Date: Wed, 28 Aug 2013 02:05:11 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 172  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 172
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  Randy punishes Pablo and Ben.  "Roped together they stared into each
other's eyes, two naked muscular boys grinding their bodies together with
mounting lust, and Ben discovered a new kind of craving for Pablo."  Later
Ben shocks his big brother Randy.  Staring up at the swarthy muscle-god,
Ben says, "You are the most beautiful brother a boy ever had, sir.  You
know what I want you to do to me.  Please, sir..."

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


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 172
"Ben Submits to His New Master – & to His Brother"


Work resumed on the remodeling of the house next door with no mention of
Zack's domination of Adam and Nate the evening before, though everyone knew
every last detail of it thanks to Darius and his highly erotic video.
Randy's every effort now was to keep the men focused on the work at hand,
and by the end of the day the house was looking great, the work nearly
completed.  So he called a halt and the crew left – all except for Pablo
and Ben.

They stayed behind working on a nagging electrical problem they had been
trying to fix.  Their annoyance and frustration were raising the tension
between them that had been building for several days.  A complex electric
wall-socket in the kitchen was causing the problem.  Ben had been trying to
activate it on his own, but when Pablo inspected it he said irritably,
"Shit, that's no damn good, boy.  You can't wire it like that.  It'll
short-circuit in no time and could cause a fire."

The criticism stung, and Ben's mounting resentment of Pablo's position as
his boss boiled over and he lost his temper.  "Oh yeah?  If you're so
fucking smart, why don't you fix it yourself, asshole?  I quit for the
day."

"You'll quit when I tell you to quit, boy.  I'm still your boss, remember?"

"Oh yeah?  Well I'm Randy's brother, you're only adopted, so when I say I
quit ... I quit."

He turned and walked through the door but Pablo followed him outside and
grabbed him.  The inevitable fight followed.  Instantly they were rolling
over the grass outside the house, trading punches and obscenities.  The
sparks were flying and the fight was so intense that they were oblivious of
anything else ... even the actual sparks coming from the wall socket in the
kitchen.  Pablo had been right.  Ben's wiring was dangerous, and they had
neglected to turn off the current.  The socket was glowing hot and smoke
started to rise from it.

Next door the rest of the guys were kicking back after the day's work.
Jason and Randy were chatting over cold beers, when suddenly Jason glanced
at the house next door and shouted, "Holy shit ... smoke!  There's a
fire!"As they bolted for the gate Randy growled, "Those fucking boys of
mine.  I should have known."

Wrestling frantically on the ground the boys were panting hard, taking
heavy breaths of air ... and smoke.  In their frenzy they suddenly became
aware that smoke was pouring from the kitchen window.  The fight was
abandoned as they leapt to their feet.  Looking around desperately they saw
a garden hose lying close by, grabbed it and dragged it into the kitchen.
The fire from the wall socket was really taking hold now, with sparks still
flying and flames licking up the wall.

Together they pointed the hose at the source of the fire and were about to
turn it on when it was suddenly wrenched from their hands.  "No!" Jason
yelled.  "No water on an electrical fire."  His professional eye had summed
up the situation in an instant and he took charge.  He saw a couple of
buckets of sand in a corner, left over from the construction work.  "Quick,
Randy," he said.  "And Pablo, turn off the current – now!"  Jason and
Randy grabbed the buckets and heaved the contents at the fire's source,
smothering the flames.  Pablo ran to the junction box and pulled the master
switch, knocking out the electricity.  Thanks to Jason's quick thinking the
emergency was swiftly brought under control.

Wisps of smoke still curled from the socket that Jason inspected and
declared safe.  He turned to the boys, standing in shock, and said, "Never
use tap water on an electrical fire guys.  The minerals in water conduct
electricity and you could be electrocuted."  He grinned at them.  "At least
you've learned one lesson from this little crisis, guys."

Randy was not nearly so forgiving.  "Yeah, and that's not the only lesson
they'll learn." His face was thunderous as his gaze travelled over the
damage to the wall and ceiling and finally lighted on the shaken boys.
"OK, what's the story?" he growled.

"It was all my fault, sir," Pablo said. "We fucked up the wiring and forgot
to turn off the current."

"But how the hell did the fire take such a hold?  What the fuck were you
doing all that time?"

There was an uneasy silence as Pablo and Ben glanced at each other.  Then
Pablo took a deep breath and said, "We were fighting, sir – outside in
the garden."

"Jesus fucking Christ," Randy yelled and paced the room, running his hand
through his hair in frustration.  "You could have burned the fucking place
down ... all the work that's gone into it ... you fucking assholes, I
should ..."  He tailed off as Bob and Zack came into the room.  Randy stood
fuming, clenching and unclenching his fists, while Jason explained briefly
what had happened.  Bob threw a cautionary look at Randy, and Zacktook a
close look at the damage, running his hand over the wall.

"Hmm, no structural damage ... looks like you caught it just in time,
Jason.  Needs a couple new drywall panels, new baseboard, new wiring and
electrical outlet, and a fresh paint job on the wall, ceiling and window
frame.  Hey Randy, you lend me Pablo and Ben and we can fix it pretty fast
... should set us back a day at the most."

