Date: Thu, 6 Aug 2020 01:33:53 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 519  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 519
By Rob Williams

Chapter 519 – "THE BOYS PUT ON A SHOW – SO DOES DOC STEVE"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The wild, hunky construction boss Seth spends the night with his redheaded
step-son Will and Will's young gypsy buddy Ben.  Seth watches as the boys
put on an erotic show that rouses his lust so much he joins in the
action. Meanwhile, the fiery mechanic Pablo seeks therapy for his anger
issues from handsome Doc Steve, who subjects him to tough-love treatment
that shocks the mechanic into tearful submission.
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<><>  IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER  <><>

The senior members of the tribe had all gone out of town, leaving the
compound quieter than usual.  Taking advantage of the lull, the young
assistant chef Will had moved in with his step-dad, the rugged construction
boss Seth.

The love between father and step-son had been growing stronger than ever
lately, even though they were so different from each other.  Seth was
something of a wildman – swarthy, stubbled, physically strong and
muscular, though lacking any social graces.  Will, however, was a young,
experienced chef who did catering jobs for other tribe members, so he had
learned the art of fine dining and living.

The freckle-faced redhead intended to use his three days and nights with
Seth to take care of him – clean his house, cook for him, help him
choose what to wear, and even satisfy his sexual needs.  All was going so
well that Will suggested they give a dinner party for some of the guys
still in the compound – the senior boys Darius and Pablo, and their
junior boys Ryan and Tyler, along with Finn and Ben.

They accepted eagerly, but Darius warned Will that his lover Pablo, the
chief mechanic on the construction site, was not in the best of moods.
"Something went wrong with a truck, the supplier fucked up, some of the
crew fucked up and he's having a cow.  He may be a great head mechanic but
he sure has a lot to learn about maturity and keeping his cool.  But I
promise you, Will, there's no way I'm gonna let my crazy lover spoil your
party.

However, that is what almost happened.  Ben, Pablo's assistant mechanic
explained to Will, "See, whenever Randy's off the site Pablo seems to think
he takes the place of the boss as he's the boss's boy.  The big problem is
that Seth is the boss of the construction site right now with Randy and
Zack gone.  Pablo hates the idea that Randy made Seth senior to him, and
resents taking orders from him."

Ben had put his finger on it, and when they all gathered at Seth's house
for dinner Pablo hit out with a gross insult, calling Seth a child
molester.  The enraged black stud Darius forced his lover Pablo back to
their apartment and savagely punished him with what was known as his
`almighty club' – his massive ten-inch cock.  The young mechanic ended
up begging for mercy and agreed to return to the dinner party and
apologize.

 "Guys, I've been an asshole.  This was a celebration and I was the rude
guest at the party.  I acted like a wrecking ball.  But Darius made me see
I was being a total idiot and he, er ..."

As Pablo faltered Darius said, "Let's just say, guys, that he might have a
problem sitting down at table."  The laughter that followed broke the ice
and encouraged Pablo to continue.

"Seth, the things I said to you were not only insulting but untrue.  I hope
one day you'll see your way clear to forgiving me."

Seth stood up and smiled. "Dude, like I told my boy Will, in the past I've
shrugged off all kinds of insults from guys, so I can sure shrug off one
more.  Peace?"  He held out his hand which Pablo shook eagerly.  Then Pablo
turned to Will who stood up to face him.

"Will, I love you kiddo, like everyone does, and I'm ashamed at the way I
badmouthed you and your dad.  Of all people, you are the last one I should
have treated that way.  And I interrupted your dinner party that you've
worked so hard on. It prob'ly don't help, but I'm really, really sorry."

The boys at the table held their breath in the silence that followed. Then
Will reached up, stroked Pablo's face, and kissed him, to the cheers of
everyone watching.  "Pablo, I've always admired you a whole lot, and I
thank you for what you just said.  And this guy thanks you too ..."  Will
picked up his little pug Norman who licked Pablo's cheeks.  "See, he
remembers you're the guy who rescued him and brought him home to me."

The clouds lifted as suddenly as they had descended earlier, and the party
resumed its former happy rhythm.  The savage treatment Pablo had received
from Darius and his lethal weapon had tamed his demons and he didn't try to
paper over the cracks.

He talked about his intended visit to the therapist Doc Steve for treatment
of his anger issues, and he was even bold enough to touch on the subject
that had been the cause of his earlier sneering insult, that young Ben
would be sleeping with Seth and Will.  "So, Ben, you say you're gonna share
the bed tonight of Seth and Will.  I wouldn't mind being a fly on that
wall."

His boy Tyler jumped in unexpectedly.  "Finn and me watched Will and Ben
having sex in the garden once and it was awesome.  When you put a
dark-haired gypsy and a redhead together it looks real hot.  You should a'
been there, sir," looking at Seth.

"Well I will be there tonight, Tyler," Seth chuckled.  "I'll have a
ringside seat.  I love fucking with Will, of course, but sometimes it's
almost as sexy to watch as it is to do. How's that sound Will?"

Will giggled.  "It was Ben taught me how to fuck guys when I first came
here, and since then we've perfected our act.  If it's a show you want,
sir, we're pretty good at that, eh Ben?"

"Sure thing," Ben grinned.  "Course, we're also open to a little audience
participation too."

Seth threw his head back and laughed.  "Boys, you really know how to treat
a guy.  But that's for later. Right now I could murder a large whiskey and
a slice of that rhubarb pie."


========= CHAPTER 519 =========

<><> THE PARTY'S OVER <><>

The dinner party was now back on an even keel after Pablo had rocked the
boat so violently at the start.  But after his lover Darius's intervention
Pablo's rage had given way to a cheerful participation in the conversation.
Cheers went up when chef Will served coffee and his famous rhubarb pie, and
after-dinner drinks flowed.

