Date: Wed, 12 Mar 2014 14:32:37 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 198  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 198
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  Peace is restored.  Randy to Bob: "Fuck you for being so goddam gorgeous,
man.  You drive me insane."  Ben & Jason: "The fireman wore only his blue
ribbed tank top stretched over his bulging pecs and washboard abs."  Zack &
Darius: The young leather-boy subdues his muscle-stud master.  Hassan &
Eddie: "The Marine said, 'Here it comes, boy.'  It was like a hose turned
on full."  Bob meets Zack in the dunes.

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

Chapter 198 – "Burying The Hatchet"

It was an extraordinary sight.  The construction worker and the fireman
hung their heads in submission, their naked bodies covered in sweat and
semen, asses impaled on the cocks of the Marine and the Aussie, while their
boys sobbed at their feet.

Bob addressed the assembled group of men and boys.  "Guys, I want you to
take one last look at this, because all of it has to end right here and
now.  In resolving our personal problems Randy and I set in motion a train
of events that escalated and led to this, which none of us can be proud of.
We are a tribe, a family of men and their boys.  We love and support each
other, so there is no room for this kind of anger and discord.  That's
enough, guys.  It ends now!"

Bob had it right.  The `train of events' he referred to had culminated in
Pablo and Ben taking what they misguidedly believed to be revenge for
Randy's humiliation by Bob.  They had attacked and injured Eddie and Nate
but had paid the price when Darius overpowered them and led the other boys
in an act of group punishment.  As the offending boys' masters, Randy and
Jason had also been punished in accordance with the established ritual of
the house.

There were a lot of fences to mend, a lot of hurt feelings to be pacified.
The boys grouped around Darius, now their natural leader, and he typically
confronted the tensions with humor.  "OK, guys, time to bury the hatchet –
and I don't mean between the other guy's shoulder blades.  Come on, dudes,
are we a band of brothers or what?

It was Eddie who made the first move.  His left arm still in a sling he
walked up to Pablo, held out his good arm and shook Pablo's hand.  "I'm
sorry things kinda got out of control, Pablo.  I've always admired you and
you helped me a lot in the gym.  I've tried to be like you ..." he grinned
and blushed ... "minus some of the rough stuff."  Eddie leaned forward and
kissed Pablo warmly on the lips.

Pablo's eyes teared up.  "Dude, I'm sorry for what I did.  Hell, it's me
who should try to be more like you.  You're a great kid."  He pulled Eddie
into a tight hug but Eddie flinched at the pressure on his broken arm and
Pablo instantly pulled back.  "Shit, there I go again," he grinned.

Ben tentatively approached Nate and gently stroked his neck-brace.  "Nate
... I'm real ashamed about that ... I dunno what happened ... I mean, I
didn't mean to ... you're the last guy I would ever ..."  Nate put his arms
round him.  "Hey, no sweat, mate.  What's a little neck-brace among mates?
Let's just say tempers got overheated and ... well ... boys will be boys.
Look at it this way – it means I'll get a few days off work.  I'll
probably get bored as shit so if you wanna come and keep a young Aussie
company..."

Darius turned to Pablo.  They both had the uncanny feeling that, once
again, the boys' actions mirrored their masters'.  Bob had rebelled against
Randy's irrational rough treatment and asserted himself as the real power
in the relationship.  Now Darius had done the same, establishing himself
not only as the acknowledged leader of the boys, but also as the dominant
partner in his relationship with Pablo.

"You OK, dude?" Darius asked simply.  "You can fuck me tonight if you like
– get your own back."  Pablo grinned at him.  "You kidding?  You're so
fucking hot as the big black boss-boy that I want more of that monster club
in my ass."

"What?  You were squealing like a stuck pig when I fucked you over the
table."

"Yeah, well I had to make it sound like punishment."  Darius jerked back in
surprise, then flashed his smile.  "Asshole – boy, are you gonna get it
in that sweet ass tonight!  I'll be wearing my leather, and you know what
that means."

"Thank you, sir," Pablo said, submissively bowing his head in stiff-cock
anticipation.

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

Pleased to see that breaches were being healed so soon Bob asked everyone
to stay for dinner.  It was important, he felt, after everything that had
happened, that the tribe should gather together for the evening meal.
"Nate and Eddie can't work yet," he said, "so Pablo and Ben, go and help
the twins in the kitchen – they'll tell you what to do – while Jamie
and Darius set up the table.  Let's see – we'll be fifteen for dinner,
so nothing fancy, guys – just a lot of it."

Eager to please Bob, the designated boys ran off to start work while Bob
sat down with the men, with a satisfied – some might say smug – smile
on his face.  Pressing close against him Randy said quietly, "Pretty
pleased with yourself, eh, buddy?  Quite the big boss-man.  But you know
all that changes when I get you upstairs."

"Randy," Bob replied, "I know from long experience how you are when you
come home bruised after a fight.  I know what I'm in for."  Randy gave a
satisfied grin.  "And you know you love it, stud.  Tell me you don't have a
huge boner in your pants just thinking about it."

"You know me too well," Bob said, adding with a grin, "Thank you, sir."
Then he brought Jason into the conversation and they all agreed that, while
Nate and Eddie were on sick leave, Pablo and Ben would take over the
houseboy duties.  "It'll be good for them," Jason said, "bring them down a
peg."  "Yeah," Randy said, "but I don't want them working together for a
while.  I can spare Ben from the construction site in the mornings and
Pablo in the afternoons.  I'll make the announcement at dinner."

"Hmm," Bob said, "better let me tell them in private, I think.  You
proclaiming it in front of everyone will add to their humiliation and seem
like extra punishment, which I guess it is in a way.  But like you always
say, Randy, they've done wrong, they've been punished and that's the end of
it.  They feel ashamed enough already, so let's not make it worse."

