7Stars

Him Who Made The Seven Stars
Waddie Greywolf

Chapter 91

“All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake up in the day to find it was vanity, but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.” ~ T. E. Lawrence, Seven Pillars of Wisdom: A Triumph

Billy and his men, except for his Uncle Nate and his mate Tron Garrett, ate supper on the ship. Billy figured there was enough of the Daniels family present at the big house, they didn't need his support. Besides, he felt he would be short changing his Grand-uncle Gus, and he wasn't sure he could keep his big mouth shut around a rabid fundamental-Pentecostal Cafeteria Christianist. He made a mental note, getting Wilma moved to Fredericksburg as soon as possible would become top priority for the coming week. He invited his two doctor in-laws to accompany his Uncle Nathan and Tron Garrett when they finished their supper with their families in the big house and to bring Jenny and Jack with them to Captain Nick's ship.

The Ondine families were having supper on the ship with Billy, his posse, and extended family. Billy offered to make an adjustment on Pierre Ondine's older brother, Blondell, to correct his genetic flaw, so he and his wife Angelica could have more children if they wished without worry of passing his defective gene. All the Ondine men, Pierre, Dermont, Giles, and of course little René wanted to accompany René's dad Blondell to give him their support. Since Bayrum Listrine, René's keeper, fledged about the same time as Pierre, he would be joining them to add his support to gather the life forces from the ethos to add strength and speed to Master Billy and his posse. Little René had his very own guardian angel.

The ladies of the Ondine family knew it would be a 'men-thing' and decided to wait in the garden of the Castle where they would be catered to and enjoy more Texas Tea and biscuits after dinner. Blondell found the tea much to his liking and suggested he and his family might be interested in a joint international distribution effort. Billy and his men explained their first harvest would take place at the end of August.

After supper, they were joined by Elliot and Jack Rigby, and Don and Jenny Robertson. Billy told them he would take care of his family's flaws at the same time and explained the necessity to the doctors for nudity during the process; however, until Jenny could lie under his hands, she would be given a small robe to wear and Billy would cover her private parts with a small towel. He would have Don lie under him after Jenny to make certain his genetic flaw was corrected in case he and his wife decided to have another child. Billy further explained he wouldn't do any major adjustment for Jack until he and his family came to a mutual agreement over what would be best for him. Billy wanted to taste a sample of Jack's blood to see what his blood told him about his body. He was surprised to learn, Elliot, being a doctor, never ran a DNA test on his child who was obviously under stress.

Before he would allow Blondell Ondine to lie under his hands, Billy checked his wife's blood and likewise Pierre's wife for any flaws in their DNA and shared the samples with his major staff. They found no anomalies and felt safe to proceed with an adjustment for the fine looking French man. Blondell Ondine found the procedure not only one of wonder and amazement, he found it quite erotic and stimulating, much to his son's delight. Blondell asked his son if he reacted the same way and René assured him he and his keeper, Master Listrine, experienced the same physical phenomenon.

Don and Elliot heard rumors of angels but didn't give the idea much credit until Billy and his complete clan of Cowboy-Angels disappeared and reappeared fully fledged in a splendid array of multi-colored wings. Billy and Bubba's wings were the most spectacular and the two doctors were stunned. Even their beloved father-in-law, the Colonel, and his escort were Angels and stood ready to feed Master Billy the power he needed to make physical corrections on his guests.

“Dear God, if I could only have Billy and his posse for one day at the VA Hospital, could you imagine the amount of relief we could bring to some of our worst patients?” Elliot whispered to his brother-in-law.

“Hell, I'd settle for a new set of teeth,” Don replied and grinned.

Jenny wasn't the least frightened. She was the center of attention and knew her big brother, Master Billy, wouldn't do anything to harm her. With the power from the gathered Cowboy-Angels, it didn't take Billy long to make the necessary corrections Jenny required so she could lead a more normal life. She would never be completely 'normal' as she possessed an IQ which was off the charts. Billy made damn sure he enhanced her musical abilities and set her communication paths free from obstructions. When Billy was finished with Jenny, he helped her dress and handed her to her Granddad to hold. Billy slapped the table with the flat of his hand, “You're next Daddy Don!” he exclaimed like it was an order.

“Me? Why me?” he asked.

“I don't want to have to make corrections on your son you're going to have next year so's my Great Uncle can have two grandsons. I'll correct your flaw, and we'll be done,” Billy explained.

“Go for it, Brother! I got chore' back!” Elliot encouraged his brother-in-law.

Don dutifully laid on the leather covered bench and immediately popped a nice boner.

“Shame on you, Cousin Don. The very idea getting an erection before a bevy of Angels,” Billy chastised him and everyone in the room laughed.

“I'm sorry, I couldn't help it. I feel like I'm about to star in a porn movie,” he laughed.

“We'll keep your eagerness in mind for the next kinky movie we plan, Brother. Would you look at that, Gentlemen, a star is born in our dungeon. Master Bart, how's that script coming along you're writing for that sci-fi porn film, 'The Invasion Of The Renegade Virgin Warriors From Venus?'” Billy asked and got another laugh from his group. Elliot laughed hardest. “Your brother-in-law thought it was pert-dang funny, Don. Wonder how he'll do when we get him up here to test his blood and make any necessary adjustment?” Billy said and Don laughed. It only took Billy a few minutes with Don under him and he was finished.

Billy took a sample of Elliot's blood, but he didn't find anything out of the ordinary which made him wonder about his wife, Dorothy. He would check Dorothy's blood later. Perhaps there wasn't anything in either parent's DNA to account for Jack's sexual anomaly. He just might be one of mother nature's oopsies. Billy drew a small syringe from Jack's arm. He filled one small vial, sealed it, and handed it to Jack's dad, Elliot. Billy told him to take it to work with him at the VA and have them run a DNA analysis to confirm what Billy and his posse discover from tasting Jack's blood.

Billy passed around the sample to Oatie, Nick, Bubba, Clyde, Meat, and young Bart. With Seth's help, Bart educated himself in the healing arts, and they came to the same conclusion: Jack's DNA proved Jack Elliot was genetically a young man, but not only an average man but Jack's DNA contained an extra Y chromosome. He was a rare XYY male. Jack was right. He was a man in the wrong body. Later, when Billy and his team checked Jack's mother's DNA, they found Dorothy Elliot also had a dormant extra Y chromosome. Elliot Rigby was flabbergasted and somewhat embarrassed. Maybe it was his way of dismissing and sublimating a difficult situation than doing the footwork and research necessary to form a plan which might be best for his intersexual daughter and resolve a greater family tension.

Billy reasoned with him and offered a solution, “Take Jack's blood sample with you. Surely you have pull with the VA and can get a buddy to run a DNA test for you. Take a blood sample from your wife and compare it with Jack's. Perhaps, you will more readily understand how Jack might have inherited his extra male chromosomes from his mother. Then, the two of you sit down and talk it over and see what you can come up with and get back to us. In the meantime, I'm going to ask you to leave Jack here at the ranch with your wife's family for the rest of the summer. After next week, her granddad will be a regular around here and at his ranch after we move Wilma. I made Jack a promise, here on our ranch, I will treat him like any other young buckaroo, and he can get a taste of what it's really like to live as a young cowboy,” Billy said.

Billy didn't say anything to Jack about spending the summer on the ranch, but he did discuss it with his Uncle Gus, Jack's granddad, and the Colonel thought it was a wonderful idea. The Colonel even volunteered to have Jack spend some quality time with him and his new developing family. The Colonel backed Billy's plan, which made it an even stronger plea for Jack to stay the summer with them. “Please, Dad! It would be like heaven for me to live as a cowboy with my big brother, Master Billy, and my Granddad for the rest of the summer. I'm not comfortable living with my sisters because I don't have much in common with them. They want to talk about girl stuff, and I ain't interested in that,” Jack pleaded.

“How would your other young cowboys feel about it, Billy?” Elliot asked.

“You wanna' take that one, Bossman?” Billy deferred to his little brother.

“Jack's my brother, just like my other brothers on this here ranch. He don't have to have no penis to be my brother. Hell, I got me a handful of 'bubbas' in this crowd of men what ain't got no cock hanging from their bodies most of the time. I plan to introduce my new brother to them, let them talk freely for a spell, and get to know one another. It always helps to talk with another cowboy what finds his'self in the same situation to help you on down the road,” Randy said like a true cowboy.

“Damnation, Little Brother! I couldn't a' put it no better myself. You get an extra hour in the tubs tonight for that,” Billy said, and everyone laughed.

“I'm not sure I understand,” Elliot said.

“Willie Whistlepie, Erin Moscaro, Zeus, Wilbur, and Buck! Front and center!” Billy ordered, and the men made their way through the crowd. Five well developed males stood naked before their master and each man had a cunt between his legs.

“Yeeesss!” shouted Jack, grabbed Randy around his neck and planted a big brotherly kiss on his cheek.

“Woah! Easy there, Bro! You don't wanna' take a chance on waking up the monster what lies sleep'n down South of ma' border. He's libel to scare half these poor cowboys to death,” Randy said drolly using his best cowboy hyperbole. Everyone laughed at the little shit. He was outrageously funny at the right moment.

“Hosanna!” shouted Randy's buddy, Jethro.

“Hosanna, in the highest,” the rest echoed and laughed.

“Morph for these good men, Buck,” Billy ordered. Buck immediately complied. They watched as his small cunt began to morph and didn't stop until it was a proud handsome cowboy cock of considerable proportion.

“Wilbur?” Billy asked and Wilbur morphed his cunt to an equally handsome male member.

Billy continued, “Get the idea, Gentlemen. Zeus and Erin can't morph, but their husbands can do it for them. They's valid reasons they're under their husband's control we won't go into right now. Willie, here, is the only one who can't morph, because he was born the way he is, but we been talking with him about it. I told him I would work with him if he wanted to change or enhance what he's got. He actually has both, and his small penis is fully capable of fertilizing a woman or himself. Another man can get Willie pregnant, but he's careful to take contraceptives. The men who can morph back and forth are in relationships with other men who were originally heterosexual but were forced to have sex with other males because of extenuating circumstance. Their bonded male partners have chosen to provide the comfort they were so long without. Greater love hath no man than him who can provide his mate with his chosen bliss,” Billy said.

“Hosanna!” shouted Randy.

“Hosanna, in the highest!” shouted the rest of the gathered men.

“That's amazing,” said Elliot in awe.

“It's a bonanza for me!” Jack exclaimed, walked over to Little Willie Whistle Pie, threw his arms around the big intersexual truck driver, and began to cry.

Willie's heart melted, and he squatted down to hold Jack in his arms. “We got us a lot to talk about, Little Brother,” Willie said as tears ran down his big cheeks. “Come on, Pa Rigby, have a heart! Let chore' boy, Jack, stay here on the ranch and his brothers will help him find himself. I swear to you, he will become the son you always wanted and felt cheated 'cause you didn't. He'll pave the way for his new little brother, and become the best big brother a kid could hope for,” Willie said with genuine emotions.

“Bart, could we use the extra room in your apartment?” the Colonel asked, “We could look after my grandson and his great-granddad can ride herd on him while we're gone. Baug and Jack could be a big help relocating Grandma Halfablap to Fredericksburg,” the Colonel added.

“I don't see why not. I think it's a great idea, but it's always best to ask our host's permission, Master Gus,” Bart replied.

“I'm glad I got you on board, Son. I was just about to step in one a' them big cow-pies,” the Colonel said, and he got a laugh from the men. “I apologize, Nephew, would it be a comfortable arrangement for you, sir?” Gus asked.

“No apology necessary, Uncle Gus. Of course, it would be a great idea, but before we go any further, did you tell Baug I need him to remain on the ranch while you and Master Langstrom travel back to Houston?” Billy asked and winked at his great uncle. Baug was standing close to the Colonel and Bart, but he had his back to Billy. The Colonel instantly realized Billy was covering his ass to keep Baug from thinking he wasn't wanted.

“No, I didn't, but thank you for reminding me, sir,” Gus replied.

“Excuse me, Colonel, but I thought I was suppose to be your protector and accompany you everywhere, sir,” Baug said almost in a hurt tone.

Billy spoke up, “You are, and you will be his protector, Slave, but you need to learn a few things first. I want you to spend a couple of hours a day for a week under one of our cloud chambers monitored by our on-board intelligence. Seth will teach you the things you need to know to become an excellent protector for you family. I trust the Irin and the Grigori informed you there is a chain of command for Watchers on our planet. While you will be the slave of the Colonel and answer to him, I am the Supreme Grand-Master of every Watcher here on Earth. My word supersedes my uncle's. Right now, I need your help relocating Uncle Gus's ex-wife, Wilma, into a new apartment in Fredericksburg. As you probably know, we have a strained and somewhat uncomfortable situation with Mrs. Halfablap remaining on our ranch. We need to get her moved ASAP, and you have experience dealing with her. We don't expect you to kiss her butt or kowtow to her religious nonsense, but you know how to be polite and forbear her tendency to be somewhat vicious and rude from time to time. I'm almost certain it's why our relatives on Retikki Prime gave you such an exceptionally large body to protect you from her slings and arrows,” Billy said and got a laugh from several men.

