Seek Him What Made Them Seven
Stars
Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 93
"In 1998 I was camping in Washington state and was forced to
have unprotected anal sex with three Bigfoot." ~ Joe Smith
(comment to the YouTube movie "The Capture Of Bigfoot") Joe
has become my personal hero. ~ W.G.
General Royce Boynton stepped through the gate into another world
– the world of Billy Daniels and his growing family. His eyes got
even bigger when he saw Bart in the arms of a huge Bigfoot in a
full embrace in a lip-lock with the giant beast which was
considerably more than a brotherly greeting. There was obviously a
strong bond between them. Their kiss was passionate and
considerably more erotic than some male/male porn he'd seen on the
Internet. For a moment, a great jealousy bordering on anger made
the General's face flush with blood and his internal temperature
rise several degrees. 'What was it?' he wondered. Was he jealous
of Bart or the beast? He finally decided it was neither and both.
He was jealous he rarely experienced such a powerful closeness
with another human let alone a giant beast. It was something which
he deeply wanted for himself so powerfully it made his gizzard
itch and he was profoundly humbled by his personal epiphany.
Hank came to his rescue, “That's my Watcher-Protector-Slave, Baug,
General. As you can see, Bart and him have bonded pretty tight. As
I told you, when I was a baby, I was stolen from a playpen where
my twin brother and I were playing under the shade of a tree on
the Daniels Ranch. The thief was a mean-spirited cowboy drifter.
He sold me to Baug for fifty bucks. Baug was a bachelor cowboy and
a damn good man. He gave up his chance for a normal life when he
accepted responsibility for me. He single-handed raised me from an
eight month old baby. Until recently, he was the only family I
knew. He was my surrogate father in his past life, but when he
died, because he rescued me from a kidnapper and devoted his life
to me, his life essence or soul was captured as his spirit was
leaving his body by an ancient race of benevolent aliens. The
handsome watcher you see before you was given a second chance to
come back, eventually find me, and live with me and Bart to
protect us and our new growing family. He's only been with us
about a week,” Hank explained.
Bart and Baug broke off their embrace. Bart turned and offered his
hand to the big man. The General took it with his left hand, and
allowed the young cowboy to pull him closer to Bart and Baug.
“General Boynton, allow me to introduce to you Master Gus's family
slave and Watcher-Protector. His name is Baug. He's only been with
us a short while, but long enough to capture our hearts. Don't let
his size frighten you, unless you're afraid of being loved to
death. He's a giant teddy bear until his loved ones are
threatened,” Bart said and grinned.
Bart turned his attention to the giant beast, “Cousin Baug, this
hunky gentleman is Master Gus and my new boss in the Military. His
name is General Royce Boynton and he's a Four Star General in the
Marine Corps. Currently he is the top ranking military man in our
country. I know you'll treat him with the respect and dignity he
deserves and will open your heart to welcome him into our family,”
Bart said.
The General offered his right hand to shake Baug's huge paw. The
big beast took it and gently pulled the General to him for full
body contact. Baug threw his huge arms around the General and held
him gently while looking deep into Royce's eyes like he was
reading a oil pan dipstick to check the volume of the big man's
humanity. Baug determined he was a little under half quart low on
self-esteem and brotherly love and probably could use a full quart
or more. The General never looked into more intelligent and
compassionate eyes in his life and the big man was lost in Baug's
surrounding vortex of affection. He suddenly felt drawn toward the
beast, and before he was given a chance to reconsider, found
himself exchanging the same passionate kiss he watched Bart share
with the huge beast. General Royce Boynton didn't hold back. The
General exchanged Baug's gentle but powerful passion with his own
strong affection.
They broke it off and Royce threw his arms around the beast, lay
his head on Baug's enormous chest, and listened to his strong
heartbeat. Baug continued to hold him and kiss him on the top of
his head. “You're much too good a man to carry such a great burden
alone, General. You have a great compassion for your fellow man –
traits not often found in a great warrior of your standing; but,
the icing on your cake is you are one of the finest looking men
I've seen in a good while. I will be happy and honored to help our
family see to your needs and comfort while you're here,” Baug said
softly
“Thank you, Baug. I think I needed your reassurance,” the General
said softly.
“Everyone needs reassurance from time to time – some more than
others. Anytime your self-appreciation gauge is a mite low and you
need it topped off a little, sir, I'm your beast,” Baug said
softly, and they laughed together.
Jack and Jenny, Hank's grandchildren, were standing near Baug. He
was looking after them in the Colonel and Bart's absence. Baug let
the General go and introduced him to Jack and Jenny. Jack was the
perfect cowboy gentleman and Jenny shamelessly flirted with the
big warrior and stole a kiss from the General.
“I thought you told me you only had daughters, and you didn't have
a grandson, Hank?” the general asked.
“He told you the truth, General Boynton,” Jack replied, “I was
born with the wrong plumbing,” Jack replied.
“Well, you sure fooled me, Son. You make a fine looking young
cowboy. Is that correct?” Royce asked Jack.
“Yes, sir, I hope Master Billy and his Cowboy-Angels will take
pity on me before I start to go through puberty and change me.
It's being researched, and my family is looking into it. In the
meantime, I'm staying here on the Daniels Ranch for the summer
with my Granddad, Mr. Langstrom, and Great-Granddad Baug, learning
to live and work as a cowboy. I plan to help my Granddad get his
ranch started up again,” Jack said.
“That's wonderful, Son. And, are you having a good-time visiting
with your family on the Daniels Ranch, Jenny,” he asked.
“Oh, yes, sir. I love the food here in the castle. I'm crazy about
Cajun food. If you've come for supper, you're in for a treat,
General. My mother isn't the best cook, sir, but please don't tell
her I shared that with you,” Jenny said and smiled.
The General laughed, “I promise, I won't say a word,” he said.
“What is this place? Where are we?” Royce asked Hank and Bart.
“You're in the dungeon room of a great medieval castle in an
underground cavern several hundred feet below the Daniels Ranch,
General,” Hank replied, “You can see the cells over there where
Master Billy and his Cowboy-Angels kept them other aliens. The
dungeon ain't used for much more than a depot for coming and going
through gates and some healings are done on them benches,” Hank
added. “Come, we'll walk together to the large gathering hall
across from the dinning hall,” Hank encouraged them, and they
began to walk together. Folks were beginning to arrive in the
great hall.
They no sooner turned to walk away, when another gate sprang up
and Billy walked through carrying a small boy in his arms wearing
a diaper, wrapped in a warm silver blanket which covered his
emaciated body. Billy was accompanied by his favorite halfling
groom Thular Rymer and the cute red and white King Charles
Spaniel, Molly Daniels. Billy didn't bother or take the time to
de-wing and was still fully fledged with his beautiful gold wings
with his sexy brown leather harness. His harness outlined and
enhanced his well-built body. The General was flabbergasted at the
beauty and handsome strong body of Billy Daniels. General Royce
Boynton didn't expect such a large and attractively muscular man.
Billy looked like pro-bodybuilder.
Everyone gathered around to see their new family member. Jack and
Jenny recognized him immediately. Word got out, and there was a
flood of folks who came from the farthest parts of the castle to
see and marvel. They heard about the young boy from before ancient
history who became a haint in the castle with whom Jack and Jenny
made contact. The strange and wonderful folks who inhabited Billy
Daniels world came to greet their newest family member, Lem, and
admire him.
Jethro Quince was still in his Kagoli Demon form. Harley-Buck
wearing his magnificent horns and his partner Earl Hickson just
knocked-off work and were still wearing their tool belts around
their hips, slave harnesses, and work boots. They worked all day
with a crew inside the castle running power lines to more rooms,
and they looked hot, like they just stepped out of a working man's
porn blog on the Internet. The General's eyes got big, and he
swallowed hard, as his penis swelled to enormous proportions when
he saw them in their harnesses.
Leon, the Lion man, Pan, the Panther man, Razza, the Dragon man,
were in town and came to the castle when they heard young Lem
would be coming soon. Commander Hunk and several of his men who
would be joining them for dinner arrived, to say nothing about the
Golden Sun Bears flying in windows to perch on giant's and large
warrior's shoulders. Dwarfs, Halflings, talking dogs, Archie and
Edith rounded out the unusual lot of the many different species.
In a short period of time the dungeon area was filled with giants
and other strange but wonderful creatures which would make the
crew of the Enterprise pale by comparison. Everyone seemed to know
each other and greeted one another with genuine sincerity. Several
came to Hank and Bart to be introduced to the new human among
them. The general was amazed.
“No wonder you people know about Lizard people. You have your own
zoo of strange creatures,” the General spoke softly to Hank and
Bart.
“They ain't strange to us, General, they's family. They live,
work, and play together in this environment under the guidance of
Master Billy, his Captain, Nick Samuels, and his Cowboy-Angels,”
Hank replied, “It's a large place. We ain't had a chance to show
you everything yet, but we will. Most of these critters are one of
their kind or in the case of the flying Sun Bears what you see is
the last of their people. We believe in caution, but we don't
believe in secrecy unless it's dealing with the outside world. I
think you can understand why,” Hank said.
“Of course I do. Them right wing religious morons would never
understand. They would automatically assign them to Hell, and
demand we nuke the lot of them,” Royce replied.
“Exactly,” confirmed Bart.
“On the other hand, their beliefs in myths and superstitions might
work to our advantage when we go Lizard hunting,” Hank said, and
his small posse agreed.
Billy spoke up, “If I may have my family's attention, I'd like to
introduce you to the newest member of our family, Emanuel, but our
brother, Bart, started calling him Lem. Emanuel is too biblical.
Lem is a cowboy name, and like a fine saddle or a comfortable pair
of old boots, it fits him perfectly. Most of you will remember, me
and my groom Thular Rymer and our little Molly were invited aboard
the the great golden spaceship by its captain who was instrumental
in lending us a much needed helping hand in the great caverns
under Mount Ararat to rescue them fallen angels from way before
biblical times. Our very own Cowboy-Angel 'Meat' over there – the
big blue giant towering over them other folks – was the leader of
them.”
“Billy continued, “The Captain of the giant golden orb ship was
also the man behind them tiny little spaceships creating a picture
of me and my best pal Samson in that big field in England. He
appeared to me in the form of my granddad and told me to call him
by any name I wanted to choose. He reminded me of Captain Nemo, so
that's what we called him. While we were on board, Captain Nemo
was alerted there was a great shift in the ice sheet surrounding
Lem. The Captain graciously allowed me to pilot one of his small
craft. They launched five crafts, we cut Lem out of the ice flow,
and took him back to the great ship with us. There, we thoroughly
cleaned him, checked him out for any contagious diseases, brought
him back to life, and refurbished him enough to give him a new
start on life.
“Because he was so depleted after lying in the ice flow for
thousands of our years, what was left of Lem was small and
fragile. Lem can't talk yet, but he can communicate with us
mind-to-mind, and he's very good at it. He can't walk either, and
for a while, until he learns to control his body, he will be like
a new born child, with the exception, it won't take him nearly as
long to grow out of the infant stage. We expect him to be up and
around in a couple of weeks – a month at the latest, and in six
months we hope he will be fully recovered enough, he'll be in the
saddle everyday round'n up them stray mavericks in the Hill
County,” Billy exaggerated and got everyone laughing.
“He's magnificent!” the General exclaimed in a soft voice.
“Lem?” Hank asked.
“No, Billy Daniels. He's a Cowboy-Angel, too?” General Boynton
asked.
“Not only a Cowboy-Angel. Billy Daniels is our leader, and the
master and protector of every Bigfoot Watcher on Earth. He's
married to his slave, that big Watcher standing behind him. His
name is Boomer,” Hank explained.
“Is he an Angel like they write about in them holy books,
Colonel?” the General asked.
“Naw, sir, he's just an ordinary human cowboy who has been
enhanced by several greatly advanced cultures in the universe,”
Hank explained.
“I must know more about your people, Hank,” the General said.
“You will. You and most of the top brass have been chosen,” Hank
replied, "Some of the Air Force evil-gelicals? Not so much," he
added.
Lem recognized Bart and the Colonel immediately, and held out his
little arms for Bart to take him. Bart gently took him from Billy
and was amazed at how light he was. Lem weighed almost nothing.
Hank got a big grin on his face when General Royce Boynton leaned
over and whispered, “Congratulations, Daddy. Looks like you got
chore'self the son you always wanted. From the looks of him, I'd
bet three months salary his looks is the product of you men's
genetic information,” the General said and grinned.
“I wouldn't take that bet, General. You have no idea what these
men can do,” Hank replied.
“That may be, but I know one damn thing for sure – I can't let go
of you men. I knew there was some reason I kept in contact with
Bart Langstrom all them years, and it weren't out of gratitude or
pity. There's a greatness in Bart and you, Hank, what's
undeniable. Your lives have come together to create something much
greater than the sum of your parts, and that alone is formidable.
Me and my boy must become a part of you and your new family,” the
General said.
“We'd be glad to have you and Roy join us, General,” Hank replied.
“When I'm in civvies, call me 'Royce,' Hank,” the General said.
“As you wish, sir, and thank you,” Hank replied.
Bart spoke up, “We got Lem, here, to thank for us exposing them
Lizard critter's, General. He told me what he knew about them, and
their low tolerance for high pitched sounds. My first thought was
them dog whistles what are silent to us, and praise the name of
some unknown god, they seemed to do the trick. I'm ordering a
passel of them whistles tomorrow from the company what makes them.
I'll pass them out among the kids we rescued from that underwater
alien base at Malibu, California,” Bart said.
“Wait a minute, we got very little info about that explosion, and
it was the same night them alien bodies were dropped from a small
orb of some kind parked over the plaza in Balboa Park. Are you
telling me it was you men and Billy Daniels behind it?” the
General asked amazed.
“Yes, sir, we were in them ships. We got them kids out of there
and destroyed the base,” Bart said but didn't add any more, “Most
of them kids is still with us here in the castle. You can talk
with 'em later if you like. They'll be down to eat supper with us.
The Colonel and I sat down with them and gathered their
information so we could return them to their families. A few have
already gone home. Some don't wanna' go home. The Colonel and I
have talked about opening a home for unwanted and abused kids on
his ranch. I think it may be our calling for what we're suppose to
do with our lives,” Bart said.
