Date: Wed, 15 Jan 2020 07:14:48 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 497  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 497
By Rob Williams

Chapter 497 – "DOCTOR CHAD'S OBSESSION"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Sexy Doctor Chad, a musclehunk new to sex with men, makes up for lost time
by fucking his way through the tribe in search of a man he can settle down
with.  But he finds raw lust instead of love when he meets rugged
construction worker Seth who growls, "I'm real horny for a bit of rough,
doc. I'd kinda go for getting tied up and butt-fucked by a hot alpha stud
like you."
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IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

Doctor Chad had met the men of the tribe only a few weeks ago but already
he was a respected addition.  He was in the process of buying a house close
to the tribe's compound, and not far from the hospital where we was
starting a prestigious job as director of surgery.

He had already become popular with the men and boys of the tribe who were
hugely attracted to the Greek-God handsome doctor – and therein lay his
problem, which he discussed with the tribe's psychiatrist Doctor Steve.

Chad had only recently discovered the joys of sex with men and explained to
Steve, "First I met Mark in his cop uniform and after I fucked with him I
was off to the races – sex with one hot guy after another.  I think I'm
becoming a sex addict, doc.  I have a permanent boner everywhere – every
room I go into my stiff cock precedes me.  I'm like a kid in a candy
store."

Steve smiled, "And you yourself Chad are the tastiest eye-candy in the
store so all those guys were only too happy to hit the sack with you."

"Kind of.  But the trouble is, I fall in love with every guy I fuck with.
It took young Will of all people to show me it was not love but mostly lust
or infatuation.  What do I do, doc?

Steve's advice was to go on doing what he was doing.  "Eventually you'll
overdose on candy and pretty soon you'll find you can walk through a room
of hot guys without getting an instant hard-on.  And then you'll start
wanting something different."

"But Steve I already do ... I know what I want.  See, I'm really a one-man
kinda guy.  When I fall in love it'll be just us two guys and our dog,
sharing my new house – faithful lovers sipping cocktails before the
fire, with an equally faithful golden retriever ... and wisteria over the
door.

"I know, buddy, I heard about the monogamous lover, the fireplace and the
dog ... and that wisteria thing is already the stuff of legend in the
tribe. Look, dude, I'm not gonna give you that old platitude about `stop
looking and love will find you'.  No, you gotta search.  Some shrinks tell
guys to socialize more, join a club.  Well you've already done that, a club
of gorgeous men, and you have a good chance of eventually finding one who
shares your views of fidelity and domestic bliss.

"So my advice is fuck your way through them, Chad, and eat your fill of
candy until you find that guy.  You've fallen into a honeypot, dude, so
enjoy the sweet taste until someone pulls you out – someone with a
golden retriever and a bunch of wisteria.  Will was right when he said
you've probably met the guy already.  You won't know it at first and it'll
take time for the penny to drop, but when it does, bingo ... it's cocktails
by the fire."

Chad laughed heartily.  "Randy told me your methods were kinda out there,
Steve, wrapped up in all those mixed metaphors.  So I'll do what you say
– fuck my brains out until the lightbulb goes on over my new lover."

After his informal shrink session Chad and Steve got down to the main
purpose of their meeting. They were to join forces on treating patients
with injuries – Chad performing the surgery and Steve providing pre- and
post-op psychological therapy to speed their recovery.

They were joined by Darius's boy Ryan, the computer whizz who was to set up
the integrated system that they could share to coordinate their treatments.
The shy, earnest Thai boy, impressed them with how quickly he understood
their need for security, as they were dealing with medical records.

"No problem, sir.  I would naturally install multi-factor authentication,
which you probably know as MFA."  (They didn't, but listened fascinated as
Ryan explained).  "Users would sign into the program with an interactive
logon where the password is verified at whatever level you choose."

The meeting was such a success that they celebrated with wine by the pool
and took a leaf out of Steve's playbook for Ryan – fuck as many guys as
you want. "OK, guys," Steve said, "tell the truth ... which of us has a
giant erection right now?"  Three hands shot in the air."

Ryan, after getting permission from his master Darius, enthusiastically
joined in and had the thrill of being spit-roasted by the two hunky
doctors.  After that he hugged the doctors and scrambled into his truck.
He couldn't wait to get home to Darius and tell his story, which would no
doubt begin, "Sir, you will not believe ..."

Steve and Chad finished off the wine and Chad smiled, "Well Steve, it'll
sure be a pleasure working with you but one thing's clear to me.
Regretfully you are not my wisteria-and-golden retriever guy, not with
everything you got here – your lover Lloyd and house manager Tommy."

"Afraid not, Chad.  But you seem to be taking your shrink's advice and
fucking your way through the tribe.  It's a process of elimination.  I have
a feeling that quite soon you'll find the guy and it'll be a surprise to
you and everyone else."

"Yeah, at dinner last night I was surveying the faces in the crowd and one
or two stood out, though I'm naming no names.  But I tell ya, Steve, I sure
am enjoying the search."


******************* CHAPTER 497 *****************

<><> WHAT THE HELL IS `MFA? <><>

The tribe's always-efficient grapevine was abuzz with news of the meeting
between the two doctors Chad and Steve, and their tech assistant, the young
Thai boy Ryan.  Naturally the most often repeated story was the way the
meeting had ended with the docs spit-roasting Ryan, a story that became
ever more lurid and sensational with each telling.

After the meeting Ryan raced off to see his master Darius.  Chad went back
to the tribe's leaders – the construction boss Randy and the business
executive Bob, the two lovers in whose guestroom he was staying – and
reported on the good progress he had made.

The men were kicking back with Bob's boys the twins Kyle and Kevin and
their boy Will, the three young chefs who were taking a break from the
kitchen before the dinner rush started.  The boys listened avidly to the
men's conversation as Chad enthused, "Steve and I are really on the same
page with this project and we're gonna make a great team."

