7Stars

Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
By Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 85

"Should guilty souls seek asylum here, like one pardoned, become free from sin. Should a sinner make his pilgrimage to this mansion, all his past sins are to be washed away. May the sight of this mansion create sorrowing sighs; and the sun and the moon shed tears from their many eyes. In our world this edifice has been made to hereby display the creator's glory." ~ Shah Jahan ~ Dedication inscription within the Taj Mahal

With the enhancements for Billy's tall but stout dwarf, Jurgen Ironmonger and his long-term family member, Sylvan Aspidistra; the upgrades for Billy's new Warrior-Protectors; and, the complete enhancement of Pete Breedlove, his engagement with his running partner, Leon Tollefson, everyone was in a party mood and retired to the tubs for more refreshments and socializing. Elmer, the great Bull of the Breedlove family, couldn't have been happier or more proud of his son and his grandsons. Granted, they were an unusual lot, but in his long adult life as head of the Breedlove clan, Elmer never felt a greater sense of family or a deeper love for his offspring than he felt for his son and his soon to be husband, his two grandsons and their husbands, and of course, his own husband/wife; Vox and Roxanne.

He began to wonder how his scions might react if he, Vox, and Roxanne decided to have a couple of children. The great Bull conjured visions of an expanding dynasty which pleased him considerably and lay gentle on his mind. Elmer was beginning to have stirrings, almost painful stone-aches, deep within his loins which were much stronger than his usual healthy male sexual appetite. Sometimes they were strong and lingered for days, even after having excellent sex with both his wife and husband. He made a mental note to ask Oatie if he would check him out to be sure there wasn't something else going on in his body.

When Oatie, as a young man, agreed to Elmer's demands when he came to live with his granddad, he was well aware of what he was getting himself into. With a consummate bitch like Janice for a mother, he was forced to face the hard realities of life at a young age and decided if he wanted to survive the monster of his childhood, he must start thinking outside the box. Oatie was not a starry-eyed immature youth, and there were no gray areas he misunderstood due to naiveté or inexperience. On the other hand, he loved his granddad so much to be man enough to provide him with the stability, love, and release he deeply craved, he saw Elmer's yoke was easy and his burthen light. The boy felt no qualms about what would be required of him for a chance to live a better life with his granddad. Elmer firmly believed if his grandson held a deep seated desire to find sexual gratification making love with another man, he was just the cowboy what could fill the void in his grandson's life. The great bull vowed he would damn sure provide the boy with what he needed.

Elmer demanded his grandson suck him off at least twice a day, every morning before they got their day started and every afternoon when Oatie got home from school. Elmer also demanded his young cowboy grandson offer up his clean ass for a goodly butt-fucking every night and more on weekends if they found the time.
All Elmer had to do was snap his fingers, point to the bedroom, and Oatie was on his way to clean himself for his granddad's use. Some may consider such a scenario as a pretty heavy schedule but Elmer's answer to any gainsayer was to ask them if they were eighteen once and did they ever suffer from an overactive hormonal gland. Oatie bragged about his granddad and swore he never had the urge to masturbate even once while he was living under Elmer's roof. He didn't have to. His granddad kept him drained like a favorite old milk cow.

Elmer and Oatie continued their Olympian sexual schedule through a year of high school, and six years when Oatie could get home from college including two more years when he was in the service and managed to get home almost every other weekend. Other than Elmer's weekly visits with Vox Humana, for several years afterward, when Oatie came home to live with his granddad and work in their small community, they were having sex on a regular, almost religious basis. Elmer's bedroom became their church, the shrine of their love, and Oatie could be found on his knees praying fast and furious like an Orthodox Jew bobbing his head up and down before the wailing wall in Jerusalem. Oatie would do exactly the same gesture fucking his own face and throat on his granddad's huge, hard cowboy cock to provide Oatie with the blessing his young grandson so deeply craved and needed. Elmer's hot cowboy cream was the answer to Oatie's prayers. It sure beat warm grape juice, and there was no need to entertain the nonsense of transubstantiation. Oatie always swallowed a goodly portion of the body of his savior and was once again physically sustained and emotionally fulfilled with the proof of Elmer's love.

Even after Oatie saved Jethro Quince's life, and agreed to take him for his slave, Oatie was still expected to provide his sacred bull, who saved him from a life of perdition, guilt, shame, and despair, with his fair share of cowboy love. Consequently, after damn near a decade of well-defined, strongly executed, extremely satisfying sexual gratification with his grandson, Oatie became Elmer's gold standard for male sex. Their love and the release they found in each other was addicting, and they knew they could never live comfortably or be far away from each others sphere of influence. The great bull slowly and patiently taught the boy how to provide the finest he had to offer a man for his pleasure and for his cowboy rancher granddad in particular. Elmer drilled the boy for hours in the best way to suck his cock and respond to his butt fuckings until they could rival an incredible, highly trained circus act from one of them shows like the Cirque du Soleil. They even joked about going on the road and performing in a tent near a huge truck stop for all them poor lonely truck drivers.

In all those years, unless he was physically ill or otherwise incapacitated, Oatie never once complained about his granddad's almost insatiable sex drive. A lesser man might have developed doubts, but Oatie was a devout convert to his granddad's sexual orthodoxy, and he gladly knelt as a devoted acolyte to worship at the shrine of Elmer's love. Oatie was so consumed by the fire of his granddad's love, it wasn't until much later he discovered part of his granddad's sexual demands was to keep his grandson sated and comfortable within his own life, so the young cowboy wouldn't get into trouble going out on his own to beat the bushes only to experience the endless frustration of finding only temporary relief at best. Elmer knew, if a bull takes care of his heifers and a few of the other bulls in his pasture, they will never jump the fence. Oatie never tried. He kept a proven bull in his pasture to plow his lower forty when he needed servicing. If Oatie was a quart low on cowboy love and needed his dipstick checked, all he had to to was look at his granddad a certain way, Elmer knew what he needed, and was only too happy to oblige his young cowboy. Oatie became only one of two sex partners who could totally drain the great bull and rid him of the dreaded stone-aches he so bitterly complained about.

Oatie could always tell when he was about to get fucked long and hard. There was a certain glassy-eyed look what would come over his granddad's face which told Oatie the bull's lights were on but his brain took a detour down south and was currently residing in the head of his huge prick. When Elmer began to show signs of his strong sexual cravings, he needed to find a hole to fuck and soon or the great bull would start slobbering from the corners of his mouth slinging spittle from side to side as he swiftly approached his chosen mate to mount. Oatie swore his granddad must have been a Minotaur in another life. The bull of the Hill Country became an animal when he came into rut. Oatie had no problem understanding the Hindu religion and their deep appreciation for bovines. Elmer's grandson was only too happy to oblige his beloved bull. The other cowboy who could fully drain Elmer was Mick Flynn and he, too, benefited from Elmer's hard-bargain ass-fuckings to the point he swore he would never allow another cowboy to mount him – until Perry Reed came along and could provide Mick with what he needed.

Perry Reed was a cowboy to the bone and knew how to take care of his animals. Mick assured Elmer, he had no misgivings or complaints about his choice to team up with Perry Reed. He swore Perry took real good care of his mature cowboy dad and provided Mick with a good comfortable stable to keep him warm during the hard-freezing Texas winter nights. At first, Oatie thought Elmer's complaint about stone-aches was a game his granddad invented and was playing with him. Oatie would placate and humor Elmer; until, one night, he asked his granddad if he was fool'n with him about them stone-aches or was it something he should take seriously. Elmer assured his grandson the stone-aches were real, but it wasn't nothing new. He suffered from them for many years; sometimes stronger than others. However, a good hard butt-fucking with Oatie or Mick Flynn would relieve him and make it go away for a while.

“Is that why you needed me sometimes when you got back to the ranch from spending an evening in Mr. Humana's bed, Grampa?” Oatie asked without nuance.

“It is, Son. I have to be a gentleman cowboy with Vox. We have good sex, I get my rocks off, but I have to remember he ain't no buckaroo what I done broke to my saddle. You and Mick is my sexual remuda. You men are like two fine work-ponies for me. I can saddle-up one of you, ride you down hard, and you won't never complain about me being too mean or rough with you. Until I know him better, I can't take that chance with Vox. I worked hard to trained you men to put it up-there for the cowboy what's riding you and don't never shy away so's he has a hard time staying in your saddle. You know, to get the best ride, you gotta' give a good ride. Thar' ain't no question about it, the cowboy what wins the buck'n-bronc event is judged on half the cowboy's ride and the other half is how good a ride the bronc gives his rider. A cowboy cain't win the rodeo and take home the prize if'n his bronc won't buck! That's why they sometimes take pity on a cowboy and give him a re-ride on another bronc,” Elmer declared shaking his head, “Fortunately, I ain't never needed me no re-ride with you or Mike Flynn. I done taught you men well. You know what it takes for a buckaroo to win the rodeo, and I ain't never butt-fucked either of you men what you didn't gimme' your best ride ever' damn time,” Elmer declared.

As they were relaxing in the tubs, Oatie was sitting next to Billy on the opposite side of the pool with Jethro on his other side. He looked up and caught his granddad's eye. He saw the glassy-eyed look come across Elmer's face and knew his granddad must be in pain. He didn't hesitate to reach out and tickle the older man's brain stem. He watched the smile come across Elmer's face as he relaxed and allowed Oatie inside. Elmer watched his grandson grimace and reach for his own ample cock and balls beneath the hot water, << Damnation, Paw-paw! I won't never asked again about them stone-aches! >> Oatie exclaimed.

<< Yeah, I done got me a bad case tonight, but lately, after I fuck Roxanne, and then I have to fuck Vox, I been slowly building him up to take me stronger and harder; however, we're still a long way from him providing me with the butt-busting buckaroo fuck what I need to rid me of them stone-aches. I come to find out he never seems to be fully satisfied unless I take more from him than his sister requires. He's learning, and I'm slowly teaching him what a cowboy needs from his male partner is different from what he can get from a women.

<< I'm hoping it will give Vox a sense of pride from being able to provide me with a need his sister can't supply. It ain't that she cain't, it's just a woman is softer and responds better to a more considerate fucking. Then, too, Roxanne ain't never experienced sex on her own before. She's still learning. I treat her with kid-glove care and the greatest respect. I realize I'm pretty raw, rough talking, and physically intimidating, but she knows she can trust me. In the many years I been fuck'n her brother, she knows I always treated him with the utmost kindness and respect. I'm fortunate to share her love. Roxanne provides me with the love of a woman like I always dreamed about, but because of her religious hangups, your grandmother never would.

<< It's slow and sometimes frustrating, but me, Vox, and Roxanne will get there eventually. It's an investment in the future which is sure to pay off handsomely. It will be worth the journey. Rome t'weren't built in a day; unfortunately, tonight, with all the excitement and male sexual pheromones float'n around ever'where, I'm afraid I done got me a bad case a them stone-aches this e'nin what's cutting into my enjoyment at the moment, >> Elmer lamented and gave his grandson a weak smile.

<< Shit, Paw-paw! I don't like to see you in pain. I can make an excuse to take you to our apartment in the tower, and you can buck in my saddle as hard as you want until you shoot and rid yourself of them nasty critters. I'm clean as a whistle inside. I done got ma'self groomed earlier. If'n you need a good hard ride to plow my lower forty to plant your seed in my red Earth, you know I'm still yore' faithful buckaroo any gotdamned time you need me. Billy just done put in a huge holo-video screen over there on that far wall so's we can watch videos in the tubs. He ain't used it yet. Not many know about it, >> Oatie sent his granddad.

