Date: Fri, 1 Jul 2022 06:11:39 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 599  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 599 by Rob Williams

CHAPTER 599 – "FELIPE FACES HIS FEARS"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Felipe, the young immigrant, new to the tribe, is safe at last. But he's
still haunted by the fears of his nightmarish escape from his country and
the cops who had abused him. Ironically, his new friend Mark, himself a
cop, helps him face his fears by revisiting them. As Felipe lies helpless,
at the mercy of the shirtless, chiseled cop, his fear dissolves, replaced
by sexual desire.
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<><> IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER <><>

Two pairs of lovers had encountered problems in their relationships –
and conquered them through the depth and power of their love.

The tribe's leaders, the gypsy Randy and square-jawed Bob, had confronted
yet another of boss Randy's outbursts of rage. Randy was desperate to make
amends, but his time they did not resort to the revenge of brutal
punishment.  They made passionate love instead, which brought peace and
harmony – for now anyway.

Meanwhile, the young black construction boss Darius had conflicts working
with his beautiful Thai boy Ryan.  The normally shy Ryan, a computer
expert, became more authoritative when he tried to teach Darius how to
complete computerized work reports, and Darius resented Ryan's commanding
tone.  But again, their love triumphed, and Darius learned the subtleties
of their master-boy relationship.

So peace reigned, when another long-simmering source of tension flared up
again, this time concerning the tribe's new junior chef Felipe.  He was a
recent immigrant from Honduras, but had crossed into the US illegally and
had been hiding and living rough at the beach when discovered by the
tribe's sexy blond surfer Jamie.

They had quickly become firm friends, and the kitchen staff – Bob's
twins Kyle and Kevin, and young redhead Will – had enthusiastically
welcomed Felipe as their new assistant chef.  Bob had an older friend,
Alistair, a high-powered immigration attorney, who offered to help Felipe.

Bob, having solved his own problems with Randy, was having a celebratory
lunch with Randy, the twins and Will, and brought the subject up. "I don't
wanna jump the gun or anything, but I had a call from my immigration guy
Alistair who said he had fast-tracked Felipe's work-permit application and
wants a meeting with me.  But don't mention anything to Felipe `cos I'd
hate to get his hopes up and then some glitch happens."

"He'll be thrilled if it happens," Kevin said.  "He's really become a solid
member of the kitchen team and he loves the job, but we can tell there's
always that nagging feeling it might all come to a grinding halt."

"The kid's great, the kid stays," Randy grunted, with his mouth full.  He
stabbed the air with his fork.  "Anyone tries to take him away, they have
to come through me."

Bob chuckled.  "Randy, you can't wrestle the Immigration Department into
submission.  They might get a wrong impression of Felipe's sponsor.
Thankfully, Alistair is more subtle."

It turned out that Alistair was not only more subtle. He also moved faster
than anyone expected.

=========  CHAPTER 599  =========

<><>  FELIPE GETS THE NEWS  <><>

It was noon on Friday when the phone rang in the kitchen, where all four
chefs were busy preparing box lunches for the construction crews, and lunch
for the office and household staff.

One of the young twin head chefs, Kyle, answered.  "Of course, sir.  Right
away."  He turned to their new assistant chef Felipe, a recent undocumented
immigrant from Honduras. "Felipe, that was Bob.  He's upstairs in his
office with his friend Alistair, the immigration attorney."

The usually calm, confident young Felipe was struck with an attack of
nerves.  He knew, of course, that he was in the US illegally and that
Alistair had been handling his petition for a work permit.  Maybe this was
the news he had been waiting for, good or bad.  His whole future depended
on it.  He looked at the other three chefs with alarm.  "Can I go?  Should
I go?"

The other twin, Kevin, smile encouragingly.  "Of course you can go, buddy.
You must go.  Maybe Alistair has some news."

"That's what I'm afraid of," Felipe smiled nervously.  "Wish me luck,
guys."

"Of course we do," said the third chef, Will.  "I'm sure it'll be good
news.  Go on, we're rooting for you, dude."

Felipe wiped his trembling hands on a cloth and left the kitchen.  In his
nervous state it felt like an endless walk across the garden to what was
known as the Boss House, the home of the tribe's leaders, Bob and Randy.
He went upstairs to Bob's office and took a deep breath at the door to
steady himself.  His heart was pounding, he felt weak at the knees. This
was it – the moment of truth that, one way or another, would change his
life.

"Come in, Felipe."  Bob's voice sounded cheerful enough, maybe a good
sign?"

When he went in Bob and Alistair were sitting at the small dining table,
with an open folder of papers before Alistair, a handsome, older
gray-haired man.  Bob smiled broadly ... another good sign?  But Bob always
smiled at him.  Felipe stood just inside the door, wearing his dark green
apron and white chef's hat.

"Felipe, you remember Alistair of course.  Please, take a seat."

"Thank you, sir.  Hello, sir."  Felipe whipped off his chef's hat, shook
hands with Alistair and sat at the table facing them.

"So, how is life treating you here, young man?" Alistair asked.

"It's wonderful here, sir, thank you.  Except I'm quite nervous right now,
sir."

"Understandably," Alistair smiled.  "Heavens, I forgot that perfect clipped
English accent of yours – what the English call `posh'.  That comes from
working for that English family in Honduras all those years.  OK, down to
business.  I won't prolong the agony anymore."  He slid a paper across the
table.  "Here is your US work permit, Felipe."

"Oh," Felipe gasped.  "Really?"  He choked up and tears came to his eyes as
he looked at Bob for confirmation.

"Yes, really, Felipe," Bob smiled.  He reached across the table and shook
Felipe's hand.

