Date: Tue, 24 Nov 2015 21:50:25 -0500
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 287  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 287
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: It's payback time for leather-master Zack as he atones for
his destructive rage.  First he submits to his own boy.  "It was Darius's
wildest fantasy of a muscular top-man sobbing in defeat, spread-eagled in
bondage, ass impaled on his boy's massive rod."  Then, Randy and Bob: "You
insulted us both, big guy, so you get double-teamed by us both."  Zack was
a pornographic sight riding two cocks at once.

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


CHAPTER 287 – "ZACK'S PAINFUL PENANCE"

Darius had committed the ultimate sin.

Disobeying one of the first rules of the tribe and insulting his master
Zack in the process he had had sex with a man outside the tribe, named
Vince, who had fucked him in the ass.  Darius saw it as payment to Vince
for making a cast of Darius's enormous dick and producing an exact replica
in silicone, a dildo for anyone brave enough to use it.

Frantic that his boy had gone missing, Zack went searching for him, and
Darius finally came home after midnight.  When he told Zack what had
happened Zack's fear at losing his boy turned to rage on finding him.  The
boy had stayed out late, worrying his master sick, and worst of all had
offered his ass to someone he picked up in a bar.

Zack struck Darius and roared, "Get out.  Get your sorry ass out of my
house and don't come back.  This house is off-limits to you from now on.  I
never want to see your face again, boy."

There followed an uneasy period where Darius thought he was no longer
Zack's boy and would be banished from the house.  Zack's fury was
implacable and he refused to budge, despite appeals from first Bob and
then, surprisingly, Brandon.  Zack was angry and offensive to both of them,
insulting Bob and pushing him to the ground, then yelling at Brandon and
making his wheelchair tip over, sending the boy sprawling.

But that incident, hurting a boy he loved, at last brought Zack back to his
senses and he agreed to a lesser punishment though no less painful,
especially physically.  In a ritual of the tribe he tied Darius up in front
of the whole clan, shoved the boy's massive dildo in his ass and left it
there for several hours.

But at last the boys, distraught at watching Darius's suffering and
admiring his stoic endurance, all stood up and applauded.  Zack relented.
He slowly extracted the dildo, replaced it with his own cock in the
painfully sore ass and fucked him `til they both came.

When it was over, men and boys rose to their feet in a clamor of applause
and cheers, a standing ovation for a master and his boy engaging in the
tribal ritual of punishment, retribution and forgiveness.  Zack freed
Darius's wrists, took him in his arms and kissed him, provoking renewed
cheers and whistles.

Jamie was standing next to Pablo and grinned at him.  "Question is, dude,
what comes next?  I'm sure you're gonna want to fuck with your reprieved
boyfriend – just go easy on that ravaged ass.  And, after this, the men
are all fired up to show their love for their boys.  Can't wait for Mark to
make love to me, which from the look in his eye will be any time now."

"Yeah," Pablo agreed, "but most of all Zack has a shitload of bridges to
build.  He has to make everything cool with his boy, and with Brandon who
he apparently kicked out of his wheelchair when the kid tried to help.
Pete's not gonna like that.

"But worst of all, word on the grapevine is that Zack was real offensive to
Bob when he came to offer advice. Said some real vicious things to him and
shoved him on the ground.  Hell, when Randy hears about that he's not gonna
be best pleased, to say the least."

"You're right, buddy," Jamie said.  "This has set off a whole mess of
stuff.  You throw a rock in a pond and the ripples last a long time.  Like
they always say, `It ain't over `til the fat lady sings ...' and we don't
have no fat lady.  If we did she'd be singing like a canary."

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

After the very public display of savage punishment, the masters' instincts
were to show affection and reassurance to their own boys, all of whom had
been horrified watching their buddy endure such a prolonged ordeal.  So
they mostly paired off as the crowd disbursed.

As Jamie had predicted, Mark was the first man to grab his boy by the
wrists and pull him into their ground-floor apartment, where Jamie stripped
naked and lay on the bed.  He gazed lovingly up at the cop as he slowly
took off his shirt and shorts, revealing his stunning physique and his
iron-hard cock pointing straight at Jamie's ass.

In the garden Bob and Randy sat on the ground under a shade tree with the
twins and Pablo.  They drank beer and talked earnestly about what had
happened, why, and how necessary it had been.  Randy did most of the
talking, his voice instructive and unusually gentle, almost professorial.
It was one of the ways Bob loved him the most, a caring master with the
three boys looking up at him in awe, hanging on his every word.

He looked earnestly at Pablo.  "Kiddo, I never want you to be afraid, like
Darius was, that I'll ever throw you out.  I know you're loyal and obedient
but whatever mistakes you make you'll always be my boy.  You're my son and
I may punish you hard `cos that's what a dad does – trains and
disciplines his boy.  But we'll always be together – and that's a
promise."

Bob and the twins smiled knowingly at each other.  Words weren't necessary
to convey the same message – that the twins would always be Bob's boys.
Now was the time to put speech into action, and soon they all went upstairs
to the master suite, got naked and made group love.