Oatie watched a wicked grin cross the great bull's face, << You and me together on the big screen, like we used to talk about performing for them lonely truck drivers in a revival tent? I'm willing to bet it shore' as Hell might open wide a few eyes around this tub. It might be a revelation to yore' pa what his boys will be expecting from him if'n he wants to win the fuck'n-rodeo and earn the honor of having you men call him 'dad' again, >> Elmer sent back.

<< Them's my thoughts exactly, Paw-paw. We might even inspire your husband to ramp up his act a notch, >> Oatie sent and grinned from ear to ear.

<< I ain't considered that aspect, but you could be right. Hell, it's worth a try, Son. You think us cowboys could do a better job than Master Ironmonger and that fresh young warrior-angel hunk? They be a tough act to follow, >> Elmer sent.

<< Not better, Paw-paw, but equally stimulating with our unique brand of a cowboy fucking. You gotta' give it to that buffed-out big dwarf, he's one Hell of a butt-fucker and knows how to treat and take care of a slave. He's a first class act with style, strength, and enough attitude to demand any slave's attention and complete devotion. He never asked but took what was offered to him as his due and in turn, gave the young warrior what he needed. Master Ironmonger was able to instill trust and a sense of great honor while leaving room for the young warrior to be proud of himself for providing what they both needed. Come to think on it, it's very much like what you been doing for me for years and vice versa, >> Oatie replied and smiled, << To be honest, I wouldn't mind taking Master Ironmonger for a goodly ride in my saddle if'n he got a powerful hankering for a fine piece of cowboy butt. Hell, you and me? We got years of practice behind us, Paw-paw. We got the bedroom-rodeo down to an art-form. They can't hold no candle to us seasoned buckaroos, >> Oatie returned and grinned.

<< You set it up, Son, and I'll inform my husband and wife, >> Elmer replied.

Oatie leaned over to Billy and spoke softly, “My Paw-paw needs me for a while, Brother. He's got his'self a bad case of them dreaded stone-aches and 'nere's only two men what can pull them bastards out of him– me or Mick Flynn. I plan to take him to our apartment in the tower and give him a good ride to shake them fuckers loose so's he can drop them into my ass. It'll be a heavy load but a sweet burden carrying them sum'bitches around in ma' gut for the rest of the e'nin, but I'd do anything to help relieve my Paw-paw of the pain,” Oatie explained in his best cowboy hyperbole and grinned.

“Why do I get the feeling there's more to come?” Billy asked and grinned.

“You know me too damn well, Brother, but that ain't bad. I shared minds wiff' my Paw-paw a little bit ago, and since we were treated to Master Ironmonger fucking one of your new Warrior-Angel slaves this afternoon, we thought you might be interested in using your new drop-down holo-vid screen in the tubs here for a little further entertainment,” Oatie said and grinned wickedly.

“Hell, yes! Fuck me in the butt! I'd even pay to see the Bull of the Hill Country fucking his favorite pony!” Billy exclaimed quietly and got Oatie laughing at his enthusiasm, “We only got a few minutes before we call curfew on the young'uns. Their posse and Brother McMartin will escort them to the big house and return to join us. Can you wait about thirty minutes, Brother?” Billy asked.

“No problem. It'll take us that long to get up there an make ourselves comfortable. Just tickle me when you're about to go live,” Oatie replied.

“Will do, Brother. I'll notify my staff in the control room to connect with them robo-cams following you and your granddad around. I'll have them manipulate the feeds. Them dozen halflings what agreed to come with us from Mount Ararat have become one of our best investments. They love doing shit like this. You want us to save it to a file so's you and the Bull can watch it later?” Billy asked.

“Hell, yeah! Sounds like a plan to me. Stored memories to show our great-grandsons? Fuck! I like that idea a lot!” Oatie exclaimed. I guess I better get moving. I'll grab Paw-paw, and we'll make our get-away. We got us some shit to gather over to our ranch. If we're gonna' live up to the code of the West we might as well look the part,” Oatie said and winked at Billy.

“I couldn't agree more, Brother. Tickle me when you men get to your room in the tower and are ready to go, then I'll let you know when we go live. Will you take much preparation when you get back?” Billy asked.

“Oh, Hell no! I done been groomed for the evening for my husband's demon dad routine, and my ass is appropriately plugged. I may have Paw-paw work me over with our lube gun, but that won't take more'n a minute or two. I'll give you a holler, Little Brother,” Oatie said, gave Billy a big hug and bussed a kiss on his cheek.

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“Are you gonna' have a problem with this, Husband?” Oatie asked Jethro quietly.

“No. Not at all. I know when you been to the main house and give it up to the Bossman. You never say nothing, but I can tell. You's always a better fuck afterward, and you're more like my sweet loving little baby brother. I get me some of my finest fuckings from you. I ain't got me nothing to complain about. At least you's keep'n it in the family. It makes me feel more secure. If you ever cheated on me, you'd be cheating on our Bossman as well and I know in my heart you couldn't live with guilt like 'at. I'll look forward to my turn in the saddle after the Bull gets through wiff' you, but I'll be watching. You better damn-well make me proud of you, ya' hear?” Jethro asked strongly and grinned.

Oatie laughed. “I'll make you proud of me, Boo, I promise,” he replied. 'Boo' became Oatie's intimate cognomen for his husband because every time he morphed into his Kagoli Demon form he would turn to Oatie and say “Boo!”

After Elmer explained to Vox what was going on, he gave his husband a goodly kiss to bid him farewell for a while and left the pool area with his grandson. He didn't ask his husband or his wife's permission. He didn't really have to, but Vox felt strange like it was a bit inconsiderate of him. Vox and Roxanne conversed regularly since there was no need for barriers between them anymore. For the most part, Roxanne was always there, but she rarely contacted Vox and conversed with him unless they were alone. Once in a great while, she would make a biting or encouraging comment to let him know whether she approved or not.

<< Don't feel that way, Brother. There's no need for it. It's not healthy. You know he loves us, and not just you. I know he loves me and enjoys the time we spend together as much as he loves you. Together we make the perfect package for the great bull. He has everything he wants and needs with us. Fortunately, you have a pretty good grip on our reality, why would this bother you? It isn't like he's going out of the family to have clandestine sex with some stranger. I don't think Elmer would even consider such a thing, >> Rox sent to her brother's sector of their conjoined brain.

<< I don't know, Sis. Maybe it's because I feel like I'm not man enough for him, and he has to get what he really needs from Oatie, >> Vox lamented.

<< That's absurd. I'm the one person in your life you can't lie to, Brother, because we share the same apartment. I feel the same thing you do when he's butt-fucking you. Feels pretty damn good to me, and I know you enjoy him fucking me. Elmer's much more gentle with me, but that's okay. It's all right. I like him that way. He's a huge man, Vox, and the love he pours into me is painstakingly considerate, thoughtful, and just downright exceptionally sensual. The woman who ever ventured to say size don't matter never had one like our Bull's. The very idea, a man of his size, with such a strong personality, can find it in himself to be so sensitive to the needs of a woman is nothing short of staggering. Most women would take one look at him and no matter how attractive they might consider him to be, his masculine bravado and in-your-face personality would quickly send them packing in the other direction. Whoever gave him the name the Bull-of-the-Hill-Country was spot-on.

<< Being a part of you, I found myself being forced to look deeper within the man, and I can tell you without exaggerating, we hit pay-dirt, Vox. Not only pay-dirt, but also a vein of solid gold. His innate sensibilities is exactly what a woman needs and appreciates in a man; however, I can also empathize with your secret need to have him demand more and be stronger with you. You want him to relieve you of all the lingering homosexual guilt and doubts you have been suppressing all these years. Being forced to live out of a closet for years took its toll on you.

<< You want him to be rough with you, almost to the point of rape, so when you climax, there ain't no charge; it's totally guilt-free because he made you do it; he took the responsibility for the sex-act away from you. That big brute of a cowboy with the dick-of-death demanded you respond to him and he kept fucking you, relentlessly pounding your ass, until he built up your passion to a point where no other option was possible. Our daddy bull forced you to ejaculate. Even though you agreed, and allowed him to mount you, he took it from you. You couldn't help it.

<< You poor thing. Other than your initial consent, you didn't have a choice in the matter. Elmer accepted all responsibility and you were home free. Those few moments of completely unencumbered physical and emotional release are more addicting than the strongest mood altering drug known to man, >> Roxanne said and was quiet for a minute waiting for her brother to respond. She could feel him mulling over her words. Roxanne knew she made an impact, but she wasn't sure how strong or successful she might have been. Vox was uncomfortable and ground their back teeth together like he was passing a big turd on the toilet.

Roxanne continued, << The Bull of the Hill Country doesn't have any qualms about having sex with a man, and I'm going to tell you why, Vox. He's so damn good at what he does, there are no labels which can clearly define him to fit him into a comfortable little box. Elmer cannot be described as homo or heterosexual. He is neither, and yet, he is both. One term cancels the other. Elmer might be considered a conundrum for most people, but certainly not for the great bull himself, and hopefully not for us either. Ask him not to be so concerned about your needs, Vox. Tell Elmer the only way you will find fulfillment with him is if he takes what he needs and doesn't spare them damn horses. I promise you, he won't question you. Our husband will understand. He will know immediately what you're trying to say, and he will provide you with what you need. You make the offer, and our cowboy will give you what you need by simply taking it away from you. That's what you want, isn't it? >> Roxanne asked.

There was another lengthy pause, but Roxanne said everything she wanted to say.

<< I want it more than anything I ever wanted in my life, Roxanne. No disrespect, Dear Sister, but for once in my life, I want to feel like a real man, and I know Elmer is the only man who can do it for me, >> Vox lamented.

<< No disrespect taken, Brother. That's probably the most truthful thing you've said or thought in a good while. It's yours for the asking, Vox, >> Rox replied, << I'll bet you won't even have to manipulate yourself if you totally give our body to him and let Elmer do what a husband does best. Trust me, he will see it as a challenge to his masculinity. He won't stop hitting your come-button inside our anus until he knows for sure he has you under his complete control. He will know when you're ready. Only then, will he cry out and demand you give it up to him.

<< Let him feel you completely relax, give yourself to him, and Elmer will take it away from you. Let him, Vox! When he feels you reach climax, his masculine ego will be pumped to the max, and he will fill you with his passion. It's what a fine proven bull is suppose to do, but after he does, be sure to lavish him with justifiable praise. Compliment him by telling him it's exactly what you needed, how grateful you are, and how much he means to you. A good husband like Elmer needs to hear his hard work and sexual power over us is humbly respected and greatly appreciated. Ego building for a man like Elmer is like money in a savings account. It builds dividends which pay off handsomely when our next time to couple comes along, >> Roxanne added.

<< Do you recommend I hold a magic feather in my mouth like the mouse convinced Dumbo he must carry in his trunk to help him fly? >> Vox asked.

<< Trust me! You won't need it, Vox. Our husband has more than enough magic between his legs, and Elmer's not afraid to use it if you give him the chance. Our bull has the power. You might set one big turkey feather by the bedside and give to him afterward as a reward to wear in his big cowboy hat. Tell him somebody told you it was a magic feather, and you thought you might need it; however, you didn't because your husband had the real magic between his legs all along. Then tell our wonderful bull he just proved you could fly on your own, >> Roxanne replied, and they shared a laugh.