Randy grinned and shook his head.  "You're something else, stud, you know
that?  Now I know why you're the big-shot boss around here – at least
until I get you upstairs."  And now they both had hard-ons.

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

When the meal was over the boys all helped clear the table and clean up the
kitchen, even Nate and Eddie – as much as they were able – as they
wanted to prove they were part of the group with no hard feelings.  Bob
chatted to Adam and Jason while they waited for their boys.  "I wanna thank
you guys for taking part in that scene earlier.  I'm well aware that Pablo
was the instigator of the attack and that Ben, young and inexperienced as
he is, was drawn in by Pablo's influence.  But, you know how this house
works – a master shares the blame with his boy."

"Hey," said Jason, "don't sweat it, Bob.  Led astray or not Ben had to be
punished and I had to be part of it.  Besides," he added, his well-known
vanity kicking in, "it must have looked real hot, and it was no real
hardship to get fucked by the Aussie here.  Just as long as I get my own
back one day soon."  Adam grinned, "Just name the day, mate.  Long time
since I got worked over by a fireman.  You can even wear my leather –
now that would look awesome."

"I hate to break up this little coffee klatch," came the gravelly voice
above them, "but Bob, time you got your ass upstairs."  Randy's meaning was
lost on no-one – `his master's voice' – and Bob grinned at Adam and
Jason.  They understood the new dynamic between Bob and Randy and knew that
Randy, after being whipped and fucked in public, would re-establish his
macho authority with one of his legendry fucks.  They just wished that they
could watch.

The boys came out of the kitchen and everyone paired off.  Eddie went home
with Hassan, Ben with Jason, and Nate with Adam.  Before he went off with
Zack to get his promised reward Darius said to the twins, "Hey, guys, can
you keep Pablo company for a while until I come back and take care of him?
I got something special in mind for him."

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

In Bob and Randy's master bedroom a ritual unfolded that had taken place
many times before.  Randy sprawled in an armchair sipping on a beer.  After
getting his ass fucked earlier he had pulled up his cargo work-pants,
ripped off the shredded remains of his tank and pulled on a thin, gray,
V-neck T-shirt.  Now he looked up at Bob as if he were inspecting him.

Bob had not yet changed out of his business clothes and had re-buttoned his
shirt that had hung open over his chest, his red tie hanging loose round
his collar.  He looked as if he had just got home from the office.  Randy
didn't say a word – he didn't have to.  Bob knew what he had to do.  He
looked into the mirror on the wall behind Randy and ran his hand through
his tousled dark hair.  "Mmm," he murmured, admiring his reflection.
Slowly he unbuttoned his shirt and let it fall open over his chest.

He looked down and locked eyes with Randy, who was stroking the bulge in
his pants.  He slid his tie from round his collar and tossed it aside, then
undid the last few buttons and pulled his shirt from the waistband of his
slacks, letting it hang loose.  Reaching behind his back he pulled on the
bottom of the shirt so it slid back from his neck and hung wide open,
almost off his shoulders.  He had fully exposed his torso and now Randy
gazed mesmerized at the slabs of Bob's sculpted chest and his ripped
eight-pack abs.

"Oh, shit," Randy groaned in frustration and desire.  "Man you are so
fucking gorgeous ... you're too beautiful ... you drive me crazy ... that's
why I always want to tie you up and whip that perfect body and ream your
ass."  Bob didn't react except to shrug off his shirt and stand stripped to
the waist, gazing at himself in the mirror again.  He flexed his muscles,
flared his wide lats in a bodybuilder pose, then raised his hands to his
chest and squeezed his nipples, moaning as his handsome features winced
with pain.

"God dammit," Randy roared as he yanked open his pants, pulled out his
massive cock and stroked it.  Whenever Bob put on this show Randy became
nervous, tormented, hardly able to believe that Bob was doing it all for
him, that Bob was actually his man.  And Bob knew how to work it.  He
kicked off his loafers, turned his back on Randy, bent over and pulled off
his socks, the mounds of his ass bulging under the light fabric of his
slacks, right in front of Randy's face.

Randy's every instinct was the leap up, rip the pants off Bob, throw him on
the bed and slam his cock in his ass.  But this feeling of growing desire
and frustration was so erotic, like being physically tied, that he let it
play out a bit longer.  Bob unbuckled his belt, unzipped his pants and
stepped out of them as they fell round his ankles.  Now the perfect globes
of his ass were clearly etched under the thin cotton of his white boxer
briefs, and Randy was drooling.  Bob turned around and his briefs were
bulging with the outline of his long cock stretching diagonally up from his
balls up to the waistband, the tip poking out above it.

Bob again locked eyes with Randy, slid his hands under the waist of his
briefs and slowly pushed them down, off his hips and past his crotch so his
dick sprang out of it, stiff as a pole. Gazing in awe at the spectacular,
naked muscle-god Randy stopped pounding his cock and willed himself not to
shoot a load.  Bob turned away again, pressed his fists into his waist and
flared his V-shaped back in another pose, and when he flexed the white
cheeks of his ass Randy couldn't hold back any more.

"Fuck you!"  He flung himself from the chair, raised his arm and slapped
the ass-cheeks, alternating the back of his hand and the palm until red
handprints glowed on the white flesh.  "Fuck you, man ... fuck you for
being so goddam gorgeous.  You drive me insane."  He clamped his hand round
the back of Bob's neck, pushed him roughly toward the mirror, and pressed
him face first against it.  "Fuck you, man," he yelled again, "there's only
one thing I know how to do when I see you like that.  This ...!

