Date: Sat, 23 Jan 2021 03:13:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 534  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 534 by Rob Williams

Chapter 534 – "RANDY – THE BIGGEST, BADDEST & BEST"

IN THIS CHAPTER

After violent outbursts of rage, gypsy boss Randy gets anger therapy from
the tribe's shrink Doctor Steve, Randy's handsome look-alike brother. To
curb Randy's macho impulses and sexual compulsion, the doc restrains him
from joining two sexy young jocks, Tommy and Danny, making love by the
pool.  Horny as hell, Randy re-focuses his lust on the only other ass
around – Doc Steve's, his own brother.

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

The repercussions of boss Randy's violent burst of anger still resonated in
the tribe.  His irrational rage had resulted in gross insults to the new
young office boys, Vic and Noah, and to their boss, the young office
manager Brandon.  To cap it all, the macho gypsy had loudly disrespected a
man he loved, the older man and friend of the tribe, Uncle Mike.

Mike looked on Randy almost as a son and dealt with him harshly, punishing
him physically and sexually in front of the tribe.  Randy pleaded with Mike
not to give up on him, so Mike set conditions.  He was to personally
apologize to the boys he had insulted, and then undergo a course in
anger-management from the tribe's therapist, Randy's own brother Doctor
Steve.

So Randy had completed the apology tour, and then submitted to more
punishment from his lover Bob, where his sexual cravings had been repulsed
in an agony of frustration and denial.  After that, Bob had insisted that
Randy go straight to Steve to fulfil the last of Mike's demands.

Bur resentment still gnawed at the tough construction boss as he approached
Steve's house.  His free spirit rebelled at being forced to undergo
treatment like this.  But he brightened when he was greeted at the door of
Steve's Hollywood Hills home by the young house manager Tommy, a gymnast
with a spectacular ass that Randy had fucked often.

Randy rewarded Tommy's flirtatious smile with a kiss full on the lips,
knowing it would give the boy a huge erection in his pants.  As they
crossed the living room Tommy's boyfriend Danny came in from the pool.  He
was visiting Tommy for the day and Randy grinned at the sight of the two
handsome blonds together.

Doc Steve appeared at his office door and smiled, "Hey Randy, come on
through."  He chuckled, "Keep your eyes off those boys, bro.  This visit is
all about you, no one else."

It was meant as a joke but touched all Randy's resentment buttons.  "Laying
the law down already, doc?" he said, sprawling in an armchair.  "Knocking a
guy when he's already down?"

"Sorry, Randy, just trying to lighten the mood.  I`ve heard what you've
been going through."

"What I've been putting other guys through, don't you mean?"

"Bit touchy aren't we, Randy?  That's one thing we gotta work on."

Still bristling Randy said, "Look, bro, let's get one thing straight before
we begin this stuff.  I don't need to be here.  It didn't work last time
and it won't work now.  I only came to satisfy the guys down there after I
went off the rails.  I wanna show Bob and Mike I can be a good boy."

"Hmm," Steve murmured skeptically.  "If I recall, our last series of anger
management sessions were at the insistence of the insurance company after
you slugged a crewman and almost put him in hospital. Against my advice you
voluntarily terminated the sessions.

"I even went against professional ethics by reporting to the insurance that
we had simply completed the course of treatment, and they bought it.  I
knew if I told the truth your contractor's license would be pulled and bang
goes your job."

"I appreciate what you did, doc, so maybe you can do the same kinda thing
this time."

"And lie to Bob and Mike?"

"Ah, don't bust my chops. Steve.  We both know this head-shrink mumbo-jumbo
is eighty percent bullshit, though it brings in a ton of money for you to
afford a fancy place like this.  But this ain't my style ... a guy like me,
in construction, has gotta crack the whip sometimes, throw a punch or two.
So let's just go through the motions here and you can pronounce me cured."

"Randy, I'm a doctor.  I have no intention of `going through the motions'
and I strongly resent your implication that I do this just for the
money. You know very well that you need professional help, but I see now
that I'm the wrong professional.  I'm your brother, so you have no respect
for what I do.  Respect and trust between doctor and patient are essential,
and I encourage patients to shop around for a therapist till they find one
they feel comfortable with.

"So I'll give you this list of highly qualified doctors who specialize in
anger management.  You can go away and call one of these therapists who
will provide the treatment you obviously need.  We're done here. You can
see yourself out.  If you like you can stay by the pool a while and have a
drink with those two boys.  I suspect that's what you really came for
anyway, far sexier than a therapy session with your money-grubbing
brother."

Steve held out his hand to shake goodbye, but Randy sighed, "Ah, Steve, I'm
sorry about that money crack, I know it's not true.  Just like all those
insults I threw at the boys were not true. But that's the problem, I get
mad and pop off like that – like I become a different guy.  I love you,
Steve, and I do respect the work you do.  Dude, I don't wanna see no
stranger.  I'd give him a harder time than I give you and I'd prob'ly end
up slugging him."

