Date: Sat, 18 Sep 2021 19:29:45 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 559  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 559 by Rob Williams

Chapter 559 – "THE BOYS WATCH THE MEN PLAY ROUGH"

IN THIS CHAPTER

The Aussie jock Nate takes his new boys Vic and Noah to meet his family
– his rugged fellow-Aussie Adam, and Adam's lover, handsome Doctor
Chad. After dinner the enthralled boys watch as the two top-men challenge
each other to an arm-wrestling contest. The loser ends up bound and
helpless at the mercy of the victor, in a homoerotic scene that ends when
one top-man submits to the other.

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

When the young, reserved guys Vic and Noah first met the virile young
Aussie Nate, there was an instant connection.  Nate took them under his
wing like an older brother.

They invited him for dinner, and their eager efforts to entertain him –
mismatched plates and glasses, old candles and all – moved him almost to
tears.

The emotions he felt for these kids were new to him, hard to pin down –
something close to compassion. Yeah, that was it, a kind of sympathy where
he kept wanting to throw his arms round them and tell them everything was
gonna be alright now.  He felt protective, something he knew every man felt
for his own boy.

But did he really want to go down that road? To offer love, nurturing and
protection?  That was a big responsibility, and he was just a fun-loving
boy.  Wasn't he?  He always had been, but recently he had been shedding his
own boyish traits and ... and growing up, he supposed, from boy to man.
And he had a sense that something was lacking in his life that he couldn't
identify.

After dinner he asked if he could stay the night with the boys and they
excitedly agreed.  When they said they wanted to serve him in bed too, he
was about to respond that he didn't want to be `served' by anyone, but he
bit his tongue.  He realized that what he wanted was beside the point –
it was what the boys wanted that mattered.  This man/boy thing was more
complicated than he first thought.  He had to think first of their needs
and desires, to put himself in their heads.

He also put himself in their hands and in their bed, where they took care
of all his needs – sexual and emotional.

The next day, still confused, Nate discovered how the tribe rallied round
him and the boys in various ways.  First he had a long conversation with
his mate and fellow Aussie Adam, and Adam's lover Doctor Chad.

Chad suggested Nate bring the boys to their house for dinner.  Feeling that
the boys might be intimidated meeting new guys in a large house, Chad had
the novel idea of asking the boys to help Nate cook the meal. That would
make them feel like part of the family, rather than nervous guests sitting
there trying to think of something to say.

The boys leapt at the offer and got help from their young pal Will, the
tribe's assistant chef, with menu ideas and precooked appetizers and
dessert.

Nate found out that the boys' ancient pickup truck kept breaking down, so
he consulted the tribe's young head mechanic Pablo, who put him onto a
great deal on a new SUV for them.  Nate got advice from tribe's co-leader
Bob on the financing and insurance, and at the dealership Bob helped to
close on a really great deal.

And so it was that a cool new-looking SUV drove up the hill to the big
house that had lush wisteria hanging like eyebrows over the door and
windows.  The boys pulled out bags of food and supplies and Nate met them
at the door. "Bring all that through to the kitchen, boys."

As they stowed the food, Nate said, "I've been making all kinds of plans in
my mind, kids – just kicking ideas around.  Fr'instance, I really want
you to get to know my best buddy Jamie, `cos we go back a long way. He has
a kinda unique relationship with that gorgeous cop Mark.

"They're a beautiful couple, way sexy, and they have a beach shack in the
dunes up the coast, where Jamie loves to go surfing.  It's where I first
met Jamie and Mark years ago – they were having sex on the beach, and I
watched from the dunes," Nate chuckled.

"Who knows, maybe we can take a trip up there.  Hey, we could all go
together – us three, the cop and the surfer.  I know Mark and Jamie
would like you – I want us all to be friends.  But there I go, getting
ahead of myself when we're s'posed to be taking it one step at a time.  OK,
first things first – come and meet Adam."

Nate took them out to the garden where they saw a tall, dark man pruning
the bushes, lit by the late afternoon sun.  He wore black jeans and a white
dress shirt, sleeves rolled up, buttons undone halfway down, hanging open
over his muscled chest.  He looked up and his square-jawed features broke
into a gleaming smile.

"G'day mates," Adam said in his deep Aussie drawl.  They shyly held out
their hands but he pulled them both into a hug.  "We never really met
before, though we've glimpsed each other across the crowd.  Nate has told
me so much about you – all of it good.

"Oops, here comes someone else to greet you."  The big shaggy mutt Molly
bounded up and slobbered over them.  "Down, girl.  Guys, this here is
Molly, always the star of the show.  And Chad will be home from his
hospital shortly.  But before anything else I gotta apologize for that
kinda lopsided invitation, asking you to cook and all ... oh, which reminds
me.  Wait here."

Adam ran into the house and came out with a folded piece of cloth, and
shook out a bright yellow apron.  "Chad and I bought three of these.  See
all the houses in the tribe lay claim to their own color for their aprons,
and we thought yellow matched the spirit of this house.  They're yours if
you want to wear them.  They'll look terrific on you."

"Thank you, sir," they chorused.  Their faces lit up with pleasure and they
hid their blushes by looking around the garden.  Adam said softly to Nate,
"I see what you mean about them, Nate, they're adorable.  Good on ya mate.
We're gonna have a great time this evening.  Who knows where it'll lead?"

========= CHAPTER 559 =========

<><> THE PROBLEM WITH WOODIES <><>

Adam proudly showed Vic and Noah around the extensive, well-manicured
grounds, and the handsome Aussie's easy-going manner gradually put the
nervous boys at their ease.

