TEXAS LONGHORNS
By Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 15
“Ah-ha!” Sidney exclaimed looking up at his brother and Mr.
Wiggins.
“Gees, Little Brother, I sure hope that’s an ‘ah-ha’ I’m gonna’
like,” I said. Sidney’s excitement also got Mr. Wiggins’
attention.
“It is, indeed, Cowboy. I don’t know why it never occurred to me
before. Could I be slipping? Maybe it’s because I never figured
anyone like him would be either clever enough, bold enough, or
downright stupid enough to try something like that,” Sidney said
to himself.
“Like what, Bubba?” I asked him.
“He has a web site, Case,” Sidney announced to me and Mr. Wiggins,
“He’s recording this for his web site.”
“Can you find it, Sidney?” I asked.
“Can a dog lick its butt?” Sidney grinned at me, “I have a network
of other computer folks out there who are somewhat vigilantes for
the web. If I can’t find it, one of them can in a matter of
minutes. Bet you both a blow-job he’ll take the camera and set it
up in the barn to video his sex sessions with our brother. He’s
either planning to make money on the side with porno movies of sex
with a minor or he’s trying to test the waters of the white slave
market to see if he can sell Dwayne. Either way, I can’t believe
he’d have the balls or be stupid enough to think he couldn’t be
traced. This man is incredible. He’s digging himself a deeper hole
at every turn. He’s not only nefarious, he’s an abomination. He
deserves anything he gets thrown at him,” Sidney said with
disgust.
* * * * * * *
Back at control central, as the adults liked to call Operation
Sideshow Bob headquarters at the Longhorn ranch, Mr. Winchester
joined the men. He knew something was probably going down Friday
and called Vince to check. Vince confirmed his suspicions and told
him he was going to call him anyway to invited him over to keep
watch with them. The phone rang at the ranch. Vince went to
answer. He listened for a few minutes. “Okay, Sticker, thanks for
keeping us informed. That’s important news. I’ll pass it along to
Sidney, Frank, Curly, and Spencer Winchester,” my dad said in
response to Sticker’s phone call alerting them to the Colonel
bringing home a giant black man with him.
“That was Sticker. Seems Colonel Jar-head brought a giant black
man home with him. Sticker says he’s obviously one of the
Colonel’s recruits.”
“Vince, I think it’s time you notified your buddy, our sheriff,
what’s going on over there. Do you know him well enough to have
him and several of his men come by here to explain what’s going
on?” Sidney Wainright asked.
“We were asshole buddies in Nam. You might say we were more than
on a first name basis,” Dad grinned, “Frances and I put Lee up for
almost a year after he come back from Nam until he got on his
feet. He worked as a hand for me and lived in the bunkhouse. I was
his best man at his wedding. His second boy’s named after me. I’m
an inactive sworn deputy of his posse. Lee would do anything for
me, and he knows I’d do the same for him. I guess I know him
pretty well. I know him better’n I know’d my own brother,” my dad
said.
“Damn, Vince, you never cease to amaze me. My boy couldn’t a’
picked no better man to develop a crush on. Make that call,
Cowboy. I think we need some backup support,” Sidney told him.
Dad dialed his buddy’s personal, cell phone number. “Leland Bard,”
the sheriff answered.
“Lee, how the Hell are you? This is Vince Longhorn calling.”
“Damn, Vince, Lois and I was just talking about chu’ and Casey
this morning. She said she was gonna’ call and have ya’ll over to
dinner next week.”
“Oh, Lord, Casey will be thrilled. He loves Lois’ cooking. He
really enjoys your kids, too, Lee.”
“Well, they sure think the world of him. They wouldn't miss one of
his ball games. What can I do for you, Brother?”
“Could you come over to my place with four of your best men you
can trust to keep their mouth’s shut. They’s something going down
tonight over to the Dunbar ranch we need to tell you about. We
need help, Lee, lawman type help.”
“Oh, Dear God, Vince! Tell me it ain’t that pompous, tight-assed
Jar-head Colonel and Dwayne,” Sheriff Bard said.
“Wish’t ta’ Hell I could tell you different, Lee, but I’d be a
damn liar,” Dad replied.
“Goddamn it! Didn’t I tell you there was something deeply wrong
with that sum'bitch the first time I met him at your place a
couple of years ago? My opinion of him ain’t changed a bit since
then. Give us thirty minutes, and we’ll be there, Vince. No
sirens, Right?”
“We’re gonna’ need an element of surprise on this one, Lee.”
“You got it, Buddy. We’ll be right there.”
“We’d sure appreciate it, Lee. Bye,” Dad hung up the phone and
smiled at Sidney, Frank, Curly, and Mr. Winchester. “They’re on
their way, Gentlemen.”
* * * * * * *
The second full bag of enema solution Dwayne expelled with a loud
swoosh. Mr. Bradley exited the bathroom for a few minutes when the
Colonel came to check on Dwayne’s progress. He changed from his
uniform and was wearing a pair of rather form fitting overalls
like a mechanic might wear. It had one long zipper that went from
the neck down the front to the crotch. It made it easier to get
into and out of without your clothes on. The big recruit could
tell the Colonel had nothing on underneath. He noticed a bulge
under his left arm and knew the Colonel was wearing his sidearm.
He thought that seemed unusual. Why would the Colonel be wearing a
side arm around his home?
“How’s the queer coming along, recruit Bradley?” Dunbar asked.
“Sir! Fine, sir! He only has one bag left to go, sir,” Lamar
reported.
“Good. Good. I’m almost ready for him out to the barn. Come with
me a minute, Recruit. I have something else for him.”
The two men walked away and left Dwayne to drain. When Mr. Bradley
returned he had a small black bag he set on the top of the toilet.
Dwayne watched the Colonel walk by. He only glanced at Dwayne and
sneered at him in disgust.
The third bag of solution the big black man filled Dwayne with was
clear, warm water to rinse any residual soap from his gut. It was
still difficult for Dwayne to take it all because it was a huge
bag of water, but when he was just to the point of screaming he
couldn’t take any more, a wee, small voice in the back of his mind
spoke to him quietly and told him to relax, he was just panicking,
everything was all right, it was just uncomfortable, it wouldn’t
hurt him, but he must take more, just a little bit more – a little
bit more, just a little bit – only a little bit more to go – and
Dwayne's ass drank until the bag was empty. Dwayne decided he’d
name the voice, ‘Little Bit’ for obvious reasons. The boy managed
to take every drop as the giant, his enema coach, urged him on.
“C’moan, Son, you can do this! I know you can – you took them
other two. This ain’t no more’n them had in it. I got faith in
you, Boy. You’s a good boy. You’re do’n jes’ fine. Not much more
to go. Hang in there, Son. You only got jes’ a little bit more ta’
go. You can take it. You know you gotta’ take it all, Boy, ‘cause
your step-daddy is filming this, and he’ll know if I don’t make
you take the whole damn thing. This is your last bag, Son. Gut it
out, Boy. I know you can take it. Jes’ a little more. C’moan, jes’
a little more. There, you done it, you’re done. Good, Boy!” Lamar
exclaimed like he was proud of his protege.