Billy continued, “You will also be needed to help Deek and Bafra get my uncle's ranch going again and who better to know about everything on the property than you. Furthermore, I need you to help my staff work on getting the remaining children reunited with their parents. I also want you to spend a couple of afternoons with Master Bubba Kirkendall and his staff learning some new techniques in making your ranch self-sufficient. Don't worry yore'self none, you will be so busy, the week will fly by and the Colonel and Bart will be back before you have time to miss them,” Billy said firmly but with a healthy dollop of compassion.

“Is it your wish, Master?” Baug asked his master.

“Master Billy asked if we could spare you to get these personal things out of the way as quickly as possible with a minimum of trauma, so's we can begin to live our lives together when we return without dissonance and discord, and I agreed. You will be doing our family a great service to help us get these things done and out of our way, Baug. I must admit, in essence, you will not only be sweeping the dust of your master's failed marriage under the carpet, but you will also be saving your son a great deal of personal angst and discomfort having to deal with a potentially crippling emotional situation,” the Colonel replied, “Heroes are not exclusive to the battlefield. The real unsung heroes are those who come in afterward and clean up the mess. I will not forget your act of heroism. It will only be one more of many bad situations you have patiently seen me through over the years what already won my heart,” he added.

“I will do as my masters wish, sir. I will serve Master Billy well and make you proud of me, Master Gus. I will look forward to you and Master Bart's return, sir,” Baug said without much enthusiasm. There was no doubt in anyone's mind he was disappointed.

“That's fine, Slave. We will miss you, but we will look forward to rejoining with you as our family backbone when we return,” the Colonel said.

“It is my hope you can get by without a backbone, Master, but as long as you have Master Bart with you, I won't worry, sir,” Baug said.

“I agree. We are, indeed, fortunate to have him join us as part of our new family,” the Colonel replied.

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The Ondine families thanked Billy and his staff for their help. There were many hugs and kisses exchanged with promises to keep in touch and to return to the ranch soon. The two doctors returned to the big house for the evening with their family, and after much begging from Jack, and assurances from Billy and his posse, Elliot consented to let Jack stay the rest of the summer on the ranch in Billy and his father-in-law's care. Elliot was worried about clothes, but Billy told him not to fret, they would outfit Jack like they would any of their other cowboys. Jack was ecstatic. He had a million questions for the five men who didn't seem the least shy standing before the crowd of men and Cowboy-Angels with their bodies morphed to female. It was an accepted fact among the men and no one seemed the least disturbed.

After the guests left, the men decided to retire to the hot tubs for their usual Saturday evening soak and get together. Jack sat between Willie Whistlepie and Wilbur the whole evening. The other sexual change-lings were sitting close enough they could join in the conversation. Billy, Nick, the Colonel, and Bart were sitting directly across from them. The Colonel was touched by the open and honest exchanged between his grandson, Jack, and the men he was sitting with. Randy and his posse were among them and for their age, everyone was impressed by their empathy and understanding for the young intersexual cowboy.

It came time for the younger cowboy's curfew, and they were taken to the big house for bedding down for the night. Randy was tired. He wanted to leave with his brothers and took a rain-check on Billy's offer for another hour of soaking. Each young cowboy came to Jack for a full body-to-body hug and a kiss to say goodnight and wish him well. No adult said a word, and Jack couldn't have been more emotionally moved by the boys' honesty and sincere wishes for his future and good fortune. The young cowboy felt like he found a new home.

The evening came to an end, and Jack followed his granddad, Bart Langstrom, and his great-granddad in the form of a huge watcher protector. They climbed the back stairs to the floor where Bart's apartment was located. They were naked as was the tradition around the castle; especially traveling to and from the dungeon by the back stairs. When they showed Jack his room, he almost broke down and cried. It was an enormous area with a huge bed. Jack was overwhelmed. You could put four rooms the size of his bedroom at home in the room, and the bed was large enough to sleep a little league team. Jack didn't know if he could handle such a feeling of being so alone. The Colonel sensed he grandson's hesitation. “Try it on for size, Son. If you get scared during the night, you can always go next door and crawl in bed with your Great-Granddad,” Gus assured him. Baug confirmed what the Colonel said and Jack smiled.

“Thanks, Granddad, but if I'm gonna' be a cowboy, I need to learn to act like one,” Jack said bravely.

“I understand, that's all well and good, but remember, even cowboys need an extra hand from time to time, and a real cowboy ain't neither afraid nor ashamed to admit they need a little help to get them over a rough spot. Ask your Great-Granddad. There were many times when I was troubled, I went to his bed at night and crawled into his big arms. He never denied me or told me to grow up. He was gracious to a fault and always made my burden lighter to carry, so's I could manage. I weren't no kid neither. I was a mature adult, and I ain't ashamed to admit it. Now, he's back with us, I just may need him again sometime. I might need to take advantage of his great strength and compassion to get me through a disturbing night when I'm being chased by them God-awful screaming green-meanies. Ain't a safer port on this big planet to run to than his big forgiving arms. Your Great-Granddad Baug is a renewable resource of love what never stops giving. It's just one of many reason he's been sent back by greater powers in the universe to watch-over and guard our branch of the Daniels family,” the Colonel said and gave Jack another hug.

* * * * * * *
Later, when they were alone in Bart's room, holding each other, and making a little innocent love, Bart laughed unexpectedly.

“That was a wicked laugh if'n I ever heard one,” the Colonel said.

“You ain't too worried about me falling in love with you, are you, Colonel?” Bart asked.

“I'll admit, it has crossed my mind, what with the large distance in our ages, Son, and my conscience has plagued me sometimes with crippling insecurities about how much more handsome and attractive you are than this ugly old goat,” Gus replied.

“Bullshit!” Bart said and laughed again, “Them two items never crossed my mind from the first moment I saw you, even before you were restored. When I reached out and offered to be your escort, I saw a man who was broken by war, yet wise and somewhat weary with the weight of the world on his shoulders, who would make me a fine friend and companion no matter his short comings or length of time he had left on this planet. I was willing to give you a chance just as you were. As you might have observed, I don't fall in love easily, nor do I give it a great deal of thought, because after what I been through, I learned one great lesson from life and the cowboy way: never expect anything, but enjoy the bits and pieces of love and compassion what come your way or unexpectedly fall into your lap, and treasure them like a kid would covet his best bag of marbles with a cat's eye shooter.

“If I ever needed a greater reason for falling in love with you, Old Man, I couldn't think of a better one than your 'screaming-green-meanies' soliloquy to your grandson this e'nin. I would have given anything to have someone tell me such a wonderful thing when I was a kid; that it's all right to reach out to those who love you for a helping hand. What a beautiful gift for him or for anyone, and the greatest part is, it cost you absolutely nothing to share your love and advice with him. Jack is going to need all the help we can give him, and I know you will be behind him a hundred percent,” Bart finished his own elegant soliloquy. They lay together, holding each other, and Bart stole another gentle kiss.

“Does that mean you're falling in love with me, Mister Langstrom?” Gus asked quietly.

“No, Master Gus, it means I have fallen in love with you, and if you will have me, I will follow you down any path you choose for us, sir,” Bart replied.

“Just throwing ideas out on the table, if I were to propose, would you consider marriage or becoming my love slave?” the Colonel asked.

“What's the difference?” Bart asked and smiled.

“None! I think they done become synonymous in our minds. I know I can't see them Warriors and other members of Master Billy's family who are so solid and comfortably bonded with each other without think'n on how they ain't sit'n around worrying none too much about labels. I got one particular couple in mind I wouldn't mind emulating in a relationship with you,” Gus allowed.

“Marcus and Wilbur?” Bart asked.

“Exactly! Them's the two. They just seem to have an aura about them, an understanding closeness I always wanted to experience with another human; didn't matter if'n it was with a woman or a man. Outside of Baug's compassion with no strings, when I's grow'n up, I never got the chance,” Gus lamented almost like it was a deep sorrow he was sharing with Bart. “I meant what I said to Baug earlier this evening. Fuck all them medals I got, he was, and still is my greatest hero,” Gus added.

“I agree. I share your feelings. I envy Marcus and Wilbur's relationship, and I find myself associating with them more than the other couples on the ship. There's a basic goodness and wholesomeness about them I want for myself to share with someone of a like mind. I also think on Hank and Buck as a fine pair of role models I could easily find myself emulating. We could have the same kind of relationship as them men, Master Gus, but the best part is, we can make it uniquely ours to fit our needs and goals for the future,” Bart said quietly.

“I'd like that, Son. I'd like that very much,” the Colonel replied, and they approved their conversation with a special kiss. They broke it off and lay together for a minute feeling their cocks growing strong between them. “But, I still insist, we have no hanky-panky between us; at least, until we return from our trip and have the blessings from our new family,” he added.

“Are you sure about that, Master Gus? That one-eyed monster with the handsome hood what keeps poking me in ma' belly seems to have a mind of his own. I know a happy, enthusiastic camper when I feel one. He seems pert-damn pleased and stimulated with what he sees and feels, and he ain't gonna' be satisfied with no empty excuse or no highfalutin platitudes about the the right or proper thing to do. Mean'n no disrespect, it seems to me like you already done tried it that away once't before. You even agreed to have the best part of your penis removed. Tell me and Buster Brown down 'nere between your legs, how did all them premarital protocols and your wife's family's social demands turn out for you, sir?” Bart asked and grinned.

“Oh, Christ Almighty! Don't remind me of my tainted and ignorant past, Son. To think of ever' damn thing I done for that gotdamned woman, but she weren't never satisfied. For them three fucks, she so generously let me have, I was forced to listen to how I was never good enough for her. I sincerely don't think Jesus his'self could make that woman happy in the sack. If that weren't enough, after we fucked, she insisted we get down on our knees, hold hands, and say sentence prayers; first to God, and then to Jesus asking their forgiveness for doing 'the nasty' with each other. Except for my three daughters, my relationship and marriage to Wilma was a total disaster, a living nightmare, and I never want to come close to repeat'n anything so sordid as that again. I'd just as soon load my sidearm and blow my brains out,” Gus said firmly.

“Help your humble Cowboy Escort understand, Colonel. Would you commit to buying a new pair of boots without trying them on for comfort and fit? I shore' as Hell wouldn't! I don't know of any cowboy what would. But before you answer, you should know, I done learned the app to morph my genitals to provide another cowboy of my choosing with a pert-damn good piece of ass, even if I do say so myself. I ain't never had me no chance to try it wiff' another cowboy, but I ain't been out beat'n the bushes looking for one neither until you come along. I've used several rubber husbands on myself to experiment and found it downright tolerable and much to my liking. I guaran-damn-tee ya,' it works just fine. Notwithstanding three rubber-husbands of different sizes, I'm still a virgin to another cowboy. It might take me three good fucks to get it adjusted to be nice and cozy for my master's find new cock.

"Fortunately, I also have the app to make it fit your size perfectly. I can make it as loose or tight for you as you might require. In essence, I can fine-tune it to be the sweetest fuck you every experienced. I should think three freebie fucks, to see if my saddle will fit yore' fine horse without making a strong commitment, couldn't hurt none, sir. Oh, yes, and my cowboy-cunt won't allow no cowboy's cock what's been cut to fuck it,” Bart said and grinned. He could already feel the Colonel was aroused, but after Bart's last comment, he could feel the Colonel's old warrior stand strong and proud like a salute to Old Glory as if he were standing naked on a street corner and the flag with a brass military band went marching past.

“Do you need to hear me say I love you before we fuck, Son?” the Colonel asked.

“Would you tell a handsome pair of boots you loved them before you tried 'em on, sir? I expect not for the first three times, anyway; they's jes' to get you hooked,” Bart said, and they laughed together. “And I promise, I won't hold you to no prayers afterward unless you wanna' call out to praise Jesus or thank some unknown god for the good fuck'n when you shoot your heavy load of hot baby-batter into my cowboy-cunt. I'll even settle for one 'Hosanna.' That would be real nice and thoughtful of you. It jes' might oil the hinges of our affection for each other,” Bart said and laughed.

“You been right so far, but I ain't sticking my old cock in no pair of boots. I'll be fuck'n a handsome cowboy I done come to admire what makes it easy for me to love him. I ain't never had such an uncomplicated, uncluttered road laid out before me, but I'm sure you'll make the journey of falling in love one of equal humor, respect, and admiration. I'm bet'n one good fuck will do it for me, Son,” Gus said.

“Like a big catfish on my line, Master Gus?” Bart asked and grinned.

“Reel me in, Son, put me on yore' stringer, throw me over your shoulder, and take me home for supper, whistling a happy tune!” the Colonel exclaimed and laughed.

Big Gus Daniels watched in awe and wonder as his young escort morphed his sizable handsome cowboy cock into a female vagina. “Not a word to my dad about your ability to morph. We don't have to share ever' gotdamn thing between us with him. You know I love him, but I want a few things to keep to myself,” Gus said firmly.

