Date: Wed, 26 Sep 2012 02:28:07 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 119  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 119
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  With his impetuous, dangerous behavior Randy has humiliated himself and
lost the group's respect.  Steve says, "You'll have to make a major
sacrifice to show them you are still their undisputed boss."  In a sexual
trial of strength Randy submits to the judgment of them all.  "They looked
down at the naked man suffering pain and humiliation to prove his strength,
endurance, and his magnetic sexuality."

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

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – Chapter 119 – "Randy's Sexual Trial of
Strength"

Randy raised his head and looked deeply into Pablo's wide eyes.  And at
that moment Pablo realized how deep his misery went.

It had all begun when Randy walked in on Bob just after he had jerked off
thinking of the gorgeous Marine, Hassan.  Consumed by his notorious rage
and jealousy Randy had fucked Bob savagely then taken Pablo back to the
construction site to work off his anger.  Disregarding all safety rules,
the boss had worked to demolish some unstable scaffolding, which had
collapsed, almost killing Pablo.  But the boy had survived with only a
minor wound, and he now saw that the accident had completely unnerved
Randy.  He heard the despair in his voice.

"This is the last time, kiddo, the last time I'm gonna hurt you, or Bob or
anyone else.  It's happened so often before, but this time I could've
killed you, Pablo.  If I had, I would've killed myself.  I'm no good for
any of you.  Shit, I'm a danger to you.  So I can't be your master anymore,
nor your dad.  I can't be Bob's lover, or boss of this outfit.
Everything's too complicated here.  I gotta get back to Texas.  I was good
there ... alone, rootless, roaming like a gypsy.  All I needed there was my
fists.  I gotta go back... live on my own."

Now Pablo sat alone on the trailer's wooden steps.  As he gazed into the
distance, he was lost ... had no idea what to do.  Randy was his hero, his
dad, his master ... he was his life.  And that life was unraveling.  He
couldn't imagine a world without the man he worshipped.  And what would
happen to Bob, Darius, Jamie and all the guys?  Everything was totally
fucked.

Tears began to flow down his cheeks.  He needed help, but where from?  He
needed someone who was used to this kind of thing, a professional, someone
who could handle Randy, talk him through his despair.  And then suddenly he
knew ... of course!  He pulled out his cell phone and called Steve.
Controlling his panic he blurted out, "Sir, would you come over to the
construction site?  Randy needs you big time ...me too."  He paused.  "You
will, right away?  Oh thank you, sir.  Thank you.  Yes, I'll wait here for
you."

Pablo snapped the phone shut with a smile of relief.  Steve, of course.  He
was not only Randy's therapist ... he was his brother, for god's sake.
He'd know what to do!

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

All Pablo could do now was wait.  His thoughts went back to the house where
right around now the twins would be serving dinner.  Food!  He was starved.
All he had eaten was one of the sandwiches that Kyle had shoved in his hand
as he left.  The rest he had left in the trailer.  He plucked up his
courage and knocked at the door, to be answered with a harsh "What?!"

He crept in and said, "Excuse me sir, but could I grab the rest of my
sandwiches?"  He gave his nervous, crooked smile, looking rather like a
mischievous Disney character, and Randy softened a little.  Impulsively he
took the boy into his arms and said in his ear, "I'm sorry, kid.  Real
sorry."  He held him at arm's length.  "OK, now take your food and leave
me."

Back out on the steps Pablo munched away, mulling over Randy's words,
trying to guess from every small intonation of his voice what he was
thinking.  He could not remember Randy ever saying sorry to him.  Apology
was not something he did.  But what did he mean?  Was he sorry for causing
the accident ... or sorry that he was leaving him?  Anyway, what difference
did it make ... he was going away.  Pablo's depression returned.  Boy, he
needed Steve.

It seemed like a long wait but actually it was not much more than twenty
minutes before he heard the purring sound of Steve's BMW drawing up at the
gate.  He rushed across the site and fell into Steve's arms as he got out
of the car.  The relief of having someone to talk to loosened the
floodgates and he started to sob.

"Hey, hey, what's all this?" Steve said smiling.  "This isn't the tough kid
I used to know, not Randy's boy that's for sure."

The words came tumbling out.  "Not his boy, sir, that's just the point.  He
said he can't be my dad, I'm not his boy ... and he's not the boss anymore
... and Bob's not his lover ... it's all over ... he's going back to Texas
... it's all so fucked, I ..."