There was still plenty of teasing round the table about the plan for Ben to
share the bed of their hosts, Seth and Will.  Ben, the sexy young gypsy,
was the kid brother of boss Randy, and Pablo's assistant mechanic, and he
took all the teasing in stride.

Ben was also the boy of the fireman Jason, who was out of town that night
on a training exercise, so Will and Seth had invited him to spend the night
with them.  All the possible permutations of such a three-way arrangement
were eagerly and lasciviously explored by the guys round the table, amid
raucous laughter, until Seth had the final word.

"Guys, I thank you for all your suggestions, some of which wouldn't be
possible for even an expert contortionist.  But I remind you that, although
Will is the king of the kitchen, I'm king of the bedroom and I've got my
own plans.  And what I say goes ..."

"Or cums," Finn laughed, to exaggerated groans all round.  That bawdy sense
of humor only increased as the brandy flowed until finally tiredness after
such a long and eventful day caught up with them all and bed beckoned.

The boys helped Will clear the table and offered to clean up the kitchen.
"No need, thanks," Will said.  "I've got the whole day here tomorrow so
I'll have all the time in the world to clear this lot away.  I wanna go to
bed."

"Who wouldn't?" Finn grinned.  "With that gorgeous hunk a' man and the sexy
young gypsy boy?  Question is, what you gonna do with them, Will?  Or
what'll they do to you?"

"I guess we'll just play it by ear, dude."

"Huh, your ear ain't exactly the body part I had in mind."

"Dude, will you get outa here?" Will laughed, before I get my dad to throw
you out?"

"I've been thrown out a' classier joints than this, kid.  But if your hot
dad wants to tangle with me, I'm up for that."

"Finn, stop it," his buddy Tyler giggled.  "Can't you see the guy wants to
hit the sack?  If you want a three-way, how about Pablo and me?"

"Now you're talking, dude.  OK, Will, you're off the hook.  Thanks for this
evening, buddy, it was a blast.  And that man of yours?  Major stud."  They
hugged Will and left, and Will rejoined Seth who was being thanked
profusely by Darius and Pablo.  Pablo said, "And, er, sorry about being
such an asshole earlier.  I ..."

Seth cut him off.  "Water under the bridge, dude.  Just get your ass off to
Doc Steve when Randy gets back, and let the shrink sort you out."

After hugs all round Seth finally found himself alone with Will and Ben.
"OK, kids, it's you and me now.  Come upstairs and show me what you got."

<><> THE BOYS PUT ON A SHOW <><>

Seth threw himself into an armchair.  "What a day!  I am fucking bushed.
Can't move another muscle – except my drinking arm." The boys looked
down at him in awe – the big, tousled hunk, sprawled in the armchair, a
black V-neck T-shirt stretched over his muscular torso, blue-jeans
manspread wide.

"So, guys, you boasted about being men of action, you promised me a show,
so it's on you two now.  Turn me on."

"Yes, sir," they chorused and grinned at each other.  The freckled-faced
Will with tousled red hair, and the swarthy young gypsy with shaggy black
hair, made a sexy, boyish couple, both dressed in shorts and white
T-shirts.  "Back in a flash, sir," Will said and they turned round and
walked in lockstep to the door – almost as if they had rehearsed it,
Seth thought.

Seth gave a deep satisfied sigh.  He was in a mellow mood, pleased with the
success of their dinner party and especially with the way Will had handled
the out-of-the-blue insults from Pablo – not with anger or retribution
but with love and forgiveness.  He closed his eyes lazily as he heard the
boys moving around downstairs and wondered what they had in store for him.
He was soon to find out.

He opened his eyes to see the boys standing in front of him.  They were
both wearing the chef's hats they had worn in the kitchen, and their
identical dark green, knee-length bib aprons, looped round their necks and
tied tight round their waists.  They looked like cute young waiters holding
small trays, with a white napkin draped over one forearm.

"Good evening, sir," Ben said formally, "We thought you would like an
after-dinner drink and snack to help you relax after your hard day."

Will said, "We've brought your favorite rye whisky and a cheeseboard in
case you're still hungry."  They walked forward and put their small trays
on a side table.  Will poured Seth a drink, Ben arranged the cheese and
crackers and they stood back, shoulder to shoulder.

"Will there be anything else, sir?" Will asked, like an attentive waiter.

"How about a smile?  Service is great, but service with a smile would be
even better."

They flashed identical smiles and Seth took a hit of whisky.  "Er, that's
all the food and drink I need for now, guys, so you're off duty.  But that
don't mean you have to leave."

"Thank you, sir," they said in unison.  Then, in the well-known ritual bow
the tribe's waiters always took, they whipped off their hats, held them
high, and swooped them down in a low, theatrical bow.  Seth grinned and
gave a slow hand-clap.

But this was only the start of their show.  After they straightened up the
boys spun round and performed another deep bow facing away from him.  Their
aprons opened at the back and gave Seth a clear view of their bubble butts
straining against their shorts.

"Holy shit," Seth moaned softly and his hand crept down his leg to the
bulge in his jeans.  But instead of engaging him, the boys ignored him and
turned to each other. They walked toward each other, stroked each other's
face and kissed.

Seth found the image moving – two good looking young chefs, off duty but
still wearing their kitchen aprons, kissing each other.  Is this how it
always is, Seth wondered, after chefs had been working hard in the kitchen?
Is this how they relaxed afterwards, by making love?

It seemed so now as Will, still keeping intense eye contact, undid Ben's
apron and pulled it off over his head.  It was almost a language of love as
Ben did the same for Will, and then they pulled each other's shirt off.
They reached forward and gently twisted the other's nipples.  Reflexively
Seth tweaked his own nipple through his shirt while the other hand stroked
his growing bulge.