In fact, after the anguish of the morning, it was a mellow Saturday
afternoon of love all round.  Adam took Nate to their house next door and
straight into bed.  Mario and Grady needed no excuse to go to Mario's room
and make love – something they did all the time these days.

Hassan took Eddie up to his guesthouse in the Hollywood Hills and Jason
drove Ben down to his rustic house by the arroyo.  Steve and Lloyd went
back to their house on Mulholland and straight down to their basement
playroom.

One boy who was in for a really good time was Brandon.  Pete smiled at him
and said, "You are such a great kid, Brandon.  You never cease to surprise
me with your kindhearted instincts and your courage in expressing them,
even to a raging bull like Zack."

"Thank you, sir.  I knew Darius had to be punished, but I told Zack that
kicking him out of the house was way over the top.  And I got through to
Zack, sir."  Brandon chuckled, "Even if he did push me out of my chair.
When he hugged me and cried I knew it was a turning point."

"Well you deserve a reward kiddo.  How about we go up to our bungalow and
spend the afternoon in bed and you can choose what you want me to do?"

Brandon grinned mischievously.  "Oh I know that already, sir.  Come on,
I'll drive."

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

It came naturally to the various couples to fall in bed with each other –
except for the leather master and his boy who stood looking down at the
bed, then at each other, making only flickering eye contact.  After the
ordeal they had both gone through – caused by the boy and prolonged by
the master – Zack and Darius were not sure how to start – how to put
behind them the trauma of the last few days that had culminated today in
Darius's agonizing penance.

The painful rift between them had been started by Darius and his
disgraceful behavior, but Zack knew that he himself was not blameless as he
had let his towering rage drive him to irrational retaliation.  "Over the
top" was how Brandon had described it, and Zack knew that was true.  Which
explained the current uneasy stalemate.

It was Darius who impulsively broke the silence.  (He wasn't known by Randy
as motor-mouth for nothing, though this time it was a good thing.)  "Sir,"
he began boldly, but almost lost his nerve as he met Zack's stern gray
eyes.

"Sir, I ... I know it's too little too late but I want to apologize to you
again, sir.  I must've lost my mind – or been way too drunk, probably
both – to let that guy fuck me.  I caused you a shit load of pain and I
understand why you threw me out.  I deserved everything, sir ... and I'm
real sorry.  See, I love you, sir – worship you – and I promise never
ever to do stuff like that again.  I upset the whole house, I know that."
He frowned and shuffled uncomfortably. "But sir, can I... can I still be
your boy?"

Zack smiled at him.  "You never stopped being my boy, kiddo, in spite of
the crazy things I said.  My anger got the better of me and I didn't
realize it until I saw Brandon sprawled on the ground because of me.  We
owe that kid a lot.  Fact is, there's enough blame for us both to share."

They stared at each other with watery eyes.  "Jesus, kiddo, why do we let
bullshit like this happen?  Life's too short to waste time in this kinda
stuff.  I love you and always will ... you're my boy and always will be.
So let's cut the crap.  Come here, kid."

Zack opened his arms and Darius fell into them in the tightest, longest hug
since they first met.  Wrapped in his master's arms Darius felt loved,
elated and, above all safe.  He would always be Zack's boy, Zack had said
so, and right now that's all he wanted in the world.

At last Zack pulled back and said, "How about we put all this behind us,
forget about it and get on with our lives together?"

"Thank you, sir.  I'll be the best boy for you that a man ever had."

Zack frowned.  "There's just one thing, though."

"Uh-oh."

"I was miserable watching you endure that dildo in your ass.  But I saw
pleasure in your eyes mixed with the pain and ... I kinda wondered what it
really felt like."  He looked hard at the long black dildo that he had
brought in with him.

"Only one way to find out," Darius said, and his rascal smile was back.

"What?  Is my young leather-boy suggesting some kinda role reversal here?"

"He sure is, sir ... with all due respect."

"Hm, I don't think respect has much to do with it, boy, but if we're gonna
do it we might as well go the whole way."

The only thing Darius was wearing was the slave chain round his neck.  Zack
quickly unlocked it then locked it round his own neck, with the loose end
dangling down between the solid mounds of his pecs.  He threw himself on
his back on the bed.  Seeing his master with the chain round his neck
compelled Darius to react by grabbing his studded leather harness from the
closet and clipping it on, crossed over his chest.  The leather-boy was in
charge.

Darius stared down at the shirtless black muscle-god wearing tight black
jeans and work boots.  He looked magnificent ... Darius was his boy ... and
it was payback time.  He unlaced Zack's boots and pulled them off.  Then he
ripped open his pants and his master's monster dick sprang up.  God, how
Darius had missed that.  He bent down clamped his mouth over it and
swallowed the whole length in one gulp.

"Holy shit," Zack moaned loudly, grabbing his boy's head and pumping it
down on his cock.  Darius was euphoric, going in one day from outcast to a
boy sucking his master's dick, without gagging or choking once.  But when
he heard Zack gasp and felt his cock shudder in his mouth he pulled off
quickly.  "No blast-off yet," he ordered (dropping the `sir').  "Long way
to go still ..."