"Hey," Steve interrupted, "slow down.  Take a deep breath, Pablo.  Good.
Now start at the beginning.  And don't leave anything out."

Pablo pulled himself together and told the whole story, right up to the
accident and his rescue by Randy.  "He's real cut up about the accident,
sir.  Blames himself for nearly killing me.  Says he's a danger to
everyone.  Wants to go live alone again like he did before, in Texas."  He
paused and looked pleadingly at Steve.  "Sir, can you help us?  I didn't
know who else to call."

"Pablo, you did absolutely the right thing."  Pablo managed a smile.
"That's better," Steve said, "that's the tough kid I know and love.  Now
here's what you're gonna do next.  You're gonna drive Randy's truck back to
the house and have dinner with the rest of the guys.  Leave Randy to me.
You can tell the guys what's happened, and tell Bob I'll call him later,
OK?"

Pablo threw his arms round Steve.  "I knew you'd fix it, sir.  You're the
best."  As he ran toward the gate he shouted over his shoulder, " ... and
the best shrink in town!"

Steve chuckled to himself, then turned toward the trailer and took a deep
breath.  "Here we go," he murmured and walked up to the door.

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

Randy was still slumped over the drafting table, his head in his hands.  He
heard the door open and, thinking it was Pablo again, turned round angrily.
Stunned, he shot to his feet.  "What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Pablo called me," Steve said simply.

"He had no business to.  This has nothing the fuck to do with you.  Stay
out of my life."

Steve smiled.  "As I understand it, it's you who's getting out of my life
... out of all our lives.  Is that true?"

"Damn right it is ... back to Texas."  Using the stock therapist's phrase
he snarled, "And how do you feel about that, doc?"

Steve put his hand lightly on Randy's arm.  "Randy, I'm not talking to you
as your therapist, but as your brother.  And your brother is taking you
home."

To Texas?"

"No, asshole, to Mulholland Drive.  You're gonna spend tonight at my house.
Pablo's taken your truck and you're coming in my car.  Where else you gonna
go?  Back to your house?"

"No!"  There was a note of panic.  "No, I can't face those guys.  I'm
finished there."  Suddenly the bleak truth hit him and he slumped visibly.
He allowed himself to be led to the BMW and Steve drove them up to the
Hollywood Hills.

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

Steve's lover Lloyd took their arrival in stride.  He realized this was a
quasi-professional matter and knew better than to comment, except to say,
"I'll bring drinks, then rustle up some dinner."

Soon Steve and Randy were sitting at a table by the pool nursing drinks.
Despite his dazed condition Randy was on the defensive so he was
belligerent.  "Look, man, I'll stay here tonight but first thing in the
morning I'm off to Texas.  So don't try any of your shrink bullshit on me
`cause nothing you can say will change my mind."

"I had no intention of insulting you with `shrink bullshit', Randy.  Not
now ... maybe tomorrow.  Right now I want to be practical.  With you gone I
know Bob and Mark will take charge of the house, but what about the
construction sites?  They'll fall apart without you."

For a moment Randy snapped back to his old self.  "Tell Zack he's in charge
... and he'll need Darius as his assistant."  He smiled for the first time,
"The punk always has a hard-on working with that stud."  Perceptive Steve
glimpsed a chink in the armor, but then Randy caught himself and said, "Oh
what the fuck, do what you like.  Nothing to do with me anymore."

Steve said no more on the subject.  Dinner was a short and silent affair
and soon Randy went to the guest room and fell into a troubled sleep of
physical and emotional exhaustion.

Over the remains of the meal Lloyd smiled at Steve.  "You've got your work
cut out there, buddy.  Jeez, that brother of yours.  There's not a guy in
the world like him."

"You can say that again," said Steve ruefully.  "Now I gotta call Bob."

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

Hassan had already left the guys' house but the aftermath of his presence
still resonated.  When Pablo came home from the construction site he was
immediately surrounded by the boys all asking questions at once.  Darius
raised his voice commandingly, "Hey, cool it you guys.  Can't you see he's
shaken up?"  But his authority and his concern did not overcome his intense
curiosity and he added, "Now, dude, what gives?  Spill the beans."

