Date: Thu, 26 Nov 2020 03:39:19 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 529  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 5298
By Rob Williams

Chapter 5298 – "TWO ROOKIES & THE ROUGHNECK IN A HARDHAT"

IN THIS CHAPTER

The tribe's new young office assistants claim to have no interest in sex
– "just good friends."   Young Ben says, "You say you're asexual? Such a
waste. You should get out more – in more ways than one."  Then the
shocked rookies stumble across the handsome alpha boss Bob getting savaged
by roughneck construction worker Randy, who's naked except for work-boots,
tool-belt and hardhat.

___________________________________________________________________


<><>   IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER    <><>

The latest drama to set the tribe's tongues wagging involved the complex
relationship between the young chef Will and his step-dad, the muscular
construction-worker Seth.

As Doc Steve, the tribe's shrink, had said, "Will, Seth is not only your
dad, or rather your step-dad.  He is also your companion, your best friend,
even your lover and your fuck-buddy."

Which was why Will had been so upset seeing his dad fuck another of the
boys.  He had been consoled by the tough gypsy leader of the tribe Randy,
and then guided through his confusion by Doc Steve in a wildly unorthodox
therapy session.  And when at last Will confronted Seth he realized that
his fears had been unfounded, and they reaffirmed their love in triumphant
fashion in bed that night when the young redhead had topped his macho
step-dad.

And so Will's problems, which had flared up so suddenly, had been resolved
in just twenty-four hours, with the help of a rugged but sympathetic gypsy,
and a handsome, horny doctor.  But mostly, as Bob would have said, it was
love that triumphed – the unbreakable love between father and son.

But in this hyperactive tribe there was never just one story playing out at
a time.  While Will had been up at Steve's house with Randy, the other
leader of the tribe, Bob, had a visit from the new office manager Brandon.
Bob had recently promoted Brandon when former manager Jamie landed a
terrific job working on their friend Grady's new movie at Warner Studios.

That reduced the office staff to just Brandon and his assistant Ryan, and
Bob urged Brandon to hire two new staff as soon as possible to ease the
burden. And now Brandon announced breathlessly to Bob, "Sir, I think I've
found the two guys I want to hire as office assistants.  But there's
something I'm not sure about, kind of a mystery – and I need your
advice."

Amused by Brandon's bright-eyed enthusiasm, Bob smiled.  "Fire way, kiddo."

========= CHAPTER 529 =========

<><> A LECTURE FROM THE BOSS <><>

The construction company's business office was understaffed after the
manager Jamie had left for his new job at Warner movie studio.  When the
tribe's co-leader Bob had appointed Brandon as the new manager, Brandon's
first and most important task was to find and interview two prospective
office assistants.

He had acted fast and now excitedly came to report to Bob.  "I was already
familiar with these young guys, sir, as they worked together at one of our
suppliers doing payroll.  But when I last spoke to them they told me their
firm was outsourcing their jobs to one of those big payroll-services
companies, and they were being let go.

"So I asked them to come over, and me and Ryan spoke to them for a long
time.  They're real bright and know a whole lot about payroll, taxes,
withholdings and stuff.  As you know, payroll is a big part of our work,
what with three construction sites and the household staff here.

"I know it is, Brandon.  Did you ever consider outsourcing it to a payroll
company?"

"I researched it, sir, and decide it's cheaper to do it ourselves.  I
really want to keep it in-house, `cos of security and stuff.  You know how
strict I am about keeping personnel files private.  Plus keeping it
in-house makes it easier to bend the rules when Randy asks me to."

"Yeah," Bob sighed, "I know he does that a lot.  So tell me, did you like
these guys?"

"I did, sir, they're kinda skinny, nerdy types, one is eighteen, the other
nineteen.  And they seem to love office work.  When Ryan talked about the
computer programs he's created to simplify payroll, they understood
everything he was talking about – even better than I did?  They were a
bit shy, and that's one thing I was curious about, and thought I would see
what you think.

"See, they've worked together at that other company for some time, and they
live in separate apartments in the same building, but I was wondering if
it's more than that – like, if they're boyfriends or lovers or whatever.
They were real cagey about their private lives."

Bob smiled.  "And is that important do you think?"

"Important, sir?  Like, in what way?"

"Well, that's kind of my point.  Do you think it's our job to look into
their private lives?"

"Er, no sir.  There was nothing negative on their job applications – no
felonies or nothing.  They seemed really qualified and they got good
references from their last job. And Ryan and me got on well with them."

"And what about their sex-lives?  Did you ask about that?"

Brandon blushed.  "No, sir, of course not."

"Of course you didn't, Brandon, because it's none of our business.  You
know as well as I do the range of questions we're allowed to ask
prospective employees – we cannot discriminate on the basis of age,
race, color, sexual orientation – you know the list.  Sure, we may do a
background check if they'd be handling confidential files.  But their
private life doesn't come into it, and certainly not their sex-life.  I
mean, you would be outraged if you applied for a job and they turned you
down just because you're in that wheelchair, right?"

"Of course, sir, I'd be mad as hell."

Bob chuckled.  "Don't worry, kiddo, I'm just quoting the rulebook to make a
point.  You know the rules better than I do, but of course you're naturally
curious about these guys.  You'll find out naturally sooner or later when
you know them better."

"But sir, I was worried about what they'll think of us when they find out
we ... like we're a bunch of men and boys who have sex and stuff ..."

