Seek Him What Made Them Seven Stars
By Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 52
"The most preposterous notion that homo sapiens have ever
dreamed up is that the Lord God of Creation, shaper and ruler
of the universes, wants the saccharine adoration of His
creatures, can be swayed by their prayers, and becomes
petulant if He does not receive this flattery. Yet this absurd
fantasy without a shred of evidence to bolster it, pays all
the expenses of the oldest, and largest, and least productive
industry in all history." ~ Robert A. Heinlein
Every eye was on the big cowboy to see if he would win the prize
and gain the bonus points. When everyone saw Clarence Womack shoot
his load over his head and Kit Crocker's horns were gone, there
was no doubt in anyone's mind, Kit Crocker won the rodeo. Whoops,
cheers, applause, whistling, and stomping of hooves, beating of
drums and tambourines, blowing of horns, welcomed and approved the
big cowboy's triumph.
“Well I'll be damned!” exclaimed Satan.
“According to Master Billy's job description for this gig, you
already are damned, Dear Husband,” Joe (Joseph) reminded him and
grinned.
“As long as I got you for a mate, my precious, I could never be
damned,” Gog shot back and the two giants laughed together at
their nonsense.
They didn't have to check to confirm Crocker shot his load into
Womack. The loss of his horns, the cowboy admired so much, was a
sure indication he performed the task set before him. Hello Kitty
Crocker never felt more focused, mature, accepted, or proud of
what he accomplished than anything he ever did before. He wondered
how something as seemingly unimportant as emasculating a slimy
beady-eyed little pencil-dicked preacher by butt-fucking him could
make him feel like he just regained his own masculinity.
“Well done, Son! Way to go, Cowboy!” Satan bellowed to Crocker.
“Thank you, Master, I'm glad I could please you, sir,” Kit
replied.
“Did you ever know yore' daddy's name, Son?” Satan asked.
“Naw, sir. I asked my mom many times, but she always told me she
never knew his last name,” Crocker replied.
“Well, I know your daddy's name, and by universal right of birth,
no matter your mother or father's druthers, you should carry his
last name whether he would ever admit to being your father or not.
He don't have to admit it, we got his DNA on file, and it's a
perfect match to yours down to the last allele. His full name was
Harlen Buckley Johnson. He was known as Harley-Buck Johnson. You
have impressed and moved this old Demon like few men have done
before. Therefore, I bestow upon you the dubious honor of becoming
one of my adopted sons. As of this very hour, Satan, the God of
Hades, and the Prince of Darkness for many points South of the
Mason/Dixon line, your new Demon Daddy, declares no one will every
know you by the dreadful name, Hello Kitty Crocker, again. The
time has come for you to divorce the memory of your failed mother
and begin the long, slow process of becoming a good man.
"While it may sound like a bit of a contradiction for Satan to
wish such for one of his sons, every creature, man or god, wants
the best for his children, and if being a good man and cowboy is
your wish, so be it. From this time on, I decree, you shall be
known as Harlen Buckley Johnson, Junior!” Satan exclaimed loudly
for everyone to hear, “For it is a good name for a cowboy, and if
any man challenges you, tell him you are a Son of Satan, the Dark
Lord and ruler of Hell, and your Master Demon Daddy done give you
that name. Of course, they'll probably think you're an S&M sex
slave for the leader of some half-baked California outlaw
motorcycle gang, but what the Hell, you don't have to give them
more information than you choose. A cowboy stud of your size and
bearing don't have to stand up to no man's scrutiny. Walk away –
leave them scratching their butts and guessing. Ain't none of
their business no ways,” he added and winked at the new
Harley-Buck Johnson, Junior.
“Thank you, Master. I agree, it's a good name, and I will wear it
with pride, sir,” Harley-Buck answered.
Billy heard the exchange and looked dumbfounded. He didn't have a
clue what Gog, as Satan, was talking about. He politely asked for
a private word with his Demon Master and his right-hand Demon. “I
saw the cogs turning in your head, Master Billy,” Gog said, “I got
that information from Clyde. He said it was a high priority
transmission from Ramrod Matt Quigley on Fort Adam Lear. They can
check out the smallest shred of trivia in an instant. Where do you
think all them Womack sack-time videos with them women come from?”
he asked.
“No problem. Just curious. Good to know. You done played your role
perfectly, Demon Daddy Satan. If we have another need for a Demon
Daddy, I hope you won't mind if we call on you,” Billy said and
winked at Gog.
“Of course you can. Mi Demon, es su Demon. It's been a lot of fun,
and I hope Harley-Buck Johnson will take a solid back with him no
matter his fate when he stands before the Judge,” Gog replied,
“Oh, yes, and if there really is a Demon named 'Satan,' I hope he
had as much fun as we did this evening, sir,” Gog added and
grinned.
* * * * * * *
With the climax of the new Harley-Buck and the freshly fucked
Clarence Womack, the festivities came to an end. Billy
accomplished what he set out to do. He wanted to test both men to
see how they would operate under a strictly controlled situation.
Womack's response didn't surprise Billy, but Kitty Crocker did.
Billy came to the correct conclusion, the new Harley-Buck Johnson
could be worked with and over a period of time shaped up into a
fine upstanding cowboy for their community.
On the other hand, Clarence Womack was a complete failure. Billy
saw little or no chance for his redemption; however, neither did
he want the responsibility of a long term correction for Womack.
Billy didn't think Clarence would survive long in one of the
privatized prisons. Furthermore, Billy and his Cowboy-Angels'
efforts to bring him back to life would have been in vain. On the
other hand, Womack was such an unbridled wheeler-dealer, Billy
wouldn't put it past him to con and finagle his way from inmate to
Warden within six months in any prison where he was sent.
Billy left specific instructions to his grooms and his halfling
attendants to clean their two guests and put them back in their
cells. Billy insisted they leave Harley-Buck's gizz inside Womack
and return his butt plug to hold it in. They could bathe and
pamper the big cowboy, but Womack was to be returned to his cell
and put to sleep for the night. After they finished grooming
Harely-Buck, he was to be put back into his cell to await further
instructions. He could wear his boots, but he was not to be given
his clothes until Billy came for him. The grooms could provide him
with a blanket if he chose to lie down and cover himself.
Clyde could feel his master's despair and concern for Womack as a
human being apart from the rotten personality which called
Clarence's body home. After Harley-Buck was pampered and bathed in
the hot steam-bath by his grooms, Poly and Cass in Demon form, he
was taken back to his cell, given his boots to wear, and handed a
blanket, while the other grooms, Mace and Picard, cleaned Womack
and took him to another cell. Clyde walked up to Billy, put his
arm around his shoulder and bid him walk with him away from the
crowd in the dungeon.
“You don't have to shoulder the burden of a decision about
Clarence alone, Master Billy. I know you won't terminate him, but
you also know you can't just release him back into the community.
Even if he was to reappear hale and hardy back in his cell at our
County Jail, we fear he might be able to pull a rabbit out of a
hat and through public sympathy might not get the sentence he
deserves,” Clyde said.
“Now is the time to get our attorney's together with the Judge and
find out what we can do within the limits of Earth law to keep
everyone happy,” Billy said.
“That's certainly a start, Master Billy, but I been instructed by
Ramrod Quigley to tell you they will be happy to take care of your
Womack problem for you if you like,” Clyde said.
“I don't know about that. Sometimes both Ancient races seem to be
a mite heavy handed on the punishment bit,” Billy replied, “I
couldn't live with him being terminated after we resurrected him,”
he added.
“I understand, and I empathize with you. I feel the same way, but
the Irin don't plan to punish him, Master Billy, just change him a
bit, so he'll become a contributing member of society rather than
a sociopath, a leach what uses myth, superstition, and fear to
feather his own nest,” Clyde said. “Come, walk with me to the
other part of the castle where your audience is waiting, and I'll
explain on the way,” Clyde offered and Billy accepted.
When the two men walked into the huge auditorium, most of the
players, except for Billy's grooms and several of the attendants,
were still gathered and gave him a standing ovation for his
Mummer's Play and performance. On the way to the auditorium, Billy
morphed back to his cowboy form and was fully dressed before he
made his entrance. His family was still enjoying the goodies the
village people set out for them and the little people were as
thrilled and enthusiastic about their young master as his family.
Everyone had to shake his hand, or give him a hug and a kiss.
Billy was impressed with his gathering of his family of misfits;
how, from the strangest of the large creatures to the smallest
cuddle-some Sun Bears, everyone was acting like one large family
and bathed in the cooperation and camaraderie of the moment.
Pete brought his work partner Leon Tollefson over to introduce him
to Billy. Leon surprised Pete when his partner gave the young
cowboy a big hug and a kiss on his cheek. “Wow! Thanks, Mr.
Tollefson!” Billy exclaimed, “T'ain't often I get a nice hug and a
kiss from such a fine looking hombre like yourself, sir,” he said.
“You deserve it, Young Man, and none of this 'Mister' shit with
me, Mr. Daniels. I'm just a nobody feed-lot cowboy. Please call me
'Leon', sir,” Leon said.
“Same here, Leon, just call me, Billy,” Billy said.
“I don't know what to say, Billy,” Leon said shaking his head.
“You don't have to say nothing, sir, you just experienced the
Baptism of Fire Introduction into the Daniels family experience.
It was our new brother, Mr. Grover Parsnip's first immersion as
well, but I think he done a pert-damn good job as our Earthly
attorney representing them two,” Billy bragged. “We hope you'll
come back and become a regular face around our ranch. Maybe we can
help each other with a few things, but we'll talk when we got more
time. Enjoy yourself and I hope you have a wonderful time,” Billy
told him.
Pete gave Billy a hug and shook his hand. “Thanks, Billy, for
letting me bring Leon, it means a lot,” he said.
“You're both welcome. You men have a good time and enjoy
yourselves,” Billy said.
About that time the rest of Billy's actors entered the area having
morphed back to their regular states. Pete and Leon were just as
impressed with them in their regular forms, especially Thor and
Zeus. “My god them men ain't human, they's gods,” Leon whispered
to Pete, and he giggled his agreement like a school boy. After
they talked with them for a while, they were as taken with them as
the rest of Billy's family. Thor introduced Zeus to them not only
as his biological son, but his wife. They explained to the two
cowboys their situation and surprisingly, it made perfect sense to
Leon and Pete.
Judge LaFleur and his son Wesley were again stunned by the
inventiveness and humor in Billy's Devils and Dungeon Mummer's
Play and couldn't compliment him enough. They found it a fitting
meeting, and a temporary resolution to let the anger and
frustration of the acts of violence abate. Buster Tate, Grover
Parsnip, Jack McCormack, Bubba, and several of Billy's other main
family members were standing around listening to the conversation.
