Date: Wed, 2 Oct 2013 02:14:33 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 176 by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 176
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  Jamie feels the after-effects of his bad behavior.  First the young blond
surfer gets worked over by Mark's buddy.  "The cop watched in awe as the
shirtless muscle-god fireman ploughed the young surfer, staked naked to the
ground."  But Doctor Steve also blames Mark and prescribes his punishment.
"Jamie gazed in horror at the spectacular cop, his half-naked body
straining in bondage, muscles flexing to absorb the pain."

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


A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 176 – "Punishment For Mark & Jamie"

Mark and Jamie had reconciled.  After Jamie's shocking behavior on the
beach, where he had used drugs and allowed himself to get fucked, Mark had
been determined to break all ties with his boy.  But then he had read
Jamie's farewell letter to him that moved him to tears.  Mark had tracked
him down to the seedy motel Jamie had fled to – the same motel, the same
room, where Randy and Bob had first met and fallen in love and where Mark
and Jamie were now reunited in a passionate celebration of their mutual
desire.

Now, oblivious of their shabby surroundings, they lay side by side in
physical and emotional exhaustion, their heartbeats matching, their chests
rising and falling together.  After the agonizing last few days Jamie was
now in heaven as he rested his head on Mark's arm stretched behind his
neck.  But he was still half afraid that heaven would disappear.  Seeking
reassurance he said quietly, "Sir, do you really mean that I am still your
boy?"

Mark turned his head to face him.  "Jamie, this is real – all the rest
was bullshit – fake – started off by what you did and then inflated
by my stupid ego that made me blind to the hurt you were feeling.  But
there are still things to work out, Jamie – still a few hills to climb."

"Oh, I know that, sir.  And the first thing that should happen is for you
to punish me.  I have to be punished, sir.  I need it."

"Yeah, you're right, kiddo, but you know I never was the kind of master to
whip his boy.  Being a cop cured me of that.  Anyway, first I want you to
go see Doctor Steve ... have as many therapy sessions with him as it takes.
His methods can be kind of weird but they do seem to work."  He grinned.
"Maybe he can devise some kind of punishment for me to give you."

"I'll do anything, sir – whatever it takes to try to make amends and
prove I'm worthy to be your boy again."

"I know kiddo.  There's a way to go still, but from now on we'll be facing
the future together."  Jamie snuggled against his master and soon, in this
bleak little room, they were asleep.

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

"Hey, Jamie ... wake up."  It sounded like Mark's voice but in that
frightening space between sleeping and waking Jamie was half dreaming that
Mark had gone and that he was no longer his boy.  Had he heard the voice or
was it a dream, a nightmare of loneliness?  In a panic he suddenly sat bolt
upright and blinked in the dimness of the room, his face bathed in sweat.

Then he heard it again.  It must be real.  "Hey, hey, it's me, kiddo.
Don't be scared – I'm here with you.  You don't ever have to be scared
again."

A wave of relief swept over Jamie as he looked into the smiling blue-gray
eyes of his master next to him, with his arm round his shoulder.  The
nightmare was over.  It really was Mark ... he had taken him back.  He was
safe.

"Come on, kid, we slept for an hour but now let's get the hell out of here.
This room has been good to us, as it was for Bob and Randy, but enough's
enough.  I wanna take you home."

`Take him home!'  Those words were like music to Jamie and almost brought
him to tears.  But no, there had been enough tears, so he smiled and said,
"Yes, sir.  Please take me home."

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

At the house the twins were about to serve dinner in the garden as usual,
but they held off.  Nobody was in the mood to eat as they waited in anxious
suspense for word from Mark.  As usual in this house, the whole sequence of
events was known to all ... Mark's determination to dump Jamie, then the
shock of the letters and Jamie's flight, Nate's tearful disclosure of where
Jamie had gone and Mark's sudden pursuit of him.

What did it all mean?  Could it be that Mark was so moved by the letter
that he would soften?  Unlikely, as they had all witnessed Mark's
implacable rage and his insistence that Jamie could no longer be his boy.
The boys huddled together and spoke in hushed tones, with Darius as usual
giving his authoritative opinion.  The men spoke little, drank a lot.  They
sympathized with Mark after what Jamie had done, even if some of them
privately thought the cop's reaction had been overly harsh, a product of
his wounded ego.