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Usually, there was nobody new for Billy to explain things to on a Friday evening. There was his immediate family, who always gathered to see what was going on, but they became used to the unusual. They learned to easily accept the unconventionally strange, or in a few cases, downright bizarre happenings. Some of his older cowboys referred to Friday afternoons and evenings as a baptism of fire for those new to the Daniels family. Billy was a bit concerned for one of his newer Cowboy-Angels, Barton Langstrom. He figured correctly, his older-refurbished companion, Brent Sparks, was attracted to men, but Billy was convinced Brent invested neither his time nor his friendship with Bart entertaining thoughts of hope for anything more between them. Billy intuitively knew Brent would never consider taking advantage of Bart, especially when he was incapacitated.

Brent simply was not that kind of man. While Bart may have been one of the easier tasks for Brent to take on as a volunteer caregiver, he never entertained any ulterior motives. Even now, when things were completely different between them, Billy was sure they weren't sharing a bed with each other for purposes of an extracurricular course in carnal knowledge. In the large bedroom Bart was assigned in the Giant's section of apartments, there were two double beds. Bart always seemed pleased and comfortable when Brent and Gertie came to the ranch for a weekend, and he would insist they stay with him. Sometimes they spent time together and other times they went their separate way depending on what was going on and their interest level.

After Brent Sparks was refurbished, he decided he was going to live his life differently and one of the things he regretted was not taking better care of his body. Brent found the giants personable, friendly, and understanding. They knew and understood the smaller man felt a low self-esteem and was quite shy around large, well-developed men. They got their heads together and talked him into working on his body with them. Brent was unsure and doubtful at first, but they wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. They challenged him to a six month non-binding agreement to work out with them. They also understood and gamboled among themselves, if Brent willingly kept his commitments to so many in the community, he would keep an agreement he made with his giant friends who offered him inclusion. To be included and made to feel wanted can create a powerful bond.

Responding to the giants' kind invitation, Brent began to work out in the gym regularly three times a week and on the weekend if there weren't too many activities going on at the ranch. For those times during the week, he and Gertie would transport from his small home in town to the ranch and return after his workout. Brent finished his first full month and readily admired the difference when he stood naked before the mirrors in the dressing room. His giant friends supplemented his confidence with lavish praise and encouragement. Even stoic Gurtie commented and complimented him on his progress. His small but observant companion encouraged him, claiming she never saw him more comfortable and at-peace with himself and he certainly was a better companion with which to live. When Brent became doubtful, Gertie would strongly urged him to continue. While she was no Jiminy Cricket, she became Brent's conscience and cheering squad of one.

Brent and Bart never kept close tabs on each other when Brent and Gurtie came to visit on the weekends. They would go their separate ways and meet after the day was over to bed down for the night. However, they were present earlier in the day when Master Ironmonger put on quite a show in his store fucking one of the new young Warrior-Angel slave, but neither Bart nor Brent seemed to be bothered by it. They were both present in the tubs that evening and were sitting not far from Billy. Billy waded through the waist-deep water and sat with them for a few minutes to quietly explained what was about to happen. He emphasized two male couplings in the same day was an unusual coincidence which probably would never happen again, but he wanted to warn them in case they might have some reservations about watching with the other men.

Billy had no way to judge how Bart and Brent would react, but with his growing pack of Cowboy-Angels, he didn't try to whitewash the possibility there might be a good deal of shouting, hooting, and randy comments coming from the lusty men gather around the pool. After watching the previous display of unbridled male sex earlier in the day, he didn't know if another major man-to-man sex scene might be too much for their sensibilities? He decided to leave the decision up to them, but he wouldn't be offended if they didn't care to watch and chose to do something else.

Bart looked at Brent, and they broke up laughing. “You're kidding, ain't chu,' Master Billy?” Bart asked, and they laughed again.

“No. Not in the least, Gentlemen. I'm serious, but I can understand how my question might seem amusing to you,” Billy replied.

“We're fine with it, Master Billy,” Brent said and continued, “After our evening meal, we talked about Master Ironmonger and his scene with Zak in his store, and we agreed, we wouldn't have missed it for the world. Nobody seemed to be hurt or embarrassed over the incident. As a matter of fact, there seemed to be a great deal of understanding, compassion, and shared affection pass between them two men what could be felt and appreciated by any person or critter watching. It was a stimulating, life affirming experience. It was certainly better to see two men share a little love while engaged in a powerfully successful sexual experience than watching two men in a ring fighting and hurting each other. We just come to accept Captain Nick's ship as a new world of people and a different breed of cowboys. I can't speak for Bart, but I've never been so comfortable with a group like you and your family since I was a young man growing up with a much more hard-nosed, conservative group of cowboys. I loved them, but they were limited in their scope of living and all too easily condemned things they knew little or nothing about if it didn't meet with their very narrow view of life and love,” Brent said.

“Same with me, Master Billy,” Bart said, “To be honest, I ain't real sure about my sexual druthers and welcome the input I see or hear from you and your folks. I done went and got ma'self gored and trampled by a ton of mean-ass bull; got all banged-up physically before I ever done had me a chance to have sex with anybody, man or woman. Young cowboys may sit around and brag about their masculine powers and their sexual conquests, but if I was a bet'n man I'd wager ninety percent or better of their outrageous claims is bullshit. Now, here I am on the downhill side of thirty, but I ain't ashamed to admit, I'm a virgin to either sex. The most amazing part is, since you took pity on me and healed me real good, I ain't had me a lick of time to even think on it, but that ain't a bad thing. I ain't complain'n none. I'm so happy I can get around on my own, I'm too damn busy living, and part of my fascination with my new life is living here with these wonderful people and critters. The rest will happen in time, but I ain't gonna' try to rush it or worry none about it,” he said.

Bart continued, “Since I accepted your generous offer to come live with you good folks, I done throwed myself into working hard with whatever crew needs me as a 'go-for' or whoever thinks I might be able to do a specific job they teach me. Hell, I ain't too proud to do the most menial jobs as long as I'm contributing and earn'n my keep. I feel myself growing stronger ever' day, and after this weekend, I'm joining my big apartment buddies and Brother Brent here in the gym three times a week to work out. I wouldn't miss one of you men's shows for no amount of money. I done learned me a lot and seen it takes more to be a man and a cowboy than just ride'n a danged old slobbering smelly bull,” Bart proclaimed and smiled. “Bring on the show, Master Billy, I'd love to see the Bull of the Hill Country in action make'n a little love to his grandson,” he added.

Billy was satisfied and pleased neither Bart nor Brent expressed any qualms about what they were about to witness. Billy's little talk did more for Bart and Brent than he might have imagined.

* * * * * * *
Billy ordered his projection staff to standby for a limited closed-circuit broadcast after he received a tickle from Oatie. When the Bull of the Hill Country and his grandson were ready for their porn debut, Oatie contacted Billy like he promised. Oatie wanted to know if a change of venue would make a difference to Billy. They planned to do their cowboy coupling in the old barn on the Breedlove ranch.

<< H'it don't make me no never mind, Pilgrim, this is you and Bull's show, >> Billy replied to Oatie's question.

<< Good! Since we's coming from the cowboy point of view, we thought it might make it a bit more authentically Western. We got everything set up. We're ready when you are. Just send us a tickle before we go live, Brother,” >> Oatie replied.

<< I'll make a brief announcement, our grooms will lower the holo-vid screen, and I'll get back to you, Brother, >> Billy said, Oatie agreed, and they broke contact.

Billy ordered his grooms to lower the screen. When they finished, all eyes were on Billy waiting for an explanation. “I asked Master Blue if he could spare a crew to install this new holo-vid screen here in the tubs, and he graciously assigned a crew to do the job last week. The archway at the end of the pool seemed like the perfect division for hanging a giant screen to show brief news clips or reviewing some better moments of the past week; videos of projects and things going on around here at the ranch while relaxing and enjoying the waters. What you are about to see ain't no video. It's being broadcast to our control room live from the Breedlove ranch. I think everyone was equally moved and impressed by the impromptu display of the honest passion, love, and considerable pleasure we witnessed in Master Ironmonger's shop earlier today, so we thought we would inaugurate our new screen with another coupling by two of our finest cowboys. This is neither an attempt at one-upmanship nor is it an exercise in competition.

"In the same manner of respect and raw-animal attraction our family members displayed earlier, it is simply a celebration of the love two men have for each other and have successfully maintained for well over a decade. The idea was prompted by the joyous gathering and outpouring of love for a father, son, and the grandsons of one of our major families, who are coming together to rejoin and repair broken ties. The only purpose is for your entertainment. However, if anyone is disturbed by what I just described, please feel free to remove yourself for about an hour, and I will send a groom to gather you when it is finished. I promise you, this will not be a regular attraction at our gatherings to enjoy each other's company in an informal setting. It is by mere coincidence we have this opportunity, and it will probably never happen again. Are there any questions?” Billy asked.

No one raised their hand and no one left the pool. “Fine, then I'll shut up and sit down so we might begin,” Billy said.

“Hoe-zan-na!” Billy's uncle Nathan said in disgust like he thought Billy never would get on with the show. No one answered but everyone laughed.

The huge screen came to life in three dimensions and it was like the men were looking directly into the barn on the Breedlove ranch. The great Bull and his grandson, Oatie, were standing talking quietly with each other. The barn had a soft warm glow about it from old kerosene lanterns hung around under the rafters to light up the place. Oatie and Elmer were dressed in their cowboy clothes except they wore no pants or shirts. There were a few gasps and murmurs from the gathered audience. Leon looked over at his mate and saw Pete's eyes opened wide in disbelief. He caught Leon's looking at him and grinned like a little boy.

Billy tickled Oatie, << You're live, Brother, have a good time, >> He watched Oatie wink and smile at his granddad. They were ready to begin.

Elmer and Oatie were wearing their hats, boots, old well-worn work chaps and matching leather vests. They were feeling smug and cocky about themselves. They were hot, and they knew it. Their sense of masculine assuredness projected from their captured image and wrapped itself around every male's psyche in the hot tubs. Elmer threw his big arm around Oatie's shoulder and walked him to the bales of hay covered with horse blankets they stacked to just the right height for Elmer to comfortably fuck his grandson's firm ass. Elmer pulled Oatie into his arms and they kissed each other like they were sealing a bond between them; an unspoken troth for each to bring as much to their sexual feast as the other needed with the added promise to contribute only the best they had to offer. When they were finished and broke-off their embrace, Oatie sat down on the horse blanket, lay back throwing his legs in the air while bending his knees, and grabbing his boots with his hands.

One of the robo-cams zoomed in to get a close shot of Oatie's ass and sphincter muscle. You could see the leather thongs hanging from his asshole obviously attached to a large plug to make him easily ready for his granddad to remove it and replace it with his huge cock. Elmer reached for a towel on another close bale of hay, returned his attention to Oatie's ass, grabbed the black leather straps, and slowly pulled the butt end of the large plug to open his grandson's hole; however, he didn't pull it out right away. Elmer teased it out only to shove it back in again to re-seat it, then pull it to peek out to stretch his young cowboy's hole again and again. The big Bull did it several times. Elmer was in no hurry even though a close shot of his enormous cock showed it dripping fluids from his sexual excitement. The great Bull, with a huge shiny chrome ring through his nose, wrapped the towel around the base and began to slowly fuck Oatie with it to make sure he stretched and loosened the young man's hole so he could easily accommodate the girth and length of his granddad's enormous cock.

There were several groans and movements around the pool. Billy referred to the phenomena as his walking-butt reflex-syndrome, from psycho-empathetic feelings as if his physical body, apart from his psyche, could understood and share the feeling the younger cowboy might be experiencing as the older, more mature cowboy worked his ass good with the large leather plug. The leather-husband was made just a little larger and a bit longer than Elmer's cock. When Elmer was satisfied he stretched and relaxed his grandson's hole enough to comfortably take him, he removed the the leather plug, wrapped it in the towel, and set it aside on the auxiliary hay-bale. Elmer took his huge Bull-cock in both hands, aligned it with Oatie's ass, poked his hole a couple of times to gauge the tensile strength of his grandson's sphincter muscle. A smile and look of satisfaction registered on Elmer's big handsome face.