“I know how them kids feel, and I ain't been here more'n an hour.
I wouldn't want to go home either,” the General said, “I had a
rough childhood, and the only thing what saved me was the Marine
Corps,” he added, “I swore and be-damned my boy would never go a
day without hearing his old man tell him he loves him, and I swear
on the name of some unknown god, I've lived up to that promise as
best I could,” he added.
Jack and Jenny smiled at him. Jenny spoke to Lem, “Welcome home,
Lem, we hope you'll be happy among us,” she said, “What you need
is some Lummox milk, Brother,” she added and grabbed Baug enormous
hand with her small one. Baug picked up Jenny and held her as she
hooked up to Baug's teat and started sucking.
“Jenny, Darling, don't drink too much. You don't want to spoil
your supper,” her granddad admonished her.
Jenny pulled off with milk running down her chin. Baug used his
big black tongue to clean her, and she giggled, “I was just trying
to show Lem he had nothing to worry about. Lummox milk is the best
food for kids, and it's so good you never want to stop sucking,”
she said.
<< Jenny's right, Little Brother, would you like to try
some of Baug's milk. He will also sing to you while you drink.
It will give you a great boost and provide you with important
nutrients you need to grow stronger, >> Bart sent.
<< He is so big and handsome, Master Bart. He seems so
gentle. Yes, I think I would like to taste his milk, sir,
>> Lem returned.
“Lem would like to have some of your milk, Baug,” Bart said. The
giant beast gently took the bundled small boy into his arms and
Lem didn't hesitate hooking up to a teat. Everyone stood and
watched for a while until Baug could hold back no longer and began
to sing to Lem in deep rumbling tones.
“Jesus, you think he'd let me have some tit?” the General asked
Bart.
“I drink his milk almost everyday, and my master takes advantage
of his goodness from time to time. As you know, after puberty,
cow's milk and milk products are not healthy for humans. Watcher's
milk was designed by Mother Nature for their kith and kin. It's
part of Baug's M.O., General,” Bart replied using a military term,
“Besides, there is a secondary benefit from drinking Watcher milk,
it will rearrange some of your synaptic-conjunctions in your brain
to allow you to hear others in your head,” Bart said.
“No! You're shit'n me, Cowboy!” the General exclaimed.
“I shit you not, General. What kind of Marine Officer would try to
bullshit his Commanding Officer?” Bart asked with mock indignation
and grinned.
“Many have tried, but I know in my heart you would never lie to
me, Captain Barton Langstrom,” the General reaffirmed.
Bart introduced Billy to the General and Royce Boynton felt a
communication pass between them which was palpable. He knew
without reservation he would come to greatly admire the
Cowboy-Angel standing before him. Billy overheard their
conversations and couldn't help being curious. “What the Hell is
going on here? What's this about you being Captain Barton
Langstrom of the Marine Corps, and dog whistles killing them nasty
Lizard men?” he asked and the three men, Bart, Hank, and the
General looked at each other and began to laugh.
Bart answered,“You might say I got conscripted into the Marine
Corps this afternoon as a requirement for testifying before
thirty-five or forty top military brass in the country. The
hard-ass Five Star General in charge demanded I must be military,
or he wouldn't allow me in the big pow-wow to testify. Master Gus
and me knew him and his two men were Lizards morphed as humans
when they came into the room. I served under General Boynton in
the Middle-East, and we got to know each other pretty good. We
kept in touch over the years. Master Gus, his men, the Commander
and the Captain whom we refurbished, and the General, ate lunch
together and talked over some things. Since General Boynton is a
Four Star General in the Marine Corps and Master Gus is a Marine
Colonel, it seemed natural for the General to swear me into the
Corps – and that's exactly what he did. The Lizard General told
General Boynton to make me a Captain,” Bart said and laughed. “I
thought that was awful sweet of him. We have no idea what his
reason was, but I weren't about to question him. Neither did
General Boynton. He picked up the fumble and ran with it,” Bart
added. He got everyone laughing at the seeming absurdity of the
moment.
“What happened to them Lizards?” Billy asked concerned.
“Me and Master Gus's posse, the men from NSA, and them two chopper
pilots blew our ultra-sonic dog whistles on them, scrambled their
brains, and after they lost control of their morph, they flopped
around like fish out of water and died. They's in three of them
sealed preservation boxes along side the other alien we got stored
in Master Ironmonger's warehouse behind his shop. All them
military big-wigs want a pair of Lizard boots like Master
Ironmonger made for you and me, Master Billy,” Bart said, and the
men laughed with him.
“How did it go down, Son?” Billy asked.
“Seth made up a video to give General Boynton for him and his
fellow officer's defense if anybody tries to suggest foul play to
dethrone a five star Alien general, and we got us a copy. We'll
show you after supper, but first we gotta' check in on Admiral Ben
Armitage. He suffered a coronary when he watched them aliens morph
across the table from him. We were put on the spot, Master Billy.
It was either show our hand or let the man die. I can't remember
the number of times you told us, if it comes down to saving a life
or exposing ourselves, to save the life,” Bart said.
“Yes, that's exactly right! That's what I told you, and I'm proud
of you men for doing the right thing. I wanna' hear all about it.
Are you enjoying you visit, General?” Billy asked.
“I'm like a kid with a brain freeze from eating ice cream too
quick, Master Billy,” he replied.
“You come from cowboy stock, don't you, General?” Billy asked and
grinned.
“To the bone, sir, many generations,” the General replied.
About that time Admiral Ben Armitage with his posse of halfling
care givers, a foursome of Billy's Cowboy-Angels and their
Watcher-Protector husbands arrived. He looked thirty years younger
and was considerably beefed up. His sliver-white hair was returned
to a sandy-brown color showing some beginnings of gray but just
enough to be sexy. He walked directly to Bart, took him into his
arms like a long lost lover, turned to Hank and spoke, “I'm sorry,
Hank, I know he's your boy, but I must do this,” he said as he
proceeded to give Bart a kiss which caused every male penis in the
dungeon to stand at attention. The General and the Colonel were
laughing like two school boys who smelled a fart.
“Jesus, your men do good work, Master Billy,” General Boynton
said.
“I'm proud of my men, General. We might wanna' keep the Admiral
around for a day or two to make sure he don't have any more
problems. We'll run a stress test on him tomorrow to see if he has
any complications. We don't expect none, but it's a good
precaution,” Billy said.
After their 'god-almighty' kiss, Bart hooked his strong arm with
Admiral Ben's and took him to meet Billy. The two men hit it off
immediately, and the Admiral was nothing but compliments about the
care and attention he received since he arrived at the Daniels
Ranch. He was as fascinated by the large variety of people and new
creatures as any other goodhearted man with an active imagination
would utilize to help them see the purpose and unity of the
Daniels extended family. They might not understand everything
immediately, but it creates a remarkable challenge within them to
learn as much as quickly as they can to feel like they're becoming
a greater part of the Daniels experience.
The ladies from the big house got word of the hubbub of Bart and
Hank returning early to the ranch and Billy being called away.
They decided to come for supper to hear the latest news. The first
bell rang to call those taking their evening meal to begin
gathering for supper, but they never began to move into the
dinning hall until the third bell. The second bell was for the
younger members of the family to be seated so there would be less
confusion. Jennifer Halfablap, the Colonel's youngest daughter
came with the ladies. Bart and Hank were a bit surprised to see
her. They thought she would be spending the week with her mother
assisting her and her sisters with Wilma's move from the ranch
into the condo in Fredericksburg.
“Believe it or not, we got everything done by early afternoon,
Dad,” Jennifer told her father, and the men gathered around Hank,
“Surprisingly, Mother didn't want much from the house. She lay
down on the queen-size pillow-soft bed in the apartment and
decided it was more comfortable than her old bed. With the help of
my sisters, Baug, Jack, Jenny, Deek, Bafra, and a couple of your
cowboys who volunteered to help, we were done by one o'clock. She
left a lot of things behind. I still have some things to get rid
of, but I'll start on it tomorrow. I won't need as much help.
Jack, Jenny, Baug, Deek, and Bafra will give me a hand; so,
basically, what's left is yours,” Jennifer said.
“I can't thank you enough, Darling,” Hank said, “Will you stay on
at the ranch, Daughter?” he asked.
“I will for a while until you decide what you and Bart want to do,
but I will mostly stay here on the Daniels Ranch to give Aunt Kate
and her staff a hand. You know I've always loved puttering around
in a kitchen, and I enjoy the camaraderie of the ladies. With the
ease of moving from one place to another through gates gives a
person a wonderful sense of freedom. We don't have to be tied down
to just one place to live. I spent most of my life in that ranch
house without much interactive stimulation with other folks, but I
will never do it again. Without social interaction, I didn't care
whether I lived or died,” Jennifer lamented.
“Whatever you decide is best for you, will be fine with me. It
seems like our branch of the Daniels family is starting to grow,”
Hank said referring to young Lem.
“I don't do babies,” Jennifer said firmly, and smiled.
“I wasn't suggesting you should. Baug will work perfectly fine as
a wet nurse, and I'm sure Bart has an inclination to nurture. He
takes pert-damn good care of me. I can't say I don't have my own
needs to nurture, but I never got much of a chance with three
daughters and living with your mother. My nurturing was subjugated
to financial subsistence only. I was slowly pushed out of my
family and a wall was built between us by Saint Wilma the Chaste
which challenged the the Great Wall of China. As a card carrying
member of the mongol hordes, I was always kept on the other side
of the wall. I'm surprised we were able to salvage anything of a
relationship as you girls moved through puberty and walked into
adult life. I refused to build walls and boundaries for any child
for whom we might become responsible. I'm almost certain Bart and
I will end up with Jack and Jenny. They neither seem to fit in
well nor are they comfortable with their families, but Bart and
me, we've already discussed it, and if it should come to that,
we're up to the task,” Hank said with humility.
“I'm glad you found Bart, Daddy. I think he's the best thing that
ever happen to you,” Jennifer declared.
“I can't gainsay that, Daughter. I come to believe Bart was sent
to me to become the son I never had,” Hank said.
“I have no doubt, Dad, and I'm happy for you,” Jennifer agreed.
Everyone went into dinner except Baug. Lem drank as much of his
delicious warm milk he could handle. He became drowsy and couldn't
keep his eyes open. The Colonel pulled Baug aside, “Take him up to
our suite of rooms, Baug, and I will send up one of the kitchen
help with a tray for you. Stay with him, Dad. We may have to
depend on you to see to his well being for a while. I know you can
handle the job. You certainly have my approval as a surrogate
parent for Lem,” Hank said, smiled, and patted the great beast on
his back.
“Lem brings back memories of you and me, Son,” Baug said, “You
know I won't say 'no' even if I could. I will be happy to take
care of him. He's already a hero if he saved you and Master Bart's
lives,” he added.
“He just well may have saved our lives, Pa. I know this adjustment
has been difficult for you, but perhaps Lem, Jack, and Jenny will
become the bond the three of us need to make an unusual but unique
family,” Hank said and saw a tear form in the beast's eye, “And
don't worry none about Bart. He loves you very much, and I will
share him with you at his discretion; after all, Bart is our blood
relative. I just hope if young Bart and I decide to have children
of our own they ain't retards,” Hank threw out as a
matter-of-fact.
“You always could be obtuse sometimes, Son, what in the Hell are
you talk'n about?” Baug asked.
“Jennifer asked him the other night at dinner what his full
Christian name was and Bart replied, Lathem Augerance Barton
Langstrom. He was named after his great grandmother's maiden name
Frances Virginia Lathem, whom they called 'Franny,'” Hank said and
smiled.
“I taught you never to bullshit your daddy, Son,” Baug said in
frustration.
“It ain't no bullshit, Pa. It's the god's gospel truth. He's still
got a pitcher of her in his family album, and it's the same one
you got on the wall in your old room at the ranch. It ain't never
been touched,” Hank insisted.
“No wonder I been so drawn to him, aside from the fact he just
happens to be one of the most handsome cowboys I ever laid eyes
on,” Baug said.
“Could be. Stranger things have happened. I think it's more than
coincidence we come together,” Hank assured him.
* * * * * * *
The second bell rang and the remaining children from the raid on
the Lizard base at Malibu came down and were seated. Another gate
opened and Bossman Randy, his sister Kayla, his ranch foreman, Ram
Snoddy, and his Uncle Billy Bob Bane walked through. They were
spruced-up wearing their best western cloths. They walked up to
Billy, the General, Bart, the Colonel. Billy opened his arms to
Randy and Kayla.
“I didn't know if we would see you this e'nin. I didn't get a
tickle this afternoon. I tried to tickle you a couple of times and
didn't get an answer,” Billy said.
“I know, it's my fault. We was busy all day. We was trying to get
finished up so's we could come for Creole-Cajun night. We's trying
to get everything done before the really hot weather sets in. The
way things look, we may have some more freakish weather this
coming weekend,” Randy drawled. Billy shook Ram and Billy Bob's
hands and introduced them to the General.
“So you're the famous Randy Rutherford,” General Boynton said.
“I don't know how famous I am, General, but I do my best to live a
good life and love my family like any cowboy should,” Randy said
and immediately captured the big military man's heart.
“My boy is crippled up from the wars in the Middle East, but he
never misses one of you men's Barnyard Concerts. He's got every
DVD you folks made, and he watches them by the hour. He told me
you cowboys bring him so much pleasure, it's like he's living his
life vicariously with you for a while, and his heart is filled
with love and peace. He thinks on you and Master Billy as his
brothers. And once in a while, he gets to see his savior, Barton
Langstrom, among you, who went out of his way to save my boy Roy's
life along with three other men when they were caught behind enemy
lines. Bart's deep sense of humility and humanity went way out of
the bounds of reason or probability, but in the end he won the day
and rescued my boy and his men without firing a single shot,” the
General said, “I'll bet you men don't even know your humble cowboy
what lives among you was the single most decorated man to have
ever served in the Middle-East under my command,” the General
added.
