Beefy's Story: Part 5
#7 of Beefy the Bull's Story
Beefy's Story: Part 5
By: Beefy the Bull
New Employment -or- The Fascinating Co-worker.
Magnum tossed his wadded up pants into an open locker, and grabbed a bottle of shower gel and a back-scrub-brush. Even though no one was around, I shyly dropped my pants, put them in to the empty locker next to his, and then followed him in to the shower room.
My hooves clicked softly on the tiled floors and as I entered the shower, I saw it was a big, square room, and tiled floor and walls, with showerheads and knobs ringing the walls. It wasn't exactly shiningly clean, but I've used worse. I would take this anytime over the cramped and dirty showers at the trailer park. Asides from a white plastic human chair, and an empty wooden spool for thick wire lying on its side in the middle of the room, it was empty- and it offered no privacy either. I found Magnum turning on a few shower heads and a hissing stream of warming water sprayed into one of the corners of the room. Magnum then without testing the water walked over to the spool, and I moved to his side. I was feeling shy about being nude with him, despite having just had sex with him only a hour earlier. The wooden wire-spool was used as table and it had a few bottles of shampoo, and a scrub brush sitting on it, Magnum passed me the hand brush, and as I tested the bristles, he told me I could use it. He moved over to the stream of water and tested its warmth with one hand, and finding it satisfactory he stepped into the steaming spray. I moved to a shower head one over from him, and as I reached for the knob Magnum called over to me.
"Hey, what are ya doing way over there? You can use this." He placed his hand in to the stream of steamy water next to him. My heart leapt, and nervously I moved over to the showerhead next to him.
"Gel's on the floor, feel free to use it." Magnum said nonchalantly, turning back to the water and starting to scrub his hoof with the long handled brush. I was relived he didn't want to talk or face me, I felt real ashamed about being naked in his presence, as long as he didn't stare at me I would probably be ok. At first I was worried he would start acting... gay... or something. He was doubtlessly intimidating, and he had... done 'that' to me... but weren't gay people... well ...Gay? I supposed not all were like that, and Magnum certainly came across a lot different. He was very masculine, and seemed more like someone that might beat me up for being gay, or a jock even. He had ...well ...done 'that' with me, and now he seemed ... normal? And I guess in some place I could not acknowledge, I admired that.
The truth was I wish I had the courage to stand around the showers or locker room naked, and talk with Magnum and other guys, I think that would be the best thing ever. But I guess I have too many doubts about myself to be able to do that, as much as I want it. I guess it just feels... gay. I might be bisexual or something, but that's not what I'm getting at, what I mean is... everyone would probably think I'm 'gay'. Everyone would look down on me. Everyone would know how weak I am.
I tried to not think about it and got to nervously washing myself. After a while Mag broke the silence.
"Tomorrow we start your exercise program." Magnum said without looking, while scrubbing his back with the brush.
"You'll need to be in-shape if you're going to make it on this job." he glanced over at me- I must have shown my uncertainty well, as he decided he needed to tack on a disclaimer-
"Don't worry; I'm good at this kind of stuff, you're going to learn from the best." he smiled, and went back to scrubbing, as did I.
I followed his lead when he quickly finished his shower, and turned the water off. As he turned and walked past me, I couldn't help but to subtly watch his nude body from the corner of my eye. Once he passed me, I turned carefully and looked at him, careful to not let him see me. He was perfect! His muscular build, his fine curves, and boxy masculine frame. The muscles that wrapped him were powerful; his frame was a perfect blend of swift fluid grace and an awe inspiring slab of crushing strength. His stride and posture was confident, and it seemed as if he every move he made had been well thought out in advance. As if he was playing a game of chess, and had already planned out every possible move in the game- and no matter what happened in the world around him, he was always well on his way to putting the other player in to check mate. No matter what move was made, even if it thwarted his current plan, he would silently and swiftly switch his angle of attack, without so much as a flicker on his face. He knew he was unstoppable. He knew he always won- even if he lost. All the while his movements were refined and smooth, and like a politician at a state dinner-As if he never used more energy than was needed, like he was understating himself- like I was only seeing the tip of an iceberg. He seemed to be cast of pure grace and dignity, every move was effortless for him -and put simply- He had the body of a god.