Finally, Dwayne felt the big man remove the bag from the nail
where it was hanging. He held it high so the very last of the
water would drain into his gut. He was surprised he wasn’t as
uncomfortable as before, but this time his cock was rock hard. He
felt Bradley shake the bag to get every last drop into his ass.
Then, he gently slipped the nozzle from Dwayne’s asshole. Dwayne
squirted just a small amount as the nozzle was removed, but he
clamped down hard with his sphincter and held back the rest.
Bradley told him to stand but not to sit on the toilet yet.
“Don’t be embarrassed by your stiff dick, Boy. It happens to me,
too. You be proud of that fine look’n big cock a’ yours. Mighty
fine cock ya’ got there, Son. I shore' as Hell wouldn’t say no to
have’n that proud piece of man-flesh up my butt sometime. You’s
much bigger than the Colonel. Now, on your knees with your back to
me, Son,” Lamar said gently.
Dwayne turned his back to the giant man and slowly knelt on the
floor. The black man knelt behind him. He place his huge arms over
Dwayne’s shoulders pulling him back into his big body until it
pressed tightly up against his. His huge hands were resting gently
on the boy’s abdomen. Dwayne could feel the warmth of the man’s
big body pressed closely against his, and it was a terribly erotic
feeling for him. The giant began to massage and move his hands
gently but firmly around Dwayne’s extended belly. Dwayne found
himself pushing back into the comfort zone of the warm, huge,
living, black wall behind him. He felt his very soul was melting
into the giant’s body.
Bradley must have sensed Dwayne’s need and let the boy take all he
needed, all he wanted, from his support. He pulled Dwayne’s upper
body tight into him as he gently rubbed and massaged Dwayne’s
water filled stomach area. The boy knew instinctively when the
giant was through with his massage. He was now patting, and
rubbing it gently as if Dwayne held his child within. The large
black man was only doing what he was ordered to do and making
Dwayne wait five minutes before he expelled the water. This was
the third and hopefully the final time Dwayne would have to submit
to having his ass filled to capacity. Each time the giant enfolded
Dwayne’s body with his huge arms, it became more than just an
indignity. The act was changed to one of bonding which he and his
giant were sharing together. He could feel through his body how
much the big man wanted Dwayne to succeed in holding his water for
the specified time, and he would do everything in his power to see
the boy was successful.
The gentle touch of the giant’s massive hands was nothing short of
electrifying. It sent shock waves of ecstasy to the bottom of
Dwayne’s being. The black man’s rubbing, patting, and caressing
him became too much for Dwayne. It was all too sensual. It was
almost like a holy experience for him. It was certainly a
revelation. Suddenly, all pressure and cramps were gone. It was as
if he walked into another realm, passed silently through a door
into a state of suspended consciousness. Reason gave way to
sensuality. In Bradley’s arms he became one with the spirit of the
water within him and the essence of Bradley’s body. He no longer
felt an urgent need to expel the liquid. Bradley took away his
discomfort. He felt like he could hold his water ‘til the cows
came home in Bradley’s huge arms, in fact, he began praying
Bradley would leave it in him a while longer than five minutes.
Dwayne could smell the big man’s fragrance from the closeness of
his armpits, and it was highly intoxicating to him. Dwayne thought
he was going to come. No, he knew he was going to come. The giant
man could feel it building in Dwayne’s body.
“If you have to shoot, Son, let it fly. Don’t chu’ worry yourself
none. Ole Lamar will clean it up and hide it from your old man,”
Lamar whispered like a co-conspirator. It was too sensual for
Dwayne to hold back anymore. With the big man’s hands cradling his
belly, he let fly a load of cowboy gizz which shot three feet
across the platform on the tub. It was so powerful he almost
fainted into the arms of the big man, but Bradley held him tight.
It felt like his guts were being pushed up and out through his
penis in one sudden, huge exploding fountain of ejaculation.
Bradley held him tighter to restrict any movement, and he did
something Dwayne didn’t expect. The giant leaned down and kissed
Dwayne gently and lovingly on his neck. It was a moment of
tenderness from the big man that touched Dwayne’s heart. “Good
one, Son,” he whispered, “Damn, you shot a big load. My old ass
feels cheated. Times up. I’m through with you now. Empty that load
a’ water you be carrying,” Lamar commanded.
Dwayne hurried to the toilet and evacuated his bowels. Bradley
took a small hand towel, quickly wet it in the sink and wiped up
Dwayne’s spunk from the plywood platform over the tub.
“He’s gonna’ want you to fuck me with your big cock, Mr. Bradley,”
Dwayne spoke softly to the big man.
“No, Son, I’m here because he wants to fuck me, too. You wait and
see. I ain’t never fucked another man. Don’t know’s I could,
especially a young boy. I ain’t bragging or nothing, but I’s jes’
too damn big to fuck a man in the butt. Ole Lamar’s cock might
hurt you. I mean no disrespect to the Colonel, Son, but I don’t
think he should be fuck’n you as young as you are. It might make a
permanent impression on you. I trust you not to tell him I told
you that,” he added.
“I won’t. Trust me, Mr. Bradley, he may fuck you, too, but you’re
here for me to suck and to fuck me. If he orders you to do it,
just do it, Mr. Bradley, for both our sakes. He’s a crazy man,
sir. You can’t refuse him. He’ll go nuts if you do, and I’m afraid
of him, sir. I’m afraid of what he might do to either one of us,”
Dwayne said and his voice broke with fear.
The big man looked at Dwayne and cocked his head to one side like
he was thinking about something. “Oh, Sweet Jesus, why does God
put me in situations like this?” the giant man spoke to himself,
“First I take’s me a ride in my friend’s new car only to find out
he stole it. I get arrested and charged as an accomplice to his
crime. Now, I’m in another situation where I’m damned if I do and
damned if I don’t. Please, God, help me! I’m a’ begging you, Lord.
This is ole Lamar Bradley speak’n to ya,’ sir. If I done something
to piss you off, please forgive me, sir, I’m s’damn sorry,” he
cried softly.
“Mr. Bradley, I ain’t gonna’ feel bad towards you, none, if you
fuck me. I’m used to him fucking my face and my ass, sir. I’m sure
by the time he gets through with me, I’ll be loose enough, you
ain’t gonna’ hurt me none.”
“Are you really a homo, Son? You know – a queer like he says,
Boy?” Lamar asked.
“How do I know, Mr. Bradley? I’m only sixteen years old. I ain’t
never had no chance to have sex with nobody but him. I was a
virgin to both sexes before he started raping me. I jack-off
thinking about girls. Then sometimes I think about boys when I
jack off. You tell me. What does that make me?" Dwayne asked.
“Humm, I don’t know, Son. I used to jack off thinking about fuck’n
my buddy in the butt when I's in high school. I's like you. I
thought about fuck’n girls, too. I ain’t never had me a whole lot
of sex. I only tried to fuck three women in my life and ever’ damn
one of ‘em said I's too big, I hurt ‘em too much, even though I
was try’n to be gentle with ‘em. Ain’t never fucked nobody ‘til I
come. They start holler’n, cry’n, and a’ carrying on like I’s a’
hurt’n ‘em. I didn’t wanna’ hurt ‘em none, so I stopped. I don’t
wanna’ hurt nobody. If it ain’t good for them, it ain’t good for
me. I finally jes’ stopped try’n and started lift’n weights to
pass the time. Work’n on my body seemed to take the place of the
sex I wasn’t get’n. Ever’ one thinks a big man like me must get
all the women he wants. I jes’ let ‘em think it, but it ain’t so.