They were interested in what the old Judge and Billy might cook up
between them. “The ball is now in your court, Judge,” Billy said
making a pun, “My question for you is, where should we go from
here?” he asked.
“Thanks to you and your men, we have several options available to
us we didn't have before. I can see the possibility of Clarence
disappearing for good, no pun intended, meaning since he was seen
to be murdered, no one would believe he was brought back to life.
The Demons took him away and he was never seen or heard from
again, but I'll come back to him later. Like you, I think most of
us what watched your play, we're convinced the former Kit Crocker
ain't intrinsically a bad man. He just needs some life-coaching
and his rough edges rounded off a bit; however, I think from our
experience with the way Erin Mascaro was treated, Crocker won't
get what he needs from a prison sentence. If he survives, he'll
come out more confused and hardened than he is now.
“There ain't no doubt, he should be punished or reined in for his
stupidity and uncontrolled anger, but I'm certainly open to a
creative solution for him; similar to Orville Higginbothem with
allowances. I can't charge Crocker for murder if we don't know
what happened to the victim, and outside this ranch, nobody will
know what happened to Womack. The most I can charge him with is
attempted murder, reckless endangerment, bringing guns into a
public place, and the accidental shooting of an innocent
bystander. For that, I could easily sentence him to fifteen years.
We're much in the same boat with Earl Hickson; although, since
Womack ain't part of the picture, I'll have to take that into
consideration when I sentence him come Wednesday.
“I plan to postpone both until next Wednesday anyway to let things
settle down in the community. Let's not think on prison for
either. I plan to offer them indentured slavery and set a
reasonable price for each. Just off the top of my head, five to
ten years for Hickson's sentence and ten to fifteen for the new
Harley-Buck Johnson. By the way, it was quite a surprise at the
end for the devil, his'self, to give the man a new name. If
anybody ever needed a new name, it's Crocker. Nice touch, Master
Billy, a stroke of genius,” the old Judge complimented him.
“'T'weren't none of my doing, Judge. That bit of information was
passed down from the highest Irin to my Cowboy-Angel Clyde, who
sent it straight to Gog. As I understand, it's the truth. I plan
to put my staff to work on it tomorrow morning to see what they
can come up with on the Internet,” Billy said.
“What about them times for the men?” Judge LaFleur asked.
“Five years for Earl, and ten for Harley-Buck, should do the
trick. How does that work, five to ten, or ten to fifteen, Judge?”
Billy asked.
“Five to ten means, if Hickson serves five years with a clean
record, he can be set free with another five years probation, but
if he fuck's up anytime during probation, and I have to see him in
my courtroom again, he'll have to serve the full ten years; the
same for ten to fifteen for Johnson,” the Judge explained.
“What will happen to their properties, sir?” Billy asked.
“If you purchase the men to be your slaves, their properties will
be put under a temporary holding trust under the auspice of the
new Hill Country Grange you will be forming with the members of
your extended family who will be responsible. In essence, every
rancher representing his family's interest will become a part of
the Grange Co-op and have an equal vote as to the care, upkeep,
and management of the properties until the men have served their
sentence.
“At the end of their sentences, the properties will automatically
revert to the indentured slaves with no legal entanglements or
transfer fees. If the properties are free and clear when accepted
by the Grange, they will be returned that way to the men. If there
are outstanding mortgages, they will be paid regularly to keep the
property under the control of the Grange. If the Grange should
vote to seek repayment for mortgage fees, the freemen should be
given a comfortable extended time period to repay their debts
without interests or further finance fees,” LaFleur said firmly.
“Hear! Hear!” said Tron Garrett, “That's fair. It's only as it
should be,” he added and everyone agreed.
“I have received an offer by our Irin supporters and Ancient
subscribers to take care of our Womack problem for us,” Billy
said, and with Clyde's help, began to explain to the men the
solution the Ancients recommended. Billy was almost sure the old
Judge and at least Grover Parsnip would have some reservations
about the plan, but to his pleasant surprise they laughed together
and told Billy, if it could be accomplished, he had their
blessings. They thought it was a great idea, shared a laugh, and
told him to go for it.
“How long will it take?” Judge LaFleur asked.
“I think we explained time differentiation between our galaxy and
theirs. I could have Clyde escort Clarence and no matter the
amount of time it takes – a week, a month, or a year – only
minutes will have passed on our world when they return,” Billy
replied.
“Would we still be here when they return?” Grover asked.
“Sure, I could have Clyde take Clarence immediately, if you like.
If we're all in agreement, the sooner the better as far as I'm
concerned,” Billy replied.
The men of Billy's family voted unanimously to have Clyde
transport Clarence Womack to Fort Adam Lear to be surrendered to
the Irin for processing. They dispatched Clyde to the dungeon and
Billy gave his permission to his grooms to release Womack to him.
The grooms woke Clarence. He was groggy, confused, and as usual,
irritable. They got him dressed, but they didn't remove his plug.
The grooms explained it was to keep from soiling himself. As the
fog cleared he saw a handsome Cowboy-Angel standing just outside
his cell door.
“Thank God! You finally come for me. You're the Angel who was sent
for me. That black angel was just a sham to scare me and confuse
my beliefs,” he said like a man who just saw the light as filtered
through his own personal prism.
“I've been dispatched to take you to your new home, Clarence,”
Clyde said and smiled sweetly.
“Oh, thank the Lord of Hosts. I was beginning to think he forgot
about me. Them Demons did such terrible things to me. They made me
taste the joys and sensual delights of homosexual bonding. They
forced homosexual rape on me, and while it was difficult, I fought
against enjoying it until the very end. I was overwhelmed with the
dirty, vile feeling of being plunged into the depths of an
indescribable vortex of unmentionable passion which sensual
pleasure overwhelmed my body at the thought of another extremely
masculine man using my virgin body for his pleasure. I tell you it
was sinful and degrading. While my body may have been defiled, my
soul is as pure as it's always been. I'm glad I'm being taken away
from this dreadful place. It smells like a sex pit for the
depraved. Anymore torture like I experienced a while ago would
surely break me and make me succumb to the disgusting lure of male
sex. I'm certain, it's like many other forbidden vices, it's
definitely a choice and most probably addictive,” Clarence ranted.
Clyde worked hard to not laugh at the fat little fool.
They got Clarence together and Clyde made a large door spring up
with a blue watery-like plasma filling the space. “Come, take my
hand, and we'll walk through together, Clarence,” Clyde offered.
“But you're an Angel. I thought you were suppose to fly me to
Heaven,” Womack said.
“We're short on staff. It's all them new austerity programs in
heaven, you know. It seems the more conservative element have
taken over, and we don't have the Angel power we used to have
available to us. It's like them cattle cars they call air-buses
here on Earth. Used to be, a person had room to stretch out and
relax on a flight. Not any more. You get treated like a new inmate
entering prison and packed together like sardines in a can. We use
these gates; beside, you're too fat for me to carry that far,
Clarence. Have a heart!” Clyde chided him.
Clarence shrugged his shoulders, took Clyde's hand, and followed
him through the gate. Clyde returned almost as quickly as he left
and reported back to his master. “It's done, Master Billy,” he
said.
“You didn't stay?” Billy asked.
“They said it would take about six months to a year their time,
and suggested I return in thirty minutes our time. They will have
your new slave ready for me to bring to you. I didn't care to
spend six months waiting. This way I don't lose continuity between
the here and now,” Clyde explained.
“Makes perfect sense to me, Brother,” Billy said and patted Clyde
on his back.
They decided they would transport Harley-Buck Johnson to one of
the other cells in the County jail and let him wake up there the
next morning. Grover volunteered to represent him at his hearing,
but he wanted to be the first to talk with the big cowboy, apprise
him of his situation, and what his options might be. Judge LaFleur
suggested Billy send Erin Mascaro and Orville Higginbothem with
Grover so they could tell him their experiences as Master Billy's
slaves as opposed to what he might experience in prison. Grover
considered Harley-Buck just might come out of this with more to
his advantage than detriment. He might not see it that way, but
perhaps Grover and Billy's punishment slaves could get him to
listen to voices of reason. After talking with the Judge and Jack
McCormack, Grover was convinced Billy Daniels and his family could
make a new man out of the old Hello Kitty Crocker.
The Sheriff, Will Tate, told Billy to wait to transport
Harley-Buck until he and his family got to the jail and checked in
on his Deputies and Earl Hickson. They had to drive through town
to get out to their ranch anyway. He would call Billy and let him
know when they arrived, and he could transport Johnson. The
Sheriff didn't want to take the chance one of his deputies getting
gun happy and trying to shoot the delivery Demon. Besides, he
wanted a chance to talk privately with the new Harley-Buck
Johnson, and if he agreed to his terms, Will would let him stay in
the extra bunk in the full service cell where Earl was staying.
Will wouldn't have bothered if it was someone outside the
community, but no matter how much they condemned the crazy gun
toting cowboy, Billy's family secretly admired him for having the
cojones to take matters into his own hands; even more so after
they got a good look at the set of balls hanging heavy from the
big cowboy. Will agreed with the other men in Billy's family, it
would be a great waste if they didn't make the effort to help the
cowboy make a new start in life.
No one wanted to break up the party. They stood around the festive
table chatting and enjoying each others company. Almost an hour
passed and another door sprang up in the auditorium. Clyde said it
was his cue to return to Fort Adam Lear, Billy's new slave was
ready.
“What do you think they will do to the preacher?” Leon asked
Pete's family.
“Ain't no tell'n, Son,” Elmer replied, “Whatever they do to him,
it has to be an improvement over what he was,” he allowed.
“Amen to that,” Nathan Daniels agreed, “I get the feeling, Billy
don't really know what they had in mind,” he added.
He no sooner said the words when Clyde returned holding the hand
of a small, demure, petite young woman about twenty-three years of
age with mousy-brown hair done in a pixie cut. She was dressed in
a pair of soft boots wearing khaki pants and a nice beige shirt
with a smart brown belt. She had a nice beige silk scarf tied
around her neck, and she carried a small suitcase in her left
hand. Tucked under her left arm appeared to be a black stick of
some kind.
“Ladies and gentlemen of the greater Daniels' family, it is my
pleasure to introduce to you Master Billy's new slave, Miss
Clarice Leilani Wombat, originally from the Perisher Blue Snowy
Mountain far country of Australia. She was kidnapped by aliens as
a young girl and rescued by an Irin Patrol Ship in the contraband
shipping lanes between galaxies and raised among the Hill Country
cattle folks on Fort Adam Lear. She was adopted by a large
ranching family who encouraged her musical abilities. She brought
a wooden flute with her which she plays like an angel. Ramrod
Quigley knows her family well and has enjoyed hearing her play
many times. She has watched the Billy Daniels family show for a
good while and expressed a wish to come and become a part of your
greater family, Master Billy. Ramrod Quigley thought you might
appreciate another fine musician,” Clyde said.
