Date: Wed, 8 Aug 2012 02:13:23 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 109  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 109
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  The final resolution.  Pablo makes amends to Jamie by submitting to him
sexually.  "I'm on my knees to you, dude.  Do anything to me."  Later
Hassan willingly submits to Randy in a wildly erotic climax.  "His body
shuddered with the elation of being overpowered by this spectacular
muscle-god.  Randy gazed down at the naked warrior whose body he had
impaled in a dazzling display of domination and desire."

**************

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A TRIAL OF STRENGTH -- CHAPTER 109 -- "The Final Submission"


"Yup, it's the swing of the pendulum, buddy," Bob said.

It was later afternoon and Bob and Mark were sitting in Bob's upstairs
office.  Mark had just got off work and was still in his uniform, sprawled
in a chair sipping on a beer.  Bob had told Jamie he could quit work for
the day and go down to the pool for a swim.  Everyone else was still out at
work and there was a blessed calm in the house after all the dramatic
events of the day before.

"You know how that works," Bob continued.  "Someone gives the pendulum a
big shove and as it swings it knocks a few things out of whack before it
eventually becomes still again.  This time it was Pablo and Hassan who did
the shoving."

"And d'you think the pendulum has stopped swinging?" Mark grinned.

"Almost but not quite," Bob said.  "Randy says he still hasn't finished
with Hassan, so it looks like there's still at least one act to play out."

After Pablo had come back alone the previous day from his disastrous trip
to Camp Pendleton with Hassan, balance was only now being restored.  First
Darius had made his peace with his lover Pablo in the way he knew best
... using his cock as an instrument of reconciliation.  Then Randy had
predictably, and impulsively, taken merciless revenge on Hassan, who was
even now recovering in Zack's house, under the tender loving care of the
twins.

Finally Randy had confronted his shamefaced boy Pablo, and it was sex again
that had eventually restored peace between them.  But this morning it was
back to work, and Randy had driven Pablo and Darius to the construction
site.  So Bob and Mark were alone and, as always, enjoying each other's
company, with that electric undercurrent of sexual attraction that always
ran between them.

Mark continued the conversation.  "Any idea how that final act will play
out, Bob?"

"Well, not really.  But I can make a guess.  See, although Randy punished
Hassan yesterday for endangering Pablo ... using his fists as usual ... I
knew it wouldn't end there.  The thing is, the way Randy sees it, Hassan
took Pablo away from him ... his boy, his son for Chrissake ... while we
were all there watching ... the whole group of us.  That was a huge loss of
face for Randy."

Mark shook his head.  "Yeah, you don't challenge the boss in front of
everyone and get away with it.  That, plus Hassan is a spectacular-looking
hunk of man and that in itself is a challenge for Randy.  He knows how
everyone lusts for Hassan whether they admit it or not."

"You're right there," grinned Bob, blushing a little.  "So now Randy has to
reassert his authority, and I'll bet you dollars to doughnuts that he'll do
it with all of us as an audience.  But Mark, I'm concerned about Hassan.
What happened with Pablo wasn't all his fault, after all.  How's he taking
it?"

"You know, the guy is really terrific, and I don't say that just because
he's become a good friend.  He feels real bad about that trip and wants to
take all the blame on himself, and he accepts whatever that entails.  Did
you know that when Randy beat him up he didn't defend himself?  He just
stood there and took the punishment he thought he deserved."

Mark shook his head and sighed.  "The thing is, he's become very attached
to Jamie and me and I happen to know he respects the hell out of you, Bob.
Asks about you a lot."  Bob blushed again.  "He really wants to be part of
our group and he'll submit to Randy if that's what it takes.  At the same
time, I have a lot of sympathy for Randy.  Whatever we feel about Hassan's
guilt or otherwise, if he had put Jamie in danger the way he did Pablo I'd
have beat the shit out of him too.  I'd have got just as angry as Randy
did."

Bob grinned.  "Mark, old buddy, nobody gets as angry as Randy does, you
know that."

"Yeah," said Mark ruefully rubbing his jaw.  "And most of us have the
bruises to prove it."

Bob frowned.  "Talking of Jamie, how's he taken all this?"

"Not well ... it's been tough on him.  After Hassan and I got right with
each other out in Palm Springs Jamie grew to like Hassan a lot and looks up
to him."  He grinned.  "Great sex didn't hurt either.  So he's become a bit
possessive of Hassan and didn't like the idea of him getting blamed and
beaten up.  I suspect he thinks it's all Pablo's fault."

