WACO'S LUMMOX
Waddie Greywolf
Chapter 1
“Every fact of science was once damned. Every invention was
considered impossible. Every discovery was a nervous shock to
some orthodoxy. Every artistic innovation was denounced as
fraud and folly. The entire web of culture and ‘progress,’
everything on earth that is man-made and not given to us by
nature, is the concrete manifestation of some man’s refusal to
bow to Authority. We would own no more, know no more, and be
no more than the first apelike hominids if it were not for the
rebellious, the recalcitrant, and the intransigent. As Oscar
Wilde truly said, ‘Disobedience was man’s Original Virtue.” ~
Robert Anton Wilson
Mr. Goodnight was up early and went in to wake his only son, Waco.
The next day would be his boy’s twelfth birthday, and he was
taking him to the county slave auction house to buy him a male
servant; a body slave for a present. Waco was a good son and
Charlie was proud of his boy. He wanted him to have the best
things in life he never had. Charlie Goodnight was a successful
rancher, and he could afford a few things for his boy.
He never spoiled Waco like so many fathers he watched do with
their boys. Waco's mother passed away when the boy was only a
toddler, and Charlie found himself in the unwelcome position of
becoming a single parent. He set in to raise the boy himself.
After all, he mused to himself, how hard could it be? He soon
found out but he had help in the form of a housekeeper who worked
for him and his wife for a number of years and lived in her own
house on the ranch. As Waco began grow, his dad had him in a
saddle shortly after he learned to walk. He taught him to be a
cowboy like him, believe in the goodness of a simple life, and the
cowboy way. Waco was growing up to be a carbon copy of his dad;
except, the boy had a few talents Charlie Goodnight found
difficult to understand. Even though he was sometimes amazed by
his boy, he trusted him fully.
After a good, hardy ranch breakfast, fixed by Charlie's cook and
housekeeper Miss Ida Mae Wallace, the two men set out for the
county seat and the auction house where they sold slaves for
almost any purpose. Waco neither entertained an idea what to
expect nor considered what he might encounter, but being a good
and above average young man, and with his dad's firm guidance, he
had faith he would pick the right slave. His dad was supportive
and wanted his son to have the best servant they could purchase.
Money was no object, although Mr. Goodnight appreciated his boy
had a tendency to be conservative. He knew Waco could squeeze a
nickel until the buffalo shit. He stressed to his boy, he’d rather
pay a little more for a quality slave for him than get a cut-rate,
priced-to-move, maverick who was head strong, rebellious, failed
to work unless he was severely punished, to stupid to learn, or
refused to become the slave his son needed in a man servant.
“Son, the sooner we get you a servant, the easier it’s gonna’ be
to train him to be the help you’ll need to become a proper
gentleman. I want you to pick him, because he has to bond with you
as your personal body slave. I’m proud of you for taking them 4-H
slave handling classes and all them ribbons you won. I know you
know how to handle any slave and examine him properly,” Charlie
said.
The men arrived at the auction house and were shown the stock the
dealer had, but Waco couldn't seem to find one he liked. He was
taught to be an excellent but gentle and compassionate slave
handler. The slave broker showed the Goodnight men the stock of
slaves he kept available for sale, but young Waco didn't show much
interest in any of them. Waco went through the motions of
examining a few, but he didn't comment or show much enthusiasm.
“Well, Young Man,” the slave dealer spoke to Waco, “we’ve shown
you our stock. Ain’t there one we’ve show'd you what might strike
yore’ fancy?” he asked.
Waco heard a voice inside his head, << He ain’t shown
you all his stock, Young Master. I would be proud to be your new
slave and become your new owner. I know only you will understand
the duality of my statement. You are well trained in animal and
slave husbandry. I am both. They call me a Lummox. They think
because I’m big and ugly I must be clumsy and incapable of becoming
a servant. I ain’t any of them things, but they don’t need to
know. I was sent to find you, pledge myself and my life to you.
I have come here from many miles to the North to bond with and
protect you, but unfortunately, I got myself waylaid and
captured by some bad men. I been waiting for you, my handsome
young master. I am yours for the taking. Even though your good
father will buy me for you, I will give myself to you, to love
and protect you from evil that is to come. I will become your
devoted slave, protector, champion, and companion. You will love
me like no other, and I will love you and your gracious father
in the same manner. You will not be sorry, sir,
>> the deep voice said.
