Date: Wed, 4 Aug 2021 05:49:22 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 553  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 553 by Rob Williams

Chapter 553 – "BIG BOSS RANDY MEETS HIS MATCH"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Horny, macho jocks Darius and Pablo, take out their pent-up lust on their
boys, Ryan and Tyler. Construction boss Randy ignores his injured arm and
insists on going back to work – until a tongue-lashing from Uncle Mike
tames the big gypsy. Randy later rewards the courage of freckle-faced boy
Will with a sexy gym workout, then makes a thrilling offer to the shy,
once-lonely young kid.

_________________________________________________________________________

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

The dust was starting to settle on the drama that had rocked the tribe.

When delivering the usual boxed lunches to the construction site, young
chef Will had surprised three thugs stealing equipment from the site.  They
tried to silence him but he yelled for help and boss Randy came roaring out
and thrashed two of them.  But the third hit him with a tire iron and
stunned him, so Will kept him at bay by wielding a plank until Randy's
foreman Darius rushed out and finished the guy off.

Will was largely unhurt but badly shaken emotionally.  But his resulting
anxiety and paranoia were healed by his stepdad Seth in a graphic sex act
that made him face and conquer his fears.

Randy's injury was more serious, and handsome Doctor Chad took him to his
hospital.  He performed surgery on the fractured forearm, which ended up in
a cast and a sling.  Randy, predictably, rebelled against the treatment,
insisting that he could go right back to work. Chad called him `the patient
from hell', but his lover Bob took charge and, with threats and cajoling,
calmed him down.

The fighters returned to the tribe's compound as heroes who deserved a
reward.  The prize for Darius and Will was Darius's man, the macho black
leather-master Zack, who submitted to the boys in a stunning spit-roast
that had the crowd on its feet cheering wildly.

When Randy was released from hospital he felt a need to combat the
impression of a wounded man who had been beaten in a fight.  He insisted
that "the boss is back," and in front of the whole tribe, reamed the
perfect ass of his boy Pablo, despite one arm being in a cast and sling.
He boasted, "I could fuck ass with both arms tied behind my back."

Pablo went back to the crowd and sat with his awestruck boy Tyler, while
Bob and Randy sat down at a table with Uncle Mike.  Will came up with a
plate of food.  "After all that hospital food I thought you'd like your
favorite, sir – sirloin steak."  He lowered his voice and added, "I cut
it up for you sir, `cos you might not be able to – but I'll never tell."

Randy ruffled the boy's hair.  "Thanks, Red – for everything.  We make a
great team, uh?"

The dinner was a raucous celebration, and after the men and boys had
indulged their hearty appetites, they paired off and went to bed to indulge
their other hearty appetite – sex.  Bob and Randy lay together in bed
enjoying the peaceful refuge of their room after the tumult of the past few
days.  "Mmm, this is what I missed most, buddy," Randy smiled.

"Me too, Randy.  You know, after you've satisfied yourself that the sites
are operating OK, we should take up Uncle Mike's offer of taking a break
with him and Larry in Palm Springs.  Some of the other guys might be going
too – Mark and Hassan and their boys, and even Mario and Grady if we can
ensure Grady's privacy out there."

"Sounds like a plan," Randy mumbled. "But all I want now is to lie here
with my arm over you."  He tried, but the cast hampered him, and the mood
changed.  "Damn this fucking cast, I can't even hold you.  I swear I'm
gonna rip the fucking thing off."

"No need for that, Buddy. All we have to do is change sides so your good
arm is next to me."  Carefully Bob climbed over to the other side of the
bed and nestled against him.  "See?"  He pulled Randy's good arm over him.

Randy grunted.  "What makes you so damn smart anyway, always coming up with
a solution?"

"Randy, all we did was change sides, it's not rocket science." He sighed.
"I can see this is gonna be a tough couple of weeks."

"Asshole."  Randy pressed closer. "Your ass is next, you know."

"Whatever you say, Randy.  You're the boss."

========= CHAPTER 553 =========

<><> DARIUS & PABLO – PENT-UP LUST <><>

While the tribe's leaders Bob and Randy fell asleep pressed close against
each other, two other couples in the compound were not quite ready for
sleep.

The second floor of the main building was a complex of apartments for three
couples who were some of the toughest guys of the tribe, commonly known as
the `second-floor guys. Two of them were senior boys who had been with the
tribe almost since its beginning – Darius and Pablo.

Darius, the boy of the macho black leather-master Zack, was a construction
site foreman – notorious for his massive ten-inch dick.  The handsome
black buck had his own boy, young Thai boy Ryan.

Pablo was `the boss's boy', the adopted son of big boss Randy.  He was the
muscle-jock mechanic of the construction company and he too had his own boy
– the sexy young Tyler who worshipped Pablo.

The reason for their sleeplessness now was that they were all still
sexually aroused after the recent fight against a gang of thugs, and the
subsequent heroes' welcome celebration.  So now Darius and Pablo were eager
to work out their pent up sexuality on their boys.

<><> DARIUS & RYAN <><>

Darius had been heroic in the fight and his reward at the subsequent
celebration was to spit-roast the dominant Zack, with the help of gutsy
young redhead Will.

After that macho spectacle Darius had returned to the dinner table and sat
next to his boy Ryan who was glowing with pride.  Darius kissed him
lovingly and said, "Damn, that really fired me up, kiddo, so you better be
ready when we're in bed tonight."

And now here they were, ready for bed.  Ryan was already lying on the bed
naked, as Darius always preferred.  Darius was pacing the room, still
loaded with testosterone.  Ryan looked up at him in awe, the muscular black
stud in his usual black jeans and boots, and a black V-neck T-shirt.  (Bob
always insisted on shirts at the dinner table.)

"You must be tired, sir," Ryan said, "after the day you've had."