And so Pablo spilled all the beans to the quartet of wide-eyed boys and
soon the whole house had all the chilling details.  Pablo, Darius and Jamie
were huddled together, sitting cross-legged on the grass, and Bob was in
somber conversation with Mark and Zack at the poolside table.  It fell to
the twins to restore some sense of calm and order.  They had slipped away
and when they reappeared Kyle cleared his throat noisily.  "Sirs ... er,
sirs! ... Sorry for the delay, but dinner is finally ready."

When they were all inside sitting round the dinner table, a pall of tension
hovered over them.  Nobody spoke.  But they were saved by the bell ... the
telephone ... and Bob left the room to answer it.  He was gone for long
anxious minutes and when he returned he stood at the table looking down at
their expectant faces.

"OK, that was Steve.  Randy's staying the night with him, and still insists
that tomorrow he's..." his voice cracked ... "he's leaving for Texas."
Steve hopes he can talk things through with him but," again he swallowed
hard, "but in the meantime we have to be practical.  In Randy's absence
Mark and I will be in charge of this house and Randy mentioned that Zack
should take over the management of the construction sites with Darius as
his assistant.

There was murmured assent all round and the twins served dinner, a somber
affair with not much said.  They all couldn't wait to leave the table.
Zack went to Randy's site office to get familiar with current projects and
make plans for tomorrow.  The twins cleared away the meal while the others
went to their rooms ... Mark with Jamie, Pablo with Darius, and Bob all
alone.

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

Pablo sat on the bed and stared with a vacant look.  Darius sat beside him
with his arm round him.  "Hey, don't sweat it, dude.  It'll all work out.
Hell, he adopted you, dude, he's your dad."

"I just don't get it," Pablo said, near to tears.  "I don't care about the
accident ... I just want to be with him.  How can he just leave me?  He
always said I'm his rock."

"Yeah," Darius said solemnly, "well you see, dude, right now Randy is
between a rock and a hard place."

They both sat back and frowned, confused about what Darius had said, though
it kind of sounded as if it made sense.  Pablo looked at him and said, "You
have no idea what that meant, have you?"

"Not a clue," grinned Darius, "but it sure sounded good."  There was
silence as Darius tried to keep a straight face, but then he sputtered and
started to laugh.  Pablo couldn't help joining in and suddenly the gloom
and tension were dispelled in the release of laughter."

"Hey, Darius, promise me that you'll never leave me."

Darius feigned shock.  "Me?  Leave?  Not a chance, dude.  Where else would
I find an ass as sweet as yours?  My cock, your ass ... a match made in
heaven.  Speaking of which, remember what the wise man said?  `Sex is the
best medicine,' dude."

And for the rest of the night they comforted each other, first by making
tender love, and then sleeping in each other's arms.

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

Whether or not Darius had been right about the medicinal qualities of sex,
Mark and Jamie were certainly using the same remedy.  Mark was tough and
authoritative as always, but Jamie had been shaken, glimpsing the fragility
of life and relationships.  After all, if Bob and Randy could split up, and
Randy could leave Pablo ...

Mark sensed all this and traced his finger round the intertwined `MM'
tattoo on Jamie's shoulder.  "See that kiddo?  That's forever."  Then Mark
pushed him onto the bed and Jamie watched the nightly show of the glorious
cop stripping naked.  He knew he was in for a great fuck, which turned out
to be not only hotter than ever but, under the circumstances,
life-affirming.

Of course the most bereft of the group was Bob, now looking down at his
lonely bed ... a loneliness that might last forever.  He didn't know how he
was going to get through the night, let alone the rest of his life.  He
felt a lump in his throat and his eyes brimmed with tears.

But just then there was a knock on the door and the twins walked in with a
determined look in their eyes.  "Sir," Kyle said, "we thought we should
spend the night with you."  "That's if you don't mind," added Kevin.  Bob
gazed at their eager young faces and realized he could have no better
company.  He watched as they quickly kicked off their sneakers, pulled off
their T-shirts and dropped their shorts.  Naked, they fell on the bed side
by side on their backs.

Despite his earlier feeling of despair Bob felt his pulse quicken and he
smiled down at them.  "Does this mean you want me to fuck you?"

"Yes please, sir," they said in unison.  And so Bob did, drowning his
sorrows in the velvet warmth of their young asses, first one, then the
other.  After three almost simultaneous orgasms Bob lay exhausted on the
bed with the twins nestled on either side, an arm over his chest.  As Bob
was drifting off to sleep he heard Kevin's voice.

