Date: Sun, 14 Apr 2013 02:10:29 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 153  by Rob Williams.

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 153
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
   Adam reunites with his boy Nate.  "Adam's body was fired up as he gazed
down at Nate.  The shirtless muscle-god towered over him, his boot planted
on Nate's naked chest like the victor after a wrestling match, preening in
triumph over his fallen victim.  `You're at my mercy, boy.  I can do
anything to you'."  Later, Steve, Hassan & Adam transform the handsome
architect Lloyd into the sex pig he craves to be.

***************

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 153

"Adam, Nate & Lloyd – One Hot Afternoon"


"So that's our tribe, Jason," Randy said.  "Whad'ya think?

"Un-fucking-believable," said Jason.  "The most beautiful bunch of guys
I've ever seen."

"Well you'll fit right in, calendar guy.  Shove over guys and make room for
him.  And keep your hands off him, boys ... no licking that jism off his
chest."

Randy had just introduced all the men to Jason, and his authoritative tone
came naturally after he had initiated the gorgeous fireman into the group
in his own inimitable way.  Jason had surrendered, like so many before him,
to the incredible sexual magnetism of the `king of the gypsies.'  The
fireman had come to the house as Bob's birthday present to the twins and
had been a huge hit with them.  Now, having survived the boss's rigorous
induction he sat down at the crowded birthday lunch table to a buzz of
enthusiastic welcomes.

Bob got up from the table and walked over to Randy with a broad smile.
"Well, big guy, I guess you showed Jason and everyone else who's the boss
around here.  And I suppose you've promised my ass to Jason.  I saw the
look that passed between you ... that special look of ours that I thought
was unique to us.  Well I have a confession.  When I was fucking him I felt
it too.  I mean he's so fucking gorgeous.  We're gonna have to be careful
there."

Randy grinned.  "No sweat, buddy.  You and I are solid, and I'll prove it.
All that fucking has made me hot for the ass I really want.  Let's cut out
of here for a while."

"Man, I'd follow you anywhere," Bob laughed.  "After all, you're the boss."

***************

Soon after they left, this major gathering of the tribe began to break up
into smaller groups.  The boys clustered together, with an exhilarated
Darius taking the lead.  He had filmed the whole amazing scene between
Randy and Jason but had not, of course, been a witness to the erotic
birthday celebration upstairs between Jason, Bob and the twins.  Now he
aimed to put that right, always eager for more masturbatory images to add
to his collection of fantasies.

"OK, dudes," he said to the twins in a conspiratorial tone.  "This is
what's known as the debriefing.  Now you have to tell us everything that
happened upstairs ... every detail ... no holding back.  And make it good
... exaggerations permitted."

Zack rolled his eyes at Jason and Mark.  "That's my boy.  But don't think
he's all gift-of-the gab, Jason.  As a matter of fact he's maturing quite
nicely ... even has a boy of his own, young Eddie, the kid you see there
gazing up at him adoringly.  Hey, Darius, when you've wrung all the juice
out of the twins there, why don't you bring Eddie across to my house, let
him relax with us a bit.  Don't want him overdosing on fantasy with you
guys."

The thought of being with Zack and Eddie was an image for Darius that
competed with the twins' tale and soon won out.  Darius stood up and said,
"Later, guys," then to Eddie, "come on kiddo, our master calls."  Eddie
followed Darius to the gate, thrilled with the prospect of spending time
with the two black muscle-studs ... his master and his master's master.

Jason had been invited by Randy to spend the night with him, Bob, Pablo and
the twins ... "getting to know the family," as Randy had said, though
everyone had a fair idea what that euphemism meant.  But before he left the
table the fireman huddled with Mark and Jamie.

"Man, I hope all this hasn't screwed up our friendship at all," Jason said.
"That workout we had in the firehouse gym, Mark, really stoked me, and I
meant what I said about doing it again."  He glanced at Jamie whose eyes
were riveted on him.  And Mark, I would really like to invite you and your
gorgeous boy here to my house, though I remember you made it clear that
Jamie is strictly off limits."

Mark grinned at Jamie, "Yeah, well maybe we can re-think that one a bit, eh
kiddo?"  and he could see from Jamie's sparkling eyes (not to mention the
bulge in his shorts) that that prospect was a hit with him.  "So sure,
Jason, just name the day."

Meanwhile at the other end of the table Nate was listening with rapt
attention to the conversation of four other guys, Adam, Hassan, Steve and
Lloyd.  He looked from one handsome face to the other and his body tingled
with expectation.

Steve was saying, "OK, fellas, looks like the party's pretty much winding
down here.  Hassan, I assume you're taking Adam and Nate to your place, but
the day is still young, the sun is still high, so why don't you join Lloyd
and me for drinks by our pool when you've ... er ... taken care of your own
business," and he grinned at Nate.

But Nate hesitated as he surveyed the wreckage on the meal table left by
fifteen hungry guys.  Jamie came to the rescue.  "It's OK, dude, me and
Pablo and the twins can take care of the clean-up.  Shit, if it was me
being invited by those four studs you wouldn't see me for dust."