Distracted with anger Randy said, "What?  Oh yeah, sure, buddy, thanks.
And the asshole boys will work without pay."  He took a step towards them
but Bob put a restraining hand on his arm.  "Pablo," Bob said, "go to your
room and stay there until Randy sends for you.  Same goes for you Ben
... go wait in your basement room."

As the boys fled the room Randy looked sharply at Bob, but let himself be
led back to their house and upstairs to their room, where he paced and
fumed.  "Stupid little shit-for-brains fuckers.  I trusted them to work
together ... I made it clear, `no fighting', and they flat out disobeyed
me.  I blame Pablo ... he was supposed to be in charge ... he was Ben's
boss and he fucked up.  I'll whip their fucking asses for this.  Where's
Pablo, in his room?  I'll fucking beat the crap out of the boy."

He took a few steps toward the door but Bob blocked his way.  "Randy, cool
it for a minute.  You're angry right now and not thinking straight.  Maybe
you should ..." but he realized he had gone too far as Randy's eyes blazed.

"Are you telling me how to raise my boys, asshole?  Out of my way!"  In his
rage he grabbed Bob and flung him savagely aside.  Bob lurched backward,
crashed over a table and fell, hitting his head on a corner of the table as
he collapsed to the floor.

In an instant sanity flooded back to Randy and he stared in horror at Bob
groaning on the ground.  He fell to his knees, scooped Bob into his lap and
cradled his head that was bleeding from a cut on his forehead.  "Oh, man
... I didn't mean ... oh shit, buddy, not you of all men.  I'm sorry,
buddy.  Here ......."  He ripped off his tank top and dabbed at the wound.

Bob managed a grin, "That shirt is so damn filthy it'll infect the wound
and likely finish me off.  Now calm down, man, and get the first-aid kit
from the cupboard."

In less than a minute Randy was tenderly dabbing antiseptic on the wound,
which was not much more than a graze despite all the blood.  "Feel OK?"
Randy said anxiously.  "Shit, man, why do you put up with me?  I can be
such a royal pain in the ass."

Bob grinned.  "The pain you cause in my ass I can take ... I love it.  The
head – not so much."

"I don't know why you stick around with a dumb son-of-a-bitch like me?"
Randy groaned.  Then, in a sudden panic, "You won't leave me, will you,
man?"

"Oh shut up, Randy.  Here, stick that tape across the wound and help me
up."  On his feet he regained his balance and said, "OK, first a drink.
And then, when you've thought it over, you can call the boys in."

"What the hell would I do without you, man?  Will you ... will you stay
here when I talk to them?"

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," Bob grinned.

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

Pablo was miserable as hell and he unloaded on Darius.  "I'm such a fucking
loser, Darius.  I'm trying to be the big boss, showing Ben the ropes and
there we are brawling in the garden while the house is burning down.  I get
so fucking angry sometimes.  Guess I'm just not cut out to be a master."

"Sure you are dude ... you're just learning how to do it.  You're just like
Randy – his anger has got him into a whole mess of trouble lots of
times."  He chuckled.  "And I've got most of it on camera to prove it.
Good job he's got Bob to keep him in check.  Maybe, instead of copying
Randy all the time, you should watch how Bob does it instead."  He grinned
at Pablo's mournful face.  "Ah, don't sweat it, dude.  Once Randy's
punished you it'll be over, you'll see."

Another boy thinking about his impending punishment was Ben.  Fortunately
he wasn't alone in his basement room ... Eddie was with him.  Of course,
details of the incident had spread round the boys like wildfire (thanks
largely to Darius, the town crier) and Eddie immediately ran down to give
Ben support.  Eddie was the junior boy in the house but, as houseboy, he
had learned to take care of the men in many ways.  He admired Ben, with his
wild gypsy looks, and knew how tough it could be for a new boy in the
group, a newcomer himself not so long ago.

Also, he was afraid Ben might panic and run away, so now he sat with him
and lent an ear to his troubles.  "I fucked up big time, Eddie.  I messed
up the wiring and Pablo was trying to teach me the right way but I flared
up – I guess I take after Randy with my anger.  I mouthed off to Pablo,
said I was Randy's brother and he was only adopted.  Shit, I'd have taken a
swing at any guy who said something like that to me.  But why did Pablo
take the blame?  Told Randy it was all his fault when he knew it was mine."

Eddie smiled.  He had learned a thing or two by now.  "Masters always take
the responsibility for their boys," he said.  "That's the way it is in this
house.  I've seen Randy do it for Pablo.  Darius even told me that Randy
once took a whipping for Pablo when Pablo had done something real bad to
one of the guys.  If I were you, I'd fess up to Randy, but he'll probably
consider you both guilty anyway.  One thing's for sure.  Randy knows how to
punish a guy."

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

With that dubious reassurance ringing in his ears Ben heard a knock on the
door and Jamie came in.  "Hey, dude, Bob asked me to come get you.  Randy
wants you and Pablo up in his room.  Wouldn't keep him waiting if I were
you."  He hugged Ben and murmured, "Good luck, dude."

The vibe in Randy and Bob's bedroom took on the air of a minor inquisition.
Randy stood legs astride, arms folded across his chest, staring stone faced
at Pablo and Ben who stood with their heads bowed and their hands clasped
behind their backs.  Bob sat at a distance, careful to be in Randy's
eye-line ... just in case.