"And don't worry, sir.  We're sure everything will come right.  Absolutely
sure."

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

Up on Mulholland the next morning over breakfast Steve pulled out all the
stops, reasoning, persuading, listening ... but Randy was resolute,
defiant.  "Look, man, you can save your breath.  You don't get it ... I
almost killed my boy!  I'll never be able to look him in the eye again, him
nor any of the guys.  They know what I did ... all my credibility in that
house is shot to hell.  How can I be the boss when I'm just as likely to go
ape-shit and kill one of them?"

Steve sighed.  "I do get it, Randy, but I also have a solution for you.  I
can make it come right."  Randy waved him away and Steve's voice took on a
pleading tone.  "Look, I'm speaking to you now as your brother not your
shrink.  Shit, man, I only just found the big brother I never knew I had.
I've grown to love and respect you ... and now you're walking out on me
... and all the other guys ... your family for chrissake."

"Sorry about that, bro, but you'll just have to get over it," Randy
retorted coldly.

Stalemate!  Steve had used all the weapons in his arsenal but Randy was
implacable.  Steve left him and walked back inside the house, though he
stayed within earshot just in case.  Randy was sitting morosely by the pool
finishing his coffee when Lloyd suddenly came out and said, "Randy, you
have visitors."

Randy jerked his head up.  "Tell them to go the fuck away."

Lloyd smiled.  "I don't think they will.  They seem pretty determined."
Actually the matter was decided for them when two figures emerged from
round the side of the house.  Lloyd made a strategic withdrawal and Randy
looked in surprise at the new arrivals ... the twins, standing resolutely a
few yards away.

He shot to his feet and barked, "What the fuck are you two doing here?"  He
saw them flinch but hold their ground.  It was only then that he realized
how nervous they were and how much courage it was taking to confront him.
He heaved a sigh and sat down again.  "How did you get here?"

"We borrowed Darius's truck, sir."

"I didn't mean that.  Why are you here?  Did Bob send you?"

"No, sir, nobody knows, and please don't tell him."  There was a pause as
they wound up the courage to continue.  Kyle took the lead.  "Sir, we've
come here to ask you, please, not to leave Bob."

Randy looked at them in amazement and could not resist the trace of a smile
that crossed his face.  "Oh, you have, have you?  And what do you think
gives you the right to ask that?"

Another pause, then Kevin took over and it all poured out.  Seems they had
rehearsed it all on the way up here.  "Because we love Bob, sir, and if you
love a guy like Bob it's forever.  That's the way you love him too, sir, we
know that ... he's told us.  He talks about you all the time.  So we know
you can't leave him, sir.  It's as simple as that."

Simple as that!  Randy was speechless for once.  But the twins hadn't
finished.  It was Kyle's turn.  "You should see him, sir.  You know how Bob
always has that soft, kind look in his eyes.  Well now they're kinda blank,
sir, as if he's not seeing anything.  Same with Pablo too.  We heard him
crying this morning."

Randy stiffened.  "Yeah, because his dad almost killed him."

"No, sir, not because of that ... because you're leaving him.  See Bob said
he would always take care of us and we believe him.  Pablo thought the same
about you, sir, but you're leaving him and that's why he's crying.  Usually
he's so tough.  He taught us to stand up for ourselves and ... and that's
what we're doing now, sir."

Randy softened and smiled at them.  "Seems like you're standing up for a
whole bunch of guys.  But you know, kids, sometimes you can love a person
too much and it makes you scared."

"Not if that person is Bob, sir.  You can never love him too much.  Fact
is, you can never love him enough."

"Shit," Randy said, "when you two take aim at a guy you shoot with both
barrels, don't you?"

Now that they had run out of words the twins' determination deflated and
they stood close together like scared young boys.  They were infinitely
moving and Randy's heart went out to them.  He admired courage in a man and
these two had screwed up their courage because they loved Bob so much they
would do anything for him.

And now it was Randy's determination that drained out of him.  After the
shame of the accident his reflex had been to throw up a defensive wall of
bravado.  To hell with everyone.  He was out of here and they could just
get over it.  To hell with Steve and his shrink mumbo-jumbo.

