Date: Wed, 14 May 2014 02:52:15 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 207  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 207
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: The two hot gym jocks continue their workout that turns
into the ultimate body-worship fantasy.  "Lloyd beat his meat staring at
Jason – the muscular blond athlete, naked except for a thin white tank
top stretched over his chest."  Meanwhile, Hassan, the handsome Marine,
captures the gypsy boy, Ben, wandering in the forest.  "You're in real
trouble now boy," the rugged soldier growls at the naked young gypsy."


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Chapter 207 – "1. Body Worship 2.The Marine & The Gypsy"


They were hot jock workout buddies at the gym – the one dark haired,
handsome, with a flawlessly muscular physique, the other a chiseled blond,
a young muscle-god who had been featured in a fireman's calendar, the
object of many orgasms.  But the men were no ordinary gym partners.  Both
were body-worshippers, obsessed by beautiful men – the one drooling over
athletes at the gym, the blond getting off on his own image in the mirror
as often as not.

Lloyd and Jason had been brought together by a scheme of Lloyd's lover, the
inventive therapist, Doctor Steve.  He had invited Adam, Jason and Hassan,
with their boys, to the house for the weekend and suggested that for the
first night they switch partners.  To Lloyd's intense excitement he had
been paired with the spectacular fireman, Jason, and had taken him down to
the basement gym that Lloyd and Steve had built.

There, Lloyd's long-time fantasy had come to life – working out in the
gym with a beautiful bodybuilder, getting up close to him, smelling his
sweat, hearing him groan with effort, and eventually... but here his
fantasy crossed into the impossible.  Except that tonight everything was
possible.

They had pumped iron together for over half an hour, during which their
physical exertions had slowly become sexual.  Jason had challenged Lloyd to
a bench-press contest, which Jason had won.  His prize was to tie Lloyd to
the bench and fuck his face, driving his cock deep into his throat and
making him swallow streams of hot cum.  When his cock had finally drained
the near-naked fireman stepped back and stared at the bound bodybuilder,
tears streaming from his eyes, cum pouring down his handsome face.  "Now
that," Jason said, "is totally fucking awesome, man.  Beautiful."  But that
was just the beginning.

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

Jason released Lloyd and as they took a breather, letting their heartbeats
subside, Jason's thoughts went to his boy Ben, wondering how he was
enjoying his night with Hassan.  But he knew he had nothing to worry about.
Ben would really get off on the fantasy of the gorgeous, muscular Marine
and would be full of it when they met again in the morning.

Reassured, Jason turned his focus back to the handsome architect and the
erotic gym which was now stinking of sweat and semen.  Jason's vanity was
kicking in and he wanted more.  He wanted to really show off.

Lloyd, too, still had many more fantasies to play out.  Being here with the
magnificent blond jock was his ultimate dream – a dream too good to
waste.  "Come on, man, this is so fucking hot, I'm gonna show you something
that'll blow your mind."  They pulled off their jockstraps and faced each
other, naked at last.  Then Lloyd went into action ...

A few minutes later he stood back and gazed into the mirror.  Jason was
between the cable posts again but this time he was spread-eagled to the
four corners.  His arms were stretched up and his wrists were tied to the
cable handles.  His legs were spread wide, his ankles roped to the bottom
of the posts.

He wasn't totally naked.  Lloyd had made him put on the sweat- and
cum-stained white tank he had worn before, which now stretched over the
muscular torso of the bound bodybuilder.  The frayed bottom of the tank
ended just above his cock swinging between his muscled thighs, and behind,
it ended just above the twin white globes of his naked ass.  Jason was
gazing in awe at himself in the mirror knowing just how spectacular he
looked.

Lloyd placed a chair by the mirror and sat down, back to the mirror, gazing
at the young fireman, tied helpless, naked except for the thin, frayed tank
clinging to his chest.

"Man," Lloyd breathed, "I have never seen anything more beautiful than
that.  Now for some real muscle-worship.  You know, those hunks at the gym
drive me crazy, and it's always been a major homoerotic fantasy of mine to
have one of them tied up in my power so I could work him over, make him
beg.  And now here I have the most beautiful muscle-god of them all, the
narcissistic, arrogant blond jock spread-eagled in bondage, at my mercy."

Lloyd stood up, and ran his hands over the thin tank, feeling the solid
pecs and hard nipples underneath.  "You're my workout partner, man, but you
fucked my face and made me beg.  Well guess what, stud... it's payback
time."

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

The payback did not come right away.  Instead Lloyd sat back in the chair,
simply gazing at the apparition of the bound jock, his magnificent body
spread-eagled before him, more beautiful than anything he had ever seen at
the gym.  He would have been happy to stare at him like this all night,
beating his meat, cumming, jerking off some more and cumming again and
again.

And that's kind of what Lloyd did at first – rousing Jason's vanity to a
peak.  Jason was hugely turned on by the sight of his own bound body in the
mirror, but his arousal was magnified by the fact that his gym partner was
watching him, mesmerized by his beauty, stroking his cock in a supreme act
of body worship.  It was a profound experience for both men and led
inevitably to the most intense kind of fantasy – one that seemed totally
real, and one they shared.

They were gym buddies, workout partners who got off on pushing their bodies
to the extreme, challenging each other to trials of strength.  They were
straight, macho jocks, the muscle-crunching workouts an expression of their
manhood.  They showed off to each other and the other guys at the gym but,
if sex had been lurking deep in their subconscious, it had never surfaced –
until now.

