Date: Thu, 5 Jan 2012 02:53:34 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trail Of Strength - Part 63  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 63
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER Steve fucks Mark's boy Jamie and gets punished.
Handcuffed, the naked muscle-stud begs the handsome uniformed cop.
"Please, man.  Not my ass.  I've never done anything like that.  I can't
take another guy's dick in my ass."  Later, Mark proves dramatically to
Jamie that, despite everything, he is still his boy.  "Jamie gazed into his
master's eyes and realized what was happening to him.  He was being
branded!"

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Part 63

Steve was fucking Mark's boy.  It was a crazy thing to do, but he was not
thinking straight ... he wasn't thinking at all.  His lust had overwhelmed
all restraint and inhibition.

The night before, the beautiful, macho stud, who looked exactly like Randy,
had been introduced for the first time to the mind-blowing experience of
sex with men.  After incredible sex with Randy and Bob his fantasies had
been unleashed and now here he was, the next afternoon, alone with the
virile young Jamie.

They were lying on the grass, naked after a swim, and Steve had asked Jamie
a question that had been obsessing him.  "I really want to know how it
feels to put my cock in a guy's ass.  Can you help me out there?  Can I
... do it to you?  Just for a minute to see how it feels?"

The question had stunned Jamie.  "Oh, sir.  I dunno, sir.  I wouldn't mind
it... wouldn't mind at all.  I mean, you're very beautiful, sir.  But I'd
have to clear it with Mark.  He'll be off work soon."  He frowned as his
mind recalled the words of his master the cop.  "Then again, he did tell me
to take good care of you sir, to give you whatever you wanted.  So maybe
... I suppose ... you said just for a minute, sir?"

Soon, for the first time in his life, Steve was fucking the ass of a man,
and he was electrified by the sensation.  "Tell me how it feels, Jamie.
Tell me what my cock feels like inside you.  I want to know just how it
feels to have a man's dick inside you."

But Jamie didn't respond.  Instead, he was looking with horror over Steve's
shoulder.  He began to whimper, with increasing desperation ... "No, no,
NO!"

Steve turned his head to look in the direction of Jamie's gaze ... and
reality crashed in on him.  Behind them stood a cop in full, black uniform,
legs astride, arms at his sides, fists clenched.  It was Mark, and the
expression on his handsome, Nordic blond face was as hard as stone.

He looked first at Jamie.  "You ... get out of here."  Jamie grabbed his
shorts and ran for the gate.  Steve stood before the cop, frozen like a
statue ... and waited.

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

Their concentration was so intense that, despite the heavy silence, neither
man heard the truck pull up outside.  Darius had picked Pablo up from work
and as they got out of the truck they were almost knocked over by Jamie who
rushed past them, barefoot, wearing only surfer shorts.

They gazed after him as he ran down the hill, then they opened the gate
quietly to see what had caused his sudden flight.  It took a split second
to realize that something major was going down.  Without a word Darius
grabbed Pablo's wrist and pulled him out of sight behind the house.  They
ran round the back, through the back door of their house and upstairs to
their bedroom.

They stood at the window and looked down into the garden.  They had a
perfect view.  Their jaws dropped as they took in the scene ... the
uniformed cop standing menacingly, fists clenched, in front of the naked,
terrified Steve.

Pablo whispered anxiously, "Dude, we shouldn't be here.  We shouldn't watch
this.  Come away from the window."

"Are you crazy?" Darius hissed.  "It's not every day of the week you get to
see stuff like this.  This is gonna be awesome, dude.  Here, I'll just open
the window a crack so we can hear."

Pablo too was transfixed by the scene but still protested.  "I still say we
shouldn't watch."

"Look," Darius said in exasperation.  "Randy's gonna want to know what went
down here, so we're just witnesses and we'll report back to him.  Got it?"

"Well," Pablo said dubiously.  "If you put it like that ..."