"How was Ryan?" Bob asked.  "You think he can handle the tech side?"

"Man, he was terrific, really understood our need for computer security.
Matter of fact he blinded us with science.  Bet you don't know what MFA
stands for."

"Sure I do," Randy huffed.  "Mother Fucking Asshole.  I use it all the
time."

They all roared with laughter and Randy looked bewildered.  "What?  What's
so funny?"

Chad smiled, "Maybe in your world it does, Randy. In ours it means
Multi-Factor Authentication."

"Is that so?" Randy grunted.  "But I bet that don't have the same impact as
when I call a guy a mother-fucking asshole."

Bob threw his arms round Randy.  "Randy, I'm crazy about you.  Last time
you called me that I ended up getting my ass ploughed."

"So what makes you think this time's any different, asshole?" Randy
growled. "Wait till I get you to myself."

"Sounds like our cue to get back to the kitchen, guys," Kyle said to Kevin
and Will.

"Yeah," Chad added, "and I gotta go check with Nate about the job of
cleaning my new house."

The three left quickly and Randy glared at Bob with a glint in his blue
eyes.  "OK, asshole, you think you're so smart with your Multi-Fucking
bullshit.  This is what happens to MFA's like you."

Randy pulled off his shirt and Bob eagerly flopped back on the bed.

<><> RYAN GETS HIS REWARD <><>

Meanwhile, Ryan had raced home after the meeting, brimming over with news
for Darius.  But he knew that his first obligation was to Jamie and
Brandon, his bosses in the office.  He skidded into the office and Jamie
laughed, "Wow, where's the fire?  The sheriff's posse chasing you?"

"Nah," Brandon teased, "he's running away from Chad and Steve.  He couldn't
cope."

"No, nothing like that, sirs.  It was all great and they want me to be
their tech assistant in the new project.  Oh, and they did spit-roast me,
but that was a one-off, it's not part of the job description.  I loved
getting worked over by two gorgeous docs.  I'm sorry, I'm talking too much.
I came back to report back to work, sirs."

"Well, as to that, Ryan we were about to shut up shop for the day," Jamie
said.  "But we've got to work up a schedule for you `cos you're gonna be a
busy boy.  You have your work here, plus the computer system you're
building for Randy's construction project with the City, and now all this
stuff for the doctors."

"I know, sir.  Can you help me fit it all in?"

"Not today we can't" Jamie said, winking at Brandon, "`cos there's another
priority.  Darius is waiting for you."

Ryan gasped and shot to his feet.  "Is he, sir?"

"Yeah, he got off work early and came by looking for you.  Said something
about showing you how proud he is of you, whatever that means."

"Oh I know what it means, sir.  May I go now?"

"You better or we'll have that muscle-stud ranting and raving about us
keeping you too late."

Ryan gave Jamie and Brandon a hug, then raced out of the office, leaving
them stifling their laughter.  He ran across the lawn and up the stairs to
the apartment he shared with Darius, and into the bedroom.  He stopped in
his tracks and his eyes opened wide.

Darius was lying on his back on the bed, hands laced behind his head.  He
was naked except for old gray boxer shorts that always excited Ryan as
Darius's long black cock snaked under them and poked out of the bottom.

"So, kiddo, you made it ... you didn't forget me after all."

"Oh no, sir.  I rushed home to tell you all about my meeting with the
docs."

Darius opened his arms.  "So come here and tell me, kid."

Ryan threw himself on the bed into his hero's arms and Darius kissed him
long and hard.  When at last he pulled away Darius grinned, "So I hear you
were the star of the show again, like you were at that meeting with the
planning team from the City.  Randy still can't get over how you saved the
deal on that project."

"Well, sir, I dunno about a star, but I understood what kind of computer
features the docs wanted and they want me to be their tech assistant."
Ryan hesitated and frowned.  "Er, there's something else I gotta tell you,
sir.  When they celebrated afterwards, the docs ..." he blushed "... well,
they spit roasted me, sir."

"Darius roared with laughter.  "Damn straight, they did.  OK, don't tell me
... let's see, Steve's the shrink, the head-doctor, so he took that end.
And Chad's the surgeon so he penetrated you up the rear, right?  But they
didn't force you, did they?"

"Oh no, sir, they would never do that `cos they know I'm your boy.  But you
told me I could do stuff like that, and I loved it, sir.  But like I told
Jamie, it's not part of the job description."

"It better not be `cos that's my territory – you're mine, kiddo."  Ryan
smiled and snuggled closer.  Darius sighed, "Pity though.  I was hoping to
show you how proud I am of you, but after getting ploughed by two horny
docs you're probably all fucked out."

"Oh no, sir.  I want you to ... I mean ... I want that, sir.  I was
thinking about it all the way home."

"You were, really?" Darius smiled.  "Right then, now you've taken care of
those guys, how about taking care of your big black master, eh?"  He pulled
back and resumed his former position, lying on his back, elbows bent and
his hands laced behind his head.  The pose was inviting and exciting for
Ryan who went to work right away.

"He kissed Darrius's cheek, then licked his neck, his pronounced Adam's
apple and sucked in a drop of sweat from the dent beneath it.  He loved the
smooth ebony flesh as his tongue moved down over his pecs and he licked
more sweat running down the deep cleft between them."

Darius inhaled deeply and Ryan felt the chest rise beneath his face.  "You
like that, boy?"

"Yes, thank you, sir."  With increasing urgency Ryan licked down over the
solid ridges of Darius's eight-pack abs, down his waist to the top of his
boxers.  Seeing the long bulge stiffen under the thin gray fabric Ryan
clamped his mouth over it, and Darius curled his hand behind the boy's head
and pressed his face hard against the bulge, grinding his mouth over it."