“I understand, Master Gus, but what about Jack? We should consider him if'n we's to be role models” Bart asked.

“Good point, Son. I may have to re-bake my last comment. If Jack knows you're a man and sharing your morphed body with his granddaddy, it might ease his transition to a full cowboy a mite easier; however, what if Master Billy was to give him the tackle, and he decides he likes to giddy-up with the other cowboys? In today's world, it ain't inconceivable,” the Colonel mused.

“I agree but unlike yesterday, I don't see no problem. Knowing Master Billy like I do, he'll give Jack the whole enhanced enchilada to become one of his cowboys, and once Jack goes through puberty, he fledges, he can make that decision for himself without pressure. If you got a banquet set before you, it's assumed you'll pick and choose what you want,” Bart allowed, “Look at me! I never considered, in my wildest imaginings, I would ever meet a man for whom I'd consider morphing, but mainly out of curiosity, I made damn sure I learned the app from Seth, just in case. Now, here I am, morphed, ready to lie beneath the buckaroo of my dreams and hand him the reins,” Bart added.

“That ain't only a convincing argument, Son, you just ripped my old heart out and done handed it back to me on a silver platter. You won me over, Cowboy. It seems like ever' hour on the hour you's check'n me on some archaic notion I got stuck in my craw, and it confirms what my inner voices keep telling me; don't fuck this one up, hold on tight to them reins, and lock the gate to keep you in my corral. Nevertheless, I want us to have a few things to ourselves. We ain't gotta' tell Baug right away. Let's keep him guessing for a while, if we can,” Gus said.

“I like that idea better, Master,” Bart agreed.

“Thanks, Son, then I know I'm on the right track,” Gus said and stole another quick kiss.

“If we can, is another wise comment, Master. Ain't much passes by our big giant relative, sir,” Bart declared.

“That's fine. I just don't want him in our bedroom with us while we's sharing what pleasures our bodies can provide us,” Gus said.

“Hate to check you again, Bossman, but you should know by now, every damn thing we do is being recorded and sent out into the universe as a reality show from Master Billy's world and family,” Bart said and grinned.

“You's shit'n me, Cowboy!” the Colonel exclaimed.

“I shit chu' not, Bossman! Cowboy's word of honor!” Bart replied equally strong, holding up his right hand.

“Fuck it! A real cowboy would never let such a thought curb his passion for somebody he loves. Let's give them clowns a show what will boost the Daniels' ratings, Pod'na,” Gus said firmly.

“Your bronc is in the chute ready to go. Cowboy up, Bossman!” Bart encouraged him as he reached for a tube of lubricant and slathered up the Colonel's impressive cock. “Remember, I'm a virgin, and you don't have to break my hymen. It will take you a little longer to stretch it to accommodate you, but once you do, it'll be were-fit for bow'fus,” Bart said.

For a man his age, not having many opportunities for sex, the Colonel was not unlike many men. He was woefully unschooled as to how to take a virgin for the first time, and so many years passed since he first took his wife, he remembered little about it except the whole time she was yelling he was hurting her. He would stop and after a while she would tell him to continue until finally he got a long enough ride to ejaculate; then, she cried for hours afterward. She made him feel like an animal claiming he was too large, and she was too small. After their third daughter, Jennifer, was born, he gave up trying. It's difficult to imagine, a man of his stature and virility never cheated on his wife with either sex, but old Hank Halfablap was a man of his word and honored his marriage vows. Bart would be his first since the collapse of the Colonel's marriage.

Gus wondered if he was still clinging to his old mores about wedlock and virtue by wanting to wait a while before he and Bart made the beast with two backs; at least until he could file the papers for divorce. He convinced himself it was over between him and Wilma except for the formalities, and with Bart, there were no formalities. It would become raw animal sex until they sat down and discussed plans for their future together. Screw Wilma and her religious nonsense, Gus was quite certain and totally convinced this was the way two people should come together for their first time.

Bart made it easy for him. If he pushed too hard or became a little too aggressive, Bart would check him and show him a different move to stretch him. Gus got into it, and it became almost a game for them, until Bart suddenly dilated and opened the gate to a more heavenly kingdom on Earth than the Colonel ever dreamed possible. The gate was thrown open for the big military stud, and his partner beneath welcomed him home like a conquering hero into the depths of his warm and comfortable body. It was like no other feeling Gus ever felt before and certainly nothing like fucking his ex-wife. It was a moment of epiphany for him, so strong, he was sure he died and went to heaven.

It was so physically and emotionally moving for Gus, he lost control of his salivary glands and began to drool at the corners of his mouth. His effluence fell onto poor Bart's face and into his eyes. Bart was warned by Seth, it sometimes happened in the height of a bull's passion, and if Bart was very lucky, it was one of the greatest compliments a partner could unwittingly bestow upon him. To touch the core of a man's soul so deeply, to provide him with a moment of supreme ecstasy he could never imagine, and to cause him to lose control of his bodily functions was to allow him to connect with his most primitive animal instincts across eons of time. Bart's comfortable fitting boot tripped a switch from prehistoric times and became so emotionally staggering for the Colonel, it released his primal raw-animal psyche. Gus heaved and shot three huge blasts of his hot, freshly churned, baby-batter deep into Bart; then, he collapsed on top of his mate and began to sob uncontrollably.

Amid sweet bull-slobber, and copious tears, Bart held the Colonel and tried his best to soothe his partner's feelings of ultimate completion. “There, there, Bossman. Let it out. Go with the moment. Get it out of your system. Enjoy the release. You done good, Cowboy! Ain't no doubt about it. You won the rodeo. You stayed on your buck'n bronc for the full ride to win the bull ride'n belt buckle, Pod'na. It shore' felt better than the time I ended up on the horn of another bull. As a matter of fact, you done got me off at the same time. You're one Hell of a buckaroo, Cowboy, what will always be welcome in my saddle,” Bart encouraged him.

“Am I too heavy? You want me to pull out, Son?” Gus asked when he got himself together a bit.

“Oh, Hell, no! You just earned that trip through them pearly gates. Welcome to heaven, Cowboy. Hand me one a them towels so's I can dry us, and we can stay together until we're ready for seconds,” Bart said.

“You're amazing, Son. I knew the first time I laid my old tired eyes on you, I wanted you in the worst way, but I didn't know how? I didn't even have a cock, but I imagined how wonderful it would be just to lie down by your side and hold you in my arms. You done took me by the hand and led me down the right path,” Gus said, grabbed a hand-towel, wiped the saliva from his face, the tears from his eyes, and gently did the same for Bart. Bart took it and helped. He laid it aside and opened his arms for his Bossman to come to him.

“Can I get me one a them wet, sloppy, buckaroo kisses, Pod'na?” Bart asked, and Gus gave him what he asked for. As they kissed Bart moved his hips under Gus, reached back to his partner's butt, grabbed a cheek in each hand, and slowly pulled him the rest of the way into his dark secret chamber. Gus let out a groan like he was damn near another ejaculation. “Easy, Bossman. Take a deep breath. Slow and easy. Relax and enjoy the feeling. It's so good to feel you inside me. Do I have all of you?” Bart asked.

“I'm bottomed out, Son. I ain't got another smidgen to give you. You done got every inch of your Daddy-bull inside your handsome body,” Gus said.

“I can make it tighter for you. Am I tight enough?” Bart asked.

“No, no, you're just fine. If I'm gonna' be your Bossman, Son, I hope you consider forgiving me for jump'n the gun my first time wiff' you. I swear on the name of some unknown god you were talk'n about earlier, I will learn to take better care of you if you work with me and teach me to be the husband, master, daddy-bull, you want and need,” Master Gus said.

“You're doing fine, Colonel, and I have no doubt you will become my Bossman, my Master, and my Bull-dad. Since I ain't never had me one, I got 'daddy' issues what need to be addressed, but this is a good step toward bonding us as such no matter how convoluted it might seem to an outsider. Besides, the second fuck is always the best,” Bart said.

“If you's a virgin how would you know, Son?” the Colonel asked.

“I pay attention to my friend, Seth. From information he gathered from us, he predicted our first time together perfectly and so far, he ain't been wrong,” Bart replied.

“Did he foretell the second half?” Gus asked and grinned.

“Yes, Seth predicted you would become the fuck of my dreams in the second half. You're more relaxed, and much more self-confident. We will become united as a team. You will take what you need, and in turn, give me what I need. I've learned to dilate my hymen to your size, and I promise we won't have no more problem with it; however, Seth pointed out one unique feature I didn't consider,” Bart said and paused.

“You should never keep your master waiting when you have his full attention, Son,” Gus growled and stole another kiss.

Bart laughed, “Seth told me, I will be a virgin every time I morph, but I will have much more, almost complete control, over my body. I'll keep count, and after our seventy-second fuck, you can claim you qualify for Muslim paradise here on Earth because you fucked one renewable virgin cowboy seventy-two times,” Bart said and laughed. Bart even got his Bossman laughing.

“Dear God, what did I do to deserve you?” Gus asked laughing.

“Whatever it was, it must have been pert-dang special, Bossman, but I could easily ask the same question. What did I do to deserve a good man like you?” Bart asked in reply.

“You reached out and offered your love to an unknown old man what didn't have very much going for him but his rank in the military,” Gus said.

“And you saw a lonely young cowboy what needed himself a master but didn't know how to go about getting his'self one. I'd say we both lucked out, Bossman,” Bart allowed.

“You ready for round two, Son?” Gus asked.

“Now you got chore' pony broke, all you gotta' do is drop into his saddle, and your faithful pony will always be ready to give you a good ride, Bossman,” Bart replied.

The second time out-the-chute was beyond both men's dreams for any relationship with anyone. Gus was steady and smooth. He soon learned to judge his young cowboy's body and his pleasure response from certain moves and how powerfully Gus took him. The Colonel would build them up together until he was almost certain Bart was ready to climax, he would back off, and let his partner simmer down until he felt safe to make another run. By the time Gus had his fill and was ready to get his, he growled at Bart, “This is the one, Cowboy! When you feel ma' spurs, ride us up the hill again to watch the sunset together. I know we can. Let's do it! If I get there first, trust me, I won't leave you behind. I'll see to it my pony gets his. Work with your master, Son!” Gus said forcefully

The Colonel shot his load first and kept on fucking Bart harder and deeper until he felt the young cowboy lift his ass off the bed to meet his master's hard thrusts. After three more deep slams, Bart's universe exploded in one big bang. He began to moan and groan as he eased back down onto the bed as his master continued to pound his tight little cunt. As Bart settled back into the bed, Gus began to slow down. He could feel the extra moistness and knew he did his job. Bart reached up with his arms, threw them around his bossman's neck, and pulled him into a passionate kiss. Gus didn't hold back.

“Dear God in Heaven, you were wonderful, Master Gus!” Bart complimented him breathlessly in his ear.

“You t'weren't so bad yourself, Cowboy,” Gus allowed, and they kissed again, “I could roll over on my side and sleep all night inside you, My Love,” he added.

“I would like nothing better, but may I suggest we save it for our time away from the ranch. You never know who might want to run in and jump in bed with us tomorrow morning, Master Gus,” Bart said.

“Once't again, you're right. We should get up and head to the shower,” Gus said.

“I got an idea what might be fun to celebrate our coming together: pun intended,” Bart said and grinned.

“What's 'zat, Son?” the Colonel asked.

“It's still early, and we got us that huge whirlpool hot tub in our private bathroom I ain't never used. Would you like to soak a spell, and we can hold each other for a while?” Bart asked.

“Damn, Son, you got a romantic streak about you I find irresistible. God's honest truth, I ain't never held another body what wanted to be romantic wiff' me. Hell, yes! Let's us make up for lost time. Let's do it, and after a bit we should be able to sleep good all night. I think we done got us a couple of heavy loads off our minds,” the Colonel said and grinned.

Bart morphed back into his cowboy state. The men showered and cleaned their bodies while the water filled the hot tub. They immediately got into the swirling water and slowly eased themselves into the hot liquid. It must have been close to a hundred degrees and was automatically held at the same temperature by thermostats. The men relaxed in the hot water and Gus held his handsome cowboy in his big arms. They talked about many things, what they might be facing the next week in Houston, and perhaps beyond. They were quiet for a while as Gus stole kisses from Bart's neck and shoulder as he was leaning back against his master's huge barrel chest.

“Since we're getting to know each other on a more intimate basis, what other surprises do you have for your master, Slave?” the Colonel asked like it was the most natural way to address the handsome cowboy in his arms. Suddenly, Bart's cock sprang to attention like he personally had no choice in the matter, his penis already decided and approved their fate.

“Aside from a number of small apps which don't matter too much, until it comes time to make use of them and give you advice of a quicker or more easy way to accomplish some goal, only one rather large important thing, Master,” Bart replied.

“And what would that be, Son?” Gus asked with anticipation.

“It's probably better if I show you rather than try to explain it to you, Master Gus. Once I show you, there won't be no need for a lot of explanation, sir,” Bart replied.

“Well, go on then, show your master!” the Colonel demanded.

