Date: Thu, 26 Mar 2020 01:15:29 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 506  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 506
By Rob Williams

Chapter 506 – "THE LIMITS OF MANHOOD"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The men of the tribe test the limits of manhood.  Young Tyler proves he is
not just a shy nervous kid, in a challenging three-way initiation with his
tough buddies Finn and Larry.  Later, boss Randy has his manhood tested by
his lover Bob. The shirtless muscular gypsy kneels with his hands tied
behind him, a leather collar round his neck, a pornographic picture of
abject submission by the rugged top-man.
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IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER

The tribe's leader Bob always told his lover and co-leader Randy that what
he admired most in the tribe was how the boys supported each other and
circled the wagons round any one of them who was in trouble.

And that was happening now with two of the wilder boys of the tribe, Larry
and Finn, both of them originally from the wrong side of the tracks.
Larry, Uncle Mike's boy, was having serious problems of his own, having got
into drugs and run away from Mike.  But when he met the cocky ex-hustler
Finn he knew he had found a soul mate and they became close buddies.

And when shy young Tyler showed up in tears, Larry and Finn had united
again and focused their combined sympathies on the troubles of their young
friend. They were all up at Doctor Steve's house in the Hollywood Hills
where Tyler had run to for help.

Tyler was Pablo's boy and worshipped the handsome, impulsive young
mechanic.  But he had fallen foul of Pablo's fiery rage.  Tyler was one of
the tribe's gardeners (the other being his pal Finn) and when he was alone
in the garden he had seen the ruggedly handsome Marine captain Hassan
sunning himself.  Hassan was horny, so was Tyler, so the boy gave Hassan a
blowjob.

Pablo had always told Tyler he was free to fool around with other guys in
the tribe.  However, when he came across the sexual spectacle of his boy
and the soldier, his anger flared.  He attacked Hassan but the tough
battle-hardened Marine quickly got the better of Pablo who ended up on his
back with Hassan's boot on his chest pinning him to the ground.

Hassan growled, "Don't ever mess with a Marine, boy, `cos you ain't got
what it takes.  Dammit, you know as well as I do what Tyler and me did out
here was harmless.  It's just that fucking rage that flares up in you, just
like your dad Randy.  Instead, you should get your ass inside and apologize
to your kid, `cos I'm outa here."

Pablo's rage was inflamed by his defeat by the soldier and he took it out
on his boy, slapping Tyler's face and threatening him with his belt.  The
terrified Tyler ran off and took refuge with Doctor Steve.

The much-loved therapist of the tribe soothed the trembling boy. "Tyler
look at me, kiddo.  First, you did nothing wrong.  What you told Hassan was
true, you don't have to ask Pablo's permission to do stuff like that –
you do it all the time with Finn.  Second, Pablo does not hate you.  He
loves you, you're his boy and always will be.  And third, this will blow
over eventually.  It'll take a lot of work and time, but things will
eventually be even better than before.

"You can stay here, of course, for as long as you like, and right now I
want Finn and Larry to take care of you.  Boys, if it's OK with Mike, I'd
like you to take Tyler down to the guesthouse so he can get cleaned up and
relax with you guys for a while.  Is that OK?"

Mike nodded his agreement and Finn said, "Leave it to us, sir.  Tyler's our
buddy, we'll make sure he's OK.  Come on buddy, you're with us now.
Nothing bad's gone happen to you while we're around."  The boys put their
arms round Tyler and they went off down the gravel path to the guesthouse.

Steve sighed, "Jesus, not again."  He explained to Mike and Finn's master
Miguel that Pablo had gone off the rails before when he had a huge fight
with his lover Darius. "Tyler got caught in the crossfire in that one too,
poor kid.  Bob went apeshit and gave Pablo the longest tongue lashing
anyone had ever heard.  Reduced the tough young jock to tears.  And yet
– here we go again."

Miguel said, "Steve, I want you to use my boy Finn in whatever way you
need.  I love to see him like this nurturing a shy young kid like Tyler."

"Yeah," Mike said, "he's quite a boy, your Finn.  Look at the number he did
on my Larry. Brought him down to earth from that drug-high and I know he'll
support him on his road to recovery."

Steve had no doubt of that, but he felt the most urgent need was to stop
the hostility spreading like it did the last time Pablo acted up.
"Everyone got involved that time until it seemed the whole tribe was at
war.  What I gotta do right now is call Bob and make sure he's on top of
it."

Bob had already heard of the incident and asked after Tyler. "He's upset,"
Steve said, "but Finn and Larry are taking good care of him and he can stay
here, of course. The one I'm worried about is Randy.  When he gets wind of
this he's gonna go stomping into Hassan for revenge after the Marine beat
up his boy.  And that'll set off a battle that could spread like wildfire."

"I hear you, Steve.  But leave Randy to me.  Fortunately he's at work
engrossed in a new project so I'll go out there to give him the news and
stop him from behaving like a wild boar.  "Don't worry, Steve, I'll hold
the fort here.  Just take care of Tyler, he's a vulnerable young kid as you
know.  Then we'll just let the dust settle for a while before we dig into
what's to be done."

Steve agreed with Bob and the call ended, "So you heard what he said, guys,
we'll let the dust settle.  Tyler's being taken care of by Finn and Larry,
Randy's taken care of by Bob, and Pablo is no doubt nursing his wounds with
his long-time lover Darius. So let's take a deep breath, kick back and
enjoy the rest of the afternoon."