"It’s harder for me to get a woman than and average size man,
because they’s all scared a’ me. They think I might hurt ‘em, and
I guess I do. Being a big man and having a big dick ain’t all its
cracked up to be, Son. I figure I turned out straight until your
step-daddy come along and started fuck’n me in the butt. Now, I
really like it. I can’t seem to git enough of the Colonel’s dick
up my big black ass. Makes me wonder sometimes about myself, if
maybe I been that way all along and never know’d it. He likes
fuck’n me, too. Said he might have me assigned to his staff, so he
could fuck me regular-like. I’d be his main grunt in charge of
taking care of Colonel Dunbar’s fuck’n needs.”
Recruit Bradley went through enough cleaning routines with Sgt.
O’Malley he knew to have Dwayne stand and walk around for a few
minutes to let the rest of the water drain from his gut. Gravity
is a force of nature which will not be denied. As Dwayne sat down
on the toilet to let the rest of the water expel from him, Bradley
looked between his legs into the toilet bowl to see if the water
was clear. He was satisfied Dwayne was clean for the Colonel’s
use. The giant took the small black bag from the top of the toilet
tank and removed a big black plug. Dwayne knew what it was for
before Bradley said a word.
“You gonna’ put that in my butt, sir?” Dwayne asked.
“Yeah, but I gotta' wear one, too. After he takes you to the barn,
I got to stay in here and clean myself,” Lamar reached into the
black bag again and brought out another huge plug that was bigger
than the one he was planning to put into Dwayne’s ass.
“My God, that’s big! He makes you wear it?” Dwayne exclaimed.
“Yeah, it’s big all right, but Sgt. O’Malley taught me how to wear
it. Once he gets it in me, it don’t hurt me none. I got kinda used
to it. I have to wear it when I have duty with the Colonel. After
Sgt. O’Malley puts it in me, I ain’t allowed to touch it until the
Colonel takes it out to fuck me. After he’s through using me he
puts it back to keep his come from running out my ass. It come in
real handy the last time when him and his officer buddies fucked
me. I had a lot of Marine officer gizz up my butt. Once the
Colonel puts my plug back in my ass, I ain’t allowed to touch it
again, neither, until Sgt. O’Malley takes it out back at his
apartment in the barracks.
"The Colonel gave Sgt. O’Malley permission to fuck my black ass
after he gets through with me and sends me back to him. Last four
or five times, Sgt. O’Malley’s fucked the hell out a’ me. He’s got
a fine big dick, too, almost as big as yours, and man does it feel
good inside me. He ain’t as good a fuck as the Colonel, but he’s
damn good. The night I had them officers come in me, Sgt. O’Malley
added his load, but he plugged my hole again, gave me a blanket
and told me to sleep on a cot in his office. Next morning he
removed my plug. I was afraid I’d leak all that come out, but I
didn’t. It was the strangest damn thing. Nothing came out, not
even when I set on the toilet. I don’t know where it went. I asked
Sgt. O’Malley about it. He jes’ laughed and told me not to worry
about it.”
Dwayne smiled to himself from the giant’s simple but innocent
naiveté. Dwayne suddenly felt the need to protect this man. Why
did he feel that way? This black man was an imposing giant who
could physically intimidate most any man, yet here was Dwayne, a
sixteen year old boy who was ready to stand against the evils of
this world to make it a safer and better place for such a man as
Bradley. He felt anger and rage inside him because men in
positions of unquestioned power could so easily abuse their
trusted positions in such a sordid, selfish, and demeaning way. It
just wasn’t right. To make him angrier still, they picked a
simple, good hearted, innocent man to debase, and his step-dad was
at the center of it all.
Did the Colonel have the same diabolical plans for the giant as he
did for Dwayne? Dwayne wanted to shout at the big man to wake him
to the possibilities of what might happen to him if he continued
to cooperate with the Colonel, but wait, where was his own anger
at the Colonel? ‘Little Bit’ inside his head asked him some tough
questions. How could he be seething with rage inside at the
Colonel for what he was doing to Bradley? He was doing the same
damn thing to him, wasn’t he? He realized then, he would never
convince the giant his step-dad was an evil man.
The giant was equally caught in the Colonel’s conspiratorial,
predatory sexual draw. ‘All the more reason for him to want to
protect the giant,’ he thought. They were in the exact same boat
together, neither knew how to row nor swim away, but Dwayne threw
out a life line and was being rescued by some wonderful men.
Dwayne, at least, had some loving men to help him see clearly the
plight he was in, take him by his hand, give him the love he
needed to be strong against the Colonel’s evil, give him
direction, and point him to the shores of reality, a solid
beachhead of safety. They gave him an anchor of hope to hold on
to. Once again, ‘Little Bit’ asked Dwayne, almost as an echo,
could the Colonel have the same plans for the black man? Who will
be his helmsman and steer his boat to safety? The giant has no
one. Dwayne watched as the big man took a small tin of Bag Balm
and began to coat the plug for Dwayne’s ass. Dwayne was still
sitting on the toilet.
“Come, Boy. Lay across Lamar’s lap. Let chore’ fine young cock
hang between my legs. Spread yore’ legs so’s I can get to your
pretty little hole,” the big man instructed Dwayne.
Dwayne moved towards the big man, but before he could lie across
his lap the giant took his greased hand and coated Dwayne’s cock
with some of the lubricant. Then he motioned for Dwayne to lay
across his lap. Dwayne obeyed and got comfortable. Bradley locked
his legs together pinning Dwayne’s penis between them. The big man
began to rub Dwayne’s back in a gesture of offering him a little
comfort for what he was about to do. It was a gesture of
camaraderie as if he knew what the boy was about to go through and
he wanted to make it as emotionally and physically painless for
him as possible. He rubbed Dwayne’s ass and finally came to his
hole and began to gently press on it and tease it. Dwayne was
about to go crazy from the giant’s touch. He never had anyone
touch him before who had such electric skin. It was like Bradley
was transferring some of his energy, strength, and life force to
him. He found himself pushing his ass back to try to get Bradley’s
finger to slip into his ass.
“Now, now, Boy. We gonna’ be git’n to that pretty damn quick, now.
You jes’ let old Lamar do the fuck’n, ya’ hear? Your Jar-head
buddy, he’s gonna’ take real good care a’ you. Don’t chu’ worry
yourself none. Now, I’m gonna’ put this here plug in your butt. I
ain’t got no choice, Son, the Colonel done ordered me to do it.
We’ll get that big plug in your butt with no problems, you’ll see.
Why, pretty soon ole Lamar will lean over and tell you, ‘it’s in,
Boy,’ and you’ll say, ‘Already? You sure, sir? Why, I didn’t
hardly feel a thing,’” Bradley told him in a cajoling voice.
Dwayne didn’t think it was going to be quite that easy, but he
appreciated the big man’s attempts to comfort him.