"I should be tired, kiddo," Darius grinned, "after demolishing the last of
those shit-for-brains goons, and then butt-fucking my own man Zack as a
reward.  But I can't settle, I'm too stoked and my body's still tight as a
drum.  I gotta relax and release all this tension."

"Sir, I think I could help with that if you come to bed."

Darius smiled down at the sexy young Thai boy's eager face.  "Yeah, kiddo,
maybe you can.  After all the rough stuff, what I need is someone soft and
gentle to take care of me."

He pulled off his shirt and Ryan gasped as he always did at the sight of
his master's bare, muscled torso.  He watched mesmerized as Darius bent
down, loosened his boots and kicked them off.  Barefoot in jeans he went to
the bathroom to pee, and came back with a glass of water for the
nightstand.

"Sir, could I take your jeans off for you?"

Darius flashed a smile.  "You always get off on that, don't you, kid?  Sure
you can."

Ryan jumped off the bed, knelt on the floor in front of Darius and
unbuttoned his jeans. In a series of short tugs he pulled them down, past
the massive cock that sprang out and almost hit his face. Darius laughed,
grabbed his cock and slapped it lightly against the boy's cheeks.

It was semi-hard and slowly became rigid as Ryan licked it – all ten
inches, from the pubes to the head.  Without flinching he took the head in
his mouth and eased down it almost to its base.  Like all the boys, Ryan
had taken lessons in cocksucking from his pal Eddie.  But even with special
solo sessions in how to swallow an oversized rod like Darius's, it took
weeks before the inexperienced Thai boy achieved the feat he was performing
now.

"Damn, you're good, dude," Darius murmured, looking down at the beautiful,
slanted eyes gazing upward at him as he sucked.  He ran his hand through
Ryan's black hair and pulled his head gently down and back.  "Fuck," he
moaned, "I could shoot my load down your throat right now, kid.  But then
I'd be horny again ten minutes later."  He pulled his cock out.  "I need
the full treatment, kiddo."

Ryan stood up.  "Whatever you say, sir.  I'm your boy – you can tell me
to do anything."

"I don't wanna order you around, dude.  I've given enough orders for one
day – now's the time for making love."

Darius stepped out of his jeans and flopped down naked on the bed.  He lay
on his back, arms raised, hands clasped behind his head, and treated Ryan
to that dazzling white-tooth smile that made the boy go weak.  He stared
down at the naked black jock and, as so many times before, found it hard to
believe that he had been chosen by this magnificent man as his boy."

"You like that, eh, kiddo?"

"I love it, sir.  I love you.  I'll do anything for you, sir."

"OK, here's the deal.  I'm tired, and I'm horny – and I love you, boy.
Can you put all that together and come up with something?"

"Definitely, sir."  Tyler knelt beside the bed and, beginning at Darius's
face, licked his forehead, kissed his eyes, then his cheeks and lips.  He
licked his neck, sucked in the drops of sweat gathered in the hollow of his
throat, then traveled down his body and pressed his face in the deep cleft
between his pecs.

The smooth ebony skin felt like velvet under his face.  He licked the solid
slabs of his pecs, then bit his nipples lightly and heard his man's low,
satisfied moan.  He moved down and ran his tongue along the ridges of his
eight pack abs.  The ripped abs were one of the features he found the most
sexy in his master, and he almost lost his load.  So he quickly moved down
and buried his face in the moist, wiry mass of black pubic hair.

Darius pressed his hand on the back of the boy's head and pushed his face
down, forcing him to inhale the musky smell of his pubes.  Finally he
released him and Ryan raised his beautiful face and smiled at Darius.  "Are
you feeling a bit more relaxed, sir?"

"Floating on a cloud, kiddo.  You're real good at this – exactly what I
need.  Well almost ... there's one last thing I would like you to do ..."

"Anything, sir."

"See, kid.  I've had enough fighting and fucking, being the tough top man
all day.  Now I just wanna lie back and be the opposite.  I want you to
butt-fuck me, Ryan."

"Really, sir?"  This was the last thing the boy expected.

"But not if you don't want to, kid.  Like I said, I'm not giving orders."

"Sir, I want to make love to you, and there's no better way than that."

Darius spat in his hand and pushed wet fingers in his own ass.  "That's all
the lube I need, kid.  Now I wanna get my black ass fucked by my beautiful
Thai boy."

Ryan recalled doing this to his master once or twice before, and now he
eagerly knelt on the bed, pushed one of Darius's legs up high and stared
down at his wet ass.  But suddenly Ryan lost his hard-on.  He blushed and
stammered, "Sorry, sir, I ..."

"No problem, dude," Darius smiled, "we'll soon fix that.  Just look into my
eyes."  Ryan gazed into the sparkling green eyes, set in the sculpted,
ebony features.  "No pressure, kid.  I love you and there are lots of ways
to make love.  You don't have to fuck me if you don't want to."

"But I do, sir, I really do.  It's just ..."

"Hey, tell you what.  Lean forward and lick my pits."

Darius's elbows were bent, hands behind his head, giving Ryan a clear view
of the wiry black hair in his deep armpits.  He leant down and licked one,
tentatively at first, and then, roused by the pungent taste of the damp
hair, he pressed his face in it and breathed in deeply.  He did the same on
the other side, then raised his face and grinned at Darius.

"Did that do the trick, kid?"

"Definitely sir."  His confidence and his erection restored, Ryan braced
his hands on his master's chest and felt the muscles of the solid pecs flex
under his palms.  He also felt his rigid cock pressing against Darius's
hairy butt, then sliding smoothly inside.  The damp heat of his master's
ass made his cock jolt and he almost came, but Darius's deep voice said,
"Not yet, kid.  I wanna lie back here and watch my beautiful boy make love
to my ass."