Billy's family stood in awe. They were flabbergasted. Could this
really be the reincarnation of Clarence Womack – now Clarice
Wombat? As little regard as Womack had for women and women's
rights in general, it seemed like the perfect squelch for such an
unreasonable voice. It struck Elmer and Oatie as hilariously
funny, but thanks to Pete, they managed to keep their laughter to
themselves. They knew this was not the time or place to fall on
the floor and roll around until they exhausted themselves laughing
their asses off. There would be time for that later. They looked
at each other and then to Billy.
Kate, Zelma, Aunt Helen, Roz, Rox, and Dorcas were having none of
it. They rushed to the young lady's side to welcome her and made
over her hair and outfit. They were all compliments, hugs, and
kisses. Clarice was one big smile from the ladies' warm welcome.
Dorcas took her small suitcase and Roz took her black wooden
flute. Kate and Zelma each took an arm and led her before
Billy.
“May I pay homage to you, Master Billy?” she asked in a sweet
voice.
“I would be honored, Miss Wombat,” Billy replied.
Clarice fell to her knees and proceeded to kiss each of Billy's
Buckaroo boots. When she was through, she found both her master's
hands waiting for her. Billy pulled her up to him into a warm
embrace and gently kissed her on her forehead. “Welcome to the
Daniels family, Miss Wombat. It's always nice to gain another
musician and lover of the fine arts,” Billy said, “What may we
call you?” he asked.
“Please, sir, either Clair, or Lee. My close friends call me Lee,”
she replied.
“I may use both. I like both names equally,” Billy complimented
her.
“That will be fine, Master Billy. It's a great honor and pleasure
to be here, sir. You and your family have been heroes to me and my
generation for many years, sir,” she said.
“Before we go much further – with your permission, I must sample
of drop of your blood so I may have your DNA on file in case of an
emergency. Grandma, please bring us a straight pin and some
alcohol. It will merely be a small prick, I will taste a drop, and
heal you immediately. I promise it won't hurt,” Billy said like a
smooth doctor.
“I was told it might be required, so I'm prepared,” Lee said.
Kate brought Billy the sterilized pin, and he quickly pricked her
finger, tasted a drop of her blood, waved his hand over hers, and
she was healed. “There, I hope that didn't hurt too much,” he
said.
“Not at all, sir, you were very gentle,” Lee allowed.
The family came around and introduced themselves as Billy's
cowboys got him off by himself.
“Well?” Elmer asked the burning question on all their minds.
“It's definitely Clarence's DNA. I sampled a shit-load of his DNA
when we put him back together. I guaran-damn-tee ya, ain't no
doubt in my mind, Clarice Leilani Wombat is the former Clarence
Womack. Sweet Jesus! What an improvement. I wonder if this ain't
the Irin's dry sense of humor or what one might call an Irin-knee
to us cowboy's groins? Where is Bossman Randy when we need him?”
Billy said with mock frustration rolling his eyes toward heaven,
and the men fell together laughing. “Hosanna!” Billy said quietly
to his male family members and they responded in kind, “Hosanna,
in the highest!” they exclaimed with equally subdued enthusiasm.
“Do you want to quarantine your new slave, Master Billy?” Clyde
asked.
“Goodness, no!” Billy replied, “My tasting her blood wasn't a test
of our Irin brother's veracity. I'm struck by the Irin's
capabilities and wanted to see how they done it. I'm sure we can
trust their final product is without flaw. I'm sure there's more
we will learn from and about Clarice but other than excluding her
from more sensitive family projects as we might any new slave
until we know them better, I don't see any need to create a
feeling of paranoia between us,” Billy said firmly.
“Well, said, Young Man,” Judge LaFleur said, “however, an ounce of
caution is worth a pound of cure,” he added and patted Billy on
his back.
“Thank you, Judge. We will be open, responsive, and giving, but
for a while, we will limit activities for which she may have
access. We rarely include every slave in our family matters
anyway,” Billy replied, “And I think I might have the perfect job
for her. I have heavily overburdened my two beloved cowboy
brothers Hank and Buck of late, and I think they could use an
assistant as a gopher and and all-round girl Friday,” he added.
After the stunning entrance of Billy's new slave, the party began
to breakup. Pete and Leon had to take off. They had to be up early
for work the next morning at the feedlot. The Breedlove family
left shortly after. Billy said goodbye to everyone and said he
would wait for Will to contact him to transport Harley-Buck to his
jail cell. “Instead of calling, Will, ask Everett to tickle me.
I'll be in the dungeon prepping Harley-Buck and a cell phone call
might tip our hand,” Billy said and grinned. I'm leaving for the
ship as soon as I go to my office upstairs and morph into my
Kagoli form,” Billy said.
“Sure, Brother, no problem. We'll give you some time,” Will said
and winked.
“I knew you'd understand, Brother,” Billy said and grinned.
* * * * * * *
Leon was bubbling with thoughts and comments about the evening.
Pete never heard him say so many words in the five years they
worked together. He was glad the big cowboy was letting himself go
and expressing himself. Pete was impressed Leon was quite educated
for a man who never did anything but cowboy most of his life. He
mentioned it to Leon.
“I ain't never had me much formal education, but once't I got me a
computer and learn't how to use it, another world of information
was at my fingertips. I learned a lot in the last several years. I
don't go nowheres or do much of anything. Going to the Daniels
Ranch with you is the first thing I done since I been working at
the feedlot. I have to take care of ma' pa, and he requires around
the clock supervision. Don't know what I'd do wiff'out my Watcher
buddies. I wouldn't be able to hold down a job without them. He
loves them and calls them his boys,” Leon laughed, “In one of his
more lucid moments, he confided in me he knows they ain't real,
and it's just his imagination working overtime to create
companions for him while I'm away at work,” Leon said and the men
laughed. They arrived back at Pete's trailer and Pete invited Leon
in for a cup of Sleepy-time tea. Leon thought he should be getting
back instead.
“Bullshit!” Pete exclaimed, “One cup of tea won't take long,
besides I got some'um to say to you, Cowboy,” he said firmly.
“Okay, one cup,” Leon agreed.
They went inside and Pete put the kettle on his stove to boil. He
made two mugs of Sleepy-time tea and added a teaspoon of honey to
each. He set one mug before Leon, and he sat down across from him.
They took a sip and relaxed. Leon waited for Pete to speak.
“Ain't chu' gonna' ask what I wanna' talk with you about?” Pete
asked.
“Naw, Pete, h'it ain't the Cowboy Way. If'n a man tells you he's
got some'um to say to you, he'll tell you if he wants you to know;
otherwise, I'll drink my tea, thank you for one of the most
wonderful times of my life, and be on my way,” Leon said.
“You're right, as usual. No argument, Brother. H'it ain't the
Cowboy Way. I won't preface what I got to say to you, Leon, I'll
just tell you. I'm falling in love with you. I been fight'n it for
sometime now, but this afternoon waiting for you to come, I
suddenly realized, it ain't going away, it only grows bigger by
the day, and like a big old bear standing in the middle of the
trail, I got to deal wiff' it. Since yore' pa ain't mentally
together enough for me to ask him, I'm asking your permission to
actively court you until we feel comfortable enough with each
other to spend an evening in each other's arms,” Pete said.
“How long a courtship is you talk'n about, Cowboy?” Leon asked and
grinned.
“How ever long it takes to win your heart, Buckaroo,” Pete replied
and smiled.
“Would a week be too long?” Leon asked, slapped the table, and
laughed.
Pete broke up. “No, but I think we should spend some time together
away from the damn feedlot afore we jump in bed together and make
the beast wiff' two backs,” Pete said seriously.
“Beast with two backs?” Leon asked and laughed, “I like that
image. Then I'll leave it up to you, pod'na – and, yes, I would be
proud to have a good man like you court me, Pete Breedlove,” Leon
said, “But ain't court'n a bit old fashioned?” Leon asked.
“It's the Cowboy Way, Son. Don't quote me scripture and verse
unless you's will'n to live by the word,” Pete said and grinned.
“Of course, you're right; especially, if'n you's the one what's
doing the court'n, sir,” Leon said and grinned.
“Would you be worried about my past track record, my motivation,
or my sincerity?” Pete asked.
“No, I seen a change in you over the years. You know'd what you
done wrong. Some men don't never learn from their mistakes and
keep repeating them all their lives. You ain't that kind of man,
Pete. I seen the pain you went through not being a part of Oatie's
life, and watched you swallow a shit-load of pride and brag'n
rights from his accomplishments. Your other boy, Stan, broke your
heart when he left home with nary a word, and I knew about you and
Snuffy Ragweed being asshole buddies all them years ago. I also
know you blame yourself for Snuffy's death, but there was more to
it than you breaking off your relationship with him to marry
Janice; things you never knew about. I don't think you'd ever
repeat those mistakes, nor do I think you'll ever be satisfied
with or trust a woman again either, Pete,” Leon said boldly,
“Beside, I don't think yore' daddy and son would invite you to
their weddings if'n they didn't feel the same way. It's time for
you to start living again, Pete,” he added.
Pete was quiet for a minute. “You're right. All them things is
true. I'm get'n too damn old in mind and spirit, Leon, to allow a
life like I once't tried to live. Since Master Billy done
freshened me up a tad, I might have more vim and vigor to become a
good husband for you if you find me worthy. Maybe it would do you
some good to start living again, too, my handsome buckaroo,” Pete
said sincerely.
“I'll shore' 'nuff drink to that, Pod'na,” Leon allowed.
They finished and stood looking at each other. Pete took the big
cowboy in his arms and looked him in his eye, “Let's seal our deal
with a big, wet, sloppy Buckaroo kiss, Cowboy?” Pete said and the
men started a very gentle exchange which grew quickly into one of
considerable, but controlled passion. When they broke if off they
were both erect and drained of emotion. “Fuck! I been want'n to do
that for a couple of years now. It shore' was good, Buddy. Thanks,
Leon,” Pete said.
“It was just as good for me, Partner. Don't never make the mistake
of underestimate'n yore'self, Pete. You got plenty of untapped
love still in you. We just may have to drill a little deeper for
it,” Leon allowed, and they shared a laugh.
“Ain't no other man I would consider tap'n me for it, neither,
Cowboy,” Pete said.
Leon thanked Pete again on the way to his truck. “Do you think
Billy was serious about us help'n each other wiff' some things?”
he asked Pete.
“Trust me, Cowboy, Billy don't make idle comments like 'at without
backing them up. One of these days, out of the blue, you'll find
him at your door with his Cowboy-Angels, and he'll take care of
you and your dad. He wants you and your old man at peak
performance levels. He's done got plans for you, your dad, and
ranch which will make you another strong member of his family
Grange he's building. I don't expect us to be working the feedlot
for more'n another six months to a year. After that, we'll become
a part of his greater family. When our lives change, your pa gets
better, and can function on his own, we'll have more time to spend
together. I want to spend as much time with you as you'll let me,
Leon,” Pete said.
