Date: Wed, 13 May 2020 20:18:59 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 513  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 513
By Rob Williams

Chapter 513 – "DOUBLE-TEAMED BY IDENTICAL TWINS"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

After the big Grady House party is over, calm settles over the tribe's
compound.  Randy, Zack and Miguel take off on a motorbike run to indulge
their leather fantasies, leaving Bob and his handsome identical twins
alone. The twins pledge to take care of their muscle-god master – in
their own special way.  Roles are reversed as the dominant alpha male finds
himself stretched in bondage at the mercy of his own boys.

___________________________________________________________________


<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

The weekend party at the Grady House was in full swing.  The action movie
star Grady and his Italian lover Mario had opened their house to the whole
tribe of men and boys who made sure there was plenty of action.

Grady himself, with a twisted ankle after an accident on his movie set, had
been treated – and fucked – by Doctor Chad, with a large audience
cheering them on.

Soon after that the rugged Arab Marine Hassan had given the same treatment
to the young blond gymnast Tommy – or, specifically, to his perfect
gymnast ass.  They chose to do the deed hidden by trees so they had no
audience ... except that they were surreptitiously filmed by the excitable
young Eddie and the video was shown in the house's screening room to rowdy
acclaim by the whole crowd.

Grady, whose celebrity kept him largely confined inside the tight security
of the large estate, loved being just one of the boys, indulging in gossip
with his much-loved boy Brian.  They were especially engrossed in the
quietly developing friendship of the brawny construction worker Seth and
the handsome, buff fireman Jason.

The two men could not be more different from each other but they struck up
a friendship and bonded like brothers. In doing so they broke a mold
familiar to the tribe.  In this clan of oversexed men the usual scenario
would be two hot men getting together for a late-night drink, talking,
getting intimate, and inevitably one would fuck the other.  After hot sex
they would fall asleep in each other's arms knowing they would have more
sex in the morning – if not before.

But with these men it was different.  They had simply talked late into the
night, sharing their joys and demons, baring their souls and discovering
they had more in common than they had imagined.  They had bonded like
brothers and the thought of sex had not entered their minds.

However, as they relaxed with each other they talked of Jason's narcissism
and began to explore the erotic pleasure of mutual muscle worship.  This,
at last, awakened sexual urges in them and the blond fireman finally
surrendered his ass to the rugged wildman.  But even after that they still
considered themselves just good buddies.  Despite the differences between
them, and whatever the desires of the flesh, they were still brothers under
the skin.

Next morning, the second day of the party, they were late joining the rest
of the guys at the Sunday buffet brunch, and were pounced on by the
wide-eyed Eddie, always hungry for salacious gossip.  But he was somewhat
deflated to find that the story lacked drama, having convinced himself that
the men would be wildly in love with each other by now.

When the two men joined Mario, Grady and Bob who were breakfasting
together, Mario smiled, "Amici, I believe you have ... how you say
... taken the wind out of Eddie's sails?  But I am sure he will quickly
find new, more turbulent waters to sail into and tell us all about it until
he runs out of breath."

Bob laughed.  "Eddie?  Run out of breath?  Never.  But I'm happy to hear
your story, guys.  It's good to be reminded that the deepest relationships
thrive on much more than just great sex."

"Oh, I dunno," Grady said with a roguish sparkle in his eye.  "Given a
choice of great sex or a friendly chat about the weather I know which one
I'd go for."

"As for me," Bob said, "I'm looking forward to some quiet time with the
twins.  Randy, Zack and Miguel are gonna hit the road on their Harleys on a
bike-run out to Uncle Mike and Larry in the desert.  They're taking
advantage of a lull in construction work next week until it cranks up to
full pressure after that.  They like to get away and do their leather thing
once in a while.

"The compound will be fairly empty, though Mark's taking a few days off
work to spend more time with Jamie, so the twins and I will be spending
what's known as `quality time' with them."

"Talking of Jamie," Grady said, "I've gotta get together with him too, once
my foot has healed.  See, in a month or so, after this current movie has
wrapped, I gotta get ready for the new one that's already in
pre-production, the first of a series set mostly on the beach.  I'm
exchanging my Tarzan loincloth for faded red board-shorts as a lifeguard
named Hunter, and the studio wants me to perfect my surfing skills."

"Well, you can't find a better trainer than Jamie," Bob said.  "Should be a
whole lot of fun."