"I want you to service that huge cock, boy.  You know how to do that?"

"Yes, sir," Ryan mumbled.  "I love making love to your cock, sir."  His
face pulled back and he licked the head poking out the bottom of the
boxers.  It was already oozing pre-cum and Ryan caught the gauzy threads on
his tongue. "Here, does this help, kid?" Darius asked and ripped open the
shorts, exposing the whole length of his 10-inch cock lying semi-erect
along his thigh.

"Thank you, sir," Ryan murmured and proceeded to lick the long black shaft
from the head all the way to the base where he buried his face in the wiry
tangle of pubic hair.  "Come on, kiddo, wrap your mouth round it ... eat
it."

Using all the skills he had learned from his friend Eddie, Ryan slowly
swallowed his master's cock and eased it carefully in and out of his mouth
without gagging once.  Darius wrapped his hands round the back of his boy's
head a pushed his face down and up.  "Damn that is so fucking hot, boy, I
could bust my load down your throat right now."

He suddenly grabbed Ryan's hair and pulled his face off his cock.  "But we
wouldn't want that, would we, kiddo?  `Cos when I said I wanna show you how
proud I am of you, you knew what I meant didn't you?"

"Like ... butt-fucking me, sir?  That's what I wanted too."

"So why have you still got clothes on, boy?"

Ryan loved it when Darius teased him and he quickly got to his feet,
dropped his shorts and pulled off his T-shirt.  Darius stood up and faced
him, and Ryan gasped.  Darius's shorts were ripped but the waistband was
still intact so the shreds hung from his waist on both sides of his
enormous cock.  The sun streamed through the window blinds and striped his
ebony physique and chiseled features.  Ryan said, "Please fuck me, sir.  I
want it so bad."

Darius put his hands on his boy's shoulders and smiled down at him with his
clear green eyes.  "I love you, kiddo.  I'm so proud of the work you're
doing for the guys, and I'm proud to call you my boy."  He threw his head
back and laughed.  "So what the fuck are we doing standing here yacking?
Let's cut to the chase, kid ... get on the damn bed."

"Aye-aye, sir," Ryan grinned.  He threw himself on his back on the bed and
pulled his legs back, presenting his ass to his master.  Darius reached for
the lube but Ryan said, "No, please, sir.  Just spit.  I want to really
feel it."

"That's my boy," Darius grinned.  He spat on his hand and rubbed it over
his cock.  "OK, boy, moment of truth.  But I better hold you down in case
you try to get away."  He leaned forward and pinned Ryan's wrists to the
bed.

The idea of the macho black guy holding him prisoner thrilled the young
Thai boy and he moaned deeply as he felt the long shaft slide into his ass
inch by endless inch.  Ryan knew by now not to flinch or clench his ass
muscles.  It was easy to relax as he stared up at the smiling green eyes
and felt the erotic sensation of his master's cock filling his ass.

And so the handsome young construction foreman fucked his boy and showed
him just how proud he was to be his master.  Of course, his massive cock
could be a weapon, and sometimes had been, but now Darius used it simply to
give pleasure to the boy he loved.

It was not long before he knew he had to cum ... and knew Ryan was close
too.  Darius released the boy's wrists and braced his hands on the bed
instead.  Ryan reached up and traced his fingers over Darius's chest and
shoulders, lightly as if the rock-hard body was breakable and might
disappear.

But Darius's deep growl dispelled that notion.  "Here's what you're gonna
do, boy.  You're gonna put one hand behind your back like you're tied up
and the other hand's gonna stroke your dick.  And you're gonna struggle and
beg, impaled on your master's pole.  Turns me on to see my handsome boy at
my mercy."

Ryan did as ordered and Darius felt the thrill of total dominance as he
fucked harder and deeper and the lithe young body writhed beneath him.  The
boy pounded his cock faster and faster and begged, "Sir, it's so huge it's
gonna make me cum.  I love you, sir ... I worship you.  I can't hold back
... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh!"

Darius gazed in awe at the struggling boy spraying jizz all over his
straining body and face, the almond-shaped eyes brimming with tears, an
image that inspired Darius.  The power of being this boy's master consumed
him and his body tensed, he felt juice racing from his balls up his cock
and blasting semen into the boy – his own boy, the boy he loved and had
sworn to protect.

<><> CHILL, KIDDO <><>

Darius smiled down at Ryan as he gently withdrew his cock from his ass.
Then he fell beside him and licked his semen from his chest, feeling Ryan's
heart beating fast underneath.

Later, as Ryan lay in his master's arms he frowned.  "Sir, me and the boys
were talking ..."

"Uh-uh," Darius chuckled, "that always means trouble."

"No, sir, it's just that we know Doctor Chad is looking for a man he likes
enough to be his one-on-one lover ... you know like, faithful, and share
his house and stuff ... the whole works."

"Yeah, seems that works for him instead of playing the field like the rest
of us do. So what's your point, kid?"

"Well sir, like ... I mean, what if he chose you, sir.  Would I still be
your boy?"

Darius laughed.  "Hey chill, kiddo.  First of all, nobody chooses me, I do
the choosing, like I chose you.  Only man who ever chose me was Zack –
to be his boy.  Second of all, I'm not in love with Chad – I love you
and Zack and my boyfriend Pablo.  Anyway, it don't work like that.

"I don't know the doc well but by all accounts he's one of the good guys
– he lives by that oath all docs take – `First do no harm'.  Remember
when he first met Mark and Jamie and had sex with them he thought he had
fallen in love with Mark and he was gonna run away from the tribe `cos he
didn't want to come between two lovers.  So you can bet that, whatever he
does, and whoever he ends up with, he's not gonna hurt anyone."

Ryan smiled with relief.  "Thank you sir.  The boys will be happy to hear
that – some of them were worried."