"Aaaagh..."  Bob howled as Randy's hips slammed forward and his huge
beer-can cock filled his ass, driving in deep.  Bob looked at his own
agonized face in the mirror as the pain in his ass roared through his whole
body.  Randy ripped off his T-shirt, Bob stared at the magnificent
whip-striped physique and ... "Aaaagh!" he screamed as the pile driver
rammed into him again.  But the sight of the shirtless gypsy and the
feeling of his cock in his ass transformed the pain into warmth, then heat
... he was on fire as the construction worker pounded his ass.

Pushing his face over Bob's shoulder, Randy pressed his check against
Bob's, their faces side-by-side in the mirror staring into each other's
eyes.  Bob gazed in awe at the wild-eyed gypsy face with the square,
stubbled chin, the long black hair and the steel-blue eyes.  And this was
the same man who was hammering his ass, sending him into flights of
ecstasy.

"Man, you are so fucking beautiful," Randy growled in Bob's ear, "I have to
do this.  I want to fuck you, whip you and watch that body writhe in
bondage.  You drive me crazy, man ... I wanna own you, keep you naked in a
cage – my prisoner, my sex slave – drag you out whenever I want and
work you over.  Feel that, buddy?  Feel that cock in your ass?  Your
perfect body is impaled on my rod.  I gotta fuck you, man ... it's the only
thing ..."

Bob stared at the wild-man in the mirror and pressed his lips against the
glass, licking the image of the dark gypsy face.  Randy did the same,
consumed by the erotic image of two men making love to their own
reflections.  Then their lips brushed against each other, their faces
turned toward each other and their mouths clamped together in a searing
kiss – licking, biting, probing, ravenously trying to eat each other.
And still the merciless piston driving into Bob's ass.

Bob's cock was pressed between his stomach and the mirror, riding up and
down the glass as Randy fucked him.  "Come on, stud," the deep voice
growled, "you know you have to.  I'm your master – I can make you do
anything.  It's an order – show me you love me, man ... now!"  He rammed
his pole into the fiery depths of Bob's ass and ... "aaagh" ... a hot plume
of juice spurted up between Bob's body and the glass, then another, then
again.

"Aaagh," Bob screamed again.  "Thank you, sir ... I love you ..."

But the jackhammer didn't let up.  Still the relentless pounding in Bob's
ass.  "Get down, fucker," Randy barked, and they both sank to their knees.
Bob leaned forward and braced himself against the cum-slick mirror while
Randy grabbed his hips and pulled him back onto his cock in an ever-faster
rhythm.  Having just shot his wad the pain in Bob's ass returned and he
groaned, "No..."

"You want me to stop, boy, is that it?  You want me to stop fucking that
ass?"  Bob looked up at the reflection of the construction worker.  "No,
sir, please ... keep fucking me, sir ... please... Aaagh!"  Randy slammed
his cock deeper and Bob fell forward against the mirror, his face pressing
into the cum streaming down the glass.

"Lick it," came the order and Bob obeyed, hungrily sucking in the musky
cream.  It was an incredible sight – the handsome muscle-god who had so
recently reigned as the alpha leader of the tribe now on hands and knees,
licking his own cum from the mirror while the wild, savage gypsy pounded
his ass with his massive cock.  They were both pouring sweat as the
endless, ferocious fuck continued.

"Look at yourself now," Randy sneered.  Bob pulled back and gazed at his
own handsome macho face, tears flowing from his eyes, mouth oozing semen,
the square, stubbled jaw smothered with cum.  "Don't look like the big
boss-man to me – big muscle-stud on his knees getting his ass pounded by
the real boss – begging for it.  Now who's the master?  Tell me!"

"You are, sir.  I submit to you – I'll do anything you say, sir ..."

"Damn right you will."  Suddenly Randy pulled his cock out but still kept a
tight hold on Bob's waist.  He stood up pulling Bob with him, his body
doubled over, hanging limply from Randy's iron grip.  Randy carried him
across the room and flung him bodily onto the bed face down.  He smiled
with ruthless satisfaction seeing the muscular body bounce as it fell on
the bed.

Randy knelt behind him, leaned forward and pressed his hand on Bob's lower
back, pinning him to the bed.  Bob was trapped and once again the white
globes of his ass were at the mercy of Randy.  Randy raised himself up,
arching himself over Bob.  Only his feet touched the bed, his hands firmly
planted on Bob's back, his iron cock pointing down at his ass.  "You
thought it was over, eh, stud?  But this is the boss, the master fuck who's
never satisfied.  And this is what that feels like..."

"Aaaagh..."  Once again Bob's screams echoed round the room as Randy's hips
fell forward and his lance speared Bob's ass in one agonizing plunge and
the savage fuck resumed.  Randy smiled grimly as he watched Bob
instinctively reach upward, clawing at the sheets in a futile effort to
drag himself off the relentless cock.  But Randy had him helplessly pinned,
his ass impaled on his pile-driving cock.  Bob looked back over his
shoulder at the rugged bodybuilder rising and falling above him ... and
again the pain dissolved.  At this moment there was nowhere else on earth
he wanted to be than at the mercy of this incredible man.

But slowly Bob felt the pace of the cock slowing in his ass and he heard
Randy's voice.  "I wanna look at your face, buddy."  He pulled his cock
out, knelt down and flipped Bob over onto his back.  With Bob's legs were
hooked over Randy's shoulders, Randy fell forward and pinned his wrists to
the bed above his head.  The mood had changed.  Randy smiled down at Bob's
wide-open brown eyes and asked, "What do you want, buddy."

"I want you to make love to me."

