Date: Wed, 20 Feb 2019 02:47:27 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 453  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 453
By Rob Williams

Chapter 453 – "THE JOB INTERVIEW"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Alpha male Miguel and his boy, tattooed bad-boy Finn, face off after a big
fight that threatens their relationship. Miguel says, "Let's turn back the
clock, start over from when we first met. And we'll rewrite the script."
In the replay the tough young stud auditions to become Miguel's boy. The
job interview requires Finn to submit to Miguel and ends in a wild four-way
fuck with the fireman Jason and the Marine Hassan
___________________________________________________________________


*********** IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER ***********

A small group of men of the tribe were on a short beach vacation in Mark's
shack in the dunes up the California coast – the fireman Jason, his boy
Ben and Ben's friend Will, along with the Marine captain Hassan and his boy
Eddie.  The trouble started when they were joined by senior boy Darius and
Finn who would be staying in Zack's shack two miles down the beach.

Finn was an ex-hustler who had been taken on as his boy by the macho
Hispanic Miguel. When Hassan asked Eddie why Darius had brought him up here
Eddie gave him the backstory.

"Sir, everyone knows that Miguel's relationship with Finn has always been
stormy. One reason Miguel took Finn on as his boy was for the challenge.
Finn's a good looking stud but the trouble was he had always been a bad-boy
street hustler passed from one john to the next.  He has that armor-plate
defensive thing, so he was never cut out to be anyone's lover.

Miguel is a tough dominant guy, totally gorgeous and built like a brick
shithouse and he really loves Finn.  So he put up with a lot of Finn's crap
and dealt with his tantrums calmly until a few days ago when the shit
really hit the fan."

Eddie explained that Miguel had come home from a tough day's work as
executive chef at the Ritz Carlton, but Finn was in a sour mood and
provoked a huge argument.  "Finn was real defiant, flew into a rage and
threw all kinds of crazy insults at the big guy.  Well, Miguel lost it and
hit him ... slapped him around real fierce.  It was the last straw for
Miguel and he told Finn to get out of his sight.  So Darius offered to
bring Finn up here to the beach to cool off."

But as it turned out Finn's presence was disruptive.  He verbally attacked
young Will, knocked him down and injured him.  Darius went apeshit and
punished Finn by tying him up, fucking him with his tern-inch cock and
forcing him to watch all the other guys having sex, an illustration of how
regular, decent guys can love and enjoy life.

Will had always liked Finn and befriended him now.  He talked to Finn
calmly and at length, even made love, and Finn felt safe and welcome with
Will.  But the fact remained that he had abused his master and was sure
Miguel would never take him back.  He waited for a phone call from Miguel,
which never came.  His pessimism grew as the evening wore on and by next
morning he had given up all hope.

Everyone had breakfast in Mark's shack but after they cleared it away Finn
had made up his mind.  "Will, I've decided to ask Darius if we can go back
to town early.  So first I wanna clear up our shack and pack our gear like
it's a done deal.  Will you come and help me?"

Will protested lamely but it was clear Finn was determined, so of course
Will went with him.  They set out on the two-mile walk back to Zack's shack
and trudged along the beach in silence.  Will made a few attempts at humor
but they fell flat and they continued their trek in silence.  After a while
Finn said, "Oh shit, see that?"  He pointed to a speck in the distance down
the beach.  "I don't wanna see anyone, dude, especially a stranger.  Which
direction they going in?"

Will squinted.  "Getting bigger.  Looks like they're coming this way.
Don't worry, dude, I'll do the charm thing.  "Hi, nice weather ... have a
nice walk ... have a nice day."

That raised a wan smile and as they walked on the figure got larger.  It
was a lone man.  They squinted.  Looked like he was wearing jeans, no shirt
... the shirt was thrown over his shoulder ... his broad shoulder ... his
broad muscular shoulder ...

Finn panicked, "It's him, dude ... Miguel.  I can't talk to him.  I'm going
back."  But Will restrained him.  "You are staying right here, buddy.  You
gotta face the music sooner or later."

Finn walked forward as if in a trance and Will hung back.  Yes it was
Miguel barefoot in jeans, his shirt thrown over his shoulder.  They stopped
and stared at each other for what seemed like an eternity.  Then Miguel
smiled, "Those board shorts I gave you look great on you, Finn."  He held
his arms out, Finn stumbled forward and Miguel wrapped his arms tight round
him.

Finn was sobbing and mumbling incoherently. "Sir, I'm sorry ... please
... I was so ... I didn't mean to ... I just ... I just ..."

"Hey enough of that, kid.  Time enough to get into all that later.  Dry
your tears."  He brushed the tears from Finn's cheeks.  "I expected to find
you at Zack's shack and when you weren't there I guessed you must up at
Mark's shack.  So I walked along the beach and ... and here we are."

Finn was overcome, speechless.  Miguel looked over the boy's shoulder and
saw Will walking quietly away.  "Hey, Will, wait a minute."  Will turned
round, blinking behind his glasses, and said shyly.  "Sir, I think I'm what
Bob calls `de tropp'.  You know – three's a crowd."

"Come here for a minute, Will.  I'm gonna take Finn back to the shack `cos
we have a lot to go over, but before you leave I wanna say something.
Darius called me and told me what a friend you've been to Finn through all
this and I came up with a way of thanking you.

