WACO’S LUMMOX
Waddie
Greywolf
Chapter 39
"If it were beneficial, their fathers would beget them
already circumcised from their mother’s womb. Rather, the
circumcision of the spirit, the true circumcision, has become
completely profitable." ~ The words of Christ from The Gospel
Of Thomas
Waco turned into Ox’s huge arms, threw his smaller arms around as
much as he could, stood on his tip-toes, and gave his lummox a
kiss on his cheek. Lummox blush, not very often, but they do
blush. Ox’s cheeks and nose turned bright red. “There was a time,
not so long ago, I had to make you bend down to give you a kiss,
my wonderful slave, my handsome friend and protector,” Waco smiled
at him, “You’re doing a great job looking out for me and
protecting me from this rough, rowdy, and rude, sex-crazed
warrior. If I didn’t have you, I would’ve given in to him a long
time ago. I’m weak, but you’re my strength,” Waco laughed. Ox
reached over with one big paw, grabbed Trey and pulled him into
the hug. The two men stood engulfed in a lummox embrace. Trey and
Waco kissed while their lummox held them close. Every man got an
erection including the two old cowboys, Warren and Jack.
“Damn, gotta’ git me one a’ them giants one a’ these days,” swore
Warren under his breath. Jack overheard him. They discussed the
effects lummox had on them many times.
Jack slapped Warren on his back, laughing at him. “You dirty old
man,” Jack accused him. The pups were laughing at them.
“E’aup, I won’t deny it. Hell, I probably should wear a sign
around ma’ neck,” Warren declared and laughed.
“I’m gonna’ make it my life’s goal to see my cowboy buddy git’s
his ticket punched by the biggest damn lummox I can find, but if’n
I find you one, you gotta’ lemme’ watch,” Jack insisted.
“Ah, Hell, you find him, clean him up real good, and you can build
bleachers and sell tickets, Cowboy,” Warren laughed from his
cowboy bullshit hyperbolic one-upmanship, “I’ll give you three
evening performances to book and an afternoon matinee to boot,” he
added for good measure. The cowboys were laughing their butt’s off
at their own nonsense.
* * * * * * *
It was decided to fly to Venus first, and stop by Mars on their
way back to Earth. Trey was anxious to see what progress was made
on his ship. He told Waco he didn’t expect miracles. He left his
best men in charge who would see to its repairs as well or better
than he could. It was a textbook flight and Captain Burt and his
first mate, Phil Stamper, did an excellent job. Of course, they
were under the watchful eye of more experienced pilots and most of
the time Admiral Long himself. Nonetheless, they performed
flawlessly. Burt was born to be a space jockey. He had a basic
seat-of-the pants feel for flying a shuttle; Phil, not so much.
Phil was a by-the-book pilot, but the more he learned the more
natural it became for him.
It was a leisurely flight. There weren’t so many guests to see to.
Even though there was a complement of over a hundred and fifty
warriors and some Shushonni warriors, they were pretty much
self-sufficient. They assigned men to mess duty on a rotation
basis and everything ran as smoothly as it would on a regular
military ship. The warriors were no strangers to galley work and
other shipboard duties.
They arrived at Venus and entered the soup-like upper atmosphere
and descended through the thick clouds to a lighter more clear
area. There they found the bladder whales slowly moving along
feeding on the never ending flow of silicon particles blown up
from the surface of the planet. They made deference to Chuchulack,
his son, and his magnificent pod. The whales were expecting them
and made their arrival known to the Venusians. Admiral Long
thanked them, the Venusians locked on to their controls with help
from Ms. Myra and gently guided the Buttercup down into the same
docking bay they used the time before. This time there were
lights, video crews, and dignitaries of all sorts from everywhere
on the planet to welcome them.
Also there was the other half of the crew and the Shushonni whom
Captain Vinceeth left behind to supervise and see to the repairs
of the Banshee. There was a small welcoming ceremony for the
Admiral and his Captain, then for Captain Vinceeth and his men,
but the main attraction was their returning celebrity and video
personality, Darryl and the pups. Waco laughed and rolled his eyes
at Trey. Darryl was his usual, humble, unassuming self, but that
seemed to be his strength. He was like an unassuming alien Huell
Howser without the unctuous Southern-fried, corn-pone, Captain
Billy's Whiz Bang, golly-gosh, gee-whiz-howdy routine.*
They briefly interviewed Captain Waco, his crew, and the Admiral.
They interviewed Captain Vinceeth and asked how his leg was. He
told them he had to leave the cast on another couple of weeks, and
then he would be free of it. He stressed his gratefulness to the
officials and people of Venus for their rescue and generous help.
Waco was going to leave Darryl and the pups with the video folks
while the rest of the men went to inspect the Banshee, but Darryl
told them he had to stick close to his host. He would file another
report for them later in the evening. They seemed to be satisfied
and reluctantly allowed everyone to proceed to the Banshee.
Lazarus had three robo-cams on Darryl at all times so he didn’t
have to worry about a camera crew. The robo-cams picked up
everything in three dimensions and got better input than a team of
cameramen might. Then too, he had Ms. Myra and Kyron to act as
editors, and by the time he sat down to review the final product,
Darryl was always wowed by the quality of the videos. So was the
rest of the Venerian world.
Trey seemed pleased with the progress of the Banshee. It was
obvious the warriors he left behind worked their butts off to
please their captain, not only for personal pride, but also
because they saw the fun their brothers were having on shore leave
on Earth in Waco’s weekly videos he sent them. They didn’t want to
jeopardize their chances for the same. They also faithfully
watched Darryl’s videos to the Venusian people. Trey included
everyone in a top level strategy meeting with all the men and
critters from the Buttercup including Darryl. He told Darryl,
while he didn't mind if Darryl commented on their meeting, he’d
rather he not include much video footage. Darryl was sensitive
enough to understand what he meant and readily agreed. He told
Captain Vinceeth he would show him his production for approval
before release. Trey agreed and thanked him for his understanding.
After going over all the repairs and improvements, Trey’s staff
decided they would need another four to six weeks to accomplish
what they needed to move the ship to Mars. However, Trey had the
final say. He stressed he didn’t want a half-ass job done on the
ship. He wanted it back as a topnotch fighting machine as well as
comfortable living quarters for his men and their newly adopted
critters. They were going to have some new technology at their
disposal, and he was tired of everyone having to make do. He
already spoke with Admiral Long, and he agreed to meet the
Venusians’ estimated overall cost which the Visallian/Shushonni
world would reimburse.
Lazarus never said a word about repayment, but he thought the
sentiment was nice. Trey wanted the crew’s quarters and the
officer’s quarters redone. If the warriors needed help redesigning
and/or redecorating to let him know. He knew of a community of men
on Earth who would love the challenge. Trey instructed the men
remaining on Venus to keep in constant contact with him and his
staff on Earth to let them know of anything they discovered that
needed repairing. He wanted everything in working order. He
stressed, if they were to be receiving new engines and other
technology, he wanted the Banshee to become the finest warship in
the Visallian fleet. Everyone agreed with him and spirits were
high.
The Banshee was designed and built similar to the Bandersnatch
except it wasn’t quite as comfortable as the Mighty Bee. Trey set
out to change that. He felt if he and his men were going to have
to be on the ship for long protracted periods of time they
deserved some creature comforts. He and Lazarus got their heads
together, and the Admiral told him to go for it. Lazarus told him
to trick it out, and he would absorb the cost as a gift to him,
his forefathers, and his family. This was his chance, and Captain
Vinceeth took it. Of great concern to Trey and some of his
officers was the auditorium where they held most of the
entertainment for the crew. It suffered minimal damaged in battle
with the ruthless snakes.
While it was still serviceable, there were many advancements in
entertainment technology, and Trey wanted it remodeled. It was of
utmost importance in keeping morale high. Lazarus told Trey to gut
it and start from scratch. If he needed design help he knew where
he could get it. The Venusians had no problem meeting his needs
and his warriors worked along with them to see to a speedy overall
repair of the ship. The next projected trip back to Venus wouldn’t
be for approximately eight Earth weeks when Waco and his crew
could have a long period off from school. At that time he wanted
to be sure he could settle with the Venusians and fly the ship to
Mars for the rest of the repairs.
They spent a full twenty-four hour period on Venus and then
departed for Mars. During that time they gathered in an auditorium
at the space port to watch Darryl’s special report. He was
wonderful with his presentation and interviews. He cleared his
portion with Trey, and he was very pleased with the broadcast. He
ended by interviewing each of the pups. That’s what the folks on
Venus really tuned in to see, and they loved it. They said their
goodbyes to the Venusians the next morning and departed with the
rest of the warriors and Shushonni who were due for some R and R.
There were some sad goodbyes for Lucas, as his commander was one
of the officers who had to rotate duty. Travis was also sad he had
to let his sergeant major go to make room for another officer for
R and R. They exchanged warriors and Shushonni who were going back
to Earth with them.