Waco only heard the ponies on the ranch speak to him before and
his own pony referred to himself as Waco’s owner. He heard a voice
from somewhere in the slave facility that was not a pony referring
to himself as Waco's 'owner' and 'slave' at the same time. It was
a subtle message – one Waco fully understood. To have a pony or a
slave is, in essence, to be owned by it. If you’re a responsible
husbandman, you have no choice. You must care for it, see to its
needs for the rest of its life, unless you decide to sell it, but
what cowboy sells his older pony who has worked with him and for
him faithfully without complaint in good weather or bad, and
carried him safely many miles? What man sells a devoted slave who
has become more than his calling when his final days are numbered?
“No, – ” Waco paused, cocked his head and smiled at the dealer,
“There is one other you ain’t shown me – the one you call
'Lummox.'” Waco said.
The dealer looked at Waco like he was stunned. How could this kid
know about the wild man, the renegade slave the bounty-slavers
brought in a couple of days before? “There is one, Young Master,
but he is of little consequence. I don't think he would be
suitable for your needs. He couldn't live in a house with you,
he's much too large. You would have to house him in your barn.
He's little more than a wild man – a giant, hairy, horrible, ugly
beast – a Lummox, if you will. He’s every young boy’s nightmare.
He’s the epitome of the monster every child prays is not hiding in
their closet or under their bed. He’s only recently been enslaved.
We just cleaned him. He smelled awful when we received him, like
he'd been rolling in dead meat. He does not speak. He’s untrained
as a slave much less a young boy's man servant. He's much too old
and far too large to serve you as a body slave. He’s huge; a
giant. We call him 'Lummox' because he’s very big and clumsy.
"He's also strong as two oxen. We weren’t sure he was a man when
the slavers brought him to us. To tell you the truth, I still
ain't real sure he's human. He's partially deformed. He don't seem
to have much of a neck, like he's missing several vertebra – you
know – neck bones. He can't turn his head like we can. He has to
turn his whole body to look behind him. We’ve tried to clip most
the hair from him to make him presentable, but we got more to do.
He ain't quite ready to be shown, but at least he don't stink no
more. He’s chained up so we can complete his processing. You
wouldn’t be able to control him. You need a slave closer to your
size and age, to grow, and bond with you. I have a young American
Indian boy who is with my son right now who might be perfect for
you.”
“I will see the Lummox, sir. Dad, please tell Mr. Tennent to show
us the Lummox,” Waco said quietly but respectfully to his dad.
“Uh, I’ve learned when my son wants something strongly, Mr.
Tennent, it usually ain’t a frivolous request. He’s a conservative
young man. I taught him to be that way. This is to be his birthday
present, and I’d be grateful, sir, if you would indulge him,”
Charlie said.
“Very well, but I’m warning both of you, he might be dangerous,”
Mr. Tennent replied.
“No, he ain’t,” Waco said quietly.
Mr. Tennent just shrugged his shoulders and turned on his boot
heel like he was frustrated. “This way, Gentlemen, I’ll take you
to him.”
The dealer took the young man and his father to a room far to the
back of the large building where there was a long row of
individual rooms, each containing a cell. He led them to one of
the rooms and opened the door for them to enter. Chained against
the wall of the cell was a giant, hairy, man-like beast. At first
glance, Waco thought he had to be the ugliest critter he ever saw,
yet the boy was strangely drawn to him. Aside from the monster's
imposing size there was a plaintive, child-like gentleness and
intelligence about him but a raging masculine animal strength
which caused Waco's cock to instantly spring to life as if the
head of his young cock contained a brain of its own. The lummox
stood just over eight feet in height and looked like he might
weigh well over four hundred pounds of solid muscle. He was
massive but well proportioned. He was naked except his body was
completely covered with fine hair. Even his huge feet were covered
in a fine downy hair. On his wrist and ankles were big iron cuffs
attached to the wall behind him. His arms and legs were spread far
apart. Around his neck he wore a heavy iron collar, and it was
also attached to the wall.
The dealer unlocked the cell door, opened it, and bid the two
gentlemen enter. Waco walked right in, but his dad lingered
outside the cell, somewhat leery of the imposing size of the huge
creature. The giant slowly raised his lowered head so his dark
orange eyes flecked with red met Waco’s for the first time.
Something unspoken instantly passed between the boy and the beast.
The enormous animal wore a defeated look on his face, but Waco
could see the beginning of a smile. Waco slowly walked to the
creature, threw his small boy arms around as much as he could
hold, and pressed his body tightly against the naked giant as if
to cover his nakedness for him.
“Son...?” Mr. Goodnight started to speak to his son, but the boy
held up his hand as if to silence his dad.
<< You called to me, my Giant Beast, and I have come to
you, >> Waco said to the huge beast.
<< I hope I don’t frighten you, Young Master. I know I'm
no beauty in human eyes, but I promise, I'm a little better
looking with my fur, >> he replied.