“No, we didn't know, General, but why am I not surprised?” Randy
asked. “I know my cowboy brothers and love them, but out of many,
I would have to say, my Big Brother Bart is the most unassuming of
them. He's highly intelligent but very private; yet, he still has
room in his big heart to stop anything he's doing to listen to me
or any other man who might be bothered with something, and he has
the talent to gently steer them in the right direction. He's one
of my main go-to cowboys when I'm feel'n a mite down and ain't
sure about things. Did you know about this revelation, Brother
Sparks?” Randy asked Brent Sparks.
“I did, Brother Randy, but not because Bart told me. The General
told me last year before he came out to take me and Bart to dinner
for Bart's birthday. I'd known Bart almost seven years by that
time, and he never said a word about being a hero. I began to
wonder what the connection was between him and the general, a man
of his import, who faithfully came out year after year to visit
with Bart on his birthday. After the General explained, I
understood. There was and still is a strong bond between them,”
Brent said.
The General spoke up, “You men can't imagine my joy and delight
when I saw Bart today as Colonel Halfablap's caretaker. He came to
support the Colonel and give testimony to what he witnessed and
observed about the reptilian race. The five star Lizard General
over us insisted he wouldn't allow Bart to testify unless he was a
member of the armed services. He gave me an order to swear Bart
into the Marines, and he would be on my staff as a Captain. Bart
agreed, I swore him into the Corps, and as of today, yore' beloved
cowboy brother is a member of the Marine Corps as Captain Barton
Langstrom. He's mine, I tell you, all mine!” the General yelled
and laughed like an evil fiend, “Sorry Colonel. Sorry Bart, I just
had to crow about it,” the General said and laughed. “And I ain't
signing your or the other three men's retirement papers neither
until we sit down and have us a pow-wow here at the Daniels Ranch
with Master Billy, his main men, and we can work something out.
I'll lay my cards on the table, you throw down yours, and lets see
what we can come up with. Don't get me wrong, I ain't posing no
threat, but I foresee the time coming when we might need each
other. I don't give a good got-damn what them money grubbing
politicians are doing – I, for one, want to be on the right side
of history,” the General said firmly.
“I know I'd feel a bit safer knowing Bart and the Colonel
continued some contact with you top military men, no matter in
what capacity,” Zelma Redbone said.
“Hear! Hear!” Randy yelled.
“I second that, Brother Randy,” Tron Garrett answered.
“Come, Ladies and Gentlemen, and find your places at the table.
They're just about to ring the third bell for seating, and the
young'uns are patiently waiting for us,” Billy urged them. They
filed into the room and everyone found their place. They joined
hands around the table and Billy spoke, “Uncle Gus will you do us
the honor, sir?” he asked.
“Happy to Nephew. May the joy of our gathering and the peace of
our bonding with the goodness from the Earth, nourish our bodies
and souls, bring us happiness and contentment,” the Colonel said.
“Hosanna!” said Billy.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” everyone replied.
They sat down and began to pass platters and bowls. Hank and Bart
weren't wrong when they told the General they knew of an
out-of-the-way place where they served the best damn Creole-Cajun
food in Texas. The General declared it had to be the very best
ethnic food he'd eaten in long time. He was sitting on Billy's
right and Nick was on Billy's left. Admiral Ben sat next to Nick
and the Colonel next to the General. Of course, Bart sat next to
his master, and Brent sat next to Bart. Across from them were the
thirty-five or more young boys and girls rescued from the Lizard
base at Malibu. Only a very few were returned to their parents.
“We can review the video of your meeting today after dinner. Any
of the adult family may stay and watch, but it might not be good
for the young ones to view it,” Billy announced.
“That's not fair, Master Billy!” Cindy Lou Gates spoke up right
across from Billy, “Don't forget us kids know what they look like,
what they smell like, and what they do to children. They're a
reality, and if we can handle what we went through, we can handle
seeing your video,” she said like a seasoned attorney.
“Tell him, Little Sister!” one of the young boys backed Cindy.
“Yeah, Cindy! You go, Girl!” another little girl agreed.
There was a dead silence around the table waiting to hear Billy's
response. “You know what, Darling, you're right. It ain't been so
long ago when I was left out of conversations about things the
adults didn't think I should know about. I hated it then, and I
hate the idea now. No one wants to admit it. I don't want to admit
it, but we're living in a different world today than we did when I
was growing up. I'll offer you kids a compromise, you don't have
to watch it if you don't want to. You can go to your rooms and
watch TV or play games, but those who wish to watch must find
yourself the biggest cowboy you're comfortable with and asked him
nicely if you may sit in his lap while you watch it together,”
Billy said firmly.
“Fair enough!” Cindy agreed, “General Boynton, sir, you're big
enough for me. You'll do nicely. May I sit in your lap, sir?”
Cindy asked.
“I would be proud and honored, Pretty Lady,” the General replied,
“Are you the young lady who managed to get away and hide from them
nasty critters?” he asked.
“I am, sir. I spent a horrible night hiding in a cabinet looking
through the keyhole as they ate another girl only a little older
and a bit larger than me. It was the most awful, terribly
frightening thing I ever saw. They don't sit down to eat like we
do, and they stink like rotting flesh. They eat like wild animals
and fight each other over who gets the most or best parts. To
watch three of them awful alien Lizards drop dead would be a great
relief for me. It would mean a lot to me to know they can be
killed, but I must see it with my own eyes to convince me there's
hope, sir,” Cindy Lou said.
“I agree with Cindy! You go, Girlfriend!” said the oldest boy with
the terrible tattoos.
Billy tried to continue the conversation. “How did you manage to
kill them, General?” Billy asked.
“What? Me kill 'em?” the general roared with laughter. “Damn near
forty top military brass of your country were as scared as Little
Cindy said she was. That's why I can empathize with her feeling of
horror and anger. We yelled, screamed, jumped up out of our
chairs, and moved away from them ugly critters as fast as we
could. We didn't know what the Hell to think. It was our first
time to see one. Poor old Admiral Ben, here, didn't react fast
enough, the shock stopped his heart, he suffered a coronary, and
his head hit the table with a resounding thud. It was your man,
Bart Langstrom, who played David to our Goliath, what pulled a
rabbit out of the hat. Bart, the Colonel, and his two men; the
four men from NSA, and the two chopper pilots what visited your
ranch were responsible.
"Bart bought each man one of them ultra-sonic dog whistles, and
when Bart gave the code word 'Joshua,' they blew them whistles
together until it scrambled them alien's brains. They lost control
over being morphed, and they died as Lizards. I told Bart he
damn-well might be the first man in history to get a Congressional
Medal of Honor from every branch of the military and a second one
from the Marine Corp. Ain't no doubt in my mind Captain Bart
Langstrom saved our bacon, and if you folks ain't as proud of Bart
and the Colonel after you watch the video, I'll damn sure take
them men off your hands, and they can come play soldiers with me!”
the General exclaimed strongly and praised Bart and Hank. Hank
Halfablap beamed with pride.
“Wait a minute!” Bart interrupted the General, “It t'weren't my
idea, sir. Lem tipped me off they couldn't handle high-frequency
sound, and the only thing I could think of was them ultra-sonic
dog whistles. I didn't even know if they would work, but Hell, it
was worth a try. The poor clerk at the pet store must have thought
I was a crazy man. I bought eleven of them whistles and passed
them out to men I knew we could trust, and I explained why. We
just got lucky,” Bart said.
“Don't matter! What matters is you had the brass to try it based
on a pretty good tip,” Admiral Ben said, backing up the General.
“Son, don't underplay your role. Us old war horses can't thank you
enough for you intervention. We literally owe you our lives. We
were being controlled by aliens and didn't even know it. No
telling what they might have ordered us to do, and as you well
know, when you're in the military, you never question, you carry
out the orders you're given,” Admiral Ben added.
“How do you men plan to approach the powers-that-be, the people
over you, when they find out their Five-Star General was a Lizard,
but he's dead now?” Billy asked the General.
“That's a good question, Son. It's a real problem, ain't no doubt.
Them aliens created a difficult conundrum. To be honest, I ain't
got me a clue at this point. I'm fly'n blind by the seat of my
pants. I wish I could pull out a can of spinach, eat it, muscle up
to the job, and beat it to death, but I'm afraid that course of
action is best left to cartoons; although, I have to give it to
Olive Oil, she's one sexy lady,” he said and grinned, “I took over
temporary control of the military 'cause I'm the only four star
general. I was promised the five star position when some
underhanded political shenanigans took place, and they bumped-up a
three pay grade lower general to five stars and put him in charge
over me and the others; and he was dang-near ten years younger
than me to boot without the experience or the chops to handle the
job even adequately. I'd say bringing him and whoever is close to
him up under charges of treason would be a starting place. It very
well could mean the military will be required to take over the
government until the roots of this infamy are ripped out of its
nest.
"General Shylock's promotion was unprecedented in the history of
the U.S. Military. At every turn he made major mistakes and the
rest of us were expected to cover for him. Talk about creating a
castration complex for me and several other military men. The last
five years has been Hell for us. He got us into more trouble, we
lost more men than anytime in current history, but we had to
follow his orders. He was a hot-head know-it-all and wouldn't
listen to a word of caution from his staff. Several have voiced
their opinion, they think whoever put him in power wanted us to
become frustrated and demoralized enough to resign or retire. Then
they could put in whatever puppet military men they wanted.
Unfortunately for them, it didn't work out that way,” General
Boynton said.
“Could you use some legal advice, General?” Grover asked.
“At this point I'm open to any suggestions, sir, are you an
attorney?” Royce Boynton asked.
“I am, but I know a lot about the structure of our government, and
the way it's suppose to work. I'm probably the only student in Law
School who stayed awake during Civics class. As it is now, we are
no longer a democracy, so you are even more handicapped in your
position; however, you have the Internet media to spread your
gospel if you care to confront them. We also have some learning
cloud chambers which you can sit under for several hours, and it
will give you solid education in the current world political
situation – what you can get away with, and what you can't. You
might have several choices. Tell them what happened, but don't do
it alone or unarmed. Back up your accusation with the DVD.
"If you decide to confront them, and call their hand, gather your
posse including Bart, the Colonel and his staff; also, those whom
you trust and are sure will back you up. If some of your staff are
right-wing fundigelical religious loonies, you might want to sound
them out or dismiss them altogether. They can be unpredictable
about anything including their beliefs in their own myths. After
you round up your posse, stand before those who were responsible
for placing them alien critters over you with an indignant
collective might and accuse them of treason. Threaten them to
release the video of the the Lizard General losing his morph to
the public and let them decide.
“Accuse them of manipulating the military to bring about chaos and
discontent and innumerate the failures the previous General
caused. If they get high-and-mighty, push back respectfully, and
tell them they could possibly be facing being taken over by
military control and the government will grind to a screeching
halt until you and your men can get to the bottom of their
treachery. That would include the take down of the FBI, CIA, NSA,
and whatever intelligence gathering body they have. Now that you
know how to flush them aliens out, a simple high-frequency weapon
shouldn't be that difficult to construct. It won't hurt the
people, but it will flush out any aliens among us,” Grover said.
“What you're talking about, sounds like it would make me a
banana-republic style dictator, sir,” the General said with some
indignity.
“What do you think we have now? A one party system ain't no
democracy, Son. Dissenting voices are not being heard, nor would
they be listened to if they were,” Grover argued convincingly.
“You could also pull a false flag situation by telling the powers
that be you know nothing about them three disappearing and insist
you are simply following orders given you and your men by General
Shylock. If they try to contact him directly, tell them he's gone
underground, and he refuses to deal with them except through you
and your men. Insist you're merely carrying out his orders. Put
the burden of proof on the powers that be until you flush out them
varmints who put him there in the first place,” Grover added.
“Humm, I like that better than me being known as the General who
attempted a military junta, but then, we wouldn't have the shock
value to arouse the public of the Lizard men among us,” the
General said.
“One thing you must accomplish is to make damn sure you become the
head honcho of the armed forces. You could be the most important
part of turning the tide of our world around if you're interested.
If you ain't interested, then take the easy way out, keep you
mouth shut, and let them handle it the way they want. Chances are,
you will have three more aliens over you within a fortnight. I
wouldn't take odds on it not happening,” Grover reasoned.
“How long can you stay with us, General?” Billy asked.
“We only come for the evening and then we're going to gate back to
our place,” Hank spoke up.
“I don't have to be back to my home or D.C. before next Monday
unless they start looking for them Lizard impostors, General
Shylock and his two Lizard brothers. I planned to visit some old
friends in Houston area I ain't seen for a good while, the
McMartin family,” the General said and several people laughed.
“Tom and Abigail McMartin and their boys Rory and Calhoun?” Billy
asked.
“Yes, you know them?” the General asked surprised.
“That's Zelma Redbone sitting right across from you, sir. She's
Tom's grandmother,” Billy said.
“I'm sorry, ma'am, I didn't recognize you. The last I heard from
Tom, you were quite ill,” Royce Boynton said quietly.
“I was, the doctors gave up on me and told me to go home and get
my affairs in order, I would soon be leaving Earth, but when you
have friends like the Daniels, you don't need to worry,” Zelma
said and smiled, “And 'yes' they can do the same for your son,
General,” Zelma added. She saw the pained look cross his face and
knew what the big warrior was thinking without tickling him.
“Knowing you through my grandson, I know you to be a proud man and
you would never ask for such a favor. There is one minor
concession, though,” Zelma paused for a moment, “you and your boy,
Roy, must be willing to become a part of the greater Daniels
family,” Zelma finished.
“I would consider it an honor and a privilege, ma'am,” the General
humbly replied.
“Good, then we have established a basis of mutual cooperation and
empathy to work from. We will be honest with you, General, but by
the same token of appreciation, we expect the same from you,”
Billy said.
“You have my word as a cowboy, Master Billy, from a man who was
born and raised in Texas and was taught the cowboy-way all his
life. I honor and live by the Code of the West, Son,” the General
said firmly.
“Hosanna!” shouted Nathan Daniels.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” the people gathered around the table
responded.
Billy and the General's bond was set. By the end of supper,
everyone, from the smallest to the largest, in the great dinning
hall was convinced General Royce Boynton was a worthy and
dedicated warrior and would make a healthy contribution to the
Daniels family.
"Tell us about your boy, General,” Billy asked.
