Date: Wed, 12 Dec 2018 08:18:10 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 444  by Rob Williams

TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 444
By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 444 – "MIKE AND LARRY KICK ASS"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The gathering of the tribe is kicked into high gear by the arrival of the
sexy older guy Mike and his boy Larry.  The mechanics Larry and Pablo work
on Larry's motorbike, but the young rookie mechanic Ben jerks off watching
them and finds himself tied down to the bike. Then Mike sees boss Randy
fucking another guy, an insult to Bob. Mike gives the macho gypsy a tongue
lashing and ass pounding while the tribe watches.
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************ In the previous chapter ***************

The two handsome lovers Mario and Grady were throwing one of their weekend
parties for the tribe at the Grady House. Mario encouraged these regular
gatherings primarily for Grady's sake.

As the well-known star of the hit big-screen Tarzan movies Grady was a high
profile celebrity in public, recognized and adored wherever he went.  He
was catnip for the paparazzi, all of which he found exhausting.  His oasis
was the Grady House, his large estate in the Hollywood Hills with heavy
security.  There he could be his happy-go-lucky self with the guys he loved
most – the men and boys of the tribe.  He could kick back with them as
`just one of the guys.'

Mario recognized the stress of Grady's job and took every opportunity to
help him relax and enjoy life, restricted as it was by his public
celebrity.  Mario was especially concerned about Grady's privacy, which
accounted for the heavy security around the house and grounds.

His privacy was assured among the tribe, an insular tight-knit group that
never breathed a word about Grady outside. One loose word in public could
do major damage.  All the men and boys had long ago got over Grady's
stardom and treated him as a regular guy, albeit a stunningly handsome one.
And the tribe's boss Randy had dictated an iron-clad rule – what happens
in the tribe stays in the tribe.

This gathering was to include the newest member of the tribe.  Seth was a
brawny, sexy construction worker with a wild, some would say primitive,
look – just the type Grady loved to be dominated by.  During a casual
conversation the handsome Italian Mario had subtlely screened Seth, making
sure he would have the same discretion as the other men.

All was well and Mario said to the tribe's other leader, Bob, "Amico, I
hope you will bring your new friend Seth up to the Grady House for our
party this weekend."  Mario smiled mischievously as he looked Seth up and
down.  "I think Grady would love to meet him.  You see, Seth, Grady doesn't
socialize much and finds all his, er, entertainment within the tribe.

When Grady finally saw Seth it was as Mario had predicted.  "Who the fuck
is that hunk with Randy and Bob?" he asked Mario, slack jawed.  He was soon
to find out.  And best of all, Seth never went to the movies so he was
unaware Grady was a star.  "And he doesn't know who I am!" Grady enthused
later to the guys.  "You don't know how good that makes me feel.  If he
likes me it will be for who I am, not because I'm some bullshit movie
star."

And Seth sure liked him.  When they later met, all alone in a distant part
of the grounds, the sight of the stunning Grady brought out all Seth's
caveman instincts.  He tied Grady on the ground between two trees and
savagely fucked him.  When Grady shot his load Seth eased up and made love
to him until Grady came again when Seth's juice pumped inside him.

When they finally made their way back to the group they caused quite a
stir.  Lunch was starting to appear, an elaborate operation with everyone
taking seats at the long table by the pool – fifteen on each side.  Seth
and Grady appeared from the garden to rapturous cheers and whistles from
the crowd.  Grady was barefoot in board shorts, his tank top hanging loose
round his neck.  Seth was shirtless in jeans holding his shirt flung over
his shoulder.

It was obvious what they had been doing as everyone knew Grady's voracious
sexual appetite, especially for a hunk like Seth.  Grady beamed
triumphantly, Seth grinned smugly, and they took their places at table –
Seth beside Randy, Grady beside Mario of course.

Mario kissed him and said softly, "Happy now, amore?  You still love me?"

"Man, that guy is something else – sexy as hell.  But of course I still
love you, Mario, more than ever.  I wanna thank you for setting that up
– just what I needed.  I owe you one, amico."

"... or two or three.  I'll take my payment when we're in bed tonight,
amico."

"Or even earlier," Grady grinned roguishly.

"You are impossibile, mi amore.  Completely insatiable."

*********************** CHAPTER 444 ************************

The Arrival of Uncle Mike & Larry

The natural excitement round the lunch table was increased by the knowledge
that their host, the handsome jock Grady, had just got exactly what he
wanted from the rugged Seth – a ferocious two-orgasm fuck.

Grady loved it when Mario set up these sexual diversions for him with guys
like Seth, but always his love and loyalty were with his handsome Italian
lover.  Now he turned his attention to thanking the boys who had cooked and
served this feast for all the members of the tribe.

The boys were free to join the men at table once the main course had been
served, but first they lined up in a row for the ritual roar of thanks to
them. They all wore white chef's hats and aprons in the color of their
house – Danny and Brian in the Grady House burgundy; Tommy in the blue
of Steve's house; Will, Brandon and the twins in the dark green of the
tribe's main house

Grady jumped to his feet and shouted, "Guys, guys, I want you to join me in
thanking these beautiful guys for cooking this great meal and setting the
whole thing up.  They were slaving away while the rest of us were relaxing,
having fun ..."

"... getting fucked," Randy bellowed with a giant grin.

"... yeah, that too Randy, I'm happy to say," Grady laughed.  "So
gentlemen, please raise you glasses to ... The Boys!"

The boys responded in the time honored way – waving their hats in the
air with a flourish then sweeping them down in a low, dramatic bow while
Brandon and Brian did head-spinning wheelies in their wheelchairs.  As the
cheers subsided the boys finally took their places at table.

The noise level abated as the guys settled down to eat and chat but there
was plenty of laughter as the wine flowed.  They were still on the main
course when Brian's phone rang and he said, "That must me Uncle Mike and
Larry.  Hello, sir ... I'll open the gate.  He pressed a number on his
phone, the gates swung open and a motorcycle roared in with two leather
clad riders.

Mike and Larry took off their helmets and pumped their fists in the air,
the throbbing sound of the bike competing with the raucous cheers of
welcome

Brian wheeled up to them and said, "Hello Uncle Mike, and Larry.  Follow me
round to the garage and then I'll take you up to your room so you can get
out of that gear.  You are staying the night, aren't you?"