The minutes ticked by and Randy was on the point of ordering dinner when
they heard the crunch of tires on the gravel outside.  There was a pregnant
silence as every man and boy held his breath.  Young Eddie actually had his
fingers crossed behind his back.  Every eye was focused on the gate.

A truck door slammed ... one or two? ... and they waited.  The gate opened
and in walked Mark, shirtless in just his uniform pants.  And...?  They
waited ...  And in came Jamie, wearing only his shorts.  He stood beside
Mark, who threw his arm over his shoulder, and their faces broke into broad
smiles.  Like one man the whole group got to its feet and the cheers were
deafening.

Impulsively the boys ran to Jamie and smothered him in a boisterous group
hug.  Nate was especially effusive as he threw his arms round him and said
in his thick Aussie accent.  "Good on ya, mate.  That was quite a scare you
gave us, but I knew you'd come back."  Eddie hugged Jamie shyly and said,
"I had my fingers crossed for you, Jamie."  Darius grabbed his ever-present
camera and filmed the chaotic scene – definitely a moment in the house's
history to be remembered.

The reaction of the men was less rowdy but no less warm.  Mark walked over
to them and Randy was the first to stretch out his arm and grasp Mark's
hand tightly.  "Good job, big guy.  Same motel wasn't it?  Same room?
Yeah, I thought so.  It sure worked for me and my man all that time ago,"
grinning over at Bob.  Zack was next to pump Mark's hand. "Way to go,
buddy.  He's a great kid."  Mark smiled.  "Yeah, but for a while there I
forgot just how great."

Mark threw his arm over Adam's shoulder and said, "That boy of yours is
terrific, Adam.  Nate was a big help to me ... put me in my place several
times too Sure has that Aussie spunk, like you.  He's a real good friend
for Jamie."  Finally Mark turned to Bob and folded him in his arms.  "Man,
I can never thank you enough for what you did – nudging me out of my
wounded pride and back to sanity.  I love you, man – you're a great
guy."  He held him at arm's length.  "Not bad looking either in the right
light."

There was a burst of laughter, but for Randy the meet-and-greet was over.
Randy was not a kumbaya kind of guy.  So, practical as ever, he shouted,
"Hey, twins, whatever happened to dinner?  I'm fucking starving to death
here."

It was, predictably, a raucous meal, with the boys talking over each other,
trying to get the whole story out of Jamie.  Despite Darius's protestations
Jamie would not discuss the foolishness of his drug use, nor his letters to
Bob and Mark, as they were strictly private – between him and them.  But
he talked with animated delight about his reconciliation with Mark in the
motel room, as he wanted to re-live that moment again and again.

The men talked in more level tones about what came next.  "First thing,"
Mark said, "is Jamie has to have some therapy sessions with Steve to talk
out this drug use thing.  "I know now that it was a one-off craziness, but
just to prevent it from ever rearing its head again I want Steve to do
whatever it takes to make sure."

"Huh," Randy grinned, "my brother uses some in pretty crazy techniques
himself, so you better be prepared for that."

"I said, `whatever it takes'," Mark ginned back, "and I'll tell Steve that.
I'm also hoping that after Steve has talked to Jamie he can come up with
some kind of punishment I can give Jamie.  The boy really wants it and
needs it to prove how sorry he is for what he did."

"There's something else too, isn't there?" asked Bob, as astute as ever."

"Well, it's just that I still can't rid my mind of that squalid picture of
Jamie on the beach, high as a kite with that scumbag's dick in his ass.  It
gnaws away at me.  But I've thought of a way of trying to obliterate it.
It won't be Jamie's punishment, though, far from it.  Also, it'll have the
extra advantage of giving pleasure to Jamie, make up for the asshole I've
been, and prove to him that he really is on the road to forgiveness."

"Wow, quite a tall order," said Adam with a lascivious smile.  "Wish I
could watch."

"Not his time, buddy.  This is just between me and Jamie ... and one other
guy."

