak exclaimed.

The Star-bell rang one more time.

It was Jurgen's time to collapse on top of his partner. The audience shook their heads from the awe and wonder of the coupling they just witnessed. Billy began to clap, and he was joined by his posse until everyone in the room was applauding, tossing cowboy hats, whistling and stomping their boots on the floor. It was total chaos for a few minutes.

“Why ain't chu' never fucked me like that, Pa?” Billy asked loudly enough the rest of his posse could hear, and they broke-up laughing.

“'Cause I ain't never considered it until I saw what Master Ironmonger done. Don't worry yourself none, we'll have a little talk with Master Jurgen and get more info. It's some'um new we ain't never tried, but Hell, I'm up for it. Don't never fool yourself, them men and his daughter were sent to us for more'n one reason. I'm sure we got more to learn from them,” Nick replied.

Zak locked his legs around Jurgen's waist with the heels of his cowboy boots resting on his master's ass to pull his cock deeper into his ass. He shoved his hole up to the base of Master Ironmonger's large penis and began to milk it with his ass like it was a cow's udder. He threw his arms around the Ironmonger and held him tight to hold him close until Jurgen got his breath. He didn't want to let Jurgen go too soon and break the magic of the moment. Zak was shamelessly stealing kisses and whispering to Jurgen what a wonderful, caring, and thoughtful master he was and how proud and grateful he was to have been the slave chosen to serve him. The Ironmonger recovered enough, and he raise himself to look into Zak's sparkling eyes. “Kiss me, Warrior, and it better be a good one!” Jurgen said with a mock threatening growl loud enough everyone could hear him, and they laughed as the two men coupled in an incredible lip lock.

The crowd applauded and carried on while the men were kissing. After they finished, Jurgen stood with his cock still inside the young warrior and ordered Zak to grab his boots again. Zak didn't hesitate until his legs and boots were resting next to his head. Jurgen gave him a couple of extra strokes into his ass with his cock and smiled. He reached into the drawer where he kept his lube-gun and brought out a good size rubber butt plug. A big grin came across Zak's face. Jurgen held it in his left hand and the lube-gun in his right. He squeezed about four shots onto the surface. He returned the lube-gun to the drawer, picked up the butt plug, and with his right hand spread it over the tip and body of the plug.

“I don't want you leaking my seed we worked so hard together to empty into your ass. You got two large deposits in there. It will be your master's choice to add his own later or allow your body time to absorb my essence,” Jurgen explained.

“I understand, sir. Thank you Master Ironmonger for the wonderful fuck. I was right about you. I will never forget this evening, your total control was most impressive, and I'm humbled by your knowledge and expert methods. I'm grateful and proud to have been given to you as a present, Sire,” Zak said.

Jurgen pulled his still turgid penis out of Zak's rectum. He immediately inserted the plug in the warrior's butt and made sure he seated it properly. Even though it was a little larger than Jurgen's cock at its widest part, Zak neither winced nor whinged as Jurgen secured it in his rectum. It was a perfect fit.

Nothing is too sacred for a group of cowboys to find some humor, and they will never pass up an opportunity to share a laugh. Several in Billy's posse wickedly suggested it was almost like a scene from Cinderella. They broke up laughing but unfortunately or fortunately, depending on your point of view, the Zebras and their husbands were not yet familiar with the wonderful world of Disney.

Jurgen took one of his clean rags and gently wiped away any excess lubricant. He ordered Zak to put his legs down, offered his hand, and pulled him up into a sitting position. “How does it feel, Son?” Jurgen asked with concern.

“Tolerable. Downright tolerable, Master Ironmonger. Thank you, sir,” Zak replied and triggered another round of laughter from the Cowboy-Angels.

“Dear Lord in heaven, the poor slave ain't been here but a couple of nights, and he's already become inflected with cowboy-speak!” Billy lamented loudly and broke everybody up. “You better be careful, Son, once't you catch it, there ain't no cure. I'm afraid it's terminal,” Billy added, and the cowboys laughed again.

“We finished the prototype devices we discussed earlier today, Master Billy,” Jurgen said.

“You got bow'fub'bum done?” Billy asked like he was surprised.

“Yes, Sir. The second part I was working on before you asked, and I finished it this afternoon after we completed the first part. It's a little different than the one's you're using, but I think you'll like the idea and the design,” Jurgen replied, “I could bring them out with your permission, Sire, if you think our fine young Zebra warrior earned the honor to model them for us,” Jurgen said and grinned.

“Without a doubt, Warrior Zak has certainly earned the honor!” Billy exclaimed, “I plan to review the video later and learn more from what we witnessed here this afternoon. I have a feeling it just might become one of the most requested videos at our Wednesday night gathering of the Bulls. What about you, Warrior Zak? Are you up to modeling a new slave harness for us we designed?” Billy asked and grinned. He thought it was probably like asking a kid if he wanted a cold RC Cola and a big Moon Pie on a hot afternoon; a little piece of heaven here on Earth.

“Yes, Master Billy. I'm not even breathing heavy, thanks to Master Ironmonger's incredible staying power and stamina,” Zak replied.

“You'll get no argument from anyone gathered here, my Good Slave. Master Ironmonger has the respect of every man and critter in this room. Do we have your permission, Master Tank?” Billy asked.

“Of course, Master Billy, you have my full permission,” Tank replied and walked over to be near his husband. He leaned over and whispered something to his slave. Zak jumped down from the bench and took the rag Master Ironmonger was holding, knelt before him, and cleaned his cock and balls.

“Thank you, Zak. Wait here with your master for a moment, and I'll be right back. Is there anyone here who objects to me remaining nude in my shop?” he asked and Billy's hand shot up.

“After watching you and the young Warrior perform so admirably, if you don't put something on to cover yourself, I won't never get rid of my erection,” Billy said and the whole damn room broke up laughing.

“Amen to that!” exclaimed Enoch Redbone.

“Hear! Hear!” shouted Tron and Nathan together.

“All right, I'll grab my kilt when I return from the other room,” Jurgen said.

“No, don't chu' dare! I's just blow'n smoke up yore' ass, Master Ironmonger. It was meant as a back-door compliment, sir. You couldn't be more fine than the way you are,” Billy insisted, "As long as you got chore' boots on, y'aint' naked," he added.

“Thank you, Master Billy. My feelings are mutual,” Jurgen said and walked into the other room. He returned in less than a minute with a brand new slave harness in one hand and holding what looked like a chrome elbow plumbing fitting in his other. Billy smiled and nodded. He thought it was probably Jurgen's design for a new chastity device. If it was, Billy knew he was going to like it.

Billy wasn't the only one who knew they were going to like it. Zak moved in front of his husband and master. When he saw Jurgen coming with the harness he was so anxious he started shaking like a wild animal in distress. Tank put his huge hands on his slave's shoulders to calm him. “Easy, Slave. You wanted this, so stand tall and proud. Don't shame your master. Remember your training. You are an Elite Warrior and more than that, you are my husband and slave. You deserve this, Zak,” Tank said softly.

Zak stopped shaking immediately and did as his master commanded. He stood tall and proud as Master Ironmonger approached him. “If you will give me a hand with this, Master Tank, we'll have this slave harnessed and on the road to becoming an obedient, faithful slave for you,” Jurgen said and smiled as he dropped the heavy-duty harness over Zak's shoulders. “If you fasten the two buckles in the back, I'll take care of the front and pass the lower strap to you to connect and pull up tight to secure his butt plug,” Master Ironmonger said.

Jurgen looked around and found a sturdy wooden box he was looking for and kicked it with his heavy boot to slide it on the floor in front of Zak. “Here, Son, step up on this box so everyone can get a good look,” he ordered. Jurgen held one hand and Tank held the other as Zak mounted the box. Zak looked like a freshly fucked god on a pedestal. His whole body positively glowed. He radiated a happy contentment one rarely sees in any man. He was in his cups and couldn't have been more proud of himself at the moment. Zak found his bliss and nothing or no one could ever take the moment away from him.