Mike was older than the other guys, in his late fifties, which partly
explained the `Uncle Mike' name.  But he actually was Brian's real uncle.
When Brian had been living a forlorn, lonely wheelchair life in a desert
trailer park Mike had tried everything to help him come out of his
defeatist shell.  It was not until Brandon, also in a wheelchair, urged him
to join the land of the living that Brian finally came to town and ended up
here as Grady's boy.  Grady loved his simplicity and directness so Brian
and the movie star became best pals.

Mike and his boy Larry were very popular with the tribe.  Mike owned a
leather bar in Palm Springs.  Approaching his sixties he was still in great
shape, a gym regular for many years.  With his gray hair and stubbled chin
he was a great catch for guys who prefer older men – like his boy Larry
who was crazy about him.

Larry used to be a wild, scruffy guy from a broken home and that old
bad-boy reputation still clung to him.  But when Mike took him under his
wing he became the hot, well-built young stud he was now, a motor cycle
enthusiast with his own bike repair shop.  It was one of Mike's bikes that
they road from the desert.

When they came out of the house, both casually dressed in jeans, Randy got
up and hugged Mike.  There was a special relationship between the gypsy
boss of the tribe and Mike.  Mike was the only man to call Randy `boy' and
never let him get away with bad behavior, or `your bullshit' as he called
it.  If anything Randy was a bit intimidated by the older man's authority.

"Great to see you Mike," Randy said.

"You been behaving yourself, boy?  Not pulling any more of your stunts?
Ah, don't answer that.  News of this crowd travels fast to the desert so we
heard all about you shacking up with Miguel for three days, then launching
into that fuck-fest with Seth.  You should try keeping it in your pants,
boy.  Bob is a saint for putting up with all that – as the Bard says,
`Patience on a monument smiling at grief'.  Good thing he's tougher than
you are."

Mike's Shakespeare reference was lost on Randy who grinned cheekily, "And
here endeth the first lesson.  Is that it for the tongue lashing, Mike?"

"Fuck you, boy," Mike smiled.  Bob came up and hugged Mike.  "You been
keeping him in line, Bob?  Have you tamed him yet?"

"Not a chance, Mike.  That ship has sailed – a long time ago.  Oh I have
had to teach him a lesson or two but it's hard to keep a wild dog on a
leash.  Still a work in progress."

The light-hearted ribbing continued, and meanwhile Mike's boy Larry was
saying hi to Jamie and Pablo.  Larry and Jamie went back a long way.  They
had crashed the tribe years ago as two wild skinheads, but over time Jamie
had fallen in love with the cop Mark.  And Larry, who preferred older men,
was now the devoted lover of Mike.

Pablo, Randy's adopted son, was the chief mechanic on the construction site
and also maintained the many trucks, motorcycles and other vehicle
belonging to the men.  He said to Larry, "That was a helluva machine you
and Mike just rode in, dude."

"Yeah, a big old Harley I came across in my work and restored it for Mike.
But I still can't get it quite right – the acceleration's not there.
Maybe you and me could take a look at it."

"Sure, be glad to.  Matter of fact I have to check out Danny's truck –
been stalling a lot.  We can work on them after we're done eating.  We'll
bring young Ben in too.  He's my assistant mechanic – as well as Randy's
kid brother – and he's coming along fast.  He'll enjoy working with a
stud like you.

At that moment young Ben was deep in conversation with Will.  The two
junior boys were best buddies and they were catching up as they had not
seen each other in a while.  Ben listened wide eyed to the exploits of Will
and his dad Seth He had heard a lot of it on the grapevine but getting all
the sexy details from Will himself was like getting it in Technicolor.

Will turned the subject to Ben.  "How's it going with that hunky fireman of
yours, dude?"  Jason and his boy Ben had been the first guys Will ever had
sex with when he learned to suck cock.

"Great.  Dude, I love watching him work out in the outdoor gym at our place
– and he loves me watching him.  We both know that when he's finished
he's gonna throw me on the grass and plough my ass."

"How about work with Pablo?" Will asked.  "That guy is so hot. When I saw
him at the construction site working on a truck, no shirt, black jeans and
boots and striped with grease he made my dick roaring hard."

Ben grinned.  "Has the same effect on me, bro.  Sometimes watching him work
I just gotta blow my wad so I tell him I'm gonna take a leak, but I go
behind the fence and jerk off watching him.  Couple a' times he's caught me
looking at him and he's fucked my ass.  He called it punishment but I think
he liked it as much as I did."

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

Mechanics At Work

These gatherings at the Grady House were not all play and no work.  Being
all together gave some of the men an opportunity do various chores in small
groups.  Randy, Mark and Zack walked the perimeter of the grounds checking
the security, making sure there were no gaps in the fences or hedges and
making sure the security cameras were properly aligned.

Bob, Mario and Grady got together in the upstairs office with Danny, Jamie,
Brian and Brandon in a financial meeting, checking on expenses and revising
the house budgets.

Meanwhile Pablo said to Ben, "Hey, kid, me and Larry are gonna work on
Mike's motorcycle and Danny's truck round back.  You wanna come give us a
hand?  Might learn something."

"Sure, sir," Ben said eagerly, casting a quick roguish grin at Will who
gave him a surreptitious thumbs up.  Of course Ben wanted to learn more,
but his main aim was to spend time working with Pablo and the hunk from the
desert, Larry.  He spent most of his working hours with Pablo of course,
but had not spent much time with Larry.  He admired him, though, and looked
up to him as Mike's boy and Jamie's old buddy.  Ben was shy around him,
partly because of his bad-boy reputation, but mostly because he was such a
macho jock and made Ben's dick hard.

When the meal was over and the guys split up into casual groups Larry said,
"Hey, Ben.  You and me never really got to know each did we?  Too many men,
so little time, eh?  But I've always thought you looked real sexy. Damn
you're just like a junior version of your big brother Randy with that wild
young gypsy look you got going – same shaggy black hair, same blue eyes.
So now maybe we'll get better acquainted working together with Pablo."