"However..." Alistair said.  "Yes, Felipe, there's always a `however' in
these matters.  It's a restricted permit, meaning that it applies to one
employer only.  You see Bob, or more precisely Bob's company here, has
sponsored you, so the permit is valid as long as you work here.  I will
apply for a more general work permit for you and eventually a Green Card
– a Resident Alien card – but that will take longer and in the
meantime I'm afraid you cannot change jobs.

"Oh, but I don't want to, sir.  I want to work here forever."

"Glad to hear it, Felipe.  In my experience some young people think they
can use the first job as an `entry' job, until they get itchy feet and
start looking for something better.  That blows everything out of the water
and spoils my reputation with my contacts at the INS, the Immigration
Service.

"So I have to ask you these questions, and please answer truthfully.  Are
you really happy with your job in the kitchen here?

"Yes, truly, sir," Felipe said earnestly. "You say some people look for a
better job, but for me there is no better job than this."

Alistair smiled.  "You see, I understand you are a talented chef, Felipe,
specializing in Central American cuisine, which was the basis I used for
this application.  But those special skills mean that you will no doubt
receive job offers from other companies."

"I don't care about that, sir.  I want to stay here."

"And your co-workers?  Do you get along with them?  Sometimes people can be
mean to immigrants, accusing them of `stealing other people's jobs."

"But I love the guys I work with – my bosses Kyle and Kevin, and Will
and Jamie and Brandon and ..."

Alistair laughed, "OK, enough, I get the picture, boy.  We'll be here all
day if you go through the whole list."

"And if I may interject," Bob said, "I can attest that the other boys love
working with Felipe."

"Then that's good enough for me, Bob.  And now for the good news.  I know
that, since my first visit, you have been couped up in this house as I told
you not to go out. If you were stopped for some minor infraction like a
broken taillight and asked for your identification that would ruin
everything."

Alistair grinned at Bob.  "I don't even want to know if Bob has been paying
you cash under the table, he knows that would be wrong.  But now he can
legally put you on the payroll, and you can go out and about as you like.
I suggest you carry a copy of this work permit with you in case you are
ever asked.

"Definitely, sir.  Though I never did feel `couped up' here as you put it.
I love living here."

"I can understand why," Alistair said, smiling at Bob again. "Do you have
any questions for me?"

"No, sir.  Except to say thank you, thank you ... you've changed my life,
sir."

Bob said, "And now, Alistair, I can't let you go without offering you
lunch.  You can stay for lunch, can't you?"

"Sure, thanks, I have an hour to spare.  On one condition.  Is there any
chance of getting those delicious Honduran baleadas that Felipe made for me
last time?"

"Absolutely, sir," Felipe smiled.  He stood up and put his chef's hat back
on.  "It won't take me long at all.  I'll give you the finest baleadas
you've ever eaten."

"And could you ask Will to bring up some appetizers and wine?" Bob asked.
"Red, isn't it Alistair?"  Alistair nodded.  "A bottle of that nice Merlot
you have down there."

"Of course, sir.  Thank you both so much.  I..." He choked up again, eyes
brimming with tears.  He shook hands with Alistair and Bob and walked
lightly to the door, far different from the trembling, weak-kneed boy who
had stumbled in.

"He's a terrific kid, Bob," Alistair said. "He'll be a credit to you.  Some
of my work is pretty thankless, but I enjoyed doing this for you, and for
him.  Makes everything seem worthwhile."

"I can't thank you enough, buddy.  Oh, excuse me while I make a quick phone
call."  He called the office.  "Hi, Brandon.  After lunch I'll be bringing
Felipe to you.  Could you prepare the papers to put him on the payroll?
Felipe is legal now, thanks to our good friend Alistair.  I'll bring his
work permit to you to copy and file."

As he put down the phone they heard loud whoops of delight floating across
the garden from the office.  Alistair laughed.  "I see what you mean about
the boy being popular, Bob."

<><> ONE OF THE GANG <><>

When Felipe walked into the kitchen, the twins and Will could tell by his
smile that the news was good.  Kyle and Kevin opened their arms and drew
him into a double hug.  Only then did he give way to the tears of joy and
relief he had held back from Alistair, tears that became sobs as the full
impact of what had happened hit him.  He could stay, he belonged – in
this house, this job and with the friends he had already come to love.

"I can't believe it," he said in a daze.  "My decision to make that long
dangerous trek from Honduras, crossing the border at night, the fear hiding
out at the beach in Malibu.  Then I met Jamie and everything changed.  He
brought me here to you guys, to Mark and Bob and Randy and all the guys.
It was like a dream that could have suddenly disappeared.  But now it
won't.  It's not a dream, it's real.

"Kyle, Kevin, Will, I'll work so hard for you, I promise. Oh, work," he
said, drying his tears.  "Bob is having lunch in his office with Alistair
who said he wants me to make baleadas for him.  And Will, Bob asked you to
take up appetizers and a bottle of Merlot."

"Sure, I know the one he likes," Will said.

"Guys I'm not ordering you around, am I?  I didn't mean ..."

"Hey, cool it dude," Kyle laughed.  "You're one of us, more than ever now.
We all work together so don't worry about passing on Bob's requests. Calm
down, or do I have to slap your face?"

Felipe smiled, "You can if you like, Kyle, just to show me I'm not
dreaming.  May I start work?  It'd be for Alistair, the man who made this
possible."

"Go to it, dude," Kevin laughed.  "We're here to help."

After Will went out with the wine, they talked as they worked.  Kevin said,
"Bet you can't wait to tell Jamie.  When do he and the others get back from
their movie publicity tour?"

"Tomorrow morning.  Jamie called me earlier.  Their last gig is tonight in
Houston, and they'll leave first thing tomorrow morning, get here about
ten-thirty.  Houston is a big event and Jamie said they won't have time to
phone home again before they get here."