"At my hotel we're gonna be hiring a couple of new assistant chefs and as
the executive chef I would give you a job in a heartbeat.  But I know how
you love working with the twins so I had another idea.  Until we hire the
new guys we'll be shorthanded so I wondered if you would like to come and
help us out – just a couple of days, when you're free."

Will gulped.  "Me, sir?  In the kitchen of the Ritz Carlton?  Helping you,
sir?  Thank you sir ... I ... yes, sir ... thank you sir."  He grinned at
Finn, then turned and skipped back along the beach.

Finn finally found his tongue.  "Thank you for doing that sir.  I love
Will, he's been my rock through all the... he's gonna love your plan for
him."

"And he's not the only one kid," Miguel smiled as they walked back to
Zack's shack.  "I have plans for you too.  The reason I didn't call you is
that I wanted to sort it all out first but I might as well tell you now.
You like your job working in the garden don't you, Finn?"

"Er, yes, I love it, sir.  I had big plans for the garden until ..."

"Well, I've had talks with Grady's lover Mario who's a landscape architect
as you know, and with Bob, who says you've done wonders with the garden.
But I don't want a boy of mine to be just a gardener.  I want you to take a
course in landscape design that Mario recommends highly. Then Bob wants you
to redesign the grounds of the compound.  You'll have Tyler to help you and
you'll probably need to hire a couple more boys – but you'll be in
charge."

Again Finn was lost for words.  His mind was reeling.  "Sir, I ... I don't
know what to say, I ... But all that other stuff ... the stuff I said to
you and ..."

"Oh sure were gonna go into all that now ... lot to say ... and do," Miguel
grinned.  "It'll take a while.  Any questions before we go back in the
shack?"

`Yes, sir.  Are you gonna fuck me, sir?"

"Of course I am. I'm gonna make love to you and fuck you a lot.  But only
if it's what you want."

"Oh yes I do, sir.  I want it more than anything in the world."

********************* CHAPTER 453 *********************

RECONCILIATION

As Miguel and Finn went into the shack Finn's mind was racing with thoughts
ranging from euphoria to trepidation.  He could hardly believe that Miguel
was actually here, that he had come all this way to find him.  But is that
why he had come, and if so, why?

It couldn't be that Miguel had forgiven him could it?  Not after the
rebellious way Finn had behaved over the last few days, and especially the
ugly things he had shouted at Miguel causing Miguel to slap him around and
order him out of his sight.

Now Finn's paranoia kicked in.  Miguel had only been kind to him on the
beach while Will was watching.  Now they were alone Miguel would turn on
him any minute, tell him that was the last straw and throw him out as his
boy.  He deserved it.  Why would a handsome muscle-god want a fucked-up,
defiant kid like him anyway?  Hot young guys would be lining up to take his
place.

So he stood in the middle of the room bewildered and nervous until his
convoluted thoughts were interrupted by Miguel's gentle voice.  "Finn, tell
me what you're thinking right now."

Finn hesitated.  "Sir, I'm scared.  I can't believe you followed me up here
after all that stuff that I said and did.  What you said about the
landscaping deal ...why would you do that, sir, after...?"

"Yeah, we're gonna sort all that out now.  Er, is there any chance of
coffee around here? I left the house around dawn this morning to come up
here and I haven't had a thing to eat or drink."

"Of course, sir," Finn said eagerly, anxious to please Miguel.  "And I can
warm up some of Will's leftover casserole from last night's dinner that we
brought from Mark's shack. Will stayed the night with me and Darius, sir,
because I was so ..."

"Good thing he did," Miguel smiled.  "You've got a great friend in that
kid.  OK, so I'm gonna get out of these jeans and relax after that long
drive and watch you work in the kitchen.

Pleased to see a change in Finn from nervous to enthusiastic Miguel changed
out of his jeans and into the brown board shorts that Finn always found so
sexy.  Lounging on the couch he had a clear view into the kitchen of the
small shack and he smiled as he saw Finn put on an apron.

"Will lent it to me," Finn grinned from the kitchen.  "He says you should
always wear an apron in the kitchen.  He always wears a chef's hat too
... looks real cute on him with all that red hair."

"He's absolutely right," Miguel said.  "He knows his way around and kitchen
and I can't wait for him to see our setup at the Ritz, he's gonna have a
blast."  Miguel watched Finn as he busied himself in the kitchen making
coffee and warming up the casserole.  The frown of concentration on Finn's
face sent a wave of affection and compassion over Miguel.

After their big fight yesterday Miguel had instantly regretted yelling at
the boy to "get the hell out of my sight."  Since he first took him on as
his boy he had learned all about Finn's tough life as a street hustler, and
his heart had gone out to him.  He knew Finn wouldn't be easy but he liked
the boy under all that resentful defiance – the armor he had developed
to cover his insecurities.

Miguel was a man's man.  He loved fucking men like his lover, the rugged
black construction boss Zack, and he considered Finn to be a tough young
man, damaged by life but resilient and determined to survive.  He loved sex
with him, loved to fuck him and had made it his mission to care for him and
help him turn his life around.  The most important task, Miguel knew, was
to tackle Finn's low self-esteem and he thought he had found a way to do
that.

Finn was aware of Miguel watching him, lounging on the couch in just his
board shorts, which gave Finn a permanent erection.  He was starting to
believe that all this was not an impossible fantasy but that Miguel was
actually here and was not going to dump him.  There he was looking totally
gorgeous, his dark square-cut features and muscular physique lit by the
sunlight streaming through the slatted blinds.