"Hey, watch it, kid," smiled Mark.  "Sorry, sir," Jamie grinned back.

And so the party broke up with a last whispered word from Jamie to Nate.
"And don't forget that debriefing thing of Darius's.  When you come back,
dude, I want to hear everything ... like who did what to who and how often.
Got it?"

*************

Nate was in his favorite place, sitting between his two masters Hassan and
Adam in Hassan's jeep as it followed Lloyd's BMW up the winding hill to
Mulholland Drive high above the city.  Adam had flown in from Sydney just
in time for the birthday party so he had not yet had the chance to spend
time alone with Nate.  That came next, Nate hoped, a hope that was
reinforced by Adam's arm round him squeezing his shoulder.  They left the
talking to Hassan.

"So, Nate, what do you think of the new guy, the fireman?"

"He ... he's very attractive, sir," Nate stammered.

"Attractive!  He's fucking gorgeous, kid, and everyone knows it.  I just
wish Randy hadn't done his macho number on him that he always does.  I know
Mark and Zack didn't approve and I can't say I enjoyed watching it."

"Still," Adam said, "Jason took it like a real man ... and I'll tell you
something else.  A guy as vain as that knew how incredibly hot he looked
struggling and suffering in bondage... and he worked it like crazy.  Hell,
it was like something out of a porn video ... the muscular, naked
firefighter being tied up and fucked by the stud construction boss.
Anyway, it's all over and Jason got Randy's seal of approval."

Adam heaved a deep sigh.  "Still, I know what you mean, Hassan.  It's good
to get away from all that raw testosterone flying around and spend time in
your little house with our boy here."  Nate pressed against Adam as he felt
his arm tighten round him.

When the small convey arrived at the house the gate swung open and the BMW
drove to the entrance of the main house.  Steve and Lloyd went in to set up
drinks by the pool.  The jeep drove round to the back where Hassan jumped
out and ran down the steep path to open up the guest house he lived in.
Adam and Nate pulled out their backpacks and Adam impulsively took Nate in
his arms and gave him a long, lingering kiss.

"I've missed you, mate," he said in his strong Australian accent.  "Missed
you a whole lot."

"Me too, sir," Nate said softly.

"Hey," Adam smiled.  "You can cut the `sir'.  Like we said, when it's just
the two of us we're mates, OK?"

Nate grinned.  "OK, si... OK, mate."

Just as they got to the house Hassan came out.  He had already changed into
swim trunks and said to them, "Listen, guys, I have a feeling you'd like a
little time alone with each other ... get reacquainted, kind of."

"You sure, man?" asked Adam.

"Sure I'm sure.  After all, I get Nate every Thursday when he comes up here
to clean my house and ... well..." and Hassan actually blushed.  "Anyway,
I'll go and hang with Steve and Lloyd by their pool until you've ..." and
he blushed again.  "Take good care of the big guy, kiddo," he said to Nate,
brushing his cheek with his hand, and then he was gone.

Adam and Nate gazed after the tall Marine in his swim trunks bounding up
the path to the main house, his sculptured muscles gleaming in the
afternoon sun.  "You know, Nate, I always forget how gorgeous the man is.
Sometimes back home I lie in bed beating my meat thinking of the big Marine
fucking you and it always makes me shoot a huge load.  He has been taking
good care of you, I hope?"

"Oh yeah," Nate grinned.  "Every Thursday."

Adam laughed, then gazed at his handsome boy standing on the lawn.  "OK,
kid, now it's my turn.  And the first thing is to get you out of these
clothes."  Nate stood still and let his master undress him.  Adam pulled
the boy's T-shirt over his head, then unbuttoned his shorts and let them
fall round his ankles.  Nate stepped out of them and Adam stood back to
admire him.  His eyes ran over the ripped young body, naked now except for
his sneakers and long gray socks pulled up over his shins, a look that
always turned Adam on.

"Holy shit, you are one hot young stud, boy.  You want your master to fuck
that ass of yours? "

"Yes, please, sir," Nate said, mesmerized by the sight of the tall,
handsome Aussie hunk, looking superb in a black T-shirt that hugged the
contours of his muscular torso, tapering down to the brown belt at his slim
waist of his beige cords pants, his legs astride, brown boots firmly
planted on the patch of grass in front of Hassan's house.  To Nate the man
was a god and his cock was rigid as a pole as he stood motionless, waiting.
He knew he could shoot his load just by looking at this muscle-stud, but he
held back ... saving it.

Adam smiled and shook his head.  "Boy oh boy, you look so fucking beautiful
standing there ... and that gorgeous cock of yours ... looks like it's in
need of attention."  Adam surprised Nate by dropping to his knees in front
of him.  He took hold of the stiff cock and licked the head, making Nate
gasp when he lapped at the hard rim of the head.  Then he pressed the tip
of his tongue into the hole and savored the taste of the pre-cum oozing
from it.

Nate was beside himself.  He had not cum since his last time with Hassan,
saving himself for Adam, so he had built up a big head of steam.  "Oooh,"
he moaned.  "Don't do that, please mate... it's gonna make me cum."  Adam
grinned up at him.  "That's OK Nate ... any time you like.  Believe me, I'm
gonna make you shoot several loads before we go up to join the guys."  He
reached forward and clamped his hands round Nate's hips, the hard rod
inches from his face.  Then he eased forward and Nate felt his cock sliding
into his master's mouth.