Finding themselves alone in the gym their competitive impulses grew
intimate and finally brimmed over.  When one triumphed over the other in a
contest of strength the winner exacted a sexual prize ... tying his
exhausted buddy down and forcing him to give him a blow-job.  They were
like two drunk straight guys who find themselves alone together, intimate,
sharing a bed.  Feeling sexual attraction to each other for the first time
their inhibitions vanish in mutual masturbation and a blow job.  But then
it gets serious and the loser takes revenge.

"What are you gonna do to me, man?" the blond asked.

"Nothing for now – just sit here and admire that gorgeous body of yours.
It's such a fucking turn on, man."  He stared at his buddy – at his
exquisitely sculpted features, his short blond hair and blue eyes, and the
most beautifully proportioned, muscular physique he had ever seen, a
stunning athlete straining in bondage.

But far from the humbled captive, Jason was gazing in awe at himself in the
mirror, a handsome jock on display while his gym buddy sat staring at him,
salivating as he pounded his cock.  Jason had admired his own body often
enough and now it was being worshipped by another jock.  "Come on, stud –
you know what I want," Lloyd said, "and you want it too."  Jason knew
exactly.  He struggled against his restraints, knowing full well that a
beautiful body is viewed at its erotic best when the muscles are straining
in bondage.

But they both knew that there was a unique added feature to this
pornographic display.  Jason's hands were tied to the handles of the cables
and he could still pull them down just as he would in a normal cable-fly
exercise.  So his arms were not held rigid, and as he struggled to free his
hands he pulled the cables down across his chest.  In anticipation of this
Lloyd had loaded on extra weights so the exercise demanded enormous effort.
When Jason reached his limit his arms sprang back up, but he pulled down on
the cables again, his body twisting and writhing as his arms bent, biceps
and chest flexing hard.

At one point Lloyd gasped as Jason flexed and pulled down on the cables so
hard that he fell to his knees on the floor, his arms taking the strain as
his fists touched each other across his chest.  He held the painful pose as
long as he could but, when his strength was exhausted and he released the
hold, the cables wrenched his arms back up to the top, yanking him off his
knees and stretching him brutally back in the spread-eagled position with a
howl of pain and writhing muscles.

Lloyd was spellbound.  "Jesus Christ, man, that's the most gorgeous thing
I've ever seen.  Man, you're hot – that torn, sweaty tank stretched over
your chest, your huge cock swinging between those thighs as your body jerks
against the ropes.  Fucking pornographic, man.  You've never looked more
beautiful and you know it – and it turns you on like crazy."

"Yeah," breathed Jason, staring at his magnificent body in the mirror as if
looking at a glorious stranger.  He struggled harder, yanking on the cables
and moaning, "Shit he's gorgeous.  Worship him, man, pound that meat."
They were both in ecstasy, their bodies on fire as they watched the
muscle-jock struggle in front of his gym partner.

And that's the fantasy that now consumed them – two straight workout
partners dropping their pretences, opening up to their sexual lust, one
jock straining in bondage before the other who was pounding his cock in a
frenzy.  The fantasy became real as the captive bodybuilder moaned.  "What
you gonna do to me, buddy?  I've had enough, man ... let me go.  I can't
take anymore, you're breaking my body."

Consumed with lust Lloyd growled.  "Nah, I love watching a stud like you
suffer, man.  We compete in the gym, but I am the best and you have to
submit.  You know what to do, man."

Jason struggled mightily, gazing at the homoerotic image of his rippling
muscles, the thin tank soaked in sweat and clinging to his chest, sweat
pouring down his handsome face contorted with exertion, his cock standing
out like a steel rod.  Again Jason pulled mightily on the cables and sank
to his knees.

He held the agonizing pose to exhaustion, then yelled, "OK, man, I give up.
You win.  I'm finished – I submit .... Aaah ... Aaagh!!"  His strength
failed, the cables jerked him up off his knees, his body sprang agonizingly
upward and stretched tight just as his cock blasted a huge stream of cum
that shot high, slammed against the mirror and poured down the glass.

Watching the vain, arrogant blond jock surrender in agonizing humiliation
made Lloyd hallucinate and he pounded his cock as he screamed, "That's so
fucking gorgeous, man ... yes...yes...yeess!!."  He slouched back in the
chair and a long ribbon of cum shot from his cock, then another and
another, splashing in a pool of semen at Jason's feet, in worshipful homage
to the bronzed athlete, hanging exhausted, head dropping down in defeat,
sweat pouring down his magnificent body.

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

"Shit damn," Lloyd moaned, throwing his head back, "fucking hell ...that
was unbelievable, man.  You wanna go some more?"

Hell, yes," Jason said, staring at Lloyd then at himself.  "This is too
good to stop now.  I love it."

"OK, buddy, just take it easy now ... leave it all to me."  Jason calmed
down, his spread-eagled body relaxed in the ropes waiting for what Lloyd
would do next.  He was gazing at himself, at the mercy of his workout-buddy
– back in the gym fantasy.

Lloyd eased himself from his chair and fell to his knees facing the mirror.
Now I wanna worship you man – I mean real worship.  His view of the
bound jock was blurred by the white liquid running down the mirror so he
leaned forward and licked the glass, tasting his buddy's bitter-sweet cum.
As he cleaned the glass he found himself licking the mirror-image of the
near-naked bodybuilder, kissing him, sucking up the last remains of his
semen off the glass.  "Man, that looks hot," he groaned ... "but I want the
real thing.