But to hell with the twins, too?  No.  He gazed up at them, two beautiful,
nervous young boys who saw life with a clarity that put him to shame.  They
loved and were loved, and that was that.  That made everything certain,
just as they had been certain when Bob had been lying in a coma that he
would recover "because he promised he would never leave us."  And now they
had taken the scales from his own eyes, made him see with their youthful
clarity that he loved Bob and could never leave him.

He stood up and smiled at them.  "Kevin, Kyle, you make one hell of a team.
You deserve a terrific guy like Bob.  OK, I don't know where this is all
going, but I'll give you what you came for.  I promise you I won't leave
Bob.  You're right ... I can't."

"Thank you, sir," they said together.  "Thank you very much.  We'll go
now."

They turned back toward the house.  As Randy watched them walk away he saw
them take each other's hands and raise them slightly in a triumphant fist.
And that did it ... he was suddenly humbled by the power he had to either
hurt or heal.  Tears welled in his eyes and began to pour down his cheeks.
He was sobbing as Steve came up behind him and threw his arm round him.  "I
heard," Steve said.  "And I couldn't have put it better myself."

Randy turned and threw his arms round his brother, holding him tight, and
said softly, "I've been such a fucking asshole, Steve.  OK, bro.  Tell me
what I have to do."

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

The two men were still sitting by the pool but Randy's previously defiant
demeanor had changed completely.  The direct simplicity of the twins had
unnerved him.  He was confused, uncertain and, Steve realized, prepared to
put himself in Steve's hands.

"OK," Steve said.  "Here's the way I see it.  You feel devastated and
ashamed about the danger you put Pablo in, and so you should.  You can't
look him or the other guys in the face.  You probably think that they all
look on you as a pariah, and to a degree you may be right.  They used to
acknowledge you as boss, with your masculine power and sexual magnetism,
but right now they probably don't see you as the strongest, smartest or
sexually hottest guy around.  So all of that has to be redeemed.  To put it
simply, you have to make amends."

"Yeah sure, like just say `I'm sorry, guys'.  Shit if I crawled on my belly
to them it wouldn't be enough."

"You're right.  You can't simply ask for forgiveness ... you have to make
some radical admission that you have done something terrible.  You have to
debase yourself before them ... invite punishment from them all.  And that
punishment has to show them that you are the strongest guy physically, that
you are mentally tough enough to humble yourself, and at the same time
remain the hottest guy sexually they have ever seen.  In short, you have to
prove that you are, and always will be, the undisputed boss."

"Yeah," Randy growled cynically.  "And just how does my clever shrink
brother think I can pull that off?"

"Oh, it'll take a pretty spectacular event to achieve all that.  But as you
know, big brother, my therapy methods are very unorthodox ... to say the
least!"

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

Steve orchestrated the whole thing.  `Unorthodox' didn't begin to describe
it and Steve wasn't even sure if it would work.  It all depended on Randy.
The truth was, he really had to have all those qualities they had talked
of.  He had to demonstrate to all the guys that he truly was an exceptional
man ... the ultimate boss.

The next day Steve had asked the whole group to gather at their house.  As
they came out into the garden in pairs and groups they stood shocked at
what they saw.  Steve was smartly dressed as befits a therapist and he was
standing by the hammock that, as usual, was strung between trees by the
lawn.  And in the hammock was a naked man, on his back, arms and legs
stretched up and out.  He was spread-eagled, wrists and ankles securely
tied to the rope supports, his ass hanging slightly over the edge of the
hammock.

Randy had never looked more spectacular.  As he pulled on his restraints,
reflexively testing their strength, his muscles flexed and strained,
showing every sinew, every etched vein in his magnificent body, from the
stretched shoulders and biceps, past the massive chest and eight-pack abs,
over the slim waist and down to the bulging thighs.  His dark, gypsy face
with the square, stubbled jaw, high cheekbones, tousled black hair and
piercing blue eyes looked up at his bound wrists with a trace of
last-minute panic.

All the men stood in groups gazing down at him, waiting for Steve to begin,
more ringmaster than cool therapist.  He cleared his throat.  "Gentlemen,
you all have an idea why you're here and why you see Randy before you.  I
don't have to go over the events that led up to this.  Randy has submitted
himself to the judgment of you all, and you all have to play your part,
however unwilling some of you may feel.

"Unwilling?  Kidding, right?"  Darius's whisper was loud enough for them
all to hear.  They glared at him and Zack smacked him behind the head.