Billy and Nick were standing on tiptoe in the back craning their necks trying to get a better look. “Fuck this shit!” Billy exclaimed. “Are you captain of this frick'n ship, Tonto?” Billy asked Nick in a loud voice.

“So say I, Kemosabe!” Nick replied in a loud voice and laughed. He knew what Billy was up to. He could read the young cowboy like book.

“Am I suppose to be the master of these Warrior-Angels and their handsome husbands?” Billy asked.

“So say I, my Good Master! They swore an oath to you. Every man in this room will confirm, Sire!” Nick agreed and grinned real big.

“Uhhh, excuse me, please! Excuse me! Thank, you! Excuse, us! Thank you! Make way for the captain of this ship and his master. We will have us a closer look at my slave. Thank you very much for your cooperation, Gentlemen,” Billy pushed his way through the crowd of fascinated on-lookers. Nick and Boomer followed him. Everyone laughed at his mock authoritarian move.

“Forgive your master. I won't often pull rank, but I'm sorry, this is too sweet not to see up close and personal. I know the tired old saying, rank has its privileges, but it's especially true with your master at this moment; for you see, to be quite honest, and most of you would probably never guess, your master has a strong perverted streak what will not be denied by his curiosity,” he said facetiously and several laughed.

Billy continued, “Now I know what some of you might be thinking, but I promise you, I didn't get this way by myself. I had plenty expert help and guidance from my faithful Demon Dad here, who taught me about every strange craving I ever contemplated, but the finest lesson he taught me was never to accept the missionary position as gospel. The very word 'gospel' is a misnomer in the face of human nature and cancels-out variety and invention. Everyone should be allowed to find their own bliss no matter how strange or unusual somebody else might consider their choice and gainsay it biased solely on their pinch-faced beliefs and dogged faith in unprovable myths and superstitions. The only axioms I might add is to use sound judgment, avoid excess, moderation in all things, and most important, do no harm,” Billy said. Everyone smiled and a few laughed at Billy's blatant honesty, but they could neither fault his reason nor his 'biased' idiosyncratic eggcorn.

By the time Billy, his husband, and surrogate Pa arrived, and Billy finished his cowboy hyperbolic unaccompanied solo recitative, Jurgen and Tank secured the harness to Zak. It was more massive and masculine than Billy's original design and rather than the usual dull Earthen brown color, Jurgen dyed the leather a dark ox-blood color with just a hint of red which made it even more attractive. It was bold, unique, and unusual.

“Remarkable work, Master Ironmonger! Truly masterful! You have outdone yourself, sir, but after your sterling performance this e'nin, why would anyone expect less of you. Handsome! Very handsome, indeed. In your capable hands, you have taken our combined ideas and created something more important than a mere tool with which to train a slave. This is a work of art; a thing of great beauty. It's a masterpiece with no pun intended,” Billy praised the master leather craftsman. May I see the chastity device before you install it, sir?” Billy asked.

“Certainly, Sire,” Jurgen replied and handed Billy the chrome metal penis sheath.

The chastity device was cleverly made to cover the penis completely, leaving room for a snug fit in case of an erection without providing any surface for a slave or anyone else to stimulate him for orgasm. The metal penis sheath was formed in such a manner to make urination easier than the cramped cages Billy's punishment slaves were using. There was a ninety degree bend in the chrome tubing which made it look similar to a faucet on an old pump handle, but it took up less room to cover with a snap-on cod piece. The final touch, which most impressed Billy, was a heavy leather sack perfectly made for Zak's balls to drop into and would be secured at a the top as a gasket between the chrome faucet and a metal coupling ring attached to the main harness which lay flat behind the slave's cock and balls. Once it was cleverly locked into place, no one, not even Zak himself could touch his genitals without his master's permission.

Billy held it up for everyone to see and marvel at the inventiveness and ingenuity of the handsome dwarf. He handed it back to Jurgen to fit into place over the slave's cock and balls to demonstrate to Zak's master the locking mechanism. Once Jurgen locked Zak into his chastity device, he gave Tank one of the three keys. Jurgen explained it was his obligation as a bonded craftsman to keep a key on file in his safe in case of an emergency or a master lost his key. There were three keys for each chastity device and the other would be held in trust by their master, Billy Daniels.

The last step was to snap on the slave's codpiece covering his secured genitals. Master Ironmonger showed Tank how to snap it on, and they were done. Last, Jurgen reached into his drawer and removed three leather plugs, small, medium, and the largest being almost the same diameter as Zak's watcher-master. They were also of Jurgen's creation. Jurgen made them from a heavy leather but filled them with a more soft, pliable material which enabled them to bend, yet strong enough to return to their original position. He demonstrated using the largest one, and with little effort, he could bend it to a ninety degree angle. He released it, and the leather husband slowly returned to its original position. They were considerably more flexible than the hard rubber ones Billy's punishment slave keepers were using on their charges. Billy was even more impressed and immediately commissioned several more sets for his punishment slaves and others they might have in the future.

Jurgen placed the three graduated leather-husbands in a large plastic shopping bag and handed them to Tank, “The plug Warrior Zak is wearing now is a present for you and your handsome slave from me and my crew. There's no need to return it. We have no plans to advertise by a greater means other than word of mouth, but with our master's permission we hope to stock a large variety of sexual devices a master might wish to consider in the future. We should be fully stocked by the end of this month,” Jurgen announced.

“You mean this harness is my master's for his slave to wear?” Zak asked.

“Lord, I hope so! Do you think we could ever get it off of him, Master Tank?” Billy asked and the huge Watcher-master broke-up laughing.

“With the help of my fellow warriors, we might be able to hold him down long enough, but would you wish to break a slave's heart, Master Billy?” Tank asked in reply and everyone laughed.

“No, I don't have it in me to do something so dastardly, Master Tank. My conscience would never forgive me if I made such a fine handsome young Warrior shed a tear. I would have nightmares for months afterward,” Billy replied, and everyone laughed again.

“May I show my homage and gratitude to you for your wonderful gift to my husband, Master Ironmonger?” Zak asked.

“No, you and your generous husband have rewarded me more than sufficiently; however, you might consider showing our other master your humble gratitude, Son. If it were not for him neither of us would be here right now, nor would you have such a fine slave harness to wear. It was Master Billy's idea for me to make a prototype for a new slave harness with his recommendations. How do you think it happened to fit you perfectly? He asked me to use your measurements. I was merely his humble facilitator,” Jurgen replied.

“May my slave approach you, Master Billy?” Tank asked in his deep booming voice.

“It would be a pleasure, Master Tank,” Billy replied and motioned for Zak to come to him.

As Zak walked across the floor, Jurgen picked up his leather seating pad from his stool at his workstation and with little aim sailed it across the room. The pad hit the floor just as Zak was bending his knees to kneel before Master Billy. Instead of hitting the hard, cold, stone floor Jurgen's pad slid into place right before Zak, and his knees hit the comfortable cushion.

“Safe!” Billy shouted and moved his hands and arms before him like a baseball umpire. The Daniels Cowboy-Angels dang near pissed their Wranglers laughing. “Damn fine toss, Master Ironmonger! Ain't never seen me one better'n 'nat, sir. I want you on my horseshoe tossing team,” Billy said and the men laughed harder. “Once again, our good master has come to your aid, Zebra Zak, and I must say you look damn good wearing that harness, Son. It looks like it was made with you in mind,” Billy complimented the young warrior, “I hope you wear it with pride and honor because your masters thought enough of you to put their heads together to make sure you got what you needed; what your soul has been craving since you got a good look at some of our slaves,” Billy added.

“I'm overwhelmed, Master Billy. Other than my husband, Master Ironmonger, and my Warrior-Angel Platoon brothers, I never had anyone be so good to me. I don't know where to begin to show my gratitude, Sire,” Zak replied.