Each man came to Waco and Lazarus and the crew of the Buttercup
and personally thanked them for a wonderful relaxed time. They
were looking forward to visiting again in the future and invited
everyone to their home world. After paying homage to the
omnipresent whales they flew directly to Mars. They docked in the
same manner as before. They were greeted by the new staff of
androids, the warriors and the few Shushonni they left there. They
were amazed from the very beginning. It was obvious there were
many changes and improvements. The androids managed to get
everything up and running properly. They activated most of the
other caverns and they were operating at near full capacity, but
there wasn’t very much in them.
Arlen Jones asked if there was one that could handle tropical
plant species and animals? They assured him there were several. He
said his ship, even with miniaturization was becoming packed, and
they had much yet to gather. The two androids who seemed to be in
charge, Nonno and Leiset were very gracious and wanted to show
them around. Waco showed them where the supplies they brought were
and a team of androids were set to work with Myra to unload. They
were thrilled to get them. The herbivores seemed to be doing all
right, but the others were getting tired of the manna. They were
not ungrateful, but a steady diet of one food can become tiresome.
Forty years would be unimaginable.
The new Earth personnel they brought along were as dumbfounded as
everyone else when they first caught sight of the panorama of
animals on the savanna. They couldn’t wait to get their clothes
off to be up close and personal with the animals and the
Evanescent children. They newbies were told about having to
approach them naked, but they thought Waco and Admiral Long were
just being cowboys and blowing smoke up their butts. When they saw
Jack Hall and Warren Steele shucking their clothes and putting
them away in the lockers, they knew they weren't kidding. Once
they saw no one was paying a bit of attention to them, they began
to follow suit. After about an hour they didn’t pay attention to
the fact they were naked as the day they were born. A couple even
commented they found it refreshingly novel.
Of great interest to several of the scientist were the Unicorns.
Lazarus had Waco and Lucas gather some hair and took some blood
samples from a couple of willing volunteers. The boys could
communicate with them with their minds and thoroughly explained
they wanted a small amount of blood for research purposes to find
out where and how the Unicorns evolved. After much analysis and
DNA comparison with other species it was found their closest
living relatives on Earth were the Narwhal (Monodon Monoceres) and
the Rhinoceros. There was actually a Siberian Rhino that didn’t
become extinct until historical times known as the Giant Unicorn
(Elasmotherium sibiricum) which stood two meters high and six
meters (20 feet) long, with a single two-meter-long (7 feet) horn
in its forehead. The animal may have weighed up to five tons. Its
legs were longer than those of other rhinos and were designed for
galloping, giving it a horse-like gait. It was probably a fast
runner, in spite of its size. Its teeth were similar to those of
horses, and it probably grazed on low herbs. E. sibiricum lived in
Southern Russia, Ukraine, and Moldova during the Early
Pleistocene. It appeared during the Late Pliocene in Central Asia.
Most of the herds of Elasmotherium probably died out in
prehistoric times. However, according to the Nordisk familjebok
and to space scientist Willy Ley, the animal may have survived
long enough to be remembered in the legends of the Evenk people of
Russia as a huge black bull with a single horn in the forehead.
There is also a testimony by the medieval traveler Ibn Fadlan, who
was considered a reliable source, which indicates that
Elasmotherium may have survived into historical times. Ibn
Fadlan's account states: There is nearby a wide steppe, and there
dwells, an animal smaller than a camel, but taller than a bull.
Its head is similar to the head of a ram, and its tail is like a
bull’s tail. Its body is that of a mule, but its hooves are like
those of a bull. In the middle of its head it has a horn, thick
and round, and as the horn goes higher, it narrows to an end,
until it is like a spearhead. Some of these horns grow to three or
five ells, depending on the size of the animal. It thrives on the
leaves of trees, which are excellent greenery. Whenever it sees a
rider, it approaches and if the rider has a fast horse, the horse
tries to escape by running fast; however, if the beast overtakes
them, it picks the rider out of the saddle with its horn, and
tosses him in the air. It meets him with the point of its horn,
and continues doing so until the rider dies, but it will not harm
or hurt the horse in any way or manner.
* * * * * * *
Others found the Kentaurans to be the most unusual and magnificent
animals they ever experienced. They knew there were legends that
went back thousands of years of a beast which was half-man and
half-horse, but no fossil remains were ever found. The Centaurs of
old were thought to be a part of mythology, but in the Twentieth
Century man learned there was a basis in truth to many legends.
Certainly these animals were living examples. The researchers were
enthralled with them and their lifestyles. They were very
human-like in their families and living. They took on most of the
Evanescent children to look after, and they were all over their
adopted family’s back playing with them. The Mammoths and
Mastodons appeared to be thriving in their new temporary home.
They seemed so loving and docile, the humans could approach them
with little fear. They were so grateful to have been saved from
sure destruction by the Grays and Reptiles.
The aliens shared some responsibility for their extinction on
Earth in prehistoric times. However, like the Unicorn Rhino, a few
survived in remote areas well into the historical age. Small herds
were lifted and started on other worlds, but this was the last of
their kind anywhere in the universe and they were, as Trey
described to Lazarus, precious cargo. In Lazarus’ opinion, some of
the most precious of the critter cargo saved by Trey Vinceeth and
his men were the several Volgoron families. There were about fifty
separate families of them, and they, too, were instrumental in
accepting many of the Evanescent children into their families. It
was a huge burden for the Lummox and the Kentauran families, but
none were turned away. The children did their best to adapt and
did so quite readily. Jack Hall took a personal interest and
inventory of the lummox, particularly the single males. There was
a handful he considered might be suitable candidates as a partner
for his cowboy buddy.
* * * * * * * *
Nonno and Leiset took their guests on a tour. All the caverns were
joined by two anti-grav transportation systems. One was for
passengers and the second, a much larger tube was designed for
freight between caverns for carrying food, equipment, and even
transporting large beasts if necessary. They visited most of the
larger caverns and were wowed by the grandeur and scope of them.
Many were larger than the one where they kept the Mammoths and
other creatures. The most impressive to everyone was the salt sea
in the cavern of Olympus Mons. It was unfathomable to them such a
large underground sea could exist. There were beaches and the
waves rolled onto shore just like the oceans on Earth. Nonno told
his guests the Krell even managed to create tides.
They returned and Nonno and Leiset took their guests to a large
living area for the evening. They planned to complete the
unloading of supplies during their guest's rest period. The
Buttercup would start back to Earth the following morning. The
room assigned to Captain Waco, Ox, and Captain Vinceeth contained
a balcony which overlooked the mountains and savanna where the
animals lived and roamed. It was a magnificent view. They didn’t
know the living quarters were there on their trip before. Leiset
explained it wasn't possible to see them before, and they were
only opened since they left. They opened it for their visit, and
it would temporarily house the medical teams and scientist they
brought along.
The accommodations were sumptuous. They seemed to have a large
variety of food available. When asked about it by Admiral Long
they said they managed to get their food replicators working
shortly after they left three weeks ago, but really hadn’t had a
chance to use them much except for the small crew Captain Vinceeth
left behind. His warriors claimed the food was excellent. The
androids told them if they could bring one more load of food and
supplies with them the next time they returned, they should have
the rest of their food replicators on-line and further shipments
wouldn’t be necessary.
They prepared a supper for everyone. It was modest but tasty, and
everyone had enough to eat and drink. They also had a huge
auditorium where they encouraged the men to gather after supper to
show them a video of their progress and some things of interest.
There were several new births of Mammoth and Mastodon calves and
several Unicorns and Kentauran births. They were keeping accurate
records and genealogical charts of every creature. What they
managed to accomplish in such a brief period of time was nothing
short of miraculous.
“How did you get all this accomplished in such a short time?” Waco
asked.
“We don’t need sleep, sir. All we have to do is change battery
packs, and we’re good for another twenty-four hour period. There
are fresh battery packs for all androids maintained around the
clock.”
Waco noticed Nonno and Leiset were clothed as well as some of the
other anatomically perfect androids. He asked about it, because he
and the warriors ran around nude the whole evening except for
dining. They dressed for supper. Even the Visallians kept some
standards of dress.
“We are dressing for you, sir. We don’t yet know about your habits
or modesty. When not around bios (their name for living creatures)
we’re mostly unclothed. As you know, the animals relate better to
us in the nude,” Nonno answered.
“How is it you’ve come to accept us so readily, Nonno?” Lucas
asked.
“If you were not the ones the Ancients built these caverns for,
you would never have been able to activate everything. Others may
have been able to get inside, but they never could activate the
first caverns even on a temporary basis. We are programmed to help
in any way we can to make these caverns a temporary home for the
treasures of your world and for your people to survive the coming
holocaust,” he explained.
“You know about that?” Little Bear asked.