"Right," said Randy.  "Talk.  And I want the truth."  They raised their
heads and Pablo went first.  He had more experience of a Randy inquisition
than Ben did.  "Like I said, sir, it was all my fault.  We were having
trouble with the wiring.  We should have just switched off the current and
left it `til tomorrow.  Ben started to leave but I followed him and tried
to stop him and ... and we had a fight.  We didn't notice the fire until
just before Jason ran in and stopped us from using the hose.  I was in
charge so it's my fault.  Punish me, sir, not Ben."

"That's not true, sir," Ben blurted out.  "I'm the one to blame.  I fucked
up the wiring and when Pablo corrected me I got pissed off and said I was
quitting.  I badmouthed him, saying I was your brother but he was only
adopted."  He gulped as he saw Randy's fist clench.  "He told me not to
leave but I did.  So I caused the fight ... sir."

Randy stared hard at them both.  Despite his anger he couldn't help feeling
a twinge of admiration for the boys' insistence on taking the blame for
each other.  He glanced over at Bob, then back at the boys.  "OK, it's
obvious you both share the blame.  Ben, I put Pablo in charge and what you
said to him was disgusting.  I'll say this once and for all ... Pablo is my
adopted son – I chose him to be my boy and when I put him in charge,
he's in charge.  You behaved stupidly – could have burned the house down
and injured each other.  You have to be punished.

He turned to Pablo.  As for you, boy, you failed as a boss.  You could have
handled the situation differently.  Just because someone disobeys you, you
don't beat the shit out of him.  Where the fuck did you learn that?"

Pablo's eyes had a glint of defiance.  "With all due respect, sir ... from
you.  Many times I've seen you slug a man on the crew who disobeyed and
badmouthed you."  He blushed as he realized he had been too outspoken.  He
was Randy's boy alright.

Unsure how to respond to this obvious truth Randy glanced at Bob who raised
his eyebrows in a smile that said, `you walked right into that one,
buddy'. Feeling the conversation slipping away from him Randy clenched his
fists and said, "OK, I've had enough of this.  Tomorrow you two will work
with Zack without pay to repair the damage to the house.  We'll have to
manage without the three of you at work."  The boys braced themselves for
the punishment decision.

"I won't tolerate this bullshit behavior from you or anyone ... undermines
discipline in all the boys.  Go downstairs, strip naked and stand in the
middle of the lawn so everyone can see your disgrace.  Don't say a word to
anyone."

The boys knew better than to say anything except a humble, "Thank you,
sir," and left the room.  Randy was breathing heavily as he looked over at
Bob.  As Pablo had said, Randy had disciplined many men, sometimes with his
fists.  He was the boss, after all.  But Bob knew that punishing his boys
was different – real tough for him.  He came up and touched Randy's arm.

"So?" Randy asked, with part defiance, part fear of Bob's verdict.

Bob spoke gently and carefully.  "Well done, buddy.  But it does sound as
if Ben was mostly to blame and started the whole thing.  So don't you think
you're being a bit hard on Pablo?"

Bob saw Randy tense as he growled, "I know what I'm doing, man.  A long
time ago I punished Pablo and Darius the same way when they were still
getting to know each other.  This'll be the making of them.  And it'll do
what I've been aiming for all along ... help my boy Pablo to become a
master.  You'll see."

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

Dinner was at the long table in the garden as usual, and consisted of a
large group at Randy's urging.  Of course all the guys in the house were
there, along with Jason who was something of a hero having extinguished the
fire with lightning speed and prevented the boys from electrocuting
themselves by using water on the fire.  Hassan had come down from his house
and was sitting next to his boy Eddie, who was always nervous at tense
events like this.  And Bob had urged Steve and Lloyd to join them.

Such a large group was usually a cause for boisterous chatter and laughter
... but not this time.  They all knew the details of the accident and knew
that Randy was about to punish the boys.  There was always a ritualistic
aspect to Randy's retribution, and it was the public humiliation as much as
physical pain that was the hardest to endure.  But in the case of Pablo and
Ben, the worst aspect was that they had angered Randy, let him down –
the man they both idolized.

Even before everyone assembled for dinner Randy had already set the stage
for the event.  The two boys were standing naked under a tree branch that
jutted over the lawn not far from the dinner table.  They were standing
face to face, chest to chest, their arms stretched straight up wrists roped
together and tied to the branch above them.  They were tied so tight they
could barely move and were forced to gaze into each other's eyes.

Before the twins served dinner Randy strode out of the house, shirtless in
jeans and boots.  He faced the men at the table and came straight to the
point.  "Gentlemen, you all know what this is about.  These two men have
betrayed the high standards we set in this house.  They have behaved
recklessly and could have burned down the house next door.  Worse, they
could have caused injury to the men who responded to the emergency and, by
using a garden hose on the fire, could have electrocuted themselves."  His
voice faltered over those words.

"Tomorrow they will work to repair the damage to the house, but first they
have to be punished.  I take full responsibility for them as they are both
my boys – one my brother and the other my adopted son – so their
punishment falls to me.  I don't want to hear any objections or pleas for
leniency from anyone.  This is my business and I'll do it my way.  That's
all I have to say."

