Date: Wed, 9 Dec 2020 02:42:34 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength" - Part 530  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 530 By Rob Williams

Chapter 530 – "ASEXUAL ROOKIES? IN THIS HORNY TRIBE?"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Vic and Noah start work for the tribe, but the naοve young rookies still
claim they have no interest in sex, even with each other. That is
repeatedly put to the test in this oversexed group of hot men. They watch
as the bosses make love ... young gypsy Ben services the fireman jock Jason
... and the black hunk Zack disciplines his boy Darius. Then the rookies
share a bed for the first time...
___________________________________________________________________


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

The tribe's newly-promoted office manager Brandon had just hired two new
young assistants, Vic and Noah.  They had the kind of clerical experience
Brandon was looking for, and their first day on the job was encouraging
– at least regarding their work.

But they didn't fit the mold of the tribe's buff, good-looking boys, and
Brandon was puzzled about their private lives, as he explained to his boss,
the tribe's co-leader Bob.  "I like them, sir.  They're kinda skinny, nerdy
types, one is eighteen, the other nineteen.  And they seem to love office
work, but they're a bit shy, and a quite cagey about their private lives.

"They've worked together at their previous job for some time, and they live
in separate apartments in the same building.  They say they're just good
friends, but I was wondering if it's more than that – like, if they're
boyfriends or lovers or whatever."

When Bob sat in on their job interview he saw that Brandon was right. Vic
and Noah were skinny, nerdy kids – far from the toned, 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

Bob told Brandon that the new boys' personal and sexual lives were none of
the tribe's business.  Still, sex was not something that could remain
hidden for long in this group of horny men and boys.  For instance, Vic and
Noah were puzzled when the hunky black Darius dropped in and hugged
Brandon's assistant Ryan – "Hey, kid, how's my very own Thai boy doing?"

Later the rookies got a major shock when they took some files to Bob in the
Boss House and stumbled across the handsome alpha boss Bob getting
butt-fucked by his lover, the roughneck construction worker Randy, who was
naked except for work-boots, tool-belt and hardhat.  They watched,
mesmerized, then ran back to the office.  Brandon steered clear of the
topic and immersed the boys in work again.

Later, the young gypsy boy Ben breezed in and talked candidly about the
tribe, spilling all kinds of beans.  "If you've already met Randy you
prob'ly guessed that he's my big brother `cos we look so much alike.  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."

But the new boys deflected any talk of sex. "We don't get into stuff like
that, dude," Vic told Ben.  "We've been buddies for a long time, just real
good friends.  We're more into computers, play a lot of video games and
watch TV together.  We're neighbors, we live in separate apartments in the
same building not far from here."

With no impulse control or inhibitions Ben soldiered on.  "So, you say
you're asexual? Such a waste. You should get out more, dudes."  (In more
ways than one, he thought, though he kept that to himself.)  "Hey, I know
your apartment building.  It's just up the street from me and Jason's house
down by the arroyo.  Tell you what, as we're practically neighbors, why
don't you come down to our place sometime?"

Jason came in to pick up Ben and take him home.  That was another shock for
the rookies, seeing the handsome, muscular fireman still in his work gear,
his shirt flapping open over his muscled chest and abs. Ben introduced him
to the new boys and said he had suggested they drop in sometime as they
were neighbors.  Jason was all for it.

"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."

At first they were a bit nervous about visiting the house of this fireman,
but they really liked Ben – so open and friendly, even if his talk of
sex had embarrassed them.  Maybe he was right – maybe they should get
out more.  So they agreed and Jason said, "Great.  Come straight down after
you leave here.  When I get home I usually do a quick workout in my home
gym to loosen up after work, but you can watch Ben in the kitchen
organizing the drinks."

"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."

A short while later, as they drove to Jason's house Noah said to Vic, "I
like the job a lot, dude.  It's right up our alley.  Ryan seems friendly
and Brandon is a great boss.  And the big boss Bob is extremely ... er
... nice.  As for that other stuff we saw in Bob's bedroom ..."

"None of our business," Vic said.

"That's just what I was gonna say, dude.  We're there to work, and whatever
Ben and those guys get into ... none of our business.  That's their lives,
not ours.  Never will be.  But Ben was real friendly.  And that guy Jason.
He was ... very nice too ... nice smile."

At the house they went tentatively through the gate and saw Jason working
out in his gym on the patio of the house, stripped down to just gym shorts
and unlaced sneakers.

Even though neither boy admitted it, even to himself, it was a spectacular
sight.  The fireman had the ripped body of an athlete, his muscles flexing
as he bench-pressed.  Then he stretched up to cables and pulled them down
in front of him in a cable fly that made 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."

"Hey, guys," Jason smiled. "Welcome to our casa. I'm halfway through my
routine.  When you've said hi to Ben in the kitchen, come out and watch how
we firemen stay fit, if you like"

Noah said, "What d'ya think, Vic?  You wanna come back and watch?"

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

========= CHAPTER 530 =========

<><> BEN'S DIRT-TRACK MIND <><>

"Hey, dudes," Ben said, his dark gypsy features lighting up with a broad
smile as Vic and Noah came into the kitchen.  "You made it then.  Welcome
to our home."

The effusive greeting banished some of the nervousness Vic and Noah had
been feeling.  Their long first day as office assistants had included
several shocks when they briefly met some of the handsome, macho men of the
tribe, and especially when they saw the bosses Bob and Randy having
ferocious sex.

Ben had been especially vocal about sex, which had confused and embarrassed
them, but his youthful enthusiasm and easy-going charm won the day, which
is why they had accepted his invitation for cocktails with him and his
picture-perfect fireman Jason.  They now watched Ben as he loaded the
drinks cart and prepared light snacks.

Ben smiled, "Did you see Jason working out as you came in?  Pretty amazing
sight eh?  What do you think?"

The boys glanced at each other and Noah stammered, "He, er, looked very
nice."