He got behind Zack's head, grabbed his wrists and pulled them to the
headboard.  Zack had taught Darius to be expert with ropes and he quickly
tied his master's wrists to the corner bedposts with the ropes that always
hung there.  Then he pulled Zack's jeans clear off.

The boy paced round the bed and stared in awe at the spread-eagled
leather-master with the shiny black skin and shaved head, buck naked except
for the slave chain round his neck, his massive cock rearing up out of his
wiry mass of pubic hair like a tent pole.  He struggled instinctively
against the ropes, his rugged face grimacing, his carved-in-ebony muscles
rippling as he writhed on the bed.

It had always been a secret fantasy of Darius to see the big, muscular
construction boss in a position of subservience, tied down and abused by
another tough alpha male.  Darius was Zack's boy but as he looked in the
mirror and flexed his sculpted body he saw himself as the aggressor and it
excited the hell out of him.  A leather-boy dominating his master.

He picked up the dildo Zack had dropped, pulled lube from a drawer and
slowly, tauntingly, greased up the formidable weapon.  Zack was transfixed
as he fully realized the length and thickness of the replica of his boy's
cock.  He had forced Darius to endure it in his ass for several hours and
now understood the courage and sheer guts of his boy.  He doubted he could
endure as much and regretted starting this.

"Boy," he said, "I don't think I can take ..."

"You've got to," Darius said resolutely.  "You said you shared the guilt so
now you have to share the pain."  He pushed Zack's feet towards his butt on
the bed, bending his knees so his ass was raised up and vulnerable.  He
gazed at the gorgeous ass, ringed with curly black hair, and pressed the
head of the greasy dildo against it.  He eased it into his ass, slowly at
first, then with increasing force.

Zack gasped, feeling his ass stretched open and moaned, "No, boy ... stop
... stop.  I'm telling you to stop."

"No deal, stud," Darius growled, easily sliding into the role of vengeful
top man.

Zack gazed up at the macho young buck in the leather harness, with a mix of
anger, awe and lust.  All day the rugged construction boss strode around
the construction site shirtless, barking orders and instilling fear and
respect in his men.  He was omnipotent, could beat any man to a pulp and
endure any pain.  But now the naked muscle-god was helpless, bound
spread-eagled on the bed, a chain round his neck, at the mercy of his own
boy and the weapon cast from his monster cock.

He groaned when the entire length of the rod was buried in his ass, the
head passing over the inner sphincter and driving him wild.  "Shit, that
hurts so bad.  Pull it out, boy ... I can't take it ... pull the damn thing
out!"

Darius did as his master told him – but not all the way out.  He paused
with the head of the dildo still inside Zack's butt.  Then, with one long
thrust, he drove the weapon even deeper than before and Zack's howls shook
the whole house.  He pulled desperately against the ropes, his body
writhed, his head thrashed from side to side and tears spurted from his
eyes.

Darius stared spellbound ... he had never seen his master look more
beautiful ... the naked construction boss in bondage, muscles flexed, veins
standing out, his ass being tortured by a replica of his own boy's cock.

Then the fuck began in earnest.  As Darius pulled the dildo slowly back and
forth he said, "Like you said earlier, man, I could rip you open with this
thing.  But I'll keep ramming it in your ass like this until you submit to
your boy and beg for mercy.

"Fuck you, boy.  I never give up, least of all to my boy."  Darius's eyes
flashed and he drove the rod in fast and deep, making the agonized
muscle-god howl in pain.  With short, sharp thrusts the boy repeatedly
jerked the head of the dildo over the inner sphincter and back, massaging
the sphincter and jabbing in and out of the fiery inner chamber of Zack's
ass.

It was driving Zack crazy.  It wasn't the pain – that had faded away.
It was the ecstatic sensation of the cock moving deep inside him, and he
desperately held back his orgasm knowing that would be a sign of defeat.
But Darius smiled down at him maliciously, grabbed Zack's cock and began
stroking it hard, all the while shoving the dildo deep in his ass.

"You're finished, man," Darius growled.  "You know you've gotta cum.  You
gotta submit."

On the edge of delirium Zack howled, "OK, OK, I'm done ... I can't take any
more.  I submit to you, boy.  I'm begging you ... I gotta cum.  His
magnificent body was heaving, tears springing from his eyes.  "Shit, oh
shit ... fuck, fuck, fuuuck ... aaagh ..."  Darius felt cum racing up the
length of his master's cock and saw it explode in blasts of semen that rose
high and splashed down on Zack's chest and face.

Darius could hardly believe the sight of the black muscle-god writhing in
agony and euphoria, tugging at his restraints, body running with sweat, his
rugged face stained with cum, tears and sweat.  It was Darius's ultimate
fantasy of a powerful top-man sobbing in defeat, body spread-eagled in
bondage, impaled on a massive rod torturing his ass.

The image was even more homoerotic with the young black leather-boy in a
harness towering over him.  The master had been broken by his own boy.

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

Slowly, gently, Darius pulled the long dildo from his master's ass.  After
a final wince of pain Zack stared up at Darius and groaned, "You are the
prefect boy for me, Darius.  You are so damn sexy, not to mention gorgeous.
Have you finished with me?"