He picked up off the ground a length of rope that he circled round their
waists and tied it tight, so their waists, stomachs and crotches were
pressed tightly together.  They were immobilized, joined together almost as
one, so both would feel each other's pain.  Randy stood to the side of them
and pulled his belt from his jeans.  His voice was grim as he said, "Six
lashes each."

With no hesitation Randy raised his arm and lashed the belt across the
white globes of Pablo's gorgeous ass.  Ben stared into Pablo's eyes and,
though his body jolted against him, Pablo clenched his jaw and endured the
pain without expression.  His eyes bored into Ben's only inches away as
there was a loud crack and the belt fell across Ben's ass.

Ben was determined to be as stoic as Pablo, so he too gritted his teeth and
made no sound, though pain seared his ass and tears sprang to his eyes.  He
saw a faint smile of support and encouragement on Pablo's face, and from
then on he gazed into his steady eyes to gain strength throughout the
punishment.  The belt curled again round Pablo's ass, then Ben's but
neither of them flinched.  They took courage from each other, from the
intensity in their eyes, making the pain possible to bear.  It was a trial
of strength that they would endure together.

But as the belt bounced off the cheeks of their asses a third time, marking
them with red welts, the effect on the onlookers was harrowing.  They could
all imagine the pain and humiliation the boys were feeling and everyone
wanted it to be over.  Tears ran down Eddie's cheeks and Hassan put his arm
round him and pulled him close.

After the fourth lash of the belt Steve made a move to stand up and
protest, but Bob put a restraining hand on his arm and whispered, "Sshh –
Randy knows what he's doing."  In fact Bob was the only one who was not
horrified.  He knew Randy well – had undergone similar treatment from
him in the past, and one thing he was sure of was that Randy knew a man's
limits.  He would inflict pain on the boys, but no more than they could
bear.

So came the fifth lash, then a pause, and then the final blow ... harder
than all the rest.  Pablo was tough and endured the pain, but he could see
that Ben was at his absolute limit.  His body jerked under the lash, tears
ran down his cheeks and he opened his mouth to scream.  Instantly Pablo
closed his mouth over Ben's, stifling any sound and pushing his tongue
inside his mouth.

Surprised by the tenderness of Pablo's kiss Ben's pain diminished and he
kissed Pablo back until their mouths were grinding together hungrily.  Ben
had endured his first real punishment from Randy with the support of Pablo,
the intensity of his eyes and now the warmth of his unexpected kiss.  Ben
knew he had been saved by Pablo's strength and concern for him.

And Ben was shocked to realize that his own cock, pressed against Pablo's
stomach, was hard as a rock."

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

"Hey, Kyle, Kevin, where's dinner?  I'm starved."

Randy never ceased to amaze.  After whipping his boys' asses he took a
couple of deep breaths, then turned and shouted for dinner.  Traumatic as
it had been for those watching, for Randy it was all over.  He took his
place at the head of the table and took a slug of beer that the twins
brought him.

Bob was sitting on his right, and he pushed at him a clean white T-shirt he
had brought with him for just this purpose.  "Put this on, Randy," he said
quietly.  "You're at the dinner table."  Randy's eyes flared for a second
then settled into a grin.  "Fuck you, man," he said and pulled the shirt
on.  Randy was obviously feeling pleased with himself.

But the same could not be said for anyone else and it was Mark who spoke up
for them all.  "Aren't you gonna to cut them down, man?"

"Not yet," Randy said firmly.  "They still got stuff to work out between
them."

All the onlookers had been awestruck by the way the punishment had ended,
with the two boys kissing fervently, united in their shared pain and
humiliation where Pablo had helped Ben through the ordeal.  But now,
following Randy's lead (as always) dinner got under way and the
conversation gradually became more animated.  But all the boys glanced
frequently over to their two bounds friends, longing to run over and
release and comfort them.

Pablo and Ben were now resting their chins on each other's shoulders while
they recovered from the stinging pain in their asses.  After a while, as
their breathing and heartbeats subsided Pablo heard Ben's voice over his
shoulder.  "Is it over?"

"Oh yeah.  Once Randy's punished a boy that's it – he puts it behind
him."

The guys at the table didn't hear Ben's words ... all except Randy and Bob
who were sitting closest to them.  Randy raised his eyebrows at Bob and
they strained their ears to hear what came next.  Unaware that anyone else
could overhear them, Ben pulled his head back and stared into Pablo's eyes,
only inches from his.

"How come you took the blame, dude?  You knew it was all my fault ... I
behaved like an asshole ... but you didn't tell Randy."

"Ben," Pablo said gently, "I was your boss – Randy put me in charge of
you.  And if a boy fucks up, the boss takes responsibility, it's that
simple.  Randy's done it for me many times ... took a whipping for me once
that I should have had.  Watching that was the worst punishment I ever
had."

"So that's why you took the blame?"

"Well, that and I wanted to spare you the punishment.  See, kid, you're new
to this game.  Randy's whipped me before, I'm used to it and know I can
take it, but I knew it would be tough on you so I thought if I got punished
I could save you the pain."  He looked ruefully up at the ropes and
grinned.  "See how that turned out."