The big cowboy was noticeably pleased and proud of himself. He was satisfied there would be little or no resistance from his grandson's sphincter. Oatie was ready to take the huge helmet-head of his granddad's bull-like cock. The great Bull of the Hill Country slowly fed his grandson's ass with his enormous piece of meat and didn't stop working it in until his balls bounced lightly against the young cowboy's butt. Billy made a mental note to compliment and do something special for his crew of video wizards in the control room manipulating the robo-cams to get just the right shot at the right moment. This had to be the most moving and stimulating porn video Billy ever saw, and he watched a few in his earlier days. He sensed the cowboy's performance was having a profound effect on everyone in the pool. The sweet pungent fragrance of musty male pheromones, which were heavy and strong, permeated the steam as it moved about on the surface of the hot water like a highly charged sexual fog bank and overwhelmed everyone sitting in the pool of dark waters.

Due to the heat of the water, the strongly psycho-active male pheromones lay close to everyone's head like dirty words from a whispered secret. Billy wasn't concerned if anyone accidentally dropped their load in the water. It only added to the already strong male pheromones suspended within the moisture. Any excess would be caught and filtered by the mechanical scrubbers. Billy paid close attention to his young Warrior-Angel slave, Zak, and his master. Zak was sitting in Master Tank's lap while Zak held his and his husband's huge cock with both hands pulled-up tight against his belly like an old time pilot's stick they used to fly planes. Zak's watcher husband was stealing kisses and whispering dirty things to the poor lad which made Zak's eyes flutter and roll back into head. Zak would lean his head back to grab a quick kiss from his beast and quickly return this attention to the streaming video from the Breedlove's barn.

Elmer began to fuck Oatie slowly like he was taking his pony for a walk and would soon be working him up into a trot, to be followed by a gallop, and finally a fast hard ride to the finish line. Everyone in the pool sat mesmerized by the two cowboy's conjoining. It was unlike anything they ever witnessed before; however, it had the same overall ambiance of being similar to what they observed earlier that afternoon in the coupling of Master Ironmonger and Billy's young Warrior-Angel slave. When two men know what they're doing and are not encumbered by doubts about their performance or its validity, like any other learned or highly disciplined endeavor, the sex act can be raised from the gutter to become a work of art. Billy's fertile mind wondered why there couldn't be a male fucking event in the Olympics?

It was all there. The strength, the form, the choreography, the movements, the subtle nuances of giving and taking, call and response, theme and variations, pitching and catching, but best of all the athleticism of a male sexual organ wrapped with another male's sphincter to conjoin, made it rise above the common pedestrian 'good-hot-fuck' to one of great strength, nuance, and subtly controlled grace. In Billy's cowboy mind, what he was watching was certainly as compelling as figure skating and the Luge events in the winter games. The beauty of Elmer's moves, Oatie's response to his granddad's need, and the genius of the interplay were certainly enough to be awarded a gold medal.

If an East Indian emperor could build, what some consider, the most beautiful shrine in the world to his beloved fucking partner, Billy wondered if he could getaway with having gold medals struck and award them to those most notable for having brought the art or sport of male/male fucking to new heights. As he mused to himself, he considered his own surrogate pa and his beloved Watcher-Protector husband would have to be the first winners.

Nick looked at Billy and grinned, << Really? A gold medal? For your old man? >> Nick sent to his master.

<< Damn it, Pa! You weren't suppose to hear that! >> Billy returned, laughed, and blushed a deep red color.

<< Why should we get a medal when you make it so easy for us, Son? >> Nick asked.

<< It was just a flight of fantasy, Pa, >> Billy replied.

<< A sweet flight, I might add, >> Nick said and smiled.

<< I cain't gainsay that, Tonto, >> Billy returned, << Jesus! Where is Bryan Boitano when I need him? >> Billy lamented and leveled his pa.

As Elmer continued to fuck his grandson he began to take longer and stronger strokes into Oatie's ass, and it was obvious he was beginning his buildup to climax. He was working up a goodly lather as it was warm in the old barn. Once in a while Oatie would let out with a groan of pleasure and encourage his granddad to give him more and fuck him harder. Vox never saw this side of his husband, and he was in awe of Elmer's power and stamina.

<< He never fucked me that way, >> Vox lamented like a disappointed little boy and Roxanne heard him.

<< Of course he's never fucked you like that. Oatie is a third larger man that you are, Brother. Elmer treats us like we're China dolls which he might easily break. The term 'missionary position' isn't in that cowboy's dictionary, Vox. He would crush us if he lay on top of us for the amount of time he's been fucking Oatie. I dare say, it just might be uncomfortable for his grandson if they hadn't hit upon this form of fucking. If you want it like that, you must tell our husband. Take him by his hand, lead him to the barn, and explain you need it like he took Oatie. I'm sure Elmer would be more than pleased to accommodate you. Me? I'm happy to have him lay on his side to take me. I don't require the gigantic effort he's putting into his fuck with his grandson. Obviously, this isn't their first time in the saddle either. This is more like a private ritual between them. It's something they invented together and perfected over the last decade or more. It also takes a great deal of self-confidence bordering on hubris to perform their version of cowboy love for a large audience of their peers. With a very small stretch of the imagination one might look upon what they're doing as a pseudo-religious experience, >> Roxanne said firmly.

<< Can you feel the yearning in our gut to feel our husband mount me like that, Dear Sister? >> Vox asked.

He heard Roxanne laugh. << Yes, and it's obscene, Brother, >> she replied.

<< Yeah, ain't it? >> Vox asked quietly like he was in awe.

<< You're incorrigible, Vox, >> Roxanne returned and giggled.

<< I'll gladly wear that cognomen with pride, Dear Sister, if it will get me what I need from our husband! >> Vox declared.

<< If you listen to your sister, you will, >> Roxanne replied.

As the Great Bull of the Hill Country slowly built up to his climax, his grandson was making an herculean attempt to put his ass up for his Paw-paw to catch for and drain him of his evil stone-ache critters. Oatie could be heard above the grunts and deep sighs of absolute ecstasy coming from his slobbering bull of a granddad like he was almost chanting a holy mantra for his god to grant him his blessing and grace him with the greater gift of his seed. It was having an equally strong empathetic effect on the audience in the hot pool off the castle dungeon on Captain Nick's ship, 'Lilith's Joy.'

Leon looked over at his mate and saw Pete's mouth open with spittle drooling down from the corners of his lips like he was transfixed and totally unaware of where he was. It was like Pete exchanged places with his dad in his mind, and he imagined he was the one fucking his boy.

“Pete! Are you all right?” Leon nudged him.

Pete shook his head like he was returning from his mental sojourn. He wiped away the spittle from his face with a handful of warm water from the pool and shook his hands. He looked at his sworn mate and grinned sheepishly. “Honest-to-god, I never knew it could be like that, Leon. I feel like I'm no longer a stranger looking in from a window. I can see the whole picture now. I know what Oatie needed, and I couldn't provide it. God help me, I had my head so far up Janice's cunt I couldn't see the forest for the trees. Now I understand his granddad was the only cowboy what could give it to him. Elmer loved my boy enough to see his potential and saw Oatie got what he most needed, which was his granddad's unquestioned love in which to plant his trust with plenty of cowboy bullshit for fertilizer.

“I always wondered, how come it weren't until I threw my son out of my house did he slowly begin to bloom living with his granddad until he become one of the most awe inspiring men our town ever produced? Oatie became a hero to everyone in our county, state, and nation, but I couldn't justifiably brag about my own son because I turned my back on him and what I imagined was his chosen lifestyle. I seriously underestimated my old man and the power he has over people. It ain't malicious, but it ain't miraculous neither. It's just basic down-to-Earth common sense – the cowboy way. He chose to provide my boy the love he needed over the sick hatred of fundamentalism.

"David needed the same damn thing, but he weren't about to say nothing 'cause he saw what his mother and me done to his big brother. The handwriting was on the wall. He started to withdraw into himself and spent a lot of time with them Cajun folks in Erna. He was smart enough to find his'self another family what would treat him decent until he could make a clean break, and that's exactly what he done. I cain't fault the boy for that. My dad tried to tell me, but I ain't never listened to Elmer. I always thought he was a dumb old hick cowboy full of more beans, bullshit, and hubris than you could safely stack in a barn. Look at them! I ain't never fucked nobody like that,” Pete lamented.

“You will, Cowboy. It's only a matter of time,” Leon said and winked at him. “This display of outrageous cowboy sexual effrontery is for you, Brother, but you gotta' admit they're damn good at what they's doing. This ain't their first time in the saddle together. They's sending you a message, if you wanna' reclaim your role in their lives as David and Oatie's dad, and Elmer's fully fledged son, you gotta' pay their price. I can't see what them boys is asking is too much a 'tall. David was serious and so was Oatie about how they expected you to fuck them. It's right there before you, Cowboy, and them men done offered you a ticket to ride. They're willing to give you the chance if you're cowboy enough to take up the reins, mount their asses, throw the gate of sexual conquest open, ride them down hard, and win the rodeo,” Leon said.

“Ya, think?” Pete asked surprised.

“Without a doubt, Cowboy!” Leon replied firmly like Pete could take his words to the bank.

“Guess I better practice up some,” he said quietly and grinned at Leon.

“There is a God!” Leon said under his breath, and they broke up laughing together.

“Did your mate ever fuck you like that, Son?” Pete asked quietly like he wasn't sure it was a polite question.

“Good Lord God A-mighty! When that old cowboy fucked me, I stayed fucked for a week or more and rode around with a silly-ass grin on my face the whole time I was working with him. The harder he fucked me the longer it took the periodic sharp-stabbing pain to leave, only to be replaced with an equally annoying itch which would drive me crazy until we found time to get away together, and he could scratch it again for me. Honest-to-god, I'd rather feel the pain than live with an itch only he could scratch. After he was killed, I could never get rid of that fuck'n-itch. If you ever go to a rodeo and stand behind a cowboy and see him grab a handful of his ass like some'um just bit him hard in the butt, you can bet chore' boots he's got the fuck'n-itch. I suffered for years. I don't care what I tried; from creams to ointments, nothing worked until you come along, Cowboy,” Leon said.

“Do I scratch your itch purdy good, Buckaroo?” Pete asked like a little boy asking for candy.

“Of course you do! You do a pert-damn good job of it, too, Pod'na, but you'll get better. Us watching this show is like manna from heaven for me. Maybe now you'll stop treat'n me like I's a holy object and we can get down some good old rough ride'n saddle-time together,” Leon replied and laughed at the look on Pete's face.

“H'it's a damn good thing we're gonna' be quit'n our jobs at the feed-lot at the end of the month. We need to get us in some practice and you gotta' be my coach if'n I'm gonna' win the rodeo,” Pete said.

“With that new cock of yorn, it will be just the ticket to scratch the deepest itch me or your boys might have. Now, all you gotta' do is learn how to use it, Cowboy,” Leon said and grinned.

“With you as my coach, it shouldn't be no problem,” Pete replied.

* * * * * * *
After Elmer deposited his heavy load in his grandson's ass, he didn't stop fucking him until Oatie couldn't hold on any longer and shot his load in three huge ejaculations. The first salvo shot six feet over his head and the other two were of almost equal strength. There weren't as many comments as Billy thought there might be until the end when the audience in the pool applauded and cheered for the young cowboy's stamina and his wholesome response to his granddad's outstanding fucking. They reveled in the brief but heartfelt affection the men made afterward to confirm and insure their continued bond of love for each other.