"So Ryan gave his man just what he wanted.  He quickly found his rhythm and
his cock took on a life of its own, massaging, caressing, then ploughing
his ass.  "You're real good at this, kiddo," Darius grinned.  "We should do
it this way more often – whenever I come home hot and sweaty from work,
you give me a drink then I relax and let you work on my ass."

"I would like that, sir."  Ryan frowned.  "But you will still butt-fuck me,
won't you, sir?"

"Duh!  Your sweet ass is mine kiddo, and all my ten inches belong inside
it.  But damn, getting topped by a gorgeous Thai boy is great too.  You're
bringing me real close, boy."

Darius wrapped his hand round his huge cock.  Then he grinned, "I know what
turns you on, kid," and his other hand folded around the top half of his
ten-inch long cock.  His arms and shoulders flexed as he jerked off with a
two-hander, one above the other.

He was right – it turned Ryan on like crazy.  "Sir, I'm really close.
Can I cum, sir?"

"You'll know when you can shoot, kid.  Watch this."  Both hands pounded his
cock, faster and faster until Darius shouted.  "Now!  Fuck yeah ... now,
boy."  A plume of semen spurted high in the air from his cock, stream after
stream that splashed onto his boy's face and chest above him.  Ryan gave a
triumphant yell and his own cock erupted deep inside his master's ass.

Darius looked up and laughed merrily at the sight of his boy panting hard
with cum running down his face and chest.  "Dude, you've never looked
sexier than you do right now.  Damn, you're a great fuck."

"Do you feel more relaxed now, sir?"

Relaxed and ready for bed, kiddo.  With my beautiful boy in my arms."

Ryan pulled out slowly and Darius reached down to the floor for a towel to
wipe the jizz from his boy's face and body.  Then he opened his arms and
Ryan fell into them.  He snuggled against him and rested his face on his
master's chest.  Darius wrapped his arm round him and said, "It's been a
helluva wild ride today, and this is the perfect way to end it.  You
feeling good, kiddo?"

But Ryan was already asleep, with a smile on his face.

<><> PABLO & TYLER <><>

In the apartment next door it was a different scene between a young master
and his boy, a scene that highlighted the basic differences between Darius
and Pablo.

Darius had been the first boy to join Randy and Bob even before the tribe
was born, and Pablo was the second.  It was obvious from the start that
they would be lovers.  Darius had a huge 10-inch cock, and Pablo a flawless
bubble butt.  As Darius said at the time – "My dick and your ass, a
match made in heaven".

Even now, all these years later, they were old buddies who still fucked
quite often.  But their personalities had diverged.  Darius was the
confident, freewheeling senior boy, loved by everyone for his sense of
humor and compassion, especially by his man Zack, whose supreme macho
confidence Darius had inherited.

But Pablo always referred to himself as the `boss's boy', tending to
arrogance after he had been adopted by big boss Randy.  He prided himself
on his fighting skills that he learned from Randy and, as the company's
chief mechanic, got into arguments and fights regularly.

On this action-packed day, in the celebration after the fight at the
construction site, Darius had light-heartedly spit roasted his man Zack.
Now he just wanted to relax with his boy Ryan – to have fun and make
love, to renounce his tough-top-man role and offer his ass to his boy.

Pablo, however had been publicly butt-fucked by his man Randy, submitting
to Randy's need to prove that, despite his injuries, he was still the
tribe's ultimate boss.  So now Pablo needed the reverse – to dominate.
Just as Randy had needed to reassert his masculinity, so did Pablo now.
Also, his pal Darius had emerged from the big fight as the tribe's hero, so
Pablo, always competitive, needed to show he could be just as tough.

But despite his tendency to anger and aggression (just like Randy) Pablo
loved and protected his boy Tyler, who was shyer than Ryan and idolized his
young master.  Pablo would never, ever hurt his own boy.

Tyler knew even before they got to their bedroom what Pablo would want, and
he was more than willing to provide it.  The boy was turned on by Pablo's
machismo, and loved to offer his ass to the muscular young mechanic, even
when (or especially when) Pablo fucked roughly, copying Randy as always.

So when they went into their bedroom the boy instantly stripped naked and
stood before his master.  Tyler's cock was already hard, in anticipation of
the thing he craved – Pablo's cock inside him.

Pablo, in blue-jeans, boots and a sleeveless denim shirt, grinned down at
him.  "So, kid, you watched with the rest of the tribe while my dad Randy
ploughed my ass.  What did you think?"

"You looked way hot, sir, taking everything Randy dished out without even
flinching.  Even when you submitted to him I knew it was only to help Randy
prove he was the boss."

"Smart boy, Tyler.  So if you know me so well, kiddo, what do you think I
want now?"

"That's easy, sir.  You wanna shove your dick in my ass."

Pablo grinned, unbuttoned his shirt and let it drop. Tyler stared wide eyed
at the bare-chested young stud.  It was the image that turned the boy on
most – the shirtless mechanic, in beltless jeans and boots – the way
he always worked, usually streaked with grease, his sexy crooked grin on
his square-jawed features.

Pablo gave a boy a shove and he fell on his back on the bed, and
instinctively pulled his legs back, offering his ass to his master.  With
that same touch of arrogance that Tyler found so sexy Pablo ripped open his
jeans and yanked out his cock.  In sex as in all things Pablo copied his
dad Randy.  Not for them the subtle foreplay of slowly undressing to tease
their partner.  When they felt the urge to fuck they just ripped open their
pants and fucked.

Which is exactly what Pablo did now.  He knelt on the bed, spat on his hand
and pushed two fingers in Tyler's butt, making him groan with pleasure.  He
spat on his hand again, lubed his cock, then leaned forward and pinned the
boy's wrists to the bed. He grinned, "Turns you on being at the mercy of a
big bad mechanic, don't it, boy?"