He couldn't breathe as he looked down at Adam's strong, chiseled features
and the square jaw clamped hard round his cock.  As Adam gripped Nate's
hips and pulled them toward him the muscles of his arms flexed so hard that
the short black sleeves of the T-shirt slid back off the bulging biceps.
Nate's legs went weak and he thought he might pass out.  He had known Adam
would fuck him but he wasn't expecting to see the muscle-god on his knees,
eating his cock like this.  His heart beat wildly, he felt heat rising from
his balls and he knew he couldn't hold back any longer.

He shouted, "I can't stop it ... I'm cumming, sir ... aaagh!"  All his pent
up lust suddenly exploded in his master's mouth and he felt his juice
pulsing into the back of Adam's throat, again and again.  Mesmerized, Nate
watched Adam's throat work as he swallowed his cum.  Then suddenly Adam
pulled away, jumped to his feet and clamped his cum-filled mouth over
Nate's.  The warm cream passed back and forth between them and Adam went
wild, kissing the boy's lips hard then running his mouth over his cheeks,
forehead, and eyes.  And all the time cum oozed from his mouth, smothering
Nate's face.

Nate was in a daze, feeling his own cum and Adam's saliva all over him,
seeing through a veil of semen the wild-eyed face of his exhilarated
master.  Adam took a last swallow of cum and gazed at Nate's cum-soaked
face.  "Oh man," he gasped, "you look so fucking hot like that.  I gotta
fuck your ass, boy."  His voice became harder.  "On your back, boy."

Instantly Nate fell onto his back on the grass and stared up at Adam.  He
loved it when the usually calm, rock-steady man went wild like this but he
had never seen him so stoked, so ferociously horny, so beautiful.  Adam's
body was fired up, heat racing through him as he gazed down at Nate, naked
except for his socks and sneakers.

"Shit damn, the number of times I've busted my load thinking of you, boy,
and now here you are ... naked at my feet, waiting for your master's big
pole to ram your ass.  Adam lifted his foot from the ground and planted his
boot firmly on the middle of Nate's chest.  "Look at me, boy.  You're at my
mercy.  I can do anything to you."  Nate looked up spellbound at the brown
eyes boring down into his, the heavy boot pressing down on his naked chest.
He was trapped by the tall, powerful muscle-god, and he gasped when he saw
what came next.

Adam raised his arms, reached behind his neck and pulled at the top of his
black T-shirt.  The tight shirt rose slowly over his ripped abs, his chest
and shoulders and he tossed it aside.  He was now stripped to the waist and
Nate stared at the spectacular body, slanting down from broad, hard
shoulders, over flared lats to the tight waist cinched by the brown belt.
As the T-shirt had pulled out of his pants it had pulled up on his shorts
and the white cotton waistband now showed an inch above the belt, a
striking contrast to the golden tan of his eight-pack abs.

The man was stunningly beautiful and instinctively Nate's hand went down to
his cock, already hard again so soon after his multiple orgasm.  Adam
increased the pressure of his boot on Nate's chest and stretched his arms
out to the sides, displaying his perfect physique, like the victor after a
wrestling match, preening in triumph over his fallen victim.

Nate felt his cock tremble as his master said tauntingly, "That's it, boy,
stroke that cock ... look up at your gorgeous master and beat your meat."
He pressed his boot a bit harder on his chest.  "Feel that, boy?  You're
trapped, and you know what's gonna happen?  The big muscle stud is gonna
ram his pole up your ass, boy.  See this?"

He grabbed his crotch, squeezing his hands round the outline of the bulge
in his cords.  "This is the rod that's gonna fuck that helpless ass of
yours.  Yeah, pound that meat, you little fucker ... show me you want my
dick in your ass ... show me how much I turn you on."  He was shouting now.
"Show me how much you love me, Nate!"

Nate was in a frenzy, pounding his cock faster and faster, gazing up at the
man he worshipped.  Yeah, he would show him ... he would show him he loved
him, he would show him he longed to feel his dick inside him.  He would cum
for him again ... he would cum ... right now ... "I love you, sir!" ... and
a long ribbon of cum shot from his cock and splashed down onto the boot on
his chest.

***************

Nate had closed his eyes when he blasted his load, and when he opened them
again Adam was kneeling astride him.  They were mates again.  Adam smiled
down at him, leaned forward and kissed his mouth hungrily.  He pulled back
and said, "I love you, Nate ... you are everything I could want in a boy.
Now, I've made you cum twice in quick succession, and I did that
deliberately so you wouldn't shoot a load as soon as you felt my dick
sliding in your ass.  Now I can fuck you for a long time without you
cumming.

Nate grinned, "I wouldn't count on that, mate."

"That sounds like a challenge, kid.  Look at this," Adam said, stroking the
massive bulge in his tan cords.  "My cock is throbbing, kiddo, straining to
get into your ass.  You wanna see?"  He unzipped his pants and his cock
sprang out, long and hard as iron.  "Here, touch it."  Nate reached forward
and gently stroked the huge shaft, bulging veins etched along its length as
it pulsed for release, and he imagined how it would feel in his ass.

