Date: Thu, 7 Oct 2021 01:08:56 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 562  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 562 by Rob Williams

Chapter 562 – "BATTLES, BRAVADO & BODY-WORSHIP"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Two passionate alpha-male lovers hit a rough patch – the black top-man
Zack and handsome Hispanic Miguel are fighting like mad. Miguel storms out
and finds refuge with the muscle-stud young fireman Jason. In a gym workout
together Jason's vanity leads to mutual body-worship and a contest of
strength. In the end one gym-jock is tied up helpless, butt-fucked and
humiliated by the winner.
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<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

Nate's new boys, Noah and Vic, were eager to tell the story so far of their
trip to the beach shack of the cop Mark and his young partner, the sexy
surfer Jamie.

Before they came up here to the dunes, their pal Eddie, a budding young
cameraman, had lent them one of his cameras with an insistent plea that
they film whatever action occurred.  "I need it for my documentary about
events in the tribe. And the stuff you guys got going up there is
definitely gonna fill a chapter.

With the help of Nate and Mark they had captured the hottest action on
camera so, of course, Eddie was the first guy they called with the good
news.  They gave him

 all the details of their surfing lesson and sleeping in a tent in the
dunes.  But Eddie was panting to hear about the sex action.

So they told how they had replayed an old adventure of Nate's when he had
first watched from the dunes as Mark and Jamie worked out on the beach, and
then made love, with Mark fucking Jamie stretched out on the bench-press.
"We snuck up and watched hidden in the dune-grass – and Nate filmed it,
the whole thing."

"Damn, I've always wanted that on film and now you got it.  But what about
you and Nate?"

Noah said, "OK, dude, so guess what – we did bondage.  You know those
movies where this hunky young soldier in the desert gets captured, stripped
naked, staked out on the ground and worked over by tribesman or something.
Well it happened to us, only we got captured by two hunky lifeguards, Nate
and Jamie."

Vic took up the breathless tale.  "They called it a, er, `initiation' or
something, a sexual trial of strength, they said, where we weren't allowed
to cum."  The boys described every detail and ended jubilantly, "And here's
the thing, dude, Mark got it all on camera."

"Epic, dudes," Eddie said dramatically.  But then, having listened to their
story in silence, it was motormouth Eddie's turn and he was off and
running. "Yeah bondage is always a huge turn on.  And when it comes to
bondage and domination, you should see our guys on the second floor –
they're big into leather and get into all the rough stuff.

"`Course, it's all fantasy ... except right now it's turning real.  Major
drama, dudes ... here's the scoop.  The two big top-men are the macho black
stud Zack, and the gorgeous Hispanic hunk Miguel.  They're major lovers
– I mean, watching them fuck is a trip, trust me.

"But guess what?  They've had a row – well, more of a knock-down
drag-out fight really.  Miguel has taken his boy Finn and moved out of
their second-floor pad.  Zack's boy Darius and Darius's boy Ryan are in
shock.  And Zack's buddy Randy is fit to be tied.  Bob, as always, is
trying to make peace, but no luck so far.  I'm trying to get as much as I
can on film, but that ain't easy.  I don't wanna get caught in the
crossfire, no sir.

"Guys, I can't wait for you to get home, `specially now you really are one
of us, after all that bondage stuff.  `Cos I mean, this new drama –
dudes, you ... will ... not ... believe ..."

========= CHAPTER 562 =========

<><> AN OLD LOVE STORY <><>

After their phone conversation with Eddie, Vic and Noah came out of the
shack wide-eyed with excitement and joined Nate, Mark and Jamie on the
patio.

Nate smiled, "Hey, mates, pull up a chair and pour yourselves some of this
wine."

"So how's Eddie?" Mark grinned, knowing the answer already.

"Same as ever, sir, talked a lot," Noah said.  "Real excited about the
stuff we got on camera, especially you and Jamie, sir.  You know, like
fucking on the bench-press and stuff.  He's wanted that on film for a long
time."

"And ...?" Jamie grinned.  "There's got to be an `and', it's written all
over your faces."

Noah suddenly had an attack of shyness and sipped his wine, so Vic took
over.  "Thing is, sir, it's prob'ly kinda confidential.  I mean it's about
... well ..."

"Listen up, mates," Nate said, "and I'll fill you in on a couple of things.
First off, nothing Eddie says is ever confidential.  If he told you
something, he's already told the whole world.  He's the tribe's town-crier,
and he feeds and waters that grapevine every day.

"And second of all, let me tell you about gossip.  In the outside world
gossip is a dirty word to some blokes, but not around here.  It's known
here as staying informed.  We all swap stories about the goings-on in the
tribe because we are one big family.  We're concerned about each other, as
family members always are.  Now, whatever Eddie told you, you are at
liberty to keep to yourselves or share with us.  Either way, no worries,
mates."

"Yes, sir.  Thank you sir."

The silence that followed was broken by a smiling Jamie.  "So like I said
guys ... `and' ...?"

That made the boys laugh and Vic lowered his voice conspiratorially.
"Well, sirs, Eddie said there's a new drama brewing with what he calls the
second-floor guys.  It seems Zack and Miguel have had a big row.  He didn't
say what started it, but it's bad."

Noah took over.  "It wasn't just a row either.  Eddie called it a
knock-down drag-out fight, and Miguel has taken his boy Finn and they've
moved out of the second floor.  Didn't say where they've gone, though."

"And that's it?  No more?" Jamie asked.

"Well," Vic continued, "he said Zack and Randy are big buddies, and Randy's
real angry.  And you know, sirs, when Randy gets in a rage, all bets are
off.  Bob's trying to calm things down, and Darius and his boy Ryan are
real upset.  We hope it don't affect Ryan's work in the office `cos he's
real important to us and our boss Brandon."

