Date: Wed, 11 Dec 2019 07:06:50 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 492  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 492
By Rob Williams

Chapter 492 – "THE DOC GETS OBEDIENCE TRAINING"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

After being sidelined by an injury, boss Randy feels humiliated being
treated by the handsome Doctor Chad, a man whose orders he resents and
refuses to obey.  So he fights back to reclaim his supremacy, first by
showing his lover Bob that, even injured, he can still fuck.  Then, in a
pornographic warehouse scene, he dominates the doc and teaches him the true
meaning of obedience and humiliation.
___________________________________________________________________


IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Doctor Chad had never had sex with a man – though he had jerked off
thinking about it.  Then he met the cop Mark, and made love for the first
time – and fell in love too.  It didn't hurt that Chad was drop-dead
gorgeous with the classic features and physique of a Greek statue, tousled
brown hair and limpid hazel eyes

But he was conflicted.  He recoiled at the thought of coming between Mark
and his boy Jamie – that would be unforgivable.  The only way out, he
decided, was never to see Mark again.

The founder of the tribe, the equally handsome Bob, intervened and went to
reason with Chad.  Using all his considerable powers of seduction, Bob
convinced Chad that he needed more experience of sex with men before he
claimed to be in love with one of them. Bob proved his point by making love
with Chad in an increasingly erotic scene that climaxed when Bob
butt-fucked Chad, the first man ever to do so.

Blown away by the new experience Chad said, "Bob, I think I'm in love with
you."

To which Bob asked playfully, "Instead of Mark or in addition to?"

Chad got the point and grinned, "Fuck you, dude."

Chad was won over – and being friends with the tribe would fit in with
his professional life.  He had recently been offered a prestigious job as
director of surgery at a hospital near the tribe and had even looked at a
nearby house that he loved, except that it needed work.  Bob said, "So will
you take that job, and let me help you buy that house, and let Randy fix it
up for you?"

"Yes, yes and yes," Chad laughed.

Driving back home Bob called his lover Randy, the tough, rugged gypsy who
ruled the tribe.  He was still at work on the construction site and when
Bob told him what he had done with Chad Randy hit the roof. "You fucked
him?!  You should have checked with me first.  A new man comes to the
tribe, especially a stud like him, I gotta check him out first."

Bob knew Randy was mad not that Bob had fucked the doctor but that he had
been the first.  One thing that riled Randy was the thought of Bob assuming
a role that should be his.  He was the boss, Bob was his and he, Randy,
should approve of a guy before Bob made any move.

Chad had accepted Bob's invitation to dinner and they were having cocktails
waiting for Randy to come home from work when the phone rang.  It was
Randy's foreman Darius.

"Sir, quick, there's been an accident here at work.  Randy's been injured.
We need help fast.  We stayed late to pull down a hunk of rusty old fence,
but Randy seemed real tense about something.  He lost his temper and jerked
backward into a jagged slice of the fence.  It cut a big gash on his leg
and now it's bleeding a whole lot."

Bob and Chad sped to the construction site where the doctor took charge.
He had to stop the bleeding but a raging Randy was stomping around making
things worse.  And he was hostile to Chad.  "No fucking way!" Randy roared.
"That guy is not coming near me.  You touch me, asshole, and you'll feel my
fist."

The only solution was for Chad to inject hm with a sedative.  When it took
effect Chad pulled off his own shirt, twisted it into a tourniquet and
applied it to his leg, then raised it up.  By now the sedative had put
Randy in a happy state of euphoria, and when Chad asked how he was doing
Randy replied, "Feeling no pain, doc.  Don't know what you shot me up with
but from down here everything's looking real good, including yourself doc."

Young Eddie arrived with blankets and towels and stared in disbelief at the
shirtless doctor on his knees, holding up Randy's leg, the jeans ripped off
all the way to the now-bare crotch.  Eddie had seen this pose a million
times before and it always meant only one thing.  He glanced wide-eyed over
at Darius and silently mouthed, `Is he gonna fuck him?'

Darius shot back a look that was part glare, part smile and mouthed, `Are
you nuts?'

Nuts or not, Eddie wasn't the only one with that notion.  The sedative now
at its peak Randy smiled blearily up at Chad and said languidly, "Anyone
ever tell you are one hot, sexy son-of-a-bitch, doc?  Ripped fucking bod,
face like one a' them Greek gods.  And that bulge in your crotch pressing
on my ass.  Damn, last man who had me on the ground like this fucked my
ass.  You gonna fuck my ass, doc?"

Eddie was riveted by the unbelievable scene that followed and couldn't wait
to describe it to the tribe when he got home.

Eventually Chad said Randy could be moved and they carried him out to the
truck to take him to the nearby hospital where Chad was the new director of
surgery.  Darius got behind the wheel, Chad sat next to him to phone ahead
to alert the hospital, and Bob sat in back with Randy.

"Eddie," Bob said, "I want you to go back home and tell everyone what's
happened here.  Rumors must be flying so I want you to tell them the truth
– no exaggerations, right?"

"Sir, even I couldn't exaggerate this one, it's already totally
over-the-top.  You couldn't make this stuff up – no one would believe
you."  They drove away and Eddie got into his own truck and took off.  He
couldn't wait to see the guys at home – and boy, did he have a story to
tell.


********************** CHAPTER 492 *********************

EDDIE TELLS A BREATHLESS TALE

When the excited Eddie screeched to a halt at the gate of the compound the
tribe was already gathering for dinner.  Word had spread fast on the
grapevine of the drama unfolding at the construction site, but details were
scarce and there was an atmosphere of foreboding.

So inevitably Eddie, who had witnessed the whole scene, was the center of
attention – his favorite place to be.  There was a crowd sitting round
the big table in the garden and all eyes turned expectantly on Eddie.  He
paused for dramatic effect, opened his eyes wide, then raised his palms in
his usual prelude to a dramatic tale.  "Guys, you will not believe ..."

Eddie's master, the macho Arab Marine captain Hassan, cleared his throat
noisily.  "Eddie, just the facts, boy – no drama, no exaggeration."