"Yes, sir," was all Ben could think of to say as Larry threw his arm over
his shoulder and Pablo took them round to the garages in back of the house.
One garage was used as a workshop and that's where Larry had parked his
bike, alongside Danny's truck that was in for service.

OK, guys," Pablo said, pulling off his T-shirt.  "Let's take a look at the
truck first `cos I think the problem is fairly minor.  Larry pulled off his
shirt too and Ben instinctively put his hand over the increasing bulge in
his pants as he stared at the two muscular shirtless mechanics – the
macho mestizo Pablo in beltless black jeans and Larry in blue jeans and
boots.  The tattoos on his shoulder and one of his pecs reinforced his
bad-boy look for Ben who copied the senor boys and shyly pulled off his own
shirt.

Larry whistled.  "Damn that's some fucking bod you got on you kid –
ripped, fat free.  Your brother must be putting you through your paces in
the gym, eh?"

"OK, guys," Pablo grinned, "the muscle-worship can wait a while. Let's get
to work Danny says the truck stalls when it's idling so I'll start it up
and we'll let Ben take a look under the hood, see if he can work out the
problem."  Pablo popped the hood and turned the ignition.  Larry propped
the hood open and said, "OK, Ben, listen to the sound then take a look."

Ben bent low under the hood and Larry stood behind him and pressed against
him, looking over his shoulder.  "So what d'ya think kid?"

"Sounds like the idle speed is too low," Ben said tentatively, feeling the
bulge in the mechanic's jeans press against his ass.

"Good call, kid.  And what about this?"  Larry leaned over him and pointed
to the far side of the engine.

"Maybe a good idea to change the air filter while we're at it, don't you
think, sir?"  Ben turned his head round to look at Larry and found his face
buried in his armpit as Larry reached over him.  He gasped and inhaled the
pungent smell of Larry's sweaty pit.

He choked a bit and Larry grinned, "Sorry, kid.  Didn't mean to bury your
face in my stinking pit, but you'll survive."  But Ben was not sure if his
cock would as it strained in his jeans.

Ben adjusted the idle speed and Pablo said, "Good job, Ben.  I thought it
was something simple.  Next week I'll have you grab a filter from our store
and bring it up here.  OK, now for this big ol' hog of yours, Larry.  Let's
get down and dirty with the son of a bitch."

They spent the next half hour on their knees, shoulder to shoulder, Ben
sandwiched between to two increasingly greasy mechanics.  Periodically
Pablo or Larry would get astride the bike and kick the engine into life,
revving the throttle.  Ben stayed on his knees to watch the engine, his
face close to the mechanic's boot.  By now his lust was building,
adrenaline racing, and he just managed to stop himself from licking the
boot.

When they were all huddled together on their knees Pablo showed Ben what he
thought the problem was.  Pablo's greasy face pressed against Ben on one
side, while on the other Larry reached up to adjust a throttle cable and
brushed Ben's face with his sweaty, oil-streaked chest.

The smell of motor oil and the touch of the mechanics' flesh overpowered
the young gypsy and he winced, trying to hold back from creaming his jeans.
Breathing heavily he mumbled, "Sir, I need to take a leak.  OK if I go to
the john?"

"Sure, kid, but don't take too long.  I want you to see how we fix this
thing."

Ben pulled himself to his feet and walked away, careful not to let his
jeans rub hard against his crotch and make him cum.  There was a small
restroom outside attached to the garages but that's not where Ben headed.
As he went out the garage door he turned round and pulled it almost closed,
leaving a crack he could see through, with a good view of the two
bare-chested mechanics working together on the bike.

Panting hard Ben unbuttoned his pants and yanked out his cock that was
already dripping pre-cum.  He curled his hand round it and stroked gently.
He could have cum right away but he wanted it to last as he gazed at the
two macho jock mechanics working together on their knees.  Their bodies
slid against each other, lubricated by sweat as they reached across each
other.  Their muscles flexed as they strained to tug at obstinate
components, wielded wrenches and worked to rebuild the engine.

Ben gasped when Larry lay on his back and reached up to hold a part while
Pablo knelt astride him and tried to screw it in, the bulge in his jeans
pressing against Larry's face.  "Nah, can't get it," Pablo grunted.  "I
need you to reach up and pull on this belt, Larry.  Better if you sit up
– it'll give you more purchase."

Larry pulled himself up to a sitting position, his arms stretched up behind
him while Pablo bent forward on his knees, their faces almost touching.  He
groaned "son of a bitch" as he worked the wrench, their bodies churning
against each other, muscles rippling under the overhead lights.

Finally, "Yeah, got it!  Mother fucker put up a fight though.  Thanks,
Larry.  Couldn't have done it without you, stud."  They smiled at each
other, lips almost touching ... and they kissed.

That was the breaking point for Ben.  He stared at the brawny mechanics
grinding their mouths against each other – a pornographic sight,
straight out of Ben's sexual fantasies.  He pounded his cock in his fist
and stifled a moan as his body shook and jizz spurted out and splashed over
the garage door.

Then suddenly, from behind him – "What the fuck you doin', kid?"

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

The Mechanic Is Busted

Ben whirled round to face Randy, Mark and Zack, who had just finished their
security tour of the property.  He blushed scarlet, his dripping cock still
hanging out of his jeans.

Randy looked down at his shamefaced kid brother and had difficulty stifling
a laugh.  Instead he put on a stern voice.  "Thought you were working on
the bike, kid.  Where's Pablo and Larry?"

"Inside, sir," Ben said sheepishly.

Randy turned and winked to the other two.  "We gotta get to the bottom of
this, guys."  Zack pulled the door open and they went in, Randy pushing is
little brother in before him.  Pablo and Larry were casually sitting
sideways on the bike shoulder to shoulder.

Pablo feigned surprise.  "What the fuck ...?  What you got there, sir?"

"Oh, just some young peeping tom jerking off watching you guys through a
crack in the door."

"What?  He said he was just going to pee."

"Well it sure wasn't piss spurting out of his cock.  It was jism, and it's
now running down the door outside.  Dunno what Mario's gonna say when he
sees that."

Randy and Pablo were playing with Ben of course.  Deep down Ben suspected
that, but it did not lessen the mortification he felt at being caught red
handed jerking off spying on the two hot mechanics.  He didn't say a word,
shuffling from foot to foot in embarrassment.

