Date: Thu, 10 Feb 2022 02:03:05 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 579  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 579 by Rob Williams

Chapter 579 – "THE CAPTIVE COWBOY"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

Cowboy Charlie flaunts his spirit of adventure – and his ripped body
– to men of the tribe. They visit Uncle Mike's leather bar in the desert
where Charlie stars as shirtless relief bartender, rousing the lust of the
macho bikers. They move on to the guys' desert dungeon where Charlie stars
in the ultimate fantasy – a captive cowboy helpless in chains at the
mercy of two horny bikers.
______________________________________________________________________

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

After his week's stay with the tribe, cowboy Charlie finally had to leave
them and head out to his next rodeo appearance in Arizona.  But he didn't
go alone.

With him were three very excited boys – his own new boys Noah and Vic,
and the energetic young Eddie, whose skills as a photographer had landed
him a dream gig.  He had been hired to do a photo-shoot at the Phoenix
rodeo of hot, muscular cowboys for the proposed Cowboy Calendar, modeled
after the highly popular Fireman's Calendar.

Eddie had already taken pictures of Charlie, and the rodeo publicity guys
had been so impressed they hired Eddie to come to Phoenix to shoot other
guys for the calendar.  And Eddie thrilled Charlie's boys by asking them to
accompany him as his assistants.

A small crowd had gathered at the compound's gate to see them off.  Charlie
turned to the tribe's leaders, Bob and Randy and tilted back his cowboy hat
that he wore everywhere. "Guys, I can't thank you enough for welcoming me
into the clan, and especially for introducing me to Noah and Vic here.  I
can't wait to come back here."

Randy wrapped his big arms round him. "Take care of yourself, Charlie, and
knock `em dead in that arena.  And say hi to Mike in the desert for me.  I
love you bro."

The plan was to break the long drive to Phoenix by stopping overnight at
the Palm Springs home of Uncle Mike, an older man who was a tribe favorite
and owner a popular leather bar there. In Palm Springs they got a warm
welcome from Mike and his younger lover Larry.

When Charlie shook hands with Mike their eyes met and there was an instant
connection. "Damn, I'd have known you anywhere boy, the image of your
brother Randy – same dark gypsy looks, sexy as hell, built like a brick
shithouse just like him."

There was an unexpected distraction when Larry said that Pablo and Darius,
two of the most senior boys in the tribe, were on their way to join them.
Lovers from way back, they were both strong-willed young studs with egos
that sometimes clashed.

Mike explained to Charlie, "Pablo and Darius are fighting again – some
dispute at work.  See, they both have senior positions on the construction
site – Pablo as chief mechanic and Darius as Randy's foreman – so
they're always competitive.  Pablo prides himself on being Randy's adopted
son, `the Boss's Boy', and gets jealous if Randy gives Darius too much
attention ... blah, blah blah, something like that.  It ain't the first
time.

"It gets Randy real mad so I offered to talk to them.  I told them they
need a break from work, and invited them out here, with their boys Tyler
and Ryan, cos those kids get real upset when their men are
fighting. `Course It's all bullshit.  They're both alpha guys, flexing
their muscles to impress their boys, or Randy, or who knows what, and who
really cares.

When they arrived it was obvious their feud was far from settled.  They had
come on their motorbikes, with their boys Tyler and Ryan riding pillion
behind them, and when Mike heard they had been racing competitively,
weaving in and out of traffic on the freeway, he hit the roof.

"You mean you raced each other on the freeway in heavy traffic?  Are you
fucking insane?  With your boys sitting behind you?  No wonder they looked
scared when they walked in here.  You could have fucking killed yourselves
and them.  I suppose this race was part of your feud to see who's the
toughest and the fastest?

"OK, listen up, you two, let's get a few things straight. While you're in
my house I will not allow you to carry on your bullshit lovers' tiff.  So
here's what's gonna happen.  You ever hear the old phrase `out with anger
in with love'?  I know, it sounds new-agey and old-fashioned, but I'm an
old-fashioned kinda guy, I believe in making love not war.  So that's what
you're gonna do. I know how much you love each other and always have.  So
you're gonna end this cockamamie popularity contest for Randy's favor
... and you're gonna make love."

Pablo sneered that he was leaving with Tyler. But Mike barked, "Boy, if you
think for one goddam minute I would let you take young Tyler out of here
and risk his life on the back of a bike driven by a raging lunatic, you
really are crazy."

The older man's wisdom and air of authority could bend even the most
obstinate of men to his will.  And however fiery their anger, it could not
long stifle the lust and love the two jocks always felt for each other just
below the surface. So it wasn't much of a stretch for them to stifle their
rivalry in favor of a hot, steamy fuck.

It was a common saying that Darius's black ten-inch cock and Pablo's world
class bubble butt were a match made in heaven, and they proved that now.
When it was over they lay gazing into each other's eyes, their anger
vanquished by lust and tempered with love.

"Well done, guys," Mike said.  "It's always good to see love triumph.  Now
I think you both have something to say to your boys, so I suggest the four
of you get your asses in the pool.

Charlie grinned, "Mike, old buddy, that was a masterclass in control and
discipline."

"Ah, all in a day's work for a bar owner. When bikers in my bar get drunk
they often pick a fight, but I never let them drive away mad and drunk.
Hey, Larry, how about we take Charlie and his boys to the bar later for the
beer bust?  That'll get the customers' dicks hard – a hot hunky
real-life cowboy.

"You know, Charlie, Eddie here used to be the barback at my bar, but you've
obviously come a long way since then eh, you young rascal?.  I'm proud of
you.  Just one thing, Eddie.  I don't want you kneeling in the back room
selling blowjobs for tips, boy, like the old days."

"No need, sir.  The rodeo is paying me big bucks for this photo-shoot, me
and my faithful assistants here."

Mike smiled.  "Looks like there's plenty more action to come.  "You know
what they say, `It ain't over till the fat lady sings'.  And we ain't even
got a fat lady."

Mike roared with laughter at his own joke.