Steve let him talk.  "OK, doc, I admit it, I do need help.  Like I said,
when I get mad I kinda lose my mind.  The demons take over, like some kinda
nightmare, and when I wake up I see all the damage I've done.  Dude, this
time it was only insults, but I'm scared that one day I'll really hurt one
of those sweet kids, or even Bob and ..."  He turned his head away to hide
his tears.

Steve saw his brother's pain and said gently, "OK, Randy, we'll declare a
truce and start over.  But no distractions, like the blond jocks out by the
pool.  Just the truth, bro, and trust.  Deal?"

"Deal, buddy."

========= CHAPTER 534 =========

<><> THE BIGGEST, THE BADDEST, THE BEST <><>

Doc Steve smiled. "OK, Randy, first off, the usual stock reminder that this
therapy session is strictly confidential.  Everything said here remains
within these four walls – though of course you're free to talk about it
outside all you want."

"Yeah, yeah, I know all that stuff, bro."

"And the `bro' thing.  Of course we're brothers, but in here we're doctor
and patient.  You can tell me anything you want and I'll answer as your
therapist, no family judgements.  So what I'd like is for you to take me
through the events of yesterday that led up to this whole incident.  And
it's helpful if you express your feelings as you go along."

Randy sighed deeply but not out of frustration.  He found that he really
wanted to get it all off his chest.  "It was one of those days, Steve –
we all have them – where everything went wrong from the start –
crewmen calling in sick, lost blueprints, late delivery of supplies, fights
flaring up in the crew.  I was glad when the day came to an end and Darius
brought the paychecks from the office.

"Then, the last straw.  The office hadn't printed out the checks for the
hourly guys, who were all waiting to grab their money and leave.  That's
where I lost it, Steve.  I fucking blew my top."

Randy re-lived for Steve the sequence of events – leaping into his
truck, roaring off to the office and yelling at Brandon and the shy young
new guys.  His voice broke as he told how he had shoved Brandon's
wheelchair hard against the wall, then stormed out of the office to be
confronted by Uncle Mike.  Mike followed him outside to the truck where
Randy punched him to the ground, but Mike responded by kicking him
painfully in the balls.

"I guess that's where I kinda woke up, Steve, like from a nightmare, and
realized what I had done.  Mike challenged me to hit him again, but of
course I didn't.  I'll never forget his next words – `you're fucking
pathetic, man, I can't look at you anymore.  I'm outa here.  I can't be
around a lunatic like you. I'll take my boy Larry and clear out and that's
the last you'll see of me'.

"Bob, god love him, persuaded Mike to stay, but he exacted a heavy
price. He made me suck his dick while his boy Larry fucked my ass – I
got spit roasted while all the other guys watched from their windows.  Then
Mike called the senior men who stood round me and jerked off all over me as
my final degradation. Steve, like I told Bob, I'd have gone through ten
times that, just to show Mike how ashamed I was – to prove I could take
it – prove how much I love the guy."

"Anyway, that's when Bob put me through the wringer.  Tied me up and turned
me on so bad I went crazy with frustration and busted my load looking at
the gorgeous mother-fucker.  I dunno, Steve, I guess I'm just a hopeless
fucking mess."

Steve smiled.  "A mess maybe, Randy, but not hopeless at all.  So let's
talk about impulses, `cos they are at the root of this, especially in your
treatment of the boys.  Tell me something.  When you come across any of the
junior boys, what is your usual impulse?"

"Steve, I love those kids, you know that.  Comes from all those years
taking care of my five little brothers in Texas.  I'm protective of the
boys.  I'd go apeshit if I saw anyone hurting them."

"And this time you were the man who hurt them, Randy.  But there is a ray
of hope.  You insulted them verbally but didn't lash out physically –
unlike the time you slugged a crewman so bad the insurance company had a
fit."

"Yeah but I shoved Brandon's wheelchair hard – what if he'd fallen out
and been really injured?"

"True, but my point is that you still have some shreds of impulse control,
otherwise you'd have laid into them too.  I haven't met Vic and Noah yet
but I understand they are physically not very imposing – skinny with
just average looks.  That alone must make them insecure, being surrounded
by all those buff good-looking boys.  And when you see young kids as
vulnerable as they are, there's something in you that controls your worst
excesses, even in a rage.

"What I'm getting at, Randy, is that this is all about impulse control.
And that's the main thing we have to work on.  Your impulsiveness runs deep
– it's bred in the bone.  Probably comes from those years you mentioned
on the hard-scrabble streets of West Texas.  That's where you became a
fighter.  You had to be the best for you and your brothers to survive. And
you became the best ..." Steve grinned ... "as they say in the movies the
biggest, the baddest and the best.

"But here's the deal – you are still a fighter, still the biggest,
baddest and best.  That's what all the guys of the tribe love in you.  It's
why they look up to you as their leader – as your young brothers used
to.  And incidentally, it's what makes you incredibly sexy – you are all
man, Randy, and the guys love that.  Bob sure does – it's why he's so
crazy in love with you.  And it's why Mike loves you like a son – you're
his ideal man – minus the fits of rage, of course."