"Sure, I can see that," Bob nodded.  "Pablo has a lot of fences to mend.
He's already made up with Darius and Randy, so we'll see ..."  But at that
moment he was interrupted by loud voices coming from the garden below.

"No!  Stop right there asshole.  I wanna talk to you."

****************

They both went to the window and looked down.  "Jesus," Bob said.  "Looks
like you were right."  Jamie had apparently leapt out of the pool and,
naked and dripping wet, was confronting Pablo, who was obviously just home
from work, still wearing his mechanic's dungarees.

Jamie was yelling now.  "You fucked everything up, dude.  Just because
you're the boss's boy you think you can help yourself to whatever you want,
including Hassan.  He was mine ... mine and Mark's ... and you seduced him
like a whore and now he's been beaten up and everything's totally fucked."

Pablo was backing off.  "Hey, cool it, dude.  Just calm down for a minute
and we can talk.  Now listen, I know I screwed up big time and I've already
apologized to Randy and Darius."

"Oh, yeah, and I supposed they fucked that perfect ass you flaunt
everywhere and that made everything right."  Jamie started jabbing Pablo in
the chest.  "Well you've still gotta answer to me, dude.  Mark won't say
anything to you but I will.  And I'm gonna hurt you the same as your dad
hurt Hassan."

Mark watched in horror from the window.  "Jesus," he said to Bob.  "I gotta
get down there.  Jamie's no match for him ... Pablo will kill him."

He turned to leave but Bob grabbed him by the arm.  "I'm not so sure, Mark.
Wait up a bit.  Maybe the boys should sort this out for themselves."

What Bob had seen was Pablo backing away from Jamie.  The tough young kid
must have known he could beat Jamie in a fight, but he was holding out his
arms in a gesture of conciliation.  "Jamie, no.  I don't wanna fight you,
dude.  You're right, I did fuck everything up and I'm real sorry.  Let me
try to make it up to you."

Jamie hesitated, confused, his determination faltering.  Pablo pleaded, "I
want to make amends ... show you how bad I feel and ... and ... how much I
love you, dude."

Jamie watched as Pablo unbuckled his dungarees from one shoulder and let
them drop.  As always he was wearing nothing underneath.  He stepped out of
them and fell to his knees.  He fell forward onto his hands and began to
crawl toward the stunned boy.  Naked now, except for his work boots, the
beautiful young boy moved slowly forward on hands and knees.  No longer the
young tough he always pretended to be, he was degrading himself in
humiliating submission.

He reached Jamie, naked and still dripping wet, and gazed up at him.
"Dude, what I did was stupid, selfish.  I knew Hassan was your special
friend but I was too wrapped up in what I wanted ... too fucking arrogant.
Please, man ... I'm on my knees.  Let me show you we're still buddies."

Stunned, Jamie didn't move.  He looked down at the muscular guy kneeling
before him, saw the pleading look in his dark brown eyes.  Although Jamie
hesitated in confusion, one thing was sure ... his cock was getting hard at
the sight of the tough young stud on his knees.

Pablo saw it too.  He reached forward, grasped Jamie's cock and stroked it
gently until it was fully erect.  Then he leaned forward ... and slid his
mouth over it.  Slowly, evenly, he pushed his head forward until the head
of the cock rested against the back of his throat.  Jamie gasped as he felt
his cock bathed in the heat of Pablo's mouth.  His anger and hostility
dissolved, replaced by sensual pleasure that began to suffuse his body.

He sighed as Pablo pulled back, then eased forward again, letting the cock
fill his mouth until his face was buried in Jamie's damp, blonde pubic
hair.  He pulled back again and let the cock fall from his mouth.  He
lowered his face down to the balls, licked them, then used his hand to
stuff them in his mouth, pulling back on them so he stretched the scrotum.
Jamie moaned loudly and his naked body shuddered as the erotic sensation in
his balls raced down his legs and up through his entire body.

"Jesus," Mark said softly at the upstairs window.  "That is so fucking
hot."  He turned toward Bob and saw that he was already facing him.  The
lust that always lay just beneath the surface overflowed and their faces
came together in a hungry, probing embrace.  Both of them almost came to
orgasm in their pants, stirred by the sight of the impassioned boys and the
sweet taste of each other's mouth as their lips ground together.