“Well, let chore' old cowboy-master help you out, Son. When I tell you to start, you may pay homage to my handsome new boots Master Ironmonger made with his own two hands especially for me. You might enjoy the taste. I ain't ashamed to tell you I done licked them several times myself. The leather has been blessed and softened by the come of every humanoid and watcher you see before you including Master Ironmonger's. He gathered a load from everyone who loves me and rubbed it into the leather by hand to insure my protection in a fierce battle we got ourselves into saving some Angels what been in stasis for centuries here on our planet. Danged if it didn't work. Only one of our men was injured, and he's standing right over there next to his good master,” Billy pointed to Wilbur, and he waved back. When I tell you I'm satisfied with your token homage, you will complete the slave ceremony with me. You have already been briefed about it by your Alpha-angel. Do you have any questions, Slave?” Billy asked.

“No, Sire, I'm ready,” Zak replied.

Zak kissed, licked, and cleaned what little dust was left on Billy's boots. Master Ironmonger always carried a rag in the pocket of his leather apron and every time he would see his master's boots were a little too dusty for his liking, he would kneel before Billy and give them a quick rub. Zak made love and licked every inch of Billy's boots. Everyone agreed the young warrior deeply enjoyed what he was doing. Zak needed unconditional love, the acceptance, and approval of men who stood in witness to his voluntary slavery. Many were also deeply moved, and so were their cocks. Once again the smell of male testosterone was strong in the air.

“That's enough, Slave. You done a fine job of paying homage to your master's boots. I'm proud of you,” Billy said and held his hand down for Zak to kiss. They went through the brief master/slave ceremony, and Billy ordered the handsome young warrior to his arms. Zak stood, laid his head on Billy's bigger chest. Zak almost cried in Billy's arms, but Warriors aren't supposed to cry. As Zak choked back his tears, he could smell the good, Earthy, strongly masculine, clean scent of his master's body, it made his cock swell and fill out his chastity tube.

“Now show your master and the rest of your family how much you love your master with a goodly kiss, and like Master Ironmonger admonish you earlier, it better be a good'un!” Billy exclaimed and grinned.

Zak gave Billy an equally exuberant kiss as he did with Master Ironmonger. Billy didn't seem to be in any rush to break it off and allowed the young slave to take or give as much as he needed; however, Billy did take advantage of his slave's new harness and played with his butt-plug to increase his passion. They finally broke it off and held each other for a moment. Billy's posse began to politely applaud the two men, and everyone in the shop joined in. “Go to your master, let him help you get dressed, and we will go down to the great hall as family for our supper. The rest of our family will be arriving soon, and we should be there to greet them. Walk tall and proud, keep your head up, and smile, Slave. Today you have begun a new episode in your life. Only you can make it the best chapter in your book,” Billy said and smiled.

“Thanks again for everything, Master Billy,” Zak said, stole one last kiss, turned, and returned to his master's huge arms.

Billy watched the young warrior walk to his master-husband and thought to himself there was something different about Tank. While he was big, the second largest of the Watcher-Protectors, there was something about him which set him apart from the rest of them. He was just too damn good looking, and his body looked a bit more human than the rest. Tank didn't seem to have as much hair on his body as the other watcher-warriors. There was ample around his waist to hide his genitals but on his upper body and below his hips, there was only fine hair.

<< Tank is a half-blood watcher, Master Billy, >> Boomer sent to his husband.

<< I never knew there was such a thing. How could that happen, Boom? >> Billy asked in return.

<< A humanoid mother and a Watcher father. His mother carried him for six months, they induced an early birth, and Tank spent the next six months in his dad's pouch, >> Boomer explained.

<< Then he should have the power to be either, shouldn't he? >> Billy asked.

<< Not necessarily, Kemosabe, >> he heard Nick pick up the conversation, << Perhaps he's never been enhanced. The genetic information in his body could be check-mating his natural abilities with which most watchers are born. It's probably why he's in a unique platoon of mixed Warriors. He probably never fit in any other place and may have lived with discrimination most of his life. Half-breeds on many worlds are looked upon as freaks, >> Nick sent to Billy and Boomer.

<< Well, I ain't gonna' stick ma' big cowboy nose in it. If he's got problems or wants to do something about it, he can come to me, >> Billy said.

<< That may be true, Master Billy, but you're not as approachable as you used to be, even a month ago. You got an awesome aura around you which sets you apart from the rest of the herd. He could be intimidated by you and out of respect might not say nothing for a good while until he gets to know you better, >> Boomer sent.

<< Is there anything else I should know about my new slaves, Gentlemen? >> Billy asked.

<< Tank has a human penis, >> Nick said.

<< How can you tell, Pa? >> Billy asked.

<< Compare his crotch with Boomer's, Kemosabe. Don't matter how relaxed Boomer gets, because of the bone in his penis, it always stands straight up, but it's hidden by his fur. Watchers are born with permanent erections, >> Nick replied, << Now look at Tank's crotch. See the bulge in his lower middle? >> Nick asked.

<< Yes, I see it, but I just thought he might have an extra large set of testicles, >> Billy answered.

<< He does, Master Billy, but if you'll notice, it's centered where human male genitals are located and drops from there, >> Boomer sent.

<< Are you men suggesting something? >> Billy asked.

<< No. Play it by ear. If he has a problem, after what you done for his mate today, he should feel easy enough with you to ask his Alpha if he can speak privately, or to avoid a protocol embarrassment, he might ask his Alpha to join you, >> Nick said.

<< Okay, everyone is ready, and they look like a fine group of mavericks. Let's mount up, head 'em out, and take this herd to Denver, Tonto, >> Billy sent. Nick and Boomer laughed.

* * * * * * *
Bubba, Ernest Pennywise, Jack McCormack, and Hoss Dewberry were already on the ship and spent the afternoon with Billy watching the show in Master Ironmonger's shop. Ernest was moved to his core by the young Zebra Warrior-Angel getting fucked before an audience of lusty men and other various humanoid creatures. Ernie had come a long way, but part of him was still so painfully shy and bound up inside, he didn't know if he could muster enough courage to become involved with something so blatantly sexual.

“Would you ever give me to someone like that, Master?” Ernie quietly asked Bubba.

“Not until I was sure you were ready for it,” Bubba said and grinned, “I know it must seem horrifying to you right now, but did you see the joy and love the kid radiated? You can't deny your cock got hard in your cage,” Bubba replied and smiled.

“No, you're right, Master Bubba. God help me, I found myself envious of him and his obvious joy in giving of himself, but you must admit these were ideal conditions where a considerable amount of empathy and compassion were brought into play. Just like you have created an ideal situation between us. A child can't grasp such concepts. He only sees such things as unjust punishment,” Ernest said referring to his dark and depressing past of abuse.

“You're right. When I was a child, I spoke as a child, I thought as a child, and I understood as a child: but when I became a man, I put away childish things. I didn't have a clue how to go about incorporating that scripture for myself until recently I went through an epiphany when my subconscious memory of a forgotten childhood was revealed to me by my dead uncle. After Master Billy enhanced me, my true past came flooding back into my conscious memory, day by day, until I began to see things differently than provided by my previous childhood and the sometimes painful confusion adolescence can cause. I finally accepted the idea it was necessary for me to become a responsible, compassionate, caring human being, and I finally decided to become a mature adult. I put aside my childish ways of thinking about life and became a man.

"God won't help you, Ernest, but your master can and will, Son. Don't never forget it, Ernie. If you truly believe a man must have faith in something, then put your faith in me. I'm a sure bet. God ain't. I will bring you along slowly until one day you will look back on this afternoon and wonder how you could have been so disturbed yet so attracted by what you witnessed here this afternoon. Did you like the new harness and the more pliable leather plugs?” Bubba asked. Ernie blushed. “I take it that's an unqualified 'yes'” Bubba answered his own question and grinned. Ernie only blushed more. “Would you like to upgrade yours?” Bubba asked.

“Oh, yes, if it's possible, Master Bubba. It was so much more handsome than the one I'm wearing and the leather-husbands looked downright comfortable,” Ernie replied and smiled.