“I understand, sir, I ain’t blaming you none. Jes’ do a good job
of put’n it in me,” Dwayne said as he felt the big man start to
grease up his hole with a big glob of the Balm. The giant started
with one finger, progressed to two, and then added the third. By
the time he stopped, he was fucking Dwayne’s ass with about a
third of his hand.”
“You’re loosening up real good, Boy. I do declare, I’ll bet chu’
could take ole Lamar’s whole hand up your butt if we tried. The
Colonel promised he’d stick his hand in my fine black ass some
night. Now, this plug’s gonna’ be uncomfortable until the widest
part gets past your ass muscle. It may even hurt a little until I
get it all the way in. Then it won’t hurt no more. We ain’t in no
hurry. I’ll work it into your hole jes’ like I did with my hand.
When you think you’re ready to take it, put your ass up high, and
that’ll let me know you’re ready for me to sink it.”
“How will I know, sir?” Dwayne asked.
“Believe me, you’ll know, Boy. There’s a feeling what’ll come over
your body, and you know you can’t live another moment without that
big plug in your butt. Trust me, Son, you’ll know,” Lamar said.
Dwayne just nodded his head. “When it pops in your ass, it’ll
close around the smaller base and lock it into your butt. If it
gets too uncomfortable while it’s stretching your ass, hump my
legs with your dick just like you was fuck’n ‘em. It’ll feel good
and take your mind off the plug going
in.”
Dwayne could already feel the heat from the big man’s body melting
the soothing lubricant on his cock and it was beginning to move
around on its own. Dwayne was rock hard as Bradley positioned the
plug right at Dwayne’s hole.
“Ready, Son?” Recruit Bradley asked.
“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir,” Dwayne replied with words of respect
for the big man’s concern for him.
Bradley began to work the plug into Dwayne’s ass. At first it felt
really good to Dwayne, but the deeper Bradley worked it in the
more uncomfortable it became until it almost hurt. The big man was
relentless in working the plug into Dwayne’s ass. Dwayne could
feel his muscle slowly stretching and giving way to the giant’s
onslaught. At one point, his ass felt so dilated, he began to
wonder why Mr. Bradley didn’t just go ahead and sink it into his
butt. Dwayne trusted the big man. He didn’t know why, but he did.
He felt safe with the giant. He knew Bradley wouldn’t purposely
hurt him. 'That was, after all, the Colonel’s job,’ he thought to
himself. The giant continued to work the plug into Dwayne until
his ass muscle was losing its fight with resistance. Dwayne could
feel his ass opening wider and wider when suddenly the very
feeling Bradley described to him washed over his whole body. At
that moment he knew. He knew without a doubt he had to feel the
big thing inside of him. He started humping the giant’s legs and
bucking back to meet the big man’s thrust.
“That’s it, Boy, hump my legs good. Yore’ little ass is tight, but
it’s shore’ ‘nuff trying to eat that big thing. Jes’ a little
more, Boy. One big gulp,” he urged.
Dwayne bucked his ass back just when the giant took a big screw
with the plug into his ass. Dwayne didn’t drop his butt or try to
get away from it. He held his ass high in the air against the
onslaught from the pressure of the giant’s hand fucking him with
the plug. Lamar knew it was Dwayne’s signal for him to go for it.
With one swift, strong, sure movement, Lamar sunk the big plug
into Dwayne’s ass. There was a moment of extreme discomfort,
almost to the point of being unbearable, but there was little real
pain when Dwayne felt the widest part of the big plug slip past
his sphincter. He wondered how he could’ve gotten that huge thing
in his ass without Bradley’s patient help and urging him on like
he was Dwayne’s football coach? The big man really knew what he
was talking about. He was right, Dwayne did have the feeling come
over him, just like he told him it would. His hole quickly closed
around the smaller base of the plug. At that moment, Dwayne shot
another load of come between recruit Lamar Bradley’s legs.
“‘At’s all right, Son. Not to worry about a little come. Lamar can
always clean himself. The main thing is, we got it in. The Colonel
will be pleased.”
He gently patted Dwayne’s butt to comfort and reassure him.
Despite the big man’s understandably conflicted allegiance to his
step-dad, Dwayne felt the giant had a good heart. If Dwayne had to
describe him, he thought the giant to be a good hearted, not
stupid, but simple minded, naive, innocent man, who found himself
getting led astray by the more powerful, intelligent but not so
good hearted among us. As big as the giant black man was, and no
matter what he’d done, Dwayne found himself wanting to protect
him. He might not be the brightest button in the box, but that
wasn’t a criterion for goodness; neither, as his brother pointed
out, was it a test of his own compassion. Compassion knows no
color, it knows no age, and it knows no boundaries in the human
heart. The conundrum was, there is no standard test for
compassion. It simply is a part of the wise ape; the better angels
of his nature.
The giant black man, who could break most men in two with one arm
tied behind his back, worked gently and tenderly with Dwayne so he
would feel the least amount of pain. He managed to get the big
plug into Dwayne with little more than one incredible moment of
discomfort. The plug was in him. He was wearing it like a badge of
courage. Dwayne was even a little proud of himself, but he gave
credit were credit was due. He couldn’t have done it without the
giant's knowledge and compassion. Somehow, he felt strangely
bonded to the big handsome black man. The plug in his butt was a
strange feeling. He felt full but not uncomfortable. His dick
suddenly became roaring hard again, and he knew there was no hope
of getting it to go down. Dwayne wondered at his body’s own unique
perverseness.
Throughout the ordeal of Bradley cleaning him out, the giant’s
huge penis was in Dwayne’s face, in his direct line of vision,
pressed tightly up against his own nude body, Dwayne could imagine
it wanted him to reach out for it, to fondle it, to hold it near
him, to make love to it, to even surround it with his body. Dwayne
resigned himself, at least for the moment, he was hopelessly lost.
The giant black man ordered him to stand and bend over. Bradley
got along side of him facing the same way Dwayne’s ass was. He put
his huge arm across Dwayne’s back and under him to hold him steady
as he placed the butt of his hand on the base of the plug and
prepared to push on it. Dwayne felt like a pig under the giant’s
arm.
“Push back with your ass and let me seat it properly. It’ll make
it a bit more comfortable for you. The Colonel will want to
inspect it, and he’ll probably wanna’ seat it to suit himself,”
the giant instructed Dwayne.
Bradley had the butt of his hand on the plug as Dwayne pushed
back. Dwayne could feel the big plug move further into him,
and lock into place. Once he was satisfied, the giant instructed
Dwayne to put the lid down on the toilet and sit there until he
returned. Bradley quickly cleaned Dwayne’s spunk off him and
cleaned where some dropped to the floor. He left the room and
walked downstairs. He went into the kitchen were the Colonel was
sitting at the table. He handed Bradley another beer.
“Is my queer son ready, recruit?” the Colonel asked.
“Sir! Yes, sir! To your specifications, sir!”
“Good, recruit! I like a man who knows how to follow orders.”
“Sir! Yes, sir!”
“Take this rope and put it around his neck and bring him down to
me when you’re completely finished with him. When you get him
here, order him to turn around, spread his legs, bend over and
grab his ankles and I’ll inspect your job.”
“Sir! Yes, sir!”
“You take your beer with you and leave it upstairs. You go back
up, clean yore’ fine black ass, and plug yourself – understand,
Recruit?”
“Sir! Yes, sir!”