"Not quite sir.  I haven't cum yet.  And if this really is payback time we
gotta go all the way like you said.  When you punished me the worst thing
of all – and the best! – was when you pulled the dildo out of my ass
and replaced it with your dick.  Hell my ass was sore, on fire, and your
cock had never hurt so bad.  I gotta show you how it felt.  I'll leave the
ropes tied, otherwise you'll push me off when you feel the pain of my dick
in your burning ass.

He dipped his fingers in the lube again, stood above the bound giant and
stroked his own cock in his fist.  "See this, sir?  It's identical to the
rod that just tortured your ass ... only this time it's the real thing.
I'm gonna tell you a secret, sir.  You never look more beautiful than when
you are tied up helpless and your gorgeous face is writing in pain.  I
often beat off thinking of that, sir, only now it's real."

Zack braced himself, pulling at his bound wrists, his shoulders and biceps
bulging, his chest and razor-sharp abs flexed hard waiting for the assault
on his ass.  He was in the same position as before, knees bent, feet pulled
up to his ass that was raised up, vulnerable.  The boy braced his hands on
Zack's knees and pressed his ten-inch club against his hole.  Gazing into
his master's eyes he eased all ten inches gently into his ass until it came
to rest deep inside.

Zack's face grimaced and thrashed from side to side – just what excited
Darius the most.  "Shit damn," the bound man groaned, "that hurts so bad.
My ass is so damn sore I felt every inch of your dick sliding into it.
Man, it feels great.  You're such a beautiful young buck.  So fuck your
master's ass, boy.  Show him how much you love him."

"I worship you, sir.  It's an honor to fuck you.  Wow, your ass fees so
damn hot."

The fuck was loving and gentle at first and Darius reached forward and
caressed Zack's nipples with his finger tips to heighten the ecstasy
coursing through his body.  The pain in Zack's ass diminished and he
succumbed to the gentle rhythm of the long cock pulling all the way back,
then easing inside him.  The membrane of his ass was hot and tender after
the dildo fuck but that only sharpened the pleasure for the naked
leather-master and his boy.

Darius released Zack's nipples, clenched his fists and rested them on his
rock hard pecs.  He accelerated the speed and force of his pile-driving
cock and began punching Zack's pecs hard, first one then the other, his
mind fantasizing about a fight where the hero lay on his back getting
pec-punched by his rival.

Zack flexed his chest hard to withstand the blows, groaning in his own
fantasy of a rugged black alpha male tied up and being pummeled into
submission by a muscular young jock.  "Aaagh," he yelled, pulling
desperately against the ropes binding him.  "That is so fucking hot it's
gonna make me bust another load."

Darius stopped punching and, still fucking his ass, leaned forward and
rested his hands flat on the bed on either side of Zack.  In an amazing
first for both of them Darius began a series of pushups over his master,
coming down low enough to brush his lips against Zack's before pushing up
again.  And each downward move was accompanied by an ever deeper thrust of
his cock in his ass.

Darius could do limitless pushups in the gym and he did so now over the
bound muscle-boss.  Each time he came low he kissed Zack lightly, or licked
his face, his eyes, his neck ... and buried his rod in Zack's ass.

Zack was mesmerized by the sight of the boy's muscles flexing under his
harness as he rose and fell above him, and by the tantalizing touches of
Darius's lips on his mouth and face.  At the last minute Darius pulled back
upright on his knees, grabbed the end of the chain round Zack's neck and
pulled his head up off the bed.

The rugged face withed from side to side, pulling against the chain that
held his head suspended, forcing him to look up at the muscle-jock pounding
his ass.  Zack reached up and grasped a strap of the boy's leather harness.
"I can't take this boy.  I gotta cum.  Let me feel your juice in my ass.
Fuck me, boy."

Darius had never seen anything more erotic than this, a master begging his
boy to cum inside him.  Their bodies shuddered as he pumped a pent-up load
of jizz in his master's ass while Zack roared and blasted another shower of
white juice over his own body.

They gazed at each other spellbound until their cocks drained and their
breathing subsided.  Then Darius pulled out his dick, quickly untied his
master's wrists and fell on top of him, their bodies sliding together over
the slick semen from Zack's two orgasms.  Zack wrapped his arms round his
boy and said in his ear, "Nobody could give me all that except you, kiddo.
Man, you are so fucking exciting.  You gonna stay with me always?"

Darius, grinned broadly.  "For richer for poorer, in sickness and in
health, `til death us do part. Oh, and with my body I thee honor, sir."

"And what a body!" Zack smiled, hugging him tighter.  Even if they had been
wedded they couldn't have been closer than they were at this moment.

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

Dinner on Saturday was usually sparsely attended as many of the guys had
Saturday night plans.  But this evening was an exception.  The men had all
spent an afternoon of love and lust and wanted to share their exhilaration
with their buddies.

The `three amigos', Eddie, Ben and Brandon, were helping the twins in the
kitchen with food for the unexpectedly large group.  The twins, intently
focused on this major task, tried to blot out the incessant chatter as the
three boys talked over each other, describing their afternoon adventures in
lurid detail.  It was not so much a discussion as three monologues
colliding.

