Date: Thu, 4 Jun 2020 01:35:31 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 516  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 516
By Rob Williams

Chapter 516 – "THE FIERCE LOVE OF THREE APHA MEN"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The freckle-faced young chef Will is thrilled to share a bed with blond
surfer Jamie, who Will treats to an erotic blowjob and much more.
Meanwhile, out in the desert, the alpha-male trio of big gypsy Randy, his
lover Bob, and the macho cop Mark, resolve the strains in their three-way
relationship in a ritual where the gypsy confronts the chained, shirtless
cop in a reaffirmation of the fierce love they all share.
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<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

They had gone from `the tormented trio' to `the triumphant trio', from
animosity to love.  It was a love triangle of the three dominant alpha
males – Randy, the big tough gypsy boss of the tribe ... his superman
lover Bob, the tribe's co-founder ... and the Greek-God cop Mark.

They had all acknowledged their love for each other ... but it was not that
simple.  Inevitably there were residual tensions in such a complex
relationship.

Those tensions became evident when Randy took off for a few days with his
buddies Zack and Miguel, on a motorbike run out to the Palm Springs home of
the much-loved Uncle Mike and his boy Larry.  Bob and Mark, left together
in the tribe's compound, inevitably made love.

Even though Randy told the two men he had no problem with that, there was
still a slight sense of guilt between Bob and Mark.  As they lay together
post-sex Bob's phone rang.  "Randy," he said, putting the phone on speaker
so everything would be aboveboard.

"Hey, buddy," Randy said.  "How was dinner?"

"Dinner was great.  Young Will pulled out all the stops – seafood
jambalaya."

"And, er, are you still there with Mark?"

"Yeah, he's right here next to me.  We had sex, Randy, and I'm staying the
night."

"Did he fuck you?"

"We fucked each other, Randy.  Listen if you have a problem with me staying
over I won't.  I don't want to hurt your feelings."

"Nah, no worries, dude.  You have a good time.  I'm about to hit the sack
myself.  Zack and Miguel are in their room fucking their brains out and
Larry is probably fucking Mike, proving he can give it as well as take it
after being trashed by us three out in that desert dungeon."  They chatted
a while longer until Bob finally said, "OK, sleep well, Randy.  I love you
buddy."

As the call ended Mark watched Bob's face.  "You really think he's OK with
this?"

"I really do, Mark, he sounded OK.  If the positions were reversed and it
was you sleeping with Randy, I would be OK with it.  I guess we'll find out
when he gets home."

But Bob was being overly optimistic.  When Randy turned off the phone he
lay on his bed and growled softly, "Fuck ... fuck ...."  His imagination
fixated on Bob getting ploughed by the cop, on them lying together, then
sleeping in each other's arms.  He closed his eyes and tried to empty his
mind of those thoughts.  He tossed and turned but sleep wouldn't come.

"Dammit."  He got out of bed, went into the kitchen and poured himself a
Scotch.  Pretty soon Uncle Mike came into the room and smiled at him.
"What's the matter, boy, can't sleep?"

"Nah, too many thoughts spinning around."

Wise old Mike knew what the problem was, of course, and said, "Instead of
trying to drown your sorrows by crawling into a bottle, why not crawl into
bed with Larry and me.  Larry would like that and at least you wouldn't be
sleeping alone with your dreams."

Randy clutched at the lifebelt.  "Yeah, Mike, I would really like that.  I
could use the company."

Mike smiled.  The big tough gypsy suddenly looked like a young kid having
bad dreams who comes into his parents' room asking if he can get into bed
with them.  "OK, kid, come on, Uncle Mike will take care of you."  Randy
followed Uncle Mike meekly into the comfort of his bed.

The dinner Randy had referred to was given for Bob and his twins by Mark
and Jamie, and cooked by the young redheaded chef, the twins' boy Will.
When dinner was over the four boys discreetly left the masters alone
together, and went over to the twins' suite above the kitchen.

Over a brandy nightcap they talked for a while about the complicated
three-way relationship of the three men.  But eventually Jamie said, "About
tonight, guys.  I think Bob and Mark are pretty much set for the night and
would like to be left alone in Mark's and my apartment. So I'm wondering if
I can crash on your couch tonight."

"Dude," Will said, "you're welcome to bunk in with me in my room.  I'll be
alone there – if you don't mind my dog Norman snoring in the corner."

"Great idea, kiddo," Jamie said.  "I don't think we've ever shared a bed
you and me.  You sure?"

"Sure I'm sure.  It'll be cool sharing my bed with a gorgeous California
surfer and future movie star.  `Course, I might charge for admission."

"I think I can come up with the payment, kiddo.  I'm kinda partial to
redheads."


========= CHAPTER 516 =========

<><> WILL & THE CALIFORNIA SURFER <><>

Even separated by a hundred-plus miles, Bob and Randy had each other in
their thoughts.

At the tribe's compound Bob was happily in bed with the cop Mark (with
Randy's knowledge and approval), and in Palm Springs Randy had taken refuge
in the bed of Uncle Mike and his boy Larry.  But even as they slept, they
dreamed of each other.

After the dinner in Mark and Jamie's apartment the four boys had left the
men together.  The boys were now sipping brandy in the large suite above
the kitchen, shared by the twins Kyle and Kevin and their boy Will.  Mark's
boy Jamie had wanted to leave Mark and Bob alone all night so Will
suggested that, rather than sleep on their couch, he should share Will's
bed.

As they drained the last of the brandy the boys naturally talked about the
convoluted triangle relationship between the men.  The young assistant chef
Will had the hardest time making sense of it all.  "Dudes," he frowned, "do
you really think it can work ... you know, three alpha top-men who say they
all love each other?  I mean, Randy used to beat up any man who even came
near Bob, and now he's OK with him sleeping with Mark?"