"Yes please, sir.  Are you gonna shove your cock in my ass?"

"Well I sure as hell ain't gonna sing Kumbaya, kid.  Just
`Kum-in-Your-Ass'" and he laughed at his own joke.  His urge was to drive
his cock in hard but his protective instincts overcame that urge and he
eased in slowly, watching joy spread over his boy's youthful face.  Pablo
loved Tyler, but part of his pleasure in fucking him was the sense of power
it gave him, to dominate a young guy who worshipped him and surrendered his
ass willingly.

Tyler himself was in heaven.  He lived for moments like this – to prove
his devotion to his young master, and to savor the intimacy of Pablo's long
shaft penetrating his ass.  But that tenderness did not last long.
Following the rugged example of caveman Randy, Pablo was soon pounding
Tyler's ass, much to the boy's delight.

The rougher Pablo became, the greater Tyler's sensation of being his
submissive boy, a role that came naturally to him.  He gazed up at the
intense, chiseled features, the dark hair whipping round his face as he
fucked.  He saw the muscles of the mechanic's ripped torso flex hard as the
shaft pistoned inside him, and he almost lost his load when he felt Pablo's
sweat dripping on his face.

Tyler knew that Pablo would never hurt him, would only give him what he
craved.  And Pablo knew his boy's limits.  So what, from the outside,
looked like a savage assault on the helpless young ass, was in fact this
couple's ultimate expression of lust and love.  It was, as Darius would
have said, a match made in heaven – the horny stud always eager to prove
his rugged manhood, and his obedient boy who craved the dominance of the
handsome young mechanic.

As always, the shadow of Randy hung over everything Pablo did.  And now the
gypsy boss's sexual magnetism loomed large, specifically his ability to
make a man cum without touching himself.  Pablo panted, "You ready to do
whatever I tell you, boy?"

"Anything, sir."

"Good.  `Cos I wanna hear a real submission.  I wanna watch my handsome
young captive surrender to his master by shooting his load while I pin him
down and jackhammer his ass.  When I see that, I'll flood your ass with my
juice."

Pablo increased the force and speed of his fuck and Tyler felt the ecstasy
of pain for the first time.  "Aaagh!" he yelled.  This was no playact
surrender.  It was the real thing.  He stared up at his master and begged,
"Please, sir.  I give up, sir.  I submit.  Please make me cum, sir, I'm
begging you.  I wanna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh ..."  His body bucked
and a long jet of semen spurted from his cock, then another and another in
an explosive orgasm."

"That's my boy," Pablo grinned.  "So here it comes, kid.  I'm gonna unload
in your ass.  Yeaahh ..."  With one last deep thrust his cock erupted and
filled Tyler's ass with juice – a lustful display of harmony between a
dominant young jock and the boy whose greatest joy was to submit to the man
he idolized.

Pablo pulled out gently. "You OK, kiddo?  I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Only a bit at the end, sir, and I loved it.  Sir, that was the best yet.
I love you, sir."

"And you're the perfect boy for me, Tyler.  We're a great match, ain't we?
And now, like it or not, you're gonna sleep with my arms tight around you."
Tyler smiled his shy smile.  "I like it, sir.  I do."

<><> SLEEP AT LAST <><>

And so, in totally different ways, Darius and Pablo had given their boys
exactly what they wanted.  Darius had shed his macho top-man image and made
tender love to Ryan, to the point of lying back and offering his ass to his
own boy.

Next door, Pablo, copying his own master Randy as always, had exerted his
manhood in a caveman fuck of his boy Tyler, who's big thrill in life was to
be dominated by the tough arrogant young mechanic, to the point of
surrender.

Now they slept, each boy contentedly wrapped in warm, protective arms of
the man he loved.

It was a fitting end to a perilous, action-packed few days.  A stillness
settled over the once-turbulent compound as the tribe slept – past
nightmares replaced by dreams of tomorrow.

<><> A TONGUE-LASHING FROM UNCLE MIKE <><>

Next morning Randy woke early, as he usually did.  He often went down to
the basement gym to coach one or more of the boys in their workout, before
going to work, one of the first to arrive at the construction site.

But this morning Bob was hoping he would sleep in later.  "Randy, why are
you up so early?"

"Gotta drop by the gym, then get to work."  But his confidence in resuming
his normal schedule was a contrast to his clumsy efforts to dress himself.
With one arm in a cast and sling, using only his good arm he tugged at his
jeans, struggled into his usual frayed tank-top and pulled on his boots,
but had to leave them unlaced.

Watching him, Bob groaned, "Oh god, here we go again."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Randy, you know what Doc Chad said.  You have to be real careful with that
arm – it's only just been re-set.  You can't possibly go to the gym and
work. I was hoping we could take Uncle Mike up on his offer of a week's
rest in Palm Springs.

"Not a chance, dude.  Guys on the crew have to see me working as usual."
He looked at Bob's disapproving face.  "OK, OK, I'll cut the gym for now.
I'll grab some breakfast instead."  He lumbered out the door and Bob gave a
resigned sigh.  This was going to be tough.

Out on the lawn, the twins and Will had already set up breakfast food on a
long table.  The only guys there so far were Uncle Mike and his boy Larry,
who had helped themselves to food and were sitting at one of the smaller
tables.

Randy joined them. "Hey guys, why are you up at crack of dawn? Thought you
were on vacation."

"Nah, vacation's over, buddy," Mike said.  "We gotta make an early start
for home. We were gonna go back straight from the Grady House, but when
that rumble started and you were injured I told Larry we should stick
around in case we could help. How is the arm, by the way?"

"Ah, good as new, Mike.  All that talk about me taking it easy was just a
load of bullshit from Doc Chad and Bob.  I can work just as well with one
arm as two.  Hell you saw me yesterday ploughing my boy's ass.  If I can
fuck that stud I can wield a hammer with the best of them."