Both boys were now barefoot in shorts and suddenly Ben sank to his knees
and unbuttoned Will's shorts.  He pulled out his already-stiff cock and
gently slid his mouth over it.  "Fuck," Seth breathed softly, mesmerized by
the sight of the swarthy young gypsy on his knees sucking his buddy's cock.
Seth took a long drink of whiskey and felt the warm liquid flowing down his
throat as he watched Ben swallow.

Ben put his hands on Will's hips and went down and back on his cock, his
shaggy dark hair flopping over his face as he sucked.  The image was so
erotic that Seth took his hand off his bulge to stop from cumming.  He was
so close to his climax that he was afraid this is how it would end, with
one boy spurting cum in his friend's mouth.  But just as Seth was about to
speak, Will pulled out and knelt down facing Ben.

They kissed again, then Will pushed Ben gently off his knees and onto his
back on the thick carpet.  "My turn now, dude," Will grinned.  He
unbuttoned Ben's shorts pulled out his cock and lowered his mouth over
it. Ben moaned and ran his hands through Will's mop of red hair, something
Seth had been wanting to do.  But he stayed sprawled in his chair and
watched.

After Will's expert mouth had brought Ben to the edge of orgasm he grabbed
Will's hair and pulled his face off his cock.  "Not yet, buddy.  We've got
a ways to go yet." They looked at each other and giggled, and the action
heated up.  They scrambled to pull each other's shorts off then rolled
naked over the carpet in each other's arms, giggling like children.

Seth felt an urge to join in, but then the boys ended up lying in opposite
directions in the inevitable sixty-nine position. This he had to watch, his
freckle-faced boy and his gypsy buddy uttering muffled moans as they
eagerly swallowed each other's cock.  The construction worker clamped his
big hand over his crotch, as much to delay his climax as to cause it.

The naked boys, their lithe young bodies pressed together, rolled slowly
over the carpet as they sucked and slurped.  As their passion grew, so did
Seth's lust and he jerked his hand away from his bulge yelling "No!"

His deep voice jolted the boys who pulled away from each other and rolled
over on their stomachs, faces propped on their hands, looking at him as if
noticing him for the first time.  Seth was sprawled in the chair with his
hands locked behind his head to avoid touching his cock.  The boys stared
at the huge bulge under his manspread jeans and Will said, "The guy must
have been watching us all this time.  What do you think, Ben?  Looks like
that bulge needs a little help, don't ya think?"

"Right there with you, dude.  Big tough guy, though, you think we can give
him what he wants?"

"Let's find out," Will said.  "You know what they say – the bigger they
are the harder they fall, and the louder they moan."

Still on their stomachs they crawled over the carpet toward him and he
salivated at the sight of their white asses flexing as they moved.  They
ended up kneeling on either side of him, their faces level with his crotch.
They grinned at each other and discussed their task almost as if he weren't
there, just a hunk of meat that needed their attention.

"Better be careful, dude ... looks like he's ready to pop any second and
cream those jeans."  One on each side of him, they bent down gingerly and
licked the denim stretched over the long thick shape of his cock.  Seth
kept his fingers tightly linked behind his head, looking down at red and
black mops of hair bobbing over his crotch.  At one point they looked up,
smiled and kissed each other, and then went back to work.

Seth's moans grew louder and more urgent and intuitively the boys knew when
to stop.  They pulled away from his crotch and looked up at him, his torso
flexing under his black shirt, hands clasped behind his head making his
biceps bulge against the short sleeves.  "Dude," Ben said, his eyes
gleaming, "that looks so hot, do you feel like a bit of body worship here?"

"Hell yes," Will grinned.  "Those biceps have got me going."  They moved up
Seth's body and licked his arms, their tongues pushing the shorts sleeves
back over the rock-hard biceps.  Then they went for his chest, clamping
their mouths over his nipples and biting them through the thin fabric.  The
big body stirred and Seth moaned.  At last, he lowered his hands and ran
his fingers through their hair, pressing their faces hard against the slabs
of his pecs.

After they had feasted on his tits the boys moved down to his waist and
pulled the bottom of his T-shirt up over his abs.  "Damn," Ben said, "will
you look at those rocks?"  They both ran their tongues along the grooves of
his ripped abs, then pounded their fists on them, making them flex harder
under their eager gut-punching.

Seth's groans were getting more urgent so they pushed the shirt up farther
until his pecs were exposed.  They took turns burying their faces in them
and licking the drops of sweat from the deep cleft between them.  When they
had had their fill they smiled at each other.  "Time to get serious,
kiddo," Will said. "We all know what the guy needs.  Let's get him ready."

<><> THE BIG FINISH <><>

Getting Seth ready began with pulling his black T-shirt off over his head.
Once again the big guy linked his hands behind his head and the boys gazed
down at the shirtless hunk, at his hairy chest, his eight-pack abs and
brawny arms.  Now his armpits were on display with their tangle of wiry
black hair and the boys had to resist the temptation to bury their faces in
them.

Instead, they went to work on that bulge.  Ben unbuttoned Seth's jeans and
pulled them open while Will's hand dived in and pulled out the huge shaft
whose head was already oozing pre-cum.  The boys got to their feet and
stood shoulder to shoulder looking down at the homoerotic sight of the
wild, disheveled hunk sprawled shirtless in the chair, arms bent, hands
clasped behind his head, his jeans lying open, displaying a mass of black
pubic hair and his cock rising out of it, proud as a flagpole.