"Never a dull moment," Mario smiled.  "Though maybe that means there will
be less drama in the tribe for a while."  There was a momentary silence as
they all looked at each other, then said in unison, "Nah..."

Grady laughed.  "No drama in this crowd?  Are you fucking kidding?"


========= CHAPTER 513 =========

<><> MAKING POST-PARTY PLANS <><>

On Sunday, the second day of the weekend party at the Grady House, the mood
among the men and boys of the tribe was more mellow than the previous day,
with all its boisterous meet-and-greets and shaking off the tensions of the
workweek.

Overnight their social pleasures of the day became sexual, with much
room-hopping between the many guestrooms.  Several of the junior boys
shared one big room that more or less became the site of a noisy boy-orgy.

So this morning some were nursing hangovers, caused by too much alcohol,
too much sex or too little sleep ... or all three.  They all blearily
straggled down to the much-welcome extensive buffet brunch to replenish
their stomachs and generally chill out.

Like all the meals the day before, this cornucopia of gourmet food had been
cooked and served by the four young chefs - Danny, the Grady House manager
and chef ... the twins Kyle and Kevin, the long-time chefs at the tribe's
main compound ... and the twins' boy, the redheaded, freckle-faced Will.
They had been the only ones to get up early and start work in the kitchen.

The tribe's co-leader Bob, and the Grady House co-host Mario, were sitting
together drinking coffee and discussing the huge effort all the chefs had
put into feeding the tribe.  "I'm really concerned that we are overworking
them," Bob said.  "Oh, I know they love the work, and the kitchen is their
favorite place to be – it's their kingdom, center of the universe.  But
Randy and I are worried that they get so little time off."

"Sono d'accordo, amico," Mario said.  Grady and I were talking about that
very thing last night and decided on a plan.  When the brunch has all been
served the guys will be taking a breather in the kitchen so I'm going to
talk to Danny then.  Perhaps you would like to accompany me."

A short time later the four chefs were indeed taking a break.  They had
opened a bottle of white wine and were sitting round a kitchen table
sipping from glasses, talking about tonight's dinner and trying to work out
how many of the men would be staying – most of them, it seemed.

When Bob and Mario came in the boys started to stand up but Mario waved
them down.  "No, no, amici, enjoy your rest, you have deserved it, heaven
knows. Bob and I did not mean to interrupt you, just wanted to check on how
things are going."

Danny answered for them all.  "Going great, sir.  We already have tonight's
menu and we'll be making a start in an hour or so.  All we need is the
final figure from Brian about how many there will be."

"Yes, he's working on that now.  But boys, you must have a rest before you
start work again.  And that, actually, is something Bob and I want to talk
to you about.  Danny, when this is over and everything is cleared away
things will be much quieter here.  Next week Grady will be resting, and our
only visitor will be Doctor Chad for Grady's therapy on his foot.

So I suggested that he and I re-live our early days together when it was
just us two and I cooked Italian food for him.  Brian will be here to field
the phone calls, take deliveries and so on, but Grady wants him to rest up
with us too – and gossip no doubt.  So Danny, we were thinking you might
like to take time off and relax, maybe with your boyfriend Tommy?"

Danny's face lit up.  "Actually, sir, Doc Steve has suggested that Tommy
take a break from his duties too as he has worked so hard up here.  Steve
came up with an idea.  You know that their little guesthouse is unoccupied
right now after being renovated and re-furnished.  Well, Steve wondered if
Tommy would like to invite me up for the week and hang out in the
guesthouse, just us two together.  We would love to do that."

"Perfetto," Mario beamed.  "It all works out splendidly."

Bob took over from there and addressed Kyle, Kevin and Will.  "And you
three guys also need a rest – in fact, I'm insisting on it.  Next week
as you know, work on the construction sites will be minimal as they are
waiting for the last permits to be issued, and then everything will crank
up again.  There will be only a small crew supervised by Seth and Darius
because, as you know, Randy, Zak and Miguel are going on a motorbike-run
out to Uncle Mike's house, to indulge their leather lusts among other
things.

"All this means that the compound will be very quiet, and the kitchen
workload will be much less than usual.  So I'm suggesting that the twins
take a break first and leave Will in charge, and after that Will can take
his break.  Kyle, Kevin, we could go away somewhere if you like ..."

The twins smiled and Kyle said, "We're way ahead of you, sir, we have
already talked about that. With Randy away we would rather like to take
care of you, sir, just the three of us in your house."  Kevin added, "Call
it a mini-vacation ... or what's known these days as a `staycation.'"