"Amen to that," Mike said.  "You know there's one good thing to come out of
this.  Did you see Finn and my Larry rallying to care of Tyler?  Almost
seems like therapy for Larry, caring for a kid who's in big trouble.  His
own problems have slipped into the background."

Steve smiled. "Mike, it's the best therapy your boy could have. It's what I
tell a lot of my patients.  When you're deep in your own problems, if you
switch your focus to helping someone else who's hurting, your own troubles
fade away.  Does you a power of good."

Steve was right, as usual.  Even as he spoke Finn and Larry were nurturing
Tyler and making plans.  And as proof that Steve's theory was already
working, Larry had forgotten his own troubles – and Tyler's tears had
been replaced with smiles.

========= CHAPTER 506 =========

<><> TAKING CARE OF TYLER <><>

Down the path from Steve's sprawling house in the hills stood the small,
newly decorated guesthouse, alone in the sagebrush with only the persistent
buzzing of cicadas for company.

When the three boys came in Tyler stood in the middle of the living room
looking as solitary as the house.  He was bereft and disoriented, not sure
why he was there or what was happening to him.  His mind was a jumble of
confusion, doubts and fears after his hero Pablo had raged at him, hit him
and told him to get out. To control his panic he looked to his old pal
Finn, and Finn's new buddy Larry, for protection.

There was a big difference between Tyler and the other boys.  Finn and
Larry were older than Tyler and they were tough, street-hardened from their
youth spent living rough.  Whereas Tyler had been a shy, lonely boy,
worshiping Pablo from afar until he met him and became his boy.

The difference comforted Tyler as he looked up to the former bad boys,
confident that they would protect him, whatever came next.  Having only
recently bonded as close buddies, fuck buddies too, Finn and Larry felt
good about combining their talents and strengths in caring for their
unhappy young friend.

"Dudes, let's just chill for a while," Finn said, pulling three beers for
the fridge.  They sat together in the old Adirondack chairs on the porch
watching the sun sink lower in the sky, lengthening the shadows on the
hillsides.  "Tyler, let's just clear the air of the messy stuff and
remember what Doc Steve said.  First of all kiddo, you did nothing wrong
..."

"But I did, Finn," Tyler insisted.  "I was gardening one minute, just doing
my job, and the next minute I was sucking Hassan's cock.  I must've gone
crazy, but I was horny and so was he."

"Kid, all those days when we work in the garden in the hot sun and we get
sweaty and horny, what d'you do?"

A faint grin lit Tyler's face.  "I ... guess I suck your dick, dude – or
you suck mine – or we fuck."

"And is that wrong?"

"'Course not, we do it all the time.  Pablo knows that and don't care."

"Sure.  He wouldn't care if you went down on Larry and me right here and
gave us blowjobs.  So what's the difference doing it with Hassan?  You're
keeping it in the tribe, like the rule says."

"Yeah, but look what happened.  Pablo got in a fight and Hassan beat him,
had him on the ground under his boot.  Pablo can't stand getting beat."

"But Tyler," Larry interjected, "that was on Pablo, not you.  He was the
one who went ape-shit and challenged Hassan to a fight – dumb thing to
do, by the way, challenging a big muscle Marine like Hassan.  Him getting
beat had nothing to do with you.  It seems Hassan even told Pablo he should
be apologizing to his boy.  But it did involve you when Pablo slapped you
around.  Of course you ran away."

"Right, that's settled," Finn said, "so get that dumb idea out of your mind
that you're to blame.  He took a satisfied swig of beer.  "OK, next item.
Doc Steve said that Pablo don't hate you.  You're still his boy and Pablo
loves you."

"Of course he does," Larry said.  "Anyone can see that, the way he looks at
you – except when he loses his mind, takes a swing at a solider and then
threatens you.  Soon he'll realize what he's done and he'll have to face
Bob and Randy.  Steve said it will take a while to all blow over, so what
we have to decide is what happens on the meantime."

"The doc said I could stay up here as long as I want," Tyler said.

"Right, now we're getting somewhere.  And this week, luckily, Larry and
Mike will be right here on vacation in this house.  Which all gives me an
idea."

Larry gazed at his new buddy, seeing a whole new side to him – taking
charge, taking his young friend under his wing, being more of a real man
than that phony macho act he often put on to impress Miguel.

"Here's my plan.  You know that Steve has been trying to get us up here to
do some work on his garden.  So I'll ask Bob if he can spare us for a week
so we can work on Steve's place.  And Larry, you could join us if you want.
I know you're supposed to be on vacation this week, but ..."

"Hell, I'd rather be working with you two than sitting back in the sun
worrying about my own problems.  Going over and over them in my mind would
drive me bananas."

"And Finn," Tyler ventured, "maybe we could ask if Mario from the Grady
House could drop by and give us some kind of landscaping plan.  He does it
for us all the time at the compound."

"You read my mind, kiddo.  See, that's why we make such a great team.  And
don't worry about Pablo.  Bob and Randy will make him see sense and you can
bet Eddie will be giving us regular bulletins on what's happening down
there."

There was a feeling that things were becoming more settled after Tyler's
earlier panic and the three boys relaxed and drank their beer in silence

<><> THE NEW IMPROVED TYLER <><>

However, Larry and Finn could see that something was still troubling Tyler
as he became pensive with a worried frown.  "Something on your mind,
kiddo?" Larry finally asked.

"Er ... well no, not really."

"We'll take that as a yes," Finn smiled.  "OK, buddy, spill."

"Well ... see I know that guys in the tribe always refer to me as `shy
Tyler' or `a nervous kid,' and I guess that's true.  But I don't wanna be
seen as the fragile kid in the tribe, someone who has to be `taken care of'
and protected all the time."