He brought out the coffee and said, "Will's casserole coming right up,
sir."  In a few minutes they sat facing each other across a small table and
Miguel served them both a generous helping of food.  He sampled a forkful,
savored it in his mouth before swallowing.  "Mmm, fish casserole – and
it's delicious.  I've never tasted one this good.  Do you know where Will
got the recipe?''

"Oh no, sir.  He says it's his own recipe – a secret – he won't say
what's in it."

Miguel grinned.  "I'll get it out of him, and I might add it to the menu at
the Ritz.  We'll call it Will's Casserole and everyone will ask who this
Will is.  Hey, did I see a wine rack in the kitchen?  You think Zack would
mind if we stole a bottle of white?"

"Sir, it seems that up here they go by `what's yours is mine and mine
yours'.  And he is your lover, sir.  I don't think he'd say no."  Finn got
a bottle and they settled down to their meal.

After a few minutes Miguel said, "OK, Finn, let's get down to business."

"Sir," Finn jumped in.  "I know there's no excuse for the way I behaved but
I want to say ..."

"No, Finn ... me first.  I gotta get this off my chest.  Whatever happened
between us yesterday I had absolutely no right to hit you and I'm ashamed I
lost my cool.  I may have slugged a few men in my time, even tangled with
Randy once or twice, and I've given some of the young chefs a tongue
lashing when they do something dangerous in the kitchen.  But I would never
hit a boy out of anger and there was absolutely no excuse for me hitting
you.

"But there was sir.  I deserved to get punished after I ..."

"Finn, stop right there.  Let's not get into the blame game thing.  We both
know the issues here, we've lived with them since we linked up.  And as for
punishment," Miguel grinned, "I hear that Darius took care of that with
that not-so-secret weapon of his.  The only reason I let him bring you up
here is that I was sure he would take good care of you – in more ways
than one.

"So let's not dwell on the past, Finn.  Let's just call it water under the
bridge and plan for the future – our future.  First of all, as soon as
we get back I want you to go see Doctor Steve.  I know you've insisted you
don't need to see a shrink but I think we both do.  You can say whatever
you want to Steve in strict doctor/patient confidence.  Then we can go
together – Steve sees a lot of couples."

"OK, sir, I'd like to do that – have the doc help me sort out the mess
in my brain."

"Good.  Now after you left yesterday I had a long think about all this and
what it came down to was that we need to build up your self-esteem."

"Yeah, I guess I never had a whole lot of that, but I would never admit
it... oh, I guess I just did."

"That's a good sign," Miguel laughed.  "But what you've never had is a job
that challenged you, that made you feel good about yourself.  I've watched
you working in the garden and seen the joy on your face – and that was
the key.  That's why I spoke to Mario and to Bob and came up with this
landscape designer idea.

"Mario is an experienced landscape architect and he recommends this school
highly.  You could work toward getting a license and over time set your
sights on getting a degree.  That's for the future, but it gives you a goal
to work for.  It would not be a job, Finn, it would be a career."

"Sir, I ... it sounds perfect, but ... I'm not sure I'm good enough ... I
mean, I wouldn't wanna let you down ..."

"See, that's the insecure Finn talking.  I'm sure you can do it, kiddo.  It
would make me so proud of you, but there's no pressure.  While you learn
you will be redesigning the grounds of the house with Mario's help.  He can
teach you a lot. Bob is all for it and says it would mean a wage increase.
So we'll set the wheels in motion when we get back and meet with Mario and
Bob.  But right now there's ... well ... there's right now.  What are we
gonna do about that?"

Finn felt on more solid ground here ... he knew what he wanted.  "Sir,
yesterday after Darius punished me and fucked me he tied me to a chair and
made me watch the other guys having fun.  Hassan was real horny and fucked
Eddie – it was Eddie's fantasy that he was a young rookie servicing the
big macho Marine captain, so Hassan worked him over good.

"And while I watched I thought of you, sir ... doing that to me.  Hassan
was totally dominating Eddie ... it's what Eddie wanted ... and that's what
I wanted, sir.  I wanted it real bad to show you that I love you and I am
your boy, sir ... to do whatever you like with.  I know I always used to
put on this big badass top-man thing, but with you I wanna ... I guess I
wanna give myself to you.  I want to belong to you ... like you own me,
sir."

Miguel smiled, "Well, I'm not big on this ownership thing, kid.  I don't
believe any man should own another.  But I know what you mean.  We need a
way of us getting back together, offload all the bullshit and get back to
basics."  He smiled with a playful look in his eye.  "So tell you what –
let's turn back the clock and start over from the beginning, when I first
met you.  Only this time we'll rewrite the script.

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

THE AUDITION

While Finn cleared the table Miguel went into the bedroom and closed the
door.  He lay on his back on the bed, linked his hands behind his head on
the pillow and waited for Finn.

As he tidied the kitchen Finn wasn't quite sure what Miguel had meant about
re-writing the script.  But he knew one thing for sure.  When he had first
met Miguel he had been bitter and resentful, tied to a chain link fence by
his john at the time with a For Sale sign next to him.  He had felt
helpless and humiliated so he had played the defiant bad-boy and sneered at
Miguel.