Outside, the senior boys sat at table close to their masters, still basking
in the afterglow.  They were all pleased to see Zack and Darius reunited,
closer than ever before, it seemed, from the way they gazed at each other
with shining eyes.  Pablo was sitting between Randy and Bob, tired but
happy having been serially fucked by the two masters and double-teamed by
the twins.

Nate, looking dazed, came in from next door with a proudly satiated Adam,
then Steve and Lloyd arrived, still breathing heavily.  Grady and Mario
came down, looking as they always did after one of their sexual marathons.
Last to arrive were Mark and Jamie, the muscle-cop and his surfer-jock who
had been making love all afternoon, judging by their disheveled appearance.

Hassan, Jason and Pete were there too, having delivered their boys Eddie,
Ben and Brandon to the kitchen.  So when dinner was served the conversation
was more boisterous than ever now that the clouds of discord had blown
away.

The only man who seemed slightly troubled when he tore his adoring gaze
from his boy was Zack.  He knew that he and Darius had thrown a large rock
in the tribal pond and the ripples hadn't stopped rippling.  They had
decisively restored their own loving relationship, but there were still a
few more acts of contrition to play out – not by Darius this time but by
his master Zack.  Even now, at the table, Zack had a problem making eye
contact with Bob or Brandon, two guys he had verbally trashed when they
came to offer help.

When dinner was over Darius stood up and said to the boys, "OK, guys,
meeting."  They all grinned at each other ... Darius was back, tough and
proud, a natural leader.  Urged on by the others he described in detail his
afternoon with Zack, basking in their adoring, wide-eyed reactions ... "No
way, dude."  "Holy crap, that really happened?"  Not to be outdone, the
other boys all took their turn with colorful descriptions of their exploits
... so it was a long meeting.

Finally Randy's voice boomed, "OK, guys, dinner's over.  If anyone wants to
resume where they left off this afternoon, go for it."  They all went for
it, coupling up and dispersing quickly to their various rooms and homes.

The only boy left alone was Pablo, except, of course, for his dog Billy who
was always with him ... always.  Darius had naturally gone back to spend
the night with Zack, and the twins were with each other in their rooms
above the kitchen.  They were reaffirming the strength of their own special
kind of love, though nobody ever doubted that in the slightest.

Normally Pablo had no problem being alone.  He enjoyed his own company and
that of Billy nestled against him on the bed.  But, after all the action in
this deeply emotional and sexual day where the pendulum had swung from high
drama to passionate love, tonight was one of the rare times when Pablo felt
lonely.  He wanted company, needed to touch flesh.  He shrugged and grinned
at Billy, "Well, kiddo, there's no harm in asking."  Billy gave a soft
whine of agreement and trotted beside his master down the hall to the
master suite.

"Come in," Bob said in response to Pablo's knock on the door.  Pablo
entered cautiously and looked at the men naked in bed.  But he relaxed when
he saw that, if Randy and Bob had been fucking, they were finished.  "So
what's up, kid?" Randy asked.

The boy stood in the middle of the room with his dog sitting beside him,
both of them looking slightly forlorn.  Pablo cleared his throat.  "Well,
sir, see the thing is, me and Billy were feeling a bit lonely.  I mean,
Darius is with Zack, of course, so it's just me and Billy and, well ...

"And you would like to spend the night with us," Bob rescued him with a
smile.  "What d'ya think, Randy?"

Randy always loved the idea of his boy joining them in bed but he teasingly
put on a show of doubt and rubbed his stubbled chin thoughtfully.  "Hmm
... OK, you can get in the bed but the dog stays on the floor."

Pablo's face broke into his crooked grin.  "No problem there, sir.  Billy
prefers to sleep on the floor when there's a lot of action in the bed."

"Ah, so you think there's gonna be a lot of action in this bed tonight, do
you?"

"Oh, I didn't mean ... well, I don't know if you and Bob ... like, if you
..."

Randy laughed.  "Cut the crap and get in the bed, kiddo."  Pablo bounded
into the bed between them, and Billy sank down on the floor beside it with
a satisfied sigh."

"Get this clear, boy, we're bushed and we're gonna sleep – and so are
you."  Randy paused and winked at Bob. "'Course, kid, you may get woken up
in the night by a cock or two in your ass."

Pablo pressed against him.  "No problem there, sir.  None at all."

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

And so peace settled over the house after events that could have been make
or break for the tribe.  But, thanks in large part to the intervention of
two members of the group – a peace-loving master and a brave boy –
disaster had been averted.  While he lay with his boy in his arms Zack's
mind kept returning to those two guys and he replayed the scene over and
over again when he had insulted and assaulted them both, two of the kindest
and most loved of the tribe.

As soon as Zack woke up next morning, in an effort to clear his mind of his
guilt – and to satisfy his raging cock – he reached for his boy and
pulled him against him.  Darius was sleeping on his side with his back to
Zack.  Still recovering from the grueling events of the previous day he
remained in a deep sleep even as Zack pulled him close.  Zack smiled at the
muscular young jock, breathing steadily with a faint smile on his face as
he lay dreaming.