"I would absolutely go for that," Bob smiled.  "With everything that's been
going on lately I have neglected you and it would be great for me to get
re-acquainted with my boys.  But Will, that would leave you alone in the
kitchen and in your apartment and I worry ..."

"No need to worry, sir," Will grinned, `cos I have plans too.  For weeks
now my pal Ben has been asking me to teach him how to create decent meals
so he can cook for his master Jason.  And Pablo's boy Tyler wants to learn
too so he and Finn can sometimes cook for their guys."

"But wouldn't that cut into your catering work, as they usually hire you to
do that?"

"Sir, I have so many catering requests that I have to turn a lot down.  It
would take the pressure off me.  Oh, and there's another thing.  My dad
Seth would like me to spend some time with him in his house next door.  So
I could spend the nights with him there and have Ben and Tyler as my
kitchen assistants during the day.  It would be fun."

Bob exchanged smiles with Mario, then said, "Well, you boys do seem to have
everything worked out, don't you?  What do you need me for?"

"Sir," Kevin said, "we need you to take care of.  We have all sorts of
plans."

Mario grinned at Bob.  Amico, in Italy we say, `Fai attenzione a causa
desideri' – `Be careful what you wish for'."

<><> THE PARTY'S OVER <><>

Having spent so much energy yesterday – physically, socially, sexually
and vocally – the tribe's mood now was much more subdued as the men and
boys mellowed out after brunch.  A lot of them lay on the grass,
individually, in couples or in groups, snoozing or taking in the sun.

Actually this was Mario's favorite part of the party when the men were all
sated and totally relaxed, many flat on their backs – so many that they
covered the extensive lawn.  As elegant Mario walked carefully among the
bodies tending to their needs, Grady said jokingly to Bob, "Looks just like
Scarlett O'Hara picking her way through the wounded on the battlefield of
Atlanta."

Bob chuckled.  "Except that none of these men are wounded – only very,
very happy."

Their contentment continued throughout the lazy afternoon, and the
early-evening dinner was almost civilized, with fewer raised voices and
better table manners from the boys, Bob was pleased to note.

The designated drivers held back on the wine as everyone was due to hit the
road for home after dinner.  Most of them had work the next day, except for
the construction bosses Randy and Zack, and Zack's lover Miguel.  Those
three would be setting out early for the ride to Palm Springs on their
Harleys.

The farewells were bittersweet, the guests' heartfelt thanks mingled with
regret that the terrific party had to end.  One last time Randy voiced the
thanks of everyone to the chefs and the boys who had all worked so hard to
keep the festivities on track.

Doctor Chad was the only one coming back the next day for his daily therapy
session with Grady, who by now had pretty much abandoned his wheelchair for
crutches as his foot was already on the mend.

As the cop Mark left with his surfer boy Jamie, Jamie said, "Hey, doc, make
sure that foot is good to go soon `cos we gotta start Grady's surfing
lessons, get him in shape for his next movie as the King of the Beach
rather than King of the Jungle.  I already saw the first promo online.  It
said `Get Ready For Hunter', with a picture of Grady on a surfboard,
looking spectacular as a lifeguard in faded red board-shorts."

"Yeah," Grady said bashfully, "they photo-shopped that.  They've already
started promoting it and it's still only in pre-production.  They're
expecting big things from the movie, makes me nervous.  Next come the
interviews and photo-shoots, and I'll hardly have time to change out of
Tarzan's loincloth and into Hunter's boardies."

Randy shook Grady's hand and said, "Which means we gotta step up our
morning gym-sessions, dude.  Gotta look in primo condition to become the
world's favorite lifeguard.  Can't photo-shop real life."

"I'd much rather be just one of the guys, like this weekend, gossiping with
my boy Brian here," ruffling Brian's hair.  "I wanna be anonymous."

"I'm afraid that ship has sailed, amico," Mario smiled.  "But don't worry,
we'll take good care of you here as usual and I'll be sharing your bed
which, as you Americans say, ain't too shabby."

"And you and me can still gossip, sir," Brian said.  "You'll be wanting me
to tell you all about the goings-on in the tribe's compound, and Danny and
Tommy at Steve's house, and the leather guys out in the desert."

"I sure will, kiddo, starting tonight with your predictions.  You're good
at that, so you better bunk in with Mario and me, OK, Mario?"

Mario smiled, "A whole week alone with my two handsome men – Grady and
Brian?  Plus my Italian cooking.  Paradiso."