But now was a whole different story.  Rather than pushing Miguel away he
wanted him, craved him.  He had been such an idiot resenting the idea of
being Miguel's boy, like it was demeaning.  Now he wanted Miguel as his
master ... wanted to show him that he would do anything for him.  The
hustler defiance was fading, though some of his old instincts lingered on
faintly.

He felt recharged and hopeful as he left the kitchen – and was surprised
to see the bedroom door closed.  What was going on?  What was Miguel doing?
Had he changed his mind?  No, that was his paranoia that Will had warned
him about.  But he was nervous as he stood at the closed door and decided
to knock.

"Come in," the deep voice ordered.  "He opened the door and gasped as he
saw the stunning Hispanic with his square stubbled jaw and tousled black
hair.  He was wearing only brown board shorts that set off his perfectly
muscled tanned body stretched on the bed, hands linked behind his head,
arms bent at the elbows making his biceps flex.

"Come closer boy, let me get a look at you.  Hmm, not bad ... tattoos on
your arms, I like that in a boy – tough looking.  So, you wanna apply to
be my boy, eh kid?"

Finn was taken aback by the question that in the old days he would have
found insulting.  But now, looking at this spectacular man he stammered,
"Y-yes, sir.  Very much, sir."

"Turn around."  Finn obeyed, knowing he was on display which he found
strangely exciting.  "Hmm, good ass – fuckable.  I like to fuck ass,
it's what I do ... any problem with that, boy?

"No, sir.  None at all."

"Turn round and drop the shorts."  Again Finn quickly obeyed and his shorts
pooled round his sneakers, leaving him butt naked, vulnerable.  His cock
stood out rigid as a pole.  "Hmm, good sign," Miguel said.  "What is it
gives you a boner like that?"

"You, sir.  Looking at you, sir.  You're so beautiful, sir."

"Yeah, that's the reaction I got from all the other guys who interviewed
for the job.  But you've got something a bit different – a defiance in
your eyes.  See, I don't care for vanilla.  I like fucking tough men.  But
I also need a guy who'll obey me at all times.  Would you have a problem
with that?"

"Not at all, sir.  I'll do whatever you tell me to."

So this was what Miguel called going back to the beginning – re-writing
the script.  But the odd thing was Finn was not forcing it – it came
naturally.  He really did want to obey this man, to take orders from him.
He realized now that he had always wanted that, from the moment he first
saw him, only he had been too bitter and angry with life to admit it.  If
this was a second chance, an audition, he was determined to pass the test.

Miguel at last got off the bed and stood facing him.  "Put your hands
behind your back."  Finn obeyed.  Miguel ran his hands over the taught
musculature of the boy's body and Finn instinctively flexed.  "Thing is,
boy, I have some unusual needs and I play rough, but I never force a boy,
never hurt him against his will.  So let's check you out.  If you don't
like it you just say no, I'll stop and send you on your way and you get on
with your life.  Understood?"

"Understood, sir."

Miguel's roving hands now lingered over Finn's nipples.  He stroked them,
squeezed them then rolled them in his fingertips harder and harder, the
pain increasing and radiating over his chest.

Finn stared into Miguel's steady dark brown eyes – and they gave him
strength to endure the building pain.  He saw himself mirrored in his eyes
and he wanted Miguel more than ever ... he craved him, craved the pain.  He
would prove himself worthy to be his boy.  His eyes brimmed with tears that
ran down his cheeks, but still he held Miguel's gaze steady without
flinching.

Suddenly Miguel pulled his hands away.  "Good boy.  OK, keep your hands
behind your back and kneel down."  On his knees Finn stared at the bulge in
Miguel's shorts right in front of his eyes.  "Anyone who wants to be my boy
knows what to do next."

His hands still clasped behind his back, Finn leaned forward and put his
mouth against the tie-string of Miguel's shorts.  His teeth pulled on the
end of the string and untied the knot, then he loosened the crossed laces
with his tongue and teeth until the shorts fell to the floor and Miguel's
hard cock sprang out and hit Finn in the face.  He opened his mouth wide
and lowered it over the cock, all the way down until his face pressed
against the wiry black pubic hair.

Miguel grabbed Finn's hair, pushed his head back, then rammed it down on
his thick shaft.  Finn used all the skills he had learned from Eddie to
swallow the cock repeatedly without gagging.  Again tears came to his eyes
but he didn't resist or fight against it.  He loved it, loved the feel and
taste of his master's cock filling his mouth.

It all stopped abruptly as Miguel suddenly pulled out, and Finn saw pre-cum
oozing from his cock.  He figured he was doing well on the test.  "Right
– on the bed boy – naked."

Finn scrambled to his feet and lay on his back on the bed.  "Grab the
bedposts."  Finn stretched his arms up in a V and held tight onto the
posts.  "Good.  Now one important thing I need from a boy is trust.  We're
gonna test that now.  You ready?"

"Definitely, sir."  This was the bed of Miguel's lover Zack, the black
leather master, so of course there were ropes hanging round the bedposts
that had seen plenty of use.  Miguel quickly tied them round Finn's wrists
and he instinctively pulled against them, proving to Miguel and himself
that he was helplessly bound.

Miguel stood on the floor at the foot of the bed and stared down at Finn.
"Man, that looks good.  That's how a boy of mine should look.  Maybe I'll
keep him tied to the bed all day and come in and fuck his ass or his face
whenever I feel horny.  How would you feel about being my fuck slave, boy?"