Ernest Pennywise was especially quiet while he watched with his master's big arm around his shoulder. Ernie held Bubba's other hand with both of his. The big cowboy cupped his slave's small cock and balls with his much bigger hand and would gently squeeze them from time to time to subtly remind his slave who owned them. Bubba didn't say a word. He could feel Ernie's reaction to the rough and rugged fuck they were watching on the holo-vid screen.

“Did watching them two cowboys fuck disturb you, Slave?” Bubba asked softly and bussed a kiss behind Ernie's ear.

“No. It was strong and powerful, but I saw no meanness or anything to fear which might hurt Master Oatie. I have a greater respect for him, and I have to say, I never thought Master Elmer was capable of such strength and stamina. His performance was amazing. I can only hope, one day you might require that of me, Master Bubba,” Ernie said.

“There are degrees in all things; even sex. A strong display of sex like that is not for the novice unless he's an unusual prodigy to the art of male sex. They do appear from time to time, but like prodigies in any other art, we've seen them burn out before they reach their full potential unless they're slowly brought along by the strong hand of a patient and disciplined master. It's one of the reasons masters use chastity devices so a slave can't practice without their master's consent. Perhaps, one evening, after I've broken you to my saddle, and I feel you're ready to run free beneath me, we can kick it up a notch and together we can experience the power and wonder of a fuck like that. It won't be for a good while until you're comfortable with me in your saddle and you're fully broke to my reins. Until that time, I'm perfectly happy with them sweet fucks we share. Your ass has become a comfortable stable for my old pony in which he finds comfort and release and your eager response shores up my masculine ego.

“You're coming along nicely. I'm more than satisfied with your progress. You respond well to your master's cock, and you're slowly learning to accept the most important purpose in your life is for you to maintain a balanced state of mental and emotional stability to please him. Of course, it's what a slave is for, but in a few cases it goes beyond the mundane and becomes a necessity. It's pleasing and heart warming to see you're enjoying your place beside me as well as coming to understand the necessity of our bond. That's enough for your master right now. I ain't in no hurry, and you shouldn't be either. Your body will let me know when you're ready for more. It will be a deep need what will grow inside you like a baby what needs tending,” Bubba whispered and stole another kiss.

“Will I ever be as good a partner for you as Oatie is for his husband and granddad?” Ernie asked.

“Don't confuse technique with devotion and dedication, Ernie. You concentrate on them two D's and the technique will come naturally. In some ways you might even become better, my Sweet Slave. I will slowly transform you into the slave I need you to be. It's what a master does with a slave who shows unusually fine potential, but it will happen so gradually and naturally you will never become overly concerned about it. It will happen as surely as the rising and falling of the tides. One evening you will go to sleep, and many mornings later when you wake up in your master's arms, it will seem like your journey happened overnight and you will understand the comfort of your progress. Like walking through one of them transportation gates, you will awake and understand contentment. You will know you're where you should be and nothing in the universe is more important than pleasing the master you love lying next to you in his bed,” Bubba said.

“What if you took a wife, Master Bubba?” Ernie asked.

“Don't allow your imagination to strum your insecurity-banjo, Son. You gave up the right to ask your master a question like that when you agreed to become my slave, but since you're still getting used to the idea, I will explain. Even if I was to do such a thing, you would still be your master's slave, Ernie. At the request of the leaders from two different galaxies, after they went to the expense and time to train and preconditioned you on Retikki Prime, when you petitioned me to become my slave, I agreed to accept you into my stable of slaves to become your 'unquestioned' master. Remember that word, Son, it's in the contract you signed with your own blood.

“However – and this is a big 'however' – when I took you for my slave, I understood it would not be the usual master/slave relationship. While I would become your unquestioned master here on Earth, I must share you with the masters of a couple other galaxies, your family, and the Daniels family. It was a gamble on both our parts; that is, yours and mine. While your family is important to you, they weren't considered a part of our contract with them ancients. They are yours to deal with in this strangely powerful but important dance we've agreed to perform. Our devotion to the Daniels family is mutually shared. They come first for both of us.

“Would you expect me to get rid of my livestock simply because I decided to take a wife? I don't expect it would ever happen but just for the sake of argument, if'n I were to fall in love with a fine lady what could offer me more than I can train a fine horse or a good slave to provide, would you expect me to give up my slave, Orville, who I've spent months carefully training to become a companion of considerable comfort when I need him, and has become my surrogate pa? The chance is astronomically small, Son – zero to none. H'it just ain't gonna' happen, Ernie. I am your 'unquestioned' master, and you're my slave asking questions which really shouldn't concern you. I ain't trying to be mean-spirited, Son, I'm just reminding you of your position you agreed to accept. Are you willing to give up your family banking ties, turn your back on them, and become my full-time slave?” Bubba asked quietly without raising his voice, “But before you answer, remember, you gave a solemn oath you would also become a slave to the greater powers of two other galaxies at the same time,” Bubba added, “I must share you with both them elements.”

“I understand what you're saying, Master Bubba. As much as I'd love to become a single agent and give myself to you totally, you know I can't do that, sir,” Ernie replied.

“Exactly. It's what I agreed to, but I'm willing to work around it and so should you. What's sauce for the goose should be sauce for the gander. With that in mind, you must answer your master's question: What's the difference, Ernest?” Bubba asked.

“I see your point, and you're right, Master Bubba, it's unworthy of me. I suppose it's a not too well thought out childish question: 'Why can't I have my cake and eat it too?'” Ernie replied, “I apologize, sir,” Ernie replied contritely.

“I understand, it's the confusion of an impossible situation what prompted the question, but a slave shouldn't worry his'self none with such misgivings, Ernie. Don't beg trouble from tomorrow, Son. Your question should be, are you happy now within the overall moment of the continuum?” Bubba asked.

“I don't think I could be any happier than when I'm with you. I'm looking forward to our week working together to start up the new bank here in the Hill Country,” Ernie replied.

“This next week will be the first of many bonding experiences, and I promise, I will be with my slave by his side when he needs me,” Bubba assured him, “And as far as you wanting your cake and eat it too, I will provide you with more beefcake than either of your holes will be able to consume. Face it, Ernie! Them ancients were right. You need a strong, loving, understanding master – the daddy you ain't never had, to help you cope with the chaotic lifestyle of high finance. I volunteered for the job, and I ain't sorry I did. Whether you agree or not, you need me. You need what I have to offer and can abundantly provide. Think about it, Son. In a convoluted way, by accepting you as my slave, I have become a slave to you. I have accepted you as my responsibility, and I expect you to accept me as your responsibility.

“Due to childhood scaring, if you think your life was an emotional burden, cluttered with them misgiving critters, and unduly demanding before, you ain't seen nothing yet, Buckaroo. Rather than give you a backbone implant to strengthen your mental stamina and physical fortitude, them ancient critters done give you a master to stand behind you to provide you with the support you're gonna' need. I agreed and pledged on my honor to remake you, and come Hell or high water, I plan to do my job to the best of my gathered apps and abilities.

“That's why we're working on your body as well as giving you the mental and sexual attention you need to become an exceptionally strong and productive, hardworking tool for everyone concerned. Perhaps 'tool' is too harsh and cold a description. While a fine, well-trained pony or cow dog is definitely a 'tool' for a cowboy, he don't look upon them that way. He thinks on his kindred animals as his partners and buddies like they's extensions of himself. It's only one more reason why I was chosen for the job, Son. I understand the concept. I'm free to go with the flow. I come to see it as a win-win situation for all parties involved, including your family, but I ain't real sure you fully understand what them ancients are asking of you. At this point, with the contracts signed and implemented, it ain't important that you do understand. Maybe it's better you don't for a while, and just enjoy the ride; however, your master understands the full parameters of their plan, and I will act as a buffer for their rather harsh realities. I will strive to make your transition as comfortable as possible.

“Just remember, you only got one master on this planet to answer to, and he's the only one who can provide you with the love and understanding you need to succeed in your endeavors. Your genius in the financial world will become a controlled but finely tuned extension of your talents and your master's strength; a winning combination. We will work together as a team, but I will always be in charge and have the final word. When doubts come, as I'm sure they will, you must consider, you made the choice as a trade-off for a more stable, gracious, emotionally comfortable, and much longer life for yourself. By the same token of commitment, while you will be expected to do my bidding when it comes to major decisions, it will become a path we share as the majority of my instructions for you will come directly from them ancients; for you see, your master has his masters, too,” Bubba said firmly.

“I didn't realize, sir, but I understand. I think you're right about not seeing the bigger picture, Master Bubba, but I have complete faith in you. I also think I can understand why a cowboy might need a good fucking like we just watched, Master Bubba,” Ernie said.

“Ain't nothing better to iron out them kinks in your fuzzy logic, Slave. Why, after a fucking like that, what seemed like trying to see through a dark glass dimly, will part them heavy, black clouds of indecision and clear the thick fog of confusion to allow you to see more clearly and further into the immediate future than you ever imagined possible,” Bubba assured him.

“Your fuckings already do that for me, sir,” Ernie said.

“Like your original question, it's a matter of focus, Son. Now, let's say our 'goodnights,' go to our room, and git chu' fucked real good so's you won't have no more a them doubts, and I will replace them with sweet dreams and fill you with joy and happiness only serving your master and enjoying his love for you can provide,” Bubba said with a wicked grin.

“I'm ready, sir. I never sleep so well as when I dream about my master,” Ernie replied.

“And you never will, Slave. It's part of your fringe benefits package figured into your contract with me and them ancients,” Bubba said and grinned.

They waited for Elmer and Oatie Breedlove to return to the hot tub area and told them how impressed they were by their coupling. Ernie thanked them for sharing such an emotional and educational experience with those less practiced in the fine art of male sex. Everyone in the tubs gave them a standing ovation. Bubba and Ernest said their 'goodbyes' and left the dungeon area to climb the back stairs to their apartment on the ship. There they planned to meet Grover and Jack to gate back to Bubba's ranch.

* * * * * * *
Pete Breedlove was so moved by Oatie and Elmer's video, he was very quiet when they returned; however, with a few choice words and several well placed hugs and kisses, he managed to show his sincere admiration and affection for his dad and son. Not unlike many cowboys, Pete was more a hands-on man than one of many words. In strong emotional situations his tongue became twisted in his mouth and his brain couldn't sync the two to make a believable comment. He felt more at ease and comfortable with a stolen kiss, a goodly hug, or a big pat on the back. Leon insisted he was getting better at opening up to people. Pete's new love interest was good for him and opened him to better expressing honest feelings to other men.

Billy invited Aunt Helen's twelve disciples to the tubs after they closed down their broadcast studio for the evening, and they arrived shortly after Oatie and Elmer returned. The cowboys gave the halfling men an ovation for their work and talents. Doug Quilty and Wes Taylor couldn't say enough good things. After all, they were the genius behind several of Doug and Wes's streaming videos around the ranch. They seemed to fit in and easily disbursed themselves around the pool to sit in larger cowboy's lap, converse, and enjoy the rest of the evening with their peers. They were highly intelligent and full of joy for their new life in which they could grow and interact with good people who cared about them. They were quickly getting the reputation as being excellent little belly warmers and nice, clean stables for a cowboy to find comfort and rest his pony for an evening.

* * * * * * *
It was a long, eventful day. The men were growing tired and began to drift back to their apartments and rooms in the castle. Pete and Leon left with Elmer, Vox, Oatie, Jethro, David, and Cletus. Leon was anxious to try his enhanced husband on for size. Except for Jack and Hoss, Bubba and his posse transported over to his place and promised to return for dinner and the barnyard concert the next day.