The Colonel was pleased with his new recruit. He watched Bradley’s
ass like two bowling balls move together as he walked from the
room. One night soon, the Colonel thought he would try a taste of
that tight black hole. Bradley was the finest fuck he had in
years. He wasn’t letting this man get away.
* * * * * * *
“Woah, dogies! Did ju’ see the size of the plug the black man put
into Dwayne’s butt?” Sidney asked Casey in awe.
“Did you see the size of the one he has to put in his own butt?”
Casey asked with equal awe.
Sticker couldn’t watch. He knew if he did it would build in him
until he would spoil the whole thing by running in there to the
boy’s rescue, but to hear Casey and Logan talk about it, they
sounded like they almost envied Dwayne. The boys sat most of the
time speechless. At one time, during one of the fillings with
enema solution Casey put his hand on Sidney’s shoulder. Sidney
reached over and gently put his on Casey’s. Nothing needed to be
said. They were there with their brother. While they abhorred what
was being unwillingly done to Dwayne, they couldn’t help stay
erect the whole time. They were beginning to understand Dwayne’s
conundrum. How he could hate what was being done to him, and yet
be so turned on by it.
* * * * * * *
Lamar enter the bathroom and found Dwayne right where he left him.
Standing in front of Dwayne, while he was sitting on the toilet,
the giant’s crotch was right in front of his face. His long
enormous pendulous cock was hanging down right before his eyes.
Bradley stood for a moment before he dropped the loop of the rope
around Dwayne’s neck and snugly closed the noose. Dwayne looked
into Bradley’s eyes, then down to his cock.
“May I, sir?” Dwayne said moving his hand toward Bradley’s penis.
“Sure, Son, I don’t mind.”
Bradley held on to the rope as Dwayne reached for the giant’s huge
shaft. He took it into his hand and with his other hand gently
pulled back the man’s foreskin to expose the beautiful dark
reddish-pink head of his penis. He slowly moved forward to gently
and tenderly kiss the exposed head. Bradley took in a deep breath
and let it out with a contented sigh. Something was happening to
him. He didn’t expect this from the boy. From what the Colonel
told him about his son, Lamar thought he would be loud, spiteful,
belligerent, and rude. He found none of those things in this young
man. He was humble, polite, sensitive, thoughtful, and Lamar could
tell when he touched him, he responded to his touch like no other
person ever had, male or female. What was going on here? What was
happening to him?
He suddenly realized he didn’t want to take the boy to the
Colonel. God help him, he wanted this ruggedly handsome young boy
for himself, and he certainly didn't want to share him with the
likes of Colonel Dunbar. Lamar felt he could handle the Colonel's
cold lack of compassion as part of his training as a Marine, but
he could see clearly Dunbar wasn't out to train his step-son so
much as to humiliate and destroy him. He wanted to take the boy by
the rope around his neck and run away with him to hide where no
one would find them, but he couldn’t, he had no choice in the
matter. His giant heart felt the heaviest it had since his
granddaddy died.
“You can take the head in your mouth if you want to, Boy, and
taste some of my juice. Don’t take too long though, I got to
deliver you to the Colonel pretty damn quick.”
Dwayne took the huge head of the giant black man’s penis into his
mouth and began to eagerly suck his already flowing juices. The
big man was like a pre-come factory. The more Dwayne sucked the
more came flowing out. The taste and the feeling of the big man’s
penis in his mouth was like the rest of his body, it was electric.
It was the only word Dwayne could think of to describe the
feeling. His mouth actually tingled like it was being lightly
shocked with static electricity. Dwayne slipped off the toilet
onto his knees to greedily suck more of the giant’s delicious
juice from his penis until he felt Bradley’s hand gently on his
head as a reminder of their limited time. Dwayne didn’t want to
get either of them into trouble with the Colonel so he withdrew,
but not before planting another strong kiss on the giant’s cock.
He held it tightly within his hand and pressed his lips heavily
against the head of Bradley’s penis.
Bradley never had anyone kiss the head of his penis before. This
was an unexpected, especially moving moment like he never
experienced, but it was as equally unnerving to him. He reached
down, put both his enormous hands under Dwayne’s arms, pulled him
up off his knees to rest the boy on his massive chest, surrounded
him with his huge arms and passionately kissed him. Dwayne didn’t
hold back and returned Bradley’s kiss with equal verve. He could
feel himself begin to fuck himself with the plug as he sucked it
in with his muscle and then push out on it like he was trying to
shit it out of him. His ass muscle effectively stopped the plug at
the wide base. He continued to do it several times.
Bradley knew what the boy was trying to do. He did it to himself
more than once. The night he laid on the cot in Sgt. O’Malley’s
apartment, he got some toilet paper from the head and fucked
himself with his plug until he came. As one giant arm held him,
Dwayne felt the giant’s other huge hand slowly move its way down
to his plug and start to help him fuck his ass with it. Bradley
was gently and lovingly pushing the plug back into him harder
every time his hips bucked against it. The giant worked with
Dwayne’s natural rhythm of his own fucking motion. He could feel
the boy’s urgency growing and gradually fucked him harder with the
big black plug. Dwayne was telling Bradley with his kiss, and with
his tongue he needed Bradley’s strength to pour into him, to help
him, to join with him at that moment.
It was such a powerful moment, Dwayne felt like he might pass out,
but the giant only held him tighter. Dwayne’s body began to go
limp, it shuddered and shook uncontrollably, but still, the huge
black man continued to kiss him. Dwayne could feel the big butt
plug in his ass as his muscle spasmed around the base trying
desperately to bite it off and send it shooting up deep into his
body, but it held fast, locked into place by his muscle. Their
passion was reaching critical mass. Dwayne suffered a melt down
and collapsed into Bradley’s strong arms with a gut wrenching
orgasm spewing over both of them. Dwayne’s hot come spilling onto
him and the heat between their bodies was too sensual for the
giant. His body started shaking in sync with Dwayne’s, he gave
three rutting motions while still holding Dawyne and ejaculated
almost at the same time. There was come everywhere. They didn’t
break off their kiss until they heard the Colonel yell up the
stairs from the kitchen.
“Be right there, Colonel!” Bradley shouted back to him.
Bradley took the same small towel, quickly but gently cleaned
Dwayne and then himself. He took Dwayne in his arms again. He
looked deep into the eyes of the boy as if he were looking for
something. “What just happened, Boy?” Bradley whispered to Dwayne
as he stole another small kiss.
“I ain’t real sure, sir. I's a’ hoping you’d know; maybe you could
tell me. I over-hear’d you tell the Colonel you’re twenty-three.
You’s six years older’n me, sir. You should know about such
things, shouldn’t you?” Dwayne asked.
“I ain’t never had nothing like that happen to me, Boy. Age ain’t
got nothing to do with what jes’ happened here, experience maybe,
but not age. I ain’t had that much experience myself. Once, when I
was a young man, younger than you, my granddaddy done tole’ me
about a feeling a man could get. He said it was like no other I’d
ever feel. It lifted a man above the ordinary into a realm of
undiluted passion. He said it weren’t nothing to do with sexual
passion, although it could occur then. No. No, he insisted it
weren’t like that a'tall. Granddaddy said it’s a passion of the
heart; a passion in a man’s soul. He said it raises a man’s spirit
to be just a little less than God’s angels. I asked him what it
felt like, and he tole' me, when it happens, you’ll know, Son,
you’ll know. Ain’t another feeling like it in the world. Trust me,
you’ll know, Boy. You can’t hold it, you can’t touch it, you can’t
taste it, you can’t see it, but it’s there. It’s some’um you can
only feel when you’re sharing with another.