Zack reached for the lube on the bedside table and greased up his own
rock-hard cock.  He pressed it against the boy's hole, and Darius's ass was
so relaxed it slid easily inside.  "Mmm ..." Darius moaned in his sleep.

Not surprisingly he had been dreaming of lying in the strong arms of a
dominant black muscle-god, and he dreamed of (felt?) the stud's huge tool
pushing inside his ass.  It was like a dream come alive of some long rod
filling his ass.  It felt so real, the most vivid dream he had ever had,
and he moaned in his sleep to the man of his dreams, "Thank you sir."

Zack smiled as he eased his dick in and out of his boy's ass.  He knew
Darius was dreaming and felt more protective than ever as he fucked the
unconscious young jock's gorgeous ass.  He took care to avoid sudden moves
that might waken the boy, but even so Darius stirred and began very slowly
to creep toward consciousness.  But in that magical state between sleeping
and waking he wanted above all to prevent this incredible dream from
disappearing.

The movement in his ass was hypnotic and in an instant he was back inside
his dream.  He saw the man so distinctly, felt his cock so intensely and
was half aware of his own cock shuddering.  It was like an hallucination
where he watched the scene from above, saw the two black men, the big
muscular boss fucking the boy.  He saw the man tense, heard him groan and
felt a wet warmth inside his own ass.  He almost jerked awake as he felt
his own cock pour hot liquid onto the sheet.

When he was spent he drifted off to sleep again.  It had been a wet dream
to top them all.

Slowly, carefully, Zack pulled out of his boy's ass and eased away from
him, leaving a pillow in his place to maintain the warmth against Darius's
back as he slept soundly once more.  Zack pulled the sheet up to his boy's
neck and kissed him lightly on the cheek.  He put on a pair of boxers and
left the room.  Immediately, his thoughts flew back to his rage-induced
insults to two men he loved, and he knew he couldn't go any longer without
trying to atone for them.

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He walked across the street and through the gate where he bumped into Pablo
who said, "Oh, sorry, sir, I was just coming across to your place to check
in on Darius.  Is he awake, sir?"

"No, kid, he's fast asleep, exhausted.  So don't wake him.  But it might be
a good idea if you crawled into bed beside him and put your arms round him.
Could be just what he needs."

"Thank you, sir," Pablo said with his trademark crooked gin.  "I can handle
that."

Zack sighed and paused to think out how to proceed with his next difficult
task.  He looked up with some trepidation at the widows of the master
suite.  Pablo had evidently just left Bob and Randy so at least they were
awake.

Actually they were not only awake they were talking animatedly as they lay
naked together. It started calmly enough when Randy said, "Hey, buddy, you
never did tell me what happened yesterday morning when you went to speak to
Zack and tried to reason with him about his boy.  What did he say?"

"Oh, not much," Bob shrugged nonchalantly.  "He was stubborn that's all."

Randy was immediately suspicious.  "Don't lie to me, Bob.  I can always
tell when you're lying.  What are you covering up?  Did he hit you?"

"Nah, not really, a shove that's all.  It wasn't so much what he did as
what he said, but I know it was his anger speaking – shit, I've had
enough experience with you to know that.  So I didn't take it seriously."

"What did he say?" Randy persisted, his anger building.

"Like I said, I didn't pay much attention.  Can't rightly remember what he
said."

"No, but I can!"  Zack came into the room.  Pablo had left the door ajar
when he departed and Zack had heard most of the conversation as he came up
the stairs.

"Bob's protecting me, Randy, and I don't deserve it.  You know you and me
never lie to each other, buddy.  I have too much respect for you.  Maybe
Bob can't remember, but every word I spat out is etched on my brain.  I've
thought about it over and over, longing to take every word back.  I was
angry and confused about my boy but there's no excuse for what I said."

Randy leapt to his feet, his body tense, his fists already clenched.  The
one thing in his life that was not negotiable was other men's treatment of
Bob.  You bad-mouthed Bob and Randy retaliated.  His protective instincts,
honed over years of defending his younger brothers, transferred tenfold to
Bob and could be formidable when coupled with his explosive anger.

And now he was in full protective mode as he growled threateningly.  "What
did you say to Bob, Zack?  What did you do?  Tell me everything, every last
word."

Zack cleared his throat and looked Randy straight in the eye.  "Like I
said, I remember exactly.  When Bob confronted me about my treatment of my
boy I saw red and pushed him out to the garden.  I prodded him in the chest
as I said, `What the fuck do you know about anything, asshole?'

"I told him, `You're so fucking high and mighty, but look how you coddle
your boys, a couple of pussies.  They could set fire to the house and you
wouldn't blame them.'  My rage took over completely and I kept prodding him
in the chest as I said that I set the rules for my boy and when he breaks
them he's out – simple as that. `And it's got nothing the fuck to do
with you'."

Randy's eyes were blazing, his body coiled tight as if about to strike.  He
was visualizing Bob, the man he would protect with his own life, being
attacked by this ferocious black muscle-stud.  Bob was shocked at Zack's
candor and the thought crossed his mind that he was actually looking for
Randy to punish him.