After watching two impromptu sex acts during the day, Billy was primed and ready for an evening devoted to his immediate family and his surrogate dad in particular. Nick didn't disappoint his Kemosabe. With his Kagoli demon routine, he thoroughly drained his young cowboy master. Vox Humana followed his sister's advice and opened his heart to their husband. That evening, Vox got what he asked for and his sister couldn't have been more right. Their bull didn't give Vox any choice in the matter. Elmer took what was rightfully his. The Bull took what he wanted and gave Vox what he needed. Afterward, Vox couldn't thank Elmer enough. It was a new beginning for them.

* * * * * * *
Hoss Dewberry never pushed Jack to take him to bed. He figured when Jack was ready, he would offer himself to the big cowboy. Hoss learned a great lesson when he took responsibility to act as a surrogate parent and big brother for his cousin, Douglas. Neither brow beating, ranting and raving, nor physical punishment ever got him what he wanted or expected from his younger cousin. Patience and timely placed suggestions was the most Doug required to slowly grow to earn the trust of his older and larger cousin. Love, honesty, and understanding took them further than either imagined and in the long run, paid off handsomely for both.

While they were watching the sexual duet between the Bull of the Hill Country and his grandson, Jack began to fidget and turned his head away from time to time like watching the video was uncomfortable for him and more powerful than he could bear to watch. Hoss didn't get the feeling Jack was embarrassed or disapproved of the two men's performance. On the contrary, the legal-eagle later told his immediate friends it was very probably the single most moving experience he ever witnessed in his life. He said he had to look away several times to keep from ejaculating in the tub. He was afraid it would cook in the hot water and float to the surface like poached eggs. Everyone laughed at him but secretly wondered if it might be possible.

Jack leaned against Hoss and whispered in his ear, “If you fucked me like that, Cowboy, I promise, I would never graze in another stallion's pasture,” he said like he was in pain.

“Hallelujah Houston! You know I'm certainly willing to give it my best bulldogging-jar-head ride. I hope I ain't made it no secret I been hot to get into your handsome behinder since I met you at Bubba's. I drool uncontrollably like an idiot what ain't got no control over his'self when we's together and I get a good gander at it. Ever' day while I'm at work, I can't think a nothing else but chore' sweet buckaroo butt. My cousin looks at me and shakes his head. Doug can tell when I'm daydreaming about holding you in my arms and making sweet cowboy love to you 'cause ma' old hoss drools in my Wranglers.

“I ain't tried to push you none. I left it up to you. I done figgered, sooner or later, you would notice how hungry this old hound dog is and throw him a bone. My first time out-the-chute, I may not be as smooth or accomplished as them men we been watching, but them cowboys got damn near two decades behind them to perfect their routine. They know what to expect from each other. I stand ready to give it the old cowboy try when you decide to invite me to your bunk. The sooner we start practicing, the quicker we'll learn to ride together and strum each other like them fine orchestra members learn to play their instruments. They give and take to make beautiful music. We can make our own brand of western music and give it the best we got to offer,” Hoss replied.

Jack looked at him and smiled, “That's got to go down in history as one of the finest cowboy hyperbolic propositions I ever got, Hoss. While it's been a mess a' fun getting to know each other, and you make me feel like I'm the most handsome stud at the livestock show, I don't see much use in keep'n up the pretense of no long, drawn-out courtship. Besides, my ass is on fire and itches worst than them damn shingles. It keeps yelling at his keeper to get him some of that action we watched as fast as we can and scratch his itch, muy pronto. I'd be downright proud and honored if you would share my bunk with me tonight, Cowboy,” Jack said, and as hot as the water was, he blushed more red than the heat provided.

“Them words is like magic for my hungry pony, Amigo. Let's not linger after we say 'goodnight' to ever' body,” Hoss said quietly and bussed a kiss behind Jack's ear.

“Where would you like to spend the night, Cowboy? Bubba's, or my place?” Jack asked.

“Wherever you'll be most comfortable,” Hoss replied, “Bubbas probably gonna' be busy with his new slave teaching him to jump through hoops, sit-up and beg, suck on his favorite bone, then tie him to the ceiling and set poor Ernie's hair on fire,” he added and grinned.

“Lucky Ernie!” Jack shot back, “If he gets half of what Bubba gave Orville, I'm sure he'll be a happy camper come morning. I think we'll go through the gate back to Bubba's, and you can drive us to my place,” Jack said.

“Are them killer geese locked up?” Hoss asked with a frown. Jack laughed.

“No, they're guard geese. Why would I lock up my protectors? Don't worry, big'un, I'll run interference for my Little Darlin.' I can beat them off. They's scared to death of my cowboy bonnet. When I start waving it about, they know I mean business; besides, they mind me most of the time,” Jack said and grinned.

“Yeah, it's the times they don't what's got me worried,” Hoss said and they shared a laugh.

“You gotta' win their trust like Bubba done. Ever' time he come over, he made sure he brought Satan and Matilda goodies as a peace offering. They got so used to him, they don't pay him no never mind much anymore,” Jack said throwing six years of college education to the ground and stomping it with his cowboy boots. Since he started running with Bubba, Grover, the Dewberrys, and got heavily involved with the Daniels family, it eased his conscience when he allowed himself to lapse into his native dialect; which, in turn, subconsciously primed him for the easy acceptance of the love of his life. You couldn't get more 'cowboy' than Percival Glanville 'Hoss' Dewberry. Unknown to the big cowboy, he was named 'Glanville' after his great aunt, Peggy Glanville-Hicks, who was one of America's finest women composers of the twentieth-century.

Satan and Matilda were given to Jack when they were newly fledged goslings. He was the only parent they knew after their mother. They became strongly attached to him and took their instinctive jobs of guard-geese seriously. They were fully mature and lived on the ranch for several years without producing young. Matilda would get broody and make a nest but none of her eggs would hatch. In conversation with Grover, Jack learned geese can only mate on water. That spring, Jack drove to Sprawlmart and bought them a kiddie wading pool, brought it home, took it out of the box, and the two geese damn near flogged him to death with overwrought sexual excitement. It still needed inflating, but somehow, they instinctively knew what it was for. They couldn't wait for Jack to inflate the pool. They honked, flapped their wings, and marched around Jack's truck like he wasn't moving fast enough to suit them. Jack had to inflate the pool with a hand pump in the bed of his truck to keep them out of it.

The minute he threw it over the side of his truck onto the ground, they immediately jumped into the middle and honked loudly for Jack to hurry and fill it with water. As the pool began to fill, Jack was amazed at their reaction. He never knew birds were capable of such strong displays of affection. Except to eat, Satan and Matilda didn't get out of the pool for three days. Jack resolved, if it brought them that much pleasure, he would make sure he kept it clean and filled. That spring Jack's geese made a nest in the far corner of the old barn under some old tarps and behind some feed barrels. It was warm, dark, and secluded. They took turns sitting on the eggs and hatched sixteen baby geese.

* * * * * * *
After Grover gave Doug a hand with his morning chores they came back inside and fixed breakfast together. Neither man was a novice in the kitchen, and it didn't take them long to whip-up a good western meal for themselves.

“You got any apprehension about today, Son?” Grover asked Doug as he took another bite of his delicious biscuit his surrogate grandson made.

“Not with you by my side, Grampa,” Doug said with considerable love and admiration for Grover.

“No, no, now! I's serious. If you got the least feelings of insecurity, let me know. I can take you in 'nere to your nice bedroom and fuck it out of you, Boy. And like that!” Grover snapped his fingers, “They'll be gone and replaced by a strong sense of self-worth and cowboy pride 'cause you brought comfort and release to your old Granddad. I'll fuck that fine little ass of yorn' so sweet and hard until it feels like you been in the saddle for three days and nights in a row,” Grover said and smiled, “When you walk around today over to the Daniels place, you can feel the twinge of discomfort to remind you how much your Grampa loves you and remind you his love will protect you against them screaming green meanies of insecurity,” Grover poured on his best cowboy bullshit.

“Naw, I don't want to impose, sir. You were generous with me last e'nin. You took damn good care of me. I should stay fucked for a good twenty-four hours unless my Grampa needs his'self another big-old help'n of my butt. I ain't a cowboy what would ration it none. Mi casa es su casa, Paw-paw. If you feel the urge, sir, I'm sure I could use me another one of them fine buckaroo fuckings of yorn' for the road,” Doug said and grinned.

The men finished breakfast, cleaned up the kitchen, and headed back to the bedroom. Grover kept his promise and fucked Doug three more times and didn't spare the horses. The last fuck took him longer than the other two, but Doug never complained and gave it up to his rider. When they finished, cleaned up, and got ready for the day, Doug got a big smile on his face.

“Feeling yore' Paw-paw's love, Son?” he asked.

“I sure do, Grampa, but it don't hurt me none. As a matter of fact, it feels pert-damn good, sir,” Doug replied and grinned, “Thanks, Grover, for them fine fuckings, and last night, too. You were right, they's just the ticket and insurance policy I need to get me through the day,” Doug added.

“Good, 'cause you wanna' be strong and stand proud. Think on Bubba as your new bossman and don't mix your thoughts about your desire for him. You want to impress him with your strength of presence and don't give him any reason to doubt he chose the right man for the job. Why? Because he damn-well did choose the right buckaroo for his rodeo team, that's why!” Grover said firmly poking his finger into Doug's firm chest for emphasis.

“Bubba ain't difficult to read. He's complex, but he ain't none too complicated. Make your frustration work for you instead of against you, Son. You're one of the brightest, solidly educated employee Bubba will have working for him. Think on your first day working for him as the first day of graduate school and you got a number of courses to take. One of them classes we'll call: Bubba Kirkendall, one-oh-one. Study that big cowboy and learn his ways and secrets. Even the most introverted buckaroo will, sooner or later, tell you the secrets of his heart one way or t'other. He don't have to use no words neither. You can learn a lot about a man by observing the way he treats others and how he lives his life. I think today is going to be a revelation for you – a new way of looking on Bubba than just thinking on him as a possible target for your affections.

“I ain't saying be cold or hold him at arm's length away from you. If you think he needs to feel a little warmth, invite him in to sit by your fire to warm himself for a spell, but don't smother him. Always be on his right hand if he needs you. Don't distant yourself from him or be coy. It ain't becoming of a good cowboy. It would be a dead giveaway you got stronger feelings for him than just becoming an employee and you don't want to play your ace of hearts right away. In the back of your mind, always remind yourself, Bubba is your boss and you're his employee. Keep it on that basis until you become comfortable and more sure of yourself. Remember, time is your friend, and it's on yore' side, Son,” Grover said.

“Furthermore, don't never let chore'self consider for a moment, Ernest Pennywise is a competitor for Bubba's affections, 'cause he ain't. I know'd for a fact, Bubba goes out to them bunkhouses and gathers his surrogate dad, Orville, and takes him to one of his private rooms in them two great whale buildings what were his uncle's hide-aways and fucks him on a regular basis. While I'm sure there is a certain appreciation and affection for his slave, it ain't the same as loving someone what he considers a member of his family. Neither is Ernest. If you keep those things in mind, and trust your old granddad, you will win that big cowboy's heart. And as a bonus, you got my arms and bed to run to when you feel the need for some cowboy loving, Son,” Grover said and smiled.

“Won't that be shortchanging you, Grampa?” Doug asked.