"Tell you the truth, sir," Pablo said, "this ain't the first time I've
caught him rubbing one out watching me work."

"Damn, ain't you got no discipline over your crew, son?  Jacking off on the
worksite?  Who ever heard of a crazy thing like that?"  (Actually everyone
had, especially Randy – who had jerked off looking out of his trailer
office at Pablo bending over a truck.)  "How about you Zack?  What would
you do to a guy you caught doing that?"

"Huh, the guy's ass would be grass.  I'd take him to that empty warehouse
and fuck him good."

"What about you officer?  What would a cop do?"

"Damn," Mark said, "I see a young guy flashing his dick in the street I'd
arrest him, throw him in jail and my buddies would take it in turn pounding
his ass.  Give the kid something to jerk off to."

"So how about it Pablo?" Randy said.  "You gonna exert a little discipline
here?"

"Damn straight I am, sir, me and my pal Larry here.  You can leave it to
us, sir."

Randy looked down at Ben.  "How's that sound boy?  Look at these two tough
mechanics here.  You think you're ready to pay for what you did?"

Ben nodded contritely but he could see the twinkle behind Randy's stern
gaze and he knew his big brother would never let anyone hurt him.  He would
never let anyone make him do anything he didn't want.  And besides, looking
now at the two muscle-jock mechanics, he did want to be disciplined, even
though he felt just a bit scared at being alone at their mercy.

"OK, that's it then guys," Randy grinned at Mark and Zack.  "As you cops
say, Mark, `Move along now ... nothing to see here'."  He smiled down at
his kid brother.  "Er, I would put your dick back in your pants, kid –
it's getting hard again."  He smiled and ruffled his hair.

As the men left Ben knew that he had been forgiven by the brother he
idolized.  Better than that, Randy had made it clear there was nothing to
forgive.

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

The Rookie Mechanic's Penance

Ben shoved his cock clumsily in his pants and buttoned up, then stared at
Pablo and Larry, nervously excited awaiting his fate.  Larry said, "Dunno
about you, Pablo, but I do not appreciate having a rookie mechanic rubbing
one out watching me work.  So what are we gonna to the young punk?"

"Only one thing for it, dude.  You know what Randy always says – the
punishment has to fit the crime.  In this case the crime was sexual, so the
punishment has to be too.  Come over here, boy, by Danny's truck."

The hood was closed now and Pablo made Ben bend forward over it and place
his palms on the hood, like a suspect who has been pulled over by the cops.
"Look at that ass, Larry.  OK, kid ... pull your pants down."

Trembling a little, in fear mixed with excitement, Ben opened his jeans and
pulled them down below his ass, then bent over the hood again as before.
"Damn, that is one fine set of buns," Larry said.  "Gives me a major boner.
I wanna go first."

"We'll toss for it," Pablo said.  He pulled a coin from his pocket, tossed
it and Larry called heads.  "Heads it is, bro.  His ass is yours."

Even though Ben had just shot his wad over the garage door his cock was
hard again at the thought of these two muscle-jocks flipping a coin to see
which one fucked him first.  Across from him in the other side of the truck
was a garage window and he could see the reflection of the tattooed young
stud behind him unzipping his pants, pulling out his cock and spitting on
it. "Brace yourself, punk.  This is what you get for spying on me."

"Aaaah," Ben groaned as he felt Larry's cock drive in his ass.  The fuck
was forceful but not the savage attack Larry was capable of.  He wanted to
teach the boy a lesson but was very aware that the young gypsy was Randy's
kid brother.  If he got hurt Randy would come down on them like a ton of
bricks.

Ben tensed as his cock rubbed hard against the truck's front tire while his
ass got ploughed.  He looked up at the window and saw the reflection of the
tattooed bad boy behind him, his bare chest streaked with oil, his tousled
hair falling over his rugged face as he thrust his rod into him. Next to
the window stood Pablo, stripped to the waist, his muscled arms folded
across his chest, his slanted mestizo eyes staring at him.

As Larry's cock pounded his butt Ben panted jerkily to Pablo, "I'm sorry,
sir, for spying on you.  It's just that you and Larry looked so hot
together and ..."

"Quiet, boy," Larry snapped.  "Did I give you permission to speak?"

"No, sir, but I wanted Pablo to know that all the time I work with him my
dick is hard and I always wanna suck his dick and ..."

"Jesus Christ, Pablo, what does it take to shut the kid up?"

"I'll take care of that, bro."  Effortlessly Pablo pulled himself up onto
the hood of the truck and slid forward on his knees up to Ben's face.  He
grabbed the boy's shaggy black hair, pulled his head back and forced him to
stare up at him. "So, you always wanted to suck your boss's dick, eh
junior?  OK, so while my buddy is slamming your ass here's your chance.
Open up, boy."

Pablo yanked his cock out of his pants and Ben's jaw sagged open.  He
choked as the long shaft pushed in his mouth, then pulled back and drove in
again.  It was a scene straight out of porn fantasy – three shirtless
mechanics, the young rookie bent over the hood of a truck, getting
butt-fucked by one sweaty jock while the muscular mestizo boss knelt on the
hood and drove his cock in the boy's mouth.

Trying not to choke Ben moaned into the gag of Pablo's thick cock while his
ass was pounded relentlessly.  Pinned to the side of the truck Ben's cock
was chafing against the front tire and he desperately wanted to cum.  He
took one hand off the truck, slid it down to his crotch and grabbed his
cock.

"Oh no you don't, boy.  You don't cum till we say you can."  Larry yanked
his dick out of his ass.  "Dammit to hell, Pablo, ain't there some way we
stop him grabbing his cock and jerking off?"

Pablo pulled out of Ben's mouth and jumped down off the truck.  "Sure there
is, bro.  There's a story goes the rounds of how the cop Mark once
disciplined the mouthy young gymnast Tommy when he pulled him over on a
quiet road.  All it took was a cop, a bike and a victim.  Well we're two
guys, we got a bike ... and a victim.  Get your ass over here, kid, and
take off your pants."