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

That night, after they had made love in their own bed for the first time
since the crisis, Mark repeated to Jamie what he had said to the guys at
dinner.  Jamie winced and blushed deeply when Mark mentioned the image that
haunted him of Jamie on the beach and he murmured for the umpteenth time,
"I'm sorry, sir."  Mark pulled him tighter in his arms to reassure him.

"Anyway," Mark said gently, "I gotta get rid of that memory, and I think I
know a way.  Tomorrow, after work I don't want to find you naked on the bed
as you usually are, waiting for my dick in your ass."  Jamie looked
startled, but Mark chuckled, "Don't worry kiddo, I'll always want your ass
when I get home, that's not gonna change, but just this once I have other
plans for us.  As soon as I've finished work I'm gonna take you out
somewhere special and we'll see if my plan works.  This is not your
punishment yet, though.  That'll come later."

The next morning Jamie reported for work in the upstairs office, where Bob
was seated at his computer.  He swung round and smiled.  "Welcome back,
Jamie.  We have a lot of work to catch up on."  Jamie was blushing
nervously.  "Yes, sir.  I'm sorry that in the last few days my heart wasn't
in my work and I let things slide, but I promise I'll..."

"I know you will, Jamie.  Come here."  Bob stood up and took Jamie in his
arms.  Jamie nestled into his shoulder and said, "Sir, I want to thank you
for everything you did to help Mark and me.  I'm not sure what you did, but
I know that the only person Mark would ever take advice from is you, so you
must have done a whole lot to smooth things over.  I love you, sir, and I'm
glad to be back."

After that little speech Jamie sat at his computer determined to back up
his words with action.  So began a day of intense work without even a break
for lunch.  Jamie ran down to the kitchen to grab a sandwich to eat at his
desk but the twins said they would bring him up a lunch tray.  Throughout
the recent days of drama Kyle and Kevin had hovered in the background,
Bob's shadows as always, aware of almost everything that was happening.
Thrilled that their friend Jamie was back, they wanted to do everything
they could to ease his return to the house.

"Wow," Bob said when he came back from his day's work as Senior Vice
President of his big financial services company and looked over the work
Jamie had done.  You must have grown another pair of hands to get through
all this.  Thanks for all your hard work, Jamie.  I'm proud of you."
Praise from Bob was music to Jamie's ears and he blushed again.  "Now," Bob
grinned, "shouldn't you be getting back to your room, ready for Mark?
He'll be home soon."

"No, sir, not today.  Mark said as soon as he comes in he's taking me out
somewhere."

"Ah, yes, that," Bob grinned conspiratorially.  "I forgot.  Well, enjoy,
Jamie.  I'm sure you will."

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

Shortly after that Mark came home and, true to his word, without even
stopping to take off his police uniform, drove Jamie away in his truck.
With the memory still fresh in his mind of the last time Mark had driven
him off like this, when he thought he was being sent away, Jamie shuddered.
"Don't worry, kiddo," Mark smiled, "putting his free arm round his shoulder
... "I know what you're thinking of but all that's over.  And this time
you're gonna like where I'm taking you."

It wasn't a long drive – down the hill, across Figueroa and down into
the rustic surroundings of the Arroyo Seco.  They pulled up at a house
Jamie recognized.  It was Jason's.

Jamie relaxed and even felt his cock stiffen as he thought of the gorgeous
young firefighter who had become a close friend of theirs, and who had
already joined them in some pretty hot sexual action.  Mark explained that
Jason had been out working a fire but would be home soon.  They got out of
the truck and Mark produced a key to open the gate.

Jamie frowned in surprise, not knowing that Jason had given Mark a key.
Mark noticed this and, once inside the garden, pulled Jamie down onto a
bench at the table and sat facing him. He reached over the table and took
Jamie's hands in his.

"Jamie, there's something we need to talk about.  While I was being so mad
at you Bob said something that really hurt ... but it was true.  He
reminded me that I had been spending a lot of time away from you ... with
Bob, but also with Jason.  See, he even gave me a key so I could let myself
in.  Bob said you probably knew that I had sex with Jason – even that
day I was late home and you stayed over at the beach – the start of all
our troubles.  Bob said you were probably hurt, and that's one reason you
did what you did.  Made me feel guilty as hell, kiddo."