Suddenly Adam fell forward and put his hands on the ground above Nate's
head.  He raised himself up on his feet so he was spread-eagled above Nate,
only his hands and boots touching the ground.  His long body was arching
over the boy, his cock pointing straight down at the boy's face.  Nate
stared up at the magnificent body, reached up and ran his hands down the
flared lats and over the flexed abs, coming to rest round the tight waist.
It was Adam's waist that Nate found the biggest turn-on, especially now
that the top of his white shorts showed above the waistband of his pants
against the tanned skin.

He reached further round until his palms cupped the hard globes of Adam's
ass through the cords.  In a daze he pressed down on the ass, pulling the
hips toward him ... and he opened his mouth.  "Yeah that's it, boy," he
heard Adam say.  "Open wide and taste your master's cock.  Make it feel
good, boy.

Nate thought his heart would leap from his chest as he tasted the pre-cum
at the tip of the cock, then felt the rod push into his mouth, deeper and
deeper until it came to rest at the back of his throat and Nate's face
pressed into the damp, wiry pubic hair.  He breathed deeply through his
nose, intoxicated by the musky taste and smell of this glorious man.

Adam pulled back and Nate again put his hands on the sides of his waist,
feeling the leather belt, the cotton shorts and his rippling lower abs.  He
was hypnotized by the erotic sight of the slim waist of his shirtless
master right above him.  Adam's chest and shoulders flexed as he did a
series of pushups over the boy, his hips rising and falling, his long cock
sliding into his mouth.  Nate lost all sense of where he was, focusing only
on the leather belt, the white waistband of the shorts and the tan skin.

He clenched his throat round the cock and swallowed hard, tasting the
pre-cum in the back of his throat.  His face was again buried in the pubic
hair, he was dimly aware that he was shaking, that his cock was once again
throbbing ...  that his juice was pouring out of it.  He felt the liquid
splash on his chest and he couldn't believe that he was cumming for a third
time.  But he had no control ... Adam was so beautiful, so incredibly hot,
that Nate had once again surrendered to him completely.

*************

Nate was sobbing now, all his resistance and inhibitions gone.  "I'm sorry,
sir," he stammered.  "I lost my load.  I had to cum again, but I was trying
to save it for when you fucked me."  Then with an edge of panic, "You are
still gonna fuck me, sir, aren't you?"

Adam grinned and waved his rock hard cock in Nate's face.  "Look at this
huge piece of meat, boy.  Do you think it's gonna be satisfied with
anything less than your sweet ass?  And don't worry about shooting three
loads.  You've still got more in you, boy ... at least you will when you
feel this rod in your ass."

Nate was totally in his master's power now and watched spellbound as Adam
stood up, kicked off his boots, unbuckled his belt and let his cords drop
round his ankles.  He stepped out of them and towered over his boy, naked
except for his white boxer briefs with his steel rod standing straight out
of them.  The muscular, tanned body was magnificent and Nate reflexively
reached down to his cock again, but Adam stopped him.

"Don't you cum again, boy.  This time you're not gonna cum until I hear you
beg for my permission to shoot, is that clear?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."

Adam dropped his shorts and fell to his knees between Nate's legs, hooked
them over his shoulders and pressed the head of his cock against Nate's
hole.  Nate held his breath, waiting for his master's rod to penetrate him
... but that would have been too easy.  Adam wanted him to be desperate for
it, so he held back, teasing him.

"Feel that cock against your hole, boy?  How many times have your jerked
off thinking about that?  How many times have you dreamed of me pulling off
that black T-shirt you like so much, standing over you and stripping naked?
How many times have you narrowed your eyes and imagined you could see my
face gazing down at you as I got ready to push my dick inside your ass.
Could you feel it sliding inside you ... could you feel it going deep,
right down into that warm secret place deep in your gut?  Did it make you
shoot your load?  Tell me, boy.  How often?  Tell me..."

Nate was going wild with frustrated lust and anticipation and he stared up
into the penetrating brown eyes.  "Many times, sir ... all the time.  Every
night in bed I think of you, picture you ... your face, your body ... and I
see you naked, feel your cock sliding into my ass and I don't even have to
touch myself ... I cum all over myself, and I go to sleep like that,
covered in the juice that you made me shoot."

"But Hassan fucks you."

"Yes, sir, every time I come up here, and it's great.  He's very good to
me, sir, and I love him.  But sometimes I'm missing you so much that, as I
look up at him, I half close my eyes and his face becomes yours, and his
cock becomes yours and ... and I feel you fucking me, sir."

"Does it feel like this?"

"Aaah ... aaah ... oh, god ... aaah!"  Nate gasped, his chest heaved and
his heart pounded as, at long last, he felt the head of Adam's cock slide
over his sphincter and the long, hard rod push slowly passed the warm
membrane of his ass, deeper and deeper until it came to rest way down
inside him.