"Which probably means he won't have heard your news.  You'll be able to
surprise him."

"And he asked me to do something for Mark this evening when he gets home
from his shift."

"We can only imagine," Kyle teased.  "Don't worry we'll give you an hour
off – that's all it generally takes."

Will came back in.  "Bob is in a terrific mood.  I think he's as pleased as
you are, Felipe, at the way things turned out.  They're enjoying the wine
and nibblies until they get their treat from you."

As Felipe had said, the baleadas did not take long, even though he took
extra care with them.  As he put the finishing touches, Will said, "So take
them up, dude – your gift to say thanks to Alistair for the gift he gave
you.  And here, take this other bottle of Merlot."

They loaded a large tray and Felipe took it proudly across the garden and
up to Bob's office.  He pushed the door open with his foot and Alistair
said, "Ah, I know that smell, I remember it from last time.  Delicious as
ever."

Felipe rested the tray on a serving table and set the baleadas, before the
men.  He opened the second wine bottle and refilled their glasses.  "Will
that be all, sir?"

"Looks perfect, young man," Alistair smiled.  "But you better get back to
the kitchen.  You're one of the gang now."

"Thank you, sir.  Thank you for everything."

When he got back to the kitchen Kyle was looking at the whiteboard on the
wall with the chef roster.  "OK, let's see now.  The great thing about you
being permanent, Felipe, it means we three don't have to do all three meals
like we used to before you joined us.  We try to have at least one meal off
a day.

"So, you did breakfast and lunch and you'll get an hour off before dinner
to, er, service Mark like Jamie asked you to.  Now tomorrow, if you can do
breakfast you can have to rest of the day off so you can greet Jamie
properly and spend time with him.  Sound OK?"

"Thank you, Kyle. Actually, I'm a bit nervous of seeing Jamie again, now my
status has changed.

"But not nervous about Mark this evening uh?"

"Oh no," Felipe grinned.  "I know I'm no match for Jamie in Mark's eyes, or
in his bed, but he seems to like it when I fill in for Jamie like I've been
doing. And I sure don't mind welcoming home a hot, horny cop, one as
gorgeous as Mark."

<><> LIKE A RABBIT FROM A HAT <><>

Later in the afternoon Bob came into the kitchen, having said goodbye with
profuse thanks to Alistair.  Will and Felipe were clearing away the last of
the lunch things and starting prep for dinner, and Will said, "If you're
looking for the twins, sir, they're up in their apartment having their
afternoon break."

Bob smiled knowingly.  "Well, I certainly don't want to interrupt that.
Actually, it's Felipe I needed, if you can spare him, Will."

"Of course, sir, no problem.  We're only on early dinner prep and the twins
will be down soon.  Matter of fact Felipe, why don't you take off until
you've, er, taken care of Mark when he comes in?  Be back here around
six-thirty when we'll be getting into high gear."

Felipe took off his hat and accompanied Bob to the main office across the
garden, where they were greeted by applause from Brandon, Ryan, Vic and
Noah.  Brandon smiled, "Welcome, officially, to the tribe, Felipe.  I have
all your paperwork here to put you on payroll.  I just need the famous work
permit to enter the details."

"And here it is – ta-da," Bob announced, as if producing a rabbit from a
hat.  I'd like you to store it in the safe here, Brandon, after you've
finished with it and taken copies.  Give a copy to Felipe to carry with him
whenever he goes out, and put another one in the folder you bring to me
daily.

"So, Felipe, I understand that you are taking Jamie's place again to greet
Mark when he gets home.  Apart from all the other help you've given us
since you arrived, it's been great having you to satisfy the cop's needs in
Jamie's absence.  Otherwise we would have had to make a roster of boys to
do the job."

"Not that anyone would have minded, sir," Brandon grinned.  "They would all
jump at the chance to be in the bed of that muscle-cop."

"I'm sure you're right, Brandon ... and I speak from experience." Bob
smiled.  "So, Felipe, do I at last get a hug from our newly legal chef?"

"Willingly, sir.  I have so much to thank you for."  Bob pulled him into a
tight hug and Felipe's cock stiffened as he felt Bob's hard pecs flexing
under his shirt, pressing against him."

As he left the office Bob said, "See you later, Brandon, with that folder."

Brandon said, "And on behalf of the office staff, congratulations, Felipe.
We're all so pleased – couldn't have happened to a nicer guy.  Now get
over to Mark and Jamie's place and get ready for the horny cop."

Felipe bent down and kissed Brandon in his wheelchair, then fist-bumped the
other three boys on his way out of the office, headed for the ground-floor
apartment of Mark and Jamie.

<><> A HOT & HORNY COP <><>

When he went inside and stood in their bedroom Felipe realized this was the
first time he had been alone since he got the epic news from Alistair.  He
sat on the edge of the bed, elbows on his knees and sank his face into his
hands.  All the doubt and fears of recent months flooded his memory and he
shook with a kind of delayed shock.  He had held so much fear inside him
for so long.  And now, at last, it seemed to be over.

He raised his head and noticed the clock on the wall.  Mark would be home
soon.  Time to leave the past behind and embrace his new life, starting
with Jamie's man Mark.

Jamie had asked him to take care of the cop's sexual needs when he came
home after eight hours astride his throbbing police motorbike.  Felipe of
course wanted to please Jamie, but he was also excited by the fantasy of
the macho uniformed blond cop.  For months on his trek north he had
encountered police brutality, and once he reached this country he avoided
the cops at all cost.

Even Mark scared him a little.  After all, as a police officer, he was
sworn to arrest him and turn him into to Immigration, though Jamie had
reassured him that Mark would never betray someone Jamie loved.  And Mark
had turned a blind eye.