“You ain't got nothing to worry about, Pete,” Leon said, turned,
climbed into his old truck, and started the engine, “Thanks for
everything, Pete. I had a great time. I'll look forward to seeing
your handsome face tomorrow morning, Pod'na,” he said, put his
truck in gear, and drove off down the dirt road to the blacktop.
* * * * * * *
Billy arrived in the dungeon. There was only Mace and Picard
minding the place. Poly and Cass were with the rest of Billy's
family. Billy was morphed into his Kagoli Demon form. He dismissed
Mace and Picard, told them what a wonderful job they did, how much
he appreciated their efforts, and he was proud of them. He had a
big hug and a hot Demon kiss for both. They were in heaven their
master approved of their work and they scurried off to join their
family pod with the rest of Billy's guests. He could see
Harley-Buck was sitting naked in his cell as he walked toward him.
Billy didn't bother with clothing. He was a naked demon all
evening. Billy took the key to the cell and unlocked the door.
Harley-Buck stood waiting for him. Billy could feel the big
cowboy's eyes looking at him like he was in awe of Billy. Billy
opened the door to his cell and motioned for Harley-Buck to come
out. He walked to Billy without fear and stood before him.
Suddenly he threw his arms around Billy, held him close, and
started crying. Billy held the big man, gently caressed him, and
stole a couple of kisses.
“There, there, Buckaroo – ain't nothing to cry about. I may look
mean and evil but believe it or not, I got chore' best interest at
heart. I won't never let nothing bad happen to you, Son. Our big
daddy demon done told me to look after you and make sure you
mature to become a strong, upstanding member of your community. I
plan to see to it you do,” Billy said.
“I know you's gonna' take me to jail. That's all right. I know you
gotta' do it, but I'm worried I won't never get to see you again,”
Harley-Buck wailed.
“I promise, I won't never be far away, Son. I tell you what. What
if I give you the power to contact me mind to mind when you need
me?” Billy asked.
“You can do that?” the big cowboy asked in awe.
“I can do lots of things; but, yes, I can give you the power. You
won't be able to hear or send to anyone but me, or someone I give
permission to contact you,” Billy explained.
“It would be a big help. I think I'm falling in love with you,
Mister Demon. Is that bad?” he asked.
“No, some might think it a bit odd, but I don't. I fell in love
with a demon one time and he's still my demon daddy. I love him
very much. I was once't a cowboy like you, but I made up my mind I
wanted to become a demon like him. Ain't sorry I done it,
neither,” Billy said.
“What do I have to do to hear your mind, sir?” Harley-Buck asked.
“I need to eat a part of you to have your DNA on file in my body
to make the adjustment,” Billy said.
“You mean you gotta' take a bite out of my butt or gnaw off one of
my toes?” the cowboy asked with fear in his eyes, “Never mind!
Just do it! I don't need all them damn toes noways!” he exclaimed.
Billy laughed. No! Now think, Cowboy. What can I eat from your
body what ain't a part of your flesh?” Billy asked.
Harley-Buck stood for a moment thinking. “Well, I guess there's
waste from my body, but that's too disgusting to think about,” he
said.
“You're right. No, that ain't it. What else comes out of your body
what would have all your genetic information ready to fertilize a
woman to make her pregnant?” Billy asked.
“My come? Of course, my cowboy gizz! You need to eat my
baby-batter, Mr. Demon?” Harley-Buck asked with eagerness.
“Sure, Buckaroo, one full shot of your gizz will give me all the
information I need to make the adjustment,” Billy said.
“What do I have to do, sir?” Harley-Buck asked with eager
anticipation.
“Nothing but lie back on that table, throw your boots up into them
stirrups, and relax while I give you a hot demon blow-job,” Billy
said.
“You'd do that for me, sir?” Harley-Buck asked.
“Bet chore' cowboy-butt I would. I heard my old man, Master Satan,
say you's one of his boys now. That would make you my brother
wouldn't it?” Billy asked.
“It sure would, Mister Demon. Does that mean I get to call you my
brother?” he asked excited.
“It sure does, Brother Buck, and I get to call you my brother.
Brothers do that sort of thing for one another,” Billy replied.
“Does it mean I get to suck you off, too?” he asked.
“No. For right now, I'm afraid it's a one-way street. Once't you
start suck'n a demon off, you could possibly absorb his genetic
information, which is much more powerful than humans, and you
might start changing into one. You ain't ready for it, yet, but if
you follow my advice and that of the men in whose hands you will
find yourself, grow some in character, I don't see why it might
not be possible for you to ride both them ponies,” Billy
explained.
“You mean you can change to be human and back again?” Harley-Buck
asked.
“Yes, that's exactly what I mean,” Billy confirmed.
“Can I see what you look like in human form, sir?” he asked.
“No, you ain't ready for that, neither,” Billy said and smiled,
“Didn't you learn nothing about the Code of the West and the
Cowboy Way, Son?” Billy asked.
“Damn little, sir. Only what I picked up here and there, but I
ain't never had me nobody to teach me right from wrong. I's like a
bull in a China Shop when it comes to relating with people. I
tried to be good to my wife, but I think I probably failed
miserably with her, too, to make her want to lie down with the
likes of that fat piece of shit I fucked this e'nin,” Harley-Buck
lamented.
“Don't accept all the blame, Cowboy. It takes two to tango. You
don't have to accept somebody else's failures to compound your
own. What's done is done. Don't look back. Don't try to pick over
dried bones,” Billy tried to reassure him.
“You's what I need to help me understand them things, Brother
Demon. Do you have a name I can call you?” he asked.
“We'll get to that in a minute, but first let's get you milked,”
Billy said.
Harley-Buck got on the table and threw his buckaroo boots into the
stirrups and made himself comfortable for his milking. Billy
wasted no time and sucked the big cowboy off in record time. He
thought he might see just how malleable Harley-Buck was by sharing
a small amount of his own gizz with him as a brotherly
prime-the-pump gesture, but he decided against it. There probably
was a small chance of genetic contamination, and he didn't want an
extra worry right now. Billy complimented the big cowboy on his
gizz and told him it was some of the strongest flavored human
ejaculate he ever consumed.
“Is that good, sir?” he asked.
“Certainly. Strong gizz. Strong man. It tells me you won't have
any problems changing into a better man and a fine buckaroo,”
Billy said. He opened his arms for the cowboy to come to him. In
his demon form Billy was about a third larger than Harley-Buck and
he was one of the largest cowboys in the county next to Bubba and
Elmer. “You asked about a name to call me. In my demon form I was
named after a huge rogue red star in the Orion galaxy called
Betelgeuse,” Billy said.
“Beetle Juice?” Harley-Buck asked.
“It sounds the same but spelled different,” Billy explained.
“If you's gonna' be like a conscience for me and speak to me in
ma' head, I need a shorter name I can remember – like Cricket,” he
said.
“You mean like Jiminy Cricket?” Billy asked.
“Yes, sir, the conscience of the little boy what got a permanent
woody,” Harley-Buck replied.
Billy laughed. He never thought of Pinocchio that way, but it made
sense. “And do you have a permanent woody?” he asked the big
cowboy.
“All the damn time, sir. I don't think that damn thing ever
sleeps,” Harley-Buck replied in perfect cowboy hyperbole. Billy
was more sure than ever, things would work out fine for the big
cowboy.
“I'll settle for 'Beetle.' When you need me just think 'Beetle'
and I'll come to you. Now, let me show you how it works,” Billy
said, raised his huge bat-like wings and started to enhance that
part of Harley-Buck's genetic information in his brain to send and
receive thoughts.
“Are you like a god, Mister Beetle Juice?” he asked.
“No, more like an enhanced demon what can do some pretty neat
things what might seem miraculous to the average human like
yourself, but I ain't no god. I hate to break it to you, Cowboy,
but there ain't no such thing; just more advanced beings in the
universe than you or even me. What I can do is small potatoes to
what some of them ancient civilizations is capable,” Billy
explained.
“Then why do you chose to look like a demon, sir?” he asked.
“I'll let Pinocchio between your legs answer that question for
you, Buckaroo,” Billy said and grinned.
“Cain't gainsay that, Mister Beetle Juice,” Harley-Buck answered
and grinned, “You's one hot demon, sir,” he said.
“Now, hesh up, lemme' finish my job, and your wish will be
granted,” Billy said. It only took him a few more minutes and he
was through. He ordered Harley-Buck to sit up and then stand.
Billy gently took him into his much bigger, massively muscular
arms, and held him close. He put his right hand behind his head
and held the big cowboy's head close to his. With one of his
claw-like nails on his right hand he gently scratched
Harley-Buck's neck at the base of his skull where his brain joined
his spinal column. “Feel that, Cowboy?” Billy asked softly.
“Yes, sir, it feels good,” he replied and moved his head about
like an old dog who wants more petting.
“I'm gonna' tickle it with my brain and when you feel an
electrical tingling sensation at the base of your skull, relax
your mind, and think on opening to me just like you would pick up
a telephone and say 'Hello.' I'll come into you, make myself to
home, and we can chat mind to mind for a spell,” Billy said.
“Okay,” he replied.
Everything went like clockwork. Billy tickled Harley-Buck, and he
invited the big Demon into his mind, << Are you okay,
Cowboy? >> Billy sent to him and asked.
<< I'm fine, Mister Beetle, I hear you loud and clear. This
is amazing. This is wonderful. I don't feel so alone no more,
>> the cowboy replied.
<< That's good. That's the way you're suppose to feel,
>> Billy said. About that time Billy felt another tickle.
<< Excuse me for a moment, Cowboy, I got another tickle on
my other line. I gotta' leave you for a minute, but I'll be right
back, >> Billy said and broke off connection with
Harley-Buck.
<< Hey, is that you, Everett? >> Billy asked.
<< It is, Master Billy. We's in town down to the jail and my
master asked me to contact you to tell you the coast is clear,
>> Everett said.
<< Give us a minute, and we'll be there in a flash, >>
Billy said and giggled. He heard Everett laugh in his mind and
said he would tell his master.
“C'moan, Cowboy! We gotta' cut this short. I'll be able to tickle
you later, and we can talk. Right now you gotta' get dressed, and
I'll transport you to the jail so's you can begin your new life,”
Billy said. Harley-Buck grabbed Billy, pulled him close, and
kissed him on the mouth. “Thank you, Mister Beetle, nobody's ever
done nothing so nice for me as you have. Demon or no, I love you,”
he said.
“I gotta' admit, I done grow'd pert-damn fond of you, Cowboy. Now,
hurry and get dressed,” Billy said.