"Chad and I spend a lot of time out here working on this and we're pleased
with the way it's turned out.  We have a couple of blokes come in to do
basic maintenance but we do most of the real gardening ourselves."

Noah had taught himself quite a bit about plants and shrubs, and impressed
Adam by the knowledgeable questions he asked.  "You two boys ever feel like
coming up here to enjoy the garden, feel free.  It's here to be enjoyed.
`Course," Adam chuckled, "if you ever feel like doing a bit of gardening, I
wouldn't say no."

The boys glanced at each other and Vic said, "We would like that, sir.  We
sometimes do a bit at the compound, but Finn and Tyler are in charge of the
grounds there and we don't like to get in their way.  What's that little
house over there, sir?"

"Oh that?  I guess it used to be a guest house but it was kinda neglected
and abandoned by the previous owners.  We use one of the empty rooms as our
gym.  We've offered to fix the place up for Nate but he prefers to stay
with us in the main house.  One day I'll approach Randy about remodeling
it.  He's the best."

Adam gave Nate a knowing smile and the idea just hung in the air until they
headed back to the house.  As they approached, Adam said, "You see that
shaggy wisteria hanging over the door and windows?  It has a story.

"See, when Chad and me decided to buy a house together, one of his absolute
musts for him was wisteria over the door.  He was a hopeless romantic.  We
saw this place, which had been neglected and needed a lot of work, and the
wisteria had been left to run riot.  He took one look and said, "This is
the place for us.  Let's get it."

"Like I said, he was a romantic and was looking for a perfect life, and a
perfect mate sitting with him in front of a warm fireplace with a golden
retriever at our feet – and of course, the wisteria.  Well, he got all
of that, except the golden.  Instead we got this shaggy mutt, darlin' Molly
– much better than a purebred golden.

"Chad also insisted on monogamy, which worked for a while.  See, he was new
to man-on-man sex.  But me, I was this horny Aussie who'd been round the
block many times and hung out in the Sydney leather bars.  Monogamy?  Meant
nothing to me.  So in the end we found the perfect compromise –
extra-marital sex only with other men in the tribe – boys too," he
grinned at an enthralled Vic and Noah.

The boys were amazed that Adam was so open about his private life with
Chad.  It made them feel special, somehow – being entrusted with
intimate family details made them feel like part of the family.  Nate
guessed what Adam was doing, and he loved him for it.  He smiled, "Before
you tell the boys where all the family skeletons are buried, mate, me and
the boys should make a start on dinner. Just wait till you see all three of
us in those snazzy yellow aprons you bought.

While Adam went to tidy up the living room before Chad got home, Nate gave
the boys a quick tour of the large house, ending up in the kitchen.  First
thing they did was to put on the new yellow aprons and Nate took a step
back and stared at the boys.

"Oh yeah, way cool, mates.  Yellow is definitely your color – makes your
faces shine even brighter than usual.  OK, you're the bosses here, mates,
`cos you got the menu and the know-how from Will."

Far from feeling intimidated and the odd men out in this small family, the
boys felt part of it, and set about their task, even to giving Nate
instructions.  He loved seeing them like this, newly confident, so far out
of their formerly limited comfort zone.  Was it thanks to him, he wondered?
Partly maybe, but he realized it was something that was always there in
them, buried under layers of shyness and insecurity.  It just had to be
coaxed out – and now was the time.

They heard Molly barking at the front door and Nate said, "That must be
Chad.  Come on out and meet him, mates."

They wiped their hands and went into the living room where Chad and Adam
were hugging.  They broke apart, turned to the boys and Chad jokingly
recoiled, shading his eyes with his hand.  "Wow, so much yellow, it's
blinding.  These the new chef's you've hired Adam."

"Too right, mate.  They're the new chefs, except we didn't hire them, we
invited them for dinner."

Vic and Noah stared at the handsome doctor with his virile, chiseled
features and shock of light brown hair.  Coming straight from the hospital
he was still in his surgery scrubs, dark blue V-neck shirt and pants, that
did nothing to hide his muscular build underneath.  He was an icon of
masculinity and reminded them of a porn flick they had once seen that
featured a hunky doctor "treating" a young patient.  They both had instant
hard-ons in their shorts.

"Seriously, dudes, you look terrific.  Are you sure you're OK working in
the kitchen?  I know it seems mighty weird inviting you to dinner, only to
give you aprons and put you to work.  I would feel insulted if it happened
to me – I'd probably walk out."  "Oh no, sir," Vic said boldly, "we
don't mind at all."  Noah added, "We like it, helping Nate and cooking
dinner for you guys."

Chad and Adam smiled at each other, each knowing that it was the "helping
Nate" part that excited them the most.  Chad came forward and gave them
both crushing handshakes, then stood back and smiled.  "And to add insult
to injury, I'm not dressed for dinner – still in these old scrubs.  I
didn't change at the hospital, I was in too much hurry to get home.  Well,
I'll soon take care of that."

The doc pulled his shirt off over his head and the boys stifled gasps as
they saw him shirtless for the first time – his broad shoulders, the
slabs of his pecs, ripped abs and long sexy waist.  "I'll go upstairs and
change.  Come up and talk to me, Adam."  They left, followed by an excited
Molly, her tail thumping against the furniture as she went.

"So what d'ya think, mates?" Nate asked.  "He's quite something, ain't he?"
As they went back to the kitchen the boys were suddenly less talkative and
Nate wondered if he'd said something to upset them.  So, forthright as
ever, he said, "OK, hold it right there."