“We don’t know everything, but we know the beautiful planet you
call Earth will soon cease to have life on it for close to a
thousand years.”
Everyone was silent. Even the warriors and their brothers hung
their heads in sympathy for their Earth brothers. They came to
think about the Earth and its beauty as their second home.
“What will be, will be,” Lazarus said quietly, “we must be ready.”
* * * * * * *
That evening, or what would be evening by Earth time, Waco stood
on the balcony of the huge suite where he was staying with Ox and
Captain Vinceeth. Behind him, with his arms around his smaller
cowboy, was the captain and their omnipresent, ubiquitous lummox
chaperon. They finished their clean up period and were naked while
relaxing together. They looked out upon the magnificent vista of
the animals and friends roaming across the veld. It was an idyllic
moment. It looked like something out of Disney’s Fantasia without
Beethoven’s Sixth Symphony, the Pastorale. Waco missed Beethoven
and inquired of Myra if she could patch in the Sixth Symphony to
their quarters. “What performance would my handsome young Captain
prefer?” she asked like a seductive coo.
“I’m not familiar with orchestras or conductors. Any suggestions,
Ms. M?” Waco asked.
“May I suggest one of the lesser known symphony orchestras with a
less egotistical personal imprint which, in my humble opinion,
brings more of a bucolic resonance to the performance than the
machine-like perturbations and green-apple quickstep of
Stokowski’s rendition. With him, everything’s a horse race to the
finish only to disappoint anyone who just happened to bet on the
bob-tailed nag,” she said.
Waco laughed at Myra’s review. “Never one to mince words, your
opinions are always appreciated, Ms. Myra. Your recommendation
would be...? ”
“Schwarz and the Seattle Symphony, circa 2000, Captain. A
sensitive, yet youthfully teasing performance – smart,
sophisticated, yet never forgetting to be kind or gentle; never
brash nor rude. Perhaps, it asks a few more questions than it
answers, but there in lies its beauty. One should always be left
with a lingering need – a longing to know more when a fine
performance of Beethoven is finished, but never rushing to check
your para-mutual tickets to see if you have a winner,” she added
dryly.
Waco fell out laughing again. “Excellent! Please, make it so,
Lovely Lady,” Waco smiled.
The faint strains of Beethoven’s Sixth began to fill the air. It
was the perfect music for a perfect moment. It made them feel all
was right within the caverns of Mars.
“Ever the gracious gentleman,” Trey whispered in Waco’s ear as he
rubbed his big rough hand over his cowboy’s washboard abs and
moved to grab himself a handful of buckaroo cock. “Does the
beautiful music complete you?” he asked.
“No, you, my slave, and my family complete me, Captain. The scene
before me and Beethoven’s music only reinforce my desire and
understanding for the value I have in those who love me and my
life as a whole,” Waco replied.
“For such a young human, but for a man of considerable talents,
beauty, and action, you know how to play me like a Dromell-chime,"
* Trey said and stole a kiss.
“It’s easy when it’s written in the stars, Trey,” Waco dropped his
official voice for his suitor.
“Did you know about me before we met?” Trey asked.
“Yes, sir, I was forewarned,” Waco said with a wicked grin. Trey
tickled him and made him jump.
“Did they warn you I could eat you in a single bite?” Trey licked
Waco’s naked shoulder with his rough tongue.
“No, they swore it would take you at least two and a half bites to
consume me, but you proved them wrong,” Waco sparred.
“How’s that?” Trey asked curiously.
“You reminded me of a poem we studied last year in Mr. Chamber’s
class, "La Belle Dame Sans Merci"– which means, in the French
language, the beautiful woman without mercy. You became my
handsome warrior without mercy. You devoured me the first time you
looked at me. I didn’t stand a chance. I was consumed by your
spirit. There was no doubt in my mind what you were thinking, and
I watched as my soul jumped out of my body and ran to embrace
yours. You knew it, too. You knew we were there for a greater
purpose than just to exchange a shipment from the Daleks.”
Trey was silent for a moment. He didn’t have a smart comeback.
Waco could say the damnedest things sometime and shift him off
guard like a fine warrior might do combat with a lesser trained
enemy. Trey wasn’t trained in matters of the heart. He thought his
physical beauty and brawn could win him anyone he set out to
conquer, but it’s difficult to declare victory when it’s so
generously and humbly lain at your feet. Trey didn’t mind
admitting defeat to his younger captain. He knew he could love
Waco forever just like he was, but in the back of his mind he
wondered if he could make the young man into a warrior.
“I will become anything you want me to be, Captain,” Waco said
softly as his lips brushed against Trey’s strong jaw, “If you want
a warrior for a mate, so be it. I will become as great as any
Visallian warrior, other than yourself, of course. I would never
strive to best my consort. I would never raise a hand against you.
I would lay my sword and body at your feet and beg for mercy;
however, if you’re happy with a cowboy space-jockey pilot and
captain, I will be that for you, too,” Waco grinned.
“Were you tapping my mind?” he asked.
“No, you know better. I would never unless you gave me permission.
It just ain’t done. Some things don’t need a mind reader. I can
tell what you’re thinking by the way you hold me, by the way to
touch me, and by the way you make love to me. You wonder about
things sometimes, and I’m receptive to you. You look at me like
you’re trying to envision me as a warrior, but not just any
warrior, your warrior; a warrior of your creation,” Waco smiled
and Trey chuckled.
“You’re right, I do. You’ve grown so much since I first met you,
Cowboy, and I have you to thank for my leap into the joys of
infatuation. What of this plan to become Admiral Long’s slave? Are
you seriously considering it?" Trey asked.
“I think my father is considering it; not so much for his
financial gain, but for what he thinks is my happiness. It would
bring us together sooner.”
“Would you lose your slaves?” he asked.
“No, they’re my father’s slaves as well. I don’t think on them as
my slaves anyway. They’re my brothers. Ox knows he’s my brother,
don’t you big fellow?” Ox smiled and nodded to them. “Ox would
continue to be my brother slave. You have some thoughts about it?”
“I know it is neither in my power of influence to interfere, nor
object to such an action, but I don’t know if I want you to become
a slave. Personal gain for your father is one thing, but certainly
not for purposes of us sharing sex. What does that say about me?
I’m weak? I’m unable to control myself? First and foremost I am a
warrior. I’m used to waiting and fighting for what I want. I knew
the terms of winning your affection when I asked and agreed to
become your suitor. I was willing to wait then, and I still am.
Sometimes the greatest prize is worth the waiting. One year, three
years, what difference does it make? The Admiral has given me and
my men the Long-shot. We will live extended lives. What’s three
years when we’re talking about three thousand years? I want you on
my terms. I want you on terms we agree upon. I don’t want someone
else negotiating the time of our bonding,” Trey said with
conviction.
“You feel that strongly about it, Captain?” Waco asked.
“I do,” he replied.
“Won’t you feel deprived?”
“How can I feel deprived when I gain your complete package.
Depraved maybe, but never deprived,” he laughed, “To have you is
to have your slaves as well. Ox takes good care of me and you.
Tell me you haven’t shared the taste of my body with your lummox
slave?” Trey looked deep into Waco’s eyes and grinned wickedly.
You and Ox are in constant communication. He feels my hands on
your body. He shares with you everything about pleasuring me. I
can see it in your face when he does. I’ve watched you ejaculate
the same time I spill my seed into his handsome maw. You two don’t
fool me for a minute,” Trey chuckled, “If you feel so compelled
you could give me one of your other slaves for an evening, with
your supervision. You can get inside his head and experience our
coupling along with him. No one could fault you for eavesdropping.
If the physical act of male coupling is so damnable to the society
on your world, think outside the framework.
“With your creativity and talents, you can beat the system. For
one thing, I’m not human. While we have many things in common, I’m
a different species. How would your world deal with that little
anomaly? Are there laws forbidding sex with aliens? Most of the
people on your world don't believe in aliens. If you’re worried, I
might become bored or lose interest, you don’t understand what it
means to be a warrior. We don’t commit to anything without making
damn sure it’s what we want, and you’re right, my eyes did consume
you upon first sight. You never stood a chance.” Trey threw back
his handsomely masculine head and laughed. He even got a laugh out
of Ox.
“Such arrogance. You’re so damn cock-sure of yourself,” Waco
grinned.
“That’s only a small part of why you love me?” Trey grinned real
big.
“No argument. It’s true, I love you, Captain Vinceeth, for that,
and many other reasons. To be honest, when I saw you for the first
time, I never wanted to be given a chance. However, there’s
another factor we ain’t talked about,” Waco said.
“The voices?" Trey asked.
“E’aup. Them Voices of the Ancients; the winds of consciousness. I
get the idea, they seem to think I should be humbled as a slave,
to rise from a position of humility to one of power and
respectability. I don’t know how high or what they have in mind
for me, but I know it’s going to be special. However, my guess
ain't chiseled in granite, neither. Depending on the way I conduct
myself and what I accomplish could change their minds. You never
know.”
