Date: Wed, 5 May 2010 22:32:16 EDT
From: Mddnspnk@aol.com
Subject: A Tale of Two Men, Part 8

For those of you who wrote and said you were sorry to see it end, this is
for you.  After a break, matching the story, I imagined that the following
might occur.  Hope it lives up to the previous.  This is an original story,
with all rights reserved.  Questions and comments may be sent to
mddnspnk@aol.com.  You are invited to comment on what you liked.  And it is
still a story, not a sound bite, so if you need it to flash, then it
wouldn't be worth your time to read.  But if you have a cup of coffee and a
few minutes, have a read.



A Tale of Two Men

- Part 8 Cleaning Up

Standing there, at the door, waiting...Tim began to breath again.  To
settle down.  To feel the fog clearing.  "What am I doing," he asked
himself tentatively.  "Came here to establish myself as
independent...equal...but I've just let my friendly, helpful nature take
over.  Easy stuff to do...I'm good at it...and don't like conflict because
most conflict can be resolved by reasonableness.  But...somehow...don't
feel like he knows who I am."

Feeling himself relax just a bit, the slight pressure ease in his groin, he
thought "And with the wife out of town for the week, always happens for me
to get hard when exerting.  Good for burning off some desire...but can show
up a little sometimes too."

Shaking his head a bit...clearing out the cobwebs...Tim thought more
definitively "Well, I've been friendly and helpful.  Now it's time to be
assertive and show who I am.  Now...need to get going."

Right then, as Tim stepped toward the front of the porch, Darryl came
around the side of the house.  Seeing him, Tim said "This has been a great
workout...even broke a sweat...but gonna need to get on the road."

Without breaking stride Darryl walked past the steps to drop off the rock
he was carrying.  Not responding until he was past the steps, Darryl said
over his shoulder "Yes, you have your responsibilities."

"Yes, I do," echoed Tim, a bit surprised to hear agreement on that as he
watched Darryl put down the big rock.

Walking back to the porch, Darryl said in a matter of fact voice "Each day
calls for readjustments of priorities.  You have to determine how important
something is.  And the time I gave you let you see that your meeting is
important."

Nodding his head Tim agreed "Yes, I do have to make judgments and
determinations.  Part of the job.  Part of the role," pleased that he could
once again assert that he was a decider, in charge.

Climbing the steps Darryl said "Then by all means I'll make sure you get to
the meeting."  Which brought a quick smile and deep breath of relief to
Tim, who once again experienced the pleasure of asserting himself in a way
that did not bring conflict.  "Ok.  Good.  Thanks," responded Tim as Darryl
passed him and went to the door.

Opening the door and stepping in Darryl said "I'll let you go.  But I have
my responsibilities too.  Which I have to take care of..." Darryl said as
he motioned for Tim to move to a spot right beside him on the foyer carpet.
"Oh...yeah...of course," agreed Tim as he automatically followed Darryl
into the house and then to the free spot next to him.

As Darryl started taking off his shoes, Tim did the same.  "You did good
work today...you have a good eye...that garden is already looking much
better," Darryl talked easily.  "Sorry to see you go.  There's much more I
had planned to use you on."

Responding to the compliments, Tim smiled, and said "I'm sure there
is...but I want to have the meeting today rather than tomorrow.  Now...just
need to get changed."

Hearing the extra touch of assertion in the small man's voice, Darryl
glanced at Tim as he was standing back up, thinking to himself "You're
going to get changed, little man...but you're going to have to ask for it"
and then said "Looks like you brought in half the yard there, Timmy.  What
did you do to yourself?" as he reached out and brushed off Tim's back a few
times.

"Oh..." startled Tim when he felt the big hand quickly brush down his back,
"forgot about that.  Slipped and fell.  It's nothing."

After giving a third brush while Tim was speaking, Darryl said "No, this
won't do.  Too much on here to brush off."

"Well, I was just going to go to the bathroom and change," explained Tim.

"No, not with that mess on you.  You'd be dropping dirt on the way,"
declared Darryl.  "Take it off here," he continued as he slipped two
fingers under the collar and tugged up to show what he wanted, "Don't want
all the dirt tracking through the house."

"uh...well...uh...yeah," processed Tim thinking he hadn't realized how much
dirt he had on him from the fall, "that'd probably be better," and
proceeded to try to pull the shirt out.  However, the oversized shorts were
pinned so tight Tim couldn't pull the t-shirt out.  He tried again...then
shifted his hands and tried pulling again.  But the shirt wouldn't come out
of the shorts.

Busying himself with something in the closet, Darryl let Tim try.  Finally,
he closed the closet door, looked at Tim, and with a touch of impatience
said "Come on...Get that shirt off."

"I...uh...it won't...grunt...come out," offered Tim as he tried again.

"Well you're not leaving this spot until it's off," declared Darryl.

"ugh..." grunted Tim as he tried again, realizing now that somehow the
shirt was knotted up inside the shorts, and even though he had tried, he
couldn't unpin the shorts in the back.  Finally, quietly he said "uh...the
shirt's stuck in the back."

