Date: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 02:30:35 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 178  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 178
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: Bob and Ben share a bed.  "Bob gazed at the ripped young
body, the round pecs, the six-pack abs.  Ben was a young Randy – the
same dark gypsy looks, the same sexual power as his big brother.  Ben paced
the room, a stallion in heat ... he had the rugged bodybuilder in his
power."  Meanwhile, the twins are hot for Hassan, "the shirtless,
muscle-god Marine, roped to the tree, his shredded tank hanging round his
waist."

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

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 178 – "Bob & Ben – The Twins & The Marine"

The trip to the lake had started with a bang ... more specifically Randy
and Pablo getting their asses serially banged by Zack and Darius, then Adam
and Nate.  It was all because of the insufferable ego-trip that Randy been
on with his boy.  "You've been treating us all like shit," Zack had
said. "Even Bob, that gorgeous guy who worships you."  So they had taught
Randy a lesson, and his arrogance had been deflated.  But he was man enough
to admit error, to take his punishment and still emerge triumphant.  No
doubt about it.  Randy was the boss, and Pablo was the boss's boy.

A bit later the men and boys were sprawled on the beach, sipping beer
almost as if nothing had happened.  Whatever Randy and his boy had been
subjected to it was all finished, handshake, no hard feelings.  Darius saw
the whole experience as an erotic spectacular and couldn't wait to regale
the guys at home with all the details, exaggerations and all.  "My video of
it is gonna blow their minds," he enthused, "make up for the dull old time
they're having while we're away."

Actually, the seven guys left at home wouldn't have minded having "a dull
old time" if it meant some peace and quiet where they could simply enjoy
each other's company.  Bob and Mark, of course, loved spending time
together, and the boys – Jamie, Ben, Eddie and the twins – loved
being with them.  Bob met with the boys shortly after the group had taken
off for the lake.

"First of all," he said, "I don't want you to feel bad about not going to
the lake and being left here with only Mark and myself for company."  There
were loud protests all round.  It was a thrill to be "left here" with Bob,
whose kindness matched his stunning beauty, and with Mark, the gorgeous cop
they all loved and admired, and who they knew was in love with Bob.  "OK,
OK," grinned Bob, quieting them down. "Now Eddie, with Nate gone you'll
need help keeping the house clean, so what if I ask Ben here to give you a
hand?"

Eddie's eyes glowed as he glanced at Randy's hot young brother.  "Yes
please, sir.  That is if Ben doesn't mind..."

"I think it'll be kinda cool, kiddo," Ben grinned, putting his arm over
Eddie's shoulder.  He liked this young kid ... felt protective toward him
... and Eddie admired the boy who shared his big brother's dark, handsome,
gypsy looks.  "Good," Bob said.  "You know guys, I think we're gonna have a
great time here together."

What the boys didn't know was that Bob had plans for them.  From the
privacy of his room he called Mark at work.  "Don't want to interrupt,
buddy, is this a good time?  Great, it's just that I wanted to run by you
an idea I've had.  I already called Hassan and Jason and they're on board,
so here's what I had in mind.  Mark chuckled as he heard the details.
Sounds terrific, buddy.  And you're sure you want Hassan, Jason and me in
full uniform?

"Yeah," Bob laughed," that's the whole idea.  "The cop, the Marine, the
fireman and the businessman with five young bucks to service them.  That's
a fantasy you don't come across every day of the week.  Let's see what the
boys make of that."

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

Bob wouldn't be putting his plan into effect until the next day, a
Saturday, when they would all be off work.  Right now the twins were in the
kitchen preparing dinner and, as Bob had suggested, Ben was working with
Eddie, substituting for Nate as houseboy.

Eddie looked up to Ben, as Randy's tough young brother, and instinctively
called him `sir'.  However, at the moment Eddie was relishing his role as
expert and mentor as he showed Ben around the house and explained the
houseboy's chores and responsibilities.  This was Eddie's territory and Ben
smiled indulgently as he watched the young kid enthusiastically take
charge.

"So that's pretty much it, sir," Eddie said.  "Actually, with Randy, Pablo
and Darius all away, and Adam and Nate gone from next door, it's a pretty
light load right now.  So why don't you tidy up Randy and Bob's room and
I'll see to the rest?"  He touched Ben's arm and said conspiratorially,
"But I gotta say one thing, something that Nate taught me.  Going into
everyone's room the way we do, we sometimes see things – kinda private
things – that we have to keep quiet about.  "`Discreet' is the word Nate
used.  We have to be discreet."

"Sure, I get it," Ben grinned, though his curiosity was tweaked by the
ideas Eddie had stirred in him, thoughts that were still rattling round in
his head as he walked upstairs to the master suite shared by Randy and Bob.
As he walked into their living room the concept became reality as he looked
around and saw the men's clothes scattered around.  He picked up Bob's suit
jacket and pants folded over a chair-back and put them on a hanger and into
the closet.  He ran his hand over the fine fabric of the suit, imagining it
stretched over Bob's muscular body, then picked up the discarded tie and
saw in his mind Bob's beautiful, square-jawed face.

He had often seen Bob come home from his work at the big corporation where
he was an executive, elegantly dressed in his expensive suit, and Ben
always got a hard-on just looking at him, he was so fucking gorgeous.
Randy had said Bob was a Senior Vice-President of the firm, and Ben smiled
to himself as he imagined the stunning boss walking through the office,
with all of the staff, male or female, fantasizing about getting fucked by
him.  Ben sure would.

He caught sight of Bob's white dress-shirt thrown over another chair and
picked it up.  Was it clean or dirty, he thought?  To make sure he pulled
it open to the inside of the armpit, raised it to his face and breathed in
deeply.  The smell of Bob's dried sweat made Ben's cock jump in his shorts.
It was dirty alright – must have been worn all day.