<><> ROOM SERVICE <><>

Next morning the action began early at the tribe's compound with the
departure of Randy, Zack and Miguel on their bike-run to the Palm Springs
home of Uncle Mike and his boy Larry in the desert.

A small crowd had gathered at the gate to see them off, including Eddie
with his ever-present camera recording the whole scene.  The men were in
their biker gear – black leather chaps over their jeans, Randy
shirtless, Zack in a tattered old gray tank-top and Miguel in a leather
vest flapping open over his chest.

Randy did a final check with Seth, Darius and Pablo to make sure they could
manage the construction sites, where there would be minimal work this week
anyway.  Then he had a special moment with Bob, the twins and Will.  "I
hate to leave you, buddy," he said pulling his lover into a tight hug. "If
you have any trouble just call me and I'll come right back."

"Randy, go and enjoy, I'll have no trouble.  I have backup from the twins
and Will here."

"Be careful you take good care of my man, you guys," Randy said to the
twins.

"Oh, we plan to, sir," Kyle said.  Kevin added, "We'll give him everything
he needs, sir.  And we do know what he needs."  The twins exchanged
conspiratorial glances and Randy could only guess at their meaning.  The
men straddled their bikes, kick-started them and, with a roar of engines
sped off in a cloud of dust.

Seth, Darius and Pablo took off for the construction site, and Will took
Ben, Tyler and Finn to the kitchen to assist him in cooking breakfast for
the guys who remained in the compound.

The twins accompanied Bob to his and Randy's house, now commonly known as
the Boss House.  When they got upstairs Bob turned to them and smiled, "So,
the start of our vacation-at-home week.  I hate that modern word
`staycation' but I guess that's what it is.  Maybe I should just check with
Jamie, Brandon and Ryan in the office to make sure they can cope with ..."

"Not necessary, sir," Kyle said.  "We already spoke to them and they said
they're totally cool, especially as work has slowed down at the sites.
They promised to call you if they get stuck."

"OK," Bob said uncertainly.  "But I will just check a couple of things ..."
He sat at his desk and opened his laptop but Kevin closed it gently but
firmly.  "Sir, Randy made us promise we would take good care of you."  Kyle
grinned, "And this is us taking care of you."

They were interrupted by a tap on the door and Will came in wearing his
green apron, his red hair poking out from under his chef's hat.  "Sorry to
interrupt, sirs, but I came to get your lunch order.  I assume the three of
you would prefer a quiet lunch up here, so what would you like?"

He pulled a small pad from his apron pocket and took a pen from behind his
ear, like a waiter.  Bob smiled, "Actually what I would like most of all
right now is a hug from you, kiddo.  Come here."  He opened his arms, Will
put his pad and pencil away and walked into Bob's arms.  "There, always
good to start a vacation with a hug.  Now, as for lunch, I think we'll
leave the choice to you, eh guys?  Something light, and a nice bottle of
your best Chardonnay."

"Thank you, sir.  Around one o'clock be OK?"

"Perfect," Bob said, "but make sure the other guys down there are served
first."

"No problem, sir.  I've got three assistants helping me.  I'll soon whip
them into shape."

After he left Bob chuckled, "He will too.  Guys you found just about the
finest boy you could have.  He never ceases to impress.

From then on the three guys relaxed and began to ease themselves into a
vacation frame of mind.  For all of them it was hard to leave work behind
and delegate it to others, but by the time lunch was served they weren't
even waiting for the phone to ring.  And if it had they would have let it
go to voicemail.

The door opened and Will and Ben came in wheeling a food cart.  Bob smiled
at the young gypsy smartly turned out in a dark green apron and chef's
hat. "Well don't you look quite the professional, Ben?"  Ben blushed and
spread a cloth over a small table and set it for lunch.

After the food was served Will said.  "Bon appetit, sirs.  Just call if you
need anything else, or if we've forgotten something."

"You, forget something?  Never," Kyle grinned.  "It's like room-service in
a five-star hotel."

Bob and his boys sat and toasted each other with the Chardonnay.  "To
staycations," Bob said.  "Not such a bad word after all."

<><> THE TWINS TAKE CARE OF THEIR MASTER <><>

Any remaining edges of stress were eliminated by good food and wine,
relaxed company and animated conversation.  They eased into the
conversation with talk about the tribe and a rehash of yesterday's party at
the Grady House.  Then gradually they slid into more personal topics –
Bob's love for Randy, and the twins' deep affection for their boy Will.