"That's what Bob said, sir.  I told him that you couldn't make this stuff
up and even if you did ..."

"Eddie ...!"

"Sorry, sir.  OK, just the facts.  Well, you all know that Chad was new to
this whole man-sex scene and got scared when he fell in love with Mark,
`cos of Jamie and all and ... OK, anyway.  Bob told the twins, and they
told Will and he told me that Bob sorted it all out with Chad and – get
this – ended up fucking him – first time ever for the doc!

"But then Darius phoned to say Randy had cut his leg real bad, and Doctor
Chad and Bob raced to the rescue.  I followed them with all sorts of towels
and stuff and I myself helped the doc, like an assistant.  Randy was
ranting and raving with blood gushing from his leg so Bob and Darius had to
hold him down while the doc gave him a shot that slowed him down real soon.
Trust me, that guy was feeling no pain, you know, like laughing gas at the
dentist when you ..."

Another glare from Hassan.  "OK, OK.  So anyway, Doc Chad cut Randy's jeans
all the way up, then ripped off his own shirt and made it into a, er,
turnkey ..."

"Tourniquet," several of the boys shouted in unison."

"OK, OK, I knew that.  Yeah, turn-icay, that's the one.  So anyway this is
where it gets totally weird.  Chad raised up Randy's bare leg, then leaned
forward to touch the pulse in his neck.  Well right away I thought the doc
was gonna fuck him – and Randy thought so too, but he didn't care `cos
he was zonked out by the shot. Chad`s fingers were still on his neck and
Randy even asked if the doc was gonna choke him while he fucked him.  `Cos
ya know, some guys get off on that.  It's never really been my thing but
... oops, sorry, sir.

"Anyway the doc told him to calm down but Randy said something like, `Calm
down?  Looking up at that gorgeous body with your shlong pressing on my
butt?  Only one thing'll calm me down now.'"  Eddie paused.  "So, guess
what ..."

"Just tell us, boy," Hassan said.

"OK, sir, I'm getting there.  So Randy was in this kinda drugged-out
fantasy that the doc was really fucking him ... and he jerked off.  The doc
was mad that Randy was raising his blood pressure but he was turned on too
and when Randy busted his load ..."  Eddie paused for dramatic effect
... "the doc ... himself ... creamed ... his ... jeans."

Eddie stared at his audience, pleased by the amazed gasps that ran through
the crowd.  "But wait guys, there's more.  Randy told Chad that he still
didn't like him and said something like, `One day soon I'm gonna make you
beg real good.  I'm gonna fuck your ass and make you crawl and beg for
more.  I can make a man do that.  You are gonna get so fucking fucked,
dude, and you are gonna fall in love.  I can make a man do that too.'

"Well, Chad said it wouldn't be the first time `cos he'd already fallen in
love with Mark and Bob, or in lust or infatuation or, whatever.  But it was
some threat, don't ya think?  And I bet he'll do it.  If I was a betting
man my money would be on Randy."

"Eddie," Hassan said impatiently, "cut to the chase, boy ... is Randy gonna
be OK?"

"Oh yeah, right?  Well I asked the doc that very thing, if Randy would be
alright, and he said, `don't worry kiddo, I'll make sure he will ... for
you, Bob and all the guys.'  How about that?!  I mean, he is such a great
doc, not to mention drop-dead gorgeous and built like a ..."

Eddie glanced at Hassan.  "Anyway guys that's it.  They took Randy to the
hospital and the doc's gonna stitch him up himself.  Bob told me to come
here and tell you guys all about it to stop all the rumors flying.  So I
have, and now I'll stop talking.  Hey," he grinned," that's not something
you hear every day of the week."

The crowd laughed and applauded, amused by Eddie and venting their relief
that Randy was OK.  Some of them were wondering about Randy's `threat' to
Chad, but decided that was something for another day.

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

DOCTOR'S ORDERS

Meanwhile there was still tension in the truck as Darius drove fast, having
punched into the GPS the address Chad gave him.  Chad phoned the hospital
and alerted the staff of the situation.

"As soon as we get there we'll need a gurney so the patient can keep his
leg straight.  I'll need to give him a tetanus shot, then have the wound
cleaned and prepped so I can stitch it.  Hard to say how many sutures it'll
need, but plenty.  Oh, and I'll need a scrubs shirt – I had to use my
shirt for the tourniquet."

Darius grinned to himself, sitting next to the shirtless hunk who also
happened to be an experienced doctor who also happened to be gorgeous and
sexy as hell.  Even in this emergency situation Darius had a hard-on as he
concentrated on driving as fast as safety allowed.  Having witnessed the
erotic scene that Eddie was even now describing to the awestruck tribe,
Darius had gained great respect for the doctor's skill and renewed
admiration for Randy's ability to turn any situation into a sexual
challenge in which he triumphed as usual.

When they arrived at the hospital's emergency entrance the staff wheeled a
gurney up to the truck and lifted Randy onto it.  A nurse gave a scrubs
shirt to the shirtless doctor, and Darius thought he looked almost as sexy
in the dark blue shirt as he had bare-chested.

Chad walked alongside the gurney, focused solely on his patient, and a
nurse directed Bob and Darius to a nearby waiting room.  At last they were
able to relax and Bob said, "Darius, I want to thank you for being steady
as a rock through all this.  In a panicky situation you kept your head with
the strength of mind of one of the masters.  Zack will be proud of you.
And talking of masters, how is your boy Ryan doing?"

"He's coming along real well, sir – I sure made the right choice there.
Of course he's brilliant at his job and the guys in the office love him.
He's more serious than someone like Eddie, say, but I find that kinda sexy
– you know, the strong silent type.  Sex is terrific, though it's a bit
scary the way he idolizes me.  Makes me wanna live up to his expectations
– it's a real responsibility."

Bob chuckled.  "That's what it means to have a boy, Darius.  And judging
from the way you handled yourself today I'd say you're definitely up to the
task."  They whiled away the time talking about their boys and the tribe in
general – and about Randy of course, laughing as they swapped stories.