========= Chapter 579 =========

<><> THE REAL DEAL <><>

Uncle Mike was sitting in the garden with cowboy Charlie and his boys Noah
and Vic.  Mike's boy Larry was there too, and the excitable young Eddie.

"OK, guys," Mike said, "looks like I've knocked some sense into Pablo and
Darius.  Look over there.  They seem to be suitably ashamed of the danger
they put their boys in."

By the pool Pablo was in earnest conversation with his boy Tyler, and
Darius with his Thai boy Ryan.  They were apologizing for endangering the
boys by riding their bikes recklessly on the freeway, with the boys
clinging on nervously behind them. The older, wiser man Uncle Mike had
given them a brutal tongue-lashing and defused their anger at each other.

"I better call Randy," Mike said. "He was worried about his boy Pablo, `cos
he recognizes in him the same anger as gets Randy himself into trouble so
often."

"Hey, big guy," he said to Randy on the phone.  "OK, you can relax, they
patched things up.  Just needed a dose of old-fashioned discipline – you
would know all about that, eh?  I'll let them give you all the details when
they call you and Zack.  I just wanna say, if you prefer they not ride
their bikes back to L.A., we can work something out.  I can lend them one
of my trucks."

"Thanks, Mike.  If any man could tame those hotheads, that would be you.
God knows you've done it to me often enough."

"And I'll do it again, boy, so keep your nose clean. And be good to that
gorgeous lover of yours."

"Don't worry, Mike, I give him just what he wants.  As a matter of fact, I
was about to give him more of the same, as he's right here on the bed
naked."  "Then you don't want an old-timer like me butting in.  Go for it,
stud – pleasure your man."

Mike chuckled as he hung up.  "Love that man.  OK, guys, now we got all
that out of the way, let's play."

"Sir, sir," Eddie said, jumping around like he was dying to pee.  "Do you
wanna see the pictures I took of Charlie – the ones that got me this gig
in Arizona?"

"Hell yeah," Larry said.  "The guys in town were raving about them.  You
got them with you?"

"Right here," Eddie beamed, producing his flash drive. "Just you bring your
laptop out here."

Withing a few minutes Mike and Larry were sitting staring at the screen,
with Eddie giving colorful commentary.  "And after the stills, I added in
the video Ben took of Charlie actually performing at the rodeo."

Of course the pictures were a smash hit once again and Mike and Larry
looked on Charlie with renewed respect.  "Now that, dude, is star quality,"
Mike said.  "Fucking awesome.  Er, Eddie, could we see that one again with
the brown leather vest."

"Ah, everyone's favorite," Eddy grinned.  "The guys in Phoenix liked that
best, said it should be on the cover of the calendar.  Here it is."

"Damn," Mike murmured.  "Charlie, do you have the vest with you?"

`Course, I got all my gear with me."

"Dude, could you do me a favor and wear it to the beer-bust later? The
whole look – tight jeans, cowboy boots and hat, bare chest except for
the vest hanging open over it, and that old red bandana round your neck.
It'll make the customers cream their jeans, every one of them."

"Sure thing, Mike.  It's kinda what I wear most of the time anyway."

"That's what I mean, cowboy – you're the real deal."

<><> A Naked Cowboy <><>

When Pablo and Darius came back from the pool they had their arms over
their boys' shoulders.  It wasn't often these alpha senior boys apologized,
especially to their own boys, but their remorse now had somehow brought
them all closer together, and Tyler and Ryan had stars in their eyes.  Mike
gave them an avuncular smile, highly satisfied with the result of the
searing lecture he had given them.

All of the guys were wearing swim trucks, as the others had swum earlier,
all except Charlie who was still in his habitual cowboy gear, complete with
wide-brimmed cowboy hat, pushed to the back of his head.

"Hey, Charlie, ain't it about time you got comfortable like the other guys
here?  Unless you're afraid of losing your cowboy identity when you lose
the clothes."

Charlie laughed.  "Dude, being a cowboy is bred in the bone with me –
clothed or naked.  In fact some would say I'm even more of a cowboy when
performing naked, if you know what I mean."

"Why does everything always circle back to sex in the group?" Mike
chuckled.  "Hey Larry, have we got a pair of shorts for our visiting
cowboy?"

"I got just the thing," Larry said.  He ran into the house and returned
with a sexy pair of brown and white boardshorts.  Charlie stood up and
casually began taking off his clothes.  He was used to changing clothes
surrounded by a bunch of guys in the rodeo locker room, and showering naked
in the big communal showers.

Now, nine pairs of eyes were trained on the hunky cowboy as he stripped.
He unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, causing nine erections as he
stood stripped to the waist, the muscles of his bare torso gleaming in the
desert sun.

"Holy shit, boy," Mike said, "You should do that in the rodeo ring."  "He
does," Vic said.  "You saw the video Uncle Mike.  Show him sir."

Charlie was still holding his shirt, which he whirled above his head.
"Only difference is, I'm on horseback in the arena, cantering around to
acknowledge the cheers that always turn me on.  He mimicked riding by
stretching his free arm in front of him as if gripping reins, his other arm
still high in the air."

"Jeez," Larry said, "If all it takes is cheers to make a cowboy strip ...?"
He raised his voice to a shout ... "Yeah, ride 'em cowboy ..." and the
others joined in at full volume.

Charlie collapsed with laughter.  "You guys are gonna get me in trouble."
Ever the showman he unbuckled his belt, unbuttoned his jeans, pushed them
down below his balls, and his long cock swung between to his muscled
thighs.

Ever on the alert with his camera. Eddie took a shot of the half-naked
cowboy, with closeups of his cock.  "Hey, Eddie," Charlie laughed, "don't
get that one mixed up with the rodeo shots.  That one definitely ain't
calendar-ready. If the rodeo guys see that it's a career buster right
there.  Right, for my next act I need the help of my boys.  You ready,
kids?"

Charlie sat sprawled in a chair and Vic and Noah knew what they had to do
– they had done it often before.  Vic went first.  He stood in front of
Charlie, turned his back to him and pulled Charlie's right leg up between
his own legs.  Charlie pressed his free foot against Vic's ass cheek and
pushed.