“He's around the same age as Barton. I think Bart is three years
older. He and Bart went through boot camp together and became good
friends. After boot camp Bart went on to Corpsman school and Roy
went to Navy Seal training. They were reunited about a year later
in the same squad of sixteen men. Long story short, they were
making an assault on a village where they got false information
the leaders were stockpiling a cache of heavy-duty weapons. Half
of their team were to make the assault and the other half remained
as back up and snipers. It was a set up from the very beginning,
but naval intelligence didn't know it at the time. Roy and Bart
were on the assault team. They were ambushed, three were shot down
instantly, four were cut to pieces including my boy. Bart was the
single survivor, but he took a hit in his right butt cheek and his
left shoulder. Six of the villagers took serious hits, but they
were still alive.
"Bart gave himself a shot of painkiller, cinched his ass and
shoulder up tight, and started dodging bullets getting my boy and
his brothers to safety. Once he got them stabilized, he returned
and brought the wounded villagers into the same area he was taking
care of his men. Both sides thought he was crazy, but Bart had a
leg up on the situation our boys didn't know about. He made it a
point to learn the Haji's language. He patched up the wounded
villagers as best he could. He even transfused one of the Muslim
men with his own blood to keep him alive. Then they sat and
waited. Finally, in desperation, Bart walked out into the center
of the square wearing no gun waving a white cloth on a long stick.
He yelled for them to come and get their wounded men but leave
their weapons behind.
They were amazed. Bart saved every life of their wounded he could.
They were flummoxed. It wasn't the way a battle in a war was
suppose to happen or end. They quickly took their wounded away and
took Bart's white flag from him. When they cleared the area, their
main man posted the white flag for the rest of Barton and Roy's
squad to come get them. Did I leave anything out, Son?” the
General asked.
“Naw, sir, except they didn't know whether to court martial me for
giving aid to the enemy or give me a medal for saving our men.
Fortunately, cooler heads prevailed, and the Marine Corps awarded
me the Congressional Medal of Honor. I always suspected your head
was one of the more reasoned, sir. You knew what I done was little
more than bartering bodies and lives. I gambled, if I had enough
compassion and empathy for their men as well as mine, they might
reconsider the circumstances and return the favor. My team and
your approval was enough for me, General. I never expected
anymore. I stayed with that same team the rest of my time,” Bart
said.
“And where is your boy now, General?” Billy asked.
“He's at our home in Virginia with my dad and mom, but they're
getting up in years. We also have two mature folks Ed and Gladys
Adams who live in a caretaker's cottage on the property and the
four of them take care of him while I'm away. I take care of him
when I'm home. Roy lost both legs, his right arm to the elbow and
his left hand. He ain't paralyzed and can do a few things for
himself,” General Boynton said.
“If you can stay, we'll go get Roy tomorrow and bring him back to
the ranch. We'll work on him here, and then you men can decide
what you want to do from there. We'd like for you stay through the
weekend if you can. We have much to cover for you to catch up so
you will know what you might consider if you need some
Cowboy-Angel backup,” Billy said and grinned.
“Hell, I'll take time. I got vacation time on the books I ain't
never used. A few days away might give me more time to cogitate
and learn more about our country's laws in relationship to
international law before I take any action,” he said. “Can you
Gentlemen put me up for a spell?” the General asked Bart and Hank.
“Do we have an empty closet we could shove a cot into, Son?” the
Colonel asked Bart.
“You know better, Master Gus. He's just fool'n with you, General.
We got us a large room in our apartment you may have. We'd be
happy to have you stay with us. We better go back to your place in
Houston, Master Gus, park the General's car in our garage, and
bring our stuff back with us,” Bart said.
“I'll tag along with you men and get my travel case out of the SUV
which the government issued for my stay in Houston,” the General
said.
They finished dessert and the General stood and thanked his host
and the kitchen help. He swore it was the best Creole-Cajun food
he every ate.
Most of the gathered family wanted to see the DVD which was
created earlier in the day. Only a couple of the children decided
they didn't want to see the aliens. The rest did, and as Billy
suggested, found their favorite cowboy's lap to sit in. Little
Cindy Lou sat in the General's lap, and as the big man promised,
he held her close. The video started with bits and pieces of the
conversation the General, the Colonel, Bart, the Commander, and
the Captain exchanged at lunch in the Officer's Mess. It showed
Bart passing out the sonic-dog whistles to the Colonel's posse,
the NSA men, and the chopper pilots.
The audience almost swooned at Bart's egalitarian effort to get
Admiral Sparks off the hook for having spoke his mind when General
Shylock's ordered him taken to the brig. They were even more taken
aback and sucked in air through their teeth to see the young
cowboy defiantly slam his handsome pair of Lizard skin boots on
the table which Master Jurgen Ironmonger so lovingly made for him.
Jurgen was about to burst with pride and a much deeper love for
Bart. The suspense and momentum of the video continued to build to
the moment Bart pulled his whistle out of his cowboy shirt pocket
and started blowing. That's when the proverbial shit hit the fan
and the Lizard men began to lose it.
Instead of being upset and hiding their eyes, the younger set
applauded and cheered for Bart and his men exposing and bringing
an end to the horror of the aliens. Admiral Ben laughed when he
saw himself scared out of his wits, his eyes roll back into his
head, the lights went out, and everyone heard the great thump his
forehead made on the table. Cindy Lou started clapping for Bart
and calling his name. Everyone joined her. They stopped the video
for a minute for Bart to acknowledge their enthusiasm. The young
Cowboy-Angel, Marine Captain, blushed and graciously thanked them.
They started the video again and the next sound they heard was the
raucous nervous laughter of the General and his cowboy hyperbole
of Bart being the only man in the world what could pull off a
stunt like that and remain untouched. The room broke up with
laughter. Cindy Lou grabbed the General around his neck and
planted a big kiss on his cheek. Royce Boynton giggle like a young
school boy on his first date. The video didn't last much longer.
The parts of Bart and the Colonel morphing into Cowboy-Angels and
the other visitors were carefully and cleverly edited out.
The General didn't have any problem with the video as it was. It
covered his butt, and the butts of his powerful staff. It
certainly served the purpose of proof there was no foul-play on
their parts and the morphed aliens apparently suffered some kind
of stroke. The video carefully hid Bart and his men blowing the
whistle on the fraudulent reptilians to make it appear they simply
experienced some kind of stroke which resulted in the loss of
their ability to hold a morph, and they died of unknown causes. If
push came to shove, General Boynton and his staff could claim they
didn't bother to call the paramedics because they discovered they
weren't human. They decided they would dispose of the bodies to
hide their presence from the general public. They could also stand
strong and refuse to reveal the disposition of the alien bodies
using the all encompassing word: Classified.
Those who insist on taking progressive liberalism to rabid
extremes, even to the point of individual showboating without much
thought, which came to be known as the 'Afflect Affect,' might say
it was the first incident of racial prejudice against aliens to
amplify their growing threat, but there was no real threat, only a
perceived one; however, as often happens with the stagnant
intellect of the ill informed, there was more to be discover of a
negative import which begged consideration; in fact, it made some
wonder if every so-called or self-proclaimed advanced race might
have an Achilles heel by evolutionary design to insure a more
balanced universe. Later, Tyndall Wildleek did an exhaustive study
on the matter and found the corollaries were too many to be
ignored or to pass-off as coincidence.
It certainly gave the military men and the audience viewing the
video hope they were not defenseless against such a disgusting
foe. Every child who watched it vowed they were certain they would
sleep better that night than they did since their abductions. Bart
promised he would soon have an ultra-sonic dog whistle for every
child. Poor unassuming Bart was once again a hero no matter how
many times he told them it was their new little brother, Lem, who
gave him the tip. The Colonel and the General quickly put a major
kibosh on that one and assured Bart, while he genuinely might
consider himself little more than a minor player in a life
changing role, to others his effort was brilliant and heroic.
After the viewing the video of what some of Billy's Cowboy-Angels
irreverently referred to as “The Alien Blow-job and Ugly Lizard
Slap-down in Houston” the Colonel, Bart, and the General gated
back to the Colonel's condo in Houston, moved the General's SUV to
the garage, gathered their belongings, and returned to Captain
Nick's ship hidden on the Daniels Ranch. By that time, most of the
guests for supper were gone and Billy and his men were relaxing in
the hot tubs. Billy invited them to join them if they weren't too
exhausted from a full day.
The Colonel and Bart took the General up to their suite of rooms.
Baug was sitting in the main living area watching the large video
screen with Jenny and Jack. They were dressed in their night
clothes and were enjoying a cup of hot chocolate Baug made to help
them sleep. Baug put Lem to bed in a smaller children's bed the
grooms moved into his room, and the boy was fast asleep. Baug
originally planned to have Lem sleep along side him, but after
Bart and Hank reminded him how he sometimes tossed about in his
sleep, he agreed a small bed for his new ward might be wise.
Greetings were made all around and everyone had to have a hug from
the General. They couldn't have made the big man feel more welcome
and treated him like family. Royce Boynton was deeply moved. Bart
and Hank took the General to a large room with an enormous bed.
The room was completely furnished with period pieces, original oil
paintings, lush velvet drapes, and oriental rugs with bright
colors which gave the room a pleasing warmth. It was certainly not
your usual hotel or motel mass manufactured rooms made for shear
necessity and not necessarily for mental or limited physical
comfort. As large a man as the General was, it dwarfed his person
and his adult male ego to make him feel like a young boy again. It
was amazing. The psychic warmth of the room wrapped itself around
him like he was returning to the womb. It was the last room next
to the larger bath with the hot tub.
“Couldn't you have found your new Chief of Staff a bigger and
nicer room in keeping with his political status?” the General
growled and then broke up laughing. He got Bart and Hank laughing
at his reverse cowboy hyperbole. “In the name of some unknown god,
this has to be the most magnificent room I've ever been offered in
my many years of traveling from place to place. Any potentate
would feel comfortably blessed in this room. I could easily make
this place my home away from home, Gentlemen. The bed is enormous.
It must have slept giants,” Boynton said in awe.
“Yeah, ours is the same size. I chase Bart around our bed every
night until he takes pity on me and lets me catch him,” the
Colonel said.
“Then what happens?” the General asked and grinned.
“Wonderful things,” Colonel Hank replied softly and put his arm
around Bart's shoulder.
“I thought you was a happily married family man, Halfablap,” the
General said.
“I was until my wife found out I got my junk back, and she left
me. The deed was done this very day while I was away,” Hank said,
“When my youngest daughter brought me the news my wife didn't want
to ever see me again, it hurt pretty bad; Hell, I was devastated;
especially, since Bart and I were primarily responsible for saving
her life. I never entertained any thoughts of jumping the fence,
but in the meantime, Bart offered his understanding arms, a place
for me to stay, and a butt-load of empathy. One thing led to
another, I pushed myself-off onto Bart, we fell in love, and I
ain't never been happier in my life. Looking back over the forty
years I was married to Wilma, I got three pieces of ass to get her
pregnant to have our daughters. The rest of the time her
hyper-fundamentalist religious holy-twat was off-limits to this
Jar-head,” Hank added.
“I'm glad for you men. Don't take this the wrong way, but you
deserve each other. You're both fine men – tops in my book, and it
seems only natural you should form a bond. After my wife died
having Roy, I never took time to consider another relationship. My
boy became my life. That might change. I see how happy and
comfortable you men are together. You pour into each other like
warm molasses, and your auras spill over onto everybody what comes
in contact with you men. Whether you realize it or not, you are a
strong positive influence on everyone. Both you men are warm,
comfortable, loving, and compassionate. That reason alone is
enough for me to want to join the Daniels family. Your happiness
and comfort with each other is palpable, and I want to find me a
modicum of what you got,” Royce said.
“We'll leave you for a few minutes to get undressed, General,”
Hank said, “I can send Baug in if you like, to give you a hand,”
he added.
“I thought he was taking care of the new boy,” the General said.
“He is but Lem and Baug are connected mentally. He'll let our
beast know if he needs anything. From the amount of watcher milk
the boy drank, he'll sleep sounder than a well hung door most of
the night. Watcher milk relaxes you and gives you a good, peaceful
night's sleep,” Hank explained.
“Yes, send Baug to me. He can answer questions while I unpack and
strip,” the General said.
General Royce Boynton stored his travel case and sat on the
gigantic bed for a moment to test its comfort. It was surprisingly
comfortable and almost called to him like a siren to lay his big
tired body upon it, and it would take him to wonderful places
while rejuvenating his person. There came a soft knock on the
door.
“Come!” he raised his voice, the door opened, and Baug stuck his
head in.
“Come, Baug! I usually have a young Marine Staff Sargent to take
care of me while I'm in Washington, but since this was going to be
a brief vacation after the meeting in Houston today, I didn't
bring him with me. He told me I would need him and damned if'n he
weren't right. Would you be so kind as to give me a hand?” the
General asked.
“It would be my pleasure, General. I'm your beast,” Baug replied
and immediately began to help the General remove his coat. The big
beast worked quietly but efficiently; almost ritualistic like he
was carefully trained to be a fine butler. General Boynton
couldn't have been more impressed. Baug carefully hung the
General's uniform and put it in the closet. Baug removed his
highly polished military shoes and socks and put them away. He
undid his necktie, carefully folded it, and put it in one of the
top drawers of the highboy dresser. Baug carefully undid his shirt
and helped him off with it and his undershirt. The general was
down to his military boxer skivvies, but didn't bother to make an
effort to remove them. He wanted to see what Baug would do.
The giant watcher fell on his knees before the General, put a
giant paw on each side, and lowered them. Baug paid close
attention as the General's well endowed cock and balls bounced a
bit, the giant beast took a deep breath of the General's strong
masculine essence. His own large cock sprang to attention, but it
couldn't be seen beneath his hair. He smiled and shook his head.
Being a hairy beast held some unique benefits. The General placed
his right hand on Baug's left shoulder to steady himself as he
raised his foot for Baug to remove one leg of his skivvies and did
the same for his other leg. Baug sat back and carefully folded the
General's skivvies and smiled again.
“Our General is quite handsome and has the ample tackle one would
imagine a man of your importance might carry between his legs,
sir. It has been a great honor to serve you this evening, Sire. If
I can be of further assistance, you only have to ask. When you
return from the spa, I would be pleased and honored to share my
milk with you and offer you what comfort I can provide, General,”
Baug said, “Will there be anything else, sir?” he asked.