"No, sir," Jamie protested, "it wasn't like that.  Well, sure, I guessed
you were having sex with Jason but I thought that was kinda hot ... you're
both such spectacular men, after all.  It's just... well I wished you would
sometimes have included me too, sir ... at least let me watch.  I mean, I
think Jason kinda likes me."

"Kinda likes you!"  Man, he's crazy about you.  OK, so today you get your
wish.  I had a long phone conversation with Jason today and filled him in
on all the details.  But right now I gotta get you ready for when Jason
gets home from work.  Won't be long now."

"Anything you say, sir.  Anything at all."

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

Mark was sitting at the table sipping a beer, his uniform shirt unbuttoned
down to his waist, flapping open showing a wide expanse of his white
T-shirt underneath, stretched over the slabs of his chest.  He knew it was
one of the looks that excited Jamie the most.  Finally a truck pulled up at
the gate and Jason walked in.  For as many times as Mark had seen him, he
was still awestruck by the sight of the gorgeous fireman, still bearing the
marks and sweat of firefighting.

As he often did, Jason had stripped off his shirt after he left work and he
was now naked to the waist except for the red suspenders holding up his
heavy yellow work pants.  He wore heavy-duty fireman's boots, and his
muscular torso gleamed with the sweat of his labors, smudged with grease
and smoke from the fire.  The chiseled muscle-god features of his stunning
face were similarly streaked with dirt and his tousled blond hair fell over
his forehead.  He was a breathtaking sight and Mark felt his cock get rock
hard in his uniform pants.

Mark walked over to him and the two men shook hands and pulled each other
close, chest to chest in a half hug.  "Hey, man," Mark said, "looking
hotter than ever.  Tough day, uh?"

"The worst," said Jason, "talking of hot," and he wiped his hand across his
chest then shook it, flicking the sweat to the ground.  "Thing is, fighting
fires gets the adrenaline going, makes me horny as hell.  I've still got a
raging hard-on under these pants.  Man, I could sure use a tight piece of
ass right now."  Suddenly he looked past Mark and his eyes opened wide.
"Shit damn, what have we got here?"  He walked forward and stood gazing
down at the ground.

Jamie was on his back naked.  Mark had driven two stakes into the ground on
either side of him and Jamie's arms were stretched sideways, wrists roped
to the stakes in a crucifixion pose.  He was helpless and it excited the
hell out of him.  He had gazed up and watched the uniformed cop and
shirtless fireman and their virile greeting.  Two blond
muscle-gods... didn't get more macho than that.  The sight of Jason wiping
the sweat from his chest had been highly erotic for Jamie, whose cock was
hard as steel, standing straight up like a tent pole.

"Hey," Jason said, "this the boy you were telling me about, Mark, the one
you caught wasted on drugs with some sleazeball surfer's dick in his ass?"
Jamie winced in embarrassment.  "Yeah, that's the one," Mark said.  "Thing
is, I can't get that picture out of my mind.  But you remember Randy's
`hair of the dog' theory ... you wake up with a hangover, the best cure is
another drink."

"Meaning you wanna see another dick up your boy's ass.  Man he's such a hot
young stud he can sure do better than some skanky stoner at the beach.  You
know what, buddy?  I think I can help you out here.  Look at that fucking
rod of his, already dripping pre-cum.  I'd say he's good and ready.  Hey
boy, let's see you get free."

This was a ritual that Mark always ordered up every time he had Jamie in
bondage as he loved to see him struggle.  Jason was no different.  "Oh
shit, man, I love to see that gorgeous young surfer in bondage.  Look at
that beautiful fucking body writhing, straining to get free.  Man that's
hot – gorgeous face, flying blond hair, and that cock!  Know what turns
me on the most? ... that tan line round his hips, the white strip against
his golden tan, that big rod rising up from the blond tangle of his pubic
hair.  Shit, man he's a beauty.  Pity that doper got to his ass, though.
Let's take a look.  Show me, boy."

Obediently Jamie bent his knees and raised his legs up high, putting his
ass on display.  "Oh, man, I gotta have that ass ... look at it ... those
perfect white globes."  Jamie looked up at the gorgeous, muscle-god fireman
gazing down at him, pecs flexing under the red suspenders stretched over
his chest and shoulders.  Jamie could have busted a load just looking at
him, but he knew he had to wait.