"Brandon," Bob interrupted sternly, "we have never hidden our lifestyle
here.  We don't have to, and it's certainly nothing to be ashamed of.  We
are proud of who we are, a large and loving family where we take care of
each other.  We have our ups and downs like any family, but it's all based
on love, kiddo, and it don't get better than that.  When these kids find
out who and what we are, they have the option to leave, no hard feelings."

"I'm sorry, sir, I was being stupid.  You're right of course."

"No need to apologize, Brandon, I'm glad you spoke up.  This is a normal
conversation between the office manager and his boss.  It's your job now to
nurture and protect your staff – especially when Randy comes in ranting
and raving about missing supplies or something," Bob grinned.

Brandon brightened.  "Oh I can handle that, sir, I'm used to it.  And
whenever Randy yells at me he always bends down and kisses me afterwards
and ruffles my hair before leaving the office.

"See what I mean?" Bob chuckled.  "It's all about love – and I know how
much Randy loves and values you, Brandon.  OK, so why don't you set up a
final job interview and I'll sit in on it and give you my take on these
young men before you hire them?

"Thank you, sir," Brandon beamed.  "And thanks for the pep talk."

"Not as ranting or raving as Randy I hope," Bob smiled.  He stood up, bent
down and kissed Brandon on the lips and ruffled his hair.  "Is that how
Randy does it?"

"Exactly like that, sir.  You know Randy real well."

Bob sighed.  "Yes I do, Brandon.  It's taken a long time, but I finally
do."  He smiled as Brandon wheeled himself from the room.

<><> THE JOB INTERVIEW <><>

The interview was set for the following morning.  The two boys arrived on
time and Brandon explained that the big boss would be sitting in on this
final interview.  Brandon phoned Bob and a few minutes later he came into
the office, looking stunning as always in his usual blue-jeans, loafers and
a white V-neck T-shirt stretched over his muscular torso.

The new boys sprang to their feet and Bob, astute as always, didn't miss
the glance that flicked between them, though neither Brandon nor Ryan
caught it.

"Sir, this is Noah and Vic and they're here to interview for the office
assistant jobs."  Bob gave them a dazzling smile and shook their hands
warmly.

"Hello, guys, welcome.  My name is Bob and I am in charge of the whole
financial side of the construction company operations. We have a separate
boss who's chief of the actual building operations.  Brandon has told me a
bit about you, so I'll just sit here on the side and listen while you,
Brandon and Ryan chat.  I may throw in a question or two but mostly I'm
just an observer.  So take a seat, relax and enjoy."

Bob pulled a chair to the corner where he could discretely watch all four
boys.  Brandon had been right when he described Vic and Noah as skinny,
nerdy kids – far from the buff, athletic look of most of the boys.  They
both had tousled brown hair, unremarkable features and thin bodies that
made their clothes look too big on them.  But their charm, Bob decided, was
their eagerness to start work, and their obvious respect for their new
prospective boss Brandon.

While Bob was interested in the newcomers' responses he also paid attention
to Brandon's interview technique, as this was his first real test as office
manager.  He was impressed by Brandon's blend of authority and good humor
as he put the boys at ease and subtlely extracted information from them.

Brandon involved Ryan too, who had an animated discussion with the boys
about the merits of the various computer programs they had used.  Brandon
ended by outlining the salary and benefits that went with the job and asked
them if they had any questions, which they did not.

When it was over Bob said he had one question.  "Guys, sometimes the
workload spikes – for example when we bring a new construction project
on line – and I'm wondering how you'd feel about working overtime when
that happens."

"Oh we don't mind at all, sir," said Vic, the more vocal of the two.  "We
don't have much else to do and we enjoy work.  It's kinda fun when the
pressure's on."

Impressed by the answer, Bob smiled, "Er, would you mind waiting outside
for a few minutes while I talk to Brandon and Ryan?"  When they had left
Bob and the boys quickly agreed that they were good candidates for the job.
Bob suggested that they serve a probationary period just to make sure there
were no surprises. "On the job is where you get the best idea of how an
employee works," Bob said.

When Noah and Vic came back in Brandon gave them the good news and their
faces shone.  "There will be a one-month probationary period, at full
salary of course, and I was wondering if you would be free to spend the
rest of today with us – kind of get your feet wet."

"Yes, sir," they said in chorus.  Noah added, "Like I said, we don't have
much else to do and we'd like to start as soon as possible – like right
now."

So it was settled, and while Ryan pulled out the obligatory employment
forms Brandon accompanied Bob outside.  "Well done, Brandon, that was a
very skillful interview – more like a casual chat where they lost their
inhibitions and you were much more likely to hear the truth than if they
gave you canned responses."

"Thank you, sir.  Er, they called me `sir' all the time.  Do you think they
should call me sir?"

"That's up to you, Brandon, though it seemed like a natural impulse for
them to look up to you as their boss."

"Wow, sounds funny when you say it like that, sir."  Brandon chuckled.
"They're not much in the looks department though, are they?  Not at all
like our men and boys."

Bob smiled.  "Brandon, a guy doesn't have to look like a Tom of Finland
drawing to work for us."

"No, sir.  But sometimes it helps, don't you think?"

"Like your guy Pete, you mean – who by the way is going to be real proud
of you today."

As Bob walked away he realized that no mention at all had been made of
Brandon's wheelchair.  It was almost as if no one had noticed – which is
just as Brandon always wanted.