Ben remembered the time Bob had picked him up from Steve's office on his
way home from work.  Sitting beside him in the sleek Mercedes, Ben had been
aware of the sweat stains making the shirt cling to Bob's chest under his
jacket.  It was all he could do to stop himself leaning down, pulling open
Bob's suit pants and sucking his cock.

He shook his head, roused himself from his fantasies and took the shirt
through to the laundry basket in the bedroom.  And it was here that his
imagination really took flight.  The bed sheets were rumpled from the
previous night when Randy and Bob had slept together and no doubt made
love.  Ben bent down and pressed his face against the sheets Sure enough he
smelled the unmistakable pungency of semen – a lot of it.  He licked the
sheet, trying to taste the juice that must have poured out of the two
muscle-studs.

But again he shook his head and realized he had to pull himself together.
He stood up, intent on throwing all the dirty clothes and sheets into the
laundry.  But it was a losing battle.  Looking down at the bed again he saw
two tank tops ... the white fine-cotton one Bob had worn under his
dress-shirt, and the ragged, crumpled gray one Randy always wore on the
construction site, streaked with grease and sweat.  And that wasn't all.
As Ben reflexively held Randy's tank to his nose he smelled cum on it too.
He got a sharp picture of Randy's triumphant grin as he used the tank to
wipe from his chest and face the cum that Bob had spurted over it.

"Shit damn," he groaned and had to stop himself busting his load, feeling
instead the pre-cum oozing into his undershorts.  From then on Ben was
lost.  He laid out the two tanks side by side on the bed.  From the floor
he picked up Bob's white boxers and placed them just below the white tank.
Then he grabbed Randy's cum-stained jock strap and put it below the ragged
grey tank.  Side by side the underwear represented the striking difference
between these gorgeous lovers – the handsome, elegant business executive
– and the rough, macho construction worker with the dark gypsy looks.

His imagination in overdrive Ben walked round the bed and then saw
something that made him catch his breath.  Ropes! – tied round the posts
at the head of the bed.  Obviously one of the guys was tied to the bed
while he got his ass fucked.  That had to be Bob, submitting to the animal
magnetism of the master.  Ben saw clearly the handsome business executive
gazing up at the construction worker, begging him to fuck his ass.

In a daze Ben dropped his shorts and gazed at the ropes, then at the
clothes laid out on the bed.  He stroked his cock, but stopped immediately
as he knew he was close to shooting a load.  He couldn't help himself.  He
threw himself face down on the bed on top of the dirty underwear.  He
pulled from beneath him Randy's filthy jock and stuffed it into his mouth.
His saliva made it wet and, as he clenched his jaws again and again, he
tasted the juices oozing from the jock, the bitter taste of man-sweat and
semen.

In a wild frenzy of lust Ben reached upward and grabbed the ropes hanging
on the bed-posts.  He pulled himself up so his cock was rubbing against the
two tank-tops.  As he tasted, smelled the sexual juices of his big brother
he became him, hallucinating that he was the construction worker fucking
the businessman whose underwear was rumpled beneath him.  Holding onto the
ropes he was rubbing his body against the sheets, grinding against the
clothes, fucking the man, hearing him beg.  In his mind he heard the
executive plead, "Fuck me, sir, please fuck my ass.  I want your dick
inside my ass so bad.  I'm tied up helpless.  Please, sir ... fuck me ...!"

"OK, stud," Ben moaned out loud.  "God, you look gorgeous, that hot, naked
body roped to the bed, your master pounding your ass.  Here it comes, man.
I'm cumming inside you ... aaagh!"  Ben felt warm liquid explode from his
cock between him and the bed, pouring all over the men's underwear beneath
him.  His heart was pounding, breath heaving as he kept cumming, until
finally he was spent and the vision of Bob getting fucked faded from his
mind.

"Well done, Ben ... that looked real hot, boy."  Ben's eyes shot open in
alarm and he rolled over to see ... Bob, standing in the doorway smiling
broadly.  In a panic he leapt off the bed and unthinkingly grabbed both
tank tops from the bed and wiped the cum from his chest and the sweat from
his face.  That made Bob laugh.  "Jeez, Ben, you do take after your
brother.  That's exactly what Randy does after he's fucked me and I cum all
over him."

Ben started to gush incoherently.  "Sir, I ... I didn't mean ... I mean
... I'm sorry, sir.  I was just ... well, like you saw, sir ... but after
what Eddie told me about ..."

"I know, I know," Bob smiled, "that discretion thing.  Well we can still be
discreet if neither of us blabs.  I certainly won't.  And I'm sure I can
rely on your discretion too, Ben."

Ben couldn't believe Bob's reaction ... amusement more than anything else.
He was trying to think of something to say when Bob said, "Sorry to
interrupt your work, Ben.  I was upstairs in the office with Jamie and came
down to get a file we needed.  Here it is.  OK, carry on cleaning the room,
Ben."  He walked toward the door, then turned round and said, "Oh, by the
way.  Those two tank tops you just wiped yourself with – don't throw
them in the laundry.  Just push them under the bed for now.  I might need
them later."

He went out of the room, leaving Ben gaping behind him.  But he did as he
was told and stuffed the shirts under the bed.

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

His mind still reeling Ben finished off the bedroom, changing the sheets on
the bed and throwing the dirty stuff into the laundry hamper – all
except the tank tops, of course.  He looked at the pristine bed and
imagined Bob pulling back the sheets later and climbing into it naked.  He
shook his head.  "Gotta get out of fantasyland," he said to himself.
Downstairs he ran into Eddie and didn't say a thing, of course, though
Eddie looked at the flush on his face and guessed something had happened.