In the end they found themselves going over the history of their own
relationship, ever since Bob had saved the twins from being criminally
charged for auto theft by the cop Mark, and Bob's subsequent offer for them
to become his boys.  Talk of their past inevitably included their sexual
exploits together, and as they recalled and described the wilder sex games,
their cocks stiffened in their pants under the table.

Then the table was whisked away.  When the three of them had eaten their
fill, Will and Tyler came in, lifted the table and carried it to the food
cart which they loaded and wheeled to the door.  Will looked back over his
shoulder and smiled at Bob.  "Have a pleasant afternoon, sir.  The twins
will take good care of you – that was Randy's order, as I recall.  I'll
put a Do Not Disturb sign on the door."

Bob gave the twins a quizzical look.  "What did he mean by that?  Have you
guys been talking to him about us?"

"Er, we may have said a word or two ..." Kyle said.  "... and he probably
made a suggestion or two," Kevin added.  After all, sir, you told us we
should share everything with our boy, as you do with us."

"That's right," Bob grinned, "turn it all back on me.  So what plots did
you and Will hatch up between you?"

"Us, hatch plots?  Never, sir."  Kyle grinned at Kevin. "We mostly just
follow our instincts."  "And our impulses," Kevin added.

"Really?  And what are your impulses urging you to do right now?"

"Jump your bones, sir," they said in unison.

"Hmm, don't mince your words, do you?"

"Another thing you taught us, sir – to say what's on our minds.  Or in
this case what's in our pants – two pretty big boners."

Bob feigned shock.  "Heavens to Betsy, not sex – surely not."

"You mean you don't have an erection sir ... maybe semi?"

"Guys," Bob laughed, "it's not like you two to beat around the bush.  Let's
cut to the chase here."

"Very well sir, you asked for it," Kevin said.  But remember what Mario
said?  Something like `Fai attenzione a causa desideri', as I recall.

"It means `Be careful what you wish for'," Kyle explained.

"I know what it means, I don't need a translation.  So go for it, guys.  Do
your worst."

The twins smiled at each other – playtime!  "Please stand up, sir."

Obediently Bob got to his feet.  He loved the twins in this mood – their
playfulness even made his dick harder.  He was wearing jeans, loafers with
no socks, and a loose, pale blue linen shirt.

The twins kissed him lightly on both cheeks and Kyle asked Kevin "Me
first?"  Kevin nodded. Kyle stood in front of Bob and, gazing into his
eyes, slowly unbuttoned his shirt all the way down.  He pushed it back off
his shoulders and if fell to the floor.

The brothers gazed longingly at the ripped torso of their master, stripped
to the waist.  They ran their hands over his solid pecs, then bent down and
lightly bit his nipples.  Bob sighed deeply, put his hands behind their
heads and pressed their faces into his chest.

When the twins pulled back they smiled at each other and kissed right in
front of Bob's face.  Watching the brothers making love to each other was
always a huge turn-on for Bob, and now was no exception as his cock swelled
in his jeans.

The twins dropped to their knees and slid the loafers off Bob's feet.
Kevin said, "My turn this time."  He reached up and slowly unbuttoned Bob's
jeans.  Both boys pulled them down his legs and he stepped out of them.
They gazed up at their stunning master, with his dark, square-jawed
features and the sculpted body of Superman, his long, iron-hard dick
clearly etched under his white boxer briefs.

The brothers worshipped the man who had long ago saved them from threats to
separate them, and now they began to worship his body.  He looked down at
his beautiful identical twins as they licked his feet, then his shins, his
thighs and finally the hard bulge in his boxers.  He sighed again as their
mouths joined over the bulge, breathing warm air over it that almost made
him cum.  But they pulled back just in time, setting the pattern of
bringing him to the edge but then denying his climax.

They got to their feet, pulled their near-naked master to the bed and
gently but firmly pushed him onto it.  He fell on his back, and stretched
out luxuriously on the bed, expecting them both to work on him – but he
was disappointed.

Instead, standing at the foot of the bed, they turned their attention to
each other, both identically dressed in white shorts and T-shirts and
sneakers.  In perfect unison each boy reached forward and pulled his
brother's shirt off over his head.

They smiled and stroked each other's chest, as they had done to Bob, then
pressed against each other in another passionate kiss.  It was such an
erotic sight that Bob, gazing up at them from the bed, reached down and
stroked the bulge in his shorts.  But the boys pulled apart, looked at him
disapprovingly and shook their heads.