Jason fell to his knees between Jamie's legs and pushed them further back.
"So, boy, seems you got stoned on the beach and let this guy fuck your ass.
You like dick up your ass, eh?"

"No, sir ... I mean yes, sir ... I mean," he blushed, "I mean it depends on
whose cock it is, sir."

"Oh, really?  Well how d'you feel about this one?"  He yanked open his
yellow work pants and pulled out a huge, thick rod, hard as steel.  Would
you go for this up your ass?"

Jamie was drooling.  "Yes, sir.  Please, sir."  But he hesitated and looked
up at Mark, standing just behind Jason, legs astride, arms folded across
his chest, shirt wide open.  "But I mean, if it's OK with you, sir.  I mean
... I'm not sure if ..."  Jamie was no longer quite sure what was going on
and was being extra careful not to make Mark angry with him.

"It's what I want, boy," came Mark's deep voice.  "I need to forget the
sight of you on the beach with that loser's limp dick in your
ass... replace it with the sight of a hot buddy of mine fucking you
instead.  So go for it, Jason.  Fuck him good.  Make it hurt.  Show him
what a real fuck is."

"No problem, man," said Jason, grinning down at Jamie.  "This boy I could
fuck all night.  Here goes, kid.  You ready?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you sir."  Jamie still kept glancing at Mark, making sure
this is what he wanted.  He saw Mark's hand rubbing the rough serge of his
uniform pants over his bulging cock.

Jason pushed Jamie's legs even farther back and lowered his head, burying
his face in the tangle of soft blond fur round his warm hole.  He breathed
in deeply, savoring the musky taste and scent of the young ass.  Then he
pushed his tongue into the hole and licked the warm membrane inside.
Suddenly he pulled his head back and howled.  "Man, I love this ass!"

Holding both Jamie's feet up high with his left hand Jason pushed two
fingers of his right hand into his own mouth, never breaking eye contact
with Jamie.  Then he pushed the fingers into Jamie's wet ass and twisted
them inside.  At the same time his natural narcissism took over and he
flexed the perfectly honed muscles of his chest, shoulders and arms, and
clenched his square jaw.  Knowing exactly how spectacular he looked, he
said, "So, kid, you sure you still wanna get fucked by a fireman?

He was driving Jamie wild and his cock was oozing pre-cum, close to orgasm.
"Yes, sir ... Please, sir.  Please put your dick in my ass, sir."

Jason threw Jamie's legs over his shoulders and leaned forward, clamping
his hands over the boy's biceps, staring down at his wide-eyed face.  Jamie
felt hot sweat drip from the rugged face onto his, felt the head of the
fireman's cock pressing against his asshole.  But again Jason teased him,
flexing his muscles and smiling down at him.

"Jeez, that's a lot of pre-jism dripping from your cock, boy.  Looks like
you're bursting to shoot your load just at the sight of me.  Looks pretty
hot, eh?  You like my body, kid?  That's one gorgeous fireman, and soon
you're gonna feel his big pole deep in your ass.  Is that what you want,
boy?"

Jamie was being driven crazy, waiting for the fireman to drive his shaft
inside him.  "Yes, sir ... I want it bad ... real bad.  Please, sir, I'm
begging you.  Please fuck me, sir, I...aaagh!"

The bound surfer felt a steel rod plunge into his ass and smash against the
hot membrane deep inside.  Instantly it pulled back and ... aaagh... it
slammed his ass again.  Jamie was reeling, puling desperately against his
restraints, when the cock drove deep a third time and ... aaagh ... this
time Jamie came, shooting a ribbon of cum high in the air, the hot pent-up
juice that had been bursting for release, splashing onto Jason's face and
chest.

Mark was watching in amazement as the shirtless fireman fucked the young
surfer, staked to the ground, making him cum with just three savage plunges
of his cock.  When Mark had first seen Jamie lusting to get fucked he had
still imagined him on the beach with another guy's dick in his ass.  But
the muscle-god fireman was so beautiful, so fucking hot, that all other
images were banished from Mark's mind and he gloried in the sight of his
own boy being gloriously fucked.  Mark's memory was finally purged of the
degrading image that had been plaguing it.