Darius was Randy's foreman and assistant on the construction site, and Bob
said, "I recall the day Randy flew into a rage and slugged one of the work
crew.  The insurance company got real upset and said they would pull the
insurance unless Randy agreed to take anger management classes with Doc
Steve and hire an assistant who would keep him in check.  You were the
obvious choice, Darius – and it can't be easy.  As his lover, I know
that better than anyone."

They talked about the big gypsy with love and reverence as the undisputed
leader of the tribe with his animal, sexual magnetism.  When Bob treated
Darius to some of the tricks he had used to placate Randy they laughed a
lot, and they were still chuckling an hour later when Doctor Chad came into
the room.

He smiled, "I see you guys seem to have recovered from our little drama
pretty well, and so, I'm happy to say, has our patient, even though he's
growling about `getting the hell out of here' and warning me to `keep my
damn hands' off him.  I don't think he'll ever forgive me for stopping him
bleeding to death."

"Oh, that's par for the course, Chad," Bob grinned.  "Just means he's
feeling better.  And I suppose the sedative has warned off."

"It has, so here's the situation now.  We cleaned him up, gave him a
tetanus shot and strong antibiotics to prevent infection.  Then I stitched
up the wound – it took a lot of sutures, I can tell you, but I think
he'll heal quickly."

"No doubt about that, sir," Darius said.  "I've seen Randy get into a rough
knock-down drag-out fight, then get up, cut and bruised, and go right back
to work as if nothing happened."

"And I suppose he won the fight," Chad smiled.

"Of course he did, sir.  He always does – one way or another."

"As I found out earlier on the work site," Chad said ruefully.  "Anyway,
we've dressed the wound and bandaged it and I'll need to see Randy again in
a week to check it and see when I can removed the stitches.  I'm going to
discharge him and let him come home as I know he'll get plenty of care
there from you guys.  He has to take the antibiotics daily until they're
all gone.

"For the first couple of days he must not walk on that leg or put any
pressure on it.  I prefer he use a wheelchair, we can loan you one, but
I'll allow crutches for short periods.  He mustn't work for a few days and
even then no heavy stuff.  Bob, he's a difficult patient and I know he's
gonna kick against these limitations, but I'm assuming you have your ways
to keep him in check."

Bob grinned, "Yeah, actually Darius and I were just talking about that and,
er, I have a few tricks up my sleeve.  We won't need to borrow a wheelchair
`cos one of our boys who uses a wheelchair has a spare one that Randy can
use."

"Fine, so they'll bring him out here in a few minutes and I'll see you all
off."

"But you, er, you're still coming to dinner aren't you Chad?"

"Er, I'd like to and I am kinda hungry, but I don't want Randy yelling at
me again and raising his blood pressure."

"Chad, you have my word that won't happen, after all you've done for us.  I
have a feeling the tribe will greet you as the hero of the hour, which you
are."

"Hmm, OK.  I'll be a few minutes closing out the paperwork on this and
talking to the staff, then I'll come and join you and we can all go back
together the way we came."  He sighed.  "One way and another it's been a
hell of a day.  Dinner's starting to sound real good.

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

"BUT YA ARE, BLANCHE"

Chad left Bob and Darius, and soon a nurse wheeled Randy in, with his right
leg propped up straight out.  His face had a scowl that managed to be both
angry and sheepish.  "Fucking wheelchair," he growled, "who needs it?"  As
soon as I'm outa this place I'll be on my feet."

"Good to see you back on form, Randy," Bob said mockingly.  "But you've got
to obey the doctor's instructions."

"Fuck him.  Just because you fucked him don't give him to the right to
order me around."

Darius and Bob exchanged glances – this was going to be rough.  So Bob
confronted it head on.  "Randy, let's get a couple of things straight.  You
just had a very nasty cut and lost a lot of blood.  The only reason Chad is
not keeping you here overnight is because he thinks we can take care of
you.  But if you don't let us do that we'll tell the doc and he'll keep you
hospitalized."

Randy grumbled something unintelligible that seemed to contain a lot of
`fucks'.

"And while we're on the subject of Chad, I want you to stop treating him
like the enemy.  I know you're pissed off that he fucked Jamie and Mark and
then got fucked for the first time by me.  Sorry, O fearless leader but we
stole your thunder – you were not the first.

"But all that has nothing to do with the fact that Chad provided excellent
medical care of Jamie after his accident and pulled him through.  And then
he sprang into action to treat you and stopped you bleeding to death.
Without his quick intervention it could have been a lot worse.

"He gave you skilled treatment even while you were yelling at him that you
hated his guts, that you would plough his ass, make him crawl to you and
make him fall in love with you.  Way to go, Randy, I'm sure the doc
appreciates your thanks.  You know as well as I do that the tribe owes him
a debt of gratitude.

"I know you hate being in a wheelchair, but in the immortal words of Baby
Jane Hudson – `But ya are, Blanche, ya are'.  Now, Chad is coming home
with us and staying for dinner, and you are not gonna growl at him.  In
fact you're gonna thank him for what he's done for you.  I know
graciousness is a concept you're not familiar with, but just this once you
will be gracious to Chad, as befits the undisputed leader of the tribe."

There was a tense silence but those last words got to Randy and he growled,
"Fuck you, man."  Darius gave Bob a surreptitious thumbs up, recognizing
the words Randy usually used when giving in to his lover.  And when Chad
came in and asked, "You guys ready to get out of here?  How you feeling
Randy?"  Randy grunted, "I'm fine ... and, er, thanks for all your help,
doc."

Randy wheeled himself to the door followed by the other three men
exchanging discreet smiles of surprise and muted triumph.

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

WHEELIES

Darius drove Randy's truck as Randy was not supposed to use his right leg.
Chad sat next to him.  Randy, wearing cargo shorts that Darius had brought
to replace his ripped jeans, sat in the back with Bob and tried to act as
if nothing had happened.  "Tomorrow we gotta get rid of that fucking fence,
Darius.  We'll go in early `cos ..."