Kyle smiled, "You know, Will, where love is real strong anything's
possible, but I admit that it's hard to get rid of all the tension.  But,
hey, it works for us, don't it?  Kevin and I love Bob, and we love you, and
Bob loves us all – never a tense moment."

"Yeah, but that's masters and boys, that's different.  I mean, Bob, Randy
and Mark are all tough alpha males.  Seems to me that in any herd the
dominant alphas fight for the top spot, like two stags locking horns, and
there's only one leader left."

Jamie chuckled, "You know, kiddo, you're a real smart cookie, and you're
right, it is complicated.  Mark often asks me if I want a boy of my own,
but what I have with Mark is so special I don't want to rock the boat.
See, I think it's natural that when a guy becomes a father he half-stops
being a son, and I don't want to half-stop being Mark's boy.  So," Jamie
grinned, "right now I'd be more than satisfied sleeping with a cute
redheaded boy all night.  And talking of which, does the offer still stand?
I'm kinda bushed."

"Sure it does, Jamie.  Let me just clear away these drinks and ..."

"Will, don't you ever stop working?" Kevin grinned.  "We'll clear away, you
go take care of your guest in your room.  And take Norman with you."

"You sure you don't mind being left alone together?"

"Duh."  Kyle chuckled.  "Earth to Will ... what part of `inseparable' don't
you understand?  Off you go, and don't worry about those three men.
They'll sort things out for themselves one way or another."

Will's pug Norman trotted into Will's room behind the two boys and settled
into his basket in the corner.  Will said to Jamie, "I should prob'ly take
a shower before bed."

"Nah, I'll take you just the way you are, kid," Jamie said, pulling off his
shirt and stripping down to his boxer briefs.  He lay on Will's bed and
watched as Will, rather shyly, took off his clothes.  "Jeez, Will, I
usually see you with an apron over your clothes.  I forgot what a really
neat body you have.  You been working out regularly with Randy?"

"Sure.  Me, Ben and Ryan have a regular gym class with him, and he can be
real strict – pushes us hard.  We work hard `cos we know that often he
fucks one of us as a reward.  Every boy wants to get fucked by the hot
gypsy boss.  I guess Randy has a right to fuck anyone in the tribe that he
wants."

"Well ... I wouldn't go quite that far, dude," Jamie said.  "Take me, for
example.  Randy wouldn't fuck me without clearing it with Mark first.  And
he wouldn't do it to you, Will, if the twins objected – mostly because
he knows that would upset Bob."

Will climbed into bed beside Jamie and broached a different topic that had
been on his mind.  "Dude, when you go to the beach with Grady to coach him
on surfing for his new movie, will you fuck him too?"

"Kid, you don't mince words, do you?  You get right to the point.  And the
answer is, I don't know.  But we all know Grady loves to take it up the ass
and surfing always makes me horny, so you do the math.  Next question?"

"OK, this big new movie Grady's gonna be in.  Is it true you're gonna be in
it too?"

"So, like I explained before, if the coaching goes well Grady's gonna ask
the director if I can be out there surfing alongside him when the movie
actually shoots.  If the director agrees I'll be one of the lifeguards but
I'll only be in the actual surfing shots."

"Yeah," Will said, "but you know how that goes.  Lots of times I've watched
movies like that and said, `hey I wonder who that hot guy is next to the
hero'.  I always fantasize that they fuck each other off-screen.  You could
become a star."

Jamie laughed, "You've got an over-active imagination, kiddo.  Anyway, like
I said, Grady wants Eddie to make a video of me coaching him to show the
director so he can see what it looks like."

"Eddie will be great at that," Will said.  "He's gotten to be a real expert
at filming stuff – especially action scenes.  He even gives us boys
lessons."  Will grinned, "Sometimes he even combines them with his famous
cock-sucking lessons."

"You guys still do that?"

"Oh sure.  He's always coming up with new techniques and we sometimes have
cocksucking boy-orgies to perfect our skills.  He's like the ringmaster
giving us instructions."

Jamie laughed.  "Man, I can just see Eddie in the middle of you guys
beating out the rhythm like a choreographer with his dancers ... and down,
and up, and down, and up ..."  He choked with laughter at his own joke.

"You can laugh dude, but the twins love it when I go down on them – my
dad Seth too.  I'll prob'ly sleep with him tomorrow."

There was a brief silence as Jamie stirred and moaned beside him.  Will
said, "Er, dude, would you like me to show you some of the stuff I
learned?"

"Thought you'd never ask, Will.  I was wondering if the room rate included
blowjobs."

<><> WILL SHOWS OFF HIS SKILLS <><>

Jamie pushed the sheets back off them, pulled his briefs down and lay still
on his back.  Will dived down and licked his already semi-stiff cock while
Jamie stared down at him going to work.  "Mmm, you look good and lick good,
kid."  He reached down and ruffled Will's shock of red hair.

"Guys always do that to me," Will said.  "Randy does it all the time.  He
calls me Red."

"It's a sign of affection, Will.  Hey, don't stop.  What about these new
tricks you were gonna show me?"

"Oh yeah, right."  Will went back to licking Jamie's rod that was soon rock
hard. "OK, we usually start with the nuts – it's what's known as the
setup." He licked his balls, then sucked them in and pulled on the
ball-sac, grinding the balls together in his mouth while his tongue played
over them.  This foreplay to the main event had Jamie groaning in
anticipation.  "Suck my dick, buddy ... please."