“No thank you, Baug, I'm grateful for your help. Perhaps a towel,
if you could find me one?” the General asked. Baug went to the
highboy, got a towel from the bottom drawer, and handed it to the
handsome, naked man. Even naked, Baug decided the General held the
bearing of a fine, respectable military man. There was the same
masculine essence in the General he saw and was drawn to in Bart.
The General opened his arms and Baug didn't hesitate to embrace
the big man. The General stole a quick kiss on Baug's mouth while
patting him on his back. “I'll be back in a while, and I'll check
in on you if you don't mind,” Royce Boynton said softly.
“You're always welcome in my arms, General. I didn't need to be
told I am to treat you as family, and I promise to do my best by
you, Sire,” Baug said.
“Thank you, Baug, I'll look forward to it,” the General replied,
and they walked from the room together. Bart and the Colonel were
waiting for him in the living area buck naked.
“Did Baug take good care of you, sir?” Hank asked.
“He certainly did, and I'm grateful for his service. My personal
Staff Sargent couldn't have done better,” Royce bragged and Baug
smiled.
The bedroom door to the girls' room opened and Jack walked out
completely naked. The General was somewhat chagrined and nervous
when he saw Jack didn't have male plumbing. “Jenny's gone to
sleep, but I ain't sleepy yet. Can I go with you men to the tubs
and visit my friends, Granddad?” Jack asked.
“Yes, you may, but you must return when underage curfew comes.
While I know it might be embarrassing and painful for you to talk
about, I think you need to explain yourself to General Boynton one
more time. He looks a mite uncomfortable at the moment,” Jack's
granddad said.
Jack walked over to the General, took his hand, and looked him in
the eye. You remember, I told you earlier this evening, I was born
in the wrong body General or perhaps the right body with the wrong
plumbing, sir. It's that simple. Master Billy offered me a chance
to live on the ranch and live the life of a cowboy for the rest of
the summer while my family decides what to do for me. Hopefully,
with their approval, by the end of this summer, Master Billy will
gift me with a nice set of cock and balls before the dreadful days
of puberty begins. I feel more comfortable with men. I always
have. Bart and my granddad treat me like a son, and I'm grateful
for their understanding,” Jack said.
“You convinced me, Son. I was beginning to think on you as a boy.
I can also understand your conundrum. It must be frustrating as
Hell for you. Can Billy Daniels really make such a radical
change?” he asked and the four members of the Daniels family
laughed.
“We mean no disrespect, General, but the answer to your question
is 'yes' he can make pretty much any adjustment on humans you can
imagine. Trust us when we tell you, he will make my buddy Roy
whole again,” Bart said.
They casually walked down the back stairs and into the great hot
tub spa area. The General was impressed. There was a large group
of men sitting around drinking Texas Tea from large plastic mugs
which looked like small beer barrels or root-beer kegs. Several
naked grooms were walking around the perimeter of the pool taking
orders for what the men would like to drink. Colonel Hank and Bart
urged the General to order the Texas Tea. He did as suggested and
watched as Jack went over to some men on the opposite side of the
pool. They stood and offered the young cowboy their hand to help
him into the water. The General gasped to see several of the men
had vaginas instead of a set of cock and balls.
“Easy, Cowboy Royce,” the Colonel said to the General smiling and
gently placing his hand on his arm, “You think it's about time we
showed the General the extra perks we have available to us most
men don't have?” Hank said to Bart.
“I think he's ripe for the info, Master Gus. He'd probably rather
hear if from us, anyway. It might be easier to understand,” Bart
said standing in the pool in front of his master and the General,
“When you're enhanced, you find you're capable of many things the
average human male ain't. You slowly learn how to manipulate and
morph your body for you or your chosen mate's comfort,” Bart
explained while he waved his hand in front of his cock and balls.
The General watched in awe as his young hero's cock and balls
began to recede until they formed a small hairless vagina.
The General got a big grin on his face. “You dog!” he growled at
the Colonel and laughed. “No wonder you're so happy and content.
It would take me a week to get my face and tongue out of that
beautiful little thing,” Royce Boynton declared and laughed.
“It's vain to compare sex partners, but compared to my ex-wife's
Tin-Lizzie, Bart is like riding in a Rolls-Royce – especially made
for my junk, he's a perfect fit, and the smoothest ride you can
imagine. However, his backdoor is equally enticing and runs a
close second,” Hank bragged.
“Damn, morph back, Son. If I get any harder, I'm gonna' drop my
Jar-head spunk in the pool,” the General said, followed by a
nervous laugh. “And those men are able to do the same?” he asked.
Bart carefully explained how some chose to morph to please and
pleasure their mate and a couple of others are punishment slaves
who don't have the app to morph, but their husbands have the power
to change them. Then he explained Vox and Rox as a chimera, a male
and a female in one
body.
“The strangest but most wonderful part for me ain't the
revelation, it's the easy acceptance I find myself embracing. It
makes perfect sense. It's like having your cake and eating it,
too. I have to become a part of this. I hope you men are reading
between my lines, how difficult it would be for me to consider
giving you men up and let you go without having you in my life in
some capacity,” the General added.
“We will be by your side, General, every step of the way, because
things is gonna' get rough, and you're gonna' need a passel of
Cowboy-Angels you can trust to give you a hand,” Bart declared
firmly.
“Will you promise me?” the General asked with sincerity, “Because,
I'll be honest, I won't force you men, but I know in my heart we
can make this work,” he added, almost with tears in his eyes.
“I just got permission from my master standing behind me spur'n me
in my ribs like I'm a lost dogie he's trying to finesse back into
the herd. He done poked me pretty hard, too! We promise we'll help
you bake your pie, sir,” Bart said strongly like a good
Marine.
“Fuck protocol! Come to me!” the General ordered, and opened his
arms to Hank and Bart. They went to him and he encompassed them
within his huge arms. He kissed Hank on his forehead and then did
the same with Bart. “Forget the Marine 'boo-raah' crap! This is
the way true warriors should bond their hearts for a common
purpose,” the General declared, “My Lieutenant General Lennox
Daniel Tate taught me that,” he added.
“Hosanna!” Bart shouted.
“Hosanna, in the highest!” everyone in the spa area echoed.
Billy was following the conversation, but he didn't say anything.
“You talked about jumping the fence, Hank, but as far as I can
tell you got the best of both possible worlds wrapped up in one
very special package,” the General said.
“Not meaning to intrude, but we talked earlier about trust and
honesty between members of our family. Have you ever jumped the
fence, General?” Billy asked.
“Twice, sir. I was assigned a young Marine Staff Sargent who
became my personal caretaker – my man 'Friday.' I saw in his
resume he was gay, but it didn't make me no never mind. Every gay
Marine I worked with on my staff were honest, worked hard, and
took their jobs seriously. Noah Phillips was a hyper-dedicated
young Marine and served me well for two years. He became my
right-hand man. Seeing to me became his life, and we grew close.
He was due for a rotation, and it broke my heart when I got his
orders, knowing he would be sent overseas to the Middle-East.
“The last night we were together, I took him to dinner. We had a
couple of drinks and wine with dinner. We weren't drunk, but we
were mellow. We were both vulnerable. I let myself come to like
Noah more than just another Jar-head recruit. I came to think of
him as part of my family or an auxiliary son. I was genuinely fond
of Noah and didn't want to let him go, but I had no choice. When
we got back to my place, I grabbed him in my arms, and kissed him
hard. I don't know what made me do it, but at the moment, it
didn't seem to matter. It seemed so right I was following what
nature wanted me to do.
“As I was holding him tight he whispered, “Take me to your bed and
fuck me hard, General. Don't stop until you empty yourself deep
inside my hungry gut. Let me give you my body and leave you in the
morning with your love inside me and a smile on my face, sir,” he
said. There was a trail of clothes from the living room, down the
hall, and into the bedroom. By the time we got to the bed I
already sunk my old cock so deep in his ass it lowered his voice
an octave.
“I fucked that young Marine nine-ways from Sunday, but I made damn
sure he would get his at the same time. Afterward, I refused to
pull out and let him go. I fucked him three more times before
morning. Noah had a big-old smile on his face when we kissed the
next morning, I patted him on his sweet butt, and sent him on his
way. I got several funny cards and a couple of e-mails from him.
Then one morning, I got a notification he was killed in action. I
took the rest of the day off and ended up in a bar getting
rip-roaring drunk. I knew the manager, and he took me to a bed in
the back room where I cried myself to sleep. I wore a fifty
megaton hangover the next morning, but I told myself I deserved it
for ever letting the kid go. I could have pulled strings and got
him another state-side staff job, but I put the way of the corps
over my individual interest. It taught me a great lesson. All them
kids over there in them unending wars were my brothers.
“Meaning no disrespect, General, but I hope you understand your
comments come as a surprise for me and my master. In all these
year we've known each other, I never once imagined you might
possibly entertain the notion of jumping the fence and sexually
bonding with another man,” Bart said with honesty.
“There's more, Captain Langstrom. Sometimes fate drops other
situations in your lap you're totally unprepared for but must
somehow rationalize it probably was for the best or it never would
have materialized,” the General said and smiled. “I never had time
to consider another path after my wife died. My original plan was
to stay in the corps until we started our family, resign my
commission, take on another job, and become a nine-to-fiver;
however, I didn't have time after she passed away. I was left by
myself with a baby boy to care for. Fortunately, my parents came
to my rescue, and I stayed on in the corps to have a steady income
for my family.
“I rose in the ranks pretty fast until I was up for Brigadier
General and there was a board of higher officers who made the
final recommendations based on an officer's performance and
service records. Three of them were Major Generals and the fourth
was a Lieutenant General. Two of the Major Generals were Air
Force, but the third was a Marine. The Lieutenant General was also
a fly-boy. I made it through the individual interviews they
scheduled and everything seemed to go well. They scheduled one
last meeting with me in the evening at an old air base going
through the death throes of decommissioning. They didn't tell me
where the meeting would be and sent a staff car for me to take me
there. I thought it was a bit unusual, but rationalize it probably
would be sort of good-old-boy get together to welcome me into the
rarefied circle of generals. We'd have a couple of drinks, shake
hands with pats on the back of welcome to the “General” club, and
shoot the shit for a while.
“T'weren't nothing like 'at a' tall. After we got there, they told
me to undress and be quick about it. As part of my initiation,
they planned this little party to fuck themselves some Jar-head
butt, and I had to suck-off at least one of them – more if I
liked. I was demoralized and devastated. Basically they were
asking me to submit to homosexual rape, and they made it quite
clear – no fuck – no promotion. I didn't know what to do. My
brother Marine, Major General Lennox Daniel Tate, stood up for me.
He called them sick, depraved, and reminded them they were way out
of line.
“The Lieutenant General in charge threatened to bust the Marine
Major General three pay-grades if he didn't come down off his high
horse and remain a team player. The gay Jar-head General reminded
them, the worst part was the three of them were bible pounding
fundamental evangelicals who preached the word of their imaginary
god against homosexuality. It floored me. How could they live with
themselves and be so damned hypocritical. They were always running
around proselytizing about their beliefs asking if you were born
again, telling everybody they were born into sin, they should
repent and find God and Jesus in their crazy religion.
“They used the excuse, by butt-fucking me, they would make sure I
was a team player. The weirdest thing about the situation was, I
knew the Marine Major General, Dan Tate, and his husband quite
well. I knew he was a gay man and he was happily married to a
retired bad-ass, no-nonsense, hard-corps Marine Master Sargent
Drill Instructor who took his private life as serious as part of
his life's work. I liked and respected both men. We shared many
conversations about our lives, I visited Dan and his husband's
home many times, spent days at their place, and hunted on their
property together. I considered them both as good friends, and we
got along fine.
“Why are you sticking up for this man, Dan? You went through our
initiation and didn't put up any fuss?” the Lieutenant General
asked.
“It was different with me; although, to be honest, I resented what
you demanded of me, and I knew it was wrong; nevertheless, I went
along to placate your teenage minds to have the thrill of fucking
a fagot and forcing him to suck you off. I'm used to getting butt
fucked and sucking the cock of a real man who is so very much more
demanding than you retarded juvenile delinquents can ever imagine.
I hardly felt one of your tiny pencil-pricks up my ass. I had to
wiggle my ass back and forth to make sure you were still inside
me. I remember thinking about your wives, the poor things, how
bored they must be. Hell, you short-cocked bastards – you poor
excuses for the male gender; you couldn't satisfy nobody. Not a
one of you gimme' a decent fuck. When my husband fucks me, I
guaran-damn-tee-ya, I stay fucked for a week at a time. If my ass
don't hurt for five days after one of his fuckings, it's 'cause he
ain't been feeling well lately. And when I suck him off he spills
a man size load down my throat what's warm and filling; big and
beefy. Then he chases it down with a quart of his good, hot piss
until he empties himself,” Dan scoffed at them. They were not
amused with his strong comment about their lack of what Dan
considered true masculinity.
“Things began to get out of hand at the old base. I told Dan I
didn't need the job bad enough to submit to their convoluted brand
of homosexual rape. Dan agreed, we high-fived, and turned to walk
out the door. The Air Force Lieutenant General decided he would
take things into his own hands and play big bad-ass-kahuna. He
told us what we thought didn't matter. They didn't drive all the
way out to this dump not to get what they wanted. They would take
what they wanted, and because I refused to submit, it showed them
I weren't no team player, and they would make damn sure I was
passed over for my promotion. If that weren't bad enough the
General unholstered his sidearm and aimed it at me and Dan.
“I swear to you men on the name of some unknown god, I ain't never
seen a man burst into action as quick and unexpected as Dan Tate
did that fateful evening. He looked like one of them fancy ballet
dancers as he took one great step forward toward the Lieutenant
General, did a perfect pirouette on the ball of his left foot and
brought his other foot up to the man's stunned face and knocked
the gun out of his fist. It flew through the air about thirty feet
and landed inside a huge piece of machinery. Fortunately, the
General was the only officer packing heat.
“I got your back brother!” Dan hollered, “Let's get-the-fuck out
of here. There ain't nothing but three stink'n Jesus ass-sucking
Air Force turds in this toilet. C'moan, let's went, and I'll drive
you back to town,” Dan said.