"I would love it, sir."

"Yeah, but now you're at my mercy how far will you trust me?  Miguel picked
up a dirty T-shirt from the floor, twisted it into a rope and tied it round
Finn's mouth as a gag.  "Like I said, if you want me to stop I will, you're
free to leave and get on with your life.  If you wanna stop just shake your
head from side to side."

Miguel opened the bottom drawer of a chest, pulled out one of Zack's heavy
belts and threw it across Finn's chest.  Finn flinched slightly as he felt
the leather against his flesh but his eyes stayed focused on Miguel.

In the old days he would have been defiant or nervous, probably both, but
this time he felt not fear but euphoria.  He was tied up at the mercy of
this powerful man ... and there was nowhere else he would rather be.  He
knew from experience the truth of the street-boy's creed – never trust
anyone.  But he did trust Miguel.  He loved him, idolized him and felt
infinite joy in submitting to him body and soul.

Miguel picked up the belt, raised his arm and struck Finn lightly across
the chest several times.  Again Finn flinched a little but never moved his
head.  "You know I could thrash that pretty body of yours real bad, boy,
then fuck your ass.  I would leave you here, bound and gagged, then come
back and whip you and fuck you again. If you don't want that, shake your
head, boy."

Finn stared resolutely into Miguel's eyes ... and saw them smile.  He threw
the belt away and removed the gag.  "Just testing you, kid, and you know
what?  I'm beginning to think you might be the one – the boy I've been
looking for – tough, with a defiant streak.  I bet you've always
considered yourself more top than bottom, right?"

"Yes I have, sir."

"Well take a good look at me, kid, `cos I am definitely an alpha male, a
top man and you would get your ass reamed a whole lot.  I not only love
fucking ass, I need the boy to cum without touching his cock.  You have a
problem with that?"

"Sir, I could cum right now just looking at you."

"Except that you only cum when I give you permission."

"Of course, sir."

"OK, then, the final test.  Can the young top man take a cock up his ass
and submit to another top man – surrender to him by busting his load
when told to?  And I'm talking dry fuck here."

At last Finn was going to get what he had craved when he saw the Marine
captain Hassan plough his boy and he had fantasized about Miguel doing the
same to him.  His heart was pounding as the naked muscle-god knelt on the
bed, pushed one of Finn's legs up high and stared down at his ass.  "Yeah,
looks like my boy's ass alright.  Let's see what you got, kid."

Miguel pressed the head of his cock against his ass and Finn looked up at
him and said softly, "Please, sir.  I want it so bad."  There was no
scream, just a deep sigh of ecstasy as Miguel eased his cock over the
sphincter and drove it deep in Finn's ass.  "That what you've been wanting
all this time?"

Please, sir ... give it to me.  Fuck me, sir."

Finn never took his eyes off Miguel's rugged face, except to watch his
muscles flex as he pounded ass.  He pulled at his restraints, not from a
need to touch his cock but a desire to feel Miguel's ripped body as he
fucked him.

This is what it had all been building too, from the day they first met.  He
had been a defiant top until he had given his ass to Miguel, his first time
ever.  But still there had been that hard-edged rebelliousness – he had
loved it but resented it at the same time, which had led to all the fights,
culminating in the last big one yesterday.

But now it was different.  He had changed ... and he knew why.  He had
surrendered himself to real love for the first time.  Having been shown by
Darius how other guys loved each other, and especially how Will loved him,
he had realized at long last that he was in love with Miguel, body and
soul.  And his master's cock was filling his ass and those dark brown eyes
were smiling down at him.

As Miguel fucked his boy and gazed at him he understood how much he had
changed – fundamentally, in his core.  This is the Finn he had always
wanted – tough, macho in his way, still bearing the marks of a tattooed
bad-boy – but he had finally banished his demons.  The script had truly
been re-written and the play-acting was over.

Miguel smiled, "Hello, Finn.  Welcome to my world."

"Does that mean I got the job, sir?" Finn grinned.  "Am I your boy?"

"Now and forever, kiddo.  Oh, except for that one last thing, the thing I
really need in a boy."

"That hands-free thing?  No problem there, sir ... just say the word."

"I told you I play rough, kid.  Kinda like this."  Instantly his cock
became a pile-driver and he reached down and twisted his still-tender
nipples.  "OK, boy, show me how much you love me, `cos I sure as hell love
you.  Do it, boy, do it for your master.  I wanna see jizz all over that
body.  And that's an order.

Finn was flying, staring up at the man he loved, his cock pounding his ass
and ... "Here it comes, sir.  I'm gonna shoot ... yeaahh."

Miguel watched Finn's cock rear up and spray semen all over his writhing
body in a massive orgasm.  His own body tensed, flexed hard and his cock
erupted deep inside the boy who he knew for certain was his at last.

They let their cocks drain, Miguel untied Finn's wrists and then they were
in each other's arms, laughing and rolling over the bed.  When at last they
were still and had regained their breaths Finn grinned roguishly at Miguel.
"I sure liked the new script, sir.  How did you like the play?"

"Best thing I ever saw.  Loved the guy who played the bad-ass.  And I
always like a happy ending, don't you?"

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

WILL PHONES HOME

While they languished in each other's arms the excitement was buzzing at
the other shack two miles up the beach.  When the overjoyed Will had left
Miguel and Finn he had pounded through the sand and reached the other guys
too out of breath to speak.  He opened his mouth but nothing came out.