Vic pulled on the boot and slowly it began to slide free.  It took a while
before the boot suddenly came free, and the pressure of Charlie's foot on
his ass sent Vic hurtling forward.  Right away Noah performed the same
operation on Charlie's left leg until that boot also jarred free and Noah
too launched forward and crashed into Vic's arms.  The boys laughed merrily
and hugged and kissed each other.

Mike grinned at Charlie.  "Dude, seeing the joy on those kid's faces makes
it all worthwhile, don't it?"

"Sure does," Charlie smiled, gazing at his boys.  "I'm gonna miss that
while I'm away."

Noah and Vic ran to him and tugged his jeans off over his feet.  Charlie
stood up and Eddie took another picture as Larry laughed, "Something
ultra-sexy about a muscle-hunk cowboy stark naked and still wearing his
hat."

Charlie grinned, "I always forget I'm wearing it.  A wonder I don't wear it
to bed."  He took the hat off and threw it like a frisbee to his boys.
Then he pulled on the board shorts that clung to his slim waist, his butt
and thighs.  "OK, kids, let's hit the pool."  "Right," said Larry, "I need
two volunteers to help me get lunch ready."

Tyler and Ryan raised their hands, Pablo and Darius nodded their approval,
and the boys scampered after Larry into the house.  Mike said, "They are
such great kids, you guys.  I call them the shy one and the Thai one.

"Tyler ain't that shy anymore, Mike, he's come out of his shell.  You know
he's co-house-manager with his buddy Finn at the compound.  As an
ex-street-hustler Finn has a forceful personality but Tyler don't let him
trample over him.  I've heard them disputing something about the compound
and Tyler usually comes out on top.  He's real smart."

Darius said, "But Mike, we both wanna apologize to you for our stupid
behavior when we first got here.  It was a dumb argument about work –
you know us, we both got major egos – a bit like our men Zack and Randy.
They've had their fights, god knows, but the difference is they never let
it spill over and put their boys in danger.  And we did – a cardinal sin
in Randy's eyes."

"I apologize too, sir," said Pablo.  "I guess you know that's not easy for
me.  As the Boss's Boy I always think I'm above all that.  You should know
that we both called our men and we got a drubbing from them as you can
imagine, for putting our boys at risk.  Randy has forbidden us to ride our
bikes home.  He said you would lend us a truck to load our bikes and drive
our kids home.  Thank you for that, sir."

"Thanks for the apology, guys.  I think we all learned something in this
little episode, especially that there can be something empowering in saying
sorry to our boys.  I should know, I've done that for Larry many times when
I've fucked up.  And judging by the sparkle in your kids' eyes, they're as
much in love with you as ever – maybe even more so."

And so that ugly little episode was relegated to the water-under-the-bridge
file and the group settled in to enjoy their stay in the desert with their
wise and generous host Uncle Mike.

<><> THE GUEST BARTENDER <><>

After a long, leisurely lunch, proudly served by Ryan and Tyler under
Larry's supervision, talk turned to their visit to Mike and Larry's leather
bar.  It had already been decided what Charlie would wear, and Pablo and
Darius would naturally wear their biker gear.

Pablo had arrived shirtless in black leather chaps over tight jeans,
showing off the bulge in front, and the perfect round globes of his
stunning butt behind, straining at the tight denim.  Darius was a sexy
black stud in black leather pants and a leather vest hanging loosely over
his muscled chest and six-pack-solid abs.  His huge ten-inch cock was
clearly outlined under the black leather, stretching halfway down his
pants.

Eddie opted for jeans and a denim vest, a look that had always turned bar
customers on when he had worked there as the barback.  The difference now
was that his body was more ripped than it was back then, the result of
strict workouts with his trainer, his tough Marine Hassan.

As for the other four boys, they conferred together and decided on simple
jeans and T-shirts. They would leave the flashy sexy stuff to the men.

Larry left the house in mid-afternoon to open up the bar and get ready to
tend bar for the beer-bust crowd.  Later, Mike and the other guys followed
– Mike and Eddie in one truck, Charlie and his boys in another, and
Pablo, Darius and their boys in a truck they had borrowed from Mike, the
one they would eventually drive back to L.A.

Larry was behind the bar, shirtless and sexy under the bright red lights.
He had already spread the word that Eddie would be dropping in, and most of
the customers, long time patrons of the bar, remembered the ever-popular
barback kid who used to run around picking up empty bottles and Later gave
expert blowjobs in the back room.

"But guys," Larry warned, "blowjobs-for-bucks are a thing of the past for
young Eddie.  He's not only the boy of a hunky Marine captain, he's now an
expert cameraman working on a big action movie.  And he's stopping off here
on his way to do a photo-shoot at the Phoenix rodeo."

Then Larry dropped his big news.  Eddie would be accompanied by one of the
rodeo cowboys – the star of the show actually.  "But," he added, "the
only downer is that the cowboy don't have sex with guys.  But he's real
friendly and very easy on the eyes, so you can dream, and drool and jerk
off all you want."

Larry grinned, "But wait, there's more ...  You recall my two buddies, the
hot Mestizo mechanic and the muscular black construction worker who've been
here before?  They're coming too."

"And don't forget the old-timer," the voice boomed from the door.  Mike and
Eddie came in and were greeted rowdily by the biker crowd.  They mobbed
Eddie, who basked in all the attention.

"Eddie," one of them said," Larry said you're off-limits these days, no
more blowjobs.  Can that be true?  Your blowjobs were legendary – not
even one for old time's sake?"  "`Fraid not dude.  Unless you wanna tangle
with my man, a big tough Marine, name of Hassan, who don't like me sucking
dicks for tips. Tell you the truth, his own ginormous cock is a mouthful
and leaves my jaw aching every time he comes home from the base.  Ah, here
come Pablo and Darius.  You guys know them."

Looking impressive under the lights in their leather pants and chaps, the
two studs were greeted as old friends and proudly introduced their
boys. Tyler and Ryan could have been overwhelmed by the boisterous crowd,
except for their men's arms over their shoulders.  So the boys relaxed and
bathed in the reflected admiration of their men.