"Very nice?" Ben laughed.  "I've heard lots of words to describe Jason but
`nice' was never one of them.  Usually it's more like `major hunk' or `sexy
as hell.  Oh sorry, guys, I know you don't go in for all that sex stuff,
but you gotta let me boast a bit.  A lot of the other boys are envious of
me, being the fireman's boy and all.  `Course, they've all got their own
men – like Ryan's Darius and Brandon's Pete.  Pete's a hunky Ranger you
haven't met yet and he's wild about Brandon.

Ben grinned and slapped his own face, "Shut up, Ben, and get your
dirt-track mind off sex – these guys don't wanna hear it.  Sorry, dudes,
but when I meet new guys like you I'm always a bit nervous and that makes
me talk a lot."  Ben laughed.  "My big brother Randy is always threatening
to gag me up by shoving his humongous dick down my throat.  Oops, sorry."

Vic said, "That name Randy came up a lot today."

"That's prob'ly `cos everyone's in love with Randy – him and his lover
Bob.  You wait till you see Randy and you'll understand why."

The rookies again exchanged glances and Vic said, "Er, actually we did see
Randy, if he's the big tough-looking gypsy who looks like you.  We saw him
and Bob."

Both boys blushed and Ben gave a wide-eyed smile.  "You didn't.  You didn't
see them fucking, did you?"  Their deepening blushes answered for them.
"Dudes, that is so cool.  That is something everyone should see – and
most of us have.  When those hunks fuck in the garden there are eyes in
every bush watching them.

Noah said, "So they're good friends?"

"Dude, you do have a gift for understatement, don't you?  Good friends?
Those guys are totally, wildly, crazy in love with each other.  Have been
ever since the day years ago when they met in a sleazy beer bar on
Hollywood Boulevard.  They were both running away from broken marriages,
had never even thought about sex with a guy and ... oh, boy, that's a long,
long story, the stuff of legend.  Darius has it all written down, he's
kinda the tribe's historian.  You should read it one day, it goes on and
on, take you weeks to read, but it's worth it.

"So anyway, why are we back on sex again?  It's me and my dirt-track mind
– can't keep my mouth shut. And why the hell are we in here when there's
that body-worship show going on outside?  Come on, dudes.  I'll take the
drinks cart and you bring these trays of food.

<><> THE GYM COCK & THE GYPSY <><>

Jason was doing bench presses and when he jumped up off the bench he
grinned at the three boys.  Hey kids – thanks for doing all that.  I
have another ten minutes to go, so you start – don't wait for me." He
picked up heavy weights and did dumbbell curls, staring at himself in the
mirror.

The boys set the drinks and food on a table under a tree.  But they didn't
eat or drink, they were too engrossed in what Ben had accurately described
as `the show'.  "Don't he look incredible?" Ben grinned.  "See how he gets
off looking at himself working out?  And he loves an audience.  Some people
think vanity is not cool but when Jason does it, wow, I always get a great
big ..."

Ben pulled himself up short.  "Sorry, guys, I keep forgetting I gotta watch
my language around you – don't wanna get graphic.  You had enough of
that watching Randy and Bob."

"Don't stop on our account, Ben," Vic said.  "If it gets embarrassing we
don't have to listen."

"Thanks, dude, `cos when I watch that man over there, there's no holding me
back."

Jason had jumped up, grabbed a bar and pulled himself up in a series of
chin lifts in front of the mirror, clearly getting off on the view.  The
boys had a perfect double view of him, front and back.  As he pulled
himself up they saw the muscles rippling in his V-shaped back, his wide
lats tapering down from broad shoulders to a tight narrow waist.

And in the mirror they saw those shoulders, biceps and chest flexing, veins
bulging as he challenged himself to more lifts, his square-jawed features
grimacing with effort.  His face and body were running with sweat now after
a short but intense workout, and he ended with stretching exercises.

"That means he's finished, dudes," Ben said, "and now he'll be horny after
a day fighting fires and now this workout.  Sometimes I watch him rubbing
one out admiring himself in the mirror."

Noah frowned.  "Rubbing one out?"

"Yeah, you know – jerking off, beating his meat."

"You mean masturbating?"

"You got it, dude.  See his hand going down to that bulge in his gym
shorts?"

Smiling at himself in the mirror Jason grabbed his crotch with one hand and
ran the other over his chest, then shoved his fingers in his mouth sucking
on his own sweat.

"Damn that's hot," Ben said.  "Look guys, you don't have to watch the next
bit if it upsets you.  Talk among yourselves for a while.  Won't be long."
He jumped up, ran quickly over to Jason and stood behind him.  He reached
round and squeezed the fireman's nipples hard in his fingertips.  Jason
smiled into the mirror.  "Aaah ... yeah, that's it boy, work on those tits.

Jason reached his free hand down to a towel on a bench and brought it up to
his face.  But before he could wipe the sweat from his face Ben grabbed the
towel and tossed it aside.  "No, sir.  Please let me take care of that for
you."

"He went round to face Jason, stood on tiptoe and licked the sweat running
down his face.  He licked his forehead, his eyes, then his high cheekbones.
When his mouth moved lower Jason grabbed the gypsy-boy's tousled black hair
and pulled him into a grinding kiss.  After the fireman released him Ben
moved down to his neck and sucked up the small pool of sweat that had
formed in the hollow beneath his Adam's apple.

"Good boy," Jason murmured.

Far from averting their heads, as Ben had suggested, Vic and Noah watched,
intrigued by the way their friend Ben helped clean up the athletic young
fireman – his master, Ben had called him, though he had told them Bob
preferred the term `mentor'.  Whatever, Ben was eagerly cleaning him with
his tongue, licking down the cleft between his pecs, then making him gasp
as he lightly bit the nipples he had just squeezed in his fingers.