<><> CONSTRUCTION WORKER IN A HARDHAT <><>

The boys got down to work right away and the time flew by.  They didn't
even notice it was lunchtime until Will came in with a large tray.
"Brandon, there are so few guys in the house today that after I took the
lunches to the construction sites I thought I should do the same for you
guys."  He put the tray down on a table.

"That is so cool of you, dude, thanks.  Will, I want you to meet Noah and
Vic, our new office assistants."  The new boys looked up at the young
redhead wearing a dark green apron and white chef's hat, his freckled face
lit with a big smile.

"Welcome guys.  I'm one of the chefs, the other two are twins.  They're
Bob's boys.  Enjoy your lunch, and good luck, dudes."

He was busy so didn't stop to chat, but his words `Bob's boys' lingered in
the newcomers' minds.  So Bob had twin sons, is that what he meant?
Brandon said, "I didn't mention that lunch is provided every day, you're
gonna love it.  The twins and Will are gourmet chefs."

There was only one other visitor that afternoon.  Soon after their lunch
break the new boys did a double-take when a tall young black man came in,
wearing black jeans, boots and a black tank-top that made no secret of his
muscular, sinewy body underneath.  "Hey Brandon, I brought that file you
wanted on the three part-timers Randy's hired on the site.  Randy said Bob
would want to see it after you've done your thing with it, putting in the
figures and shit."

His handsome ebony features flashed a gleaming smile at the new assistants.
"Hey, the name's Darius, and you must be the rookies, Vic and Noah."  He
gave them both crushing handshakes.  "Don't be surprised that I know
already.  Word gets around pretty fast here.  We have this super-efficient
grapevine thing."

He ruffled Ryan's hair.  "Hey, kid, how's my very own Thai boy doing?  See
you later kiddo, can't wait.  And hey, if new big bad boss Brandon starts
beating up on any of you guys you just let me know and I'll set my man Zack
on him.  That stud scares the shit out of anyone."

Brandon laughed, "Darius, get your black ass out of here.  Unlike you, some
of us have work to do."

Darius squeezed Ryan's shoulder and went out, leaving more questions
buzzing in the boys' minds.  `My very own Thai boy?'  `My man Zack?'  How
many of these guys were there?"

But their biggest surprise was yet to come.  It was late afternoon when
they had their heads down, with Ryan showing them the finer points of the
payroll program he had built, and Brandon was inputting the new-hire data
– two in the office and three part-timers in the construction crew.

They all heard the sound of a powerful engine and tires screeching to a
halt outside.  Brandon and Ryan paid no attention, they were used to the
sound.  But the new boys looked up and their jaws sagged open.  Through the
window they saw, crossing the lawn outside, what must be one of the
construction-workers – a tall, husky gypsy-looking man with square,
stubbled features and long shaggy hair hanging down from under his white
hardhat.

He must have come straight from the construction site as he looked sweaty,
even from this distance, wearing heavy boots, dirt-caked jeans with a heavy
tool-belt, and a ragged tank-top that hung loose over his massive chest.
They assumed he had come to do some work on one of the buildings here, `cos
he disappeared into a large house on the other side of the grounds.

They were distracted by Brandon saying, "Damn, these files are taking
longer than I thought.  You should know, guys, that the paperwork we get
from the site is often a mess and it's our job to sort it out.  Darius may
be a great construction foreman but he don't know shit about filling in
forms.

"This is gonna put me behind schedule, and Bob's waiting for the files, so
when I'm done with them I'll ask you to take them across to him so I can
finish up here with Ryan.  Bob wants to see you after work anyway, to ask
how your first day went.  He works from his office in the big house over
there – we call it the Boss House.  So watch what I'm doing here and
then, when we've finished, you can run the files across to him.

<><> THE ROOF CAVES IN <><>

Bob was working at his desk in the bedroom when Randy stomped into the
room, making his outsize present felt immediately.  He had, typically, come
off the construction site in full work gear and driven straight home.
Today was his twice-weekly meeting with Bob where they hashed out the
various issues that had arisen in the company and even a few in the tribe,
though that was mostly Bob's province.

Randy bent over and kissed Bob who recoiled a little at the overpowering
smell of sweat.  "So, I hear you hired those young rookies in the office,
Bob.  How are they working out?  I hope Brandon's got them on a tight
leash."

Randy, that's your fetish, putting guys on a leash and having them beg.
Brandon is a tad more civilized than that.  He seems to be handling them
quite professionally.  Now go take a shower.  I am not gonna have a meeting
with you stinking of sweat and grease."

"It's sweat and grease that built this company, dude.  Dammit, you're the
one has me on a leash – `take a shower' ... `wear a shirt'... `eat your
broccoli'.  Sound like my mother."

"That's not what you say when you fuck me and I howl in the heat of
passion.  Now go take a shower `cos we got lots to get through, with the
new hires and all the other business."

"OK, but you are gonna get so fucking fucked later, buddy.  Maybe you do
need a collar and leash."

Bob grinned as he looked up from his computer and watched Randy take off
his hardhat and unbuckle his tool-belt.  He pulled off his tank top, kicked
off his boots and dropped his filthy jeans.  Whenever he saw that
magnificent body naked Bob always got a hard-on, and now he salivated at
the thought of sex later – leash or no leash.

He heard the shower water running and went back to his files.  He was
engrossed in them for some time when suddenly he was startled by a loud
crash from the bathroom and Randy's yell.  "Fuck!  Son of a bitch!"

Bob ran to the bathroom to see Randy standing in the shower surrounded by
debris and what seemed to be a hole in the ceiling.  "You OK, Randy?"