"Everything go OK up there?" Eddie asked.  Startled, Ben stammered, "Sure,
of course.  Bedroom looks great ...  clean bed and all ... ready for Bob to
..."  His blush deepened.

Still not entirely convinced Eddie said, "OK, maybe we should go and help
the twins serve dinner.  In the kitchen the twins also noticed the flush in
Ben's cheeks and grinned at each other.  After all this time, being close
to Bob and all, they had developed an intuition about what went on in the
house and guessed that Ben's first stint as houseboy had involved more than
just sweeping floors.

Dinner, served at the outdoor table by the pool, was not the usual
rambunctious affair.  It was surprising what a difference it made not
having Pablo and Darius there, showing off to Randy and Zack.  Adam and
Nate were absent too, and the remaining two men and five boys enjoyed the
calm of the evening, with the setting sun turning the sky crimson.  With
this soft radiance bathing their faces, everyone looked more handsome than
ever, and they all felt a sense of privilege being in a group of such
beautiful men.

The conversation started out casually enough but soon came round to the
topic of the men and boys by the lake.  Mark said lightly, "Wonder if Zack
and Adam did some kind of number on Randy, and the boys on Pablo.  I think
everyone noticed how full of themselves they've been lately."  He looked at
Bob and clenched his jaw.  "Shit, man, I really didn't appreciate the way
he spoke to you, putting you down with that crack of his – `Fuck you,
man, I don't follow the rules here – I make the fucking rules.'  That
crossed the line."

"Yeah, well ..." Bob shifted uncomfortably.  He didn't want to be disloyal
to Randy but he realized Mark was right.  And he had to admit that the
comment had hurt.  Randy was rarely as disrespectful of him as that.  Bob
was about to make some non-committal response when his cell phone rang.  He
looked at the screen and grinned.  He actually blushed as he said, "Hey
guys, excuse me for a minute, I have to take this ... it's ..." And he
walked off into the shadows, leaving no doubt among the guys who the call
was from.  "Hey buddy," Bob said, keeping his voice low.  "How's it going
up there?"

Randy's voice was hesitant.  "Er, kinda rough at first but nothing me and
my boy didn't deserve."  Randy was no good at small talk and charged right
in.  "Listen, man, I've been a total fucking dickhead – to all the guys
but especially to you.  I guess ever since Ben came back into my life I've
been on some asshole ego-trip – you know, being the boss with two tough
boys and a gorgeous lover.  But I treated you like shit, man, and I swear
to god as soon as I get home I'll make it up to you ... if you're there.
You will be there, won't you, buddy?"

Bob smiled.  Randy suddenly sounded like a little boy, scared he would be
deserted.  "Randy, old buddy," Bob said, "of course I'll be here, waiting
for you to `make it up to me.'  Sure, you behave like a Neanderthal
sometimes, but you're the most gorgeous, exciting Neanderthal ever to walk
the earth.  I've weathered more than a few tough words from you –
punches even – and I'm still here.  Hell, remember that time you dragged
me naked through the desert roped behind your truck?"

He could almost hear Randy blush.  "Yeah, well that was me in my caveman
days, doing anything to keep my mate from leaving me.  But I guess it was
you who tamed me, eh?  I just want you to know that I love the hell out of
you, man, and I'm sorry for all the shit I've ever put you through.  So
you'll ... you'll be there when I get home?"

"I'll be here – in my cave waiting for my caveman."

"One other thing, buddy, while I'm away could you take care of Ben for me?
I feel kinda bad about bringing Pablo up here and not Ben.  I don't want
him to feel left out."

"Oh, I don't think you have to worry about Ben, Randy.  He's having a great
time so far and I have a feeling there's more to come – much more.  I'll
take good care of him.  You and the guys just have fun at the lake – and
bring home a ton of fish for the twins to cook, OK?"

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

Bob was beaming when he got back to the table.  "That was Randy," he said.
"Oh, really?" said Mark grinning at the others, "we'd never have guessed."

"Anyway," said Bob, "he's doing great and I got the impression that Zack
and the others have already dealt with that ego-trip thing you were
mentioning, Mark.  I told him to bring home plenty of fish for you guys,
Kyle and Kevin, and he made a point of telling me to take care of Ben here.
Though I kind of have a feeling you know how to take care of yourself,
kiddo."

Ben blushed deep red as Bob continued.  "Now that so many of the guys are
away I wanted to sort out the sleeping arrangements for tonight.  Mark and
Jamie, I assume you'll be sleeping together as usual..." he grinned
"... and I use the term `sleeping' loosely.  Eddie, I know Hassan is away
at Camp Pendleton tonight so I was wondering ..."

"Er..."  Eddie went to say something but hesitated and looked at the twins
for support.  Kyle jumped in.  "Sir, Eddie and us were talking and we were
wondering ... well, Zack asked us to keep an eye on his house while it's
empty so ... do you think it would be OK if we and Eddie stay there
together?"

"Sir, it was my idea," Eddie blurted out.  "See me and the twins work
together a lot round the house, but we've never spent the night togeth ..."
His courage failed him, he blushed shyly and fell silent.

Bob chuckled.  "I think it's a great idea, kids.  The twins and I sleep
together a lot when Randy's gone so it's about time Eddie had a chance to
see whether two is better than one.  OK, so that leaves you all alone, Ben,
and Randy's afraid you'll be lonely so..." he looked around the table and
shrugged "looks like you guys are all taken, so I guess it's up to me.
Feel like bunking in with me tonight, Ben?  When the big brother's away,
the kid brother's a great substitute.  What d'ya say, Ben?"