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

The next few minutes were a blur for Steve.  Mark suddenly made his move,
smashing his fist into Steve's jaw, sending him sprawling on the ground.
The cop dragged the stunned, naked man across the lawn to a tree, pulled
his arms upward and handcuff them around the tree.  Mark's muscles flexed
in anger as he gazed down at the helpless stud at his feet.  Finally he
spoke.

"What was it you asked my boy just now?  Let's see now ...`Tell me what my
cock feels like inside you.  I want to know just how it feels to have a
man's dick inside you'."  Mark smiled grimly.  "Well that's real simple,
Steve.  I don't have to tell you.  See, I'm gonna show you how it feels.
You're gonna find out just how it feels."

The muscle stud pulled frantically at the handcuffs round his wrists.  His
eyes widened in horror as he looked up at the towering cop, and he screamed
a long, echoing, "NO!"

Upstairs Darius whispered to Pablo, "Totally awesome, dude.  He's gonna
fuck him.  Steve must've fucked Jamie and that's why he ran away.  Look,
look ..."

Mark was still gazing down at Steve in silence, prolonging the man's
terror.  Steve pulled against the handcuffs and began to reason, to plead.
"Please, man.  Don't do this.  Just let me go and none of you will ever see
me again.  I was wrong ... what I did was inexcusable, crazy."  He
swallowed hard, in mounting desperation.  "But you've gotta know, it was
not Jamie's fault.  I persuaded him.  He wanted to ask your permission but
I talked him into doing it.  Please let me go, man."

It was as if Mark hadn't heard a word.  His hand went down to his bulging
crotch and he began to unzip his pants.  Steve gazed up at him in terror.

"No, man, please.  Punish me, beat me ... but not that.  Not my ass.  I
can't take that ... no way!"

But Mark was moving to a beat of his own.  He was seeing Steve but not
hearing him.  And in his mind he saw the agonizing picture of Steve fucking
his boy.  Silently he dropped to his knees, grabbed Steve's ankles and
pushed his legs backward.  He spoke with a mix of anger and sadness.

"Is this how you did it to Jamie, Steve?  You looked down at his ass and
grabbed your cock like this?"  Mark pulled his own cock from inside his
pants.  What made it rock hard was the sight of this helpless bodybuilder,
coupled with the blazing image of what the man had done to his boy.

"Then what did you do, Steve?  Did you press the head of you cock against
his beautiful young ass?  Like this?  Did he look up at you scared?"

Steve was shaking with fear.  He pulled helplessly against the handcuffs
and pleaded again in desperation.  "Please, man.  Not my ass.  I've never
done anything like that.  I can't take another guy's dick in my ass.  Do
anything to me.  Not that.  I'm begging you, man."

Mark's voice grew harder.  "Is that how he begged you?  Is that how my boy
begged you not to fuck him?"

"No, it wasn't like that ..."

Mark wasn't listening.  "But you didn't care, did you Steve?  You needed to
be inside the hot young stud.  So you did this ..."  He clenched his jaw,
his eyes blazed and he plunged his cock deep inside the virgin ass.  The
screams of the naked prisoner echoed round the hills.

"Wow!"  Darius and Pablo flinched at the upstairs window.  They could
hardly believe what they were seeing.  The uniformed cop was magnificent,
kneeling before the naked bodybuilder whose whole body was arching and
flexing in pain that radiated from his tortured ass throughout his body.
His arms were stretched tight above him, his biceps bulging as he pulled
frantically at his wrists, handcuffed round the tree.

It was like his muscular body was being stretched on the rack as it was
tortured by the god-like cop.  His face was twisted in pain, eyes screwed
shut, screams exploding from his mouth as he felt the iron rod plunge deep
into his gut.  Mark looked down with satisfaction at his tortured captive.
He pulled his cock back then plunged it again deep into the burning hole,
empowered by the renewed screams that erupted from his mouth.

The cop smiled as his shaft started to piston in and out of the ravaged
ass.  "That's it, asshole.  You wanted to know how it feels to have a man's
dick inside you.  Well now you know.  Now you know how my boy felt when you
fucked his ass ... the ass that belongs to me.  Man, I'm gonna enjoy
hurting you.  You're gonna really feel this man's dick inside you,
shithead."