"Hey, what's all this positive shit, bro?  You building me up just to tear
me down?"

"No, Randy, I'm giving you all the `positive stuff' as you call it as a
solid base to work from.  What I'm saying, Randy, is you're not a total
loss."

Randy chuckled.  "That's a pretty low bar to set, doc – `not a total
loss'.  Like looking at a wrecked car and deciding not to write it off but
to mend it."

"And we can mend it Randy, if you work with me over time.  But going back
to my focus on impulse control.  If we can improve that, we're halfway
home.

"You see, there's a connection between being the toughest guy around and
the sexiest – comes from the same root.  You have been the biggest and
best for so long you assume you can get whatever you want – obedience
and hard work from your men, and instant sex from whatever hot man or boy
you lust after.  And the truth is, you're right, you do get all that.
Except the occasions you don't – whether it's delayed paychecks or an
ass you can't have.  And that's where the towering rage happens.

"The impulse to slug when you're angry is the same as the impulse to fuck
when you're horny.

"And sometimes they get all mixed up together – the sexiest man alive
becomes the angriest man alive.  You remember when you first met Bob?  The
most beautiful, sexiest man you had ever seen.  You wanted him, so you just
followed your impulse and took it.  We all know you're a butt man – when
you see a gorgeous ass you take it, and you rarely meet resistance.  But
Bob did resist, which threw you into a rage and you beat him up."

"You're making me sound like a compulsive jerk, doc."

"But you are compulsive, Randy – it's what drives you.  Impulse is
acting on instinct, compulsive is giving in to an urge you can't resist,
and you do both.  Let me ask you something.  When you arrived at the house
today I know you were in a resentful mood. But something brightened that
mood, am I right?"

"Damn, you know me too well, dude.  Sure, hearing Tommy's sexy voice over
the gate intercom, and then seeing that spectacular ass.  When I saw his
boyfriend, that young jock Danny, I almost thought, fuck the therapy, I
want ass – both of them."

"But when I called you into the office you resisted the urge and your
instincts, and came in."

"For now anyway," Randy grinned.  "But just now when you tried to throw me
out of your office you said sarcastically that I could stop by the pool and
have a drink with those guys.  It was very tempting, Steve.  I almost
thought, what the hell?  A shrink is a shrink, but an ass is an ass ... and
I almost followed the urge."

"The only reason you didn't, Randy, is because I had just rejected you as a
patient... and you couldn't stand rejection. You wanted the therapy when
you were told you couldn't have it.  It was one impulse versus another –
and I won.  But, er, when our session is over ...?"

"Then I'll have that drink, bro ... and those asses."

"And I have no doubt the boys would offer them.  They're probably talking
about that right now.  Good, this is exactly the point I wanted to reach,
Randy.  I have to confess I've been leading you by the nose to get here.
Now we'll take a short break while I go outside a minute.  I'll be right
back."

"Dammit, doc, you are one hell of a weird shrink, you know that?"

"You're about to find out just how weird, Randy."

<><> THERAPY WITH NO ROPES <><>

When Steve left the office Randy didn't bother wondering what plot he was
hatching this time – something involving those hot young guys out by the
pool he supposed idly.  He settled back in the armchair, arms stretched out
along the back, legs manspread, and heaved a long sigh.  He was feeling
better now than he had ever since the start of this whole ugly chapter.

It was great talking to Steve.  The guy really knew his job, drawing out a
patient without the guy realizing it.  So the doc had been leading him by
the nose, eh? Randy grinned.  Well more power to him.  He had helped Randy
purge his demons, at least that's the way it felt.

Randy used to resent his brother, with his sophisticated lifestyle – a
successful therapist with fancy offices in Beverly Hills, and this
sprawling home in the hills.  Randy knew Steve had an up-market list of
patients, including celebrities.  Boy, he must know the secrets of the
stars but he wasn't talking.

But lately Randy's fraternal resentment had faded.  Bob had pointed out to
him that both brothers were highly successful in their respective fields
– one a Beverly Hills doctor, the other the creator and boss of a highly
profitable construction company.  It was a fact – both brothers could be
proud of their achievements.

And they both had soulmates – Steve had the architect Lloyd, and Randy
had Bob.  Ah, Randy smiled to himself, that's something nobody else had, a
man as spectacular as Bob.  And together they had attracted a tribe of
incredible men and boys who loved and supported each other like a big
family.  Yup, he would be sitting on top of the world – if only he could
get rid of this impulsive, compulsive bullshit, whatever the doc called it.

Just then Steve came back in.  "Sorry to have left you alone, Randy, but
it's all set."

"So what's your crazy therapist mind come up with this time, bro?"

"Well, when you mentioned what Bob's punishment had been – tying you
down, and denying you the sex you craved – it got me thinking.  I've
often told Bob he should have been a therapist.  And in a way, what he did
could actually be considered the start of your treatment.  Now it's up to
me to carry it forward.