Bart stood and moved a couple of feet away from the Colonel, turned to face him, and morphed into a huge Kagoli demon about seven and a half feet tall and the rest of his body equally proportioned in muscle mass and a staggering sexual appendage. Gus's mouth dropped open, and then he got a wicked grin on his face as wide as Texas like a kid what just unwrapped a much dreamed about toy for a Birthday present.

“Hoe-lee shit, and jump'n Jesus Jack Sprat! I just done hit me the jackpot!” the Colonel exclaimed. He stood and grabbed Bart around his huge red waist and laid his head up against his enormous pectoral muscles, “I done told my nephew when he refurbished me, I wanted the whole Kagoli demon package. Billy told me to wait a while, and I could choose a way to become infected by the Kagoli enzymes. I told him I already knew and wanted to become infected the natural way, but to find out my boy, my escort, my potential cowboy-slave, can become one, is better than any Christmas or Burf-day present I ever got,” Gus said.

“Come! Sit in my lap, Little Man, and tell your Demon-dad all about it,” Bart said in a deep resonating voice and laughed wickedly.

“I will gladly sit in your lap, sir,” Gus said sincerely, and they sat back down in the water together. Bart got an erection and so did his master. “Tell your Bossman more, sir. How did you get your handsome Demon app?” Gus asked and grinned.

“If you remember, my main boss, Jethro, comes to work every day in his Kagoli Demon form. When I started working for him, he damn near drove me crazy every time I was around him. I wanted to know how he came by the app. I asked him one day, and to my surprise he was honest and open with me. He told me about the two ways another man could become infected, but Jethro said he preferred the natural way and was glad he did. It sort of became a rite of passage for him into a fraternity of men what could also morph into demons. By that time, I worked my way into a position which was a great help to him and his staff, and Jethro's a cowboy. He tries to live his life by the cowboy way. He ain't one to forget those what are valuable to him. I ask him right nicely if he might consider infecting me.

“After Jethro discussed it with his master and got his approval, I discussed it with Master Billy and got his permission. Twice a week for six weeks, after work, he let me make love to his ass and clean his hole while he masturbated. Buck and Hank assured me, ingesting the ejaculate from an infected Kagoli would accelerate and enhance the speed of the transition, so I played catcher for him when he climaxed. What they didn't tell me was, Kagoli gizz is just this side of addictive. Other than watcher milk, you ain't never tasted anything so wonderful in your life. That danged Mary Poppins! She done got it all wrong! T'weren't sugar but Kagoli gizz what made them enzymes go down in a most delightful way,” Bart explained, and he got Gus laughing.

They talked for a while more, Bart morphed back to his cowboy form, and they resumed their same position of the Colonel holding his boy in his arms and stealing more kisses. They were at peace with each other's hearts. They were happy, comfortable, and secure in their world. After a couple of hours, they were exhausted from the sex and heat from the swirling water. They slept better than either could remember and held each other throughout the night.

* * * * * * *
No one barged into their room the following morning, but there came a knock at their door. Since it was Bart's room, the Colonel nodded for him to answer. “Come!” Bart said loudly.

The door opened and Baug stuck his head in. “Come in, Cousin! Come in!” Bart hailed him and motioned for the huge monster to enter. Baug walked in and closed the door behind him. “What can we do for you this morning?” Bart asked cheerfully.

“It's ten minutes until the first bell for breakfast, Master Bart. I thought you and the Colonel might like to know,” Baug said humbly.

“Thanks, Baug, we'll be getting up in a minute. Is Jack up?” the Colonel asked.

“Yes, sir, he come to my room about three in the morning and asked if he could get in bed with me. He told me there's a haint in his room, and while he didn't seem particularly frightened by it, Jack said it gave him the creeps. He couldn't sleep with it watching him. I told him to get in bed, and he slept peacefully the rest of the night. He left the door to his room open, and I swear I saw a blue light moving around in there,” Baug said.

“If I forget, remind me to ask Billy about it, Bart. He just might have seen something unusual,” Gus said.

“So you two are up and ready to go?” Bart asked.

“Yes, sir, Master Bart. We'll wait for you men in the living area,” Baug said.

Bart and the Colonel did their morning routine and walked out into the main room of Bart's apartment to early morning hugs and kisses with Jack and Baug. Jack was dressed in some new westerns clothes. He looked sharp. He and Baug discovered a pile of new wranglers and several beautiful western shirts and other apparel including another handsome pair of boots left for Jack on a table in the main room during the early hours of the morning, but no underwear. Jack already understood, real cowboys don't never wear no underwear.

“Can you tell us about the haint you saw last night, Jack?” the Colonel asked.

“He's small and looks like a kid about my age but a little smaller than me. He's dressed in rags with what looks like a burlap feed sack with a hole for his head cut out and tied with a rope around his waist. His blond hair looks like a haystack, and he wears what look like rags wrapped and tied around his feet. He's very sad looking and scared. He's got bright blue eyes, but he's missing several teeth. He looks like a jack-o-lantern when he tries to smile which ain't too often. I tried to communicate with him, but he just stands looking at me like he don't understand a word I'm saying and shakes his head,” Jack described the haint he saw.

Bart spoke, “I'm impressed you tried to communicate with him, Jack. Most people would have been scared out of their wits. I seen strange lights coming from that room, but I just thought it was reflections from the cathedral in the forest where there's a race of warriors and their families who were living between a dream state and everyday reality. We should let Master Billy know. Perhaps he can ask his Essengurda posse if they're missing a young boy or maybe they lost one centuries ago,” he said.

They agreed and went down to breakfast. Everyone was gathering and chatting in the large meeting hall across from the dining hall. They met up with Billy. He explained he would be having breakfast on the ship, but his family would be preparing breakfast for the Colonel's ex-wife and his daughters. Billy planned to join them to take Wilma and her daughters to church. When she found out the Daniels attend a Methodist church and there was no organized Pentecostal church in town anymore, she commented the Methodist were only one step removed from the Catholics. However, the good news was, Wilma's oldest daughter Dorothy and her family would be taking her back to Fredericksburg with them. They would take their mother to her new apartment/condo and the move from the ranch to the apartment would begin Monday morning. Billy never saw his Grandmother and Ms. Redbone so adamant about getting rid of a guest who did nothing but moan and groan, and was rude to people who didn't fully agree with her rigid, uncompromising fundamentalist beliefs. Her five granddaughters, except Jenny, were green with envy their brother Jack wouldn't have to put up with their grandmother's half-baked, life choking Christianist ideas and never ending sermons. When they visited the Halfablap ranch, instead of reading them children's stories at bedtime, Wilma would read them Leviticus and Deuteronomy.

Jenny didn't want to go home. She wanted to stay with Jack and Master Billy. She was so adamant about it, she became withdrawn and sullen. Don and his wife Dorothy were afraid of a relapse and asked if there was anyway she could stay with the Daniels for a while; at least, until they got their mother settled into her new apartment. After Billy's adjustments, Jenny was greatly improved. Her family was actually fearful for their youngest daughter's well-being and mental health if she was exposed to Wilma's unyielding dogmatic overflow of her Christianist bile. It took Wilma's three daughters many years before they could reason and think clearly for themselves, and they didn't want Wilma's devastatingly negative influence imprinted on their girls.

Jack said he would be happy to have Jenny share his room, and they would be looked after by their Great-Granddad Baug until the Colonel and his Escort, Mr. Langstrom returned to the ranch. Billy figured, since they were already boarding a passel of kids on the ship, one more wouldn't be much of a bother. Always the optimist, Billy looked on it as an opportunity and good training for him in the dad department, when Billy Junior and other offspring began to be born. He was sure it was only a matter of time before his Cowboy-Angels decided to have children. There's nothing like children to bond two adults into a solid family if they are responsible and up to the task. Likewise, he noticed a decided difference in his Warrior-Protectors the more they were exposed to kids. There was a good number of the boys and girls Billy and his posse rescued the week before who were still living on the ship. With their master's blessing, the watchers pitched in and played big brothers when they could.

Jack knew the Colonel's cowboys Deek and Bafra well. Even little Jenny knew them and could always be found with the two older cowboys when their families went to visit their grandmother. It seemed the children would make any excuse to absent themselves from their grandmother. Jack and Jenny were astounded by how much younger and healthier they looked. The cowboys gave Master Billy the credit and swore he could do anything. It only made Jenny feel more secure and raised Jack's hopes a notch. Deek and Bafra joined the Colonel's family that morning for breakfast. Everyone was in great spirits and several of the young boys and girls staying on the ship were almost to the point they didn't care if their families came to get them. They were having such a good time learning new things, being looked after, loved and respected, they were hoping their families might have forgotten about them.

* * * * * * *
Billy took his immediate family to church to accompany Wilma and her family. Jennifer didn't really care to go, but she went along to try and keep a muzzle on her rabid mother. Jennifer seemed to have more control over Wilma than her two older sisters simply because she reached a point of refusing to put up with her rude, overbearing personality. Jennifer would stand up to her and not back down when Wilma was at her worst until she would either shut up or burst into tears because she imagined herself being persecuted because others didn't respond they way she thought they should. Jennifer found herself falling into that trap too many times in the past and learned not to placate her. She became as firm and unyielding as her mother was. Jennifer would accept no compromise but her mother's full cooperation to allow Jennifer her own opinions.

As soon as they returned from church and ate Sunday dinner, the two families took off to return to Fredericksburg and Kerrville respectively. Wilma went with Don and Dorothy Robertson and their two children. Jennifer was going to stay at the Daniels ranch and transport to the Fredericksburg gate-terminal at the apartments to coordinate Wilma's move from their family ranch to her new apartment. Billy told the Colonel's daughters, he was sure the condo was furnished and Wilma could have the furniture already there if she wished. They looked at him, then each other, and laughed. They thanked him for his generosity, but explained, they were pretty sure their mother would make her relocation as difficult and painful as possible for everyone concerned.

Dorothy was given two sets of keys to the condo, but said her mother would be staying with her family until the furniture situation could be resolved. Jennifer promised she would make sure it got done by the following day. The Colonel gave Jennifer instructions, her mother could take whatever she wanted, except for his personal belongings and service memorabilia. He planned to give the rest to the local thrift shop and make a clean sweep. Gus wasn't mean about it, he just wanted to be free of any further responsibility for Wilma; especially, after the previous evening he spent in his young handsome Cowboy-Escort's capable arms.

The Colonel wanted to wipe the slate clean, and other than his daughters and their families, put the past behind him. He planned to gut the house and do some major remodeling. Baug agreed with him, since they were blessed with a new life, it seemed like the right thing to do for the old house which sheltered them for so many years. From what the Colonel's Escort was telling him about the powers of the Shedu, and how they were connected with the cloud chambers on the ship, they could accomplish the remodeling at a much swifter rate and cost would be minimal.

The morning was overcast with a weather forecast of rain for the Hill Country. It was a cloudy morning threatening rain and somewhat ominous weather as the two families loaded up their vehicles to return to their homes. It only took them a few minutes to travel down the long drive, through the front gate, and turn onto the blacktop which would take them to the main highway. The very minute the SUVs were on the blacktop and moving away from the ranch, the clouds parted, and a great ray of soul inspiring sunshine shone down on the folks standing watching them depart.

“Did everyone get the message?” Kate asked quietly.

“Without a doubt, Precious,” Zelma agreed in an exasperated voice, and everyone laughed.

* * * * * * *
Baug noticed there was a greater closeness between his boy, Gus, and Bart Langstrom. Their auras were excited and seemed to be perfectly in tune with each other. He wondered, but kept his imaginings to himself. He already made a fool of himself once, he didn't plan to make the same mistake again; however, if his suspicions were correct, he couldn't be more pleased for either man. His heart truly ached for the young cowboy and his need to serve him. Alas, he knew why he wasn't being included in the Colonel's trip back to Houston, but he also admired and formed an even deeper love for Master Billy and his own boy, Gus, by making his presence necessary, and they both stressed they needed Baug to help pave the way for their new life together.

* * * * * * *
Danny Devers was going on his second week living in the big house with Pard Andreeson and his great-grandmother. While he missed his family, he loved the life of living on a ranch and playing cowboy. He was thriving and growing stronger by the day. Billy and his men refurbished his tiny young body several times to rid him of more of the Radon poisoning, and he was responding faster than anyone thought he might. He communicated with his family every evening before dinner using Skype, and they promised they would come visit him the following weekend if they could arrange it with with Master Billy. Pard, Randy, and their posse took Danny on as their little brother and made sure he didn't grow lonely for his family. Danny was so cute and had the most winning personality, he also made alliances with the Colonel's family, and with Jenny and Jack in particular. He also was in awe of Baug. Baug thought Danny was pretty special himself.

* * * * * * *
Sunday morning found the Colonel and his immediate family sitting under cloud chambers controlled by Seth, the ship's cyber-intelligence. Seth taught Gus to morph his face to his previous battle-scared condition. The Colonel figured he could fake his walk to look like he was still wearing an artificial leg. He could wear his leather glove over his left hand and not use it. He didn't like the idea of being deceitful, but he didn't want any problems divorcing himself from the service and insuring his pension.