"Hell," Larry chuckled, "you weren't exactly shy or nervous when you told
big butch Hassan that you wanted to suck his cock."

"That's kind of what I'm getting at, Larry.  I mean, I'm real grateful to
you guys for helping me through this latest stuff and I really appreciate
your protection.  But I don't wanna always be a taker.  I wanna give back
– you know, show that I've got something to give too."

Finn and Larry exchanged knowing glances.  "We know what you mean, dude,"
said Finn.  "Giving and taking are a two-way street – opposite sides of
the same coin.  What you're saying, Tyler is you need to assert yourself
– like you did when you offered the Marine a blow job.  He prob'ly
thought that was real gutsy."

Finn left that thought hanging in the air for a while, letting the others
guess where it was headed.  Larry grinned, "Hey Finn, last time we busted
our loads was in that hot gymnast Tommy when we spit-roasted him.  That was
so hot it was a bit like Chinese food – an hour after you've eaten it
you're hungry again.  Are you, er, as hungry as I am?"

"Damn straight I am. Been nursing a major boner for some time now.  You,
er, you wanna jack off?  Or you wanna jack each other off?"

"Guess so," Larry shrugged.  "It won't feel the same for you as when
Tommy's mouth was wrapped round your cock but, hey, what you gonna do?  You
take what you can get."

"Dudes, are you forgetting about me?"  Tyler was grinning.  "Here's my
chance to give something back to you.  If I can suck off a Marine I can
sure do it for you."

"Both of us?  What about Pablo?"

"Guys, you've all been telling me I did nothing wrong.  Only way to prove
that is to do it again."

Finn and Larry burst out laughing.  "So this is the new, improved Tyler
eh?" Larry said.  "OK, Finn, let's you and me grab another beer and drag
these chairs off the porch and on the grass.  Easier on the knees," he
grinned roguishly.

Tyler's cock grew stiff in his shorts as he watched the boys place the
Adirondack chairs side-by-side on the grass.  Larry had brought out from
his luggage two old tank tops.  He put one on and threw the other one to
Finn.  "Might as well look the part of a couple o' street toughs, `cos
that's what we were."

It wasn't hard for Tyler to fantasize.  There they were, two street-wise
bad boys, with rugged good looks, dressed in sneakers, shorts and baggy
tanks hanging over their muscular chests.  They were sprawled in chairs,
legs man-spread, each with a beer bottle in his hand.  They stared up at
Tyler as if appraising him.

"So whad'ya think, dude?  He wants to be one of us but d'you think he's
tough enough?"

"Dunno.  He looks eager though.  All depends if he passes the test we give
all rookies."

"You mean suck our dicks dry without gagging, make us shoot in his mouth
and gulp down our jizz.  You think you're up for that, dude?"

"Why don't you try me?" Tyler said in his attempt at a tough-guy growl that
made the boys smile.

"OK, kid, on your knees.  Let's see what ya got."

<><> TYLER'S HESITATION <><>

Tyler willingly sank to his knees in front of Finn's splayed legs.  "Looks
like I'm going first." Finn grinned.  "OK, dude, go for it."

Tyler had done this many times before when working in the garden with Finn,
but this felt special.  It wasn't just a casual blowjob in a break from
work.  This had the triple objective of thanking Finn and Larry; of
asserting himself as more than just a shy young kid; and of proving to
himself and the guys that he was not intimidated by Pablo's unjust
accusations against him.

He unzipped Finn's shorts and pulled out his balls and his uncut cock that
was already fully erect.  He grinned up at Finn, bent down and licked his
nuts, then clamped his mouth over them, making Finn moan with pleasure.
Then Tyler opened his mouth and slid it expertly over the head of his cock
and all the way down.  Just as the tip hit his gag reflex deep inside he
pulled back, breathed quickly through his nose and swallowed to stop
himself from choking.

From then on it was plain sailing as he went to town on the long uncut
cock.  Finn sighed deeply, put his hand behind the boy's head and pulled
him down and back on his cock.  "Damn, the kid's fucking great at this,
Larry.  He gets my vote."

"Don't hog it all for yourself, man, let me get a piece of the action
here."

Finn pulled Tyler's face off is cock.  "You hear that, dude?  My buddy here
is busting his nuts."

Tyler shuffled sideways on his knees, unzipped Larry's shorts, and pulled
out his bulging balls.  "Yeah, that's it, dude, go for the nuts first
... eat `em."  Tyler opened wide again and sucked in both of Larry's balls,
rolling them round in his mouth and massaging them with his tongue.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me lose my load, kid.  Pull off and work my dick.
Tyler obeyed and took the thick shaft all the way down his throat.  He
almost gagged but pulled back just in time.

"Holy shit, I see what you mean, Finn.  The kid's an epic cocksucker –
we should keep him around.  Larry turned his head leaned toward Finn and
kissed him.  At the same time he grabbed Finn's cock and stroked it.  It
was sensual overload as he explored Finn's mouth with his tongue, stroked
Finn's cock and felt Tyler's lips purse round his cock as he sucked on it.

From then on it was a blur of cocks and balls for Tyler as first one guy
grabbed his hair and pulled his face on his dick, then the other muscled in
and forced him to switch cocks.

Tyler was in a fantasy world.  He had heard how when Finn was a hustler he
had helped the young guys who were fresh off the bus and new to the
streets.  Tyler imagined he was one of those rookies, in an initiation to
prove he had what it takes to join the group, the two tough good-looking
hustlers, rough and rugged in their work gear of shorts and ragged old
tanks that showed off their ripped bodies.