"Really?  I better mention that to Bob – he'll soon put a stop to
bullshit talk like that.  OK, kid, we better get dressed `cos we can't show
up for dinner buck naked. That's another thing Bob would put a stop to.
Damn, he always makes even Randy wear a shirt.  You know that old
restaurant sign – `No shoes, No shirt, No service'.  And when Bob speaks
Randy does what he's told."

"I guess that's what love does for a man, sir," Ryan smiled.  "It works for
me."

<><> CHAD MEETS NATE <><>

Bob did put a quick stop to the boys' silly talk and did everything he
could to help Chad, whose next few weeks would be crowded with activity.

First, he was to take up his post as head surgeon of the hospital and begin
working with Doc Steve on their project of coordinating surgical and
psychological treatment of injured men.

Second, his social life would soon kick into high gear with many
invitations to dinner by various couples.  And always in the back of his
mind was his search for the ideal monogamous lover who would share his new
life with him.

And third, there was the major task of getting his new house in shape and
moving in.  Up to now he had always lived in apartments so homeownership
was new to him, especially a large rundown house like the one he was
buying.  Of course Randy and his crew were doing the heavy lifting,
remodeling the house to his needs, with the help of the architect Lloyd.

And Bob had given Chad other suggestions.  "After Randy has finished in the
house it'll need a thorough cleaning, so you should speak to Adam's boy
Nate about handling that, and regular cleaning thereafter.  As for the
garden you can't do better than hire our own gardeners Finn and Tyler.
They work closely with Mario, a hot Italian you haven't met yet who's a
landscape artist.

Chad made a start right after leaving Bob.  Just as he was crossing the
garden Nate came through the gate from the house next door that he shared
with Adam.  "G'day sir," he said in his broad Australian accent and his
usual cheeky Aussie smile.  I hear you wanted to talk to me."

They shook hands warmly.  "I do, Nate, I'm glad I bumped into you here.
It's funny, but I hardly know you and Adam except to nod and smile at over
the dinner table."

"I know, sir. There are so many blokes in the tribe now it takes a while to
get round to all of them.  I hear that your new house, or maybe I should
say your new old house, needs a lot of work.  But Randy and his guys work
real fast and it won't be long before you move in, sir."

"And that's where you come in Nate, I hope.  See, I'm gonna be real busy at
the hospital with a lot of meetings, plus the surgeries I'll be performing.
So I need to hire someone not only to clean the place up after the
renovations but also to do the regular house cleaning.  Bob tells me you
have a lot of experience at that kinda stuff."

"Too right, mate," he grinned, then checked himself.  "Sorry ... sir."

"Oh we can be as informal as you like, Nate.  I love that Aussie `mate' and
`bloke' and `throw another shrimp on the barbie,' Chad said, making a poor
stab at mimicking an Aussie accent.

"Actually, sir, I don't think I've ever heard an Aussie say that thing
about `shrimp on a barbie'.  It was something in a TV commercial, I think.
But yes, for a long time I was the house manager at the tribe's compound,
and keeping that place clean was a job and a half with those messy guys.

"Then, I'm happy to say, Bob promoted Eddie to that job and that freed me
up to develop my own house management and cleaning service.  I've got quite
a crew, mostly young guys who were down on their luck and needed a job.
They're all properly vetted, can all be trusted."

"Tell you what, Nate.  Would you be able to meet me at the house after I
get home from the hospital tomorrow? Then we can take a look and help you
get a better sense of what's needed."

"Good on ya, mate, that's a great idea.  It's a date.  I look forward to
working with you, sir."

Just then Eddie rushed up with an "urgent" question for Nate, and as they
went off Chad grinned, knowing by now that most of Eddie's questions were
`urgent'.

<><> CHAD ON THE PROWL <><>

By this time the dinner table was filling up and Chad took his place next
to Mark and across from Jamie.  As they were the first couple he had met in
the tribe (and the first-ever to have man-on-man sex with) he felt
comfortable with them and they were eager to know his progress.

But as the dinner became its usual raucous free-for-all Chad had another
chance to study the handsome faces of the men and their boys around the
table.  He smiled to himself wondering if this was part of his prowl to
find his future lover and soul-mate.  As always in this company he had a
hard-on in his pants and the playful thought crossed his mind that, as he
looked from face to face, whoever made his cock bulge harder would be the
one.

He had more or less discounted the leather family of Zack, Miguel and their
boys.  He had put that idea to bed up in the dunes where he had fucked with
Miguel and they put it down to simple lust.  `Course, there was always
Pablo and Tyler who lived with them, but Pablo already had a lover Darius,
and Chad somehow couldn't see the macho mechanic loving wisteria and
sipping cocktails by the fire.

No, that group was out.  But there were others Chad had not really got to
know yet.  There was that gorgeous fireman Jason who lived with his boy Ben
in his own rustic house down by the arroyo.  He could imagine him coming
off a grueling fire-fighting shift, showering off the dirt and ash and
relaxing with him by the fire. Chad had performed surgery on numerous
firemen after injuries on the job and had interesting talks with them.  And
Jason sure made his dick hard.  He had seen his picture in the calendar
that most of the boys kept under their bed.  Hmm ...

How about the group from across the street?  They were kinda quiet, didn't
sleep around much.  The Marine Captain Hassan was every boy's pornographic
fantasy of a tough, handsome Arab soldier and Eddie sure was devoted to
him.  Chad smiled, remembering how every time he met someone new Eddie
said, "Hi, I'm Eddie, the Marine's boy".

In the other half of their duplex were the ranger Pete and his boy Brandon.
Now Pete was real lover quality.  With his quiet virility, handsome
features and tall muscular build he was what men called domesticated, and
he definitely made Chad's cock jolt.  But he could see that he was devoted
to the boy in the wheelchair, cute young Brandon, and he didn't want to
risk disturbing that blissfully happy couple.