He turned round to face Jason, fell on his stomach and crawled across the
floor until his head dropped on Jason's foot.  Again he licked voraciously
in a mounting frenzy and he grabbed the muscular thigh, hugging it as his
tongue moved higher and higher up Jason's leg until it reached the holy
grail of his sweat-soaked pubic hair and his balls.

Spurred on by the captive's moans he sucked the balls into his mouth and
pressed his tongue against them.  He was driving Jason wild, seeing in the
mirror the bound muscle jock being worshipped by the handsome stud on his
knees, his mouth wrapped round his crotch, reaching up and grabbing his
waist through the thin cotton of his soaking tank.

Lloyd pulled his head back and gazed up at the chiseled face staring down
at him.  Although Jason was the man who was bound, he was the man who ruled
– the man who was the object of groveling worship.  Lloyd moaned, "Thank
you, sir," as he buried his head in the sweaty tangle of blond pubic hair,
sucking in the sweat oozing from it.  In a daze he pulled back, gazed at
the semi-erect cock and flicked out his tongue.  In seconds he was licking
its whole length, from the bulging crown right up to the stinking pubes.

"I need to suck it, sir.  Please, let me suck your cock."

"Do it, man," Jason said, half to the bound man in the mirror, half to the
man begging at his feet."  Lloyd sucked in the head of the cock and eased
his mouth over it, feeling the stiffening rod slide down his throat until
his face was once again buried in damp pubic hair.  He pulled back, pursing
his lips hard round the cock, which was now hard as steel.

Jason gazed at himself in the mirror and the dark-haired stud on his knees,
the muscles of his broad back rippling as he moved back and forth, faster
and faster, moaning in ecstasy.  "Man, that looks fucking awesome," Jason
groaned, flashing on the sight of the roped jock having his cock sucked by
his gym partner.  "Un-fucking-believable.  Come on, do it, buddy.  Suck my
dick, worship it."  Jason tugged at his restraints, making his body writhe
as it got sucked, indulging in the ultimate act of narcissism.

Jason groaned, "You're gonna make me shoot another load, buddy.  Man, I
can't hold back."  Lloyd felt the shaft pulse on the verge of orgasm, but
at the last minute he pulled his mouth off the cock and gazed up at the
ecstatic face.  Jason had been about to shoot his load looking at himself
as usual, but now, surprised, he stared down at Lloyd, at the square-jawed
handsome face, saliva dripping from his open mouth, tears running down his
cheeks.  He was holding Jason's cock in his closed fist, pointing it at his
gaping mouth.

And it was that erotic image of his good buddy waiting to drink his juice
that made Jason howl, "You are so fucking gorgeous man – this is for you
... Aaagh!"  A flood of semen spurted from his cock and slammed into
Lloyd's face.  The second stream, and those that followed, all hit their
target of his mouth as he gulped hard, swallowing as much as he could, and
holding the rest in his mouth.

Lloyd reached up, dug his fingers into Jason's chest through the tank and
pulled himself to his feet.  He clamped his mouth over Jason's and let the
semen flow from one mouth to the other as they ground their lips together
in a wild celebration of muscle-worship and narcissism.

Lloyd became a sexual animal, leaning down to lick the sweat-soaked tank,
smothering it with the cum still oozing from his mouth.  He bit the hard
nipples, tearing the thin cotton over them, ripping it down with his teeth.
He pulled back, leapt to his feet and stood behind Jason, looking over his
shoulder into the mirror, both of them gazing at the athlete stretched in
bondage."

"Look at yourself, man," Lloyd said.  "You've never looked more beautiful
than that.  Fucking amazing.  Shit, man, you're driving me crazy..."  Lloyd
pressed against his back, reached round and clamped his hands over the
tank.  He scraped his finger nails down the shirt, pulling it, tearing it
as Jason yelled, "Yeah, do it, buddy ... rip that fucking shirt off him,
man."  Intoxicated by the sound of ripping fabric Jason pulled down on the
cables, his torso flexing hard, as he watched his chest and eight-pack abs
being exposed.

When Lloyd finally lowered his hands he stared in awe at the mirror, at the
bound jock, naked now except for the shreds of his tank hanging from his
shoulders over his chest.  "Holy shit," Jason groaned, "that looks fucking
incredible.  I could bust another load just looking at it."

"Not yet, buddy – not until I..."  "Aaaagh."  Jason screamed and his
body arched forward as he felt the long hard rod penetrate him and drive
deep into his ass.

Lloyd howled in triumph.  "You feel that, stud?  You feel that pole in your
ass?  Remember how you tied me up, fucked my face, made me beg and submit
to you?  Like I said, man ... it's payback time."  He grabbed Jason's hips
and pulled them back, slamming him onto his cock again and again as it
pistoned inside his tortured ass.

The image in the mirror was unbelievable.  The arrogant blond muscle-god
was helpless, spread-eagled, the shreds of his tank hanging from his
shoulders, sweat and tears pouring down his sculpted face, his gorgeous
naked body writhing in pain, impaled on his workout buddy's cock.

The sight was pornographic and sent Lloyd spinning out of control.  Of all
the men in the gym Jason was the most beautiful, swaggering around the gym
flaunting his perfect body.  But now here he was tied up naked with a cock
pounding his ass.  Lloyd was jack-hammering him, his huge shaft
pile-driving deep into his shattered ass, as Jason's body thrashed, pulling
desperately on the cables.  There was pain but Jason was numb to it, so
turned on by the incredible mirror image of the tortured bodybuilder.

But eventually the pain took over and Lloyd saw the man open his mouth and
scream, "That's enough, man.  You're ripping me open ... I can't take any
more ... my ass ... aaagh."