In fact, Felipe had become a friend of Mark's, especially during Jamie's
week-long absence when most evenings Felipe had offered his naked body to
Mark to absorb the lust the cop had built up all day.  He had come to look
forward to it, as he did now, shaking off his tangled thoughts and focusing
on the job at hand.

He pulled the covers back off the bed, leaving just a sheet, as he knew
Mark preferred it that way.  He took off his kitchen apron, then his shorts
and T-shirt and looked at his naked body in the floor-length mirror.  He
was nowhere near as ripped as Jamie's athletic body, honed to perfection by
years of surfing action.

But he was, he supposed, good-looking, with his dark Hispanic features,
black hair and a tight, toned body that he had worked on in the tribe's gym
here.  At least Jamie and Mark and everyone here had said he was cute, or
even hot, so he supposed it must be true.  But his body was sweaty after a
day in the kitchen and he reckoned he had time for a quick shower.

He showered in the bedroom's main bathroom, using a lightly scented body
wash.  He luxuriated in the first shower he had had since `becoming legal'
as he thought of it, so it felt like washing away his former turbulent life
and anointing his new life here with his new friends.

The shower was longer than he realized, and he had just stepped out and
grabbed a towel when the heard the front door slam.

He quickly wrapped the towel round his waist and went into the bedroom
where Mark had just come in, straight from work in his cop uniform –
black shirt, with police badge and flashes, open at the neck to reveal a
triangle of white T-shirt underneath. His black serge pants with a silver
strip down the sides were cinched at his slim waist by a heavy cop belt,
and tucked into high, shiny motorcycle boots.

"Oh, I'm sorry, sir," Felipe stammered.  "I was in the shower and I got to
daydreaming."

"About what?"  Felipe couldn't tell if the cop was mad or not that he
wasn't ready for him.

Felipe gulped, dripping water and holding the towel at his waist.  "About
stuff that happened today, sir.  Sorry, sir."

"What stuff that happened today? You look kinda different from usual –
apart from being naked."

"Well sir, I had a meeting with Bob and his friend Alistair – you know,
the immigration lawyer."  Felipe smiled nervously.  "And he gave me my work
permit, sir.  It came though."

Mark beamed.  "Congratulations, kiddo.  That was fast.  Bob sure gets
results from his friends, as I know only too well.  Come here, dude and let
me dry you off and give you a hug."

Felipe stepped forward and the towel slipped from around his waist.  He
looked embarrassed as the towel hung from his hand, his cock standing out
hard from his dense black pubic hair.

Mark chuckled.  "Is that boner a result of your good news, boy?"

"No, sir, its ... it's looking at you, sir.  You look so ... so sexy, sir."

Mark took the towel from him and wiped his neck, chest and abs, then dried
his face and vigorously toweled his hair.  He dropped the towel and grinned
at the sight of the boy's tangled mop of black hair.  "That's better.  Now
for the hug."

Mark wrapped his arms tight round him and Felipe felt the cop's muscles
flexing under his black shirt and the bulge in his pants pressing against
his leg.  The metal police badge dug into his bare chest, but he didn't
mind.  He could have stood like this all day in the cop's muscular arms.

As a cop Mark had a hard shell, but underneath that he could be kind and
loving.  He knew from experience the dangers a young kid like this faced
all alone during his long trek north, and he admired his courage – even
if he had entered the country illegally.  "Congratulations, Felipe.  You're
legal now, so now I don't have to arrest you."

"Oh, Jamie told me you wouldn't do that, sir."

"Nah," Mark chuckled.  "If I had, he'd probably have never spoken to me
again, or shared my bed.  He'll be thrilled when he hears the news.  I
guess he don't know yet."

"No, sir.  Last time I spoke to him on the phone was earlier this morning
on his way to Houston, so I'll tell him when he gets back tomorrow morning.
"Er, he asked me to take care of you, sir, when you got home from work."

"You don't have to if you don't want to kiddo."

"Oh, but I do, sir.  Abd not just because Jamie asked me to.  I ... I mean,
my cock's hard, sir and it feels like yours is too."

"Damn straight," Mark laughed.  "Eight hours of a bike throbbing between
your legs will do that to a guy ... that, plus the sight of a sexy young
jock getting out of the shower butt naked.  I suppose you know the cure for
that, don't you?"

"Of course, sir."

Then get to it, boy.  That's an order."

"Yes, officer."

<><> RUNNING TOWARD FEAR <><>

The deep commanding voice giving orders almost made Felipe cum, as he
stared at the handsome blond cop with a massive bulge in his uniform pants.
As Felipe sank slowly to his knees he ran his hands down over Mark's
shoulders, down his slanting lats, and gripped his belted waist to steady
himself as he knelt.

His face was level with the cop's bulge and he pressed his cheek against
it, then his mouth, tasting the rough serge as the bulge grew under his
lips.  He pulled back a little, then hugged his leg and pressed his face
against it, moving lower to the top of the shiny boot that he licked all
the way down and kissed the foot.

Mark stared down at the naked young jock in an act of hero-worship that
made his dick even harder.  He growled, "Go for the cock, boy, before I
cream my pants."

"Yes, sir."  Felipe faced his bulge again and unzipped his pants.  He
pulled them apart until the cop's huge dick sprang out and hit him in the
face.  It was already dripping precum that Felipe caught on the tip of his
tongue.  He reached inside Mark's open pants and pulled out his bulging
balls.  He licked them, then opened wide and clamped his mouth over them,
pulling back to stretch his scrotum.

The cop groaned and when the pleasure turned to pain he grabbed the boys
tousled black hair and pulled his head back, freeing his balls.  "Suck my
fucking dick, boy.  Now!"