"Oh no," Kyle said, "we can't have that, eh Kevin?"

"Definitely not," his brother replied.  "You know what we have to do."  And
they got to work.

<><> THE MASTER GETS DOUBLE-TEAMED <><>

The twins pulled Bob's arms up to the bedposts and tied his wrists to them,
using the ropes Randy always left round the bedposts for his own sex games
with his lover.  Bob could have protested, of course, but the fantasy of
being a captive of the athletic, shirtless jocks was too erotic to resist
and he quietly surrendered to them.

They pulled down his boxers and his cock snapped to attention, proud as a
flagpole.  They stared down at the naked superman, at his shredded physique
as he tugged at the ropes in a token effort to escape.  Kevin said to his
brother, "Legs too, you think?"

"Yeah, we better.  He's got a nasty kick when roused."

"And we're sure gonna rouse him."

They tied his ankles to the bottom bedposts then stood back and admired the
spectacle of their master, the virile leader of the tribe, splayed out on
the bed.  It was a homoerotic image – a naked muscle-god stretched in
bondage like prisoner on a diagonal Saint Andrew's cross, staring defiantly
at his captors waiting for them to go to work on his magnificent body.

But once more he was disappointed as the twins again turned their attention
to each other and took up where they had left off.  They pulled open each
other's shorts and let them drop, along with their briefs, and smiled as
they fondled each other's cock.  Kevin fell to his knees and kissed his
brother's cock ... then swallowed it deep down his throat.

Lying helpless on the bed Bob turned his head and looked at the
floor-length wall mirror.  Again he struggled to get fee, moaning, "No
... guys, no ... let me touch my cock.  You look so fucking hot, I gotta
cum."

But he was completely ignored as the twins were now deeply into each other.
Kyle was fucking Kevin's face and Bob was sure he would cum in his
brother's mouth.  Again they surprised him as Kevin yanked his head back
off Kyle's cock and Kyle pulled him to his feet.  He turned Kevin around,
grabbed his wrists and pushed his arms up behind his back in a double
hammerlock. Standing behind him, clamping him in the tight wrestler's hold,
Kyle plunged his wet rod in his brother's ass.

Bob strained mightily against his ropes at the spectacle of the handsome
young jock fucking his helpless twin.  The urge to grab his own cock and
jerk off was overwhelming but the twins had tied him tight, applying the
bondage skills Randy had taught them.  When they had tied him up he knew
for certain they would never hurt him.  At least not physically.  What he
had overlooked was the pleasure they took in tormenting him, torturing his
mind if not his body.

All he could do was plead.  "Guys, please don't cum ... not yet.  You two
are so fucking hot ... I wanna touch you, and touch my cock.  Please, guys
..."

The desperate pleading of the once-dominant alpha male finally penetrated
the twins' single-minded focus on each other and Kyle pulled his cock out
of his brother's ass.  They stood at the foot of the bed, pre-cum oozing
from both their cocks and stared down at their captive with taunting smiles
on their faces.  As always they spoke in turn.

Kevin: "Oh, you're still there, sir."

Kyle: "We just tied you up and forgot about you.  We didn't want you to
interrupt us."

Kevin: "Hey, look at that boner he's got, Kyle.  There's pre-cum running
down the head."

Kyle: "Yeah, I'd say he's hot to trot.  But can we trust him?"

Kevin: "Nah, tough top-man like him, if we untie him he'd fuck both our
asses."

Kyle: "Think that's what he wants?"

Kevin: "Dunno, let's ask him. That's some boner you got there, man.  What
d'you wanna do about it?"

Bob pulled at his ropes in frustration but knew resistance was useless.
And he knew only one thing would satisfy these boys – and himself too,
he had to admit.  So he replied, "I ... I want you to fuck me.  I need a
dick in my ass."

Kyle: "Wow, did you hear that, bro?  Superman is tied down to the bed and
begging for cock ... he wants to get butt-fucked.  You feel like
double-teaming him?"

Kevin: `Sure, why not?  Safe to untie his legs.  If he starts kicking we'll
just tie them back down and leave him there for the rest of the day."

So the twins untied his ankles, freeing his legs.  Kyle picked his shorts
up off the floor and pulled a coin from his pocket.  "We'll toss for
first."  Bob's cock oozed more pre-cum as he gave in to the fantasy of
being tied down at the mercy of the two identical young muscle-jocks who
were tossing a coin to see who got the first crack at his ass.