The boys reached across each other and stroked each other's cock, slowly
but sensually, mesmerized by the homoerotic spectacle beneath them.  Seth's
stubbled face broke into a smile and he used one hand to stroke his own
cock, leaving the other hand supporting his head.  For a while it was a
frozen tableau – the two naked youngsters still worshiping the master,
but this time with no physical contact, just the intense focus of their
admiring eyes.

Seth smiled up at them as they continued to stroke each other's cock. "So
that's what it comes down to, eh guys?  Mutual masturbation while master
beats his meat.  A circle jerk. But I gotta warn you, my nuts are bulging
and I'm real close."

"But, sir," Will said.  "There's one pleasure we still have to give you."
He and Ben fell to their knees again on either side of Seth, who took his
hand off his cock and once again linked his fingers behind his head.  He
watched the gypsy and the redhead lean down and bury their faces in his
pubes, then licked all the way up the thick shaft to the top and kissed,
their lips wrapped round the head.  Their tongues flicked at the sensitive
corona and Seth groaned.

"Damn, that is fucking beautiful, kids.  Man, that feels good."  His sinewy
body writhed in the chair as Will lowered his mouth over his cock, all the
way down till his face touched Ben's who was licking Seth's balls.

And that's how it went on, the boys alternating, one servicing the
construction worker's cock, the other his balls.  The sight of their
handsome young faces, and the sensation in his cock and balls was driving
Seth wild – and to the edge of orgasm.  And that's when he took charge.

Suddenly he pushed their heads off him, he sprang up out of the chair, let
his jeans fall to the floor and stepped out of them.  He towered over them,
buck naked, as they knelt side by side at his feet.  "OK, lean back, boys
and jerk each other off."

Still on their knees they doubled back and propped one elbow on the floor.
They used their free hand as before, reaching over to stroke their buddy's
cock.  "Perfect," Seth smiled down at them.  "Abso-fucking-lutely gorgeous.
Damn you are two sexy young colts.  Now I wanna see you splash your jizz
all over those beautiful bodies."

It didn't take long.  They stared up in awe at the naked construction boss
as he stroked his massive dick.  Their hands worked faster and faster,
their breathing became ragged and at exactly the same instant they yelled
and cum spurted from their cocks and splashed over their lithe young
bodies, smothering their abs, chests and even up to their necks and faces.

"Fuck yeah," Seth shouted as he pounded his meet.  "Fuck ... I'm gonna cum.
Open up, boys ... yeaahh!"  His body flexed, he roared and semen blasted
from his cock and showered down on the boys' faces and open mouths.  It
streamed down their foreheads and cheeks, into their red and black hair and
into their mouths.  The jubilant boys swallowed hard, then looked at each
other and kissed, a kiss lubricated by the bitter-sweet juice of the
master.

When at last they broke apart they turned their shining cum-splashed faces
up at Seth, still towering over them naked, his cock still dripping cum.
Will laughed, "You asked for service with a smile, sir.  How was that?"

"Hot damn.  You kids can cater my party any time you like."

<><> MUM'S THE WORD <><>

After a quick communal shower Seth and the boys fell exhausted into bed.
They slept that night like spoons – Seth pressed against Will's back,
his arm looped over him, Will pressed against Ben, hugging him.

In the morning Will and Ben got up early and in a short while they brought
a breakfast tray in to Seth.  Bleary-eyed he propped himself up on his
elbows and looked up at the boys, dressed of course in their kitchen
uniform of dark green aprons.

He held up a protective hand.  "Oh no, I know what that means – two hot
waiters in aprons serve me food then work me over.  No more, guys, last
night did me in.  I submit."  He stroked his chin in contemplation, looking
the boys up and down.  "On the other hand ..."

The boys giggled, put the tray on the bed and joined him.  They all knew
that Seth had to be at work early as he was the only boss right now, with
Randy and Zack in Palm Springs.  As they started to eat Seth's phone rang
– it was Randy, and Seth put the phone on speaker.

"Hey, Seth, how are things back home?"

"Couldn't be better, dude.  Actually, I'm here with Will and your brother
Ben – breakfast in bed."

"Sounds like a winning combination. I was actually calling about work –
how busy are the sites?"

Seth explained that in the slow week they were really just doing routine
maintenance work, and Randy suggested that they close the sites entirely
until work cranked up next Monday.  "Give the crew a few days off with pay
as it'll be all shoulders to the wheel on Monday.  We'll be back home on
Saturday."  They talked over a few work details then Randy said, "Have fun
with your days off, dude – and make sure those kids treat you well."

After Seth rang off Will said, "Sir, you never mentioned anything about
... you know, Pablo yesterday and all that."

"I deliberately never mentioned it, Will, and I wanna make sure nobody else
does.  Those guys should enjoy their break out in the desert without any
distractions.  You know how impulsive Randy can be.  If I told him
everything that had happened he's just as likely to come roaring back to
sort Pablo out.  Matter of fact, I should call Darius to warn him."

When he phoned him and explained his reasoning Darius said, "I was about to
call you Seth and suggest pretty much the same thing.  Pablo's still kinda
shook up about the way he lost his cool and insulted you like that.  I
think he's realizing that his anger, and his need to prove he's the boss
all the time, is getting to be a real problem.  It could flare up again.
But the thing is he wants to be the one to tell Randy about it, rather than
Randy hearing it on the grapevine with all the bullshit drama and
exaggerations.

"Between you and me Pablo's real scared of Randy's reaction.  He worships
the guy and he knows he fucked up big time.  Worse, he knows how Randy
loves young Will, and he's likely to be real mad when he hears how Pablo
insulted him and you, Seth.  Randy's also very protective of his kid
brother Ben and, as Ben is Pablo's assistant, Randy sure don't want him to
get caught in the crossfire."

"You think Pablo's gonna get help from Doc Steve like he told us?"