His jaws ached, his mouth was sore from taking one dick after another down
his throat.  Drool ran down his chin and tears down his cheeks, but he
could have gone on and on sucking off these tough guys to prove to them and
himself – and even to Pablo in his absence – that he was more than
just a timid kid.  He could give head as good as the next man, he could be
tough and satisfy these horny young jocks.

But Finn and Larry, ever protective of the boy, sensed when he was reaching
his limit.  Finn said, "Don't know about you, Larry, but I can't hold out
much longer.  Fuck, he's so damn good I gotta shoot my jizz down that
throat."

"Me too, dude, I'm real close.  Hey let's do it together."

Finn pulled his cock out of Tyler and stared down at the eager face, drool
running out of his sagging mouth, his face streaked with tears.  "OK, dude,
now you're really gonna get double-teamed.  Open wider, boy.'

Tyler opened his mouth to its limit and they pressed the tips of their
cocks just inside, both at the same time.  They stroked their dicks faster
and faster until Finn yelled, "Damn, I'm gonna cum ... you ready, dude?"

"Let's go for it stud ... here it comes, kid ... fuck ... fuck ... aaagh
...!"  Both cocks erupted simultaneously, pouring twin streams of cum in
Tyler's mouth and down his throat.  His mouth flooded with semen that he
swallowed frantically, trying not to choke as he gulped it down.  Some of
the cum never made it inside and splashed instead on the boy's mouth and
face.  He felt he was drowning in cum.

After what seemed like an endless cum-storm the cocks at last drained dry.
Larry pulled Tyler's head back and the boy gazed up at them, with cum
spattered over his mouth and face, oozing out of the corners of his mouth
and running down his chin onto his neck.  His eyes were shining in triumph,
knowing he had passed the test – both the imaginary rookie initiation
and the very real demonstration that he was as tough as the rest of the
boys – a worthy buddy of the two boys and, incidentally, a credit to
Pablo.

"So, whad'ya think, buddy," Finn laughed.  "Think he's one of us?"

"I'll say.  Damn after that performance, of course he is."  They joined
Tyler on the grass and Finn said, "You OK, buddy?  You sure you're OK?"

"Never better, dude," Tyler grinned, with a bold look in the eye that they
hadn't seen before.  They scooped him in their arms and rolled over the
grass, their laughter echoing over the hills – and up as far as Steve's
house above.

Steve, Mike, Miguel, Lloyd and Tommy had all been watching the scene in
front of the small house below them, and now Steve smiled with
satisfaction.  "Seems like my idea of pairing Tyler up with those two guys
worked out real well.  I told you, I throw ideas at the wall and some of
them stick.  This one was a sticker."

<><> RINGMASTER STEVE <><>

"Pardon the intrusion," came an amused voice.  The three boys were still
lying together on the grass when they looked up and saw a smiling Uncle
Mike.  "I don't wanna break up what looked like a boy-orgy to us guys
watching from the deck up above – balcony seats at the theater you could
say, and what a show!  Well worth the price of admission – you guys
should sell tickets."

"No sir," Finn grinned, "my days of doing sex for money are over, and I
don't think my man Miguel would be best pleased."

"Quite right too," Mike grinned, "don't want you leading my boy Larry
astray."

"Quite the opposite, sir," Larry said.  "He's pointed me in the right
direction – to our good buddy Tyler here.  Did you see what a stud Tyler
was, sir?  Taking two dicks down his throat and gulping down two loads of
hot jizz?"

"We sure did," Mike said. "Great performance Tyler.  When Pablo hears about
it he won't get mad this time he'll be very proud of you.  Which brings me
why I came down here.  News from down at the compound is that Pablo has
scheduled a meeting with Bob and Randy.  The fact that the guys made him
schedule a meeting shows how seriously they're taking this.

"Pablo has also made an appointment for therapy with Doc Steve tomorrow
morning – anger management I should imagine.  The doc will explain all
that to you, so now that you kids have got your rocks off, come up and join
us.  And take a swim."

A short while later the three boys were trudging up the hill to the main
house where Miguel hugged his boy Finn.  "Finn, I am so damn proud of you
and what you've done for Larry and for Tyler.  You've really shown me what
a good man you are, especially to others in trouble."

"It just sorta came natural, sir."

"That's the point, buddy, that's the real you, not that cocky bad boy stunt
you pull all the time.  Don't get me wrong, the bad boy image really turns
me on and I'm still gonna ream your ass when you try it on.  But now you've
shown me what a top man you can be, well, we should see if you can top a
tough Hispanic alpha-hunk like me, eh?"

"Any time you say, sir," Finn grinned, that old bad-boy gleam coming back
in his eye.

"Tonight Steve wants you to stay with Tyler I think, and it's about time I
spent a night with my guy Zack.  I've been neglecting him.  Now let's
listen to what Steve has to say."

All eyes turned to Steve as he stood up.  "Guys, listen up.  As I seem to
be the self-appointed ringmaster of this little circus, here's my plan.  I
would like you all to stay to dinner if you can.  Zack is coming up to be
with his lover Miguel, and Bob is lending us Will for the evening so he'll
be in charge of the kitchen – much to Tommy's relief I'm sure."  Tommy
responded with one of his dazzling Golden Boy smiles.

"And tonight," Steve continued, "Mike and Larry will naturally be in the
guesthouse which is their home for their weeks' vacation.  So Finn, I would
appreciate your doing me a favor and spending the night in one of our
guestrooms with Tyler."

