Date: Wed, 6 Aug 2014 02:25:03 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 219

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 219
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER: It's payback time.  Randy has a score to settle with the
leatherman Zack, while their boys, Pablo and Darius, have to even the score
too.  "The two black men were bound together, master crushed against boy,
as they were ramrodded from behind.  It was a ferocious, pile-driving fuck
– two rugged construction workers, the gypsy savage pounding the ass of
the black muscle-god.  And it drove Zack wild.

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


Chapter 219 – "Pay-Back Time"

Early next morning Ben and Eddie were bursting to tell their story.

The evening before, they had watched the Marine Hassan, and the fireman
Jason, grapple for sexual supremacy and end up both getting their asses
fucked.  Then the two masters had treated Eddie and Ben like rent boys and
fucked them in the ass and mouth way into the night.

It was something of an anti-climax next morning when Hassan and Jason had
to leave early for an all-day debriefing after their inter-service
emergency maneuvers.  So, exhausted but exhilarated, Ben and Eddie arrived
home together looking for someone who would listen to their adventures.

Darius was the obvious candidate.  He regarded himself as the house
historian and lapped up homoerotic stories like this (he usually filmed the
story-teller), but right now he was over at Zack's house with Pablo getting
their gear together for their fishing trip up to the lake with Zack and
Randy.  The cop, Mark, had already gone to work on an early shift, and the
Aussies, Nate and Adam, were together in their house next door as usual.

So the boys ran to the kitchen where they found Bob, Jamie and Mario, with
the twins serving up breakfast.  As they burst in Eddie was already
talking.  "Guys, you are never gonna believe what happened last night
... it was totally intense, like a porn movie."  He held out his arms
dramatically.  "Imagine ... a Marine, a fireman and two rent-boys go into a
garden and ..."

"Hey, Eddie, slow down," Bob chuckled.  This sounds like the start of one
of those bad jokes – `an Irishman and a Scotsman go into a bar ...'  OK,
now how about you start with a simple "Good morning, guys?"

"Oh, yes, sir ... sorry sir."  Eddie deflated visibly like a punctured
tire.  "Good morning, guys."

"Good morning Eddie," they all chanted, teasing him.  "Better," Bob
grinned.  "Now, Ben, your big brother Randy is upstairs at his desk writing
up last-minute instructions for the construction crew before taking you on
that trip.  Why don't you take this breakfast tray up that the twins have
prepared – there's plenty for both of you, and you can tell Randy your
story.  He'll get a kick out of hearing it from his little brother.

Ben jumped at the chance and disappeared with the tray.  "Right," Bob said,
"coffee I think guys, and you sit down Eddie and tell us your story while
you eat breakfast.  You're probably starved after your night as a rent-boy,
where I guess the only thing you had to eat was Marine cock.

"You're right, sir," said Eddie, cramming toast into his mouth.  "See,
Hassan and Jason were..."

"Don't talk with your mouth full, Eddie..."

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

Upstairs Randy was on the phone and as Ben came in he waved him over to the
table with a grin.  "Thanks, Dave," he said into the phone.  "I appreciate
this a whole lot, and I'll pay you at the manager's rate while we're gone.
Any problems come up just call me or Zack on our cells."

He put down the phone and smiled at Ben.  "Hey there, little brother,
you're a sight for sore eyes so early in the morning – and you come
bearing gifts, I see."  He pulled two chairs up to the table.  "Well how
cool is this – you and me having breakfast together, just the two of us,
and you're gonna tell me all about your adventures with the Marine and the
fireman.  Nobody hurt you, did they?  You'd tell me if they did, right?"

"Of course, sir, but no one hurt me or Eddie.  Far from it, we had a
blast."  Randy watched with pride and affection as his kid brother's eye's
sparkled while he talked.  It was the same excited expression Randy always
saw in the mirror when he was getting ready for bed with Bob.

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

A short while later Pablo came through the gate having finished helping
Darius and Zack get ready for the trip.  But his usually jaunty step was
missing as he slouched toward the kitchen.  His entrance prompted no
reaction from the guys round the table who were riveted by the tale Eddie
was telling, enjoying his place in the spotlight and the novelty of having
his words taken seriously for once.

Pablo's presence barely registered.  He poured himself a cup of coffee and
quietly left the room.  As he sat at the table by the pool and stared
blankly into the distance he heard laughter coming from the open window of
Randy's bedroom.  He looked up in that direction and realized from the
voices that Randy was having breakfast with his kid brother Ben, who was no
doubt entertaining him with the story of his night with Hassan and Jason.

Pablo was morose.  Across the street his lover Darius had paid little
attention to him, wrapped up in his devotion to his leather-stud master
Zack.  The scene in the kitchen spoke for itself with all eyes trained on
Eddie who was fast becoming a favorite of the house.  And now, to cap it
all, Randy was huddled with Ben, having a private breakfast together.

So where did that leave Pablo?  As he sipped his coffee his mind went back
to the early days when the household consisted only of Randy, Bob, Darius
and himself.  He had been rescued from his job, his near captivity at the
remote gas station in the desert, and after that he had devoted himself to
his hero Randy, who came to love him so much he adopted him.  Now Pablo was
the company's chief mechanic, a job he loved ... but where did all that
leave him?  Out in the cold, it seemed.  He may be the boss's boy, but a
fat lot of good that did him.

Self-pity is never a pretty thing and now it gnawed at Pablo and his mood
spiraled downward.