Not that my modest mind would have let me think that directly. No I still had to convert thoughts like that, to explain them away, to justify them. I wasn't looking at him because I was gay, no it was out of natural curiosity... and it wasn't really sexual...yah. That was it.
Then I realized He saw me watching him, he saw me looking at him, and his cock, and he probably knew I had just been looking at his ass. Embarrassed I quickly turned around and looked for something to be doing. So I reached down and picked up the plastic bottle of shower gel (careful to squat, not bend!) and walked around behind him, all the while looking at the floor and stood next to him, pretending that what had just happened had not. Standing next to him I set the gel down and thought I should cover up.
"Do you have a towel I can use?" I asked still examining the floor tiles in front of me.
Magnum stared at me silently for a moment then looked away and told me:
"Yah, in the locker room. Bring the brush- I don't want Rijec or Augustine using it."
We headed back into the locker room, Magnum lead and I followed. In the locker room there was a shelf next to the shower door that held towels and next to that a big laundry can for used and wet towels.
"Here, feel free to use the big ones anytime you want." Magnum pointed to the level of shelf that had large folded white towels- ones big enough for a bull. "The small ones are for the humans, please don't use them if you can avoid it." he pointed at the lower shelves with more white towels, just obviously smaller.
"And don't be like Augustine- that is remember that everyone else uses towels too, so be considerate with how many you use if the shelf is...thinning out. And don't throw them on the floor when you're done." Magnum said the last with a bit of exasperation as he gestured to the container for the dirty towels to emphasize.
"Thanks." I quickly pulled one of the towels of the shelf and wrapped it around my waist. Magnum pulled one off and opened it, and he dried his back and rear as he walked across the locker room to his locker. I followed him to the other side of the room where my clothes were, he opened his locker and pulled out a duffle bag and set it on the bench. I started to pick up my boxer shorts and was lifting a hoof to put them on when Magnum's hand grasped my wrist. I stopped in position, looked up at him and slowly lowered my hoof back to the floor.
"You just showered, you should put on clean clothes." he said shaking his head slowly.
"I don't have any." I replied truthfully- I just wanted to cover myself up.
"It's ok I'll let you borrow some of mine for now." he took his wet towel and handed it to me. "Here put our towels in the hamper." I took his and mine in hand. This task would require a walk across the locker room nude, a good thing no one else was in ... here- damn. Too soon, Just as the thought passed through my mind, two men walked in at that very moment. I wasn't sure who the two were, I tend to be bad with remembering names, but they took a seat at the row of lockers on the far side of the room, each had a duffle bag and started changing clothes, and thankfully were more interested their conversation than me. I dropped the towels in the container, and was half way back to the lockers when I noticed Magnum now talking to the two guys. Naked. And he waved me over. And I didn't have a towel anymore. I admit I was scared as I walked over to the three.
When the short talk was over I was proud of myself, I had talked to two strangers while completely naked! So I wasn't a confident paragon of conversation, but I managed to not get shaky, and smile the whole time. And I was defiantly happy that that experience was over, and I internally pat myself on the back for having done that.
After that Magnum let me borrow some of his clothes, they were baggy on me because I was much thinner and smaller in stature and build. Worn blue jeans and old t shirt was the best he could offer me at the moment, but I didn't mind, after my travels the only change of clothes I had brought with me were muddy and soiled.
"Breakfast isn't for another hour, and I have some... things to do. You should rest and I will come back and get you for breakfast. Sound good?" he asked me with a hand on my shoulder.