"Oh yeah.  He's walked out on the shrink in the past but a lot of that
bullshit bravado has been knocked out of him and he knows Steve is the guy
who can help him."

"Well there's no time like the present," Seth said.  "Randy just called me
and told me to shut down operations for the rest of the week."

"Yeah, Zack called me with the same news.  Anyway, I've told the boys here,
Tyler, Finn and Ryan, to keep mum about yesterday's dust-up, so I guess
it's now up to Pablo and Doc Steve.  And it's up to us to damp down all the
gossip."

"Talking of damping down gossip," Seth chuckled, "young Eddie just walked
in.  So I gotta put a lid on `gossip central'.  Looks like we'll be having
a mini-vacation ourselves here, dude, so we gotta get together more.  See
you later big guy."

Seth shut off the phone and said, "Hey, Eddie, what's up?"

"That's what I came to find out, sir.  No, I mean I came to see if you guys
need any help ..."

"Yeah and to get all the gossip about last night," Seth laughed.  "Now
listen Eddie.  Me and the boys had a great time last night and you can ask
Will all you like about that.  But you may have heard rumors of an incident
that happened at dinner and we're keeping that private right now, so please
don't pump the boys for info."

"Me, sir?" Eddie said with his familiar wide-eyed innocence. Seth thought,
`here it comes', and true to form, Eddie drew his fingertips across his
lips and twisted them at the corner like a lock.

"Yeah," Will laughed, "and we know how long that lasts."

"Dude, Eddie said in mock indignation.  If you're gonna take that attitude
I withdraw my offer of help in the kitchen."

"Good, then I won't have to describe the three-way Ben and I had with
Seth."

OK, OK, I withdraw the withdrawal.  Let's get going, dude."

"I gotta get back home," Ben said.  Jason will be home this morning and
he'll expect me to be there to ... well, give him whatever he needs."  He
smiled that shy gypsy grin that always melted hearts.

Seth got dressed, hugged Will and Ben, then went next door to the company
office.  Brandon was just wheeling his wheelchair up the ramp and Seth
said, "Hey Brandon, Randy's closing the construction sites for the next
couple a' days, giving the crew a few days paid leave."

"About time, sir," Brandon said.  "There's almost nothing going on there.
Better to give the guys a break before it all goes into high gear on
Monday.  Do you want me to come with you, sir, to see about paying the
men?"

"That's what I was hoping, Brandon."

"And maybe Pablo will have shaken off that foul mood he was in," Brandon
said. "He reamed poor Ryan yesterday, blaming him for all kinds of stuff.
I took the phone and shredded Pablo with a tongue lashing he won't forget
We don't take crap like that from anyone, least of all the `boss's boy'.
Boss's boy my ass.  He needs to get his angry ass over to Doc Steve's
pronto."

Seth laughed.  "Hey. I hope I don't ever run across you in some dark alley
late at night, kid.  I wouldn't come out alive."

"And what would either one of us be doing in a dark late at night, sir?"
Brandon grinned.  "No, better not answer that."

"Love you, Brandon.  Come on, let's go shut the company down."

<><> DEFINITELY SOMETHING WRONG <><>

A while later the `boss's boy' was in fact on the way to Doctor Steve's and
yes, he had shaken off the foul mood Brandon had mentioned.  It had been
replaced by a mood of bewilderment and anxiety – afraid he was in danger
of spinning out of control, behaving irrationally again as he had done
yesterday.  Why had he done that, lashed out at everyone in sight,
including Ben, Ryan and even young Will?  Brandon had been right to bawl
him out the way he did.

As he drove up to Steve's house in the Hollywood Hills, he tried, and
failed, to work out what it was inside him that made him do that ... maybe
the shrink could work it out for him.  He had already had sessions with Doc
Steve, but he always pushed back on anyone giving him advice.  At his last
session he had lost his temper with Steve and stormed out.  But why?  He
liked Steve and respected him.  He was Randy's brother, after all, which
made him kind of Pablo's uncle – by adoption anyway.

Storming out like that had made Randy mad, but not as bad as he would be
when he heard of the latest stunt he had pulled.  Yelling at those boys?
No Randy wouldn't stand for that, and it scared him to think how he would
react.  That was really why he was on his way to Steve's now, to get his
advice on how to confess to Randy.

Thank god for Darius.  After fucking him into pleading submission yesterday
he had held him in his arms and loved him, and now he had instructed
everyone at the dinner not to tell Randy.  That was for him to do when
Randy got home – and the prospect scared the hell out of him.

He had not called ahead or made an appointment to see Steve.  He was in a
kind of daze and scared that Steve wouldn't have an open appointment right
away.  He couldn't wait, so he took off and hoped that just showing up was
best.  Steve would hardly turn him away, would he?"

When his truck pulled up at the gate his hand was actually trembling as he
reached out the window and pressed the intercom.  It was answered by Tommy,
of course, Steve and Lloyd's house manager who doubled as Steve's
receptionist for his patients.

The gate camera pointed at him and Tommy's cheerful voice said, "Hey,
Pablo, long time no see.  Good to see you now though ... I'll buzz you in."
The gate swung open and he drove down the long driveway of the opulent
house to the front door where Tommy was waiting to greet him.

"Hey, dude, what's up? Have you come to see Steve?"

"Yeah, Tommy, but I didn't make an appointment.  Sorry to just show up like
this but is there any chance he could see me?"  Tommy was struck by Pablo's
tone, almost humble, in contrast to his usual brashness.  On his last visit
he had treated Tommy as just the houseboy so now his submissive tone took
Tommy by surprise.

As Steve's loyal assistant his reaction was professional.  "Actually,
Pablo, the doctor is with a patient right now.  I think he has about
fifteen minutes to go. And then he's free until after lunch so you picked a
good day.  As soon as the patient leaves I'll let him know you're here.
Would you like to wait on the terrace by the pool?  It's a gorgeous day."