“I know Master Ironmonger will be busy this week, but I'll see what I can do for you. I done a couple of favors for him, but I will also grease his palm with money. Ain't nothing too good or expensive for my slaves, Son,” Bubba said like he was mocking a big tycoon. Ernie giggled at Bubba's cowboy hyperbole. “You gonna' ride your master's stallion again tonight for him like you done last night, Baby Slave?” Bubba whispered to Ernie, bussed a kiss behind his ear, and got him giggling like a school boy.

Ernest sobered up before he answered, “Whatever my master desires, his slave will do his best to provide what he needs with sincere hope of pleasing him,” Ernest replied with strength and confidence.

“I'm proud of you, Ernie. You've come a long way, but no matter how dark our road ahead might become, I will always be here for you. I will always be your master,” Bubba said sincerely.

* * * * * * *
There seemed to be a lot of camaraderie and sharing of good wishes when the various factions of the family gathered to break bread and later relax in the tubs. Elmer liken it to the old days of his youth when families got together once a year for reunions. Families don't do that anymore, and they drift apart where the greater ideal of a family trust has been lost to antiquity. It might be said, in certain instances, it probably was for the best, but he was glad to see the reawakening of a more gentle and compassionate gathering through the Daniels family and how much it can mean to be included in a larger family.

Talk was lively around the table that evening. Billy called in his straggler Angels so he might be able to gather as much power as he could to make his job easier when dealing with the Zebras later that evening, and also enhancing one of the Watcher-husbands. Billy could count on a basic retinue of his home-based angels, and he could boast some pretty powerful talent among them including the hugely talented Metatron. Unfortunately, the largest of the angels didn't seem comfortable or content in his present situation being under Master Billy's control. Billy and his family worked with him and tried to appease him, but he just didn't seem to fit in anywhere. Metatron was created for one purpose, to follow orders and make sure those beneath his control were continually fearful and intimidated to do his and his masters' bidding by brute force if necessary; until, he experienced his own epiphany and came to realize the forced placing of the Fallen Angels into stasis wasn't to teach them a lesson; its true purpose was to silence them.

The Gumbo-Angels were sent for and every one of them responded including Ipos Kokabiel. The dining hall wasn't filled to capacity, but there was a good crowd. In the brief time the Zebras and their Watcher-Protector husbands were on the ship, the Watchers decided they liked the slave chow better than human food, and there were mostly humanoids around the table except for Tank. He seemed to prefer most of the food the humans were eating, but he admitted he enjoyed the slave chow just as much. Seats were left open next to each Zebra for their husbands when they returned from their feeding. Billy offered to have their slave chow set before them at the table, but they declined. They did, however, return to their husband's side after they were finished. Some would snack on raw vegetables and other organic foods. They would eat salad without dressing of any kind.

The ladies of the Daniels family were delighted to meet the new Warrior-Angels and their husbands and chatted up the Essengurda warriors to inquire about their wives and families. They seemed to be the bonding agents which gave the men in the Daniels family much needed class and decorum. Young Kayla along with Master Ironmonger's daughter, Felicity or Felix as she was also known by her close friends, were becoming the darlings of the men. The young ladies loved the strange variety of personalities, their talents and abilities. It was like trying to keep track of the many characters in old digital games so popular in the early teens of the twenty-first century or the Game of Thrones saga without slaughtering every decent character but the dwarf.

After supper was finished, the ladies departed and returned to the big house. Billy made an announcement there would be another gathering in the great hall on the ship Sunday evening early to watch the news from Houston about the alien men in black. It was scheduled to be shown at six o'clock and they would have a late supper afterward. Everyone was invited. Billy also announced, he and his large gathering of Cowboy-Angels, Gumbo-Angels, and others would be making some adjustments to five of their new Warrior-Angels who came to live with them after taking the reptilian aliens to Retikki Prime and turned them over to Billy and Boomer's family. They would be meeting in one hour to give everyone a chance to relax for a few minutes and disrobe down to their boots. Slaves to be enhanced would be naked without harnesses, but they could wear their boots and rectal inserts at their master's discretion. Billy and his immediate family returned to their quarters on the ship to undress and get ready for the enhancements and changes he and his posse would be making in the dungeon. After that, they would retire to the tubs for Texas Tea, socializing, and relaxing in the hot waters of the communal bathing area.

* * * * * * *
The Breedloves accompanied Pete and Leon to their apartment in the tower. There was plenty of room for everyone to be comfortable and disrobe. The men were used to the evening routine on the ship and were soon wearing nothing but their boots. Roxanne and Vox decided Vox would attend the enhancement procedures for the Zebras and relaxing in the hot tub. They would probably switch later when Elmer decided what he wanted for the evening. The Bull of the Hill Country, would usually start with Roxanne and fuck her tight little pussy until he made her reach orgasm several times. Then Rox and Vox would switch and Elmer would take his husband's ass.

Vox discovered if he allowed his bull to fuck Roxanne first, he would get fucked harder and longer so the bull could reach his second, and sometimes third climax. Instead of feeling like he was getting sloppy seconds, it became a full course meal for Vox. He always thought Elmer never fucked him enough to satisfy something deeper within him even when Vox reached a climax. Elmer wasn't particularly quick on the trigger and always worked his hardest to give a good fuck. The quality was certainly there and Elmer was a proven Bull, no doubt, but Vox craved longer sessions. By being unselfish and letting his sister get fucked first, Vox reaped his reward and found his bliss. Vox had to admit to himself, after Roxanne came into their lives, he never went to sleep unsatisfied. Elmer Breedlove lived up to his nickname. He was, indeed, the Bull of the Hill Country.

No one in the Breedlove posse seemed shy about being naked around each other and Pete's boys certainly didn't feel like they had any reason to feel embarrassed, especially since Pete and Leon's budding relationship was no secret to anyone on the Daniels Ranch. They were standing around talking with each other about nothing in particular. “I heard a rumor you finally ran into your mother the other afternoon, Veed,” Pete said and grinned.

“Yeah, it was me and Cletus' night to fix supper for Bubba and his posse. We cooked Cajun and ran down to the store for a couple of things we needed. We was coming out the store heading for the truck and yonder across the parking lot we saw Janice and Lacy Lynn coming toward us. When Janice saw it was me, she ran to me with her arms open, yell'n and a holler'n, 'Stanley! Stanley! My son!' She proceeded to gimme' a big-old hug, and started kissing on me. She reeked of cigarettes and stale beer. It was obvious she had a few. She was crying and go'n on about how much she missed me and how terrible I was to leave without a word to her, how hurt she was, and on and on. It was all my fault. She never once looked into her own soul to look at herself. I'm afraid I didn't respond like she wanted, Pete; in fact, I didn't respond at all. She caught me by surprise, and I never took the time to think about what I might say to her if we did cross paths. I just stood there listening to her ranting and raving about how awful I was, and how could I do that to my mother, but I remained quiet until she let me go.

“Ain't you gonna' say nothing to me and your sister, Stan?” she asked almost yelling at me.

“Hello, Janice. Hell,o Lacy,” I replied.

“Janice? I'm your mother, Stanley! I suffered the pains of Hell giving birth to you. You will show me the respect I deserve. You will call me, 'mother'! Do you understand?” she yelled at me.

“Respect? What respect do you deserve? You certainly don't have any respect or compassion for anyone who don't fit into your narrow minded small view of the world. Sorry, Janice, I will never call you 'mother' again,” I replied, “You were my mother, and then I made up my mind to divorce myself from your evil hatred by leaving because I decided I was too ashamed of you to ever admit to anyone you were my mother. I hoped, by disappearing, you would get the message, but I guess you didn't,” I told her. “I really don't want anything to do with you anymore. If my sister ever comes to me and apologizes for conspiring with you to make the rest of our family's lives a living Hell, then I might consider forgiving her. Until that time, as far as I'm concerned, you are little more to me than a festering pimple on the backside of humanity,” I added.