"Ok, sure." admittedly I was a bit tired, and though I probably wouldn't sleep, Just lying down would probably feel nice. Magnum lead the way- a separate door in the locker room lead to a small type of reading room populated with a large table a few bull sized chairs, and a shelf with a few random books and files. It looked rather drab and utilitarian- More of a practical room. On the far wall was another door that I followed magnum into it was a dark room dimly lit, a large pad on the floor strewn with blankets and pillows was not dissimilar to the one in the sub. I could just make out Rijec and Augustine passed out on the bed-mat. Magnum held his finger to his snout, indicating to be quiet. We passed through another door to a small room, once both of us were in; he shut the door and turned the light on. Once the light chased the darkness from the small room, I looked around and saw a folding table and chair, a book shelf, a few closed large hard-transport-cases, and a good sized bed-mat in one corner.
"This is my room, you can rest here. Try not to leave until I come back- unless you must." with those few words he left, shutting the door silently behind him. I looked around the room for a moment. I didn't want to be nosy, I was mostly just curious. The furniture was of the practical type- it was all collapsible military camp type furniture. The bookshelf- well book cases it looked like- were Hard-transport-cases with the lids removed, and filled with books and technical manuals. I looked closer at some of the titles, half of them were manuals for different guns, and the rest were books on politics, philosophy, history or technical themes. Then I looked at the desk and chair, both could fold up in to one small container-case. But what the desk held was more interesting. I wanted to see if I could glean something about the bull from the contents of his room- without snooping. There was a ruggedized laptop showing a black log-in screen, an unmarked tool box of some type, a rag with grease on it, and a closed notebook with a pen next to it. I wished I knew what was in the note book, but that was none of my business. The rest of the room was a bit sparse; half a dozen hard cases were neatly lining one wall. In the far corner were the types of hard cases for rifles, and there were three of them. A group of duffle bags were sitting next to the bed-mat- probably for laundry- and a red glowing alarm clock on the floor at the head of the bed-mat. It was kind of Spartan, but then again so were some of the places I had lived growing up. I sat on the mat and thought about the day a little, before lying back and slowly falling prey to sleep.
I was awaken by Magnum who shook me lightly a few times.
"Wake up, it's time for breakfast." Mag said crouching over me next to the bed.
I sat up and wiped my eyes and shook the sleep from my head.
"And in the future, try not to sleep in your clothes." he said softly as he stood back up.
"Oh sorry..." I said not understanding what the problem with such a simple thing was. I guess the way I said it must have tipped him off.
"I'll tell you about that stuff later, for now just forget it. Come on." Mag turned and headed out the door and quickly I got up and followed, food sounded good right now.
When we passed through the sleeping chamber, I noted that Rijec and Augustine were both gone.
Once back in the main hall I could hear the sounds of cooking and voices from a room at the far end of the hall. But even better I could smell something breakfasty cooking. Magnum and I entered the 'Mess hall' a twenty by twenty room with a small kitchen counter and appliances on one wall. Two long tables lined with chairs filled the center of the room, and most of the sub's crew was already there it looked like. Rijec stood in front of the kitchen's stove cooking something, and now that I was in the room, I could smell that it was burning some.
"Cooking of the breakfast you call that?" Walter said with his thick Eastern European accent. "Smells like making the slop of the pig!" He said as he broke out laughing. Rijec mumbled something in what sounded like Russian, and whoops of laughter filled the room from all those who understood the language.
"Whad he say?" Asked Augustine blandly.
"He say your breakfast be done soon, piggy!" Radomir piped in.
"Yah, that smells pretty bad, so what are the rest of us supposed to eat?" Augustine said.
"You know he's probably doing that on purpose, he just doesn't want to share the chores like everyone else." Paxton added his two cents to the conversation.
"Wouldn't surprise me." Magnum said dryly. "I don't suppose you and Corbin would do me the great honor of making us some scrambled eggs without carbon?"
"Yah, I guess I should try and salvage breakfast." Paxton said sighing and standing up, as he moved over to the kitchen and took the frying pan from Rijec.
"What? I didn't sleep so well last night!" Rijec said in his own defense.
"Didn't sleep so well? - You were in a freaking drunken coma!" Augustine bellowed.
"So I had a bad hang-over." the older bull said dismissively.
"Yah and whose fault is that? Yours." Augustine retorted.
