Date: Sat, 29 Aug 2020 19:32:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 521  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 521
By Rob Williams

Chapter 521 – "PABLO & HIS BOY GET TOUGH"

IN THIS CHPTER

After subjecting his boy Pablo to humiliating discipline, boss Randy
devises a way to restore Pablo's pride.  The rugged gypsy submits to the
young mechanic in a wildly erotic sexual role-reversal.  Meanwhile, Randy's
lover Bob shares his bed with Pablo's boy Tyler.  Under Tyler's youthful
shyness Bob discovers a sexy young jock waiting to assert his own strong
sexuality, just like his master Pablo.
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<><>   IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER    <><>

Pablo's angry flare-up had rocked the tribe.

The handsome young mechanic, the adopted son of boss Randy, had behaved
worse than ever before in this latest arrogant outburst, where he managed
to insult his young assistant Ben, the office-boy Ryan and the
freckle-faced young chef Will.  And worse, he had flung ugly accusations at
Will's dad Seth.

When Pablo confessed to his dad Randy, the rugged gypsy reacted with icy
contempt for the boy.  Randy himself was prone to anger, but mistreating
any of the boys really enraged him as he himself loved and protected all
the boys.  Pablo expected a whipping and brutal fuck, but instead Randy
subjected him to a worse punishment – the agonizing pain of humiliation.

Randy withdrew his love and support from his boy.  He scornfully turned his
back on him and forced Pablo to watch as Randy had passionate sex with his
lover Bob.  Pablo worshipped Randy, and he would normally have been the
recipient of the big gypsy's affection and lust, so his humiliation now
reduced him to tears of frustration.

His indignity deepened when Bob, the tribe's co-leader, devised a plan
where Pablo would work for the two boys he had trash-talked.  The first day
he was forced to take orders from young Ryan in the office, and on the
second day from the assistant chef Will in the kitchen.

At first he found the experience humbling, but gradually he grew to
appreciate the boys' hard work and their importance to the tribe.  He
realized that the tribe consisted of one big mutually supportive team,
where he, as chief mechanic, was just one cog in the wheel.

The final humiliation came when he had to take the crew's lunches to the
construction site, and Will had insisted Pablo wear an apron handling
food. Randy finally managed an amused smile when he saw him. "Did Will tell
you to wear that apron?  Huh, he never wears an apron when he delivers
food.  I think he's doing a number on you, boy."  But Randy's smile was
worth all the pain and humiliation. Maybe, just maybe, Pablo thought, it
was the light at the end of the tunnel.

When it was time to cook dinner Bob cheerfully joined Will and Pablo in the
kitchen, and when they served it up, all three took the traditional chefs'
bow.  To deafening applause Bob kissed Will, then turned to Pablo.  "Well
done, Pablo," he said, and kissed him full on the lips.

Bob's kiss was a sign to the whole tribe that Pablo had his approval, and
this sorry chapter was coming to a close.  Actual forgiveness was up to
Randy, but Bob's embrace had set the course.

But during dinner Pablo was still on tenterhooks and glanced furtively at
Randy wondering how his dad would treat him now, after he had served his
penance.  Signs were pointing in the right direction, but Randy always had
the last word, and he could be unpredictable.

After dinner, when Pablo was helping Will clean up the kitchen the phone
rang – it was Bob.  Will answered, then said to Pablo, "Bob said Randy
wants to see you over at their house.  And Pablo, I want to thank you for
your help today and ... and to say that I never stopped loving you.  No
matter what happens, you've always been one of my heroes."

Pablo wrapped his arms tight round Will.  "Thanks for saying that Will.  It
means a lot."

Pablo went over to Randy and Bob's house – the Boss House – and when
he went upstairs he was surprised to see Bob standing with Pablo's boy
Tyler, who was beaming. "Sir, Bob has asked me to spend the night with him.
Is it OK?  Can I?"

Pablo said, "Of course, kiddo, if that's what you want – and who
wouldn't?" he grinned.  "But ..."

"But where's Randy?" Bob smiled.  "You'll find him in the guestroom."

This was it.  Trembling now Pablo went down the hall to the guestroom,
knocked and went in.  He stood rooted to the spot staring at Randy, who was
lying on his back on the bed.  He was buck naked, his arms bent, hands
linked behind his head.

"Hey, kid.  Well don't just stand there.  Take your clothes off – real
slow.  I wanna watch."

========= CHAPTER 521 =========

<><> PABLO PUTS ON A SHOW <><>

Pablo was surprised to see Randy lying naked on his back on the bed, and
felt relieved by his order for him to get naked.

Up to now his dad had treated him coldly, had turned his back on him, but
now he apparently wanted him – at least as a sexual turn on. Pablo
didn't know how far Randy's desire went but he was eager to appear as sexy
as possible and excite the big gypsy's lust, an art he had perfected long
ago.

He was wearing what young Eddie laughingly called his `butch look' –
jeans, boots and a sleeveless denim shirt over a white T-shirt.  First, he
slowly unbuttoned the shirt and let it hang open over the T-shirt that
stretched tightly over his bulging pecs.  He saw Randy's hand slide down to
his cock and stroke it idly.

Pablo turned round, his back to Randy, knowing that the tail of the shirt
hung down over his ass.  He shrugged the shirt back on his shoulders and
let it drop to reveal his butt.  Randy's gaze zeroed in on the prefect ass
that had driven him wild since the first day they met.  His tight jeans
molded perfectly over round globes and Pablo reached behind him and ran his
hands over them. He heard Randy's low moan from the bed and knew he was
having the desired effect.