"Yeah, thanks Tommy."  Pablo followed him out to the pool and Tommy asked,
"Would you care for some coffee, juice ... a beer?"

"No thanks, dude, I gotta keep a clear head.  I'm, er, feeling a bit
confused right now."

Tommy chuckled.  "Join the club, it'll be nothing new to the doc.  Everyone
who comes to see him is confused to one degree or another.  OK, pull up a
chaise and relax.  If you need anything just holler, I'll be just inside."

He turned and Pablo watched him leave, particularly that incredible gymnast
ass of his bulging against his black pants.  But even that failed to stir
his cock.  Yeah he thought, there's definitely something wrong with me.
Tommy had been so friendly, but he didn't deserve that.  He deserved to be
yelled at like Brandon and Darius had done yesterday.  Again his thoughts
started to whirl, so he lay down on a chaise, turned his face to the sun
and closed his eyes.

<><> THE SHRINK SESSION BEGINS <><>

He was almost dozing when a deep voice roused him, and for a dazed moment
he thought it was Randy.  No, it was Steve. "Hey, Pablo what a pleasant
surprise."

Steve was a cleaned-up, sophisticated version of his rugged brother
Randy. Steve, born barely a year after Randy, had been put up for adoption
at birth and wound up being raised and education in upscale Marin County, a
far cry from the tough streets of West Texas where Randy had eked out a
living.  Steve was a doctor, Randy a construction worker.

Steve was now smartly dressed in tan slacks with a stylish brown belt,
beige penny loafers and a crisp white dress shirt.  He had been wearing a
tie for his last patient but it was now hanging down loose from his collar,
the top three shirt buttons open.  With his tanned, chiseled features he
looked stunning and at last Pablo's cock stiffened.

Pablo stood up and, just as Tommy had, Steve's practiced eye saw a change
in his demeanor from his usual arrogance.  "Sir, maybe I shouldn't have
come here on spec but I really needed to talk to you.  After the way I
stormed out on you last time you might not want to see me but ..."

Steve laughed.  "Pablo, don't forget I'm a shrink, I've seen everything.
You weren't the first patient to get mad and storm out on me.  At least you
didn't throw anything – yeah, that's happened too.  Fortunately I
ducked."

Steve threw his arm over Pablo's shoulder.  "Come on, kiddo, let's go
inside.  We'll use the den – less formal than my office."

In the comfortable den that overlooked the pool, Steve waved Pablo into an
armchair and sat opposite him.  The doc crossed his legs and rested a
clipboard on them.  It was obvious to Steve that something heavy was
weighing on the usually jaunty young Mestizo, so he smiled warmly.  "OK,
Pablo, talk to me.  Take your time and tell me everything."

So Pablo told the whole story, every detail.  It was a relief to him to
unload his problems on a calm professional like Steve who would not react
with blame or criticism.  From time to time Steve made unobtrusive notes
but mostly kept steady eye contact with a comforting smile.

Pablo told him of the stress he had been feeling, which boiled over when
something went wrong with parts delivery for a broken truck.  He had yelled
at his assistant Ben, then called the office and reamed young Ryan,
provoking a tongue-lashing from Brandon to Pablo.

Seth, in his role of site boss in Randy's absence, had reprimanded him, had
soothed the parts distributor and apologized to Ben and Ryan, all of which
irritated Pablo even more as Seth had cleaned up his mess and implicitly
criticized him.

Pablo paused at the worst part, then guiltily admitted to Steve that his
foul mood carried over to the dinner party where, despite Darius's warning
to the contrary, he had totally lost control, accusing Seth of being a
child-molester and telling Will and Ben to be careful about sharing his
bed.  Pablo described how Darius had dragged him away from the party and
savagely fucked him in retribution, which had the effect of making him
realize the enormity of what he had done.

Throughout this recitation Steve remained impassive, even if he were
cringing inside.  At last Pablo ran out of steam and slumped in his chair,
mentally exhausted.  "So that's it, doc.  Pretty bad, uh?"

Steve smiled.  "Pablo, you know I never categorize my patients' behavior as
bad or good.  I just try to work together to get to the root of the
problem.  OK, so first I'd like to talk about the guys you say you insulted
– in order.  First, your assistant Ben – and incidentally my little
brother as well as Randy's.  What are your true feelings about Ben?"

"He's a terrific kid, sir.  He's a great mechanic and learns fast.  He
looks up to me – normally – and takes all my instructions to heart.
With his gypsy looks he's a young version of Randy, so of course I love the
kid."

"OK, now Ryan who you phoned in the office."

"Ryan is my lover Darius's boy and he worships Darius.  He's really cute,
kinda shy, and fucking brilliant with computers – the office couldn't
manage without him.  Did you know he practically salvaged the company's bid
for government contracts?  City officials were wavering, worried about
cyber-security, until Ryan dazzled them with his expertise and that
clinched the deal."

Steve made a few notes, then said, "So, onto the dinner party ... and
Will."

Pablo blushed.  "Actually, sir, I think that's the guy I feel most guilty
about.  He's just a sweetheart.  He started out shy but his cooking skills
gave him confidence and I love the way he rules a kitchen.  I dunno –
that freckled face and mop of red hair ...  Randy's crazy about him –
calls him Red.  I love the kid ... but I made him cry.  He ran from the
table and Darius found him crying in the kitchen.  When Randy finds out
what I said to Will, he'll ..."

"OK, we'll come to Randy later.  Now finally, Seth.  He seems to be the
main object of your resentment, so tell me your real feelings about him."