Ignoring him Steve ran his eyes over the group.  "Now, I will determine the
order.  First has to be the man who has been most injured by recklessness,
the man whose very life was endangered.

Pablo shuffled forward uncertainly, but when he looked down into Randy's
eyes he knew exactly what his master was doing and what he, as his boy, had
to do.  His only concern was for Randy not to leave him, and if this was
what the doctor ordered he would do it.  He would do anything.  What made
it easier for him was that he had never seen the man he idolized look more
spectacular.  It was as if the piercing blue eyes were speaking to him and,
even under the intimidating gaze of the whole group, the boy's cock was
rock hard.

He took a deep breath, walked up to the hammock and pressed the head of his
cock against the exposed and vulnerable hole.  He stared straight into the
bound man's eyes and pushed.  His cock slid smoothly into his master's ass
and as it came to rest against the inner sphincter he saw the blue eyes
flinch slightly.  But the gaze never wavered as Pablo withdrew, then pushed
in again even deeper.

Pablo had fucked his master only a few times before and now recalled how
incredible the sensation was.  It was not only the heat of the man's ass,
it was the whole notion of the boy fucking his master.  The look in Randy's
eyes urged him on and Pablo realized that he was asking to be punished.
And so Pablo began to fuck more ferociously than he ever had before.  Soon
his hips were like pistons, driving his rod deeper and deeper into the
helpless muscle-god.

Steve had been right.  This is what Randy needed.  He needed to see the boy
he had injured punish him, pound his ass.  He needed to see the boy
humiliate his master.  The pain in his ass was nothing compared with the
shame he felt.  Even so, the thought crossed his mind that he did not
deserve the pleasure he was feeling as the young stud's cock buried inside
him, massaging his prostate so rapidly that jolts of ecstasy tore through
his body.

The boy's frenzy was driving Randy to a climax.  As he gazed up at the
intense young face a smile crossed Randy's lips and Pablo responded with
his own smile.  Master and boy were bonding again, but this time in a
remarkable reversal of roles.  They thought alike, these two, and that's
why Pablo idolized Randy and why Randy would never leave his boy.

The tension in Randy's body now all focused in his ass, and Pablo felt the
muscles clamp like a vise round his cock.  Their eyes opened wide and their
shouts echoed round the hills as their cocks erupted simultaneously, Pablo
deep inside his master's ass and Randy blasting streams of cum over his own
writhing, muscular body.  It was not only a glorious physical release, it
was a purging of the shame and guilt Randy had suffered from his own
thoughtless acts.

Pablo was exhilarated.  He pulled his cock out, but he could not get over
the sight of the bound, naked construction boss covered in his own cum,
with semen dripping from his ass.  The boy couldn't help himself ... the
image was too much ... and he felt more juice rising from his balls and
through his cock.  He held his dick steady and ribbons of cum shot from it
down onto the chest and face of the man he now held in greater respect and
awe than ever before.

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

But it was not over.  Randy knew it had only just begun.  He heard Steve's
voice ... "Mark" ... and saw the cop walk forward and tower over him.
Steve had chosen him next as he knew that, of all of them, Mark was the man
to deliver the extreme punishment that Randy craved

Mark had only just come off his night shift and was still wearing the full
black uniform of a police officer.  He was, as always, a commanding figure
in black uniform pants with their silver stripe, tucked into high, shiny
motorcycle boots.  His black shirt was tight across his chest, and the
white triangle of T-shirt at his neck set off his beautifully chiseled
features.  With his shock of blond hair it was truly the face of a Greek
god.

Now it was master against master.  There had always been an undercurrent of
rivalry between the two, and Randy knew that Mark was his equal, more than
his equal in some ways.  Tall, commanding, an icon of almost pornographic
beauty, he would never submit to any other man ... including Randy.  He
stared down at the helpless muscle-stud with disdain in his eyes.  Mark
loved Bob ... he was in love with him ... and hated any man who caused him
pain.  So the punishment he was about to deliver to the man who had hurt
Bob so many times had a very personal edge.

That was evident to Randy as the blue-gray eyes bored into his.  He saw
Mark slowly unbutton his shirt and pull it off.  He paused, then pulled his
T-shirt up over his awesome body and tossed it aside.  Stripped the waist,
muscles gleaming, he held his arms out to the side and smiled down at the
helpless man.  Mark knew how amazing he looked, how intimidating his beauty
could be, and he sensed fear in the big boss.  He said softly, "It's just
you and me now, man."