He turned around and faced Randy, his thumbs in his waistband.  It was the
macho image of a young muscle stud, arms flexing under the short sleeves of
his T-shirt that clung to his torso, the slabs of his pecs and ridges of
his abs clearly etched underneath.  "Fuck," Randy growled softly.  Pablo
paced round the bed, just as Randy had earlier when it was Bob lying naked
on the bed.

He ended up standing at the foot of the bed.  He reached both hands behind
his neck, grabbed his T-shirt and slowly pulled it up.  The shirt pulled
clear of his waistband and rose up over his ripped washboard abs.  Randy
stroked his cock faster as he watched the shirt rise up clear of his solid
pecs and then off over his head.  He tossed it down on the bed beside Randy
with a hint of arrogance that he knew turned his dad on.

"Fuck," Randy breathed again.  This was one of his favorite images of the
macho young mechanic stripped to the waist, his tight, beltless jeans
clinging to his slim waist, to his muscled thighs and the bulge at his
crotch.  Randy's eyes ran all the way up from the bulge, over the long sexy
waist, the washboard abs, the cleft between his pecs, up to his face and
its chiseled Mestizo features, high cheekbones with slightly slanted brown
eyes and jet-black hair that flopped over his high forehead.

This was how Pablo always worked repairing trucks on the construction site,
sometimes bending over a truck's open hood, showing off his ass, then
straightening up and wiping the sweat from his face with the greasy back of
his hand.  Many times Randy had watched from the window of his trailer
office on the site, and had ripped open his pants, pulled out his cock and
jerked off, spraying jizz all over the window, and wiping it off before any
of the guys noticed.

And now here was that same stud mechanic facing him – no grease this
time but beads of sweat starting to run down the deep cleft of his pecs as
the bulge in his jeans grew bigger.  When Pablo casually grabbed his bulge
Randy groaned, "Fucking hell, man.  Shit, that's hot.  I wanna see that ass
man."

Pablo took that as an order from the boss, and turned his back to him
again.  He bent low to unlace his work-boots, making the denim of his jeans
stretch tight over his ass.  He pulled off his boots and socks, then turned
and tossed the socks to Randy, who pressed them to his nose, then bit into
them and inhaled the smell and taste.

There he stood, shirtless and barefoot in jeans.  He waited, teasing his
master who growled, "Don't fuck with me, boy.  You know what I want."

"Yes, sir.  You want my ass."

"Damn straight I do.  Don't turn round again.  I can see your butt in the
wall mirror behind you."

Pablo's brown Mestizo eyes stared at Randy as he slowly unbuttoned his
jeans, then slid his hands under the waistband and pushed them down slowly.
Randy stroked his own cock faster as he looked in the wall mirror and saw
the top of the jeans slide down from his waist.  He saw the top curve of
his ass exposed, then the rise-up and slope-down until the full ass was
bare, the perfect white globes contrasting with the tan-lines at top and
bottom.

"Holy fucking shit," Randy breathed, pounding his cock now, eyes riveted on
the perfect ass in the mirror, then on the ripped body, the long cock
swinging between his muscled thighs.  "Show off that body, man.  Turn me
the fuck on, dude."

There was a glimmer of a roguish smile on Pablo's face as he raised bent
arms and flexed his biceps in a classic bodybuilder pose.  He kissed his
pecs, then went through more of the posing routine.  He pressed his fists
into his waist and flared his lats ... he grabbed his opposite wrist and
flexed his bent arm, his shoulders and rock-hard pecs.

Finally he relaxed and stroked his semi-hard dick until it stood out proud
and erect as a flagpole.  He stroked it faster but Randy panted, "Don't you
dare shoot boy.  I've got plans for you.  Damn you're a sexy fucking son-
of-a-bitch."

The swarthy, muscular gypsy was pounding his cock in his fist in a frenzy
of lust.  "You're driving me wild, boy... Fuck you're gonna make me bust my
load ... I'm real close ... I'm gonna cum ... fuck ... fuck ... yeahhh!"
The gypsy roared as his cock exploded in a stream of juice that splashed
down on his heaving chest, followed by another spurt, and another until his
abs, pecs and even his face were smothered in semen.

Randy stared at the hot, naked mechanic and, as his breathing subsided, he
said in his deep, guttural voice.  "You're not my boy anymore, stud ..."
Pablo felt a stab of panic.

"... you're my man!"

<><> THE BOSS EATS IT <><>

"Thank you, sir."  Pablo clasped his hands behind his back and bowed his
head submissively.

"No – not that," Randy said.  "Look up, be proud, clench your fists."
Pablo obeyed, making direct eye contact, arms straight at his sides, fists
clenched.

"That's better.  I wanna tell you something, man.  When I treated you with
contempt and made you suffer watching Bob and me make love, it was just as
painful for me as it was for you.  I love you, boy, and it was hard to turn
my back on you, but I had to punish you for what you did. And you took that
punishment like a man.

"And Bob came up with an even better way of testing you, making you take
orders from two junior boys, Ryan and Will, working as their assistant.
I'll tell you this, it takes a real man to suffer humiliation like that
without resisting or complaining.  Bob was real proud of you, told me he
had found new respect for you – and if Bob says that, it's good enough
for me.

"Pablo, I realize that kind of submission went against every fiber of your
being as a tough, dominant young buck.  But you came through like a champ.
It was Bob's intention to teach as well as punish you, and he tells me you
learned a lot about the tribe and your place in it – a cog in a much
bigger wheel, as we all are."