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

Upstairs Ben's story was coming to an end.  (In the kitchen Eddie was,
naturally, spinning out his saga into a more elaborate version.)  Randy
smiled affectionately at Ben.  "Yeah, Jason's a good guy – not to
mention fucking drop-dead gorgeous.  I'm glad you're his boy, you deserve
him.  You're crazy about him, aren't you?  And I bet that, after all that
action, you left his house looking pretty much like the city dump."

"I guess so, sir," Ben blushed.  "See, Jason and Hassan had to leave early
and Eddie and me didn't clean up `cuz we wanted to get home..."

"... and blab," Randy chuckled.  "Now listen to me, kid.  With me, Zack,
Pablo and Darius away for the next couple of days you're gonna be the lead
mechanic on the site.  I've left Dave in charge so any problems you go to
him.  Also, tell him I said you could leave early, `cuz I want you to go
straight from work and clean up Jason's house.  Don't you think that hot
fireman would like to come home to a neat house and a neat young gypsy boy
waiting for him with a drink?  No knowing how well he'd thank you for
that."

"I've got a pretty good idea, sir," Ben grinned.  He stood up and hugged
his big brother.  "I love you, sir ... a whole lot."

"Yeah me too, kid.  Now get out of here before I decide what to do with
this boner you've given me here – kid brother or not.

Randy could hear Ben's laughter all the way down the stairs and across the
garden, along with his, "Bye, Pablo.  Have a great trip ... bring home lots
of fish."

Randy went over to the open window and saw Pablo, shoulders hunched and
staring gloomily at the table.  "Hey, kiddo," he shouted, "get your ass up
here."

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

Always quick to obey Randy, Pablo snapped out of his melancholy and ran
upstairs.  "Shit, boy," Randy said, "you look like you lost a dollar and
found a dime.  Real down in the dumps.  Come and sit down – there's a
lot of food left – Ben talked more than he ate.  Mustn't let this
breakfast go to waste after the twins went to so much trouble."

"Thank you, sir," Pablo said in a subdued voice that had none of his usual
sparkle at being alone with his adoptive dad, the man he worshipped

"OK, kid – what's eating you?"

"Nothing, sir," Pablo said with a mouthful of omelet.

"Now don't come that bullshit with me, boy."  Randy's anger was quick to
flare up.  "We know each other too well for that and I expect us to share
stuff openly.  So what's eating you?"

"Sorry, sir.  I just didn't want to sound like a whiner."  He gulped.
"Thing is, sir, I don't think anyone in the house likes me, except for you,
sir, and maybe Bob."

"Whad'ya mean, maybe Bob?"  Randy flared up again.  "The man's a fucking
saint and he loves you `cuz you're my boy, and don't you forget it."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, sir I didn't mean that."  Pablo knew he had stepped on
the third rail by doubting Bob in front of Randy.  "It's just that everyone
else seems to keep me at arm's length – even Darius lately, he's so
wrapped up in Zack.  I mean, you've got Bob and Ben – you just had a
private breakfast with your little brother – and the other boys never
seem keen on having me around.  Don't they know I'm the boss's boy and
deserve more respect?"

"No they don't!" Randy said.  "Not because you're my boy anyway.  They
resent you always bashing them over the head with that shit.  Respect is
something you earn, kiddo, not something you get just by strutting your
stuff round the house."

He calmed down.  "Now get this clear.  I love you, boy, ever since I met
you in that rat-hole gas station, a gutsy young kid standing up to those
fucking bastards.  And lately you were great when you volunteered to help
Adam by sitting all night by Nate's hospital bed.  Everyone admired you for
that.  I know Ben looks up to you.  And as for Darius – shit, you two
have been together since you came here – you live together for god's
sake.  He's crazy about you."

"He's crazy about my ass," Pablo said sullenly.  "All he wants to do is
fuck me with that huge ten-inch thing of his."

Randy grinned.  "Can't blame him for that, kid, with those perfect melons
of your perfect butt.  And time was you couldn't get enough of all those
ten inches.  Anyway, we can sort all that out up at the lake – it's one
of the reasons I'm taking you there, so you can get things right with
Darius – plus I have some business to settle with Zack.

"Like payback for when he beat you in a fight and fucked your ass, sir?"
Pablo's trademark crooked grin was back as he looked mischievously at
Randy.

"That's more like it, buddy."  Randy ruffled his hair.  "Yeah, you know me
– I could never let something like that go without retaliation.  You're
just like me, kiddo – we always have to prove we're the best.
Difference is, I never gave a shit what anyone thought of me, but you're a
bit more sensitive.  What does Darius call all you boys – a band of
brothers?

"But you know what?  Maybe I have neglected you lately – hell, you do
such a great job as the mechanic on the site I guess I take you for
granted.  Come here, kiddo – give your old dad a hug."  In an instant
Pablo was in Randy's arms, breathing in the virile essence of this
extraordinary man.  Randy let his hands wander down Pablo's back until he
was clutching the `melons' he had just praised.

"One thing I never take for granted, kid, is this ass of yours.  Hell, a
dozen times a day at work I get a woody whenever I glimpse you bent over
some truck, shoving your butt in the air.  Remember the time I put you in
the loader scoop of that earthmover and fucked your ass?  Shit that was
hot.  Gives me a hard-on just thinking about it."

"You wanna make use of that hard-on right now, sir?"  Pablo's sparkle was
back.

"Hell, kiddo, you're one pushy young buck, you know that?"