Steve was drifting into a state of near-oblivion as pain racked his body.
The only sensation he had was the agony in his ass as the piston plunged in
and out.  He was aware of nothing else ... until he opened his eyes.  In
his delirium he saw the incredibly beautiful cop, the blond muscle-god in a
black uniform.  Steve started to hallucinate, watching in awe as the body
rose and fell against him, and he felt the rough serge of the pants thud
against his ass.  Mark's exertion had loosened the buttons of his shirt
that was now open almost to the waist, revealing a sweat-soaked white
T-shirt clinging to the hard muscles of his chest.

The day was still furnace hot and both bodies were running with sweat.
Mark's shirt was wringing wet and he said breathlessly, "About time to get
serious about this, man.  Time to strip for action.  Letting go of Steve's
ankles Mark quickly pulled off his black shirt then yanked his white
T-shirt over his head.  He grabbed the legs again, behind the knees, and
forced them hard down to the ground, so the ass arched upward.  He growled
down at the agonized face.

"Time for you to know how it feels to be ass-fucked by a real man, Steve.
I'm gonna rip you open."  The pounding rhythm increased ... but the pain
lessened.  Instead, Steve was hypnotized by the sight of this incredible
cop, stripped to the waist, his beautiful naked torso streaming with sweat
that poured down onto him.  He saw the body pounding against him again and
again, and felt the exquisite, rasping heat in his ass.

The man was stunning, glorious ... and he was inside him!  This muscular
shirtless cop had tied him up and was fucking his ass, was punishing him,
dominating him.  Steve was electrified by the desire to give himself to
this man, to offer his body to him.  He had never before felt the
overwhelming need to be savagely used by another man.

His delirium deepened and he became enraptured by the glorious man pounding
his ass.  He saw the stunning face, the muscles flexing above him, pouring
with sweat, saw the steel-blue eyes piercing his.  The pain in his ass had
vanished, replaced by an exquisite pain in his cock, a searing heat that
radiated from his cock, down his legs, through his entire body.  He was on
fire.

He was unaware of his screams, unaware at first of the creamy wetness that
began to soak his chest.  Then he saw it.  His own cock was erupting with
streams of semen, pouring down onto him.  At the same time he felt another
heat deep inside him, heard the cop moan, and realized that Mark was
emptying his juice deep inside his gut.

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

But they were not the only two orgasms at that exact moment.  Upstairs the
two young men were gazing in disbelief at the scene below them.  They were
speechless as they watched the shirtless cop ravage the ass of the naked
bodybuilder chained to the tree.

Without even knowing it each man had reached over to his companion, pulled
his cock out and was stroking it furiously.  When they heard the shouts of
the two muscle studs they couldn't hold back.  Each pounding the other's
cock, they shot their loads over the window until the glass was covered in
white cum, obscuring the incredible tableau below that had driven their
orgasms.  In their excitement Darius and Pablo smiled wide-eyed at each
other.  Then they heard voices.

Steve was sobbing.  His mind was a blur, but through the confusion he knew
he had to make one thing clear. He gazed up at the heaving body above him.
"Mark, please, you have to know that it was not Jamie's fault.  Please
don't punish him.  He loves you, man.  He talked of nothing but you.  It
was because you told him to give me anything I wanted.  He was trying to
obey you, man.  It wasn't his fault.  You gotta believe me."

Mark's anger and lust were draining from him and his mind suddenly became
clear.  "Jamie," he said to himself.  Then louder, "Jamie."  Then yelling
toward the house, "Jamie!"  He ran inside and saw Darius and Pablo coming
down the stairs.

"Jamie, where's Jamie?  Have you seen Jamie?"

"Yes, sir," Pablo said.  "As we came in he was running out of the house
... nearly knocked us over.  He ran down the hill."

"But, sir," Darius added breathlessly, "he was barefoot.  He was only
wearing his surfer shorts.  You know, the faded one's he ...