"Beg, man," Lloyd yelled.

"OK, OK, I'm begging you, man.  Please, sir – I submit.  I give up –
you've beaten me.  Please, man, cum in my ass... I can't ... aaagh!!"  He
watched the agonized muscle-jock in the mirror as his strength failed, the
cables jerked his body up taut, his ass slammed back onto the rod inside it
... and his cock blasted another ribbon of cum that slammed against the
glass.

"Here it comes, man," Lloyd howled as his cock exploded in his gym buddy's
ass, pouring hot semen inside him as he wrapped his arms tight round his
sweat-soaked body.  As his cock drained he stared in disbelief at the image
of the defeated man.  Nobody would believe the picture he saw – so Lloyd
knew what he had to do.

He pulled his cock out of Jason's ass, grabbed a whip from the wall and
gently pushed the smooth leather handle into Jason's ass.  The movement was
so subtle that Jason hardly felt it as he hung exhausted from the ropes.
Lloyd went to a closet and pulled out a camera that he and Steve sometimes
used in their sex games.

Lloyd wanted a record of this, the ultimate muscle-god worship.  With the
camera to his eye he walked around the prisoner, starting close on the
whip, its raw-hide braids hanging from the perfect white globes of his ass,
the body still shuddering, cum oozing from his ass and running down his
legs.  Then Lloyd worked round to the front, sat in the chair and trained
the camera on the most homoerotic sight he had ever seen.

The beautiful blond jock hung spread-eagled, sobbing quietly, tears and
sweat streaming down his rugged face and onto his chest.  His shuddering
body was naked except for the shredded remains of his tank top, hanging
from his shoulders and clinging to his chest.  His muscular legs were
stretched wide apart and his cock swung between them, still dripping cum.

"What happened to you, man?" Lloyd asked quietly.

Jason stared at himself in all his bound glory and said, "My workout buddy
tied me up and got off looking at me, pounding his meat until he shot his
load.  He crawled to me, worshiping me, and he sucked my dick and made me
shoot in his mouth.  Then he ripped my tank off my body, and shoved his
prong up my ass.  He fucked me so bad I shot another load over the mirror."

He fell silent, gazing at an image of himself he had never seen before, so
pornographic that, incredibly, his cock started to swell again.  Lloyd
walked around keeping his camera trained on the broken jock for many
minutes, then moved in for an extreme close-up of the handsome,
tear-stained face.  "Tell, me, man," Lloyd said.

Jason stared straight into the camera lens.  "We competed in the gym and
you beat me.  You win, man.  I can't take any more.  That whip is torturing
my, ass.  I give up ... I submit man.  You are the best."

Jason's head fell forward and Lloyd pulled back for the final shot of the
broken jock, his spectacular body hanging from the ropes, his head hanging
down in total humiliation.

Lloyd turned off the camera and said, "That's a wrap buddy."  He walked up
to him, took his face in his hands and kissed him, and both of them probed
hungrily with their tongues.  Then Lloyd pulled back and smiled at Jason.
"Un-fucking-believable, man.  God that was beautiful.  Whenever I need to
jack off in the future all I have to do is remember that."

Jason grinned.  "You made it look so fucking good, man.  We gotta do this
again ... soon."

"Absolutely," Lloyd said.  "And in the meantime I got something to show
you."  Quickly he untied Jason, pulled the whip gently out of his ass and
led him over to the far corner of the big room where a small couch faced
the wall, on which hung a large video screen.  He plugged the camera into
the computer beneath it, then grabbed a couple of beers from the small
fridge and they sat together on the couch.

Lloyd pressed the remote and the screen lit up with the stunning sight of
the muscular bond jock in bondage, a whip hanging out of his ass.  Lloyd
took a swig of beer and said, "Now this, buddy is one of the best porn
sequences you'll ever see.  You get off looking at yourself?  So let's see
how many times we can bust a load watching it.

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

And so the house fell quiet.  While Lloyd and Jason settled into their
jack-off marathon downstairs in the gym, Eddie was fast asleep in the arms
of the Aussie-hunk Adam, and Nate was in the master bedroom being woken
intermittently by Steve's cock in his ass.

But what of Hassan and Ben, the fourth couple brought together by Steve's
inventive partner-swapping therapy?  Actually, they weren't in the house at
all.  After the drawing of names when the couples had paired off, Hassan
had grabbed a couple of beers and taken Ben to their assigned room, where
Ben fidgeted nervously, much like Eddie and Nate before Adam and Steve had
put them at their ease and loosened their inhibitions.

That task now fell to Hassan.  They sat together on a couch, opened their
beers and took a swig.  Ben glanced sideways at the handsome Marine wearing
jeans and a V-neck khaki T-shirt that stretched over his muscular torso,
leaving little of his flawless body to the imagination.  He felt a bit
scared of the big soldier but also felt his cock stiffen in his shorts.

"Well, Ben," Hassan smiled, "we've never spent much time together before.
Guess now's the time to get to know each other.  So how did you feel about
drawing my name from the hat?"

"Actually, sir, a bit nervous.  I mean I heard all the stories of the times
you've tangled with my big brother Randy and fought with him.  They still
talk of the time Pablo followed you down to Pendleton `cause you were so
hot and he thought he was in love with you.  Randy hit the roof and you two
had a huge fight then."

"You're right, kid," Hassan shrugged, "but that's all pretty much water
under the bridge.  Randy and I have made our peace."

"On the other hand..." said Ben

"Oh good," Hassan grinned, "there's an `other hand'."