As Ben licked the sharp ridges of his abs Jason pressed his fists into his
waist, arms bent at the elbow and flexed, flaring his lats and bulging his
biceps and pecs. The boys could see from his smile how much Jason got off
on the mirror image – the sweating gym jock get licked clean by the
eager young gypsy.  But they winced when Ben buried his face in Jason's
armpit, licked his damp, wiry pit hair and breathed in the rancid smell.

Ben sank to his knees and licked Jason's muscled thighs.  As he moved from
one leg to the other his face brushed against the bulge in his shorts and
he couldn't resist clamping his mouth over it and pursing his lips round
it.  Jason grinned, "Damn, now you got me going, kid.  You can't stop
there, I'm so fucking horny.  You know what I want."

As Ben began to tug down Jason's gym shorts the young spectators now looked
away.  They had felt squeamish when they had earlier seen Bob swallow
Randy's cock down his throat.  They couldn't imagine what another guys cock
must taste like filling your mouth, and they had turned their heads away
and grimaced.  But only for a few seconds.  They had soon opened their eyes
and watched the whole thing.

And that's what happened now.  They heard Jason's voice say, "That's it,
kid.  Suck that fireman's stiff dick.  I wanna see you do that."

Ben pulled the shorts down and the long, hard cock sprang free.  Eagerly
Ben first licked Jason's low-hanging balls, sucked them into his mouth and
pulled gently on the scrotum, hearing Jason's sigh of pleasure above him.

Then he licked all the way up the cock, opened his mouth and closed it
round the bulbous head.  He pursed his lips and pushed his mouth down the
long shaft, swallowing all of it, inch by inch, until his face was pressed
against the damp, curly blond pubic hair.  He inhaled the musky smell and
sucked in the sweat, then pulled all the way back and let the fireman drive
in again.

It was obvious to Noah and Vic that Ben was having a whale of a time, and
they could just grasp the concept of a boy serving his master.  But not in
this sexual way.  Mixing cocktails for him, making food for him, making the
house clean for when he came home, all that they understood. But this
... this sexual stuff still confused them.

But they were not as shocked as they had been when they saw the big,
powerful boss Bob suck the roughneck construction worker Randy.  What was
that?  Ben had told them it was love but ... no, they just couldn't get
their heads around that.

All this time, even as their thoughts whirled, their eyes were focused on
their new friend Ben energetically sucking the fireman's cock. Jason had
shifted them round sideways to the mirror so they could both see the erotic
image of the young gypsy on his knees going down on the near-naked fireman,
his muscles, pumped from his intense workout, still gleaming with sweat.

Jason now had both hands behind Ben's head, grabbing his tousled black hair
and pulling his face down on his cock.  Ben braced one hand on Jason's
thigh as he sucked.  The other hand pulled his own cock out of his shorts
and he pumped it as the fireman pumped his face.

Even the inexperienced boys, so engrossed in the scene, could sense when
master and boy were approaching their climax.  It came when Jason took one
hand off Ben's head, looked in the mirror and flexed his bicep in a
bodybuilder pose.  Ben saw it too and gave a muffled groan into the gag of
the thick cock, unable to hold back any longer.

Suddenly Jason pulled his cock back out of Ben's mouth and lowered his
flexed arm.  He grabbed his own cock, pointed it straight at Ben and
pounded it in his fist.  He smiled, "I love seeing that young gypsy face
smothered in jizz, kiddo.  You ready?"

"Yes please, sir.  I'm busting my nuts ready to shoot.  Here it comes, sir
... I can't hold it back ... Aaaagh ..."  His cock erupted in a stream of
cum while the naked fireman blasted a load of semen straight at Ben's face,
on his forehead, his cheeks and into his gaping mouth.

The two rookies fought the urge to turn away, and watched in silent awe as
the fireman's semen poured down his boy's face and Ben panted hard, his
cum-splashed face grinning up at the muscle-jock towering over him.

<><> COCK TALES <><>

Ben bent down and licked up his own cum that had splashed on Jason's legs.
Then he felt strong hands under his armpits and Jason pulled him up on his
feet and grinned, "My turn now, kid."  He leaned forward and licked Ben's
face, sucking up the cum he had splashed all over it.  Then he laughed and
pulled the young gypsy into a long, passionate kiss.

When they separated, Jason pulled up his shorts, grabbed the towel and
wiped Ben's face.  He turned to look at the other boys a split second after
they had averted their eyes.  They didn't want to be caught watching, and
pretended to be talking casually as if nothing had happened.

But they didn't fool either Jason or Ben.  Jason threw his arm over Ben's
shoulders and they walked over to Vic and Noah.  "Fine hosts we make,"
Jason grinned.  "We invite you guys for dinks then desert you while we do
our own thing.  Sorry, guys.  And you haven't even poured your drinks.
Come on Ben, do the honors for our guests."

Jason pulled on an old dark blue T-shirt that he wore around the house and
sat at the table with the boys while Ben mixed the drinks.  "You drink
martinis, dudes?" Ben asked.  "Vodka or gin?"

"Not very often, Ben, but we'll have what you're having."

"Time to push the boat out, eh kids?" Jason smiled.  "Yeah I'd say this is
as good a time as any."  When Ben had poured the drinks Jason raised his
glass.  "So, here's to new friends and your new jobs, guys."  They all
clinked glasses.  "I'm sure you're gonna enjoy working in that office.
Brandon is a great guy, and Ryan is too, when he can tear his thoughts away
from Darius.  I've never seen a boy worship a man the way Ryan does
Darius."

"Hey," Ben flashed a cheeky grin.  "I worship you, sir.  What d'ya think I
was doing over there?"

"Yes you were, kiddo.  You know me – I get off on a bit of
body-worship."  He laughed. "I can do it with just me and a mirror, but
it's a whole lot hotter when you're there, kiddo."

Jason's casual attitude to the startling scene they had witnessed eased any
residual discomfort or embarrassment the boys had been feeling. And even
though Jason had a strong streak of narcissism, he was a kind man and very
aware of others' feelings, especially these two shy nerdy kids who were
groping their way in what must be a new and scary world for them.