But Zack wasn't finished.  "I jabbed Bob hard and he tripped over and fell
on his back on the grass.  But he wasn't hurt and got right back up.  I
yelled at him, `I've had enough of your bullshit, asshole.  Get the fuck
out of my house'."  It's good that he left when he did `cos I was so out of
control I'd have hit him again."

There was a deathly silence as a naked Randy paced the room, trying
unsuccessfully to control his rage.  He and Zack were close buddies, like
brothers under the skin, but there was always a competitive edge to their
friendship, inevitable between two tough, dominant alpha males.

Now the simmering rivalry erupted as Randy's eyes pierced Zack's like
lasers.  "Fuck you, man, I thought we were buddies ... I treat you like a
brother and you betray me by insulting and abusing my man."  He slapped
Zack's face with the back of his hand.  "Come on, man, fight ... give me
the satisfaction of beating you to a fucking pulp."

Bob jumped to his feet and said, "Hey, don't I have a say in this?"

Randy spun round.  "No you don't.  This is no concern of yours.  It's
between Zack and me."  Bob sat back down on the bed with a resigned sigh.
He knew of old that when Randy was seized with a rage like this, common
sense and logic flew out the window.

But Zack made no move to defend himself.  "Look, man, I'm not gonna fight
you but you have every right to punish me."

"Every right?!" Randy roared.  "I don't need an asshole like you to read me
my rights.  You're a fucking coward.  Come on, fight me."  He slapped
Zack's face harder, one side then the other, pushing him back against the
wall where he made no move to retaliate as his face swung from side to side
under the blows.

Randy gut punched him, making him double over, then pushed his face up
against the wall again and raised his arm.  But it was grabbed from behind
by Bob who yelled, "No, Randy.  Stop.  This gets us nowhere."

Randy shoved him off, swung round erratically and his raised hand made
contact with Bob's face, slapping him so hard he went sprawling naked on
the bed.  Enraged by the sight of Bob rubbing his cheek Zack roared
"Asshole" and threw himself at Randy.

Bob rolled off the bed just in time as the two muscular, naked alpha males
fell heavily on the bed, wrestling, punching, clawing at each other.  Zack
soon had Randy on his back, pinning him down by kneeling on his arms.
Breathing heavily Zack raged.  "I'll take my punishment, asshole, but I
won't stand by while you hurt Bob.  He needs protection from an animal like
you."  Zack turned the tables on Randy by slapping his handsome, stubbled
face from side to side.

Bob flashed on the irony of the two men who were committed to protecting
him, both hurting him instead and now fighting each other.  He sprang to
his feet and tried to pull Zack off.  "Stop!  Damn idiots.  Protection like
this I don't need.  Stop fighting or I'll leave you and go shack up with
Mark.  At least he won't hit me.  He loves me!"

That struck home and their eyes, locked on each other, now refocused on
Bob.  "Shit, man, I hit you," Randy gasped, seeing reason at last.  "Are
you OK, buddy?"

"I would be OK if you didn't hit me and stopped behaving like raging bulls.
Pounding each other and trashing the room is no solution to all this."

"You got a better one?" Randy asked meekly.

"Sure I do. After all, I'm supposed to be the injured party here so it
stands to reason I get to punish the aggressor.  You two get off the bed."

They obeyed submissively and stood by the bed as Bob lay on it on his back.
They gazed down in awe at the man who had suddenly assumed control with
quiet authority.  He looked spectacular lying there naked, with his
flawless physique, his square, chiseled features, deep brown eyes and dark,
tousled hair.

Bob reached to the side table and pulled from a drawer a jar of lube, which
he dipped into and slowly greased up his huge cock by wrapping both fists
round it and stroking slowly.  Randy and Zack were salivating as they
watched Bob's muscles ripple, both of them more ashamed than ever of
abusing this kind and beautiful, man.

"Lose the shorts, Zack, and kneel astride me," Bob said.  Light dawned and
Zack knew exactly what he had to do, though it hardly qualified as
punishment.  As Randy watched enviously, the naked black muscle-god did as
ordered, knelt astride Bob's waist, then lowered his ass down until the
long greasy cock slid between his ass cheeks.  Suddenly Bob thrust his hips
up high spearing Zack's ass and making him howl with pain.

But the pain dissolved instantly as he looked down at the gorgeous man and
felt his cock buried deep inside him.  "Oh shit," he moaned, "Fuck me, man,
let me feel that rod in my ass."

"It's all up to you, man," Bob said.  And so it was – more like Zack
doing the fucking as he rode Bob's cock with increasing speed and force,
watching the magnificent body flex and the face writhe in ecstasy.  Zack
reached forward and traced the contours of Bob's chest and ripped abs, then
stroked his neck and face, all the time sinking deeper and deeper on his
cock.

Randy watched them with envy and resentment.  He had started out by
punishing Zack but now Bob had taken over and was all but making love to
the man.  Suddenly Bob's eyes broke away from Zack and glanced at Randy,
then at the lube on the table and back to Randy.  The man's a genius, Randy
thought and lubed his own cock Zack was too focused on Bob to notice Randy
in the mirror, or to feel him kneel on the bed behind him.