"I would like to be Seth's buddy, doc, but I guess I blew it – that ship
has sailed.  I respect the hell out of the guy.  When Randy first met him
he was pretty much a loser, that's how he described himself.  A day
laborer, wandering from one job to another, drinking away whatever money he
earned.  And confused about his sexuality.

But Randy saw something in him that he admired and gave him a job – and
his self-respect.  He did great on the job and Randy promoted him to site
manager, where he's as firm and fair as Randy.  The crew respects him and
... and he was right to put me in my place the way he did.  Dammit, those
ugly things I said ... Randy' will never forgive me for that, I ... I ..."

Pablo was close to tears and Steve salvaged the moment with his usual
professional calm.  "OK, Pablo, I want to pause here and review.  The
reason I asked for your views on these guys is to find out if there's a
clue here, a pattern.  Do you see a pattern here, Pablo?"

Pablo frowned and considered the question.  "I dunno, doc.  They're all
great guys, I like and admire all of them.  They're all great at their jobs
– started out with nothing and turned their lives around.  I guess you
could say they're all success stories, and I know Randy admires them all."

"Very good, Pablo.  That's how I would have summed it up.  OK, now the hard
part.  You've looked at the victims of your diatribe, your meltdown.  Now
look at the perpetrator – yourself."

Pablo grinned wryly.  "Right now all I see is a total fuckup, doc.
Compared to those guys I'm a fucked-up loser."

"And compared to Randy too?"

"Dammit, doc, you have a way of putting your finger right on the button.  I
worship the guy, always have.  The proudest day of my life was when he
adopted me.  I really want him to be proud of me ... I want to be just like
him."

"OK, hold it right there, Pablo.  Those two things don't go together.  It
doesn't follow that you being just like Randy will make him proud of you.
He'll be proud of you for yourself, not because you're a junior version of
him.  It seems to me that in Randy's absence at work you wanted to take
over for him, behave like him, even to venting your anger over the missing
parts.

"You saw the parts fuckup as damaging Randy's opinion of you.  You just
called yourself a loser because you were not able to be as effective as
Randy.  You see those other guys as success stories and yourself as a
loser, and that's why you yelled at them and insulted them.  What we have
here, Pablo is our old friend – say it with me – low self-esteem."

Pablo couldn't resist a smile, the effect Steve intended.  "OK, just for a
minute, let's look at the real Pablo, at Pablo's good points.  Give me a
list."

Pablo shrugged.  "Well, I'm a damn good mechanic – what I don't know
about cars and trucks ain't worth knowing.  And usually I'm a good teacher
when I'm training Ben – I see it in his eyes when he looks at, me.  I've
been a great lover to Darius all these years – which probably has more
to do with him than me, he's such a terrific guy."

"And personally?"

Pablo grinned.  "Well I guess I look kinda hot ... sexy.  Ripped body and
that Mestizo face.  I'm a pistol in bed, at least Randy and Darius say I
am."

"Not to mention that gorgeous ass."

Pablo chuckled, "I guess, from the way Randy drools every time he looks at
it."

"Pretty impressive picture, don't you think, kid?  Not at all the picture
of a loser, I'd say.  But still, none of this means anything if Randy
doesn't see it that way."

"You've hit that button again, doc.  It all comes down to Randy.  I don't
mind admitting, I'm scared about confessing to him.  What if ...?"

"No ... no what-ifs.  But if it makes you feel any better, you could
rehearse it.  I know my brother real well and I can try to predict his
reactions.  So let's give it a go.  Come into the bedroom."

<><> SEEING DOUBLE <><>

Surprised by this turn of events Pablo followed Steve into the master
bedroom and they stood by the bed facing each other.

"OK, kiddo.  You were right when you said you have to break the news to
Randy personally, just like you did to me earlier.  So I'll play the role
of Randy – shouldn't be hard for you to imagine as I look like him. OK,
you've just told me of the things you did to the guys I love and respect.
My anger mounts as I hear what you did to all these guys.  So what's my
first instinct?"

"To punish me, sir."

"Yeah, and what else?"  Pablo frowned, at a loss, so Steve told him.
"Pablo, Randy loves you like a son – you are his son, by adoption.  So
he has to show you that he still loves you despite what you did –
doesn't forgive you right away, that'll come later – but he still loves
you.  So, punishment and love.  How the hell can he combine those two?"

"Dunno, sir.  But you said you're playing the part of Randy.  So show me."

"OK, imagine he's standing here, just come home on his bike that he always
rides shirtless."  Steve slid his tie off round his neck, then slowly
unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off.  Pablo's cock jerked in his
jeans.  Steve looked so much like his brother – just the cleaned-up
version – with the same muscularity and chiseled looks.

The voice was the same too as he growled.  "OK, boy.  Strip naked."

Pablo obeyed, with the same speed as he did for Randy.  He pulled off his
T-shirt, dropped his jeans, and stood buck naked before the doctor.  Steve
rarely saw Pablo naked and the sight of the handsome, muscular mechanic
gave him an instant hard-on.  Therapists were supposed to suppress their
own feelings and instincts but this time, `fuck that' Steve thought.  He
gave Pablo a shove and he fell on his back on the bed.

"Randy wouldn't be Randy without bondage, so raise your arms, boy."

Obediently Pablo raised his arms to the corner bedposts where the
always-present ropes were already attached.  Steve quickly tied Pablo's
wrists, then paced round the bed staring down at the naked young buck.  He
thought over Pablo's confession, the men he had harmed, and it wasn't hard
to duplicate the anger welling up in Randy.

"You know I have to punish you, boy," he growled.  He kicked off his
loafers, unbuckled his belt and pulled off his slacks and shorts.  Now he
paced naked round the bed and Pablo's cock stood up hard as a rod.