There were the other houses too.  He had already fucked with the guys at
Steve's house in the hills, but he and his future medical partner Steve had
already determined that there was no lover material there, they were such a
tight-knit group.  He had also heard talk of something called the Grady
House where two lovers named Mario and Grady lived with their boy.  He
could check out Mario properly when they met with the boys to talk about
his wilderness garden.

`Check out Mario?' he thought.  Damn he was getting real clinical about all
this.  He wasn't hiring surgical assistants, for god's sake, he was looking
for a lover, and this mental beauty contest was no way to go about it.  He
was being stupid.

Fortunately, Chad was pulled out of his reverie by the voices of Mark and
Jamie chatting across the table.  "Hey, Earth to Chad," Mark chuckled.
"Where are you, buddy, outer space?"

"Not quite as far as that, Mark," he smiled.  "Just a few blocks away in my
new house actually."

"Sitting by the fire, doc?'

Chad laughed.  "You know me too well, officer."

<><> G'DAY, MATE <><>

The next day Chad spent at the hospital in what seemed like endless
meetings – with the Board of Trustees, then upper management and then
the surgical staff he would be working with who now called him boss. After
busy days in his former job he would go to his apartment, relax over a
cocktail and hastily-cooked meal and pore through medical records before
hitting the sack.

Now as he drove home he was going to his new house to meet with supportive
new friends from the tribe.  After that he would have dinner with a bunch
of men and boys he was growing to love.  He felt happier than he had in
years.

When he got to the house it was already a hive of activity as Randy and
Lloyd were there and Randy was giving orders to a couple of advance crew
guys.  "Hey, doc.  We've already made a start – couple a' weeks tops.
Nate's here too."

Randy left him and got on with his work as Nate came down the stairs.
"G'day, mate," he grinned.  "I was just taking a look upstairs.  It's a
nice big sprawling house but it needs a whole lotta work.  Still, like I
said, Randy and his guys work fast."

"Not too big and sprawling for you and your guys though, I hope Nate."

"Ah, no worries mate, piece o' cake.  After Randy's done his thing we'll do
what we call a trash-out – get rid of all the junk – and give the
place a thorough cleaning.  After that do you have any idea how often
you'll want the place cleaned?"

"Nate, I confess I'm clueless about stuff like that, it's my first house."
He chuckled, "You might say that as a homeowner I make a pretty good
surgeon."

Nate laughed.  "No worries mate, we can set up a cleaning schedule after
you've moved in.  The house is gonna be a beaut.  I only got a quick look,
though.  Mind if I take a closer look around and get a sense of what's
needed?"

"Not before I've had a welcome-home hug," came a deep Aussie voice.  They
turned to see a smiling Adam coming through the front door, tall and
handsome in his neatly tailored black QANTAS Airways uniform and red and
black tie.

"You're home, at last."  Nate ran up to Adam who folded his arms round him.
"Your flight must have been late."

"Yeah, fourteen hours in the air and then they make us wait half an hour
for a gate at LAX.  The passengers go nuts.  Every time that happens I
write it up but ... whatever ..."

Adam broke away from his boy and strode over to Chad, "G'day, mate.  Wow,
some place you bought, and Randy's already doing his thing I see. It's
gonna be a beaut.  Far cry from our little house, eh Nate?  So, doc, I hear
you're putting Nate here to work."

"Yeah, we're making plans.  Looks like Nate's gonna be real important to
the running of the house.  Me, I'm hopeless at all that.  It's my first
house – always been an apartment renter."

"Hey, Nate," Adam said, "go do your thing and scope out the place like you
said.  I'll wait for you and take you home.  After that flight I'm
knackered – just wanna get out of this uniform, jump in the shower, then
curl up with you and a very dry martini."

Nate went back upstairs and Chad said, "How long were you away, Adam?"

"Oh the usual five-day turnaround.  See, in the airline's Los Angeles base
I'm the quality control director of the cabin crews based here.  It's an
executive position so it entails a couple of trips a month for meetings at
our Sydney head office where all the basic training is done.  And I work
the flights there and back as the customer service manager to observe crew
service in flight.

"But man, those A380 aircraft are like flying hotels, and I'm the hotel
manager.  Imagine trying to keep five-hundred passengers happy –
especially when we're stuck on the ground waiting for a gate after a
fourteen-hour flight.  It's like they expect me to get out and tow the damn
plane.

"So you can see how great it is to get back to Nate.  I worry about him
while I'm gone.  See, we don't get to socialize as much as the other blokes
in the tribe.  Our place is called the Aussie House and a lot of the time
we prefer our own company.  Don't get me wrong, we enjoy a party like the
next bloke, but all that traveling makes me more of a stay-at-home guy when
I get back.  After spending fourteen hours with five hundred passengers and
a crew of twenty-one the last thing I need is people.  Nate is all I need."

"Do you own that house next door to the compound?"

"No, we rent it from Bob and Randy.  Matter of fact it's kinda run down and
Randy wants to do a major renovation after he's finished with your place.
We'll move out for a week and bunk in with some of the other guys."

As Adam talked, Chad was impressed by his sheer masculinity and air of
authority, a real alpha male, with that deep voice, macho Aussie accent and
easy-going attitude.  The face was striking ... strong, finely-etched
Aussie features, golden tan, short dark hair, and clear, confident brown
eyes.  He was tall with an obviously muscular build under his well-fitting
uniform.

Chad could see why Nate was so crazy about him and why they were happy to
keep to themselves a lot.  But then a surprising thought occurred to Chad.
Despite the man's obvious good looks and rugged sexuality – Chad didn't
have an erection.  Adam was almost the first man Chad had met in the tribe
who didn't make his dick hard.