"There," Adam said softly.  "That's what we both jack off to, Nate, when
we're thousands of miles apart.  But there's no ocean separating us now,
mate, and I am really gonna fuck you.  But I warn you ... I haven't busted
my load for days now, saving it for you.  I've watched you cum three times
and I've held back.  Now my fucking body is on fire, boy, and my balls are
bulging with hot juice, waiting to explode.  So this is not gonna be our
usual love fuck.  This time it's raw, male lust.  I am hot for you, boy,
white hot, and I am gonna fucking ream your ass.

"But while I pound you I forbid you to shoot.  You'll want to like crazy
but you don't shoot another load until I hear you beg and give you
permission.  Is that clear?"  Then more gently, "Is that what you want,
Nate."

"More than anything in the world, sir."  His eyes brimmed with tears.  "I'm
your boy, sir.  I love you ... I want to feel you ... I want you to hurt me
..."

Adam fell forward, pinned Nate's wrists to the ground and gazed into his
pleading eyes.  They had an understanding.  And so it began.  Adam's hips
pulled back slowly until the head of his cock slid back over the sphincter
and out, resting on the outside of the hole.  Adam ran his eyes over the
handsome boy trapped beneath him ... his captive ... his lover ... his boy!

He was overcome by his beauty and it was as if an electric charge ran
through his body.  He yelled, "God I love you, boy!" ... and he rammed his
cock back into the hole like a spear, piercing it right to the back of his
ass.  Nate screamed, and his screams served only to drive Adam to greater
frenzy.  His long shaft pulled back, then pierced the ass again ... and
again and again.  His cock became a jackhammer, driving into the ass like a
machine, powered by visceral lust.

Adam was like a stallion, rearing up wild-eyed, aware only of the fire in
his raging cock.  Nate had never seen him like this, never felt him like
this, and he gritted his teeth until the pain had passed and his ass
surrendered to the exquisite sensation of his master's piston drilling into
him.  First pain and then passion, both almost made Nate pass out, but he
fought against unconsciousness, desperate to endure the ecstasy of his
master's assault on his ass.

Adam's fiery eyes blazed down at the boy whose ass was impaled on this
thundering cock.  "Man, I love that hot ass.  I'm gonna fucking ream your
ass, boy ... it's mine ... you belong to me, kid.  Show me ..."

Nate clenched his ass muscles, squeezing them round the rod that pistoned
inside him.  He looked up at the spectacular muscle-god, the sun streaming
behind him, his body gleaming, dripping with sweat.  Nate lost all
sensation of pain, all inhibition as he drifted into another world where
all he saw was the glorious man hammering his ass.  He yelled, "Yeah, fuck
my ass, sir ... harder ... I love your cock in my ass ... I love it
... hurt me, sir ... rip my ass!"

Into Adam's delirium of uncontrolled lust Nate's words broke through
... "hurt me, sir" ... and he knew he was in danger of going too far.  His
hunger for this boy was so intense that he knew he could ravage his ass,
proving his love by inflicting pain.  He took heaving breaths and gazed
down at the boy helpless beneath him, the boy who trusted him to love and
protect him.  His lust cooled, his body slowed and his cock eased gently in
and out of the tender ass.

His voice was soft.  "Do you want me to cum inside you, boy?  Do you want
to feel my juice pour into your ass?"

"Yes please, sir," Nate moaned ... "please..."

He gazed up at the heaving body and watched it spasm, watched the face rear
back, saw the mouth open and scream ... "Aaaaagh!"  Nate felt the cock
shudder inside his ass and then explode, blasting juice deep inside him.
All of Adam's pent-up desire that had built up inside him, in his balls and
his cock ... all of it now erupted in one spectacular orgasm as his cock
pumped stream after stream of juice inside his boy.

Nate gazed in awe at the incredible sight of the muscle-god, his master,
writhing and thrashing as he emptied his load into him.  The sight, the
sensation, brought him to the brink and he began to beg.  "Please, sir.  I
have to shoot so bad, sir.  Please let me ... please say I can cum, sir.
You said I could if I beg, sir.  Please ..."

Still pinning his wrists to the ground Adam smiled down at him.  "OK, mate.
Go for it.  Cum because you love me.  Show me how much you love me, mate."

He loved the sight of his boy's eyes opening wide, of his body writhing
beneath him, of his cock shuddering and shooting a ribbon of cum that
arched upward and splashed against Adam's chest, followed by another, and
another.

Finally, when they were still, Adam fell forward onto his boy, their
cum-slicked bodies sliding together.  They stared into each other's eyes
and Adam said softly, "You OK, mate?  I didn't hurt you too much?"

"I never felt better in my life, mate," Nate grinned.  "You know, I love
jerking off thinking about you but, when it comes right down to it, there's
absolutely nothing like the real thing, is there?

***************

Steve, Lloyd and Hassan were well into their cocktails, lounging in the sun
by the pool.  They had heard all the moans, groans, howls of pain and
passion coming from down the hill and Steve grinned.  "Man, reunions are
great, aren't they?  Hey Lloyd, why don't you fly to Sydney and stay with
Adam for a week or two and then we could have a noisy reunion like that?"