Will came up and set a plate of food before him.  "I took the liberty of
loading up a plate with your favorites, sir – scrambled egg and
sausage. Here's a cup, coffee's in the pot right there."

"Thanks a bunch, Red."  Randy reached up with his good arm, pushed Will's
chef's hat to one side, ruffled his hair, then jammed the hat back on
crookedly.  Will giggled, pulled his hat straight and went back to the
kitchen.

Mike said, "He's chopped the sausage up too.  Boy that kid takes good care
of you."

"He's the best, Mike – love him to death.  And I've gotta come up with a
way to thank him for battling those thugs the other day.  Awesome
performance from a kid like that.  Saved my life."  Randy shoveled food in
his mouth.  "Gotta eat and run, guys.  Always have to be the first there."

"So you're going back to work?"

"Sure, dude.  Like I said, a stupid arm ain't gonna stop me."  Seeing
Mike's frown, Randy said, "What?"

Mike sighed.  "Randy, seems I'm always lecturing you, but someone's gotta
do it.  Look, I admired you as a fighter, the fight you put up the other
day was spectacular.  It's one of the things that makes you so sexy –
the big macho gypsy.  But I wish your brain worked as well as your fists.
"Cos right now, boy, you're acting like a damn fool."

"Mike, I don't have to sit here and ..."

"Yes you do, boy, so shut up for a minute and listen to me.  You just told
me you could a' got seriously injured yesterday, if Will and Darius hadn't
rescued you. But you got your arm busted, you got a concussion, and now
you're trying to make up for `losing the fight" as you stupidly call it.
You're trying to prove your manhood by pretending a broken arm is nothing.
For god's sake, boy, cut the butch act.  Hell you can't even cut up your
own food, your boots are unlaced and your shirt's on back to front.

"Any normal man would accept the praise of the tribe we heard yesterday,
accept that you need to rest for a week or so and let others help you, like
young Will just did.  But you're not any normal man, are you?  You're a
superman whose wounds heal instantly.  You're also a fucking idiot.  Acting
tough like that is a sign not of strength but insecurity – a guy who's
insecure in his own masculinity."

Randy bristled. "I don't have to sit here and listen to this, dude.  I've
had enough of Bob clucking over me like a mother hen, and I don't ..."

"Oh you've had enough of Bob have you? You know, boy, it's at times like
this you really disappoint me, by ignoring the feelings of that gorgeous
man.  Did you ever stop to think of the trauma he went through, not knowing
how bad you'd been injured, thinking he might have lost you?  Dammit he
spent the night in your hospital room with you, and by all accounts pulled
you out of that coma as only he could. And you call that `clucking like a
mother hen'. Way to go boy.

"I've watched Bob the last few days hiding his own fears and trying to help
you get through this.  But you resist him all the way, throwing his
kindness back in his face.  This is as tough for him as it is for you, but
you're so wrapped in your own fucking machismo that you don't even notice.

"He's probably upstairs right now fretting over how he can make you see
sense and let yourself heal, without trying to be a tough guy and ending up
a shit-for-brains muscle-head instead.  Boy, do me a favor and think of Bob
for once, instead of your damn self."

Mike could see he had struck a chord by mentioning Bob, and sensed that his
resistance was starting to crumble.  But Mike knew him well and said, "And
if you dare to say, `Fuck you, Mike,' I'll slap you around, boy, I don't
care how tough you are."

Randy grinned.  "Dude, how did you know that's just what I was gonna say?
You're either psychic or you know me too well.  OK, old-timer, my lips are
sealed.  He drew his fingertips across pursed lips and twisted them like a
key at the corner, just like the impish young Eddie.

Then he flashed a dazzling smile, his sexy blue eyes twinkling in his dark,
handsome features.  Mike's anger melted and he murmured, "Fuck you, boy."

"Gotcha," Randy laughed, "I made you say it first."  He pumped a fist in
the air.  "I win."

Mike lost it.  Instead of a snappy reply, his craggy face creased in a
chuckle and all animosity dissolved as the two men roared with laughter,
like father and son sharing a private joke.

Their eyes met and both knew what had happened.  Mike had given Randy the
tongue-lashing he deserved, using Randy's love for Bob as the bait, and
Randy had given in to the older man he revered as a father-figure.  Mike
glanced at his boy Larry who had followed the whole thing and laughed along
with them.

"Er, Mike," Randy said as their laughter subsided, "does that offer still
stand for Bob and me to come out to your place in the desert for a few days
of lazing in the sun?  How about tomorrow?  Too soon?"

"You can come as soon as you like, man, provided you bring that gorgeous
man of yours too."

"He'll come, even if I have to tie him behind the truck and drag him.  Oh
... been there, done that, years ago."

"I don't wanna hear it, boy – too much information.  What the hell am I
gonna do with you?"

"Lecture me and keep me in line, sir, like you always do."

Mike shrugged.  "Well someone has to do it.  Might as well be me, you big
lug."

<><> FORGIVE ME?  <><>

Randy bounced back into the master bedroom, where Bob, after a shower, was
emerging from the bathroom naked, toweling his hair.  Seeing Randy he
wrapped the towel round his waist."

"Why'd you do that, buddy?  Nothing I ain't seen before a gazillion times."

"I don't want you to see my hard-on.  You might get the crazy idea I get a
boner every time I see you.  What are you doing here anyway?  I thought you
were going to work."

"Yeah, well, about that ...  I been thinking, and I worked out that maybe
you could use a break, maybe go out to the desert, spend some time with
Mike and Larry."

"Ah, Mike gave you a dressing down, did he?  Good, I knew he could make you
see sense."

"How did you know?"

"Randy, you usually charge at things like a bull in a china shop.  When I
see you pussyfooting round a subject I know someone's got at you."