"Except my therapy doesn't include bondage.  I've heard of some way-out
therapy that does, actually, but that's too wild even for me.  And in any
case, in the real world when you hit the roof there are no ropes
restraining you and you're free to swing your fists.  We have to simulate
those circumstances, which means no ropes – and hopefully, no fist
swinging.  As therapists always say – it's all in the mind, buddy.

"So, after your session is over in here, your plan was to go and mix it up
with the boys out there, eh?  Dude, I think that's such a great idea that I
want to end the indoor part of your therapy and move it outdoors – by
the pool."

"Whatever you say doc.  Like you said, that was my intention anyway.  I'll
get off on it."

"Hmm, wouldn't be too sure about that, bro.  Therapy can be painful."

<><> IMPULSE CONTROL <><>

When Steve and Randy emerged from the house, the noisy two-man love-fest
was in full swing.  And foreplay was hot and heavy in the pool.  The blond
jocks were frolicking naked in the water, wrestling, kissing, laughing –
a frisky prelude to the inevitable result.

"Oh yeah, that's my kinda party, doc," Randy grinned roguishly.

"Not exactly, Randy.  Not your party, theirs.  We are merely spectators.  I
already came out and cleared it with them and they said they don't mind an
audience.  In fact they're so into each other they'll hardly notice us."

"Yeah, but ..."

"But me no buts, Randy.  You are still my patient and this is still
therapy.  But that does not preclude a drink.  Beer?"

"Yeah, sure.  Gotta have some fun," Randy mumbled, feeling deflated at the
way his `therapy' was shaping up.  Steve went into the house, leaving Randy
sitting watching the erotic show and murmuring, "Fuck ... shit damn."

The two young athletes were grappling in the pool, diving and resurfacing
with their mouths clamped together.  Their muscular bodies flashed in the
sun and spray, and when they dived under, their glorious bare butts flashed
up for a second, before being submerged.  It was a tantalizing glimpse of
perfect white globes that taunted and beckoned to Randy, his cock rigid in
his jeans.

"Charming, aren't they?" Steve said, reappearing with the beers.

"Charming ain't exactly the word I would use, bro.  Fucking pornographic is
closer."

Steve had changed from his business attire of slacks and dress-shirt into
swim trunks and he tossed a pair to Randy.  "Just because you're still in
therapy, Randy, don't mean you have to keep wearing those preppy clothes
Bob made you put on.  This is Southern California, the sun is hot, and
we're by the pool.  So get comfortable."

Without taking his eyes off the action in the pool, Randy stood up and
pulled off his polo shirt and jeans.  Steve did a muted double-take at the
sight of the brawny, naked gypsy, his long thick cock rigid as a pole.
Yeah, Steve thought to himself – the biggest, baddest and sexiest.  And
even the doc's cock stirred in his swim trunks.

Randy pulled on the blue board-shorts that clung to his slim hips, sat down
and took a long swig of beer.  He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand
and said, "OK, doc, so what's the drill?  You want me to limit myself to
just one of those perfect butts."

"Jeez," Steve grinned, "the arrogance of the man has no limits.  You're
assuming both of those boys want you to fuck them?"

"Duh.  You saw the look in their eyes when I came into the house.  It don't
take a degree in psychology to recognize that look.  I've seen it a million
times."

"Well OK, maybe you do have good animal instincts.  But you got the
prescription wrong.  Like I said, Bob had the right idea – no sex, even
though he taunted and teased you with that gorgeous superman face and body.
`Course, he had to tie you down to stop you joining in.  But with therapy,
it's all in the mind – no bondage.

"You see Randy.  I told you the answer to your whole problem is learning to
curb your instincts and control those urges whenever you feel them.  Like
the urge you're feeling now to jump in the pool with those guys and
dominate them both sexually.  But that ain't gonna happen, dude.  Like I
said, therapy can be painful.  I hope your mind is as tough as your body."

At that moment Danny was attempting to climb out of the pool but Tommy kept
pulling him back and they fell back in the water howling with laughter.
But Danny finally made it, Tommy crawled after him and they fell in a heap
on chaise cushions pushed together on the deck as a mattress.  They tussled
for a while and the watching men made bets on who would come out on top.

"Danny in a heartbeat," grinned Randy.  "Tommy's gymnast ass has got to be
ploughed."

"Dunno," said Steve.  "Maybe with you, sure, but when he's with his lover
don't you think Tommy wants a role reversal occasionally?"

Steve turned out to be right.  Danny was pinned face down and Tommy,
kneeling over him, yelled, "What do you want, dude?"

"What the fuck do you think I want?  I want your dick up my ass."

"Coming right up," Tommy laughed, staring down at the wet, white mounds of
his ass, contrasting sharply with his golden tan.  He slapped Danny's butt
a few times as a warmup, then planted his cock between the cheeks and eased
it inside.  "You feel that bro?  You feel your buddy's rod sliding down
your chute?"

"Fuck yeah," Danny groaned.  "Fuck me, dude ... fuck me the way I like it
best."

Tommy flashed a gleaming smile and knew what Danny meant.  He braced his
hands on the small of Danny's back then rose up off his knees and onto his
feet so his body was arched over his lover.  His only points of contact
were his hands on Danny, his dick up Danny's ass, and his feet on the
ground.