Ben's eyes sparkled.  "I say yes, sir ... a definite yes."

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

The mood round the table shifted subtly from high-spirited to horny.  Talk
of who would sleep with who had roused all kinds of sexual images that the
guys were eager to make real.  Mark and Jamie were the first to leave the
table, each of them with bulges in their shorts.  Eddie helped the twins
clear the table and disappeared into the kitchen.  They hurriedly loaded
the dishwasher, spurred on by the thought of the three of them spending the
night in Zack's bed and feeling the vibrations left there by the
spectacular black leather-god.

That left Bob and Ben at the table, draining their drinks.  There was a
tension between them, an eager anticipation as they both recalled Ben's
early sexual impulses as he writhed naked, face-down on Randy and Bob's bed
and shot a load of cum over their tank tops crumpled beneath him.  Bob
broke the tension by saying, "So, Ben ... shall we?"  Ben nodded with an
eager smile, and they got up and walked together toward the house.

When they entered the bedroom Ben asked, "OK if I jump in the shower real
quick, sir?"  The sheets are clean and I'm not ... I mean I might still
have ..."

"... some cum smeared over you from before," Bob grinned.  "Sure – it's
what Randy usually does – then makes my dick hard when he comes out
naked except for a towel round his waist."

The shower was a quick one and when Ben came out through the bathroom door
both men stared at each other.  Ben looked just like a junior version of
Randy with a towel hanging low on his waist, his disheveled wet black hair
falling over his dark face.  And Ben was stunned looking at Bob.  He was
lying on his back on the bed, naked except for the cum-stained tank top
that Ben had earlier shot his load over.  Bob had evidently pulled it out
from under the bed and it was now stretched over his muscular torso.

Even more erotic was the way Bob was lying, his arms sprawled upward on the
bed, hands almost touching the ropes hanging round the bed-posts.  Ben
flashed on the image of Bob tied to the bed the way Randy liked him,
waiting for the big construction worker to fuck him.  He looked so hot that
Ben was momentarily frozen to the spot, not sure what he should do.

All the other boys in their turn had discovered that Bob was an expert at
playing out their fantasies for them, and now it was Ben's turn.  As the
boy hesitated, Bob said gently, "Ben, you know that Randy always does
exactly what he wants – no inhibitions.  Well, you're his brother aren't
you?"

Ben grinned.  He stopped thinking and started feeling ... channeling his
brother.  Dropping the towel he knew he looked good naked, and saw Bob's
dick get hard and rise up from his dark pubic hair like a tent pole.  Ben
knew he wanted that cock inside him but, like Randy, his instinct was to
take charge.  There was only one way to do both.  He climbed onto the bed
and knelt astride Bob's chest.  They gazed at each other with a slight
smile, then Ben licked his fingers seductively, reached behind him and
pushed his fingers into his own ass.

"Yeah," Bob sighed.  "That's it, man."  Still on his knees astride Bob, Ben
eased himself back until he felt the hard knob of Bob's cock touch his wet
asshole.  Ben grinned and said, "This is for you, man" (the `sir' was
gone).  His hips sank lower, the head of Bob's cock pressed harder until it
suddenly plopped inside him.  Ben groaned, "Oh, man, your cock feels great
in my ass.  Here it comes, man."  Gazing into Bob's eyes Ben slowly, very
slowly, sank lower, feeling the huge rod sliding deeper into his ass until
finally he was sitting on the wiry thicket of Bob's pubic hair.  "How's
that, man?" Ben said, feeling very much in charge.

Bob gazed up at the ripped young body, the solid round pecs and the ridges
of his abs flexing as the boy clenched his ass muscles round Bob's shaft.
"Man, your ass feels great wrapped round my dick," Bob groaned.  His head
flew back and he grabbed the ropes tied to the posts.  "Yeah, man ... let
me feel it.  Let me feel your ass fuck that dick."  Ben was awestruck by
the gorgeous man, arms stretched upward pulling on the ropes, his body
writhing under the tight tank, his cock throbbing in Ben's ass.  "Oh yeah,
man," Ben growled, sounding like his big brother.  "You're gonna get it."

He rose up on his haunches, his cock sliding back up Bob's chute, then sat
down heavily, making Bob gasp as he felt his cock plunge into the warm,
soft membrane of the young gypsy boy's ass.  Excited by the look of ecstasy
on the rugged face Ben moved faster, pumping up and down on the long pole,
clenching his ass muscles tight round it.  Impulsively he reached down and
grabbed the neck of Bob's white tank, clenching it in his fist and pulling
on it, raising him slightly off the bed while Ben's ass rode his cock.

Ben jerked on the tank with one hand and raised his other arm high in the
air.  Bob was mesmerized by the erotic sight of the young buck whooping
like a cowboy riding a stallion, pulling on the reins while his ass bounced
up and down.  Ben was getting his ass fucked but, like his big brother, Ben
was the one in control.  He looked just like Randy in the heat of sex, his
blue eyes gleaming, black hair flying, and Bob moaned, "Yeah, fuck me, man
... fuck that cock ... let me feel it ... fuck me, man!"

Ben looked down at the chiseled features and the writhing body and realized
that Bob had slipped his hand through loops at the end of the ropes.  As he
tugged on them his biceps bulged, his chest heaved and his head thrashed
from side to side.  And suddenly Ben realized that this is the sight his
brother Randy saw every time he fucked Bob, and he understood why Randy was
so crazy in love with him.  Seeing what his brother saw Ben felt the rush
of Randy's intense sexual dominance.  He felt strong, powerful ... Ben felt
like Randy.