“Blazes! You’re already special enough. Humility? How could you be
more humble? You don't treat your slaves like slaves. You treat
them as your brothers, your equals, but yet, you manage to leave
no room for doubt in any one's mind who's the master and who's the
slave. You treat your dad like he's your master, your leader, and
captain of the watch. You never give him a moment's doubt about
your love and faithful devotion to him; same with the admiral. You
revere him almost as much as we do. You don't even put yourself
above our four legged brothers. I've seen you go out of your way
to make one of their days a little brighter or easier for them.
You spoil them rotten. I've watched the way you relate with our
little sister, the princess, and while you're firm with her you
give as much as she can handle. She adores you. You're like a
young God to her and to win her over is no small accomplishment,
my young cowboy.
"For all of these things I've observed, I can humble myself enough
to admit I've learned from you. I'm finding being more genuinely
caring about my men has bought me double and triple my crew's
normal output, and as an added benefit, they seem more relaxed and
happier. They are happy, I'm happy, and they aren't unaware a lot
of my happiness comes from my love for you and your love for me.
Of course, I'm good at hiding my love for you from them," Trey
threw back his head and laughed at himself, "I knew the first time
I took your hand and you stood up to me with no fear in your
heart, I knew you were a man to be reckoned with, no matter your
young age. You haven’t proved me wrong. Do you think them Ancient
voices might listen to a plea?”
“They do all the time. Whether they respond or not is another
thing,” Waco said seriously, “I asked about it myself, but I was
told if I didn’t graciously accept a period of humility, should
they find it necessary for my development, I would have to accept
another, and it would probably be more difficult and painful than
the first. They explained it’s just the way the universe works.
Whatever lesson or task you set aside until tomorrow will be
harder to accomplish than it was the day before. It’s the
Universal Law of procrastination. Anything you postpone becomes
logarithmically more difficult the longer you put it off. Larry
the Cable Guy was right. Just, git’er done.” Waco smiled.
“What if someone like me, who is older and more experienced, who
has your best interest at heart asks them to reconsider?” Trey
asked.
“Your idea of ‘best interest’ and what they have in mind for the
progression of the universe might be different. It’s never a good
thing to go up against them, Captain, no matter how sure you are
of your good intentions, believe me. They just might go along with
you, but there may also be serious consequences. They won’t tell
you about those if they agree to grant your plea. They may not
even know about them, but remember the old saying, ‘Be careful
what you wish for, you just may get it,’” Waco admonished him.
“Then you’re saying you wouldn’t mind becoming a slave?” Trey
asked.
“To become Admiral Long’s slave would be an honor, Trey.”
“I understand, he’s a wonderful man, but...”
“There’s still the stigma of being a slave; it bothers you. Would
being a slave make you love me less? Maybe that’s the lesson the
voices have in mind; perhaps, not for me but for you,” suggested
Waco.
“No, you becoming a slave wouldn’t bother me. In fact, I would buy
you from your father or Admiral Long, but our people don’t believe
in slavery. It wouldn’t be allowed. It’s just...”
“A slave can never become a warrior," Waco said.
“That’s right, but how did you know? You can’t know all the fine
points of our society.”
“Is that what’s bothering you?” Waco asked.
“Yes, I guess it is,” Trey replied.
“Do you consider Admiral Long a great warrior?” Waco asked.
“Absolutely! He’s one of the greatest warriors our people have
ever known. When you visit our world, which I hope you will one
day, you will see numerous statues, monuments, and buildings
dedicated to him. Every continent has a Long city named after him,
every city a Long street. Why, even one of our smaller moons is
named after him. He’s a great hero to our people.”
“I see,” Waco said without elaborating, “then I guess I shouldn’t
consider becoming a slave,” he said quietly like he was suddenly
resigned to the idea, and there was no longer any need for further
discussion. Trey felt like he just had a rug pulled out from under
him or was caught in a crossfire and knew from instinct when to
duck.
“Why do I feel uncomfortable right now?” he asked and smiled at
Waco warily.
“I’m not sure what you mean, Captain. I don’t know why you would
feel uncomfortable. I just agreed with my older and wiser suitor,”
Waco humbled himself, but turned into Trey’s arms to fully embrace
him. Trey surrendered, they shared a kiss, but he wasn’t quite
sure he knew where he stood. They spent the rest of the warm
evening, or until the music finished, sitting quietly together,
holding hands. When the final strains of the symphony faded, Waco
spoke, “Thank you, Myra. It was a fine performance. We enjoyed it
very much.”
“You’re welcome, Captain Waco. Glad to be of service,” she said
sincerely.
Ox excused himself and went in to their huge bed. Trey wasn’t
sure, but he wondered if he said the wrong thing, or if he should
press for a greater explanation. Maybe he needed to talk with
Admiral Long or perhaps Waco's dad. He knew he could trust Lazarus
like his own dad. He couldn’t leave Waco’s side. He was so drawn
to the young man and everything Waco represented. After watching
Waco perform like a great leader to open the rest of Mars, his
interest and opinion of the young human skyrocketed. He was
thoroughly convinced Waco was chosen for greatness to equal or
surpass his own calling.
Trey’s considerations or deliberations were lost in a sea of
strong feelings in Waco’s presence. He loved every minute he spent
with the young man, and he knew his cowboy felt the same. Waco
couldn’t hide his affections for his warrior captain. He never
tried. Trey smiled. He wasn’t the only one sure of himself. If
Waco wanted you to love him, you didn’t stand a chance. A heaping
handful of loving cowboy brothers, an equal amount of adoring
critters, one hopelessly smitten and devote princess of the house
of Pata, and a devoted giant lummox was living proof.
* * * * * * *
The next morning they took more tours, and had the mechanics of
the huge atmospheric producing engines explained to them by their
guides. They were truly miracles of engineering. The androids
carefully explained their functions, how they were still in
wonderful condition and could probably last, with proper
maintenance and care, several thousand years. Lazarus was
primarily interested in housing or lands where refugee settlers
could farm, ranch, or start businesses that could contribute to
the growth and well being of the new planet. It was his intention
Mars would become a project in maintenance, conservation, and
cooperation for the good of the many rather than to provide riches
for the few. Under his, Trey, and Charlie's administration, they
would see to it, there would be no such thing as poverty. They
also pledged themselves to find ways to curb excessive greed.
They stayed through the noon meal and then decided to depart. The
cowboys had to get home to start school. They planned to make
another trip during the first extended long weekend in which they
had an extra holiday. They would keep in touch with the Mars base
and at that time Captain Vinceeth would probably be moving his
ship to the Martian dock. He and Waco and a few of their men made
an inspection of the dry-dock for spaceships. They were impressed
by the facilities. It seemed much better organized than the
Venusian docks, but Trey never complained. The Venusians were very
generous and kind to him and his men.
They said their goodbyes and left Mars for their journey home.
While on the planet the androids told them the Reptilian race and
the Grays checked out the cavern entrances numerous times, but
they never noticed or realized there was more to the caverns than
what they could see. The landing docks were carefully disguised as
part of the walls of the caverns. The door Captain Vinceeth and
his men found by accident was carefully re-disguised in case one
of the ships landed and decided to do some scouting. It would now
be almost impossible for them to find an entrance. The Buttercup's
flight back to Earth was as uneventful as its flight to Venus. It
was another textbook trip. Captain Burt and his first mate Phil
got a round of applause for a job well done. They beamed with
pride and knew they were closer to being able to solo in their own
ships. They asked if they could start training their next youngest
brothers as their first mates. Lazarus agreed.
* * * * * * *
After their return from their trip through space Jimmy-Bob decided
he didn't want to be known as Jimmy-Bob any more. He felt he was
maturing and wanted to be known as Jim Bob. Stan smiled and agreed
with him; he thought it suited him better. Jim Bob was quickly
becoming the man he wanted to be. Stan also started referring to
his mate as J. B. from time to time. They spent a couple of days
and nights in Brick’s apartment to lay low for a while. Then, they
returned to their rooms and resumed their lives. They continued
going to class and trying to convince their captors they were
beginning to take to the hard-core religious crap they were trying
to shove down their throats.
Jim Bob was more laid back and comfortable. Nothing seemed to
bother him. He just did what he wanted but cut out his obstinate
attitude. Stan was more apprehensive than his mate. He told Jim
Bob he felt like something was in the air. Their getting away with
being gone went too smoothly. Stan was raised in an atmosphere of
suspicion and to fear the worst. The only happiness he knew in
life was his time with Ole and Hattie Bloom. In school he met and
fell in with the Goodnight cowboys and became a part of their
extended family. He didn't have to work at it. Because he was a
slave, he was readily accepted.