“How long have you been here?” Janice demanded trying to change the subject.

“Almost a month,” I replied.

“Why did you come back?” she asked.

“I have business here, and I came to visit my dad and my big brother,” I replied.

“And who is that big ugly cowboy with you?” she asked.

“What ugly cowboy? Where?” I asked.

“That huge hairy guy standing behind you. Damn he's ugly. I seen better looking gorillas in a zoo,” Janice said rudely.

“Oh, you must be talking about Cletus, my husband,” I said and grinned. “Never make the mistake of judging a man by his outward appearance, Janice. He may be much better than your limited imagination can grasp. Trust me, when the lights are off, and we's lying in bed together with Cletus's big twelve inch cock up my butt and he fucks me 'til the cows come home, he's about the most handsome hombre I ever did see. And you know what, Janice? Over the years he just done got more and more handsome to me. I don't never go to sleep at night what I ain't got me a big-old smile on my face. I take a deep breath, whisper a 'thank you' to the universe, and say to myself, life with my husband Cletus is good. I'm so glad he asked me to marry him, and I had the good sense to say 'yes,'” I told her.

“That's disgusting!” she exclaimed, “I knew it! I just knew it! You're just like your brother and your daddy. Do you know your daddy is shacking up with that big queer cowboy what lives over to Koocksville?” Janice asked.

“Leon? Yes, Janice. Me and Cletus know him well. He's a wonderful man. He's been good for Pete. Me and Oatie fully approve of their relationship. We're happy our dad decided to jump the fence and find himself a peaceful pasture to graze in. I can't thank you enough for being the shrewish fish-wife you were to him all them years and playing off on him behind his back to boot like a common slut when you allowed that god-awful little preacher to fuck you. That was the final straw for me. I was so embarrassed, I never wanted to be seen in public with you anymore. You wanna' talk disgusting? What could you possibly have seen in that fat, rat-faced, little piece of excrement? And you have the gall to call my husband ugly? The whole damn town knew about it but Pete. He didn't learn about it until after I left home. I'm just glad my dad finally come to his senses and dumped your fundamental fat ass. I have no sympathy for you, Janice, you made your own bed now sleep in it. Leave me and my husband alone, but try to make an honest attempt to put Christ back into your perverted beliefs in Christianity,” I told her.

“You are going to Hell, Stanley Breedlove, just like your brother and your daddy, and that awful old homo you got for a granddad, too,” Janice yelled at me.

“Sure! Sure Janice! Your same old tired mantra. You wish we were going to Hell. That's fine by me, Janice," I told her, "If there really was such a place, I'd rather be in Hell with them good men than in heaven with a miserable failure of a wife and a harlot mother like you. There ain't no shoe-horn big enough to squeeze your hate-filled fat-ass through them pearly gates. That's enough. I didn't mean to stoop to your level, but you never could take no for an answer. I done already spent more time with you than you deserve. Nice to see you again Lacy. What a wonderful, life confirming, chat we've had. Listen sister, if you don't take your life into your own hands and divorce yourself from this evil bitch, you'll very likely end up like her; a pinched faced old chain-smoking alcoholic crone what wreaks of cigarettes and the last pig she fucked. If you don't, there will be no pity in my heart for you either. It's not too late. Pack a bag, run like Hell, and don't never look back. I hear tell Sally Goodun won't be coming back to live with you. She's done seen the light and will be living with her granddad this fall until she finishes high school,” I told my sister.

I'm sorry you had to go through that, Veed,” Pete said. Pete didn't dare call either of his boys 'son' anymore. Pete understood from his dad there was a shit-load of hurt feelings caused by his rejection of both his boys, it would not be the right thing to do; however, Pete didn't see any harm in asking how he might do penance to regain his former status. “What must this old man do to regain you men's love and respect to once again consider me your dad?” Pete asked almost breaking into tears.

Veed looked into Oatie's eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. He didn't have a response. Pete caught him off guard. “You want me to take that one, Little Brother?” Oatie asked quietly with great calm.

“Yes, please, Odie. I don't think on my feet as good as you. You lead. I'll follow. I trust you to speak for bow'fus, Brother,” Veed replied.

“You will never be completely forgiven, Pete, until you recognize us and put back into your sons the love you took from them!” Oatie exclaimed raising his voice and looking directly into Pete's eyes. His tone was hard, cold, and accusing.

“Hear! Hear!” exclaimed Vox.

“Exactly! Amen to that! Well put, Son,” Elmer agreed.

Pete looked stunned. He had no idea what Oatie was talking about. “I'm afraid this old cowboy just don't understand, Oatie,” Pete said almost in tears.

Oatie nodded to Leon and smiled. Leon understood, returned his smile, and knew it would be his job to tell Pete what Oatie meant. “You essentially castrated your boys, Pete. In essence you took their manhood away by denying them your love and compassion. You didn't stand up for them when they most needed you. Instead, you done cut their balls off, by letting Janice pussy-whip and bully you into doing every got-damned-thing her way, even drinking from her poison cup of religion by rejecting them boys for the same frick'n thing you was guilty of in your younger days. You let Janice talk you into turning your back on them, Pete. I don't know which boy was more damaged by your actions. My guess would be Veed because Oatie had his granddad to lean on, but poor David didn't have nobody but his surrogate Cajun family. Thank them ancients the Boudreaux family opened their arms to him so's he could get away from the growing sickness in his own home. 'Er ain't no doubt, you were just as guilty as Janice was, but later, you had the good sense to get away from her and made an effort to change. Now, you gotta' set things right, and to do that, you gotta' spill your seed into them boys to make them feel whole again. You mustn't think on it as sick or perverted. It's as symbolic as any coming-of-age ritual might be. I can quote you verses from the scriptures which are far more perverted than what Oatie and Veed are suggesting. At lest you won't be cut'n the best part of their cocks off. Like Oatie said, think on it as giving them back the love what you withheld from them when they needed you the most,” Leon explained.

“Ya' mean I gotta' butt-fuck ma' boys?” Pete asked like he was shocked and dumbfounded. No one answered. He sat for a few minutes as the tension in the room grew until it was palpable. “Well, if'n my daddy butt fucked ma' boy and made him suck him off regularly during Oatie's rough times his last year in high school, then continued his support through six years of college, to stand by him, prove his love for him, and since Oatie turned out to be one Hell of an athlete and one of the finest most successful men in our community, who am I to gainsay his methods. I suppose it wouldn't hurt me none to follow in the big bull's footsteps,” Pete allowed, “Hell yes, I'll fuck ma' boys good to regain my status as their father and to hear them call me 'dad' again,” Pete added.

“How many fucks should we hold out for, Big Brother?” Veed asked Oatie wickedly.

Everyone in the room broke up laughing including Pete. “Now, now, Little Brother, it was my idea for this to be a serious ritual, but what the Hell, cowboys got themselves a way of hold'n out for brag'n rights. Would you agree three is a magic number, Little Brother? If'n our bodies don't take him on as our dad after three humongous buckaroo fucks, we don't deserve for him to call us his sons noways,” Oatie said and got everybody laughing again.

“Three it is! Three fucks for me, and three for ma' big bother! And they better be damn good 'uns, too! I don't want none of this, 'Ouuu, am I hurt'n you, Boy?' shit neither. I'm a rodeo cowboy. I can ride any gotdamned thing what bucks, and I damn well expect any buckaroo what mounts me to take what he needs when the gate to my chute is thrown open; he's gotta' ride me down mean and hard; and only then, will I be able to get what I need; I call it shoot'm my soul out my gun, and if'n ya' ain't man enough to give of yourself and take it away from me at the same time, y'ain't no cowboy I wanna' call my 'dad,'” Veed said strongly.

"Amen! Right on! Testify, Little Brother!" Oatie exclaimed, "If you're serious about this, Pete, and ain't just blow'n smoke up our butts, I'd advise you to consider my little brother's words carefully, 'cause I expect the same damn thing!" Oatie said firmly.