“Not a bit, but it's just that kindness of heart and your genuine concern for others what will win the day for you, Boy. Listen to your Paw-paw and learn from him as well. Show genuine concern for Ernest and I promise you, by the end of the day you will have a much clearer picture of what the future can bring you. Don't let it wash over you and overwhelm your senses. Seize the day for yourself and own it. While it may be more difficult than it sounds, I know you can do it, Doug. I seen you in actions too many times, and I got faith in you, Son. If Bubba's the cowboy of your dreams and you want him, fight for him – not with aggression but with patience and your ample wits. Do you trust me, Boy?” Grover asked firmly.

“You know I do, Paw-paw,” Doug replied.

“Then let's go knock them folks on their asses! You and me! But above all, to allay any overt suspicions, let's enjoy ourselves. Neither do we have to hide our relationship. It ain't one what's threatening to nobody,” Grover proclaimed.

“Does that mean I can call you Paw-paw in front of them, sir?” Doug asked.

“I would expect you to, Son, and feel hurt if you don't,” Grover replied.

“Don't wanna' hurt my Paw-paw none just when he become my friend, mentor, life-coach, and Granddad-with-benefits,” Doug said. They shared a good hug and a warm tender kiss to seal their bond. With that kiss, any apprehensions Doug Dewberry had about the day vanished, and he never felt stronger or more sure of himself. The minute Doug began to slide and think negative thoughts there would be a sharp-stabbing pain shoot through his sphincter muscle to remind him of his Granddad's strong love for him, and he would smile to himself.

* * * * * * *
There was no great fanfare for Grover and Doug's arrival. They waited for several minutes behind a long line of other vehicles waiting to get into the ranch, and it took a few minutes. They were right behind Hoss and Jack. They waved to each other but didn't exchange greetings until they dove up and parked in the area set aside for immediate family. Grover looked at Doug and grinned.

“Hum! Just the two of them in your ranch-truck coming from the opposite direction; definitely not from Bubba's ranch?” Grover asked like he was musing to himself.

“Yeah, it is a bit strange, ain't it? You think they stayed the night at Jack's ranch, and they done the nasty, Paw-paw?” Doug asked and laughed.

“I'd bet my boots on it, Son. You can't see, but I can see in my mirror a silly grin on Hoss's face and a look of peace on Jack's like a contented old cow what just got fucked by her favorite bull,” Grover claimed, and they laughed again.

“You think it's catching, Paw-paw?” Doug asked being silly.

“I wonder about things like that sometimes and probably give them more credence than I should. There must have been something different happen last e'nin we don't know about what flipped their switch. I'm glad to see it, and I know it must be a load off your mind,” Grover replied.

“It is! I'm glad Hoss got what he wanted and is happy. I hope it works out between them, but my cousin's got some major changing to do if they plan to live together. Hoss can't invite Jack to our place to stay the night before he does a total remodel on his bedroom. I don't even like to go in there, let alone consider sleeping in his bed,” Doug said.

“Love changes a man. Hoss might surprise you. If he thinks it's worth it, he will become the husband Jack needs and pay the price. I got me a feeling Hoss knows a good piece of horse-flesh when he sees it, and he will make major changes to insure his success; especially, if he becomes convinced you're growing up and might be leaving him in the near future,” Grover said.

“I hope so, Grampa. I ain't got me no plans to leave him anytime soon, but I'm willing to help him anyway I can. I'd even do the work for him to make his room look decent,” Doug said.

“That's exactly what I'd expect from you, Son, but no! Don't chu' do it! It must be his decision to make changes in his life. If he asks for your help, I wouldn't deny him, but don't you go doing it on your own. He's already proved he wouldn't appreciate it if you did. Leave it up to him. He must pay the price. I don't care who he is, a man's got to pay to get the kind of fuck he wants, and I ain't talking money. It's just common sense. Let's just hope a man name 'Hoss' has got the same sensibilities as the animal he was named after. I never had me no problem staying the night with you in your room. It was meticulously clean. Everything was well organized and in its place. Even the damn sheets smelled like they been dried in the sun instead of a clothes dryer!” Grover complimented his grandson.

“They were, Paw-paw. I'm with you. They smell so much better and fresher that way,” Doug replied.

“My Pa used to tell me how great fresh sheets smelled when his grandma would dry them on a clothes line. I loved him so much, I wanted him to hold onto that memory. I wanted it for us, and in good weather, I would go out of my way to do the same for him. He would always notice, and tell me how much he appreciated me for loving him enough to go to the trouble,” Grover said with a deep sadness in his voice, “It's them small things you do for the ones you love what makes it worth while for both,” he added and a single tear rolled down his handsome face which Grover quickly brushed away with the sleeve of his western shirt.

“You think you'll ever fall in love again, Paw-paw?” Doug asked.

“Oh, Hell, yes! I already done it several times this year. I love Jack like he's my son who I produced wiff' me own gonads. I love Judge Lafleur like he was ma' brother and his boy, Wes, like he's another grandson. I come to love Billy and Bubba like they's my boys. You know what they done for me. How could I not love them? Best of all, I come to love a young man what's just coming into his own. I get to play granddad, to give him advice and my love to back him up and help him make the right decisions for himself. I'll be there to catch him when he stumbles, assure him whatever the problem, h'it ain't the end of the world. I'll dust him off, give him a big dose of cowboy-grandpa country love'n and send him back into the game with a full heart,” Grover replied.

“Jesus! You're gonna' make me cry, Paw-paw,” Doug choked out his words.

“Ain't nothing wrong with shedding a few. A man can see farther through his tears than he can a telescope, Son,” Grover said and smiled.

“I love you, Granddad,” Doug said.

“I love you, too, Son,” Grover replied, “Now let's go have us a great time. It's gotta' be a good'un. They's sure a lot of folks arriving for today's feed and concert,” Grover declared.

* * * * * * *
Jack and Hoss got out of the Dewberry truck and walked around to greet Grover and Doug. After handshakes, hugs, and pats on the back the men began to slowly walk down to the main compound.

“I'm glad to see you decided to come today, Little Brother. I'm proud of you,” Hoss said to Doug.

“Thanks, Brother. My granddad called to check on me and volunteered to drive out to our ranch to pick me up. Grover reasoned with me and urged me to come with him today. I thought it might be a nice gesture to show support for our new boss in his business undertaking to get a new bank started. We may find ourselves in the middle of it sooner than expected and after discussing it with my Paw-paw, I decided it might be wise to keep informed,” Doug said.

“Is that all?” Hoss asked, grinned, and raised an eyebrow like he was probing for more.

“A cowboy what lives in a glass house shouldn't oughta be asking no probing questions about his brother's private life,” Doug said without nuance and then grinned at Hoss “Besides you was the one what taught me cowboys don't never kiss and tell,” Doug added.

“The fuck they don't! Hell, at least this cowboy ain't shy!” Jack exclaimed, “Yore' big cowboy brother done fucked the snot out of me last night and had me yelling for more. I was so loud my guard geese done broke through the front screen door and sallied forth with their fat asses up them stairs to my bedroom to check things out. Ya' ain't never lived until you seen two big white geese blush from embarrassment at the sight of two naked cowboys caught in the height of passion,” Jack said and got everyone laughing at his colorful description of his and Hoss's first night together.

“Then what happened?” Doug asked.

Hoss picked up the story, “When they saw it was me and their daddy trying to make babies the hard way, they got a look of horror and disgust on their faces, hissed, spread their wings and danced about for a bit like they's shell shocked, then turned, waddled on back down the stairs and out the door; all the while, complaining bitterly about what they just saw. They headed out toward the barn, and we ain't seen or heard from them since. We went out to feed them before we left, but they refused to come out of their nesting area,” Hoss reported and got the other men laughing.

“Awww, they'll come around after a while. They ain't used to seeing their daddy in such an intimate position with another human. I think they were mostly shocked 'cause we weren't using their wading pool to mate,” Jack declared and got everyone laughing again.

“Since you put it that way, my Paw-paw done drove over to our ranch yesterday e'nin. We had us a nice supper, and I invited him to stay the night so's he wouldn't have to drive all the way back just to pick me up. We done had us a good time,” Doug said and eased the tension.

“I'm glad you shared a good evening with your granddad, and you weren't alone. I think Grover done you some good, Boy. It's been a while since I seen you so together. You all right, Son?” Hoss asked in a more concerned voice.

“Paw-paw done screwed my head on tight for me. It was a little loose and some bad thoughts were rattling around up there bumping into each other and not making any sense. He done helped me rearrange the furniture so's I won't be stumbling over shit and hurt'n myself. Master Grover Parsnip is a wise and patient man, and I'm proud to say, I come to love him like he's my granddad,” Doug said soberly.

“Good! We need all the help we can get, Little Brother. Welcome to the family, Master Parsnip,” Hoss said and patted Grover on his back.

“And welcome to the Dewberry family, Master McCormack,” Douglas said and shook hands with Jack, “You men planning a fall wedding?” Doug asked.

“Hell, we ain't got that far, Son. It was our first rodeo. You wouldn't buy a horse before you rode him several times. We got us a way to go before we make such an important announcement. Besides, I got to sit down with my geese and ask their permission,” Jack said and got the men laughing, “Until then, you might say we's going steady with one another. Your big brother ask me to be his boyfriend, and I agreed,” Jack explained.

* * * * * * *
The men walked together down to the main area of the compound. Bubba saw them coming and hailed them to come to him. Following Bubba around like a will-o-the-wisp was Ernest Pennywise in his cowboy clothes. Doug hesitated at the sight of the little man, but he felt a strong hand at his back gently moving him forward and smiled to himself. He didn't have to turn to see whose hand it was. He knew it was his granddad's giving him the support he needed. Doug stiffened his back and took over the reins. He began to march forward with a strong sense of purpose until he was leading the other men. Doug smile sweetly at Ernest and nodded his recognition, but he went to Bubba first and held out his hand. “Good to see you again, Master Kirkendall!” Doug said firmly and shook Bubba's hand with warmth and firmness.

“It's good to see you, Son. I was afraid you might not make it. So glad you did. Are you feeling better?” Bubba asked.

“I doubled-up on my allergy meds, and I think I'll be fine. Thanks for them kind words. It's good to be here, and it's equally good to see you again, Mister Pennywise,” Doug offered his hand and saw Ernie look at Bubba. Bubba nodded, and the smaller man took Doug's hand and shook it.

“It's a pleasure to see you again, Master Dewberry,” Ernie replied.

The quick, slight exchange between Bubba and his slave seeking his approval to shake Doug's hand, made Doug's day. It was like an immediate infusion of Adrenalin got pumped into his system what made him feel much stronger and more powerful than the little man standing before him; however, instead of taking a bullish attitude toward Ernest, he found compassion in his heart for him, and without anyone explaining the greater ramifications of their relationship, Doug realized Ernest Pennywise was being what he was – a slave. The only thought which went through Doug's mind was: 'The poor frightened little man couldn't have scored a better master. He's exactly where he should be in the greater scheme of things. He is no threat to me. Perhaps, I can even be of help.'

“In the name of some unknown god, I do declare you're looking much better and far more handsome than the last time I seen you, Mr. Pennywise. Life must be treating you well, sir,” Doug complimented Ernie, and he blushed deeply.

“Thank you, Master Dewberry, it's kind of you to notice. I've been working out with the other slaves and the giants on the ship, sir,” Ernie replied.

“See, I weren't jes' blow'n smoke up yore' little ass. Your master done told ju' you's beginning to bulk up, but 'no,' you wouldn't believe me,” Bubba gently chastised Ernie, grinned, and winked at Doug.

“I'm sorry, Master Bubba. Forgive me. It's new for me. Master Doug's kind words are like gold, and not unlike a miserable miser who has a tendency to hoard such things, I promise to work harder for more. I will make up for my lack of faith, sir,” Ernie promised.