Randy pressed the head of his cock between the mounds of Bob's ass and
pushed gently forward, his cock sliding almost imperceptibly into the raw
membrane of Bob's ass.  Bob closed his eyes and sighed with pleasure.  "I
love you, Randy," he whispered as Randy slowly, tenderly eased his cock in
and out of his lover's ass.  This was the wild man who, minutes ago, was
pounding his ass like a stallion in heat – and now he was making
exquisite love to him.  Randy smiled at Bob and asked again, "What do you
want now, man?"

"I want you to stop still and look at me."  Randy stopped moving, his cock
buried deep in Bob's ass.  They gazed at each other and the inevitable
happened.  The saw themselves reflected in each other's eyes, drawing them
into the private world where they were alone together, in love,
inseparable.  "Randy," Bob said, his voice coming from that magical place.
"You said you could cum just looking at me, and I know I can do that to
you.  Just like you, I can do anything to you.  So here's where I take
over.  I'm in control now.  Now it's my turn to say, `show me how much you
love me'."

Randy was drowning in Bob's eyes – it's all he saw, all he knew.  This
was his life, he belonged to Bob, he would give him anything he wanted –
including this.  He smiled as he felt his cock stir in Bob's ass, felt the
juice rising from his balls, flowing along his cock and out into the
welcoming warmth of his lover's ass.  Bob smiled, "Thank you, Randy," and
his own cock pulsed, pouring semen over his washboard abs.

Randy fell on top of Bob, pressed his cheek against his and Bob started to
sob quietly.  Randy wrapped his arms round him and said gently, "It's OK,
buddy, I've got you ... you're with me ... you're safe.  And the only thing
in the world you need to know ... is that I love you."

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

While Randy was restoring the balance in his relationship with Bob, his kid
brother was having a harder time.  As Ben sat next to Jason driving to
Jason's house down by the arroyo, he felt diminished and ashamed, far from
the cocky young buck who thought that he and Pablo ruled the world.  He was
still confused about how his loyalty to Randy had taken such a wrong turn
and, while he knew his own punishment by the boys was well deserved, he
cringed at the thought of Jason getting punished instead of him.  Seared in
his brain was the image of the naked fireman stretched in bondage, his body
writhing as he was whipped and fucked.

They drove in silence until they walked into Jason's garden and Jason said
gently, "Hey, full moon tonight, kid ... how about we sit by the stream for
a while over a couple of beers?  Come with me while I get out of this
uniform.  They went into his room and Jason pulled off the T-shirt Bob had
given him after his own got ripped, then lowered his heavy work pants that
he had worn ever since his shift had ended in the late afternoon.

Ben watched, dazzled as always by the sight of Jason getting naked,
revealing the flawless muscles of his perfect physique, still marked by the
stripes of the whip.  He pulled black briefs on over his semi-erect cock
and his tight, rounded ass, and couldn't resist glancing at himself in the
mirror.  Yeah, if anything the marks of the lash made his body look even
hotter.  He put on old cargo shorts and sneakers and finally pulled on a
dark-blue ribbed tank top that hugged the contours of his chest and abs.

Ben's cock was roaring hard in his shorts and one thing became crystal
clear to him ... no way did he deserve this man.  Jason was a god – he
could have any boy or man he wanted, but he had chosen Ben ... and now Ben
had let him down so thoroughly.  "Sir," he blurted out, "if you don't still
want me as your boy I understand, after what I did and all.  I'll leave
right away – don't worry, I can walk back up to the house."

Hey, hey, hey," Jason frowned.  "Don't you want to stay as my boy?"  Ben's
eyes teared up.  "Yes I do, sir, more than anything, but I don't deserve
..."

"And did you hear me say I wanted you to go?"  "No, sir," Ben said meekly.
Jason smiled.  "Then let's forget all this bullshit, grab a beer and go
outside."

They sat opposite each other at the old wooden table by the stream and
Jason gazed at Ben.  "Shit, my young gypsy boy looks beautiful in the
moonlight."  Ben blushed and replied, "You look like a god, sir, so
gorgeous I could cream my shorts just looking at you."

Jason saw an opening.  "Yeah, well I'm proud of the way I look, Ben.  I get
off looking at myself in the mirror, and when other guys look at me and
stroke their cocks, like the boys did when they came all over my picture in
the calendar.  But here's the thing, I never let my pride get in the way
and hurt others.  Quite the reverse, I use it to give them pleasure.  Can
you see where I'm going with this, kiddo?"

"I think so, sir.  I let my pride get in the way?"

"You're proud of your skill as a fighter, Ben, and that's OK.  But you used
those skills to attack two innocent boys and injure them badly.  That
debases your skill – cancels it out – when you use it against good
guys like Nate and Eddie.  Your loyalty to your big brother does you
credit, but ... look, I'll level with you – you were under Pablo's
influence and he led you astray.  Randy will handle Pablo, but in the
meantime you got punished and I think you've learned your lesson."

"Yes but why did they punish you too, sir?  It wasn't fair – and it hurt
me so bad.  Watching it was the worst feeling of my life."  Jason laughed.
"You just answered your own question, Ben.  Randy devised that rule a long
time ago and he was dead right.  Nothing punishes a boy like having to
watch his master get whipped and fucked for something the boy did.  But
it's over and we gotta plan for the future".  Ben brightened up.  "I'll do
anything you say, sir.  Anything."

 "Good.  Now, for a while you'll be living here full time with me.  You'll
spend all the time with me when you're not at work, and you'll only go up
to the house when I go, like for meals, for example, get it?"