"Shut up calf." the older bull snapped. The word affected Augustine visibly.
"You shut up you old cow!" Augustine shot back. The two tensed up and the room got quiet.
"You two take it outside. I don't want to hear this crap again." Magnum said coolly but firmly- but he didn't suggest the action, he ordered it.
After a moment of a silent staring contest, Rijec headed for the door.
"I'm going to lay down." he said quietly.
"I'm gona have a smoke." Augustine said, with an angry flash at Rijec before he too stepped out of the room.
Things returned to normal after both were gone, and Mag and I sat down at a table appropriately made for the size and height of a Bull. The smell of burned food passed and was replaced by a mouthwatering smell of scrambled eggs and hash browns. And soon enough a buffet line was formed at the kitchen counter, and we all ate together, even Rijec and Augustine showed back up, but they sat on opposite ends of the table from each other, and avoided any contact. The food was good, excellent really. The best I had eaten in a long time and after we all pitched in and cleaned our own dishes. Magnum explained the system they had, of rotating duties and its complexities and what duties I would have to attend to.
It seemed like I would get assigned several tasks within my skill levels. all in all the system worked out well, and whenever there was a problem, solutions could be quickly decided. As it turns out like the pirates of old, the crew worked on a democracy, voting on issues with the exception of combat and technical situations.
"Well you'll need some clothes, so you're going to need to buy a few more sets and due to laundry constraints, and life aboard a sub, you'll need at least seven pants, shirts and underwear."
"I don't have any money, I can't afford to buy anything right now."
"Don't worry I'll advance your pay for this week. Hmm. I can't send you with Augustine, and rijec won't do either. i suppose you and me are going in to town. Come on." Magnum gestured me to follow him.
We walked over to the center of town, it was only a few blocks, and the town wasn't much. Magnum lead the way to a good sized thrift store, when we entered, I saw it was old, real old. it smelled old, it looked old, it felt old. The limited decor was cheap and dated, and everything seemed aged and worn. The fans that cooled the sales floor were old, squeaky and wobbly; the carpet was worn, stained and ugly. Even the vinyl tile was worn, yellowing, and cracked. Racks of used clothes filled the center of the store, and odd furniture and mismatched shelves lined the walls, selling anything and everything. In fact in one corner I even found a kitchen sink. In one area of the store we found some clothing of a suitable size, large human shirts worked ok. Really large and baggy human pants would fit me with a little modification. And despite the strange variety of clothes I picked out, with Magnum's suggestions and help, I actually would look really well dressed in the used clothes. Magnum poked around the back of the store and found a heavy canvas bag, and threw it to me.
"Here, this will be useful for ya."
We headed over to the checkout lane. A single old cash register sat on the stand, and a older woman worked it manually typing in the price. After paying only fifteen dollars for six pairs of pants and five shirts, and one bag I stuffed the clothes in to the bag, and we left. Walking down the sidewalk in the small town was kind of nice. The types of stores here were locally owned and kind of charming.
We stopped in at a drugstore, where magnum had to get 'something'- I followed him up to the side counter.
"I need two boxes of extra large condoms." He said casually to the clerk. I probably flinched at the words, and blushed mightily. I realized the clerk might think that we were...' together'. I mean, we had been together, but I wasn't gay, and we weren't 'together' and...
"What brand would you like?" the clerk interrupted my pointless internal clarification.
"Trojans. The extra large." the clerk reached for and slid two boxes of condoms across the counter and stated the price. As Magnum paid the clerk the greenbacks I noted with curiosity the text across the front of the box ' ~MAGNUM~ Extra Large Condoms'. Then we left the store we walked in silence for a moment.
"Yah, those are partly how I got my name." Mag said as he looked over at me. It was like he knew I was still thinking about the boxes label.
"My real name isn't Magnum. The guys-and gals- called me that because of the size of my guns, both this one and this one." Magnum said grabbing first his crotch and then the massive revolver that was holstered on his hip.
"Oh." I blushed some more- He had a big penis, and he had his way with me just yesterday- it was just that much more I felt slighted. It was humiliating enough that I was taken by a male and more so that he was 'Big'. We continued on walking in silence.