"Well, you're right, buddy.  And, er, Mike said I've been treating you bad
ever since the fight – says I threw your kindness back in your face."

Bob smiled.  "Randy, it's been a tough couple of days with you ending up in
the hospital.  With all that tension guys often act irrationally.  Sure
you've been difficult, but the hell of it is, your macho pigheadedness
somehow makes you even more sexy.  But let's forget all that and behave
like adults from here on.  When do you want to go?"

Randy brightened and flashed a smile.  "Sooner the better, Mike said.  I
thought tomorrow.  But today I do wanna visit each of the construction
sites, talk to the bosses and make sure everything's running smooth.  Could
you come with me, dude?  I can't do it all without you."

He walked up to Bob, put his good left arm round him and pulled him into a
long kiss.  When at last he pulled back, his eyes were moist.  "I'm sorry,
dude. They say you always hurt the one you love, and I sure hurt you, the
man I love most in the world.  Can you forgive me?"

"Don't I always?" Bob smiled.  "Ever since I've know you, right since that
long-ago day in Motel Room 14, whatever you throw at me I always come back
for more.  `Cos I'm crazy about you, simple as that.  OK, let me have a
bite to eat downstairs and we'll start our tour.

<><> THERE'S NOBODY LIKE HIM <><>

Because Randy's right arm was in a sling Bob drove, and they took Randy's
truck.  They figured it was a bad image for the construction boss to show
up in Bob's Mercedes.  They went first to the government-contract site
Randy managed, where Darius was currently in charge.  In the trailer office
Darius gave them a progress report and they discussed the construction
timeline (boss Randy) and keeping to the budget (money-man Bob).

"I'm glad you're going out to Uncle Mike's, sir.  You deserve it. And you
can rest assured I'll keep things on track.  Anything I can't handle I'll
call Zack – and you're only a phone call away."

When they left the office Randy walked through the sight to the applause of
the whole crew, knowing the whole story of how Randy had demolished two of
the thieves.  Randy grinned and watched them get back to work.  He saw a
young worker, a new hire, banging at a low wall with a sledgehammer.  "What
you doin' son?"

"This bit of old wall has to come down, sir, so Im demolishing it brick by
brick."

"Good lad, but you know there's a quicker way to do it.  You just gotta
locate the weakest part of the wall, just like in a fight, you go for the
opponent's weak spot.  See here?"  Randy ran a finger across the wall.
"You see this layer, how the old mortar has crumbled between the bricks?
That's the weak point.  Hand me the hammer, I'll show you."

The young worker gave him the sledgehammer, which Randy held in left hand,
his good arm.  He swung it high in the air, his muscles flexing, and
slammed it hard against the weak point of the wall, which shuddered and
collapsed, all the bricks cascading down in a heap.

"Wow," the young guy said, "that was amazing, sir.  I never knew
that. Thank you, sir, I'll remember that next time."

"Good boy," Randy grinned as they bumped fists.  There was more applause
from the watching crew and Randy shouted, "Guys, I won't be around for a
few days, I gotta let this damn arm heal before I rip the fucking cast off.
Darius will be in charge till I get back.  You're doing a great job, guys.
I really appreciate that.

Bob and Darius had watched from the steps of the trailer and Darius
grinned, "There's nobody like him, sir.  He never ceases to amaze me.  Look
at the crew.  They're crazy about him.  They'd work for him for nothing."

"Don't tempt me, kiddo," Bob laughed.

When they were back in the truck Bob said, "Very impressive, Randy.  But
you proved your point so you can wipe that smug smile off your face.  Nah,
on second thoughts, smile away.  Your arrogance gets my dick hard."

"I can take care of that right now, buddy."

"Down, tiger.  Work first."

The visit to Zack's site, the commercial division, was brief.  Zack more or
less operated on his own, on an equal footing with Randy.  That had once
created a conflict between the two alpha males but the office manager young
Brandon, of all people, had come up with the idea of creating three
separate divisions in the company – government, commercial and
residential, with Zack in sole charge of the lucrative commercial
operations.

When he saw them Zack grinned, "So, Bob, you haven't murdered him yet
then?"

"Close, Zack, but as you know he's a tough nut to crack."

"So I recall," Zack chuckled, rubbing his jaw.  "But most times I whip his
ass."

"Hey, forget I'm here, guys, why don't you?" Randy said.  "Maybe you two
should go out to the desert and leave me here to run the place."

Joking aside, Bob went over some of the figures with Zack, who reassured
them both that the current project, a strip mall, was coming in ahead of
time and under budget.  Randy pulled him into a man-hug.  "Love you, buddy.
Hey, maybe when this fucking arm has healed I'll celebrate by whipping your
ass, eh?"

"You're on, big guy."

<><> LONELY BY CANDLELIGHT <><>

Their last stop was the residential site where the chief was Seth.  He had
worked his way quickly up in the company since Randy first hired him, and
eventually given him control of if this site.  In a complete change from
his early days as a hard-drinking day laborer, he had transformed himself
into a confident boss, respected by his crew, especially those who knew of
his history and admired his resilience.

They briefly went over the progress of the work here and Bob talked money,
but soon they got onto the subject of Seth's step-son Will.  By now
everyone knew their story – how as a conflicted laborer, confused over
his own sexuality, Seth had clumsily made sexual advances to the boy.  He
had treated him so badly that the panicked young redhead had run away and
set up home on his own in a small, single apartment.

Later, after Seth had turned his life around and joined the tribe, the
father and stepson had reconciled and, over time, had become affectionate,
in love, and sexually active.  Now, as the three men sat in the trailer
office and chatted over beers, Seth opened up to them.

"I'll never forgive myself, guys, for forcing him to leave home and live
alone in that tiny apartment.  If you've got a moment I'd like to tell you
a story.  Will was making dinner for me in my house the other day.  As you
know, he's passionate about cooking and loves to set the table just right
and serve it formally, like in a good restaurant.

