Date: Mon, 21 Jun 2010 11:23:49 EDT
From: Mddnspnk@aol.com
Subject: A Tale of Two Men, Part 9

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 9 Laboring

Big left hand encasing Tim's head, holding the small man pressed in to his
armpit, making him breathe in his strong scent, shifting Tim's head a
little up and down and side to side to rub his nose and face in the hairy
armpit, Darryl grunted from deep within.  "Oh yeah...nothing like a forced
face rub in my pit."

Ears burning, Tim tried to reply "...rmmdlghfpwprpfh".

"Yes, I know you agree, little man."

"gmfrllfdd!"

"It's all right, Timmy.  I know.  You need to be in there...feeling my
power...feeling the difference between us.  Feeling the rightness of my
scent markings on you."

"...rdlfk...dlghrrp" came Tim's weak reply.

"Now...I think you're covered sufficiently in my scent now that I'll
recognize you," declared Darryl as he pulled Tim's head back out, then
slowly lowered his powerful arm.

After a few moments back in the open, although still held by Darryl's
strong hand, Tim slowly opened his eyes.  Seeing the massive chest in front
of him, his eyes flashed opened wide, intimidated yet partially recovering
his awareness.  And...with the intensity of the moment...he remembered his
desire to assert himself and maintain his independence.
"...I...uh...You...um..." Tim stumbled.

Waiting patiently, in total control, his serene confidence oozing down over
the small man, Darryl said "Yes, Timmy?" his voice filled with that same
confidence and assurance.

"...I...um...You...you didn't...have to do that," sputtered Tim.

Chuckling, Darryl waited until Tim finally raised his eyes up to look at
him.  "I didn't have to do that?  But, Timmy, you asked me too."

Ears and cheeks turning 2 shades of red, Tim tried to protest "...uh...uh
no..."  and then dropped his gaze.

"Eyes up," ordered Darryl in a quiet, completely commanding voice, to which
Tim responded immediately.  "What were you saying, Timmy?"

"well...um...I mean...I know I said I wanted you to put everything in its
proper place," said Tim in a weakening voice as he heard himself repeat it.

"Yes," stated Darryl matter-of-factly, his look saying the rest "and in my
arm pit is the proper place."

Ears aflame, Tim hesitated.  But then, as if the heat from his burning ears
and cheeks stoked his resistance fires, Tim said "but I don't think you
should have done that.  That's not my proper place."

Hearing Tim's stronger declaration, Darryl considered, and then said "I
see" as he released Tim's head from his big paw and stepped around to Tim's
side.  "So you didn't feel it was the right place for you to be?"

"No, I didn't," responded Tim.

"No, don't move," said Darryl when he saw Tim start to shift a bit.  "And
you didn't feel good about it?"

"No, not at all," declared Tim, relieved inside that he was standing up for
himself, as he usually would but somehow didn't when around this giant man.

"Well, then, I'll remove the scent markings.  And won't put you back in
there again," said Darryl.

"Oh.  Ok.  Good," responded Tim, more confident with each passing second as
he asserted himself and got the respect he felt he deserved.  "I'm sure it
was just a misunderstanding," continued Tim agreeably.

"Provided one thing," continued Darryl after a pause, as if Tim hadn't
spoken.

Still in the same place, not moving, Tim turned his head slightly and
looked up out of the corner of his eyes with a bit of surprise.
"Uh...ok...what is it?" asked Tim with a bit of hesitation, but also with
his usual cooperative attitude.

"That you tell me what this is," said Darryl as he reached down behind Tim,
reached his left hand between Tim's legs, grabbed on to the bottom of the
huge t-shirt he had been wearing before he draped it on Tim, and pulled the
bottom of the t-shirt through Tim's legs.

"AHHAHAHAAAHHHH," moaned Tim with great exclamation as his hard dick, which
had lowered down enough as Tim was asserting himself to be standing
straight out, was pulled down by the heavy, wet t-shirt.  "AHHHAHHHHHHAAAA"
moaned Tim again as Darryl gave a little tug with his left hand as he stood
back up to his full height.  Overwhelmed with sensation, Tim lowered his
body down a bit...with a little bend at the waist to shift his hips back a
bit...to relieve the pressure on his fully re-engorged dick...his brain
only partially processing.

Waiting a beat for an answer, Darryl smirked as he said "All men have a
George Washington part to us.  That cannot tell a lie.  And your GW part,
little man, is telling me that you belong right where I put you.  And that
if I decide to mark you, you know deep inside that you need my scent on
you.  To secure you.  To make sure I recognize you as belonging under me."