Stripped of the tailored clothes there was now even less difference between
the doc and the construction boss – same build, same body movements,
same piercing blue eyes, same face except for Randy's stubbled jaw and
long, shaggy back hair.  Steve's cock was not quite as thick as Randy's but
still looked lethal.

Steve got on the bed and stood astride Pablo glaring down at him with the
same menacing look as Randy had when he was mad.  He dropped to his knees,
straddling his chest, and snarled, "You stupid kid, daring to insult the
guys I love."

As he spoked, Steve slapped Pablo's face hard for each one he named.
"That's for Ben, my own kid brother.  That's for Ryan, the shy young boy in
the office.  That's for young Red, that sweet plucky kid I love so much.
And these are for Seth, the guy I respect `cos he's like me, he came from
the wrong side of the tracks and made something of himself."

The last name came with two hard slams with the back of his hand, making
the Mestizo face thrash from side to side under the blows.  "Who the fuck
do you think you are, boy?  You think you're taking over for me, being like
me?  `Cos I ain't like that, boy.  I don't insult loyal young kids who are
working hard at their jobs."

Steve actually scared Pablo, assuming the voice and words of his gypsy
brother.  He moved back on the bed, knelt between Pablo's legs and pushed
them up in the air. He leaned forward between them, clamped his hands over
Pablo's biceps on the bed, and pressed the head of his cock between the
cheeks of his flawless ass.  "And this ... this is for you, boy."

"Aaagh!"  Pablo howled as the dry cock plunged deep in his ass.  He pulled
frantically at the ropes, his body writhing on the bed, his head thrashing
wildly from side to side.  Doc Steve was known as a gentle man – but not
this time.  He was as capable of hurt as Randy, but the impulse rarely
surfaced.  Now was one of the few times it did.

It was a ferocious dry fuck that made tears roll down Pablo's cheeks.
Steve's rod pistoned in and out of the naked, bound mechanic who steeled
himself to endure it and prove he was as tough as Randy.  But as Steve had
said, Pablo was not Randy, who could suffer mightily and never submit.  So
unlike the master, the boy did finally submit.  "No, please, sir," he
yelled.  "I can't take anymore ... please, sir ..."

And suddenly it stopped.  The anger faded from the doc's face to be
replaced with a smile.  "So much for the punishment part.  Now for the
love."  He leaned down and closed his mouth over Pablo's in a tender kiss,
while his cock moved gently in and out of his ass, massaging the burning
membrane until the pain lessened and Pablo stopped struggling.

"Now I want to hear an apology."

Pablo gazed up into the piercing blue eyes and he wasn't sure which brother
he was speaking to, Steve or Randy.  But his words were sincere and
heartfelt.  "I'm sorry, sir.  I was angry and frustrated and took it out on
those boys and Seth.  I lost my mind and said ugly things.  I'm ashamed and
embarrassed by that and I want to make amends, sir.  Tell me what I have to
do and I'll do anything you say ... anything."

Steve smiled.  "Anything?  OK, first you have to turn your anger into love
and prove it when I shoot my load in your ass.  You know how to do that."

Steve kissed him again then pulled back, upright on his knees.  He reached
up, grabbed Pablo's ankles and held them high while his cock slid gently in
and out of his ass.  Pablo was mesmerized by the handsome doctor fucking
his ass, his muscles flexing as his arms stretched up and his hips moved
back and forth over him.

The pain had faded and he felt consumed by the pale blue eyes smiling down
at him.  A soothing warmth permeated his body, and he gasped as he felt his
ass flooded with the juice of this powerful man.  His own cock reared up
and spurted semen over his own abs and chest.

They stared at each other until their cocks had drained.  Then Steve pulled
out slowly and smiled down at him.  "Well done, Pablo.  You made a good
start."

<><> WHAT WOULD RANDY DO?  <><>

Steve returned to his role as therapist, grabbed a towel and wiped Pablo's
stomach and chest and his own cock.  "Well," he smiled, that took more than
the regular fifty-minute shrink session but it was time well spent."

As they both got dressed Pablo said, "It was amazing, sir.  I didn't know
if I was getting punished or loved by Randy or his brother."

"It was both, Pablo, and I have a confession to make.  I broke a cardinal
rule of therapy."

"Only one, doc?" Pablo grinned.

"The most important one.  A therapist must always remain dispassionate and
never become emotionally involved with his patient – never let his own
feelings interfere.  And I just did.  While I was assuming the role of
Randy – exploring what might actually happen – I was also taking my
own revenge on behalf of those guys I know and love.  When I heard you
recite what you had done to them it made my stomach churn and I acted as
your dad's brother, not your therapist."

"Sir, do you think Randy will react the way you did?"

"I would bet something on those lines, but I'm a shrink, kiddo, not a
fortune-teller.  Randy can be unpredictable, as you well know."

"What about making amends, sir?  You didn't tell me what I should do."

"Oh that's not for me to say, it's for Randy.  But I once saw what he made
a guy do and it was quite remarkable.  I have an idea he might come up with
the same kind of thing for you.  Of course, Bob will be with him and he's
always a moderating influence on Randy.  So when you apologize to Randy you
better apologize to Bob too. After all, Will is the boy of Bob's twins."

"OK, doc.  I don't feel quite so nervous about it now after what we did.
It's like I've already been through it once – a sort of rehearsal like
you said."

"Good, that was the general idea.  And when Randy gets back I want to see
you both up here in a joint session.  We've a lot to get through.

"But now, speaking again as your friend, not your doctor, would you like to
stay to lunch?  I know Tommy wants you to."

"Yes please, I would like that, sir.  And I promise I won't even mention
Randy.  I'll wait till he comes home, and I'll face the music then."

"Don't worry, Pablo. Just remember Randy loves you – no matter what he
does to you."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 520


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