But Mark cut him off.  "Jesus Christ.  Oh shit.  I gotta find him."  He ran
outside, grabbed his shirt, dashed through the gate and sped off in his
truck.  Halfway down the hill he passed Randy's truck coming up.  Inside
Randy turned to Bob wide-eyed.  "That was Mark ... driving like a bat out
of hell.  What the fuck...?"

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

"Now no fantasizing, punk.  Just tell us exactly what happened."  Randy and
Bob stood before the two boys and listened as the whole story poured out,
in colorful detail, despite Randy's insistence on just the facts.  The boys
fell over each other, taking turns to relate the entire drama, right up to
their own orgasms all over the window.

When they had finished Darius said, "Now if you ask me, here's what I think
..."

"Well we're not asking you, punk, and we don't wanna know what you think.
Thanks for the report.  Now go inside and stay there.  And clean that
window!  Capiche?"

"Yes, sir," they said in unison.  As they ran inside Darius whispered to
Pablo, "See, I told you we should watch.  Somebody's gotta know what's
going on here."

"What do we do now, though?" asked Pablo.

Darius gave an exasperated sigh and rolled his eyes.  "Go back upstairs and
watch some more, dickhead.  Jeez, dude."

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

Randy and Bob were still in their work clothes (suit and tie for Bob,
jeans, boots and tank top for Randy) as they walked over to the tree where
Steve was still lying on his back naked, his eyes closed, arms stretched
upward and handcuffed round the tree.  As he heard footsteps he opened his
eyes and looked up at the men who had introduced him to sex the night
before.

He groaned.  His thoughts were still racing ... the mess he had made of
everything by fucking Jamie, the horror of his punishment by Mark.  But
overriding all that was his confused mix of disgust and elation at the
memory of getting his ass fucked by the magnificent cop, and his own
spontaneous orgasm.  And now, as he faced Randy and Bob, he burned with
shame and embarrassment.  Randy grinned down at him.

"So, I hear that you got your ass fucked real good, Steve.  Pity.  I was
saving that pleasure for myself.  I like breaking a man in.  Still, if
you're gonna get your hole ploughed for the first time you can't do better
than Mark.  Shit, just look at him.  The man's a fucking god.  He could
have anyone he wanted, man or woman, and you were the lucky guy."

Randy's eyes travelled over the cum-soaked chest.  "And I see he made you
shoot a fucking monster load over yourself, man.  No surprise there
... anyone would."  Then he laughed out loud at the thought of the habitual
therapist question.  "And how did you feel about that, Steve?"

Steve blushed and moaned.  "Shit, I've messed up so bad.  You guys really
gave me the best time of my life, then I go and do that to Jamie.  I was
just so turned on by you guys that I needed more, I guess.  You can do
whatever you like to me, Randy, I deserve it.  Beat me, hurt me.  I need to
be punished."

Randy grinned.  "Oh, that's right.  You don't know my rule in this house,
do you?  Here it is, Steve.  You fuck up, you get punished and that's it
... it's done ... in the past.  You messed up, you fucked the cop's boy,
and Mark punished you big time.  That was his business, not ours.  And it's
finished.  So get over it, Steve."

"It's not as easy as that," Steve groaned.  "Look guys, just set me free
and I'll get the hell out of here, out of your lives.  I can't handle any
more of this."

Bob smiled down at him.  "Afraid you're gonna have to, Steve.  Mark left
here in an all-fire hurry and still has the key to the handcuffs.  Only he
can set you free."

The horror and embarrassment of his situation caved in on Steve and he
groaned.  "Oh shit.  This is fucking unbelievable."

Bob took pity on him.  "Look, at least let's get you up off the ground.
Here, let me help."  He hauled the big, naked body toward the tree and
Steve was able to twist his arms behind him until he was sitting up against
the tree.  Then, struggling some more, he pushed himself slowly upward
until he was standing, his arms still cuffed behind the tree.

Now that he was upright the pool of cum covering his chest began to run
down his body, over his groin and down his legs.  His body and face were
streaked with dirt and his muscles gleamed with sweat in the late afternoon
heat.