"Sounds good to me, sir," Ben grinned, regaining some of the mischief that
had been stifled by events.  Jason tried hard not to smile.  "And during
that time, and in the future, you'll try to model yourself on me – not
Pablo or Randy.  You're my boy now, and from now on you'll do as I say and
do as I do.  I don't want you to lose that tough little gypsy boy image –
it's real sexy – but we just have to knock off some of the rough edges.
And to help with that Bob will schedule some therapy sessions for you and
Pablo with your brother, Doctor Steve."

Ben gazed at the handsome fireman and a warm felling spread over him.
"Sir, when I first realized I loved you I thought it was all because you're
so totally gorgeous.  But now it's much more than that.  I love you because
... well ... because I love being near you, watching you, listening to you
talk.  I'm not good at explaining things, sir, but ... I just love you.  No
matter if we have sex or not, I love being with you, sir."

Jason reared back in mock disappointment.  "You mean you don't care about
having sex with me anymore?"  Ben's eyes opened wide with confusion.  "No
sir – I mean yes, sir – I mean no, I didn't mean that.  I do want to
have sex with you ... please ... I love it when you make love to me, sir
... I love seeing your naked body over me in bed, feeling your cock sliding
in my ass.  Please, sir, my ass is yours – you can take my ass as often
as you want.  Please, sir..."

"OK, kiddo," Jason grinned, "I'll take that as a yes.  But words are easy –
you gotta back them up with actions.  So get that ass of yours in my bed,
boy."  Ben scrambled to his feet and ran toward the house.  Jason smiled
and shook his head, watching the young gypsy boy scamper across the grass
like an eager young rabbit.  `Yeah,' Jason thought.  `He'll do ... he'll do
very well.'  Jason was definitely in love.

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

When he got to the bedroom Jason grinned in surprise.  Ben was all ready
for him, butt naked on the bed, on his back, propped up on his elbows.
"Good boy," Jason smiled, and for the second time Ben was treated to the
sight of the muscle-god fireman undressing.  He kicked off his sneakers,
unbuttoned his cargo shorts and let them drop.  Slowly he pushed down his
black briefs and his long, hard dick sprang out.

Jason stepped out of his briefs and shorts and looked at himself in the
mirror behind the bed, unable to resist the habit of admiring his own
reflection.  Ben gazed in awe at the blond fireman, naked except for his
dark blue, ribbed tank top.  Stretched over his torso the tank revealed the
perfect shape of his rounded pecs and the ridges of his eight-pack abs, and
the dark blue contrasted with the golden tan of his powerful shoulders and
arms.  Under his arms the fabric was damp from the sweat trickling from his
armpits.

His face, with its strong cheek-bones, square jaw, and piercing blue eyes,
broke into a dazzling smile as he ran the palm of his hand over the tight
tank, over his pecs and abs, inhaling sharply as his fingers touched the
shape of his nipples.  He smiled down at Ben and said in his deep voice,
"You like that, kiddo?  You like knowing that man is your master?  You like
being his boy?"  The image was spectacular and almost rendered Ben
speechless, but he managed to croak, "Yes please, sir."

"OK, then."  Jason knelt between his legs and pushed Ben gently on his
back.  He leaned over him, bracing himself on one arm, his palm flat on the
bed beside Ben's head.  He lowered his hips until their cocks were brushing
against each other.  With his free hand he grabbed both cocks in his fist
and began stroking them together.

Mesmerized Ben reached up and ran both hands over the ribbed tank, feeling
Jason's chest muscles ripple underneath, then up over the broad shoulders
and down the sloping lats.  The room faded away and all he could see was
this glowing god-like figure smiling down at him.  He floated away in a
cloud of euphoria, felt his cock rubbing against Jason's, felt the semen
surge through it and ... aah...aaah... aaagh!"  Ben shuddered, his cock
exploded and shot ribbons of cum up high, splashing against Jason's tank.

Ben's eyes opened wide and he said breathlessly, "I'm sorry, sir.  I didn't
mean to cum but I couldn't stop ... you look so hot, sir ... I'm sorry..."

Jason laughed.  "Don't beat yourself up, Ben.  You don't have to apologize
for cumming looking at me.  Does me good.  Besides, I did that to you on
purpose.  Now when I shove my cock in your ass it'll hurt a bit and you
won't shoot right away.  It'll give me time make love to your ass the way I
like.  Shit, look what you did to my shirt ... gotta take if off now."  He
pulled it over his head and Ben almost shot another load seeing Jason naked
now, a sheen of sweat gleaming over the muscles of his spectacular torso.

Jason crumpled the shirt and pressed it against Ben's face.  The boy
gasped, inhaling the taste and smell of his own cum mixed with Jason's
sweat.  Jason pulled it away and laid it on the bed.  "Better keep that,
kid.  Keep it for during the day when I'm not around.  Right, now I'm gonna
fuck my boy's ass.  You ready, kid?"

"Yes please, sir," Ben said, trying to stay polite when what he really
wanted was to scream, "Fuck me, sir ... Hard!"  But he didn't have to
scream ... Jason knew exactly what his boy wanted – the only thing that
would erase the memory of his harrowing day.  He pressed the palm of his
hand on the cum-covered tank beside Ben and used the wet hand to lubricate
his own cock.  Then he put his hands behind Ben's knees, pushed them back
and eased his cock between the white cheeks of Ben's ass.

"Aaah..."  Each of them breathed a long sigh of pleasure.  Jason rested his
cock deep in Ben's ass and said gently, "So, you're my boy, kiddo, and
you'll be a good boy for me?"  Ben gazed up into the steady blue eyes.
"Yes, sir."  "No more fighting, no more anger?"  "No, sir."  "Any problems,
you come to me?"  "Yes, sir.  Thank you sir.  I`ll be good for you, sir. I
promise."

Jason smiled.  "Good answers, kid.  And now I'm gonna fuck your ass for a
long, long time."