"Randy," Chad interrupted, looking at Randy sternly in the rear-view
mirror. "I told you you gotta take a couple of days off work.  We don't
want those sutures opening up and your leg start bleeding again.  You'll go
back to work when I say you can."

Bob and Darius held their breath waiting for Randy's explosion – but it
never came.  Instead Randy hunkered down in his seat in grumpy silence
thinking, `fuck the doc ... I'll do what I damn well want, when I want'.

It was a relief when they arrived at the gate to the compound and heard the
buzz of voices from inside.  When they got out Randy refused to wait for a
wheelchair and insisted on using the crutches Chad had brought from the
hospital.  Eddie, who had appointed himself as the welcoming committee,
opened the gate and shouted, "Here he is, guys ... home is the warrior."

Holding his injured leg off the ground Randy still managed his usual stride
as he used his one good leg and the crutches to cross the lawn to the
table, where the men and boys were already eating.  They leapt to their
feet with loud cheers and applause.  Following behind him Chad was
immediately aware of the love and admiration the tribe had for their tough,
handsome leader.  Eddie pulled the chair back at the head of the table and
Randy lowered himself into it.

Mark came up to Chad and hugged him, then Bob.  After thanking Chad
profusely Mark led him to the table and said loudly, "Guys, I want you to
meet our new buddy Doctor Chad.  He is the man responsible for bringing my
Jamie back to health and for healing Randy.  He stitched him up real good
... in the face of stiff resistance I hear."  There were knowing smiles
round the table.  "So let's hear it, guys – please give it up for the
doc ..."

More rousing cheers rang round the garden as most of the guys got their
first admiring look at the striking, muscular Chad.  They all agreed that
Eddie's description of the hunk was in no way exaggerated – he looked
even hotter in person, still in jeans and the scrubs shirt he had worn at
the hospital.

"I won't attempt personal introductions," Mark said, "it would take all
evening.  You can introduce yourselves all in good time."

They took their places at table and Brandon rolled up in his wheelchair and
served them dinner.  As Bob had predicted, Chad was overwhelmed by all the
good-looking, glowing faces round the table as Mark quietly explained who
everyone was.

Chad's eyes settled on one guy in particular, wearing a sleeveless Hawaiian
shirt hanging open over a sculpted chest. He was struck by the man's
chiseled Hispanic features, heavily-stubbled square jaw, thick black hair
and penetrating dark eyes.  "Hey, who's that Hispanic guy, Mark?"

"Ah, thought you'd spot him.  Quite the hunk, eh?  That's Miguel, he's the
lover of Zack, the black guy next to him."  Miguel looked up and grinned,
then got up and left the table.  A few minutes later he came back from the
house, approached Chad and held out a shirt.

"Hey, doc, the name's Miguel.  Thought you might like to change out of
those scrubs and into one of my old Hawaiian shirts.  Bit more festive than
scrubs, eh?"  Chad stood up and stared into Miguel's dark brown eyes.  He
smiled and pulled off his scrubs shirt, causing gasps round the table as
they saw the ripped body stripped to the waist.

He put on the shirt and let it hang casually open, then shook hands.
"Thanks, Miguel.  Yeah, scrubs are not exactly what you'd call dressed for
dinner."  They held their gaze and grasped hands a bit longer than was
usual, before Miguel went back to his seat beside Zack.

During the course of the meal Chad loosened up among this noisy, cheerful
bunch of guys and accepted all the wine and later brandy he was offered.
As the meal was something of a celebration after the safe return of Jamie
and Randy it went on even longer than usual.

When it eventually started to wind down Mark said, "Chad, you are in no
shape to drive all the way across town to your place.  Of course, you could
always Uber but I have another suggestion.  Jamie and I have a real nice
guestroom in our apartment that you're more than welcome to."  Mark smiled
and shrugged.  "`Course, we also have a huge California King bed in our
room that easily sleeps three."

"Hm, tempting," Chad grinned.  "Actually I'm not working tomorrow as my
duties at the Santa Monica hospital are winding down before I start my new
job up here.  So I would appreciate a bed for the night.  As to which bed
... well, let's play that one by ear, eh?"

Just then there was a stir as the gate opened with a bump and Brandon
wheeled himself in towing another wheelchair behind him that he had fetched
from his house across the street.  He went up to where Randy was sitting
and said, "Sir, I heard that Doctor Chad says you have to use a wheelchair
for a couple of days, so I brought my spare one for you."

There was a sudden silence around the table, everyone thinking that Brandon
had rolled right into the middle of the standoff between Randy and Chad.
Randy looked sternly at Brandon, and then his swarthy face broke into a
gleaming smile.  "Kiddo, have I ever refused you anything?"

"No, sir."

"And that's because I love you, kid."  He leaned over and kissed Brandon on
the lips.  "And because I love you it would be an honor to use your
wheelchair."  Brandon smiled as Randy heaved himself into the chair.  "Fits
a treat.  But you'll have to show me how to use this thing."

"Piece of cake, sir.  You put your hands on the wheels there and push.  You
do know how to push, don't you, sir?" Brandon grinned impishly.

"Now don't get smart with me kid," Randy chuckled as he rolled forward.
"You're right, this is easy.  Hey, now how about you show me how to do
those wheelies I've watched you do?"

"Oh, sir, I'm not sure the doc would approve ..."

"There's no doc, kiddo.  There's no one but you and me, and I'm getting a
wheelies lesson from my favorite boy."

"OK, sir, well you tilt the chair back just a bit then push the right wheel
forward and pull back on the other.  See?"  Brandon demonstrated, and after
a few false starts Randy copied him.  In a few minutes they were both
whirling around, Brandon squealing and Randy laughing like a kid.

While the other guys cheered Chad stared in disbelief at the man who, up to
now, he had known only as hostile, growling and intimidating.  This was a
completely new side to the fierce gypsy boss, playful and loving with the
boy in the wheelchair.  He obviously loved Brandon and the boy clearly
adored him.