"I learnt it all from you, sir," Pablo said with more than a touch of
insolence.

"Right," Randy growled, "now just for that you are gonna get ploughed, boy.
Even if you do accuse me, like Darius, of only wanting you for your ass."

"I want you to want my ass, sir," Pablo grinned.  He pulled away from
Randy, turned his back on him, pulled off his T-shirt and dropped his
shorts.  He was wearing nothing underneath and flexed the flawless white
globes of his ass.  He knew exactly how to turn Randy on – and it
worked, as Randy said, "Man, that's a sight that could make grown men
weep."

It was not in Randy's nature to kneel to any man, but he did now in
reverence to the flawless ass before him.  He ran his hand down the slope
of the boy's lats, down to the slim waist and the hollow in the small of
his back, just above the tan line.  For Randy this was his most erotic
feature, where his back dipped before it curved up over the perfect mounds
of the boy's ass.

He leaned forward and licked the velvet flesh of the hollow, savoring the
salty taste of sweat that had gathered there.  Randy's heart beat faster as
he began making love to his boy, a sensation second only to making love to
Bob.  His tongue moved lower, then up over the graceful curve of the ass
where he kissed the cheeks.  His tongue then eased into the crack between
the globes, pushing deeper until he tasted the musky fragrance of the black
fuzz round the boy's hole.

Building in intensity Randy grabbed the twin globes in his claw-like hands
and eased them apart.  "Holy shit," he breathed, staring at the sphincter
that was pulsing slightly in the boy's anticipation of his master's rod
driving into it.  Randy was a man who often demonstrated his virility
though his muscular strength, but he never felt more macho than when he was
gazing at his boy's ass knowing it was his to fuck.  This was his boy, his
handsome, brave boy, and he was about to enter his ass.

Impulsively Randy buried his face between the cheeks and pushed his tongue
over the sphincter, tasting the damp pungency of the velvet membrane
inside.  He was eating the warm ass, filling it with his probing tongue as
Pablo's moans grew louder and louder.  Randy knew his boy well and, when
his moaning reached a pitch, he knew he was on the edge of orgasm.  He
quickly pulled his face back and said sharply.  "Don't cum, boy.  You know
my rules."

"Yes, sir.  I mean, no sir, not until you give me permission."

Randy stood up and pulled off his T-shirt.  He scooped Pablo off his feet
so he was lying across his outstretched arms on his back, gazing up at the
chiseled gypsy features and steel blue eyes piercing down at him.  Pablo's
unlaced sneakers and the shorts round his ankles fell to the floor and he
was naked, feeling safe and elated lying in the strong arms of the man he
idolized.

"So, I've got you now, kid," Randy said.  "You're my boy and I can do
whatever I fucking-well want with you."  Randy was pacing the room holding
his boy and Pablo loved being powerless, pressed against his master's
chest, seeing the trickle of sweat run down the hairy cleft between his
rock-hard pecs.  "So what d'you want me to do to you, boy?  Tell me what
you want from your old man, now that you claim you've been rejected by
everyone else."

"Sir," Pablo said, his eyes growing moist.  "Please sir, I want you to fuck
my ass ... I want you to make love to me.  See..." a tear flowed down his
cheek "... if I know you really love me I don't care about the others –
don't care about anyone.  You're the only one who counts ... you're my
hero.  I want to be a good boy for you, and to feel your cock in my ass,
sir ... please."

Randy leaned down and licked the tear from his boy's face.  "Shit, boy," he
grinned, I've eaten your ass, loosened it up, nice and wet, and my dick is
stiff as a poker, so what d'ya think I'm gonna do?  You do the math.  Give
up?  OK I'll tell you.  The construction boss is gonna plough the gorgeous
ass of his hot young mechanic."

Randy opened his arms and dropped the boy on the bed.  He landed on his
back and trembled as he watched Randy rip open his shorts and let them
drop, his big, thick cock springing out like a power pole.  Naked now, the
handsome gypsy towered over him, slowly stroking his cock, hypnotizing him
with the lasers of his pale blue eyes set in his dark-stubbled face.

Randy knew how to taunt a boy, to drive him wild.  "Beat your meat, boy,"
he growled.  "Let me watch you pound that cock without busting your load."

Pablo could cum just by looking at his naked master, and Randy knew that.
Now he made his boy suffer the agony of stroking his cock to the point of
orgasm, then pulling back just in time, then cranking it up again.  It took
all Pablo's skill and restraint, and all the time he couldn't take his eyes
off his master's rod, willing him to shove it in his ass, imagining the
sensation of it driving deep inside him.  The thought almost made him shoot
a massive load but he clenched his jaw, moaned and yanked his hand off his
cock.

Randy looked down with satisfaction at what he was doing to his boy.  He
was a writhing mass of desire, stroking himself to the brink of orgasm,
then pulling back from his climax with sheer will-power.  And still the
muscular gypsy paced the room, teasing, taunting the helpless boy, his head
thrashing from side to side, his body tensing, driven crazy with pent-up
lust.  Randy had tortured men physically before, but he was equally skilled
at sexual torture

"Please, sir," Pablo howled.  "Please, please take my ass and let me shoot.
Look, sir, here's my ass, here's my hole – it belongs to you, sir."  He
pulled back his legs and displayed his perfect butt.  Still stroking his
cock tears again sprang to his eyes, tears of frustration this time and
forbidden lust.  "Please, sir, you look so incredibly hot, sir, you know I
can't take anymore.  Please, help me, sir ... please fuck me and let me cum
..."