Lloyd shot back, "What makes you think if I was with Adam I'd ever come
back?  I'd probably apply for Australian citizenship."

Steve was about to deliver a taunting comeback when suddenly they saw
trudging up the slope from the guesthouse two figures in swim trunks and
semen.  At least, that's the way they looked as their bodies gleamed with
what had to be the juice of many orgasms.  And there was a distinct glow
about them and dazed smiles fixed to their faces.

"Hi, guys, what you been up to?" Hassan asked nonchalantly, his eyes
sparkling.

"Hassan," Steve said, "take this word of advice from Doctor Steve.  When
you see two men smothered in jism, with stupid smiles on their faces,
glowing bright enough to set the sagebrush on fire ... it's a pretty safe
bet they've been fucking.  That, plus the noises from down the hill like
animals in heat."

Above the laughter he said to the new arrivals.  "Come join us, guys.  You
could probably use a drink.  But first you might wanna wash all that white
stuff off you.  Lloyd gets restless when there's a heavy smell of jism in
the air."  Lloyd threw a pillow at Steve, while Adam and Nate took up
Steve's suggestion and dived into the pool.

A few minutes later they were all lounging on chaises and Nate was
listening to the raunchy conversation of the four guys.  He was, of course,
the only boy there and felt just a bit self-conscious in the macho company
of the doctor, the architect, the Marine and the airline crewman, so to
hide his nervousness he did what came naturally to him.  He jumped up and
started to clear up, gathering up empty bottles, folding towels and
plumping up cushions.

Hey, Nate," Lloyd said.  "You're not at home now ... you're not our
houseboy ... not yet at least.  Here, you want something to do?  Come and
help me get some food ready."

Jumping at the chance Nate eagerly followed Lloyd into the house.  Adam
frowned and said, "You know, sometimes I worry about Nate being the
houseboy and all, with the lowest seniority in the house.  I mean, he loves
doing it but I think that somehow that's all he sees himself as.  He's
worth much more than that, though ... a smart kid, great personality
... not to mention hot as a pistol.  What do you think, Steve?  You're the
therapist."

"Funny you bring it up, Adam," Steve said.  "I've seen him come up here
every week and Lloyd and I were talking.  We'd love to have him take care
of our place too, but obviously he's already got his work cut out with the
guys' big complex down there, Zack's house and Hassan's place.  But what if
he were to take on an assistant ... you know expand his horizons, turn his
skills into a small business?  It could be the making of him ... a real
boost for his self-esteem."

"You know, there could be a lot in that," said Hassan, "don't you think,
Adam?"  Adam was enthusiastic and they got to mulling over the ways it
could work.  Pretty soon Lloyd and Nate came out with trays of food and
more drinks.  As they sat around the table by the pool Adam broached the
subject with Nate and the boy's eyes sparkled.  The idea had never occurred
to him, but now that they mentioned it ...

"Thing is," said Hassan, "finding the right guy to take on as your
assistant."

"Oh, I don't think there'd be a problem there," said Nate.  "You know
Eddie, the young bar-back in that little beer joint in Palm Springs.  Well
he's crazy about Darius ... he's become his boy really ... and he keeps
talking about one day moving to L.A.  He always helps me when he's here,
was great at helping put the twins' birthday party together.  He'd be a
natural ... `Course, we'd have to run it by Darius and Zack, Bob and Randy
too, and I'd talk to Jamie about payroll stuff, but I think I could
persuade them all ..."

He broke off, seeing Adam and Hassan smiling at him already grabbing hold
of the idea and running with it.  Steve grinned at the guys.  "See what I
mean?... could be the making of him."

***************

They let the matter rest there until they could talk to the other guys,
though the notion continued to percolate in Nate's eager young mind.  It
wasn't long, however, before liquor and the heavy aura of testosterone in
the air turned the conversation to an even more raunchy and uninhibited
shade of blue.  Lloyd was noticeably restless and jumped up to go in and
`take a leak', he said.

Steve grinned and shrugged.  "You all see that boner in Lloyd's shorts?
Shit, it's so big it almost hits you in the face.  God, I know him so well.
He has such a huge sex drive that, surrounded by all you gorgeous guys, he
goes crazy for cock.  He can be a real sex pig sometimes ... and the
raunchier the better.  He exhausts me with his need for hard-core action."

"Think he's jacking off in there?" Hassan grinned.

"Maybe so ... but I think even he would see that's a waste with so much
prime beef out here.  Tell you what ... when he comes out, if he's still
got that hard-on in his shorts maybe you guys could all help me out.  I
know exactly what he wants."

Before they could reply Lloyd emerged from the house and his boner seemed
bigger than ever.  As he stood and looked down at the four stunning,
near-naked men, his cock got visibly harder.

OK, buddy," said Steve, jumping to his feet, his voice taking on a hard
edge.  "Strip off those shorts and get on your fucking knees."  Instantly
Lloyd was transformed from smooth-talking architect to obedient sex slave,
dropping the shorts and falling to the grass on all fours.

Taking their lead from Steve, the other three guys stood up and all got
naked.  They gazed in awe at the muscular stud on his hands and knees, his
head bowed in willing submission.  Slowly he raised his head and his
handsome face looked from one gorgeous naked bodybuilder to the other,
their already-hard cocks just inches from his face.  He was actually
drooling.