Harley-Buck dressed quickly, and they were ready. Without further
ado, Billy transported them to one of the front cells in the
Sheriff's station, stole another kiss from the big cowboy, and
disappeared. Harley-Buck breathed a deep sigh like he just lost
the greatest love of his life. The Sheriff and his deputies came
to see what the flash of light was about and found Harley-Buck
Johnson, the former Hello Kitty Crocker, in their jail.
* * * * * * *
The town was divided about what they saw and exactly what took
place. Mrs. Womack was keeping a low profile. Someone managed to
show her one of the several videos which were delivered to the men
whose wives were unfaithful to them. There were even several from
Junction, Menard, Brady, and Llano in addition to the six in Mason
county. Everyone agreed old Clarence was a busy bee gathering
nectar where he may. Amazingly enough, nobody thought to pull out
their phones and take photos of the demons which appeared in
court. They had nothing to show the National News teams or
reporters who descended on Mason to cover the fantastic
supernatural story. Suddenly, Jack McCormack and Grover Parsnip
were swamped with phone calls from husbands wanting divorces, and
Mrs. Womack. When the defrocked attorneys Dewey, Cheetum, and
Howe, heard about the strange goings on in Mason County, they
wondered if there might be some connection with their being
disbarred and stripped of their abilities to legally represent
anyone.
Jack didn't let the hubbub get to him. He scheduled seeing clients
in the early morning to have the rest of the day to go play with
his big brother. The next day they drove to Brady to buy some more
bedroom furniture for Bubba's place and Jack's ranch. Jack had
Bubba make sure Hoss was going to be there when they went. They
took the big cowboy to lunch at the local Mexican restaurant.
Bubba played the fish-eyed older brother holding the big man under
scrutiny of a microscope to make sure his intentions toward his
little brother were honorable and worthy. They laughed at him. “I
know'd you must be a fine gentleman to have such a bulldog for a
big brother, Mr. McCormack,” Hoss said.
“He is, indeed, a good brother, Hoss, and we look out for each
other. Don't worry, when his time comes to pick a mate, I will be
the one who gets to play the Devil's advocate,” Jack
said.
“Speaking of Devils, were you men in the courtroom in Mason when
them Demons appeared? I heard tell they took that loud-mouthed
little preacher off to Hell,” Hoss asked.
“Yes, we were both there. We watched four large demons and two
small ones take several folks away from the court room. I'm
surprised nobody got pictures of it, but that's what the main
demon said they was gonna' do,” Jack said, “They took Kit Crocker
who killed Clarence Womack, a young girl of the Breedlove family
who he accidentally shot, and one of my best friends and fellow
attorneys Grover Parsnip. The young girl was taken to the Daniels
Ranch where her older brother Oatie removed the bullet and patched
her up. She's gonna' be fine, and old Grover reappeared around
town the next day looking twenty years younger and claims he can't
remember a damn thing about no demons. It's the damnedest thing
anybody can imagine. Unfortunately, Clarence Womack ain't been
seen or heard from since Wednesday. I think the locals have pretty
much written him off to history,” Jack explained. “I talked with
Mrs. Womack on the phone and she told me she wanted to file for
divorce. I told her to wait until her husband reappeared, but if
he didn't, they would have to declare him officially dead after a
year or two, in which case she would inherit everything without
spending a dime on legal fees. She seemed to like the idea and
told me she would take it under advisement,” Jack added.
“For such a small town, your lives sound so much more interesting
than what I'm living as a delivery man in Brady,” Hoss lamented.
“It usually ain't, Hoss,” Bubba spoke up, “Most of the time we sit
around for days watching paint dry when somebody gets an urge to
paint their barn,” he said and grinned.
“Bubba's right, Big'un, we ain't had this much excitement in Mason
since the Hoo Doo Wars in the late 1800's,” Jack said.
* * * * * * *
Harley-Buck was surprised the Sheriff and his Deputies weren't
more surprised he just showed up in their jail. They acted like he
was an expected guest. Will unlocked his cell and took him into
his office. He explained the circumstances to him, and if he
agreed not to try to run and abide by his rules he could share the
large double cell in the rear with Earl Hickson. Will explained
the extra perks which came with staying in the 'guest suite' as
his men called it. Harley-Buck agreed and took the other bunk in
the big cell.
Earl was glad for the company. They knew each other from school.
Harley-Buck never served in the military. His mother was getting
older when he graduated high school, and she was always sick.
Harley-Buck was her only caretaker. Luckily, he got an exemption
from the draft. Nevertheless, the men knew each other from years
of living in the same community. That evening, after he cleaned
himself and got ready to hit the sack, Harley-Buck lay down with
his face to the wall. He took a deep breath and thought in his
mind about sending a message to his new demon buddy, Beetle Juice.
<< I'm here, Cowboy. Can I do something for you or are you
just testing the line? >> Billy said and laughed.
Harley-Buck could hear him laugh in his head.
<< Mostly to test the line and thank you for my gift. I
won't impose, I promise, sir, >> he sent.
<< Tickle me when you need me, and I'll do the same. Are you
comfortable, Son? >> Billy asked.
<< Yeah, they been real good to me. Probably better'n I
deserve. I'm so sorry about that young girl I accidentally shot.
Is she all right? >> he asked.
<< She's fine. We dropped her off at the Daniels Ranch and
her oldest brother, Oatie, patched her up. She's almost good as
new. She's staying with the Daniels family this evening and her
granddad, Elmer Breedlove, is taking her to his place tomorrow to
stay for a while, >> Billy replied.
<< That's good to know. I hope she and her family can
forgive me, >> the big cowboy sent.
<< They have. They would like to see you become a better
person and take your rightful place as a leader in the community.
I know you can do it, Cowboy. I got faith in you, >> Billy
sent.
<< Thanks, Mister Beetle-Juice, that means a lot. I better
get to sleep and let you go. Give my best to my Demon Dad and
thank him for my new name, >> he said.
<< Will do, Cowboy, have sweet dreams and dream about
Cowboys and Angels, >> Billy said.
Billy felt another tickle while he was talking to Harley-Buck, but
he recognized the sender and didn't answer. As soon as he
disconnected from the cowboy he connected with his little cowboy
brother, << Hey, Bossman, what's up? >> he hailed
Randy.
<< I just tried to tickle you but got a busy signal. I
figured you's talk'n to somebody else, and you'd get back to me,
>> Randy said.
<< Yeah, I was talking with the cowboy what shot Clarence
Womack and wounded the Breedlove's youngest daughter. He's so
confused and never had much chance to grow up. He needs a couple
of buddies. You interested? He's your type of cowboy, Little
Brother, >> Billy sent.
<< Big and tough looking? >> Randy asked and giggled.
<< Almost as big as Master Bull, and super hard-look'n, like
he could chew nails for an appetizer. He ain't got the smarts and
cowboy learn'n like Elmer. He needs a lot of direction, a help'n
hand, and he needs a couple of good buddies, >> Billy sent.
<< He'll get it from you, Big Brother, >> Randy said.
<< I hope so. I got me a feeling you might be able to help
him, too, Bossman. You two can help each other grow up, >>
Billy said half joking and half serious, << If'n you's
interested, you could tickle him in our County Jail and introduce
yourself, but they's a few things you need to know first, >>
Billy said and went on to explain what the men did with and to the
big cowboy and the nasty little preacher Clarence Womack. Randy
was rolling in his bed laughing his ass off at Billy's bizarre
story. He made Billy promise he would let him watch a video of the
Mummer's Dungeon and Demon Play. Billy promised he would and told
him what he could share with Harley-Buck and what not to share
with him. << I heard you and your sister is due over here
tomorrow morning for the weekend and your ma and grandma are
coming with the baby Saturday. You're scheduled for a piano lesson
with Roxanne Humana and a violin lesson with Roz. Kayla's got
lessons on her cello and piano with them as well, >> Billy
said.
<< I'm looking forward to it, and I know Kayla's working
hard on her cello. She's git'n better faster than me on my violin,
but I'm better on the piano. I found an old rusty saw in the tool
shed and told her I found her a new bow. She didn't think it was
funny, and told me if I didn't get better soon I should think
about using it on my fiddle, >> Randy said and laughed.
Billy rolled on the bed laughing. Nick was listening and joined
him.
<< All right, Buckaroo. Remember if you contact the big
cowboy tell him your name is 'Cricket.' Clyde is due to pick up
you and Kayla and transport you to our place for breakfast. Bring
Ludo if you like, >> Billy said and signed off.
* * * * * * *
Earl Hickson couldn't help being curious about where Kit Crocker,
who they were now calling Harley-Buck Johnson, went when he
disappeared from the courtroom with one of the big red demons. He
made a cup of instant coffee for the big cowboy and they talked.
“It was the damnedest thing, Earl. One minute we was in the court
room and the next we was in a steam'n hot dungeon some'ers with
all kinds of demons – big ones, cute tiny ones with bat wings
carrying red pitchforks and flying around – I ain't never seen
nothing like it. I could see Clarence Womack lying on a table. He
was deader'n a fuck'n door-nail. He weren't breathing or nothing.
The big demon what took me with him put me in a cell and put me to
sleep like he just flipped a switch in my brain. When he woke me
up, there were more demons, it was even hotter, everything was
bathed in red light, you could smell the brimstone, and Clarence
Womack was alive and sitting up. They done brought him back to
life to face judgment,” Harley-Buck explained with awe and wonder
in his voice.
He went on to tell Earl about meeting the Devil himself, and he
weren't such a terrible dude like them church folks preach. “He
was worried about me and concerned why I would waste my time and
my life on scum like Womack. I told him h'it was 'cause he fucked
my wife. I wanted revenge. I know it sounds like a bad dream but
the attorney what was representing Womack, Grover Parsnip, was
there with us and he represented bow'fus in front of the Devil.
For Grover's agreeing to represent us, they took twenty years off
his life. You won't recognize the old man, Earl, he don't look a
day over fifty,” Harley-Buck declared. “You don't believe me, do
you?” he asked.
“After what I saw in that courtroom, I'd believe any damn thing
you told me was possible, Cowboy,” Earl said, “I sat there
stunned. I saw what them demons could do and did. They weren't of
this world, but I can't help feel like they got our best interest
at heart – at least, you and me. If Clarence Womack don't never
show up again, and he's declared gone for good, it might go easier
on our sentences,” Earl allowed.
“Ya, think so, Earl?” the big cowboy asked.
“It just might. I know one damn thing. I don't never want to go to
no prison if I can avoid it. I'd be willing to do almost anything.
If they sold Orville Higginbothem to Billy Daniels, that's what
I'm gonna' ask for. I'd rather be an indentured slave on his ranch
than spend ever' damn day in a prison cell. I done heard about and
seen the way Mr. Daniels treats his slaves, and he treats 'um like
they's his family. He's been good to me and ma' brother, Bubba
Kirkendall.