"I can see that" responded Darryl.

"Yes," answered Tim.  Then, when nothing more was forthcoming from Darryl,
Tim finally asked "would you...um...be able to unpin the shorts?"

Gazing down at the short man, Darryl waited a couple beats, then said "I
put you in there...only right that I get you out.  Turn around, little
man."  Tim's ears turned red faster than his body turned around.  But he
did want out of the t-shirt now, so he turned around to give Darryl access
to the pin.  And then stayed red as he felt the tightening as Darryl undid
the pin.  Followed by a he thought silent grunt of relief at the easing of
pressure around his waist.

Before Tim could take his second breath, however, he felt big hands taking
hold of the t-shirt and pulling it straight up.  So quickly and
determinedly that Tim's arms went up as well as Darryl stripped the t-shirt
right off Tim, the protest that he could do it himself forming in his mouth
only after it wasn't needed.  Then, shrugging his shoulders a little bit,
Tim thought "well...I would have done it...guess it doesn't matter now."

"Here, put that by the shoes," Darryl said as he held out the t-shirt.
Glancing at the shoes, Tim shook his head slightly trying to process why it
needed to go there...and just as he was going to say "why don't you just
put it there", Darryl said sharply "Fold it so the dirt's next to the
material."

A bit startled at the tone, Tim forgot his thought but instead thought
again about the fall he took and the dirt..."well, he did let me wear it
instead of getting my own clothes dirty...should at least put it in order
now that I'm done wearing it" and accepted the t-shirt, folded it, and
placed it by the shoes.

"Since I've got to get you taken care of, think I'll change too," said
Darryl as he began to pull off his sweat soaked t-shirt.  Right next to the
big man, Tim's mind absorbed how wet Darryl's t-shirt was.  "Mine was wet
cuz it was hot and we worked hard...but still only in spots...that thing is
plastered to him" Tim processed.  And then watched as Darryl's hands pulled
up the bottom of his t-shirt, lifting it to reveal a flat stomach, lightly
covered with dark hair contrasting with his skin.  And then his eyes
traveled up as Darryl's hands lifted the t-shirt higher, up over his chest.
Mouth slowly dropping open, Tim stared at the massive chest right in front
of him...meaty, hairy pecs right at eye level...so naturally filled with
the unreal strength that his mind unconsciously recalled.

Eyes unable to shift, Tim only barely registered Darryl's hands reaching
behind his head to pull the t-shirt off by the collar.  In his peripheral
vision, and in the peripheral part of his brain, Tim saw the deep, full
lats that framed the barrel chest...and the powerhouse arms that were
bigger than his quads...but could not register a conscious thought.  And
was thus only dimly aware of Darryl speaking.

"Hmmm...can't put this down here...too wet...it'll make a mess of that
dirt..." Darryl thought aloud, his voice on a time delay from Tim's ears to
his brain.  "Need a good place to put this for now" Darryl
continued..."Let's see..." as he lifted the t-shirt over Tim's head and
lowered it down.  "Arms up," Darryl ordered in a warship captain's voice
that brokered no hesitation, let alone objection.

The clarity of the order reached Tim's brain faster, so he automatically
lifted his arms.  As Darryl lowered the t-shirt over Tim's arms he said in
a voice of encouragement "That's a lot better than having your arms pinned
down by the shirt, isn't it?"

"uh...yeah," Tim replied automatically, thinking Darryl had asked a
question, part of his brain knowing it was better to have his arms free.
Then, as his body felt the wetness and sent messages to his brain, Tim's
eyes flashed open wide.  And his face went beet red when Darryl's next
remark "It's good to have a movable hanger" penetrated his consciousness.

As he part of his brain reacted, objecting, Tim shifted...but his brain
received a strong flash message from his body as he shifted and got more
input "he was so sweaty...he worked so hard...lifting that tree stump so
powerfully...this is the result of that...man...thought I sweat a lot...I
never sweat like this..."  His mind again on overload, only part of Tim's
brain heard Darryl's next statement.

"Those shorts were covered too, Timmy.  Take them off now."

His independent thinking occupied with overwhelming sensory input, Tim
responded automatically by removing the oversized, baggy shorts...and
putting them on top of the t-shirt when he saw Darryl point.  Then, in a
flash part of his brain processed "wait...oh...ok...still have underwear
on...and the t-shirt's long enough to cover."

Seeing Tim's mind working, Darryl gave him a moment to process, a slight
smirk turning up one corner of his mouth.  Time to put you in the deep end,
little man.

Shifting just a bit and reaching down, Darryl said "Let me see..." as he
lifted up the long t-shirt and looked at Tim's briefs covered butt.  "You
must have slipped in a wet spot, Timmy.  These look like some of the dirt
penetrated.  Get `em off" Darryl ordered.

