Tim's Adventure 6
by Wordshop
By the time that everything began to wind down it was late afternoon. There was some evidence that the snow was not going to hang around, and though the temperatures outside were still cold, they were above freezing and no more effort towards the cattle on at least an emergency basis appeared to be needed.
Tim awakened first. He was stuck to Tommy in the slime, sweat and cum. Every muscle in his body ached and ached badly. As he began to stir so did Tommy. Tommy was in the worst pain of his life.
Tommy's ass felt like it was absolutely on fire and he had to go to the bathroom to take a "dump". He had memory of what they had done even though it was somewhat foggy. The main memory was of the incredible sex.
Tommy was scared! If this was what it was like with Tim as small as he was, what would have happened if Tim had been his own size? Oh Shiiiiiiiiittttttt!
Tim, very stiff from the position and his hairy torso very stiff from the unwashed sweat and dried semen finally was able to move. Grunts and groans could be heard as shoulders, hips, thighs, arms and legs not used to extreme exercise were feeling the aftermath of lactic acid buildup.
As Tim started to move, he saw his own dick covered in something that made his heart stop. There was blood. Oh God! There was blood! He had hurt Tommy!
Tommy started to get up, and, based on the size of his muscles, the pain level was scaled up accordingly. His ass was absolutely in agony. He could hardly walk and what little he did was so painful.
Tim ran quickly to Gary and Mike who were cuddling after their own sexual encounter.
He was in panic and was in tears: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I think I hurt Tommy.
Gary and Mike moved quickly and arrived at the bedroom to see Tommy almost howl in pain as he tried to get out of bed. They could see the stains on the bed-sheet. As their nephew stood up they could see the intense pain written all over his face. He was ashen in color and not doing well.
Tim started crying at the sight of Tommy's misery.
Tim was so worried at what had taken place with Tommy that he had forgotten or blocked out his own pain.
Before he could get to Tommy's side, Mike and Gary had placed themselves on both sides and were helping Tommy to their home lab and the examination bench that Tommy had used many times.
As Tommy bent over, a sharp pain went from his ass all the way up his spine.
AHHHHHHHHHHHGGGGGGGG!
At this, the cry of pain coming from Tommy went directly to Tim's heart and he broke and started crying again.
When Mike did the examination he looked at Gary with disgust.
"OK, Tommy!"
Gary tried to soothe the crying Tim. "Tim, honey you did nothing wrong. Tommy had never been fucked before and because of the level of excitement, you did not have enough lubricant or a good enough lubricant. He is disgustingly healthy, but he is going to have a sore 'pooper' for a couple of days. I have something that will help him, but you can take care of him yourself."
"I'll do anything!"
"Mike handed Tim some anesthetic in a tube."
"This stuff is nuclear powered and will deaden his butt pretty thoroughly."
"Get his ass and all the other attached parts into a warm bathtub and he'll be just fine."
"Tim, let's go get that tub running and I will give you a little instruction on how to apply this stuff to his anus."
After Gary had gotten Tim out of the room, Mike went to Tommy and faced him.
"This is not in the normal sense of the word a good thing. There is however another side to this and I want you to think about it. Here you had a relatively small cock shoved up your own virgin asshole. You were so turned on that you accepted and begged for it willingly. Tim, under the same circumstances would have done the same to you. If this had been reversed, that huge bat between your legs would have given Tim pain exponentially far worse and he would have had to have been hospitalized. Tim's lust and love for you could easily kill him and you need to use this little experience as a reminder of what could be if you were to ever let things get "out of hand".
"I am going to give you a couple of shots in your ass right now. These are going to hurt like hell. The first is a mild anesthetic, the others are a couple of compounds that will prevent this from ever happening again."
The anesthetic shot hurt, the two others were so bad that Tommy nearly passed out from the pain. He cried out, tears were running down his face and he sobbed a few times before he regained control.