Ben's jeans were already round his knees so he pulled them off.  He was
able to jerk them over his boots which he kept on.  "Good, now sit on the
bike."  Ben threw his leg over the saddle and sat on it bareassed.  "Only
problem is, kid, you're facing the wrong way.  Raise your legs."  Pablo and
Larry spun Ben round so he was sitting on the saddle facing backward.

Ben had an idea of what came next – he had heard the story of Mark and
Tommy.  Pablo pushed him back so his back was flat on the fat shiny gas
tank.  "Hey, Larry, bring those two fan belts over here.  And you, kid,
reach up and grab the handlebar grips."  Ben stretched his arms up and
grasped the handgrips above his head.  Pablo and Larry wound the fan belts
round his wrists and tied them to the handlebar.

"That's better," Larry grinned.  He grabbed Ben's boots and slid him back
along the bike so his arms stretched tighter above him and his ass hung
over the back of the saddle.  Ben blinked up at him.  "Are you gonna fuck
me again, sir?"

"Duh!  You catch on quick, kid."  Larry pushed Ben's legs up and hung them
over his shoulders, giving him a clear shot at his ass.  He plunged in and
resumed his interrupted fuck.  Pablo stood beside the bike, tweaking Ben's
tits and stroking his cock.

Ben had fantasized about a lot of things when he jerked off thinking about
Pablo, but never this, being tied down on his back on a motorcycle with two
jock mechanics double teaming him.

"Damn you look hot, kid," Pablo said, admiring the sexy young gypsy, tied
down to the bike, naked except for his boots.  "Your big brother said you
gotta get punished, boy, so this is how two mechanics deal with an
oversexed rookie.  My buddy pounding your ass makes your dick hard as a
rock.  You wanna cum, don't you?"

"Yes please, sir.  Very much."  So Pablo stroked his cock faster and
squeezed his tits.  It didn't take much of that before Ben was staring up
at him and moaning, "I'm gonna cum, sir.  I'm gonna cum ..."

"Not yet you don't," Pablo taunted.  He pulled his hand away and Ben yanked
hard at his bound wrists, groaning in the frustration of denied orgasm.
"See, kid, what you did out there was shoot your load against the door
spying on us, probably fantasizing about us fucking you.  So your real
punishment is the opposite – not being allowed to cum even though this
tough mechanic is pounding your ass.  OK, Larry, let's turn up the heat.
You ready to cream the boy's ass?"

"Hell yeah.  Here it comes, dude.  Just don't let him cum.  He's gotta
suffer."

And suffer Ben did.  He gazed up at the wild young jock flexing his muscles
as his cock pistoned in and out of his ass faster and faster.  "Aaagh," Ben
howled.  "Let me cum, sir ... touch my cock ... please, sirs."

"Not a chance, kid.  Like I said – you gotta suffer.  Here it comes,
guys.  Damn that ass is hot.  I'm gonna fill it with jizz, boy ... I'm
gonna cum ... yeaahh!"  Ben watched Larry's muscles flex and his head jerk
back, and in one last deep thrust his cock exploded in Ben's ass.  The boy
howled, not in ecstasy but frustration as he ached to cum.  But he had
already shot his wad all over the door and now needed Pablo to jerk him
off.

But Pablo just held his palms up with an innocent look as Larry pulled out
and panted, "Damn, that was hot.  Pity our boy here didn't bust his load
too, buddy.  You wanna give it a try?"

Ben tugged again at his restraints, his lithe young body twisting on the
bike, sobbing with frustration as Larry and Pablo traded places.  Pablo
pushed Ben's legs back while Larry stood at the side and ran his finger up
and down the boy's cock.  Ben gazed up at his shirtless boss, streaked with
motor oil.  He stared at his handsome face, muscular chest and abs, his
bare torso sloping down from broad shoulders to a slim waist hugged by
beltless black jeans.

"So this is what you wanted so often, eh kiddo?  What you fantasized about
and jerked off?"

"Yes, sir.  Please fuck me."  He moaned with pleasure as he felt his boss's
cock slide in him at last, saw the brown mestizo eyes smile down at him,
and felt his cock shudder.  Pablo leaned far forward and kissed him,
gliding their lips together in a soft passionate embrace.

He pulled back and continued to fuck, saying, "You know you are one dumb
shit kiddo.  If I turned you on at work you should have told me instead of
slinking away and jerking off looking through a crack in the fence.  I
would have taken you in that empty warehouse and thrown you on that old
mattress on the floor and done this to you.  Next time you're horny you
tell me, OK?"

"Yes, sir ... thank you sir."

"But right now, like I said, the penalty for wanting to cum and beating off
is wanting to come and not beating off – not being able to. It's what we
call edging, torturing a guy by keeping him right on the edge of climax
without cumming.  "OK, Larry, let's finish him off."

While Pablo massaged his ass with his cock Larry knelt beside Ben and
touched his cock lightly, then licked the pre-cum oozing from the tip.  He
brushed his palm over the sensitive tip making Ben moan, "You're making me
cum ... I'm gonna cum, sir.  I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... No!

Larry pulled away just as Pablo had done, making Ben howl with frustration.
Time and again Ben came to the brink of orgasm, only to be denied.  Driven
wild his blue eyes stared up at Pablo and he begged, "Please, sir, let me
cum.  I'm sorry for what I did, sir.  I won't do it again ... I'll always
ask you to fuck me.  But let me cum now sir.  Please cum in me, sir, and
let Larry jerk me off."

"You think he's had enough, Larry?  I reckon so.  OK, kid, we'll have mercy
on you.  Grab his dick, bro, while I pound that sweet ass.  I wanna see you
shoot, boy, major explosion OK?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."  The two mechanics ramped up the action, one
pounding his ass while the other pounded his cock.  Ben pulled at his bound
wrists, his body squirming on the bike, head thrashing from side to side
and he screamed, "I love you, sir ... aaagh!"

His cock erupted with a jet of semen that shot up to his face and neck,
then another and another, a wild orgasm built on frustration and denial,
now released.  The sight of the sexy young gypsy tied down on the bike,
splashing endless streams of cum on his face and writhing body drove Pablo
to his own fiery orgasm as he blasted jizz inside the young mechanic's ass.

Their screams filled the garage and carried out as far as where Randy, Mark
and Zack were sitting drinking.  Randy grinned.  "Sounds like my little
brother got what he wanted after all."