They stood in the middle of the kitchen and Nate faced them.  "Now mates,
you remember when we first got to know each other I told you that if ever
you have a problem you gotta tell me and I'll always be here for you.  I
know something's bothering you, so level with me."

Vic and Noah glanced at each other and it was Vic who spoke.  "Sir, it's
just that Doctor Chad, he ..."  He paused nervously."

"What?  Something he said?  That crack about putting you to work in the
kitchen?"

"No, sir, nothing like that," Noah said.  "We like him but ..." He appealed
to Vic, who took over.

"OK, sir, like Noah said, we like him ... and that's the point.  It's
embarrassing `cos we both got instant woodies and they won't go away.
That's not supposed to happen, is it?"

Nate roared with laughter.  "Sorry, mates, I'm not laughing at you, it just
strikes me as funny.  First off, getting a boner looking at a bloke is
actually a compliment to him.  When you undressed last night and I saw you
both had hard-ons without me even touching you, I was real flattered.

"And second of all, what d'you think it's like living with those two total
gods?  I could cream my shorts every hour on the hour when they're around.
Sometimes when it gets too bad and I don't wanna disturb them I go to my
room and jack off – shoot in seconds.  As for actually watching them
have sex – hello, jerk-off heaven.

"You know, one time when Eddie was here and the guys went to their room to
get it on, I asked Eddie to film it.  He didn't need much persuading.
Well, you know how good he is at filming things surreptitiously – what
he calls `guerilla filming'.  They barely noticed him and even if they had
they wouldn't have cared.  Adam's got the doc – formerly ultra-private
and monogamy-only – so fired up he enjoys having an audience.

"So Eddie, bless his heart, edited the video – he's so talented – and
... well, let's just say I used to watch a lot of porn videos but now
... who needs porn?  I got my own tailor-made porn right here in this house
that guys would pay big bucks for.

"The long and the short of it – pardon my pun – is that your woodies,
as you call it, are only human nature.  Get used to it in this house.  And
if ever you wanna go somewhere for a quick wank, as we Aussies and Brits
call it, be my guest."

The boys smiled.  They just loved the free-for-all way Nate talked – no
holds (or language) barred.  In the end the boys weren't sure if their
woodies were caused by the memory of the shirtless Chad, or the proximity
of the young Aussie jock they idolized.  And it didn't matter.  As Nate had
instructed – they got used to it.

<><> DINNER & DISOBEDIENCE <><>

It didn't take long for them to cook dinner, as Will had given them
instructions and, more important, pre-cooked flans for the first course and
assorted fruit tarts for dessert.

Chad reappeared, having changed into blue jeans a loose blue cotton shirt,
unbuttoned halfway like Adam's, the short sleeves hugging his biceps.  Nate
left the kitchen briefly to have a quick chat with the men, and the boys
had an odd feeling they were plotting something.

Anyway, pretty soon Noah and Vic were sitting at table with Nate and the
men, having devoured the first course and now chowing down on the salmon,
baked potatoes and spinach.  Molly was having a field day, sitting by Adam,
who's hand kept sliding down giving her tidbits.

Chad said, `Whatever you do, kids, do not feed Molly scraps from the table.
She's fat enough already. I've warned Adam about it but he won't listen and
he thinks I don't know he still does it."

Adam grinned roguishly at the boys.  "Busted.  Don't ever live with a doc,
mates.  They always know everything that goes on."

Chad huffed, "And don't ever live with an Aussie, boys, they're always
trouble.  Well, I take that back.  Maybe one or two are OK," looking
straight at Nate.  "But you, Adam, what you need is more discipline."

"Try me, doc.  We'll see which of us gets the discipline."

Nate grinned at the boys, who giggled quietly.  "They knew this was joking
family banter, and listening to it made them feel even more like part of
the family. And the words `which of us gets the discipline" stirred their
imaginations and made their dicks hard.

And they weren't left out of the conversation. Chad was genuinely
interested in their story – their lives before the tribe, and the office
work they did for Brandon, which they eagerly described.  Like the other
guys before them Chad was moved by their wide-eyed youthful enthusiasm.

"What I hear from Bob makes me envious of his office staff.  I wish I could
steal you away to work on our hospital accounting, with all its insurance
complications and antiquated computer systems."  The fantasy of being
stolen away by this hunky doc did wonders for their hard-ons.

Chad smiled, "Still, I don't think Nate would go for the idea of his boys
being whisked away from him, eh Nate?"

There was a quick exchange of glances round the table as it seemed Chad had
jumped the gun and crossed some kind of line, with the simple mention of
"his boys".  But no one objected.  In fact the words seemed to fit so
naturally that Chad had said only what everyone had been thinking –
especially the boys themselves, who touched each other's hand under the
table.

As Chad skated away from what was apparently thin ice, the conversation
took on an increasingly sexual tone, with the word `discipline' still
hanging in the air.  By the time they were downing after-dinner drinks, any
inhibitions caused by the presence of dinner guests slowly evaporated,
leaving the men to indulge their sexual urges.

As a direct challenge to Chad, Adam now openly picked up a chunk of fish
from the table and offered it to Molly, who wolfed it down.  "OK," Chad
said, "that does it, that's open defiance of my orders, man."

"Your orders?" Adam retorted scornfully.  "So you're the one giving orders
now, eh mate?  We'll see about that.  You care to sort this out in the gym,
doc?"  Chad rose to the obvious challenge. "Bring it on, dude.  I ain't
scared of a big dumb Aussie."