To hold back their orgasm they pulled apart and turned to look through the
window again.  By now Pablo was working on Jamie with a frenzy they had
never seen in him before.  He rolled the balls round in his mouth, then
stretched one last time until they slid free.  He licked them frantically,
then buried his face into the curly pubic hair again.  He went lower,
running his tongue over Jamie's groin, over the sharp tan line, then down
over his thighs.

His eager tongue rose higher, back over the groin and up to the waist,
tasting, smelling, the smooth flesh.  "God, man, you are so fucking
beautiful," Pablo moaned.  He gently twisted Jamie's body round and gasped
..."and that ass, that beautiful ass!"  Again his tongue worked feverishly
over the pure white globes of the surfer's butt.  He pulled them apart and
stared at the hole, surrounded by soft wisps of blonde hair.

He couldn't hold back, and buried his face in the light fur, nuzzling it,
rubbing his cheeks in it.  He tasted and smelled the sweetness of the hole,
fresh from the pool, and licked the velvet membrane of the rim.  Then he
buried his tongue deep inside the hole and tasted the muskiness inside.
Pablo's own cock was roaring hard and he was close to shooting his load, so
he pulled his tongue out and twisted Jamie's body round again to face him.

He licked Jamie's waist, his groin, his legs ... everywhere except his
cock.  Deliberately he avoided it, grazing the head lightly with his
tongue, sending Jamie into a welter of desire.  Pablo knew that he was
driving Jamie wild and he raised his head.  "Come on, dude, you know you
want it.  You know you want it in my mouth again.  Let me make you cum,
Jamie.  Show me how much you love me ... how much you forgive me."

That was his mistake.  They were the wrong words to use.  Suddenly
something snapped inside Jamie, breaking the erotic trance he was in.
`Love him?  Forgive him?!'  After everything Pablo had done, ruined
everything for him with Hassan?  He realized that Pablo had been using his
sexual skills on him the same as he had with Hassan.  And he was supposed
to be seduced as Hassan had been!

"NO!" he yelled.  "You fucker.  I know what you're doing.  You can't
fucking seduce me into forgiving you, asshole.  I hate you for what you did
and I'm gonna hurt you!"

Jamie clamped his hands round Pablo's head and yanked it forward.
Startled, Pablo opened his mouth and it was impaled on Jamie's rigid cock
as it plunged ferociously to the back of his throat.  Jamie pushed the
boy's head back, then pulled it forward again, hard against him.  He was
pushing the face back and forth onto his stiff rod, harder and harder,
hammering the throat as he smiled with satisfaction at the choking, gagging
sound of the tortured boy.

And so began the most savage face-fuck Jamie had ever given or Pablo had
ever received.  Again and again the cock pistoned inside the ravaged mouth
as Pablo screamed into the gag and his eyes streamed with tears.

At the upstairs window Bob and Mark were mesmerized.  Mark murmured, "God,
that's incredible.  He turned to Bob.  "Oh man ... I want that.  I want it
from you, man."  Then, as if it hadn't been said, they looked through the
window again to see the climax of the spectacle below.

Pablo's face was still being battered by Jamie's merciless cock as the
boy's hips smashed forward again and again against the face that was held
helpless in the vise of his grip.  Pablo was in a vortex of pain ... it
felt as if his throat was being ripped apart.  And yet he was determined to
take the punishment like a man, the only way he could absolve himself in
the eyes of his young friend.

Jamie was now in an ecstasy of erotic revenge ... a volcano that had to
erupt.  His body was on fire as it flexed hard, moving with the speed of a
piston.  His cock was burning and the flames spread down his legs and up
over his pulsing body.  "This is it, asshole," he screamed.  "This if for
Hassan... and for me... aagh!"

It was as if his whole body exploded inside Pablo's mouth.  Semen poured
from his cock and Pablo tried desperately to swallow the hot liquid that
was choking him.  Suddenly, mercifully, the cock pulled out and Pablo
looked up, coughing and gagging, with cum pouring from his mouth.  But
Jamie wasn't finished ... there was still more pent-up vengeance.  His body
went rigid again and a second, bigger stream of cum blasted from his cock,
slamming into the face of the agonized boy.

Reflexively Pablo opened his mouth and semen poured into it, then into his
eyes, into his hair and over his face.  White creamed flowed down his face
onto his chest and stomach.  He was bathed in the semen of his young
friend, the juice of revenge.