"I used to get punished by Randy when I was little and misbehaved," Ben
said.

"Yeah, but Randy sees you as a man now and I knew he would dish out a man's
punishment.  I didn't want to see you suffer that.  But Randy knew the
truth.  He always does.  When he punishes his boy it's to teach him
something ... it's because he loves him."

Ben grinned.  "He must love you a whole lot, then."

"Enough to adopt me," Pablo said.

Ben winced.  "Oh, man, I'm sorry I said that stupid thing about adoption
and all.  I was angry."

"Yeah," Pablo grinned, "we both share that anger thing of Randy's ... Gotta
get a handle on that, dude.  You should have a session with Doctor Steve."

"I already did," Ben smiled," but it didn't have much to do with anger
management."

Pablo grinned back at Ben.  "You know kid – you're alright.  You're like
I was when I first came here.  I like you, boy.  That's why I tried to
shield you from the whip.  I tried to protect you."

"Thank you, sir."  The `sir' surprised them both, but Ben was seeing Pablo
in a whole different light.  As he gazed into Pablo's eyes he saw much more
than the tough, aggressive young stud he already knew.  He saw kindness,
affection, generosity.  With his strength and encouragement Pablo had
helped Ben through the ordeal.  Here was a boy – a man really – who
had learned a lot and could teach him a lot – take him under his wing,
look after him.  Ben admired Pablo and wanted to be his friend.  No –
more than that ... he wanted much more than that.

Pablo saw a change in Ben's expression.  "What?" Pablo said.

"Sir, I want you to teach me all the stuff you know.  I want to be like
you."  He took a deep breath.  "Sir, I want to be your boy."

It took Pablo a moment to grasp what Ben had said.  His boy!  He knew how
much guts it had taken for Ben to say the word, and Pablo's eyes grew moist
as he stared at him.  Then, impulsively, he pressed his lips against Ben's.
His tongue parted them and forced his mouth open in a kiss, tentative at
first but building to a passionate embrace.  In the shared pain of
punishment, the physical intimacy of being tied together, and the
revelation of mutual affection, the whole dynamic of their relationship had
suddenly changed. It had become rock solid.

Rock solid too were their cocks, rising up between them like poles, pressed
hard against each other's stomachs, flesh squeezed against flesh, still
roped tightly together.  Finally Pablo pulled back from the kiss and held
Ben's eyes sternly.  "You wanna be my boy?  OK, boy, then first things
first.  You gotta cum for me ... make your master shoot his load."  They
pressed their bodies even tighter together, cock rubbing against cock,
writhing as much as they could despite the rope round their waists and the
ropes pulling their arms up taut.

They stared into each other's eyes, two naked, muscular boys grinding their
chests, their stomachs and their cocks together with mounting lust.  "Here
it comes, boy," Pablo said.  "This is how it's gonna be with us."  They
stared at each other, lost in each other's eyes, as they writhed together
with mounting frenzy.  Their bodies shuddered, their cocks pulsed and Ben
shouted, "Thank you, sir!"They both howled – "Aaagh!" – and their
cocks erupted, shooting twin spurts of hot juice between their stomachs and
chest and up to their necks.

They came again and again until they were soaked in their own juice, their
cum-slicked bodies sliding against each other.  Their heartbeats pounded
against each other and their heads fell forward onto each other's shoulder
in physical and emotional exhaustion.

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

For a moment there was dead silence.  Conversation had already died when
the spectators had become aware that something extraordinary was taking
place.  They had watched the boys' growing intimacy, watched them smile,
then kiss hungrily, then writhe against each other in an obvious display of
sexual desire.  It was a stunningly erotic sight.  Their stretched muscles
strained against the ropes, their young bodies gleamed and the white globes
of their asses, striped with red belt marks, flexed as they pushed against
each other.  Then the climax, the screams ... and then the silence.

The boys especially had watched their buddies with growing intensity,
willing them to endure the punishment, and now it was the boys who broke
the silence.  Darius, Jamie, Nate, Eddie and the twins all stood up,as one,
and broke into cheers and applause.  The men were startled to see this
spontaneous outpouring of support from their boys.  Darius looked down at
Randy with an eager, questioning expression and Randy nodded.  "OK, kid."

The boys ran over to Pablo and Ben and quickly untied the ropes round their
waists and wrists.  They collapsed into waiting arms, hugged in warm
embraces, with noisy congratulations.  Darius's eyes shone as he smiled at
Pablo.  "That was totally awesome, dude ... what you did for Ben and all.
I love the hell out of you, dude."

Finally Pablo and Ben broke free of the effusive crowd and walked over to
Randy.  They were not aware that Randy and Bob had heard everything they
had said to each other so they were surprised by Randy's first words to
Ben.  "You got something to ask me, kid?"

"I do, sir," Ben said boldly.  He cleared his throat.  "I would like to
become Pablo's boy, sir."

Randy grinned at him.  "Oh you would, would you?  And how does Pablo feel
about that?  You think you're ready for that responsibility, boy?  Think
you can handle being a master?"

"Absolutely, sir.  I know I can, sir, for sure.  But we need your approval,
sir."

Randy glanced at Bob with a look of gloating triumph.  Bob smiled and said
under his breath, "son-of-a-bitch."