When at last they rolled to a halt Randy said, "Take a bow, kiddo."  Facing
their audience they both raised an arm, swept it down dramatically and bent
their heads in a theatrical bow, to renewed cheers.  Then Brandon said,
"Sir, you need to pull that lever down there to raise the leg-rest so your
bad leg will be supported out flat.  Good, that's it.  And sir, if you take
my advice you won't try any more of those wheelies.  The doc wouldn't like
it."

"So we just won't tell the doc, eh kiddo?" Randy said out loud.  "Our
secret, just between you and me." He leaned over again and gave Brandon a
long, loving open-mouthed kiss."

The scene brought tears to Chad's eyes.  He was falling under the gypsy's
magic spell.

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

BOB FUMES – RANDY FUCKS

After that joyful demonstration of man-boy love the group dispersed and
harmony prevailed over the compound – or most of it.  Dark clouds still
hung over one room – the bedroom in Randy's and Bob's house.  Getting
there had not been a problem as Randy had equipped all the houses of the
tribe with ramps for the benefit of Brandon and his boyfriend Brian who
both used wheelchairs.  And now Randy got to use them.

In the room Randy made no eye contact and hunched in sullen silence which
Bob ignored as he took charge. "OK, no shower, we gotta get you straight
into bed to rest that leg."  He put his hands on Randy's shoulder but he
shrugged them off.  "For god's sake stop acting like a crusty old nurse.
I'm not a fucking invalid, I can take care of myself."

Bob backed off and watched as Randy pulled off his shirt, and heaved
himself out of the chair and onto the bed on his back.  He unzipped his
shorts but when he started to bend his leg Bob leaned down, took off his
sneakers and pulled his shorts off for him."

"I told you not to touch me."

"I can't touch you?  OK, no problem, I'll go sleep in the guestroom and let
you sleep on your own, untouched all night."  Bob pulled off his shirt (he
always knew that got a reaction) hung it over his shoulder and made for the
door."

"Did I tell you to leave?  I just said stop fussing like an old hen."

"Just as you like, sir." Bob said. "I'll just stand here and wait for my
orders."

"Fuck you, man.  Stop being an asshole."

Bob sat in a chair by the bed and glared down at Randy.  "No, Randy, it's
you being a prize asshole – ever since I told you I butt-fucked Chad.  I
don't want a fight, so let me short-circuit this whole thing by telling you
what your problem is.  OK – hearing about me and Chad put your nose out
of joint `cos your dominance was threatened.  Normally you'd have come home
and treated me to one of your savage fucks to prove that you're the boss.

"But what d'you know?  You get injured bad and the big boss is on his back
relying on Chad to put him back together, the very man whose guts you
hated, or so you said.  So now you had not only me taking charge but the
man I had fucked a few hours earlier.  The only thing you could do was rant
and rave, which you did loud and clear.

"Adding insult to injury, literally, you get zonked out by Chad's sedative
injection and then fantasize about him fucking you.  Getting fucked by the
hunk who just took your lover's dick up his ass – couldn't get worse
than that.  But wait, there's more.  Chad takes you to the hospital where
he really is the boss and you're just a lowly patient on a gurney waiting
for your `rival' to stitch you up.

"After all that the doc gives you strict orders about what you can and
can't do.  Talk about stripping you of your manhood.  Now we're home and
this is when you would tie me to the bed, ream my ass and make me beg the
boss for mercy.  But you can't do that because you mustn't put any pressure
on that leg, so you can't kneel or stand or throw me around.  How am I
doing, Randy?  Right so far?"

Randy groaned, "Stop, Bob, please.  You're right of course, you know me so
well, and I deserve your tongue-lashing.  But I felt so fucking ... I was
scared, buddy, scared of lots of things – being physically helpless,
scared of this new man coming in with all his good looks and authority, and
most of all scared that you might ..."

"... might leave you for that handsome hunk?  Oh come on, Randy, we've been
through this so many times – every time a new man joins the tribe.  When
will you get it through that thick skull that I love you, man?  I was shit
scared too, seeing you lying there gushing blood.  Thank god Chad was
there, not because I lusted for him but because he was the very man who
could help you ... and did.  I was scared `cos I couldn't live without you,
Randy, and there you were ..."

His voice cracked and Randy said, "Hey come here, buddy.  Get in bed and
let me take care of you."

Sensing that the caregiver role was being reversed, Bob stepped out of his
loafers, dropped his jeans and shorts, and stood there butt naked.  Randy
stared up at him.  "God, you're beautiful, man, nothing ever changes that,
and I treated you bad.  Come here, let me make it up to you."

Bob got on the bed and lay facing the contrite Randy, who pulled him close
and kissed him – a long, lingering kiss that quickly strengthened from
tender to fierce.  Surprised, as always, by the force of Randy's passion
Bob felt he would suffocate, until he felt his lover breathing life-saving
air into him.  They shared breaths back and forth until finally Randy
pulled back and his blue eyes sparkled.  "I can always show you who's boss
even without fucking you, dude."

Bob panted, "Huh, after that I'm kinda glad you can't fuck me."

"Who says I can't?  The doc?  What does he know about fucking the hottest
guy on the planet?"  Randy shoved Bob over so they were lying on their
sides with Bob's back pressed against Randy's chest.  Dispensing with
subtlety as usual, Randy spat in his palm and stroked his cock, then drove
it fast and deep in his lover's ass.

Bob groaned at the sudden burst of pain, which quickly subsided into the
familiar euphoria of being dominated by the gypsy claiming ownership of his
ass.  Randy looked over Bob's shoulder at the wall mirror he had long ago
installed, tilted at an angle to give a perfect reflection of the action on
the bed.  "See that, buddy?  That's so you can watch the real boss take
control again.  To hell with the stitched-up leg, there's more than one way
to pound ass."