It certainly wasn't for lack of sex appeal in Adam.  Must be something to
do with chemistry, Chad thought, or lack of it in this case. And Adam
showed absolutely no sign of attraction to him – all his desire was
focused on Nate.  As he had said, `Nate is all I need'.

"Ah well, Chad thought to himself, another prospect bites the dust.  Adam
was clearly not the soul-mate he was searching for.  If it ain't in the
hard-on it ain't in the heart, he thought, then almost burst out laughing
at this dubious piece of homespun philosophy that came out of nowhere.

"Ah, here he is," Adam was saying, smiling at the approaching Nate.  "You
all done?  Good on ya, mate.  And now there are two ice-cold martini
glasses in the fridge with our name on them."

"Gotta go, sir," Nate grinned at Chad.  "His master's voice and all.  But
we got a deal, doc and I'll be in touch when Randy's almost finished here."

Adam threw his arm over Nate's shoulder and they walked away.  As they went
out through the door Adam looked up, then called out over his shoulder,
"Hey, doc.  Don't get rid of the wisteria.  It looks perfect."

<><> "CIAO, DOTTORE" <><>

The next morning Chad woke up feeling cheerful about the progress he had
made yesterday on all fronts – all that is except for his man-search,
which he decided to put on a back burner for now.  Too distracting with
everything else he had going on.

He was having breakfast with Bob and Randy, and when Will brought it up he
said to Chad, "Er, sir, Finn and Tyler are downstairs and wonder if they
could have a word with you."

Chad glanced at Bob who said, "Of course, Will, ask them to come up."  When
the two boys came in, Tyler let Finn do the talking.  Tyler was shy but
Chad noticed Finn still had that cocky look that Miguel had found so sexy
at the beach.

"Sir, we just had a call from Mario ... you know, the guy who helps us with
the landscaping.  He's coming over soon and we thought he could come to
your new house and we could talk about what you need doing in the garden."

"Boy, you guys don't lose any time do you?  OK, I'd like that.  I'm not
going into the hospital today, did all that yesterday, and I was gonna meet
with Doc Steve at his house to discuss our plans.  But we can stop off at
the house and I'd love to meet with you and Mario.  Now of course I know
you well Finn, but not you, Tyler.  You are Pablo's boy right?"

"Yes, sir, Pablo is the boss's boy and I'm Pablo's boy," Tyler said with
more than a hint of pride.

So Chad drove the two boys to the new house and Mario was to bring them
back down here afterwards.  When they arrived at the house they stood in
the garden knee-deep in grass.  "Looks like nobody's worked on this garden
for a year or more," Finn said.  Tyler added, "I always feel sorry for a
garden that's been neglected like this, don't you, sir?"

"I do indeed Tyler, and I hope you will let me employ you guys to put it
right."  Just then a smart Mercedes SUV pulled up and out stepped Mario
wearing tan jeans and a loose pale blue shirt open halfway down his chest.
Chad did a double-take as he stared at the handsome Italian with his
tousled black hair, the dark chiseled features of his native Tuscany, and
his seductive, naturally muscular body."

"Ciao, dottore, I am happy to meet you at last." Mario smiled.  "I have
only glimpsed you at one of the tribe's gatherings but I have heard so much
about you on our efficient grapevine.  Mio amico Grady is anxious to meet
you too."  He shook Chad's hand warmly and hugged the boys, then looked at
the garden and raised his hands.  Dio mio, una giungla ... how do you say?
... a jungle.  My friend Grady should be here as he feels right at home in
a jungle.

The boys laughed, but Mario's reference to Grady's Tarzan movie role was
lost on Chad – he never went to the movies.  "But do not despair, amico.
The boys and I will put our heads together and transform your jungle into a
Garden of Eden – without the snake but plenty of apples," he said with a
lilting laugh.

Chad frowned.  "It's a lot of work and I know it will cost a lot but ..."

"Amico, you pay the boys of course, but these days I create landscapes only
for love.  I do not need the money.  And soon, dottore, you must visit us
at the Grady House and meet Grady and our boys Danny and Brian.  We do not
go out much and poor Grady is like a prisoner in the house – a handsome
bird in a gilded cage as they say.  We spend many evenings together in
front of the fire when there is a chill in the air.  He will be delighted
to meet such a man as you – as handsome as that Greek statue we have in
our grounds."

"I would love to," Chad smiled, "and I would love to stay with you while
you inspect the garden here, but I'm afraid I have to meet Steve up at his
house and I'm already late."

"Never mind, amico, the boys and I will be your gardeners while you and
Steve are busy being doctors.  I will draw up landscaping plans for your
approval, and we will arrange for you to grace our home with a visit.  I
have a feeling we shall see a lot more of you, bell'uomo."

As Mario hugged him impulsively Chad felt the muscular body ripple against
him and he inhaled the subtle musky scent of Mario's cologne.  Chad said
goodbye to the boys and drove away with a smile.  Unlike with Adam, this
time Chad definitely had a major boner under his slacks.  Who wouldn't, he
thought, the man is gorgeous.  And Mario certainly wanted Chad to meet his
friend Grady, a man who spent a lot of time in his house apparently, in
front of the fire.

No!  Stop it, he thought.  These men already had each other and he was
simply creating a movie fantasy where he would run in slow motion into the
arms of the man of his dreams.  It was becoming an obsession and he said
out loud, "Back burner, doc.  Shove it on a back burner."  He sighed.  At
least at Steve's house it would be all business.

<><> CHAD TREATS SETH <><>

As before, Chad was met at Steve's house by Tommy and taken to the study
where the psychiatrist greeted him and they got right down to business.
They spent a couple of hours discussing the many issues involved in
treating post-surgery patients in tandem, one healing the body, the other
the mind.