As he had watched in awe, Mark had been stroking the bulge under his pants
and now he dropped to his knees beside Jamie's head.  Coming out of his
trance Jamie opened his eyes and gazed up at the fireman's stunning
square-jawed face smiling down at him.  Then he turned his head and looked
up at the gorgeous cop kneeling beside him.

"That was great, boy," Mark said.  "Just what I needed to see.  Now here's
something else I need."  He unzipped his black uniform pants and pulled out
his rock-hard cock, the head already slick with pre-cum.  He began to
stroke it, all the while gazing at Jamie's face.  "Jamie, you're the most
beautiful boy I know and I'm proud that you're mine."  He grinned.  "But
that face of yours is too perfect and I have to mess it up a bit."

Jamie was feeling delirious as he looked from one man to the other ...  the
muscular, half naked fireman who still had his dick up his ass, and the
uniformed Greek-God cop stroking his huge shaft inches from his face.  The
boy's eyes were riveted on the hole at the tip of his master's cock as
pre-cum dripped from it.  Jamie heard Mark's breathing become ragged, heard
him yell, saw the hole open and juice spurt from it a split-second before
he was blinded by a flood of semen slamming into his face.  "Open your
mouth, boy!"  As he did so, Jamie felt hot jism pouring into it and he
swallowed it in huge gulps.

As the cum stopped flowing Jamie managed to open his eyes and saw through
the film of his master's cum the incredible sight of the cop and the
fireman with their mouths pressed against each other's in a macho kiss
between two rugged uniformed men.

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

"Hey, man, I haven't busted my load yet.  OK with you if I keep fucking
your boy?"  That was Jason, his stiff cock still resting deep inside
Jamie's ass.  "Sure thing, buddy," Mark grinned.  "It's what he wants.  I
know my boy."

Jason pushed the suspenders from his shoulder and let them drop, so now he
was completely stripped to the waist.  He grabbed Jamie's feet and pulled
his legs up high.  "OK, boy, you're gonna make the fireman shoot his load
in your ass.  I know you've just cum so this is gonna hurt more than usual
... and I wanna see you hurt.  You know me... I get off looking at gorgeous
men, especially a gorgeous man in bondage and in pain.  So do your thing,
boy."

Jason began fucking Jamie in earnest now, starting slow but quickly
building until his steel shaft was pile-driving the boy's ass.  And there
was no need for play-acting from Jamie.  This was real, the pain was real,
as the rugged fireman rammed his hips forward, his naked torso gleaming,
muscles rippling.

Jamie looked up at his bound wrists, tugging at them in a futile attempt to
free himself.  His body was writhing, his ass twisting to avoid the worst
of the onslaught from the fireman's cock.  Tears spurted from his eyes and
his head thrashed from side to side, his tousled blond hair flying.  It was
exactly what Jason wanted, the erotic sight of the virile young buck, his
surfer-tanned body bound naked, writhing in pain as the fireman's cock
pistoned inside his ass.

"Oh, yeah, boy, that's fucking gorgeous," Jason groaned.  The incredible
sight pumped more adrenaline into Jason and increased the force of his
fuck, his hips pounding, his cock jack-hammering the young ass.  "You look
spectacular boy, but now I wanna hear the pain.  I know you can't take much
more of my rod hammering you.  Tell me..."

Jason glanced quickly up at Mark for his approval and Mark nodded with a
grin.  Like he said, he knew his boy.  As Jamie writhed in pain, tugging at
the ropes, tears flowing from his eyes, he moaned to Jason.  "Sir, it
really hurts ... you're pounding my ass so bad I can't take any more.
Please, sir, cum inside me.  Make it stop, sir.  I'm begging you sir.
Please ..."

"You know how to make it stop, boy," Jason growled.  "When I see a
beautiful boy writhing in pain the thing that gets me off is when the pain
makes him scream and he shoots his load.  So look at me boy.  I'm so
fucking gorgeous just the sight of me makes guys cum.  Look at that body,
kid – rippling muscles, massive shoulders and biceps, sculpted chest and
the hard ridges of my abs.  The body's so fucking beautiful it makes me
blast a load all over the mirror.  Look at my face – rugged,
squared-jawed.  And those eyes, those blue eyes piercing you like lasers.
That's the most gorgeous fireman on the force, boy, and he's fucking you
ass.  And I know it's gonna make you lose your load, boy.  Now what do you
say?"