***************

Upstairs there was silence as Bob and Mark faced each other.  The heat and
passion they had witnessed in the boys now held them in its grip and they
had to have release.  Mark repeated his earlier words.  "I need that, man
... from you."  Still in his full police uniform he dropped to his knees
before the man he had loved since he first saw him.  As if in a trance Bob
yanked open the buttons of his jeans and pulled out his raging cock.

Mark looked up at him and opened his mouth, welcoming in the long shaft
that pushed quickly into his throat.  It was not as savage as the face-fuck
they had just witnessed, but just as impassioned.  It was the visual image
that turned them on most.  Bob looked down at the glorious, Nordic-blonde
cop, with his stunning face and perfect physique straining under his
uniform shirt.  Bob's T-shirt was sticking to him so he pulled it off.

Mark was hypnotized by the sight of the sculpted Superman features of the
muscular-god standing over him, stripped to the waist, a gentle smile in
his soft brown eyes.  He heard the deep, soothing voice.  "Unlike the boys,
Mark, this is not revenge ... this is love, pure and simple.  You are so
fucking gorgeous, and I love you, man."  He began to move his cock in and
out of the cop's mouth with increasing speed.  He moaned as he felt Mark
clench his throat muscles round his cock ... and the two men were joined,
physically and spiritually.

"Let me see you cum, Mark.  Let me see you spill your juice, so I can cum."

Mark unzipped his uniform pants, pulled out his cock and stroked it as he
squeezed Bob's cock with his mouth and swallowed the pre-cum oozing out of
it.  He felt the sweat from his body soaking his uniform and felt the sweat
of Bob's face dripping down onto him.

It was sensual overload.  He felt his cock spasm, his body tense, and he
blasted a long ribbon of semen across the floor in front of him.
Involuntarily he clenched his throat muscles harder as he felt Bob's hot
juice pouring into his mouth.  He swallowed the sweet juice in huge gulps
as if it were nectar from a god.

When they were both drained dry Mark got to his feet and threw his arms
round Bob's naked torso as their mouths clamped together and they passed
back and forth Bob's juice still filling Mark's mouth.  Finally they
separated, paused, and looked down at the garden one last time.  "Jesus,
will you look at that," Bob said.

Jamie and Pablo were rolling over the lawn, their arms wrapped round each
other in a joyful embrace as they kissed each other's lips, eyes and face.
Revenge, animosity, confrontation had all evaporated.  The boys had
undergone a cleansing, a passionate reaffirmation of their relationship, a
friendship that they now knew could survive anything.

But suddenly this scene of reconciliation was shattered by a shout.  "OK,
guys, that's a wrap!"  It was Darius, charging from the house brandishing
his video camera.

The boys stood up in amazement.  "What the fuck...?" Pablo demanded.

"Dude, I got home just after you did and saw what was going down out here.
You didn't notice me `cause I guess you were ... well ... kind of busy."
So I went the back way upstairs into our room, grabbed my camera ... and
filmed the whole thing from up there.  Dudes!  You guys were spectacular.
You should do this for a living.  You'd make awesome porn stars."

Pablo took a step forward with an angry frown.  But when he saw the
wide-eyed enthusiasm on his lover's face, his irrepressible sense of fun,
Pablo's frown disappeared, replaced by a smile, then uncontrollable
laughter.  Jamie joined in, in a joyful celebration of friendship renewed.
Soon the boys had their arms round each other and they were walking toward
the house.

"Let's go see the movie!" Darius yelled.

At another upstairs window Bob and Mark were also laughing.  "Pity, Mark
said.  "We don't have a movie of our own. "

"No," Bob grinned.  "But we do have a shower.  Care to join me?"

**************

The boys were still watching a replay of the action and Bob and Mark were
sitting at the poolside table in their shorts when Randy finally strode in
through the gate.  He flopped down on a chair at the table and, ever
vigilant, one of the twins ran out with a beer for him.

"Hell of a shitty fucking day," Randy growled, then took a restorative swig
of beer.  "Three big pieces of equipment out of service ... shitload of
work for Pablo.  Anyway, what have you guys been up to?"  As he gave them
his full attention he noticed the afterglow hovering round them.  "Uh-oh,
don't tell me," he grinned.  "Who fucked who?"