When they had finished Steve invited Chad to stay to lunch on the terrace.
They continued making their plans over lunch and Chad was about to leave
when they heard a truck pull up.  Steve frowned.  "Sounds like Seth's
truck. He lives in our guesthouse, but what's he doing home from work at
this time of day?"

Seth came limping round the side of the house to the terrace and he grinned
ruefully at Steve.  "Hurt my ankle at the construction site," Steve.  "Damn
stupid.  I jumped down from some high scaffolding and my foot twisted on a
brick on the ground – split-second thing.  Hurts like crazy, though, so
I thought I'd come home and rest it up for a while.  Left my foreman in
charge."

"Good call, Seth, and as luck would have it the doc here specializes in
workplace injuries."

"Hey, doc," Seth said, his rugged features wincing with a pained smile.
Haven't really got to meet you yet – didn't expect to meet you like
this, either."

Chad smiled, "Perfect timing, I'd say – injured construction boss meets
surgeon.  I'll take a look at it.  You live just down that path there,
right?"

"Yeah, in Steve's guest house."

"I've got my bag in my car, always travel with it.  Let me get it and I'll
help you down to your house."  Chad ran round to his car and brought back
his medical bag, then Seth stood up unsteadily and put his arm over the
doc's shoulder for support.  Steve offered his help but Chad said, "No, we
can manage thanks, Steve.  Probably just a sprain.  The important thing,
Seth, is not to put pressure on it."

Together they walked slowly down the gravel path to Seth's small guest
house.  Like Randy, Seth always wore old cargo pants and a ragged old tank
top to work and now, with his arm tight round Chad's shoulder, he was
pressed against him, his armpit close to Chad's face.  As he turned to ask
if Seth was OK Chad's tongue almost licked his hairy armpit and he inhaled
the stink of sweat and grease.

But far from feeling repulsed the smell excited him and he experienced the
by now familiar sensation of his cock stiffening in his pants.  Shit, no,
he thought, not again, not now.

Seth was one of the men Chad had seen only when the tribe gathered, and he
had been struck by his similarity to Randy. If anything he was even wilder
looking, a macho construction worker with a brawny physique, rugged looks,
stubbled jaw, wild shaggy black hair, a gravelly voice and seductive blue
eyes.  His manner went with his looks – rough, down-to-earth with none
of the polish that even Randy could muster sometimes, under Bob's
influence.

When they finally reached the small house Seth pushed the door open and
they struggled into the bedroom – which was a mess, with disheveled
sheets on the bed that was strewn with Seth's underwear, socks and a
jockstrap.  Chad perversely felt his cock get even harder as he imagined
the man sleeping, even fucking, in this room.

"Sorry it's such a mess, doc.  I left in a hurry this morning."

"Seth, I'm a doctor, I've seen a whole lot worse than this.  Now hold onto
the bedpost while I clear this stuff off."  He gathered up the underwear
and jockstrap, resisting a sudden urge to hold them to his face and inhale.
"OK, dude, lie on your back and relax."

Seth fell heavily on the bed and Chad took his temperature and blood
pressure.  "Yeah, as I expected, only slightly elevated.  I'm sure it's
just a sprain but I'll check your leg.  Have to get these off."  He
unbuckled Seth's belt and pulled his cargo pants off.  Again Chad's cock
pulsed as he stared down at the muscular hunk wearing only stained gray
undershorts and a filthy tank.

Struggling to maintain his professional poise Chad pressed lightly on the
damaged ankle, noting when Seth flinched.  Yeah, only a minor sprain, Seth,
but I know how much it hurts and you were right to come home.  I'll put ice
on it for a while, then no pressure on it for the rest of the day and try
to keep it elevated."  He went to the kitchen and came back with ice
wrapped in a cloth that he packed carefully round the ankle.

"We'll let that sit for ten minutes or so, then I'll put a compression
bandage over the ankle and you'll be all set."

"Thanks, doc."  Seth raised his arms, linked his fingers behind his head
and stared hard at Chad.  "Man, you are one fucking gorgeous hunk, you know
that doc?  That face, that fucking body.  I bet guys line up to get fucked
by you, eh?"

"Well, not exactly, Seth.  See I'm kinda new to sex with men, I've only
fucked a few so far."  He felt his cock straining in his pants and quickly
changed the subject.  "So you live alone here eh?"

"Yeah, have done for a while.  I'd like to live down near the tribe's
compound, be nearer to my son Will and all the other guys, but there's no
room.  Gets kinda lonely up here.  Mind you, I don't socialize much, kinda
like my own company.  After work I sit outside here with a nice cold beer
and watch the sunset."

He gave a guttural chuckle.  "Who knows, one day I'll meet a guy who'll
wanna share the view with me.  Except I got no, what d'ya call
... learning, you know, so I'm not good at conversation.  Can't imagine any
guy who'd wanna spend time with me – except fucking, I'm good at that.

"'Course, I spend time with the guys up here – Steve, Lloyd and Tommy
– and we fuck around.  And I got this boy Danny who comes over a lot and
we fuck ... make love actually.  But he hasn't been for a couple a' days,
working some big party up at the Grady House.  Matter of fact I was feeling
so horny at work that's why I jumped down from the scaffold, I was gonna go
to the john and rub one out.  See how that turned out," he grinned.  "And
I'm still horny."

Chad was being driven wild listening to the man talk in that rough,
unfiltered way about being horny, jerking off, fucking ... and sitting
watching the sunset.  The sexual vibrations in this small messy room were
intense and Chad tried to distract himself by removing the ice pack from
Seth's leg.

With his hands still linked behind his head, Seth stared down at Chad.
"Damn, you are one big sexy son of a bitch, doc.  Hey, could you do me
another favor and fuck me up the ass?"

<><> A BIT OF ROUGH <><>

Chad blinked, not sure he had heard right.  "Excuse me?"