"Yes, sir.  See I've got pretty friendly with Eddie and he's crazy in love
with you.  He tells me all about you and the sex you have and all the
fantasies you've taken him on.  They sound wild, sir, and I was kinda
hoping...."

Hassan laughed.  "As the movie says, `you'll have what he's having'.  I
think we can arrange that, but first things first.  You seem to know a lot
about me, so why don't you fill me in about you.  You came from Texas not
long ago, right?"

Loosening up now Ben told his story – how he was the youngest of six
brothers who were pretty much raised by their oldest brother Randy.  "We
moved around a lot, sir, kind of a band of gypsies and Randy took care of
us all – he was great with his fists, sir, which he had to be often."
Ben's expression clouded over when he recalled how Randy had got married,
so Ben lived with the next oldest brother Charlie for a while.

"I went through a lot of shit, hit a real rough patch and missed Randy a
lot – his protection and all.  So I hit the road and hitched and walked
from Texas to California.  I found Randy and it was great being with him
again, but me and Pablo didn't see eye to eye for a while.  But then we got
close – he even thought of me as his boy for a while.  Then I met that
gorgeous fireman Jason and I couldn't believe that he liked me so much he
asked me to be his boy – his gypsy boy, he calls me."

"So you're pretty happy with your life right now?"

"Sure am, sir."  Hassan had made Ben tell his story so he'd become relaxed,
which he was now, taking a long swig of beer.  "You know, sir," he said, "I
think Steve's plan was a great idea – the boys spending a night with a
different master..."  He let the thought hang in the air and Hassan
realized the boy had given him an opening.

Hassan said, "You remember how Eddie told me I should give you a good time
as you're his friend?"  Ben nodded, with a gleam in his eye.  "OK, so I
gotta do what my boy wants."  He turned and smiled at Ben.  "Do you want a
little adventure, kiddo?"

"Yes please, sir.  I want that a lot."

"OK.  But, but there's something real important ... you gotta trust me
completely.  Now if ever a stranger tells you to trust him, don't!  Ever."
Ben grinned, "Oh, I know that sir.  Randy tells me that all the time.  And
I learned it the hard way hitchhiking ... had to slug a few of the guys who
picked me up.  But, sir, I do trust you.  You're so good to Eddie I know
you would never do anything bad."

"Yeah," Hassan smiled, "plus you're Randy's kid brother and if I let
anything happen to you he'd come down on me like a raging bull.  So, good,
that's settled and we can have some fun."  He stared at the muscular young
boy with the wild dark looks of a gypsy.  "Hmm, the gypsy boy, eh?  Always
been one of my fantasies.  I'm gonna take you on a little trip, boy."

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

Ben hadn't realized that Hassan's `little trip' was meant literally.  The
Marine led him out of the house into the bright moonlight and the warm
Santa Ana breeze and in a few minutes Ben found himself with Hassan in his
jeep, driving along the crest of the Hollywood Hills on the winding
Mulholland Drive.  They didn't speak and Ben knew from Eddie that Hassan
usually fell silent when he was he was planning something hot.  Shit, just
sitting next to the gorgeous soldier, their arms touching on the armrest,
was already giving Ben a boner in his shorts.

They had been driving for a while when Hassan veered off down a quiet
narrow road where the terrain was heavily wooded, with no houses.  He
turned off again along a dirt track and they bumped along until the track
petered out in dense trees.  Hassan said, "This is where the local Marines
come for training sometimes – it's real remote.  I know my way around
here but a man could get lost in these woods.  A boy definitely could.
That sent a shiver down Ben's spine.

OK, Ben," Hassan said with a half smile. "You wanted a fantasy like
Eddie's, so here goes. Get out of the jeep."

Ben's heart was thumping in his chest as he stumbled out of the jeep and
stood under Hassan's piercing gaze.  "OK, strip."  The command surprised
Ben but he quickly obeyed, pulling off his T-shirt, shorts and briefs and
tossing them in the jeep.  He bent to untie his sneakers but Hassan
ordered, "No – leave them on.  You're gonna need them.  Now, it's a full
moon tonight and a stiff Santa Ana breeze, which is all to the good.  So
take off through the trees, boy, and I'll follow."

Ben gazed at Hassan and realized why he had insisted that he trust him.
His resolve flickered, but he did trust the dominant Marine so he obeyed,
plunging through the trees and into the woods.  Hassan smile and reached
into the jeep behind the seats.  Before leaving work earlier he had change
out his Marine uniform and stuffed it into the jeep.  And that's what he
pulled out now – his military combat gear.  He smiled to himself as he
pictured the naked gypsy boy struggling through the woods.

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

And struggling he was.  The trees were dense , the undergrowth thick, but
as he stumbled forward he got the hang of it, sometimes swinging from low
branches over the brush, feeling a bit like Tarzan's boy swinging naked
through the trees.  It was an enchanted world with shafts of moonlight
streaming through the canopy of trees, and the Santa Ana winds shaking the
leaves as gusts whistled through them.

When his muscles began to ache Ben stopped for a breather and listened.
But the only noise was the wind and muted sounds of animals scratching
around somewhere in the forest.  But there was no sound of Hassan following
him and he suddenly felt very alone.  A sudden strong gust of wind blew a
branch across his face and it spooked him.  A frisson of panic ran through
him and his instinct was to get back to the jeep.

He turned round and was confronted by a wall of leaves and tangled
branches.  Which way had he come?  No way of knowing.  "A boy could get
lost in these woods."  Hassan had been right – Ben was lost and again he
felt panic.  He stumbled through the trees, looking for something, anything
that he recognized, but it all looked the same.