Inhibitions had been lowered by all the liquor so Steve found it easy to
adopt the tone he knew was a massive turn-on for Lloyd.  "OK, pig, push
that ass in the air and tell me what you want."  Lloyd pushed his ass
higher and moaned, "I wanna feel dick in my ass.  I wanna get fucked so
bad."

Steve grinned at the other guys, moved forward and held his rigid cock
against Lloyd's waiting hole.  "OK, stud, here it comes..." and he rammed
his pole ferociously inside his lover's ass, making Lloyd's head jerk back
and his mouth open in a guttural howl.  "Oh, yeah ... fuck me, man, fuck my
ass ... come on man ... pound that ass."

The men gazed in awe at the two lovers, the one subservient, on all fours,
begging to have his ass ploughed, the other magnificent as his heavily
muscled body moved back and forth, hands gripping Lloyd's hips pulling his
ass back savagely onto his long, thick rod.  Steve looked at the guys, his
eyes gleaming, knowing how totally awesome he looked jackhammering his
lover.  Hassan, Adam and Nate were all stroking their cocks and could have
cum all over Lloyd, he looked so damned hot, but Steve had other ideas.

As it happened Hassan was standing right in front of Lloyd's head as it
flew back again, the jaw sagged and the mouth opened wide.  Steve motioned
with his eyes from Hassan's face to Lloyd's head.  The cue was unmistakable
and just as Lloyd started to scream again Hassan's thick cock plugged his
mouth, turning the scream to a choke as Lloyd swallowed desperately to
control his gagging.  "Yeah," Hassan yelled in triumph.  "That's
U.S. Marine prime beef in your mouth, man.  Eat it ...!"

Hassan and Steve looked at each other with the acknowledgement of two
powerful macho studs, both ploughing the shuddering man on his knees
between them.  Adam glanced anxiously at Nate and was happy to see the look
of awestruck wonder on his face as he stroked his cock hard.  Adam
whispered in his ear, "Don't cum yet, mate ... you're gonna need it."

Hassan was matching Steve's rhythm stroke for stroke.  The feel of the
architect's throat clenching round his cock, and the sight of the handsome
doctor pounding ass was bringing the Marine to a climax.  "Here it comes,
big guy," he yelled.  "Drink that soldier's juice" ... and he blasted what
felt to Lloyd like a gallon of hot, pungent liquid deep down in his throat.

Lloyd's eyes were flowing with tears as he swallowed desperately, his face
buried in the stinking black pubic hair of the sweaty Marine.  Steve's huge
cock still pistoned in his ass and he was on the verge of passing out when
suddenly the cock pulled out of his mouth and he took gulps of air as his
head fell limply forward.

But instantly a hand grabbed his hair and pulled his head back up.  Adam
stared down at the incredible sight of the handsome face, gleaming with
sweat and tears, the mouth sagging open, semen dripping from it down over
his chin.  Adam was so turned on he growled.  "Now let's see what you can
do with a big hunk of Aussie meat, stud.  Open wide, man ..."  Lloyd's
objections were stifled by the long pole sliding into his cum-filled mouth,
driving down into his already ravaged throat.

As Lloyd gagged again, Adam looked up at Steve and grinned, "Come on, stud
... let's fuck."  The two muscle gods got off watching each other pound the
suffering man.  They matched each other's hammer blows, loving the feel of
the hot membrane round their cocks.  "Shit, your man is a great fucking
cock-sucker, Steve," Adam said.  "He has one hot fucking mouth.  You want
me to bust my load inside him?"

"Yeah, finish him off, man.  Let him have it...!"

"Here it comes, Lloyd," Adam yelled.  "Aussie juice from Down Under.
Aaah..."  His cock erupted and this time Lloyd did momentarily black out.
When he came to seconds later he was swallowing, gulping hard, choking on
the river of cum pouring down his throat.  He was sobbing as the long cock
pulled slowly out of his mouth ... but incredibly it wasn't over.

Adam grabbed his hair again and snarled down at him.  "Hope you like Aussie
cum, Lloyd, `cause there's another Aussie here ... and he's my boy.  Now I
always make sure my boy gets what he wants, and right now he wants to stick
his young cock in your mouth.  Come here, boy."

Nate stood beside Adam and looked down at the shattered face, tears pouring
down his cheeks, cum flowing from his open mouth and over the square,
stubbled jaw.  Nate almost came looking at the pornographic image, but he
knew he had to hold back.  Adam growled, "Look at my boy, Lloyd, and tell
him what you want.  And ask him real nice, you hear?"

The handsome, ravaged face gazed up at the young boy and he croaked in
abject humiliation, "I want you to fuck my face, sir.  Please ... shove you
cock in my mouth ... sir."

Nate glanced at Adam for his nod, then lined up his cock with the open
mouth and slowly pushed it inside.  "Aaah," he sighed as his rod slid down
into the cum-slicked throat.  It was the exquisite, warm feel that turned
him on, sure, but more than that it was the idea that he was going to empty
his ball-sac into this gorgeous man's mouth and add it to the pools of cum
left by both his masters, Hassan and then Adam.