For an instant the boys were scared that a real fight was brewing, but when
they saw the lustful gleam in their eyes they recognized it for what it was
– foreplay.  The men stood up and Adam said, "Excuse us gentlemen, the
doc and I have a little business to settle."

They left the room and Nate said, "Come on, kids, this is too good to
miss."  Leaving Molly behind eyeing the remains of the food on the table,
Nate and the boys followed them outside, headed for the rundown guesthouse.
"Sir," Vic said, "maybe they need privacy, don't you think?"

Nate grinned roguishly.  "Ordinarily yes, mate, but I had a quick word with
them earlier and, whatever they're gonna do, they don't mind an audience,
like I said earlier.  They won't notice us anyway, they'll be too intent on
each other.  I've seen them like this before.  You, er, still packing those
boners in your shorts, eh?"

"All the time, sir," Noah smiled.

"Good, `cos I think you're gonna need them."

<><> A CONTEST FOR TOPMAN <><>

The room where the men had set up their gym equipment still had the rundown
look of the rest of the neglected guesthouse.  No attempt had been made to
fix it up and the boys thought that the bare walls and floor gave it a
macho, sexy look.

There was one concession to a real gym.  The men had attached full-length
mirrors to each of the four walls giving a hall-of-mirrors effect to
whatever shenanigans took place.  The gym equipment was plentiful, though
some of it, like the gymnastic rings hanging on ropes from the ceiling
seemed more useful for bondage than bodybuilding.

In fact the boys, whose sexual imaginations were in overdrive, thought the
same could be said of the rest of the equipment.  The room to them had a
feel more of a dungeon than a gym – rather like Hassan's desert dungeon
they had seen on Eddie's video.

There were several alcoves around the room and Nate led the boys into one
of them, which gave them a perfect view of the room while concealing them
somewhat in the shadows.  "Ideal for guerilla filming, or spying," Nate
said softly, with his cheeky Aussie grin.  "Make yourselves at home,
mates."

The only piece of furniture in the alcove was a bench against the wall and
it's there that, following their man's instructions, the boys `made
themselves comfortable'.  Nate explained quietly, "It's only recently that
Adam has turned Chad on to rough sex, from the vanilla stuff he's used to.
But Chad took to it like a pro and when it comes to `which one gets the
discipline' as Adam put it, these days it's a tossup.  We'll see how it
plays out this time."

Adam took charge.  "OK, mate, we'll compete for top."  He pulled a small
table to the middle of the room between two benches where they sat facing
each other across the table.  Adam stared into Chad's eyes, pushed his
shirtsleeves up high, above his biceps, and planted his elbow firmly on the
table, forearm raised.

"Ah, I thought so," Nate whispered to the boys.  "Arm wrestling.  This'll
be good.  Hang on to those boners, kids."

Chad likewise pushed his short sleeves up to display his biceps, and rested
his elbow on the table, forearm to forearm with the Aussie.  They locked
hands in a classic arm-wrestling opener. The boys were mesmerized, but at
first not much happened.

As they took the strain, gazing fiercely into each other's eyes it was
clear that the contest was not only physical but mental as they psyched
each other out.  What made this match even more complex was the men's
raging lust for each other, the handsome doc and rugged Aussie each craving
the erotic sensation of having the loser at his mercy.

Their biceps were like rocks as they strained against each other with
increasing strength.  There were slight movements of their arms, pushed
first one way, then the other, but it was clear the two muscled men were
evenly matched.  Their concentration was intense, each fighting against the
distraction of his own bulging cock straining in his pants.

After a long immobile staring match Adam began slowly to get the advantage.
Inch by inch he forced Chad's arms back until it was inches from the table
and defeat.  But Chad's eyes hardened, he moaned "fuck you, stud", and with
superhuman effort forced the Aussie's arm upright.

"Damn," Adam growled, but Chad had seized the advantage and continued the
pressure, forcing Adam's arm down toward the table.  Adam's eyes flashed
and pierced his lover's, making Chad break concentration for a split
second, enough for Adam to push his arm back to the upright position.

It was a stalemate as they stared at each other, forcing arm against arm,
biceps bulging, veins swelling in their necks, sweat dripping down Chad's
Greek-god face and the square-cut features of the macho Aussie.  It was
like great sex, the ultimate expression of man-on-man sexual action,
fighting for dominance.  They were eye-fucking, straining for sexual
advantage, their cocks hard as steel in their pants, almost to the edge of
orgasm.

"Don't cum, kids," Nate whispered as the boys rubbed their bulges harder.
"This ain't over yet, it's just begun."

In fact, the first act was almost over, though it didn't look like it as
the stalemate continued until their sweat soaked shirts were clinging to
their backs, their muscles at the point of failure.  Suddenly one man made
his play and forced his opponent's arm down within an inch of the table.
But the almost certain loser found a final burst of strength from deep
down, howled "NO!" and forced the other man's arm all the way up and over,
and slammed it on the table.

"We have a winner," Nate said to the spellbound boys as the loser's body
sagged, his face fell forward and he groaned, "Fuck ... fuck ... fuck."

<><> WINNER TAKES ALL <><>

Stunned by the outcome of the match Noah and Vic watched as one man
submitted to the winner, who was preparing his revenge.  When the tableau
was complete Noah said softly to Nate, "Do you mind, sir?"

Nate stared at the homoerotic image of his fellow Aussie, Adam, standing in
the middle of the room barefoot in jeans, shirt hanging open over his
chest, arms stretched up, his hands tied to the gymnastic rings hanging
from the ceiling.  The macho top-man was at the mercy of his victorious
rival, Chad.