Seth gave Jack the knowledge he would need to become a competent cowboy and gave him an education through high school. He gave Baug a number of lessons in slave courtesy and brought him up to date on current political and technological advancements. Seth gave Little Jenny Robertson an education through the sixth grade and gave her the rudiments of music. Jenny became a changed person, full of wonder, love, and brightness. Seth gave Bart all the information he kept on file about the aliens which were discovered over the centuries. It was information Seth personally felt Bart needed to know.

The Colonel insisted Deek and Bafra join them to sit under the cloud chambers. They were apprehensive about it, but with Master Billy and Bart's encouragement, they decided to try it. They couldn't imagine what they might need for the future. Bart questioned them and found out they had absolutely no concept of digital electronics and still depended on a land-line phone to their bunkhouse. They walked away with equivalent of a bachelor degree in digital systems.

Sunday afternoon, after a wonderful dinner, Gus and Bart decided they should have a 'free' time period for everyone in their family group. After relaxing for a while, Deek, Bafra, Bonnie, and Babbles were getting homesick and wanted to return to the ranch. The Colonel decided it would be a good idea to have somebody there, and he and Bart would go with them to gather his personal items from the big house and store them with Deek and Bafra in the bunkhouse. The Colonel made sure he included Baug and of course Jack and Jenny wanted to go along. Gus called Jennifer on his cell phone to ask if she might like to accompany them, and she agreed.

There was much nostalgia in the air, but Gus and Jennifer weren't going to let it get anyone down. Gus particularly wanted Jennifer with him so he couldn't be accused of stealing anything of Wilma's. He gathered what meager belongings he kept at the ranch and stored them in an old cabinet in the unused part of the huge bunk house. Deek and Bafra only used about one quarter of the bunkhouse and walled off the back part to cut down on heating expenses. They built a large river rock fire place in which they burned wood for most their heating needs.

Jennifer got some of her personal things to carry back to the Daniels ranch. Kate let her have the bedroom she was staying in while taking care of her mother. The Colonel asked if she would like to become secretary for the ranch and he would pay her a monthly salary to take care of utilities and other fees necessary for running the ranch. She was thrilled by the prospect and told her dad she would be happy and proud to work for him and his new budding family. With the advent of being able to transport easily from place to place, made it all the more enticing for Jennifer. Jack and little Jenny pledged their support and help if she needed them.

“Deek! Bafra! If there's anything left, in the way of furniture or linens, kitchen gadgets, if you see something you like, take it. Just leave the old upright piano my girls learned to play if Wilma don't want it. Whatever she leaves behind, if you can use it, it's yours. You might start thinking about remodeling your house to add a couple more bedrooms in case we have overflow from the front house or you got folks what come to visit you. Jennifer, as secretary of the ranch, I'll open you a household account. Your first job will be to buy them two yahoos cell phones to bring them into the twenty-first century, and I'll pay their monthly bills,” Gus said.

They were standing on the front porch when they heard the most lovely music coming from the old piano in the parlor. They looked around and were missing one person. “My God, it's Jenny! Master Billy told us she's a child prodigy,” Jack said.

They walked quietly to the parlor entry to watch and listened. Jenny played the piece perfectly. When she finished, she was surprised to see everyone applauding and yelling for her. She put the key cover down, turned, and ran to her gFranddad's arms. “You are a treasure, Sweetheart! We will definitely keep the piano, if you will come and play for me once in a while,” Gus said and stole a kiss.

“I'll play for you anytime, Grampa,” Jenny replied.

“Jennifer, tell your mother she can't have the piano!” Gus said firmly.

“It will be my pleasure, Dad,” Jennifer replied and smiled.

They closed up the big house. The Colonel, Bart, Jennifer, Jack, and Jenny said farewell to Deek, Bafra, with hugs for and sloppy doggie kisses from Bonnie and Babbles with promises to come back soon. They walked through the gate and were back aboard the ship. Jack invited Jenny to stay the night with him in his room and she agreed. Jennifer went off with Jack and Jenny to see Bart's apartment; then, they were going to walk though the town together to meet the village people in person, perhaps do a little shopping, and meet up with the Colonel, and Bart later for supper. Gus told Baug to accompany Jack and the ladies as he knew the ship better than they, and he could be a guide and watch over them.

Gus and Bart decided to spend some time in the gym before supper. It wasn't as crowded as the week nights, and they got in a good workout. They decided to go native and did their exercises in the raw. Rather than the exception, they fit right in. No one else in the gym was wearing anything except a few slaves who proudly wore their husband's slave harness. Even then, their cod pieces were removed to show their penis contained a chastity device. The men were surprised to find the inside supporting wall wasn't knocked out, but there were a number of pass-ways into what would be the new portion of the gym. When it was finished, it would be double its current size.

Billy and Nick and several of his posse were in the gym working out, and they were looking good. They talked while they worked out. “You and Bart ready to transport to Houston tomorrow morning, Uncle Gus?” Billy asked.

“I called Bryan Isobel shortly before we transported my cowboys to our ranch, and Bart and I are transporting to his garage right after breakfast tomorrow morning. He will drive us by my condo on his way into the city. We'll either take my SUV, or I'll call for a staff car to pick us up at my place. It will give Bryan and me a chance to get caught up on our reports we filed on the alien issue, how they were received, and we'll be able to discuss any feedback without being overheard,” Gus explained.

“You worried about having a civilian with you, sir?” Billy asked.

“Bart ain't no civilian, he's my second cousin, on my Grandmother's side of the Halfablap family. My old man's relatives are my relatives,” the Colonel said firmly, “He's also my caretaker, valet, and door opener for a crippled old war horse what's about to be set out to pasture,” he added.

“A-men, Uncle Gus! Hell, without that fantastic cowboy-porn mustache, Bart looks enough like you to be yore' son. Why it's plumb downright biblical. I ain't got me no argument agin' solid reasoning like that. You's preach'n to the choir, Colonel,” Billy agreed and laughed.

“You know, Nephew, I never stopped to consider – now you mention it – Bart does look a Hell of a lot like me when I's younger. No wonder Baug fell in love with him so quick, but that comment sort of short changes my poor Escort. H'it ain't fair to Bart. Fuck-me-in-the-butt, he's got twice as much going for him than I ever did at his age. I'm just surprised as Hell, some buckaroo ain't already done swept him up, laid claim on his handsome ass, slapped a bridle between them sweet cheeks, broke him to his saddle, and locked him in his barn,” the Colonel declared in his best cowboy hyperbole throwing his arm around Bart and pulling him close.

“Hear! Hear!” added Nick, confirming Gus's words, and the others agreed. Bart leaned against his guest's massive shoulder, and looked down at his own boots so the gathering of cowboys couldn't see him turn a bright red color. While the Colonel's words may have been overly-exaggerated, hyperbolic, cowboy-bullshit; to Bart, they were a strong, honest statement of the big cowboy's growing love for him.

* * * * * * *
Bart and the Colonel put on their robes and returned to their room in Bart's apartment to shower and dress for supper. Jack, Jenny, and Jennifer were in the living area sitting around a table playing “Go Fish.” Baug was sitting on a large wing-back sofa reading a 'Modern Horseman' magazine. The men waved, exchanged pleasantries, excused themselves, and told them they would be ready in a few minutes to escort them down to supper.

“Can I be of assistance, Master Gus?” Baug asked.

“You might at that, Slave, if you'd like to join us,” the Colonel replied.

“Why do you call my Great-Granddad 'Slave,' Granddad?” Jenny asked.

“It's your Great-Granddad's designated role to play in our family, Sweetheart. It was given to him by a much more advanced race of people, who, upon his death here on Earth, captured his life-force or the spirit of his soul to give him a new body and another chance at life. I have been designated as his keeper and master, and as such, I'm obliged to use the term from time to time to remind him of his position. Everyone else in my family will simply refer to him as Baug, or in your case, you may call him Grandpa Baug.

“Then do you own him?” Jenny asked.

“In a manner of speaking, yes, but no more so than your parents own you or you own your Aunt Jennifer. As long as you love us, you own a part of us, Darling, and we own a part of you. Is my explanation confusing for you?” Gus asked sincerely.

“I don't think so, but I love Grandpa Baug. He shares his sweet milk with me. I don't want to think on him as a slave. If I understand you correctly, our love for each other should be enough to bond us to become greater than either of us are capable by ourselves,” Jenny said.

“Way to go, Jenny-girl! Right on! I'd say that locked our big cow in the barn, Dear Cousin!” Jack exclaimed. Everyone agreed and laughed. Even old sober Baug thought it was amusing.

“I couldn't have put it better myself, Jenny,” the Colonel said with tears in his eyes.

Jenny jumped down from her chair and ran to Baug's huge waiting arms. He grabbed her up, Jenny threw her little arms around his neck, and gave him a big kiss. “I love you, Grampa Baug,” she said.

In a choked voice Baug replied, “Together, there ain't nothing in the universe stronger than our love, Sweetheart. Remember that, and also remember your old Granddad Baug loves you beyond measure,” Baug said.

“You suppose we should go out and buy a big cow bell to hang around his neck?” the Colonel asked and laughed.

“It shore' 'nuff would keep him from sneak'n up on us and scaring us to death, Bossman,” Bart replied, and everyone laughed again.

The two men and Baug left the ladies and Jack to their game to get ready for supper. Baug sat and waited for his master and Bart to return from the shower. He looked around and saw they were packed and ready to go to Houston the next morning. It made him a bit sad, but surprisingly enough, Little Jenny's words did more for him to give him a greater understanding as to why Master Billy and the Colonel wanted him to stay behind. Baug was needed at both ranches, and he came to see it as his duty to take care of the children as his prime objective; not only those of his immediate family, but also those of the remaining alien abductee children.

The Colonel and the members of his family walked down the back stairs together after the first bell for supper sounded on the ship. Folks were gathered in the great hall to greet each other and socialize until the third bell was rung. There was a table with many different appetizers and several non-alcoholic drinks to choose from. A few picked one or two but most didn't care to spoil their supper. The cooks on the ship were constantly coming up with something new, but surprisingly, they never failed. Every evening meal on the ship became an experience in fine dining.

Gus was surprised to see the ladies from the big house arrive shortly after his family came down the stairs and Billy escorted them. “Since our ladies did a fine job taking care of our guests for the weekend, we decided it might be nice to provide them with an evening away from the kitchen in the big house,” Billy said and was confirmed by Kate and her entourage. “And since this is your and Bart's last evening with us for a while, we thought it might be a nice way to wish you men a good and safe journey and to let you know we will be looking forward to your return,” Billy added.

The remaining young abductees were fed earlier and taken back to their dormitory to later watch a current Disney movie; then, they would take their showers and be put to bed for the evening. Billy promised there would be less confusion and a better than average chance to carry on a meaningful conversation. Everyone laughed at him; however, Billy was right. Everyone was given a chance to talk without a lot of unnecessary interruptions. Kate looked across at Jenny and smiled, “Tell us, Jenny, are you enjoying your visit here in the castle with your family?” she asked.

“I'm enjoying it very much, Aunt Kate. It's a wonderful new experience for me, and I'm staying the night with my cousin Jack,” Jenny replied.

“That will be a nice treat,” Kate agree with her.

“Jenny, I don't know if that will be a good idea after all. On second thought, perhaps you should stay in the big house with Aunt Jennifer. Do you have room for her, Aunt?” Jack asked.

“Of course, Jenny is always welcome to stay with me,” Jennifer said.

Jenny got a sour look on her pretty little face like she was about ready to tune-up and cry. “But why, Jack? I love you. You're the only person in our family who ever spent any quality time with me. My sisters ignored me and your sisters even more. I was so looking forward to my first sleep-over away from home with you,” Jenny asked like it was ripping her little heart out.

“Oh, my God!” exclaimed the Colonel, “H'it ain't chore' cousin's fault, Jenny! I'm afraid your old Granddad is to blame,” Gus said, “Jack told us this morning about something what happened to him last night in his room which caused him go crawl in bed with his other granddad, Baug. I'm so sorry, I feel like I should be taken out and horse whipped, 'cause I forgot to say anything to Master Billy about it this morning,” the Colonel explained.

“I hope you can forgive bow'fus, Jenny. It ain't only the Colonel's fault, Little Cousin. I'm the Colonel's Escort on this ship, and he asked me early this morning to remind him to say something to Master Billy, and I let him down. It was my responsibility, and I failed him. We got sidetracked talking about Deek and Bafra and their pups returning to their ranch, and it just slipped my mind. I done plumb forgot about it. I'm so sorry,” Bart said.

“What! What are you men talking about?” Billy demanded, “I'm sure Jenny would like to know. I know I sure as Hell would,” he added and laughed.

“They's a haint in my bedroom in Master Bart's apartment, and I'm worried it might scare Jenny. I'll be happy to go to the big house, Jenny, and stay with you there, if that would make you happy,” Jack conceded.

“Wait a minute! Wait a minute!" Billy exclaimed raising both his arms for everyone's attention, "Jack can you tell me more about this haint?” Billy asked.