Bob loved that by now Randy was easy with the fact that Bob and Mark had
sex ... something he would have been punished for in the past.  "Well
nobody fucked anyone," Bob said, "though the officer here gives a
sensational blow job."

"Yeah, and you returned the favor in the shower as I recall," said Mark.

"But listen Randy," Bob said more seriously.  "Just now young Jamie
confronted Pablo about the Hassan thing and you'd be amazed at what your
boy did."  He explained the way Pablo had reacted to Jamie's anger on his
knees, instead of responding with his fists as he usually did.  "He was
amazing the way he just took Jamie's cock, pounding into his face, when we
all know he could have dropped Jamie with one blow."

Randy had a big satisfied smile on his face.  "That's my boy, he said.
Finally learning that there are other ways of solving a problem than taking
a swing at it."

"Yeah," said Bob raising his eyebrows.  "Maybe he could teach his old man a
thing or two."

"OK, OK, asshole ... point taken.  Hell, I wish I'd seen it."

"You still can," Mark laughed.  "Darius filmed the whole thing."

"Damn, the punk never quits, does he?"

As if on cue they were interrupted by a sudden clatter of noise as the
three boys burst out of the house all talking over each other.  Randy stood
up and opened his arms to Pablo.  "Come here kiddo," he said, taking him
into a bearhug.  "I heard what you and Jamie did and I gotta tell you I'm
damn proud of you."

"The cameraman, too, sir," Darius protested, "don't forget about him.
"Sure the actors were hot, but it's me recorded it for prosperity."

"Posterity!" Bob sighed.  Darius grinned and shrugged, "Whatever ... sir."

Randy took Pablo's face in his hands.  "By all accounts, kiddo, you got
your face fucked but not your ass.  Now I've had a hot, hard day that's
left me sweaty and all wound up.  And there's only one remedy for that.
Gotta find me a perfect piece of ass."

"No problem there, sir," said Pablo with his rascal grin.  Randy threw his
arm over his shoulder and they went into the house.

****************

A bit later they were all sitting at the outdoor table and the twins were
starting to bring out dinner.  Zack came through the gate and joined them,
and Mark gave him a searching look.

"How is he?" he asked softly.

"Doing great," Zack said.  "Hassan's real tough, resilient.  Seems he can
bounce back from a beating with only a few bruises to show for it ... like
another tough guy I know."  He looked at Randy who shifted uneasily in his
seat.

Since his brutal confrontation with Randy Hassan had taken a few days sick
leave and was recovering in Zack's house, under the tender care of Zack and
the twins.  Mark visited often, and had long, intense conversations with
Hassan, some of them including Jamie.  Bob also dropped in to chat, and
Hassan was impressed by his gentle, non-judgmental manner, not to mention
his stunningly beautiful face and physique.  And not to be outdone, Darius
of course ran in and out, a welcome dash of humor and energy for the
recovering soldier.

All in all Hassan found himself increasingly attracted to this
great-looking, extraordinary bunch of guys.  The only ones who did not come
by were Randy and Pablo.  The psychological wounds there were still too
raw.  Despite the brutal punishment he had dished out Randy still simmered,
torn between residual resentment and a grudging respect for the man's
masculine beauty, rugged strength and independence, the qualities he most
admired in a man.

Pablo too was still conflicted.  His painful experience with Hassan in
Oceanside had soured him, and yet, if he were totally honest, he still
could not get over the physical and sexual attraction that the handsome
soldier radiated.

Anyway, the subject of Hassan was dropped, the twins sat down to eat with
the rest of them and the meal was its usual noisy, boisterous affair.  The
boys especially were even more lively than usual as they rehashed the
events of the past few days, and especially of that afternoon.  Darius of
course took the lead, his mounting exaggerations met with mocking laughter.

But then something happened that slowly caused the noise to die down as
each man in turn looked up toward the gate.  Darius, chattering
obliviously, was the last to notice anything "...'course they say the
camera never lies, but if you're good you can..." and then even his voice
trailed off as he looked up in astonishment.

It was Hassan.  He had quietly come through the gate and was now standing a
short way from the table facing them all.  Nine pairs of eyes focused on
him in stunned silence and none of the men could deny the tremor that ran
through them as they gazed on the gorgeous muscle-stud, barefoot in
military fatigue pants and a white tank-top stretched over his perfect
torso.  Many cocks grew stiff under the table.

