The evening descended upon the rustic cabin, the hearth fire still casting a warm glow across the room. Bull's supper was tucked away in the icebox, and the cabin reeked of Drake's prescribed "Mud Tea." The heavy scent mingled with the crackling of the fire, creating an oddly comforting ambiance.
Bull stood over Drake, who lay weakly wheezing, his eyes closed. The large man's nose twitched as he sniffed the air, grimacing at an unpleasant odor.
"When was the last time you had a bath, Doc?" Bull asked, his hands on his hips, eyes narrowing.
"Uh…" Drake winced, "I… don't really remember…" He moaned softly, his eyes still closed.
Clapping his hands, ready to proceed with his plan, Bull mused, "Well, Amaxa bade me to keep you clean, so." He pulled up a wooden chair and poured warm water from the kettle into a basin. "Time for a sponge bath, mister. Can't help you get better if you're covered in the day's filth and grime."
With surprising tenderness, Bull helped Drake sit up. Although Drake's head was limp and sulking, Bull gently guided him onto the wooden chair. Bull carefully unbuttoned Drake's linen shirt, one button at a time, his large hands moving with unexpected delicacy.
Bull slowly pulled off Drake's tired and weakened body. Drake's eyes fluttered open briefly, unable to see Bull's wide-eyed gaze taking in every inch of his lithe and fit frame. Drake was a truly good-looking young man, his face toned and chiseled. His short blonde hair was a little disheveled, but that was understandable given his current situation. He didn't have an ounce of fat on him. He wasn't muscular, but he was toned and fit, his pale body almost hairless except for the crown of blonde on his head and a thin layer of soft blonde fuzz on his forearms.
Bull licked his lips and gazed in wonderment at the beautiful young man sitting before him. Then, shaking his head, he remembered he had a duty to perform. Bull unbuckled Drake's leather boots and tenderly removed his socks, then unbuttoned his trousers. With the softest touch, his burly hands slid Drake's trousers off, leaving him only in the white linen briefs they had just purchased.
"Okay then," Bull gulped, fully trying to restrain himself from leaping on this blonde-haired, blue-eyed, sculpted piece of perfection now completely at his mercy.
Taking a small cloth, Bull dipped it in the warm water and began giving Drake a sponge bath. Although Drake could hardly keep his head up or his eyes open, Bull dabbed and softly moved the damp cloth up and down his lithe arms. The light glistened off his supple skin as the warm water dripped off him. Bull felt a sense of urgency, needing to hurry because the young man was seconds from passing out, and also because Bull was seconds from losing control of his desires.
Bull shook his head, reminding himself he wasn't about to take advantage of this poor man who was lost and trapped. He also remembered that this soft and fair blonde could blow up his entire cabin with a flick of his finger if he wanted to.
Wringing out the towel and wiping the grime off Drake's feet, Bull smiled. "Okay, Doc, all cleaned up. Let me help you get into those PJs you bought today, then off to bed, you hear?"
Drake could only softly nod, his head hanging low, unable to fully respond. Once again, Bull showed a soft and tender touch as he helped Drake into a set of wool pajamas they had gotten from the tailor's shop. He then helped the young doctor back onto the couch.
Now clean and warm, it didn't take long for Drake to get comfortable and quickly pass out.
"Okay," Bull said, standing up, hands on his hips, looking down at the sleeping young man. "Now my time for a bath and bed."
Using the same towel and warm water, Bull quickly gave himself a rinse and a wipe down. Simply pulling off his plaid shirt and yanking down his trousers, Bull was now no more than four feet away from this gorgeous blonde man.
He took a quick glance at Drake, who was passed out on the couch, with a sigh Bull dropped his briefs to reveal why he was actually nicknamed Bull, because he was Hung like one. As a semi firm ten inch long. And 3 inch thick cock fell free from its restricted confines of the briefs. He looked like it was a 32oz Beer can, dangling in the air over two tennis balls all wrapped in manly skin, with a thick bush of black and white hair.
With a steady pace, Bull quickly gave himself a sponge bath, wiping and cleaning the dust, dirt, and grime of the day away. As he cleaned himself off, he didn't notice Drake's eyes were ever so slightly open, squinting as if still asleep. Drake gazed at the single most magnificent display of masculinity he had ever laid eyes on, stirring deep and primal emotions and feelings he never knew he had and never imagined having.
The sheer power exuded from Bull's muscles as the water rippled off and cascaded down his hairy body. Bull squeezed the towel in the valley of his pecs, his chest two firm slabs of marble covered in tanned skin and black and white hair. His muscular abdomen acted like a washboard as Bull washed his eight-pack abs, mixing the water and body hair as he washed up and down.
Drake gulped as he saw the largest, thickest, and flat out biggest dick he'd ever seen, as the water trailed down the 10 inch shaft, and fell into the water basin at the giant's feet.
Bull wiped up and down his tree trunk legs. His defined quads were bigger and thicker than Drake's waistline, the definition of his muscles evident in the least body hair on Bull's body. Evidently rubbed off by his chaps and trousers. His massive shins and calves were bigger than Drake's quads, a stark contrast with the fully grown black and white hair on his shins.
With a final wring of the towel, Bull bent down and carried the basin off to the kitchen, leaving an utterly dumbfounded Drake alone with his thoughts.
With eyes shut tight, Drake's mind raced. "God, that man is gorgeous! Wait… What am I thinking?! I have my wife, Claira… and a six-month-old son, Lior!" He turned into the couch to hide the turmoil on his face. "What would Claira think if she found me like this?..." Then he paused and mused about his current situation. "...HOW would Claira find me like this?... COULD Claira even find me?... Could… anyone… from my time find me?..." His breathing betrayed him as Bull strode by, getting into his nighttime briefs.
"Hey Doc, you okay?" the giant asked with tenderness and concern.
"I'm fine, Bull," Drake muttered. "I just feel like absolute crap at the moment."
"Oh, okay." Bull replied, darkening the room as he doused the hearth fire. "Night," he said, getting into his bear-skinned bed.
"Night," Drake muttered, his mind racing with a mental tempest he'd never endured in all his life.