“I never knew you rode in a rodeo, Veed,” Pete said dumbfounded.

“How do you think Cletus and I lived as nomad bikers? We traveled from rodeo to rodeo, change from our leathers into cowboy drag, Cletus would ride bulls, and I'd ride bareback broncs. We won top money three years in a row in Calgary, Pete. And another thing I done thought of, we want our last fuckings to be before an audience of our extended family like we done watched this afternoon with Master Ironmonger and Zak. That was really hot! We want everybody we care about to know our old man thinks enough of his boys to set things right and bond with them. That's our bargain, Pete! Take it or leave it!” Veed said looking directly at his dad with a big grin on his face.

“I like the 'rider' you attached to our contract, Little Brother. Swift think'n on your part. That was a real winner, Bro!” Oatie encouraged his little brother.

“Well, Son, what's it gonna' be?” Elmer asked, “You asked, and them boys told you what it would take. They didn't hem and haw, beat around the bush, and they didn't bullshit chu' none neither. They's serious buckaroos, Pete. Are you gonna' fuck them boys? Are you man enough? You know you gotta' fuck 'em good, or it won't take! Now's your chance or forever hold your peace,” the bull of the Hill Country demanded.

“Hell, yes, I'll fuck 'em! If'n it's what they need to break down the wall between us, I'll damn sure give it to them. I might have to retire from the rodeo circuit afterward, but hey, my boys deserve only the best this old cowboy's got left in him,” Pete swore and got another round of laughs.

Oatie and Veed went to Pete, threw their arms around him and each other to pull them together as a family. Oatie kissed Pete on one cheek and Veed on the other. Their agreed upon bargain was sealed.

“I think we done made us some major inroads this e'nin toward repairing the rift in our family. I couldn't be more pleased, but we better be git'n on down to the dungeon. We don't want to be late for the party. Let's wing up before we go. I'm sure Master Billy included you, Leon,” Elmer said.

“Thanks, he did mention it to me, Sir,” Leon agreed.

Everyone gathered in the dungeon including the young boys with Tom McMartin and a posse of Cowboy-Angels who were with them most of the time they were on the ranch. Clyde, Balthazar, Cowboy Andy and the boy's watchers were always riding herd on them. They were with Billy and his posse earlier in the afternoon when Master Ironmonger fucked Zak and thought nothing of it. It was just something men do, but they were also informed not all men have the same needs and some have much more narrow means of enjoying sex. Billy and Tom didn't feel like they should hold anything back from the boys. If they became familiar with the various ways of sex, they would be able to form a more rounded attitude than if they were taught there was only one way to have sex and the others are sinful and base.

The available Angels were winged up and ready to go. Billy called the first smaller Zebra who was actually the tallest and beefed up of the four who wanted their growth engines restarted. After Billy and Oatie tasted his blood to gather his DNA, and the huge gathering of Angels spread their wings to collect the ethos of the universe, they began to alter his growth genes. It didn't take them long and Billy looked at the Zebra-warrior's handsome watcher husband and asked if he wanted anything changed on his slave. He asked for him to have another couple of inches added to his cock and Billy obliged. He waved his hand over the Zebra's cock and it was immediately larger.

“How's that size look to you, Warrior?” Billy asked.

“Perfect, Master Billy,” he replied.

“All right, I have his coordinates in place, but I will return his cock to its original size; then, as his body enlarges so will his cock grow to the dimensions you just saw and approved,” Billy said, waved his hand over the Zebra's penis and it returned to its original size and shape.

The Cowboy-Angels did the same for the other two Zebras. They took Zak last. Billy and Oatie tasted Zak's blood and got his DNA on file. His master, Tank, was standing at his head. Billy asked him if he wanted some changes made on his slave?

“Yes, Sire. I would like his penis heavier or fatter, doubled in size, and his balls and sack increased proportionately,” Tank said.

“Zak ain't exactly what I'd call a small man, Master Tank. He's above average for his size. I'll be happy to morph him into the size you requested, but I'll need a final confirmation before I re-program his genetic code,” Billy said and waved his hand over Zak's genitals. Immediately they were twice as large and considerably heavier. They looked freakish on Zak at his present size, but Billy thought it might be alright when the young warrior reached his maximum growth potential he planned to program. Billy was curious. “As you can see, Master Tank, if I left it like this he would look freakish; however, when he reaches his maximum growth potential this time next year, it will still be exceptionally large but more acceptable for his new size. Usually a master don't want his slave to be so large. I'm not questioning your right to have your slave anyway you want him. When he agreed to become your slave, he gave you that right; however, I can't help be curious why you might want him so large,” Billy explained.

Tank didn't hesitate to explain, “I plan to train my slave to fuck me the way I want once in a while, and as large as I am, I want him to have a member which will fill my gut and satisfy my needs. I know it's unusual for a master to want a slave to fuck him, but he is my slave. If it pleases his master, in the name of some unknown god, he will fuck me until I'm satisfied or suffer my punishment!” Tank said firmly.

“I can't argue with logic like that, Master Tank. Your honesty is refreshing. It's a bit different, but I understand different. I speak different. I can do different. I have done different, and I will do different again. You have my blessing, sir; however, I must ask you once again, are you satisfied with the cock you see before you?” Billy asked.

“It's perfect for our needs, Master Billy. Thank you,” Tank replied.

Billy logged the coordinates into Zak's gene structure, waved his hand over the young warrior, and his cock and balls returned to their original state.

Billy asked Alpha-Zed if he wanted any changes done to his slave, but he graciously declined. “I'm happy with my slave the way he is,” Zed replied.

Billy looked around and pointed to Warrior Tank again. “You, Slave Tank, hop up here on this table,” Billy said in a commanding voice. Tank looked nervous like a frightened animal about to bolt for the woods to hide. His eyes finally came to rest on his handsome young slave and it calmed his heart for a moment. He had no idea why Billy wanted him on the bench. He looked at his Alpha, and Zed nodded his head he must obey their master. Tank slowly climbed upon the table and stretched out. Billy quickly pricked Tank's thumb and tasted a drop of his blood. Oatie tasted it, too. The Cowboy-Angels looked across the table at each other and nodded their agreement.

“Don't be nervous or apprehensive, Master Tank. We mean you no harm nor am I displeased with you. On the contrary, I'm right proud of you, your slave, and your platoon, but I want every member of your squad working at peak efficiency. I noticed you're different from your fellow watchers. I need to ask you a few questions. Can you make yourself invisible to other species of humanoid like humans?” Billy asked.

“No, sir,” Tank replied.

“Can you morph into another species you have some familiarity with?” Billy asked.

“No, sir,” he replied.

“Do you know why?” Billy asked.

“No, Sire. I know I'm different, but I was told I was a freak of nature, and the only thing I could become or do successfully was to become a Warrior in this special platoon, Master Billy,” Tank replied.

“Nonsense! You are definitely not a freak of nature, but you are unusual. You're a half-blood. You're half Watcher and half Human. Your father was a Watcher and you mother was a Human. She carried you in her body for the first six months of your life. She gave first birth to you and you lived in your daddy's pouch for another six months. Some call a rare phenomenon like yourself a half-breed. Things ordinary humans or watchers can do, you can't; and the reason you can't is because your inherited genetic information has canceled out those abilities,” Billy explained.

“Yes, sir, but no one knows about it except my slave, Sire,” Tank replied.

Alpha-Zed spoke up and joined the conversation, “That's not quite true. I knew about your limitations, Warrior Tank. I was briefed about your differences long before you were assigned to my platoon. I watched you closely and despite your differences, I thought you showed promise and potential. I asked to have you placed in my platoon. I'm not sorry I did. I have been pleased with your work, your dedication, and determination, but none of these things seemed to fully coalesce until you met Zak and you men formed a close bond. Our youngest Warrior may be your slave, but he is also the glue that keeps you together and focused. You are right, Warrior Tank, Zak believes in you and sometimes the love one Warrior has for another is enough to make an ordinary or limited Warrior strive to do his very best and excel.”