"He tole’ me it didn’t matter none who you was with, a man or a
woman, you both would exchange a little of each others souls. My
granddaddy tole’ me it’s ageless; he done tole’ me it’s older than
time itself; it’s what made the Sun and the Moon; it’s what
brought forth the waters from the deep; it made the Earth, it set
it into motion, and it made every living thing what moves upon it.
It is a host unto itself, Son. It sets the stars out at night to
shine. It has a name, but it’s so sacred, know one knows it. To
say its very name would consume you. I think that’s what jes'
happened to us, Boy. We just exchanged a little bit of our souls
with one another, and what we shared, there ain’t no name for it.”
“I ain’t never been no place like that before, either, sir. I
can’t tell you about someplace I ain’t never been before, so I
don’t know, but I’m willing to take your word for it. It was the
most powerful thing I ever experienced. I think some folks might
sell their souls for a taste of it. I know it went beyond just
liking it. Whatever name it may go by, I only know I have to have
more. I don’t care what its name is, I jes’ know I don’t wanna’
live without it.”
“Y’ain’t alone, Son. Best damn feeling whatever happened to this
black man. Never had that feel’n with nobody before. I may really
like the Colonel fuck’n me, but truth is, Boy, I don’t love him,”
Bradley said softly, “Come now, I got to take you to the Colonel.
Don’t be worry’n none about chore’ hard-on. What we jes’ shared
will see you through the very gates of Hell itself, jes’ a
struttin’ and a high step’n to your own happy tune. You got a
giant black man’s heart in your back pocket, Son. Don’t let me
down. Hold yore’ head up high, Boy. Walk with pride in your step.
You earned that hard-on in my big black arms. Stick that fine
look’n young cock a’ yours out there proudly and let him see it.
Defy him with it, Son. Show him you’re a bigger man than he is. He
can’t do nothing to you that feel’n in your heart can’t see you
through. He ain’t got no power against it, but best of all he
don’t even know it exists. He ain’t never had a taste of it. To
taste it like we jes’ done, my granddaddy done tole' me you gotta'
be willing to share with another, and that word ‘share’ jes’ ain’t
in that man’s vocabulary, Son.”
The giant man gently kissed Dwayne one last time. Dwayne did as
the giant told him. He squared his shoulders, lifted his head, and
walked with his hips slung slightly forward to accent his already
roaring hard cock. They walked down the stairs with the giant
leading Dwayne by the rope around his neck. They walked into the
kitchen and Bradley barked for Dwayne to hit parade rest. Dwayne
complied immediately. He made sure his hips were pushed forward to
accent his roaring hard cock. He was proud of it. The giant told
him it was fine looking. Bradley hit parade rest beside Dwayne.
“Well, well, well! What in the Hell do we have here?” the Colonel
asked slowly getting up from the table.
“Sir! Recruit Bradley delivering the queer to you, clean, and
ready for your use, sir!” Bradley reported to the Colonel.
“All right, Boy,” Bradley barked at Dwayne, “turn around, spread
your feet, bend over, and grab your ankles!” Dunbar commanded
Dwayne.
Dwayne decided he was in the same boat as Bradley, so he may as
well try to mimic his responses, maybe it would please the
Colonel, and he’d be a little easier on him. ‘Couldn’t hurt none,’
he thought to himself.
“Sir! Yes, sir! Right away, sir!” Dwayne barked as he quickly
turned, spread his feet, bent over and grabbed his ankles.
“Well done, recruit Bradley. Well done, indeed,” the colonel said
as he walked to the side of Dwayne, and like Bradley did to him,
the Colonel grabbed him around the waist and placed the butt of
his hand on the base of the big butt plug. As the Colonel held
Dwayne tightly to impede any forward movement from his hand
pushing on the plug, he firmly pushed the big plug just a little
deeper into Dwayne’s ass. The Colonel ordered him to get up and
turn around to face him.
“Sir! Thank you, sir!” Dwayne said as he turned.
“That big plug in your faggot ass is keeping you hard, ain’t it,
Queer-boy?" he asked with a sneer.
“Sir! Yes, sir!” Dwayne replied.
You’re dismissed, recruit,” the Colonel barked an order to
Bradley, “return to the upstairs bathroom, and clean yourself
good. No less than three bags full, understand?”
“Sir! Yes, sir!” Lamar replied.
“Take a shower when you finish, clean yourself well, insert your
plug and report to me in the barn.”
“Sir! Yes, sir!” he replied. Bradley broke ranks and turned to
return to the upstairs bathroom.
“So, Boy, what da’ ya’ think of my new toy I brought home to fill
your queer tank?” the Colonel asked.
“Sir! Recruit Bradley seems like a fine Marine, sir!” Dwayne
replied.
“Good, Faggot! Real good! I see you picked up some manners from
the man. That’s good. How does that big plug feel in your butt?”
he asked.
“Sir! Fine, sir! Thank you, sir!”
“Fine, boy?” the Colonel asked suspiciously.
“Sir! Yes, sir, jes' fine, sir.”
“Glad to hear it’s ‘fine’ with you, Boy, ‘cause you’re gonna’ be
wearing it a lot from now on. That one’s just a trainer, Boy.
You’ll be moving up to the same size Recruit Bradley wears in no
time. You’ll git so used to wearing it, you’ll feel incomplete
without it in your butt.”
“Sir! Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”
“Thank you, sir? Humm, there’s something different about chu,’
Queer-boy. You’re being much too cooperative. What happened to the
pansy assed little school boy who used to live here, Cocksucker?
What have you done with him? Where is he, Boy? What’s gotten into
you?”
“Sir! He don’t live here no more, sir! Mr. Bradley done told me to
be strong and proud, sir!”
“Good man, recruit Bradley. He knows what it means to be a Marine.
A real man, not a pansy ass, sniveling, little sissy boy. Knows
how to give his fine, black ass up for the Corps. You’d do well to
heed his advice, Boy.”
“Sir! Yes, sir!”
“You think you’re just about ready to give into me, so I can start
reshaping you into the come-bag I want you to be, Queer?” he
asked.
“Sir! Yes, sir!” Dwayne answered loudly.
“That’s good, boy. Don’t really matter to me much. A proud pansy
breaks just as easily as a sniveling one. Kneel before your man,
Asshole!” the Colonel commanded.
Dwayne dropped to his knees and lowered his head. The Colonel
unzipped his overalls to the bottom of his crotch, reached in and
pulled out his big beer can penis. He pulled his considerable
foreskin back and held it in front of Dwayne’s face.
“You want this man’s big cock?” he asked.
“Sir! Yes, sir!” Dwayne wasn’t pretending to go along with the
Colonel. He could smell the essence of the man, and it drove him
crazy. He wanted the Colonel’s cock more than anything in the
world at that moment. His dick got even harder and slapped against
his belly. It wasn’t missed by the Colonel.