Eddie of course pumped him with a flood of questions.  "Dude, what is it?
What's happened?  Why did you and Finn go down the beach?  And where is he
now?  Has he run away?  That's it, I knew it, I knew something like this
would ..."

"Eddie," Hassan said sharply, "back off, let the boy catch his breath."

"It's OK, sir," Will panted.  "I'm OK ... everything's OK ... everything is
hunky-dory.  Thing was, Finn waited all night for Miguel to phone him and
when he didn't Finn was sure it was all over and got real depressed.  He
wanted to pack up his gear and have Darius take him back to town, so that's
why we were going down the beach to Zack's shack.

"But guess what?  Guess who we met coming up the beach?  The man himself
– Miguel.  Yeah, he had driven up here to see Finn.  And he flung his
arms round Finn ...it's all OK, he's not gonna chuck Finn out ... he loves
him.  I left them together and last I heard as I walked away was that
Hassan has big plans for Finn and his job.  So they went back to Zack's
shack and they're prob'ly fucking or something ..."

"Of course they're fucking," Eddie said, "what else would they be doing,
afternoon tea?"

"And that's not all," Will beamed.  "Guess what else?  Miguel said I was
such a pal to Finn that he wants me to go to his hotel and help out as an
assistant chef there for a couple of days."

"Wow," Eddie said dramatically, "a buddy of mine a chef in the Ritz fucking
Carlton, who'd a' thunk it?  There'll be no living with you now, dude.
Will you still be talking to the likes of me?"

"Dunno," Will grinned.  "Not when I'm wearing that white chef's coat with
the gold Ritz badge on it.  I'll be too busy feeding the rich and famous."

"But you'll still be my best friend, won't you Will?" Ben asked
plaintively.

Will laughed.  "I was just kidding, dude.  This won't change anything for
us.  It's only for a couple of days anyway.  But Miguel said they're gonna
hire a couple of assistant chefs and he would give me a permanent job in a
heartbeat.  But I love my job with the twins and would never leave it.  I
love being around you guys all the time.  But still, I can learn a lot in a
couple of days working for Miguel."

"Will," Jason said.  "Don't you think you should call the twins and give
them all the news?"

"Yes, I was just gonna do that, sir."

Eddie pleaded, "Can we listen, bro?"  Will grinned and put the phone on
speaker when he called the twins.  They were with Bob and Randy in their
house and they were on speaker too.

"Hey, kiddo, what's up, "Kyle said.  "We're hearing all kinds of wild
stories down here," Kevin added.

Breathlessly Will poured out the story he had just given to the guys here
and he heard cheering on the phone.  "Will, that is such a great
opportunity," Kevin said.  "A long time ago when Miguel worked at the Ritz
in Laguna he let us work a day with him in their kitchens and it was so
cool.  You're gonna love it.  But listen, kiddo, working at the Ritz
permanently would be a great career move for you, so we would perfectly
understand if you chose to ..."

"Oh no, sir, I never wanna stop working with you guys.  My job there is the
best thing ever happened to me and I never wanna give that up ... please,
sir."

The twins laughed. "We were kinda hoping you'd say that Will.  We couldn't
imagine our kitchen without you.  Hey, Bob wants to tell you all
something."

"Hey guys," came Bob's cheerful voice.  "Here's something you may not know
yet.  Before he came up there Miguel had long conversations with Mario and
me and he's decided to send Finn on a landscape designer course that Mario
recommended.  For a long time Randy and I have wanted to totally
re-landscape the grounds here so Finn will be in charge of that with
Mario's help.  Should give Finn a huge boost in his self-esteem."

They all chatted for a while longer until Bob said, "And now you guys
should get on with your vacation.  We'll see you when you get home."

Randy had the last word, "Hey, are you there Darius?  I just wanna say that
Zack is real proud of the way you've handled everything.  Great job, man.
And Will, with all the bullshit going on there is everyone treating you
OK?"

"Oh yes thank you, sir.  I'm real happy."

"OK, if that changes just say the word and I'll be up there like a shot."

"Thank you, sir, I know you would.  That's why I love you, sir."

All the excitement gave the boys an urge to go surfing.  Darius decided to
join Ben, Will and Eddie as they had brought a total of four surfboards.
"I'm not as good as you guys," Eddie said.  "You might say that as a surfer
I make a great cocksucker."

"That does it," Darius grinned.  "How about it guys?  Between sets we'll
sit on our boards with our dick's hanging out and Eddie can swim around to
us and give us all blowjobs.  You think you can do that, dude?"

"Duh," Eddie said.  "Hell, I could suck cock swinging from a trapeze."

"Now there's a thought," Hassan chuckled.  "Just wait till I get you home,
boy."

Hassan and Jason lay back on the beach and watched as Darius and the three
boys waxed their boards and then bounded into the waves.  Jason sighed,
"Peace at last eh, captain?"

"Mmm ... mustn't get lazy though.  Feel like going for a run?"  At that
moment his cell phone rang.  "Hey, it's Miguel."  As he listened a smile
spread over the soldier's dark, chiseled features.  "OK, man, sounds like a
plan.  Give us twenty minutes."

Hassan shut the phone off and grinned at Jason.  "That's it then, stud.
Let's go jogging."