Soon all eyes turned to the door as Charlie came in with Vic and Noah, who
blinked after the bright sunlight outside.  A hush fell over the crowd as
they stared at the handsome, rugged cowboy in jeans, a brown leather vest,
red bandana round his neck, his cowboy hat tilted to the back of his head.

Mike stepped forward.  "Gentlemen, allow me to present our new buddy
Charlie.  And he's the real deal, unlike some of the stand-and-model
leather/Levi guys I could mention.  Like Eddie, he's on his way to the
rodeo in Arizona."

"Howdy y'all," Charlie said in his sexy Texan drawl, his chiseled features
lit by a gleaming smile.  He stretched his arms over the shoulders of Vic
and Noah on either side of him.  And these here are my boys ... this is
Vic, and on the other side, Noah.  How y'all doin'?"

The customers held back in awe at first, but seeing that Charlie was so
open and friendly they were soon crowding round him.  Mike rescued him and
pushed his way toward the bar, opening a path for Charlie and the boys.

There was a crowd pressed against the bar and Larry was working flat out,
but he turned his attention to the newcomers and served their drinks.  Mike
said, "What's up, Larry, why you working alone here?  Where's Jim?"

"He's gonna be late, car trouble, he says. I was waiting for you to get
here to help me out."

"Sure, kid. I was planning to hang out with the guys and take care of the
boys, but sure I can ..."

"Hey, y'all short a barkeep, dudes?" Charlie asked.  "Can I help?  Damn,
I've tended bar many times in my life when work was scarce.  Sometimes even
still do it after the rodeo, for fun.  I've worked more bars than I can
count, and some of those Texas joints can get pretty rowdy."

"No, dude," Larry said, "You're our guest here, you don't have to sing for
your supper."

"I'd enjoy it.  Be a chance for me to get to know the guys here without
getting mobbed, with a bar between us.  As long as you'll take good care of
my boys, Mike."

Mike nodded and Larry explained to Charlie, "It's pretty simple, as it's a
beer-bust.  We got beer on draft, just have to refill the glasses, three
bucks a pop."

"And I can handle mixed-drinks orders," said Larry.

"Hell, I've served plenty of liquor in my time," Charlie grinned.  "Those
Texans can be damn hard drinkers.  Come on dude, give me a try.  You can
always fire my ass if I don't work out."

Mike chuckled.  "Hell, why not?  It'd sure be great for business."

"And that's the name of the game eh, pardner?"

Mike turned and called out to the crowd, "Hey guys, looks like we got
ourselves a guest bartender – a real-life cowboy moonlighting as a
barkeep.  Order up, guys."

Charlie bent down and passed under the bar-flap, holding onto his hat, and
straightened up behind the bar.  "OK y'all he grinned, what'll it be?"

"You!" several guys shouted and Charlie laughed.  "Sorry guys, I'm not on
the menu today.  But I'm happy to serve y'all.  So step right up."

<><> Every Red-blooded Man's Wet Dream <><>

Charlie was having a blast.  He was a self-confessed show-off and basked in
the cheers of an audience – hence his showy, shirtless victory lap
cantering round the rodeo ring, whirling his shirt in the air.

Behind Mike's bar he had a smaller audience but no less enthusiastic.  They
crowded round, jostling for position to buy a drink from the cowboy, even
sexier under the bright red lights, working next to the equally shirtless
Larry.  He was still in full cowboy gear – jeans, boots, bandana and
hat, the solid pecs of his bare chest visible under the open brown leather
vest.

He had a quick Texas wit and parried the requests and suggestions he got
from the leather crowd, which included their sexual fantasies.  They left
him large tips that at first he tried to decline until Larry murmured,
"Take `em dude.  Gives them pleasure to tip such a hot barman."

"OK, I'll save them up and give them to my boys."  He kept glancing over to
his boys making sure they were being well-cared for by Mike standing next
to them, surrounded by a knot of guys.  Vic glanced back and gave Charlie a
quick thumbs up.

In fact, the crowd was pumping the boys for information about their man.
Slightly nervous at first, they quickly warmed to the friendly crowd and
had fun being the center of attention.

"Is it true you're the cowboy's boys?  What's that like?"

Vic said, "Yes it's true, sir, and it's real exciting.  He's a wonderful
guy and he loves us."

"Yeah, but they're saying he don't have sex with guys. Does he with you?"

Noah fielded that one.  "Well, sir, we're really into each other but, as
you can see, he loves showing off that gorgeous body and he lets us watch
and jerk off."

"Damn that must be hot," said one of the toughest-looking bikers with a
beard and hairy chest and smoking a cigar.  "Know what I'd like to do with
a guy like that?  Take him to a dungeon, strip off his shirt and chain him
to a wall.  Then watch him struggle to get free, that muscular body
writhing, gorgeous face thrashing from side to side, begging for mercy.
Damn, I almost cream my pants just talking about it.  What a fucking
fantasy. You ever done anything like that?"

"Not yet, sir," Noah said glancing up at Mike who winked at him with a
knowing look.

They batted away more questions from the group pressed round them until one
of the guys asked, "Dude, tell us what it's like sharing a bed with that
guy."

Mike flashed the boys a warning look and Vic said smoothly, "Sir, I'm sorry
but we've always been taught not to blab about what goes on in the bedroom.
It's private – just between Charlie and his boys – that's us."

Mike gave Vic a secret thumbs up and after that the questions tapered
off. The guys were all assertive leathermen and bikers, but they respected
a guy's limits and the crowd shifted to the bar to get close to the cowboy.
Mike said, "Well done, kids, you handled that beautifully."


Eddie had been circulating in the bar, greeting old friends and helping out
by picking up empties as he had done in his earlier barback days.  He had
ended up with Mike and the boys, and now grinned roguishly.  "That guy
talking about a dungeon and chains.  That ain't just a fantasy.  Matter of
fact, my man Hassan has just such a place way out in the desert here.  I
got the key."

Mike said, "Cool it, Eddie.  That was the customer's fantasy and I doubt
Charlie would share it."  Vic grinned at Noah, both knowing better than
anyone Charlie's sense of adventure.