Will released the balls.  "All in good time, dude.  OK, we're done with the
nuts."  He licked the long shaft all the way up from Jamie's pubic hair to
the head and flicked his tongue against the hard, sensitive corona.

Jamie jerked with the erotic charge that shot through his cock.  "Jesus,
Will, you're driving me nuts."

"I told you, I've already done with the nuts, dude.  You wanna shove your
dick in my mouth?"

"Duh.  Ain't that what a blow job means?"

"Only to an amateur.  For us experts there's a lot more to it.  But you're
oozing a lot of pre-cum already dude so I better cut to the chase.  But I
gotta tell you, this is the CliffsNotes version of a full blowjob.  Eddie
wouldn't approve."

"Fuck Eddie, fuck the lecture, just shut up and suck, kid."

"You're not a good student, Jamie.  You'd flunk out of Eddie's class.  But
suit yourself, you don't know what you're missing.  We'll go straight for
the gold."

"Aaahh!"  Jamie breathed a long, deep sigh as he felt Will's warm mouth
slide down over his cock until the head touched the back of his throat and
Will clamped his throat muscles hard round it.  Then Will pursed his lips
and pulled back slowly, all the way up to the head where his tongue again
licked the ultra-sensitive corona."

Jamie shuddered.  Fuck, you're gonna make me cum, dude.  I can't take it
..."

Will prevented that by opening his mouth wide, with minimal contact, and
breathed warm air over the surfer's pulsing cock.  And that's how the
action continued, with Will using a lot of the techniques Eddie had taught
him, repeatedly bringing Jamie to the edge of orgasm, but then easing off
and subjecting him to the exquisite frustration of denial.

"Kid, this is agony," Jamie moaned.

Will pulled off.  "You want me to stop, dude?"

"Hell, no.  It's fucking awesome."

"Told you," Will grinned and swallowed the surfer's cock again, giving it
the same treatment as before – plus refinements.  Pretty soon Jamie was
groaning again, "I gotta cum, Will ... I swear, this time I'm really gonna
pump a load."

But again he was frustrated as Will pulled abruptly away.  "OK, we'll
stop."

"No, I wanna cum, dude.  Ain't that what cocksucking means, sucking the
jizz out of a guy's cock?"

"Well, if you wanna be crude about it, yeah.  But you know what I think,
Jamie?"

Jamie smiled down at the earnest freckled face.  "I always wanna hear what
you think, Will."

"OK, so here goes.  You get butt-fucked a whole lot by Mark.  Not that
there's anything wrong with that – any guy would get off big-time on a
gorgeous hunk of cop in a uniform reaming his ass.  But Jamie, you are a
stud in your own right, a beautiful macho Southern California surfer jock,
not to mention a soon-to-be movie star.  Dude, you're a real alpha.  You
need to fuck."

Jamie chuckled, "Well now that you mention it, Will, I guess I am on the
receiving end mostly, though I do fuck Mark sometimes.  I don't know anyone
else who wants me to fuck them."

"Bullshit, total bullshit.  Dude, you know that all the boys would love it
– including me."  Will blushed as that last bit just slipped out.

"It's true, kid, I've never fucked you, have I?  Always thought you had
your hands full – or your butt full – with the twins.  But I'd love
to – just that I was so comfortable lying back and getting my cock
sucked – by an expert."

"No problemo, amigo," Will grinned.  "You don't have to move a muscle."
Quickly he scrambled up on his feet and stood on the bed astride Jamie.
"You see where I'm going with this, dude?"  He bent his knees and lowered
himself slowly until he was kneeling astride Jaimie's waist.  He reached
behind him and felt Jamie's cock.  "See, still hard, still wet – thanks
to my mouth.  The blowjob was just a warmup, dude."

Jamie stared up at the freckle-faced redhead and was swept by a wave of
affection for him.  But soon that affection was swept by another wave –
pure ecstasy as he felt his cock sliding into the soft warm membrane of his
ass, until it came to rest when Will was sitting on his pubes.

"Jesus, Will, you sure know how to treat a guy."

"Oh, this is better for me, dude, `cos now I can look down at you.  And the
view from here is awesome.  Dude, you are so fucking gorgeous – and I'm
actually sitting on your cock!  OK, Jamie, I know you got all that pent-up
jizz in you from the blowjob, and Eddie always tells us it's important to
know when it's time to finish the guy off.  You've reached that point dude,
so stand by for the big finish.

Will was riding high now, in more ways than one.  His ass rose and fell on
Jamie's shaft and Jamie reached up and squeezed the boy's nipples.  Will
grabbed his own cock and raised is other arm high like a rodeo cowboy as he
bounced up and down.  "Like riding a stallion," he yelled, "cos that's what
you are, Jamie, a young stallion."

Jamie laughed, "So ride that cock cowboy.  Damn that's hot.  This time I
gotta cum, dude.  Your cock feels so good in my ass.  This is it, kiddo
... fuck, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna shoot my load in that sweet ass.
Yeaahh!"  He bucked beneath Will, pushing his hips up high so his cock
drove in even deeper and erupted in the hot depths of the boy's ass.

"You did it," Will yelled, we did it."  He pumped his fist high in triumph
while he pounded his own cock and watched his own cum spurt from it and
splash down on the surfer's chest and face.  Jamie opened his mouth and
gulped down the bittersweet juice until the young redhead's cock had
drained dry.

Will stared down at Jamie's sparkling blue eyes until his heartbeat slowed.
Then his freckled face broke into a smile that became laughter as he pulled
up off the cock, fell forward and rolled over on the bed in Jamie's arms.

Their euphoric laughter reached as far as the bedroom down the hall where
the twins lay together and smiled.  "Well, Kev," Kyle said, "you did tell
our boy to take care of his guest."