“His slaves, they's just expected to work, but they got a lot more
perks than them men sit'n in them prisons. They ain't penned up,
and they work in the fresh air. They work hard, but I ain't afraid
of hard work. I been a cowboy all my life, and it's all I know.
Hell, they knock off work ever Friday at noon and are free to do
as they please the rest of the time. They have entertainment for
them every Saturday night and they play some awesome music,” Earl
explained, “And the weirdest damn part is, even the cows dance to
the music. I shit you not, Cowboy! I done seen 'um wiff' me own
eyes doing a Virgina Reel stomping they's hooves in time with the
music,” he added.
Things settled down for the evening. The lights were lowered and
the deputies went off to their cubicle to watch dirty videos for
the evening. Earl and Harley-Buck were settled in for the night.
The big cowboy was lying with his face to the wall, just about to
drift off to sleep, when he was sure he felt a small scratch at
the base of his skull from a tiny electrical jolt. It wasn't as
strong as his buddy, Beetle-Juice, so he just assumed he got an
itch and reached back to scratch.
<< Don't scratch! >> he heard a small voice in his
head.
Harley-Buck didn't move, << You ain't the Demon
Beetle-Juice, >> he sent.
<< No, I'm his little brother, Cricket, >> Randy
returned, << He told me about you and said you might need an
extra buddy. It took me a while feeling my way around the jail
until I found you. You got a strong signal, Brother, >>
Randy sent.
<< Are you a demon, Cricket? >> Harley-Buck asked and
heard a laugh.
<< You might say so. Yeah, I guess I am. Hell, I must be! My
big sister calls me a demon or a little monster ever' damn day,
>> Randy sent and laughed. He heard the cowboy laugh in his
head.
<< How old are you, Son? >> Harley-Buck asked.
<< Six, but I'll be seven the tenth of July. I'm the Bossman
on our family ranch near Fredericksburg, >> Randy replied.
<< Ain't chu' a mite young to be Bossman on a big working
ranch? >> Harley-Buck asked.
<< Ain't nobody else to do the job right now. My daddy and
his brother were drafted and sent off to war in the Middle East
but both came home in a box. I'm the only male left in my family,
but I ain't by myself. I got me a good, faithful slave for a
Ramrod and a Bigfoot Watcher I love what protects me, >>
Randy said.
<< Sounds like you and me got a lot in common, Bossman. I
done grow'd up without a daddy. I shore' 'nuff could use me a good
buddy right about now, Cricket. Did your big brother-demon gift
you with the power to send and receive thoughts? >> he
asked.
<< Yeah, some time ago. We don't live together. He lives
with his big demon daddy, but his daddy allows him to have friends
outside of Hell. He introduced me and my family to the new Grange
what's started up in our part of Texas, and they's helpful, good
folks. Sometimes he comes to see me, or I go see him, and we have
us a good time. He's my big brother. I think he's a handsome
Devil, >> Randy said and giggled.
<< Just 'tween you and me, I agree, Son. I told him I wanted
to become a demon like him. He told me the strangest thing. He
said I had to become a good man first, >> Harley-Buck
confided.
<< It ain't strange. He told me the same damn thing, but he
don't always have to be in demon form. He can walk around as a
human, and you would never recognize him, >> Randy said.
<< Have you seen him in his human form? >> the cowboy
asked.
<< Sure, most of the time. He only becomes a demon when he's
taking care of his demon dad or when we's in private and I ask him
to morph, >> Randy said.
<< What's he look like? >> Harley-Buck asked.
<< A handsome cowboy like yourself, >> Randy said.
<< What makes you think I'm handsome? >> the cowboy
asked.
<< 'Cause Master Beetle-Juice done told me you was handsome,
and he sent me a mental pitcher of you; however, h'it don't matter
none to me what you look like as long as you's big. I love me some
big ugly cowboys just as much as them what's easy to look at,
>> Randy said like he was sharing a secret with a good
buddy. He heard Harley-Buck laugh.
<< Why do you call him 'Master,' Cricket? >>
Harley-Buck asked.
<< 'Cause he teaches me things, and he's good to me. I was
dying, and he healed me from a terrible debilitating disease. He
done went a little too far and enhanced me at the same time. I got
me some special powers, too. I call him my 'Master' to show my
respect and love for him, >> Randy replied
<< I appreciate Mister Beetle-Juice's kind words, but I'm
more like the big ugly type, >> the cowboy returned.
<< Master Bull, Elmer Breedove, is my surrogate daddy. I
call him one of my 'Masters.' When I need a big pair of cowboy
arms to run to or explain something to me I don't understand, I go
to him. He never turns me away. He's always got time for me. I
love him a lot, >> Randy said.
<< I know'd and admired Mr. Breedlove all my life. I wish't
I could a know'd him better. Maybe I wouldn't a' turned out so
bad. We got close one night on a roundup when I's just a young
cowboy, and I never forgot his kindness or the comfort he provided
me, >> Harley-Buck confided.
<< I probably already done took up too much of your time,
Mr. Johnson. I better sign-off for now. I just wanted to reach
out, tickle you, and let you know you ain't alone no more. You got
buddies what care about you, >> Randy sent.
<< Tickle me anytime you feel like it, Son. I enjoyed jaw'n
wiff' ya,' >> he returned and they disconnected. Harley-Buck
drifted off into a deep comfortable sleep. It was the best sleep
he experienced in years.
* * * * * * *
Early the next morning, when the Sheriff's station opened for
business, Grover Parsnip was there with two of Billy Daniels
slaves, Erin Mascaro and Orville Higginbothem. Billy allowed
Orville to wear an old-time full length Western duster to cover
his harness and his codpiece. When he was wearing it, you could
only see his boots and head. It was mostly for the modesty of the
public should they see him going into and out of the station.
Everyone who came and went, or those who lived with Orville, were
used to seeing him with limited clothing. He was brown as an
autumn choke-berry from being exposed to the Texas sun and after a
couple of months of working out with weights with his handler
slaves and hard work around the ranch, his body was starting to
show his new development. He looked and felt better than he had in
years and despite his position as the lowest of punishment slaves,
he couldn't help feel a bit proud and even cocky about himself.
“Gentlemen, Mr. Hickson and Mr. Johnson, I been sent by Judge
LaFleur to consult with you men about your court appearances next
Wednesday. Mr. Hickson, I have your attorney's permission to speak
with you about what the Judge would like to do for you men. Mr.
Johnson, do you have an attorney?” Grover asked Harley-Buck.
“Naw, sir, I was hope'n you might find yore' way clear to
represent me, Mr. Parsnip. You done a good job for me in Hell when
I went before the Devil and I got faith in you to see to my best
interests back here on Earth,” the cowboy said.
“Yes, well, I done what I could. I just represented you. You done
most of the work, Son, and I might add, you done a good job of
standing up for yourself. I was proud of you,” Grover allowed.
“Is Mr. McCormack still gonna' represent me, sir?” Earl asked.
“Yes, I'm sure he will. He said he and Bubba would be by this
evening to talk with you, but he wanted you to listen to what I
have to say,” Grover said.
“You look so much younger, Mr. Parsnip,” Earl said, and winked at
Harley-Buck like he believed what he told him the night before.
“Yeah, it was a perk the Devil offered me for representing Mr.
Crocker and the preacher. Twenty years added onto my life seemed
worth it, I think. Now I can make the same mistakes again only do
'um up bigger and worse than the first time. Won't that be fun?”
Grover asked and laughed, “However, on the down side, I don't
think I was able to do much for Clarence Womack. I think he spoke
one too many times when he should have been letting me speak for
him.
“Mr. Johnson will confirm, I tried my best to convince Mr. Womack
to leave the negotiation for his mortal soul with Satan, the great
Demon beast, in my hands, but he refused. I think Mr. Johnson will
also agree with me, the preacher managed to alienate an Archangel
and the Devil himself. In the final assessment, I don't think
either one wanted him, and being rejected by the Devil says some
powerful bad things about a man's character.
“While I don't have any information about his disposition, I don't
think we'll be seeing him anymore in this life – certainly not in
his previous form, but it's hard to tell. When you're dealing with
what appears to be a supernatural experience, it's difficult to
make a judgment, or to know the full facts of the outcome. I think
it's beyond our understanding. We can only wait and see,” Grover
said.
Harley-Buck confirmed everything Grover said as the god's-gospel
truth, but he weren't real sure which gods.
“Since we have no way of knowing the final disposition of Preacher
Womack, the Judge must assume he's dead. Everyone who was there
saw Mr. Crocker shoot him; however, without a body or an autopsy
there is no conclusive proof he died. So the most he can charge
you with, Mr. Johnson, is attempted murder, reckless endangerment
by bringing loaded weapons into a public place, and accidental
shooting of an innocent bystander. By the same circumstance, Mr.
Hickson, because of Mr. Womack's disappearance and unknown state
of health, the most the Judge can charge you with is breaking and
entering and petty theft. Now, h'it don't take no rocket scientist
to explain to you men what Mr. Johnson done was bigger in scope
than what Mr. Hickson did.
"Naturally, it means, depending on your attitude, how you conduct
yourselves in court, and if you leave everything to your
attorney's, unless you're asked a direct question by the Judge,
you both may get off light; however – and there always has to be a
'however' – I can promise you men will both do time in prison.
Fortunately, in your cases, there's a second 'however.' Judge
LaFluer is a progressive jurist and is not fond of the private
prison systems we have today. He would like to offer you men an
alternative if you agree,” Grover said. Earl looked at
Harley-Buck, smiled, and winked like he knew what was coming. The
big cowboy got his message and nodded.
“That's why I brought these two gentlemen with me today. They are
both slaves of Master Billy Daniels and his family. I believe you
know Mr. Mascaro, Mr. Hickson. You were in the service together
and Mr. Mascaro featured prominently in your defense against Mr.
Womack. These men volunteered to come with me and speak to you.
They are under no duress to tell you only what their master wants
you to hear. Their master told them to feel free to speak their
minds. Mr. Mascaro, do you have anything you would like to say to
these gentlemen?” Grover asked Erin.
“I've had a chance to catch my buddy, Earl, up on what happened to
me and how I come to be at the Daniels Ranch. We's sit'n together
yesterday when them Demons come and took you men away. I think I'm
beginning to see a pattern here, but I won't go into it now. I
will speak only for myself to tell you men you do not want to go
to prison. I was in Huntsville for over eight years and in that
entire time I never once felt safe. It's a hard brutal life, and
you have no control over your circumstances. The first day I was
there, I was forcibly raped by six large men; one right after the
other. I wasn't allowed to clean myself first, and they were large
men. I thought I was going to die, but no one came to my aid.