"What is your real name then?" I asked.
"Odin, my birth name is Odin the Bull." he said thoughtfully. "-But no one calls me that, and I prefer they don't." After he spoke I made a mental note not to try calling him by that name.
"So, your training starts today- so I'll show you some basic exercises and stretches for when you wake up in the morning, and you can come with me to the weight room during the day, and after lunch you can do some studying and training. And then in the evenings we'll hit the range together." Magnum said as he watched a passing woman with a lingering glance.
"Sounds like a lota stuff to do in a day." I said, trying to comprehend how busy I would be to do all those things in the hours of one day.
"It's not as bad as it sounds- its alot of fun actually. And you're getting paid to train too." Magnum said with a smile. "Don't worry."
But I did.
Once we returned to Davis shipping company, or 'the shop' as we called it, or 'HQ' as I preferred, Magnum lead the way back to his room, and cleared out an old, half empty hard case in the corner and told me I could use it for my things. I set the duffle bag of clothes inside and closed the lid.
"First thing in the mornings I do some stretches and exercises, it's a bit late in the day, but I can show you a few, just so you have an idea tomorrow morning- I may not be in the mood to explain at seven AM."
"Ok." I was really nervous now, I wasn't any good at this sort of thing, and I was very self conscious, Gym class at school was not a favorite.
"First things first let's get out of our clothes." Magnum said as he started to pull off his shirt. I nervously pulled off my shirt, but had no desire to go further. But as he pulled his pants and boxers off, I felt like my heart would burst, and I started to fidget with my belt.
"Come on, we got alota stuff to cover... are you still feeling shy?" Magnum asked me. Shy didn't begin to describe the complex ocean of feelings I had right now.
"Yah..."
"Look, there's nothing wrong with athletic nudity. Clothing restricts the natural range of motions, besides were behind closed doors."
"yah." was still the best I could offer to the conversation. As I slowly took my pants off, while looking away.
"Ok, now first some stretches." and with that magnum showed me a few stretches and some basic exercises: sit ups, pushups, and a few things to 'get you going in the mornings.'
It wasn't half bad, even when magnum watched me performing pushups fully nude, and during the stretches, he placed his hands all over my body as he tried to teach me what muscles I should stretch and how to do so correctly. My relief was great when Magnum suggested we move on to the next item of the day.
We went to the weight room, but didn't lift any weights; Magnum said we didn't have the time. Mostly he showed me the exercise equipment, and told me he would gladly spot me any time.
"Perhaps tomorrow we'll spend some time and see what you can do." he said as we left and moved on to the training room.
"In here we do alot of training, both sittin' down an studying-" he waved to some tables and benches, and a large whiteboard in front of them- "And some hand to hand training, basic weapon familiarization, tactics, team movement and what not." There was a rack with wooden and plastic training rifles and handguns for practicing, charts of the breakdown of different weapons, a floor mat for hand to hand moves, and a hanging body sized punching bag. I started to wonder If i had it in me to learn such things, I was interested, but I just wasn't very... tuff?
"I'll start you off with some basic stuff and try to catch you up to speed with everyone else. I'll have you read some of the stuff that I assigned the other crew members earlier this year."
After a quick breakdown of what I would need to learn, and asking me if I had any experience with fire arms, tactics, or any related things. But we would have to start tomorrow, as time today was short he said.
Back on the main floor there was an old Suburban parked by the dock, Magnum checked the contents of the back seat and then we got in to it, and hit the road. Radomir opened a large corrugated sliding door, and we drove in to the afternoon air.
Looking out the window as we drove down a desert road my mind wandered; it was late afternoon and the scrub-brush cast long shadows across the ground. A lot was happening to me right now, and I would just have to try and take things one at a time. I wouldn't plan too far ahead, and when I did I sure as hell would leave a lot of room for things to change. And with that thought I experienced an epiphany:
I had hope.
I started to cry, and for the first time in my life, I cried tears of joy.