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