"While we ate, he told me that when he lived alone in that little studio
apartment, he didn't have any friends so he passed the time by indulging
his love of cooking.  He would cook a complete meal, which wasn't easy on a
small two-burner stove.  He used to set the little table with a white
cloth, flowers in the middle, two candles, wine glasses, napkin, the whole
fancy thing.

"And, as there was no one else to eat it, he served himself and ate it
alone.  He sat there in the silence sipping wine and savoring the gourmet
food he had just cooked.  There was no one to talk to, but in his mind he
dreamed about doing this for others one day, wearing an apron and chef's
hat in a fancy setting.  But as it was, when he had finished, he would wash
and dry the dishes, blow out the candles, fold the tablecloth, and go to
bed.

"When he told me about this there was not a trace of self-pity in Will. He
smiled at the memory.  That's just the way life was and he accepted it –
until the happy day when he met your twins.  Now he loves living his dream
of serving dinner to others on those catering jobs he does for guys' dinner
parties.  He pulls out all the stops to make it special."

Seth choked up.  "But still, guys, when I think of that freckle-faced young
kid, blinking behind his owl glasses in the candlelight I ..."  He turned
his head away so the guys wouldn't see his tears welling up.  But Randy and
Bob had moist eyes too and there was a long silence as they imagined the
sad, lonely little scene..

Finally Bob spoke.  "You know, guys.  Miguel, as executive chef at the Ritz
Carlton, is so impressed by his skills that he's told Will there would
always be a job for him as a junior chef in the kitchens there, with
prospects for advancement.  Doesn't get much fancier than that, but Will is
committed to the tribe and loves cooking for us all – apron, chef's hat
and all.

Randy wiped the back of his hand across his eyes and spoke at last.  "Seth,
as I've said before, I still have to thank the kid for his gutsy
performance at the fight where, frankly, he possibly saved my life, or at
least saved me from serious injury.  I have a few things in mind, even a
little trip out of town, but I wanted to run it by you first, as his dad."

"Randy, go no further.  I'm his dad and we have a great time together.  But
the last thing I want is to stand in the way of Will having fun with other
guys and seeing life.  Sometimes I worry about him spending all his time in
the same kitchen, so I'd love him to have new experiences.  It would make
up for all those solitary nights he spent alone, cooking for himself.

"So whatever you suggest to him is fine by me, just so long as he wants it
and he doesn't get hurt.  And I know you would never let that happen,
Randy, you would take good care of him."

Randy impulsively wrapped his good arm round Seth in a tight hug.  "You're
a great dad to the boy, Seth, and a fine site manager here.  I love you,
dude."

Bob hugged Seth too and said softly in his ear, "Seth, whatever guilt you
feel about the past, let it go.  It's water under the bridge, and you've
more than made it up to Will.  He loves you, buddy, and I've never seen him
happier than when he's with you."

Seth smiled into Bob's soft brown eyes.  "Thanks for saying that Bob. It
means a lot to me."

<><> WILL'S REWARD <><>

"When they got back to the house they went to the kitchen so Bob could talk
with the twins about managing things when he and Randy went out of town.
"Where's Will, guys?" Randy asked.

"He's on his break, sir," Kyle said.  "He usually goes down to the gym for
a quick workout."

"Good, I'll catch him there."  Bob smiled encouragingly and Randy left the
kitchen, changed quickly from jeans to gym-shorts, and went downstairs to
the basement gym.  He stood just inside the door unseen by Will who was
concentrating hard on his routine, grunting loudly on the bench-press.

As he watched, Randy was swept with a wave of affection for the boy,
working out all alone, just as he had so often made dinner for himself and
eaten all alone in the candlelight.  Randy admired courage in a guy, and
this was one gutsy kid, he thought.

"Hey Red," he said, walking up to the bench-press.  "Need any help?"

"Oh, hello, sir."  He dropped the bar heavily in its cradle.  "Yes please,
sir.  I'm finding the going a bit tough."

"Yeah, that's because you're sitting too far forward on the bench.  Scoot
back a bit, and widen your grip on the bar.  Good, now try a couple of
reps."  Will performed them easily.  "Much better, Red," Randy smiled.
"Now you got the position right I'm gonna add another five pounds on each
end.  I'll stand behind you and spot you."

And so it went for the next half hour, with Randy guiding the young redhead
and pushing him to greater effort than Will thought possible.  The session
ended where it had begun – on the bench-press, only this time Randy was
astride the bench facing the bar.

Reaching forward to the bar Randy was level with Will's face, and as the
boy looked up he could see the boss's huge cock hanging under his shorts.
That gave him a hard-on and, panting hard, he dropped the bar in its
cradle.

"Good job, kiddo.  You're developing quite the ripped young body.  Seth
Will be proud of you.  Er, before I came here I was talking to Seth,
telling him I wanted to reward you for your bravery when you came to my
rescue the other day.  He said I could do anything as long as you liked
it."  He grinned, "And I think I came up with something you'd like."

Still astride the bench Randy shuffled back so he was over Will's legs.  He
bent down and, with his one good hand, tugged the boys shorts down past his
cock that sprang up rigid as a tentpole.  "Now that is something crying out
for attention," Randy chuckled.

Will gasped in surprise as Randy bent down and lowered his mouth over his
cock.  He could hardly believe the sight of the rugged gypsy going down on
him, his shaggy black hair falling round his face as it moved rhythmically
up and down, Will's cock disappearing in his mouth.

"Sir, he gasped, "that feels so ... it's gonna make me cum, sir."