So Jason didn't embarrass them with questions about themselves but
deliberately launched into a series of anecdotes about his exploits as a
firefighter.  The boys were fascinated and in awe of this very handsome man
who loved showing off his body, and was obviously crazy about Ben, but who
answered the call to duty and put his life on the line as a
first-responder.

They downed another martini as they listened wide-eyed, and Jason's fund of
adventures would have continued, except for the onset of hunger.  "Hey, I
have an idea.  Ben, let's order in, Chinese I think.  You guys will stay
for dinner won't you?"

"Yes please, sir," Noah said.  They discussed their choices, then Ben and
the boys cleared the table, went into the kitchen to call the restaurant,
and pulled out bottles of wine.

Left alone, Jason leaned back in his chair, linked his hands behind his
head and smiled.  After all the noise and frenzied activity of his job, it
was a huge relief to come home to this rustic house and kick back with the
young gypsy he loved.

Surrounded all day by tough macho men, these new friends of Ben's were the
perfect antidote, and he liked them.  But, boy, were they innocent.  Shy,
skinny kids who seemed to have only each other for company, though from
what Ben had told him, they were just platonic buddies.  In fact, there
seemed to be no sex in their lives – asexual, Ben had called them,
though Jason had a hard time believing that real asexuality actually
existed. Surely their dicks got hard sometimes.

God knows what they had thought about Ben sucking his cock or, even more,
watching the bosses Randy and Bob go at it, which Ben had told him about.
How would they ever fit in with this big bunch of hot-looking, strapping
men and boys, who were all oversexed – the polar opposite of asexual?

Jason had great respect for their boss, young Brandon, and for everything
he had achieved – as independent as hell, refusing to be limited by life
in a wheelchair.  He was pretty sure Brandon would protect his new staff.
Ben said they hadn't actually met Randy yet, so they were in for a shock,
especially if Randy came on with his usual macho act with new boys, which
could be scary at the best of times.  Subtlety and finesse were not words
in the big gypsy's vocabulary.

Jason's meandering thoughts were interrupted by the boys coming out with
plates, glasses and bottles of wine.  The food was delivered and they were
soon engrossed in the meal and more fireman stories, washed down with
copious amounts of wine.

<><> BITE THE BULLET, SHARE A BED <><>

It turned out to be a lively meal that went on late.  Jason's fund of
stories, some of them life or death dramas, seemed endless, and Ben added
his own trove of tales from the construction site, including
larger-than-life portrayals of the three bosses – Randy, Zack and Seth.

The boys' more mundane bookkeeping and payroll activities seemed tame by
comparison, but even they entertained with stories of a former inept
supervisor who screwed up everything and left it to the staff to sort out.
They laughed about how they were greeted each morning, with fellow staff
saying, "OK, dudes, welcome to this morning's fuck-ups."

So on and on the party went and the wine flowed until at last Jason said,
"Hey, that can't be the time.  When do you have to report to the office,
kids?"

"Nine o'clock tomorrow morning, sir, and Brandon said we mustn't be late."

"No you can't," Jason said, "not on your second day in the office.  Plus
you are in absolutely no fit shape to drive home.  I'm responsible for this
and I've gotta fix it.  Only one thing for it.  You'll have to stay in our
guestroom tonight and go to work straight from here."

The boys looked at each other with a troubled frown.  "Don't worry, dudes,"
Ben said.  "It's a real nice room overlooking the arroyo and the stream
runs right by it.  It's got its own bathroom.  `Course it's only got one
bed, but it's a big king-size so plenty of room."

Vic's frown deepened.  "Dude ... like ... we've never shared a bed together
– never slept in the same room together."

Surprised, Ben said, "Well ... I guess one of you could have the guestroom
and the other one sleep on the living room couch.  It's a bit cramped but
..."

"Guys this is plain dumb," Jason interrupted. "I am not letting your drive
home after all the wine you've drunk, and you're not gonna walk home at
this time of night.  So you're just gonna have to bite the bullet and share
a bed for once in your life.  Ben will give you T-shirts and shorts to
sleep in, we'll have an early breakfast tomorrow then pack you off to work
so you'll be there on the dot of nine. I don't usually give boys orders but
in this case that's what's gonna happen."

"Sir," Ben grinned, "you look way sexy when you throw orders around like
that.  Is that how you whip the other firemen into shape?"

"I'll show how I do that when I get you in bed, kid," Jason grinned.  "Go
take care of our guests."

Despite their uneasiness, Noah and Vic thanked Jason profusely for a great
evening and followed Ben to the guestroom.  "I keep some of my stuff in
here," Ben said, digging clothes out of the closet and giving them each a
pair of boxer shorts and a T-shirt.  These should do, might be a bit big on
you but they're OK to sleep in.  And you'll find toothbrushes in the
bathroom."

He gave them both a quick hug.  "It was a great evening, dudes.  Sleep
well."

Ben went back to Jason who was stacking up plates.  "Don't you think that
was a bit weird, sir, them not wanting to share a bed?"

"Very weird, Ben.  Any regular guys would have no problem at all with that.
There's something else deep down, but it would take a Doc Steve to work
that out.  Now, what was it I said about giving you orders?  Let's hit the
sack, kid."

"Aye-aye, sir," Ben grinned.

In the guestroom the boys had an attack of shyness and avoided eye contact.
Noah picked up one set of the clothes Ben and given them and went to the
bathroom to brush his teeth.  When he came back he was wearing the shorts
and T-shirt and got quickly into the big bed.

That was Vic's cue to do the same, and he likewise soon emerged from the
bathroom and got into the bed on the other side.  They clung to the edges
of the bed with their backs to each other.  After a long silence Vic said,
"Nice evening don't you think, Noah?  Jason and Ben are real nice guys."

"Real nice, yeah."  Another long pause, then, "I'm looking forward to work
tomorrow."