"Yeah, sure, but I can't say the same for this damn shower.  I thought
there was something wrong with the pressure and now I see what it was.  The
pipe up there behind the ceiling was leaking and now the fucking thing's
caved in."

Bob couldn't resists it.  "I always said the roof would fall in on you one
day, Randy."

"Very funny, asshole."  Randy had turned off the water and his face and
body were covered in dust.  He reached up and examined the pipe with an
experienced eye.  "Ah, nothing serious. I can bring a new length of pipe
tomorrow and fix the ceiling, it'll look like new. I'll just patch it up
for now – might have to pull down more bits of ceiling though.  Won't
take me long."

"Randy be careful where you walk, that's sharp debris on the floor."

"Listen, dude, you can tell me how to eat my broccoli but not how to do
construction.  I know what the fuck I'm doing so leave it to me."

Bob retired to his desk and watched as Randy came out of the bathroom,
naked and dusty, and went over to the pile of discarded clothes.  Muttering
curses under his breath he pulled on his work-boots and strapped on his
work-belt which was loaded with the tools he would need.  He shoved his
hard-hat on his head in case more chunks of ceiling came down, and strode
back into the bathroom.

Bob sighed and left him to it, knowing better than to interrupt Randy when
he was working or, god forbid, give advice.  He would emerge when he was
good and done.

<><> A SHOCK FOR THE NEW BOYS <><>

Over at the office Brandon was feeling better about his progress.  As he
worked he explained to Vic and Noah what he was doing, until at last he sat
back and smiled.  "Done.  Cast an eye over it, guys, and see if you can
detect any flaws.  A second pair of eyes is always good – even a third
pair in this case," he grinned.

They looked with admiration at Brandon's work, then Brandon printed it all
out and divided it into five separate folders, one for each new hire, and
handed them to Vic and Noah.

"Bob prefers hardcopy personnel files, and he'll be impatient for these as
it took me so long today. So hurry up.  The front door is not locked, he'll
no doubt be at his desk upstairs – the room with the double doors.  Like
I said, he'll probably ask you how your first day went too, so don't
sugarcoat anything.  Bob always insists on the absolute truth."

The two boys had been awestruck by the handsome big boss when he had sat in
on their interview and now they were a bit nervous as they crossed the lawn
and garden headed for the big house Brandon had called the Boss House.  The
front door was not only unlocked it was ajar.  They pushed it open and went
in tentatively.

Upstairs, Brandon had said.  As they mounted the staircase they heard faint
banging sounds that got louder as they approached the double doors Brandon
had indicated.  Vic said, "Probably that workman we saw earlier, come to
fix something."  The double doors were also ajar and Noah nervously pushed
one wider.

They were surprised by how large the room was, and paused when they
realized that it was Bob's bedroom as well as his office.  He was across
the room seated at his desk with his back to them.  At least the knocking
sound had stopped and they were about to tap on the door and venture in
when they froze and their eyes opened wide.

Coming from what looked like the bathroom was the workman they had glimpsed
earlier.  They were sure it was him.  He had the same gypsy look –
rugged face, stubbled jaw and shaggy black hair.

But the big difference now was that he wasn't wearing any shirt or pants.
All he had on were his heavy boots, a tool-belt buckled low on his bare
waist, and a white hardhat streaked with dirt.  His face and his whole
near-naked body was covered in dust.  He must have been the one making that
banging noise.

Shocked at the sight of the man's huge cock swinging between his legs,
longer than most of the tools hanging from his belt, the boys' instinct was
to run away and come back later.  But Brandon wouldn't like that as he said
Bob was impatient for the files and they were already late.  So in a state
of confused anticipation they stood their ground and, unseen, shielded by
the half- open doors, watched the extraordinary scene unfold.

<><> ALPHA SUBMISSION <><>

Bob raised his head from his desk and was almost as startled as the new
boys were by the sudden sight of the gypsy construction-worker, naked
except for work-boots, tool-belt and hard hat, his swarthy face and naked
muscular body smothered in dust.  "You, er, fix it?" Bob asked.

"For now, yeah.  Fucking thing – I blame myself.  I knew something was
wrong but I ignored it too long.  If you wanna shower you'll have to use
the one in the guestroom.  I better get my ass in there now.

His hand went to his belt buckle but Bob said, "Wait Randy."  He stood up
and stared at the rugged gypsy, his long black hair hanging down from under
his hardhat.  Bob's cock was hard under his jeans, and Randy saw that, and
the hungry look in Bob's eyes that he knew so well.  A raunchy smile spread
over his dark features.  "You like that, uh?"

"You know I do.  A pornographic icon, like homoerotic art.  Forget the
shower.  Let me take care of the dirt – and that other thing, glancing
down at his cock."  He walked slowly up to Randy and began gently to brush
the dirt from his face

Half hidden behind the door Vic and Noah stared at each other in
disbelief. They had both heard stories (who hadn't?) of people comin on to
their gardener, pool-man or plumber, but they always thought that was
confined to books or movies.  Now here was the real thing.  This man Bob, a
guy they had respected as a powerful alpha boss, was suddenly coming on to
the workman who had come to do repairs on his house.

But, strangely, their first impulse to run away had vanished.  Something
compelled them to stay and watch the whole thing, fascinated by a sight
unlike anything they had ever seen before.