It was exquisite torture.  He had never craved anything so much in his
life.  His ass, his whole body was on fire and he howled.  "I'm begging
... please, sir ... fuck my ass..."

Randy finally had mercy.  He knelt on the bed, pushed Pablo's ankles high
in the air and drove his rod straight into the boy's hole, deep down
inside.  "Aaaagh!" Randy yelled as his juice blasted into the fiery depths
of his boy's gut.  "Now, boy, now!"

Aaah ... aaah ... aaah.  Pablo's black hair flew, his face jerked back and
his body shuddered as it was impaled on his master's rod... and a huge
plume of semen exploded from his cock and shot straight up.  Randy opened
his mouth and caught it all, swallowing hard.  "Now you, boy – drink
it."  Pablo aimed his dick at his own face and the ribbons of cum that
followed splashed into his mouth and he gulped them all down.

In a trance he gazed up and saw the blurred image of Randy with jism
running over his face and mouth.  A smile crossed that face as Randy fell
forward and pressed the boy's wrists to the bed.  "And now, boy – now
we've got lust out of the way – we can make love."

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

Buried in the furnace of his boy's ass Randy's cock remained rock hard.  He
pulled it back slowly, right up to the sphincter and Pablo thought it would
pull out.  But it paused, then sank back all the way down the chute to the
inner sphincter, teased it, then drew slowly back to the top.  Pablo could
have shot another load right away but he didn't want to – he wanted to
luxuriate in the full range of Randy's sexual skills.

The reasons Randy was such a powerful leader of men were his imposing
physical beauty, his natural dominance and his brute strength.  And all of
these contributed to one other attribute ... the man was an incredible
fuck.  Even when he was savagely ramrodding a guy's ass the guy would beg
for more.  And when he made love to an ass the guy fell totally under his
spell.

Once a man had been fucked by Randy he never forgot it.  It would be one of
those fucks he would remember even into his later years, when the very
thought of it would bring a smile to his face and a stiffness to his cock.

And when Randy loved a guy, as he did Bob and Pablo, he gave them the best
of the best.  Absurdly, though, love was a source of insecurity for Randy
because for once he was not in control.  He had an irrational fear that the
man he loved would leave him.  How crazy was that when all he had to do was
sink his shaft into his lover's ass to secure his devotion forever?

It was why Bob could never leave him, even though he had tried at first
before he fully realized the inescapable power of Randy's magnetism.  And
it was why, right now, Pablo was drifting in a magical world that only
Randy could create.  Randy's awareness of his sexual power made him
arrogant, which only added to his macho sensuality.

As his huge cock filled his boy's ass, teasing it, moving erotically back
and forth from one sphincter to the other, Randy grinned smugly, "See, boy,
when I love a guy he knows it.  Here, you feel this?"  He gently pushed the
head of his cock over the inner sphincter and let it rest in deep in the
boy's gut."

"Aah ... aa ... aah," Pablo breathed raggedly, desperately holding back
another orgasm.  I love you, sir, I worship you ... I'm your slave, sir."

Randy smiled.  "I don't want a slave, kiddo.  I want a tough, brave kid,
good with his fists, handsome, great body, spectacular ass – and
considerate of others.  And I've found him, kiddo.  You're my boy and I
love, love fucking my boy's ass.  Come on kid – what say we go for
broke?"

"Right there with you, sir."

So Randy gave him the royal treatment – massaging his ass with his cock,
increasing the pace, faster and faster, deeper and deeper, then suddenly
slowing to a gentle caress.  As his rod became a piston again Pablo was
whirling in a state of raw lust, at the mercy of this raging stallion,
never knowing what came next.  Impaled on the pounding shaft he surrendered
his ass to his master – his body, mind and spirit, his whole being.
Randy was pile-driving his ass and the helpless boy knew he couldn't hold
back any longer.

Suddenly Randy leaned down and closed his mouth over Pablo's in a raw,
ravenous kiss.  At the same he pulled his hips back, paused, then slammed
his pole savagely into the shuddering depths of his boy's ass.  Pablo
screamed into the gag of his master's mouth, felt hot jism pouring into his
ass, and his cock erupted in his second orgasm of the day.

There was a knock at the door.

"Come in," Randy yelled.  Darius was already talking as he entered.  "Guys
we're all set downstairs if you..."  His words died in his throat as he saw
the naked gypsy on top of his boy, jizz oozing between their bodies, tears
running down Pablo's cheeks.  "Oh, sorry, sir," he stammered, knowing he
should withdraw but rooted to the spot (a sight too hot to miss – god he
wished he had his camera.)

"It's OK, Darius – great timing, we'd just finished as you can see."
Randy pulled out of Pablo's ass and jumped to his feet.  He stood there
with a triumphant smile on his face, his muscles pumped, chest covered in
his boy's jism, sweat running down his face, his huge cock swinging between
his legs, still dripping cum.  "Holy shit," Darius murmured, staring in
awe.  When Randy fucked he really fucked.

"Five minutes and we'll be right with you," Randy said.  "Kiddo, get our
gear together and take it down to the truck.  And both of you pick up the
supplies the twins have ready in the kitchen.  I gotta see Bob.  He put on
his sneakers, grabbed his shorts and strode naked from the room.

Bob was in his upstairs office with Jamie when Randy came in.  Bob grinned
broadly at the naked, cum-streaked gypsy with the gleaming eyes.  "OK,
three guesses at what you've been doing.  One - fucking Pablo ...  or two –
fucking Pablo ... or three – maybe fucking Pablo?"