Randy and Bob stood back and gazed in admiration.  "Hell, man," Bob said,
"you really are one hell of a hot stud.  Look at that body, that face.  You
look so fucking great you make my dick hard."

Randy grinned.  "You too, uh?  Look at this," and he cupped his hands round
the bulge in his pants.  He stood back and looked at Steve quizzically.
"You know man, seeing you there in bondage makes me want to whip that
gorgeous body of yours.  That would be a real turn-on."

"Do it then, man," said Steve.  "I deserve it.  Thrash me and I'll leave
and you'll never see me again."

"Nah ... too easy, man."  He thought for a second.  "So, you'll leave and
we'll never see you again, uh?  I don't think so Steve.  I have a way of
punishing you that'll make sure you always want to come back.  And I'm not
gonna lay a hand on you."

Steve waited in nervous anticipation.  So did two faces at the upstairs
window, though not so nervous ... enthralled would be more like it.  Darius
breathed, "Hell, dude, today just won't quit.  We'll be beating off to the
memory of this day for ever."

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

Randy turned his attention to Bob and ignored the naked man chained to the
tree. "Hey buddy, time you got out of those work clothes.  Come here."
Randy reached forward, loosened Bob's tie and unbuttoned his shirt.  He
pushed it off, then pulled the T-shirt over his head and threw it down.  He
stood back and gazed at his shirtless lover, his muscles gleaming in the
setting sun.

"Hell, man, why would I bother with anyone else when I've got you?  You're
so fucking gorgeous.  Let's see now, what's the first thing that always
happens when we get home from work? "

"You fuck my ass, sir."

Randy grinned.  "So why should today be any different?"

Quickly he unbuckled Bob's belt, unzipped the pants and they fell to the
ground.  In a second he was naked.  Bob was thrilled to hear Randy's voice
become rough, guttural.  "On you back, boy.  Right here, in front of the
asshole tied to the tree.

Steve gasped as Bob fell on his knees in front of him, then onto his back
at his feet.  The handcuffed man looked at the glowering construction
worker and was shocked to feel his own cock start to get stiff.  Randy
wasted no time.  He fell on his knees in front of Bob, ripped open his
pants and pulled out his rigid cock.  Roughly he pushed Bob's legs up,
brought his dick up to his hole and with one brutal push, buried it in his
lover's ass.

Two shouts pierced the silence ... Bob's as he felt the familiar, glorious
sensation of his master's cock penetrating him.  And Steve's as he gazed in
awe at the sight of the naked bodybuilder being ploughed by the
construction worker.  Nobody heard the excited young voices of the boys
watching from upstairs.

Steve found himself falling under the same spell as when he first watched
Randy fuck his lover.  He was enthralled at the sight of the muscular
physique under the tight, grimy tank top, the dark, intense, demon face,
the hips moving powerfully back and forth as the thick rod pistoned in the
bodybuilder's ass.  Bob was pounding his own cock in his fist.

Steve was being driven to a frenzy as he pulled frantically at the
handcuffs behind the tree and his dick became rock hard.  He wanted
desperately to touch the sweating bodies.  "Come closer," he breathed.  Let
me feel your bodies, guys.  I can't take this.  I need to feel you.  I need
to touch my dick.  I gotta get free."  His muscles rippled as he bucked and
strained against his restraints.

But the men ignored him.  They were close.  The pounding got faster, the
breathing heavier, until, with ecstatic shouts, their two cocks erupted,
Randy's inside the furnace of the ass, the other spraying cum upward in a
high arc, all over the chest of the construction worker.  "Yeah, man,
you're the best," Randy breathed.  "Fucking awesome.  God, I love you."
And he fell forward onto the naked body.

Suddenly they heard a shout and felt hot liquid raining down on them.
Steve was going wild.  His arms and shoulders stretched and bulged as he
struggled to get free and he felt his cock explode in his second
spontaneous orgasm of the day.  In disbelief he watched his semen stream
all over the sweat-soaked muscles flexing and writhing at his feet.