That fantasy of Randy fucking Bob, the sight of Bob in ecstasy, and the
feeling of Bob's cock in his ass like a steel rod all combined to push Ben
over the top.  He grabbed his cock and pointed it at Bob's face.  "Here it
comes, man," Ben yelled.  "Shoot your load, fucker!  Aaagh!"  As Ben sat
hard on Bob's cock Bob screamed as his cock exploded in the tight ass.  At
the same time he saw the pornographic image of the dark, muscular young
gypsy pointing his cock at him ... saw the cock blast a long stream of
white juice that slammed into his face.

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

Bob closed his eyes as he felt Ben's cum streaming down his face.  When he
opened his eyes and the film of cum cleared he watched in awe.  Ben was
transformed ... striding naked round the room, no longer the obedient young
boy trying to prove himself by copying his big brother.  He had become his
brother – every move, every set of the jaw and flash of the eye – the
image of Randy, awakened in him by the extraordinary feeling of sexual
domination over his lover, by the sight of Bob beneath him begging to get
fucked.

Ben reached under the bed and pulled out the crumpled tank-top he had
thrown there earlier – the filthy gray tank that Randy wore at work,
greasy, stinking of sweat and cum.  Ben pressed it against his face and
breathed deeply, soaking in the taste, the smell, the very essence of the
brother he worshipped.  He pulled the tank on, over his head and down over
his torso.  It was looser on him than on Randy but it completed the picture
of the junior version of the boss.

Bob gasped as he gazed upward, confused at what he was seeing.  It was
Randy – only a younger version.  Apart from Ben's youthfulness and
smaller frame it was the same – the same dark gypsy looks, the same
steel-blue eyes, but above all the same sexual power that radiated from the
body as he paced the room like a stallion in heat.  And as he always felt
with Randy, Bob felt an exhilaration tinged with fear at what came next.

Ben stopped pacing, leaned down to the bed and yanked on the ends of the
rope, pulling the loops tight around Bob's wrists.  A hint of a smile
crossed Ben's face.  Now Bob was his prisoner, now he had this rugged
bodybuilder in his power.  He had never felt so strong ... never felt more
of a man!  Instinctively Bob did what he always did for Randy – he
struggled to get free, his body thrashing in bondage, muscles rippling as
they strained against the ropes.

Ben's cock was as hard as a rock again as he gazed down at the spectacular
muscle-god tied up and at his mercy.  Again he was seeing what Randy saw
and he knew this is the image that roused Randy's passion and his savagery
– as it did now for Ben.  Adrenaline surged through him and with a howl
he threw himself across Bob's face, grinding his chest against it so Bob
was stifled, overwhelmed by the feel, the taste and smell of Randy's tank.

He was choking as the greasy fabric pressed against his nose and mouth and
he felt the young muscles rippling underneath.  Bob was on the point of
busting another load when suddenly Ben pulled away.  As Bob recovered he
realized that Ben had also inherited his brother's innate sense of when a
man was about to cum.

Bob was speaking to Randy.  "I want you to fuck me, sir.  I want to feel
your cock in my ass."

Ben smiled, hearing the words Randy always heard, and just like his brother
he went into action.  He pulled Bob's legs over his shoulders, leaned
forward and ran his hand over Bob's cum-soaked face and neck.  He reached
down and used the cum to lubricate the man's ass, pushing two, three
fingers inside it.  "OK, man," he growled.  "This what you want?"  With no
hesitation Ben drove his cock hard inside Bob's ass, not stopping even at
the inner sphincter but ramming the head of his cock over it and into the
most sensitive depths of his ass.

Bob threw his head back and screamed as Ben immediately pulled back and
began to hammer Bob's ass with ferocious intensity.  It hurt.  Ben had the
strength and savage instinct of his brother, but there was a difference.
Randy was a master fuck, with an instinctive sensitivity tempering his
force.  He knew exactly how to go right up to his captive's limits,
surpassing them only at the moment of orgasm.  Ben had not yet developed
this finesse ...he was raw, with the wild exuberance of youth, and his hard
rod pistoned inside Bob's ass without mercy.

Bob howled so loudly that Ben reached forward as he fucked, grabbed Bob's
tank and ripped it clean off, twisting it and clamping it over his open
mouth.  He tied it tight behind his neck and grinned.  "Bite down on that,
man.  Taste me!"  Bob didn't need Ben's words to make him instinctively
bite down on his gag to ease the pain.  He tasted liquid oozing from the
cloth, the taste of cum that Ben had sprayed all over Bob's tank minutes
before.  Bob gulped hard and felt the bitter-sweet liquid streaming down
his throat.

Ben gazed down at Bob's now-naked chest and the sight made him lose all
control.  He fell forward and clamped his hands onto Bob's flexing pecs.
He squeezed them hard, then went for the nipples, clamping them in his
fingers, grinding them, torturing them, unaware of the pain he was causing.
The prisoner thrashed desperately, pulling at the ropes.  Ben he saw the
tears flowing from Bob's eyes, saw the body convulse as he screamed into
the gag, "aaagh" ... and blasted a stream of juice over his writhing body
and his tear-stained face.  It was the most beautiful thing he had ever
seen and he knew that this is what always made Randy cum.

Ben screamed, "I'm cumming, man – I'm gonna shot my jizz in your
ass... aaagh!"  It was the most intense, most prolonged orgasm Ben had ever
experienced as his hot semen streamed into the innermost depths of the
muscle-god's ass.  He gazed down at the rugged face, streaked with sweat
and tears, groaning into the gag as Ben's cock drained into his ass.

But when his cock subsided, when his orgasm was over, reality crashed back
onto him.  Suddenly he was Ben, Randy's little brother, the boy who
worshipped Randy and now Bob.  As the fantasy dissolved he realized what he
had done.  Quickly he untied the ropes, ripped the gag down from Bob's
mouth so it hung round his neck.  He fell forward and kissed his lips, then
licked the tears from his cheeks, from his eyes, then kissed him some more.
He wanted to say something, to explain, to apologize for his frenzy, to
try... but words failed him.