The harsh voice sent Felipe's thoughts flying back to an agonizing day on
his trek through Guatemala when he had been caught by a brutal cop who
ordered him to suck his cock before he arrested him.  The man revolted him
but he was forced to comply until the brute shot a massive load of semen in
his mouth and ordered him to swallow it.

He recalled his own tears stinging his cheeks as he gulped down the foul
taste, and in a fit of desperation bit down on his cock.  The man howled in
agony and pulled away.  He turned round to inspect his damaged cock and
Felipe knew this was his last chance.  He sprang to his feet and ran,
through the brush, into the dense trees, knowing that if the man caught him
his punishment would be brutal.

He had buried himself in the leaves in the depth of the forest and stayed
silent for agonizing minutes.  The man never came, and finally Felipe put
his fingers down his throat to make himself vomit up the stinking sperm.
He cried himself to sleep and continued his journey the next day.

But now everything was different.  When he stopped sucking and paused, with
a faraway look in his teary eyes, he heard Mark's gentle voice above him.
"Are you OK, kiddo?  Do you wanna suck my dick?"

Felipe stared up at the cop towering over him.  "Yes I do, sir.  More than
anything in the world."  Mark had a sense that Felipe was purging some of
his nightmarish memories by doing some of the acts from those nightmares
willingly and eagerly.  He closed his mouth over Mark's long thick rod and
swallowed the entire length.

While he sucked, Felipe reached up, unbuttoned the cop's uniform shirt,
reached under it and pressed his palms against the T-shirt stretched tight
over the mounds of his pecs flexing under his touch.  He felt the big, hard
nipples pressing against the cotton shirt and squeezed them."

Mark sighed.  "That's good, boy ... you make me feel real good."

After the horrors of his journey Felipe loved the sense of security he felt
now, wanting to please this beautiful cop and being rewarded by his praise.
It removed the acrid taste of the bitter sperm the brutal cop had forced
him to swallow, a taste he desperately needed to forget.

The feel of the cop's muscular body under his T-shirt excited him as much
as the sensation of his rod sliding in and out of his throat.  The old
nightmare was forgotten in this magical dream world, and he felt his climax
approaching.  He pulled his head back off the cock long enough to murmur.
"I think I'm gonna cum, sir."

Mark's reaction was swift.  "The hell you're not, boy.  I want that ass."

He reached down, hooked his hands under the boy's armpits and pulled him up
on his feet.  He whirled him round in the air and tossed him on the bed.
Startled, Felipe bounced on his back, but he felt no fear as he stared up
at the homoerotic image of the muscle-cop, his chiseled features and
penetrating blue eyes, his uniform shirt open down to the waist, flapping
back from his bulging white T-shirt heaving underneath.

And suddenly Felipe clearly understood his own feelings, his own needs.  He
reached up to the corners of the bed, his arms stretched in a V, grabbed
the corner posts and struggled as if tied to the bed.

And Mark began to understand too.  To dilute the fears and dangers of the
past ... Felipe wanted more of them.  But without the terror, without the
menace.  He needed an authority figure to give him orders, but one he loved
and trusted.

"Are you sure, boy?" Mark asked.

"Sir, before my mother died she told me never to run away from my fears,
but to run toward them and confront them.  I wasn't sure what she meant,
but now I do.  Sir, I've been running away from my fears for so long, but
now I feel safe enough to run toward them."

"Good answer, kid."  The cop stared down at him and his voice got lower,
harsher.  "OK, boy, you asked for this."  He unclipped one pair of
handcuffs from his belt, locked one loop round his wrist and the other
round a bedpost. He unclipped a second pair and cuffed his other wrist.

The naked boy's arms were stretched up in a V and, as he tugged at his
restraints, Felipe felt a stab of fear at being helpless, at the cop's
mercy, the fear he had lived with constantly on his perilous journey.  But
as he stared up at Mark the fear left him.  He loved being at the mercy of
this tough, handsome, uniformed cock.

<><> FELIPE'S COP FANTASY <><>

Felipe watched in awe as Mark pulled his shirt out of his waistband and let
it hang open, displaying the full outline of his chest under the T-shirt.

"You know what's gonna happen to you, don't you, boy?  I am one horny cop
with a head of jizz straining in my nuts, looking for a hot piece of ass to
unload it in.  I came in here, found a hot young jock, forced him to suck
my dick, then cuffed him to the bed, a helpless prisoner.  Now I'm gonna
drive my rod in your ass, boy, and there's not a damn thing you can do
about it."

As he spoke, Felipe gazed up at the cop stripped down to his T-shirt that
clung to his muscled torso.  The short sleeves were pushed up above his
biceps, the outline of his pecs and abs etched under the thin white fabric.
He looked even hotter like this than in his black uniform shirt, as he
lazily stroked his cock and stared hungrily down at him.

This was the sight he had dreaded for so long, but now a fantasy he longed
for.  Sure, there were still the remnants of fear at being totally at the
cop's mercy, but he had confronted that fear, used it, even, to excite his
own lust.

Mark walked to the side of the bed, raised a foot and planted his boot on
the prisoner's chest.  Felipe felt the pressure grow, pressing him to the
bed, and fear again started to creep in as he tugged hopelessly at the
cuffs.  But just as the pressure bordered on pain, it stopped and Mark
paced round the bed.

"Damn, the sight of a helpless jock chained to the bed turns me the fuck
on, and I'm wondering what to do with it."  He unbuckled his belt, pulled
it out of its loops and let it hang from his hand.  Suddenly he raised his
arm, swooped it down and cracked the belt hard against the floor.

Felipe looked up startled and Mark said, "You like that, eh?  Maybe you'd
like it across that pretty body.  I like the idea of thrashing a hot young
guy after I've cuffed him to the bed.  See, the thing is, boy, I can do
anything I like with you ... but I'll have mercy on you and give you a
choice.  Either you get this..." he cracked the belt on the floor again
... "or you get the cop's rod up your ass.  But you've gotta ask nicely,
kid.  What's it gonna be?"