"OK," Randy said.  "I think you are ready, Pablo, and I would never let
anyone else but you take on my little brother as his boy.  But you have to
prove to all the guys here that you're man enough.  There's one ritual that
always happens here whenever a man takes on a boy."

"Yes, sir?"

"The master fucks his boy.  But by the looks of that jism all over you,
you've both just busted a load.  So, Ben, make your new master hard again."
Ben's eyes sparkled as he fell to his knees at Pablo's feet.  Pablo looked
down at his eager gypsy face and said, "You OK with this, boy?"  Ben's
reply was an emphatic "Yes, sir!"  He rested his hands on Pablo's hips,
leaned forward and scooped his semi-hard cock into his mouth.

Bob and the rest of the men regained their seats at the table and watched
avidly, while Randy stood beside his boys, legs astride, arms folded over
his chest, master of them both.  Ben worked hard on Pablo's cock, squeezed
his throat muscles as he pulled his mouth all the way back to the head,
then plunged it down hard and buried his face in Pablo's wiry pubic hair,
wet with sweat and cum.

It didn't take much of that before Pablo was good and hard.  He grabbed
Ben's hair and pulled his face off his cock.  Ben gazed upward, his mouth
drooling with spit, and heard Pablo's order.  "On you back, boy."  Ben
obeyed instantly and Pablo knelt between his legs on the grass.  He looked
straight into the boy's eyes and said, "Now I know you've only ever done
this once, with Bob, so I'll ask you again.  Are you sure you want this,
boy?"

"I'm sure, sir.  Please let me feel your dick in my ass."

"Good answer," Pablo said, with a sudden mischievous smile.  He was still a
young dude himself, after all.  He licked his hand and pushed two wet
fingers into Ben's ass, loosening him up.  He spat on his cock, pushed
Ben's legs up and eased forward.  He pushed his hard, wet rod against Ben's
ass and eased it inside, hearing the gasp and seeing the jolt of pain cross
Ben's face.  Slowly he pushed it deep inside, then paused, letting Ben get
used to it until the pain morphed into pure pleasure.  "OK now, kid?  You
ready?"

"Yes thank you, sir.  I'm ready."  And so the fuck began ... slow, gentle
at first, building to an insistent rhythm of hard rod sliding easily in and
out of the young, inexperienced ass.  "That feel good?" Pablo asked with a
smile.

"Feels awesome, sir.  I want to be a good boy for you.  Will you fuck me
often?

"Oh you'll be good, I'll make sure of that.  And yeah, I'll fuck you a
whole lot.  But right now, let's put on a show for these guys.  Here we
go..."  Suddenly Pablo increased the pace and his cock became a piston
driving into the hot young ass.  Pablo fell forward and pinned Ben's wrists
to the ground above his head.  They gazed wildly into each other's eyes as
the pounding continued.  "OK, kid," Pablo shouted, "let the guys hear what
you are.  Tell them!"

"I'm your boy sir."  "And what do you want?"  "I want you to fuck my ass,
sir.  I want to feel you cum in my ass, sir.  Please, sir, I'm so close.
Please cum in my ass."

"Try stopping me," Pablo grinned.  "OK, kid, here it comes.  Shoot for me,
boy ... now!"

"Aaaagh!"  The screams rang round the garden as Pablo's body bucked, they
shuddered and Ben shot a ribbon of white cream that splashed against his
master's chest.  He raised his hips to get the full impact of Pablo's cock
as it drove deep one last time and erupted in Ben's ass, anointing the new
boy with the juice of his master.

The entire group rose from the table and erupted in cheers and applausein a
standing ovation, not only for the boys but also for Randy who had once
again proved himself the consummate master.  Randy towered over his two
boys, glowing with pride and the immense satisfaction of knowing that his
plan had worked.  The outcome was exactly what he had wanted since hisboys
first met.

He grinned over at Bob who shook his head and gazed in awe at the man he
loved.  As before, the only words he could muster were, "Son-of-a-bitch."

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

Dinner resumed, with Pablo and Ben taking their places on either side of
Randy, easing themselves down gently on their sore, red-striped asses.  In
the ensuing clamor of voices Pablo turned to Darius, seated on his other
side, and said quietly, "You OK with all of this, dude, Ben being my boy
and all?  I don't want it to make any difference to us."

"Dude," Darius beamed, "it sure will make a difference.  When I fuck that
sweet ass of yours from now on I'll not only be fucking the cutest boy on
the planet but a master too, with his own boy.  That is gonna be so damned
hot.  I am so stoked, dude.  Having a boy-master as my lover is gonna be
such a blast."

When dinner broke up the guys all thanked Bob and Randy for another
spectacular show and paired off with their respective boys, all so sexually
charged and nursing huge boners they couldn't wait to hit the sack.  Pablo
and Darius asked Ben to sleep with them and he excitedly agreed.  But
before that Randy told Ben to wait in the basement as he wanted a word with
him.

Pablo dropped into Bob and Randy's room and Randy beamed at him.  "I'm real
proud of you, boy.  You handled Ben just right.  You helped him through the
punishment, impressed him afterwards to the point where he couldn't wait to
become your boy.  And when you fucked him you eased into it gently, rather
than jack-hammering him right away ..."