"Yeah, me too.  G'night, Noah."

"'Night Vic."

They stayed far apart until they drifted into a light, troubled sleep.
They fidgeted, tossed and turned and lost their grip on the edge of the
bed.  In their sleep they slid slowly to the middle and ended up pressed
against each other back to back – and at last fell into a deep sleep.

<><> A BULL IN HEAT <><>

Sometime during the night Vic had turned over, and by morning his chest was
pressed against Noah's back, his arm draped lightly over him.  Vic woke,
opened his eyes and it took a minute to realize where he was.  When he felt
Noah under his arm he recoiled and Noah moaned softly without waking.  Vic
jumped out of bed and headed straight for the bathroom.

The sound of running water woke Noah, who frowned drowsily.  When Vic
emerged from the bathroom he was already dressed in his own clothes.  "Your
turn now, dude ... don't wanna be late."  Noah showered quickly and they
made the bed and neatly folded Ben's shorts and T-shirts they had worn.
When they went downstairs Ben was already sitting at the same table as
yesterday, now set for breakfast.

"Hey, guys, you sleep well?  Nice quiet room ain't it?  Jason left for work
already, early shift.  Come and grab some breakfast – mustn't be late.
Ben had noted both boys blush a little when he asked if they slept well but
he knew better than to pursue the subject.

They ate breakfast, then helped Ben clear the table and tidy the kitchen
before thanking him sincerely for last evening.  They drove off to the
tribe's compound and walked into the office ten minutes early.  Brandon was
already there and lifted his head from his computer.

"'Morning, guys.  Rumor has it you had dinner last evening with Jason and
Ben, then slept over in the guestroom."  On their looks of surprise he
grinned.  "The grapevine again.  I told you, the grapevine gets the news
almost before it happens.  You have fun?"

"Er, yes, sir," Noah said.  Jason and Ben were real nice to us."  (Brandon
made a mental note to work on erasing the word `nice' from their
vocabulary).  "OK, I've already set up work assignments for today – just
simple data entry in the construction crew's computer files.  That way you
get familiar with who they all are and their hourly rate."

The boys were happy to get right down to it and take refuge in familiar
activities where they felt safe.  It took their minds off the other
unsettling things they had seen – Bob and Randy fucking, Ben sucking
Jason's cock, and even the simple act of sharing a bed last night.

Ryan ran in breathlessly a few minutes late and apologized to Brandon.
"Sorry I'm late, dude, but Darius kept pulling me back into bed, and you
don't say no to Darius, at least I don't.  I am his boy, after all, and you
know how that goes."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it, dude.  Now I need you to look at an email I sent you
with a couple of glitches I found in that new program you built."

Feeling very comfortable with these guys now, the two rookies worked
steadily and happily and there was only one brief interruption when Darius
burst in, dressed for work, shirtless in black jeans and boots, his ebony
muscles gleaming under the office lights.  "Sorry, Brandon, don't let me
interrupt, but I just had to give my boy a last hug before work.  See, he
walked out on me."

Ryan jumped to his feet.  "Sir, I was late for work and ..."

"I know, I know, dude, just kidding.  But when I come home we take off
where we left off, right?"  He pulled Ryan into a tight hug and kissed him.
As he turned to leave Darius said to the new boys, "Hey, dudes, I hear you
spent the night at Jason's place.  Hope you had fun."

Without waiting for an answer Darius swept out as abruptly as he had burst
in.  Vic smiled at Brandon and shrugged.  "Grapevine, sir?"  Brandon
laughed.  "You're getting the hang of how things work around here, kid."

Work resumed again until the next interruption a short while later.  And
this was not quite as easy-going.  The door crashed open, and there stood
Randy, also dressed for work as the new boys had seen him yesterday –
old, dirty jeans, heavy work-boots and the torn, sweaty tank-top hanging
over his muscular torso.

"Hey, Brandon.  Thought I'd look in on my way to work and get acquainted
with your new staff."  The boys jumped to their feet, and still the brawny
construction boss towered over them.  "Hi, kids, we haven't really met,
although I hear you watched me yesterday giving the business to my man Bob.
Kinda hot, eh?  Hope it didn't scare you too bad – I know it can look
pretty rough when we go at it."

He took a step back and looked them up and down.  "Hm, kinda scrawny, we
gotta put some muscle on you guys.  Leave it to me, I've beefed up all the
boys – just takes a few sessions in the gym.  I'll push you hard, and
the reward comes at the end where the big ol' gypsy butt-fucks you.  It's
kind of my initiation to the tribe – all the boys go through it."

His swarthy features flashed a gleaming smile.  "Come and give the big bad
boss a hug."  He pulled Vic hard against him and squeezed tight, then
wrapped his brawny arms round Noah who felt like he was being suffocated.
When he pulled away Randy grinned raunchily.  "And that's only a down
payment, kids."

Brandon was seething.  "Sir, could I have a word with you outside, please?"

"Sure, kid."  Randy followed him out the door and Brandon wheeled himself
down the ramp and to a spot out of sight or sound of the office. Brandon's
blazing eyes looked up at the dark gypsy.

"Sir, I must ask you to treat my staff with more respect.  What you just
said and did in there was way out of line. It was body-shaming, sexual
harassment and creating a hostile work environment.  If you were my staff
I'd fire you.

"Not everyone is turned on by your sexual threats.  These young guys are
different from the other boys here.  I know they are thin and bit nerdy
looking but that don't bother them and it don't bother me.  They are
naοve and inexperienced.  They don't even seem to like sex, let alone
the crude sex you threatened them with.  They're now scared to death and I
wouldn't be surprised if they quit."

Brandon was breathing heavily now and gripped the arms of his wheelchair to
stop trembling.  "Sir, it's my job to nurture and protect my staff, you of
all people should understand that.  So now I s'pose I've made you mad and
you're gonna slap me.  Better you slap me than take it out on those kids.
Go ahead – I'm ready."  He turned his face up to Randy, closed his eyes
and gripped the wheelchair harder.