"Your cock, please, officer.  I want your cock inside me, sir.  I want you
to fuck me.  Please don't whip me, sir, I beg you.  Fuck me, officer, I
want it so bad."

The cop grinned and tossed the belt away.  "Be careful what you wish for,
kid.  When I fuck, I fuck hard – especially a sweet ass like yours." He
stopped pacing round the bed and knelt on the foot of it.  He grabbed the
boy's ankle and pulled one leg up high.  He gazed down at his ass, now on
full display, the hole surrounded by light whisps of black hair."

"Oh yeah, I can really use an ass like that." Mark pushed two fingers of
his free hand in his own mouth to wet them, then reached down and stroked
the tender hole.  Slowly he pushed the wet fingers in his ass and Felipe
moaned, "Thank you, sir."

Seeing the boys rigid cock jerk he said, "You really want this, don't you,
boy?  My dick is a helluva lot bigger than this, though.  Here, I'll show
you.  He pulled his fingers out and pressed the head of his cock against
the hole.

"Aaagh," Felipe gasped as the cop's shaft entered him, sliding deeper and
deeper down his chute.  Mark paused, let go of the ankle and stared down at
the boy who bent his knees and pulled both legs back.  "You know I can rip
that ass wide open, don't you boy?

"Yes, sir."

He gasped as Mark, now hands-free, reached behind his own neck and pulled
up on his T-shirt.  It came free of his waist then rose up over his
eight-pack abs, his rock-hard chest and off over his head.  He leaned
forward and lay the shirt against the boy's throat.  "Just in case I need
to stuff it in your mouth to stifle your screams, boy.  'Cos now I'm gonna
jackhammer that ass and unload my sperm in it."

Again Felipe drifted into a pornographic fantasy, gazing up at the
bare-chested police officer, his sculpted torso on full display.  As he
leaned forward and braced his hands on the bed beside the boy's face,
Mark's shoulders bulged, his lats flared, tapering down to his tight waist
cinched by his beltless pants. Felipe saw his abs flex as he pulled almost
all the way out of his ass.

He paused, his blue eyes penetrating Felipe's.  "I warned you, be careful
what you wish for, boy.  This is how I treat a stud like you – cuff him
to the bed and torture his ass."

"Aaagh ..." Felipe howled again as the rod pierced him and drove inside
him, hard and deep, then pulled back and drove in again.  Reflexively
Felipe pulled at his cuffed wrists, his naked body writhing under the
assault on his ass.  Fear seized him again, worse this time, as the cop
seemed to lose control, his iron shaft a piston pounding his ass.

"He knew he couldn't take this and his fear became anger as he yelled,
"Fuck you ..."

The pounding stopped and the cop grinned.  "I like your spirit boy.  So I
won't destroy your ass, I'll save you for later.  I'll take you down to my
basement and chain you to the wall as my prisoner, my fuck slave.  Whenever
I'm horny, which is most of the time, I'll come down, plough your ass and
leave you begging for more."

Hovering between fantasy and reality Felipe imagined a life as the
sex-slave of this macho, shirtless blond cop.  There was no fear now, only
excitement at the promise of his life to come.

Then suddenly everything changed.  The scowl left Mark's face, replaced by
the gleaming smile Felipe knew so well.  "Not a bad idea, eh, kiddo?" Mark
laughed. "We'll have to give that some thought, run it by Jamie.  But right
now let's get back to the real world, `cos you, my boy, have made me
hornier than ever – fit to burst in your sweet ass.  I wanna see you cum
first.  You need to touch your cock?"

"No, sir.  I could have cum many times just looking at you."

"OK, prove it, kiddo."  Mark leaned forward and kissed him and resumed a
long, deep gentle fuck as he spoke.  "Look at me, Felipe, and think of that
fantasy – the horny cop taking you prisoner, cuffing you to the bed,
cracking the whip on the floor, then ripping his shirt off and ploughing
your ass.

"Then imagine that boy captured, chained butt-naked in the basement.  He
hears footsteps on the stairs, the door opens and the powerful motorcycle
cop comes in rubbing the bulge in his pants.  You watch him unbutton his
shirt and pull it off.  He paces the room in T-shirt, uniform pants and
boots, and your eyes follow him as he rips off the T-shirt and gags you
with it.

"He's ready for you.  He unbuckles his heavy cop belt and slides it out of
his pants.  He cracks it on the dirt floor of the basement, then again and
growls, `You're next boy, unless I can watch you spill your load.  You cum
for me or you feel the whip.  You understand, boy?  Cum for me, boy, that's
an order.  Shoot ...'"

Lost in the fantasy Felipe saw himself chained naked to the wall, the
sculpted shirtless cop pacing the room and, "Aaaagh ..."  He saw the boy
struggling to get free, howling as cum spurted from his cock in streams
that flew across the room and splashed down on the dirt floor.

His heart pounding, Felipe closed his eyes and when he opened them Mark was
smiling down at him.  "Fucking beautiful, kiddo.  Turns me on, a young jock
chained to the bed, chest and face smothered in his own cum.  My dick's
buried in his hot ass, my nuts are fucking bursting.  Here it comes, kiddo
... yeahhh!"

The cop tensed, his body flexed, and his rod drove deep one last time.  He
threw his head back and yelled as, at long last, his cock erupted in the
ass of the ecstatic boy, who knew that his new life began from this moment
on.

<><> BUT WHAT ABOUT JAMIE?  <><>

A few minutes later Mark had uncuffed Felipe, rubbed his wrists, then lay
down beside him.