Tim came back for Tommy, who was not walking at all well at this point. The local anesthetic had deadened the pain of the other shots, but it still felt like he had a hot poker shoved up his ass.
Tim had trouble steadying Tommy because Tommy was nearly double his weight. Tommy was doing as well as could be expected under the circumstances. His Uncles had always cared for him in the most loving and caring of ways, but to have a real life-partner doing this. This was new to Tommy. It was also in some ways frightening because it made him again think that his life had now undergone a major permanent change. Could he handle this?
If getting into the bath tub was hard, getting out was even more difficult. It took all the strength in Tim's body to help Tommy get out of that tub. He strained on a level he did not know he even possessed. He did manage to deal with Tommy on his own and he shouldered the responsibility.
Tim toweled Tommy off and in the time that he had been in the tub, Tim had completely cleaned up their bed, changed the sheets, and made a nice comfortable place for his ailing love.
All of this did not go unnoticed by Gary or Mike. In fact, there was some discussion in the kitchen.
"I think that I am a little disgusted with our Nephew."
"Why?"
"When I looked at his ass there was some very minor tearing of the lining, but his performance is exceeding the damage by such a wide margin that I am looking at one of the biggest 'cry-babies' I think I have ever seen. His level of pain is really disproportionate to what it should be. Do you think he is faking? No, I think he is just not being all that brave in the face of how should I say…..'adversity' ".
"That kid Tim has really impressed the hell out of me so-far. He has shown tremendous character, drive and a willingness to work. In some ways he is almost making Tommy look bad. Bad? Well maybe bad is not the best wording I could have chosen…. What if I revise that to the words 'spoiled' or 'pampered' ".
"If this continues I think that Tim may in fact be a good candidate for our next transformation. At least he would be able to carry Tommy's weight a little better."
Tommy had to take two days out of his schedule as a PT and double up appointments over the few days after that.
While Tommy was at the gym, Mike and Gary decided that they better teach Tim how to ride a horse.
Teaching Tim how to ride was almost like Mike and Gary had stepped into some science fiction movie. There seemed to be a genuine communication in some manner between Tim and any mount he was on. In a period of only about an hour Tim had mastered the basic commands and had several different mounts performing, answering every command he gave without confusion or hesitation. Tommy loved animals and it was thought that teaching him was easy. Tim was astounding. Admittedly, Tim was riding horses that were very well trained, but, still to master things in the manner in which he had was eerie.
All was peaceful, and during the days of Tommy's recovery. Mike and Gary started acquainting Tim with the duties he would have as an assistant ranch manager.
Instead of using one of the ranch vehicles Tim preferred horseback. In some ways, this was even a wee bit unnerving to Mike and Gary. Nobody worked harder to learn than Tim did. What was weird was that where most people learn by doing, Tim it appeared had to be shown only once, and he had it down.
The other thing that became quickly obvious was that Tim truly loved what he was doing. The contact with the animals, the contact with the laborers, the fresh air and the beauty of the country he was in.
Two mounts were predominately used by Tommy because of his increasing weight. Gypsy and another Belgian they called Rosie. Rosie, the "at times not so gentle" giant gave Mike another surprise. Where Gypsy bonded with Tommy, Rosie never would. She did what she was supposed to do, but for Tommy she was difficult to saddle, did not always want to take her bit, and made no secret that she was doing what she did with little to no enthusiasm. Her performance was always just "OK", but never stellar with any of them.
Mike had taken Tim to the barn that Gypsy and Rosie called "home" and noticed great agitation on the part of Rosie when Tim came near her stall. Before Mike could caution him, Tim had opened the upper portion of her stall gate. A huge head came through that gate. She rubbed up against Tim with genuine affection and then placed her huge head and neck over his shoulder very gently nuzzling up against him and closing her eyes. Rosie had never done that with anyone. Rosie herself was doing everything to bond with Tim. A horse that was rather close to being sold had unwittingly saved herself.