He walked forward, unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock, hard as
steel.  He pressed the head of his cock between the cheeks of Randy's ass,
but he did not push his hips forward.  He waited, gazing steadily into
Randy's fearful eyes.  Then he leaned forward, grasped Randy hips ... and
suddenly, ferociously, he yanked them forward, impaling the man's ass on
his steel rod.  And once again the hills echoed with Randy's agonized
scream.

The punishment was brutal, more savage than anything Mark had ever
administered on duty or off.  Bob had told Mark how an enraged Randy had
fucked him viciously and now Mark was exacting Bob's revenge.  The big,
shirtless cop focused all his massive strength on Randy's tortured ass,
pounding it, hammering it until shafts of agonizing pain shot through him.

The tortured body was writhing desperately, the dark gypsy face thrashing
from side to side, black hair flying wildly.  His muscles flexed and bulged
as he tried frantically to break the ropes binding him.  Randy had never
felt pain like this and his screams were terrifying.  As the merciless
shaft pistoned in his ravaged ass he looked up at the muscular cop and,
against all his macho instincts, he started to beg, tears pouring down his
face.

"No, man, back off, please.  I can't take that ... aaah!"  He was
hallucinating.  "Man, it's like a burning rod in my ass.  Pull it out, man.
Please ... I can't take it.  Aaah! ... You're ripping me apart."  He was
sobbing now.  "OK, you win ... I submit to you, man.  I beg you ...have
mercy ... I can't take any more!"

Mark caught Bob's eye and knew he had to stop or he would rip the ass open.
One last mighty thrust of his cock and it erupted deep inside the ravaged
ass.  Randy felt the pulsing heat deep inside him and in his delirium was
unaware that his own cock was pouring cum once more all over his body.  He
felt Mark's dick pulling painfully out of him and watched as the cop
blasted more streams of white juice over his naked body and face.

He was floating in a dream-like state as he heard Mark's guttural voice
... "Asshole" ... and he felt more hot liquid pour onto him, this time with
the bitter, pungent smell of piss.  Mark had totally demolished his rival,
degraded him, humiliated him before everyone.  His chest heaving, sweat
pouring from him onto the cum-drenched body, he gazed down at the broken
man.

Then Mark heard a voice over his shoulder.  "My turn, buddy."  It was Zack,
who had watched Randy's destruction in awe and knew that he had to have his
say.  As so often, he was wearing just old boxer shorts and he dropped them
and walked forward.  Randy could not believe the sight of the naked black
bodybuilder, even less the knowledge that there was more to come.  He felt
the head of the huge black club touch him, then push deep into his already
tortured, cum-filled, agonized ass.

"No more," he groaned weakly, but Zack didn't hear.  Zack also loved Bob,
for his beauty and his gentleness, and he now took his turn plundering the
ass of the man who had hurt him.  Randy was almost beyond feeling now as he
looked up through his mist of pain and saw the beautiful black giant rising
and falling above him.  His screams had become agonized moans and he could
do nothing but wait for the pain to cease.

It didn't take long.  Zack was not immune to the sight of the magnificent
bound body, soaked in cum, sweat and piss, and he soon felt his cock
shudder inside the furnace of Randy's ass.  With a howl of triumph he shot
his load inside him, then pulled out his cock and poured more juice down
into the floods of semen already running down the man's body and face.
With one last look at Randy he turned to Mark and they exchanged jubilant
smiles of infinite satisfaction.

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

From then on life for Randy was a blur of pain and a succession of cocks
pounding his tortured ass.  Mark brought Jamie forward and said, "I did it
for Bob because he was hurt.  Pablo was hurt too, and he's your friend.  Do
it for him, and for me, kid.  I've opened the ass up for you, boy.  That's
my juice you'll feel inside. "

That was all Jamie needed to hear.  He looked down at the gleaming body and
quickly pushed his cock forward.  It slid in easily as the hole oozed with
the semen of three men.  And by this time the ass was such a raging furnace
that it didn't take long for Jamie to shoot his load inside it.  Then, as
his master had done, he pulled his cock out and sprayed white cream all
over the cum-soaked body.