The men had been back to their training classes for over three
weeks. They were forming close bonds with Tim and Brick. They were
invited to their apartment several times a week for supper and
prayers. There was actually very little praying went on other than
Brick saying ‘grace’ over supper. The rest of the time they
enjoyed videos, TV programs, and games. Brick loved to get new
games and try them. The other three men humored him. He was too
damn big not to. Some were really silly, but they would play them,
then Brick would donate them to children's toy drives. Once in a
while Brick would mention the fantastic tale Jim Bob told him and
Tim about where they were on their brief absence. He would ask
pointed questions and Jim Bob would answer him honestly and
directly. He never lied to them. “You say they got Woolly Mammoths
and Mastodons in the caverns on Mars?" Brick asked.
“Yes, sir, and they’re huge,” Jim Bob said.
“Are they like elephants?”
“They look somewhat like elephants, but they’s much bigger;
enormous. They’re also more intelligent and gentle than elephants.
They would never hurt someone they trusted. They’re living in
close proximity with the other animals, Evanescent children, and
lummox families.”
“How many different kinds of animals are there?” Officer Armstrong
wanted to know more.
“What, Stan? About six or eight, a dozen, maybe more,” Jim Bob
deferred to his friend.
“About that many,” Stan agreed.
“What is a lummox?” Brick asked.
“What we call a Sasquatch or Bigfoot,” Jim Bob replied.
“They got Bigfoot on Mars?” Brick asked incredulously.
“Yes, sir, but they come from another galaxy and a planet what
don’t exist no more called Volgoron. That’s where our Bigfoot came
from originally. They were brought here many centuries ago to
establish a new colony when their world was threatened. They will
be taken in the rapture with us,” Jim Bob answered honestly.
“You mean to tell me Bigfoot monsters will be raptured before the
Holy Father?” Armstrong challenged.
“Yes, sir, Officer Brick, I'm afraid so,” Jim Bob told him quietly
expecting the worst.
Brick didn’t seem upset. He kept his cool. It was like he was more
curious than confrontational. “I’ve always wondered what one would
look like,” he said softly.
“We could show you a video of them if you like, Officer Brick,”
Stan offered.
“How?”
“Magic,” Stan smiled.
“Where?”
“On your TV. Turn it to channel three," Stan instructed the big
man. Brick reached for his remote and clicked the TV on channel
three. “Kyron?” Stan spoke.
“Yes, Stan, how can I be of service?” A voice came out of the TV
speaker.
“Using a UHF feed could you show the video of us walking in the
redwoods with Strom, Ox, Mr. Chambers, Kuluke, T’kan, and Moe.”
“Right away, Stan. How are you, Mr. Jim Bob?” Kyron inquired.
“We're fine. Thanks for asking, Kyron,” Jim Bob replied.
“You’re welcome,” replied Kyron and the video started. Tim almost
jumped into Brick’s lap when they caught sight of how big Strom
and Ox were. They saw the younger lummox and were equally taken
with them, especially the youngest who was wearing a cast on his
leg and on crutches. Moe was running around from Stan to Ox and
Lyle. He was having a great time. Strom had his huge arm draped
over Stan’s shoulder on his left side and over Jim Bob’s on the
other. They were walking along, talking, and laughing like they
were old friends and close companions. It was obvious to anyone
they were enjoying each others company.
“Hoe-lee shit! How are you doing this? Where is this broadcast
coming from?” Brick demanded.
“It’s a regular TV signal feed from a source we can't explain to
you. It took us sometime to get used to it, but once you’re
introduced to it, it ain’t so magical no more. It’s just a little
more advanced technology than we’re used to, Officer Brick,” Jim
Bob reassured him.
They watched as the young men slowly strolled up and over the hill
as the cameras followed them and recorded their conversations.
“What happened to the little one?” Tim asked.
“He slipped and fell off a ledge in a dark cave where he and his
brother were playing and broke his leg. The medics set it and cast
it. He’s out of the cast now. He’s completely healed. He’s one of
our little brothers,” Jim Bob said.
“I’d like to have a little brother like him,” Tim said wistfully.
“Then, they really do exist,” Brick said, “or is this just special
effects? And where is that forest?” he challenged.
“The forest is on Mars,” Jim Bob didn’t lie. He and Stan knew the
Buttercup was probably sitting on Mars that evening and the forest
was on-board. Jim Bob didn’t want to explain any more technology
than necessary. "That’s enough, Kyron. Thank you very much,” he
said.
“You’re welcome, Jim Bob. Glad to be of service,” Kyron said
through the TV speakers.
The men sat in silence for a while. Jim Bob looked at Stan and
smiled. “Do you believe us now, Officer Brick?” Stan asked
quietly.
“I don’t know.”
“I believe you guys,” said Tim, “I want to walk and talk with one
of those creatures. Are they nice? Are they gentle?" he asked.
“They're wonderful, Tim, and they have the sweetest milk you ever
tasted,” Jim Bob told him.
“The females?” asked Tim.
“No, the males,” Jim Bob smiled at him.
“Hogwash! I don’t believe a word of it!” Brick exclaimed.
“You’re afraid to believe, Brick!” Tim spoke sharply to him, “I
know you too well, Brick Armstrong. You wanna’ believe, but you
just won’t let yourself. You believe in a religion that can’t be
factually proven or tested, and a God you can’t see or talk with;
yet, these men show you real videos of what they’re telling you,
but you won’t believe them. You suggest the videos are fake. Shame
on you, Brick Armstrong. That's not the man I know and love.
You’re a bigger man than that,” Tim said indignantly. He got up
from beside Brick and left the room.
“We’re sorry, Officer Brick,” Stan apologized, “we didn’t mean to
cause no trouble.”
“It’s all right. Not to worry, Guys. He’s right. He always is. I
want to believe, but it’s just such a shock for me. I grew up
accepting religion and God, so it seems more natural than seeing a
video of Bigfoot. Excuse me, I’ll go to him. He’ll be all right in
a few minutes,” Armstrong told them.
Brick left. Stan and Jim Bob could hear soft talking and a few
sobs, then all was quiet for a few minutes. Brick and Tim returned
to the living room and everything seemed to be better. “Okay, I
apologize. I believe you men,” Brick addressed them, “I don’t know
how you did it, but then, I don’t know how your dog came to visit
and swim in our pool. I ain’t questioned you about it, and I won’t
about this. Truth is, I don’t wanna’ know. If I’m ever asked about
it, I won’t have to tell a lie, because I just won't know. All I
can say is, it was amazing, and I’m like Tim, I’d love to know a
creature like that. If it’s true there are living creatures like
them, then it means not all intelligent people were created in the
same image we were. Are there others?”
“Hundreds of thousands, Officer Brick," Jim Bob said softly, “I
wouldn’t have believed it either unless I seen it with my own
eyes. One day you will, too,” he added.
Stan and Jim Bob excused themselves and returned to their rooms in
the men’s dormitory. They decided to leave Brick and Tim alone for
a while; besides, they knew Tim was scheduled to spend the evening
in the Holy Prophet’s quarters. He had to prepare himself. Tim
never knew if he would be called upon for Scudder’s pleasure or
not. Sometime he spent all evening waiting only to be told to
return to his dorm; he would not be needed that evening.
Tim considered those evenings his good fortune. He couldn’t stand
Scudder or his advisor Austin Taycious. Brick walked into the
bedroom of his apartment. He stripped to get into the shower. He
found his young mate toweling himself dry. Tim was in the shower
for sometime cleaning his body inside and out for an evening in
the holy prophet's chambers. Brick was sad. He didn’t want Tim to
go, but he knew there was nothing he could do about it. He took
Tim in his huge arms and gently kissed him. He held his lover’s
smaller body close to his large naked body.
“Do you want me to fill you with my love to take along with you?”
Brick asked as he stole another kiss.
“You can be so damn loving and romantic when you want to be.
That’s the Brick Armstrong I’ve come to know and love,” Tim told
him and kissed him back, “I think we have time. He hasn’t called
for me the last four times I’ve spent the evening in his
apartments, but it would be nice to know your love is inside me.
The other semi-vestal virgins are complaining he and his political
adviser get so drunk they pass out most of the time before they
ever get around to seeking pleasure from them. Maybe I won't be so
lucky this time, but at least I’ll know I have your love to carry
with me.”
They didn’t say more. Brick picked Tim up in his massive arms like
he weighed less than a feather and carried him into his bedroom.
There he proceeded to carefully lube Tim’s anus and his own
roaring hard penis. He couldn’t remember when he had such a stiff
erection. Brick felt like a young stallion about to go into rut
with his mate. He couldn’t wait to feel himself inside Timmy’s
warm, clean, inviting ass. Brick mounted the young man with sure
strength and gentleness.