And so they were joined in the way they had both longed for, in a way that
was to be repeated several times during the night whenever the young gypsy
boy stirred in the strong arms of the naked fireman – his master.

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

Scenes of reconciliation were enacted all over the house that night.
Mario's Italian sensibilities had been rattled by his first exposure to the
sometimes savage acts of retribution the house went in for, so Mark invited
him to spend the night with him and Jamie, and they easily dispelled any
vestiges of concern by showing him all the permutations of love between
three men.

But two of the other boys were being treated very cautiously by their
masters.  Because of their injuries, the wounded warriors, Nate and Eddie,
were unable to service their masters as they usually did.  "Well, mate,"
Adam grinned, stroking Nate's neck brace.  "Looks like you're not gonna be
up for any blow-jobs for a while, and I better not fuck you tonight ... me
pounding your ass would fuck up your neck real good.  So, kid, you're just
gonna have to make do with sleeping in my arms all night long."  Nate gave
a cheeky grin.  "Sounds good to me, sir.  I think I can handle that."

Meanwhile, up at Hassan's house the Marine was touching Eddie even more
tenderly, almost as if he might break.  He undressed him carefully,
avoiding the broken arm, then picked him up, laid him gently on the bed and
eased his arm from the sling.  "You'll be OK in bed if you don't move your
arm too much."  Eddie lay still looking up at the exotic, muscular soldier
as he shucked off his sleeveless shirt, unlaced and kicked off his combat
boots, and dropped his fatigue pants.  As always Eddie's gasped and his
eyes gleamed as he saw the soldier naked, his ripped, athletic physique,
his olive-skinned, Arab/Asian features and slanted dark eyes.

Hassan gazed down at him and shook his head.  "Holy shit, boy, you look
good enough to eat.  But I'm gonna have to curb my appetite.  No sex
tonight, with your arm the way it is."

"Yes, sir," Eddie agreed reluctantly, and then his urchin grin broke
though.  "But I still have one good arm, sir.  Do you think it would be OK
if I jerked off looking at you, sir ... if you don't mind, that is?"
Hassan smiled down at him.  "I don't mind, kid ... if you don't."  He
grabbed his own stiff cock and began stroking it.  Eagerly picking up on
his cue Eddie did the same.  Soon the Marine and his boy were pounding
their rods gazing at each other.

"You're a great kid, Eddie ... and you look so damn hot.  But you'd look
even hotter with your naked body covered in jism.  Maybe I can't fuck you
tonight, but I sure as hell can blast a big load over you.  You want that?
You wanna feel a soldier's hot jism pouring down on you?  You wanna feel it
on your face, in your mouth?  You wanna taste it, swallow it ... swallow
you master's cum?"

"Yes, sir," Eddie shouted.  "Yes, sir, please, sir, cum over me sir.  See
how much I want it, sir?  See? ...  Eddie stopped pumping his cock, held it
still, pointing upward, and suddenly it spurted like a fountain high in the
air, again and again, his juice splashing back down on his body."

"Man, that is fucking gorgeous," Hassan yelled.  "Here it comes boy
... gulp it down – every drop ... aaagh!"  The Marine's magnificent body
jolted, his head jerked back, black hair flying as his cock exploded.  It
was like a hose turned on full, pouring hot liquid onto Eddie's chest, in
his face, into his open mouth, forcing the boy to swallow hard, determined
not to spill a drop.  Eddie's own cock spurted again until he felt his was
drowning in cum.

When he finally opened his eyes he saw through a film of cum Hassan bending
over him with a towel.  "No, sir," he pleaded.  "Could we sleep just like
this, without – you know – cleaning up."  "Whatever you say, kiddo,"
smiled Hassan, lying down beside him and scooping him ever-so-carefully
into his arms.  And that's how they slept all night.

But the next day was a different story.  When Hassan went to work he told
Eddie to rest up and take it easy.  But Eddie looked round the messy room
and had other ideas.  Hassan came home later in the afternoon and as walked
along the path down the hill he heard a sound coming from the house –
the vacuum cleaner.  He flung open the door and stopped short.  There was
Eddie in just his cargo shorts and sneakers, his left arm in a sling while
his right arm worked back and forth as he ran the vacuum over the floor.
"No!"

Eddie looked up startled to see the uniformed Marine outlined in the
doorway.  "Switch that damned thing off.  I told you to rest up."  Eddie
flipped the switch and stammered, "I'm sorry, sir ... I tried to rest but
the house was such a mess and I wanted to do something for you
because...well ... you know I love you, sir, I've told you before ... and I
just wanted ..."

His voice trailed off, his expression a mix of remorse and nervous
defiance.  Hassan softened, walked up to Eddie and hugged him gently.
"Thanks Eddie, the place looks great – I just didn't want you to hurt
that arm."  Then he pulled back and stared at him with mock severity.  "But
you know what this means, boy.  If you're recovered enough to clean house
you're well enough to take my cock in your ass."

Eddie's face lit up.  "Yes, sir ... absolutely, sir."  Carefully he lay on
his back on the bed, slid his arm out of the sling and spread his arms out
flat on the bed.  Hassan pulled off his uniform shirt and towered over him
in his fatigue pants and combat boots, his khaki tank top stretched over
his chest.  Eddie was dazzled by the erotic sight of the muscle-god soldier
and when Hassan asked, "Are you sure you want this, kid?" he replied
instantly.  "Yes please, sir.  I want it real bad."

Hassan knelt on the bed, pulled Eddie's shorts round his ankles, grabbed
his shorts and sneakers with one hand and pushed his legs high in the air.
He looked down at the boy's exposed ass and moaned, "Yeah ... I've been
thinking about those buns all day."  With his free hand the soldier ripped
open his fatigue pants, pulled out his stiff rod and pushed it slowly,
carefully into his boy's ass.  "Don't move that arm, boy.  Just leave
everything to me."