"I don't mind," Nate grinned, "as long as Adam's turned on by this, and I
guarantee he is.  Damn, who wouldn't, tied up and getting worked over by
that musclehunk doc?  Trust me, kids, Adam don't feel like a loser.  Just
don't cream your shorts till I tell you to."

The boys stared in awe as Chad paced round his prisoner whose body
strained, stretched upward, muscles taught, his shirt pulling out of his
jeans' waist.  "Payback time, dude," Chad growled, "For all the times you
dominated me and fucked my ass.  Thought you were the tough Aussie top man,
eh?  We'll see if a top-man can take what he dishes out."

Chad stood before Adam and their eyes met, containing the heady mix of
animal lust, macho rivalry, fantasy and intense love.  Adam tugged
helplessly at his restraints and Chad ran his hands under his shirt and
over his bulging chest.  He pulled the shirt open farther and punched the
Aussie's pecs that flexed to withstand the blows.  He grabbed Adam's square
jaw, moved his face from side to side, then slapped his cheeks lightly.

"Just a taste of what you're gonna suffer, stud, until you give up.  Turns
me on hearing a tough muscle-stud like you beg for mercy.  You ready to do
that?"

"Fuck you, mate," came the Aussie drawl.  Chad hauled back and gut-punched
Adam whose abs flexed hard as he jerked back and hung from the ropes.  Chad
stood back and pulled off his shirt, making Adam gasp at the sight of his
captor's bare, ripped torso, his sculpted features set in fierce
determination.

Chad clamped his hands on Adam's chest, dug his fingers into his shirt and
pulled down, to the sound of ripping cloth.  "Let's get you good and ready,
big guy."  Methodically he ripped the shirt piece by piece until the torn
fragments hung down over his chest.

He took a step back to admire his work – the tall, handsome Aussie,
almost shirtless, body stretched like a prisoner tortured on a rack.  Chad
slid the belt from Adam's jeans, stood back and whipped his chest, hard
enough to sting and make him flinch.  "How's it feel to be thrashed with
your own belt, stud?"

"Go fuck yourself," Adam growled.

"That's the way you wanna play it, eh?  OK, dude, you asked for it."  Chad
walked behind him and ripped the shredded remains clear off him.  The boys
gasped wide-eyed at the erotic sight of the defiant Aussie stripped to the
waist, arms stretched up, his flared lats tapering down past the slabs of
his pecs, to his eight-pack abs and his long slim waist cinched by tight,
beltless black jeans.

The body jerked, stretched and writhing in pain, as the belt lashed his
back, again and again.  Adam was tough, but just as he was reaching his
limit, the whipping stopped and Chad came round to face him.  He stared
into Adam's eyes and murmured, "Magnificent."  He curled his hand round the
back of Adam's head, pulled his face forward and kissed him, long and hard,
their tongues searching each other's mouth.

When at last he pulled back Chad said, "I could whip you long and hard,
man, but you're too tough, you wouldn't give up.  I got a better idea."

Chad fell to his knees, ripped open Adam's jeans and pulled out his
rock-hard cock.  "Hm, already dripping pre-cum," Chad smiled. "This is
gonna be easy.  This is the real torture, man."  Chad stroked the long
shaft, then drew out the pre-cum on the tip of his tongue.  He pressed his
tongue against the hole, then licked the head's sensitive corona.

Adam groaned, feeling his cock swell.  "I'm gonna cum, man, I'm gonna shoot
... aaagh!" But it was cry of frustration not of climax, as Chad suddenly
pulled away, cheating the agonized Aussie of the orgasm that had been so
close.

And that's how Chad continued to torment him, bringing the bound man to the
edge of orgasm, then denying him the climax he craved, again and again,
until his body was writhing and he was groaning, "Let me cum, man, I can't
take this ... I'm begging you, man, let me bust my load ..."  But in answer
to his pleas Chad said, "Nah, I'll leave that to someone else.  First I
gotta get my own rocks off."

He jumped to his feet, unzipped his own jeans and pulled out his iron-hard
cock.  "I could give you a dry fuck, big guy, unless you wanna spit on my
dick."  Adam went through the humiliating ritual of spitting down at his
captor's cock, again and again, and scored a few hits.

"You're lucky, man, you made my rod wet so it won't hurt so bad when I
spear your ass."  He went behind him, grabbed his hips and said, "I hear
you Aussies like it rough, no foreplay, eh?  Kinda like this."  In one
savage thrust he drove his cock deep inside the Aussie, the start of a
ferocious butt-fuck, his cock a piston piledriving in and out of Adam's
clenched ass.

Hanging from the ropes Adam's body bucked and heaved as the ramrod fuck
continued, bringing them both closer to orgasm.  Adam was at last ready to
surrender.  "Please, man, you win, I submit.  My balls are fit to burst
... let me cum, man ... I'm begging you."

"OK, I'll have mercy on you – with a little help from my friends.  Hey
kids ..." acknowledging the boys for the first time.  "Get your asses over
here and release the prisoner from his misery."

Nate whispered, "Go for it, mates.  You're family now.  Go help Adam."

Excitedly they ran to the middle of the room and knelt in front of Adam,
his long, hard cock bouncing in their faces with each thrust of Chad's
cock.  Vic went first.  He opened his mouth wide over the long shaft that
drove in hard each time Chad slammed his ass.  Tears sprang from Vic's eyes
and soon the force of the thrusts got so fierce he handed over to Noah.

Noah swallowed the cock for a few seconds, but it became too savage for him
too.  They remembered what Chad had done, and now they too licked the head
of his cock, sucking in pre-cum, and driving Adam wild.  They each folded a
hand over the long shaft, one atop the other, and held it steady while
their mouths worked the head."