"It was a seductive sight for Randy who stared at the athletic physique
rising and falling over the blond jock pinned beneath him. Tommy's muscles
rippled as he rode his lover's ass, like he was doing pushups as he fucked,
his own stunning ass on full display, flexing as he rose and fell.

Steve glanced at Randy.  "Beautiful sight, eh Randy, and I know what you're
thinking.  All it takes to complete the picture is another dick up Tommy's
ass as he rides Danny – your dick."

"Damn straight," Randy growled.  He took a last slug of beer, wiped the
back of his hand across his mouth and started to get up, his hungry gazed
fixed on the flawless ass he knew so well.

But Steve pulled him back down on his chair.  "Moment of truth, Randy.  Of
course your impulse is strong – you're sexually compulsive.  You would
normally charge over there without another thought and dive right into
Tommy's ass.  He would love it and so would Danny, like you were fucking
him through Tommy.

It's the same kind of irresistible impulse you have when you lash out after
a guy annoys you, or a mistake makes you angry.  And we're here to curb
those urges – and when I say here I mean sitting in this chair, and
staying there."

"Fuck you, man."  But as he rose again Randy recalled those were the words
and tone he used on Mike and on those frightened kids.  He sat down again
and grunted, "At least I wouldn't be hurting anyone – damn, I'd be
turning them on."

"That's not the point, Randy.  You have to learn self-control."

"Fuck you man," he growled again, though this time it was his way of giving
in. So he watched in growing frustration as the two naked young jocks made
love, Danny clawing at the cushions and looking over his shoulder at his
athletic lover.  Randy started to grope in his shorts for his cock but
Steve smacked his hand away and Randy muttered, "Tyrant."

But he survived.  As a matter of fact, once he had conquered his initial
impulse it got easier to sit back and enjoy the erotic scene – two
stunning young men making love – men Randy had pleasured before and no
doubt would again.  But now was a time to watch and enjoy, now that his
initial impulses had been batted away.

By now Danny had turned over on his back and, legs raised, was gazing up at
Tommy's square-cut features and sculpted body.  Still fucking him gently,
Tommy leaned forward between his legs, bent down and kissed him.  "You're
such a great fuck, Danny.  You wanna feel my jizz in your ass?"

"No," Danny grinned, "I wanna make love like this all day.  Except my
dick's fit to explode.  So I guess we better, eh?"

"OK, kid.  Here it comes."  Randy watched as both bodies tensed, their
smiles grew wider and their shouts echoed round the pool as Tommy plunged
in deep and Danny pumped juice all over his own flexed abs."

<><> BROTHERLY LUST <><>

Hearing a burst of applause from their audience, Tommy leapt to his feet
and pulled Danny up beside him.  They smiled at Steve and Randy, bowed low,
then did elegant matching swan dives into the pool.

Steve smiled at Randy.  "Very impressive, don't you think?  And to repeat
that overused shrink question, Randy, how do you feel after that?"

"Fucking horny.  Oh sure, I managed to squelch that impulse thing and hey,
look doc – no ropes – and I'm still sitting here.  But after watching
that fine display of jock-sex, my dick is screaming for attention.  Dammit,
Steve, one kind of tension's been traded for another."

"Ah, we can't have that, can we?  That was definitely not supposed to
happen, but I suppose it was inevitable.  The idea is get rid of all
tension, eliminate the fertile ground for compulsion of any kind –
including a rock-hard dick.  Any suggestion on how to do that, Randy?"

"That's easy, doc.  Fuck!  I need a good hard fuck.  I suppose Tommy and
Danny are off the menu?"

"Oh yeah.  They were there to tempt you, like the apple in the Garden of
Eden.  Unlike Adam, you proved you could resist temptation – with no
ropes, no restraints, except the occasional hand-swat from me. But if you
fucked those boys now, it would undo all the progress we've made so
far. Instead of the fuck-free result you achieved, it would just be a
delayed fuck and that would be meaningless.

"But hey, there's nothing wrong with getting your rocks off to relieve your
tension.  Just find some other way."

"Dude, I am not the kind of guy who can go in the bathroom, jerk off, and
shove my dick back in my pants with a grin on my face.  Ain't gonna happen.
No, when I'm horny I need to fuck ass.  But except for those boys there
ain't no other ass in this fancy neck of the woods, except yours."

That thought hung in the air.  Randy caught the odd smile on his brother's
face and asked him, "What?"

"Oh, just that you're not the only one in our family with sexual impulses,
big brother."

"Meaning?"

"Oh nothing ... maybe.  Come on, let's go for a swim."  Steve stood up, in
just his swim trunks, and stretched.  Randy looked up at him, and realized
what a great body his brother had, the result of many gym sessions
downstairs with his lover Lloyd and Tommy.  And of course Randy admired
Steve's face, which was a clean-shaven, shorter-haired version of his own
swarthy stubbled look.