As he stared down at the boy tears came to Randy's eyes.  He fell to his
knees and his voice was soft but urgent.  "Brandon, please look at me
... please.  I'm not gonna hurt you ... no way I could ever hurt you,
kiddo.  I love you, Brandon."  Brandon opened his eyes and saw the light of
sincerity in the gypsy's pleading blue eyes.

"Brandon, everything you said there was true and I deserved every word.  I
guess I get too full of myself sometimes, `cos all the boys here love me to
fuck them, and I charged into these two kids like a bull in heat.  I'm
sorry, kiddo.

"And Brandon, I have never respected you more than I do now.  You behaved
just as a boss should, protecting your boys who are too weak and scared to
protect themselves.  You know how I feel about protecting boys ... you
acted just as I would."  He grinned, "Except I would have swung my fists.
You can take a swing at me now if you like."

Brandon managed a smile.  "That's not my way, sir, you know that.  I've
never punched anyone, least of all you.  I remember that day when I was
living alone and you came to my little house to install those pull-down
shelves for me.  That was the start of a huge change in my life – and
the day I started to fall in love with you.  So let's treat this as water
under the bridge, `cos I still want us to be friends."

In reply Randy leaned forward and kissed Brandon long and passionately.
"Thank you, sir.  Now I have to get back to those boys.  Don't worry, I'll
make it right with them, I know how to."

Randy ruffled Brandon's hair and Brandon went back to the office.  Calmly
he said, "Noah, Vic.  I'm sorry about that.  I want you to forget what
Randy said.  It will never be repeated and nothing of the kind will ever
happen to you, I give you my word.  Do you feel ready to go back to work?"

"Yes, sir," Vic said.  "Thank you, sir."  The boys looked at each other and
Vic said, "Sir there is one thing we'd like to ask you.  Er, Randy was
pretty scary but ... well, something strange happened."  He blushed and
Noah took over.  "Well, sir, after Randy left we both realized ... we
realized our dicks were hard.  What does that mean?"

Brandon grinned.  "Don't worry, guys.  Randy does that to everyone.  He
can't help it.  OK, forget about it and let's get back to work.

<><> BOB LEVELS WITH VIC & NOAH <><>

Randy didn't go straight to work.  He went back to the Boss House to see
Bob who was working in his office.  "Hey, Randy, what's up?  Shouldn't you
be at work?"

Randy looked like a guilty boy confessing to breaking a window.  "I've been
a prize idiot, buddy, and got a tongue lashing from Brandon, which I
deserved.  He said I should be fired."

He related the whole story to Bob who said.  "Good for Brandon.  Boy, that
kid has guts.  Bob chuckled, "And he fired you?  He's going to make a
terrific manager."  Bob heaved a deep sigh.  "Jesus.  It's at times like
this I feel like the guy who follows the circus parade with a shovel,
cleaning up the elephant shit."

Randy grinned "And I'm the elephant who just took a dump, eh?"

"Actually that's a pretty accurate way to describe it, Randy, if a bit too
graphic.  OK, leave it with me.  I was intending to speak to those kids
anyway.  It must seem to them they've been tossed into a bear pit and all
the bears have major hard-ons.  I should have talked to them earlier.  So
get your horny ass out of here, Papa bear."

Randy grinned.  "God, I love it when you talk dirty to me."  On Bob's
glare, "OK, OK, I'm gone.  Later, dude."  Bob sighed, picked up the phone
and called the office.  "Brandon, Randy just told me what happened and I'm
so sorry.  Are the boys OK?"

"Working hard, sir."

Good, good.  Listen, it's about time I talked to them and explained a few
things.  I was gonna work through lunch here and have Will bring me up a
tray.  Could you spare the boys during your lunch break to come up here and
lunch with me?"

Brandon agreed willingly and when they broke for lunch the boys made their
way to the Boss House.  They were a bit nervous, but they liked and trusted
Bob and knew they would be safe.  Bob welcomed them in and invited them to
join him at a small table set for lunch.  Will had already brought in a big
tray with lunch for three.

As they ate, Bob said, "Guys, this is a talk I should have had with you
when you first started work here.  Let me say first off that I heard about
you staying the night at Jason's and also the unfortunate incident this
morning in the office.  I also know you saw Randy and me making love up
here and, I believe, you saw Ben making love to Jason ... in their special
way. I guess this all leads to a discussion about sex.  If you find any of
it embarrassing just tell me to stop.

"Let me explain the setup here.  We are a whole bunch of men and boys
living together in a sort of tribe.  All the men have their own boys and,
well frankly, there is a lot of sex going on.  We all love each other and
sex is a way of showing our love.  But you have been hired to work in the
office, and I want to emphasize that your duties do not extend to any more
than office work.  If you can, you should ignore what you see in that
regard, as I understand you are not interested in sex.  Am I right?"

It was as if he had turned on a tap and the words started to flow.  Vic
said.  "Sir, we wanted to tell you about ourselves at the job interview but
we didn't `cos we didn't think you'd want to hear about our private lives,"

Bob grinned.  "Funny, I told Brandon not to ask you personal questions, as
your private life was none of our business.  OK, guys, fire away."

"Sir, Noah and me have been good friends for several years.  Our parents
are all deceased, we have no brothers and sisters nor any real friends.
That's why we spend most of our time together.  But when Ben asked if we
were lovers we made clear it was nothing like that."

"Truth is," Noah sad, "we don't really think about sex – we're more into
video games and watching TV together.  We live in separate small apartments
in the same building and ... and last night at Jason's was the first time
we ever shared a bed, or even a room."

"And how did that work out for you?"

They exchanged looks and Bob detected a slight blush.  Vic said, "Fine,
sir.  It was a big bed."