<< You look fine either way. No, I'm not frightened. You
would never harm me, >> Waco said.
<< How do you know, Young Sir? >> the Lummox
asked.
<< I hear my ponies, and I instantly know if they're
good or bad; if they're receptive of me or not. It's the same
with you. You will never harm me, but how am I able to hear your
thoughts? >> Waco pondered.
<< The same way you hear and speak to your pony, sir,
>> the Lummox replied.
<< Indeed, but my pony is a four legged creature and you
are a man – or are you? >> Waco asked.
<< Sort of, Young Master – first cousin, >>
the giant replied looking down at him. Suddenly his face wasn’t
quite so ugly to Waco. It wasn't ugly at all. The Lummox's face
was handsome, and strongly masculine. It was a wise and powerful
face, one Waco knew he could look upon each day and feel good
about having the comely beast in his life.
<< Do you have a name, my gentle beast? >>
Waco asked.
<< My parents named me 'Garron' but you may call me what
you like, Sire, >> the beast replied.
<< I will consider it. My name is 'Waco,' >>
Waco said.
<< I know. I was sent to find Waco Lariat Goodnight by them
many ancient voices what speak on the winds of consciousness. I
was chose and sent to become your slave, protector, and eventually
your husband, Master, >> he sent to the young man standing
in awe before him.
<< You could have just come to me, >> Waco
sent.
<< I was on my way when I got bushwhacked, Little
Master, >> Garron said.
<< I'll get you out of here as soon as possible. Follow
my lead, Garron, >> Waco returned.
“Release him. I will examine him,” Waco said.
“But, young master, it took eight very large men to get him
chained to the wall,” Tennent replied.
“Son, do you think that's wise?” Mr. Goodnight asked in a
concerned voice.
“Trust me, Dad, I know what I’m doing. He will not harm me.
Remember my pony?” Waco asked his rancher dad.
Charlie knew of his son's ability to speak mind to mind with the
horses. His boy was telling him he was communicating with the
giant on a non-verbal level. Mr. Goodnight came to trust his son’s
abilities. “Release him so my boy may examine him, Mr. Tennent. It
will be all right. The giant won't harm him," Charlie said.
Shaking his head, the dealer unlocked the giant’s fetters, and
handed Waco a pair of inspection gloves. The giant stood with his
arms behind his back. Waco could almost swear he saw a small smile
cross the Lummox's face, but he quickly recovered and maintained
his stoic regard of the situation.
<< You know what I must do to properly inspect you,
don’t you, Slave? >> Waco asked.
<< Yes, sir, Young Master. It is meant to be. It has to
be to get us to our next station together. I will show them you
are an excellent slave handler, fully capable of commanding a
large beast to obey your every wish, >> the giant
Lummox replied.
Waco examined the giant’s mouth first. You can tell the age and
health of a horse or a slave from the condition of their teeth. A
horse’s teeth grow all their lives. If he’s long in the tooth,
he’s an older horse. That's why it's rude to look a gift horse in
the mouth. The condition of people’s teeth can tell much about
their overall health, too. To Waco's amazement he discovered the
lummox had a double row of teeth, upper and lower. Waco was
astounded but didn’t comment on his finding. Waco started running
his hands over the giant creature's rock hard, solid body. It
tickled the Lummox, he flinched and moaned a couple of times, but
he didn’t move. The more Waco felt him, he wasn’t sure he was
feeling a man. Everything seemed to be in the proper place but
more massively proportioned. Waco came to the creature's huge
penis and almost couldn’t see his testicles, because they were
hidden within so much fur. He felt the giant’s enormous cock and
pealed back his foreskin to reveal a beautiful head on a less
hairy shaft. The giant’s cock began to swell and rose to a strong
fifteen inch salute.
<< Should I order you to share your pride with me, would
you have a problem? >> Waco asked the Lummox.
<< As your slave, I would be yours to command, Young
Master. I will never disobey you, >> he replied.
Waco’s dad watched as his son turned bright red. Charlie Goodnight
could only imagine the conversation between his boy and the
Lummox. Waco gently found the giant's testicles and weighed them
in his hand. He put both hands under them and weighed them
individually. Waco noticed something unusual about the monster's
penis. He maintained a more solid erection than any he ever saw
before. He took hold of it again and felt the heft of it in
comparison to his testicles he held in his other hand.
<< My God, you ain’t no man! You have a penis like my
pony’s. You got a bone in yore’ cock, >> Waco thought
with awe.
<< You’re correct, Young Master. You discovered my
double row of teeth as well, >> the lummox sent to
him.
<< Do they know? >> Waco asked.