The silence was broken by Hassan himself, speaking rather formally in his
accented, lilting voice.  "Gentlemen, I must apologize for intruding on you
all, but before I leave tomorrow I wanted to say a few words of parting.
My stay with you was forced upon me" (he glanced at Randy) "but now that I
have got to know most of you better I'm glad it was.  I have come to like
and admire your extraordinary group and, had circumstances been otherwise,
I would have enjoyed spending time with you.  My introduction to you was,
of course, rocky right from the start..."

"No kidding," murmured Darius, who received a clip round his head from Zack
and glaring looks from the others.

Hassan could not help smiling slightly at the interruption.  "Before I
leave I have to thank Zack and the twins especially for taking such good
care of me."  The twins blushed.  "Thanks also to Bob who I know did a lot
behind the scenes to smooth the waters I churned up.  And to Darius for his
humor, that made me laugh even when I was still in pain.  And my heart, of
course, goes out as always to Mark and to his boy Jamie, both of whom I
have come to love deeply."

There was an uneasy shuffling round the table and a few moist eyes as
Hassan concluded.  "I will return to my base tomorrow afternoon, and I have
to tell you that I will leave with a heavy heart.  But I realize that my
presence among you is disruptive and undesirable to at least one of you, so
I will not return.  I hope it is not presumptuous of me to wish you all the
best for the future of your beautiful group ... dare I say family?  I will
remember you long after I have gone."

He gazed at them for a long moment, during which the only sound was the
rustle of the trees.  Then he turned and walked slowly toward the gate.

"WAIT!"  The bellowing voice was Randy's who had shot to his feet.  Hassan
turned round and Randy strode up to him.  "Now wait just a goddamn minute.
You came in here days ago without my approval, caused a shitload of
trouble, and now you turn your back and walk out on us just like that?
Well fuck you, man.  You'll leave when I say you can."

Hassan smiled broadly.  "Randy, I respect your position here as boss, and I
should perhaps have sought your approval before coming here.  But I do not
... I certainly do not ... need your permission to leave."

Randy was taken aback by the resolute authority, and obvious truth, of
Hassan's words.  Even Randy realized how arrogantly stupid his own words
had been and he backed off a bit.  He was not sure why, but he didn't want
Hassan to leave.  There was something ... something ... missing,
incomplete.

He made an effort to regain his composure.  "You say ... you say you want
to spend time with us ..."

"I would have liked to yes, but ..."

Randy's eyes bored into his.  "Look, man, I didn't like you when you came
and maybe I still don't, but ... I have to ..."  He faltered.

"... you have to assert your authority," Hassan completed his sentence for
him.  "I respect that, Randy.  I would do the same if I were in your place.
And I know just how I would do it."

A flash of recognition passed between them, master to master, and a slight
smile crossed both their faces.  "We are very much alike, you and I,"
Hassan said.  Very much.  Maybe too much.  We shall see."

The men round the table watched mesmerized as the two magnificent males
faced each other, a mutual understanding taking silent root.  Suddenly
Randy called out, "Darius.  I want a record kept of this for everyone to
see.  You know what to do."

Thrilled, Darius reached under the table and pulled out his camera.  "Right
here, boss.  Always carry it with me."  He leapt up and circled the two men
at a distance with the camera to his eye.

Randy turned his attention back to Hassan and growled, "Get ready, stud."
There was a collective gasp in the group as Hassan slowly pulled off his
tank, his eyes still riveted on Randy's.  As the soldier stood there
stripped to the waist Randy was again taken aback by the beauty of the
man's perfect physique ... broad shoulders, muscular arms and flared lats
sloping down, past washboard abs to a trim waist.  He was a perfect
specimen of a man.

Hassan smiled at Randy, unbuttoned his pants and let them fall.  He stepped
neatly out of them and raised his arms sideways, palms facing forward in a
gesture of conciliation.  There was another gasp from the guys at the table
as they watched the spectacular tableau taking shape before them.  The
naked soldier at last lowered his eyes from Randy's and sank slowly to his
knees.

"Pablo," Randy shouted.  "Tell me again, boy.  How many times did this man
fuck your ass?"

Pablo opened his eyes wide with surprise, but stood up and managed to say
firmly, "Twice sir ... but it was all my ..."  Randy silenced him with a
raise of his hand.  Pablo sat down again next to Bob who put his hand round
his shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Don't worry, Pablo.  It's not about
you anymore ... this is all about the two of them."