"OK, I get the picture, guys.  So let me reassure you on one thing.  Nobody
here will ever force you to do anything you don't want to, it's one of
Randy's strictest rules – despite those things he said to you earlier.
That was him just sounding off.  And if you have no interest in sex you
don't have to talk about it.  That should be easy as nobody here is likely
to turn you on."

There was a long silence and Bob sensed they wanted to say more.  Vic
cleared his throat. "Er, we just wanted to say that when we shared a bed
last night it was, kinda nice somehow.  Made us feel closer.  Not that we
touched or anything ... well not really.  When we woke up we were kinda
pressed against each other but that happened when we were asleep."

There was another long pause and Bob finally asked, "Anything else?"

Now Bob saw a real blush as Noah said, "Sir, when Randy talked to us and
hugged us we were scared what he was gonna do.  But after he left ... we
both had hard dicks.  And we don't know why."

"Ah, well you're not alone," Bob smiled.  "Randy has that effect on all the
guys here.  Which brings me to another question.  When you came here and
saw Randy and me having sex, why did you stay and watch instead of running
away?"

"We don't know that either, sir," Vic said.  "Or even why we couldn't stop
watching Ben ... doing what he was doing to Jason.  We're confused about a
lot of things, sir.  Like when that Darius guy came in and hugged Ryan.  He
said Ryan was his boy, but Brandon told us Darius is the boy of someone
called Zack."

Bob smiled. "Confusing, I know.  See it's now a generational thing.  I have
boys, the twins, and they have their own boy Will, who cooked this lunch.
Randy has a boy called Pablo and Pablo has his own boy Tyler.  The thing
is, guys, there's a whole lot of love tied up in all that – and we're
rather proud of that.  They're like small families in the middle of the big
family.

"So, how shall we try to work this out? I could make sure that you never
have to watch any of the guys making love again."  He paused and studied
them.  "Alternatively ... and I'm taking a risk here ... as you didn't run
away the other times, maybe you should see more examples."

Just then they heard loud voices from the garden. "Ah, maybe that's fate
stepping in.  As it happens, that sounds like Zack and Darius now.  This
might be tougher to watch as their love-making can be rather extreme. They
both work on the construction sites – Zack is a boss and Darius a
foreman.  Hard work makes them horny and sometimes they come home in their
lunch break and ... as the saying goes ... get it on.  Another, cruder
phrase is `get their rocks off'."

That made the boys smile and Bob was encouraged to press on.  "They, er,
have a favorite spot in the garden to fool around.  It's visible from our
guest room and I have to confess that I sometimes go and watch.  It's quite
a sight – two black muscle hunks, master and boy..."

"... getting their rocks off?" Noah smiled.

"Yep, I think you're ready," Bob grinned.  "OK, guys come with me."

<><> ZACK & DARIUS SKIP LUNCH <><>

They were more excited than nervous as they followed Bob into the guestroom
and to a window that overlooked a quiet corner of the garden, a small
clearing with a tree in the middle. The boys gasped as they saw Zack for
the first time – a tall, muscular black guy with chiseled features and a
shaved head, dressed the same as Darius, bare-chested in black boots and
black jeans.

Darius followed him into the clearing, and their voices were raised.
"Oops," Bob grinned.  "Sounds like trouble in paradise.  Sometimes even the
most loving men quarrel, especially opinionated alpha-studs like these two.
There's always a competitive edge."

"How many times do I have to tell you, boy?" Zack yelled.  "You don't
fucking talk to me like that in front of the crew.  If you've got a beef
with me we take it out back.  You don't belittle the boss to the crew."

"But I was right, sir.  You had measured the window-frame wrong."

"That's not the fucking point, asshole.  Take me aside and tell me, don't
shout it out and make me look like a fucking idiot."

"Even if you are being one."  Zack slapped his hand across Darius's face
and he staggered back against the tree.  The boys gasped and Noah gripped
Bob's arm.

"Don't worry, boys," Bob said, "these guys know what they are doing.  It
gets wilder."

Zack unbuckled his belt, slid it out of his jeans and went behind the tree.
He pulled Darius's arms behind him round the tree, wound the belt round his
wrists and buckled it tight.  Bob felt the boys tense but they stayed at
the window, riveted by the spectacle as Zack faced his bound captive.
"He's tied him up, sir.  He can't do that.  Tell him to stop."

Bob grinned.  "Nobody ever tells Zack to stop doing anything – except
maybe Randy."

"You've gotta learn, boy," Zack shouted.  "Anyone would think you're asking
for it."

"Which he probably is," Bob whispered to the boys.  "Gets complicated."

Zack put his hand under Darius's chin and pushed it up, his gray eyes
boring into him. "Now you're gonna apologize to me, boy."

"Go fuck yourself," Darius growled defiantly, to be met with another
backhander across his face.  "So that's how you wanna play it, uh?  OK,
let's see what you got, big boy."  Zack stood back and slammed his fist
into Darius's flexed stomach, then again and again as the bound black jock
double over and groaned.

"It's called `gut-punching' or `ab-bashing," Bob explained.  "See how he
flexes his abs to absorb the blows?"

Zack raise his elbow and slammed it hard into Darius's gut, making him howl
and double over again, his bound arms stretched behind him.  Zack grabbed
his head and pulled his face back.  "Ready to submit, big guy."

The defiant young buck groaned, "Go fuck yourself, man."

"Damn you, boy."  Zack slammed the back of his hand across his face again
and his head fell back against the tree. Zack clenched both fists and
pounded his captive's chest, blow after brutal blow, as the muscular body
shook under the blows and the handsome face grimaced in pain. The boys
winced and Noah said, "He's really hurting him, sir.  You gotta stop him."

"Kid, take a look at that huge bulge in Darius's pants. That's what
pec-punching does to him.  He'll quit when he's ready.  Any time now, I'd
say."  Bob was right.  Under the savage onslaught the tortured young buck
finally groaned, "I'm done, sir, I submit.  I can't take anymore.  I
apologize."