"I did, and by the sounds of things he's being really hospitable.  We
taught him well."

Meanwhile, in his basket in the corner of Will's room Norman raised his
head lazily and yawned – he had seen all this stuff before – and he
went back to sleep.

<><> WILL DOES THE MATH <><>

Jamie and Will slept soundly together and Will woke early as usual to make
a start on preparing breakfast.  But Kyle poked his head in and said, "Stay
where you are, Will.  Not many for breakfast today so we can cope."

Jamie moaned, only half awake, wrapped his arms round Will and they snoozed
happily for another hour or so.  When they came to their senses at last
Jamie murmured drowsily, "You were terrific last night, Will.  One day soon
I want you to be with me when Mark gets home and you can go to work on his
cock before he fucks me.  Maybe he'll fuck you too."

"Sounds great, dude.  Don't think I've ever been fucked by a cop before.
Come to think of it, I'd never been fucked by a movie-star surfer before."

"Hey, kiddo, forget the movie-star bit eh?  If Eddie gets a hold of it
he'll be blasting it from the rooftops."

Too late.  When they went down to breakfast they were accosted by an
excited Eddie who had not only heard the rumors but had spoken to Grady who
asked if he could film his surfer lessons at the beach.  "I've got all
kinds of ideas about tracking shots and angles and close-ups and stuff," he
said now.  "Dudes, this could make my career."

Jamie put his arm round him.  "You already have a career, Eddie, as manager
of this whole compound.  But I gotta say it'll be fun having you at the
beach with us."  Eddie ran off to spread – and exaggerate – the news
to the guys assembling for the buffet breakfast.  Will checked that all the
food had been set out, then served himself and Jamie.

They were soon joined by the twins who smiled playfully.  "You, er, sleep
well, William?" Kyle asked.  "Not too noisy for you?"

Jamie grinned.  "Guys leave him alone.  If you must know, Will gave me one
of the best blowjobs I've ever had and then sat on my cock and rode it like
a redheaded rodeo cowboy.  And I've asked him to give a repeat performance
for Mark one day soon."

"Repeat performance of what?" came the unmistakable voice of Mark, who had
just sauntered out with Bob.  They had loaded their plates with food and
now joined Jamie, Will and the twins at table.  "Repeat performance?" Mark
asked again.

"I'll tell you later, sir," Jamie smiled.  "Just an idea I had."

Bob said, "William, rumor has it that you extended the hospitality of the
house to your guest roommate – really rolled out the welcome mat."

Will blushed deeply and mumbled, "I did my best, sir."  Bob ruffled his
hair and kissed his cheek.

Will was saved further embarrassment as Kevin asked Bob, "Did you and Mark,
er, sleep well, sir?"

"No need to be coy, Kevin," Bob chuckled, "you all know what happened.
After you boys left us alone (with your clumsy attempt at discretion, about
as discreet as a drum-roll), Mark and I made love – several times
actually.  And yes, before you ask, Randy knew all about it.  He called me
on the phone."

"And ...?" the twins asked in unison.

"And nothing really.  He was fine.  Mark, you don't mind us talking about
this, do you?  Just that I share pretty much everything with the twins."

"Fine by me, buddy, I'm the same with Jamie.  In fact, I'll tell you
upfront, guys, Bob and I still feel uncomfortable about Randy, even a
twinge of guilt, even though Randy assured us he was fine with it.  Hell,
you all know the score with us three.  We may be three alpha men but we all
love each other, so whatever we do is OK."

"But threesomes are tricky," Bob elaborated.  "You have to be careful that
the three men stay equal.  You try to avoid that two-plus-one thing, but
sometimes you can't.  Randy's a hundred miles away at Mike's, and Mark and
I made love without him.  But we'll make it up to Randy, as soon as he gets
home."

"And in the meantime," Jamie said, "it's still you two here for the rest of
the week and Randy out in the desert."

"Yeah, Jamie that's right.  That's the way it is.  We wish he were here but
he's not. I suppose he could come home early, maybe ..."

"But you know he's not gonna do that," Mark said.  `His pride wouldn't let
him.  It would look like he's running back to check on us."

There was an uncomfortable silence as Jamie and the twins got their minds
around the subtleties of a three-way situation like this.  Then suddenly,
"You wanna know what I think?"

That was Will who up to now had remained silent, frowning in thought as the
others talked.  Bob smiled, "William, we always want to know what you
think."

Will smiled.  "That's what Jamie said last night when I suggested ...  Oh,
never mind."

"So what do you think, Will?" Kevin prompted.

It all came out in a rush as Will addressed Bob.  "Well, sir, it's simple
really – one of those you-do-the-math things.  You say Randy might be
kinda upset thinking about you two together, and you and Mark would like
him to be here with you. But Randy is too proud to come running back."

Bob smiled. "That pretty much sums it up, William.  So ...?"

"So, ain't it obvious?"  You and Mark have to go there.  Randy would love
to see you show up – he'd prob'ly think you can't get along without him.
And it would take care of your guilt trip.  Take Jamie with you so he can
visit with his old pal Larry.  They prob'ly have a ton of stuff to talk
about and it would be good for Larry `cos so far he's been the only boy
among all the men."

There was a stunned silence and Will was suddenly aware of five pairs of
eyes staring at him.  He blushed deeply, afraid he had spoken out of turn.
"Oh sorry, sir.  It wasn't my place to speak up like that."

"William, come here."  Sitting beside him Bob wrapped his arms round him in
a warm hug.  There were tears in Bob's eyes as he kissed Will on the
cheeks, and the others watched affectionately.  "Will, it just goes to show
– when guys are emotionally involved in something they can't see the
wood for the trees.  It takes someone as clear-eyed as you to look
objectively at the facts and see the solution.  You did the math – added
two and one together and came up with three."