They watched as Randy leaned down, put his hand under Hassan's chin and
raised his head, so their eyes met once again.  "Hassan, one thing you
should know about me is that I believe in the punishment fitting the crime
... an eye-for-an-eye and a fuck-for-a-fuck.'  You took my boy away from me
and fucked him twice.  So that does it."  He put his foot against Hassan's
chest and pushed firmly enough to send him falling onto his back.

He looked down with admiration "I gotta say, man, you look pretty fucking
spectacular lying there naked on the ground.  But I gotta do this ... gotta
see what you're made of, stud."

Suddenly things moved into high gear as Randy ripped his T-shirt from his
body, kicked off his boots and dropped his jeans.  He stood for a moment
towering naked over Hassan ... commanding, magnificent.  Then he dropped to
his knees and pulled Hassan's legs over his shoulders.  He leaned forward
and pushed Hassan's arms upward on the ground, pinning his wrists into the
dirt so the man was helpless.

As Randy's body stretched above Hassan's their eyes met like dueling
lasers.  "So this is it, stud, just you and me at last, man to man.  You
knew it would come to this ... it had to ... always does when a man
challenges me.  The soldier fucked my boy.  Now the soldier's gonna get his
ass fucked by a man.  And this, soldier, is what it feels like.

Suddenly Hassan threw his head back and screamed as, in one savage move,
Randy pierced his ass with his thick, hard rod.  The pain shot through
Hassan's body as it writhed in agony, twisting desperately in a futile
attempt at escape.  Randy's hips rose up high, then fell forward with brute
force, burying the steel pole even deeper into the soldier's gut.

Hassan had been fucked occasionally in the past, especially by Mark, but he
had never felt anything like this.  He was not just being fucked ...his
body was being brutally impaled on a burning steel rod, pistoning in his
ass.  He was screaming, struggling to get free, but his wrists were held in
a vise and he was being hammered into the ground.  And all the time that
face ... those wild, burning eyes staring down at him.  As the battering
intensified he thought for a moment he would pass out, but he was
determined not to give in to the merciless power of this man.

He stared up into the steel-blue eyes, set in the rugged, swarthy face,
black hair flying over it.  It was wild as a stallion, savage, relentless.
It was magnificent.  The gaze was hypnotic, piercing deep into him, down to
his naked soul.  And suddenly Hassan was transformed.  The blue eyes
flashed and he saw something in them beyond savagery, beyond retribution.
It was as if he became one with the spectacular maleness of this
extraordinary man.

He had never seen such rugged manhood and he was exhilarated by it,
spellbound ... proud to be its captive, to have his body invaded by it.
The agony in his ass diminished, fading into an erotic mix of ecstasy and
pain.  It was all the same, everything blended into the blinding sense of
being overpowered by this glorious man.  Then he heard the hypnotic voice.

"That's it, man.  Now you know ... now you know who I am, why I'm the boss.
You feel that?  Look into my eyes and tell me what you want, man.  You're a
fucking beautiful stud, a glorious man, but you're gonna submit to your
master.  Tell me!"

Hassan heard his own voice, as if coming from a distance.  "Yes, sir.  I
want it.  I want you, sir. I've never seen a man like you.  You're
magnificent.  Please fuck my ass, sir.  Hurt me, thrash me, let me feel
your body on me, inside me.  I submit to you man.  You're the master."

As Randy heard these words, looked into the exotic face of his beautiful
captive, he too was transformed.  Suddenly he no longer wanted to hurt the
man, to take revenge.  He wanted ... he wanted to make love to him!  He
stopped moving, paused, then began easing in and out of the man's ass
gently, aware for the first time of the warm, velvet membrane sliding past
his cock.

He said softly, "Your first fuck is ended, man ... this is the second.  And
oh man, it's the best.  No more pain, no more punishment.  Just this,
Hassan.  Jesus, you feel sensational ... you have the most incredible ass.
You are so fucking beautiful, man."

Hassan's body was shuddering with the elation of being overpowered by this
spectacular muscle-god.  Arrogant, irrational, impulsive he may be, but the
man was an icon of raw masculinity.  And as Hassan watched the muscular
body rise and fall over him he had never wanted so much to submit to
another man.

Randy was smiling at him.  "You're one of us now man.  And you're gonna
prove it.  I'm gonna make you do what I've made every man do who came here
wanting to join us."

"Anything, man," Hassan groaned.  "I'll do anything for you.  Tell me,
order me."