Frozen by the shock of the huge man already being inside his space, lifting
the t-shirt and looking even before he could object, once again realizing
the objection would be pointless since it was after the fact...his brain
still absorbing the input from the t-shirt...Tim only dimly processed
Darryl's instruction.

As his hands moved to comply, however, Tim hesitated, thinking "wait...this
t-shirt's soaking wet...why does he care about my underwear being wet from
the fall?"  Then Tim's throat started to work "uh...wait...is it really
that dirty?..."

Hearing Tim's objection, Darryl simply gave Tim's bottom a firm swat of
instruction, his big hand covering much of both cheeks.  "uhgghh," escaped
from Tim's lips as his butt sent an flash message to his brain...knocking
all other thoughts out as he bent over and removed the briefs in a flash.

After looking at Tim's pale little, mini-muscular butt cheeks as he obeyed,
Darryl lowered the t-shirt down for Tim to feel that his modesty was
preserved.  Then shifted a bit...moving a little more in front of Tim.
"Let's see...I've taken care to make sure the dirt stays contained so you
won't have to clean it up," Darryl spoke as he lifted his right arm up and
reached out to the shelf above the mirror, his arm higher than Tim's head,
extending at an angle across Tim's line of sight.

"And I'm going to get you cleaned up for your next thing," Darryl continued
as he lifted up and put back down slightly to the right an earthen vase,
his bicep and triceps flexing in harmony with each other.

"In between there is one thing I need to do," declared Darryl.

Eyes locked in to the colossal muscle right in front of him, like a field
mouse hypnotized by the eyes of a King Cobra, Tim could only utter
"um...uh...what...what's that?"

"I'm going to make you feel good.  Settled.  Make you feel that
everything's in its proper place.  Do you want me to do that, little man?"
said Darryl with a bit of encouragement, a lot of assurance, and unspoken
demanding certainty.

"uh...yeah..." stuttered Tim as he nodded slightly, still spellbound.

"Tell me in words, little man.  Tell me what you want," Darryl demanded.

"uh...oh...uh...I want...uh..." Tim stammered, his voice desperately trying
to remember what Darryl had said, knowing deep inside himself that it was
important, "I want you to put everything in its proper place."

As Tim was speaking, Darryl reached his left hand around to the back of
Tim's head.  As soon as Tim finished, Darryl's big hand made contact and
started pushing Tim's head in to Darryl's right armpit.

Slowly...

steadily...

mesmorizingly...

"uh...no...wait..." Tim objected weakly, hands going up to hold himself
clear.  Left hand landing on Darryl's wide lat, right hand on the thick
pec.  Pushing into the unyielding slabs of muscle.  To no effect.  Tim's
eyes got closer and closer to his next destination.  Fingers white from the
pressure he was exerting, Tim panted "no...no...not again" in a voice of
resistance, confusion, and astonishment as his full effort had absolutely
no impact on keeping his independence.

Until finally, eyes wider than ever before, Tim's face went in to Darryl's
armpit.

Darryl's unrelenting pressure continued, pushing Tim's face deeper in to
the cavity...like the lunar module slowly descending...

until finally...

touchdown.

Tim's nose pressed in to the hairy armpit...flat against the skin...so far
in that when Tim began to utter his next feeble protest, his lips moved
against the hair and skin of the overpowering man.  "kgrughkg" gurgled Tim
as his lips tasted the sweaty, salty, musky man who had eliminated all
other options.

"That's what I do, Timmy," said Darryl assuredly, condescendingly, with
complete assertiveness, "Put boys in their place."

Finally giving in to his desperate need, Tim took a long, deep breath, his
attempt to hold out proving useless against Darryl's tireless strength.
Slowly...deeply...as a penetrating calm filled him up way down inside, Tim
heard the deep voice above him "And when a man asks to be put in his place,
even better."

"rmgppg," rumbled Tim deep inside the cavern, his ears burning a bit as his
primitive brain understood...that he had asked...that he had wanted to feel
Darryl's power...and then, as he took another breath, the resistance was
washed out by the overwhelming musk of the virile, masculine man.  As he
took more breaths, his lips somehow still moving a little against the skin
and hair in his holding pen, Tim also responded non-verbally as his dick
filled up with Darryl's aggressive musk.  "ugguhgh," groaned Tim as the
heavy, wet t-shirt put pressure on his now rock hard dick.

Shifting Tim's head slightly first up and down, the side to side, Darryl
rumbled a deep bellow as he felt Tim's face servicing his armpit.  "Have to
renew my scent markings, don't I, little man?" Darryl stated in the form of
a question, but Tim knew in his primitive brain the strong man was not
asking.  And he moaned again hearing Darryl's next comment "Can't wait to
hear you offer your submission, Timmy.  Asking me to give you what you
need.  Won't that be good, little man?"

Face, nose, lips smeared with Darryl's bull scent, steel hard dick covered
by Darryl's sweat soaked t-shirt, hands rubbing granite slabs of muscle,
Tim moaned again..."gmrmglgldldmfmfffffffff"

To Be Continued...