"Yup," Zack said.  "Like you say, buddy, the punishment fits the crime.  A
boy misbehaves, he gets punished and that's the end of it."

Mark chuckled.  "Or as we cops say, `OK, folks, shows over ... move along
now ... nothing more to see here'."

The men clinked glasses as a tribute to the three young mechanics.

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

Uncle Mike Gets Mad

The fireman Jason came over to them.  "Hey, guys.  Have you seen my boy
Ben?  I don't get to spend a lot of time with him, I'm always on duty, so I
wanted to get together with him here."

As if in answer to his master's call Ben came speeding over to them,
shirtless in jeans, and threw his arm round Jason.  "Hey, hey, what you
been up to kid?  You're all sweaty and you got motor oil all over you and
god knows what else."

Ben's eyes were sparkling.  "That's `cos me and the other mechanics have
been working in the garage.  But I got in trouble `cos I got turned on by
Pablo and Larry and jerked off watching them work.  They punished me good
by fucking me over Danny's truck, then they tied me to Larry's bike and
took it in turns fucking me but they wouldn't let me cum but they did in
the end and that's why I've got all this oil and cum over me."

"Hey, slow down kiddo, take a deep breath."

"Are you OK little brother?" Randy asked.  "Those guys treat you well?"

"Real well, sir, and Pablo said that at work instead of hiding and jerking
off watching him, if I get horny I should tell him and he'll take me in the
warehouse and fuck me, so that's what I'll do – if it's OK with you,
sir," he asked Jason.

"Sure," Jason grinned, "if that's what you want, kid.  And provided you got
some left for me.  Come on, let's go find a shower you can use.  We'll
shower together and I'll find out if you really do have something left for
me."

"Oh always, sir.  I'm your boy so you can have anything you want, sir.
`Specially my butt."

Before they left Ben hugged Randy who said, "Glad you liked your
punishment, kiddo.  Thought you would.  Now go make your fireman happy."

They walked away, Jason's arm round his boy, and the group started to split
up.  That's how it was at Grady House gatherings – guys moving around
the extensive garden, small groups forming and dissolving like a big
outdoor cocktail party made up of hot men and their boys.

When Bob came out of his business meeting he sauntered off to find Uncle
Mike.  He loved and respected the strength and wisdom of the older man but
hadn't had a chance yet to chat and catch up with him.  He found him at the
bar by the pool talking to the bartender Tommy.

Mike's face broke into a warm smile as Bob approached.  "Hey, handsome,
how's it goin'?  Like I said earlier, word on the grapevine is that big lug
gypsy of yours has been misbehaving.  So, just between you and me, you OK
now with all that?  You sorted it out?"

Bob sighed deeply.  Tommy poured him a drink then discreetly left to pick
up empty glasses, leaving them together.  "Well, I won't lie to you, Mike,
or pretend that it didn't hurt, `cos it did.  Trouble is, whenever a new
man joins the tribe Randy has to demonstrate his supremacy and show them
who's boss.  That means sex, of course, Randy being Randy.  Plus when he
sees a new hot guy like Miguel or Seth he can't keep his dick in his
pants."

"And I suppose the new guys get drawn into that sexual magnetism of his."

"That's exactly it, Mike.  It's not the new guys' fault.  Randy's the big
boss, they're new and, like everyone else, they can't say no to him when he
turns those hypnotic blue eyes on them.

"I try to shrug it off but, like I said, it does hurt, especially the time
when he took Miguel up to the lake fishing and they fucked for three days
straight.  Miguel was kinda mortified afterwards and Randy got punished by
some of the senior boys, including my twins.  After that he came crawling
back to me."

"And you took him back, of course."

"Mike, we're crazy in love with each other even after all these years.  He
worships the ground I walk on, but when his libido takes over he lets his
cock lead him into trouble.  But I almost lost it over Seth.  You've seen
the guy – big wild rugged gypsy look, just like Randy – Randy's kinda
guy.  There was sex and rivalry there alright.  Started with a big fight,
ended with fucking and he spent a whole afternoon with Seth up in Steve's
guesthouse fucking their brains out.

"Trouble was, that was when one of the twins, Kevin, took a nasty fall in
the kitchen and was taken to hospital.  Naturally I needed Randy, looked
everywhere for him but he had shut off his phone and no one knew he was
holed up in a fuck-fest with Seth.

"Later I punished Randy by tying him down and forced him to watch me make
love to Mark.  But you know how Randy is, Mike.  He thrives on physical
punishment – it's like a badge of honor.  And anyway he got free and
came crawling to me – literally crawling over the floor.  Then he took
charge as always and we ended up in a three-way with Mark."

"Dammit, Bob," Mike growled, "I hate hearing that.  I love the big lug.
He's a terrific guy most of the time, a man like no other the tough way he
leads this tribe, and I know how loving and protective he can be with the
boys.  But sometimes I could murder him the way he treats you.  One minute
he's terrified of losing you but then the damn fool does something that
pushes you away.  I wish I could spend more time in town – I'd make sure
the boy toed the line."

"Well, I made my peace with Seth.  He has that same raw sexuality as Randy
and he turned me on, but I didn't just run off and fuck with him.  Under
Doc Steve's supervision, Seth and I did fuck but Randy was there to watch.
And of course in the end Randy took charge again.

"After a rocky start Seth turned out to be a real good guy.  But he's been
sex starved most of this life and he's making up for lost time.  He's still
susceptible to the sexual power of guys like Randy.  Can't blame him for
that."

They finished their drinks and went for a stroll round the grounds.  Bob
could tell Mike was still seething at what he had told him about Randy and
Bob wished he hadn't said anything.  He knew that Mike really loved Randy
– almost regarded him like a son – the only man ever to call Randy
`boy'.  And like any surrogate father he hated his boy to fuck things up as
bad as Randy sometimes did.  So Bob changed the subject.  "How are things
with you and Larry, Mike?"

"Never better," Mike grinned. "That motorcycle repair shop has been the
making of him.  Most of my bar patrons are bikers and they all use his shop
... he's making real good money.  He calls Pablo a lot and they swap ideas,
mechanic to mechanic.  It's like he's one of the senior boys of the tribe
now."