Not far away, Darius and Pablo had attracted their own cluster of admirers
in awe of the iconic, muscular leathermen, who laughed off their wildly
raunchy suggestions even as they held their excited boys close.

Behind the bar Charlie had taken off his vest, and his muscles rippled as
he worked energetically, turning, reaching and stretching behind the bar,
stripped to the waist, jeans clinging tight, body gleaming with a sheen of
sweat under the hot lights.

One of the bikers said to his buddy, "Damn, what a fantasy – every
red-blooded man's wet dream.  If you can't cum looking at that, you ain't
got a pulse."

The energy level in the bar pumped higher, not the least in the guest
bartender who was having a blast, hearing all the compliments and fantasies
weaved by the crowd of oversexed bikers.  He frequently threw a glance in
the direction of his boys, making sure they were having fun, and hoping
they could hear some of the compliments, knowing that, after all the wild
suggestions, at the end of the day it was Vic and Noah who'd be sharing his
bed.

Despite the frenetic pace of work Charlie was tireless, feeling the same
kind of exhilaration as he did in the rodeo arena.  But eventually the
relief bartender Jim arrived at last with profuse apologies to Larry for
being so late when the bar was so busy.

"No sweat, Jim.  One of my buddies stepped in as a temporary replacement.
Meet Charlie."  After a bone-crushing handshake Jim stood back and gaped.
"Damn, Charlie, you're fucking gorgeous.  You're a tough act to follow,
dude."

But Jim was popular with the crowd and he and Charlie worked together for a
while until Mike gave Larry the high sign and Larry said.  "OK Jim. Think
you ca handle it solo from now on?  The crowd will be thinning out soon.

"No problem, dude," Jim grinned.  "Make up for me getting here so late.  Go
enjoy yourself with your buddies, and this sexy cowboy here."

After another macho handshake Charlie emerged from the behind the bar and
joined his boys and Mike.  Vic and Noah gazed at him adoringly after
watching his star turn behind the bar and hearing all the rave comments
from the bikers.  The group hung around for a while until Uncle Mike said,
"Well guys, you know the old saying – `quit while you're ahead'.  You
ready to mosey?"

With handshakes all the way to the door, they left the bar and gathered out
in the parking lot.

<><> SPINNING FANTASIES <><>

Charlie said, "Guys, I gotta thank y'all for that.  I ain't had as much fun
in a long time.  It's got me all pumped up.  I ain't ready yet to veg out.
Any other hot spots around here we can hit?"

Eddie, typically, was the first to speak.  "I can think of one, dude.  You
didn't hear in there what one of the guys said – that tough-looking
heavyset biker with a beard and hairy chest chomping on a cigar.  He was
spilling his fantasies about you, Charlie – picturing stuff he would do
with a stud like that."

"Eddie," Mike cautioned.  "That guys always been a fantasy king.  I don't
think Charlie wants to hear that."

"Now you've really got me interested, Mike," Charlie laughed.  "OK Eddie,
spill."

That was always a dangerous thing to say to the garrulous Eddie.  His eyes
now opened wide, and he spilled.  "Well, sir, he said he wanted to take a
guy like you to a dungeon, strip off your shirt and chain you to a wall.
He'd jerk off watching you struggle to get free, your muscular body
writhing, face thrashing from side to side, begging for mercy'.  He said it
was such a hot fantasy that just talking about it almost made him cream his
pants."

"See, Charlie," Mike said.  "Nothing but the ravings of an oversexed
leatherman.  He'd probably get a bunch of his buddy together and they'd
have a group jack-off watching the hot cowboy in chains.  So that ain't
gonna happen."

"Even though," Eddie said, "we got just the place only a few miles from
here – Hassan's desert dungeon."

"So let me get this straight," Charlie grinned.  "We got a dungeon, we got
a hot cowboy, and best of all we got an audience.  Sounds like the start of
an action movie.  I always wanted to be in one of those, like your pal
Grady.  Mike, could we at least go and check out this desert dungeon.  You
say it's not far?"  Charlie faked a tortured face. "Please, sir, have mercy
on me."

Mike laughed, "Well, you already got the dialogue down.  What do you think,
Larry? Take a case of beer out there and hang out?"

"Duh, you know what I think, sir, and I'm sure the other guys agree.  We
also already got the bad guy leather-hunks, Pablo and Darius – straight
out of Central Casting.  So let's hit it, guys.  Agreed?"

The vote was unanimous and they climbed into the three trucks.  Mike and
Larry led the way, followed by Darius, Pablo and their boys, and bringing
up the rear, Charlie and Eddie with Vic and Noah.  The excitement was
running high and Charlie pumped Eddie for information.

"So Eddie, you seem to know just about everything there is to know about
the tribe, right?"

"I should, sir. Me and Darius are kind of the tribe's historians – he
writes it all down and I provide the pictures.  Darius has got chapters and
chapters of material and he says one day he's gonna put it all together,
clean it up, edit it and publish it, online or in a book, or both.  Guys
would jerk off over it just like they're gonna jack off over your pictures
in the calendar – photos courtesy of yours truly," Eddie grinned smugly.

"The reason I ask, Eddie, is I'm curious about this dungeon way out here in
the empty desert, the middle of nowhere."

"Ah well you're asking the right guy, dude, `cos the place belongs to my
man Hassan, the Arab soldier.  It all started with Mark.  Years before he
became a cop he was a corporal in the US Army in one of those Arab wars in
the Mid-East.  He was captured and brutally interrogated by the enemy –
Hassan – hanging in chains in a desert cell. [Chapter 91] But in the end
it was like that, er, Swedish Syndrome?"

"You mean Stockholm Syndrome where captor and captive fall in love."

"That's the one, sir, and that's just what happened with these two gorgeous
men – a blond American and a swarthy Arab.  Long story short, Mark got
free and turned the tables on Hassan – chained him up and escaped.  Fast
forward several years, the war's over and Hassan enrolls in the US Marine
Corps.