“How could you know, Master Billy?” Tank asked

“A Watcher's cock is always stiff and ready to go. Yours ain't. You must rely on physical or sexual stimulation to become erect. Am I right?” Billy asked.

“Yes, sir, but it's not a handicap or a limitation. I think my slave is happy with my performance,” Tank replied.

“I'm sure Zak is quite happy with you, Warrior Tank. To be honest, I didn't know until my husband and my pa brought it to my attention earlier this evening, and a taste of your blood to read your DNA confirmed it. It's also a part of why you accepted Zak for your slave. The young warrior fell in love with you, and he loves you unconditionally. He loves you just the way you are. Am I right?” Billy asked.

“Yes, sir. Zak told me we needed each other to excel, and he was so sincere about it, he convinced me. I believed him. He proved it to me by trusting me enough to give himself to me to become my slave,” Tank said.

“Then would you agree you need to become the best master for him you can?” Billy asked.

“Yes, Sir. I'm working at it, Master Billy. I know I still got a lot to learn, but we will learn and grow together,” Tank said in his defense.

“We're going to help you become the best master you can possibly be for Zak and your platoon,” Billy said.

“How can you do that, sir?” Tank asked.

“I'm going to enhance you so you will have greater control over yourself and can become either or. You will be able to become a complete Watcher when needed or you can change into a full human giant when you wish to relax with your slave in private. You will be carefully taught how to become a physically complete Watcher-Protector with an abundance of hair and a continually erect penis with all the genetic perks. As a human you will be considerably less hairy, but your body will be huge and muscular. How does that sound to you?” Billy asked.

"Frightening, unsettling, intimidating, but somewhat exciting, sir," Tank replied.

“Yes, I understand, but I promise you will become so much more than you are,” Billy said.

“Do I have a choice, Sir?” Tank asked.

"No, Warrior Tank, you don't. As you reminded me, Zak is your slave, and he will do as you wish. You're both my slaves and you must do what I think is best for you. You belong to a crack military outfit which was given to me, for the purpose of protecting me and my family. I want every individual of your squad to become the best he can be for me, my family, for him, for his husband or slave, and for his platoon. You cannot be that as you are now. You're only marginal to me at best and to those who have come to care about you. I wouldn't insist if I didn't think it was the best option for you. If I find I made a mistake, I can undo what I've done, but I will entertain no such thought until you have tried what I have to offer for at least a year,” Billy said strongly.

Tank was afraid and looked around nervously and caught his Alpha's eye. Zed shook his head like he must submit to Master Billy's wishes. Zak caught Billy's eye and an empathy passed between them. Billy nodded slightly to Zak, and the young warrior came to Tank's side and took his huge hand in his. “It okay, Master Tank. We will still need each other. I love you and will always be your husband and slave. I will proudly stand by your side. I believe in you, but I believe in Master Billy and men like Master Ironmonger. We must put our trust in them. They put their trust in us when they accepted our platoon. Everyone in our platoon is unusual in some way and especially being an all-male unit we might not be so readily accepted anywhere else. Consider what they have done for us so far. These are not stingy or uncompassionate people. They are family. It's what we dreamed about, Master Tank, becoming a part of a large family who would embrace us,” Zak said.

“All right. If you're easy with this, we will work together,” Tank conceded, took a deep breath, and relaxed on the table.

“Thank you, Warrior Zak,” Billy said quietly. With those few words, the strength and understanding trust which passed between Zak and Billy was palpable.

Billy and his posse began to work on Tank. They enhanced him and didn't stop working on him until they transformed him into a much larger complete Watcher-Protector. He was magnificent to behold and easily became the largest Watcher in the platoon. Zak could only standby and try to keep his cock from dripping. He wasn't having much success, but he wasn't alone. Several other cowboys and Watchers were having the same problem. Billy let Tank sit up to get his bearings and become accustom to his new body. Billy motioned for Zak to come to his master.

Zak was in Tank's arms in a moment with tears in his eyes. “You are magnificent, Master Tank,” Zak said. Tank put his huge arms around him and held him close.

“Walk him over to the mirror by that empty cell, Warrior Zak, and let him see what his daddy looked like,” Billy said.

Zak took Tank by the hand and led him to the mirror. The huge watcher looking back at him was truly a magnificent beast. Tank's heart swelled with pride and love for his young warrior slave as he took Zak in his arms and gently kiss him, “I'm glad I listened to my slave,” he said quietly.

“Now bring him back. We still have the other half to work on,” Billy said.

They worked on Tank again until he was transformed into a stunningly handsome giant humanoid only a bit smaller than he was as a watcher. Billy based Tank's human form and looks on his mother's father's DNA. It became obvious to everyone in the dungeon, Tank's granddad on his mother's side was a looker. Tank was transformed into a gorgeous hunk. Zak was equally pleased with his master's human form. Billy asked if Zak thought his master needed more cock to please him and Zak replied he was more than ample the way he was. Once again they made the trip to the mirror and back. Tank relaxed and began to understand what Billy and his posse were trying to do for him.

Billy and Oatie decided to leave Tank in his human form for the evening, but he was immediately assigned to a couple of Master Billy's right hand men, Poly and Cass, to take Tank and Zak to one of the cells in the dungeon to teach him to morph from human to watcher and back again. They also taught him to disappear in his watcher form. The more Poly and Cass worked with him the more secure Tank began to feel with his new powers. Tank was beginning to understand his true calling and place in the universe, but best of all, he could understand what Master Billy was talking about becoming a good master for his slave. Tank was certain, if it were not for his meeting and falling in love with Zak, this new world of wonder would never have opened for him.

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“It has become our tradition, when we make corrections like we have done this evening and have the extra added power to accomplish more with greater speed, to spend some of our wonderful gathered energy to reward and enhance or upgrade our heroes who have served us so brilliantly and risked their lives in the rescue of over six hundred angels in stasis under Mount Ararat. Tonight we will honor three more of those men who worked bravely and tirelessly to help us make sure everyone was gathered on board our ships before we left. My first hero to call this e'nin, is Master Jurgen Ironmonger,” Billy announced and a roar of approval went up in the dungeon.

Jurgen Ironmonger came forward and fell to his knees before Billy and paid homage to his boots.

“Rise Master Ironmonger. Come to your master's arms and show him your love,” Billy said, and Jurgen was in the handsome young Cowboy-Angel's arms in a second. They kissed a goodly kiss. “Are you ready to become one of my Angels, Master Ironmonger?” Billy asked.

“I never allowed myself to consider I might be offered the honor, but now that I have, I would be most pleased and honored to become one of your Angels, Master Billy,” Jurgen replied.

“You do understand, part of your initiation into the rank of Angels is to fuck your master like you done so expertly this afternoon to young Zak, sir?” Billy asked and leveled the dungeon from the laughter.

“It would be my great honor, Sire,” Jurgen said and smiled.

“And I'm sure, like everything you undertake, you would put your all into it and do a fine job, but a gift of honor should not have strings attached. All bullshit aside, Master Ironmonger, you are being offered this honor because of your bravery under extreme life risking circumstances and because of your gotdamned bull-headedness to talk them ornery suspicious angels into getting on the damn ship. You were a tiger and somehow managed to gain their trust when the rest of us failed. Furthermore this honor is for your exemplary business acumen, craftsmanship, and inventiveness. This honor is bestowed to confirm how greatly you are appreciated by everyone in our family, sir,” Billy said and a roar of applause, whistling, and stomping of boots followed for a few minutes.

“Get up here on this leather table and let's begin,” Billy ordered the studly giant Dwarf, and Jurgen complied. It took the men less time than working on Tank, and they were done with Master Ironmonger.