Tim welcomed him and swooned at the fullness of Brick’s penis
within him. Brick allowed Tim to grow accustomed to his large size
before he started to take the goodness his mate offered him. Brick
started to fuck Tim with long deep strokes that sent Tim into
orbit. He was moving around in the bed trying to get away from the
shear ecstasy of Brick’s hard shaft moving relentlessly in and out
of his gut. It seemed, the harder Tim tried to clamp his ass
muscle down around Brick’s plow, the harder he began to fuck him
like he was about to plant a row of corn in Tim’s red Earth.
Brick grabbed Tim around the waist with his massive arm and locked
him in a vice-like grip to take the rest from his lover by force.
Tim told him many times, to take it from him that way. That’s the
way he wanted it. That’s the way he liked it. He needed Brick to
be forceful with him. Brick was the only man who had the right to
take it from him the way he needed and wanted, and that included
Brick taking from him what Brick needed, for which, his hugely
muscled body yearned. Brick built up quickly to a climax and
yelled for Tim to come with him.
Brick was not a quiet lover, and Tim knew exactly when his man
would be exploding within him. He shoved his ass up to meet
Brick’s strong strokes, to feed him his ass to make his lover's
ejaculation the best he could for him. Brick yelled and Tim
erupted at the same time. Brick spilled his seed deep within Tim,
and he received Tim’s seed all over his well developed abs and
chest. He collapsed on top of Tim, and they gasped for air as they
begin to come down from their sexual high. Brick gently kissed Tim
while still rooting around in his ass. “I love you, Timmy.”
“I know you do, Officer Brick, and I love you so much,” he paused
for a moment, “You think it’s true what Jim Bob said about my love
saving you?”
“The way I feel right now and every time you give yourself to me,
I have to believe him, Sweetheart. I know what we’re doing may not
be right in God’s eyes or our faith’s eyes, but it feels so good.
When we do it, it feels so natural. How can anything that feels so
right be wrong? Jes’ ‘cause we ain’t make’n babies? I guess I
shouldn’t have doubts like that, but Lord forgive me, I can’t help
it.”
“Maybe that’s what Jim Bob was talking about, Brick. Maybe it is
right for us. Maybe it ain’t wrong. If the Holy Father fucks me,
why ain’t it right for you?”
“It ain’t right for me to question what our savior does. It can be
right for him, but not right for us. I know that don’t make sense,
but a lot of Christianity don’t make sense, yet we believe it
anyway. The Holy Father’s closer to God than we are,” Brick sighed
like it was difficult for him to hear his own words. Tim could
tell his mate was almost to the breaking point. He wondered how
they were going to work this out. He could feel the pain inside
Brick having to let Tim go to the holy prophet’s apartments for
the night.
The way Brick fucked him spoke volumes to Tim. It was one of the
sweetest fucks his mate ever threw into him, and yet, it was one
of the most heartfelt, filled with a deep longing for Tim to
belong to him and only him. Tim knew, without him saying, Brick
didn't want to share him with Scudder or Taycious. Brick slowly
removed himself from Tim, like he didn’t want to leave his body,
and held him in his arms for a while. They made tender love to
each other. “Do you want to pray before you go?” Brick asked him.
“After that fuck? Don’t you think an all seeing powerful God knows
what’s in our hearts and how we feel about each other, Officer
Brick?” Tim asked.
Brick smiled at him, “I suppose he does. You gimme' the sweetest
fuck I ever had, Timmy. You always do. You never let me down. You
know what’s in my heart, don’t you?” Brick asked.
“Of course. I feel the same, but until we’re raptured or taken
away in a flying saucer we must survive. To survive we have to
play by someone else’s rules. I love you enough I’ll play by those
rules until I can have you to myself, Brick. I love you that
much.”
“I love you, too, Timmy. I won’t be here this evening when you get
back, but don’t go back to the dorm. You come back here and sleep
in our bed for the rest of the night. I don’t know when I’ll be
in. I have some things to do for the Holy Father. I’m in charge of
the men guarding him tonight. I’m the officer on duty all evening.
I might not be in until morning. I think he does that just to get
me out of the way when you spend an evening in his apartments. At
least I’m busy, and it keeps my mind occupied so I won’t have to
think about you lying with him, or worse, lying with Taycious.”
“I’ve only been with him once, and it was awful. He’s like being
with a misshapen fat woman. He's got tits almost like a woman's. I
almost threw up. God I hope I don’t have to perform for him,” Tim
lamented.
Tim got dressed, they said their goodbyes, and he left for the
Holy Temple where he would be picked up and taken to Scudder’s
apartments. The theocratic administration didn’t actually use the
White House to live in anymore. It was more for guests and show.
Scudder stayed in the White House only when he had guests or
foreign dignitaries visited. He insisted on keeping his own
apartments separate from the White House. He was also a bit
paranoid and felt if he alternated between the two, if terrorists
tried to take out one or the other, they couldn’t be sure where he
was. It didn’t make a lot to sense to other folks, but to Scudder
it seemed plausible.
* * * * * * *
Later that evening Stan got a phone call in his dorm room. Jim Bob
was with him. They returned from a late snack in the cafeteria
before it closed for the evening and just finished talking with
Moe. They found out Waco and the Buttercup recently returned from
Mars that afternoon and exchanged greetings with him and Captain
Vinceeth. They were glad to hear about all the new and wonderful
things going on.
Jim Bob overheard Stan’s conversation on the phone. “What? Calm
down, Tim. We’re here for you, Buddy. Now, tell me what happened?”
Stan paused to listen for a moment, “Okay, take a towel and put
pressure on it, and we’ll be right there.” Stan hung up the phone
and turned to Jim Bob. Stan was white as a sheet.
“What’s a' matter, Cowboy?” Jim Bob asked.
“It’s started, J. B.” Stan said, “From what I understand, Scudder
and Taycious ganged up on Timmy and mistreated him. He’s bleeding
out his ass, and he's scared to death.”
“Let’s went!” Jim Bob exclaimed as they grabbed their backpacks
and hurried out of the room. They showed the guards at the dorm
their after hours passes and the guards at Brick’s apartment
complex waved them through as regulars. They were on a first name
basis by that time. They rushed into the guest bedroom and found
Timmy unconscious lying in a pool of his own blood. “Oh, my God!
See if he has a pulse, Stan!” Jim Bob barked at his mate.
Stan knew how to take a person’s pulse and put his fingers of one
hand on Tim’s wrist and two fingers of his other hand to the
artery on his neck. “It’s faint, but he’s still alive," he said.
"What’ll we do?” Jim Bob asked.
“We can’t call the Holy City emergency. If Scudder and Taycious
done this no telling what else they might do to keep it quiet. Tim
could mysteriously die or disappear. I wouldn’t put it past them
bastards,” Stan said.
“You’re right. Kyron are you monitoring?” Jim Bob asked.
“I am, sir, I’ve alerted Captain Waco and Admiral Long. They’re on
their way to the Buttercup with Master Charlie, Captain Jones,
Cable, Captain Vinceeth, Ox, Moe, Jesse Watkins, Utah, and several
other folks who are concerned friends of yours. They should be
there in a few minutes. Do you think he can hold on?”
“I don’t know. Stan is putting pressure on the wound at his
rectum, but the bleeding is very slow. I ain’t sure he has much
blood left in him. There’s a lot of blood around, and we don’t
know how much he lost before he got here. His Wranglers are filled
with blood. Please tell them to hurry. We don’t want to take him
to emergency here, because of the circumstances. They just might
make him disappear to save themselves from political
embarrassment," Jim Bob explained their fears.
“I understand, J. B.” Kyron said, using the familiar, “Message
relayed, Son,” he added.
It didn’t take Waco and the Buttercup more that ten minutes, and
they were over the Holy City. Myra locked onto the three men’s
DNA, and in the twinkling of an eye, they were in sickbay on board
the Buttercup. Jim Bob was giving Tim mouth to mouth
resuscitation.
“I think his heart stopped a couple of minutes ago,” Stan said. He
and Jim Bob were covered in Timmy’s blood.
“Who has ‘O’ negative blood?” Cable asked. Several hands went up.
Stan was closest. Cable motioned for him to get on the table next
to the one where they laid Tim. They hooked Stan up with a line to
Tim’s arm and Cable used the paddles to shock Tim to revive his
heart. It started beating again and started pumping blood from
Stan into Tim. Soon the color in Tim’s cheeks started to return.
Jesse stepped up and put his hand on Tim’s chest. “I’ll keep his
heart beating. Set up the others who can give him blood, and get
the bleeding stopped.”
Cable knew that was the best option and took blood from Jim Bob
next. As he was lying on the table Jim Bob spoke to Stan, “We
gotta' get back, Cowboy. If Officer Armstrong comes home and finds
all that blood he’s gonna’ go bananas and probably call security.
We gotta’ explain to him what happened so’s he don’t think we done
nothing to Tim,” he said.
“You’re right. Captain Waco can ya’ll drop us back into the same
place you took us from. We got things to do, but please monitor
us. We may need to be pulled out of there in a hurry,” Stan said.