Vic managed a smile.  "Eddie said he's trying to get the story on video but
he's keeping his head down `cos he don't wanna get caught in the
crossfire."

"Too right, mate," Nate said.  "That's good advice for us too, kids.  We
can't get involved."

"But sir," Noah frowned, "Eddie said Zack and Miguel are crazy in love with
each other, always have been.  And they're both macho top men, ain't they?"

"Ah, you've put your finger on it right there kiddo," said Mark, who had
been listening with a worried frown.  "Actually I was chatting with Bob a
few days ago and we could see trouble brewing even then.  Those guys have
been snapping at each other lately, losing their temper over nothing."

"But why, sir," Noah asked, "if they're crazy in love?"

"That's because they are, as you say, macho top men, Noah.  Kids, so far
you've been learning about relationships between masters and boys.  But
what about masters and masters?  Much more complicated."

"How, sir?"

Mark explained. "See, in a man-to-man relationship there is always
something of a competitive edge – it's the nature of masculinity.  And
that is especially the case with dominant males like Zack and Miguel.  But
usually guys try to strike a balance.  Look at Randy and Bob.  Randy is
your rough and tough type of top-man – he's been called a caveman.  Bob
is just as tough in his way, but much more refined and ready to go along
with Randy's bursts of anger.

"But that balance is hard to find sometimes.  That's why I'm so lucky with
Jamie.  We found the balance – we fit perfectly.  But it seems Zack and
Miguel still haven't learned to yield to the other, which is sometimes
necessary to keep the peace.  Don't get me wrong, guys, their love is very
deep – right from the day they first met.  And that's a whole `nother
story, quite a love affair.  Nate, Jamie, you guys tell it to Vic and
Noah."

Nate went first.  "Guys, when I took you down to Zack's shack yesterday I
explained how Zack first came on the scene – how the boys got in trouble
in a rowboat, how Mark, in a grueling swim, towed them into shore and
collapsed exhausted.  Then this muscular black guy appeared out of nowhere,
brought Mark back to consciousness, made sure everyone was OK – and then
disappeared.

"But later when Zack met Randy he told his story.  He had just broken up
with his wife and was drowning his sorrows in a bar when he met Miguel, who
was in exactly the same situation.  They got stinking drunk, went back to
Zack's motel where they discovered a lust for each other and sucked each
other's cocks.  Miguel freaked out, spat out the cum and left.  Don't
forget, these were two macho straight guys who had never dreamed of sex
with a man.  And they hadn't even exchanged names."

Jamie took up the story.  "Fast forward a few years.  Bob and the twins
went down to the Ritz Carlton in Laguna for a few days and met the
assistant chef Miguel.  Bob's charm worked its magic and Miguel opened up
to them.

"Miguel described his meeting some years ago with a handsome black guy
drowning his sorrows in a bar, how they had had sex and he had run away in
disgust.  But here's the deal.  He said that ever since then he couldn't
get the guy out of his mind and he would jack off daily just thinking about
him.  Well, of course, Bob and the twins put two and two together and came
up with Zack and Miguel.  This must be the guy, they thought.

"When they got back to town they told Zack, and at first he rejected the
idea that this could be the same guy he had once had drunken sex with.  Too
much of a coincidence.  But he eventually went down to the hotel, met
Miguel and bingo – lightning strike.  They went down to a cave on the
beach and had sex.  And they've never looked back."

The boys' eyes sparkled.  "Wow, Noah said, "that is such a great love
story.  It's like a movie.  But, sir, something that great can't all just
end with a row and a fight, can it?"

"Let's hope not, kiddo," Mark said.  "I think there must be something else
to it.  Eddie only told you the bare bones.  That's the trouble with
gossip.  When there are bits missing some guys fill in the blanks with
rumor and the whole thing blows out of control.

"So, I suggest we wait till we get back home.  `Cos hey, we got our own
story going right here.  We have a night and a day left, so let's make the
most of it.  We've already got a lot out of our system – Jamie and me on
the bench press, and you two guys in major bondage for the first time,
staked out in the sand and worked over by two hot lifeguards.  Not bad for
a start, eh?"

"Soon be time for dinner, mates," Nate said.  "Any ideas, boys?"

"We sure do," Vic said.  "Our buddy Will loaded us up with food that's easy
to cook and he gave us instructions, so dinner's on us, sirs – to thank
you all for a weekend we'll never forget."

Mark grinned.  "Wow, they're cute, sexy, adventurous, and they know how to
cook.  I'd say you backed a winner there, Nate."

"Too right, mate," Nate laughed.  "Two winners actually – I'm a lucky
bloke."

<><> HOME AGAIN <><>

The rest of their trip to the dunes passed in a euphoria of fun, feasting
and making love, not necessarily in that order.  When at last they packed
up to leave, Nate was pleased to see that his boys were transformed from
the nervous, confused kids of the journey up, to two confident young men
who were beginning to accept their own true worth.

On the journey south, back to the city, the conversation in the truck
rehashed the problems of Zack and Miguel, and the repercussions it might
have on other guys and, in fact, the whole tribe.

Mark said. "That's the trouble with blow-ups like this.  As much as we try
to stay out of it, other guys are bound to be dragged in and even take
sides.  Their boys, for example.  Darius and Ryan will take Zack's side,
while Finn, of course, will be supportive of his man Miguel.

"Then there are the friends.  Randy has always identified with Zack like a
brother – both of them big, tough, hard-driving construction bosses.
Bob will try to restrain Randy, but good luck with that one.  When Randy
thinks a buddy has been mistreated he charges in like a mad bull to offer
support – usually physical. The other construction boss Seth would feel
the same.