With increasing anxiety he picked up the pace, staggering forward, and saw
in the distance a spot where the moon was brighter, the forest less dense,
so he made for that.  It must be a clearing, he thought, but just as he
reached it his foot caught on a fallen branch, he stumbled and fell on his
face on patchy grass.  One of his sneakers had come loose so he knelt on
one knee to tie it tighter.  As he focused on the shoe something – a
sound – made him raise his head and he saw, a few yards away, heavy
brown combat boots.

Slowly he raised his eyes and saw camouflage fatigues tucked into the
boots.  There was a wide belt at the waist, an olive green tank stretched
over a powerful chest, with a sleeveless combat shirt hanging loose over it
showing off muscular shoulders and arms.  Ben gasped as he finally looked
at the face – a rugged, squared-jawed face, the eyes hidden behind
mirror sunglasses and a khaki cap pulled down over the high forehead.

Ben's panicky first impulse was to run.  He turned but stumbled again and
fell into the brush on his back, staring up at the formidable soldier, arms
crossed over his massive chest.  The voice was stern and deep.  "What the
fuck are you doing here, boy?  This land is private – property of the
U.S. Marines – off-limits to civilians.  What's a naked young gypsy boy
doing here.  You living in the woods?  You spying on the military?  Talk,
boy!"

Ben gulped, "Sir, I ... I ..."  but words failed him and he lapsed into
silence.  Every fiber of his body was tense with nervous anticipation.
Deep down at an almost subconscious level he felt relief, knowing it was
Hassan, but in the shock of the moment his wildest fantasy kicked in.  He
was naked, lost in the woods, had stumbled into a clearing and was now at
the mercy of this intimidating Marine.  But even his fear did not prevent
the tingling sensation in his cock.

In the silence Hassan gazed down at the swarthy young boy with the
beautiful gypsy face, long black hair hanging over his brow, his pale blue
eyes shaded by thick black eyebrows, his strong jaw dark with stubble.  His
body was stunning – youthful, perfectly formed muscles as he crouched
before him, a long, uncut cock hanging from a dark mass of wiry black pubic
hair.

"Come closer, boy," the Marine said.  Ben had recovered from his first
shock and now there was a streak of insolence in his eyes as he stared at
the soldier.  "I said, come here, punk!"  the soldier barked.  The naked
young gypsy fell on all fours and crawled forward until he was kneeling at
the soldier's feet.  He felt a hand grab his hair, pull his face up and he
found himself staring up at the exotic slanted brown eyes of the Marine who
had taken off his glasses and cap and tossed them on the ground.

"Now, are you gonna talk, boy, or do I have to make you?"  Ben clenched his
jaw in silence.  "Right, that's how it's gonna be.  The soldier walked
behind him and pulled his arms behind him.  Ben struggled but it was
useless and only made the soldier angrier.  "Fuck you, boy," he yelled,
pulling a rope from his pocket and securing the gypsy boy's wrists behind
his back.  He walked away to the edge of the clearing, took off his shirt
and leaned against a low branch, stretching his arms sideway along it.

The young gypsy on his knees inhaled sharply as he saw the outlines of the
Marine's muscular torso under the tight tank, saw his shoulders and biceps
flex and fists clench.  He saw the black hair under his armpits and could
almost smell the sweat dripping from them.  But what he focused on most was
the huge bulge at the crotch of his fatigues.

His deep voice resonated across the clearing.  "You think you're tough,
boy, but you should know that I can make a punk like you talk in seconds.
In the Arabian Desert it was my job to torture enemy soldiers until I broke
them.  And I always broke them.  So you will talk, boy, but I'm gonna enjoy
working you over first.  You may be a gypsy, but you're a damn hot young
buck – that face, that mouth, your muscular body.  In the Marine Corps I
don't get my rocks off as often as I need and I get plenty horny – build
up a head of steam – like now."

"Sir," the boy said defiantly, "I don't have sex with men."

The soldier strode across the clearing and slapped his hand across the
gypsy's face, but so lightly that it merely stung.  "Listen, punk.  I call
the shots here and you'll do what I tell you, is that clear?"  Shocked into
submission Ben shouted in Marine style, "Sir, yes sir."

The soldier grabbed his hair again and pulled his face hard onto the bulge
at his crotch.  Ben's open mouth was forced onto the rough fabric of the
fatigues and he felt the rigid length of the man's cock underneath, smelled
the faint odor of piss, cum and sweat through the greasy pants and even
tasted the wet spots where pre-cum was already oozing through.

"You know what I need, boy.  So, you've never sucked dick before eh?  Well
that stiff pole of yours tells another story – and I'm horny as hell."
Ben's cock was standing straight out from his tangle of pubic hair.  His
hands still tied behind him, he leaned his head forward and his tongue
found the tag of the pants' zipper.  He clenched it in his teeth and slowly
jerked it down.

The pants fell open to reveal a khaki jockstrap underneath.  Ben pressed
his open mouth over it and tasted the even stronger essence of the
soldier's pungent juices.  He sucked hard, felt the cock swell and saw the
head push up over the jock's waistband.  He bit into the sweaty cloth and
pulled the jock down over the cock, over the balls.  Intoxicated now he
buried his face in the pubic hair, sucking in the rancid taste, then licked
the swinging balls.