Bob chuckled.  "From what I hear those two senior mechanics caught young
Ben jacking off looking at them and they gave him what he deserved, and
wanted – exactly what he was fantasizing about in the first place.
Probably did them all a power of good."

"So that was the noise I heard," Mike grinned. "Sounded like some kid was
getting it up the ass."

They walked on in companionable silence for a while until Bob said, "Hey,
see that cluster of trees over there, Mike?  There's a sort of clearing in
the middle, what Grady calls his secret garden, the place where he has sex
with Mario and any other of the guys he lusts for.  He has a huge sex
drive, loves to get fucked."

Bob smiled. "If the public only knew – the heartthrob stud who plays
Tarzan loves to take it up the butt.  Hell, just before you got here he was
in there getting screwed by Seth.  He loved it.  Let's go take a look, soak
up some of the sexual vibrations that hang over the place."

They walked through thick foliage to the trees then through a gap in the
hedge ... and froze.  "Holy shit," Mike barked angrily.

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

Uncle Mike Roasts Randy

Sprawled on the grass shirtless, their dicks hanging out of their jeans,
were Randy and Seth.  They had obviously been making out and now broke
apart and stared up at Bob and Mike.  Seth looked horrified, Randy looked
amused.  "What the fuck's going on here?" Mike yelled.

Randy grinned, "Two guys on the ground, no shirts, dicks hanging out?  You
do the math, Mike."

"You arrogant fucking bastard," Mike growled pacing round and glaring down
at him.

Seth sprang to his feet and stuffed his cock back in this jeans.  "I'm
sorry, Bob, I ..."

"Not your fault, Seth.  This is between Randy and Mike.  Go chat with Zack
and his guys.  I'll see you later, dude."

Seth stumbled away and Bob turned his attention to Mike and Randy where the
storm clouds were quickly gathering, about to burst.  He knew at once the
game Randy was playing.  He respected Mike, loved him like the dad he never
had, and sought his approval.  And, Randy's currency being sex, he assumed
Mike admired him for his sexual power.  A rugged horny stud who could
seduce anyone would be worthy of Mike's admiration, he thought.  That's the
role he played now, and casual arrogance was a big part of it.

Boy, did he get that wrong.  "I don't fucking believe you, boy," Mike
snarled. "Ain't you already stirred up enough shit with that almighty dick
of yours?  Every guy you see you have to dominate by fucking him – like
that's what makes you the boss.  Well here's a news flash, asshole, it
don't make you boss, it makes you cheap and dirty.

"And what about this gorgeous man here you claim to love more than your own
life?  How do you show it?  By rubbing his nose in your own dirt and expect
him to sit back and smile like patience on a monument waiting for you to
finish pumping your sperm in your latest conquest.

"Ah, chill out, man," Randy grinned, "you're overreacting.  It's just sex
– we ain't curing cancer here.  This is who I am, dude, your basic
stud. Can I help it if guys beg me to fuck them?  That's why they look up
to me, why Bob loves me, calls me his caveman.  He don't care when I fool
around with other guys."

"He don't eh?  You don't think his stomach gets knotted up when he stumbles
across you shagging your brains out?  When he's home waiting for you
wondering which of the guys you're banging this time?  Oh yeah, he seems to
be taking it all in stride `cos the guy's a fucking saint.  He loves you,
goddammit, and wants only the best for you, even if your `best' is the best
piece of ass you can screw that day."

Bob put his hand on Mike's arm.  "Mike, please.  This is something Randy
and I can sort out ..."

"Oh yeah?  Like you always do?  You tell him he has screwed up, he says
sorry, crawls across the ground to you, then ploughs your ass with the
almighty club and you forgive him.  Until the next time.  Listen you two,
I've made it a rule in my life never to come between two lovers when the
mud starts flying `cos the mud will end up sticking to my face.  But this
is one time I'll make an exception and force some sense into this asshole.

"What you two have is unique – I have never see such a gorgeous couple
so much in love.  With a one in a million chance you stumbled across each
other in a scruffy beer bar and fell in love – crazy in love.  And
you've built this incredible tribe of guys who idolize you. Perfect, right?
Wrong!  It would be perfect except that this son of a bitch can't keep it
zipped up and he's doing his level best to bust up your relationship.  And
if the relationship shatters, so does the tribe.

"Well I've seen some breakups in my time but I'm damn well not gonna watch
this one bite the dust.  So stand back, Bob, and let me handle it this
time."

"Oh you're gonna handle it eh?" Randy said scathingly.  Having listened to
this raging tongue lashing from Mike, Randy's casual demeanor changed into
one of defiance, his default reaction to criticism.  "And how exactly you
gonna do that, old timer?"

"Listen to me, boy, I may be a lot older than you but I've spent years
throwing belligerent drunks out of my bar, a lot of them tougher and meaner
than you.  You see one loud-mouthed prick you've seen `em all.  Oh, sure,
in a fight you could beat me to a pulp, but you ain't gonna do that to me
or to this beautiful guy here and you know why?  Even though you can be a
prize motherfucker, deep down you have some shreds of decency

"Tell me this, if you stumbled across your lover Bob getting fucked by some
major stud right here in this place, what would you do?"

"I'd punish him – fuck the shit out of him," Randy growled sullenly.

"Of course you would, big butch caveman like you.  So why should you be any
different?"

"Hah," Randy snorted derisively.  "Like you are gonna plough my ass?  Oh,
I'm real scared.  Go ahead, Uncle Mike.  Fuck me – make me beg for
forgiveness."

Mike pulled off his shirt and Randy stared up at his muscular torso, still
well-developed despite his age.  Mike leaned down and pulled off Randy's
boots, then his jeans and tossed them aside.  "Look at you, quite the
muscle-god ain't you, naked on the ground there. But you can be tamed."

Randy grinned up at Mike and tauntingly pulled back his legs, offering him
his ass.  Mike knelt between them and paused, staring down at Randy's
mocking expression.  "What's the matter old timer?" Randy laughed.  "Can't
get it up?"

Mike's eyes flashed, he raised his arm and slammed the back of his hand
across Randy's face, then his palm across the other side.  "You know, you
can be a total bastard when you're cornered, boy.  I know `cos I can be
real mean too when I'm pissed off by an asshole like you.  And to answer
your question ..."