"And kids, your boss Brandon owes his loyalty to his employee Ryan – to
make sure he's not hurting or distracted from his work."

Nate said, "On that last one, mates, you should be supportive of your pal
Ryan, but on no account take sides.  That's the quickest way to get sucked
into the quicksand."

It was late Sunday afternoon when they arrived at last at the compound,
which was unusually quiet, as if a dark cloud hung over it, despite the
sunshine.  They quickly unloaded their gear from the truck, and then, with
big hugs by the boys for Mark, Jamie and Nate, they went their separate
ways.

Vic and Noah were anxious to go across the street to take Eddie's camera to
him, and to see their boss Brandon who lived in the adjoining duplex.
Jamie went to see if he could give any help to his old buddy and fellow
senior boy Darius, while Nate went up the road to the house he shared with
Adam and Chad.

Mark's destination was naturally to the Boss House to speak with Bob and
get the latest developments in the story.  He found him with his boys, the
twins, Kyle and Kevin, and was greeted with a warm hug from Bob, and a sigh
of relief that he now had Mark for support.

Mark kissed him and smiled, "So how's it going, big guy?  And more
important, how are you?"

"Well it's been kind of rough, I won't deny that.  I mean, sure, it's just
a disagreement between two lovers, but you know how that goes, Mark.  You
throw a rock in the middle of the pond and the ripples rock everyone's
boat.  It'll take a while for the water to smooth over."

"Where is everyone now?"

Bob sighed. "Huh, in a wacky attempt to show that life goes on as normal,
the three bosses, Randy, Zack and Seth are at their construction sites.
Except it's Sunday afternoon so there's nothing normal about that.  My bet
is that the three of them are drinking beer and Randy and Seth are
commiserating with Zack.  I only hope they don't get drunk."

"And Miguel?"

"He and Finn are down at Jason's house with Jason and his boy Ben."

"Jason?" Mark frowned in surprise. "What the hell's he got to do with
this?"

"Oh, a whole lot, didn't you know?"

"Dammit, I knew there had to be more to this than a simple row."

"Much more, Mark.  I had a long talk with Darius who had witnessed parts of
the story and got the rest from Ben.  Darius desperately wanted to unload
it on someone."

"So naturally he came to you," Mark smiled.

Bob shrugged.  "Darius is a great guy and he's been especially hurt.  So he
gave me the whole story, every blow-by-blow detail.  Of course, you and I
already knew this has been brewing for some time, as Miguel and Zack have
been real scratchy with each other.  Everyone goes though rough times like
that, but in their case it had to come to a head ... and boy, did it ever."

Kyle interrupted.  "Sir, it's a long story so how about Kevin and I fix us
all some cocktails to ease the pain?  We left Will in the kitchen and he
said he's happy to handle the dinner prep.  Then we'll kick back and help
you tell the story."

In a few minutes they were all sitting nursing martinis and Bob smiled,
"Thanks boys, a great idea.  OK, Mark, here goes."  Bob took a deep breath
and, with intermittent help from the twins, the story slowly unfolded.

<><> THE TALE OF MIGUEL & JASON <><>

Darius had heard several loud arguments between his man Zack and Zack's
lover Miguel.  The rows were mostly about nothing, or something trivial, as
is the case with many lovers who are getting on each other's nerves and
picking on each other.

But the latest one reached a volume and intensity that surpassed the others
and ended with Miguel shouting "Fuck you, man," and storming out of the
house.  He jumped into his SUV and drove away, aimlessly at first, then
headed down the hill and across Figueroa Street to the Arroyo Seco.  It was
a shady wilderness area where many of the tribe's men and boys had come to
from time to time to think, or fume, or even to cry.

Miguel was not about to do any of those things, but he just needed to get
away from Zack who was driving him crazy.  He realized that one of his
buddies, the hunky young fireman Jason, lived in a rustic house on the edge
of the Arroyo with his sexy gypsy boy Ben.  As he approached the house he
saw Ben getting out of his car.  Glad to see a friendly face Miguel slowed
down and said, "Hey kiddo, how you doing?"

"Fine, I think, sir.  I just bought groceries and I'm gonna try and cook
lunch for Jason after he's finished his workout.  But I'm not too sure ..."

"Hey, I can help you with that.  I'm a chef remember?"

"Yeah, but a real big one, sir, in a fancy hotel."

"Never mind that.  I'll give you a hand."  Miguel jumped out of his car and
followed Ben through the gate, where he stopped short.  Jason, as usual at
this time, was working out in his gym on the patio, shirtless in gym
shorts, his muscled body gleaming in the sun.  "I always forget how fucking
gorgeous you are, man," Miguel shouted.  "No wonder they put you on the
cover of that fireman's calendar again."

"Hey, Miguel," Jason panted, jumping down from the chin-bar.  "What are you
doing in this neck of the woods?"

"Ah, nothing, just driving around."

"Had another fight with Zack, have you?"

"Yeah, how'd you guess?  A humdinger this time.  I just needed to get away,
take a few deep breaths."

"Best way to do that is what I'm doing – a good workout.  Come join me.
There's a pair of my gym shorts over there in that pile.  Come on, man, do
you good, shake off the blues."

Miguel smiled, something he hadn't done much lately, and took Jason up on
his offer.  A few minutes later Jason was staring at him in awe – at his
ripped physique, powerful pecs, washboard abs and rugged Hispanic features.