Randy pulled back and stood up straight.  "We can't have that, can we
kiddo?  I was only lubing your cock, `cos I got other plans.  He stepped
back, kicked off his sneakers and pushed his gym shorts down with one hand
so they dropped to the floor.  He resumed his original position standing
astride the bench, level with the boy's chest.

Will gasped again, gazing up at the homoerotic sight of the swarthy gypsy
towering over him wearing only an old tank-top hanging loosely over his
muscular torso, his huge cock swinging between his bare legs. "Sir," he
asked weakly.  "Are you gonna fuck me, sir?"

"I'd get off on that, Red, but with this damn arm in a sling I'm kinda
limited.  So here's the next best thing – here's the reward I been
promising you."  As Will held his breath Randy bent his legs and lowered
his ass until it was touching the head of the boy's cock. Randy grinned, "I
needed to do some squats in my next workout, and this is the perfect time."

`Aaahh," Will groaned as the boss sat down hard on his cock.

"Don't cum, kid.  I wanna enjoy this – riding the cock of the hot young
hero who saved me.  And I want you to enjoy it too.  You feeling OK?"

Will's freckled face broke into an impish smile. "More than OK, sir. This
is the best reward ever."

The mind-blowing image of the musclehunk master riding his cock, was even
more erotic than the physical sensation of Randy's hot ass driving up and
down on his cock, though that was pretty spectacular too.

Will turned his head to look at the scene in the mirror, in the hall of
mirrors round the room reflecting to infinity the sexual fantasy of the
brawny construction boss, naked except for a ragged tank hanging over his
rippling torso.

Only this time Randy was not fighting or slugging or fucking like a
caveman.  He was riding a boy's cock, his cock.  Will might have thought it
was just his fantasy, except for the very real sensation in his cock that
kept bringing him to the edge of orgasm, which he fought to hold back, to
prolong the wild excitement of butt-fucking the boss.

In a daze Will reached up and ran his hands over the sweaty tank, feeling
the pecs and abs bulging underneath.  Randy grinned, "Go for it, boy. Show
me what you got.  Show me that gutsy kid who went savage and hammered that
thug."

"Yeah!"  Will felt power surge through him, just as he did when he went
wild and fought like a tiger to protect the wounded boss.  He dug his
fingers into the shirt and yanked it down, ripping it to shreds that hung
down from Randy's shoulders.  "Yeah," he howled again, yanking the torn
shreds so they fell round his waist, leaving the macho gypsy bare-chested
as he rose and fell on the boy's rod.

"I'm gonna bust my load in your ass," Will yelled, arching his back to
thrust his cock higher.  He pounded his fists on Randy's bare chest, and in
his mind he was bashing the thug again ... "I'll fucking kill you," he
yelled. "You're finished ... here it comes ... aaagh...!"  His cock erupted
in the boss's ass as Randy grabbed his own cock and blasted jizz all over
the boy's heaving body and face.

As Will panted hard and gazed up at Randy, reality flooded back, his
bravado fled ... and his freckled face blushed deeply.

<><> RANDY MAKES AN OFFER <><>

"Dude, you're a killer," Randy grinned.  "Wouldn't wanna tangle with you in
a dark alley."

"I guess I kind of lost it there, sir."

"Dunno what you lost, kiddo, but you sure found the fighting streak again."
He rose off Will's cock, walked over to the small fridge in the corner and
brought back two beers.  Master and boy sat astride the bench facing each
other, Will put on his owl glasses and Randy reached forward and ruffled
his hair.

"You're a terrific kid, Red ... and I've got a proposal for you.  Like I
said, I spoke to Seth and he said all he wants for you is to be happy and
excited about your life.  OK, so you probably heard that me and Bob, we're
going out to Uncle Mike's place in Palm Springs to rest up and let this
stupid arm heal.  A few other guys might be headed out there too – Mark
and Hassan and their boys, even Mario and Grady.

"I talked to Bob and we wanna thank Uncle Mike for all he's done for us.
We'd like to treat him and Larry and the other guys to a dinner party in
his garden out there.  Things are usually way casual in the desert, but I
want this dinner to be special, kinda fancy – you know, real good food
and wines, table all set up like a fancy restaurant, the works.  Bob would
get off on that."

"'Course, I'm no good at all that high-class stuff, but I've heard real
good things about the dinner parties you've catered for other guys.  So,
Red, I was wondering if you'd like a trip out there with Bob and me, and do
the honors.  I guess that means I'm offering you a catering gig, that I'd
pay you for of course."

Will's freckled face lit up, his wide eyes blinking fast behind his
glasses.  "Sir, you don't have to pay me.  I'd love to do that for you and
the guys.  It's what I do best, makes me feel special."

"You are special, Red, and you should know it.  Of course I'll pay you –
it's what you do for a living so I don't want you to work for free.  So can
I take that as a yes, you'll come out there with Bob and me?"

"I'll have to check with the twins sir, but if they say it's OK, we got a
deal."  He held out his hand to shake on it, but Randy pulled him forward
and kissed him.

"Should be quite a gathering, kiddo.  Never know what those guys will get
up to in the desert, specially Mark and Hassan in that little house of
Hassan's in the dunes.  But your dinner party's gonna be the highlight."

"You better believe it will, sir.  I'll see to that."

<><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>

TO BE CONTINUED IN "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 554


Hey guys, this is Rob Williams. I hope that chapter got you off, and I
welcome your comments and suggestions, which can be very helpful in
planning future chapters.  E-mail me in confidence at rw6789@aol.com.

ALSO, I invite you to visit my own Web-site www.atrialofstrength.com. You
can read the whole story, with extras including pictures and biographies of
all the characters.

AND DON'T FORGET – IF YOU ENJOY THESE STORIES, PLEASE DONATE to this
site.  Nifty needs your donations to provide these thousands of wonderful
stories.  So please go to http://donate.nifty.org/donate.html and donate
what you can.  All the other writers and I thank you.