The twins came next.  They were nervous of course, but they had learned to
be assertive and knew they had been accepted as full members of the group.
Most of all, they knew they were doing this for Bob.  They always found
strength in acting together and now was no exception.  As Kyle prepared to
fuck Randy's ass Kevin threw his leg high over the body so, with one foot
on the ground on either side, he was able to straddle the hammock, over
Randy's face.

In his daze Randy obediently opened his mouth and felt the young boy's cock
slide inside it.  At the same time he felt yet another cock enter his ass,
mercifully more gently than the vicious pounding he had already endured.
And so he suffered the indignity of being double-fucked by the young twins,
one in his mouth the other in his ass.

Like Jamie, the twins found the experience too erotic to hold back for long
and soon Randy felt the juice of youthful exuberance pouring into his mouth
and his ass.  They quickly pulled out and stepped back, looking at each
other with the quiet satisfaction that they had played their part in these
extraordinary events.

Steve's voice again.  "I have saved Darius nearly for last for obvious
reasons," and he looked down at the boy's already erect ten-inch black
dick.  Darius had watched in awe a scene that surpassed any extreme fantasy
his mind could have concocted.  But the effect on him now was,
paradoxically, to lessen his natural lust.  He looked down at the tortured
man and realized the damage his huge cock could do to the ravaged ass.  He
could rip him open.

So he pushed his dick inside the ass gently, though its length alone was
enough to make Randy groan and thrash his head from side to side in renewed
agony.  Like the other boys before him, Darius was overwhelmed by the heat
in Randy's ass.  It was like a furnace burning his cock.  He had no real
joy in further damaging the man he idolized as his boss, so it was pure
physical sensation that made him blast his sperm deep inside his ass.

He pulled out but could not resist adding to the cum already drenching the
muscle-stud's helpless body and he shot another massive load over him.  He
stood transfixed by the erotic sight of the tortured body, an image he
would remember forever, and jerk off to many times.

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

Finally Bob walked hesitantly forward and gazed down at his lover.  Always
able to read Randy's thoughts he recognized the plea for forgiveness in his
eyes.  So it was with infinite forgiveness, not revenge, that Bob finally
took his turn.  With exquisite tenderness he eased his cock inside Randy's
ass and gently began to massage the cum-slicked, damaged tissue.  For Randy
it was a healing balm, bringing comfort to his ravaged ass and his tortured
mind.

They gazed into each other's eyes and soon tears were flowing down their
cheeks.  Only they knew the mystical sensation that bound them together and
would never let them separate however turbulent the waters they swam
through together.  And so, quietly, gently, Bob poured his love into
Randy's ass and Randy came one last time.  They smiled at each other as Bob
pulled out, then leaned forward and kissed him.

The other guys had watched in awe.  Quietly, Steve gathered them round the
hammock and they looked down at the man who had endured unimaginable pain
and humiliation to convince them of his strength, and his ability to endure
suffering ... not to mention his magnetic sexuality.  They gazed in awe at
the magnificent body in helpless bondage.  His gleaming muscles and
handsome dark face were streaming with the cum of so many men, juice oozing
from his ass.

It had been Randy's bid to regain their respect and their recognition of
him as the ultimate master.  And he had succeeded magnificently.  They knew
instinctively that they had to acknowledge his supremacy with one final
collective act, an act on their part no longer of domination but of
submission.  Taking their cue from Steve, they looked down at him and began
to stroke their cocks.

The air was heavy with testosterone, reeking of male sexuality, and it
infused the bodies of all the men paying homage to the master.  Every one
of them felt the eroticism of the moment, felt the blood gorge their cocks,
felt the juice rising until it exploded onto the magnificent man bound
before them.  Randy felt himself drowning in the semen of nine men as it
rained down on his face and naked body, drenching him in cum, re-anointing
him as the ultimate, undisputed master.

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

Later that day Mark was sitting quietly with Zack over beers.  "So, you
think the boat's finally stopped rocking?" asked Zack.

"Wouldn't count on it," Mark grinned.  "There's still San Diego to come."

"Is Bob still gonna see Hassan down there?"

"Sure.  Bob loves Randy but he knows he has to assert himself and stop
asking Randy for permission.  Giving in isn't an option.  That's what this
has been all about, after all.  So, I guess we'll see if the peace holds.
But I have a feeling Bob knows what he's doing.  We'll just have to wait to
find out."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" ... Part 120