"But he can't get Mark out of his mind and when he's posted out here he
buys this little old house in the desert – used to be a ranger station
– and turns the basement into a replica of the desert cell where he
tortured Mark – chains, whips, the whole nine yards.  See he wants to
make amends to Mark, so he lures him out here, where Mark finds the hunky
Arab soldier chained to the wall, at the mercy of his former captive –
just like the fantasy of that biker in the bar who wants to do exactly that
to a cowboy.

"Dude, you would not believe.  I have been out here and watched those two
go at it.  Talk about a masturbatory image – I shot load after load.
And it's not just Hassan and Mark.  Most of the men of the tribe have used
the house at one time or another to play out their S&M bondage fantasies,
usually with a bunch of guys watching.  Somehow an audience always makes it
hotter, don't you think, Charlie?"

"Tell me about it, kiddo.  You know how the cheers of the rodeo crowd turn
me on.  Sometimes I fantasize about some of them secretly jerking off
watching me.  That's the ultimate compliment."

"Just like us boys do watching the video Ben took of you at the rodeo.  And
the great thing about these sessions out here is that no-one gets hurt –
unless he wants to – and some do.  But Randy is very strict about that.
It's his iron-hard rule.  No man or boy in the tribe is ever forced to do
something sexual he don't want to.  And out here Mike enforces that rule."

Charlie looked at his boys in the rear-view mirror.  "That's worth
remembering, kids.  No matter what happens, nobody's getting hurt.  So just
sit back and enjoy."

Eddie pointed out the window.  "See that little building way out there in
the dunes?  That's the place that makes all our fantasies come true,
cowboy.  We're here.

<><> THE DESERT DUNGEON <><>

They bumped along the sandy track to where the other two trucks were
already parked.  As they walked toward the door with faded peeling paint
Charlie chuckled, "Huh, don't exactly look ready for primetime to me,
dude."

"Wait till you get inside, sir," Eddie grinned. They went into the gloomy
house through to the back patio where the others were sitting under a faded
awning breaking open the case of beer Larry had brought.  The new arrivals
sat in rickety old chairs and Charlie said, "So Eddie's been filling me in
on how and why Hassan bought this old place.  It's real remote."

"Yes sir," Larry said, "but it still has electricity, water, main drains.
The rangers installed all that years ago and Mike and me make sure the
utilities are paid up.  And I make regular visits."

"To make sure it's still standing?" Charlie grinned.

"Pretty much," Larry laughed.  "And, of course, to check out the basement.
Sometimes I sit down there all on my own and jack off remembering all the
hot scenes I've watched play out."

"It's a whole `nother world down there," Mike said, "with strong
vibrations.  Could be anywhere – the Arabian desert, anywhere – and
that's the point.  It can be anywhere you want, you can be anything you
want.  Hey, Larry, why don't you take our cowboy down there and show him?
Seeing's believing after all."

Charlie got up and bent down to kiss his boys.  "You OK, kids?  Remember
what I told you."

"Thank you sir, we're just fine," Noah said.  "You gonna give us another
show?"

"I'll do my best, guys ... just for you."

Charlie followed Larry into the house and through the low door to the
basement stairs.  They were dark and narrow, and even when Larry pushed
open the door at the bottom there was only a glimmer of light.  Until Larry
touched the dimmer switch and slowly turned up the lights that lit the
center of the room."

"Jesus, I see what ya'll mean," Charlie said.  "Hassan really did recreate
his old desert dungeon where Mark's wartime interrogation started all
this."

The room and ceiling were black but there were full-length wall mirrors
that gave an eerie sense of infinity.  Like Mike said, it was nowhere –
or anywhere you wanted it to be.

Reflected in the mirrors were chains hanging down from a ceiling beam in
the middle of the room, lit from above by spotlights.  There were chains on
the walls too, and littering the floor a collection of ropes, whips, and
other equipment whose use Charlie could only guess at.  In one corner was a
pile of old clothes that had probably been ripped off past captives.

"It's kinda like a stage or a movie set," he said.  "Perfect place for a
show.  And Mike's right, you can feel the ghosts of past players.  Damn,
this is a sexy setup."  Larry watched as Charlie walked around checking out
his reflections in the angled mirrors, and picking up some of the gear from
the floor."

He turned and smiled at Larry.  "Such a fucking turn on, Larry.  I love it.
You know, the rodeo is really elaborate theater, and so is this place.
Just needs the right cast."  He went to the center of the room and looked
up at the chains that had leather restraints attached to the end.  He
reached up and slid his hands through the restraints, his arms stretched up
in a V.

He grinned, "What d'ya think, Larry."

"Awesome, sir.  Real hot.  You're already a rodeo star, and you sure were
the star in the bar today.  So this is perfect – if you're up for
starring in another show, that is."

Charlie flashed a wicked smile.  "I think y'all know the answer to that
one, Larry.  Let's do it, buddy."

<><> THE CAPTIVE COWBOY <><>

The men and boys were still on the patio sipping beer in eager
anticipation.  Eddie was too wound-up to sit still and paced around,
checking his trusty camera that he had brought with him as always.

Mike smiled and gave a friendly caution.  "One for the private archives I
hope Eddy?"

Trust me, sir.  I've got tons of footage of stuff that'll never see the
light of day outside the tribe – like all the scenes I shot of Grady.
All safely locked away in what I call my Triple-X vault."

"Good to hear it, kiddo.  Keep it that way."

A few minutes later Larry reappeared with a lustful smile and, Mike
noticed, a bulge in his jeans.  "Where's Charlie?" Mike asked.

"In the basement, sir, waiting for his audience."

"That would be us," Darius grinned, getting to his feet.  "Let's go, guys."

Mike said quietly to Vic and Noah, "Stick close to me kids.  I know Charlie
don't wanna upset you in any way so I can always interrupt.  Everyone
listens to me."

"Thank you sir," Vic said, and Noah added, "Charlie wants us to have a good
time."

They all clambered down the stairs, with Eddie in the lead, and crowded
into the darkened room.  If there was anything Larry had learned from
working behind a bar, it was the importance of lighting, and he stationed
himself at the dimmer switch.  When he slowly turned up the central
spotlights there was a collective gasp.