"My cock, boy," the Marine growled.  "Suck my fucking prick."  He grabbed
the boy's hair and pulled the head back, the huge cock pointing straight at
it.  Then he yanked his face forward, slamming his cock straight down the
boy's throat.  Ben choked, breathing desperately though his nose as the
cock pulled back and slammed in again.  Instinctively he pulled against the
ropes binding his wrists, frantically wanting to push against the hips
pounding him, but he knew he was at the mercy of the powerful Marine.

Contrary to the fantasy lie he had told the soldier just now, Ben had
become a great cocksucker, coached by his pal Eddie, the expert.  And now
he put all his skills to the test as he sucked hard on the piston driving
down his throat.  "Shit, boy," the soldier yelled, "that's fucking awesome
– your mouth's like a furnace.  "Eat that soldier's stinking meat,
punk."  He put his big hands behind Ben's head and forced his mouth again
and again down the length of his pole.

In a euphoric daze Ben thought he would suffocate, but he remembered
Eddie's lesson and in one last desperate move he clenched his throat
muscles round the cock, trapping it deep in the cauldron of his throat.  He
felt it shudder as the Marine howled, "Aaagh, you fucking little prick,"
and his cock erupted in blasts of semen that poured down into Ben's gut.
Ben's own cock opened up and shot hot juice down over the soldier's boots.

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

When the boy had sucked the cock almost dry the soldier suddenly pulled out
his cock and shot one last jet of cum into the boy's face.  "Look what you
did to my boots, punk.  Clean `em up!" Ben leaned down and licked the
combat boots, sucking up his own jism until they were clean.  Then the
Marine paced round the clearing as he stuffed his cock back in his jock and
zipped up his pants.  He stopped and looked down at the gypsy boy on his
knees, wrists bound behind him, tears, sweat and jism running down his
dark, handsome face, semen oozing from his sagging mouth and running down
his chin.

"Shit," the Marine groaned, "you are one hot mother-fucker, boy.  Hell, I
can feel my cock getting hard again just looking at you."  He went back to
the branch at the edge of the clearing, leaned against it and pulled off
his tank.  "Aaah!" Ben let out a gasp at the sight of the rugged Marine,
stripped to the waist, the sculpted muscles of his torso gleaming in the
moonlight.

The soldier smirked, "You think that's hot, eh, you straight little gypsy
boy?  Happened a lot when I worked in interrogation.  Some of the captured
soldiers fell in love with me even as I tortured their asses.  Whenever I
had a young soldier in chains, you know how I finally broke him?  I fucked
his ass, that's how.  Even thinking about some of those fine asses makes my
dick hard."  He ripped open his pants again and pulled his dick out of his
jock.  "See?"  His cock was hard as steel and he stroked it.

"There was an American soldier, blond, the most beautiful man I had ever
seen – a Greek God – and he fell in love with me – lust, anyway –
as he hung in chains and I tortured his gorgeous body.  I planned to take
him to my house in the desert, chain him up and keep him as my sex slave.
But he overpowered me and escaped.  But you're a hot young stud, so maybe
I'll do that to you – chain you up in my basement and fuck your face,
then your ass, every time I get horny – which is most of the time.  Show
me your ass."

Ben turned round and flexed the mounds of his perfect ass.  "The Marine ran
his hands through his hair, "Oh, man, that is perfect.  I want that ass."
He walked over to Ben, untied his wrists and barked, "Assume the position,
boy."  Ben bent double and held onto his ankles.  "Shit damn!"  The Marine
grabbed Ben's hips, leaned down and pushed his tongue into the crack of his
ass.  The boy groaned with pleasure, especially when he felt wet fingers
ease into his ass and massage the warm membrane inside.

They withdrew and then ... nothing – just the hands still gripping his
hips.  Then suddenly, "Aaaagh!"  Ben's scream echoed through the woods as
he felt the Marine's long, wet shaft slam into him.  He would have fallen
forward but the soldier held his body firmly in place as he hammered his
captive ass.  The bolt of pain that shot through him was quickly replaced
by the euphoria of the moment – the shirtless Marine pile-driving the
ass of the naked young gypsy boy standing bent double in the middle of the
forest under the silver light of the full moon, the hot winds whining
through the trees and around their bodies.

Suddenly the soldier jerked his knees behind Ben's legs making him fall to
his knees then onto his stomach, with the soldier on top of him, still
fucking his ass with no break in the rhythm.  The Marine leaned forward,
pinned the boy's arms to the ground and growled in his ear, "I'm gonna ream
your ass until I hear you submit, boy.  I can always break a man this way
and I'll break you.  Like this ..."  He increased the speed and intensity
of the fuck, slamming his long shaft again and again deep into the boy's
ass.

Ben tried to hold out, tried to defy him, but the pain was becoming intense
and he knew he couldn't win.  "OK, sir," he yelled.  "I can't take that
huge cock anymore sir.  I give up ... I submit to you, sir.  I'll be your
sex slave sir.  Please, sir ... I surrender...!!"  The savage fuck stopped,
Ben felt himself being flipped over and he was gazing up into the exotic,
slanted brown eyes staring down at him, black hair falling over them, sweat
dripping down onto Ben's face.

"Shit, you are one wild young gypsy stud, boy.  I'm gonna shoot my load in
you but you're not gonna cum – that's an order."  Ben gasped, "No, sir,
I won't cum.  Thank you sir ... Thank you.  Please let me feel your juice
in my ass."

It took only seconds.  The Marine's ferocity was gone, replaced by a benign
strength as his cock moved gently inside the boy's ass just a few times
before it shuddered and shot hot semen deep inside him.  Ben had promised
not to cum but it took every ounce of control not t, as he felt the
Marine's man-juice pouring inside him.  Hassan knew the struggle the boy
was having so he suddenly pulled out and astonished Ben by rolling on his
back on the ground.