Panting in shallow breaths, eyes unfocused even as his ears could not block
out the words cascading down from right above him, Tim could not speak.
Even inside he was filled with so many sounds...the words of the mighty
man...his continuing higher brain objections, although only coherent enough
to be a slow chant of "no...no...no..." ...and then again his own moan as
Darryl pulled up a little on the t-shirt.  "AHGHGHAGHAGAAHAHAAAGGGHGH",
exclaimed Tim's as his now rock hard dick was pulled down by the slight but
unyielding pressure of the heavy, wet t-shirt.

"I'm waiting, little man," said Darryl with just a bit of impatience.

Hearing the tone, Tim tried frantically to slow his panting so he could
answer.  Finally he took a deep breath to reply...but then felt the heavy
pressure from the heavy t-shirt on his steel pipe of a penis as Darryl
tugged up just a bit "AHHUHUHHUUUUGGUGAGUGAGHGUUU".

"Pay attention, little man.  I'm going to tell you two things.  One, even
though you're not answering in words, I do understand what you're
saying...that you belong under my control," said Darryl as he gave another
little tug up, eliciting another exclamation of response from Tim.

"The second thing, Timmy, is that if you can formulate into words what you
were trying to say before...if you can state the case that you somehow
don't belong right where I put you, then I'll consider it," declared
Darryl.

Panting in the growing gap from Darryl's last little tug, hips pulled back
even more to try to relieve the exquisite pressure, his upper body angled
ahead of his hips, Tim grunted "ok."

"Of course," continued Darryl "you will be trying to make this case to
yourself.  Out loud.  Because I know what you need.  I know who you are.
Where you belong.  So I will make sure your one head accepts what your
other head already understands," finished Darryl as he gave a little tug
with his last words.

"AHHHARGHHAGHUUUUGUGGUGG"

"Until then, I've got some things to do," declared Darryl simply.  "No
shower for you until I'm satisfied."  And then the big man made a ¼ turn
pivot, facing the same direction as the small man beside him, and started
walking toward the kitchen.  Still holding on to the bottom of the t-shirt
pulled through Tim's legs.

"AHAGUGHGGUUHUH," squeaked Tim as he was pulled along from behind...the
downward pressure on his throbbing dick forcing him lower...the pressure
from that big hand pushing lightly on his lower back as Darryl moved
forward.  Desperate to end the agonizingly sensational pressure on his
dick...his brain still objecting to what his body and primitive mind were
saying...Tim started forward.

With each step he moved a little more purposefully, suddenly filled with
the clear thought that if he could get right beside the huge man, the
pressure would ease and he'd be able to think.

Striding steadily into the kitchen, Darryl held his left hand steadily in
the same position, holding the small man on the tight leash of the
oversized t-shirt through his legs.  Not looking down, but feeling it,
Darryl's lips curled up as he felt Tim adjust his stride to match Darryl's
longer steps.

At the kitchen sink, Darryl filled up the pitcher.  "Need to water some of
these plants.  They dry out so quickly," said Darryl.  Then he turned
toward his left, hearing a sharp moan from the little man at his side as
his shifting moved his left hand back...and increased the tug on the
t-shirt.

"HHHUUUHHHAGG" squeaked Tim at the additional pressure.  And then he
shuffled backwards quickly to find the position of minimal contact, once
again putting him right beside the giant man.

With every part of his brain except the part that was still feeling the
sensation from his dick, Tim concentrated his full attention on the big man
next to him...to move when he did...to match his strides...to angle forward
on the same line as the tall man moved across the room.  Always pretty
athletic, Tim was able to adapt quickly as they moved toward the first
plant.

"HGHHGAA" exclaimed Tim when he was slow in responding when Darryl stepped
to the next plant.  Determined to regain his voice, to fight his body and
primitive brain, ignoring why he continued to be rock hard as he was
totally controlled, Tim was now hyper-alert to the giant man next to him,
so he could move instantly and keep the pressure from the t-shirt down to
the minimum.

Smirking to himself as he felt the small man adapt...as he made the small
man respond to his control...and as he saw Tim focus totally on him as he
determined the action, the movement, the direction, and the timing, Darryl
thought to himself "that's it, little man.  Put all your attention where it
belongs...on me and what I want.  Good job.  And now...time to show you
there's more than you thought."

Instead of stepping in sequence to the next plant, as Tim had anticipated,
Darryl shifted to the right toward the plant in the corner, and smiled as
he heard "HGHGHGHGH" from the little man.  Arms flailing to gain purchase,
but finding only air, Tim automatically reached down in front and tried to
pull the t-shirt up, to ease the vise-like pressure on his dick.  But there
was no slack as Darryl had pulled it taut between Tim's legs.