"Aaagh," Adam howled, "you're making me cum ... I'm gonna shoot ...

"Let's do it guys," Chad yelled.  Now ..."

He drove in with one last mighty thrust and blasted cum in his lover's ass,
while Adam's cock sprayed jizz over the boys' eager faces.  Their free
hands grabbed their own cocks and they pumped semen all over Adam's bare
feet.

The sound of rasping breaths filled the air as Nate walked up, stroking his
cock.  The boys looked up and he grinned, "Good on ya mates.  This is for
you."  He stroked hard and shot even more juice over their already
cum-soaked faces.

Still tied up, Adam grinned down at them.  "Yup, you two are keepers
alright.  Our mates."

<><> A BIG BROTHER <><>

Chad quickly united Adam and pulled him into a tight hug that lasted so
long the boys wondered if they should leave them alone.  Eventually they
broke apart and Adam turned to the boys.  "Well, we had to find a way to
thank you blokes for that great meal you cooked, so we put on the
after-dinner floor show.  Hope it was as much fun for you as it was for
us."

"It was ..." Noah began but words failed him.  "Sensational." Vic said.
"Eddie should have been here to film it.  The boys would love it."

"Next time," Adam grinned, after we've perfected our act.  Hey, grab some
of these towels to wipe that jizz off you face."  He picked up the shredded
remains of his ripped shirt and used it to wipe the sweat from his face and
chest, and the cum running down his legs.  "Here, er, some of the boys
collect stuff like this shirt.  It stinks of sweat and jizz a bit but do
you want it?

"Yes please, sir," they said, grabbing it.

Chad wiped his cock and looked around the room.  "You know, Adam, we really
should fix this place up for Nate and the boys.  I'll call Randy tomorrow
for him to come and give us an estimate."

Vic and Noah loved the sound of this and Nate grinned at them with a shrug.
The shirtless men pulled up their pants, the only sign of what had just
happened being the fading whip marks across Adam's back.  They all went
back to the living room where Chad stretched.  "Don't know about you guys,
but after all that action I'm bushed.  Adam, you wanna hit the sack?"

Adam grinned at Noah and Vic.  "Kids, a piece of advice.  When you hear an
offer like that from a Greek God like the doc here, never say no."

They looked at Nate, who grinned.  "OK, I've got an offer of my own.  Boys,
let's clear the table, put all this stuff in the dishwasher and then hit
the sack in my room.  What d'ya say?"

"Yes please, sir," they chorused.  Vic grinned impishly, "Adam just told
us, never say no to an offer like that."

Adam ruffled Vic's hair.  "Your boy learns fast, Nate.  G'night, kids.
Glad to have you on board."  He and Chad left the room, followed by the
ever-faithful Molly.

Nate and the boys cleared up the kitchen, switched off the lights and went
upstairs to Nate's spacious bedroom.  Nate suggested a night-cap, a quick
drink to calm them down after all the excitement.  As they sat down he
said, "So, kids, that's it, you've met the whole family now.  Apart from
your permanent boners, what d'ya think?"

They looked at each other and smiled.  "It feels wonderful to be here,
sir," Noah said.  "We thought we'd be intimidated by Adam and Chad," Vic
added, "but they were so friendly, not to mention ultra-sexy."

"Glad you thought so, kids.  Adam and Chad took to you too, like you were
already part of the family.  Hey, Chad was already making plans in his head
to remodel the guest house for us.  So, er, let's cut to the chase here,
boys.  Would you like to join our family?"

The boys' hearts missed a beat.  Vic said, "You mean, as your boys, sir?"

"You know, kid, like I said yesterday, I don't care for the labels blokes
put on things – all this master and boy stuff.  See, even in this tribe,
every relationship is a bit different.  I mean, on one hand you've got boys
like your workmate Ryan who absolutely worships Darius and looks on him as
his master.  That macho black buck is definitely master material.

"At the other extreme you've got Mark and Jamie.  I s'pose at the beginning
they were master and boy, Mark being a cop and all, and they're still
lovers, of course.  Jamie still calls Mark `sir' that'll never change, but
by now they're more like good buddies, certainly not master and boy
anymore.

"OK, so where does that leave us three?  Well I'd like for us to break the
mold even more.  I definitely don't feel like a master, but I obviously
have a lot more experience than you do.  So I feel more like a big brother
to you guys.

"Even after such a short time I know I love you, and I want to help and
protect you, to guide you through the ups and downs of life.  In return I'd
want you to follow my guidance, do what I tell you too, but always feel
free to object if it doesn't feel right.  That responsibility helps make me
feel more like a man, and I hope it doesn't make you feel subservient in
any way.  That's the last thing I want.

"I hope I haven't confused you, but do you think you'd like to be my mates,
permanently?"

"Yes please, sir," they said together, their eyes shining.  "We know what
you're saying, sir, and it sounds just right" Vic said.  "Neither of us
ever had a big brother to depend on," Noah added.

"Well you do now, boys," Nate beamed, "and I never had a kid brother to
look after.  So, it sounds like we got ourselves a deal, mates.  And here's
my first suggestion.  We've all just had a pretty wild sexual experience,
so tonight I'd like us just to sleep together.  You know, cuddle and fall
asleep, no sex.  Could you go for that?"

"Yes, sir," Vic said.  "We'd like that a lot," Noah added.

"Good on ya, mates.  So let's get naked."