Eddie was thrilled to do just that as he gazed up at the rugged soldier in
his battle fatigues, his huge cock moving gently inside him.  Gone was the
pain and fear of the recent fight.  That was yesterday.  Today he was home
– safe – the Marine's boy.


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

Meanwhile the previous night, while all the men and boys were reconciling
in their various ways, for Zack and Darius it was more of a celebration
than a reconciliation.  Zack had been mightily impressed by his boy for
taking charge of the situation and saving the day by overpowering Pablo and
Ben.  "I'm real proud of you, kid," he had said.  "You're becoming quite
the leader ... seems like I owe you a reward."  And so, after dinner,
having asked the twins to keep Pablo company for a while, Darius walked
across the street to Zack's house to claim his reward.

When he went into the house he was surprised that Zack wasn't there, even
in the bedroom.  But something else was.  There was a note on the bed.
"From now on these are yours – put them on."  Darius's jaw dropped –
it was the best reward he could have been given.  He put on the clothes by
the note and stared at himself in the mirror.  "Jeez, dude, you look hot!"

A handsome black muscle-boy stared back at him, dressed heat to foot in
leather – black leather pants with a studded belt round the waist, and
heavy boots.  Crossed over his bare sculpted chest was a studded harness,
and hanging open over that was a leather vest.  He wore a peaked black cap
and mirror glasses.  "Awesome, dude," he said.  Fucking awesome!"

But where was Zack?  Darius wanted to show himself off to him and guessed
he must be in the garden.  He was right – but once again he was in for a
shock.  Across the garden, his back to Darius, was a tall, muscular black
man with a shaved head standing between two trees – spread-eagled, legs
wide apart, arms stretched out and tied to the trees with leather wrist
restraints.  He was buck naked and Darius was riveted by the round globes
of his ass, a paler brown than his ebony body.

Darius regained his breath and walked round to face the man.  Zack's cool
gray eyes stared at him and Darius took off his cap and glasses, saying
simply, "Thank you, sir."  The leather-boy went back and stood behind him.
He shrugged off the vest, unzipped the leather pants and pulled out his
ten-inch cock that was roaring hard ever since he saw himself in the
mirror, and especially now he saw his muscle-god master in bondage, waiting
for his boy to fuck his ass.

Darius looked over Zack's shoulder and realized that he had leaned a mirror
against a shed facing him.  Darius stared at the reflection of the naked
black bodybuilder, the slabs of his pecs and ridges of his abs, his
shoulders bulging as his arms stretched sideways, his wide lats tapering
down to his tight waist.  His long black cock hung from his mass of wiry
pubic hair and swung between his splayed legs.

Reflexively Darius moved forward and felt his cock brush against Zack's
ass.  He looked down and there they were – the perfect coffee- colored
mounds rising up from below the slim waist.  Without even touching his cock
Darius pressed the head of his shaft between the cheeks.

He grabbed Zack's hips, pulled them toward him and watched the bound
muscle-stud in the mirror react as the long pole slid slowly – inch
after inch after inch – deeper and deeper into his master's ass.  He saw
the rugged, square-jawed face flinch as the black bodybuilder was slowly
impaled on his boy's long pole.  Darius felt his cock touch the back of
Zack's ass but he pushed harder and it passed over the inner sphincter and
came to rest in the fiery chamber deep, deep inside.

"Shit, boy," Zack moaned, "that feels fucking incredible.  Come on, show me
what a macho leather-stud you are.  Fuck your master, boy."  Darius didn't
need telling twice.  He pressed his chest against Zack's back, wrapped his
arm round him and stroked his rock-hard pecs, then squeezed his nipples.
He pulled his cock all the way back, then drove it in deep and in seconds
it became a jackhammer, endlessly pounding the ass of the black master.

Darius felt Zack's muscular body writhe against his, saw him in the mirror
flexing hard as he pulled against the ropes binding his wrists.  It was
such a massive turn-on that finally Darius couldn't hold back.  Zack felt
the cock pulsing in his ass and shouted, "OK, boy, this is it.  You're
fucking your master's ass ... make him bust his load ... aaagh!"  Darius
saw a stream of cum blast from Zack's cock and slam against the mirror, as
his ass contracted round his cock and Darius screamed, "Thank you, sir,"
and his cock erupted deep in his master's ass.

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

Zack pulled his arms from the buckled restraints (he had pushed his hands
in loosely and could always have pulled free) and they stood facing each
other.  Darius beamed, "That was the most awesome reward a boy could ever
have, sir."  "Yeah, well you deserved it, kid, now you're the big stud
leader of that pack of boys."  Darius went to unbuckle his harness, but
Zack stopped him.  "No, kid, the outfit's yours to keep – a master's
gift to his boy.  Better still, keep it on, go across the street and do
your thing with Pablo.  He'll freak out when he sees you."

That turned out to be an understatement.  The twins were still with Pablo
and they had all got real comfortable – that's to say naked on the bed,
groping and kissing, the twins proving to Pablo that there were no hard
feelings after he had knocked them down in the fight.  Suddenly the door
burst open and a voice growled, "What the fuck's going on here?"  Pablo
broke free of the twins, propped himself on this elbows and gasped.

Darius looked spectacular, looming over them in full leather, legs astride,
arms folded over his chest.  Pablo was mesmerized by the sight of the
beautiful black leather-boy and jumped off the bed to face him.  "Kneel,"
Darius growled, and Pablo obeyed.  "Now, let me hear you say it again.  Who
is the leader of the boys?"  Pablo replied meekly, "You are, sir."