"Them three fly-boys came at us, and for a while it was a pretty
rough knock-down drag out fist fight. There were three of them,
but we were both larger men than they were and Dan was like an
unleashed tiger with a big bag of whup-ass tied to his back. He
took out the two Major Generals, and I took out the Lieutenant
General. They were down and out for the count as we left and
headed for door. It was then I spied a black bag sitting on a
table and curiosity got the better of me. I opened it and we both
took a good look. Inside, it was filled with sex lubricant and
about ten dildos of various sizes. Dan looked at me and I looked
at him to see the most wicked grin cross his handsome face. "For
the Corps, Colonel?" Dan asked.
"For the Corps, Major General!" I replied, grabbed the bag, and we
returned to the sleeping Generals. We found some rope, tied them
up, and pulled their pants down. Then we had a good time
pretending we were shopping for just the right rubber husband for
each hypocrite. We chose the three largest dildos and worked them
up their butts until they were snug then secured them with duct
tape. The Lieutenant General came around as he was being fitted
with his rubber husband. Dan gave him one powerful fist to his jaw
and his lights were turned off again. Fortunately, for us, they
were wearing tighty-whitey underwear, and we pulled them up tight
on their waist so if the duct tape failed there weren't no way
they could shit their husbands out. We wanted to make damn sure
they enjoyed their rubber husbands for a good while after we left.
Finally, we pulled up their pants and secured them. When we were
satisfied we'd done enough to make a strong point, we walked arm
in arm to the door and left. We got into Dan's SUV and drove away.
We didn't talk much on the way back, but we sure as Hell laughed a
lot. We declared our friendship and reassured each other, no
matter the outcome of our actions, we done the right thing. Dan
kept telling me not to worry, he would take care of everything,
and I would get my promotion. I didn't know how. It didn't look
good for either of us, but I was beholden to Dan Tate. He came to
my rescue and saved my bacon.
"It took us about an hour to drive back to the city. When we got
back to Dan's apartment, we waited another hour, walked down to
the local Stop & Shop and used the pay phone to call Base
Security at the place they took us. Dan told them there were three
officers in building seven, they were having a homosexual group
sex orgy, and they might want to check on them. Dan told them the
officers were into heavy-duty S&M, and he was worried things
might have gotten out of hand. Someone might have gotten seriously
hurt. Of course we didn't give them our names. We heard later they
were not happy campers when they came around," General Boynton
said and everyone around the tubs laughed.
“Three days went by, and I didn't hear a damn thing. Dan called me
to see how I was doing, and we chatted for a while. He didn't have
much to say, but he said he filed his evaluation and gave me a
high recommendation. Dan said he hadn't heard a word from any of
the Generals and how they enjoyed their rubber husbands we picked
out for them. I didn't have much hope of getting the promotion so
I sort of threw myself into my work and tried my best to forget
about it. Late Thursday in the afternoon I got a call from General
Hammond's staff telling me he wanted to see me in his office the
next morning at nine o'clock. I imagined the worst. I was sure he
was calling me in to make apologies and tell me I didn't get the
promotion. I didn't sleep well that night, but I was up and in his
office thirty minutes early the next morning. General Hammond came
in shortly after I arrived, shook my hand, and ushered me into his
office. “I need a cup of mud. You want a cup, Colonel?” he asked.
“No, thanks, General, I had coffee before I left my quarters,
sir,” I replied.
“Well, I won't keep you wondering, Colonel Boynton. Every
recommendation was glowing with praise, and I have to admit, I
rarely have a man up for promotion who is as highly thought of and
well respected by his fellow warriors. Congratulation, Brigadier
General Boynton!” he said, sticking out his hand with a big smile.
I took his hand and shook it. I was stunned. I expected the worst.
“Thank you, Sir. I'm proud to become a part of your staff, General
Hammond,” I said.
“I know you'll make a valuable asset to our ranks, General. Oh,
and by the way, we will do the official pinning on the front steps
of the building with my staff on Monday morning at
oh-nine-hundred. Get your cheering section together. Don't be
late!” he said, smiled, shook my hand again, and that was it.
As soon as I left, I got on my cell phone and punched Dan Tate's
number. He answered and heard me on the other end. He became very
quiet. “What, in the name of some unknown god, did you do or what
fuck'n white rabbit did you pull out of your comely butt to make
sure I got my promotion, Major General Tate?” I asked and laughed.
“Congratulations, Brigadier General Boynton!” Dan exclaimed,
“Didn't I tell you not to worry, you would get your promotion?” he
asked.
“You did indeed, but how did you do it, General? Inquiring minds
want to know!” I asked.
“Look, I'm in the middle of a meeting with my staff about some
good news. Are you free for the weekend?” he asked.
“Sure, I'm through for the day. I only have to go back to my
office and get my staff in gear for the move to the big house with
you and them big boys on Monday,” I told him.
“Good! Here's what you do. Drive up to our place in the woods as
soon as you can and my husband, Master Sargent Lennox Tate, will
explain everything to you. I'll be along as quick as I can and fix
dinner for the three of us and another biker friend and his mate
who will be there. We'll celebrate your promotion and have us a
good old time,” Dan said. I agreed to his plan, and disconnected.
'His husband is named Lennox Tate?' I thought to myself. I only
knew him as 'Sarge' but I didn't ponder the conundrum for long. I
grabbed a quick bite to eat for lunch, got my shit together, and
took off for the mountains. It was damn near a three hour drive to
their secluded home in the backwoods of Virginia. I didn't know a
lot about Sarge or Ox as his familiars called him, but I knew he
could be brutally blunt in his approach to people he considered
dense or ignorant, but by the same token he could be exceptionally
gracious to those he admired and cared about. He came fogging down
the front porch chomping on a big stogie followed by a rather
attractive middle aged biker and a hillbilly redneck who was so
ugly he gave the word new depths. Sarge introduced them as Joe and
Tard. They seemed pleasant and friendly enough.
“Joe claims to be straight but loves to get butt-fucked by big men
with big cocks. He lived with the same woman for many years who
bore him three daughters, but she kicked the bucket this past
year. Joe don't care what a man looks like as long as he's got a
big cock and gives a decent fuck. Tard weren't never the prettiest
pup in the litter, nor the brightest, but he has an enormous cock
and gets the job done. Joe claims God put Tard's beauty between
his legs, and the way he cries out in ecstasy when Tard fucks him
real hard testifies to the validity of his opinion.
“Joe is what us harder men call an aggressive, controlling
power-bottom, and Tard's a passive top. They fit together like
peas and carrots. Joe leads Tard around like an old cow with a
ring through her nose just for a goodly whiff of Joe's butt. Yang
versus Yin in a big slap-down round. Lately Joe's been spending a
lot more time with Tard. They make soft chortling sounds like two
birds nesting for the night when they're alone together and don't
think nobody's paying attention. They're like two rogue stars
circling in on each other. The outcome for their futures is
predictable within a zero-point-one percent margin of error. I
don't give a shit what they got going with each other as long as I
can fuck bow'fubbum,” Sarge said, “Somebody's gotta' keep them
silly-ass cunts happy and content,” he added with a wicked
grin.
I shook the men's hands and went to gather my gear when Sarge
barked at them, “Joe! Tard! Get your fingers out of your butts,
and grab the General's stuff for him. He'll tell you what he
needs!” he ordered, and Joe and Tard immediately jumped up and did
what he said. “Ain't too often we get a newly minted General visit
us up here in the mountains. Welcome, General Boynton! Come on in,
Son, and make yourself to home!” Sarge urged.
After handing me a cold beer, Sarge began to tell me what
happened. “I hope you realize my boy was ready to fall on his
sword for you, Son,” he said and smiled.
“As big as I am, I never would have made it out of that old
air-base with my anal virginity intact if'n it weren't for Dan.
Them bastards were going to play the game their way no matter my
druthers. There wouldn't have been any recourse on my part,
because it would be my word against theirs. I know I owe Dan a lot
for standing up for what he believes and giving me a hand. I was
stunned at the way Dan handled himself and disarmed the Lieutenant
General with his foot in one grand karate-like pirouette.
Together, they weren't no problem for us,” I agreed.
“Yeah, I remember that move well. He took leave from the service
and learned it one summer while touring Europe with the all male
Swan Lake Ballet company,” Sarge said and grinned.
We were sitting near a desk in the living area with a desktop
computer and a large fifty-inch screen. It was on, but just the
Win 20 logo was on the screen. Sarge popped in a DVD and clicked
on start. We sat and watched a video repeat of the incident at the
old air-base. I damn near shit ma' nickers. It seemed to be coming
from Dan Tate's perspective like the video camera was cleverly
hidden somewhere on the upper part of his body. Marine Major
General Lennox Daniel Tate's crafty husband, Master Sargent Tate,
created a stealth camera with a micro-miniature lens carefully
hidden within the many service ribbons on Dan's chest. It was
connected to a wire which ran to a small battery powered wifi-chip
carefully sewn into his jacket which sent a signal to Dan's cell
phone. Dan's phone was on the whole time, and the signal was fed
directly to his Master Sargent husband sitting at home in front of
the same computer we were watching creating a video file of what
was going on at the old Air Force Base. Dan and his hard-ass
retired Master Sargent Drill instructor husband captured every
conversation -- including me and Dan stuffing their bird-man asses
with rubber husbands. Sarge and I shared several good laughs about
it. He explained he edited out the last part of the video he gave
Dan to use as evidence against the three Air Force Officers.
“Dan took the DVD I made for him to the four star general, General
Bernie Hammond, along with his glowing recommendation for your
promotion to Brigadier General, and submitted his resignation
papers at the same time. General Hammond took one look and asked
Dan, what the Hell is this?” Sarge said, and continued, “Dan
explained to the general what them hand-waving Jesus-jump'n
god-bots demanded. He admitted they put him through the same
ordeal when he was up for promotion to Brigadier General, but he
never said nothing because he was under pressure and was a gay
man. He was only one gay man against three of them religious
bigots. Who would believe him they demanded he suck them off and
allow them to butt fucked him?
“While it was humiliating, it wasn't as bad for him as he imagined
it might be for you. Dan told General Hammond they insisted you
play ball with them – being the 'catcher' – to make sure you were
a team player. They stressed Colonel Boynton must submit to their
demands, or they would make damn sure he wouldn't get his
promotion no matter how sterling his record. Dan stressed they
knew Colonel Boynton was a straight man, but it didn't matter to
them. Dan explained he was submitting his resignation to give up
his commission, rather than belong to a government organization
what would allow such sorted, underhanded, socially unacceptable,
political hazing to continue,” Sarge explained.
“Sarge further explained, Dan said General Hammond popped in the
DVD into his system, and they watched the video together. The
General would get red in the face and shake his head like what he
was watching was just not right and it was a great personal
abhorrence to him. When the General was finished watching the
video, Dan said he sat for a few minutes musing to himself. He
stood, took Dan's resignation papers, tore them to shreds, and
dropped them in his waste basket. He told Dan he needed more men
like him who weren't afraid to stand up for what they believe and
less like the three other Generals who acted more like spoiled,
wealthy frat-brats who thought they could get away with whatever
indignity toward their fellow man they chose. General Hammond said
he already got the other three General's recommendation, and he
couldn't understand why they claimed Colonel Boynton was totally
unworthy of consideration for his promotion to General when his
past record was exemplary and unblemished.
“Hammond called them in, ordered them to sit and watch Dan's video
while they squirmed in their seats. The Four Star General was most
angry with his Lieutenant General and called the MPs to arrest him
for threatening other officers with a weapon to force them to
submit to sodomy. Hammond asked the two Air Force Major Generals
if they wished to remain in the military? They told him they did.
He urged them to find another service evaluation, recommendation
form ASAP, change their recommendations to hyper-glowing,
superman-praise for the new candidate for General, and he gave
them one hour to get it back to him.
“They jumped, ate themselves a major portion of humble pie, and
did exactly what they were told to do. General Hammond, demoted
the two Air Force Major Generals to Lieutenant Colonels, the
maximum pay grade he could bust them, and he gave the Lieutenant
General a choice of resigning his commission or he would bring him
up on charges for pulling a gun on two fellow officers for the
purpose to force sodomy upon them and conduct unbecoming an
officer and a gentleman. The Lieutenant General was looking at
five to ten years in Leavenworth. The Lieutenant General resigned
his commission and was given one day to gather his belongings and
be off the base,” Sarge said and smiled as he took a long, slow
drag on his ubiquitous stogie.
Major General Dan Tate finally arrived about sundown in his packed
SUV. He walked in the house to cheers from everyone. “Permission
to plant a big-old, wet, sloppy buckaroo kiss on your husband,
Sargent Tate?” I asked.
“Go ahead-on, Cowboy! Mi casa su casa! Likewise, mi cunt su cunt!”
Sarge said and roared with laughter. I walked to Dan, threw my
arms around him, pulled him close, and gave him a kiss which made
him swoon with passion. The other men yelled, applauded, stomped
their boots, and whistled at us. We didn't care. Dan and I were
sealing a strong bond between us as good friends and buddies.
“As the evening progressed, Dan and his two house guests fixed a
wonderful dinner for us. They wouldn't let me or Sarge do
anything. Sarge and I sat enjoying a drink and talked while they
cleaned up the kitchen afterward. When they finished Dan
disappeared. Joe and Tard came to join us in the huge living area
and have a drink with us. I noticed Dan was gone for a good while,
but I didn't feel it was my place to ask about him; however, I did
comment I wished there was something really special I could do for
Dan to show him how much I truly appreciate him as one of the best
friends I ever had, as my buddy, and my personal hero.”
There was a hush in room, then Joe and Tard broke up laughing.
Soon enough Sarge joined them, and they shared a good laugh with
each other. “I sent him in to clean himself real good,” Sarge
declared, “He's in there in your bedroom, lying face down on the
bed with his asshole all greased up, waiting for you to come in,
mount him, and fuck him. He's fantasized about you fucking him
since you lost your wife. He adopted you as his little brother a
long time ago. If you're serious, and you really want to thank him
for what he done for you, go in there, don't say a word, no
chit-chat, slam your old hoss up his ass hard or he won't respect
you, and don't spare them fuck'n horses.
“Fuck him mean and ride him down hard until you can't hold it no
more, then fuck him some more until you spill yourself into him.