“Bet chore’ ass you do, Come-bag. And, why do you want it,
Faggot?” he prompted.
“‘Cause you’re a real man, sir, and I’m only a worthless faggot.
Like you said, sir, that’s all I’ll ever be. I’ll never be a man
like you, sir. I wanna’ feel like a man, sir, and if you honor me
with your come to drink or shoot it up my ass, sir, I’ll be able
to feel like a man, at least for a little while, sir.”
“Very good, Boy. You’re beginning to listen to me. You’re coming
along jes’ fine, faggot.”
“Sir! Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”
“Kiss the head of your man’s penis, Pussy-boy! Show him how much
you want him to make you feel like a man for a little while
tonight.”
Dwayne leaned forward just a bit, lovingly kissed and ran his
tongue over the head of the Colonel’s cock. He kissed his piss
slit and stuck his tongue into it to get some of the Colonel’s man
juices.
“That’s enough, Faggot!” the Colonel slapped Dwayne hard in his
face with his cock several time. All the other times when the
Colonel tried to cock whip Dwayne the boy shied away from his
onslaught. This time was different. Dwayne didn’t move an inch as
if in defiance of the Colonel’s assault. The Colonel got in a few
really powerful hits with his big cock, but Dwayne refused to
move. Brad Dunbar was pleasantly surprised. Maybe there was more
to this boy than he thought.
‘That’s all right,’ the Colonel thought to himself, ‘the more
defiant, and proud they are, they might be a little harder to
break, but the end result was always the same, a willing,
subservient slave of the highest quality.’ He only had to name his
price for the boy, just like he did for several choice recruits
over the years who simply disappeared. Once he got rid of this
nuisance who stood in his way of owning the ranch, he’d focus his
attention on getting the black giant ready for market. He should
fetch a handsome price, indeed.
“Stand, Boy!” he ordered Dwayne.
Dwayne stood face to face with the Colonel only inches away from
him. He was looking down not daring to look into the Colonel’s
eyes. The Colonel took his hand, moved it to Dwayne’s chin and
slowly raised his head to look directly into his eyes. Without a
word he moved the short distance to Dwayne, threw his arms around
him and kissed him hard and passionately. The harder he kissed
Dwayne the tighter he held him. Dwayne was caught off guard and
failed to respond at first. The Colonel didn’t give a shit what
Dwayne wanted or felt, he was taking what the wanted, what he
needed from him. Dwayne’s misplaced passion overrode his common
sense, and he began to give and take from the Colonel what he
needed.
He slowly moved his arms around the bigger man and held him
tightly as he kissed him back with equal passion. Dwayne began,
once again, to be sucked into the event horizon of the Colonel’s
sexual gravitational pull. Dwayne knew he couldn’t maintain orbit,
he was spiraling out of control, about to enter the rarefied
atmosphere of the Colonel’s world only to crash and burn. ‘God
help me,’ he thought to himself, ‘why does this man have to be so
damn hot?’ Once again he heard ‘Little Bit’ in his head, ‘Because
he’s from Hell, Bubba. The Devil is the most beautiful and sexy of
all the archangels.’
The Colonel broke off their kiss but continued to hold Dwayne. He
looked deep into the boy’s eyes again. “Now I know. I can see it
in your eyes. Why didn’t I see it sooner? Now I see what’s
happening here. Now I understand why you’re coming around. You’ve
fallen in love with me, haven’t you, Faggot?”
“Sir! Yes, sir!” Dwayne said quietly as if he was resolved to
accept his fate.
“Tough shit, Ass-wipe!" the Colonel said sternly. “I’d never allow
myself to fall in love with a faggot. If I was gonna’ give my love
to another man, he would, first of all, have to be a real man.
Besides, Cocksucker, why would I fall in love with a boy I intend
to sell? Don’t make no sense. If you think just because I kissed
you, I have any feelings for you whatsoever, you’re sadly
mistaken, Dick-breath. Like everything else I’ve taken from yore’
pansy-ass, I was sucking your love out of you. You’re too damn
weak to resist a real man, Queer-boy, and you're growing weaker by
the day. That’s why you’ll make some man a good slave someday
soon. You gave me exactly what I wanted. You gave me exactly what
I needed, and you'll gladly give me what I’m gonna’ do to you. You
gave me all I could ever want or need right then, and you will
continue to when I want it. I don’t even have to ask you for it.
You’ll simply give it to me, or I’ll take it away from you. It
costs me nothing, Faggot.” The Colonel took the rope around
Dwayne's neck and tightened the noose just a bit. “Enough of your
queer, school boy crush. S’about time we git chore’ clean plugged
butt to the barn, and secure you for the weekend. You’re gonna’
stay out there all weekend. Would ju’ like that, Boy?" the Colonel
asked like he was about to give his pet dog a bone.
“Sir! Yes, sir!” Dwayne dutifully replied.
“Of course you would, and why is that, Queer-boy?” the Colonel
asked.
“Because I’m a worthless faggot, sir,” Dwayne replied.
“You’re beginning to see the light, Boy. You’re beginning to
understand. What are you again, Boy?” he asked.
“Sir! A worthless faggot, sir!” Dwayne replied.
“Damn right chu’ are. Don’t you never forget it, faggot, and we’ll
get along jes’ fine. You’re starting to understand resisting me is
futile. Make it easy on yourself. Make it easy on me, and we’ll
have you trained and sold in no time. You cooperate with me, and I
just may have you sold to a man by this time next year. I won’t
have to wait until you graduate. A worthless faggot don’t need no
education when all he’s good for is to suck his owner’s dick and
get fucked by him anytime he snaps his fingers. Right, Boy?" the
Colonel growled at him.
“Sir! Yes, sir!” Dwayne replied like a robot.
The Colonel didn’t say any more to Dwayne, he turned and started
walking to the door leading Dwayne by the rope around his neck. He
led Dwayne down the front steps, across the clearing about fifty
yards to the door of the barn. The Colonel got some long rawhide
strips and started to tie Dwayne’s hands together.
“Sir?”
“What, Faggot?”
“You don’t have to tie me up, Sir. I’ll stay out here all weekend
like you want, I promise, Sir.”
“Bullshit, Faggot! Y’ain’t fully broke yet, you’ll remain strung
up until I’m satisfied you’re properly broken. Don’t ask me again,
understand, Queer-boy?”
“Sir! Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!” Dwayne held out his hands
together to show his willingness to cooperate with the Colonel.
“You’re progressing nicely, Boy. You keep cooperating this way, it
won’t be long before you’re completely broken, and then, I know I
can trust you. After I fully break you, you’ll never consider
disobeying an order from me. I can order you to eat a pile of
fresh dog shit and you won’t even hesitate. You’ll eat every bit
of it, smile real big with shit on your teeth, and beg me for
seconds. I won’t have a bit of problem selling you to some man
who’s in the market for a good, broken, well trained, cocksuck’n,
butt fuck’n faggot to take care of him.”
“Sir! Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!”
The Colonel finished tying Dwayne’s hands together. He installed a
pulley mounted in the rafter beams over his favorite place for
stringing up Dwayne. He took one end and secured it to the leather
strip he used to secure the boy’s hands. He used the pulley to
stretch Dwayne until just his toes were barely touching the floor.