"... as some macho stud King-of-the-Gypsies would have done," Bob said,
smiling at Randy.

"Asshole," Randy grinned.  "Anyway, Pablo, when I've had a chat with Ben
I'll send him up to you and Darius.  Take good care of him, kiddo.  He's
real precious to me, as you are too."

Pablo's eyes were moist as he said, "Thank you, sir.  I'll try to teach Ben
everything you've taught me, and you know I'll protect him as fiercely as
you would."  He hugged Randy tight, then turned to Bob and hugged him too.
"You're an awesome young man," Bob said.  "I love you, Pablo."  Then Pablo
was gone, to report back to Darius, as required – always.

With a long, satisfied sigh Randy turned to Bob and grinned, "Now try
telling me I don't know how to handle my guys, asshole.  Shit, watching
them bang away sure made me horny."

"Me too," Bob said.  "But while I was watching their gentle fuck I couldn't
help thinking about that macho stud who jackhammers his way into a guy's
ass.  Now that really made me horny."

The king of the gypsies gave Bob a lecherous smile.  "Oh you're gonna get
it ...later dude."

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

In the basement bedroom Ben heard a tap on the door.  Randy came in and sat
with him on the bed.  "I just came down to check on you, little brother,
make sure you're OK with everything.  Here, stand up a minute and turn
around."  Ben stood with his back to Randy, who pulled down his shorts and
looked closely at his ass, still striped with red whip marks.  Randy leaned
forward and ran his tongue over the white globes, licking the stripes.
"That feel OK now?"

"Not painful anymore, sir.  In fact," he grinned, "I'm not feeling any pain
at all right now"

Randy pulled his shorts back up, pulled Ben down beside him again and threw
his arm over his shoulder.  "Yeah, all in all a pretty good day for us as
things worked out, wouldn't you say?  You know, when I first saw you and
Pablo together on the construction site ... after you'd stropped fighting,
that is... I knew right away what I wanted.  I knew you would need a lot of
support and guidance but I get so busy I was afraid of neglecting you.

"Pablo has turned into a great guy – he's tough, bright and loyal.  I
love him like a son, and I know he loves me," he grinned, "not always as a
father, either.  But I'm crazy about you too, kiddo, and I wouldn't entrust
you to anyone less than Pablo.  And you know, if you run into problems, you
or he, or both of you, can always come to me.  So, you feeling OK about all
this?"

"Oh yeah, sir.  I think I'm a bit in love with Pablo, but maybe I'll think
of him as my third-oldest brother, after you and Steve."  A silence
followed and Randy saw a cloud pass over Ben's face.

"But..." Randy said.  "There's a `but' in there somewhere."

"Well sir," Ben stammered uneasily.  "It's just that ... well. what you
said about Pablo not always loving you as a father ... I mean you fuck him
all the time, sir, and you fuck Bob, of course.  You even fucked our
brother Steve, and you've fucked every man in this house, sir, except ..."

Randy sprang to his feet.  "What!  You saying you want me to fuck you, boy?
Me?!  But you're my baby brother!"

"Not such a baby any more sir –I'm nineteen and I know what I want.And
on the subject of babies, it's not as if we'd be making any if you fucked
me."  He grinned impishly.

Randy sat down again unsure whether to groan or laugh.  Ben stood up and
faced him.  Slowly, seductively, he pulled off his T-shirt, unbuttoned his
shorts and let them drop.  He stood there naked, his cock standing straight
out hard as a rock.

"Holy shit," Randy said.  "Kid, I remember seeing you when you were
two-days old ... and now look at you ... a big, beautiful young buck.
Shit, boy, I've got a fucking boner in my jeans just looking at you." He
stared at him intently, trying to see him not as his brother but instead as
just a beautiful young man who, in any other circumstances, he wouldn't
hesitate to fuck.

"I must be going crazy," Randy said in a daze.  "Get on the bed."  Randy
stood up and Ben lay on his back on the bed, splaying out his arms and legs
in a youthful attempt at seduction.  He watched as his magnificent brother
pulled off his T-shirt, kicked off his boots and pulled off his jeans.  Ben
gazed at the naked muscle-god with the long thick rod, hard as steel, and
began to stroke his own stiff cock.

Ben said softly.  "You are the most beautiful brother a boy ever had, sir.
I've always thought so.  Even as a young boy I used to think of you naked
like that and every night before I went to sleep I jerked off thinking
about you ... most of the time about you fucking my ass.  Please fuck me
now, sir.  Please ... please ..."

Randy was bewitched by the boy's beauty and his obvious craving to feel his
cock in his ass.  He knelt between his legs, grasped his ankles and pushed
them high in the air.  He pushed the head of his cock against the moist
hole and, gazing into Ben's blue eyes, so like his own, he eased his cock
inside his ass, pushing it deeper and deeper until it came to rest against
the inner sphincter.  "Please, sir..." Ben whispered.  Randy pushed again
and felt the head of his cock slide over the inner sphincter, into the heat
of the deepest chamber of his ass.