Kyle tossed and Kevin called "Tails."  Kyle looked at the coin and smiled.
"Heads it is.  The head of my cock and superman's tail.  Good thing it's
still lubed up after fucking your butt, bro.  OK, get him ready."

Kevin went to the head of the bed, leaned far forward over the bound body,
grabbed his legs and pulled them back, offering their master's ass to his
brother.  Kyle gazed down at it and moaned, "Damn, will you look at that
hot ass!  I gotta get me a taste of that."

He knelt down and buried his face in Bob's ass, massaging the sphincter
with his tongue and hearing Bob groan.  Still standing behind Bob's head
Kevin watched his brother eat him out.  "That what you wanted, man?  Tell
us ..."

Growing wild with frustration Bob groaned, "I wanna get fucked.  I want
your dick in my ass."

Kyle pulled his head back from his ass and grinned, "Oh is that what you
want?  You should a' said so.  No problem."  Kyle stood on the floor at the
foot of the bed, reached up and closed his hands round Kevin's that were
gripping Bob's ankles.  Kyle's body was arched over Bob, his cock pointing
straight at his ass.  His hips drove forward and his rod plunged deep in
his ass."

"Aaagh! ... fuck yeah.  Man that feels ... yeah, fuck that ass, man.
Aaagh!"

His shouts echoed round the room and Kyle said, "Damn, he's gonna bust my
eardrums.  Can you shut him up, bro?"

"No problem, dude."  Still standing behind Bob's head, still leaning
forward gripping his ankles, Kevin's cock pointed down at his face.  He
lowered his hips ... and pushed his cock into the open, howling mouth.
Pinned to the bed, penetrated at both ends, Bob caught a glimpse in the
mirror of the symmetrical tableau – two identical brothers standing at
opposite ends of the bed and leaning over him, their arms stretched up
holding his ankles, their hips rising and falling over him, one fucking his
ass, the other his mouth.

His own cock was pulsing hard but he held back his orgasm, waiting for them
to cum inside him.  But once again they frustrated his desires, as the dual
fuck went on and on, driving him wild with lust but denying his orgasm.
The twins smiled at each other, reading each other's thoughts.  "You ready
for the big finish, dude?"

"Yeah, let's put him out of his misery."

Kevin pulled out of his mouth and left Kyle to continue pushing his legs
back and fucking his ass.  Then Bob saw Kevin's face appear over his
brother's shoulder, both smiling down at him.  He saw Kyle wince and
realized that his brother, kneeling behind him, had entered his ass

In perfect sync Kevin fucked his twin while Kyle fucked their master.  As
Bob looked up at their handsome faces side by side it was as if they were
both fucking him.  Then Kyle twisted his head round and kissed his brother
... and fucked harder.  The visual and sexual sensation was overwhelming
and the captive's muscles bulged as he struggled uselessly, desperate to
touch his own cock.

He stared up at the beautiful brothers kissing passionately as they fucked
faster and faster, building to their climax.  Their bodies were heaving and
they moaned into each other's mouth as their cocks erupted at long last,
one inside his brother, the other in the ass of their master, powerful
orgasms that seemed to go on forever.

But when at last their cocks had drained the twins quickly pulled out, got
off the bed and untied Bob's wrists.  They went and knelt on the floor side
by side, their backs to the mirror.  Free at last Bob got off the bed and
stretched his aching body.  Looking down at the twins he knew what they
wanted.  He stood in front of them and smiled at their eager upturned
faces.

"So," Bob grinned, "is that what you meant when you told Randy you would
take care of me?"

"Yes, sir," they said in unison.  And Kevin added.  "Now we want you to
take care of us, sir."

"And I don't need to ask you how," Bob grinned, stroking his cock.  "God, I
love you two.  So damn beautiful, and so hot in bed.  OK, I guess you've
earned this."  Bob looked in the mirror at himself, at his own handsome
square-cut features and his naked body, his muscles pumped after straining
in bondage.  Then he looked down at his expectant boys."

They raised their faces, their mouths open, like chicks in a nest, staring
up at the naked superman who pounded his cock until all the pent up semen
that had been straining so long for release blasted out and splashed down
onto their faces – their foreheads, eyes, cheeks and into their mouths.