Bob was still running his hands over Randy's chest – much longer than
necessary to merely flick the dust away.  Awestruck, the boys watched the
workman's already huge cock steadily get bigger and harder as he stared
into Bob's eyes.  Bob's fingers brushed away dirt from the grooves of the
man's abs, then braced his hands on the tool-belt at his hips and slowly
lowered himself to his knees on the floor.

The thick, hard cock brushed against his face as he licked the tool-belt,
then brushed the dirt from the gypsy's thighs, bending lower and lower
until his face was pressed against one of the work-boots in what looked
like an act of submission.

The boys could not believe the sight of the big macho boss licking the
gypsy's filthy boot.  At last he raised his head, stared up at the
construction-worker towering over him and groaned, "Incredible.  You've
never looked hotter than you do now, Randy."

They must have done this before, the boys thought.  Maybe this was a
regular thing. Then they grimaced as the deep voice growled, "Suck my dick,
man."

Bob straightened up on his knees and the gypsy grabbed the neck of his
T-shirt and pulled it off over his head.  The boys gasped.  When they first
saw Bob in the office they could tell he had a muscular body.  But now he
was shirtless they saw how fine it was – the broad shoulders, muscled
pecs and washboard abs – and they realized just what a handsome man
their new boss was.

He looked so ... so masculine and powerful, and they were sure he would
refuse the workman's command.  So what came next seemed impossible.  This
macho man on his knees licked the top of the laborer's cock, then opened
his mouth and lowered it down the long shaft until his handsome face was
pressed into the mass of wiry black pubic hair.

Again the gravelly voice ordered, "Suck it, man ... eat it."

Bob steadied himself by curling his fingers over the top of the tool-belt
at Randy's hips and went to work on his cock.  He pursed his lips, pulled
back slowly, then pushed his mouth all the way down again.

"Come on, stud, you can do better than that.  I said eat it."  Randy
grabbed Bob's thick dark hair, pushed his head back, then pulled his mouth
hard down his cock.  He pulled the face back again and yanked it down
fiercer than before.  The boys watched mesmerized as the gypsy took full
charge and savagely fucked the chiseled face of the shirtless hunk,
helpless on his knees.

The assault continued until Bob was choking and Randy finally had mercy and
tugged the face back off his cock.  Bob's face fell gasping against the
tool-belt, spit running down his chin and tears down his cheeks.  Now,
surely, he would fight back, the boys thought.  But no – he licked the
tool-belt again, kissed it, then looked up longingly at the swarthy laborer
in the hardhat staring down at him with those piercing blue eyes

The boys thought it was over – but they were wrong.  It had just begun

<><> WATCHING IN DISBELIEF <><>

They watched as Randy stepped back, pressed his boot against Bob's chest
and shoved him hard so he sprawled on his back on the floor at the foot of
the bed.  Looming over him the gypsy raised his leg and planted his boot on
the heaving chest, grinding it against his pecs in a sign of total
domination.

Bob curled both hands round Randy's ankles and pulled his back off the
ground so he was able to lean forward and lick the toe of the boot.  The
boys realized that this handsome, virile boss was actually worshiping the
near-naked roughneck standing over him, his boot pressing down on his
chest.

Bob fell back on the floor and gazed up at the wild gypsy, looking more
savage even than the sweaty construction-worker who had first tamed him all
those years ago in a scruffy motel room.  He remembered being totally at
his mercy and pleading, "What you gonna do to me, man?"  He asked the same
question now and Randy grinned down at him.  "You know what's gonna happen
to you, stud."

He took his foot off him, bent down, yanked his shoes off him and flung
them aside.  Bob ripped open his jeans, Randy grabbed them at the bottom
and tugged them off.  Butt naked now Bob raised his arms back in a wide V
and grabbed the legs of the bed above his head.

"That's it ... Now show me how bad you want it."

Bob raised his legs, bent at the knees, and offered his ass to the
bare-chested construction-worker.  "Please, man.  Fuck me ... fuck my ass.
I need to feel that huge rod in my ass."

Vic and Noah put their hands over their mouths to stifle their gasps.  They
had heard of stuff like this but were never sure if it was just guys
boasting.  They thought it might happen to feminine looking guys, the ones
they had seen who behaved in a limp-wristed way like girls – maybe it
happened to them.  But not to a macho alpha male like this, with his dark,
virile looks and muscular naked body.

It just wasn't possible.  Maybe if Bob had been forced to do it – this
wild-looking roughneck was tough enough for that, with that massive body
and ferocious look.  But no, Bob was asking for it, begging for it.  The
boys felt the urge to run away – they couldn't watch this anymore.  But
that urge was overcome by a more powerful impulse that they didn't
understand – to stay where they were and watch.

Still, they turned their heads away at first, not daring to look, until
they heard a long deep moan coming from Bob.  When they looked they saw the
laborer on his knees, pushing Bob's legs back and pressing his long, hard
cock against his hole.  "Here it comes, big guy.  Just as you always want
it."

"Aaagh!"  Bob's howl echoed round the room as the roughneck rammed his cock
deep inside the muscular boss, then pulled back and drove it in hard again,
forcing another yell that bounced off the walls.  The startled boys closed
their eyes, then opened them to see this Randy gently easing his cock in
and out of Bob's ass.

"How d'you want it, buddy?  Nice and easy like this, or d'you want the
caveman to come out of his lair."

Bob looked up at the dark, stubbled face, framed by shaggy black hair
hanging down from under the white hardhat.  "You know the answer to that,"
Bob panted.  "Fuck, you look incredible, man.  Give it to me."