"That was some journey, eh, kiddo?  You OK?"

"Like I'm in a new world, sir."

"Which you are, Felipe.  Not still afraid of me, are you?"

"Not at all."

"Not afraid of anything?"

"Not really, sir.  Not anymore."

"Good.  What you just went through there was what's called cathartic,
liberating, conquering your demons – and you had plenty of those.  You
faced your fears and won."

"But I couldn't have done that before, sir, when I was afraid of having to
return to those dark days.  That thought terrified me.  But now I know that
won't happen, that I'm safe here, I could re-live those memories, confront
them and banish them."

Mark smiled.  "Yeah, you can leave them all behind you, like a nightmare
that fades into nothing when you wake up.  Because you are safe at last,
Felipe.  Bob and his pal took care of the legal stuff, and now Jamie and I
will take care of you, and so will your chums in the kitchen and everyone
else, `cos all the guys here look out for each other."

Felipe frowned.  "Sir, there's just one thing.  What you put me through
just now was pretty intense, something I'll always remember. And I love you
sir, the same as I'm in love with Jamie."

"Good."

"But, I mean, will Jamie mind?  One thing I've always been afraid of is
coming between Jamie and you, sir, in some way.  Jamie idolizes you, he's
always told me that, and I know you're totally in love with him.  But this
last week I've taken Jamie's place in some ways, being naked and ready on
this bed for when you get home, as Jamie has always done.  But that's over
when Jamie comes back tomorrow.  I...I guess what I'm saying, sir, is where
do I fit in now?  Is there even any room for me?"

"Felipe," Mark smiled, "you don't have to worry about Jamie and me.  He and
I have a special relationship.  He's been my boy for so long we don't even
call it that anymore.  It's not master and boy, it's two guys in love
... partners, friends, fuck buddies, and soulmates.  And in a relationship
that tight, that secure, there's always room for someone else, though I
hesitate to put labels on what that is.

"For a long time I've wanted Jamie to have a special friend his own age.
Nate has always been his close buddy but that's not what I mean. And I
don't mean that I wanted Jamie to have his own boy, like the other senior
boys do – Pablo and Tyler, Darius and Ryan, the twins and Will.

Like I said, I hate putting labels on people, but I guess I mean someone
Jamie could love and take care of, like a big brother, someone who, for
whatever reason, needed the help and guidance of someone bright and
self-assured.  You're new to this country and need guidance, and Jamie is
certainly strong and resolute.  And the clincher is, you love each other.

"But stuff like this, you can't plan.  You just have to see what develops.
The essential thing is that if any problems arise, like envy, or
disagreements, we have to be honest and talk things through. That's my job,
to make sure there are no bad vibes between us."

"Sir, like I said, what we did here was pretty intense.  Have, er, have you
and Jamie ever got into stuff like that?"

Mark laughed.  "Oh sure, and that times ten. We can both be inventive in
pretty wild sexual fantasies.  Jamie calls me a walking pornographic cop
fantasy, and I feel the same about him when he comes home from the beach in
just his boardshorts, body streaked with dry salt, sand in his hair and
feet.  He's the iconic Sothern California blond surfer.  I could cum just
looking at him, and often have."

Mark chuckled.  "As for basement dungeons, we've had our share.  Now that
you can leave the house you'll now doubt be taken out to Uncle Mike's place
in Palm Springs."

"Yes, sir, I've often heard the boys talk about him."

"Well further out in the desert from his place there's a little old house
that belongs to Hassan, our Marine who you know of course.  Er, Hassan and
I go back a long way, but that's a whole `nother story.  Anyway, Hassan set
up the basement there as a kind of dungeon, based on the interrogation cell
he worked at when he was an Arab soldier in the Mid-East war.  It's where
he and I first met but, like I said, that's a story for another time.

"Well, Jamie and I have been out there, and what I described to you just
now ... the naked athlete chained to the wall at the mercy of the cop
... that was Jamie and me.  I chained him up and left him.  He heard me
drive away, but I didn't go far, just out of earshot. I changed into my cop
uniform and went back after ten minutes and ... well you already know the
rest.  One helluva scene, I tell ya."

"Sir, you've given me another hard-on, but I gotta get back to the kitchen
`cos I promised the guys I'd help them with dinner.  It's what they call
crunch-time, and it's going to be a big dinner tonight."

"Yeah, that's part of your new life kiddo – our hot new chef.  But hey,
how'd you like to spend tonight here with me?  I could take care of that
boner and you deal with mine.  And I promise, you, Jamie wouldn't mind.
After all, he did ask you to take care of me.

"Which reminds me, I have a favor to ask, Felipe.  I'm working a day shift
tomorrow so I won't be here when Jamie returns from that tour.  So, could
you take care of him for me till I get home from work?  He'll want to
celebrate your news."

"Of course I will, sir.  The twins have given me the day off after we've
cleared breakfast so I can spend time with Jamie."  He grinned.  "And I'll
make sure that when you get home after work tomorrow it'll be Jamie lying
naked on the bed waiting for you."

"Talking of which, kiddo, there's one last thing ... my boots."

"Oh yes, sir."  Felipe eagerly followed the usual ritual of standing with
his back to Mark who lay on the bed.  He pulled one foot up between his
legs while Mark pushed against his butt with the other foot until the boot
slid off, then did the same with the other boot.

"Done like a pro, kid.  Now I'm gonna throw you in the shower. Those guys
are strict on hygiene.  Can't have a chef working in the kitchen covered in
cum, yours or mine."

Mark got naked and they showered together.

<><> A WELCOME FROM THE BOSS <><>

It was a whole new Felipe who bounced into the kitchen – confident,
proud and happy.  The glow on his face told them Mark must be responsible
for much of that.