Regaining his balance, and zeroing in on the giant man's every breath and
flicker of movement, Tim was desperate not to give in to the sensations.
And he succeeded as they moved to the next plant, and then the next one.
But Darryl, when he felt Tim anticipating which one was next, thought to
himself "oh no, little man. Obedience is active..ongoing..constant
awareness of what I want at that moment.  Anticipating to be ready to
respond.  But not to go ahead of me.  You will learn," Darryl thought to
himself as he abruptly skipped the last plant.

"HHGUGUGAGHGHAGGGAGGG"

"Yes, Timmy?" asked Darryl smoothly.  "Did you have something to say?"
asked Darryl as he set the water pitcher down and moved abruptly back out
to the living room.

"Hmmmmm...?" invited Darryl again.  After a pause, with Tim capable only of
panting in response, Darryl sharpened his tone and said quietly and clearly
"Well, then, Timmy.  I've given you long enough.  You might have something
else to say, something that contradicts what I understand about you...and
that you know about yourself, but don't want to admit.  But...until you can
say it, little man, I'm going to work from what we both know to be true.
That you belong where I put you."

As he was speaking Darryl let go of the t-shirt and moved from beside to
directly in front of Tim.  And then raised his right hand, cupping the back
of Tim's head, and brought his face forward.  Right in to his thick, barrel
chest.  "Since you can't find the words, Timmy, I'm going to put your mouth
to good use."

Through the fog inside his head Tim heard the deep voice, the compelling
tone, the commanding attitude.  But with a last vestige of independence,
Tim started to object as his face was pushed in to that massive chest.
"uhhh..wha"

Just as Tim opened his mouth to say "what", Darryl pressed his face in to
his left pec, Tim's mouth right over his nipple.  "That's it, boy.  Now
you're talking."

"ugmghfmgngnrrr" protested Tim.

"Oh that's perfect, Timmy.  Respect it.  Nourish it.  Work it," exclaimed
Darryl as he felt Tim's mouth trying to utter his protests, which instead
were giving Darryl's nipple a sweet treatment of sensation.  "I know this
is your first time, Timmy.  But let me tell you, you belong on my nip."

"ughghghghaghgha," came from Tim, which vibrated through Darryl's massive
chest.  Trapped, held, powerless, Tim continued to protest, although move
feebly with each passing moment.  Finally, Tim stopped trying to pull
away...stopped trying to object.

"That's it, little man.  I am in control.  Of everything.  Of what you do.
Of how you do it.  Of you," said Darryl in a voice so authoritative, Tim
trembled in fear.  And then, began to suckle harder...determined to please
the huge man.

After a couple minutes of pleasure, both from Tim's mouth servicing his
nip, and from the even more powerful feeling of dominating the
strong-willed, assertive, independent man and making him submit, Darryl
took a deep breath, which raised his chest and gave Tim a bit of a ride.
Then he slowly pulled Tim's head off his nip as he raised his powerful left
arm.

"Look there, little man," said Darryl as he turned Tim's head slightly to
look directly at his armpit.  "Look familiar?  You've been there
before...last time.  Looks like home, doesn't it?  Want to go in Timmy?"

Eyes wide...staring at the cavity created by the gigantic arm, massive
chest, and runway-wide lats, Tim gave a groan/moan.

"No, ask with words, little man."

"Gulp" ears burning, but with his body and primitive brain unfettered by
his self-concept, Tim replied "May I go in there again?"

"Ask properly, Timmy."

Face reddening as well, Tim swallowed, "May I go in there again, Sir?"

Hearing that Darryl tightened his grip on the back of Tim's head, holding
him out..not letting him move closer.  "You want to go in here?" asked
Darryl tantalizingly as he moved the captured man's head a little closer.

"Yes."

"You want to serve me in here?" taunted Darryl a bit as he moved Tim's head
even closer.

"Yeah."

"Make me feel good?" said Darryl in a voice that somehow conveyed that
that's the only thing Tim should want.

"Oh yeah."

"I'm going to put you in there, Timmy.  To make me feel good.  That is the
only thing that matters.  Got it?"

"Yes, Sir," replied Tim with unfiltered conviction and overwhelming desire.

"That's the right answer, boy.  We both know you belong in there, serving
me," said Darryl with absolute conviction and certainty.  "Time to get
busy, little man," ordered Darryl as he moved Tim's face into his left
armpit.

When he felt Tim's breath, felt Tim's nose and cheeks and forehead inside,
Darryl looked down and released the back of Tim's head.  Seeing no movement
back by the small man, Darryl growled from deep within, making Tim tremble
a bit and then service the giant man even harder.

To Be Continued...