"Asshole," Randy said, throwing his arms round him while Jamie chuckled in
the background.  Jamie got up to leave but Randy said, "Nah, stay put
Jamie, I just came to say goodbye."  He smiled at Bob.  "Take care of
yourself, buddy.  Back in two days and then ..."  He stretched out his arms
and displayed the naked body of a fuck machine.

"OK, got the message," Bob grinned.  "I'll be waiting for you."

"You better be, stud.  Hey Jamie, you and Mark take care of my man here,
OK?"

"Aye, aye, sir," said Jamie.  As Randy walked to the door Bob said, "Oh,
and Randy – put on your shorts."

"Oh, yeah, sure."  Randy pulled on his shorts, held out his arms and
grinned.  "See, Prince Charming, dressed up for the ball."  And he left the
room.

Bob shook his head.  "Jamie, there goes a man who's one of a kind.  Nobody
in the world like him."

Jamie laughed.  "Good thing too, sir.  I don't think the world could handle
another Randy."

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

They took Randy's truck as it was the biggest, with a double cab and a huge
flatbed that easily held the rowboat and all the gear of four men and a
dog.  Randy and Zack sat up front, with Pablo and Darius behind them.
Beside Pablo sat his dog Billy with his head hanging out of the window, his
favorite thing in life – next to his master, of course.

As they drove up into the Angeles National Forest sexual vibrations still
resonated between Randy and Pablo, who were both shirtless in cargo shorts.
They had not even stopped to shower after their wild fuck-fest so they were
still redolent of sweat and dried cum.  Randy frequently looked at Pablo in
the rear-view mirror and they grinned with the private smile of men who had
just fucked their brains out.

But that's as far as companionship showed itself on the drive up.  In the
front there was an unusual reserve between the two men.  Randy and Zack
were best buddies, working together on the construction site as partners,
with mutual respect and affection.  But like all friendships between
strong-willed alpha males there was always a hint of masculine rivalry deep
down which sometimes exploded to the surface.

This had happened not long ago between Randy and Zack, resulting in a
vicious fight that Zack had won.  He had taken the prize of Randy's ass and
humiliated him by pinning him down and savagely butt-fucking him.  Randy
had accepted defeat in a fair fight but a coolness remained between them
and they both knew why.

On the rare occasions that Randy was beaten, especially fucked and
humiliated, he had to get even.  It was a creed he had always lived by
since his street-fighter days in West Texas – an eye for an eye and a
fuck for a fuck.  The conventional advice – `don't get mad, get even' –
didn't apply.  Randy did both.

Both men knew all this and both knew it was one reason for their trip to
the lake.  In the meantime their friendship had been restored when they had
joined forces to defeat four bikers holding the twins captive.  Fighting
together, side by side, was to both of them the ultimate expression of
virile brotherhood.  They really were like brothers, but still that crack
in the fabric of their friendship had to be mended – an eye for an eye –
which accounted for the tension between them as they now sat side by side.

So often the boys mirrored their masters, and in the back seat a similar
tension existed between Pablo and Darius, though it had been a longtime
building.  They had been lovers almost since the day Pablo had arrived in
the house and they had reached that uncomfortable phase most relationships
go through – a cooling of the original joy, a sense that each was taking
the other for granted.  The problem was more pronounced on Pablo's side, as
he sensed an alienation from the other boys too.

So the tension in the front seat was playing out in the back too.  Sitting
between Darius and his dog Billy, Pablo leaned close to Billy and put his
arm round him, causing him to lean away from Darius.  Hm, thought Darius –
loves his dog more than me.

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

When they arrived at their special place in the forest high above Los
Angeles they bumped over the familiar long dirt trail and parked by the
small beach surrounded by trees at the remote, placid lake, shining like
glass.  As they unpacked their gear Darius made a clumsy attempt at warming
things up between him and Pablo.  "Love this place," he said, "real cool
... and a great place to fuck."

That was the wrong button to press and Pablo rose to the bait.  "Yeah, well
you should be in hog heaven `cuz all you want to do is push that ten-inch
prong of yours up my ass.  That's all you ever want."

"Hey, dude, that's not fair, I ..."  But Pablo was ignoring him, setting up
Billy's blanket and water bowl at the back of the beach.  The exchange had
been overheard by Randy and Zack who raised their eyes at each other.  "OK,
kid," Randy said sharply to Pablo.  "Why don't me and you take the boat
out, try and catch some fish for dinner."  Zack was quick to add, "I don't
know about you all, but after that long drive I need to stretch my legs.
Wanna come for a walk by the lake with me, Darius?"

"Sure, sir," said Darius, throwing a sour look at Pablo.  They finished
unloading their gear, the fishing tackle and the rowboat, Zack threw his
arm over Darius's shoulder and they took off.

Pablo and Randy changed into swim trunks and carried the boat and gear down
to the shallow water.  Pablo and Billy jumped in and Randy waded into
deeper water pushing the boat before him.  Holding onto the stern and
swimming with a strong leg-kick Randy pushed the boat quickly out into the
middle of the lake, then hauled himself in, his muscles flexing in the
sunlight as water streamed off him.  Pablo got an instant boner, his cock
pushing up in his shorts like a tent-pole.