The next hero Billy called was Sylvan Aspidistra. Sylvan was more shocked than Jurgen. Billy went through a number of reasons he offered the tall humanoid the honor, but it was mostly for his own personal heroism during the rescue of the Angels and his good sense; also, because of his great selfless contribution to Wilbur's care and treatment; and last, his success in keeping the village folks and Essengurda healthy. Sylvan wasn't just a healer, he was also a good friend to his community and an advocate of clean, healthy living.

Last, for the evening, Billy called forth Pete Breedlove. There came a great roar from the crowd and particularly the Breedlove family. It was obvious they weren't expecting it. Pete walked before Billy with his head down to hide his smile. He was so pleased and thrilled to be chosen. His life seemed to be advancing at great speed. It was only a couple of hours before he was given an opportunity to set things right with his boys, and he swore to himself, his partner, and his family, he would not let them down. Now he would be taking his place with the rest of his family. It was becoming overpowering for him. He fell on his knees and paid homage to Master Billy's boots. He couldn't quiet his emotions and began to shed tears on his master's boots.

“Fuck, a little dusting would do, Cowboy. Hell, I ain't pay'n for no wash and wax cycle,” Billy said and brought down the house.

He pulled Pete up into his arms, and they kissed a good, wet, sloppy cowboy kiss. “Damn, Stud, no wonder that big cowboy from Kooksville done throw'd his lasso around yore' cowboy butt,” Billy said and got more laughter from the crowd. “Are you ready to become one of my Cowboy-Angel's, Pete Breedlove?” Billy asked in his best Tommy Lee Jones voice.

“I'm ready, Master Billy. Does this mean I gotta' to fuck you along wiff' my boys?” Pete asked and everyone laughed.

“Hell, yes! A little graft for the enhanced goodies sounds like a sweet deal to me, Cowboy,” and everyone laughed again. “It's fine by me, but what's this about you fucking your boys?” Billy asked.

“Earlier this e'nin, I done asked 'em boys what I had to do to git 'em to forgive me and allow me to be their dad again. They didn't hold back none or beat around the bush neither. I should a' know'd better. A man has to be careful when he bargains in puncher country. They told me all-right. Them boys done laid it on the line what I had to do to get back into their good graces!” Pete exclaimed loudly shaking his head, “They told me I gotta' butt-fuck each boy three times and plant my seed up their asses, but the last fuck for each has to be before our extended family like you done with Bubba and Orville,” Pete explained and the crowd went nuts laughing, applauding, whistling, and stomping boots to show their approval of the idea.

“Three times and one a public or pubic display ought a' do the trick, Cowboy. I certainly hope you had the good sense to accept their generous offer,” Billy said.

“Oh, Hell yes! Bet chore' sweet buckaroo butt, I did,” Pete replied, laughed, took off his hat and threw it in the air as a sign of sweet jubilation.

“Hosanna!” shouted Randy.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” everyone answered.

Billy and Oatie already had Pete's DNA on file from the first time they refurbished him months before. Billy shared with his brother, Oatie, he planned to bring Pete back to around Leon's age so they would look near the same, with Pete just a bit more mature. Oatie decided, if he was going to get fucked by his dad, he wanted him to have more cock, so Oatie got his head together with Leon and his little brother to discuss the matter. They agreed with him. While they thought Pete was fine the way he was, they wanted him to be more of a bull to live up to the Breedlove legend. Oatie and Billy used Elmer's DNA to rebuild Pete's cock to be almost the same size as his daddy's. They decided to make Pete's cock a half inch shorter than Elmer's, so the older cowboy could still hold the title of 'Bull of the Hill Country.'

Oatie saw Leon look over Billy's shoulder and lick his lips. The big cowboy looked up and grinned real big, winked at Oatie, and gave him a thumbs up approval. Pete didn't realize they super-cocked him until they told him they were finished, he was free to leave the table, and he felt the bulk and heft of his newly enhanced piece of cowboy beef between his legs as it swung to and fro. There were many 'oohs' and 'aahs' went around the room. Pete looked down, grinned, and swung his new junior bull-of-the-hill-country cock around for everyone to admire and for him to get the feel of the extra weight. He no longer felt less than his dad.

Now Pete Breedlove had nearly the same brag'n rights as his old man, and he could make damn sure his seed got shot far enough inside his boys to make them his again. Pete stood for a few minutes talking with his friends and family. Elmer walked to Pete's side and threw his big beefy arm over Pete's shoulder, reached down with his other hand and took his son's penis in his hand to admire. Pete beamed with pride. "Welcome, back into the family, Son," Elmer said and stole a kiss from his boy.

"It's a good feeling, Dad," Pete said on the verge of tears.

"Things will get better, Son. You'll see. You're opening yourself up to a new life, and I couldn't be more proud of you, Boy," Elmer said.

"Thanks, Dad. Them words mean a lot, sir," Pete replied.

"I heard you got a letter from your landlord today, Pete, what said you got thirty days to vacate the property. Is that right?” Billy asked.

Pete's mouth dropped open, and he looked at Leon. Leon shrugged his shoulders and shook his head; he knew nothing about it. “Yes, sir, Master Billy. It was from the owner Dan Heidelberg,” Pete replied.

“Ignore it. You ain't going no-wheres, Cowboy. I told Heidelberg not to say nothing to you. I done told him I fully intended for you to stay on as foreman of the ranch, but I wanted to tell you myself,” Billy said disgusted. “I didn't know he done that until about a hour before supper, one of my contacts from the Heidelberg ranch called to tell me about a conversation he overheard. Pissed me off, it did! Spoiled my surprise, dang it! Anyway, the Grange bought the Heidelberg spread and the four surrounding ranches. We planned to ask you and Leon to manage them for us. It will take sixty days to get everything settled and under one roof, so to speak. The new ranch, whatever you decide to name it, will become one of the largest ranches in the area. It's the exact acreage as the original Spanish land grant. Naturally we will expect you to become members of the Grange, and as such, you men get the same benefit packages times two starting in two weeks, the first of August. Also, we may need to build some extra residences on the land closest to town to house some of the returning Angels. Are you men interested?” Billy asked.

“Damn right we're interested, Master Billy!” Pete exclaimed. “We're your cowboys, sir. Ain't another man on this face of this Earth, with the possible exception of my old man, whose boots I would kiss but yorn', Son. Hell, I'd make a public display of kiss'n your sweet young butt-hole if'n it means we can stop working at that gotdamned feed-lot and become ranchers once again,” Pete declared and Leon agreed.

Pete continued, “At least I got me somebody what loves me riding by my side this time what won't play off on me and sell me down the river behind my back. Oh, what the Hell! Fuck it! Why recall the past when this has been one of the best days of my life. I ain't gonna' over-think nothing no more. In the name of some unknown god, when I see a golden opportunity, I damn-well plan to throw my hat over it and claim it for my own!” Pete exclaimed loudly.

The newly refurbished, comfortably endowed, soon to be Cowboy-Angel got down on his knees before one of the largest gatherings of the family, took Leon's big handsome cowboy hand in his, looked him in the eye, and asked loud enough the Shedu's could here him in their pasture, “Leon Tollefson, light of my days, and comfort of my nights, would you do me the great honor of marrying this old cowboy to become my husband and bonded mate?” Pete asked.

“Of course I'll marry you, Pete Breedlove. I couldn't create a cowboy in the fantasy world of my mind I'd rather spend the rest of my life loving and working alongside. I would be honored and downright happy to become your husband and bonded mate,” Leon said as he pulled Pete up by his hand, held him in an embrace, and the two naked cowboys kissed a passionate but loving kiss which filled the air with an overpowering sweet musky scent of the male hormone testosterone. There went up another round of thunderous applause, whistling, yelling, stomping of boots and tossing of hats approving the men's agreement and pledge to bond permanently with each other.

Oatie leaned over and spoke quietly to his little brother, “Think you'll have any problem take'n old Pete's new cock three times with one being a public display, Little Brother?” Oatie asked.

“Check out my husband, Big Brother, then get back to me about that question,” Veed replied in a bored manner, and they shared a laugh.

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