Hassan pulled his pants and jock down to his knees and said, "That soldier
I wanted to kidnap and chain in my house overpowered me like I said.  But
before he left, he pinned me to the ground and got his revenge.  He fucked
my ass ... and that's when I fell in love with him."  His eyes filled with
tears.  "Fuck me, Ben.  Let me see that beautiful gypsy boy fuck the ass of
the hot stud Marine.

The words alone almost made Ben lose his load.  In a daze he climbed on top
of the soldier, grabbed his boots and pushed his legs up high.  He spat on
his cock that was oozing pre-cum, pressed it against the soldier's hole,
then sighed as he eased it into his warm ass, watching the handsome face
twist from side to side in ecstasy.  "Man, that feels so good," Hassan
moaned.  "You're such a beautiful boy, Ben.  Fuck me ... fuck that big
Marine ... fuck his ass, boy."

And so he did, slowly, gently, watching the solider writhe in ecstasy under
him.  There was a sudden gust of wind and Ben felt he was floating in
another world, a secret world where the naked gypsy boy got lost in the
forest, was captured by a gorgeous Marine, and ended up fucking the
soldier's ass.  Ben smiled at Hassan and said, "Thank you, sir.  I love
you, sir.  Permission to cum in your ass, sir?"

"Permission granted, boy" Hassan grinned.  He pulled Ben on top of him,
kissed his eyes then his mouth as he felt the boy tense, heard him sigh as
his warm juice flowed into his ass. The hot wind whirled over them as their
heartbeats subsided and Hassan gazed into Ben's moonlit face.

"We'll stay here for a while before we go back to Steve's house," Hassan
said.  Then his face broke into a grin. "Or maybe I really will take you to
my house in the desert and keep you there as my sex slave."

Ben laughed.  "I don't think Jason would approve of that, sir."

"Nah, neither would Eddie," Hassan said.  "Like you said, he's crazy in
love with me ... and I'm crazy in love with him."

"Glad to hear it, sir.  Eddie's my friend."

Hassan wrapped his arms round Ben and they clung together in silence,
listening to the wind winding through the trees and the sounds of animals
hidden in the dense forest.  They could almost imagine pairs of eyes
shining in the brush, gazing in awe at the soldier and the gypsy.

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The following morning in Steve's house everyone, naturally, slept in late.
When they finally emerged into the sunlight they blinked in surprise.  A
long table was set up by the pool at the edge of the deck, elaborately set
for breakfast, and smells of cooking and coffee wafted from the house.  Bob
had brought the twins up to the house on a hunch that all the guys would
sleep late and need a good breakfast when they finally woke.  He had helped
the twins prepare it.

"Shit, man," Steve laughed, hugging Bob, "what are you, the genie from the
lamp?  All I have to do is rub the lamp and you rise up from it."

"Not the lamp, buddy.  Have to rub something else to make me rise up," Bob
said, pressing his crotch against Steve's.

The boys were happily reunited with their real masters and pressed close to
them at the table.  Steve was gratified to see man and boy gaze lovingly at
each other with renewed affection ... his plan had worked.  "Chalk another
one up to the sexy shrink," Bob grinned.

After the meal the boys gathered in a tight group, everyone talking at once
about their adventures of the night before.  The twins came over to Lloyd.
"Sir, you think we could borrow your camera?  Darius will never forgive us
if we don't get this on video."  Lloyd fetched his camera from the basement
and gave it to the boys, along with a disk.  "Here's a copy of a video
Jason and I shot last night."  He winked.  "Think you might enjoy it."

A few minutes later the boys were taking turns telling their stories under
the unflinching gaze of the camera lens.  At the table the men watched in
amusement, chatting with each other casually but subtlely making sure their
boys had been well treated by their one-night master and had a good time.
"Seems like you worked you magic again, Doctor Steve," Bob said.  Steve
gave a satisfied smile.  "Yeah, seems to have worked well.  If nothing else
you guys sure got to know the other men's boys a lot better."

"That young Eddie's a real champ," said Adam.  "You're a lucky bloke,
Hassan.  But one thing Eddie said surprised me ... claims he's never ridden
in an airplane."

"Yeah, that limited life of his has been bothering me too," said Hassan.
"Seems he's never quite shaken off the role of shy bar-back.  I gotta
broaden his horizons."

"Same goes for Ben," Jason said.  "Never been in a plane.  Even when he
left that hard-scrabble life in Texas, he hitched and walked all the way up
here to L.A.  You know what they say – you can take the boy out of the
gypsies but you can't take the gypsy out of the boy.  Not that I'd want to,
but all the same I'd like to give him a glimpse of the finer things of
life."

"You know," Bob said, "Randy was once concerned that Pablo was becoming not
much more than a grease monkey, with his love of cars and all.  He asked me
to clean him up, fly him up to San Francisco, stay in a fancy hotel a
couple of days... show him there's more to life than leaning under the hood
of a greasy old truck."

"You've got a plan," grinned Lloyd.

"Well, I was thinking.  Hassan, Jason, maybe we should do the same for your
boys – help them spread their wings.  Ben and Eddie are good buddies,
after all.  They'd have fun."

Jason was enthusiastic and Hassan smiled, "You're just like Steve, Bob –
you always have a plan.  But if it's even half as successful as Steve's, I
say let's go for it."

Over in the group of boys Eddie and Ben were talking animatedly to each
other, unaware of what was in store for them.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 208

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