Upstairs too, there were shouts of joy as the two boys shot their second
load of the afternoon.  As cum streamed down the glass Darius looked at
Pablo and burst out laughing.  "Shit, dude, and we only just cleaned the
window after the first time."

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

An hour later the earlier frenzied atmosphere in the house had turned to
gloom.  Mark had finally returned home empty handed.  No Jamie.  Quietly
Bob took the handcuff key from him, went outside and released Steve who
quickly got dressed.

"I gotta get out of here, man," Steve said.

"Yeah, I understand.  But I'll call you tomorrow, OK?"  Steve drove away
and Bob returned to the kitchen.

As Darius and Pablo busied themselves getting dinner ready, Randy and Bob
sat at the table and watched Mark sit with his head in his hands.  "He's
gone," he groaned.  "I looked everywhere.  Couldn't find him."

"He'll come back," said Bob gently.

"I don't think so," Mark said.  "And it's all my fault.  I told him to get
out ... the words he was terrified of hearing.  He thinks I threw him out."

"Of course you didn't, man," Bob said.  "We all know that."

"But he doesn't.  That was always his worst fear, that I would get rid of
him.  And now it's happened.  God, I love the kid.  I don't know what to
do, guys.  He's gone.  He's got no clothes, no money.  What the hell will
he do?"

"Bob's right, Mark," Randy said.  "He'll be back.  And if he doesn't show
up by tomorrow, we'll all work together looking for him."

As Bob and Randy tried to reassure Mark, Pablo was listening intently.  He
turned to Darius and whispered, "Hey, dude, think you can handle dinner on
your own?  Something I gotta do."

"Sure, kiddo."

"I need the keys to the truck.  Thanks, dude.  See you soon, I hope."

Clutching the keys Pablo left the room quietly, unnoticed by the guys at
the table.  He ran up to Jamie's room and stuffed one of the boy's T-shirts
and sneakers into a back-pack.  He ran back downstairs to his dog Billy,
his faithful Doberman who went everywhere with him.  "Come on, boy.  We got
a job to do."

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

Down the hill, across Figueroa and just over the Pasadena Freeway is the
Arroyo Seco, an expansive, green wilderness area where a person can lose
himself.  During the day it was frequented by hikers, but at night it was
home to coyotes, deer and the occasional bobcat.  It was also home to the
homeless, where people down on their luck would spend the night in the
thick brush.  And it's here that Pablo headed.

He had been to the Arroyo Seco a couple of times with Jamie, who had lived
there for a while back when he had been homeless.  They had hiked and
explored there and Jamie related stories of his days and nights living
rough in this wild place.  Pablo had a hunch that Jamie believed he was
homeless again as he had been evicted from the house by Mark.  Made sense
that he would head here.

But where to start?  Parking the truck Pablo set out on foot, with Billy at
his heels, and they began trudging through the grass and bushes.
Fortunately there was a bright full moon, but it didn't help much as the
area was huge.  They slogged on for a while, but it was like looking for a
pin in a haystack.  Suddenly Pablo stopped and pulled out Jamie's T-shirt
and sneakers that he had stuffed in his backpack.  He looked down at Billy,
whose brown eyes gazed up at him.

"Now I know you're not a bloodhound, kid," Pablo said, "but let's give this
a try."  He held the shirt and sneakers against Billy's nose.  He knew the
dog loved Jamie, ever since the boy had saved his life when he had been
attacked by a pit bull.  Still, this was a longshot, and Pablo said, more
in hope than conviction, "OK, Billy.  Jamie!  You know Jamie.  He's your
friend.  We need to find him."

Billy cocked his head to one side with a puzzled look, confirming that he
was no bloodhound.  But then he seemed to take an interest in the shoes,
burying his muzzle into them, and suddenly turned and took off, his nose in
the air.  Pablo stumbled after him but soon lost sight of him.  Then he
heard barking and followed the sound.  "Bingo!" he said to himself.