“He appeared to me as a small blue light looking almost like a bright blue star in the sky. It radiated it's light in a continuous pattern what looked exactly like a miniature blue star. I watched it for a while until it settled over a chair and morphed from a blue star to a young boy like I seen some of the cowboys morph. He was dressed in rags, he had long shaggy hair like a pitcher I seen on the Internet of them old hippies from the last century. His teeth looked old and rotten, but he had the most beautiful sparkling blue eyes I ever seen on a young man. I was so stuck by their beauty, I forgot about the rest of his appearance. It seemed like there was a great intelligence behind them. I asked him who he was, why he was in my room, and what did he want? He just moaned and shook his head like he didn't understand.

“After a while, he made some sounds like they was words, but it t'weren't like any language I ever heard. He pointed to himself and said 'Eh-moan-you-well.' I pointed to myself and told him my name was, 'Jack.' Because we couldn't communicate, he got agitated, and ran toward me like he wanted to do me harm, but I knew he couldn't hurt me. He might make me hurt myself, but he didn't have the power to do me any harm. He passed through my body, and I felt his aura. I got the feeling he ain't a harmful haint. I felt sorry for him, but he made me feel queasy and uncomfortable. I got up and left to go sleep with my Grandpa Baug. I heard the haint weeping uncontrollably as I left, but I didn't look back. I'm sort of ashamed I didn't know what to do for him,” Jack said.

“Yikes! No wonder your cousin thought it might not be a good idea, Jenny. Jack is mighty brave. I don't know I would have handled the situation any better. As a matter of fact, I almost messed in my Wranglers just listening to Jack tell about his encounter,” Billy said. Everyone laughed but agreed with him. He continued,“When we're frightened by something unknown what ain't familiar to us and defies our world of understanding, it's hardwired into our brains to turn and run. I'm truly amazed you did your best to make contact with him, Jack. It shows me a bravery most men your age don't possess. I'm proud of you, Son,” Billy said, and the others joined in complementing Jack's bravery.

“Are you missing any people, Commander?” Billy asked Commander Hunk of the Essengurda.

“Not that we're aware of, Sire, but this castle predates our cathedral by twenty, maybe thirty, thousand years or more. We can only guesstimate it being built just before the last ice age. We never fully researched its age. I don't know if your people have come to the same conclusion, but we determined this building wasn't originally built by or for humans; however, your giants seem perfectly comfortable here, and I have to admit we find the large spaces refreshing. The ceilings and rooms are way too large for human habitation. It was uninhabited when we built our building, but we never ran any tests on it. We just considered it abandoned and unoccupiable. Until we were awaken and decided to join your family, we never paid much attention to it. There's no telling the secrets this old building may be hiding. As I understand it, you haven't had the time to explore most of it,” Hunk said.

“Alas, you're right. I think our young cowboys and their buddies have explored more than we have,” Billy lamented.

“It just might be possible, there are some super-advanced ethereal entities who have managed to bypass the ship's sensors and outer hull to find a comfortable home or use the castle like a cabin on a cruse ship,” Hunk added.

“How do you feel about it, Jenny?” Billy asked like he would another adult.

“If Jack ain't afraid, I'm not afraid, Master Billy. Jack is my brother. Maybe, together, we can find out more about him. We talked earlier about love and being bonded to each other by our love for one another. If he's real and not a phantom echo, no matter how he exists, he must have needs like the rest of us. Until we can talk with him, there isn't a way for us to know how he feels and why he's appearing to us. Jack and I will get our big Great-Granddad to stay in Jack's room with us. My Great-Granddaddy Baug ain't afraid of nothing!” Jenny exclaimed, smiled, and nodded at Baug eating his slave chow with his watcher buddies.

“You're right, Sweetheart, except when it comes to haints and spooks! Then, your Great-Granddaddy ain't the bravest beastie here abouts,” Baug said, and got everybody laughing, “But for you and Jack, I'll do what it takes to keep you out of harm's way, and like the Cowardly Lion, I'll try to look as mean, threatening, and ominous as I can make myself, even if the bed shakes and moves across the room like we's caught in a big California Earthquake,” Baug said in perfect cowboy hyperbole and everyone was laughing at him.

“I don't care what you say, Baug! That's a brave thing to say. It's what makes a hero. Even if it's unknown, you're afraid and unsure of a situation, you stand strong to insure the protection of your family. Why, it's the very definition of bravery,” Billy said firmly, and the rest agreed by applauding for Baug. Billy waited for them to calm down; then, continued, “But there's more, you, and the rest of these folks, don't know,” Billy said like the 'amen' to an especially personal prayer, “May I tell them, Cousin Jenny?” he asked.

“I suppose, Master Billy, as long as these good folks don't think I'm a freak-a-zoid,” Jenny replied.

“Oh, I don't know, it might be fun, Jenny,” Jack spoke up, “Maybe we could find us a small circus with a sideshow for freaks, we could join them, and you and me could go on tour together. We could bill ourselves as the Freak-a-zoid Sisters and work up a tap dance routine,” Jack said. Everyone laughed and groaned like it was a little over the top. Billy thought it was funny. At least Jack was keeping a sense of humor about his personal conundrum.

“What you good people don't know about Jenny is, she's a gifted seer. I think we discovered it together quite by accident, and at first we were mutually afraid to discuss it with each other. We really didn't have to. We just knew. Jenny has unique powers and talents not usually found in an ordinary human, and as sometimes happens, a flaw in her genetic makeup was holding her back from developing naturally. Since we took care of it, her capabilities have been considerably enhanced and will become limitless as she grows up and matures. She may have been the catalyst to make our haint show himself to Jack.

"I ain't say'n Jack ain't just as bright, but his talents and powers are different than Jenny's. What I'm suggesting is, perhaps we got us a case of mistaken identity, as Jack has many of the same genetic markers and strengths as his cousin. If we can get the hitch in his genetic get-a-long corrected, there ain't no telling what this young man might accomplish. Like Jenny, he's got the very best genetic information from his parents,” Billy stood and hailed one of the kitchen staff, “Bring me an unopened box of toothpicks, please?” Billy asked. In a few minutes the staff member returned and set the box before him. “Thank you, Son,” Billy said.

Billy took an empty tray the dining room attendants use to serve the food and poured the box of toothpicks on it. He set it before him on the table where everyone could see. “How many toothpicks are on this tray, Jenny?” he asked.

“That's easy, Cousin Billy, it says right on the box, there's five hundred,” Jenny said and giggled.

“Are you sure, Sweetheart? Maybe they cheated us. Take a closer look,” Billy asked and Jenny looked more closely.

“You're right! There's only four hundred and ninety-six on the tray!” Jenny exclaimed.

“Tonto, remind me to have Aunt Helen write a nasty letter to the Diamond toothpick company and demand them four picks be sent to us ASAP!” Billy barked and got another laugh, “We could sit here and count them, but I guarantee there's only four hundred and ninety-six on the tray,” as he handed the tray across the way to Master Gus and Bart. “Each of you men take any number, hand the tray back to me, turn away from the table, and count them. When you're satisfied, sit back down,” Billy said.

Bart and Gus did as they were told and nodded to each other. Billy set the tray down in front of Jenny again and asked her how many were on the tray now. “Four hundred and thirty-eight,” Jenny replied immediately.

When the men were through counting, Billy spoke, “Open your hand for her, Master Gus,” Billy instructed. The Colonel complied. “How many is he holding, Sweetheart?” Billy asked.

“Thirty-eight, sir,” Jenny replied.

“And without looking, how many is Master Bart holding, Dear?” Billy asked.

“Twenty-two, sir,” she replied and smiled like she was pleased with herself. Gus and Bart confirmed Jenny's count. Everyone was impressed and applauded for Jenny.

“E'aup, it's gonna' be a great sideshow act, Jenny! We'll be a difficult act to follow. Let's do Europe first. I've always wanted to see the Alps and tour the Louvre,” Jack said, patted Jenny on the back, and laughed. He got another round of laughs.

"Jack and Jenny have acutely analytical minds, and if I were a bet'n man, with a little help from a close friend and the backing of their families, I would put my money on the two of them cracking this phenomenon open to find the possible treasure what abides inside,” Billy said.

* * * * * * *
The four ambassadors from the advanced alien humanoid in the great golden ball space ship were still abiding on Captain Nick's ship, and they were helping in trying to reconnect the young abductees with their families. It was slow, but they were having some success. “Would you like us to check with our master, Master Billy?” Doctor John Mack asked, “He might have some knowledge about the entity or perhaps you might like to wait until you have more information. You might wish to check with your Shedus. They contain genetically stored memories of races from eons of years past,” he added.

“An excellent suggestion, Dr. Mack, but I'd like to wait and see what happens tonight. Depending on the outcome, we'll be in a better position to give you an answer,” Billy said.

“Let us know if we can be of any help. We're here to serve and observe in any capacity, sir,” John Mack said.

* * * * * * *
After supper there was a bit more socializing and everyone began to go their separate ways. Baug, Jack, Jenny, and their Aunt Jennifer, planned to take in the new Disney film with the other kids; then, return to Bart's apartment and go to bed. Billy knew his Uncle Gus and Bart probably wanted to get an early start to bed; nevertheless, he invited them to join him and his cowboys in the hot tubs in the dungeon. They said they would go up, grab a robe, and meet him in a few minutes. Since two children were staying with Bart and Gus, they thought it best to limit their nudity to Bart's rooms only. After they soaked for about an hour Gus leaned over to Bart and whispered, “Meaning no disrespect to my nephew, but I think I'd rather be in our tub, alone, with my number one cowboy, holding him in my arms.”

“I share your druthers, sir. You make the excuses, and I'll 'amen' everything you say. I got chore' back, Bossman,” Bart said quietly.

The Colonel thanked Billy for a wonderful evening, but since they had a few more things to do to be ready for the next morning, they would say their 'good-nights' and retire to Bart's rooms for the evening. Billy and his men were gracious and wished them well. It wasn't too long after they returned to Bart's rooms and settled into the whirlpool tub when they heard Baug, Jack, and Jenny return from the movie. They didn't concern themselves as they trusted Baug to see Jack and Jenny went to bed. They understood they would be sharing the huge bed in Jack's room just in case the haint might return. The Colonel and Bart enjoyed their time in the water, but they became so aroused with passion for each other, they decided to move to their bed and tear off a piece. Bart morph his genitals again for his partner but this time there was no need for caution or going slow. Bart learned to dilate his body to more readily accept his master's large cock and easily accommodated the big man. Even though Bart made his small cunt commodious for his master's penetration, he kept it tight like a fine kid-glove to wrap around Gus's warrior-shaft to give his master the finest fuck he could muster.

They were so pleased with their coupling the previous evening, the next day they kept a running occasional commentary of compliments for each others participation. By evening, the Colonel was so sexually stoved-up, he was like a stallion in rut wanting to be let out of his stall into the pasture where his favorite mare grazed. The fuck they shared that evening was one of supreme pleasure for both men. Bart couldn't get enough of his master and the Colonel couldn't seem to give his young morphed-cowboy enough even though he gave Bart his all, until the last moment when they reached the peak of their passion together and shared a few seconds of indescribable bliss.

They talked about sleeping hooked together. Bart offered, but the Colonel decided they needed their rest. He further explained, it would be too great a temptation for him to take himself another big-old helping, and they wouldn't get any rest. Bart reminded him the reason he morphed himself was for his master's pleasure. While Gus agreed, they reached a compromise. They would sleep locked together the following evening when they could be a bit more private and not have to worry. He further commented he wondered if too much of a good thing might have its drawbacks. He paused for a moment and both men broke up laughing.

“Me thinks, you got many good years to make up for too many bad years when you just endured a loveless marriage, Master Gus,” Bart whispered and stole another kiss.

“Fortunately, it's over and quickly fading into the oblivion of the past. I couldn't imagine a better future than sharing them many years with you, Son,” the Colonel replied.

* * * * * * *
All was quiet in Bart's apartment until the wee hours of the morning. After having some false starts to dreamland, Jenny tried to go to sleep, only to be interrupted by a strange vision of a cold, foreboding land where people were dying and apocalyptic scenes of great destruction and terror, where she was falling and falling into a huge crevasse of ice and freezing water. Jenny could feel the cold water surround her small body as she began to sink below the surface into its deep, dark icy depths. She couldn't hold her breath any longer and took in a lung-full of freezing cold water. Jenny's mind snapped, and she woke up gasping for air and crying. She felt two enormous hairy hands reach out for her and pulled her to her Great-Granddad's big warm, furry chest.

"Here, Little One, drink my milk. You ain't had none for a while, and they's so full, they's beginning to hurt. My warm milk will relax you and chase away them green meanies. Relax in my arms, let go of them bad dreams, and drink your fill until you become sleepy,” Baug whispered so's not to awaken Jack. Jenny gladly did what her Great-Granddad suggested. She drank until she became drowsy and no sooner withdrew when she passed-out in Baug's arms. Jenny was finally sleeping peacefully in the huge, furry arms of her beast, her Great-Grandfather. Her subconscious mind could hear the sacred sounds of Baug's huge heart and it was like a tom-tom of affection with strong promises to keep her warm and safe. Jack awoke, looked at the two of them, and smiled to himself. They looked like a picture out of a Maurice Sendak children's book, “Where The Wild Things Are,” and Jack's heart skipped a beat. He so dearly wanted to be Max.