"That's not a favor, sir, it's a pleasure," Finn smiled, putting his arm
round Tyler.

"Thank you, Finn.  So is everyone agreed?"  There were enthusiastic shouts
of approval, then Steve took Tyler aside for a quiet word.

"Tyler, I'm so happy that you are getting on so well with the boys, but I
know you're still concerned about Pablo, so let me put your mind at rest.
Mike probably mentioned that Pablo is having a meeting with Bob and Randy,
and tomorrow he's coming up here for an anger management session with me.

"But here's the thing.  I don't want him spending time with you yet –
beyond a quick hello.  Frankly, I want to make sure he's safe to be with.

"You see there's this pattern with domestic abuse that all therapists know
well.  The abuser gets angry and hurts his spouse, the one he loves, and
the spouse leaves.  When he's calmed down the abuser pleads with the spouse
to take him back, apologizing abjectly and swearing it'll never happen
again.  But it does, and the whole routine is repeated.  Do you recognize
that pattern?  It's happened to you before now hasn't it?"

"Yes, sir, but ..."

"But not to worry, my friend.  I have a lot of work to do on Pablo, but the
good news is he really, really loves you and wants to be a good master for
you.  So I know things will change and be much better than before.  Tyler,
right now he wants you as much as you want him.  It'll just take a while,
is all.

"In the meantime, I've spoken with Bob and he has agreed to release you and
Finn from your gardening duties at the compound so you can both spend the
week up here and help with our garden which has become something of a
wilderness."

Tyler brightened.  "Yes, sir, Finn mentioned that, and he's gonna ask Mario
to come by from the Grady House and plan the landscaping for us."

"Actually," Steve said, "that works out well as I know Grady is away for a
week on location in Costa Rica.  They shoot the real jungle scenes for his
Tarzan movies in the jungle and rain forest there.  So it'll be ideal for
Mario to hang out here and help you guys.  How does that sound?"

"Sounds great, sir.  I like Mario and once or twice he has even ..."  He
blushed deep red, sensing that he had almost gone too far.  "But sir, about
Pablo," he frowned.  "I mean, Randy and Bob won't hurt him will they?"

"Absolutely not, Tyler.  Those guys know there has been way too much
physical violence in this case already.  No, the worst that will happen to
him is a tongue-lashing from Bob – he's an expert at that.  Ah, look.
Will's here already."

Will came out to the deck with a cheerful, "Hello, sir, reporting for
duty."  They all yelled their greeting but Will waved for silence.  "OK,
guys, listen up.  I need help unloading supplies from my truck.  And then,
I've brought with me lots of aprons and chef's hats so those who want to
volunteer as my assistants, the line forms here.  Just remember ... I'm in
charge."

Mike grinned at Steve.  "Not much doubt about that, eh?  Man, you gotta
love that freckle-faced young redhead.  No wonder Bob and the twins are so
crazy about him."

Tyler smiled too, though his thoughts, and fears, were with Pablo and his
meeting with Randy and Bob.

<><> PABLO GROWS UP <><>

In Bob and Randy's bedroom, in what had come to be known as the Boss House
in the tribe's compound, the atmosphere was tense as the two leaders waited
for Pablo.  Not only were there negative feelings about what Pablo had done
to Tyler, but they both knew that their treatment of the boy had the
potential for discord between the two of them.

They had been in this exact position before where it was clear that their
reaction to Pablo had been different, even contentious.  Randy was a man of
action and admired his adopted son's fighting skills.  Bob's temperament
was softer, gentler, focused on the nurturing of the boys – protecting
them from harm.

Nothing was said in the uneasy silence but they both felt and understood
the tension in the room.  At last there was a knock at the door, at exactly
the time set for the meeting.  At least, Bob thought, Pablo was punctual,
which suggested he was not in a rebellious mood.

The handsome Mestizo came and stood uneasily before the men who were seated
in front of Bob's desk.  It felt a little like a trial, which, in a way, it
was.  Bob, as usual took the lead.

"Please sit down Pablo.  We all know why we're here so I'll cut to the
chase.  As we understand it, when you saw your boy Tyler with Hassan you
flew into a rage and fought him, then went to Tyler and berated him,
slapped his face several times and would even have taken your belt to him
had he not fled the room.  Is that an accurate summary of events?"

"Yes, sir, it is."

Bob sighed deeply.  "Pablo, we've been here before and I don't have much to
add to the tongue-lashing I gave you the last time this happened.  I said I
was disappointed in you then and now I'm disgusted.  When Tyler became your
boy I felt that you were sufficiently grown up to have your own boy.  I
thought you were a man but I now see I should have used that word with
caution.  You are not a man, Pablo.  A man does not abuse his boy, a boy
who trusts and admires him – a boy who worships him.

"This tribe, this family of ours, prides itself on taking troubled, lonely
boys and giving them a warm home and protection.  You have shattered that
ideal, along with the hero status Tyler mistakenly bestowed on you.  That
poor, shy kid ..."  Bob choked up.  "I'm sorry, that's it, I have nothing
more to say.  Randy, you adopted the boy, you raised him.  You deal with
him."

Randy shifted uneasily, upset by Bob's distress but finding it difficult to
fully blame Pablo for something he himself might have done – had done on
many occasions when he flew into a rage.  "Pablo, Bob's right, you know.
But I understand how you felt when you saw your boy having sex with the
Marine.  Damn I would have probably felt the same.