Bob put his hand round the back of Zack's neck and pulled his face down on
his in a hungry kiss – and incidentally raising Zack's ass higher as he
leaned forward, still riding Bob's cock.  Dazed, Zack was floating on an
erotic cloud ... when suddenly ...  He pulled away sharply and howled, "No,
I can't ... no ... stop!"  Zack tried to rise off Bob's cock but his hips
were held down from behind in a vise-like grip as a second cock –
massive, unrelenting – pushed against his hole.

As the huge rod drove inside him alongside Bob's, Zack again howled in pain
that, this time, did not go away so soon.  His head started to spin as his
ass was stretched to the limit, filled by two thick cocks working in
tandem.  He looked in the mirror and saw over his shoulder Randy's dark
demon face, grinning in triumph.

"This is your punishment, big guy" Randy growled.  "Making love to my man
is no punishment, we all know that.  When you insulted him you insulted me,
so you had to get double-teamed."

"Fuck you, man.  That hurts like shit – two fucking huge cocks in my
ass."  But even as he said it the pain did at last start to subside.  He
looked down at Bob's ecstatic face, then up at Randy's rugged face in the
mirror – two gorgeous lovers grinding their cocks together in his ass.
It was meant to be punishment but what all of them felt mostly was raw,
male-to-male lust.

The sexual power of three alpha males sent testosterone coursing through
their veins and made them prolong the dual fuck endlessly.  Zack
straightened up and rode both cocks, with his arms held triumphantly in the
air, flexing his biceps in a bodybuilder pose yelling, "Yeah, fuck that
black ass, guys.  Let me ride those poles."

Impaled on two cocks at once Zack was a spectacular sight, his ebony
muscles rippling.  He lowered one arm, clamped his fist round his cock and
pounded it, his other fist pumping the air like a rodeo cowboy.  He looked
at himself in the mirror rising and falling on the two rods stuffed in his
ass and howled, "Holy fuck, that looks good."  Bob gazed up in awe and
said, "Let me see you shoot your wad, cowboy.  I wanna feel your jizz all
over me.  Do it, man."

"Yeah, yeah," Zack roared ... "I'm gonna cum ... fuck ... fuck ... oh fuck
... here it comes... Aaagh!"  His body convulsed and a river of semen
spurted from his cock like water from a hose, splashing down on Bob's abs,
his rock hard pecs, in his face and down his throat. Through a film of cum
Bob stared up at Randy and said, "You ready, man?

"Right there with you, buddy.  Let's do it.  Yeaahh!"  Twin screams split
the air as they unleashed their loads and Zack felt hot juices pouring
inside him, filling his ass, oozing out of it and running down his legs.
It made his cock erupt a second time and Bob gulped it down, choking as if
he were drowning in cum.

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Minutes later they were lying next to each other, willing their heartbeats
to slow and their breathing to subside.  "Man," Zack sighed, `that was some
fucking punishment, guys.  Maybe I'll insult Bob again just to get
double-teamed again."  Randy grinned, "Don't push your luck, buddy.  Next
time we'll invite Mark and go for a triple.  Hey, I'm fucking starved.  You
think those twins of yours have got food on the table?"

Not only was the Sunday Brunch on the table but most of the men and boys
were round it, waiting impatiently for the three men to appear.  Pablo had
filled them in on what was happening and they now waited with bated breath.
The three men had showered together, then pulled on clean shorts and
appeared at last.  It was obvious from their smiles that peace was restored
and they were greeted by cheers and whistles.

Mark strode up to them and said, "Well done, guys.  No one murdered anyone
I see."

"Close, though," Bob laughed, setting of a round of fist bumps and bear
hugs.  Finally Randy and Zack grinned at each other with a long,
bone-crushing handshake.  Their respect, admiration and love had been
restored, stronger than ever – brothers under the skin.

"One bridge mended," Pablo whispered to Darius, "one more to go."

As if reading his mind Zack asked, "Hey, where are Pete and Brandon?"

"Still up in their bungalow, sir," Darius said.  "They're gardening –
putting the final touches to the landscaping Mario did for them.  They'll
be down later."  Zack looked at Darius then at Bob and they both knew what
was going through his mind.

At that moment up in the garden behind their bungalow, Pete and Brandon,
their faces and hands grubby with soil, were bringing their own touch to
the garden, working contentedly side by side.  Pete smiled at his boy.  "I
have a strong feeling we won't be left alone for long, boy."

"Zack, sir?"

"Hell, I always forget how smart you are, kid.  Yeah, Zack.  I know he
feels real bad about what he said to you, the way he treated you –
pushing your chair over and all.  But he's a good guy and he'll be itching
to make amends and do penance."  He smiled quizzically at Brandon.  "But I
think I'll leave the choice to you what happens to him, so start thinking
about it."

"Oh, I don't need to think, sir.  I already know exactly what I want from
Zack.  Yeah, I've known that for a long time.  All I need, sir, is your
approval."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 288


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