It was all true – and Jamie was mesmerized, so the pain faded and he
said, "You're so beautiful I love getting fucked by you, sir.  You're
making me cum, sir.  I can't hold back ... Aaagh!"  He screamed the scream
Jason wanted to hear and shot the load Jason wanted to see, and he felt the
cock inside him shudder and erupt in a flood of semen that poured deep
inside his ass.

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

A few minutes later Jason stood up, smiled at Mark and they shook hands.
"Thanks, big guy," Mark said.  "That's just what I needed to see.  If I
ever again think of a dick inside my boy's ass it'll be yours.  They both
looked down at the dazed, exhausted boy and Mark said, "Shit, man, watching
you plough that kid made me hard all over again.  Seems a pity to waste a
good boner, wouldn't you say?"

Jamie watched as Mark undid the last buttons of his shirt and pulled it
off.  He stood there in just his T-shirt, black uniform pants and high
motorcycle boots.  Mark too had his vain side (though not as extreme as
Jason's – no man's was) and flexed his muscles for Jamie.  He walked
round him and quickly untied his wrists, then knelt between his spread
legs.

His voice was gentle as he asked Jamie the question he always asked.  "Now,
I know you've been fucked raw by Jason and shot two loads ... but what do
you want now, Jamie?"

The reply was instant.  "I would like you to fuck me, sir.  I want to feel
your cock in my ass."

For the second time Mark pulled his hard dick out of his pants and with no
hesitation pushed it gently inside his boy's cum-slicked ass.  It slid in
easily and Mark moaned with pleasure as he pushed into the pool of Jason's
semen in the ass.  Knowing how sore Jamie's ass must be after Jason's
pounding Mark moved his cock gently, tenderly.  He smiled down at Jamie.
"So, you got off looking at Jason's body, uh?  Don't you wanna look at
mine?"

"Always, sir, but your T-shirt ..."  He stopped as he suddenly saw
something he had never seen before.  The T-shirt was an old one, the cotton
thin, and at the neck was a slight nick, a rip.  Jamie knew it was
deliberate and it was inviting.  He ran his hands over the thin cotton,
feeling first the shape of the ridged abs, then the bulging pecs, and he
finally curled his fingers over the neck-line.  He saw Mark's slight smile
and a nod and he pulled down on the shirt.

It tore easily, split all the way down the front to the heavy belt at
Mark's waist.  The cotton fragments hung from Mark's shoulders, exposing
the slabs of his chest, and Jamie gasped.  He loved seeing Mark in uniform,
or shitless or naked, but this ... Mark's perfect torso draped with thin
shreds of ripped T-shirt was the most erotic of all.  Mark smiled at him.
"You like that, boy?"

"Sir, it's ... it's beautiful, sir.  You're so beautiful sir, I could cum
just looking at ... I think I am gonna cum, sir.  Please help me, sir..."

"No sweat, kiddo.  Here, will this do the trick?  Aaah ..." He sighed
deeply and Jamie felt his master's juice flowing inside him.  And for the
third time that evening, Jamie shot another load that spurted upward and
soaked the ragged shreds of cloth clinging to the cop's chest.

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

The three men looked at each other in a numb silence.  Then they burst out
laughing as they realized they were all dripping with cum.  Fortunately
Jason's shower was large so they all showered together, though they had to
stop themselves from getting into another steamy three-way sex scene.
Jamie and Mark stayed for dinner and there was a buoyant feeling of
achievement round the table.

All of Mark's goals had been achieved.  He had given Jamie pleasure and
reassured him that he was an essential part of his life, even when (or
especially when) that involved sex with Jason.  And as he had watched his
buddy the fireman fucking his boy, Mark had finally, once and for all, been
able to purge his thoughts of the painful image of Jamie on the beach.  He
raised his glass and offered a toast to Jason and Jamie.  "But we're not
out of the woods yet, Jamie," he smiled.  "The next step for you is Doctor
Steve."