<><> MARK & JAMIE MAKE PLANS <><>

Next morning Nate woke to find the bed empty.  The boys had gone. `Guess
they had to start work earlier than usual – but this early?'  He got his
answer when the door opened and the boys brought in breakfast trays, just
as they had yesterday morning at their place.

Nate smiled, "Hey, guys, you don't have to do this every morning, you know.
Like I said, you're not my servants."

"We know, sir," Vic said, "but we wanted to do it just this morning, the
first one in your house.  But we gotta go soon.  We have to open the office
at 8:30."  Noah grinned, "And at least we won't be afraid that our car will
stall as it often did, `cos we got a brand new SUV."

"Not exactly brand new, mates, though it looks new.  By the way, I'll check
in with Bob to see if the paperwork is ready for you to sign. He usually
runs stuff like loans and insurance through the office so Brandon can
coordinate everything.  So eat up, mates."

Eating breakfast together in Nate's room was a new experience, and yet it
felt familiar somehow, like it was meant to be.  When they finished Nate
said, I'll clear this away.  You go jump in the shower, get dressed and get
out of here.  If you're late for work I'll get it in the neck `cos I'm
responsible for you."

Soon, after warm hugs, they left the room and Nate was once again moved by
their excitement and shining eyes.  And he was responsible for that, a
concept that gave him a warm feeling of satisfaction.  For the first time
he had the responsibility and power to make young guys like Vic and Noah
feel good about themselves.

And with that in mind he knew where we was going as soon as he left the
house.  He got dressed and took the trays down to the kitchen, where Adam
and Chad were cooking their own breakfast.  "Want some, mate?" Adam asked.

"No thanks," Nate said smugly.  "I had breakfast brought to me in bed –
though I told the guys that was not gonna be a regular thing.  I don't want
them to feel they have to `serve' me.  By the way, guys, thanks for last
night's little show.  The kids were blown away, and it made them feel like
they belonged."

"That was the idea Nate," said Chad.  "That, plus I wanted the carnal
thrill of seeing a tough Aussie musclehunk getting tied up and flogged."

"That's why I let him win at arm wrestling," Adam chuckled.

"Oh, really?" Chad protested.  "That's bullshit and I can prove it.  You
wanna go again?"

"Hey, mates," Nate said, "I'm gonna leave you to your fun and games.  I got
a couple of boys to look after."

Nate got in his car and drove the short distance down the hill to the
tribe's compound, where he crossed the lawn to the ground floor apartment
of Mark and Jamie.  He knocked tentatively, not wishing to interrupt
anything, but he heard Mark's cheerful "Come in."

He poked his head round the door and Jamie laughed, "Don't worry, dude, we
ain't fucking or anything.  We already took care of that.  And by the look
on your face you've been taking care of a few things yourself."

"It's true, Nate," Mark smiled.  "You look different somehow – more,
dunno, more confident now you've got boys of your own.  How's it feel to be
a new master?"

"Oh, I'm not that sir.  I told the boys I want them to think of me as a big
brother who looks out for them.  I mean, this master/boy thing don't work
for everyone, does it?  And you two are the best example of that with this
buddy thing you got going.  Everyone is envious of that."

"Oh, I still keep this guy in line," Mark grinned.  "To most guys he's this
gorgeous, tanned California surfer, playing a macho lifeguard in the
movies.  But if he makes me mad I just threaten to tie him down and fuck
his ass.  Hell, I'm a cop – with a uniform and handcuffs."

"And the thought of that scares the shit out of me ... not!" Jamie laughed.

They talked a while longer about the joys and challenges of man/boy
relationships, skirting the issue of Jamie someday having a boy of his own
– a delicate subject between him and Mark, one they intended to discuss
on their next trip out of town.

"One thing I make sure of," Mark said, "is to take Jamie out of his regular
environment here on a trip somewhere.  A change of scenery and pace can
work wonders at shaking out any kinks in a relationship."

"My favorite, of course, is our shack in the dunes," Jamie said.  "Well you
know how magical that place cane be, Nate, `cos that's where you first met
us.  Remember that?"

"Too right, mate.  The memory is burned in my brain – a great
masturbatory image for those horny nights.

"Matter of fact," Jamie said, "I've got a week off from the movie while
Grady shoots interior scenes at the studio, so we're taking off up to the
dunes tomorrow."  Jamie glanced at Mark, who took his cue.

"Yeah, and were toying with an idea that I thought we'd run by you.  We
were wondering if you would like to join us, with your boys.  It would be
good for them and you too ... just a thought."

"And it's a great thought, sir.  I would love that, and I'm sure they
would, but I'm not sure about asking Brandon to give the boys time off.
I've insisted to them that work comes first."

"Hmm," Mark said thoughtfully. "Would you let me run that by Bob?  He's in
overall charge of the office and he would never want to diminish Brandon's
independence as office manager.  But let me have a word."

<><> MARK & BOB MAKE A DEAL <><>

A short while later Mark was knocking on Bob's office door in his house.
"Hey, buddy, I don't have a search warrant but I could always bust the door
down if you don't cooperate."

Bob gave a dazzling smile.  "You know I always `cooperate' with the law,
especially if the cop's of the drop-dead-gorgeous variety.  So get your
butt in here officer.  They embraced in a tight hug, their mouth's churning
against each other.

It was no secret to anyone that Bob not only loved Mark, they were `in
love', ever since the day the motorcycle cop had pulled Bob over in his
Mercedes and ordered him to strip naked to avoid a drunk-driving ticket.
That had naturally caused raging problems with Randy until he and the cop
eventually acknowledged their own lust for each other.  Thereafter the
`tormented trio' became the `triumphant trio, and casual sex between any
two of them was allowed.