"You and me we're alike, kid.  We get angry fast and let fly with our
fists, it's a natural reaction for men like us.  It's what makes us men.
But you shouldn't take it out on the boy, you should have punished the
soldier.  You missed out there, boy.  I know he's a big tough Marine but
you could a' taken him, I taught you how to fight.  Don't worry, I'll take
care of Hassan myself.  And after you've apologized to your kid we'll go
over the fight and see where you went wrong.  So next time ..."

"NO!"  Pablo shot to his feet, his eyes blazing.  "No, we will not go over
the fight so I can beat to a pulp the next guy who messes with my boy.
Because there won't be a next time.  You said you might have done what I
did but, sir, that don't make it right just because you do it.  You're
wrong that raging and fighting makes us men.  It's the very opposite, it
makes us smaller.  Look at Bob.  He never throws a punch but he's a bigger
man than you and me put together.

"I wanna break that cycle – me losing my temper and lashing out, then
apologizing to you and Bob, saying it'll never happen again – until it
does.  Look, I know I'm at fault here.  What I did was disgusting like Bob
said.  I'm ashamed at making that sweet kid cry, making him scared of me.
I don't know how I'll ever make amends to him, but I'll damn well try.
`Cos this is on me, though I know where it all comes from.

"Ever since I met you, Randy, you've been my hero. I was so proud when you
adopted me and I've tried to copy you in everything – the fighting, the
winning, being the toughest and best.  I loved watching you demolish a guy.
Even when you would fly into a sudden rage and pound on a guy I thought
that was cool, and I wanted to be like you.  But you know what, sir?  It
was not cool – it was crazy.  It wasn't being a man, it was being a
crazy guy.

"Do you remember when you used to get angry with me when I did something
wrong?  You slapped me around real good, to toughen me up I guess.  Well it
toughened me up alright, made me the kind of guy who could slap around his
own boy. Like father like son, wouldn't you say?

"Man, I'm not blaming you.  You're a magnificent leader, not to mention a
great fuck, and the whole tribe looks up to you – even wants to get
fucked by you.  No, I blame myself for not being independent, for not
making up my own mind about stuff – for not being a real man.  I
shouldn't be a copy of anyone.  I should be myself, and from now on I will
be.

"I'm gonna get help from Doc Steve and do whatever he suggests `cos he's a
good guy.  I'll go to as many sessions as he says I need, for anger
management – whatever.  And I will grovel to that sweet boy, my boy, and
do whatever it takes to regain his trust and respect.

"What I will not do anymore is make myself a carbon copy of you, Randy,
`cos that gets me into a whole mess of trouble.  You're still my dad and
I'm proud of that.  You are what you are, and a spectacular man at that.
But I have to find out what kind of man I am.  Like I said, I'm not blaming
you, sir, or Tyler or Hassan. This whole thing's on me – what I did
wrong and what I do now to put it right.  Bob, from now on I'll try to be
the kind of guy you really can call a man.  I promise you, sir."

Pablo had run out of words and he stood before them with tears brimming in
his eyes.  Randy sat stunned but Bob stood up and came toward Pablo holding
out his hand.  "Pablo, I want to shake your hand."  He grasped Pablo's hand
and pulled him close in a tight embrace.  "Kid, after what you just said,
in my book you already are a man.  Now go, be yourself and make your dad
proud."

Pablo kissed Bob full on the lips, then turned and left the room.

<><> A LESSON IN MANHOOD <><>

At first there was silence in the room.  Stunned, Randy remained seated and
looked up at Bob with a puzzled frown.  "What the fuck just happened here,
man?"

Bob smiled down at him.  "Your boy just became a man before our eyes,
that's what happened, buddy.  Or at least he took the first steps by facing
up to who he was and who he wants to be."

Randy frowned.  "But he said I was wrong, that I was crazy, that I was a
small man.  My own son said he was wrong to be like me.  He rejected me,
godammit."

"Maybe that's what you heard, Randy.  The words I heard were `magnificent
leader' ... `a spectacular man' ... not to mention `a great fuck'.  And he
said he's proud to be your son.  You should be proud of him too, Randy.
Pablo didn't reject you, he just said he shouldn't be a carbon copy of you.

"I thought you raised him to be `his own man' – that's what you always
said.  Well what we just saw was a young man cutting the parental ties and
striking out on his own, with his own values and priorities – the main
one being his boy.  You should be proud of that, Randy, watching the boy
your raised grow into manhood.  It's tough I know, it is for any dad,
seeing your son become his own man rather than just your son."

"Yeah, but he blamed me for fighting, using my fists.  Damn, if I hadn't
done that back in Texas me and my little brothers wouldn't have survived.
And I've fought for you and the boys here, lots of times.  Remember that
time I rescued young Eddie from that stud built like a linebacker who gave
me a real beating, but I won and got Eddie out of there.  Dammit, man, a
few days ago it was me who rescued Larry from those meth goons in the
desert, and I did that with my fists.  What, you want me to change, to
become a pussycat?"

Bob chuckled.  "Randy, I could imagine you as lots of things but a
pussycat?  Nah, never.  More a roaring lion.  But that's the point Pablo
was making.  Remember what he said?  You are what you are, and a
spectacular man at that.  But he has to find out what kind of man he is."

"Maybe so, but he was wrong when he said that raging and fighting don't
make us men.  `Cos it sure as hell makes me a man.  It's what my friends
admire and my enemies fear."

"Randy, do you know what's been going on with the boys up at Steve's place?
Mike called and told me that shy young Tyler doesn't like being called shy
anymore.  To prove he was as tough as the other two boys he got down on his
knees and sucked both their cocks one after another.  That took guts –
plus aching jaws, a sore throat and lots of tears – but he did it,
swallowed every last drop of cum.  Larry and Finn loved him for showing he
could be as tough as them, even by kneeling to them.  And they welcomed him
as an equal buddy."