Randy folded his arm round Bob's chest, pulled him back against him and
held him tight as he speared his ass again with his iron-hard shaft.  "Oh
fuck," Bob groaned as he yielded his ass to his lover and gazed at the dark
gypsy face in the mirror.  "I needed to feel that, Randy, I need to feel
your strength again.  Fuck me, man ... please ..."

Randy's hips pistoned back and forth behind Bob, driving his rod
mercilessly inside him.  "Now who's the boss, dude?  Tell me – I wanna
hear it."

"You're always the top man, Randy, no matter what – even when you're
lying wounded on the ground.  Chad found out that.  Even sedated you were
the boss and made him cream his jeans.  Man, I can't wait for you to plough
his ass and make him fall in love with you like you said."

"All in good time, dude," Randy grinned at Bob in the mirror.  "Right now
it's your ass needs the lesson ... and here it comes, man."

Bob braced himself for the attack he knew was coming, and longed for.  He
had been thrown off balance seeing Randy weakened and bleeding.  He needed
the big man's strength and protection.  And now he was ... "Aaagh!"  The
huge shaft again slammed deep in his ass, pulled back and drove in again.

Reflexively Bob reached back in a futile attempt to restrain the savage
gypsy.  But Randy grabbed Bob's wrists, pulled them behind his back and
pushed them upward in a ferocious double hammerlock.  Bob stared at himself
in the mirror, muscles bulging in his chest and shoulders, helplessly
trapped, at the mercy of the gypsy and his massive cock reaming his ass.

It was a feeling like no other.  His ass hurt, his arms and shoulders hurt,
but he was at the pitch of desire for the rugged construction boss.  He
would do anything for him.  Randy growled in his ear, "OK, Superman, you're
mine, you're beaten and I'm gonna watch you submit to me."

"Yes, sir, anything."

"You know what you have to do, stud.  You're gonna bust your fucking load
while I pound your ass.  If you don't I'll rip your ass open and break your
arms behind your back ... like this.  He plunged deep in his ass and jerked
his arms up even higher in the painful hammerlock."

"Aaagh ... "OK, I give up.  I submit, sir.  Please, sir, I can't take
anymore.  Cum inside me ... I'm begging you ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh!!"
His cock blasted jets of semen that splashed on the bed and the floor while
he felt the gypsy's final thrust and heard his roar as he filled his
lover's ass with the juice of his searing love."

As his cock drained Randy stared at Bob's reflection in triumph and panted,
"See, buddy?  Like I said, I am the boss."

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

AFTERGLOW

A few minutes later they lay on their sides propped on their elbows facing
each other, grinning like kids.  "Damn," Randy said, "am I glad I met you
in that bar all that time ago and asked you back to the fleabag motel"

"Where, as I recall, you tied me up and slapped me around."

"Well I had to didn't I?"  Had to show you I was the boss right from the
start."

"Why?"

"Why?  Because you intimidated the hell out of me – you this chiseled
hunk from San Francisco with brains and breeding, me a shit-for-brains
gypsy construction worker from the butt-hole of West Texas.  You still do
intimidate me, man, the only guy who does.  That's why I have to work you
over occasionally when you come on too bossy.  My fists and my dick are all
I got."

"Randy that is such bullshit.  You think that's why all the guys look up to
you as their leader, `cos they're afraid you'll slug them?  You know why
everyone loves you?  It's because of stuff like what you did with Brandon
out there, playing wheelies with him.  They probably fell in love with you
all over again – I know I did.  Sure, you are one tough, sexy musclehunk
who can drop any man, but when it comes to those boys you're a pussycat."

"Whatever.  I've still gotta deal with that doc ... he's another one with
looks and brains who throws his weight around.  He thinks just `cos he's
this big hot doctor he can order me around.  I gotta cut him down to size."

"Randy, you mustn't hurt him."

Randy bristled.  "There you go again, telling me ... me! ... how to handle
a guy.  Watch yourself, buddy, or I'll have to fuck you again."

"Oooh, we wouldn't want that would we?  I'm real scared."

"Asshole," Randy growled, pulling Bob into his arms.  And that's how they
slept all night.

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

SWAPPING SHIRTS - & GLANCES

As for Mark, Jamie and Chad, they did end up spending the night in the same
bed – but only sleeping.  They were all tired after such an active day
and the cop Mark had to get up at dawn for an early shift.  So they put off
three-way sex until later and regretfully hugged goodbye.

Jamie took Chad down to the breakfast buffet that was laid out in the
garden for men and boys to help themselves as they all went to work at
different times.  Sitting together Jamie continued Chad's education about
the tribe as men appeared. "That group is what we call the second-floor
guys – they live in the sprawling group of apartments above Mark and me.
The leader is the black guy, Zack, along with Darius and Pablo and their
boys."

"And that is Zack's lover Miguel, right?" asked Chad, staring at the
handsome Hispanic bringing up the rear.  Catching sight of them Miguel
flashed a smile and headed over to them.  Chad stood up and they shook
hands.  "Hey, doc, still looking good in my old shirt," referring to the
Hawaiian shirt Miguel had lent him last evening. "Looks better on you than
it does on me.  Sorry it wasn't clean, probably smells a bit of my sweaty
body."

"Oh, I don't care about that, dude.  Smells good actually."

"Nah, it's overdue for the laundry.  Tell you what, let's trade – I just
put this one on clean."  Casually he pulled off the white short-sleeve
shirt he was wearing while Chad took off his.  There was a breathless
silence as both men stared at the other's bare, muscular torso and Chad
felt an impulse to reach out and touch Miguel.

But the moment passed, they exchanged shirts and Miguel grinned, "That one
looks terrific on you too, doc.  Then again, you'd look great in anything.
OK, see ya later, dude."  And Miguel rejoined his second-floor buddies.

The fleeting exchange was not lost on Jamie who smiled to himself and made
a mental note to describe it later to Mark.  "Sir," he said to Chad, "after
breakfast I'd like to take you to the office building over there and
introduce you properly to Ryan.  He's our computer expert and I've heard
that you might be looking to upgrade the system at your new hospital."