Steve walked to the edge of the pool, looked back at Randy with a seductive
smile and dived in.  Randy realized his own cock was even harder in his
shorts.  He went to the pool and dived in, while Tommy and Danny got out,
toweled off, and took Steve and Randy's seats at the table.

Having watched the boys cavort in the pool earlier, the men did much the
same – more forceful than playful, though.  As they horsed around,
wrestling in and under the water, they both gave way to their growing
carnal instincts.  This was more than a brotherly romp.  Sex was rearing
its head and they paused to catch their breath before things got out of
hand.

They clung on to the edge of the pool and grinned at each other.  "So what
was that, doc?" Randy said.  "Come on, you're the shrink.  Like they say,
"Physician, heal thyself."

"I may be a physician, Randy, but I'm a man too.  Maybe I don't go around
slugging guys – I'd lose my license if I did – but I am your brother,
same genes, and we share some of the same impulses."

"You?  The buttoned-down therapist whose rule is always keep a distance
from patients, never get emotionally involved."

"Dammit, Randy, a while ago when I was talking about you in our session,
remember what I said?  You're a fighter, still the biggest, baddest and
best.  I told you that's what all the guys love about you, and look up to
you as their leader.  And incidentally, it's what makes you incredibly sexy
– you are all man, Randy, and the guys love that.  Well ... I'm one of
those guys, Randy."

"And also my brother."

"Which just makes it that much more intriguing.  And when I saw you strip
naked out here and put on your board shorts ... well, let's just say you're
not the only one who had a boner."

Randy chuckled.  "Do you remember the first time we met in your office?  We
looked so alike that you persuaded me to take a DNA test, which came back
positive – we were brothers. Damn that made me angry.  I hit the roof
and, to prove we couldn't be related I fucked your ass, right there in your
fancy office.  When I stormed out I said, `How's that for brotherly love?'"

"I think of that often, Randy.  It's like I said, you're a fighter – and
incredibly sexy."

"You know, doc," Randy smiled, "I get an eerie feeling you're leading me by
the nose again, like you did in your office – or this time leading me by
my cock.  Only thing is, I'm not sure where you're taking me."

Suddenly Steve swam to the steps at the shallow end and pulled himself
halfway up before Randy launched himself on top of him.  But Steve dragged
him out with him and, like a replay of the boys' earlier action, they
landed on the same bed of cushions, rolling over in a tangle of muscular
limbs until Randy had Steve pinned face down, as Tommy had pinned Danny.

"Like you said, bro, I am a fighter – and I always win."  Randy tugged
at Steve's wet shorts, pulled them off and flung them across the deck.  He
jumped to his feet, dropped his own board shorts and stood astride his
brother, butt naked.

Steve turned over on his back and stared up in awe at the dark gypsy
towering over him, and especially the massive shaft standing out hard as
steel.  "Randy, I'm not sure if ..."

"Shut the fuck up, bro.  You're not leading me anymore.  I'm in charge of
this therapy session, doc, and it don't need no fucking clipboard ... just
this."  He wrapped his fist round his cock and grinned salaciously.  He
hooked his foot under Steve's stomach and flipped him back over on his
face.

Randy dropped to his knees between Steve's splayed legs and said, "Good
thing your ass and my dick are wet, doc, `cos I don't believe in lube."

"Aaagh!"  Steve groaned as Randy sank his cock in his ass, then pulled back
and plunged in again.  "And how do you fell about that, doc?" he laughed.
Steve groaned, "Feels good to me, bro.  That all you got?"

"You know me better than that, dude – right from that time I butt-fucked
you in your office."  Still following Tommy's playbook, Randy slapped
Steve's ass as he fucked it.  The boys, sipping beer at the table, grinned
at each other recognizing the replay of their own love-making.  Only this
time it was one hot man – the gypsy construction boss – fucking his
look-alike brother, the handsome doctor trapped beneath him.

Another thing the brothers shared was a rugged tolerance of pain –
especially the pleasure/pain of getting ramrodded up the ass.  Randy leaned
forward and planted his hands on Steve's muscular back, holding him down
while he fucked harder and faster.  "Damn, feels great to pound a macho
mother-fucker like you, doc – even if you are my brother – especially
as you're my brother."

Tommy and Danny were so turned on by the incredible sight of one musclehunk
brother drilling another that they had pulled out their cocks, which were
hard again so soon after their own fuck.  "Dude," Danny grinned, "this is
sure worth the price of admission – fucking gorgeous." They reached over
and stroked each other's cock slowly, careful to wait for the ideal
cum-shot.

Steve was groaning, "Dude, you're so fucking gorgeous I wanna watch you
while you fuck me."

Randy pulled his dick out, flipped Steve over on his back and smiled down
at him.  "Steve, you're my brother, and I love you. One thing your therapy
showed me is that I should be loving you instead of banging your ass like
that old impulsive Randy would.  You showed me how to deal with my bad
impulses – now I'll show how I replace them with something finer.  Call
it the newer, kinder Randy.  Call it the last phase of today's shrink
session."