They gulped it down thirstily and then, with jizz running down their chins,
they stood up and embraced Bob in a three-way kiss lubricated by the
bitter-sweet juice of their master.  Bob pulled them over to the bed and
they fell on it together in a tangle of limbs.  When at last their heavy
breathing subsided and they lay on their backs, Bob laughed, "Damn, I think
I'm gonna enjoy this vacation.  Happy Holidays, boys."

<><> WILL'S HUNCH <><>

They dozed together for a while to recuperate and stirred when they heard a
knock on the door.  It was Will.  "Just dropped by to see if you need
anything, sirs?  Coffee, drinks, snacks?"

"`Coffee tea or me', eh, kiddo?" Bob laughed.  "We'll choose you.  Get your
ass over here and tell us what's going on in the outside world."

Will approached and they pulled him onto the bed with them.  "Everything
going OK out there, Will?" Kevin asked.

"All hunky-dory, sir.  Pretty slow, actually, like everyone's taking a
breather between the Grady party and when the heavy lifting starts up again
next week.  The guys in the office are fine and Ben and Tyler are doing
great in the kitchen.  I'm starting them out with simple meals first, and
maybe get into the gourmet stuff later.

"Oh, and by the way, Mark didn't want to interrupt you before he went to
work, but he wants to know if you three would like to have dinner with him
and Jamie in their apartment this evening."

"Sounds great," Bob said.  "I'll give him a call.  Any word from the biker
gang or is it too soon?"

"Actually, sir, Darius got a call from Zack, some work thing he needed to
remind him about.  And he told him their plans.  When they get to Palm
Springs they're gonna go straight to Uncle Mike's bar `cos Mike and Larry
will be working the lunchtime crowd."

"Anything else?"

"Well, something about going out to Hassan's little house way out there in
the wilds of the desert, to check it out."

"More likely check out that dungeon he's got out there in the basement,"
Kyle grinned.  "I'd like to be a fly on those black walls watching Randy,
Zack and Miguel get down and dirty."

"Me too," said Kevin.  "Three hunky leathermen in a desert dungeon –
like the start of a porn movie."

Will frowned in thought.  "You wanna know what I think?"

"Duh!" Bob laughed.  "We always wanna know what you think, kiddo, `cos
you're usually right.  Come on, dude.  Spill."

"Well, it's just a hunch, sir, but I think the action might start before
they even get there.  You know how horny those guys get, with those bikes
throbbing between their legs.  So, they all know that remote place halfway
to the desert where Mark and Jamie always make a pit-stop, and Mark fucks
Jamie over the tailgate of the truck."

"Ah, so you've put two and two together and come up with three – three
guys getting their rocks off together.  You could be right."

"I ran the idea by Eddie, and he's sure they'll stop there and fuck."

"Well of course he does," Kyle said.  "Eddie's always cooking up one
fantasy or another.  He'd have the guys swinging from the trees, except the
desert is short on trees."

"That wouldn't stop Eddie," Kevin laughed.  "But now I think about it,
Will, you may be right."

"Either way," Bob said, "it won't be long before it's all up on the
grapevine.  Zack will tell Darius, Darius will tell motor-mouth Eddie, and
we're off to the races."

<><> SHORT STRAW LOSES <><>

Bob was correct when he said Will was usually right – and it was about
to be proved in the semi-desert scrub halfway to Palm Springs.  On the 10
Freeway more than a few heads in cars turned to look as the three
musclehunk bikers sped by – the shirtless Randy in the lead, followed by
the black leather-master Zack in a gray tank-top, then the handsome
Hispanic Miguel, his leather vest flying back off his chest in the wind.

"Whether by prior agreement or on impulse, Randy careened down the freeway
off-ramp onto the small gravel road that led a couple of miles into the
wilderness to a cluster of stunted trees that hid them from the distant
road.  They were alone – no signs of life for miles around.

As Will had predicted they were rampantly horny.  From the start the three
alpha males were high on adrenaline and testosterone and the roar of the
bikes beneath them had given them all massive boners.  Time to get their
rocks off, then hit the road again.  They pulled up beside each other and
swung themselves off their bikes.

Randy was all business.  He picked three twigs off a sage bush, two the
same length and one shorter. He rolled them in his palms, then held them up
in his fist with only the ends showing.  "Short stick loses, guy gets
thrown across his bike and butt-fucked by the other two, agreed?"

"Agreed," Zack and Miguel chorused.  They each drew a stick and displayed
them.

"Damn," one of them said.  He stood behind his bike and bent forward over
the saddle, his chest on the gas tank.  He reached up, gripped the
handlebars tight and braced himself.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 514


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