Now the boys knew they couldn't leave.  If the boss wanted it, they wanted
to watch it.

The fuck was vintage Randy, a savage assault on Bob's ass from the wild
gypsy, more animal than man right now.  His spectacular body flexed,
muscles rippling, and those laser eyes piercing his victim as he pounded
his ass.  Only this time, with every thrust, the tool-belt shook and the
tools slapped against Bob's ass as the iron rod pistoned inside it.

The fuck seemed endless and the boys wondered how much Bob could take.  But
just when they thought he would beg for mercy the gypsy suddenly slowed
down and went back to the gentle massage they had seen at the beginning.
At those moments the two men stared at each other and ... and a change came
over them that the boys couldn't understand.

Even from where they stood in the doorway they could see the men's eyes and
they seemed ... luminous, somehow, as if the men were sharing something no
one else could feel.  It crossed the boys' minds that it could be love, but
they were not too familiar with the concept of love and didn't see how it
could be part of this wild sex act.

The pounding started again, and Bob reached up to dig his fingers into
Randy's solid pecs.  It was almost as if he were pushing him away, but the
boys knew for sure it wasn't that.  The gleaming look in his eyes told them
he wanted it, he was loving it, craving it.

"Fuck me," he shouted.  "Dammit, you look so fucking hot, man."  He touched
Randy's chiseled features that looked somehow even fiercer under the
hardhat, a classic symbol of raw masculinity.  Then Bob lowered one hand to
his own rock-hard cock that was shuddering, close to his climax.

"Don't you dare," Randy growled.  "Take your hand away and don't cum till I
say you can.  I'll bust a load in your ass when I'm good and ready.  Shit,
you are one sexy son-of-a-bitch – and you belong to me!  Your ass
belongs to me, you get it?"

"Yes, sir."

The boys were astonished.  He called him `sir'.  This big powerful boss, in
charge of everything, called this roughneck workman sir!  And `you belong
to me'?  What did the gypsy mean?  But all these tangled thoughts were
erased by the spectacle of the men reaching their climax.  Randy yelled,
"Son of a bitch.  I love you, man.  Don't cum yet ... I'm gonna shoot.
Yeah ... fuuuck!"

Howling like an animal, his body shuddered, his muscles flexed as he drove
in one last time and poured his juice in Bob's ass.  When he became still
he leaned forward, pinned Bob's wrists to the floor and gazed down at him,
their faces inches apart.  "You love me?"

"You know I do, Randy.  Let me cum ... please."  Motionless Randy stared
into Bob's eyes with that mesmerizing blue-eyed gaze and Bob groaned, "Make
me cum, Randy."

"I am.  Can't you see?  Look at me ... look at me ... and let me see you
cum ... now."

The boys stared at the men who were now still as statues.  They watched in
disbelief as a smile spread over Bob's face, he sighed deeply, and his cock
spurted semen over his abs and chest.  He hadn't touched his cock, he had
just stared into the gypsy's blue eyes, and that made cum pour from his
cock.

Randy threw off his hardhat, shook his head and his shaggy hair flew over
his face.  He leaned down and clamped his mouth over Bob's in a churning
kiss.

<><> ENTER BEN, TALKING <><>

In a daze, the boys stared at the final act of this amazing scene.  But
when they returned to the real world they looked at each other in a panic.
The files ... they had been holding them all the time.  They couldn't give
them to Bob ... they had to leave.  So they dropped them on the floor in
the doorway, turned and fled.  As quietly as possible they ran down the
stairs and out the front door, then across the garden, across the lawn and
burst into the office.

Brandon looked up and smiled.  "Well, you two must have had a nice long
talk with Bob.  He's a great guy, isn't he, and a wonderful boss.  Did he
look at the files you gave him?"

At first they were speechless, then Vic said, "We, er, didn't give them to
him, sir.  He ... he was busy.  We left them at his door."

Brandon could hear the panic in their voices and said calmly.  "I'd better
call him just to make sure he found them – they're confidential."

He phoned Bob who said he had not seen the boys or the files.  "Just a
second, Brandon.  I'll go and check."  After a silence he said. "Yes, I
have them, they were on the floor in the doorway.  I wonder why ... oh
dear, I think I know what happened.  Oh dear.  Randy had just come home and
we were ... well it was pretty graphic ... much more than usual.  I wonder
how much they saw.  Let me think a minute."

After a pause, "Brandon, this is nobody's fault, certainly not the boys.  I
think it best not to broach the subject, unless they do, which I doubt –
they're probably too stunned.  It's all too messy to try and unravel today
and, if it comes to it, that's something I should handle myself.  Try to
keep it business as usual.  Immerse them in work again.  Let me know if
anything comes up you can't handle."

"Oh that won't be necessary, sir.  Leave everything to me."  Brandon hung
up and said casually, "Good, he has the files and said they look fine.
Now, we have about an hour to go so we've got time to embark on the various
job descriptions so you get a feel of who everyone is and what they do.
We've stored those in a separate program so if you gather round we'll make
a start."

Brandon's easy-going, casual manner calmed the boys down and it seemed they
weren't going to lose their jobs after all, so soon after they began.  They
had made quite good progress and were nearing the end of the workday when
the door opened and Ben bounced in.

Vic and Noah looked up at this young man they hadn't seen before, a
gypsy-looking boy who looked like a younger version of the
construction-worker they had seen upstairs with Bob.  He was wearing black
jeans, boots and an old greasy blue tank top that hung loosely on his
obviously well-built frame.