"Even you, sir?"

"Yeah, especially me.  I may be the big bad boss, throwing my orders
around, but without our team – the construction crew, the men and boys,
and guys like you – to back me up I'd be nothing – still a wandering
gypsy looking for work."

Pablo smiled, and his love and respect for this incredible man took another
leap.

"OK, so what comes next, boy?  We've spent the last few days tearing you
down, it's time to build you back up, restore your self-respect as the
dominant stud you really are.  And there's one sure way to do that.  Come
over here."

Pablo went and stood by the side of the bed and Randy looked up at him,
buck naked, muscles flexed, a resolute look on his chiseled Mestizo
features, tousled black hair falling over his forehead.  And his cock was
still hard as a rock.

"Man, you're fucking gorgeous.  I knew I wanted you that first day we met
when I rescued you from that gang in the desert. You were just a kid and
when you got behind me on the bike I asked if you could hold on tight.
I'll never forget what you said.  "Sir, I'll hold on tight to you for as
long as you want."

"And I'm still holding on tight, sir," Pablo grinned.

"Yeah but you're not a kid anymore, dude, far from it.  And that hunk a'
meat you got there ain't a kid's cock neither.  Like I said, stud, you're
all man."

Randy propped himself on one elbow, reached across with his free hand and
grabbed Pablo's cock.  He leaned further, and wrapped his mouth round the
cock, letting it slide all the way down his throat."

Pablo was so stunned that for a moment his cock softened.  But when he
looked down at the swarthy, gypsy face with its stubbled jaw, his mouth
clenched round his cock, all his natural dominance surged through him and
his body caught fire.  Impulsively he grabbed Randy's long black hair and
pulled his face down harder on his cock.

"That's it, man," Pablo growled, "let's see the boss eat his man's dick.
You broke me down, dude ... now it's my turn."

Randy loved hearing his boy's confidence rearing up again and he swallowed
the cock whole, letting the young mechanic yank his face down and up,
driving the shaft in deeper each time.  Pablo knew there was no way he
could face-fuck a submission out of Randy.  The rugged gypsy could absorb
anything, even a savage face-poinding, so Pablo contented himself with the
erotic role-reversal sensation of sliding his rod into the mouth of the man
he idolized.

In fact, the image of the alpha top-man sucking dick was so pornographic
that it was Pablo himself who was on the verge of submission by shooting
his load down his throat.  When he pulled out abruptly to avoid that, Randy
smiled.  "Can't take anymore, eh stud?  But damn, I love the taste of my
man's cock."

He licked Pablo's balls, then pulled first one then the other into his
mouth, pursed his lips round the scrotum and pulled.  "Aaagh!" Pablo
yelled.  "You're crushing my nuts, man.  Fuck you, man.  No ... you're
killing me.  Stop ... OK, I submit ... I submit."

Instantly Randy released his balls and laughed.  "Godammit, you're tough,
but now I know how to get a quick submission from you – go for the nuts.
But it turns me on good to see you on top, dude, so take it all the way.
Let me see what you got, man."

<><> THIS IS FOR YOU, DAD <><>

Pablo's self-confidence came flooding back as Randy launched the challenge
– and he knew exactly what he had to do.  He was already naked, his cock
was already wet, and the boss was on his back on the bed ... waiting.

Assuming the role, and the position, that Randy always took, the fired-up
Mestizo knelt on the bed between Randy's legs and pushed them up high.  He
leaned into the legs and wrapped his arms round them, so his stiff cock was
only inches from the gypsy's hairy ass.  "You say you wanna see what I
got?"

"Aaagh!"  Randy roared as Pablo plunged his cock deep inside his ass in one
penetrating stroke.  "That's what I got, man, and there's more where that
came from."  He pulled back, paused, then buried his cock deep inside
again.  After a few more powerful strokes the gypsy's face was thrashing
from side to side on the bed, his long black hair whipping across his face.
In a defensive move Randy hammered his fists against Pablo's, a savage
pec-punching to match the savage fuck.

The two muscular men, father and son, pounded each other until Pablo
suddenly stopped and stared down at the grimacing face. After he caught his
breath he said, "I've got it in me to torture that ass, and you know it,
man.  But in the last few days I learned what it takes to make a man –
and it ain't necessarily a brutal butt-fuck, throwing a punch, or even my
perfect forearm smash to the gut.  A real man can dominate a guy in a whole
different way – by making love to him as I saw you and Bob do.  You two
making love is a kind of passionate dominance – of each other."

"You got that in you too, boy?"

"I think so, sir.  Let's find out."  Pablo leaned forward and rested his
palms on Randy's chest.  His hips pulled slowly back, his cock slid almost
all the way out, then eased back in, tenderly this time as their eyes bored
into each other."

"Fuck," Randy groaned.  "That is intense, man.  God, you feel good in my
ass."  He reached up and ran his hands over the muscular contours of
Pablo's chest, his abs, shoulders and arms, savoring the feel of the solid
flesh that flexed under his touch while he slowly massaged his ass.

Using the skills Randy had taught him Pablo toyed with his ass.  He drove
in deep, then slowly withdrew, but paused.  He pulled almost out, making
Randy plead, "No, don't stop ... please, man ... fuck me ... don't stop."
Randy moaned with relief as the cock slid in again, deeper and deeper each
time.  Pablo grinned his crooked grin. "See? I learned from the best –
my dad."