"Talk about gorgeous!  I don't often see you near-naked, stud.  Hell, I'm a
raving narcissist but you could give me a run for my money.  Let's put
those muscles to work, stud.  I was just doing chin-ups on the bar.  Come
on, I challenge you.  Hey Ben, lunch can wait.  Stow that food in the
kitchen, grab yourself a beer and come watch the show – two muscle-jocks
at work."

Ben didn't need telling twice and soon he was sitting on the grass, sipping
beer and admiring the view.  He often did this watching Jason, but now it
was two hunks for the price of one.  Plus ... he had brought from the house
one of Eddie's cameras.  Eddie had several and lent them to various boys
with the same command.  `If there's hot and heavy action, dude – get it
on film'.

Ben knew how Jason admired on his own body, which is why he had placed the
chin bar in front of the mirror so he could watch his straining muscles
bulge.  And like most of the other guys in the tribe, Ben saw nothing wrong
with that.  There was a lot of muscle worship going on in the tribe and,
hey, if it was his own muscles a guy was worshiping what's the difference?
Especially a perfect physique like Jason's.

The only thing better was to watch two guys' bodies straining in front of
the mirror – and the chin bar was long enough for them to flaunt their
bodies side by side.

Naturally, between macho guys like this, it became a friendly contest.
Jason had thrown out the challenge and now called out, "OK, Ben, count us
down."

Enjoying the fun Ben shouted, "Get ready ... three ... two ... one ... Go!"

The first few lifts were easy for strong guys like this, and each time
their faces rose above the bar they grinned at each other.  But as the
competition wore on, their bulging muscles ached, while Ben counted –
eighteen ... nineteen ... twenty ... come on sirs, one more.

Groaning loudly they dug deep for the last reserves of strength and slowly
their feet left the ground.  Miguel's dark Hispanic features, wet with
sweat, grimaced in pain as he rose higher.  But Jason's feet were only
inches off the ground when he gasped in defeat, his muscles gave out and
his feet hit the ground.  "Damn."

Miguel's face cleared the bar, he grinned at himself in the mirror and
released his hold.  As he hit the ground Jason stared at him in the mirror.
"Fuck, you're hot.  You win, stud."  Jason was, surprisingly, still
standing with his arms stretched up, hands curled round the bar.  "So, big
guy, you gonna claim your reward from the loser – me?"

In more normal times Miguel would not have allowed himself to be seduced by
Jason, out of deference to Zack.  But these were not normal times.  He had
been fighting with Zack, with no sex for over two weeks.  After their
latest fight he had left the house to get away from him, and Zack's scowl
had been replaced by Jason's good-natured smile – plus the fireman's
obvious lust for him.  It was the ego boost Miguel needed right now, so he
gave in to Jason's seduction.

He stood behind Jason, still stretched up to the chin-bar, and pressed his
chest against his back.  He reached round him and ran his hands over his
pumped chest, dug his fingers in the rock-solid pecs, then slid his fingers
along the ridges of his abs.  He could see that Jason was hugely turned on
by the scene in the mirror – one muscle-jock body-worshiping the other
– and he felt his own cock straining against his shorts, pressing
against Jason's ass.

Miguel squeezed Jason's nipples and saw the square-jawed chiseled features
wince in pain. "Damn, that is fucking hot, man."  He gazed at him in the
mirror.  "I'm gonna tell you something, dude.  I saw my boy Finn jacking
off looking at your picture in that fireman's calendar.  He left the
calendar on the table and on the cover I saw this gorgeous, arrogant young
fireman, in love with himself.  I had an urge to knock the arrogance out of
him., so I imagined him tied up, at my mercy – or more specifically, his
ass at my mercy."

"Fuck yeah, man," Jason growled – and the scene was set.

Ben had watched with mounting excitement and knew exactly what his man
wanted.  He put down the camera and ran up to the patio where gym equipment
was scattered over the floor.  He rummaged around and picked out a length
of rope and two leather wrist restraints that he dropped at Miguel's feet.
He ran back to his seat on the grass, to his beer – and his camera.

As he watched Miguel work, Ben had a vague sense that all this might
somehow complicate Miguel's situation at home.  But after all, having sex
with other guys in the tribe was allowed and happened a lot, so he shoved
the thought to the back of his mind.  What the hell, he thought, this was
between Miguel and Jason, so who was he to object?  Let the games begin.

<><> POSE-DOWN <><>

When Miguel had finished, he stood beside Jason, both of them staring at
Jason's reflection in the mirror.  It was a homoerotic sight.  The rope was
wound round and round the chin-bar and the ends hung loose about four feet
apart.  The leather restraints were tied to each end and tightly buckled
round each wrist.  The near-naked gym-jock was a captive, his arms
stretched up – a vertical version of a prisoner stretched on the rack.

Jason glanced at the Hispanic hunk next to him, but his focus was mostly on
himself.  He pulled at the restraints above him, his arms bulging, pecs
rippling and muscles flexed, but it was clear to Miguel that, far from
being an attempt to escape, the rippling muscles were pure vanity in Jason.
He was turned on by his own reflection – by the fantasy of the bound
muscle-jock, the loser of the contest paying the price to the winner.

Miguel understood all this and was more than willing to play along.  He
could get lost in the whole erotic scene and, for a while at least, escape
into fantasy and forget his domestic troubles.

But at the same time, he really wanted to knock some of Jason's narcissism
out of him, cut his ego down to size.  He wanted to make the game more real
– to make the much-admired, arrogant young fireman accept defeat, the
captive of a man stronger and just as beautiful as himself.

To prove his point, as they stood side by side staring at their
reflections, Miguel raised his arms and flexed his biceps.  Jason tried to
match him by flexing his own arms, but his restraints put him at a
disadvantage.  Miguel had free range of motion and made the most of it,
striking a series of competition bodybuilding poses.