"Bob's right, kiddo," Mark said, "you nailed it.  Seems to me it won't be
long before you have a boy of your own."

"Oh no, sir," Will said earnestly as Bob released him, "I'll never have a
boy.  Jamie told me last night that when a guy becomes a father he
half-stops being a son, and I don't want to half-stop being the twins' boy
ever."

The twins smiled at him and Kyle said, "And that ain't ever gonna happen,
Will.  You're stuck with us for the long-haul."

"Hey," Bob laughed, "any more pearls of wisdom and I'll overdose on common
sense.  So what d'you think, Mark?"

I think the oracle has spoken and we better do what he says.  I've taken
the rest of the week off work thinking I was gonna spend it with you here,
but hey, we can just as easily spend it out at Uncle Mike's in Palm Springs
– with Randy and the other guys.  We could, er, even go today, like
right now.  How about it Jamie?"

"Well, sir, like Will said, I would really like to see my buddy Larry and
keep him company while you guys sort out your three-way stuff.  The office
is real slow this week so Brandon and Ryan can easily cope.  Provided all
this is OK with the twins and Will."

"Oh, don't worry about us, dude," Kyle said.  "We can easily handle the
meals here, eh Kev?"

"No problem," his brother agreed.  "And, er, we have a feeling that Will
has plans of his own, eh kiddo? You dropped enough hints lately."

"Well, sir, I was hoping to spend the next few days with my dad Seth in his
house.  Living alone there he messes up the place pretty good so I'd like
to keep house for him and cook for him and ... and sleep with him."

"You playing house for your hunky dad?" Bob grinned.  "Sounds absolutely
perfect, William.  I envy Seth.  He'll sure eat well – not sure how much
sleep he'll get though with you in his bed," Bob chuckled. "OK, so it looks
like we're all set, thanks to our clear-eyed young analyst here.  I'll call
Mike and clear it with him, but I'll ask him not to alert Randy.  We want
it to be a surprise."

<><> BOB & MARK SURPRISE RANDY <><>

It all came together surprisingly fast, and in a short while Bob, Mark and
Jamie had loaded their gear into Mark's truck – a change of clothes for
all of them, and Mark's cop uniform that he always took along on trips.
"Never know when it'll come in handy," he said, which it already had on
several occasions out of town.

They had the traditional raucous send-off, led naturally by Eddie who
filmed the whole thing.  Ever since getting Grady's news that he would be
filming Grady's surfing lessons he had taken to filming pretty much
everything.  "Practice makes perfect," he said.  "This is my big break."

They were soon speeding east along the 10-Freeway – Mark at the wheel,
Bob next to him and Jamie by the window.  There was an air of keen
anticipation in the cab of the truck and Jamie simply listened as the men's
conversation inevitably turned to Randy and what they could expect when
they got to Mike's house.

"I'm the one who feels the most guilt about all this, Bob."

"Come on, Mark, that's nonsense and you know it.  Neither one of us should
be feeling the slightest shred of guilt.  Everyone knew what we would be
doing, including Randy who said he was fine with it.  We should all be way
past that by now."

"I know, I know, Bob, but it's different for me.  You and Randy have been
lovers for years, sharing your life and your bed.  If there's an outsider
it's me.  I know we keep saying we're all equal in this relationship, but
I'm not sure Randy is totally on board with that.  I know how he thinks and
feels, how possessive he is of you, and I feel I have to somehow make
amends to him.  I need to, actually, not only to assuage my guilt, but to
show him that he's still the boss and to keep his pride intact."

"Mark, I know how you feel but I can assure you that none of that is
necessary.  As soon as we're back together everything's gonna be fine."

"Well, Bob ... let's just wait and see."

Next to them Jamie was looking out the window, his thoughts running on a
completely different subject.  Bob felt him fidget and said, "You're very
quiet, Jamie.  Something on your mind?"

"I think I can answer that," Mark grinned.  "We're coming up to that spot."

"Ah, you mean where you exit the freeway, drive way into the scrub and park
in the trees where you pull down the truck's tailgate, sit Jamie on it and
... you know the rest.  Am I right, Jamie?"

Jamie grinned and nodded.  "But Jamie," Mark said, "it ain't gonna happen
this trip if you don't mind.  We need to press on."

"I'm glad to hear you say that, sir.  You're anxious to see Randy and I'm
eager to spend time with Larry, so we don't need the distraction of another
tailgate fuck – not this trip, anyway."

Bob chuckled, "Did you hear that when they drove up here Randy, Zack and
Miguel rode their bikes into that clump of trees and the three horny
leathermen drew straws to see which one would end up on the tailgate.
Randy drew the short straw and got fucked by the other two.  Then, when
they'd got their rocks off, the three practical, no-nonsense guys zipped
up, got on their bikes and sped off to the highway without another word.
Now that's machismo for you."

Their laughter eased them into many other casual reminiscences which lasted
until they finally drew up at the gate of Mike's sprawling ranch-style
home.

Mike and Larry came out to meet them and Jamie jumped down, hugged Mike and
then Larry, who helped him take his gear into the house.  After hugs all
round Mike grinned, "Gee it's great to see you guys.  I'm real glad you're
here and, er, I've a sneaking suspicion Randy will be too, more than he
lets on.  I didn't tell him you're coming, though – you wanted it to be
a surprise.

"Where is he and the other guys, Mike?" Bob asked.