Nate had already cum four times earlier with Adam, but even so he knew he
would not last long here, it was such an overwhelming sensation as he felt
the throat squeeze his cock.  He knew he was lost when he looked up and saw
Steve, his hips pounding back and forth, his steel blue eyes boring into
his.  "That's it, Nate ... good boy ... fuck that gorgeous face.  I know
you wanna shoot your load ... so do I, so we'll do it together."

The sight of the spectacular Steve, the sound of his deep voice, were
mesmerizing for Nate, as he fucked Lloyd's mouth.  "You know, Nate," Steve
continued, "I haven't fucked you yet but soon I'm gonna ask Adam and Hassan
if they'll let me.  Would you like that?"

Nate gulped.  "Yes please, sir."

"OK, but first you have to help me finish off this man on his knees here.
Can you shoot when I tell you too?"

"Definitely, sir."

"OK, just watch me."  Nate saw Steve's muscular body move faster and
faster, heard Lloyd's muffled moans become more desperate as the rods in
his ass and mouth pushed harder.  Nate looked down at the handsome,
tortured face of the architect, then up at Steve, and he gasped as he saw
his two masters standing on either side of him.  All three men were smiling
at him, urging him on.  "You ready, Nate?" Steve asked.  "'Cause I'm hotter
than hell ... shit, I love this man's ass ... here it comes ... I'm gonna
shoot, guys ... Aaagh!'

His load that had been building all this time finally erupted deep inside
Lloyd's ass as Steve's sculpted muscles flexed, his body shuddered and his
head flew back in ecstasy.  Nate stopped breathing ... there was only one
thing he could do as he gazed at the three glorious faces.  For the fifth
time that day the lithe young body convulsed, he screamed and his cock
exploded in Lloyd's tortured mouth.

There was a stunned silence, broken only by the heavy breathing of the two
men who had just emptied their loads in Lloyd.  Steve at last pulled out of
his lover's ass and came round to stand with the other three men at Lloyd's
head.  He pulled it up by the hair and they all stared down at the
defeated, humiliated face, pornographic now as tears and sweat poured down
it and semen still flowed from the open mouth.

Steve grinned down at him.  "I know that's exactly what you wanted, buddy.
Am I right?"  A trace of a smile crossed Lloyd's face as he groaned
hoarsely, "Yes, sir ... exactly."

"So what do you say to Hassan and Adam, and especially to their boy, Nate?'

The handsome architect's tear-soaked face gazed up at them.  "Thanks you,
sirs.  Thank you."

*****************

It was some time later, after a long swim, more food and more drink, that
the sexual vibrations in the air came to a rest and the group sat relaxing
by the pool.  Lloyd's sexual urges had been more than satisfied, and he had
become what he wanted ... a sex pig, used and dominated by these gorgeous
men.  He had even suffered the ultimate humiliation of being face-fucked by
their boy after calling him sir.  As for Nate, all his earlier reticence
and shyness had disappeared after he had played his part in the sexual
domination of the handsome architect.

Hassan sighed with total satisfaction.  "Man, that was a hot afternoon
... and I'm not talking about the weather.  We should do it again while
Adam's here ... or something like it.  Maybe next time, Steve, you can work
on a different ass," and he grinned at Nate.  "Say, I wonder if the guys in
the house are having as much fun.  What did Randy say to Jason?  Something
about getting to know the family?  Come on, Doctor Steve, you're the
therapist, you seem to know everything about everyone."

Steve laughed.  "I wouldn't go that far, but one guy I do know about is my
brother Randy.  No mystery there.  `Course, we all saw him do his number on
Jason, proving he was the best with his superior strength and sexual
magnetism.  We've seen that before, but what's different this time is that
Randy wants to prove even more to Jason.

"I think he and Bob felt something special stirring in them for the
fireman, so Randy wants to show him that he's more than brute force and a
great fuck.  That's why he used the word family ... which is what they are
... Randy, Bob, Pablo and the twins.  And he wants to prove to Jason that
he's the undisputed head of that family, that they all worship him.  Bob
obviously has been deeply in love with Randy from the day they first met
... Pablo, his adopted son, idolizes him as his hero ... and the twins love
him because Bob does.

"You see, Randy takes his own strength and sexual superiority for granted.
But what he values most is his family.  And that's what he wants to show
off to Jason."

"And how does he do that?" asked Adam.

Steve smiled knowingly.  "Oh, my brother has his ways.  That's what makes
him the boss."

*****************

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" ... Part 154

Hey guys, this is Rob Williams.  I hope that chapter got you off, and I
welcome your comments and suggestions, which can be very helpful in
planning future chapters.  E-mail me in confidence at rw6789@aol.com.  I
always reply.

ALSO, I urge you to visit my Web-site www.atrialofstrength.com.  You can
read the whole story, all the many chapters, with extras, including
pictures and biographies of all the characters and some other great
artwork.  Click on the `Our Story' tab to read the current chapter, or
click on the green button to browse all the chapter synopses.

Enjoy!  Rob Williams