The bond between father and son, which had been stretched to the breaking
point in the last few days, was finally mending in this most intense union
of men – not only physical but an emotional male bonding as the boy
topped the man.  Pablo had sought a way to repair the damage he had caused
– and now Randy was offering that way to him.

The homoerotic display of love and lust went on and on until both men knew
they were reaching their climax.  Randy dug the fingers of one hand into
Pablo's chest while his other hand stroked his cock faster.  Pablo waited
for just the right moment.  They had talked of the mystical union between
Bob and Randy and, while Pablo knew he could never match that, he wanted to
feel closer to Randy than ever before.

Copying what he had seen Randy do with Bob, Pablo grabbed Randy's wrists
and pinned them to the bed level with his face.  Still massaging his ass
gently he gazed down at Randy's iceberg blue eyes.  Randy looked up at the
brown, slanted Mestizo eyes and saw deeper into his boy than ever.  He saw
the strength, the youthful conflict and the passion that combined to create
the complex young man that he loved.  And he saw him smile that sexy
crooked smile.

"This is for you, dad.  I'm sorry for what I put you through, I promise to
do better and make you proud of me."  He grinned, "So, you gorgeous sexy
mother-fucker.  This is for you ..."

He pulled his cock all the way out, stared into the pale blue eyes ... and
drove his cock back in his ass in one deep powerful plunge that made the
dark gypsy howl and made his cock rear up in an explosive orgasm that
splashed cum all over his heaving body.  His ass muscles contracted round
Pablo's swollen cock that unloaded a blast of semen deep inside it.

And in that dramatic man-on-man climax the chastened boy had reasserted his
masculinity and regained the respect of his hero.

<><> THOSE BOYS ARE LIKE GOLD <><>

A few minutes later they lay propped on one elbow gazing at each other.  "I
meant it, sir.  I'll make you proud of me again."

"I know you will, dude.  What hurt me most was the way you treated those
kids.  Not the kids, Pablo, they're like gold.  They look up to us, and we
have to earn their love.  That's what makes us men."

"I know how you love and nurture the boys, sir.  And I really think this
last mess I made has changed me – I feel different, mostly toward those
boys I used to dismiss so scathingly, thinking the chief mechanic and
`boss's boy' was way above them all.  I've seen how they live and work, and
how they think.  And I think I better understand the love you have for
them.  I'll try to be more like you."

"But like I said before, Pablo, I don't want you to become a clone of me.
God knows there are things about me no one should copy.  You gotta be your
own man, dude, `cos I love watching you grow.  That boy you've got, that
sweet, shy young kid Tyler, idolizes you, it shows in his shining eyes
every time he looks at you.  And you gotta be worthy of that."

Randy chuckled.  "`Course, right now the boy is probably in his own little
piece of heaven, wrapped up in Bob's arms.  I envy the boy."

"Envy?  But you sleep with Bob every night of your life, sir."

"Yeah," Randy grinned.  "But I can never get enough of the guy.  He's my
life and soul."

<><> BOB & TYLER SHARE A BED <><>

Randy was right about Tyler's little slice of heaven.  When Bob had asked
him to spend the night with him he was nervous and intimidated at first.
How can a mere kid ever satisfy a man like Bob, so beautiful, so powerful?

But Bob had a knack of putting nervous young guys instantly at their ease
– it was something in the tone of voice, and in those deep brown eyes.
"Randy and Pablo have a lot of fences to mend," he told Tyler.  "It's
almost as if they have to rediscover each other, and I have a strong
feeling that a night together will do the trick.

"In any case," Bob smiled, "you and I have never really had the chance to
get to know each other, so a night together could do the trick for us too.
Don't worry, we won't do anything you don't want to.  We can just fall
asleep together if you like – nice and easy."

"That would be great, sir," Tyler smiled shyly.  But nice and easy was
easier said than done, especially when they got ready for bed.

Bob watched out of the corner of his eye as Tyler hurriedly kicked off his
sneakers, pulled off his T-shirt and shorts, got quickly into bed in his
boxers briefs, and pulled the sheets up to his chest.  Bob prepared to take
his clothes off knowing Tyler was watching him.

But he was more subtle than the muscle-flexing show Pablo had put on for
Randy.  He unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off.  He was wearing his
usual V-neck white T-shirt underneath, and smart black slacks and loafers
with no socks.  He walked over to the closet to drape his shirt over a
hanger.

Pretending to doze Tyler watched through half-closed eyes as Bob moved
about the room, his T-shirt stretched over his muscular torso.  Finally, he
pulled it off casually over his head and tossed it into the laundry hamper.
He walked to the foot of the bed and smiled down at Tyler.  You asleep
already, Tyler?"

"N ... not quite, sir," he said, opening his eyes and staring at the
handsome muscle-god, shirtless in black slacks that hugged his slim waist.

"Would you like some water by the bed?"

"If you're having some, sir, yes please."  He watched Bob go into the
bathroom and heard water running.  His heart was beating so wildly he was
afraid Bob would hear it when he came back.

He returned with two glasses of water and placed one on the night-table
beside Tyler.  As Bob leaned over, Tyler got a close look at his abs and
chest and noticed a singled bead of sweat running down between his pecs.
There was nothing the boy could do to stop his cock getting hard and he
pulled his knees up a little so the tented sheet hid his boner.