"Hey Brandon, Ryan," he grinned.  "Mind if I hang out here?  Pablo just
brought me from work and Jason said he would meet me here and take me
home."  Without waiting for Brandon's reply Ben flashed a smile at the new
boys.  "Hey you must be, er, Vic and Noah ain't it?  Must be, `cos it's all
over the grapevine.  Don't worry, every little thing that happens around
here is common knowledge right away thanks to the grapevine."

He pumped their hands in turn.  "Congratulations, by the way.  Word is that
Brandon's hired you.  Myself, I could never spend all day in front of a
computer, I like to get my hands dirty."  He held up his hands.  "And that
happens all the time in my job – I'm the assistant mechanic for the
construction company.  Pablo is my boss and he's Randy's boy – the
boss's boy we call him."

Ben didn't pause for breath.  "If you've already met Randy you prob'ly
guessed that he's my big brother `cos we look so much alike – `cept he's
a whole lot bigger than me," Ben laughed.  "He says we should be proud of
our gypsy look.  And me, I'm Jason's boy – he's this hotshot fireman,
you've prob'ly seen his picture, all the other boys have.  He's totally
gorgeous."

By now the boys were confused by this torrent of names and tanged
relationships and Noah frowned.  "Your dad's a fireman?"

Ben laughed.  "Nah not my dad ... he's what we used to call my master but
Bob tries to get us to say `mentor' `cos our men don't master us but teach
us and protect us.  Except that Randy's really a master, at least he is to
his boy Pablo, and to Bob of course."

In their confusion the boys flashed on the vivid scene in the bedroom.
That must be the Randy he was talking about.

"Actually," Ben gushed on, "Randy is Pablo's dad in a way `cos he adopted
him.  I was pissed about that at first but Randy said I'd always be his kid
brother and he'd always love me.  `Course, Randy loves all the boys and
protects the hell out of them.  Damn, you don't wanna see him destroy any
guy who hurts one of the boys – it ain't pretty.

"But hey, listen to me carrying on about myself.  I'm talking almost as
much as my pal Eddie, and he could talk the hind legs off a donkey."  Ben's
face crinkled with a smile.  "We always joke that when Eddie's rattling on
there's prob'ly a lot of two-legged donkeys walking around.  But enough
about us, what about you guys?"

Sitting behind the new boys Brandon frowned and slashed his fingertips
across his own throat in a cutting gesture.  But Ben was oblivious and
soldiered on.  "According to the grapevine you dudes worked together at
your last job, so you must be lovers, right?"  Brandon's cutting sign got
more frantic, but Vic blushed and unexpectedly spoke up.

"Noah and me have been buddies for a long time, just real good friends."

"Oh," Ben said, the wind going out of his sails a little.  "But, you live
together, right, dudes?"

"We live in separate apartments in the same building not far from here, on
the corner of Figueroa and Avenue Sixty."

"I know that building," Ben said excitedly, "go past it all time.  Jason
and me live a bit farther down Avenue Sixty, an old house by the arroyo.
But why separate apartments?  Seems to me you should live together –
cheaper to do that.  So if you ain't lovers what do you do for sex?"

Behind the boys Brandon threw up his hands in exasperation.  He thought
what Bob would do and decided to let it ride.  Sex was bound to come up
sooner or later, especially if the boys had seen Bob and Randy fucking.
And if anyone was going to bring it up it might as well be Ben, a boy their
own age they had just met and wouldn't be working with.

This time it was Noah who blushed and jumped in.  "We don't get into stuff
like that, dude.  We're more into computers, play a lot of video games.
We're expert gamers.  And we watch TV together – like Netflix and
stuff."

Ben winced, "And after that you go to your own separate apartments to bed?
So you're what they call, er, un-sexual or something, eh Brandon?"

Brandon sighed resignedly.  "Asexual, Ben."

Yeah, asexual, that's the one.  Don't seem right though somehow.  You
should get out more, dudes."  (In more ways than one, he thought, though he
kept that to himself.)  "Tell you what, as we're practically neighbors, why
don't you come down to our place sometime?  We're, just down the street
from you?  Ah, hear that?  Sounds like Jason's here at last.

<><> STRAIGHT OUT OF A CALENDAR <><>

A few seconds later the door opened and the new boys got one more shock on
this surprising day.  In came a young blond fireman, still wearing boots
and his heavy fireproof yellow pants held up by red suspenders over his
broad shoulders.  His dark blue shirt was unbuttoned all the way down,
flapping open to reveal his muscled pecs, ripped abs and long slim waist.

"Hi, Brandon, hi Ryan.  And you, my hot little gypsy boy, come here."
Jason wrapped muscular arms round Ben in a crushing hug, then looked over
his shoulder at the two skinny nerdy-looking kids, staring at him like deer
in headlights.

Ben's description of this fireman as `totally gorgeous' was an
understatement.  He looked as if he had stepped from the pages of one of
those firemen's calendars they had seen advertised online.  So Ben's next
comment was even more surprising as Jason released him.  "Guys this is my
guy Jason.  Maybe you've seen his picture in that old fireman's calendar
– the August page.  And in the new one he is featured on the cover –
looking spectacular.  Sir, this is Noah and Vic."

The handsome fireman gave them a gleaming smile and shook their hands.
"Sorry about that intro, kids.  My boy Ben is always boasting about those
calendar pictures.  So welcome aboard, guys.  You live around here?"