* * * * * * *
About three o'clock in the morning, Jenny sat bolt-upright in bed with her eyes wide open. She woke Baug and Jack. “What is it, Jenny?” Jack asked.

“Show yourself!” Jenny yelled at the top of her voice so loud she awoke Gus and Bart in their room. “Show yourself! I know you're here! I can feel your presence! You know I got the gift. You want to talk with me, then let's do it, but you must let me see you. Don't pretend to be a haint. You ain't human, but you ain't no ghost, neither!” Jenny demanded in her bravest voice. Baug looked at Jack in total surprise and Jack shook his head.

<< Master Billy, are you awake, sir? >> Bart sent to his master.

<< I am now, Cowboy, but I been tuned in to Jenny all evening. She knows she can count on me. She's already done tickled me, >> Billy returned Bart's tickle.

<< I think Jenny's done tree'd the possum, Master Billy. At least we done heard her bark'n at it like a fearless old hound dog, >> Bart said.

“What are you laughing at, Son?” Gus asked Bart.

“I'm sorry, Colonel, I's just talk'n mind-to-mind with Master Billy alerting him about Jenny. I thought you were tuned in, sir. I'm sorry,” Bart said and looked him in the eye, << There! Is that better, Master? >> he sent to Gus.

“Oh, my God, I didn't know you have such powers,” Gus cried.

<< No, no! Think what you wanna' say, and listen for a reply, >> Bart instructed.

<< Can you hear me, Son? >> Gus sent.

<< Loud and clear, Bossman, >> Bart replied.

<< Well, I'll be gotdamn! >> Gus cursed, slapped his knee, and laughed. He heard several other voices laughing in his head.

<< Welcome on board the Daniels' party line, Uncle Gus, >> Billy sent.

<< Should we go check on Jenny? >> Gus asked.

<< No, not yet. Jenny and me, we done worked us up a plan. Let her be. We coached Baug and Jack. They know to let her run with it. With any luck, we may catch us a spook. Just stay tuned to this frequency and you won't miss a thing, >> Billy replied. Billy linked everyone to Jenny's mind including Baug and Jack. They were seeing through Jenny's eyes. Everything she was hearing was being channeled to her big brother, Billy, and he was sending it on down the party-line.

Baug, Jack, and Jenny watched as a blue star formed against the far wall. After it was fully formed, it began to move back and forth like it was unsure. Jenny got up out of the bed, walked a few paces, stood before it, and reached out her little hand with her palm up as a sign of passivity. Pretty soon the star began to shimmer, and little by little, a young boy about Jack's age began to form. It continued until he was whole. “Can you speak?” Jenny asked. The boy tried, but what came out was nothing anyone ever heard before. << I don't think he's strong enough, Master Billy, >> Jenny sent.

Billy made arrangement for Seth and the Shedus to tune in, but they never heard anything like it. Seth thought it might be a precursor language to an offshoot of the Sumerian language, but he couldn't be sure. << I guess we ain't gonna' be able to communicate with him on his terms, Jenny. Try plan 'B', Sweetheart, >> Billy sent.

Jenny slowly put two fingers to her temples on the side of her brow and moved her hand toward the boy in a gesture to speak mind-to-mine with him. The boy nodded he understood. Undaunted and fearless, Jenny walked to him, plunged her small hand into the blue area surrounding him and gently touched his temple. << Twinkle, twinkle, Little Star! Hear our words and tell me who you are! >> Jenny sent to him, and the boy began to cry.

That's when Billy ordered Seth to take over. Seth began to send a basic program through Billy's link with Jenny in hopes the boy would understand they were trying to provide him with a means to communicate when he understood and responded to some universal basic symbols. Seth began slowly, and the boy began to reply until he was responding at a more rapid pace. It was like the tonal exchange from “Close Encounters.” Once the boy understood and came into sync with Seth, he started devouring information and language at an extremely rapid rate. Jenny patiently stood and held her little hand through the looking glass to give the alien child a means by which he could communicate with them. The more he absorbed, the faster he took in the information until he was drinking faster than Seth could feed him. Still they continued, until Seth and Billy agreed the boy learned enough basic rudiments to communicate with them.

<< You may remove your hand, Jenny, >> Billy sent to the small child.

Before she pulled her little hand away, Jenny sent the same words, <<Twinkle, twinkle little star; now you know our words, tell me who you are? >> she asked and removed her hand.

The boy stood more upright, but Jack was right,he was a mess. He looked at Jenny with the greatest love and spoke, << Thank you, Jenny. I am Emanuel. I think I am the last of my kind. My people called themselves the Jorantoc. I have been alone for a very long time. My people lived on this planet long before dinosaurs evolved on the Earth. We were an advanced race and lived in areas the dinosaurs never inhabited. We were a peaceful race and had no enemies. We watched the dinosaurs evolve until they evolved an upright walking dinosaur who developed binocular vision, a bicameral brain, arms, and hands with five nimble fingers. They were a fierce omnivore race and were ruthless killers. They developed science and technology but no art. Art is the defining difference between a predatory, parasitic race, and a race which will ultimately progress to be both flesh and ethereal.

<< From my observations, your race is on the threshold of making a great leap in their physical and spiritual evolution; however, the artless ones will be left behind to form their own parasitic race if they survive the other parasites in the universe. Unfortunately, what you see before you is my badly decayed ethereal presence. My body has been frozen since the time the last of the dinosaurs suffered mass extinction; except for the reptilians who engineered the fall and extinction of the great creatures. The race which evolved from them were the cause of their extinction. It was like watching one race kill their own relatives because they were either too large, too slow, or too stupid. My race remained apart from them and retreated further into the core of the planet until they advanced to the point of being able to what your might call 'terra-forming' or creating a habitable planet out of a dead world like your moon. The reptilians developed space travel and decided to remake our planet. Me and my family were caught in a great tsunami which was caused by directly guiding an enormous asteroid onto out planet to finish off the rest of their kind and at the same time they unwittingly destroyed me and my kind.

<< Perhaps our greatest mistake was, we never saw a need to develop space travel and were content to live comfortably in our on space, until they created great cataclysmic events on our world to cause a second ice age and the almost total destruction of their own genetic base. My corporeal body must still be intact in some sort of suspended animation because I'm able to communicate with you. This castle was built by my people and was one of the only remaining structures left on the planet. Since that time, my ethereal body has lived in the castle and traveled the universe on Captain Nick's ship. Working separately from the Essengurda, I have done what little I can to keep it out of serious trouble. The Essengurda were never fully aware of my presence, but I have managed to participate in some of the festivities when they were separated from their dream world. >> Emanuel said and paused for a moment.

Billy spoke through Jenny's mind. << I am Billy Daniels. I am speaking to you through Jenny's mind. She is but a wee bairn to our people, but one of great and unusual talents as you may have observed. How do we know you're who you say you are? >> Billy asked.

<< An understandable question, Sire. I've followed you and Captain Nick's lives, and I find your simple but elegant motives and goals refreshing and honest. The only being who could swear for my honesty, sincerity, and peaceful intentions is the great master of many worlds: he who made the seven stars and Orion; or, as you refer to him, Le Coq d'Or. He also is the only entity who can either provide you with the coordinates to my corporeal body or gather me unto himself to pass over into your care and supervision. I have witnessed your powers and your compassion for others, not only your family members, but also many of whom are neither of your own species nor members of your family. I find your motives, your methods, and your goals exemplary. I would feel safe, wanted, and appreciated for what meager talents I might bring to lay at your feet. If an arrangement can be made, I would gladly become your slave and be proud to kiss your handsome boots to prove my subservience and sincerity, Sire, >> Emanuel sent.

<< Very well. We have four ambassadors from Le Coq d'Or on board our ship at the moment. They have offered their help. We will take up the matter with them and ask them to confer with our generous benefactor and guardian entity. Although we've never met, I have a comfortable and affectionate regard for him, and would like to meet him one day. We will get back to you as soon as possible. Until then, please allow my family their rest and should you wish to contact anyone, please feel free to visit me. Why did you pick Jack and Jenny to reveal yourself, Son? >> Billy asked.

<< Fear. Insecurity. Embarrassment. Chronologically, they are closer to my corporeal age, and I thought they might be more compassionate than an adult, Sire. I was only ten revolutions around our sun when the catastrophe occurred. I have the potential for many talents, but unfortunately my development stopped when my body was flash frozen. Like many other mammals your scientists have discovered, I was quick frozen and entombed within a great sheet of ice as part of a glacier. Because of the excessive hydrocarbons from fossil fuels your race is pumping into the atmosphere and the destruction of the rain forests which provide the greatest portion of oxygen and the ozone protection layer of the atmosphere, the glacier holding my body is melting at a rapid rate. When it's gone, my body will wither and decay; then, I will perish, Sire, >> Emanuel replied.

<< You have my frequency. You may tickle me when you wish. If I'm busy, I may not be able to connect with you right away, but I will as soon as I'm able. If, among your gifts, you should sense an emergency situation threatening any of our people, notify my secondaries, Bart Langstrom, or Randy Rutherford. You are welcome to ride with me for a while each day, if it would please you, >> Billy sent.

<< You're kind and generous, Master Billy. I'm grateful for your compassion, Sire, >> Emanuel replied and disappeared.

<< Are you all right, Jenny? >> Billy sent.

<< I'm fine, Master Billy, I hope we can help him, >> Jenny replied.

<< I'm proud of you, Young Lady, and I'm proud of your cousin, Jack, too. You were both courageous and undaunted in your roles as ambassadors for our family. I'm very proud of both of you, >> Billy sent.

<< Hosanna! >> shouted Bossman Randy.

<< Hosanna, in the highest! >> echoed every mind on the Daniels' party line.

Billy was quick to tell everyone the crisis was over, try to settle down, and get some rest. They would have much to talk about in the morning over breakfast. Specifically, he told Bart and Randy he would discuss his reasons for making a split-second field appointment as his number two alternative representatives.

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Bart and the Colonel lay in bed together not saying anything to each other. << You should make sure you disconnect from everyone before you have a nasty thought like that, Bossman. I'm glad it's dark enough in here you can't see me blush, >> Bart sent and laughed.

<< Oh, Fuck! You mean, we ain't no secret no more? >> the Colonel asked.

<< No, no! I's just pull'n your leg. You were connected to the others through me. When I disconnected, I automatically disconnected you. You ain't strong enough to hold a connection with the mass mind more'n a couple of minutes. You'll grow stronger with practice, and you got one of the best mentats to guide you lying next to your handsome hunky body, >> Bart sent in reply.

<< I ain't embarrassed you heard me, Son. I can't help it. It's how my hungry, love-starved body feels about you. I want you as close to me as I can get you even if it means getting caught by Baug in the morning, >> Gus sent and sighed.

<< I don't think we have to worry none about our big ape-like family member. He's been much less hyper and more thoughtful since we sat in them cloud chambers. I think he's learned his lesson in giving us some privacy, so if it is your wish, I'm ready to receive you, sir, >> Bart said.

Gus slowly entered Bart's morphed cowboy-cunt by gently rocking to and fro until his natural lubricants from his large penis combined with Bart's and made entry more easy and stimulating. Once Gus felt like he bottomed out, he put both his hands on Bart's butt cheeks, and pulled his cowboy to himself as tight as he could fill him. Gus let out an great sigh of relief and comfort. He became overwhelmed by the sensuousness of their coupling. Gus could feel his ejaculation conjoining with Bart's internal orgasm, and it felt warm and comfortable. Neither of the men ever experienced such a phenomenon. It was the most simple, yet moving experience of their lives.

<< Was that number three, Cowboy? >> Gus asked stealing a kiss.

<< I think it was, Bossman. We knocked two out of the ballpark last night. I think this was our third, >> Bart reasoned.

<< I swear to you, Bartholomew Langstrom, on the name of some unknown, totally obscure, and forgotten god, I ain't never had me no experience like that in my life; have you, Son? >> the Colonel asked.

<< Never, Master Gus. Until you come along, other than masturbation, I ain't never had me no sex with nobody. No, wait! Do sheep count?” Bart asked and laughed. He got a laugh out of the Colonel who didn't bother to answer. “I don't think I could ever have an experience like that with another man. That was so sweet, it brung tears to me eyes, Bossman. You think ma' boot fits yore' third leg pert-damn good, sir? >> Bart asked.

<< Perfect, Son. I don't think I could find me no better fit. I'm certain I could wear yore' fine boot to bed ever' night, Cowboy, but don't consider selling it to me less'n you's ready to give it up, 'cause I ain't one to blow smoke up your pretty little ass. I hope you made it out of tough stuff, 'cause h'it's gonna' get a lot of wear, >> Gus replied and grinned.

<< Think of it as a renewable resource. Will my master require more from his slave this e'nin, sir? >> Bart asked.