"Yeah, I know how you feel, kiddo," Randy chuckled.  "I could go for that
too, but we gotta talk.  They set up the fishing lines over the side of the
boat, Billy settled in his usual position in the prow looking down at the
water, watching for movement, and Pablo and Randy lay on their side in the
boat propped up on one elbow looking at each other.

"You know, kid," Randy began, "like I said this morning, you gotta sort out
this shit between you and Darius, and then make your peace with the other
boys.  You're a great kid, but your social skills? ... not so hot.  I know
you try to copy me but sometimes I'm not the best role model.  For
instance, my social skills are for shit – practically non-existent.  Bob
is always having to bail me out when he sees me clenching my fists, ready
to take a swing at some guy.  That smooth way Bob has about him has kept me
out of a whole mess of trouble."

"What I'm saying is, kid, you gotta wise up – act mature.  I mean, this
shit you got going with Darius ... don't bear a grudge ... bury it."

"But you're gonna get even with Zack for fucking you, sir.  Ain't that like
bearing a grudge?"

Randy was momentarily knocked off balance by his kid's logic.  "That's not
the same, boy," he said gruffly.  "That's a matter of honor among men."  He
let that dubious argument float away on the breeze and they gazed at each
other in silence.

"'Course," Randy resumed, "you know what I'm doing with you, don't you?
You're my boy, my son, and one day you're gonna take over for me.  Someday
in the future you'll be boss of the outfit, so I want you to become a
leader, a mature guy who knows how to deal with others, not always flaring
up and swinging your fists."  Pablo grinned mischievously.  "OK, wiseguy,"
Randy said.  "Like I said, I'm not always the best role model.  Do what I
tell you, not what I do."

They looked at each other, their eyes crinkled and they burst out laughing.
"OK, kid, I might as well tell you now.  You've been doing a damn fine job
and you know the company inside and out, so I've been talking to the other
company directors – Bob, Mark and Zack – and soon I'm gonna offer you
the chance to become a junior partner."  Pablo's eyes opened wide with
surprised delight.

"But I don't want you parading around boasting about all that boss's
boy/junior partner bullshit.  You gotta show me you got leadership skills
by respecting the other boys, starting with Darius.  For god's sake heal
the breach and get over your temper tantrums with him."

"Yes, sir, absolutely, sir.  Thank you, sir.  I promise to live up to your
trust in me, sir."

"Oh yeah," Randy grinned, "and there's one other thing.  One of your duties
as junior partner is to make that ass of yours available to the boss 24/7.
Think you can do that?"

"Of course, sir.  Starting right now if you want."  But they were
interrupted by Billy's excited barking as he looked down at the water.
"Looks like we got our first fish, kiddo, so let's cut the crap and do what
we came to do – fish."

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

About that time Zack and Darius were having a similar man-to-boy
conversation while they walked round the lake.  Zack had noticed the
coolness between Darius and Pablo and, typically for him, confronted the
issue head on.  "So what's all this crap between you and Pablo, kid?"

"I dunno, sir.  He's been walking round with a face as long as my dick, and
that's saying something.  He says the only thing I ever want from him is to
fuck his ass."

"And is that true?"

"Well, sir, he's got this spectacular pair of buns, and with my dick
... well you know the saying, my dick and his ass, a match ..."

"... match made in heaven, yeah, so I hear.  But listen, boy, it may come
as a surprise to you but a man wants more from a lover than a ten-inch
schlong.  And he wants to mean more to you than a great fuck.  You gotta
show him you still love him.  You do, don't you?"

"Of course I do," Darius said animatedly.  "He can be a handful at times
with his `boss's boy' bullshit but I like a tough guy with spunk and he's
got plenty of that."

Zack thought in silence for a moment.  "And when did Pablo last get to fuck
you?"

"Uh?  Hm ... well, I can't remember, sir, it's been so long."

"Just what I thought.  Don't you think that would be bad for a tough guy's
ego – always getting his ass ploughed?  Kid, the first thing you gotta
do is correct that.  Even the score.  You probably know that's what Randy
has in mind for me after I thrashed him and fucked him.  The guy always has
to get even and prove he's still the top gun.  And I'll let him.  Hell I
would do the same to him if he had humiliated me by whipping my ass and
fucking it."

"So take your cue from me and do the same for Pablo.  Let him take your ass
and do it in a showy way so he can prove that he's as macho as the next guy
and has more to offer than just a flawless butt."  He grinned.  "Though I
gotta say, those globes of his are mighty sweet – enough to make any guy
drop his pants."

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

They had walked all round the lake and got back to the beach just as Randy
and Pablo were pulling the boat out of the water, with a sizeable catch
that they put in a cooler for later.  Now that the preliminaries were out
of the way there was a distinct tension in the air, as everyone knew what
had to come next.

Pablo said impulsively, "Dude, I've been talking to Randy and there's
something I gotta tell you.  I've behaved like a real prick, lately and
..."

"Nah, kiddo, it's mostly my fault.  I started taking you for granted
... hell, I sure took your ass for granted, like it was my own personal
playground, and I gotta make things right."

Zack and Randy needed no words to express how they had to `make things
right.'  They had known this moment would come right after Zack had left
Randy beaten and crawling in the dust.  As always, Randy took charge.  "OK,
guys let's cut to the chase, here.  Seems like the boys, as usual, are on
the same track as their masters, so let's do it.  You ready?

"Ready," said Zack.  "Ready," said Darius.

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

Billy lay on his blanket his head on his paws watching the proceedings with
intense interest.  He had seen scenes like this before and he knew better
than to get involved.  Like his young master, he was never good at taking a
back seat, but this was one of the times he had to.