"Zack and Miguel have taken their bikes out for a spin on those long, empty
desert roads to nowhere.  They can't get enough of each other – they'll
probably fuck in the sand dunes.  As for Randy, he's on his own in the
garden somewhere ... I'd, er, like to say relaxing, but maybe moping is
more the word.  One reason I'm so glad to see you two."

They brought their stuff into the house and Mike showed them to a
guestroom.  "I'll leave you guys to sort who's sleeping with who – too
damn complicated for my crusty old brain.  Now why don`t you two go and
find your partner in crime?  He's out there somewhere."

Bob and Mark went out to the garden and after a few minutes came across
Randy sitting hunched over a small table, nursing a beer.  He heard them
approach, looked up ... and his swarthy face lit up with a smile.  "Hey,
what are your two ugly mugs doin' here?"

"We came to find you, Randy," Bob grinned.

"Hah, can't get along without me, eh?"

"Hear that, Bob?" Mark laughed.  "That's just what Will said he would say."

"Will?  What's that cute redhead got to do with this?"

"Quite a lot, actually," Bob said.  "We'll tell you later."

Mark saw their eyes meet with that special connection they always had.
"Hey you guys, I'm gonna go and catch up with Mike and leave you alone for
a bit.  Later dudes."

He left rather abruptly but Bob and Randy only had eyes for each other.
Randy, shirtless and barefoot in jeans, stood up and pulled Bob into his
arms.  "Damn I'm glad to see you, buddy.  Quite the surprise.  Everything
OK between you two?"

"Everything's great, Randy.  Well almost everything."  They sat facing each
other across the table.  "Like I told you, we spent the night together and
... well, we had a great time ..."

"Except ...?"  Randy sensed Bob's uneasiness.

"Yeah, there is an `except'.  Look, buddy, I know you said you were fine
with all this but I know you well enough to guess that you were ... well,
maybe moping a bit."

"Me?  Mope?"

"Isn't that what you were just doing?"

"God, no secrets between us, is there?  Yeah well the thought of you and
Mark fucking, and me not there, got me a bit down in the dumps.  But I
don't want you to feel guilty or anything."

"Too late, Randy `cos we do a bit.  Especially Mark.  He told me he always
feels a bit like the third wheel in this friendship.  I mean, you and me
being soul mates and all.  The last thing Mark wants is for you to feel
he's muscling in on that.  As we drove out here he said he would feel a
whole lot better if he could show you ... I dunno ... that `you're still
the boss' is the way he put it."

"I know what he means, Bob.  And tell you the truth, there's part of me
that still wants to ... like, you know, in the old days I'd have made it
physical ... picked a fight with him and fucked his ass.  Don't worry,
that's not on the cards anymore but," he chuckled, "it would sure make me
feel better.  Come on, dude, let's go find him.  We'll find a way to sort
it out."

Randy put his arm over Bob's shoulder and they sauntered back to the house.
Mike came out and Randy asked, "Is Mark in there, Mike?"

Mike shifted uncomfortably and frowned.  "Well no.  In fact he took off in
his truck.  Odd thing is he took his cop uniform with him."

"Did he say where he was going?"

"Well not exactly, but from a few things he let drop I could make a guess.
I have an idea he's gone out to Hassan's old house in the desert.  But why
would he do something like that?"

"I think I know, Mike," Bob said.  "And Randy and I have to go after him.
Can we borrow your truck?"

"Sure you can.  But be careful guys – and be nice to each other.
Especially you, Randy.  No foaming at the mouth, you hear, boy?"

Randy grinned as he pulled on his boots.  "We'll play nice, Mike, promise.
Don't worry, everything's gonna be just fine.

<><> THE CAPTIVE COP <><>

"So what the fuck's going on here, Bob?" Randy asked as he drove fast out
into the desert.

"Don't you know, Randy?  Hell, you're the one, with Zack and Miguel, who
brought young Larry out here just a few days ago to work him over when he
had a craving to be dominated and prove his toughness in a trial of
strength with three macho leathermen

"For the back story to what's happening now, all you have to do is recall
how Hassan ended up buying this old place way out here.  In the Mid-East
war when they were enemies Hassan interrogated Mark brutally, and in the
process fell in love with the handsome blond American soldier in chains.
Years after the war was over, Hassan came to this country to find Mark and
make amends."

"I know," Randy said, "it's become a legend how Hassan ended up in this
remote house and outfitted the basement to resemble the desert dungeon
where he had tortured Mark.  He called Mark to come out here and Mark found
the macho Arab soldier alone in the basement, stripped to the waist in his
military fatigues and chained to the wall.  It was Hassan's way of making
amends, reversing the roles and craving the same treatment he dished out to
Mark."

"So there you have it, Randy.  You just answered your own question.  Oh
this is not like wartime torture or anything, nowhere near.  But Mark still
has this guilt that he's hurt you, and he loves you, Randy, so he wants to
make amends in some way.  My guess is, this is his way.  It's something he
needs to do, to prove his love, I guess.  Kind of history repeating itself
in reverse."

Randy was thoughtful for a minute, then said, "Dammit, man, you've given me
a fucking hard-on with your story."

"The first of many, I suspect," Bob smiled.

And Bob was right, of course.  When at last the truck bumped over the sandy
trail to the small, remote house standing all alone under the baking sun it
was no surprise to see Mark's truck parked outside.  The faded front door
was ajar.  They pushed it open and stopped to let their eyes get accustomed
to the gloom, and their bodies to the sudden chill.

Then they went through the low door to the basement and down the steep
steps.  The door at the bottom was ajar too, with a dim, reddish light
glowing through the crack.  They pushed it open and stared in
amazement. "Holy shit," Randy groaned.