You don't have to worry none about him getting his. He's my cunt!
He don't come unless I give him permission, and he knows better
than to ask. Coming is a treat for him; an occasional reward; it
ain't no right. Other than to please his husband and master, he
ain't got no rights. He wears a chastity device on his cock and
balls, and I've trained him not to ejaculate unless the man
fucking him gives him permission. If you want him to come, call
him your slave, give him your permission, and keep fucking him for
a while after you come, but only after he grabs your nut and it's
planted deep in his ass. Understand?” Sarge asked.
“But he's your husband, Sarge,” I said grasping for straws.
The men laughed again, “You're right. He's my husband, but he's
also my slave. I wear his ring to prove he belongs to me, and he
wears mine to prove he belongs to me. As long as there's life in
bow'fus we will continue to wear them. If one dies, the other will
remove his ring. If I go before my slave-cunt, if he can find
another man to be his master, he will give him my ring of
ownership. If Danny goes before me – don't tell him, but I won't
never own another. There is none to compare with my boy,” Sarge
said quietly – and there was no doubt, he meant every word.
“Oh, Hell, Son!” Tard spoke up, “We all fuck him. Y'on't me to go
in there a warm him up fer ya' – loosen him up a mite?” he asked,
and the men laughed together again.
“Woah! Down, Tiger!” Joe said to Tard, “The General looks to me
like a man what knows how to fuck, whether it be a cunt, or a fine
piece of highly-trained Jar-head tail,” Joe said, “Besides, you
got Sarge to take care of while you're fucking me,” he added.
* * * * * * *
All the men around the hot tub were laughing at the General's
story.
“What did you do, General?” Jack cried out sitting on the edge of
his seat engrossed in Royce Boynton's story.
“What do you think I did, Cowboy?” the General asked.
“I can only hope and pray to some unknown god you rewarded your
hero with an equally heroic fuck!” Jack exclaimed, and all the
cowboys around the pool laughed.
“Hear! Hear!” shouted Tron Garrett.
“Hear! Hear!” echoed Nathan Daniels.
“I did just that, Cowboy! I went into the room and didn't say a
word. I couldn't get my clothes off fast enough, and by the time I
took my old stallion out of his barn, he was dripping with
anticipation from his roaring erection. He's getting excited right
now just think'n on the moment I climbed on top of my buddy and
drove all ten inches up his sweet ass without so much as a
Yippie-ki-yi-yo. I nailed him hard and sure. I didn't even give
his ass a chance to accommodate my length or width. I just went
from home-plate to running the bases. I fucked my buddy Dan, hard
and determined. I had a job to do, and I was there to give my hero
the best damn fuck'n he ever got from another man other than his
husband, Master Sargent Lennox Tate. It didn't take me ten minutes
to build up a big head of steam, and I began to shoot up his ass
as hard and strong as I could. If that's the way my friend needed
it, by God, I weren't gonna' disappoint him! He went to bat for me
and I was returning the favor no matter how convoluted it might
seem to most folks.
“After I emptied myself completely, I collapsed on top of him and
lay still to enjoy the little death what comes after a fine fuck
and you're exhausted. I weren't in any hurry to pull out of him.
Dan's hands were flat on the bed next to his head. I gently placed
mine on top, he opened his fingers, and I fit mine between his
like they belonged, and we tightened them together. As I gently
kissed him on his neck and behind his ear, I whispered I was going
to allow my slave-cunt for the evening to come this once as a
reward to thank him for his love and dedicated friendship for me,
but not to expect it every time Sarge found it in his heart to
loan his cunt out to me again to be my bitch. He tightened his
fingers to let me know he understood.
“I began to fuck him gently and with considerable care. This fuck
was for him, and it wouldn't be rough or mean. I never experienced
a more willing partner than Dan Tate. When I fucked him with love
and compassion, he wept, but I didn't say anything. He would meet
each stroke of my cock until my love overwhelmed him, and he
couldn't hold back anymore; then, like a large baleen, he
blew-hard beneath my bow. For several minutes after I drained him,
I continued to fuck him, and he ejaculated several more times
until I felt him shooting blanks. I came to a stop and rested
inside him,” the General said.
“After that evening, Dan and I would get together at least one
evening a week if our schedules were in harmony. He would ask me
to fuck him, but I would tell him to get his old man on the phone
and ask his permission. He assured me Sarge already gave us his
blessing because he knew Dan would be a better support for me if
we did the nasty once in a while. I told him 'no' he had to call
his old man and let me hear him give his approval or there would
be no fuck. Dan would call Sarge, and I would chat with him for a
few minutes. Sarge would give his approval, and I would fuck his
husband for him. I came to look upon my role in their relationship
as a pinch hitter, or a good shepherd with benefits. Dan became my
right hand man, my extra-sharp brain, a large memory bank, and
confidence booster. He's still my Lieutenant General, and we fuck
quite often as our schedules will allow.
“After a relaxed weekend with the Tates and their family, I
returned to D.C. Sunday evening. The next morning, when I got to
the front steps of the Pentagon, my mom, dad, and my boy in his
uniform were waiting for me. They were there to watch me be pinned
as a Brigadier General, but so was my other family of Master
Sargent Lennox Tate in his uniform, his husband, Major General
Lennox Daniel Tate, Joe, and Tard. I was never so touched in my
life,” the General said and wiped away a tear.
“Since General Tate obviously held seniority over you, how did you
pass him to become a Four Star General?” Billy asked.
“Good question, sir, and the answer may surprise you,” General
Boynton replied.
“Since General Hammond's Lieutenant General under him was booted
out of the service, and the other two fly-boys were demoted and
shipped off to shit-jobs in terrible places like Alaska and the
Aleutian Islands, it left three jobs open on Hammond's staff. He
raised an Army Major General to Lieutenant General and installed
him as second on his staff. That still left two slots open from
the two Major Generals who were demoted. Hammond chose two more
Army men to fill them slots. The Air Force wanted two more
God-bots in the position and lobbied hard. They went so far as to
illegally press politicians and channeled military funds as
bribes, but the General warned them not to push him. He held
damaging information about the three previous Air Force Generals
he threatened to release to the press which would not be good for
them and might even cause an investigation into their rat's nest
of religious cults and illegal political shenanigans.
After a year or so, one of the Major Generals died in a freakish
hunting accident. I was moved up to his slot and promoted to Major
General. When it came time for Hammond's Lieutenant General to
retire, it left the three of us up for consideration for promotion
to Lieutenant General. Dan Tate was the front runner and obvious
choice for the promotion; however, his husband, Master Sargent
Tate was beginning to have health problems and Dan knew he was
going to have to start spending more time with him.
“The job of Lieutenant General is a rough rank – you have to
answer to everyone under you, and you have to answer to the big
man above you. There was no tap-dancing around situations or not
having an answer when called upon. You have to be sharp, on your
toes twenty-four-seven and get chore' act together at a moment's
notice. You either got the goods or you don't. Dan knew his work
load and time away from home and the states would be too much for
him at the moment, but he didn't let on about it. He took his
position seriously. Dan knew how to pull strings and dig up
information on anyone, and he found out some choice bits of
information about the other contender which put the two of us way
out in front. In his interview, Dan pulled his bid for promotion
for personal reasons and health problems at home and threw his
support to me while submitting the information he discovered on
the other contender. It wasn't illegal or underhanded. It was
public record which somehow never found its way into the Army
man's personnel file. I got the promotion and worked my ass off to
become the best Lieutenant General in the Pentagon. They threw me
the ball and I ran with it.
When General Hammond retired, there was no question who would take
his place. Neither was there any question who my Lieutenant
General would be. Dan has been my right hand man for about eight
years. Unfortunately, his husband continues to decline in health
and as hard-headed as he is, Dan couldn't put him in one them
rot-away-slow-death homes for old folks. So poor Joe and Tard are
paid handsomely to ride herd on him as best they can. He's become
a full-time job for them boys.
“Master Sargent Tate sounds like a man I'd like to refurbish; one
I'd take pride in restoring,” Billy said, and the cowboys laughed.
“Oh, Lord, Master Billy!” the General exclaimed nervously, “Master
Sargent Len Tate's idea of repaying you would be to offer you the
honor to lie under his rim seat and eat his ass out for an hour or
more, then mercilessly fuck the snot out of you afterward!” the
General said, laughed, and got another laugh from the cowboys.
“Hell, that ain't nothing I don't do for ma' pa almost every
night. Rimming him was how I got infected by them Kagoli enzymes.
I usually settle for a man to pay homage to my boots, a hug, or a
kiss. A goodly romp in the hay with the refurbished Master Sargent
would be a welcome treat. I wonder how he'd react if I was to
morph into a Kagoli Demon while I's rimming him with a large black
tongue as big as his cock with speed-bumps?” Billy asked and
laughed. A couple of Cowboy-Angels almost drowned they were
laughing so hard. The General laughed the hardest.
“Heaven, help me, it would be like that first 'Alien' movie. You'd
probably have to perform surgery to get him off your face!”
General Royce Boynton dropped the bomb, and it got the cowboys
wound up again.
Young Jack was enjoying the camaraderie and for once in his young
life, he felt like he belonged. He watched the clock and when the
curfew time came, he said goodnight to his family and friends and
climbed the backstairs to Bart's suite of rooms.
“Will Jack be all right?” the General asked.
“Yeah, no one will bother him. Besides, if he gets into trouble,
he'll tickle one of us,” Bart replied.
“You're going to have a tiring week ahead and the days to come,
General. Your life will change dramatically. We hope for the
better for you as well as for your family and those you consider
worthy to join us. I done heard me enough about your previous life
to know you're one of us. We have enough gathered Cowboy-Angels
with us this evening, let's move to the dungeon, and we'll take
care of you. There is an order in the universe and we need you to
lie under us before we correct your son, and adjust your parents
in turn. Come gentlemen, let's wing-up, taste the General's blood,
heal that which might need correction, and refurbish him about
twenty-five years,” Billy said and extended his hand to the
General. There was about forty of Billy's main Cowboy-Angels
around the tub including Meat, Clyde, Balthazar, Oatie, Jethro,
Bubba, Jack, Grover, Zeke, Billy's eight warrior-protectors, and
many more of the original angels and those Billy created. Billy's
posse of Cowboy-Angels could potentially gather more power from
the ethos than the two bombs dropped on Japan; only, his power
would be used to restore life.
The General was in awe when everyone winged-up and each one was
more handsome than the next. He was embarrassed because he
couldn't control himself and popped a boner. Bart and Hank laughed
with him and told him they reacted the same way. They assured him
it was a good sign he was more attracted to the idea than
concerned about the consequences. Billy and his main five tasted
the General's blood and didn't find anything of major importance.
He had a number of polyps in his lower intestine they found with
the fluoroscope. They zapped them without a mass assault on his
lower colon. Billy gave General Boynton a new set of teeth, more
perfect than his old ones and brought his physical appearance and
body back so he looked somewhere between thirty-five and forty.
“And now we come to the fun part,” Billy announced, “You happy
with the cock you got, or do you want more?” he asked.
“I'm pretty happy with it the way it is, but I'd appreciate a
foreskin. I've always been envious of other men who weren't cut,
and I notice most of you men ain't cut,” the General replied.
“That's because we don't believe in genital mutilation,” Billy
said, “It's just plumb downright unnatural brought down on us by
the ignorance of religion, and the rabid early fundamentalist John
Harvey Kellogg of corn flakes fame," he added.*
“A man can't have too big a cock!” the General said, “Especially a
Marine General,” he added.
“Any bigger and we'll have to hang a cowbell around your neck,
General, to warn all them heifers you's in their pasture,” Billy
said and everyone laughed, “Your cock, as it is, has to be a solid
ten inches when erect,” he added, “Alas, men with big cocks always
want more. I suppose the General of the world's largest military
should boast one of the largest cocks. If we go too much longer,
you will have problems wearing it in your pants if it hangs below
your knee. Otherwise you'll have to bend it back under your ass
and dock it up your hole,” Billy said and grinned, everyone
laughed, “Anyone got a tape on 'em?” Billy asked.
"There's one in Harley-Buck's tool-belt hanging on a nail in that
cell over there, Master Billy,” Thular said, and ran to get it for
him. He returned and handed it to Billy.
“Thanks, Sweet Prince. Well, let's see, here,” Billy said as he
took some measurements, “Fortunately, you're a well proportioned
cowboy with exceptionally long legs. Cowboys with long legs can
wear taller boots. You could wear another five inches before the
bend in your knee. How about a heavy fifteen inches, General
Jar-head?” Billy asked and giggled. His cowboys laughed with him.
“That sounds like a right-nice round number to me. That will do
nicely, Son,” the General replied.
“Ers'zonely one problem you might want to consider,
Heap-Big-Chief. Women will run from you, but on the other hand,
certain men we won't name, will shamelessly court you, follow you
down the street, and throw roses and sweet meats at your feet,”
Billy said in his best Tommy Lee Jones impersonation.
“It's a risk I'm willing take, Master Billy,” the General said
like he was resigned to accept the consequences.
“Come, my faithful posse, let's us make our General a fifteen inch
fat-boy with lace curtains! Let's gift our General with a
can-opener what will open any can wide enough to keep it's owner
wearing a silly smile for a week or more!” Billy exclaimed, and in
a few minutes, it was done, “There! That should make your
Lieutenant General smile with deep-satisfaction the next time you
step-up into his saddle for a goodly ride,” Billy said and
everyone laughed.
The final process was to began the transition from human to
Cowboy-Angel, and it only took a few minutes more. You are now an
official member of our family, General Royce Boynton. In twelve to
twenty-four hours you will start to grow a set of wings. It will
take another twenty-four hours for your body to adjust and for you
to learn to de-wing; then, several more hours to learn basic short
teleportation jumps from place to place. Welcome to the Daniels
family, General,” Billy said, opened his arms to the big man, and
they kissed before the many Cowboy-Angels.
The General was speechless. Billy and his men did everything they
said they would. His penis was considerably longer and much
heavier with a wonderful foreskin. Somehow, it just seemed right.