"That's all well and good for Tyler, dude.  But nobody forces me to my
knees.  I win all my fights.  No one can defeat me."

"I can."

"What?  Whad'ya mean?"

"I can defeat you," Bob smiled.  "And like Pablo said, I can do it without
throwing a punch.  You know it's true, buddy.  Look at me."

Randy stared up at his lover and Bob slowly pulled off the white V-neck
T-shirt he always wore.  He stood there shirtless in beltless jeans, the
look that always excited Randy most.  He stared at the ripped, muscular
torso, the long slim waist and washboard abs, and the chiseled Superman
features, tousled dark hair and seductive deep brown eyes.

Randy's cock got hard as a rock. "Fuck you, man," he growled.  "Fuck you."

"Come to the bedroom, Randy ... come on."

Randy had said no man could beat him, but in fact he was already beaten
– by Bob.  He followed him obediently to the next room."

<><> TRIUMPHANT IN DEFEAT <><>

In the bedroom Randy stood by the bed and the only gesture of defiance he
could muster was to repeat, "Fuck you, man."  Bob always knew that, rather
than defiance, this was how Randy submitted to him.  He ripped the tank
Randy was wearing and it hung in shreds from his waist.  They were now both
stripped to the waist in jeans.

Bob brought from their closet what he called Randy's bag of tricks, from
which he pulled a studded black leather collar.  "Oh no," Randy protested.
"Not me ... you're never gonna ..."

Bob faced him, put his hand behind Randy's head and pulled him into a
grinding kiss.  When he pulled back Randy stared into the brown eyes and
groaned, "Oh shit, man ..."  With no further resistance Bob buckled the
collar round Randy's bull neck, and from there the rest was easy.  He
pulled out a set of leather wrist restraints, buckled them tight on Randy's
wrists and hooked them together behind his back.

Instinctively Randy struggled to free his hands, bound behind his back, and
groaned unconvincingly, "Damn, when I get outa here, I'm gonna ..."

"On the bed, stud," Bob ordered.  By now Randy was so turned on he would
have done anything Bob told him to.  He stood on the bed and Bob said, "On
your knees man."

"I told you, man, no one ever forces me to ..."  Bob grabbed his bound
wrists and yanked them down, forcing Randy onto his knees.  He walked round
the bed staring at the homoerotic sight of the macho musclehunk gypsy on
his knees, a collar round his neck, arms tied behind his back, his torn
tank hanging round his waist.  It was a picture of abject submission by the
rugged top-man, with his square-cut features, dark stubbled jaw and shaggy
black hair falling to his shoulders.

Bob stood back in rapt admiration, stroking the bulge in his jeans.  "Holy
shit, man, that is fucking pornographic.  The macho muscle-god beaten at
last, forced to kneel in surrender with a slave collar round his neck.
Randy, you don't have to prove you're a man.  That picture says it all.
Guys would stand round jerking off at the fantasy of the King of the
Gypsies beaten and degraded.  Now let's see what you got."

Bob stood on the bed in front of his captive.  He unzipped his pants,
pulled out his cock and pointed the long thick rod at Randy.  "Open up,
stud."

Randy growled.  "I ain't sucking your dick, man.  No way.  I ain't sucking
your dick."  Bob grabbed Randy's hair and yanked his head back, making his
mouth sag open.  He shoved his cock in and drove it down hard to the back
of his throat, making him gag.  Randy's instinct was to pull away but Bob
grabbed the collar and pulled his head back, then forward, controlling the
action and forcing the rugged gypsy to do what he said he wouldn't –
suck dick.

"This is what the boys did to Tyler, dude, but they went easy on him.  Me,
not so much.  Let's see how much you can take – prove you're a real man
– without raising a fist."

The face-fuck was fierce, and Randy's long black hair flew round his face
as his head was yanked back and forth, the long, thick shaft pistoning down
deep in his throat.  He gagged, choked, and tears ran down cheeks as he
endured the onslaught on his mouth.  At one point Bob pulled back and Randy
gasped, "That all you got, big guy?"

"Fuck you, man, you're a tough dude to break." He plunged in again and this
time it was savage, his cock ramrodding the mouth until Bob saw the
muscular body shudder and Randy screamed into the gag of his cock. Bob
pulled out and Randy coughed, spit ran down his stubbled chin, tears
streamed down his face.  "OK, I give up, man, you've beaten me.  I submit
... you win."

"I wanna hear total surrender, big guy.  Let me hear it ... tell me what
you want."

"I want you to fuck my ass, man.  Dammit, I can't get enough of you.
Please, I beg you, man.  Shove that dick up my ass.  I need it so bad."

Bob smiled with satisfaction.  This was a beaten man, a powerful, handsome
gypsy stripped to the waist, on his knees, his face streaked with tears,
degraded and reduced to begging for a dick up his ass.

Bob stood up, unbuckled Randy's wrists and re-buckled them in front of him.
"Down on all fours like a dog, big guy."  Randy obeyed, watching in the
full-length mirror at the end of the bed as Bob knelt behind him and pulled
his jeans down exposing his ass. He grinned, "You asked for it, stud.  Here
it comes."

"Aaagh!"  Randy howled and his head flew back as Bob plunged his wet shaft
deep in his ass, then pulled back and drove in again – and again and
again.  He grabbed the back of the collar, as with a dog, and held on as
his cock hammered his ass.