It became a bodybuilder pose-down, a muscle-worship contest, which Jason
was destined to lose – another contest he had lost to this superior man
with greater strength and machismo and, right now, greater freedom.

At last Jason's attention moved from himself to the macho muscle-hunk next
to him, and the bulge in his shorts was caused not by his own image but
Miguel's.  Miguel gave a satisfied smile.  "See man, there are other
muscle-gods in the world beside you."

Miguel was not motivated by vanity.  In fact, unlike Jason, Miguel did not
have a shred of personal vanity.  His looks and his body were stunning, but
his personal pride was not for his beauty but for his accomplishments and
skills as an executive chef.  And also, at home, for his ability to
transform his boy Finn from a defiant young hustler to a respected and
productive young man in the tribe, who incidentally adored Miguel.

Miguel had his passions, of course, notably for Zack, a man he had thought
of daily in the two lonely years after he met him, right up to their joyful
reunion. Since then, that passion had built – until it's recent
deterioration, which he didn't fully understand but which pained him
enormously.

It was that pain that he was now trying to stifle for a while in this
muscle-flexing fantasy with Jason.  Now that he had managed to get Jason
focused away from his own reflection and onto him, Miguel pressed home his
advantage.  Knowing that Jason's lust was roused by beautiful men, Miguel
tormented him with the homoerotic display of muscle.

He stood before the bound firefighter and went through a series of dramatic
bodybuilder poses, flexing each muscle set in turn.  "See that, stud?
Turns you on, uh?  You wanna touch that body, don't you?  You wanna worship
those fucking muscles."

"Yeah, untie me man.  Let me match you pose for pose."

"Uh-uh.  For once this is not about you, it's about the guy who beat you in
the gym.  You lost, man, but I'll let you worship me – only I call the
shots."  Jason tugged at his restraints and this time it wasn't for show.
He was desperate to get free and touch the dark, chiseled features and
superb body flexing before him.

Miguel came close and flexed a bicep inches from his face.  Jason stuck out
his tongue and licked the solid muscle, then kissed it, murmuring,
"Beautiful – fucking beautiful." Miguel let him lick his chest, his hard
nipples, and suck in the sweat trickling down the deep cleft between his
pecs.

Then Miguel raised his arms high, grabbed Jason's bound wrists, and pressed
his armpit against Jason's face.  His face buried in the sweaty black
armpit hair, Jason breathed in the rancid smell that almost choked him.
His cock was bulging in his shorts, his balls bursting for release, and he
coughed desperately when Miguel pulled back.

Looking down at Jason's bulging shorts Miguel grinned seductively.  "Hmm,
my body turns you on that much, eh stud?  Let's see just how much."  He
untied Jason's shorts and let them drop round his ankles.  His cock sprang
out rock hard, veins popping, pre-cum oozing from the tip.

"Set me free, man, please.  I gotta cum."  But in response Miguel turned
his back to his prisoner and slowly pushed down his shorts.  They fell to
the floor Jason gazed at the perfect globes of his ass as Miguel flexed his
glutes hard.  "Fuck," Jason groaned.  "Spectacular ass ... I gotta fuck it,
man ... untie me ... please man ... I gotta fuck that ass."

Miguel turned round and laughed.  "No way, big guy.  Like I said, you lost.
I'm in charge here and if anyone does the fucking it's me."

Jason looked down at Miguel's long thick cock pointing straight at him.
"Yeah, yeah, OK.  Fuck me, dude.  Let me see my body flex in the mirror
while it gets fucked up the ass ... please man."

"All in good time, stud."  Miguel continued to torment his desperate
captive by pressing his fists together in front of his own abs in a pose
that flared his lats and made his shoulders and biceps bulge, driving Jason
wild with frustration.  Miguel reached forward and grabbed Jason's hips.
He leaned back, pushing his crotch forward and ground his cock against
Jason's.

Jason gasped, looking down at Miguel, holding onto his hips and leaning his
torso back in a brand-new muscle pose, his arms, chest and abs flexing
before Jason's mesmerized gaze.  Their cocks ground against each other and
Jason yanked hard on the ropes binding him, desperate to get free and touch
Miguel.

He groaned, "Damn, you look so fucking hot man, you're gonna make me cum.
Pull off me, I don't wanna cum yet.  I wanna feel your dick in my ass.
Please, man, no ... no ... aaagh!"

His cock reared up against his stomach and spouted a long stream of sperm,
then another and another as his head thrashed from side to side, his blond
hair flying over his face.  Miguel released his hold and the naked jock
slumped exhausted, hanging from the ropes.

<><> DEGRADATION AND TRIUMPH <><>

Miguel got behind Jason, grabbed Jason's hair and pulled his head back.
"Now look in the mirror, dude, your favorite pastime.  Not the usual
arrogant gym-jock now, eh.  I'd say that's a broken man – tears running
down his face, jizz running down his ripped abs."

It was true.  Jason stared in disbelief at the man he so often admired in
the past, the beautiful, ripped muscle-stud, so sexy he was featured on the
cover of the fireman's calendar.  But now he was looking at a loser, beaten
by a stronger man, more macho and muscular than him.  He groaned, "I wanted
you to fuck my ass.  I tried to hold back but you were so fucking gorgeous
you made me bust my load."

"I don't see the problem, dude.  I'm still gonna shove my dick up your
butt."

"No ... I just shot my wad, man.  Not now ... later.  I can't ..."

Miguel went round to face him and held his chin in his hand.  "You really
are some kinda dumbass jock.  Do I have to remind you, you lost the gym
contest and baited me to claim my reward?