"Simple.  You're gonna cum for me.  While I pin you to the ground, while I
fuck your ass, you're gonna shoot a massive load all over that gorgeous
face and body of yours.  You're gonna do it the moment I tell you."

"Yes, sir," breathed Hassan.  It wasn't so much the exquisite feeling in
his ass as the spellbinding look in the steely eyes, the eyes that drew him
in, hypnotized him, so his one desire was to please him.  He was swimming
in those eyes as he heard the voice again.

"OK, man.  Now I'm gonna pour my juice inside that magnificent body.  And
when I do that you're gonna join with me, man to man, and shoot your load."

Hassan felt the rod pulse in his ass, felt hot liquid pouring deep inside
him.  He stared up wildly, saw the blue eyes flash, and he screamed "I love
you, man."  His body jolted and his cock exploded with a gushing stream of
white semen that shot up into his face and over his gleaming chest, again
and again, in an orgasm that seemed to last for eternity.

************

Randy pulled his cock out and leapt to his feet.  His chest heaving, sweat
pouring off him, he gazed down in triumph at the naked warrior whose body
he had impaled in a dazzling display of domination and desire.  He reached
down to him, Hassan reached up and their hands joined.  In one strong
movement Randy pulled him up and into his arms, grinding their mouths
together.

They turned round and round in a bear hug, kissing hungrily, two
magnificent men joined in the revelation of newfound admiration and
passion.  They were lost in the unique world they shared, oblivious of all
else ... until they became slowly, dimly aware of a sound.  It was
applause.  All the men were on their feet, shouting, whistling, applauding
in recognition of the breathtaking demonstration of sexual prowess they had
just witnessed.

Suddenly a voice shouted louder than all the others.  "CUT!"  Darius, of
course, lowering his camera.  "OK, people, that's a wrap.  And that one's
gonna win an Oscar."

**************

After the two men had cleaned off in the pool, toweled dry and pulled on
their clothes, they walked to the table and, ceremonially, Randy pulled out
a chair and waved his hand toward it.  Hassan took the place he had earned
at the table between Mark and Jamie, and felt Mark's arm curl round his
neck.  "Incredible, man," Mark whispered.  "I love you."

"Me too, sir," added Jamie with a proud grin.

Randy resumed his seat next to Bob, unsure of his reaction.  But he need
not have worried.  Bob turned to him with shining eyes.  "You
son-of-a-bitch," Bob smiled.  "You are one hell of a man.  You never cease
to amaze me ... and excite the hell out of me.  So you broke in another
member of the group.  It was so fucking hot.  Man, you turn me on!"

"Good," grinned Randy.  "Because you're next.  I'm all fired up now, like a
bull in heat."

"Just the way I like you," laughed Bob.

Randy put his arm round his neck.  "And I'm gonna give you a night you'll
never forget.  Because, buddy, whoever else comes into our lives, no matter
how fucking gorgeous they are, it's you I love, man.  Only you."

************

Before the group broke up for the night Mark stood up.  "Guys, tonight
Hassan will sleep with Jamie and me before he goes back to Pendleton.  And
I have something to tell you.  I want to demonstrate once and for all my
respect for Hassan and the trust I have in him, so the three of us have
been talking."

Jamie was looking up at him with a gleam in his eye as Mark continued.  "In
a week's time Hassan has to make a trip up to Vandenberg Air Force Base for
a quick visit.  He's gonna drop in here on the way up, pick up Jamie and
take him with him.  Jamie's all for it.  Hassan will drop him off in Santa
Barbara for a few hours surfing, which is great up there, and then he'll
come back for him and they'll spend the night in a hotel."

There were murmurs of surprise all round.  "OK, OK," Mark said.  "I know it
sounds a bit like a replay of Pablo's trip to Pendleton, but that's the
point.  I want to purge the demons from that episode in entrusting my boy
to Hassan."  He paused.  "OK, that's all.  Sleep well, you guys."

As they all walked toward the house Bob said quietly to Mark, "You quite
sure about all this, buddy?"

"Sure I'm sure.  Jamie loves the idea and he'll be perfectly safe with
Hassan.  And besides, I have a surprise in store for Jamie.  Something
that's gonna blow his mind."

Bob smiled at him.  "You're crazy about that kid, aren't you Mark?"

"Mad about him," Mark said.  "He's my boy."

**************

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength ... Part 110"