Charlie was in unbelted jeans hugging his tight waist, cowboy boots, and
his old red bandana hanging loosely round his neck. He wore an old
sleeveless gray T-shirt that Larry had dug out of the pile on the floor,
frayed and filthy, previously worn by former prisoners of the dungeon.

And now the cowboy was the captive.  His muscular arms were stretched up in
a V, wrists bound by leather restraints attached to chains hanging from the
beam above.  His legs also were stretched wide, with ropes round the ankles
of the boots, and stretching to hooks in the floor. His head hung down, as
if waiting for his interrogation to begin.

"What a showman," Larry whispered.  "He sure knows how to flaunt it – no
wonder he's a hit at the rodeo.  Not a limp dick in the place – except
his own maybe."

"We'll soon take care of that." Pablo grinned.

They all sat on benches against the wall in the shadows, with Vic and Noah
pressed close to Mike on either side.  All except Eddie.  For him this was
a major photo-op and he circled the room surreptitiously, mostly in the
shadows, getting the best angles and lighting.

Darius said to Pablo, "OK, buddy, our turn now.  We're on."

Charlie was not the only one who knew how to put on a show.  The two
leathermen had flaunted their bodies often with leather-masters Zack and
Miguel, and knew exactly how hot they looked.  They stood up now and
emerged slowly from the shadows, both shirtless.  Black muscle-stud Darius
wore black leather pants and boots.  The chiseled Mestizo Pablo had on
leather chaps over tight jeans.

As they walked to the center of the room Darius picked up a whip from the
floor, pushed the end of the handle under cowboy's sagging chin and raised
his face.  Their eyes met and Pablo sneered, "You are one hot son of a
bitch, cowboy.  It's gonna be a pleasure for us to work on that ripped
fucking body."

"Go to hell," Charlie growled and Pablo slapped him across the face.
"Dude, you're our prisoner, helpless in chains, so you better watch that
mouth or ... Darius, show the cowboy how rough we can get."

Darius gripped the neck of the thin T-shirt and ripped it down, the shreds
hanging loose from his shoulders, exposing his bare chest.  Darius raised
his arm and brought the whip down across his chest that flexed hard to
withstand the blow.  His head jerked back and he howled in pain, though it
was an exaggerated, almost theatrical response to what seemed like a light
blow."

"You OK kids?" Mike whispered to Charlie's boys and Noah grinned.  "Sir, we
know our Charlie and we know when he's really hurting.  This ain't one of
those times – plus we know you wouldn't let that happen."

Pablo picked up another whip, a cat o' nine tails that, used lightly, can
cause marks on flesh but no real damage.  He went behind the captive cowboy
and ripped down the back of the torn shirt that fell in shreds round his
waist.  Pablo whipped the bare, muscular back while Darius lashed his
chest.

The pain from the double flogging excited Charlie who was now really into
the scene.  He was no stranger to pain, and the kind he endured at the
rodeo turned him on too, made his muscles flex and stimulated his
performance.  Now his muscular body writhed in seeming agony, his head
thrashed from side to side and his screams echoed round the room.

The men stopped, stood back and the onlookers gazed at the homoerotic sight
of the rugged cowboy hanging helpless in chains, bare chested, torn shirt
hanging ragged round his waist, his stretched body striped with marks of
the lash.  But he stared defiantly at his captors.  "You'll never break me
like that, assholes.  I've suffered worse punishment in the arena."

Darius grinned maliciously.  "Oh yeah?  Well we got other weapons that'll
make you beg.  But we gotta prime you."  He came close and groped Charlie's
crotch, then said to Pablo, "Hey, buddy, this stud must have the only limp
dick in the room. Let's take a look see."

Darius ripped open the prisoner's pants and pulled them down below his ass
and balls.  His long, soft dick flopped out and swung between his spread
legs with the shirt fragments hanging from his waist.  "Damn, you're
right," Pablo said.  "So it's true, he don't get turned on by guys.  Still,
we can soon take care of that.  You boy," he shouted to Eddie.  "Get your
ass over here."

Eddie was only too willing to be part of the action.  He glanced over to
Vic who knew his cue as Eddie's trained assistant.  He came forward, took
the camera from Eddie and raised it to his eye while Eddie turned his
attention to the main event.

"Take a look at this dude."  Pablo slapped Charlie's cock. Think you can do
something about that?"

"Duh," Eddie grinned.  "Thirty seconds tops."

He dropped to his knees, licked the cowboy's cock and sucked it in.  "Aaah"
Charlie groaned as he felt the hot mouth close round his dick and work it's
magic.  The straight cowboy struggled and tugged helplessly against his
chains.  "No," he moaned in humiliation, "I don't do that."

In under thirty seconds Eddie pulled back and grinned, "You do now,
cowboy," staring at the fully erect rod.  He stood up and took the camera
back from Vic who returned to his seat.

Darius smiled.  "Hmm, maybe the stud don't get off on guys, but he sure
likes getting his dick sucked.  Pity I can't use the ultimate weapon."  He
unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his monster ten-inch black cock,
hard as steel. "Now this thing can break any man and make him beg for
mercy.  But I make it a rule never to use this on a straight guy's ass.
The guy would pass out."

Charlie stared at the black stud defiantly.  "Try me."

The room fell silent and Darius frowned, "What d'you say?"

"You think I'm scared of taking that hunk of beef up my ass.  Cowboys are a
tough breed – even helpless in chains. I said, try me asshole."

<><> THE BREAKING POINT <><>

Darius faltered, then stroked the massive shaft.  "You ... you sure about
this?"

"Serious as a heart attack, man."

"Damn," Larry whispered, "this is taking a show to a whole `nother level.
It's starting to get real." He fished under the bench and pulled out a tube
of lube that he tossed to Darius.  Mike looked at Noah and Vic.  "You OK
with this boys?"

"If Charlie is, so are we," Vic said, with the same defiant look as his
man's.  He takes risks all the time, but he don't do anything he knows he
can't.  Anyway, sir, this wouldn't be the first time.  His brother Randy
fucked him in the gym ... `course Randy fucks everyone.  Says it's the
price of admission to the tribe."