"Well this is it, man.  In case you hadn't noticed, you're still my
prisoner, that gorgeous body stretched in bondage at my mercy.  And I ain't
got my rocks off yet.  So of course I'm gonna fuck your ass, and I'll let
you watch yourself in the mirror – not the dominant narcissistic
muscle-jock you get off on usually, but the shackled loser forced to blow
his wad and now suffering the pain and humiliation of getting his ass
ploughed by the top-man who broke him.

"Damn, you look hot like that, though – way sexier than a muscle-jock
flaunting his muscles."  Miguel kissed him hard and long on the mouth.
"Tell you what, I'll give you a break – it won't be a dry fuck.  I'll
use your own cum to lube my dick – a tad less painful."  Miguel scooped
up the semen covering Jason's chest and abs and coated it on his iron-hard
shaft."

He walked behind him, looked down and slapped the mounds of Jason's
flawless ass, watching the cheeks bounce under the blows as red handprints
emerged faintly on the white flesh.  Then Jason's low groans turned to
screams as Miguel drove his cock hard and deep in his ass.  "No. man, I
can't take it ... I just busted a load ... stop ... please."

"God, I love to hear a macho muscle-god like you beg.  But you gotta beg
better than that."

As Miguel ramrodded his ass, Jason sobbed, "Please, sir, I `m begging you
... have mercy, sir ...  I give up ... you win ..."

Miguel paused and looked over his shoulder at the mirror.  "Now that is a
fantasy, dude, an arrogant young gym-jock stripped naked, tied up and
humiliated, getting his ass hammered and begging for mercy, groveling in
submission.  Hotter than any porn movie I ever saw.  Tell me that looks
hot, dude."

"Yeah, it looks fucking wild.  But, sir, my ass is on fire ... please,
sir."

"OK, listen up.  When I see you shoot another load I'll cum in your ass and
your torment's over."

"But I just busted a huge load, sir.  I can't cum again."

"OK, I'll give you another break.  Hey Ben, get your butt over here, boy."
The awestruck young gypsy ran to him.  "Now, your master's got a problem,
kid.  He's tied up helpless and getting his ass jackhammered until he
shoots another load of jizz.  Think you can help him out?"

"I'll do my best, sir," Ben grinned, excited to be part of the action.  He
knelt in front of his defeated master, stroked his semi-hard cock then
swallowed it all the way down his throat, as he had so many times before.

And that's how the long homoerotic scene came to an end at last.  Despite
the pain in his butt Jason stared at the mirror and saw, not himself, but a
handsome, muscular gym-jock, broken and humiliated by a macho top-man,
stretched in bondage, with his own boy on his knees sucking his cock.  It
was a pornographic picture of degradation, and it turned Jason on more than
any act of narcissism ever had.

In the end, a combination of Ben's cocksucking skills, the sensation of
Miguel's cock pounding his ass, and the graphic mirror image, all forced
Jason to the inevitable climax.  He felt juice rising up from his balls,
racing along his cock and "Aaagh!"  Ben pulled back, opened his mouth wide
and Miguel saw jizz spurting into it and running down the boy's chin.

"That's all I needed, men," Miguel shouted, and unloaded his pent-up juice
in the fireman's ass.

When his cock had drained he pulled out, walked round to face Jason and
pulled Ben to his feet.  "Man, you look so fucking gorgeous like that, this
is the highest compliment I can pay you, a second load.  Come on Ben, let
him have it."

Miguel and Ben stroked their cocks and in seconds two streams of semen
splashed on Jason's exhausted body and ran down his abs and his thighs, to
complete the vivid picture of degradation and triumph.

<><> AN OPEN INVITATION <><>

A few minutes later all three were lying on the grass recovering their
breath.  "Damn," Jason said, "that was a mind-blower,
dude. Un-fucking-believable.  The ultimate bondage fantasy is when you look
in the mirror, narrow your eyes and see, not yourself, but some unknown
gorgeous muscle-jock begging for mercy in abject surrender."

"And I guarantee, buddy, that the next time you work out and admire your
body in the mirror you'll think back to this and imagine that same
muscle-jock getting beaten by another guy, tied up, forced to body-worship
him, then get butt fucked, sucked off and forced to climax again.  Much
hotter than just flexing."

"Damn straight.  Only difference is this way I end up with a sore ass," he
laughed.  "Er, you're still staying for lunch, right?"

"Sure.  I guess I'm putting off going back home and facing all that
negativity after having such a blast here.  So how about it, Ben, will you
let a big ol' muscle-chef help you in the kitchen?

"Yes please, sir."

"By the way, Miguel," Jason said. "When you do go back home, if things get
too rough you can always come back and crash here in our spare room with
your boy Finn.  We can handle that, eh Ben?"

"We sure can, sir."

<><> A HELLUVA STORY <><>

"Wow, that's a helluva story, Bob," Mark said, as Bob paused to pour
another martini.  "At other times it would just be a smoking hot sexual
fantasy, but under the circumstances I hesitate to ask what happened next."

Bob sighed deeply.  "Yeah, Mark.  At least that part of the story is upbeat
– hot sex and guys getting their rocks off.  But then it turned ugly."
He frowned and looked uneasy.

"Er, if you don't wanna go on, dude, I understand."

"No, Mark, I want you to know the whole thing.  Nobody I'd rather share it
with – I need your support."

Kevin said, "Sirs, why don't you let Kyle and me tell it?  We were here
when Darius told you."

<><> THE INEVITABLE ERUPTION <><>

Miguel drove back up the hill full of foreboding at the thought of facing
Zack.  He just hoped his mood had improved – a rather forlorn hope.

What he had just done with Jason was exactly what he needed – something
dramatic to take his mind of his troubles, spectacular sex after a couple
of sexless weeks with Zack, and a chance to assert his own sense of
masculinity after being disparaged and demeaned by Zack.