When Chad was introduced to Ryan, the young Thai boy blushed shyly.  But he
perked up when Chad said, "I'm planning on meeting with your
psychotherapist Doctor Steve.  I want to integrate the physical and mental
therapy of injured athletes and workers to speed their recovery.  And a
solid computer platform would be an essential part of all that."

Ryan was off and running with all kinds of questions and suggestions, and
eventually Chad said.  "You know, when I meet with Steve I'd like to you to
be there, Ryan, so you get a real sense of what we need.  That way you'd be
in on the ground floor."

Ryan was excited by the idea but further conversation was forestalled when
Eddie burst noisily into the room.  "Sir, Bob and Randy are having
breakfast in their room, what with Randy's bum leg and all ... oh, no
offense, sir, you did a great job ... and Bob told me you would be spending
the day with us and he asked me to show you around – you know, the guys
in the kitchen, the Aussie house next door, Hassan and Pete's duplex across
the street ... all that good stuff."

So that's how Chad willingly spent his morning with the irrepressible Eddie
shepherding him around with a non-stop running commentary.  Chad was
intrigued by all the stories but it was some relief when the chefs began
setting up for lunch, which was usually a sparse affair as many of the guys
were out working.

Bob finally emerged, having spent the morning working on the latest budget
with Jamie and Brandon in the office.  "Hey, Chad, so Eddie's been giving
you the grand tour eh?  Hope you could sort out the facts from the
fantasies."

"I'm beginning to get the hang of it, Bob," Chad grinned.  "But I should
really go take a look at Randy's leg, see if there's been any bleeding and
maybe change the dressing."

"Sure, go ahead.  You'll find him up in the bedroom resting up."

"No he won't, sir," Eddie chimed in.  "I saw Randy leave over an hour ago
dressed for work."

"For work?" Chad gasped.  "Dammit, he can't do that.  I warned him to rest
– he'll undo all our work yesterday, ruin everything.  Fucking idiot
... I gotta go reason with him."

He left the table and ran out to his car.  Eddie looked wide-eyed at Bob.
"Reason with Randy?  Good luck with that one."

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

AN ALPHA MALE GROVELS

Chad remembered the way to the construction site and soon screeched to a
halt at the gates.  He strode stern-faced across the site to where Darius
was working.  "Darius, is Randy here?"

"I'm afraid he is, sir.  I told him he wasn't supposed to work but he told
me to shut the fuck up.  .  He's in the old warehouse next door checking
the supplies that came in yesterday."  Darius shrugged.  "You know Randy,
sir.  He's the boss."

"Not mine he isn't.  He's my patient, I'm his doctor and I call the shots."

"Er, he may not see it that way, sir.  Prob'ly not a good Idea to ..."  But
Chad was gone, marching angrily toward the old battered warehouse.

When he got there he waited for his eyes to adjust to the gloom of the
cavernous old building, lit only by shafts of sunlight coming through gaps
in the wooden walls.  He heard bangs and crashes in the distance and then
saw Randy.  As usual he was a formidable sight, a rugged construction
worker in muddy boots and dirt-streaked cargo pants, a sweaty,
grease-stained old tank top hanging over his muscular torso.

He was picking up heavy equipment and planks from recently-delivered
pallets, inspecting them and heaving them onto shelves, making the muscles
of his arms and shoulder flex in the sunlight striping his body.  Mostly
his back was turned to him as Chad walked across the bare-earth floor.  As
he approached Randy suddenly turned round and Chad found himself facing the
piercing blue eyes set in the dark gypsy face with its square stubbled jaw,
high cheekbones and long shaggy black hair.

Momentarily taken aback, the doc found his voice.  "What the fuck are you
doing here, Randy?  I expressly ordered you to rest and stay off work.  I'm
your doctor, dammit, and you'll do what I say, or I will wash my hands of
you and take no responsibility for ..."

Randy raised his hand and Chad faltered, thinking he was about to feel the
fist Randy had threatened him with several times.  But instead Randy curled
his hand round the back of Chad's head and pulled him into a fierce,
grinding kiss.  Startled Chad tried to pull away but he was trapped by the
gypsy's great strength.  He felt the tongue invade his mouth and the lips
lock tight over his, so he was suffocating until he inhaled Randy's hot
breath.

Finally Randy loosened his grip and Chad yanked his head back.  "Fuck you,
man, you are so fucking arrogant.  Just because you're this big dumb ..."
The mouth clamped on his again as the hand pulled his face even harder
against the churning lips.  Breathing frantically through his nose he
inhaled the stink of grease and sweat and started to choke.

Randy released him again and Chad gasped, "You're a fucking animal, man.
OK, I'm done with you and your damn leg.  It can fall off for all I ..."

"Instantly he was trapped again in a brutal kiss, and this time he felt the
slabs of Randy's pecs pressing against his, crushing the breath out of him
as things started to go dark and ...  The pressure stopped.

Randy clamped his hands on the side of the doc's face and held it like a
vise, his eyes piercing him like arrows.  Gasping hard, Chad was too weak
to respond this time and Randy growled, "That's better.  Now let me make a
couple things clear, doc.  This is my territory and I am the boss here.
You may be this fancy shmancy doc but here I give the orders and you obey
me.  So let me show you what obedience means in my neck of the woods.

Maintaining that hypnotic stare Randy clamped his hands on Chad's shoulders
and pressed down hard, his fingers digging painfully into his trap muscles.
Forced to surrender to the pain Chad felt his knees buckle and his face
slid down against the stinking shirt, over the huge bulge at his crotch and
down the filthy pants until he fell to his knees at the gypsy's feet.

He stared up at the construction worker towering over him and Randy
grinned, "That's more like it, the doc kneeling at the boss's feet.  Man
you are one gorgeous fucking son-of-a-bitch, face like a Greek God, built
like a brick fucking shithouse.  That makes it all the hotter.  See, this
god ain't being worshipped.  It's the Greek God who's on his knees and he's
gonna worship cock."