Randy pushed Steve's legs back gently, planted his cock against his butt
and eased it in slowly, down to the soft warm depths of his ass.  Steve's
eyes sparkled.  "Randy, with all that ranting and raving you do, I forgot
the other side – the side Bob fell in love with".

"Yeah, bro, and I'll show you how Bob and I do it.  All you have to do is
look in my eyes."

Steve stared into the pale blue eyes and saw himself, the same face as his
brother's staring back at him, a reflection repeated endlessly like a hall
of mirrors.  "It feels like I'm fucking myself, bro," Steve murmured,
savoring the gentle caress of his brother's cock sliding in and out of his
ass.

And so the handsome brothers made love, smiling at each other and seeing
that smile reflected in each other's eyes.  "I never felt this close to
you, Randy – never realized how much I love you.  You've taught me as
much as I've taught you today.  Fuck, this feels good.  OK if I touch my
cock, `cos you're bringing me real close?"

Randy bent low and kissed his brother, then resumed that hypnotic gaze.
"OK, doc, let's see you splash your load all over those ripped abs. `cos
I'm about to fill your ass with jizz."

Their smile turned to laughter as their bodies shuddered and Steve's cock
poured cum over his own body, and his gypsy brother came inside it.  When
their heavy breathing subsided Randy grinned down at Steve.  "Now that's
what I call therapy, doc."

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Now it was the men's turn to hear applause.  Tommy and Danny cheered as
enthusiastically as Randy and Steve had cheered them earlier. And their
response was the same.

Randy stood up, pulled Steve to his feet and they bowed low at the edge of
the pool, then dived in.  When they surfaced Tommy looked down at them and
said to Steve, "Sir, may we assume that Randy is staying for lunch?"

"And the rest of the afternoon, eh bro?"

"I took the whole day off work," Randy said, "so sure, I'd love to hang out
with you guys – let you sample the new improved Randy."

The rest of the day was festive, and it was late in the afternoon when
Randy drove down the hill on his way home, still in the board shorts and
T-shirt he had worn all afternoon.

He was feeling terrific.  Steve's long talk with him in the office had help
straighten out his muddled mind.  The doc's non-judgmental approach helped
Randy see things objectively and learn to control his anger-related
impulses.  It surprised him to feel proud of the way he had held his lust
in check watching those two hot jocks fucking.  Besides, he smiled, plenty
of time later to tangle with those two.

Steve wanted to see him twice a week and Randy was more than willing to
agree to a series of shrink sessions – especially if the sessions ended
the way this one had, he grinned to himself.  His brother's display of
passion and `brotherly love' had come out of the blue and restored Randy's
faith in his sexual supremacy after the beating it had taken in recent
days. At last he felt ready to face the tribe and make his peace with the
guys he loved so much.

As an antidote to the recent turmoil Randy craved simplicity – a return
to his work routine, those noisy meals with the tribe – and of course a
resumption of his life with Bob.  He always craved Bob, his rock and his
anchor.

He wanted the boys too.  They had been the first to forgive him – water
under the bridge Brandon had called it.  Now he wanted to love and protect
them – one of the `good' obsessions in his life.  The boys were renowned
for circling the wagons, as they called it, whenever one of them was in
trouble.  And now he had the feeling they had circled the wagons around
him, the boss.  Yeah, he wanted the simplicity of the boys' innocence and
affection.

 And that he got, sooner than he expected.

When he arrived at the compound it was quiet, as most of the guys were
still on their way home from work.  He stood in the middle of the lawn,
closed his eyes and let the stillness and unusual silence wash over him and
revive his spirits.

Hearing the office door open, he opened his eyes and saw the new kids, Vic
and Noah, come running out.  He knew immediately there was something
different about them – an ease, a confidence, more laughter.  The glow
on their faces made them almost handsome.  And Vic had his arm round Noah's
shoulder, physical contact that Randy hadn't seen before in them

They saw him right away and Randy braced for the nervous flinching reaction
when he had first come to apologize to them.  But far from flinching, they
smiled and came over to him.  Yeah, something had changed alright.  Vic,
the one who usually did most of the talking, said, "Hello, sir.  Have you
just come from seeing Doctor Steve?  Did he help?"

A bold question, Randy thought, and grinned, "Yeah, a whole bunch.  He's a
great shrink.  You should go see him sometime soon.  He helps a guy to
think straight, get rid of all the garbage and realize what's really
important in life."

"Yes, sir, that's what Brandon said.  Vic and me have been doing a lot of
thinking lately and, er ..."  Noah faltered and Vic rescued him.  "... and
we made a few discoveries.  We're getting our heads straight, but we were
talking about something else too, sir – our bodies.  We were thinking of
checking out the gym in the basement, but we don't know much about
exercising and you said you might help us to ..."

"Say no more, kiddo," Randy beamed.  "You've come to the right guy.  Hey,
no time like the present.  How about a short session right now, just to
show you the ropes, eh?  You got time before dinner don't you?"

They glanced at each other and Noah said, "Yes, sir, we've got time but,
er, we don't really have any gym clothes."