At first, he thought he wouldn't tell Zack what he had been doing, but
immediately dismissed the idea.  He had never hidden anything from Zack
before, and to start keeping secrets now would only make the situation
worse.

Besides, he had done nothing wrong.  It was very common for many of the
guys to fool around with other men in the tribe and then tell their
partners about it.  Randy and Bob had long since made the rule that any sex
was OK provided it stayed within the tribe.  With so many hot, over-sexed
men and boys living together it was unrealistic to insist on monogamy,
unless the couple chose to.  Randy, for instance, hated Bob to get fucked
by anyone but him.

Miguel and Zack had never ruled out sex with others.  In fact, Zack had
fucked with Randy, Hassan and others, and Miguel had made love to guys like
Mario at the Grady House.  And, god knows, everyone had fucked Grady.
Hell, it was almost the price of admission to the Grady House.  Still, all
that was in normal times, but with Zack in his present mood all bets were
off.

As it turned out, Miguel's forebodings were not misplaced.  When he got
back to the compound and went up to the second floor there was an unnatural
silence hanging over the usually noisy rooms.  He went into his bedroom and
found that Finn had just got home from work.

"Hello, sir, where have you been?"

Miguel told him of his trip down to the Arroyo and his epic scene with
Jason.  Finn's eyes were shining and he insisted on all the details,
rubbing his crotch as Miguel recounted the erotic story.  He had just
finished his tale when the door crashed open and Zack stormed in.

"Where the fuck did you go, man?  You storm out of here like a bat out of
hell and you're gone for hours.  Where the fuck were you?"

Miguel held his temper - it wouldn't help if both of them got mad.  "I, er,
don't recall having to give you my schedule for each day, Zack, but since
you ask I'll tell you.  As I've just been telling Finn, after you pissed me
off this morning I drove down to the Arroyo, I needed time to think.

"I ran across Ben at Jason's house and he asked me in, where Jason was
working out – getting off on himself in the mirror.  He asked me to join
him, and a workout was just what I needed to clear my mind – free it up
from all the garbage going on here.  Well, you know Jason, the workout got
sexual – mutual muscle-worship.  It was kinda hot, turning Jason's body
lust away from himself and onto me.  I tied him up and fucked him –
exactly what we both needed.

"Then I stayed for lunch before coming straight home ... and here I am."

Miguel's calm demeanor, with a hint of defiance as he recited his actions,
only rattled Zack more and he became irrational.  "Fuck you, man.  You
leave here, go straight to that narcissistic fireman and fuck him?"

"Pretty much," Miguel said, still controlling himself.  "Well, you can
hardly blame me.  I hadn't been getting much sex from you in the past few
weeks.  Actually, zero as I recall.  At least Jason wanted me, lusted for
me, and we had a blast – same as you do with Randy, Seth or whatever
construction worker you stumble across."

Zack went totally off the rails.  "Ah, that's it, is it?  I'm just this
lowlife construction worker fucking sweaty roughnecks in the dirt, while
you, mister bigshot executive chef, are banging the blond muscle-jock
fireman, who everyone praises as a life-saving hero.  Shit, he's just a
pansy male model, and you've probably been jerking off over his picture
like everyone else."

"Zack, that's crazy talk, and you know it ..."

"And even worse – I'm not just a dumbass laborer but a black one, not
good enough for you and your classy new fuck buddy with his golden tan and
blond hair.  Dammit, I never took you for a racist but, fuck, that's
exactly what you are, man."

"Zack stop, please.  This is all disgusting bullshit.  I have no idea what
the hell's going on here, you're becoming totally unhinged, dude.  Look, I
hate fighting like this, it solves nothing and ..."

"OK, if you hate it, and look down on me, why don't you take your racist
ass out of here and go back to your blond model boyfriend?  At least he
don't have dirt under his fingernails like me."

Miguel finally lost it.  "OK, if that's what you want, fine.  My `blond
boyfriend' as you call him said that if things got rough up here I could
always go back down there and stay at his place.  Well things just got
mighty rough, plumb crazy, and I can't live with a raving maniac anymore.
Finn, my boy, come with me.  We're out of here."

He grabbed Finn's arm and together they strode across the garden and
through the gate.  Finn asked, "You want me to drive, sir?"

"Yeah, would you, buddy?  I'm so mad right now I can't see straight let
alone drive."  As they got in the car and drove away, Miguel said.  "Finn,
I should have asked you if you wanted to come with me.  That was your home,
your friends, and I shouldn't have assumed ..."

"Sir, it's fine, really.  Matter of fact things were getting tough for me
and Ryan and Tyler.  As our men were fighting we weren't sure where we
stood, even if we could still be buddies.  It was all getting too crazy."

Miguel sighed.  "Good, so long as I still have you, man.  I do, don't I?"

"You know it, sir.  Whatever shit hits whatever fan next, I'm your guy,
sir."

<><> THE PASSION OF CAVEMEN <><>

"Damn," Mark groaned. "Bob, you said it was an ugly story but I never
expected it'd be this bad."

"Well, there it is, Mark, you're up to date," Bob said.  "Miguel and Finn
are staying with Jason and Ben, and Zack is left fuming.  Darius had been
in the next room and overheard the whole insane conversation.  He said his
main job now is to shield his boy Ryan, and Pablo's doing the same for
Tyler.  They know from experience that the last thing they should do is get
involved.  I just hope that Randy knows the same thing.  You know how Randy
can be."