"Right, and what do you want now?"  "I want you to fuck my ass, sir."
Darius's severe expression changed into a broad grin.  "Good answer, dude."
He put his hands under Pablo's armpits and pulled him to his feet.  "So get
back on that bed, kiddo."  He threw him down and the twins scrambled off
the bed, prepared to leave.  "No, guys," Darius said, "stay here.  I want
witnesses to this.  You'll enjoy it, and when I've finished with him you
can join in.  We'll make a night of it."  He pulled out his cock and knelt
on the bed.

And so the twins witnessed the passing of the torch of leadership from one
boy to the other.

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

Across the street Zack welcomed the chance to spend time on his own.  He
pulled on his ragged gray boxers and lay back on the bed, his hands linked
behind his head.  There had been so many striking images that chaotic day –
the vengeful boys, the tortured men, culminating in the exhilarating sight
of his boy becoming a man, an alpha stud in full leather.  But as Zack lay
there staring up at the ceiling there was one image above all that obsessed
him.  In his mind he saw again the spectacular new, macho Bob, taking
charge, exerting his authority over the group, his shirt and tie hanging
open over his chest, his stubbled jaw set, fists clenched.

Then the image morphed into another, from a long time ago.  Bob was naked,
tied spread-eagled to the remains of a doorframe on the beach in the dunes,
being worked over by Zack who was agitated and provoked by Bob's beauty.
Bob had been submissive then, accustomed to submitting to Randy – but
recently Bob had rebelled and been transformed into a leader – a macho,
alpha stud who aroused a whole different kind of lust in Zack.

As Zack lay there in his quiet room he again thought to himself, `He's so
fucking hot.  Man, if I got him back up to the dunes things would be
different.  He'd be the boss.  Me, the big leather-master, I'd do whatever
he wanted.'  But suddenly he blinked and shook his head, coming down to
earth with a jolt.  `Forget it, Zack – ain't never gonna happen, it's
just a fantasy.'  He sighed deeply – `never gonna happen.'

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

There's a saying that if you wish hard enough for something fate steps in
and makes it happen.  Zack wasn't exactly wishing on a star – not his
style – but he sure did fantasize long and hard about Bob.  And after
all, what's the difference between a dream and a fantasy?

Anyway, he could make a part of the dream come true.  He'd been thinking
for a while that he needed a bit of time to himself – blow the cobwebs
away, as he thought – and whenever he felt antsy like that the remote
dunes were the perfect place.  After all, that's why he had bought the old
shack in the first place – a place where he could get away from the
world – flex his muscles, physically and mentally.  So yeah, after all
the turmoil in the house, now was as good a time as any to take a break.
He'd take a couple days off and go there – and maybe fantasize some more
about Bob while he lay on the beach, looking at the old doorframe and
jerking off.

So he saw the big hand of fate stirring the pot when a few days later Bob
mentioned casually, "I gotta go up to my firm's branch office in San Louis
Obispo in a day or two, deal with some problems up there, light a fire
under those guys.  As it's so close to the dunes Mark asked me if I'd look
in on his shack up there – officially Jamie's shack now – make sure
it's still standing and everything's OK.  I could do the same for you,
Zack, if you like, as yours is just down the beach."

Zack's heart skipped a beat and he wondered if his fantasy had kicked in
again and made him imagine the words.  But no, there was Bob smiling at him
waiting for his answer.  "Well that's weird," Zack said, "'cause I had just
decided to go up there myself, spend a few days in my shack to unwind –
you know, take a few big gulps of good sea air."

Bob laughed.  "Great minds think alike, eh, buddy?  Well, I'll still go
check on Mark's place and maybe drop in on you for a drink before I head
back.  But I don't want to disturb you're solitude – you probably want
to be alone."

"No, no," Zack said a little too quickly.  "That would be great ... hell,
you could even stay the night if you don't wanna rush back."

"That's a thought," said Bob.  "It all depends on how long it takes me to
sort things out at the branch office.  I'll call you from there and we can
play it by ear, OK?"  Zack felt the hard-on bulging in his jeans as he
replied, "Sure thing, man – play it by ear."

In bed that night Bob mentioned the conversation to Randy.  "Would you
mind?" he asked.  Randy smiled at him.  "Nah ... Zack's a good guy
... you'll be in safe hands ... go have some fun."  He paused.  "Just so
long as you don't run away with him ... kidding!"

"You better be kidding, asshole," Bob said squeezing closer to him.  He
knew Randy had finally got beyond his insecurities – but it was a bit
like a fear of flying.  You know it's completely irrational but deep down
there's still that stab of anxiety every time you get on a plane –
especially when the plane hits turbulence.

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

It turned out that Bob's visit to the San Luis Obispo office was more
tedious and long-winded than he had anticipated.  But all the staff liked
the handsome, charismatic, young senior vice-president and he eventually
won them over and restored peace.  "Whew," he breathed as he loosened his
tie, driving his Mercedes the short distance down Highway One toward
Guadalupe Dunes.  "I'm beat.  Maybe I will ask Zack if I can stay the
night."  He felt a stirring in his cock at the thought, but he refocused,
took a deep breath and his boner subsided.

It wasn't long before he was bumping over the sandy track through the
dunes.  He had decided to go straight to Zack's and wait `til next morning
to visit Mark's shack.  Right now he needed a stiff drink with a good
buddy.  And suddenly there he was in the distance, outside his shack, naked
except for ragged shorts.  As Bob drove closer the image became more
distinct – the tall black man with the shaved head, handsome face –
and a body that wouldn't quit.

A tremor ran through Bob, and his boner was back – harder than ever.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 199


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