Fortunately, I didn't die. I managed to negotiate with the big
bull to whose cell I was assigned, to allow me to clean myself
before he or his buddies fucked me.
"I won't go into the rest of the details, but skip to the last
when I was an innocent bystander in the wrong place at the wrong
time, and I got cut up pretty bad in a knife fight. The prison
doctors didn't want to spend the money to patch me up properly,
and I was left in a bed to die. That's when my other brother,
Bubba Kirkendall, and his attorney came for me. I was taken back
to the Daniels Ranch and they patched me up. I don't know what
will be expected of me, but I know it varies depending on the
person and what they feel you might benefit from. I ain't seen
nothing what would make me think it's as horrible as the prison I
was in,” Erin said, "On the contrary, it's like I'm living every
day at a boy's camp. No one threatens me, forces me to have sex,
or tries to kill me. I honestly ain't never heard a discouraging
word since I been on Daniels Ranch," he added.
“Do you have anything to add, Mr. Higginbothem?” Grover asked
Orville.
Orville stood and removed his duster so the men could get a good
look at his harness and his body. Earl and Harley-Buck looked at
each other and grinned. Orville saw their exchange. “You wondered
why I was wearing the duster? Now you know. I'm Master Billy's
first punishment slave. That's why I'm wearing this rig, and got a
ring through my nose, tits, and another through the head of my
penis,” he said, reached down, and with one fluid movement removed
his codpiece which covered his cock and balls locked inside his
chastity cage.
The men stared at him in awe. “I am also required to wear a rather
large plug in my ass to get me used to being anally penetrated;
however, I have never been abused or mistreated even in the early
stages of my training. I have four keepers, or grooms if you will,
who clean me twice a day and prepare me for the day and evening.
They are always gentle and considerate. They have become like sons
to me, and I have come to care about them like they were part of
my family.
"All this fuss is to build me up to finally losing my anal
virginity. At which time, I can choose the freeman cowboy of my
choice to bust my cherry and fuck me for my first time. I have
already chosen my stud, and he's been busy working with me to get
me use to his touch and sharing his affection with me. I feel very
lucky. This is part of my training to reset my mind about
sexuality. If you think it's meant to emasculate me, you would be
wrong. While it may serve the same ultimate purpose to place me in
a more passive or vulnerable sexual position, I find it also
stimulates and forces personal growth within me I would never have
experienced in life had I not become Master Billy's slave. There
are other, more subtle things I've experienced as well I won't
have time to go into with you. You men may not be required to take
the same training I'm receiving. I can't say for sure, but I
imagine Master Billy takes everyone's individual requirements into
consideration when you become his slave,” Orville said.
“Will we be ringed like you, sir?” Harley-Buck asked.
Erin Mascaro spoke up, “I get my rings next week, Mr. Johnson, but
not because Master Billy said I have to wear them. I think they're
hot and asked him if I could be ringed to show him and the world
my gratitude for saving my life. He agreed and next week, I'll be
ringed. Most of Master Billy's close family slaves and many in the
inner circle of his extended family have opted to be ringed. I'm
sure you must have noticed Master Breedlove is ringed,” Erin said
and the men agreed.
“What do you think, Mr. Hickson?” Grover asked Earl.
“It certainly beats being forcibly raped in an uncontrolled
situation in prison. It's more humane and don't seem much
different to me than breaking a horse to a bridle and a saddle. If
I could get through the constant sadistic pushing in boot camp, I
think I could get through what Mr. Higginbothem is experiencing
with little problem,” Earl replied.
“Amen to that, Brother. I agree, but why do they keep your cock
caged, Mr. Higginbothem?” Harley-Buck asked.
“Control mostly. The training itself is highly sexually
stimulating. Master Billy wants to control my coming and going, so
to speak. He don't want me manipulating myself. I'm only allowed
relief when my new trainer I been assigned, who is my chosen stud,
allows me to ejaculate, and it's always with him. I'm slowly
becoming imprinted by his touch and his affections. His approval
and caring for me equals pleasure and release for me. They're two
highly charged emotional experiences which cause close bondings
between people; men in particular. He's slowly getting me ready
for my grand opening. He just recently raised the size of my plug
to the largest to wear last before taking me. I will lose my
virginity probably within the next couple of weekends,” Orville
further explained.
“And you work around the ranch wearing only your boots and your
harness, sir?” Earl asked.
“That's right, Son. It took me a couple of days to adjust, but
nobody has ever had a bad word to say to me nor do they stare at
me. They just accept me as I am and go about their business. I
ain't never been made to feel shunned or looked down upon because
I'm a punishment slave. They treat me with the same respect they
do each other. My keepers are constantly watching out for me and
won't allow me to do certain jobs which would require full
clothing. I'm looking forward to wearing clothes again so I can be
more of a help to them. I sometime feel like a pampered toy, but I
been told that's the way they want me to feel right now,” Orville
explained.
“Will they require you to wear such a contraption, Erin?” Earl
asked his buddy.
“May I answer that, Son?” Orville asked Erin.
“Sure, Pops, you probably know more about it than I do,” Erin
replied.
“My best guess is he won't be required to wear what I do, and the
reason is simple. From Mr. Mascaro's experience in prison, he's
used to anal sex. I would also venture a guess he's not terrified
by the idea of getting butt fucked. He knows what to expect, and
he knows what to do to take care of and prepare himself should it
be required of him; however, I don't see him being forced to do
anything he don't want to do. I think Master Billy will go easy on
him and allow Mr. Mascaro to become a free agent when it comes to
his sexual druthers. I don't think Master Billy would consider
ringing him unless Erin requested it,” Orville said.
“I agree with you, Pops. I get the feeling Master Billy feels I
suffered enough during my eight years in prison and how I'm
treated as his slave will depend a lot on how I conduct myself and
how hard I work for him. Believe me, I ain't lost sight of them
things just because I ain't in prison no more. I'm more than
willing to walk the walk and work hard to please him and my
immediate supervisor,” Erin declared.
“I don't see you having any problems, Son,” Grover said to Erin,
“Have you men heard enough from these gentlemen or do you have
anymore questions?” he asked Earl and Harley-Buck.
“I'm sold. You, Earl?” Harley-Buck asked his cell-mate.
“I agree. I was gonna' ask for something like this anyway,” Earl
agreed.
Grover spent a little more time with his new client, Harley-Buck
Johnson. He took all sorts of notes about his life and interviewed
him at length while Orville, Erin, and Earl talked quietly on the
other side of the cell from them. Earl learned a few more things
from Orville, and Erin. He learned Orville's trainer who would
take him for his first time would be his brother, Bubba
Kirkendall. He didn't react, but got an empty feeling deep in his
gut he couldn't understand. He knew he wasn't hungry. The deputies
fed them a good breakfast and Earl ate plenty. He didn't let on to
either man his close association with Bubba and how he felt about
him; however, Erin knew and could see Orville's talking about
Bubba in glowing terms was getting to Earl. He suggested they
change the subject and began to talk about other things.
“Was what you told the Demon true about you meeting with them
other husbands what Womack cuckold?” Grover asked.
“Yes, sir. We drawed straws and I got the short one,” Harley-Buck
confirmed, “But I don't want them dragged into this, Mr. Parsnip.
I'd appreciate you not bringing it up in the trial,” he said.
“Why not, Son? They would be as guilty as you are if they helped
plan Womack's death. Have you ever considered they might have made
sure you got the short straw?” Grover asked.
“Naw, sir, they's good men. They're ranchers like myself, and they
wouldn't do nothing like 'at to me. At least, I don't think they
would,” Harley-Buck said with some doubt in his voice. It was
then, Grover suspected his client – the big, loud, brash, cowboy –
had the trusting heart of a young boy. He wanted to be a hero and
take a stand, but he very probably was duped, and set up by his
older, wiser neighbors because they were too damn cowardly to do
it themselves. It made Grover care more about his client. Until
that moment, he had doubts about what Billy Daniels saw in the big
man, but he didn't anymore. He was convinced, if anyone could pull
a rabbit out of Harley-Buck's ass, in the form of a good
man, it would be Billy Daniels and his family.
Grover finished with his work and drove Erin Mascaro and Orville
Higginbothem back to the Daniels ranch. He wanted to get back to
town to schedule a meeting with the Judge and see some other
clients, but Billy grabbed him by the arm and insisted he stay and
have lunch with his family. Billy invited him back for the weekend
starting at noon the next day. He would put him up in the castle
and Grover could meet the players in his Mummer's Play as they
really were. Grover couldn't pass up the invitation. He was so in
love with Billy and his family he would have walked on broken
glass barefooted to join him the next afternoon. He related to
Billy the meeting went well, and he thought both men were
interested and would be willing to become his slaves.
* * * * * * *
That evening Bubba and Jack descended on the jail with sacks of
food for everyone from the DQ. They even bought food for the two
night jailers. The deputies thanked them graciously and went off
to their evening TV programs in their small cubical. Bubba and
Jack were left alone with Earl and Harley-Buck. While they knew
each other, Bubba never had much social contact with the former
Kit Crocker. Earl didn't seem to be his usual outgoing self with
his brother and Bubba just thought it was because Harley-Buck and
Jack McCormack was there. Earl was more one on one with Bubba when
they were alone together. The big cowboy seemed to really
appreciate the food and thanked them several times. As they were
finishing eating, Harley-Buck suddenly realized maybe Earl would
like some alone time with his best buddy and attorney. He made
excuses and went to see if he could watch TV with the deputies.
They told him to pull up a chair and make his'self to home.
“How did your meeting with Grover go this morning, Earl,” Jack
asked.
“Good. I got hopes I won't go to prison. If the Judge offers me to
become a slave for Billy Daniels, I'm gonna' take him up on it. I
don't want to go to prison. Erin told me what they done to him and
about you guys rescuing him. We also got to talk with Orville
Higginbothem, and he said you was working with him, Bubba,” Earl
said and looked Bubba right in the eye.
“Yeah, we sort of come together, so to speak, and I come to think
on him as my slave daddy I ain't never had. That didn't come out
quite the way I wanted it to, but you get the picture. I grow'd
quite fond of the big guy. Ah, Hell, that ain't right, neither. I
come to love him like he was my dad, but it's complicated. I'm the
bull in charge. I think he's sexy as the Devil with his rings, his
harness, and chastity cage. After a couple of times together,
Billy gimme' full charge of his training and we been working
together for several weeks to get him ready for his grand opening.
It will be my first time, too. Since I ain't never fucked a man
before, and he ain't never been butt-fucked, we thought we'd share
our first time together. All Billy's male family members is gonna'
be there to watch. I made a bet with Billy I could get him to
shoot just by fuck'n him. I'm building him up by working him over
with his butt plugs until I just about got him to the point he'll
come ever' damn time I order him to,” Bubba waxed proudly about
his relationship with Orville.