"I'm inside you, Ben," Randy said in disbelief.  "I'm deep inside your
beautiful ass."  Ben stared up at his brother's rugged, stubbled face and
his spectacular body, felt his cock buried deep inside him.  Suddenly he
saw Randy's eyes open wide, saw tears flowing down his cheeks as his cock
pulsed inside him and he felt hot liquid pouring into the depths of his
ass.

His brother was cumming inside him.  The brother he had always worshipped,
adored, desired, was cumming inside him.  Ben felt his body catch fire.
All he could see was Randy, Randy, looming over him, cumming inside him and
... "aaagh!"A huge plume of white juice blasted from his cock, followed by
another and another, arcing high in the air and splashing onto his
brother's face.  Ben was sobbing as his cock took on a life of its own and
kept shooting like a fountain, with stream after stream of semen soaking
both of the brothers.

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

"No ... No," Ben sobbed.  I wanted to feel ..."

"Sshh," Randy smiled.  "That was only the start, boy.  Now we've done that
I'm really gonna fuck your ass.  Here ..."  Gently he pulled back, then
eased his still-hard cock back inside Ben's soft velvet ass.  He watched
Ben relax, his breathing less ragged, and all Randy's misgivings
disappeared.  He wanted to fuck this boy, wanted to make him feel good
... to love him.  And so he did, for a long time, while they continued to
gaze at each other, two gypsy faces, man and boy, two near-identical pairs
of blue eyes piercing each other as they felt the warmth of fraternal love
and physical ecstasy.

Finally Randy said softly, "Kiddo, I could go on fucking that ass all day,
but you're making me so fucking hot, I gotta cum again.  You with me?"

"I'm real close again, sir.  I can cum whenever you tell me to."

"OK," Randy grinned.  "How about right now?"

"Sounds good to me, sir," and his impish grin reappeared.  Randy pulled all
the way out, then drove his cock in hard, a hint of the savage Randy, and
that pushed Ben over the edge.  He stared at his brother and said, "Thank
you, sir.  I love you, sir ... Aaah."  And with a deep sigh he shot a
stream of juice over his own body as he felt Randy blast another load
inside him.

As their cocks drained there was a silence as neither knew what to say or
do next.  Then Randy's face crinkled into a smile, broader and broader
until he began to laugh.  It was infectious and Ben laughed with him, until
the room rang with their uncontrolled joy at being together.  Randy fell
forward and closed his mouth over Ben's, kissing him tenderly.

Finally he pulled back and let his cock slide at last out of Ben's ass.
"Sir," Ben said anxiously.  "Sir, you'll do that again to me soon, will you
sir?  I'm mean, you'll still fuck me, sir.  It wasn't just a one-off kind
of thing."

"Kiddo," Randy smiled, "nothing that beautiful could be a one-off.  Sure
I'll fuck you again ... whenever you want it.  But right now I'm sure Pablo
and Darius are wondering what's keeping you so long.  You better go and
tell them exactly what kept you ... and as Darius would say, `exaggerations
accepted'."

"No need to exaggerate, sir," Ben grinned.  "How could I ever improve on
that?"

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

Not long after that, Randy, showered and relaxed, was lying naked next to
Bob in bed.  "You know, buddy, if it's OK with you I think I'll take Pablo
and Ben for a trip up to the beach at Guadalupe next week – spend a
couple of nights in Zack's shack in the dunes, just the three of us.Be good
for them to get away after all this."

Then his expression changed and he looked hard at Bob.  "So buddy, what I
did with Ben ... you OK with that?You don't think it's too weird?"

Bob smiled.  "Randy, you know my philosophy ... guys should always try to
make each other happy – doesn't matter how, just as long as they cause
no harm.  And judging by the glow round you when you came in I'd say you
and your kid brother made each other happier than clams at high tide.  And
as Ben so wisely said, you weren't exactly making babies."

Randy ran his hand over Bob's chest.  "Course, you know what makes me
happiest of all, man."

"Shit, Randy, don't you ever quit?  You're insatiable ... a fuck machine."

"Never heard you complain, buddy.  Come here..."

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

Right around that time another couple was making plans.  Eddie was spending
the night – again – with Hassan up at his small house in the hills.
As they nestled together after sex the Marine said, "You know, kid, I've
gotta go up to Vandenberg Air Force base for a meeting next week.  It's
real close to the Guadalupe Dunes so I thought maybe we could take a couple
days off, spend them at Mark and Jamie's shack on the beach.  What d'ya
say?"

"Could we, sir?" Eddie's eyes gleamed.  "That would be awesome, sir.  Just
the two of us in the dunes.  I can open up the shack while you're in your
meeting ... get it good and ready for us," he said with a mischievous
smile.

Now, the two shacks were a couple of miles apart in the remote dunes.  They
were the last ancient relics of a whole community of shacks in the
Guadalupe dunes, lived in by bohemian artists and writers in the 1930s,
`40s and `50s – the Dunites as they called themselves.  But now the two
surviving shacks sat lonely and silent in windswept solitude most of the
time.

But not next week.  One would be host to the gorgeous Marine Hassan and his
boy Eddie.  The other would be brought to noisy life by Randy, his boy
Pablo and young brother Ben.  It was almost inevitable they would all meet
up at some point ... a volatile mix of two dominant masters and three
oversexed boys.  The possibilities were endless ...

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Part 173

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