The attack stopped abruptly. "That's better," Zack growled.  Darius slumped
forward, Zack walked behind him and loosened the belt round his wrists,
then went back to face him – in defeat as he thought.  Bad mistake.
Darius was still doubled over, but as his wrists came free he suddenly
lunged forward, his shoulder slammed into Zack's stomach and the boss
reeled backward and crashed to the ground.

The belt was still wrapped round one wrist and Darius raised it and slammed
it down across Zack's back as he slumped on the ground.  The muscular black
construction boss yelled "Fuck you, boy," and rolled over and over trying
to avoid the heavy lashes of the belt that wrapped round his arms and
chest.  He raised his arms in defense but still the belt crashed down.

Finally Darius tossed the belt aside, launched himself on top of his
opponent and they rolled over the ground, grappling for the advantage.  The
belt lashing had weakened Zack and at last the muscular black buck had his
master pinned to the ground on his stomach.  He yanked down Zack's jeans
and slapped his bare ass.  Then he ripped open his own jeans and pulled out
his massive ten-inch black cock, solid as a rock.

The boys at the window gasped.  "Look at that thing," Vic said in a shocked
voice.

"One of the legends of the tribe," Bob said.

"Surely he's not gonna ..."

"Yes he is ... it's known as a dry-fuck."  Zack's screams echoed round the
garden as the huge weapon plunged in his ass.  Reflexively he tried to claw
his way forward on the ground to escape the pain of the huge shaft driving
in his ass, but Darius clamped his hands on his waist and pinned him to the
ground while he ramrodded his ass.

"Enough," Zack yelled at last.  "OK, I submit ... I give up ... you've
beaten me ... I can't take anymore."  Darius grinned, pulled his cock out
and turned Zack over on his back.  He pushed his legs back, glared down at
him, and drove his cock in again to more agonized screams.  Darius grabbed
Zack's cock and pounded it in his fist while his own cock pounded his ass.

He stared down at the tormented gray eyes as tears flowed from them.
"You're finished, big guy – I win.  Who's the master now, eh?  Let me
hear it.  Let me hear you beg."

"You are, sir," Zack groaned.  "Your ripping my ass ... I can't take
anymore.  Cum inside me, man, finish me off.  I'm begging you ... please
... I submit ... cum inside it ... please, sir ..."

The boys could hardly believe the sight of the muscular construction boss,
broken and humiliated, begging for mercy, his ass tortured by his own boy.

"Aaagh!"  Zack's ebony features twisted in pain, his shaved head thrashed
from side to side and his howls shook the window as his cock exploded in
Darius's fist, spraying jizz over his writhing body, while the
muscle-jock's massive black shaft blasted cum deep in his shattered ass."

The boys watched in awe, unable to avert their eyes, and Noah said to Bob,
"Is it over, sir?"

"Almost, Noah."  They watched as the long black cock pulled out of Zack's
ass inch by painful inch.  Then Darius sprang to his feet, reached down and
grabbed Zack's upstretched arm.  He pulled him up off the ground into a
passionate hug and a grinding kiss.

When at last they separated they grinned into each other's eyes as they
shoved their cocks back in their pants and buttoned them up.  Zack threw
his arm over Darius's shoulder and they walked out of the garden and back
to their truck.

<><> THAT NO-HUGGING THING <><>

There was a long silence at the window, then Vic said, "Sir, that was
... that was ..."

"... that was an average lunch break for those guys," Bob smiled.  They
were both horny and that was their way of showing their love for each other
... and getting their rocks off.  There are so many different ways to love,
and almost all of them end in a big hug, as you saw."

They thought about that and Noah said quietly, "We don't go in for that
hugging thing, sir.  We're just good friends.

"Even good friends hug sometimes," Bob smiled.  "Never mind.  I hope you
weren't too shocked by what you saw.  Listen, guys, I have a suggestion.
In the next few days there's likely to be a surge in office work that might
require overtime and some late evenings.  You told me you don't mind doing
overtime so my suggestion is that you stay here in this guestroom for a day
or two.

"You'll be only a few steps from the office, making it easier to come and
go.  There's only this one king-size bed as you see, but you told me that
you didn't mind sleeping in the same bed at Jason's.  You don't have to, of
course, but I thought ..."

The boys exchanged quick glances and Noah said, "We would like that, sir,
thank you."

"Great.  Needless to say you will be left alone in here – no late night
visits from anyone – not Randy, not anyone.  And before I leave, there's
one other piece of advice I would give you boys.

"I told you earlier that you will never have to do anything that feels
wrong to you.  But the other side of that coin is, be open to feelings you
might have buried because you once thought they were wrong.  Be sure not to
close yourself off from new sensations just because they're new.  You're
young, you have new worlds to explore, so don't hold back.  But of course,
staying just as you are is perfectly fine too, if that's your choice.

"OK," Bob laughed, "here endeth the final lesson.  Before you go back to
the office I'll leave you to take a little time and look around the room to
make sure it suits you.  I'll call Brandon and explain that I kept you
longer than anticipated, OK?"

His handsome face lit up with a warm smile.  "Pity about that `no hugging
thing' as you call it, `cos I was kinda hoping for one before you leave
here and go back to the office."

Again the boys exchanged glances, then Vic said.  "Sir, we can do that with
you – to thank you for lunch and the talk and ... everything.  Bob
opened his arms and folded them round Vic in a gentle hug.  Vic could feel
the muscular body under Bob's T-shirt, and Bob was pleased to feel the boy
dig his fingers into his back.  "My turn now," Noah said, and his response
to the hug was even tighter.

When they separated, Bob looked down at their crotches and smiled.
"Anything?"

They blushed.  "Actually, yes sir," Vic said shyly.  "Same as when Randy
did it."

"Well it's a start," Bob chuckled, and left the room.

Vic and Noah grinned at each other.  Both of them felt the odd sense that
they had caught a glimpse of a whole new world.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 531


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