Then suddenly everything was alright.  He felt Bob's strong arms fold round
him and heard his deep voice in his ear.  "You were spectacular, kiddo.
You sure are Randy's brother.  He would be proud of you."  Those were the
words Ben needed to hear as he nestled again Bob's chest.

They lay there silently for a while, then Ben said, "Sir, I went too far,
didn't I?  Kinda lost control."

"Yeah," Bob smiled, "that's something you haven't learned from Randy yet,
but of course he's a master at that.  But I gotta say, in every other way
you're exactly like your brother."

Ben lay quietly for a minute, then said, "Sir, I was thinking.  How would
it be if I thought of you as my big brother too?.  Then I'd have two.
Don't you think that would be cool?

"Fine with me, Ben," Bob chuckled, "but we'd have to see what Randy says
about that."

Another silence, then Ben said, "Well, sir, I thought I was substituting
for Randy right now... so if I say it's OK ... it must be OK

"You little punk," Bob laughed, pulling Ben closer.  As he lay there
waiting for sleep, Bob realized how much Randy's influence had been
hovering over them.  It was as if he had been there with them.  Bob smiled
to himself.  Even in his absence Randy's power was always felt.  Present or
not, Randy was the boss ... no doubt about that.

Bob murmured, "I love him a whole lot, you know, Ben."  Ben gazed at him.
"I know you do sir, and I'm glad you do."  He frowned slightly.  "Sir, you
will take care of him won't you?  I mean, he gets into trouble sometimes,
like I do, so ... you'll take care of him, sir?"

Bob smiled.  "Randy and I take care of each other.  Always have, since the
day we first met."

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

After the success of Bob's fantasy trip with Ben he was even more confident
of the plans he had in store for the boys the next day.  He was up early,
leaving Ben dozing in bed, and went down to the kitchen where the twins,
early risers as always, were already preparing breakfast with Eddie's help.
Their furtive smiles between them made Bob pretty sure that their night all
together in Zack's bed had been one to remember.

"Low-key breakfast this morning, guys," Bob said.  "Just spread the food
out here on the kitchen table and you can all help yourselves.  Lunch is
the biggie – got some special guests coming.  Mark's upstairs fucking
Jamie – what else? – and then he's going over to Jason's.  I need to
have a word with you guys, though.

Just then Ben sauntered in yawning, followed by Jamie.  It was Saturday, an
easy day for them – usually.  But today would be different, as word had
already gone round that Bob was planning something.  As they sat round the
table drinking coffee and munching on breakfast Bob said, "Guys, I want you
to be on your best form today.  Got some visitors coming over and I want
you all to give them the kind of service they expect.  You'll all be
serving boys today and I want you all to dress alike – something real
simple.

Bob was known for his talent for creating great fantasies for them, as Ben
had just discovered, and they glanced at each other in eager anticipation.
So they all chipped in, clearing away breakfast, tidying the house and
garden, and helping set up drinks at the outdoor table.

It was a little before noon that the five boys gathered together, grinning
at each other a bit self consciously.  They had obeyed Bob's instructions
about clothes and were all wearing white boxer briefs that accentuated the
globes of their bubble butts, and simple white T-shirts stretched over
their lithe, muscular young bodies.  They all had white napkins draped over
one arm, the perfect army of gorgeous young waiters.

Bob was upstairs, the guests had not yet arrived, so they waited, passing
the time horsing around, flicking their napkins at each other's asses like
jocks in a locker room.  Suddenly they stood to attention as they heard the
sound of a truck pull up outside.  Bob came striding out of the house and
they were amazed to see him in his business suit, shirt and tie.  Handsome,
athletically built, he was everyone's wet dream of a gorgeous young
executive.

He opened the gate and the boys stood slack-jawed.  The cop came in first,
followed by the fireman, then the Marine.  Mark was in his full black
police officer uniform, black shirt over white T-shirt, high black
motorcycle boots, heavy leather belt round his tight waist.  Jason was in
his yellow fireman's pants and boots, held up by red suspenders over his
dark blue uniform T-shirt.  Hassan looked intimidating in his Marine
uniform - olive green fatigue pants with tan military boots laced over
them.  Over his tight green tank top he wore a uniform shirt with sleeves
rolled up above the biceps.  And there greeting them was the handsome
business executive in his smart black suit.

Standing shoulder to shoulder the boys went weak at the knees and Eddie
blurted out, "Wow – oh man – wow!"  "Sssh," hissed Kevin, and they
all stood to attention, waiting for their orders.  "Guys," Bob said to the
men, "these are our waiters for the afternoon.  They'll serve lunch later
and they are entirely at your service.  Anything you want, just say the
word."

"Hell," said Jason, "great looking young studs, I'll say that.  And look at
those bulges they've all got under those shorts?  Looks like they're good
and ready for us, eh?"

"Turn around," came the sharp, authoritative voice of the Marine.  In
perfect unison the five boys turned and flexed their butts under their
shorts.  "Oh, shit, man," Hassan said, "I'd damn sure like to bury my face
in those mounds."

"All in good time," Bob laughed.  "First I want you to get good and
comfortable.  There's drinks on the table, and then I've got something for
you that'll loosen things up and get the ball rolling.  Mark and Hassan sat
on the bench, backs to the table, undid a few buttons on their shirts and
leaned back with their elbows on the table, making their shirts pull open
exposing more of Mark's T-shirt and Hassan's tank.  Bob took off his
jacket, loosened his tie and sprawled in a chair at the end of the table
facing the boys.  Jason took the chair at the other end and, eager as
always to show off his incredible body, he dropped the suspenders, pulled
off his T-shirt and pulled the suspenders back up over his naked chest.