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

MIGUEL TELLS FINN A STORY

Finn had got back from a quick swim to clean himself off and toweled off
naked on the porch of the shack.  He went in and saw Miguel shut off his
phone.  He didn't ask who he had been speaking to and Miguel didn't say who
it was.

Miguel too was still naked and grinned up at Finn.  "Yeah, that's how I
like my handsome boy – buck naked.  Maybe we should stay this way, go
native.  We'll leave the world behind and live here like beach bums.  Did I
ever tell you that Zack actually lived here for a while like that?  And it
was partly because of me.

"He had just got divorced and was confused about his sexuality.  That's
when we met casually in a bar, we got drunk, staggered to a motel and
... one thing led to another and we fucked – a first for both of us with
a guy.  Afterwards we were both confused and embarrassed. I remember
looking at him and we still wanted each other but couldn't cope with the
man-on-man thing.  So I stumbled out and we didn't see each other for long
time – hadn't even exchanged names.

"Zack had some savings from his job as a construction worker so he chucked
the job and came up here to his shack to veg out – turned his back on
civilization.  As time passed neither one of us could get the other out of
his mind.  We didn't realize it then but we had fallen in love.

"Then by chance Zack met Mark and the boys when they were up here in Mark's
shack and – well, long story short, he ended up in the tribe.  Sometime
later Bob and Randy spent a weekend in the hotel I worked at in Laguna.  We
got talking and I told them my story of the gorgeous black construction
worker I had met and lost.  They put two and two together, told Zack and he
came to the hotel.  I was sitting at the bar by the pool, our eyes met and
bingo!

"Zack had this boy, a gorgeous black kid and I started to look for a boy
too.  Had to be someone special ... a man's boy, built, good-looking, on
the aggressive side.  Hard to find but then I met this real hot kid and
knew I wanted him for my boy.  Name of Finn – tough, defiant, a real
handful.  But I loved him and didn't give up on him and now ..."  He
grinned and held his arms up.  "And now here he is and he's about to throw
himself in my arms."

Which is exactly what Finn did.  They lay on their sides facing each other
and Miguel traced his finger over Finn's face.  `And now I wanna show my
boy off to my buddies, maybe even share him with them a bit, just to prove
how even a macho, pushy young stud can be the perfect boy for a guy like
me. `Course he'd have to be into that. He trusts me and I'd never betray
that trust."

"Sounds kinda hot, sir," Finn grinned.  "As soon as we get home if you
like."

There was a shout from the beach, "Hey amigo.  You in there?"  It was the
unmistakable deep, accented voice of Hassan.

Miguel kissed Finn and smiled.  "Maybe we don't have to wait till we get
home, kiddo."

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

FROM TOP TO BOTTOM

"Come in Hassan, you too Jason."  It fleetingly crossed Finn's mind to
wonder how Miguel knew Jason was there too, but the thought faded as soon
as the door opened and he saw the Marine and the fireman, both barefoot in
swim shorts, their muscular bodies backlit by the sun.

"Well, well, well," Jason chuckled, "what do we have here?  Two naked guys
on a bed.  Looks like we just crashed a party."

"Almost," Miguel smiled.  "We were about ready to go again as you see."  He
slapped his and Finn's cocks, rising up proud as flagpoles.  "Gentlemen, I
want you to meet my new boy Finn."

"Hi, Finn," they said in unison.  Hassan and Jason had been primed in
Miguel's phone call and were both ready to play along with his game.  Finn
had an inkling that something was going on but he wasn't about to complain
about the arrival of two hunks like these.  He had earlier told Miguel how
he had got off watching a wild three-way between Hassan, Jason and Eddie so
whatever these guys had in mind he was more than happy to go with the
flow."

"Looks like you got yourself a tough guy, amigo," Hassan smiled.  "All
those badass tattoos."

"Damn straight," Miguel said putting his arm round Finn's neck.  "You know
me, I like men.  I got a black leather master for a lover and I wanted a
boy with a few rough edges to challenge me.  Finn here was just what I was
looking for.  He was an exclusive top man before he met me, and he still
gives as good as he gets."

"Hm, I dunno," Jason said doubtfully.  "A lot of those leather guys think
S&M means stand and model and that's all they do.  They may look the part
but when you get it on with the so-called tough guys they turn to
marshmallow."

"Here that, Finn?  My buddy Jason here thinks maybe you're just show and
you'll go all vanilla on me.  You wanna prove him wrong?"

"You mean ...?

"Damn if you can top a guy like me, dude, you really are the boy I need."

Finn looked up at Hassan and Jason staring at him in anticipation.  It was
his move.  He smiled at Miguel and kissed him.  "I love you, sir.  You make
me feel like such a stud."

Finn jumped off the bed and stood over him, stroking his cock.  They locked
eyes, sharing the same thoughts as they were about to share their bodies.
"Let's see," Finn growled, "how do I want you?"  He was turning the clock
back to his hustler days and assumed the same dominant tone and pose he
always used to with johns who had picked him up on the street.  They loved
to get fucked by a badass kid like him.  "On your knees, man ... face the
mirror."

Obediently Miguel did as he was told, the alpha musclehunk now subservient
to the boy.  Finn pressed his hand on the back of Miguel's neck and shoved
him roughly forward, on his hands and knees on the bed."  Finn looked at
him in the mirror behind the bed and asked the question he always used to
ask the paying customers.  "What do you want me to do to you, man?"