"How Randy can be what?" came the deep voice as Randy came in.  "I guess
you're talking about all this bullshit that's going on with Zack.  Darius
told me all about it and I went over to Zack's site to have it out with
him, knock some sense into him.  But he wasn't there."

"Thank god for that," Bob sighed.  "Randy, please, please promise me one
thing.  Do not confront Zack, it'll only end in a massive fight – you're
like two raging bulls.  I have no idea what the solution to this mess is,
but it sure as hell ain't fists."

"Ah," Randy said, "Zack's a good guy, real solid normally.  But I see his
point – Miguel had no right to hightail it down to Jason's and fuck him.
Of course Zack got mad ... so would I."

"Randy please," Bob protested.  "We mustn't take sides.  Zack is behaving
irrationally but we have to be ready to help both of them – only when
they ask for it.  But you're right, you probably would have behaved like
Zack – god knows you have in the past."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"I think there's a parallel here between those two and us, Randy.  I'm
beginning to think that at the root of this is Zack's fear of losing
Miguel.  When a macho guy like Zack, or you, feels passion for a man, as he
does for Miguel, and you do for me, he's gonna imagine all sorts of crazy
things.  As I know from experience."

"Huh," Randy grunted.  "Yeah, OK, I see what you're saying buddy.  I guess
I was a bit scared and got kinda rough on you, but I never went off the
rails like Zack."

"Oh no?" Bob chuckled.  "I recall the time Lloyd and I went out to San
Bernardino for him to show me some industrial buildings there he had
designed.  We overnighted at a hotel, had a few drinks, shared a bed and
fucked.  What was worse, Lloyd fucked me.

"You found out, Randy and went batshit crazy.  You drove out there, slugged
Lloyd, threw me in the truck and drove to the desert, where you tied me to
the back of the truck and dragged me behind it through the sand – a
terrifying way of torturing me.  I would sure classify that behavior as
`going off the rails'."

"Yeah, I guess that was a bit over-the-top, dude.  But I wasn't used to
being in love with a guy, I was nuts about you and I did what came natural
to me, to scare you into staying."

Mark grinned.  "It might surprise you to learn, Randy, that when most guys
have relationship problems they talk it out, maybe get professional help
from a shrink.  But guys like you and Zack have animal instincts.  The
caveman emerges from his cave, grabs the guy by the hair and beats him into
submission.  Maybe that's what Zack's doing.  So Bob, what's your advice
here?"

"It's a tough one, but right now we should not get directly involved –
lie low and wait for the dust to settle.  And talking of shrinks, Mark,
I'll have a word with Doc Steve and get his input."

So they left it there for now, and a bit later Bob called Steve.  He was
already aware of the problems, of course, and Bob filled him in on the gory
details. "Yeah, it's not good, Bob," Steve said thoughtfully, "but your
advice to the guys to keep a low profile is good.  I can't see that any
type of intervention would be useful right now with tempers still running
this high."

Steve paused in thought.  "There is maybe one thing you could do
discretely.  A flashpoint right now for Zack would be the thought of Miguel
living with Jason.  His raging mind will be cooking up all kinds of
fantasies about what they're doing.

"I can't imagine there's anything between Miguel and Jason except that one
great fuck. Jason's now just being a good buddy to him and Miguel probably
sees Jason as a welcome port in a storm.  So, if at all possible, maybe you
could suggest another place for Miguel and Finn to hole up until tempers
have cooled.  Physical distance is a good thing right now, but the Jason
connection is not."

"Hmm, thanks Steve.  I do have the germ of an idea taking root in my mind."

"That fertile mind of yours, Bob – I thought you would.  Stay in touch,
and when those guys are ready they'll contact me and we can sit down and
sort things out.  All will come right, buddy.  There's light at the end of
the darkest tunnel."

<><> NATE GETS THE PICTURE <><>

Bob thought for a while, then put in a call to Nate.  "Nate, I won't beat
around to bush, but I'm trying to help the situation with Miguel and Zack,
and I want to run something by you.  You've been doing a great job with
those boys of yours, Noah and Vic, and I, er, was wondering if you've given
any thought to their living situation."

Nate laughed, "Sir, you must be psychic.  Matter of fact I've just been
talking to them `cos I want us to live together and they want that too, a
whole lot.  You know how Adam and Chad have this rundown guest house on
their grounds that they've hinted would be a good place for us three.  It
needs a bunch of work, and the boys themselves suggested that we move in
right away and do the place up while we're living there.

"I went for the idea big time `cos it would be a great experience for them
to play a leading part in remodeling and decorating our house.  It would be
a learning experience, maybe bring us even closer together."

"Nate, I like your thinking," Bob smiled.  "And that would free up their
current apartment over the office.  Which of course is where my mind was
going, as your canny Aussie mind no doubt already worked out.  A perfect
place for a man and his boy to live temporarily ..."

"... and get them away from Jason, which could be a red rag to a certain
bull."

Bob laughed.  "Nate that Aussie brain of yours really can put two and two
together and come up with twenty-two.  I'm impressed."

"Well, we don't all walk on our heads down-under, sir, despite the rumors.
I'll talk to the kids, I know they'll be thrilled, and we can get things
moving real fast.  I'll call you soon, sir."

Bob shut off the phone with a sigh of relief, and smiled at the twins who
had been with him all the time."

"Well done, sir," Kyle smiled.  "So what do you think happens next, sir,"
Kevin asked.

"Guys, I have no idea.  When you're dealing with macho egos like Zack and
Miguel, and you throw a big helping of passion into the mix, it's anyone's
guess.  I know this after years of dealing with one of the most macho of
men, with a healthy ego and soaring passion – Randy, god love him."

"We'll keep our fingers crossed, sir.  If anyone can find a way through
this mess, you can."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 563

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