Most of the Cowboy-Angels came around to give him a big hug and a
kiss to welcome him into their midst. Several were exceptionally
stunning, good looking men to the General. The enormous black
angel Balthazar was particularly handsome and appealing to him. He
loved the rings through Balthazar's nose, tits, and the Prince
Albert piercing in his cock. He was equally impressed by Captain
Nick, Billy's surrogate dad, and his piercings.
Bart and Hank came around last. Hank hugged and kissed his friend,
Royce Boynton, and welcomed him into their family. Lastly, Bart
and the General kissed until they began to shed tears and broke it
off to hold each other and shed some more. The Colonel was deeply
moved. “Welcome to our family, General Boynton, may your restless
soul find a goodly portion of peace among us,” Bart said quietly,
“And by the way, you look wonderful. I forgot how stunningly
handsome a man you were many years ago. You look like the new
leader of our armed forces should,” Bart added and stole another
kiss.
“This is probably the most important moment of my life, Bart, and
somehow I always knew you would be a major part of it,” the
General said, “I can't tell you how much you and your master, Gus,
have come to mean to me. I ain't ashamed to tell you men, I love
you very much,” he added.
It was getting late and the Cowboy-Angels dropped their wings,
said their 'good-nights,' and left for their apartments. Bart,
Hank, and the General climbed the back stairs and let themselves
into Bart's suite of rooms. Bart and Hank said their goodbyes and
left the General to find his way to his room; only, Royce Boynton
didn't go to his room. He gently knocked on Baug's door. The door
opened and Baug ushered the naked warrior into his room.
“Everyone here seems paired off for the evening except you and me.
I feel like a little boy what's been left out in the cold. I don't
want to be alone this evening, Baug,” the General said quietly
like a little boy.
“No problem. You stay with Baug this evening, General. I will take
care of you, Sire. I see you've been enhanced. You look wonderful,
General, and your cock looks like a full meal any monster would be
proud to feed on for a taste of your sweet male nectar. Master
Billy and his Cowboy-Angels have outdone themselves,” Baug
complimented him.
“May I taste your milk, Handsome Beast?” the General asked.
“You may have all you can drink, Sire. When I have a wee bairn to
care for, my teats produce more than he needs, and they begin to
work overtime. They get so full sometimes, they hurt. You would be
doing me a favor, sir,” Baug said as Royce was moving his head to
Baug's left teat. He started sucking and the flow into his mouth
was a bit faster than he expected, but he adjusted, and the taste
was like drinking warm vanilla ice cream; only, it was thicker and
creamier. He felt Baug's big black tongue cleaning up his
spillage. Baug's milk was delicious and the General began to moan
and make obscene sounds almost like he was having an erotic
experience. He decided it must be erotic or his penis wouldn't be
so hard. To make it an even more wonderful moment, Baug began to
sing to the General.
He sang great songs of warriors and their beloved mates going into
battle together, fighting fiercely, and protecting each other with
their huge bodies and firm love for one another. Royce drank until
he could drink no more of Baug's sweet nectar and lay back in the
monster's huge, warm arms. Baug cradled him like he was a small
boy and took his engorged fifteen inch cock into his hungry maw.
The big beast didn't stop until he consumed every inch of the
warrior's cock down his throat. Then he growled and rumbled like
he was a hungry beast with a giant bone to enjoy. It was one of
the most exciting moments the General ever experience, and the
more Baug worked his penis, the closer the big warrior came to
reaching Nirvana.
It didn't take Baug long when he felt the General's back begin to
arch trying to put more of his cock into Baug's warm maw. He
reached perihelion and released his Krakan to shoot strong and
hard down the giant beast's throat. Baug made growling and moaning
sounds which only made it more sensual for the General, and he
shot a couple more times until he was drained. They remained
hooked together for a while until the General said he had to pee.
Baug wouldn't let him go and continued to suck. Royce really
needed to go bad and let a little escape only to hear his beast
make sounds of ecstasy as he swallowed the General's urine like it
was nectar from the gods. Royce released a bit more and Baug
quickly consumed it as well. He continued that way until Baug
drained him. Finally, Baug pulled off the General, but continued
to hold him in his arms. “You're amazing, Baug,” Royce said
quietly, “Thank you. I think I can sleep now,” he added.
Baug laid the General down next to him. Royce reached up and
gently kissed the big beast on his mouth and Baug returned it with
equal appreciation. The General fell back and was out like a
light. He slept the best he had in ages and there were no bad
dreams. He decided watcher milk was something he never wanted to
be without again.
* * * * * * *
In the early morning hours, the General woke up to a weak sound in
his mind calling, << Baug! Brother Baug, I've soiled my
night clothes, and I'm a mite hungry, sir, >> Royce
rolled over to see Baug changing Lem's diaper, cleaning him with a
damp cloth, and putting a fresh, clean diaper on him.
<< There you go, Cowboy, is that better? >>
Baug sent. The General heard their conversation in his mind. He
couldn't believe it, and he got the silliest grin on his face.
<< I think our conversation is being hijacked, Little
Brother. We done got us a party line, >> Baug said and
laughed.
<< I know. He woke me up with his dream. He was butt
fucking his military buddy and riding high in the saddle, >>
Lem sent to Baug, and they shared a laugh. It was the first sound
the boy made. The sound of laughter. It was a good omen and even
the General realized the joy in the moment.
Baug picked Lem up and carried him to the bed. Royce took one look
at the tiny boy and his heart melted. Lem was looking at Royce
with the brightest lapis blue eyes, and they were filled with
intelligence and mischief, << Hello, General Boynton.
It's good to meet you, sir, >> Lem sent.
<< It's good to meet you too, Son. How is it I can hear
you and Baug's thoughts? >> he asked.
<< You were enhanced earlier this evening and Baug's
milk caused certain synaptic-conjunctions to rewire themselves
in your brain so you may now send and receive others thoughts, >>
Lem expressed cogently.
<< Are you feeling better, Son? >> the General
asked with concern.
<< Much better, General. I'm getting stronger by the
hour. I swear Baug's milk is a miracle food. I can't do much but
eat, piss, shit, and sleep right now; however, I got my
bearings, and I calculate about two weeks before I can gain
enough strength to help care for myself. In the meantime, if
Baug will be so kind to feed me again, I'll take my leave,
return to my slumber, and piggy-back on other's dreams,
>> Lem returned.
Baug and Royce talked softly as Lem fed. When he drank his fill,
he could hardly hold his eyes open. He smiled at them and left for
the land of Nod. Baug put him back in the small bed and made sure
he was comfortable and safe, then returned his attentions to his
guest for the night. “How are you feeling, General?” Baug asked.
“Horny,” Royce Boynton said, “My senses seem heightened, I can see
auras around you and Lem. While I was watching you two, I felt a
deep craving in my loins to procreate, and it caused my old hoss
to get aroused,” he said.
“It would be a shame to waste it, General,” Baug said quietly,
“I'm sure Mother Nature would frown on it. I could morph my
genitals into a female's if you'd like to tear off a piece of
watcher pussy. In my female form, I'm probably the only cunt in
this neck of the Hill Country what could accommodate your newly
enhanced stallion, Sire,” Baug said.
“Oh, Dear God, I ain't fucked a real cunt in years, Baug. The only
sex I had since my wife died in child birth twenty-eight years
ago, was with a young Marine Staff Sargent and butt fucking my
Lieutenant General who's happily married to a retired Marine
Master Sargent – it's complicated. In my position, we're watched
closer than them prelates in the Vatican. To gain and hold my
position, I could never gamble visiting a whorehouse or pay a
hooker for a roll in the sack. With them ultra-conservative
religious loons in power, if the slightest rumor got out, my whole
career would be over. Do you think it's a sign from greater
intelligences in the universe or has the little brain in the head
of my penis learned to communicate with his big brother?” the
General asked with some concern.
“I ain't never heard about watcher milk causing any penis to
communicate with our brains, but one of Master Billy's slaves you
met, Gog, the giant, his penis is a fully functional separate
chimera living as an appendage to his body. His cock can actually
morph and carry on an intelligent conversation with you,” Baug
replied.
“Sweet Jesus, that's all I'd need to complicate my life right now;
however, I will have to admit, I'm terribly curious about such
things. I would certainly like to know Gog and his little man
better,” Royce replied. He thought for a minute, “To Hell with
fear. Let's do it, Baug!” he exclaimed, “We ain't got nobody
watching us. I feel safe here,” he added.
Baug stood and ran both of his hands over the front of his huge
body, shuddered a couple of times, shook his fur; then, he sat
back down. “It's done, Master Royce,” Baug said.
“You don't look no different,” the General said and smiled.
Baug gently grabbed the General's hand and moved it to his genital
area. Together they parted his fur, and low and behold, beneath
the soft fur there was the prettiest cunt Royce ever saw. His big
cock sprang to full salute and stood at attention. “Can we try it
out for a test run, Baug?” the General asked like a young boy who
just finished building an old jalopy with his dad.
“It's custom made for your cock, General. Climb aboard, sir,” Baug
invited.
They lay in the huge bed together facing each other. Royce
Boynton's fat-boy, fifteen-incher was solid as a medieval
battering ram. Baug took it in one hand, parted his soft fur with
the other, and gently guided the General's penis into his morphed
vagina. Baug reached behind the General and grabbed his two firm
buttocks and gently pulled the big man into his body. The men
pulled and pushed until Royce's heavy balls were resting in the
soft fur of Baug's private parts. It was the most glorious feeling
for both of them.
“Oh, Baug! Oh, Sweet Beast! Oh, Susanna, don't you cry for me!
Hosanna in the highest! I ain't felt me nothing so fine in a very
long time. And gotdamn it! I just know it's all that dang kid's
doing!” General Royce Boynton exclaimed.
“Lem?” Baug asked surprised.
“Nooo, not Lem – Barton Langstrom!” the General exclaimed again.
“I won't gainsay that, General. They's some'um mighty spooky about
that kid, but I love him like a little brother, and I know he
loves me. When I was a human, my Grandmother was Bart's
Great-Grandmother,” Baug said.
“That is spooky indeed, Son,” Royce agreed and took his first
stroke – in and out – slowly, and he sighed deeply again. “It
feels like it was made for my cock, my Handsome Beast. I'm I
hurting you, Son?” he asked with concern.
“Oh, Hell, no! It's probably the greatest single feeling I done
ever shared with another person. Go ahead-on, Master Royce. Put
the pedal to the metal and let's take it for a good spin around
the block, sir. Let's open her up and see what she'll do,” Baug
said.
They fucked and fucked; not furiously, but a strong casual,
steady, even pace. They would stop for a while to relax, allow
their stamina to gas up, check the air in the tires, then fuck
some more. It was like they couldn't get enough of each other so
they kept on fucking. They must have fucked the wee hours of the
morning away. Baug was more than a little impressed by the
General. Royce was a true officer and a gentleman, and treated
Baug like he was the most important critter in his life for the
moment. Baug would get on top, raise his body pulling his cunt off
the General's pony, then riding it down again as the big warrior
lay on his back almost in a trance, unconsciously drooling from
the corners of his mouth, with a silly grin on his handsome face,
like he was physically enraptured, mentally enthralled, and their
conjoining was happening in a foggy dream in a nether-world. The
General figured, it was probably as close to heaven on Earth as he
might ever get.
Finally, Royce rolled them back over and jovially announced it was
time for daddy to make a baby and he fucked Baug until he spilled
the biggest load into the beast which ever issued forth from his
cock. It was also the first ejaculation from his new, improve
penis and larger balls. He had five more inches to enjoy for his
come to travel before it burst into Baug's hot cunt. From the way
Baug was moving beneath him, the General was sure his great beast
reached his internal climax. It was done. Their love came together
in their little-death. Alpha and Omega. Hosanna in the highest,
and a great Amen. Rim-shot! Ka-chink, Boom! They lay together
exhausted, and made sweet love while complimenting each other on
their performance.
Baug rolled them over on their sides, and they fell asleep still
conjoined. The General remained semi-flaccid for hours and enjoyed
the heat from his beast's body. They were still sleeping when a
soft knock came at the door. Baug quickly reached down, grabbed a
blanket, and drew it up over them. They didn't try to separate.
“Come!” Baug said loud enough to be heard. The door opened, and
they saw Bart's head looking at them.
“Sorry to disturb you Gentlefolk, but we were worried about the
General. He wasn't in his room, but I can plainly see he spent the
night with you, and that's fine. It's about fifteen minutes before
the first bell for breakfast. You men might want to hit the
showers. We'll meet you in the living area, and we'll go down to
breakfast together as a family,” Bart said and smiled.
“Thanks, Brother Bart. We'll be along shortly,” Baug said rather
formally, and the General giggled.
Bart closed the door. “That was close,” Baug said quietly.
“Yes, we are. I wish we had time for another round, but we got a
big day ahead of us,” the General said, “Gimme' one a them big-old
Texas size beastly good morning kisses and let's hit it,” he
added.
They kissed a goodly kiss and gently separated their bodies. Royce
promised he would bring Baug a tray up to him before he ate his
breakfast. After the General left, Baug changed Lem's diaper and
fed him again. The great beast looked worried as he went about
taking care of Lem.
<< Why does your handsome face wear a worried frown,
Brother? >> Lem asked.
<< Something's wrong, Son. I can't morph back to my male
body, >> Baug said.
He heard Lem laughing in his head, and a few sounds of laughter
came from his tiny mouth – stronger this time. << What?
>> Baug demanded.
<< Mother Nature knows what she's doing. You're pregnant,
and she won't let you morph back into a male until you have
General Boynton's baby, >> Lem said, grinned, and laughed
again.
<< Oh, fuck! >> Baug sent.
<< E'aup, that's what you done all right! >>
Lem confirmed and laughed again. His cowboy lingo was getting
better.
End of Chapter 93 ~ Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
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*The characters, Major General Lennox Daniel Tate; Retired Master
Sargent Lennox Tate; Joe, and Tard, are characters from (Robert
Zigmont) AKA: Rob Y's excellent classic S&M story “Twelve Days
With Sgt Tate” These characters have been used by permission of
the author. Thank you, Rob.
http://www.nifty.org/nifty/gay/authoritarian/twelve-days-with-sgt-tate/
Link to Sargent Tate Blogspot: http://sgttate.blogspot.com/
*John Harvey Kellogg ~ http://www.circumstitions.com/Kellogg.html