“You got it, Brother, and I gotta' say, Stan, I’m damn proud of
you and Jim Bob. You done the right thing by having Kyron send for
us. You must be listening to them voices. I agree with you, Tim
probably would have disappeared with no trace. We’ll keep constant
watch over you,” Waco encouraged him.
By the time Jim Bob finished his blood donation, they had the flow
stopped from Tim’s ass, but they had major surgery to perform on
him when they took him back to the Mighty Bee. He was torn
internally. It was necessary for them to clean his lower tract or
peritonitis would set in, and he would die. They returned Jim Bob
and Stan to the guest bedroom in Brick’s apartment. “Oh, my God!
It’s beginning to smell. What should we do? Do you think we should
clean it up?” Stan asked.
“No! Absolutely not!” Jim Bob exclaimed, “Officer Brick should see
what his heroes done to the man he loves. We may see a reborn
Brick Armstrong we never planned on,” he said quietly.
“Look! I’m gonna’ let you do all the talking, Cowboy. I don’t
think I’m strong enough right now. I’m sure this is why the voices
sent you to me. I couldn’t do this by myself, J. B. All that
blood. It was just too much,” Stan broke into tears and Jim Bob
took him into his arms.
“You’re stronger than you think, Stan. I know you. Don’t never
underestimate yourself, Cowboy. I have faith in you, but I ain’t a
bit afraid of explaining to Brick Armstrong what we found here,”
Jim Bob wanted to be strong for his mate. He was becoming the
alpha-male he wanted to be for Stan.
About that time they heard a key in the door. It was early morning
about two a.m. Brick was returning to the apartment. “We’re in
here, Officer Brick,” Jim Bob called to him.
Brick Armstrong walked into a horrible scene with the two young
cowboys covered in blood. The room stank of stale blood. It looked
like a murder took place. Jim Bob and Stan were sitting on the
edge of the bed with their heads hung down. “My God in heaven!
What happened here? Where’s Timmy?” he exclaimed.
Jim Bob carefully told him about getting a phone call from Tim,
and what they found when they got there; what Tim told them
happened; what they did for him and why. They pointed out Tim’s
bloody pants in the adjoining bathroom. They explained their
paranoia about calling emergency at the Holy City since Scudder
and Taycious did it to him, they might make arrangements for him
to disappear. Besides, they weren’t sure their emergency team
could get to him as fast as their people. They assured Brick, Tim
was fine now, and would probably recover. “He’s in good hands; the
best medical care he could possibly get. They’re operating on him
to wash his lower tract to keep peritonitis from setting in and
killing him,” Jim Bob explained. Somehow, Brick knew these men
were not lying to him, but it was such a shock to him.
“You mean Tim is with your people?” he asked.
“Yes, Officer Brick. He damn near died. His heart stopped, and if
it wasn’t for Jim Bob giving him mouth to mouth until they could
start his heart again he would’ve died. We gave him our blood
since we’re both ‘O’ negative,” Stan said. The men showed Brick
the wounds in their arms where the transfusion needle went in.
“How do I know you men didn’t do away with him and are making this
up to confuse me? The Devil can do things like that,” Armstrong
still clung to his misguided beliefs at a time when the truth was
right before him.
“You believed the video we showed you of the lummox, right?” Stan
asked.
“Yeah, it was either believe it or lose my mate,” Brick stammered.
Jim Bob picked up the remote to the TV in the guest bedroom and
clicked it on. He clicked to Channel three. “Kyron, could you feed
the video of us on the Buttercup with Tim Kelly?”
“Happy to, Jim Bob,” a man’s deep voice came over the TV speaker.
Brick’s mouth dropped open as his saw his lover’s body covered in
blood being lowered onto a table by Stan and Jim Bob. He heard
Stan say he thought Timmy’s heart stopped. He watched in awe as
everything unfolded to save Tim’s life. The men worked together
like a well oiled machine. It was obvious they were no novices to
emergency care or conditions. Around Tim were several men fussing
over him. He watched as Stan lay on a table next to Tim with a
transfusion needle in his arm pumping blood into his friend. One
very handsome naked man who looked like an angel was inspecting
Tim’s rectum and seemed to be applying pads to it. Another tall,
good looking man held his hand over Tim’s chest. He heard him say,
“I’ll keep his heart beating. Set up the others who can give him
blood and get the bleeding stopped.”
“I’ve seen enough!” Brick turned away from the gore. Jim Bob
thanked Kyron and clicked off the TV. A sudden fire flashed in
Brick’s eyes. His head rolled back and caused Stan great fear he
was going to lash out at them. Jim Bob stood to protect Stan. “You
men stay here. Get yourselves cleaned up. Leave the room like it
is, but close the door. I’ll be back in a little while. If you’re
tired and need to lie down, use my bed.”
“What are you gonna’ do, Brick?” asked Jim Bob dropping the
formality. “Don’t do anything rash, sir. Listen to me, Officer
Armstrong, Tim is gonna' be okay. For all practical purposes, he’s
been raptured. We know you’re angry, Brick, but remember your
teachings, you can’t take an eye for an eye. Jesus didn’t teach
that. You’ll be together again. It's why we're here. Trust us,
Brick!” Jim Bob almost yelled at the big man.
“I do trust you, but there’s something I gotta’ do, and you men
can’t help me. So stay here, and I’ll be back in a while," he
demanded.
“All right, sir, we told you we’d be here for you and we will.
Just don’t go hurt’n nobody, Brick. We can get you out of some
major jams, but don’t overdo.”
“You men have to trust me.”
“Okay, sir, we’ll be here for you,” Jim Bob assured him.
Brick stormed out of the apartment. Jim Bob hadn’t been around
Stan and the voices long, but his sensitivity was building every
day. He saw a dark cloud surrounding Brick, and he was afraid for
him. He expressed his fear to Stan. Stan spoke, “Kyron, can you
put robo-cams on Officer Brick so we can monitor his progress?” he
asked. Kyron asked the Admiral’s approval and he gave it.
“Done!” Kyron replied, “I’ll give you a feed into the TV in
Officer Brick’s apartment."
“Thanks, Kyron, you’re a good friend,” Jim Bob said.
“You’re welcome, and thank you, Mr. Dodge,” Kyron replied
modestly.
* * * * * * *
Officer Brick took off a little early. He didn’t bother to leave
anyone else in charge as everything seemed to be okay. They often
overlapped each others duty, and he just assumed the next officer
would already be on duty. He wasn’t. Brick got to Scudder’s
apartments and found the same guards on duty. He dismissed them
telling them he would be around and had some paperwork to catch up
on, they could go early. They didn’t argue with him. He called his
replacement and told him to take his time he was going to be
around for a while, and he would take some of his duty. Brick
jokingly added he probably owed him a couple hours anyway. His
replacement was happy for that and said he’d be in a little later.
Brick was alone guarding Scudder and Taycious. He knew they were
both still there because of the sign-in roster. He went into the
apartment and found a mess. There was blood everywhere. Obviously,
Tim bled a lot before he managed to beg his way out or left after
they passed out from booze. Brick’s heart leaped to his throat. If
there was any doubt in his mind about Jim Bob and Stan’s story, it
was dispelled by the copious amounts of blood around the
apartment. Brick instinctively knew it wasn’t Scudder's or
Taycious’ blood. The thought struck him it was the same smell as
the blood in his guest bedroom. It was Timmy’s smell. It was his
young lover’s blood. Brick’s heart broke at the realization.
Everything he held dear in his life and any thread of hope or
decency he had because of his strong faith left him.
He became as empty as a conch shell washed up on a deserted
tropical beach. He didn’t care to think about God, Jesus, or the
very idea of a Holy Father who could do something like this to one
of his trusting flock, let alone indirectly to Brick himself. He
saw it as small minded vengeance on Scudder's part. Was he trying
to teach Brick a lesson? Timmy was his property? The words ‘blind
faith’ kept repeating over and over in his mind. He once was
blind, but now could see. What was that from? Where had he heard
that before? He was a lost child in a man’s body, no more, no
less; trusting and gullible. Look what he found. There was no
grace to be amazed by any more. Nothing but evil intent and evil
by portent. To Hell with forgiveness. It was payback time. Gimme'
dat old time religion. An eye for an eye and a tooth for tooth;
yea, sinner, an asshole for an asshole. It was downright biblical.
He would show Scudder and Taycious their way to hades.
Sure enough, he found Scudder and Taycious passed out naked as the
day they were born. They hadn’t even bothered to clean themselves.
Scudder had blood on his abdomen and all over his shriveled dick.
Taycious had blood up and down his right arm and all over his
hand. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out he
fist-fucked Tim and was the one who probably tore him open, but
the most awful thought was Scudder fucked the boy after he was
torn and bleeding. The evidence was right there before him. It was
also obvious to Brick they were so drunk they finally passed out
thereby giving Tim a chance to escape and probably saved his life.