After Tim stroked her, she calmed down completely.
Mike said: "Tim this is out and out weird, she has never behaved like that with any of us, and she only barely tolerates Tommy. She is a pain to get her bit in and sometimes she has to be chased around a pen to get a saddle on her."
"would you come to the tack room with me and get her bit, let's see what happens if you try and do it?"
When Tim left the stall closing the stall door behind him, Mike took him to the tack room and pointed out the bit that was Rosie's. Rosie looked out of the stall door towards the tack room and was somewhat agitated again when Tim left her.
"Now, the next thing I am going to ask you to do is going to sound really weird". "She needs to be able to imprint your scent totally. I want you to think of the sweatiest part of your body, rub your hands in the perspiration and then handle the bit so that she can get your scent drowning out any others that happen to be there."
Tim did as he was instructed.
"Going to this extreme is not always necessary, but in this case it will prove something with this particular horse."
Gary picked up a bottle of a mixture of honey and molasses. Horses that did not like bits often liked the taste of the honey and molasses mixed together and would not fight the bit as much. Because of Tim's relatively short stature Gary wondered what was going to happen.
"On this I need to stand back and let you do this one-hundred percent. Do you remember when I showed you how to place the bit on Ranger?"
"Yes"
"You're going to do exactly the same thing with Rosie. Let's see if she will let you."
Gary stayed back and Tim walked in to the stall pouring a tiny bit of the honey molasses mixture over the bit as he had been taught.
What happened next made Gary's knees start to shake. Rosie walked towards Tim dipping her head down, and, after getting Tim's scent, she not only allowed him to place the bit, but in fact appeared to actually encourage it.
Gary was now certain that Tim had some weird power over animals. Horses were never this cooperative.
The horse and Tim both looked at Gary when the only words he uttered were: "Pinch me I must be dreaming!"
Between the trip and Tommy trying to catch up all of his training clients there was little time for them to be together for about a week. Tommy, in an effort to have some time with the love of his life started moving some appointments to where he had two days completely fee. These were Sunday and Monday.
Because of his physical size, it was difficult for Tim to do some of the physical chores or labor on the ranch, but, when it came to organization and management skills he absolutely excelled.
In one week, both Mike and Gary had little by little tried Tim in many areas and it became almost routine when he, with a perceptive ability far above normal, would very quickly either know how to do something almost automatically, or learn it the first time he was shown.
Tim had also bonded almost completely with Rosie. She would actually get excited when he greeted her in the morning. She was like a big spoiled child and wanted some kind of praise or a treat (which she usually got) when Tim came near her.
On Saturday afternoon Gary and Mike both wondered where Tim was. They were flabbergasted when they found him on a wash rack in one of the barns giving Rosie a bath. From a distance they watched as he talked to her, and they watched as she answered verbal commands with actions. When he came close to her shoulders or neck with the warm water from the hose they heard "down girl" and in a second or two Rosie did what was necessary to lower the part Tim was working on to a level where he could reach it to clean and brush. He held up a household brush and rubbed her right front leg and shoulder. She immediately lifted that hoof presenting it to him for cleaning. He did not use a standard hoof pick, but instead a medium and odd shaped bristle brush. This was repeated at all four legs. He talked to her as if she was another person and laughed as if really enjoying her company. When he laughed, she responded in kind occasionally making some kind of toss of the head or other noise in her throat to acknowledge the laughter. It was then that both Gary and Mike noticed almost simultaneously that she was barely tied at the rack and there was a great deal of slack in the lines. Rosie was making no effort to be uncooperative.
It looked to the two observers like both Tim and Rosie were having a great time!
If there was one person who had been unintentionally left out of the loop it had been Tommy. Gary and Mike had both discussed telling Tommy everything that had been going on while he was recovering and playing "catch-up" at work. The problem is that neither one of them could figure out how to do it. Nobody in their right mind would believe the events that repeated themselves again and again unless they had seen them.