His gaze was riveted on the two naked black men standing back to back under
a tree at the back of the beach.  Watching them just as intently were Randy
and Pablo, lying naked on their backs on the beach, side by side, propped
up on their elbows.  The smooth horizontal line of their muscular bodies
was broken only by the poles standing up vertically out of their pubic
hair.

"Hard not to get a cockstand looking at something that hot," Randy said.
"Two hot black studs, master and boy, back to back, bodies stretched
upward, wrists roped to that tree branch.  Shit, look at that master, the
proud, defiant face, those shiny black muscles gleaming in the sun.  What
turns you on the most about him, kid?"

"Well, sir, the body's spectacular – those pecs and shoulders, and his
eight-pack abs.  But I think the face is sexiest and that macho shaved
head.  Plus that monster club swinging between his legs."

"Yeah," Randy agreed, and talking of clubs, how about his boy's huge piece
of horse meat?  That alone would fetch top price if they were slaves at a
slave market."

Which is exactly how the two black men felt as their captors on the beach
sized them up like animals for sale.  The humiliation had already begun.

Randy pulled himself and Pablo off the ground and they walked over to face
the bound captives.  "Take your cue from me, boy," Randy said to Pablo.
"While I work on the stud here you do likewise to his boy."  He looked
straight into Zack's eyes and said, "That should spice it up a bit for you,
big guy."  He rolled Zack's nipples hard in his fingers.  "You were ready
to get worked over by me, but that's your boy tied up with you and he's
gonna be getting the same treatment from my kid.  Neat, eh?"

"Fuck off," snarled Zack.

In response Randy grabbed Zack behind the head, pulled his face forward and
ground their faces together.  Zack tasted the tongue probing his mouth and
he instinctively started to respond, kissing the erotic gypsy face, but
then he recoiled, resisting the temptation, pulled away and spat on the
ground."

"Oh-ho," Randy said, "that's how were gonna play it eh, big guy?  Suites me
fine – my choice of weapons then.  He reached down to the ground, pulled
the belt from his shorts and the one from Pablo's.  He tossed the second
belt to Pablo who was applying to Darius every one of his master's moves on
Zack.  Randy stood back and flicked his belt against the ebony slabs of
Zack's chest.

"Yeah, you're one hell of a stud, man – a leather-master who can beat
any man, even me every once in a while.  But you really pissed me off,
asshole, when you thrashed me, fucked my ass and left me crawling in the
dirt on my own construction site."  He snapped a fierce crack of the belt
on Zack's chest, making him flinch and his tone became grim.

"But this is me you're dealing with, pal, and I don't take that shit form
anyone, even a tough son of a bitch like you.  So now the badass
leather-stud, the top-man, is tied up naked with his boy and he's gonna get
his ass fucked.  See how this feels, big guy."  He stood back and lashed
Zack's chest several times while Pablo did the same to Darius.

"OK," Zack yelled, "do anything you want to me, I can take it, but go easy
on my boy.  Thrash me but not him."

Randy's only reaction was to tell Pablo, "Turn them round, kid, facing each
other."  Their arms were tied straight up so it was easy to turn them round
chest to chest, their eyes staring into each other.  Randy gloated, "Shit,
look at those fine black asses, boy.  How about we prime them – warm
them up a bit before we shove our dicks inside them?"

"Aaagh ... "  The howls of Zack and his boy rang through the forest as the
belts bounced off the mounds of their asses – one lash, two, three ...
Zack stared into Darius's eyes and the boy gained strength from his
master's defiant gaze.  The fantasy of this whole scene was not lost on the
boy, known as the king of fantasy, and the fact that he was sharing it with
his muscle-god master more than made up for the pain.

The lashing stopped, Randy spat in his hand and pushed a wet finger into
Zack's hole, taking pleasure in hearing the black bodybuilder groaning as
his ass was invaded.  Randy pressed his chest against Zack's back and
rested his chin on his shoulder from behind.  "Has to be this way, buddy,
you know that.  You're one hell of a man and if it's any consolation it's a
privilege for me to fuck that fine ass.  I won't insult a man like you by
holding back.  You know me and the way I fuck. Like this..."

Again howls of pain reverberated round the beach as Randy and Pablo drove
their cocks into the helpless asses.  The bound men's bodies were crushed
together as they were ramrodded from behind, and their muscles flexed as
they instinctively pulled against the ropes trying to break free.  But
gradually the searing pain dissolved in a sense of euphoria as the rods
drove into their asses with building speed.

Darius especially was enthralled by the unaccustomed sensation of his lover
pounding his ass.  "Damn that feels so fucking hot.  Show me what I've been
missing, dude ... fuck me ... fuck that black ass."

Zack was no less exhilarated, falling under the spell of Randy's legendary
sexuality.  What Randy loved most was a man-to-man fuck, full on, no
holding back as he did with a boy.  This was a ferocious, pile-driving
fuck, two muscular construction workers, the gypsy savage pounding the ass
of the black muscle-god.  And it drove Zack wild.

"Yeah," he howled, "punish that ass, man, hurt it ... that all you got?
... remember how I pinned you down and tortured your ass? ... it's payback
time, stud ... fuck me ... fuck me...!"

Randy flashed on the image of his crawling humiliation, beaten to the
ground by the fists of the black bodybuilder who then fell on him and
shoved his huge black dick up his ass.  His anger flared again and he
hungered for revenge.  He grabbed Zack's hips and, using every ounce of his
massive strength, drove his shaft deep into the shattered depths of the
black man's gut.