Mike relaxed a bit, though still kept a keen eye on the developing action.
Darius was lubing his cock with both fists round it, showing Charlie just
how big it was, offering him a chance to change his mind.  But Charlie
remained defiant, so Darius went behind him, where his jeans were still
pulled down below his ass.

Darius stroked the hard round globes and slapped them.  "Sure is a
beautiful ass, dude.  I kinda hate to rip it open.  But you asked for it,
cowboy."  With his lover Pablo, Darius's dick could be a pile-driver, and
if he wanted to punish a guy it could become a lethal weapon.  But he also
knew it's strength and could be gentle – at least, as gentle as ten
thick black inches can be.  He knew what was at stake here.

So he grabbed Charlie's hips, pressed the head of his shaft between the
cheeks and eased his cock in – slowly.  The spectators held their breath
as they watched the rod slide in, inch by inch by inch.

Charlie too watched in the mirror, turned on by the incredible sight as he
felt the cock fill his ass.  There were moments he flinched, and Darius
paused, but mostly the feeling was ... was euphoria.  He recalled the high
he felt getting butt-fucked by Randy.  This was different from his brother,
but the sensations that flared though his body were just as exhilarating,
as the monster cock pushed against his prostate and his own cock responded
by stiffening even more.

At last he felt Darius's wiry pubes press against his ass cheeks and
realized he had taken the whole length deep in his ass.

Darius was a powerful young stud – tough dominant, and a commanding
presence barking orders as foreman on a construction site.  But he could be
sensitive too and knew when enough was enough.  He cast a questioning
glance over at Mike who nodded silently.

He was inventive too, and now said, "Now your cowboy ass is impaled on my
cock, stud, but I'll have mercy on you.  If feeling my rod in your ass can
make you shoot your load, straight guy that you are, I'll go easy on you.
You got anyone could help you bust a load?  Be hot to see your boys working
hard to free their man from his chains."

Mike smiled – good for Darius.  He said quietly to Vic and Noah.  "Hear
that, guys?  You think you can make your cowboy cum, save him from that
monster cock up his ass?"

The boys' eyes gleamed.  They were thrilled to be given the job of helping
to free Charlie.  They went quickly to the middle of the room and knelt
side by side, their faces level with Charlie's still-hard cock.

As Darius pulled all the way back, Charlie groaned and tensed, waiting for
the huge rod to drive back in.  But instead he felt a mouth on his cock and
he looked down at the eager eyes of Noah, mouth and eyes open wide as he
used all his Eddie-trained skills to pleasure his man.

At the same time he felt the long thick cock sliding into his ass again,
with sharper pain this time.  Noah worked hard, then handed off to Vic, who
sucked energetically.  All Charlie's senses were more alive than ever, as
he felt Darius inside his ass and his two boys taking turns to work
feverishly on his cock.

The harder they worked the faster Darius fucked and Charlie pulled
desperately at his restraints, his superb near-naked body writhing as if
stretched on a rack.  His muscles stretched, his head thrashed and he
howled, "No, I can't take any more ... you win, you've beaten me ... aaagh
... no, please, I beg you ... I give up ... I submit, sir ... aaagh ..."

He felt the monster cock swell in his ass and fill it with hot semen, while
his own cock blasted cum in first one young mouth, then the other.  It was
an orgasm like no other as his body shook and he continued to pump jizz.

Darius quickly eased out and he and Pablo helped the boys to their feet.
"Great job, kids," Darius said quietly as they guided the boys back to sit
with the others.

All eyes focused on Charlie, left alone under the spotlights.  And that was
exactly the pornographic fantasy the big burly guy in the bar had longed to
see.  As the broken cowboy hung limp in chains, body heaving, pouring with
sweat, Larry gave voice to the fantasy as the spectators pounded their
cocks.

"Damn, look at that.  The hot, handsome cowboy's been captured by two
brutal leathermen, dragged to a dungeon, his body stretched and tortured.
His shirt's been ripped off, hanging round his waist, his bare muscled
chest and back flogged.  Hanging in chains, his cock's been sucked until it
got rock hard.  The black leatherman drove his monster cock deep in the
helpless ass of the macho, straight cowboy.

"It took his own boys to rescue him by sucking his cock until the rugged
cowboy finally gave in and begged for mercy, surrendering to the leather
guys, beaten and broken.  All the guys watching his humiliation pound their
own cocks and ... and ... aaagh! ..."

As they all shot massive loads, their shouts echoed round the grim room,
adding to past vibrations of the ghosts that Mike had said inhabited the
dark desert dungeon.

<><> RESTLESS GHOSTS <><>

A while later the men were gathered again on the old patio in the setting
sun.  Charlie was none the worse for wear, basking in the praise and
admiration as Mike said, "Fucking awesome, cowboy.  Let's hear it for the
star of the show, guys."  Wild cheers carried out over the empty expanse of
sand as Charlie stood, raised his cowboy hat and swept it down in a low
bow, like a major star ... which of course he was.

"And my co-stars ..."  He held out his hand to Darius and Pablo who stood
and took their bow.  Then he pulled the elated Vic and Noah up with him and
they bowed together.  They all turned to Eddie and applauded.

Eddie could not control his excitement.  "I got it all on video, guys, one
for the ages.  Man, wait till the other guys see this, it's gonna be played
over and over again, with all the slo-mo and freeze-frames for multiple
jack offs."

"Thank you all, guys," Mike said.  "After all that I, for one, need to
return to the real world and its creature comforts.  We'll order dinner in,
and tomorrow we'll relax and enjoy our last day together.

"The next day Charlie, Eddie and Vic and Noah will be off to the Phoenix
rodeo, and Pablo and Darius will drive their boys back to L.A., where
they'll answer to their men for their wild bike-ride out here.  But you
guys are tough, judging by what we just saw, you'll weather the storm."

They piled into their trucks and drove away, leaving behind them the
lonely, faded house with only the desert breeze for company ... plus, of
course, all the restless ghosts rattling their chains in the basement.

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TO BE CONTINUED IN "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 580


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