<< What! And de-sanctify something as holy as our last conjoining of body, mind, and spirits? I should say not! While I envision myself as a sturdy, proven bull, I won't never be no pig. No. I just want to enjoy the afterglow from the release of our third round, and pass over into dreamland with my sword of passion, protected by a comfortable affection, sheathed inside my slave's warm body. Do you need for me to tell you I love you, Son? >> Gus asked.

<< After them words? Kind of you to ask, Master, but at this point, I don't think it's necessary. I think our bodies done shared that sentiment in spades, Bossman. Let's let them be still and enjoy their moment of bliss. Let's don't complicated things right now, >> Bart replied.

<< I agree. Goodnight, Son, >> Gus whispered and stole a kiss.

<< Goodnight, Master, >> Bart replied.

The men slept peacefully, completely entwined with each other, like they were doing a subconscious Tango de La Muerte in their sleep.* The sheets certainly attested to their nocturnal passion. They were awakened by Baug knocking softly on their door. “We'll be out in a few minutes, Baug. Thanks for the wake-up call!” the Colonel responded loudly.

Bart was on top of the Colonel's big body and Gus' massive, hairy arms were thrown around Bart to hold him. With one swift movement, he rolled Bart over on his back, raised his hips, and plunged his mighty sword into his mate's cowboy-cunt with one swift stroke as strong and perfect as Greg Louganis off the high board. Gus could feel Bart's body shudder and push hard against his master's rod of iron from the ecstasy of his internal ejaculation, and his master emptied himself again into his slave's tight cowboy-cunt.

“Can we consider that one as part of number three, Slave?” Gus asked stealing another kiss.

“I should think so, Master. We never broke from the the beginning of the third round. Besides we ain't no professional wrestlers. We're forming a new sport; perhaps even a new form of art, and there must be rules. I'm sure my master is creative enough to make them up as we go along,” Bart supported his master's supposition.

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Bart morphed back into his male form, and the men quickly showered. They were not shy with each other, and worked together like clock work to thoroughly wash each others backs. Bart knelt before his master and washed from his waist down to his feet. Bart wouldn't let Gus return the favor. Bart insisted there were certain things a master's slave should be just expected to do for him. “Are you beginning my master's training, Son?” the Colonel asked.

“Somebody's gotta' do it, and I want my master to be trained by the very best. I've been checking into various means and methods of training, and I've just about decided the best option for bow'fus; that is, if my master trusts his slave to gently lead him in the direction he would like to see him take us, sir,” Bart replied with respect.

“You only left my side once since I come to the ship. When did you have time to research something as important as master and slave training?” the Colonel asked.

“I done this research a good while ago as I was relearning to use my refurbished body. I sat under the cloud chambers and surfed the data banks and come across a folder which was highly classified and wouldn't let me enter. I asked Seth about it. He explained it was for adults only and only those who expressed a sincere curiosity or a deeper need to explore different bondings and alternative sexual aspects of more advanced male/male relationships. It cost me a drop of my blood inserted on a glass slide into the machine and Master Billy's final approval before I was allowed into the files to explore unto my heart's content – or at least until my penis dropped off – whichever come first. I could go on with that hyperbole, but I think you get the message,” Bart said and grinned.

Bart continued, “I done spent a week or more absorbing as much as I could, and trying to digest it in my mind to imagine the ultimate fantasy relationship I could conjure. I ain't never whacked my old cock off so many times in my young life. I finally realized, I created my own bliss, but I built a fantasy world which I realized, in reality, could never exist for me. I figured I might as well give up my fantasy dream-world, get my act together, to become the best dang cowboy I could for Master Billy and my fellow shipmates,” Bart explained, “As you could tell from the high praises from my boss-men and fellow workers, I found me a comfortable slot of which I'm proud – and then, you come along,” he added.

“I understand. That's enough for now, Son. Give me time to digest them words, and I promise we'll talk more. Let's have breakfast with our family and get on the road. Hopefully, we'll have time to discuss more of your discoveries and ideas,” the Colonel said.

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Everyone on the ship seemed to be in a great mood. Even old dour, Baug, was smiling more than he did in a good while, and to Billy, it was a good sign he was beginning to adjust to his new role as slave-protector for his family. Everyone was talking about the new entity they discovered the night before and the heroism of young Jack Rigby and his cousin, Jenny Robertson. It didn't take long for the four ambassadors from the Golden Cock to inquire about it. Billy carefully explained and relayed to them what the young boy alien told them about the only entity in the universe who could vouch for his honesty and sincerity would be him what made the seven stars.

“We'll be happy to present this information to him on your behalf, Master Billy,” Lawrence of Arabia said.

Somehow, old Larry's answer just struck Billy wrong, “Why can't I meet your master in person to discuss the matter? He's been a great help and an unbelievably generous friend. I consider him a great and powerful ally. We would come to his rescue in a cow-town minute if he called and needed our help. Ain't chu' men been treated well enough? I try to include you in everything. We ain't never hid nothing from you. We welcomed you with open arms, you been on our rescue trips, and we treated you like family. I don't mean to seem imperious, petulant, nor ungrateful, but I think it would be only fair to have my simple question answered. If, like you say, he's in love with cowboy life, by now, he should've picked up on the fact real cowboy's what are friends don't treat each other that way. They're upfront and considerate to a fault,” Billy said firmly with a touch of frustration in his voice.

The four men looked at each other as if to ask who wanted to answer Master Billy's honest but awkward question. They finally decided John Mack should answer for them. “It would seem my colleagues have chosen me to explain, Sire. Our master is fearful of contamination, Master Billy,” John Mack said.

“Hell, we ain't lepers down here, and I'd wager to say, with the help of my Cowboy-Angel posse we got us the healthiest family on this here planet,” Billy shot back.

“No, no. Not that kind of contamination, sir. He's afraid of contaminating you and your family,” Mack explained and smiled.

“Meaning no disrespect to you or your master, Doctor Mack, but as dumb and stupid as that statement sounds right out of your mouth, when you stop and consider for a minute, you begin to think it just might have a double edge or some greater significance. We know what happened when the American Indians met up with white men from Europe who took over their world. We know how the conquistadors in their greed for gold, enslaved the Aztecs, forced them to accept their flawed religion, slaughtered hundreds of thousand innocent natives for their god and country. Please explain to me how the Golden Cock could contaminate a handful of my family of his own choice? But before you do, take into consideration, everyone sitting around this table is so highly enhanced and seen the possible horrors of the future, they's just about as contaminated by the stark reality of new-ageism, as I like to think on it, as they possible can be. Why, even our youngest cowgirls and buckaroos are so much further advanced than the children of the regular populace, there ain't no room for comparison,” Billy said and slammed the ball back over into the ambassadors' court.

“Master Billy, we agree with you one-hundred percent. You make an excellent argument, and we have no honest rebuttal for you, but to tell you, your treatment of us has been exemplary and each of us has come to think on you and your family as our family, too. Basically, we're at a loss to explain his reasons without it coming out sounding like weak-tea at best or complete rubbish at worst. I shall hereby divorce myself from my brothers, and take a bold step out-onto a weak and shaky limb to tell you, god-like beings are not as perfect as your religions would like for you to believe. What sane man with a modicum of reason can read the Bible or the Quran and not realize their gods and prophets have some serious issues? I speak only for myself and not for my three brothers,” John Mack said.

“No he doesn't, Master Billy!” T. E. Lawrence spoke up like he was a tad disgusted with John Mack, “I'll stand up with my brother. While I might have a reputation for not telling the whole truth in my former life, and some of my writings might have been the extra fruits of my imagination, I can assure you, my beloved brother, Doctor John Mack, is telling the truth,” he said.

Chief Seattle spoke up, “I feel more at home on your ranch, than I did with my own people, Master Billy. If it is possible, and you will have me, it is my hope to join your family permanently. I would not jeopardize my chance by lying to you. Doctor Mack has spoken the truth,” Chief Seattle said.

“My fellow ambassadors are sharing their most honest thoughts with you, Master Billy. I feel the same as Chief Seattle and share his desire to become a permanent member of your family if you will have me, sir. Let us take your request back to Him-who-made-the-seven-stars and hope for the best, sir,” Tenzen Gyatso jumped on the bandwagon.

Billy gave them his blessing, and they decided to leave immediately after breakfast.

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Bart and the Colonel finished and got up from the table to say their 'goodbyes' with many handshakes, hugs, stolen kisses, and pats on the back. Gus said he hated to leave when things were getting interesting, but Bart assured him the situation was only one of many, and there would be plenty more. They left to gather their things and return to the dungeon area to gate to Bryan Isobel's garage. When they returned to their room, there was a small, carefully wrapped package with a nice bow on it, sitting on a table. Beneath the box was a greeting card. The Colonel opened the card and showed it to Bart. It was a picture of two old cowboys sitting in rocking chairs on the porch of an old bunkhouse holding hands watching the sun go down. Gus opened the card and he read: May you live to enjoy many sunsets together, and we hope our present will insure there will always be stars in your night sky. The card was signed by the Daniels family and practically everyone on the ship.

“Open it, Son,” the Colonel said.

“Forgive me, Bossman, but I'm almost certain it was meant for you to open. I have a hunch what's in the box, but you're new to our family and have no idea. If I'm correct, it will be a moment you will never forget,” Bart said.

“You make it sound ominous, Slave,” Gus said nervously.

“If an expression of love is ominous to you, sir, then 'yes' it just may shake you up a bit,” Bart said and grinned like he was having a good time at his master's expense.

Gus tore into the package and Bart admonished him to be careful, it might be delicate. Gus slowly open the box and pulled the gold metal ring embedded in the perfectly square wooden top of the gift and the rest followed. The big military man was stunned by what he saw as he pulled it out of the box and held it up so they both could see it together. Even though Bart's suspicion was correct, he was pretty impressed himself. It was an intricately carved 'star-bell' made from a rare extremely hard monkey-pod wood with the top and bottom held together by two exquisitely carved naked men who looked like exact copies of Bart and the Colonel down to their cock and balls. It looked like someone took naked photographs of them, beefed them up considerably to make them look like two Greek or Roman gods, and fed them into a 3-D printer or a highly refined computer numerically-controlled milling device. There was a beautiful golden bell which hung from the center of the top piece and a small gold hammer on a chain was attached to one of the four fluted posts on the corners.

“This is remarkable, but what in Hell's name, is it?” the Colonel asked.

“It's a bonding gift. It's our personal Star-bell, Boss-man,” Bart said, but didn't offer more.

“Could I get a little more input, Slave?” Gus asked and grinned.

“A great and highly revered prophet on Retikki Prime, Xoasteros Xenfendel, claimed, when two sentient males of any specie have successful sex with each other, if they ring their personal Star-bell after every coming-together, it will create a new star in the universe,” Bart explained.

“It's wonderful. Should we ring it to hear what it sounds like?” Gus asked like a kid with a new toy.

“It's bad luck to ring it before ejaculation. It might take the magic out of it, and it won't work properly,” Bart replied sincerely.

“But we done had us three successful unions already,” the Colonel insisted with a slight whine in this voice like a young kid wanting his way.

“Yes, you're right, I agree, Master. I think it would be all right, but be cautious and sound the bell only three times to be safe,” Bart said.

The Colonel took the golden hammer from its hook and gently rang the bell three time. It was a beautiful sound. It brought tears to both men's eyes. “It's a lovely gift – a fine sentiment – thoughtful, encouraging, and endearing. Should we take it with us, Son?” Gus asked.

“We must, if we plan to have sex. Once we accept it, it becomes our responsibility to make sure we create as many stars as we can together,” Bart replied.

“Well, it's easier for me to believe this quaint custom than my ex-wife's life choking nonsense. It sure as Hell beats the shit out of sentence prayers and begging forgiveness for something so life reaffirming as a good hot fuck with someone you love. I got me a feel'n we jes' might create our own universe, Son,” Gus said and smiled sweetly. "It makes one wonder if'n it ain't the way the universe come into being in the first place. If so, the stud what started it all must have been one horny son-of-a-bitch. Hosanna on him!" Hank exclaimed. The big warrior gently set the star-bell down, and pulled Bart into a hug. “Kiss me, Slave, to seal our future bond, and our blessing will activate our Star-bell at the same time,” the Colonel said like a leader, with whom, he felt Bart might comfortably relate.

Gus couldn't have been more correct. They shared a good kiss, put the Star-bell back into the box, stuffed it into Bart's duffel bag surrounded by soft clothes, gathered their things, and left the room. They said their 'goodbyes' to their family and walked down the backstairs to the dungeon. Everyone was there to see them off and wish them well. Bryan Isobel was there waiting for them. Gus thanked everyone for the thoughtful gift, the men walked through the gate with Bryan, and a new day began with three new stars in the Sombrero Galaxy. The new lights in the sky were discovered by a young, gifted Chicano astronomer who named them Los Tres Amigos: Pedro, Chico, and Hay-sus.*

End of Chapter 91 ~ Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
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* Tango De la Muerte: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a63u4mUQGXM
* Hay-sus (Jesus in Spanish)