The men sipped on beers as they evaluated the boys. "Hey," said Jason,
"I've stripped for action so how about the boys take off their shirts and
let's see what they've got?"  The boys instantly obeyed and stood
shirtless, their hands behind their backs, legs apart like soldiers at
ease.  They were all embarrassed by the swelling boners under their boxer
briefs and, as they looked at the four muscle-gods at the table, three in
uniform, Eddie mumbled, "I think I'm gonna cum."  Ben hissed out the side
of his mouth, "Don't do it, dude.  Save it.  You're gonna need it."

"Now that is what I call prime meat," said Mark with a special grin for
Jamie.  "So what you got in mind, Bob?  What's this ice-breaker scheme you
got?"  He laughed.  "Not that there's much ice to be broken."

"OK," Bob said.  "Boys, I want you to come here and write your names on
these slips of paper."  They walked forward and leaned over the table, men
and boys feeling each other's heat close up.  There wasn't a cock among
them that wasn't stiff as a pole.  The boys scribbled their names and
withdrew, then Bob folded the papers and threw them into the helmet Mark
had taken off.  "OK," Bob grinned, "now we'll see who gets who."  He
grinned at Hassan and pushed the helmet toward him.  "I think the military
should go first, so how about it, captain?"

"Thanks, man, "Hassan said.  "Damn, right now I'd kill for a blow-job."  He
reached into the helmet pulled out a paper and handed it to Bob.  "Bob
opened it and grinned.  "The twins it is.  OK guys, the soldier says he's
in urgent need of a blow-job.  Let's see what you got?"

The twins watched in awe as Hassan stood up, pulled off his shirt and
walked over to a tree.  He leaned against it, raised his arms and lightly
gripped branches above him, shoulder-width apart and about head high.  The
Marine looked incredible stripped down to his fatigue pants, boots and
olive-green tank stretched across his bulging pecs.  Lounging against the
tree, his arms stretched up, elbows bent, his biceps flexed and his lats
flared down from broad shoulders to slim waist.  He looked spectacular –
and the twins had been drawn to service his cock.

They glanced at each other, then walked toward the Marine and knelt at his
feet.  "Suck my dick," the captain growled, as if this were a hazing ritual
for new recruits.  Kevin reached forward and unbuttoned the soldier's
pants, pulling them apart so the huge tool sprang out, almost hitting his
face.  They both looked up at the exotic, squared-jawed Arab/Asian face
then down at the cock that was already oozing pre-cum.  Kevin nodded
slightly to Kyle who leaned forward, sucked on the pre-cum, licked the
bulbous head of the massive cock, then took it in his mouth.  He paused,
then pushed his head forward and swallowed the whole shaft down his throat
without gagging.

"Oh yeah," Hassan moaned, throwing his head back.  "Shit, that feels good.
Come on, boy, eat that soldier's fucking cock."  He dropped one hand from
the branch, wrapped it round the boy's head and began pumping it back and
forth on his cock.  "Man that feels so good it's gonna make me bust my
load."  But suddenly Kyle yanked his head free and Kevin said, "No, sir,
please – don't come yet.  We want to prolong your pleasure.  Please, let
me try, sir."

Reluctantly Hassan reached up and grabbed the branch again, his arms
stretched out to the side, then upward from the elbows.  Kyle stood up and
Kevin took over, taking the soldier's cock in his mouth and plunging
forward so his face buried itself in the wiry, black pubic hair, sticky
with sweat.  The twins had sucked Bob's cock so many times they were
experts and Kevin's mouth pistoned back and forth on the steel rod.  "Boy,"
Hassan groaned, "I am this close to touching my cock and shooting a load
right into that gorgeous face of yours."

Unseen by Hassan, Kyle had run to the edge of the garden and picked up two
lengths of rope.  Kevin pulled away from Hassan's cock and said again,
"Please don't shoot, sir.  Here, let us make it easier for you.  Intrigued,
Hassan did not resist as Kevin stood up and they each bound one of the
Marine's wrists to the tree branches.  "There, Kyle said with a smile.  Now
you can't touch your cock, sir, and we can give you more pleasure."

They both dropped to their knees and sucked his cock in turn, taking care
to pull away just before the soldier's orgasm, then waiting until the cock
stopped throbbing and the other twin took over.  But Hassan was going wild
as the pressure built, he was about to cum, but each time was denied at the
last minute as the boys pulled away.  "You little fuckers," he yelled, I
said I wanted a blow-job, one that would make me shoot.  You're driving me
crazy like this.  I wanna fucking cum, boys.  For god sake stop torturing
my dick like this and make me shoot!"

The twins glance at each other and stood up.  They turned away from the
suffering, bound soldier and addressed the other boys.  "Boys, the Marine
Captain wants to shoot his load but he doesn't approve of our methods.
Maybe you can be more effective and give him the service he needs.

 "OK, OK, me first," said Ben stepping forward, with Jamie and Eddie lined
up behind him.

The helpless soldier looked at them in bewilderment, three gorgeous young
bucks lining up to suck his dick.  He had never before been so hot to shoot
his load and he pulled desperately at the ropes, his muscles flexing and
bulging.  If only he could touch his cock he could make himself cum.  But
instead Ben dropped to his knees and licked the head of his cock, pushing
his tongue inside the sticky cleft, then running it the length of the thick
shaft.  Hassan moaned, "Suck my dick, boy.  Make me cum ... make me cum."