In the middle of the room, under red spotlights, stood Mark, shirtless in
black inform pants tucked into high shiny black motorcycle boots.  His body
was stretched upward, and he had shackled his wrists to chains hanging from
the ceiling – not unlike Larry had been a few days earlier.  His lats
were flared, slanting down to his slim waist encircled by a heavy black
leather belt.  His head hung down, like a defeated captive, his blond hair
falling over his face.

Randy said quietly to Bob, "OK, this man is mine."

Bob willingly moved away and sat on a bench by the wall to watch.  Randy,
shirtless in jeans and boots, strode forward to confront the chained cop.
He grabbed Mark's hair, pulled his head back and stared into the handsome
face.  "Fuck, man.  Son of a bitch.  So fucking gorgeous."  He pulled his
face forward and kissed him ravenously, painfully even, almost suffocating
him until he finally pulled back and left Mark gasping for breath.

Randy grinned, "You know me, officer, I don't do finesse.  Just down and
dirty – the way you want it."

"I need it, man," Mark groaned.

Randy took a step back, raised his hand and slapped Mark's cheeks lightly,
one side then the other.  Mark's head flew from side to side, but he
clenched his jaw and made no sound.  Randy ran his hands down the
prisoner's stretched arms, down over his bulging pecs and ripped abs, then
went to work on his nipples.

This time Mark gasped as Randy applied the pressure, squeezing hard,
rolling his tits in his fingers, using his nails to cause even more pain.
Mark groaned but looked defiantly into the blue eyes of the man he had
grown to love.  Randy bent down and licked his sore nipples, then bit them,
to a pained "Aaagh" from the tortured cop.

Randy walked over to a bench strewn with paraphernalia and selected a set
of tit clamps joined by a thin chain.  He returned to Mark and ran the
backs of his fingers over his tits that by now were really sore and
ultra-sensitive.  "You know what comes next, officer.  Like I said –
down and dirty, no holds barred."  He clipped the clamps to Mark's ravaged
nipples to the sound of the cop's howls of pain that echoed round the room
as tears flow down his cheeks.

Then Randy stepped back, folded his arms across his chest and watched the
spectacle of the chained cop, his muscular body writhing in pain, pulling
desperately at his wrist restraints.  He grabbed the chains and pulled
himself up off the ground in a hopeless attempt to break them, his legs
thrashing wildly in the air.

But finally his feet were back on the floor and he stood still, using his
willpower to control the pain.  His mind flew back to that distant time
when he was chained mercilessly in a desert cell, gazing at his captor,
much as he now gazed at the savage gypsy. The pain in his chest was intense
but he suffered it willingly, knowing that Bob and Randy were watching.  He
wanted, through his suffering, to prove the intensity of the love he felt
for them both.

Bob was suffering too, as he watched.  He knew this is what Mark wanted,
knew that it was cathartic for Mark and for Randy and would ultimately
bring them all even closer.  But it was hard to watch nevertheless.

Mindful of the emotional pain Bob must be suffering Randy came forward and
said to Mark.  "What I want is to hear a cop beg for my dick up his ass.  I
wanna hear the humiliation when a cop begs."

"Go fuck yourself," Mark groaned.  But Randy took hold of the clamps' chain
and tugged slightly, making sparks of pain shoot through his body.  Randy's
hypnotic eyes bore into Marks and his deep voice said, "You know you have
to, officer.  Let me hear you beg, man."

"Aaagh ... OK, OK, fuck me man ... I wanna feel your rod in my ass.
Please, I beg you, man.  Fuck me ... fuck my ass."

Suddenly, without warning, Randy unclipped the clamps, causing a last burst
of pain that made Mark roar.  But Randy muffled the roar by kissing him
– this time tenderly, lovingly.  He kissed his tear-stained cheeks, then
pulled back and smiled.  "Buddy. It's what you wanted.  You asked for it.
Damn, I love you.  So no more of this guilt bullshit eh?"

Mark's eyes were still brimming with tears but Randy saw a glimmer of a
smile.  Randy called over to Bob, "Hey, buddy, get your ass over here.  We
gotta show our man how special he is."

<><> THE TRIO SEALS THE DEAL <><>

Bob came over eagerly and Randy kissed him in front of Mark's face, then
they both kissed Mark.  Randy looked down at Mark's chest and said to
Bob. "Go easy on him, man."  They both bent down and flicked out their
tongues, brushing them lightly over his nipples.

Mark gasped but now what he felt was pleasure/pain as they continued to
lick his ravaged tits tenderly.  Then Randy said, "On your knees, Bob.  Get
him ready."

Bob looked lovingly into Mark's eyes and slowly pulled off his T-shirt. He
fell to his knees and clamped his mouth over the bulge in the rough serge
of the cop's pants.  Then he reached up and unbuckled his belt.  He
unzipped the pants and slowly pulled them down until they cleared his cock
that sprang out surprisingly hard despite the pain he had endured – or
maybe because of it.  Bob pulled the pants lower, down off his ass, until
they were hanging round his thighs.

Randy walked behind him and spat on his cock.  He looked over Mark's
shoulder at their reflection in the mirrored wall, at his own dark gypsy
face beside the classically chiseled blond.  "Maybe this'll prove once and
for all that you're one of us, buddy.  OK, Bob ... let's show him.

Mark forgot the stinging pain in his chest as he felt Bob's mouth slide
over his cock and Randy's shaft drive into his ass.  "Yeah," he moaned,
"give it to me guys ... fuck my ass and my cock."

Randy knew Mark had suffered enough so he avoided the savage butt-fuck he
was famous for.  Instead, proving once again that he was a master fuck, he
drove in with long deep strokes that pushed Mark to the upper limit of
ecstasy but below the edge of pain.  And Bob, on his knees, was simply
making love to Mark's cock with his mouth.