Randy stared in awe at the mirror reflection of the shirtless superman, his
powerful pecs and ripped abs, his muscles flexing as he pulled back on the
collar with one hand and raised the other arm in the air like a rodeo
cowboy riding a bucking stallion.

As he rode his ass Bob shouted, "You see that in the mirror, dude?  Now
that is a real man, even as he suffers a humiliating beating.  Not many men
could take punishment like this but you're not like other men.  Like your
boy said, you're magnificent, a spectacular man, proving your manhood
through suffering under torture like this."

Randy clenched his jaw stoically as Bob pounded harder and faster.  "You
said I win, Randy, but we both know that's not true.  Look in the mirror at
the bare-chested muscular gypsy kneeling on all fours, a slave collar round
his neck, his wrists bound, tortured by an iron shaft pile-driving deep in
his ass.  You are so fucking hot, man.  You win, Randy, I can't take any
more ... you're making me cum ... I love you, man, I love you ... yeaah."
Randy raised his hips higher, offering his ass to Bob who yelled as he
blasted his jizz inside it.

As his cock drained Bob saw the trace of an arrogant smile of triumph on
Randy's face.  He pulled out, rolled Randy over on his back and stared down
at the swarthy gypsy, his hands still tied in front of him, a slave collar
still round his neck, cum oozing from his ass.  "Un-fucking-believable,"
Bob groaned.

There was only one thing Bob could do – an act of worship.  He knelt
between Randy's legs, bent forward and swallowed his cock.  "That's a good
boy," Randy grinned.  His hands were still bound and he hooked them over
Bob's head and behind his neck, and pulled his face down hard on his cock.

"That's it, mother fucker, suck your man's dick.  I'm real close, buddy
... you do that to a guy.  Damn, I love you, man.  You're gonna dink my
jizz, swallow it all.  I want my juice inside you.  Fuck, I'm gonna cum
... I'm gonna cum in your mouth ... aaagh."  With an animal howl he poured
jizz in his lover's mouth and Bob did as ordered, gulping down every last
drop.

Bob pulled back, unbuckled Randy's wrists and fell forward on top of him.
"You look so fucking great, buddy.  That collar looks good on you.  You
should wear it more often."

"Oh no, I don't think so.  Randy unbuckled the collar from his own neck and
fastened it round Bob's.  That's better – where it belongs – Superman
in a slave collar.  Man, you can't face-fuck and butt-fuck me without
getting payback, and like I said, I always win – even without my fists."

Bob slid beside him, they propped themselves on their elbows and stared at
each other. Randy said, "Seriously, though buddy, after everything Pablo
and you said back there, I'll change if you want me to."

"Who said anything about that?" Bob grinned.  "No I still want that
gorgeous, arrogant, brawling, maddening wild gypsy I fell in love with –
fists, fury and all.  You see, Randy, what it all comes down to is simple
– you're the boss, always will be.  No, I don't want you to change."

"Good, `cos I wasn't gonna anyway."

"Fuck you, Randy."

"No, fuck you asshole."

Randy fingered the collar round Bob's neck and they smiled deep into each
other's eyes.

<><> BE GOOD, WORK HARD, HAVE FUN <><>

The next morning the three boys – Finn, Larry and Tyler – were
already at work on the extensive grounds of Steve's house, under the
supervision of the handsome Italian landscape artist, Grady's lover Mario.

"It is such a pleasure working with you boys," Mario said in his lilting
Italian accent.  He smiled at Tyler.  And you, bambino, have a new
confidence in your stride that I haven't seen before.  Oops, I should not
call you bambino any more after your performance with these boys yesterday
that we are all hearing about.  You are now ... how do you say? ... one of
the big boys."

"You can still call me bambino, sir, I like it – especially the way you
say it."  Tyler looked up sharply and held his breath.  He had known Pablo
was having his first session with Doc Steve and now he was coming toward
him.  Mario pulled the other boys away to give them privacy.

Tyler was tense but Pablo smiled, "Hey, don't worry kiddo, I come in peace.
I can't stay more than a minute `cos the doc says we shouldn't be together
much until I've sorted myself out and got my act together."

"I know, sir, he told me that too."

"But I just wanna say this, kid.  I've been a damn fool and haven't treated
you like a man should treat his boy.  I'm ashamed of that and with the
doc's help I'm gonna change.  This time it's for real.  And I think soon
Doc Steve is gonna bring you into our therapy sessions too.  Don't know
what he has in store but his methods can be pretty far out.

"We'll be together again soon but in the meantime I want you to know this.
I love you, Tyler.  I've loved you since the day you fell out of that tree
at my feet, and I've never stopped, even those times when I lost my temper
and ... anyway, that's a thing of the past.

"I'm gonna make it up to you kiddo, 'cos you're my boy and always will be.
It won't be long before we're back together again, Tyler.  In the meantime,
you've got great buddies in Finn and Larry, and if you need anything just
ask Doc Steve or Bob.  Come here ..."  He pulled his boy into a tight hug
and a long lingering kiss.

When at last they broke apart Tyler said, "Thank you for saying that, sir.
And I think you know that I love you too, more than anything in the world.

"I do know, kiddo, and it makes me proud to be loved by a terrific boy like
you.  I better go now.  Be good, work hard – and have fun."

He turned and left quickly.  An arm came round Tyler's shoulder and Mario
said, "Everything OK, bambino?"

"Oh yes, sir, extremely OK.  Pablo loves me and he wants me to work hard
and have fun."

Eccellente, amico. So we will have to do something about both those things,
won't we?  Work first and then fun.  Vieni, bambino, we have some gardening
to do."

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 507


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