He came across the pair almost hidden under a tree on a grassy slope.
Jamie was sitting hugging his knees, trying to pull his face away from the
long wet tongue licking him.  He looked up as Pablo approached.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" he said gruffly.  "Come to gloat that
I've been thrown out of the house and you're still there?  It's OK for you.
Randy adopted you so your safe, but I always knew Mark would get rid of me
one day.  I deserve it too, after what I did."

"Hey, hey, slow down, dude."  Pablo sat on the grass beside him.  "First of
all, he hasn't got rid of you."

"He told me to get out of there."

"Asshole.  That was only because he didn't want you to see how he punished
Steve."

Jamie looked up at him.  "He punished him?"

"Yeah.  Fucked his ass real good.  It looked incredible.  Steve pleaded
with him not to but, well, you know the cop."

"How do you know all this?"

Pablo paused.  "We ... er ... we saw it.  Darius and me.  We were watching
from an upstairs window."

Jamie saw the mischief in Pablo's eyes and grinned for the first time.
Pablo was on a roll, now.  "But listen, kiddo, Steve made it clear to Mark
that nothing was your fault, that he persuaded you."

"But I let him fuck me, and Mark saw it.  He threw me out.  He'll never
want me back."

"That's not true, dude.  He came looking for you and couldn't find you.
He's real beat up about it.  Looked kinda desperate.  He told Randy and Bob
he loves you and doesn't want to lose you."

Jamie whimpered and began shivering hard.  He was shirtless, barefoot, and
in the semi-desert climate of Los Angeles hot days can quickly cool into
cold nights.  Pablo grabbed the backpack.  "Here, put this shirt on, and
your sneakers."  Jamie did that but still shivered.  Pablo threw his arm
round him, pulled his head to his chest and held him tight.  Jamie started
to sob uncontrollably.

"Man, I really fucked up this time.  I really love him, but I can't go
back.  I feel so ashamed.  Why would he want me, anyway?  Just look at him.
He can have anyone he wants, man or woman.  Why would he choose me?"

"But he did choose you, Jamie.  Hell, have you seen the way he looks at
you?  He's crazy about you, kiddo.  Like the sun shines out of your sweet
ass.  Come with me and see for yourself."

Jamie pulled away.  "I'm not going back there, dude.  No way.  I just
can't."

Pablo jumped up in exasperation.  "OK, asshole, have it your way.  I just
don't understand one thing.  You say you love him, but you're gonna let him
suffer.  You're gonna be the cause of his pain and loneliness.  Way the go,
Jamie.  Come on, Billy.  We're done here."  And he started to walk away.

"Wait!  Are you really sure he wants me back?"

Pablo cocked his head, with his trademark crooked grin on his face.  He
spread his arms wide.  "Hey, dude.  This is me, Pablo.  Would I lie to
you?"

As Jamie struggled to his feet he was smiling for the second time that
night.

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

It was late but Randy, Bob and Mark were still hunched over the kitchen
table nursing the latest of many beers.  Their mood was morose.  Darius
hovered nearby, not sure whether to stay or leave.  Randy looked up.

"Hey, punk.  Where the fuck's Pablo, anyway?  You said he had to go out?
He should have cleared it with me."

"I know sir, but ..."  He was saved from making up some lame excuse by the
sound of a truck pulling up outside.  "Talk of the devil."  Soon the door
opened and Pablo walked in.

"Where the fuck have you been?" Randy growled.  "I thought I told you that
if ever you go out at night ..."

Pablo interrupted.  "I'm sorry sir.  But I had to do something.  I have
someone with me."

Through the door walked a sheepish, bedraggled-looking Jamie, body streaked
with dirt, eyes stained with tears.  He looked nervously at Mark who stood
up with a deep sigh of relief.  As he walked toward Jamie the boy flinched,
but Mark held out his arms and Jamie fell into them.  His words poured out
in a heap.

"I'm sorry, sir.  I was gonna stay away but then Pablo came and he talked
to me ... a lot ... and he convinced me that you ...  If it wasn't for
Pablo, I ..." and he started to sob.