Mark looked sideways at the other wall mirror and his guilty worries
evaporated.  He was no third wheel to this couple.  Here he was, stretched
in chains, his body sandwiched between the two lovers, getting butt-fucked
by one and cock-sucked by the other in this perfect trio of alpha-male lust
and love.  He willingly surrendered to the euphoria of the gypsy's cock and
the superman's mouth.

It was Randy, as usual, who brought the action to its climax.  "Hey, Bob,
you ready to gulp down the cop's jizz, `cos I can make him cum in your
mouth just by snapping my fingers?"  Still sucking Bob looked up at Randy
and his shining eyes answered for him.

"OK, officer.  You wanted to show me I'm still the boss?  So here's the
proof, big guy."  Randy pulled his cock almost all the way out, reached
round from behind ... and gave his tortured nipples a final agonizing
squeeze while he drove his shaft deep in his ass.

The cop's magnificent body spasmed, his muscles flexed hard and his roar
filled the room as his cock blasted hot sperm down Bob's throat.  He was
dimly aware of his cock pumping endless streams of jizz while his ass was
flooded with hot juice ... and then everything went black.

When he came to a few seconds later Randy was already unlocking his wrists
while Bob supported him round the waist, careful not to touch his chest.
They helped him to a bench, sat down with him and Bob looked at him with
concern. "You OK, buddy? You feeling OK?"

"Hell yeah," Mark grinned.  "But I can't say the same for my tits.  I don't
think I'll be able to wear a shirt for days."

Randy grinned, "You won't hear any complaints from us about that, stud.
Hey, what say we get the fuck out of here and go back and calm the fears of
Uncle Mike?"

Bob said he would drive Mike's truck, and asked Randy to drive Mark in
Mark's truck.  He sensed, correctly, that the two men wanted a short time
together while they drove back to the house.  When they got there everyone
was waiting for them – Zack and Miguel, Jamie and Larry, and Uncle Mike.

It was pretty clear that Mark had been worked over by the other two and
Mike hovered over him like a mother hen.  He helped him get naked and
suggested that he relax in the pool.  Mark lowered himself in carefully and
heaved a deep sigh when the soft warm water covered his chest.  "Mmm,
perfect, Mike, just what I needed.  I'll stay here for a while and catch my
breath."

Mike went back to the group and faced Randy and Bob.  "You guys get
everything sorted out?"

"Oh, yeah," Randy grinned – "all it took was a few chains, a little
tit-play and the love of three men.  Yeah, we got it sorted."

Mike shook his head, "I'll never understand you boys.  Why is it when you
need to prove how tough you are you beat each other up?  I don't get it."

"Easy for you to say, Mike," Randy grinned.  "You show how tough you are
all the time when you throw rowdy drunks out of your bar.  We don't have
any rowdy drunks handy so we have to flex our muscles on each other.

If that's all you need I can supply plenty.  Next time you wanna act butch,
Randy, just get your butt over to my bar and I guarantee there'll be some
roaring drunk you can toss out on his ass.  Come to think of it, boy, I'll
hire you as my bouncer.  Most of those guys would get off on being
manhandled by you.  You'd be great for business."

After that things calmed down and Miguel asked, "What was it made you and
Mark decide to come out here, Bob?"

"You'll never believe it but it was Will's idea."  Bob told them how Will
had analyzed the situation and come up with the obvious solution.

"Damn I love that kid," Randy said.  "So smart, so gutsy, and so cute with
that freckled face and owl glasses.  How is the young redhead?  Did you
leave him with the twins?"

"Well yeah, but he has plans of his own.  He's been wanting to spend time
with his dad Seth in Seth's house next to the compound." Bob grinned, "Said
he wants to keep house for him for a couple of days ... take care of him,
cook for him ... and sleep with him, of course."

"Damn, Seth's a lucky guy," Randy said.  "He's been holding down the fort
at the construction sites while we're away, so having his boy look after
him is just what he needs."

<><> WILL KEEPS HOUSE <><>

Late that same afternoon when he headed home from work, Seth was bushed.
He had recently risen quickly from simple laborer to the manager of one of
the construction sites.  And this week, in the absence of Randy and Zack,
Seth had to oversee all three sites, with the help of Darius and Pablo.
Although work was slow this week it still left him tired, with the prospect
of coming home in late afternoon to a house as messy as he had left it
early that morning.

So when the unkempt, rugged hunk walked in, dressed in his usual grubby
jeans, boots and old frayed T-shirt, he stopped in surprise at the sight of
his neat, well-ordered living room.  And his face lit up when his son Will
suddenly leapt out from the kitchen – "Surprise!"

"Will!  What are you doing here, boy?"

"Taking care of you, sir."  Will's eyes blinked excitedly behind his owl
glasses. "For the next few days me and my dog Norman will be living here.
I'll be cleaning your house, cooking for you and looking after you.  And,
er, spending the nights with you ... if that's what you want."

"Sure I want it, kiddo.  I'd get off spending time with you.  Hey this is
terrific, Will."

"OK, sir, starting right now, sit yourself down and I'll bring you a drink
before you take your shower.  I'm already cooking your dinner and after
that we can watch a movie on TV if you like."

Seth grinned. "I'm blown away, kid.  And you say you'll, er, spend the
night here?"

"Every night, sir.  The twins have given me three days off, so I'll be
sleeping here – sharing your bed, sir, if you don't mind."

"I don't mind at all, Will.  In fact, I insist on it.  Hey this is great.
Come here, kid, and give your old man a hug."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 517


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