“Now, Faggot, I got a couple of things to get in the house. You
hang around until I git back,” the Colonel said and chuckled at
his poor joke at Dwayne’s expense.
“Sir! Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!” Dwayne replied. The Colonel
turned to leave, stopped, turned back to Dwayne and looked at him
funny.
“That’s okay, Boy, you deserve it,” he said with a sneer on his
face.
“Sir! Yes, sir! Thank you, sir!” Dwayne replied.
The Colonel smiled, nodded his head he understood, turned and left
the barn. Dwayne could only pray the cameras were turned on and
recording. He tried to look for them, but Sidney hid them too
well. He couldn’t see a one of them. They were turned on,
functioning properly, and recording every small detail.
* * * * * * *
“Heads up, Men!” Mr. Wiggins spoke softly to Sidney and me. “He’s
leading Dwayne to the barn with a rope around his neck. You
rolling, Logan?” Sticker asked.
“Locked and loaded, sir,” Sidney replied and grinned at the big
cowboy.
I patted Sidney on the back. We watched the Colonel lead Dwayne to
his favorite spot and hoist him up on his tiptoes. Mr. Wiggins
came to watch for a minute. The sound was terrific. You could hear
a mouse fart in the barn it was so clear. We looked at each other
when we heard the Colonel say how easily he could sell our
brother.
“Did that bastard jes’ say what I think I heard him say?” Sticker
asked.
“Mr. Longhorn told dad that might be his intentions, sir,” Sidney
replied to his wrangler.
“Yeah. Yeah, I was there. I heard Vince tell us that, but I jes’
dismissed it. It was too awful for me to believe a man could even
think about doing it to another. Son?” He spoke directly to
Sidney, “I guess your old wrangler is, after all, just a dumb old
cowboy,” Sticker said and hung his head as he walked back to the
window to assume his position.
“Y’ain’t dumb a’ tall, Mr. Wiggins. Hell, I’ve learned lots of
things from you I never would’ve if it hadn’t a’ been for you in
my life. I doubt seriously, if it weren’t for you, I wouldn't be
doing this right now for my brothers. It was you what taught me
about love and compassion. I ain’t talk’n ‘bout romantic,
passionate love what eventually peters out. I’m talk’n about
unconditional love for your brother and fellow man.”
Mr. Wiggins looked over at Sidney. “Thanks, Son, I needed your
reassurance right now,” he said with his voice cracking.
* * * * * * *
“Vince, for all the shit we been through, and what we mean to each
other, God knows, I’m the last one who should be lecturing you;
howsomever, humor me this one time. I mean no disrespect to any of
you men, but you should a’ let me in on this from the beginning.
We would’ve worked with ya.’ We could a’ handled it. What you’ve
told me so far about the boys filming the whole thing is
outstanding, and I’m less worried about them know’n ole Sticker is
there with ‘em. 'Ere ain't no doubt in my mind, that cowboy could
break Dunbar in two. Since Dunbar brought home a confederate, it
becomes a bigger problem than you anticipated. Ya’ll done the
right thing, Gentlemen, by calling us. We’ll work with you. We
ain’t a’ gonna’ go in there with guns a’ blazing. We leave that
sort of shit to the ‘governator’ and his third rate action movies.
We got no idea what the other man’s reasons or intentions are for
being there. I suspect he’s just one of Dunbar’s recruits he’s
buffalo’d into coming with him to scare the crap out of Dwayne,
maybe, even more, I don’t even wanna’ think about,” Sheriff Leland
Bard said.
“The reason we didn’t call ya’ right away, was because Dwayne told
us he could put up with one more weekend of being with the Colonel
so we could get the evidence we need to hang his ass out to dry.
Aside from what Dunbar’s doing to Dwayne, we thought it would be
neat and clean with a minimum chance of anybody git’n hurt. Then
we was gonna’ bring it to you and let chu' take it from there, but
you're right, Lee, we should’ve come to you in the first place. We
were jes’ so worried about Rance’s boy, we weren’t think’n
properly.”
“Oh, Sweet Jesus, brother, you didn’t tell Rance Harding what's
going on, did you?” Sheriff Bard asked and grimaced at dad.
“I knew better’n to do that, Lee,” my dad replied, “I warned all
these men and Sticker not to tell him.”
“Good! That’s fine. That’s one worry out of our way. Okay, Mr.
Mayhew, you say you got a key to the back gate to the rear access
road?”
“Yes sir. Please, call me Frank, Son.”
“Thank you, sir. All right, here’s how it’s gonna’ go down. We’ll
take two patrol cars. Frank rides with us. Now, sir, I’ll have to
ask you to stay in yore’ bunkhouse with Sticker and the boys.”
“I will. You got my word, Sheriff.”
“That’s good enough for me. If the access road and a rear approach
to the bunkhouse is possible, we’ll join Sticker and the boys to
see what’s going on first. Now men, I don’t want no gun happy
vigilantes. I'll be the only man what pull's a gun. You each have
a Taser. Use it before your gun, got that? The only time you pull
your gun is if you see the Dalton gang ride into the barn,” the
sheriff said.
“Yes, sir, Sheriff Bard,” they agreed laughing at his joke. “Even
if he gives up quietly, can we Taser the bastard for the Hell of
it?” one of his deputies asked. “I’d personally like to watch that
tight ass, pompous, military son of a bitch do the St. Vitus
dance, hit the ground writhing, and foam at the mouth,” the deputy
laughed. The Sheriff looked around the room at the men present. He
got their votes without asking.
He winked at Vince Longhorn. “Sure, why not? But, just one. I
don’t wanna’ go kill’n the man before he can be brought to
justice, understand?” the Sheriff told them. They agreed. “Another
thing, the big black man probably won’t be a problem. Don’t Taser
him. We’ll decide later why he’s there and for what purpose. Got
that?” Sheriff Bard asked. They agreed. "Vince, you and Mr.
Wainright may come with us since your boys are involved in this,
but only under the condition you stay in the bunkhouse along with
the boys.”
My dad looked at Mr. Wainright and he nodded his agreement. “You
have our word, Sheriff,” Dad agreed.
“Good enough! Mr. Blake, you and Mr. Winchester remain here, as
soon as the situation is secure, we’ll call and you can bring the
other vehicles to the ranch. Whatever you do, don’t block the road
from the ranch to Ball road. I’m gonna’ need access for vehicles
and possibly the paramedics depending on Dwayne’s condition. Park
‘round in back, out of the way.”
Mr. Winchester and Curly Blake agreed to stay at the Longhorn
Ranch. Dad gave Spencer his keys to the Bronco and Curly said he’d
just drive his and Frank’s truck back over.
“All right, Deputy Reynolds, you’re driving the other car.
Absolutely, no sirens or flashing lights. When we get to the back
gate and park the vehicles, there will be no slamming of doors, or
any chit-chat on the way to the bunkhouse. We got the element of
surprise on our side, let’s not fuck it up, Gentlemen. Everybody
got that?” The Sheriff looked at them. Everyone agreed. “C’moan,
Gentlemen, let’s us haul some ass. Let’s put us a child molester
behind bars where he belongs,” Sheriff Leland Bard declared.
End of Chapter 15 ~ Texas Longhorns
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