"That's the amazing thing, sir," Ben said, answering for them.  They live
in that old apartment building at the top of our street."

"So we're neighbors," Jason smiled.  "You ever walk down to the arroyo?"

"All the time, sir," said Vic.  "We love it down there.  It's real wild,
all the long grass and trees and bushes and stuff."

"You must have walked past our house then.  You should drop in and visit
next time."

"That's just what I was saying, sir."

"Hey, as this is your first day you must be feeling a bit wiped out by now,
so come by for a drink after work to relax and celebrate your new job.  I'm
always telling Ben he should socialize more, just stuck there alone with
me.  That is if big bad boss Brandon will let you off work."

"No problem, sir, we had just about finished anyway," Brandon smiled,
pleased with the way things were going.  He had been wondering if he should
invite the boys to stay for the tribe's dinner, though that would be like
making them jump in at the deep end before they could swim.  "It's been a
long day and you guys have worked very hard.  I hope you had a good time,
`cos Ryan and me enjoyed working with you.  You'll be back tomorrow?
Nine-am?"

"Yes please, sir," the boys chorused.  It had been a long day with a few
shocks along the way, but they loved the work, and there was something
about the guys and this place that ... livened them up.

They were a bit nervous about visiting the house of this fireman, but they
really liked Ben, so open and friendly, even if his mention of sex had
embarrassed them.  Maybe he was right – maybe they should get out more."

"So is it a yes, kids?" Jason grinned."

"Yes please, sir," they said again.  "We know the house, sir," Vic
said. "The last one on the right with all those big old trees."

"That's the one – the gate will be open.  Come straight down, no need to
go home and change.  When I get home I usually do a quick workout in my gym
on the patio to loosen up after work, but you can watch Ben in the kitchen
getting the drinks and nibblies ready."

"Or they could watch you, sir," said Ben with his rascal grin.

"Whatever," Jason laughed.  "You know I like an audience, I make no secret
of that.  So come on, kiddo, I gotta get out of this sweaty work gear and
into my gym shorts."  He threw his arm over Ben's shoulders and they left."

"OK, guys," Brandon smiled.  "I have nothing to add, except that I'm very
pleased with the work you did today.  I think you have a bright future with
us, and I'll tell Bob so.  Do you, er, have any questions?"  He mentally
crossed his fingers, hoping they wouldn't ask about `the incident' in the
bedroom.

The boys looked at each other and Noah said, "Er, yes sir.  When we took
those files to Bob ..."  Oh god, Brandon thought, here it comes.  "We, er,
won't get into trouble for leaving them at Bob's door, will we?  We know
how strict you are about confidential personnel files."

Brandon sighed with relief.  "Not at all, Noah, you did absolutely the
right thing as Bob was ... busy.  After all, you left them inside the
house, not at a street door or anything, so they were quite safe.  So, any
other questions?"

"No thank you, sir," said Vic. "We enjoyed the work very much."

"OK, off you go, then.  Enjoy drinks with Jason and Ben.  Ben's a really
good boy.  You know Will, the chef who brought our lunches?  He was very
unsure of himself when he first came here and Ben was his first friend –
kind of took him under his wing.  Let's hope he'll be a good first friend
for you too."

Brandon didn't mention that Ben was the first boy Will ever had sex with.
And look how that turned out.

<><> "NONE OF OUR BUSINESS <><>

As the boys drove down the hill on the way to Jason's they felt a slight,
unaccustomed shyness with each other that they had never felt before.  "So
what do you think, Noah?" Vic asked.

"I like the job a lot, dude.  It's right up our alley.  Ryan seems real
friendly and Brandon is a great boss.  I think he can be strict but he
seems very fair.  And the big boss Bob is extremely ... er ... nice."  They
let that hang in the air for a while.  "As for that other thing, Vic ..."

"None of our business," Vic said.

"That's just what I was gonna say, dude.  We're there to work, and whatever
those guys get into ... none of our business.  What about Ben?"

"I liked him a whole lot," Vic said.  "He was so open, running off at the
mouth like that.  I think we made it clear where we stand on all that other
stuff though.  That's his life, not ours."

"Never has been never will be," Noah agreed.  "What did you think of that
guy Jason?"

"Er, he was ... he was very nice too.  Nice smile."

Having settled that, they drove on to the house by the arroyo.  As Jason
had said, the gate was open and they tentatively went in.  On the other
side of the garden, on the patio of the house, was a sizeable open-air gym.
And as he had mentioned, Jason was working out, stripped down to just gym
shorts and unlaced sneakers.  They stood and watched.

Even though neither one admitted it, even to themselves, it was a
spectacular sight.  The fireman had the ripped body of an athlete, his
muscles flexing as he lifted weights.  Then he stretched up to cables and
pulled them down in front of him, making his shoulders, pecs and biceps
bulge.  He had a long, slim waist, razor-sharp eight-pack abs and muscled
thighs.

Noah stammered, "He looks very ..."

"Nice," said Vic, completing his thought.

Jason caught sight of them and strode over to meet them.  "Hey, guys,
welcome to our casa.  Ben's in the kitchen, go say hi.  I'm about halfway
through my routine."  He flashed a smile.  "Come out and watch how we
firemen stay fit, if you like, dudes."

He jogged back to the patio and the boys walked toward the house.  "What
d'ya think, Vic.  You wanna come back and watch?"

Vic shrugged.  "Might as well, I suppose."

"Yeah ... I s'pose."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 530


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