Mike unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock – long thick and rock
hard.  "Yeah I'd say I can get it up.  I ain't immune to your handsome mug
and sexy blue eyes, but this time they work against you `cos you're gonna
get reamed."

Randy was surprised by the size of Mike's cock but still tried to be
defiant.  "OK," he sneered, "do your worst, man."

"You're such an arrogant mother-fucker.  But you should know that I used to
have a buddy who loved pain and getting brutally gang fucked.  He taught me
all the tricks of the trade on how to inflict pain on a man's ass.  It
ain't just the size and the force, it's other things too, like the angle,
the thrust, bunch of things.  You're about to learn them too, stud.
Starting now.

"Aaagh!!"  Randy's roar filled the air as Mike's hard, dry shaft slammed
deep in his ass. His eyes flashed.  "And that's just the start, big guy.
Let's see how much you can take before you beg."

The noise reached the other guys out in the garden.  When Seth had run out
and told Zack and Darius what was happening Darius spread the word
instantly and the crowd now moved toward the trees and watched from the
shadows as the man they knew as Uncle Mike proceeded to demolish their
macho gypsy leader.

Mike's fuck was brutal, but not just in the usual way of hard and deep.
Mike had been an alpha stud like Randy in his younger years and had added a
wealth of experience since then.  He lived in the world of leather and
bikers, some of them mean and grizzly who fucked with no holds barred –
as Mike did now.

He pounded Randy's ass in new ways.  Pushed the legs up high, then pulled
his ass down hard on his cock – pulled out all the way then plunged back
in savagely from a different angle.  It wasn't just the force of the fuck
– Randy could endure that easily and Mike knew it.  It was a skill he
had honed over the years that ravaged the tender membrane as his cock drove
again and again over the sensitive inner sphincter and slammed into the
fiery recesses of his ass.

Mike had never fucked his boy Larry like this, though Larry liked it rough.
In fact he rarely fucked anyone like this anymore – not since his buddy
who enjoyed getting gang fucked.

Now he took pleasure in the look of surprise and fear on the gypsy's
swarthy face as he howled in pain.  "This is what you need, boy," Mike
gloated – "knock some of that arrogance out of you, show you that you
can be beaten even by an `old-timer' like me as you put it so scathingly."

Randy raised his arms and pressed his hands on Mike's chest in a desperate
and ineffective gesture of resistance.  Mike smiled, "Yeah, you and I both
know you're strong enough to push me off, but you wouldn't do that would
you?  It would be a sign of submission, a sign you couldn't take it from an
old-timer.  And you'd lose face in front of all your buddies gathered round
you here.  Only way you can keep their respect is to show them you can take
it – that you got what it takes to remain their leader."

Mike pinned Randy's wrists to the grass and continued the brutal assault as
his agonized face thrashed from side to side and he howled like a wounded
animal – which he was.

The onlookers flinched at the sight of the rugged boss getting his ass
tortured, and at one point Bob stepped forward and put his hand on Mike's
shoulder.  "Back off, man," Mike warned.  "This is between me and him now."
Mark stepped forward, pulled Bob back gently and they watched from the
trees with the others.

Randy was feeling even his great strength and endurance ebb and with tears
streaming from his eyes he stammered, "What do you want from me, man?"

"Ah, good," Mike panted, "we got to the bargaining point.  OK, first of all
I want you to acknowledge in front of all these men what an asshole you
are."  Randy gritted his teeth but when Mike plunged in deep he yelled,
"OK, I'm an asshole ... I'm a fucking asshole."

"Better.  Now I want you to apologize to Bob for being an asshole. Unless
you want more of this ..."  He slammed his ass again and Randy screamed,
"I'm sorry, Bob, for the way I treated you.  I'm sorry for being such an
asshole to you."

"Good, and last I wanna hear you submit, boy.  I wanna watch you bust your
load all over that glorious writhing body and admit defeat."  Mike reach
down and wrapped his fist round Randy's cock and pounded it fast.  At the
same time he jackhammered him harder and Randy yelled, "OK, I submit ... I
can't take any more ... I give up ... aaagh!!"

Semen blasted from his cock and splashed down on his heaving chest and his
agonized face, onto his stubbled jaw, mixing with the tears streaming down
his face.  As his cock drained and his adrenaline faded he moaned. "Please,
man, no more ... finish me off ... I beg you, man, cum inside my ass ..."

"You're a helluva man, Randy.  Here it cums ... yeaah!"  Mike's body shook
and his cock erupted deep in the shattered ass of the gypsy whose rugged
face fell to the side in exhaustion.

After a lot of heavy breathing Mike pulled out and staggered to his feet.
He reached down grabbed Randy's hand, pulled him to his feet and into a
tight hug.  "They love you, Randy.  So do I.  You did OK, boy."

There was a burst of applause from the crowd but Mike waved it off.  "Ah,
I'm too old for this shit," he grinned, making them laugh.  "Come here,
Larry, let your old man lean on you."

He left Randy standing naked and dazed in the middle of the clearing.  Zack
walked forward, grabbed Randy's wrist and raised his arm up high, to
raucous cheers from the men and boys of the tribe, a tribute to their
leader.

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

Tea On The Lawn

"So," Mark said quietly to Bob.  "What happens now?  Has that busted up the
party?  Can it survive this?  Do we all go home, or what?"

Everyone was wondering the same thing when Mario stepped forward. A warm
smile lit his handsome Italian features and his lyrical, accented voice
rang clear.

"Signori, amici.  Tea and sandwiches are now being served on the lawn.  And
I imagine some of you will want something stronger, so just name your
preference.  Dinner will be served at seven-thirty and don't worry about
drinking too much because nobody will be driving as Grady and I invite you
to stay the night.  There are rooms for you all, with perhaps a little
... `ow do you say ... doubling up?"  He smiled playfully.

"We both love having you all here so much.  And as the saying goes, `Domani
è un altro giorno' – `Tomorrow is another day'.  May it be as
exciting as this one."

Mario smiled as they applauded and Bob whispered to Mark, "Well, officer, I
guess that answers your question.  Let's see what tomorrow brings.  Lot of
mopping up to do after today."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 445


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