Ben impulsively plunged his mouth down over the cock and Hassan looked down
at the handsome, dark gypsy face and moaned, "At last ..."  But Kyle
instantly grabbed Ben's hair and pulled his face off the cock.  Ben looked
up at the twin's smiling face and realized what he was meant to do.  He
took the cock into his open mouth again but didn't close it, allowing the
cock to slide against the moist membrane of his mouth as he pushed forward.
"No," Hassan moaned.  "Eat it, boy ... eat it!"

The twins were standing on either side of him and Kevin said, "It's much
more exciting this way, sir.  Trust us, you'll enjoy this.  They leaned
forward and he felt their lips rubbing against his as they treated him to
one of their famous twin kisses.  Again he pulled desperately at the ropes
as the beautiful twins kissed him and the young gypsy boy sucked his cock.
He was floating in a world of sexual excess.  His balls bulged and his cock
ached to explode but he knew he had to surrender to these boys.

With a quick glance at Mark for affirmation Jamie took Ben's place kneeling
before the bound Marine.  He knew exactly what to do, having teased Mark
often by bringing him to the edge of orgasm then pulling back.  So Hassan's
torment continued as Jamie expertly licked his cock, sucked the head, but
pulled away as soon as he felt the cock start to throb.

But there was worse.  The twins smiled at Hassan and ran their hands over
his tank top, feeling the mounds of his pecs underneath.  Suddenly they
pulled down on it, ripping it so it fell in shreds round his waste.  They
gazed at his naked muscular torso, leaned forward and ran their tongues
over his ripped abs, over his chest and then ... over his nipples.  "No,"
he moaned softly as they pressed their tongue against his nipples then
clenched them lightly in their teeth, biting vey gently, releasing, then
biting again.

Hassan looked down and saw the two beautiful, identical faces working on
his tits while he felt Jamie's warm tongue licking the sensitive membrane
of the head of his cock.  He pulled frantically at the ropes binding him
and yelled, "No!  I can't take any more.  I gotta cum.  Let me cum, boys.
Please."

And suddenly it stopped.  Jamie jumped to his feet, the twins pulled away
from Hassan and faced the boys.  "OK, guys.  The captain's begging to cum,
so now's the time.  Now which of us is to have the honor of drinking the
soldier's juice?  There was silence and then Eddie, who had been standing
shyly in the background, raised his hand.  "Me, sirs? ... Please."

The twins smiled and Kevin said, "Who else?  Who else should have the
pleasure but the soldier's own boy?  Besides, he's the best damn
cock-sucker in the house.  OK, dude, go for it."

Eddie had watched the show with mixed feelings – anxious for his master
but enthralled by the pornographic sight of the bound soldier writhing in
frustration as one boy after another sucked his cock.  Now, as he looked at
the shirtless Marine, roped to the tree, muscles gleaming, his shredded
tank hanging round his waist, his cock stiff as a pole, Eddie thought he
had never seen anything more beautiful.  He walked forward, pressed his
lips against Hassan's and kissed him hungrily.  Then he pulled back, gazed
into Hassan's eyes and saw him smile.  Hassan said softly, "Make me cum,
Eddie."

"Yes, sir."  Eddie dropped to his knees and gazed at the cock he had sucked
so many times.  He leaned forward, steadied himself by pressing his hands
against Hassan's hips, and in one move took his master's cock deep into his
mouth.  Eddie was expert at this, knowing how to give the ultimate pleasure
to his soldier.  He clenched his throat muscles hard round the thick rod
and heard Hassan shout, "Yeah ... suck that cock, boy.  Make your master
shoot his fucking load in your mouth."

Hassan's dick was on fire after its long torment, and all Eddie had to do
was pull back once, then ram his mouth forward until his face was buried in
the thick tangle of pubic hair.  He held it there, clenching and
unclenching his throat round the cock he worshipped.  All the tension, the
pent-up frustration, the agonizing pressure in Hassan's balls, raced though
his cock and it exploded.  "Aaagh!  Drink that juice boy ... swallow your
master's cum.  Drink it, boy."

Eddie didn't even pull back or flinch.  As the cock erupted deep down in
his throat he gulped hard, swallowing stream after stream of the hot semen
that had been building up in the tormented Marine.  It took a long time
before the flood abated, but finally Eddie pulled back and grinned up at
his master, cum spilling from his mouth and running down his chin.  Hassan
smiled down at him, then said to the other boys.  "OK, boys.  Why don't you
give Eddie the reward he deserves."

They circled round Eddie in admiration of their shy young friend and pulled
their stiff cocks from their briefs.  Their own climaxes had been building
from the beginning and it took only a couple of strokes.  Eddie gazed up at
the four gorgeous boys, watched them stroke their cocks over him, saw
streams of white jism pour from then and felt them slam into his face.  He
was drowning in cum and, as the torrent continued, he burst into peals of
laughter, ecstatic at pleasing his master and now being soaked by the semen
of all his friends.

The twins quickly untied Hassan and he leaned down, scooping his boy into
his arms and hugging him so tight Eddie was almost crushed by the powerful
arms.  There was a momentary silence, then the boys burst into raucous
cheers and whistles, joined by Bob, Mark and Jason who rose to their feet
in a standing ovation.

The twins walked back to the table to the congratulations of the men,
especially from Bob whose eyes gleamed with pride.  Buttoning his pants
Hassan brought Eddie over and as they sat down Bob looked at Eddie
smothered in cum and asked, "Do you want a towel, kiddo?"  Eddie grinned at
him.  "No thank you, sir ... I like it like this.  There was more laughter
and they all raised their glasses and bottles to Hassan, Eddie and the
twins.

When the noise died down, Bob looked at them all and said, "OK, guys
...who's next?"

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 179

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