Brick went into action. He tied Scudder up with some drapery cords
he knew were kept as extras in the closet. He duct taped his mouth
shut and tied him to a chair. He tied Austin’s hands behind his
back and duct taped his mouth to keep him quiet. He took off his
own clothes and proceeded to fuck the shit out of Austin. Taycious
woke up getting fucked hard by Brick and his eyes got very wide.
He tried to scream, but his mouth was taped shut. Brick smiled at
the horror in his eyes as he continued to fuck him like a pony
express rider late with the mail.
He noticed Scudder was coming around and was jolted wide awake
when he saw his political adviser being fucked by a man like he
was a raging stallion. Brick smiled at Scudder and told him he was
next. Brick shot his load into Austin but didn’t stop there. He
found a jar of lubrication called ‘elbow grease’ popular with gay
men for fist fucking and proceeded to lube up his hand and
forearm. The jar didn’t look like it had been used. He wondered if
Austin fist fucked his mate without any lubrication. Brick decided
he wouldn’t be that ruthless whether Taycious was or not.
Taycious’ eyes got real big and he kept shaking his head ‘no’ for
Brick not to fist him. Brick paid him no attention and was not
gentle. He finally popped his huge hand inside Austin and fucked
him hard until he was sure he tore him internally. When he
pulled his fist out in one giant balled knot, it was covered in
blood. Austin Taycious was whimpering like a puppy. Brick hog tied
him and went after Scudder. The Holy Prophet was wide awake by
that time and was far more animated than Taycious was. He was
actually a pretty good fuck, Brick thought to himself. It took him
longer to come inside the Holy Father, but he finally blew and
knew he couldn’t walk away without one final present for his so
called savior.
* * * * * * *
Jim Bob and Stan sat in Brick’s apartment watching what he was
doing to Austin Taycious and then to the Holy Prophet. They were
stunned. “Should we do anything?” Stan asked Jim Bob.
“What can we do? Who’s gonna’ believe us if we try to contact
anyone? Furthermore, we could be thought of as part of a
conspiracy. Brick’s doing what he has to do. I’m not sure I agree
with it, but if I put you in Timmy’s place and me in Officer
Brick’s, I wouldn’t be that nice to them. I would just take my
service revolver and blown their damn head’s off,” Jim Bob said in
a way that left no doubt in Stan's mind.
“You feel that much for me, J.B.?” Stan asked quietly.
“Bet chore’ sweet cowboy ass, Babe. You're my good, faithful pony,
and I don't want no other cowboy ride'n you but me,” Jim Bob
smiled at Stan, then winced at another hugely heroic lunge Brick
took into Scudder’s ass. They had a conflict of mixed emotions.
They didn’t know whether to feel really bad for Scudder and
Taycious or make popcorn and enjoy the rest of the show.
“Do you think we should contact him and tell him to cool it by way
of the robo-cams? He might think we was the voice of God tell’n
him not to do harm to them,” Stan suggested.
“No, he’d recognize our voices. Them voices is tell'n me we gotta’
stay out of this, Little Brother. It has to unfold the way they
got in mind for it to happen. Anything we do to the contrary might
fuck it up,” Jim Bob said.
“Oh, God, J. B., I don’t mind tell’n you, I’m afraid,” Stan said
quietly.
“What, Cowboy? And you think I ain’t? This whole thing’s got me
scared shit-less, but I see the bigger picture. What if it was you
I walked in and found bleeding to death out chore’ sweet little
butt? What if it was me? We can’t stay here that long to find out.
I’m appealing to the Admiral and our friends to get us out of here
ASAP. I’m willing to stick around until we help Officer Brick. We
already done got Timmy out. Surely they won’t make him come back.
Scudder and Taycious would do away with him for damn sure. Being
scared is the better part of heroism, Cowboy, knowing you’re
afraid and not letting it stop you from doing what’s right or what
you need to do,” Jim Bob said with strong commitment.
* * * * * * *
Brick was through fucking Scudder. He set him back in the chair
and ripped the duct tape from his mouth. “You sorry son of a
bitch, I’ll have you shot for this. How dare you do something like
this to your savior. I took you in as a kid. You had no parents
and no home. I became your parent,” Scudder lashed out at Brick.
“Yeah, you took me in, fucked me and made me suck your dick until
I was in my late teens. When I wasn't young enough for you no
more, you slapped my ass in that religious orphanage and forgot
about me until I graduated Baylor. Then you gimme' a job when I
graduated so's you could use me some more. You made me a member of
your guard and castrated me with chemicals to serve you without
question. Just like you done with all them other guards who are
like brainwashed mindless robots. Well, I ain’t castrated no more.
I grew my balls back, and you ain’t no savior. You’re a stupid,
ignorant, evil little man what has risen to a position of power
far greater than you ever deserved. You’re a false prophet who was
sent by the demons of Hell by way of the stupidity and blind faith
of people who no longer have claim to their own souls. They have
become unintelligent zombies, the painfully ignorant lower middle
class and poor who have been brainwashed by endless propaganda and
mendacity. I am more of a holy man than you will ever be. At least
I know the difference between right and wrong. You and your life
are wrong,” Officer Armstrong told him.
“What are you talking about? What are you planning to do,
Armstrong? I’ll have you castrated and burned at the stake as a
heretic and terrorist,” Scudder threatened him.
“Well, if I’m gonna’ be killed for what I just done, I might as
well take you with me,” Brick smiled at Scudder.
“What? What are you doing?" Scudder demanded. Brick took his
service revolver out of his shoulder holster he put back on when
he dressed. He aimed it at Scudder’s head, “Don’t shoot me, Brick!
I didn’t mean to hurt Timmy. I was drunk. It was Austin who hurt
him. I wasn’t paying any attention and fucked him afterward. We
didn’t realize he was hurt,” Scudder pleaded afraid for his life.
“There’s blood all over the goddamn apartment, and it ain’t yours
or Austin’s. You ain’t only stupid, you’re blind! I don’t care.
He’s gone to a better place. I know he’s gonna’ be all right. He’s
been raptured, something I plan to make damn sure never happens
for you. I'm sending you straight to Hell, you fat-assed ugly
mother fucker!” Brick took careful aim and pulled the trigger. He
watched as the bullet slammed into the side of Scudder’s head,
ripped through the tissue, bone, sinew, gray matter, and blew a
huge chunk out of his skull. Blood and brains spewed out the other
side. It splatted against the wall and ran in bloody chunks down
the wainscoting onto the floor. As Scudder’s eyes rolled back into
his skull, he kicked out and up with his feet, and flew over
backward. His body shuddered a couple of times, his head flopped
loosely over to one side, and his tongue snaked out of his mouth
as one huge spit bubble appeared, grew larger, then burst. His
body let out one final sigh, he farted loudly as his body released
his waste, and he was dead.
Brick Armstrong felt no remorse. He felt no emotion whatsoever. If
he felt anything at all, he felt relief, like the long nightmare
was over. He simply ran out of road. There was no horizon
for him to see. He thought about eating a bullet himself.
Something spoke to him in the back of his mind and told him not
to. It was out of his hands now. He did what he was meant to do.
He was neither guilty nor to blame. He was a pawn, a player on a
stage, a character in a novel who asked for only one more crust of
bread, another bowl of food, who spoke his lines and did his
assigned task in this minute history to make the pieces fit. Out
of blood and chaos it was coming together.
He was only a bit player in the bigger picture, a pawn in a
universal game of chess. All he had to do now was relax, and let
it be. Everything was out of his hands. He worked so hard all his
life to find love and be loved, to just belong to something
greater than himself. How had it come to this? How strange. He
suddenly had a full heart. He knew he was becoming a part of
something larger than himself, something he didn’t fear, something
which brought him great calm. He knew someone would hear the shot,
but he didn’t care. He took out his cell phone and punched the
number for the Holy City police. The desk Sergeant answered,
“Sergeant Abrams. Holy City Police.”
“Sergeant Abrams,” Brick said in a calm voice, “This is Officer
Brick Armstrong calling from the apartments of the Holy Prophet. I
think you better send some men over. I just shot and killed Dr.
Scudder. I’ll be waiting for you, unarmed,” Brick said and shut
off his phone. He emptied the chamber of his gun and threw it on
the floor next to Scudder’s body. He looked over at Austin who was
lying as still as possible to keep from drawing attention to
himself. Brick slowly walked into the other room and sat down to
wait for the police.
End Of Chapter 39 ~ Waco’s Lummox
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*Huell Howser ~ no disrespect to Mr. Howser intended. The author
is a great fan of Mr. Howser's work and thinks he has a cute butt.
*Dromell-chime ~ A Visallian musical instrument said to have the
power to seal a bond of love and/or affection between two souls,
no matter gender.