"I want you to fuck me, boy.  I wanna feel that dick in my ass."

"You asked for it, stud ..."  Finn dropped to his knees behind him.  He
grabbed Miguel's hips, pulled his ass back and plunged his rod deep inside
him.  Miguel's back arched and he howled, "Fuck, not so hard boy."

"Fuck you, man.  I'm calling the shots now ... and you know you want it,
tough guy like you."  He pulled back and rammed his cock in again and again
with increasing strength as the muscular body bucked beneath him and his
rugged face flinched in pain in the mirror."

Miguel stared at the sinewy, tattooed young jock and knew exactly why men
cruising the streets had chosen him and paid good money for this rough sex
and dirty talk.  And he knew beyond doubt that this was the boy for him.
He was finally off the streets, but Miguel loved that the savagery of the
streets was still in him.  More than anything it was the way they looked at
each other, both in perfect sync, wanting the same thing, playing the same
game.

But this was only the start.  Jason, still playing the sceptic, said, "OK
Miguel, you've proved your boy can give as good as he gets.  But can he
take as good as he dishes it out – like right now."

"Try me, man," Finn said over his shoulder.

Kneeling upright Finn was pressing his hands on the small of Miguel's back
as he ramrodded his ass.  Jason knelt on the bed behind Finn, grabbed his
shoulders and drove his rod deep inside him.  Finn howled, more from
euphoria than pain, recalling the image of Jason fucking Hassan while he
ploughed his boy.  He stared at Miguel in the mirror and both had the trace
of a smile in their eyes.

Hassan was not about to be left out of the action.  He stood at the front
of the bed and pulled his cock inches from Miguel's face.  Miguel opened
his mouth in anticipation but Hassan grinned.  "Not you, amigo.  This is
for your boy ... see just how much he can take."

Hassan got on the bed and stood astride Hassan's heaving back facing Finn,
his rigid cock close to Finn's face.  As Finn fucked Miguel while taking it
up the ass from Jason he gave Hassan his bad-boy insolent smile that had
always turned guys on.  "I'm a pro at this, I can take it all.  So give it
to me – let's see what you got, soldier."

"Fuck you boy."  Hassan grabbed Finn's tousled hair and yanked his face
forward, driving his shaft down his throat.  And Finn took it all without
gagging once.

So that was the final tableau of Finn's job interview.  The ex-hustler was
on his knees fucking his master's ass while the muscle-jock fireman
pistoned in his ass and the macho Marine captain fucked his face.  Finn
felt more powerful, more alive at this moment than he had ever felt in his
life.  His life on the streets had equipped him for this.  He knew he was
giving Miguel exactly what he wanted, the raw sexuality a stud like Miguel
craved.

They were united, body and soul, and his spirits soared when Miguel yelled,
"That's my boy, guys.  My Finn.  So let's do it, men.  Now!!"

It was without a doubt the most spectacular orgasm of Finn's life so far as
the fireman blasted jizz in his ass, making his cock erupt deep in his
master's ass while he gulped down the soldier's semen pumping down his
throat.

After he had swallowed every last drop Hassan and Jason at last pulled out
of him.  With semen oozing from his mouth and running down his chin he
smiled down at Miguel.

Miguel grinned.  "That's it, kid, you're hired.  And it's a job for life."

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

PLANNING THE FUTURE

"Totally fucking awesome, guys," Jason said as he pulled on his shorts.
Hassan said, "Finn, my boy, I had my doubts at first, never thought any boy
could give this buddy of mine what he wants.  But damn, you're the one,
kid, the only one.  That was game, set and match – a perfect match.
Congratulations guys.  You found each other at last."

"OK, soldier," Jason laughed, let's go wash off all this jizz in the waves
and leave these guys to drool over each other.  See you up at Mark's shack,
guys, for the celebration."

They left and in their place silence filled the room.  Finn snuggled next
to Miguel and said, "Sir, you didn't mind, did you, that I ...?"

"Finn, don`t worry, it was all perfect, you were perfect.  What I glimpsed
in you that very first day was what came out now in full flower, now that
you got rid of all the hang-ups of the past that were smothering the real
you.  So now let's look to the future – our future together and your new
job – or career, I should say."

"I'm really stoked about that, sir, and I know I can make a go of it.  I
already have lots of ideas for the garden and Mario and me have talked a
lot.  He is such a cool guy.  When he has time – like when Grady is away
on location or something – he comes down to the compound and works in
the garden with Tyler and me.  We all get along real well and, as you know,
sometimes on our break me and Tyler fool around and fuck.

"Tell you the truth, I think Tyler has a crush on Mario and I think he
wants to have sex with him but Mario so far hasn't done anything `cos Tyler
is Pablo's boy.  `Course, like Randy always says, all the guys of the tribe
are so close that guys can fool around with anyone else as long as it stays
in the tribe."

"Yeah, I know that Finn but I would steer clear of Pablo.  He's very
possessive of Tyler and, well, maybe he goes overboard with that master/boy
thing.  And of course he can flare up in a rage all of a sudden, just like
his dad Randy. So Mario is right to steer clear of those rocks where
Pablo's concerned."

Miguel was right.  Which was to become painfully clear when one day Mario
steered too close to the rocks and the wreckage caused waves that engulfed
half the tribe.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 454


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