Randy ripped open his pants and pulled out his massive, rock hard cock.
Chad winced.  "I ain't sucking your cock, man."  In response Randy grabbed
Chad's hair, pulled his face back ... and slapped his cock across the
handsome face.  "How was that again, dude?"

"I said I ain't gonna suck your fucking cock."

"Fuck you, man."  Angry now Randy slammed his huge hard rod repeatedly
across each side of Chad's face until he moaned.  "OK, OK, I'll do it."

"Do what, man?  Tell me what you want."

"I wanna suck your cock, man.  Please, I wanna feel your rod in my mouth."

"That's better."  Still holding Chad's tousled hair Randy rammed his shaft
deep in his mouth.  Chad choked, then the cock pulled back and drove in
again.  Desperately Chad clawed at Randy's arm, then at his thighs as the
shaft pistoned relentlessly in his mouth.

The doc knew that using his energy to resist only made it harder so he
tried to get used to the cock invading his throat.  He opened wide and
learned to breathe in sync with each thrust.  He relaxed his throat muscles
as much as he could and when the rhythm slowed a bit he felt an odd sense
of pride that he was able to swallow the long, thick cock without gagging.

Randy was a master and when he felt Chad relax he resumed the ferocious
attack, pushing Chad up to his pain limit and, at the last minute, slowing
down again.  He was toying with the muscle-god, watching his cock moving in
and out of the square stubbled jaw.

At last Randy let go of his hair and Chad instinctively pulled back off his
cock, spit running down his chin and tears down his cheeks.  "You had
enough, stud?"

Chad looked down at the pulsing cock then up at the heaving body and pale
blue eyes, and he heard himself say, "More ..."

"Get your dick out, buddy."  Obedience came naturally now as Chad unzipped
his jeans, pulled out his semi-hard cock and stroked it.  He opened his
mouth and let the gypsy's rod slide down his throat.

"Now, doc, you know how to end this.  I get off humiliating a macho top man
like you. Get my rocks off that way.  All you have to do is surrender to me
by jerking off, and when I see you cum in submission I'll blast a load in
your mouth and watch you gulp down the boss's jizz."

The doc was torn between feelings of degradation and euphoria.  His mind
was reeling but when he felt Randy's hands clamp his head tight he opened
his mouth and swallowed the long shaft all the way down.

Then it got rough, worse than before, as Randy pushed toward the climax.
He pounded the handsome face harder than ever and Chad knew he couldn't
take much more.  Frantically he pounded his own cock, knowing the
humiliation of submission would also be his release.  He choked on the
massive cock, tears streamed down his face, but the assault on his mouth
seemed to last forever.  In the end it was the homoerotic thought of the
powerful gypsy's cock pounding his mouth that made him cum.

He screamed into the gag choking him and his cock exploded, spraying cum
all over Randy's work boots as he felt his mouth flooded with the boss's
semen that he gulped down, beaten and exhausted.

"See what you did to my boots, man?  Clean them up."  In a daze the alpha
male groveled at the boss's feet and licked his own cum off the boots,
repulsed by the degrading spectacle but strangely elated at having been
dominated by this spectacular man.  He felt Randy grab his shirt and drag
him over the dirt floor to one of the massive poles that supported the
roof, ripping the shirt in the process.

Too dazed to resist Chad felt his wrists being tied behind the pole, then
another rope tied round his neck.  The other end was tied to the pole and
he was forced to look up at Randy who was stroking his cock.  He groaned,
"I'm done, man.  I can't take any more.  Please ... you win, you're the
boss."

"Love to hear a top man beg," Randy grinned.  "You look fucking gorgeous
like that, doc – my kinda man.  OK, I'll finish you off."  Randy pounded
his cock in his fist until it erupted for a second time and sprayed the
last of his jizz full in the face of the broken muscle-god.

Chad closed his eyes while Randy got a big pane of glass from the shelves
and propped it up on the ground with a square of black wood behind it.
When Chad opened his eyes he saw himself reflected in the glass, on his
knees, hands tied behind him, the shreds of his ripped shirt hanging loose
over his chest.  His face was smothered with semen that ran down his face,
out of his mouth and down his sagging jaw – a pornographic image of
abject defeat and humiliation.

"I did that to you doc, like I promised I would.  But there's something
else I want and I know you want it too, I knew it when I first laid eyes on
you.  My man Bob beat me to the punch but I wanna hear you say it.  I told
you I would make you beg."  Randy dropped to his knees in front of him.
"Look into my eyes, doc, and tell me what you want.  Tell me, man ..."

Mesmerized by the laser blue eyes and by the euphoria of being the gypsy's
prisoner, Chad groaned, "I want you to fuck me, sir.  Please, I wanna feel
your cock in my ass."

Randy smiled, leaned forward and kissed him one last time.  Then he pulled
off his sweat-soaked tank top and sniffed it.  "Phew, fucking thing stinks.
Here, chew on this doc."  He rolled the wet shirt in a ball and stuffed it
in Chad's mouth.

Randy stood up and grinned down at the pornographic sight.  "Damn that's
hot. Oh yeah, I'm gonna fuck you real good, big guy, but later.  I gotta
let my leg heal first.  Doctor's orders."  He roared with laughter at his
own joke and walked away out of the warehouse.

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

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING HERE?"

Left alone in the silence of this cavernous place Chad stared at the mirror
and hardly recognized the half-naked hunk in the ripped shirt, kneeling in
defeat and degradation, hands tied behind him, a rope round his neck, his
face smothered in cum, gagged by a stinking cloth jammed in his mouth.

He could have forced the gag out but when he bit down on it he felt the
gypsy's rancid sweat squeeze down his throat.  As he gulped it down he
smelled and tasted the man, and was overwhelmed by the thought of Randy's
magnificent body leaning over him, his cock ploughing his ass.  He wanted
it so bad ... so bad.

His head fell forward and he lost track of how long he had been there until
he was roused from his stupor by a sound, a footstep.  It must be Randy,
coming back to release him.  But when he raised his head he blinked in
confusion and spat out his gag.  "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same question, doc," said Miguel.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 493

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