Kevin smiled, "So, you took care of Mark OK, then?"

"And he took care of me ... in a major way.  Got rid of all my demons, as
he put it.  And you know that corny old saying – this is the first day
of the rest of my life?  Well it's true with me. It does feel like a new
life."

"Which includes making dinner, kiddo."  Kyle looked at the numbers on the
whiteboard. "Lot of guys tonight – ton of work."  Felipe happily put on
his apron and chef's hat and was soon in the thick of `crunch-time'.

But after a few minutes they were loudly interrupted.  The door crashed
open and Randy burst in straight from the construction site, hot and sweaty
in his oil-stained tank and dirty jeans.  The powerful gypsy came up behind
Felipe, turned him around and crushed him in his arms.  He whirled him
around saying "You did it, dude, you're one of us, forever and ever."

He put him down and, in a daze, Felipe grinned, "Thanks to Bob, sir, and
his friend."

Yeah, Bob's a genius, usually gets what he wants.  He always does from me.
So, kiddo, you're legal now – not that that legal-illegal stuff means
much to me.  I don't care about that shit, just do what I want, and fuck
`em.  Bob says I march to my own drummer."

"And Felipe just took care of Mark, sir," Will grinned.

Randy laughed.  "Just because he looks hot in uniform. I'm jealous – you
gotta take care of me soon kid.  I'll give you a workout in the gym, and I
do mean workout.  You know what Im talking about, don't you Red?" ruffling
Will's red hair.

"Seriously, though, kiddo, I'm real happy for you."  He kissed Felipe on
the lips, then straightened up and said, "OK, I gotta go and clean up
before dinner.  Bob won't let me sit at the table looking like this."

"You look good to me, sir," Will said with an urchin grin.

"Yeah, Red, maybe I should swap Bob for you – you appreciate the real
me.  Anyway, I gotta go and thank Bob for everything he's done.  Only one
way to do that.  Back to work, kids."

Bob was shirtless in sweatpants waiting for Randy, and he knew what was in
store for him as soon as he saw Randy's boisterous mood.  Randy stared at
him and rubbed the bulge in his jeans.  "Damn you look hot like that, stud.
I just told the kids in the kitchen I've gotta thank you for everything you
did for young Felipe.  What do you want me to give you?"

"Do I have a choice?"

"Hell no.  On the bed, dude, and lose the pants."

An hour later it was a glowing couple that joined the raucous crowd already
sitting round the long table on the lawn.  They burst into spontaneous
applause, though it was not clear whether it was for what Bob had done for
Felipe, or what Randy had obviously just done to Bob.

They took their seats and as soon as the first course was served Randy got
up to make his customary speech.  "Listen up, guys," he boomed.  "Tonight
is not just my usual speech, it's a special occasion.  As you all know, our
fourth chef is now legal, no more need to get paid under the table.  Oops,
sorry Bob, not supposed to say that.  Ah, who cares, it's time to
celebrate.

"Tomorrow our three movie guys come home after all that glitz and glamor,
back to the real world, and Eddie will make us sit through his movie of the
whole thing.  Those guys may have been wined and dined a lot, but nothing
matching this spread.  So tonight it's just us guys, and it's my pleasure
to thank all four – count `em, four – chefs, for all their hard work
in preparing this feast. Step forward and take a bow, boys."

Still wearing their aprons and chef's hats the four boys came forward –
Felipe between Kyle and Kevin and Will next to Kyle.  Following the
time-honored tradition they raised their chef's hats high, paused, and
swooped them down in a low theatrical boy, to rowdy applause.  When they
straightened up the twins each grabbed a hand of Felipe and raised them up
high, like a victorious prize-fighter.

Then Will and the twins stepped back and left Felipe alone in the
spotlight.  The crowd gave him a standing ovation while Felipe, blushing
deeply, took a solo bow.  He was well and truly home.

Randy closed the proceedings in his customary no-nonsense way.  "OK, guys,
let's eat.  I'm fucking starved."

<><> JAMIE COMES HOME <><>

That night the celebration was continued in bed by every couple, including
Mark with Felipe as arranged; Bob and Randy of course; the twins together
as always; Will with his stepdad Seth; and all the other men making love to
their boys.

In the morning it was a bleary-eyed group that straggled down to the buffet
breakfast.  Felipe had got up early and said a teary goodbye to Mark who
left for his all-day shift.  Then Felipe joined Will to prepare breakfast.
The twins slept in late as they were doing lunch and dinner.

It was Saturday, and by ten o'clock most of the men and boys were hanging
around in the garden expectantly, waiting for the arrival of the movie
group, as Randy had called them. Right on time at ten-thirty they heard a
limousine pull up at the gate and in a few minutes the gate opened and
Jamie and Nate came in, following a boisterous Eddie.

A shout of greeting went up.  Eddie wouldn't stop talking, Nate and Jamie
hugged everyone in sight and the noise was deafening.  When Jamie finally
broke free he looked round and saw Felipe standing in the background, his
face wreathed in smiles.

Jamie came to him and they hugged quietly and kissed lovingly.  Felipe
said, "Mark's working as you know, Jamie, but he asked me to take care of
you."

Jamie reached forward and held his hands.  "And what about you, buddy?  Any
news?"

Felipe beamed.  "I got it Jamie. My work permit came through, thanks to Bob
and Alistair. I can stay here with you all, Jamie.  I can stay."

Jamie's eyes brimmed with tears and he flung his arms round him again.
"I'm so happy for you, buddy.  Happy for us.  Hey, that means you can go
out of the house at last, now you're legal. Have you been out yet?"

"Not yet, Jamie.  I was waiting for you."

"Then I am going to take you out for the best lunch in town.  Dude, I'm so
excited, we have so much to talk about."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 600


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