Bob walked round the bed to put his own glass on the other side-table, then
kicked off his loafers and placed them half under the bed.  He suddenly
yawned and stretched, making his biceps and shoulders flex as he raised his
arms.  "I suddenly realize how tired I am, kiddo – it's been a long
couple of days.  Now let's hope this unhappy saga has run its course."

"Sir, do you think Pablo will be OK?"

Bob sat on the bed beside Tyler and smiled down at him.  Tyler, years ago I
would ask myself the same question about Randy when he lost his temper, his
fists flew and got into a fight with another tough alpha male.  But you
know, I needn't have worried `cos Randy was a tough nut to break and could
always take care of himself.  Your guy Pablo has the same toughness as his
dad, so I wouldn't worry about him.  But it was good of you to show concern
for the man you love so much."

He bent down and kissed Tyler lightly on the lips.  Tyler pulled his knees
back a little higher to disguise his growing boner.

"Anyway, time for bed," Bob said and stood up.  Tyler watched him as he
unbuttoned his pants and pulled them off.  Now only in white boxer shorts
he folded the pants, walked to the closet and put them over a hanger.  He
casually took off his shorts and flung them in the laundry hamper, then
walked back to the bed butt naked, his long cock swinging between his legs.

"You prefer that side of the bed, Tyler?"

"Whatever you like, sir."

"OK by me.  I'll climb in behind you."  Bob, got into bed and pulled the
sheets up to his waist.  Tyler lay with his back to him and Bob snuggled up
against him and wrapped an arm over him.  "Feels good, eh kid?"

"Very good, sir."  Tyler could hardly believe he was in bed with this
handsome superman, a co-leader of the tribe and Randy's lover.  He felt
safe, not only for himself but for his master Pablo who he was sure had the
love and protection of Bob and Randy.  He closed his eyes.  As Bob had
said, it had been a long, hard couple of days and he was tired.  But sleep
wouldn't come.

If only his heart wouldn't beat so fast, if only he could get rid of his
boner.  He listened to Bob's steady breathing, felt his chest rising and
falling against his back, and assumed he was already asleep.  But it was
worth a try ... `cos he would never fall asleep like this.

<><> HOW TO HANDLE A BONER <><>

"Sir," Tyler said softly.  "Are you asleep?"

"Not yet.  Something troubling you, Tyler?"

"No, sir."  After a long silence, he asked, "Sir, what's the best way to
get rid of a boner?"

Bob had expected a question something like this and smiled to himself,
still pressed against his back.  "Well, the easiest and quickest way is to
jerk off."

"Oh," Tyler said quietly, somewhat deflated.

"'Course," Bob said, "there are lots of ways of doing that.  You could
watch a porn flick, or look at pictures of hot men – like that picture
of Jason in the fireman's calendar."

"Oh, the August page, sir.  Yeah, I've jerked off a lot to that, all the
boys have."

"Talking of Jason, you could also beat off looking at yourself in the
mirror.  Jason does that a lot while his boy Ben watches him.  Ben loves
that.  Or, of course, you could just jack off lying in bed fantasizing
about something.  Tell me, Tyler.  When you do that, what do you think
about?"

"Oh, Pablo, sir, always."  Another long pause.  "Well, not always.
Sometimes I think about you, sir, and the time me and Finn watched from the
bushes as you and Randy fucked.  That was awesome – we jerked each other
off watching."

Bob smiled again and imagined (correctly) that Tyler was blushing
deeply. "I'm flattered, Tyler."

Tyler suddenly turned over and faced Bob on the pillow.  His blush faded as
he said excitedly, "It was so great, sir, two gorgeous top-men fucking like
that.  You were both so into it.  `Course, Randy was fucking you, sir, and
I was wondering if ... well if you ever fuck him, sir.  Finn said you
prob'ly do, but I wasn't so sure.  Do you, sir ... ever?"

"Sure I do, kiddo, quite often, and Randy loves it.  Some guys call it role
reversal – like if you were to fuck Pablo."

Again Tyler blushed.  "Pablo did ask me to do that a couple of times.  At
first it felt so strange that I kept losing my hard-on, but when I got hard
again it was amazing."

Bob grinned, "You wanna know something, kiddo?  I have a pretty good idea
that, right now, there's a bit of role reversal going on down the hall."

Tyler frowned, then his eyes opened wide.  "You mean ... you mean Pablo is
fucking Randy?"

"I'd bet money on it.  I know Randy, and he'll be wanting Pablo to get his
macho back after being disciplined the way he was.  Randy loves how tough
and dominant Pablo can be and that's a surefire way to prove he still has
it."

"Wow," Tyler said, imagining what that must look like.

Bob grinned, "But all this don't solve your current problem, kiddo.  In
fact, all this sex talk has probably made it worse.  Let's see ..."  He
reached down and felt the boy's cock.  "Yup, just as I thought – stiff
as a poker.  You better decide how you're gonna get rid of that so you can
get some sleep."

Tyler frowned and looked confused.  So Bob helped him out.  "Of course, I
always think that when there's two in a bed it's kind of a waste for one of
them to run to the bathroom and jack off.  I mean buddies should help each
other out, don't you think?"

Tyler brightened.  "That's what I always think, sir.  That's what my pal
Finn and me do after gardening in the hot sun.  Makes us horny, but we
don't run in the bushes and jerk off."

"So what do you do?"

`Well, sir, sometimes we fuck, but what I like best is to suck Finn's cock,
he likes that.  He says when he was a hustler he made his customers suck
him off.  All he had to do was lie back, close his eyes and think of
something else, then cum in their mouths and collect the money."