"Like I said, I'm real horny and what I'd really like is a bit of rough.  I
get a hankering for that sometimes.  See these ropes hanging round the
bedposts?  I'd kinda go for being tied up and butt-fucked by a gorgeous
musclehunk top guy and you are definitely the right guy for that.  Come on,
dude, it's only a fuck.  Let me see that smokin' body of yours."

It was such a wild idea, and Chad's cock was pounding so hard that, in an
erotic daze, he stood up, unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off.  Seth
grinned, "Yeah, I knew it ... fucking awesome bod, doc."  Chad kicked off
his loafers, undid his belt and dropped his slacks and shorts.  He stood
before the bed buck naked, his cock sticking out rock hard."

"Hell, you too, man," Seth laughed.  "I knew it – stiff as a fucking
flagpole.  Come here dude."  He stretched out his arms and Chad fell
forward on the sweaty tank-top stretched over his chest.  "You like that
stink of sweat eh, guy?  You're gonna love this."  He grabbed the back of
Chad's head and pulled his face hard into his armpit.

Chad choked, inhaling the rancid stench of sweat as his face ground into
the wiry mass of damp armpit hair.  He licked the stinking pit, growing
wilder and wilder until he pulled off and glared at Seth.  "Damn you're a
hot mother-fucker.  You wanna get fucked, stud?  That what you want?  OK,
man, you got it."

He reached up and quickly tied Seth's wrists, one to each corner bedpost.
Then he jumped to his feet, grabbed Seth's legs and pulled him further down
the bed so his arms stretched up in a painful V, like a muscular captive
stretched on a rack in just his shorts and tank.  Even in the middle of his
frenzy the doc avoided touching the damaged ankle, but he went to town on
the rest of the body, ripping off his shorts and staring at the huge cock
that sprang up.

Chad licked his palm and was about to stroke his cock but Chad growled.
"No man, no spit.  I want it dry, I want it to hurt."  That stoked Chad
even more and he knelt astride Seth's waist.  "So you wanna play rough, eh
stud?  Fine with me."  He ripped off Seth's tank, soaked with sweat, and
twisted it into a rope.  "Open your fucking mouth, asshole."

Seth opened wide and Chad wrung the wet shirt out over it, watching the
construction worker's own sweat pour into his mouth. "Swallow it, man,
drink your own stinking sweat."  He gulped it down, then Chad rolled the
shirt into a ball and stuffed it in Seth's mouth.  "Bite down, man, chew on
it, drink it all.  Seth did as ordered, squeezed the cloth dry, then spat
it out, coughing.  "Man you do know how to play rough.  Fuck me, man
... shove that fucking rod up my ass."

Chad shuffled back on the bed until he was kneeling between Seth's legs.
He pushed them back, pressed the head of his cock against his dry ass
... and rammed it in.  The sight was pornographic as the naked construction
worker howled, his sinewy body bucked, he pulled frantically at his bound
wrists and his rugged, stubbled face thrashed from side to side.

Veins bulged in his neck and his straining muscles as he yelled
obscenities.  "Mother-fucking cocksucker, you're ripping my ass open.  That
all you got, asshole?  Fuck me, shove that fucking dick up my hole, man."

As Chad pounded his ass, driving in deeper and deeper Seth looked up at him
and growled, "Fuck man, you are so damn gorgeous ... that chest, those
fucking arms and that incredible face.  Like getting jackhammered by a
fucking Greek God."

Chad stared down at the rugged construction boss, his spectacular body
writhing as he yanked frantically at his bound wrists, desperate to reach
up and touch the man ploughing his ass.  Chad's body was on fire, he had
never fucked like this – no limits, no holds barred.  Their eyes met and
the savage pounding continued, outside of time and space, just two rugged
alpha males, one butt fucking the other.

They could have spilled their loads at any time but held back until they
were overpowered by the homoerotic spectacle of the other naked man, and
the sensation of cock pounding ass like a piston.

Seth, like macho top men who feel the need to suffer in bondage, was in his
own fantasy of being helpless at the mercy of another top ... until even he
was forced into submission.  "Damn you, fucker, I can't take any more.
That fucking rod ripping my ass ... OK, you win, man.  You're so damn
gorgeous ... I'm done, I submit ... aaagh."

His body jerked, he screamed and his cock pumped streams of jizz over his
heaving body.  Chad gazed awestruck at the macho construction worker in
abject submission, soaking his body in cum.  It was a pornographic fantasy
that pushed Chad over the edge, his cock shuddered and erupted deep in the
hot depths of his captive's ass.

<><> A NAGGING INNER VOICE <><>

As their cocks drained they stared at each other in disbelief at the crazy
way they had behaved.  Then Seth grinned, "Well at least I kept the
pressure off my foot, doc, and kept it elevated as the doctor ordered.  The
pressure was all in my ass.  Damn, that was hot, doc.  We gotta do that
again soon – maybe switch places next time."

Chad leaned forward, released Seth's wrists and fell on the bed beside him.
Damn he hadn't expected this – this intensity.  Seth was not someone he
had thought of as a potential lover, but damn he was exciting.  And he said
he spent time alone and had wondered aloud if there was a man out there he
could share the sunset with.  Plus he was looking for a new place to live.

But what about all the other men – the men he had already made love to
... the handsome faces round the dinner table ... the men he had met today
– Adam, Mario and now Seth?  He had tried to push his obsessive search
into the background and get on with his life, but he had such a strong
feeling that one of these men of the tribe would be the man for him.

What had Steve told him?  "Doc, you've probably met the guy already.  You
won't know it at first and it'll take time for the penny to drop, but when
it does ... it's cocktails by the fire."

That penny-drop moment seemed so far away.  And yet that nagging inner
voice kept telling him it was just around the corner.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 498

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