This was man to man, two dominant men at the height of their power, best
buddies, brothers, proving their strength to each other – the one using
his cock as a brutal weapon, the other enduring the savage assault on his
tortured ass.  Equally matched, the men could have fucked and suffered
indefinitely, but it was Darius who forced the climax.

"Dude," he shouted, "your cock is so damn hot I gotta bust a load.  I gotta
cum, man.  Let me feel your jizz in my ass, dude, `cuz I'm cumming ..."
His words were stifled by his master's mouth smothering his in a passionate
kiss.

And so the climax came in rapid sequence.  First Pablo yelled as his cock
erupted deep in Darius's ass.  Feeling the hot semen flowing inside him
Darius moaned into Zack's mouth and shot his own massive load between their
bodies, up over their stomachs and chests.  The sticky dampness of his
boy's cum, the heat of their mouths grinding together, and the shaft
driving into his ass combined to send a jolt of electricity through Zack
and he blasted a massive load in sync with his boy's.

As he shot his load, Zack's ass clamped tight round the shaft inside him.
He pulled back from his boy's mouth as he felt Randy's cock explode in his
ass and the air was shattered by the triumphant roars of two lions fighting
for tribal dominance.  They had battled to a draw – they were even, two
powerful men united in a brotherhood of admiration and respect.

Randy slumped exhausted against Zack's sweating back and panted, "That's
how real men fuck, buddy.  God you're incredible.  I love you, man.  Proud
to call you brother."

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

At last Billy roused himself, lumbered over to Pablo and licked his feet –
a canine gesture of either pride or simple affection only he knew.  Quickly
released, the four men bounded into the lake with howls of delight, washing
off the juices of their lust and passion.  And this time Billy joined in,
barking, splashing in the general euphoria that all was right with the
world.  And, at least in their world, it was.

It would not be generally believed that all the tensions and quarrels of
men could be banished with a great fuck, but in this idyllic place, between
these extraordinary men, they had.  Pretty soon Pablo and Darius had pushed
the boat out (literally) and were floating in the middle of the lake making
love on the floor of the boat, with Billy getting his licks in (literally).
On the beach Randy and Zack were sprawled side by side, sipping beer and
talking about whatever two rugged alpha males talk about.

Later, after a cooked meal of fish, fresh from the lake, all four of them
lay together naked, enjoying each other and feeling the sap rising once
again.  Pablo and Darius grinned with mutual understanding and gently
opened their masters' shorts.  They were soon chowing down on their cocks
while Randy and Zack leaned back on their elbows watching them.

"Freeze!"

The sudden command came from a tall, uniformed man who had just appeared
through the trees.  The arrogant voice continued, "That fire you've had
there is illegal.  And what you boys were doing is also illegal, and
immoral.  You can consider yourselves under arrest."

Billy growled softly, waiting for his cue from Pablo, but such was the
self-assurance of these supremely confident men that they barely flinched
as they looked up at the man – with amusement on the men's part and lust
on the boys'.

He must have been in his late twenties, tall, blond, boyishly handsome with
an obviously well-toned, lean body under his forest ranger uniform –
pale gray, short-sleeved shirt with a white triangle of T-shirt at the open
neck, dark green pants and black boots.  With the heavy black belt and
equipment round his waist he had a youthful air of authority as he
continued listing their infractions of the law.

"It's pretty clear what you men have been doing and it's disgusting.  What
you do in your own home is your business but out here it's against the law.
I am a Chief Forest Ranger and I have to report you."

"Oh no," Pablo said in mock horror.  "You're not gonna throw me in jail,
are you, sir.  I don't think me or my butt would last long inside.  See?"
He rolled over and stuck his flawless white globes in the air.  Darius
sputtered with laughter and the man barked, "Enough!  Which one of you is
the responsible party – who's the leader here?"

Zack rolled his eyes at Randy and raised his hands with a helpless `not me'
gesture.  "Coward," Randy grinned.  He shrugged and said to the ranger, "I
guess that would be me.  I'm the boss here."  Slowly he got to his feet and
stood in front of the young ranger in all his naked, muscular glory, his
huge cock swinging between his legs.  The ranger inhaled sharply and took a
step back before recovering himself.  "Sir, I'm gonna have to cuff you.
Put your hands behind your back."

Randy complied meekly and the ranger stepped behind him.  But as he brought
the cuffs close Randy suddenly grabbed his wrist, whirled him round facing
him and yanked his arms up behind his back in a brutal double hammerlock
applied from the front.  Their chests pressed together, faces inches apart
and the ranger stammered, "Resisting arrest is a felony and ..."

Randy cut him off by leaning forward and pressing their mouths together,
pushing his lips open with his tongue.  Grinding their lips against each
Randy breathed his beery breath into his mouth.  The stunned ranger was
trapped, feeling the sheer strength of this man and the tongue probing his
mouth.  A look of panic filled his eyes as Randy finally pulled his mouth
away and his steel blue eyes pierced the ranger's like lasers.

"Like I said, man, I'm the boss around here and I do what the fuck I like.
You lay one finger on these boys and I will personally shove my fist right
up your arrogant ranger ass."

He grinned maliciously.  "So you're a Chief Ranger, eh?  Well I've got news
for you, pal.  I outrank you ... `cuz I'm the King of the fucking Gypsies."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength – Chapter 220"


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