Bob roared with laughter.  "Easy money, eh?  Yeah, our Finn sure knew how
to turn tricks."

When Bob laughed like that he lit up and looked so hot and so sexy that
Tyler blurted out, "I'd like to suck your dick, sir, like I do Finn's ..."
He stopped suddenly and blushed again.  "Oh, sorry, sir, that just spilled
out, I didn't mean it."

"You didn't mean it?"

"Well of course I meant it, sir – what boy wouldn't love to suck your
cock?  And I'm pretty good at it too.  But why would you want that?  You're
not into me ... you're right at the stop pf the ladder and I'm at the
bottom ... I'm just ..."

"No – stop right there Tyler.  You're not just anything – just a boy,
just a gardener.  You're Tyler, a much-loved member of the tribe ... hell,
you're the boss's boy's boy if you wanna look at it like that.  You gotta
be more positive about yourself.  Get up, kid, let's take a look at you."

Rather startled, Tyler jumped out of bed and stood by it looking down at
Bob.  Bob gazed up at the boy who was standing at attention, as if for
inspection, naked except for his boxer briefs that bulged over his big
erection.  You know Tyler, you are what we used to call in my youth a hot
number.  You have a real sexy look and that body is flawless, not huge like
the muscle guys Hassan and Zack, but fat-free and really ripped.  Have you
been working out a lot?"

"Yes, sir, I work out with Pablo in the gym here and he really pushes me
hard."

"With great results!  Go over to the mirror and look at yourself."  Tyler
did as he was told and stared at the boy in the mirror – the boy Bob had
just glowingly described.  Bob was right, he did look kinda good.  He
stroked the bulge in his briefs and felt his cock jump.  He heard Bob say,
"Take off the shorts, boy."  He pushed them down and watched his own cock
leap out.

He touched it and recalled what Bob had said about Jason jerking off in
front of a mirror.  He flexed his muscles and started to stroke his cock.
But Bob chuckled, "Hey, not so fast, junior.  The mirror is for when you're
all alone.  Remember I said buddies should help each other out.

"Sorry, sir."  Tyler turned round to face the bed ... and he gasped.  Bob
had pushed the sheets off him and now lay naked, his hands linked behind
his head – and his huge cock was erect.

<><> WHAT TO DO WITH STRAYING HANDS <><>

So what did you say you'd like to do to me, boy?"

"I ..." Tyler croaked and cleared his throat.  "I'd like to suck your dick
please, sir."

"Good.  Come over here."

Tyler crossed the room and stood up against the side of the bed.  Bob rose
up on one elbow, leaned toward the boy and flicked out his tongue at his
penis.  When it touched the head the cock reared up in response.  His heart
beating wildly Tyler could hardly believe the sight of the chiseled face,
the tousled dark hair and deep brown eyes of the muscle-god licking all the
way up his cock.  His tongue touched the pre-cum oozing from the tip and
pulled slowly away, drawing the liquid out in a fine gossamer thread.

Mesmerized, the boy felt the start of his orgasm – and the
ever-sensitive Bob pulled away.  "Don't cum, boy.  And don't get any ideas.
This ain't another role-reversal thing, not like in the room down the hall.
I'm the boss here, OK?"

"Yes, sir," Tyler said eagerly.  "Yes please, sir."

"OK, just so long as we understand each other."  Bob countered the strict
tone of voice with a dazzling smile, then lay back with his hands linked
behind his head as before.  "OK, you say you're good at sucking cock?"

"Yes, sir.  Pablo says I'm real good.  See, I've had lessons from Eddie.
He gets all the junior boys together in a group and he trains us as we
practice blowjobs on each other."

That image almost made Bob burst out laughing but he stifled a smile and
said, "OK, kid.  This time it's just one man and one cock, so let's see
what you got."

Tyler knelt by the bed, leaned down and licked Bob's balls, inhaling the
musky scent of his dark mass of pubic hair. His tongue traveled all the way
up the thick shaft, he licked the head, then lowered his mouth over the
cock and swallowed it all the way down.  Using all the tricks he had
rehearsed with Eddie and used all the time on Pablo, he gave Bob's rod a
workout that had him groaning with pleasure.

Still resting his head back on his linked hands Bob looked up at the
ceiling and said, "Damn you're right, you are real good, kiddo.  Keep
munching on it, boy.

Tyler always loved going down on Pablo – but this was different.  This
was the co-boss of the tribe, the man who looked like superman, the man
Randy worshipped and all the men and boys loved.  And he, Tyler, was
actually sucking his cock!  He loved the taste and the feel of the thick
shaft filling his mouth, he clenched his throat round it, pursed his lips
and drew them all the way up, listening to the big man's ecstatic moans.

Reflexively Tyler reached down to his own cock that was shuddering on the
edge of orgasm.  He wrapped his hand round it and started to stroke ...
But then, "No!"  Bob shoved Tyler off him so hard he reared up on his feet
and staggered backward.  Bob leapt off the bed and faced him.  "You were
gonna jerk off.  Did I say you could jerk off, boy?"

"No, sir ... I'm sorry, sir.  It's just that ... mmm ..." Bob silenced him
with a long, tender kiss, then pulled back and smiled.  "Just kidding,
Tyler, I'm not gonna play that fierce master act with you, I like you too
much for that.  But I am gonna fuck your ass, I think we both knew that all
along.  But we've gotta do something about those hands that keep wanting to
jerk you off.  They've got a life of their own". Bob frowned.  "How can we
keep them away from your dick?"