Earl hung his head and wouldn't look up at Bubba. Jack saw a tear
drop from Earl's eye onto the tile on the floor. He felt the
tension between Earl and Bubba. “Uh, I'll wait for you in the
truck, Bubba,” he said. Without further explanation, he got up,
and walked out the door. Earl sat with his elbows on his knees,
his hands locked together before him, looking down at the floor.
Bubba finally realized his childhood buddy was distressed from him
talking about his relationship with Orville. A mixture of sympathy
and anger crossed Bubba's mind. “Don't do this to me, Earl, I
don't deserve this from you,” Bubba said quietly, “I done gone out
of my way for you and turned my back on what you done to me even
if it was to frame Womack. I went and got Erin out of prison to
give you a solid case against that little sack of shit. I warned
you about him, but you wouldn't listen to me. You always thought
'cause I's big and slow that I's dumb. I even told Master Billy I
would buy you if he would accept you as his slave,” Bubba said
quietly.
“You're right. It's just, I feel like the train done left the
station, and I missed it. I'm happy for you, Bubba, I really am.
You deserve someone who can give you what you want, and I get the
feeling Orville's very much in love with you. He talks about you
like you's his god, and I agree with you he's a very hot man. I
kept an erection the whole time he was here, but I found myself
feeling jealous of him because he's got you, and I don't no more,”
Earl said, brought his hands to his face and wept.
Bubba didn't say anything. He sat quietly waiting for Earl to get
himself together.
“It never would have worked between us, Earl, as much as I hoped
and dreamed it might. I weren't happy living off scraps and crumbs
from your table, and any relationship we developed what weren't a
master/slave situation, wiff' me as the master, never would have
worked. Even as my slave, you would have taken advantage of my
love for you, and the very worst part is, I would have let you. I
finally realized I have no dignity when it comes to dealing with
you. Even now you're being manipulative for your own selfish
reasons. I got the money to buy you for my slave, Earl, but I
won't do it. Billy even offered to buy you for me; I thanked him,
but I turned him down. That's when I offered to buy you for him
for his slave if he would promise to take you. You need a strong
understanding hand to make you realize the universe don't revolve
around you, but I ain't the man what can provide it for you.
"I can for Orville, because we started off on a different level
than you and me. I'm totally in charge of him, and he don't take a
shit what I don't know about it. You never respected me or ever
took me seriously. The first time I corrected you as a slave, you
would hate me from that day forward. You're right, that train done
left the station the day I told you I wanted to fuck you and make
you my little darlin'. I weren't kidding. You laughed at me and
drove away. You didn't even toot your horn on the way out of the
property. You want a bit of advice? Ask Master Billy to put you
through the same training he put Orville through. It will open you
to a new world of experiences you been denying all your damn
life,” Bubba said, “I'd truly like to see you find happiness, but
it won't be with me, Brother,” he added. Bubba got up and turned
to walk out the door.
“I'm sorry I couldn't be what you need, Bubba,” Earl said.
“You could have been if you loved me enough, but you didn't. If
you really meant what you just said, you'll show me by becoming a
model slave for Master Billy and make me proud of you as my
brother,” Bubba said and walked out the door.
* * * * * * *
Earl sat on his bunk feeling sorry for himself until Harley-Buck
returned to the cell to get ready for bed. He sensed something was
wrong and sat with Earl for a minute. “Anything, I can do,
Brother?” he asked quietly.
“Naw, I's just feeling sorry for myself,” Earl replied.
“I ain't go'n no-wheres if you wanna' talk,” Harley-Buck offered.
“Thanks, but it ain't about court. It's personal,” Earl replied.
“You in love wiff' that big cowboy?” Harley-Buck asked.
“I never thought so until Orville started talking about Bubba like
he was his personal god. Then I got this empty feeling in my gut
like I knew I made the biggest mistake of my life when I spurned
my brother a month ago. Bubba done laid his cards on the table and
told me he wanted to be my husband. Said he wanted to fuck my butt
until my house was haunted or the cows come home. I told him I
would never think of doing nothing like 'at. Now, I got the
prospect staring me in the face, and I let go of the only person
in my life I ever truly loved,” Earl confessed and broke down
again.
“That's tough, Brother. Hindsight can be a bitch. Bubba's a fine
looking hombre. If you need to talk, I'm a good listener. I ain't
real good on advice or I would have followed my own and not gotten
myself into the mess I'm in; howsomever, I'll listen 'til the
chickens come home to roost,” Harley-Buck offered.
“Thanks, Bro, I'll keep it in mind. You know what you want out of
the Daniels Ranch?” Earl asked.
“E'aup, I do. After talking privately wiff' Mr. Parsnip, I done
decided I want the complete package Orville got – rings and all. I
want the full experience. If I'm gonna' be a cowboy instead of
just playing like I'm one, I want to experience a part of my life
I kept repressed all these years,” Harley-Buck declared.
“I been think'n on it, too. I gotta' admit Orville was hot. He
looked like a sex bomb waiting to explode. Since you and me's
gonna' be going through basic together, if I have a say in the
matter, I just might opt for the full package as well. Maybe it
will change my life around,” Earl said.
* * * * * * *
The men took their showers and turned in for the night.
Harley-Buck lay awake for a while thinking about Orville and how
hot he looked. He got a roaring hard-on but didn't want to
masturbate in the cell. He heard the soft breathing of his cell
mate and knew Earl was asleep. He lay there fully erect and got to
thinking about his little buddy, Cricket.
<< That you, Mister Johnson, knocking on my door?
>> he heard in his head.
He smiled to himself, << Dang! I didn't send nothing. I
was just think'n on you, Son, >> he returned.
<< Shame on you, Cowboy! I can feel that big thing
between your legs, and it's hard as a rock, >> Randy
sent. He heard Harley-Buck laugh.
<< You can feel my body? >> he asked amazed.
<< Sure! Feel this? >> Randy pinched his arm
real hard.
<< Ouch! That hurt, Young'un! >> he exclaimed
and heard Randy fall out laughing.
<< You gonna' jack-off, Cowboy? >> Randy asked
with eager anticipation.
<< Hell, no, you done made me lose my erection, Cricket,
>> he sent back, and they shared a laugh.
<< How did your day go, Mr. Johnson? >> Randy
asked.
<< Tolerable. Right tolerable. I guess me and Earl
Hickson is gonna' become slaves for Billy Daniels on his family
ranch, >> the cowboy replied.
<< You won't go wrong becoming Master Billy's slave,
Big'un. Best thing what could happen to you. He'll make a damn
good buckaroo out of you, and a finer man, >> Randy
returned.
<< You really mean it, Son? >> Harley-Buck
asked.
<< Damn straight I mean it! He's a good man! His family
is the backbone of the Grange, and me and my family are there
almost every weekend. I'll get to see you, Cowboy. Me and my
sister are due for breakfast tomorrow morning early. We take
piano and string instrument lessons from two of Master Billy's
finest musicians. We been practicing really hard. My sis is
better'n me on strings, but I got her beat on the piano, >>
Randy sent.
<< Is there anything you can't do, Cricket? >>
Harley-Buck teased.
<< Yeah, I can't shoot cowboy gizz out my pee-pee,
>> Randy send back and giggled.
Harley-Buck laughed out loud in his bunk and heard Earl Hickson
groan and roll over. << You will when you get a little
older, Son, >> he sent back.
<< Yeah! Yeah! I know all about pooh-bear-tea, but I
still wanna' know what it feels like, >> Randy sent.
<< Take it up with your Demon-bro. Ask him about it,
>> Harley-Buck sent.
<< I have. He just tells me some things is worth wait'n
for. I sure hope he's right, >> Randy lamented.
<< He is. Don't be impatient. I didn't even know about
it the first time it happened to me. I didn't have me no daddy
to tell me about them things, and I don't know if my momma even
knew what gizz was. I was playing wiff' myself on a warm summer
e'nin when it started feeling really good. I wondered if I could
make it feel better, and I kept on playing wiff' myself until,
all off a sudden, it felt so good I shot out a stream of hot
gizz and it hit me square in the face. Liked to scared me to
death! I thought I done went and puked my guts out through my
old cock. After I got my breath, I looked at the stuff and it
was all gooey and sticky. I ran to the kitchen and got a
teaspoon out of the drawer, took it back to my bedroom, and
tried to shove it back down my penis, >> Harley-Buck
said with great cowboy bravado. Randy was rolling on his bed he
was laughing so hard at the cowboy's story. He could see the poor
man trying to push his ejaculate back down his penis like trying
to force-feed a long-necked goose.
<< What did you do? >> Randy asked.
<< Well, I lay there for an hour or two expecting to
drop dead at any minute, but when I didn't, I decided to clean
up what was left and eat it just in case it might find its way
back to were it belonged, >> Harley-Buck said and
laughed with Randy.
<< Shit! That's the funniest damn story I ever done
heard, Cowboy. How did it taste? >> Randy asked.
<< Not bad. The next time I tried it, I was ready and
got me one a them small paper cups from the bathroom you use to
put mouthwash in after you brush your teeth. When I shot, I
caught it in the cup, and drank it real fast like it was a shot
of whiskey. I'd do it ever' time so I got used to the taste. I
got to where I really liked it. Then when I learned from another
cowboy I didn't have to eat it, it broke my heart, >>
Harley-Buck lamented and got Randy laughing again.
<< You's outrageous, Cowboy. How could I help love
somebody like you. You'll fit in just fine at the Daniels Ranch.
Nothing is sacred with them men, and they love to laugh a lot. I
better let you go, or we ain't gonna' get no sleep. Thanks for
jaw'n wiff' me, Mr. Johnson. Sweet dreams, >> Randy
said and broke contact. Randy left the big cowboy with a heart
full of joy. Harley-Buck thought if he ever had a son he wanted
him to be just like his little buddy, Cricket. He smiled to
himself and drifted off to sleep.
Harley-Buck dreamed of himself looking like Orville and working
out in the fresh air, stomping around in his big buckaroo boots,
with his big body exposed for everyone to look upon. He could
almost feel the sensuality of a large plug in his butt strapped in
tight, his big cowboy cock ringed and locked in a metal cage, his
nose and tits proudly wearing the rings what marked him as the
slave of Master Billy Daniels and his family.
The dream overwhelmed him and he woke up in a puddle of his own
cowboy gizz. It was not his first nocturnal emission, but it was
one of his more memorable ones. He would experience one every
night until his trial the following Wednesday. His sometimes
misguided faith, the little boy inside him, longed for a new
beginning. He wanted to leave his sordid, brash, clumsy past
behind and be reborn as a man of quiet strength, wisdom, and
compassion. For once in his life, he felt certain he was on the
right path. Hosanna, in the highest!
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