"Hey, no sweat.  The shorts you're wearing will be fine and you can just
take your shirts off so they don't get sweaty.  I never wear a shirt in the
gym."

As they walked toward the house Randy phoned Bob to let him know he was
home and would fill him in later about his trip to Steve's.  When he led
the boys into the gym they stopped and looked round nervously at all the
equipment."

"I know," Randy smiled. "Intimidating your first time, uh?  But the trick
is to take it nice and slow."

"That's what Uncle Mike said, sir."

"About exercise?"

"No, sir."  Noah blushed, with a shy grin.  "About sex actually."

"Oh really?" Randy smiled.  "You know, boys, usually before working out I
sit down with new guys and we talk about their goals.  But maybe we should
expand the discussion to other topics too, help me get to know you better.
You can tell me to mind my own business if you like ..."

"Oh no, sir, we'd like to tell you."  They sat down on benches facing each
other.  "I mean, you prob'ly think we're dull and boring but ... well, sir,
it all started when Bob kissed me ..."  Noah took up the story. "... and
then Vic kissed me, sir.  Felt kind of weird at first but then we, like,
jerked each other off.  We've done that twice now, sir, and ..."

"And that's when Uncle Mike told you to take it slow, uh?"

"That's right, sir.  Thing is, we're not sure how to do that and, well, I
guess we are kinda nerdy `cos we like to research things before we get into
them.  We usually take notes, but we've got nothing to write with."

Randy's eyes sparkled with amusement and his heart went out to these
earnest kids. "So you wanna research sex, eh?"

"Yes please, sir," Noah said.  "The boys all say that you know more about
sex than anyone, that's why you're the boss, so we thought we'd ask you."

"I feel flattered, boys, though I'm not sure it's sex that makes me the
boss.  Oh, I dunno, maybe so.  OK, what questions do you have for me?  Fire
away.  And, er, no need to take notes."

The boys looked at each other uncertainly, then Vic began.  "Well, sir,
we've watched lots of the guys here make love – you and Bob, the twins,
Zack and Darius – and one thing we wanted to know ... like ... well,
what does another guy's cock taste like?"

"Wow, that's kind of a loaded question, Vic.  See, it's not so much the
actual taste, though you could describe that as kinda musky.  It's really,
well, sharing something real close like that with your buddy – intimate,
Bob would call it.  It's not actually all that different from what you've
already done – jerking each other off, otherwise known as mutual
masturbation.  Sucking cock is called a blow-job and it's probably the next
step for you, when you're ready.  When you do it to each other it's called
sixty-nineing, by the way – but you don't have to write that down."

As the three of them talked, the scene was so different from the ugly
incident when Randy had yelled at them, insulted them and terrified them.
Now they were engrossed in conversation, the two boys looking up into
Randy's smiling blue eyes, like students at the feet of the master.
Randy's soft gaze, so different from the scary twisted expression of his
tirade, invited their trust and confidence.  It was good for Randy too –
a warm, healing sensation that made him feel more of a real man than all
his fist-swinging ever did.

Feeling secure under Randy's steady, attentive gaze the boys were becoming
bolder.  Vic frowned.  "And sir, that thing where one guy puts his penis in
another one's behind."

"Better known as butt-fucking," Randy smiled.

"Yeah, that's the one, sir.  Well ... that seems kinda, different.  Like,
why do they do that?  What does it feel like?  Does it hurt?"

"More loaded questions, kiddo, too deep to go into here – we gotta get
going on the workout.  The guy you need to ask about all that is Bob.  He
has that nice, tender touch that has guided lots of young kids through the
mysteries of sex.  I'll talk to him and have you come up for dinner one
evening."

"Really, sir?" Noah said wide-eyed.  "Thank you, sir," Vic added.

"But blowjobs are simpler and we can talk more about that after your
workout.  OK, kids, let's go.  Shirts off."  Randy pulled off his own
T-shirt, stood up and towered over them in just his shorts.  They gazed up
at him in awe, then slowly got to their feet.  They looked at each other
nervously and shyly pulled their shirts off over their heads.

Acutely self-conscious about their pale, thin bodies they folded their arms
across their chest.  "Sir," Vic said, "we don't wanna get all muscly or
anything.  It's just that we feel embarrassed about taking our shirts off
and ..."

Moved by these insecure young kids, Randy's eyes got moist.  He gently
pulled their arms away from their chests and they held them stiffly by
their sides, their heads bowed, unable to make eye contact.  Randy put his
hands under their chins and gently raised their heads to face him.

"Vic, Noah, don't you ever let me hear you say you're embarrassed about
yourselves. All guys are different – some dark, some blond, some thin,
some muscly as you call it. But no boy should ever feel ashamed of what he
is.  Brandon and Bob think you're terrific guys, and I do too."

"Really, sir?" they said together with bashful smiles.

"Yes, really.  Exercise will make you feel good about yourselves and it
doesn't need to be about muscles.  So let's cut the crap and get to work,
right?"

"Right, sir," the boys said happily, probably unaware that they were
starting to fall under the gypsy's spell, like so many boys before them.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 535


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