Tyler saw the twinkle in his eye and said quietly, "Tie them up, sir?"

"Hey, great idea kiddo.  I would never have thought of that.  And you know
Randy, always has ropes tied round the bedposts for just such an emergency.
OK, kiddo, looks like you're gonna be my prisoner, so you can either fight
against it or ..."

Tyler eagerly ran to the bed, threw himself down on his bed, stretched his
arms up to the corner bedposts and grinned up at Bob, who laughed, "Well, I
guess that answers that."  He quickly tied the boy's hands to the posts and
stared down at him.  "OK, so I guess you really are my boy for the night
– on loan from Pablo.  And tomorrow I'll deliver him back to you and
he'll ask me if you've been a good boy."

"Oh, I'll be a good boy for you, sir, I promise," Tyler said earnestly.

Bob smiled, "I have no doubt about that, kiddo.  No doubt at all."

<><> BUTTERFLY WINGS <><>

"Right," Bob said, "you've made my cock good and wet but I'm still gonna
use lube.  I don't want you to feel even a trace of pain – this has to
be all pleasure, for you and for me."

"Thank you, sir."

Bob dipped his fingers in the jar of lube by the bed and stroked his cock.
Tyler stared up at him, still hardly believing that he was gonna get
butt-fucked by this gorgeous hunk.  But he knew it was real when Bob knelt
on the bed and pushed his legs back.  His deep brown eyes smiled down at
him as he said, "If it hurts and you want me to stop, just tell me, OK?"

"OK, sir.  But I won't want you to stop.  I want it too much."  He breathed
deeply and relaxed his ass as he felt Bob's cock slide in almost
imperceptibly.

At first Tyler wasn't sure what was happening.  He was used to a more
forceful fuck from Pablo, but now, for a moment there was nothing.  But
then, as the cock eased in deeper, he felt warmth spreading from his ass
and all through his body.  The feeling of euphoria was increased by Bob's
tender gaze and his deep, almost hypnotic voice. "You feel that, Tyler?
You feel me inside you, deeper and deeper.  You're such and sexy young man,
Tyler.  No wonder Pablo chose you as his boy.  Makes me feel so good to be
inside Pablo's boy."

As he massaged Tyler's ass and spoke softly to him Bob saw a subtle change
come over the boy.  Bob had always sensed that under Tyler's shyness there
was a confident young man waiting to emerge.  And that's what he was
witnessing now, like a butterfly emerging from the chrysalis and spreading
its wings.

Bob smiled, "How's that feel Tyler?  You look so handsome lying there.
Pablo is such a lucky guy, he gets to make love to you all the time."

Tyler grinned enthusiastically.  "I feel terrific, sir.  Damn, I love
getting fucked by you, looking up at the gorgeous body and face.  You are a
helluva beautiful man, sir – and I'm your prisoner."

Even Tyler's words and his tone of voice were different, and the change in
him excited Bob as he continued to fuck him gently but deeply.  His lithe
young body writhed slowly as he pulled at his bound wrists, which gave him
an increasingly virile look.

As Bob gazed down at his gradually changing expression he realized that the
men and boys of the tribe had always looked on Tyler as a nice, shy kid who
needed protection.  Pablo was certainly a macho master, and even his pal
Finn, the tough ex-hustler, was the more assertive of the two gardeners.
But now Bob was seeing a newly confident young jock writhing beneath him
... and it turned Bob on.

He increased the pace and said, "Dude, you are one hot fuck and I can't
hold out much more."

"Me neither," Tyler grinned.  "I can cum just like this – no hands."

"OK, tiger, that's quite a boast.  Let's see if you got it in you.  Come
on, stud, let's do it."

They grinned at each other – more like fuck buddies than master and boy
– and Tyler yelled, "Fuck, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna shoot ... let me
feel your jizz in my ass ... yeaahh!"

Bob saw his ripped body flex and his head fly back as cum spurted so high
from his cock that it splashed on Bob's chest.  With one last lunge Bob
blasted semen in the hot ass of his lusty young captive impaled on his
cock.

Bob bent down and kissed Tyler as their cocks drained.  Then he pulled back
and smiled, "Well that was different.  Did it feel different to you, dude?"

"Yeah, it did kinda.  Not sure why, but ... You were an awesome fuck, sir
– almost as good as Pablo."

Bob roared with laughter.  "High praise indeed."

Tyler blushed.  "Sorry, sir, that was a dumb thing to say."  The shyness
was back as his adrenaline drained.

"Tyler, nothing you say is dumb, because you're honest and speak from the
heart. But I gotta tell you, looking down at you, tied up with my dick in
your ass, you were a different boy – no, not a boy, a handsome young
jock.  Pablo is gonna go wild for that.  OK, don't let's shower – quick
towel off then straight to sleep eh?"

Bob untied Tyler's wrists, wiped the cum off both of them with a towel, and
slid under the covers.  This is how they had started out – Bob pressed
against Tylers back, his arm wrapped over him.  Sleep was no problem this
time, but before he dropped off Tyler said, "Sir, what you said about me
being a jock. Will you tell Pablo that?"

"I won't have to, dude.  He'll see the change for himself.  Especially when
he takes you to bed."

Tyler smiled a satisfied smile ... and was asleep in minutes

<><> A NEW MAN – A NEW BOY <><>

Early next morning Randy and Pablo in the guestroom were woken by a knock
on the door and Tyler came in.  Actually he strode in, shirtless in shorts
and sneakers.  "'Morning, sirs," he said brightly.  "The twins have brought
breakfast for all of us and set it up in the master bedroom.  So Bob and me
invite you to join us there."