<< No, sir, they only recently enslaved me. I wouldn’t
let them look into my mouth. They haven’t performed any tests on
me. If they do, they’ll find out. We can’t let that happen. I’m
praying you won’t let it happen, Young Master. >>
<< You’re right. I won’t. Now I must ask something
humiliating of you, my beast... >> Waco didn't
complete his thought.
<< I understand, Master, >> the giant replied.
The big creature slowly turned, bent at his waist, reached back
with his hands and spread his butt cheeks. Waco spit on his gloved
finger and gently probed the big creature’s ass, but not before he
had to spread a couple of layers of fur out of the way. As he was
feeling around he thought the giant might be a virgin because he
was so tight. Mr. Goodnight looked over to the slave dealer and
smiled. Mr. Tennent’s mouth was open he was in such awe of Waco’s
slave-handling abilities.
<< And if I wished to find pleasure within this
magnificent hole of yours? >> Waco asked.
<< If you purchase me, it will become yours,
Young Master. I will teach you to perform for both our pleasure,
>> he replied.
Waco withdrew his fingers and slapped the big ape-man gently on
his butt. The Lummox rose and turned around.
<< There is but one other task, Slave, >> Waco
said.
The giant fell to his knees and started undoing the young cowboy’s
Wranglers. He allowed them to drop to his boot tops and looked up
into Waco’s gentle eyes. Waco smiled, put his hand to the giant’s
unusual face and nodded his head slightly. The Lummox took the boy
completely into his huge maw, including his balls. Waco didn’t
have a small cock for a boy his age. He was going to be very much
his cowboy dad’s son. It had to be the most exciting and sensual
thing Waco ever felt. << Ah, my Fine Giant Beast, you
feel so wonderful. We have performed well for our audience. You
don’t have to take me this afternoon. I'm satisfied you will
obey me and make a fine slave, >> Waco told him.
<< Please, Young Master, your flavor is so fine. Would
you deny your lummox who promises to faithfully serve you the
rest of your life his first taste of you? >> he
begged.
<< How could I say ‘no’ to you, my handsome beast? I’m
within a hair’s breath of coming. Oh, God! I’m there,
Sweet Lummox. Take me, my beast! >> Waco sent to the
giant.
The two men watched in awe as Waco’s back arched upward to the
giant’s mouth and let out a cowboy 'whoop' as he ejaculated again
and again. The dealer started to rush to Waco’s aid, but his dad
caught him by the arm and held him back. “It’s all right, Mr.
Tennent, I know my boy. He’s in no danger,” Charlie reassured the
slave dealer. The giant cleaned his young master well, lifted his
Wranglers, gently returned his penis to his pants, buttoned him up
and secured his belt buckle. Waco’s dad didn’t even have to ask
his son, he simply turned to the dealer, “How much for the giant
hairy slave, Mr. Tennent?” he asked.
“Well, we ain’t really set a price. A huge man like him should be
capable of a lot of hard labor; however, you’re a good customer,
Mr. Goodnight, and see’n as how it’s for yore’ boy, I can let him
go for fifty thousand,” the dealer said.
“You would never get fifty thousand for an untrained beast like
him, Mr. Tennent, and you know it. Beside, there ain't another man
what can control him like my boy. I know it, and you know it. I’ll
give you thirty. That's ten thousand more than he's worth, and
we'll take him off your hands today,” Charlie said flatly. Tennent
knew he had a good deal and very probably wouldn't get a better
one. He didn't argue further.
“You want him circumcised, branded, or ringed? We’ll be happy to
include those services for the price. A slave that big should at
least have a nose ring, Mr. Goodnight,” he said.
“Son?” Charlie addressed Waco.
“No brands. If I decide he’s to have rings, I’ll install them
myself. He will not be cut either. He is to remain wholly as he
is,” Waco declared.
“What about an implant?” the dealer asked.
“He will never leave a master he loves who takes good care of
him,” Waco said, quietly looking deep into his new slave’s eyes.
“Do you have any clothes for him, Mr. Tennent?” Charlie Goodnight
asked.
“No, sir, he was brought in that way.”
“He don’t need no clothes, Dad. He won’t be wearing any clothes
unless we have to go out in public. We can get those later.
Besides, I have special clothes in mind for my slave. Come,
Lummox, you’ll be coming home with me. From this day forth you
will no longer be thought of as clumsy, but in my heart you will
always be my 'Lummox.' You will be my slave and companion, my
strong right arm. 'Lummox' will be shortened to 'Ox.' You will be
known as 'Ox' my giant protector,” Waco said and offered his hand
to his new slave. Ox smiled at Waco, took his smaller hand, and
followed his new young master from his cell.
End Chapter 1 ~ Waco's Lummox
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