"So tell me, Mark, have you come about Nate and his boys and your trip up
the coast?"

"Damn, you do keep your ear close to the ground, buddy"

Bob laughed.  "Not much goes on here that I don't know about.  The twins
and Will keep me informed, with frequent input from motormouth Eddie, the
keeper of the grapevine."

Mark explained the situation, and Nate's reluctance to ask Brandon for time
off for the boys.

"They're all such good kids," Bob said.  "But leave it with me.  I'm sure I
can settle everything with nobody feeling bad about taking time off, and
ensuring that Brandon's authority is intact."

"Thanks, buddy.  I love the subtle way you deal with all the issues in the
tribe ... all the issues, like how I'm gonna thank you for this."

"Oh, I already have a plan for that.  We both know there's only one way you
can do it."

"Fuck you, man" the cop grinned.

"Yea, that was the general idea, officer.  And like I said, I always
cooperate with the law."

They kissed again, slowly taking off each other's clothes.

<><> PUSSYFOOTING AROUND <><>

Sometime later Mark was back with Jamie, and Bob was getting ready to go
down to the office, where Brandon was speaking to Noah and Vic.  "Here we
are, guys, Bob's given me all the paperwork for your new car.  I need you
to sign the loan agreement here ... and here, and Nate will co-sign it
later.  Now I'll explain the insurance to you."

He took them all through it and ending by saying, "The only thing you have
to do is keep up the monthly car payments.  They are very low, thanks to
Bob getting a great deal from the dealer, and they will help you establish
a good credit rating.  If ever you have trouble making the payments be sure
to tell Nate right away and he and I will deal with it."

Just then Bob came in and Brandon said, "All squared away, sir.  Vic and
Noah are the proud owners of a new car."

"Excellent," Bob smiled.  "Now there's another thing I wanted to discuss,
Brandon.  My workload has tapered off a bit and I was thinking of asking if
I could come here for a few days to work with you guys.

"See, I'm still something of a computer klutz and I'd like Ryan to show me
better ways to organize my work.  And I'm rusty about all the improvements
you've made here in the office and I need to be brought up to speed.
There's an old saying that the best training is on-the-job training, so I'd
like to work here for a few days, Brandon, if you'll have me.  You're the
boss."

Brandon gave Bob a conspiratorial smile – he knew exactly what was going
on.  He had heard about Mark and Jamie's trip, and the rumor that they
wanted Nate and the boys to go with them.

"Sir, you know how I love working with you, and I'll try to control the
boner it always gives me.  Pete will take care of that later.  Er, only
problem is space, it'll be a bit crowded in here.  I suppose we can share
computers, in shifts, but if any of you guys wanted to take a few days
break, now would be the time."

As if on cue Nate came in to co-sign the loan agreement.  "Here it is,
Nate, you sign right here.  And, er, I wonder if you can help me with
something.  Bob's going to be working here for the next few days so
there'll be quite a crowd here.  Unless ..."

"... unless some of your staff take a short vacation?  Matter of fact, we
have been invited to join Mark and Jamie on a trip, so would it help you to
let me have Vic and Noah for a few days?

"Well they have been working very hard lately, they deserve a break. What
do you think, Ryan?"

Ryan had been listening with some amusement to the discussion and he
smiled, "What I think, sir, is that there's a lot of pussyfooting around
going on here.  We all know what everyone wants, so I say let the guys take
off.  We can manage here, and it'll be fun having Bob with us."

Bob smiled, "Thank you Ryan for telling it like it is.  You're right, too
much tiptoeing around.  The only guys we haven't heard from are Noah and
Vic.  What do you think boys, would you like a few days off to join Nate,
Mark and Jamie on their trip to the dunes?"

Their response was inevitable and immediate.  "Yes please, sir."

<><> TIME TO HIT THE ROAD <><>

Next day there was a small crowd to see them off.  Mark shook hands with
Bob and Randy, and Randy said, "Take care of them big guy.  Those kids are
precious and Nate's gonna need all our support.  It's great to see little
families form like this.  Thanks for taking them with you, they'll have a
blast."

Vic and Noah were surrounded by a small knot of boys, their status in the
tribe enhanced by becoming Nate's boys, as everyone called it, ignoring the
nuances of `brothers', `buddies' or any other label.  `Nate's boys' sounded
better.  Front and center was Eddie of course, with last minute advice for
the boys.

"Dudes, I've lent Nate one of my cameras so make sure he uses it.  It's
only fair that the rest of us get to see all the action at the shack up
there.  The cop and his surfer jock are one of the hottest sights in the
tribe when they get going – working out, fucking, even just jogging
along the beach looking totally macho and gorgeous.  And later I wanna
interview you for my documentary, so remember everything you see up there
– as if you could forget," he grinned."

Finally Mark said, "OK, guys, that's it.  Into the truck.  Time to hit the
road."

In Mark's big truck Jamie sat next to him in front, while Nate sat between
Noah and Vic behind them.  Mark was wearing his usual black ribbed T-shirt
that Jamie found so sexy, but they knew that this time there would be no
stop halfway for a tailgate fuck.  They both felt a responsibility to the
boys, which somehow made their own man-on-man relationship even stronger.

Behind them the new boys were tense with excitement and anticipation.  Nate
spread his arms behind them on the seat and smiled, "Relax, kids, this is
where the fun begins.  Believe me, we're in good hands with Mark and Jamie,
two of the sexiest guys you'll ever see fucking on a beach ... and a whole
lot more."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 560


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