Mark was steady as a rock.  "Not now, kid.  We'll talk later.  Right now
you're gonna go upstairs, take a shower and wait for me.  When I come up
I'm gonna make love to you.  All night.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."  Jamie turned and on his way out gave Pablo a
long, tight hug.  "Thanks, dude," he stammered.  "You saved my life.  I owe
you ... big time."  And he left the room.

Mark looked at Pablo, smiled and shook his hand.  "I guess that goes for me
too, kid.  I can't thank you enough for what you've done."  He turned to
Randy.  "Hey big guy, you've got one terrific kid here.  He's a hell of a
guy.  You should be proud of him."

Pablo glanced up at Randy and grinned a shy grin.  Randy smiled back, his
eyes glowing with affection and pride.  "You did great kiddo ... awesome.
I'm real proud you're my boy."

"Thank you, sir.  He just needed a friend."

"I've neglected you lately, kid.  I've missed you, and I'm gonna make it up
to you.  I've got something real special in mind for you.  We'll talk
tomorrow.  Now take Darius away and tell him your story.  He needs that
fantasy file of his updated."

"You betcha," said Pablo, taking Darius's arm and dragging him away.

"Shit, what a night," said Mark, slumping in relief at the table.  "You
know, guys.  Jamie's still so damned insecure.  I've gotta find some way of
convincing him that he's really my boy and always will be.  Do something to
show him he really belongs to me.  And I have an idea."  He grabbed pen and
paper from the dresser and started to draw.  "Here, guys.  What do you
think of this?"

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

Early next morning, having made love to Jamie most of the night, Mark
leaped out of bed.  "OK, kid.  We're going out.  Put on that muscle T-shirt
of yours, the one with no sleeves.  It's about time I proved to you who you
are."

Jamie felt dazed but did exactly as he was told.  As he followed Mark
through the kitchen he saw him grab a scrap of paper from the table.  They
drove in silence down to Figueroa and eventually pulled into a small
parking lot.

Marked turned to his boy and said, "Jamie.  I'm going to ask you this just
once.  Think hard before your answer.  Do you really want to belong to me?"

"I don't have to think, sir.  Yes, sir.  More than anything in the world."

"OK.  That's all I needed to hear."

Jamie looked up at the sign over the small building they were entering.
"Tattoo Parlor."  In a few minutes he was sitting in a big chair, in a
daze, while Mark spoke to the tattoo artist and explained the sketch on the
paper he had brought.  The artist made a stencil, and was soon rubbing
liquid over the shoulder of Jamie's bare right arm.  In a few minutes he
was ready.

"Jamie," Mark said.  "This may hurt at first but I want you to look at me
all the time, and remember what you told me outside.  His blue eyes held
Jamie's with a piercing look.  I'm going to own you, Jamie."

Jamie flinched as he felt the needle prick his arm.  There was ensuing pain
somewhere in there but Jamie didn't feel it.  With the buzz of the needle
in the background he gazed into his master's eyes and realized what was
happening to him.  He was being branded.  The emotion of the moment was so
intense his eyes filled with tears that soon overflowed down his cheeks.
Mark's gaze was solemn and steady.

It took a long time, and when it was over Mark said, "Come here, boy.  Look
in the mirror."  Jamie looked at his shoulder and saw on his deltoid muscle
two letters, MM, intertwined.  Mark gripped Jamie's chin and turned his
face toward him, looking deep into his eyes.  "That's the mark of
ownership, Jamie.  `MM ... Mark Matsen.'  He owns you.  You're his
property.  You will live with him, obey him, do whatever he orders you to.
He will use your body, love you, protect you.  He is your master.  You are
his boy.  Do you finally accept that, Jamie?"

"Absolutely, sir."

Mark's face relaxed into a smile and he brushed the tears from Jamie's
cheek.  "And tomorrow this cop is going to take the man he owns on a trip
up the coast.  You remember that shack in the dunes where we first made
love?  We're going there again.  I'm gonna fuck your ass raw.  And once and
for all, I will take full possession of my property ... of my boy."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength -- Part 64"


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