Pablo disentangled himself from Randy's arms and sat up rubbing his eyes.
"Hey, kid.  What happened to you last night?  You look ... different.
Sexier than ever."

"Randy sat up and grinned, "Amazing what a night with Bob will do.  I feel
like a new guy too every morning when I wake up beside him.  Come on,
Pablo, I'm starved."

They got dressed and followed Tyler back to the main bedroom where Bob was
standing beside a table loaded with breakfast, courtesy of the twins.
Tyler said to Pablo, "You and Randy are on that side, sir, Bob and Randy
facing you.  The fifth place is for Eddie as he'll be joining us."

This was a new, brisk Tyler, and his self-confidence was not lost on Pablo.
When Pablo and Bob were getting coffee at the side table he said quietly,
"Hey, Bob, what did you do to my kid last night?  He's suddenly quite the
stud."

"I didn't do anything, Pablo, except fuck him.  He was always the stud
underneath that shyness.  You'll see.  You call him your kid, but I think
you'll find he'll end up as your young jock."

"Hmm," Pablo grinned.  "Funny how things work out.  Last night Randy gave
me back my self-confidence by sucking my dick and letting me fuck him.  He
said I wasn't his boy anymore ... I'm his man.  But I'm a different man
from before, sir.  I'm gonna be the kind of man that respects other guys
and the work they do.  Especially the boys."

"Glad to hear it, Pablo. Now perhaps we can close the book on this unhappy
chapter."

Pablo grinned.  "You bet, sir.  And if not, I'm sure I'll hear from you and
Randy – and even from macho Tyler.

When they rejoined Randy and Tyler at the table Pablo said, "Hey Tyler,
before I forget.  I hear you and Finn are building this new herb garden for
Will.  When I get home from work maybe you can show me around it. I don't
know shit about herbs, I need someone to teach me."

"Be my pleasure, sir," Tyler said, and Bob and Randy exchanged furtive
smiles.

Bob said, "Tyler, you and Eddie are best buddies and he'll be here soon.
Do you know why he wants to see me?"

"I can guess, sir.  It's about him being involved in Jamie's surfing
lessons for Grady.  He's so excited – been talking about nothing else
ever since he went to the studio."

Bob smiled, "And when Eddie talks – he talks.  Anyone wanna say anything
you better do it now `cos when Eddie gets here you won't get a word in
sideways."

Bob was right, of course.  When Eddie finally burst in he was already in
mid-sentence.  "... and so thanks for letting me come up, sir, and
interrupt your ... is this breakfast?"

"Would you like to join us Eddie?  Then you can tell us all about your new
gig as a Hollywood studio cameraman."

"Oh, I'm not exactly that, sir, not yet anyway," he said, helping himself
to scrambled eggs and bacon.  "But Grady took Jamie and me to Warner
Studios, which, you would not believe, is huge ... huge ... we were on
Stage 21 or something, they're called sound stages you know, and we met the
director of Grady's new movie where he plays this stud lifeguard who has
all kinds of adventures at the beach.  You would not believe how ..."

"Er, Eddie, Eddie," Bob interrupted the flow.  "Would you cut to the chase
and tell me where I come into this?"

"Oh, right, sorry sir.  Well, here's the deal.  You know that Jamie has
been at the beach helping Grady improve his surfing skills and I went with
them to film it.  Grady showed my videos to the director and he, like, went
totally ape-shit over them, you would not believe ... you know, the long
shots, those long zooms in and out and ... OK, OK, cut to the chase."  He
took a deep breath and soldiered on.

"Anyway, so they are gonna go down to the beach for a few days to film a
few shots of Grady riding the waves, for a promo.  The director told me
they put out short promos – `teasers' he called them – real, real
early – to get people excited.  I mean, there'll be a small film crew
and Mark is going too to provide security `cos they always have a cop there
for that.

But here's the deal.  The director wants me to be there to get some of
those casual shots, like Grady and Jamie laughing and stuff.  I'm real good
at that.  I've done it around here with you guys ..."

"And you want a few days off work," Bob said, cutting him off again.

"Yeah, well I was coming to that, sir ..."

"We seem to be there already, Eddie, and of course I'm not going to stand
in the way of your budding film career.  So of course you can have the time
off.  We'll somehow find a way of managing the compound and keeping it
clean ..."

"Sir," Tyler said unexpectedly, "Finn and me could do that.  Wouldn't hurt
to leave the garden for a few days and look after the house, we're used to
helping Eddie anyway."  He looked at Pablo.  "If that's OK with you, sir."

"Hey, dude, you're the boss around here.  So go ahead, sounds like a plan."

Bob frowned.  "Um, Eddie, when you're with this director guy, do you talk
nonstop like this?"

"Sir," Eddie said indignantly. "I may be a motor-mouth to you guys, but I'm
not stupid.  He's a big hotshot director, Grady's a big movie star and I'm
just a rookie, so I know when to keep my mouth shut."

"You do, uh?  News to me," Bob smiled.  Eddie took a deep breath, then
giggled merrily.  "It was news to me too, sir.  So what do you think, guys?
Me staying a couple of days at the beach with Grady and Jamie and Mark.  My
hunky Marine Hassan said he might show up too, keep an eye on his boy.
Sounds like a whole new adventure, don't you think?"

And no one could argue with that.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 522


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