Doug reached out and grabbed Ernie by the shoulder and pulled him into a hug. The small man was so overwhelmed by Doug's act of compassion, he shed a couple of tears. “Shuu! There, there! You're doing fine, Mr. Pennywise. You've inspired me to start working out, so let that good thought make up for your momentary lack of faith in your master,” he said and held Ernie while everyone exchanged greetings with the big cowboy.

“Please, Master Dewberry, call me Ernest or Ernie. I'm Master Bubba's slave,” he said.

“I will, Ernie. I would offer you the same honor, but I know as a slave you're not allowed; so, let's game the system and compromise. Call me Master D. for Doug, and we'll tell everybody it stands for Dewberry,” Doug said conspiratorially. He got a laugh out of the small man and knew in his heart, he won him over. Grover was right. The day was turning out to be better than he might have imagined. “And by the way, Ernest, you couldn't have found a better man to become your master,” Doug added and bussed a kiss behind the cute little man's ear.

“I was skeptical at first, Master D, but as strong and demanding as Master Bubba can be, there's a part of him he lets very few people see. I've grown accustom to his ways. I'm comfortable being his slave, but I don't think a slave is suppose to love his master,” Ernie said.

“What's not to love, Ernest?” Doug asked implying to know Bubba was to love him.

“I understand, sir,” Ernie said, and in three short words their bond was solidified.

* * * * * * *
Bubba and his posse were joined by Ram Snoddy, Billy Bob Bane, and several others. “Ever' body listen up!” Bubba said to get their attention, “Master Billy and his merry band are at the Woodlands jest a' saw'n and a' blow'n their brains out getting ready for the concert. He left feeding the wayward flock up to me. Congratulations! You men have been chosen to help me pass out them loaves and fishes. If you do it unto the least of these, my brothers, you will have done it unto them what really need it and not them what legislate austerity to squeeze the life-blood out of the middle class and cause the poor to suffer,” Bubba preached.

“Hosanna!” shouted Nathan Daniels.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” the rest echoed.

Bubba grinned real big and continued, “Most of you know the drill, but if you're new just ask your brother,” Bubba said.

George Ropopopadopolous, Pierre Ondine, and Dover Clemson came up at the last minute and joined the men. George and Martha Ropopopadopolous started coming to the Saturday festivities with their family more often since they got their ranch underway. With the help of the Grange, George found time to get away without worry. George had a steady income coming in and his workers were a great help and inspiration for him. He was well on his way to becoming one of the most successful ranchers in the Grange.

“By the way, Dewberry and Dewberry, are we still on for the first of August?” Bubba asked Hoss and Doug.

“We plan to give 'em two week notice come Monday, Master Bubba,” Hoss said.

“Good! I'll be looking forward to it. The way things is going I could use you now, but I can make do until then,” Bubba said.

* * * * * * *
While the men were passing out food and goodies to the Watchers and Daddy Long-legs several drones came flying overhead with cameras taking videos of everything they were doing. The watchers were getting nervous and were about to bolt for cover when two small critters with brightly colored wings came flying over their heads. It was Archie and Edith to the rescue. They zapped each drone with enough energy to disable it but not damage valuable internal information Billy's technical staff might later glean. They caught them before they could hit the ground. They would disable one, catch it, and drop it into the big hands of one of their Watcher brothers. Bubba motioned for them to bring them to him, and he put them in the back of the wagon. There was a total of a dozen four engine copter-type drones with four small video cameras mounted on them. When they got back, Bubba and his men took them directly to Aunt Helen and her twelve disciple technicians for them to tear apart and find out from whence they came. They didn't have the time right then as they were busy getting coordinated for the barnyard concert.

* * * * * * *
The day passed quickly. The Barnyard Concert was another wonderful success except it was interrupted a couple of times with several more flying drones. They were quickly brought down, disabled, and added to the growing pile in Aunt Helen's area. Billy figured correctly, if enough were brought down, and they couldn't get any feedback worth a damn, they would give up. He couldn't imagine anyone in the government would try to spy on a picnic or try to record something so benign as their musical afternoon; especially since they were broadcasting it live on the Internet.

At Billy's request the entire orchestra showed up for early rehearsal. Billy wanted to play something really challenging so he chose nothing less than Jean Sibelius' fifth symphony. It was a major challenge, but his troops were up for the battle. They played brilliantly and the audience took them to their hearts. The Barnyard Baroque Chamber Ensemble started the program with the last three of the Brandenburg Concertos. The Hill Country Highland Shire Choral Society made their debut and were greatly appreciated. Vox and his newly formed choral group performed several pieces which introduced a new spectrum of musical interest for their audience. Vox's choir of thirty young vibrant voices quickly gained every ones respect.

Billy outfitted a room in his immediate family's new home on the cliff. He was able to sneak off, invoke the nether region and write music for several hours and only be gone from his regular world-progression for a matter of minutes. He managed to write a concerto for wind ensemble, piano, and string orchestra. The musicians only had one week to learn their parts and Billy conducted from the keyboard. When they finished the first full play-through of the piece a silence came over everyone for several seconds. They were stunned. Then all Hell broke loose with the orchestra members applauding, shouting, and calling Billy “Maestro.” It followed closely on the success of the Tuba concerto but was an even more mature, well thought-out work.

The Highland Shire audience wouldn't let the players leave the stage without repeating the final movement “Hoedown” for a second time. It was unique in invention and counterpoint. The bits and pieces of the melody the different soloists were playing sounded familiar, but it seemed like they just couldn't get it together until it came time for Billy to play his solo. He pounded his left elbow on the bass keys and slapped his full arm up the keys to make a rude crashing sound and repeated the action with his right arm in the opposite direction. He then jumped with his nimble fingers to begin to play the most unusual cadenza ever written for a concerto.

Everything built to that moment and at the very height of the passage, it all came together to make perfect sense. Billy cranked out a stunning version of Stephen Foster's Camptown Ladies and played it all the way through like a virtuoso two-bit honky-tonk saloon player with aspirations of becoming a great pianist. It was as difficult as it was amusing. The rest of the soloist and the string orchestra joined him for the last complete restatement of the tune like a race to the finish line. It was a loud stirring ending what brought down the house. The CD orders for the concert passed the million mark before the second half of the concert was over.

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With everything going on in Billy's world, he still found time for his extended family. After the concert, Billy took a look at Martha Ropopopadopolous and smiled. He called George aside and asked him how his refurbished penis was working out for him. George blushed but assured Billy it was working just fine, and his new foreskin couldn't be more comfortable. He was so proud of it he couldn't thank Billy enough. He told Billy he felt like a complete man. He and his wife were pleased with the results. It was more comfortable for her and made their love life much better.

“I can tell you been busy, Mr. G. Has your wife told you she's pregnant?” Billy asked.

“No! She ain't said a word. Are you sure, Master Billy? Wait a minute! Come to think on it, she did say something about missing her period. How can you tell?” George asked.

“I can see her aura,” Billy said, “She's with child,” he added firmly.

“You think I might have another son, Master Billy?” the big Greek cowboy asked cautiously.

“Don't know. Ask her if we can have a small taste of her blood?” Billy urged him.

George brought Martha over to Billy, Oatie, Bubba, Nick, and Kate. Billy took a pin from his hat, gently pricked her finger, and squeezed out a couple of drops. Kate was there with alcohol and a band-aide at-the-ready. Each man took a drop for himself. They tasted Martha's blood like four wine mavens sampling an early vintage, looked at each other with disbelief, and started laughing.

“What so funny, Master Billy?” George asked puzzled.

“How many son's did you plan on having, Mr. G.?” Billy asked.

“One, maybe two, sir, but as you know my record for males is a low count,” George lamented.

“Oh, I don't know. I think you done knocked one out of the park this time for the home-team what will raise your batting average considerably. Hell, they's a full bobsled team in 'nere!” Billy exclaimed, slapped his knee, and the other men joined him.

“Four boys?” he asked.

“That handsome thing between your legs must work better than we thought, Mr. G. We're gonna' have to start calling you Macho-man. Either that or your family is eat'n better and your wife's body thinks she can handle four boys,” Billy said.

“Oh, my God!” George said in awe, “She had such problems with our other boy, how can she give birth to four?” he asked.

“Not to worry. You got us to give you folks a hand. We won't let nothing bad happen to Martha. We'll let her carry them until she's slightly smaller than our barn, we'll remove them without major surgery, and place them in four surrogate parents until they's fully develop. Them boys will stay put for the last trimester and their surrogate parents will give second birth to them; that is, if we can get 'em out,” Billy said and laughed again.

“Where you gonna' find four women who will except an unborn fetus and hook 'em up?” George asked.

“Not women, sir. Four watchers. Them males got pouches like a Kangaroo and you know they got the sweetest milk. You got three more a' them critters around your ranch?” Billy asked.

“Yeah, we got half a dozen or more. They managed to get over here and were sitting on the bank with them others. We feed 'em, but they're wild. We only got one we give a name, and he provides my boy and youngest daughter with all the milk they can drink. Maybe that's why my wife's been craving some of Burglar's milk," he volunteered.

"You named your watcher 'Burglar'?" Billy asked and got everyone laughing.

“Naw, the kids named him. They said he looks like the McDonald's ham-burglar, but lately they started calling him Ham. He's the most lovable critter we got on the ranch. I ask him if he was confused, and he told me 'no.' Said he was honored. Most watchers only get one name but he's proud he's got two,” George replied and everyone broke up laughing.

“You better officially adopt three more and give 'em names. Be honest with them. Ask if they's willing to become a second parent to one of your four boys what are in the oven,” Billy said and smiled.

George and Martha just looked at each other and shook their heads in wonder. They were more happy than ever they became part of the greater Daniels family.

* * * * * * *
After the concert, people began to leave and the members of the orchestra gated back to Uncle Tom's Cabin in the Woodlands. There were only a few the Daniels invited to have supper with them. Supper consisted of food left over from the barbecue earlier in the day, but it was still tasty.

Bubba was sitting with his posse. He brought Orville with him for the day and he was looking more fine every time he appeared in public. Bubba wasted no time setting him up with trainers on his ranch and they worked him hard to build his body to please his master. Only a few on Captain Nick's ship could be compared with him; however, Marcus and Wilbur were coming on strong. It seemed Bubba attracted the men who were more interested in body building and many of the new Warrior-Angel and Watcher-Protectors gravitated to the same areas to be with them.

Bubba invited Doug, Grover, Hoss, and Jack to sit with him at his table. “You men driving back to your ranch this e'nin?” he asked Hoss.

“Naw, sir, Master Bubba. We been invited to spend the day here on the ranch starting with Sunday dinner. Jack and I thought we might stay at your place this e'nin if it's all right with you,” Hoss said.

“Fine with me. I like having guests at my place. Makes the place come alive. How 'bout you, Son?” Bubba asked Doug.

“Master Billy invited me and Paw-paw to stay the night on Captain Nick's ship. We accepted his invitation, sir,” Doug replied.

Bubba didn't say anything but got a big grin on his face. “It's nice to have family you can rely on,” he said quietly, “Makes life just a little sweeter,” he said and winked at Doug.

“They don't make 'em no sweeter than my surrogate granddad, Master Bubba,” Doug replied.

“I cain't gainsay that, Son. You listen to that old man, Young'un. He won't never steer you wrong,” Bubba said almost like he was envious of Doug and Grover's relationship.

Doug gently moved his knee against Grover's leg and felt his Paw-paw's hand on his knee. No words were needed.

End of Chapter 85 ~ Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
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