That step came soon.  Actually Mark had known Steve longer than the other
guys, having been treated by him when he separated from the military, with
the trauma of his capture and brutal interrogation, and his ensuing anger
issues.  It was Mark who had referred Randy to Steve for anger management
(with limited success, Randy being Randy – the first thing he had done
is fuck the therapist.)

Steve had received all the details of Mark's troubles with Jamie and
immediately grasped that their problems were multi-layered – not just
Jamie's adolescent dabbling in drugs.  But he hated to make deductions
based on third-hand information and suggested that Mark should accompany
Jamie to his first therapy session.

So it was that a couple of days later Mark and his boy walked into Steve's
office.  After a few of the usual pleasantries, Steve suggested that he
talk to them singly, with Jamie first.  So while Mark sat in the outer
office, Jamie faced Steve across his desk.  He tried to concentrate but was
distracted, as always, by the boner in his shorts that he always got in the
presence of the handsome doctor.

Steve let Jamie do all the talking at first, about the huge mistake he had
made and making a few half-hearted excuses.  "But," the boy concluded,
"there is no excuse, sir, and I know I still have to be punished.  I need
it, sir, real bad, to show Mark how sorry I am.  I'll do anything, sir –
have him tie me up and whip me – anything."

Steve sat thoughtfully, without much comment, then asked Jamie to step
outside and send Mark in.  But with Mark Steve was much more forceful.
"It's clear to me, Mark, that Jamie cannot begin to move forward from all
this until he gets the punishment he longs for.  I think I know best how to
do that, but first I've gotta say that there's plenty of blame to go around
here.  Jamie made a bad mistake, and boys tend to do that at his age.  He
supposedly had you to protect him but what did you do?  Turned your back on
him, decided to throw him out of your life.

"You totally over-reacted ... your pride and wounded ego took over.  And
man, that stunt you pulled with the tattoo – threatening to remove it –
that was real low man and not worthy of you.  Your anger consumed you and
you caused the poor boy a lot of grief on top of what he was already
feeling.  That kid worships you, Mark, and that's the way you treated him!
I've admired you a long time Mark, but this time you`ve disappointed me.
The other guys won't tell you this because they've always respected you,
but I'm your therapist so I can say what I like.

Anyway, the upshot of all this is that both of you deserve to be punished.
Now, I want to see Jamie in two days – not here in the office but at my
house.  And here's what I want to happen.  He explained his plan to Mark,
and the cop meekly agreed, chastened by Steve's tongue lashing that he knew
he deserved.

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

Two days later Jamie drove alone up to Steve's house.  He assumed he would
have another therapy session with Steve in his study, so he was surprised
when the doctor led him into the big room with mirrored walls that he and
his lover Lloyd used for working out and for heavy sex.  "OK," Steve said,
"so this is the punishment phase of your therapy, Jamie.  That's why I told
you to come here.  Strip off your clothes and sit in that chair."

Jamie obeyed willingly.  At last he was going to get the punishment he
craved, though he was disappointed that it was not Mark but Steve, his
therapist, who was apparently going to administer it.  His assumption was
confirmed when Steve made him rest his arms on the arms of the
straight-backed chair and he tied them down with lengths of cord.  Then he
knelt and tied Jamie's ankles to the chair legs.  "OK, now see if you can
get free."

Jamie struggled and pulled at his restraints but without success.  As Steve
watched the naked young surfer struggling in bondage, his ripped muscles
flexing, he felt his cock stiffen in his pants.  Hell, he thought to
himself, I can see why the cop fell in love with this young stud.  "OK,
that's enough," he said.  "Now I want you to think back, Jamie.  What do
you think is the main thing you should be punished for?  What do you think
hurt Mark the most?"

Jamie responded at once.  "Oh, I know what that was, sir ... seeing me on
the sand with that guy's dick up my ass.  Mark couldn't get it out of his
mind.  That was the worst thing."

"Dead right, Jamie.  You can't really imagine how deeply that wounded Mark.
Now, my brother Randy, no stranger to dishing out punishment, always says
that the punishment should fit the crime.  And that's what we're gonna do
here today."  Steve looked upward to a beam in the ceiling and Jamie
followed his gaze.  He saw two hooks in the beam and watched as Steve
reached up and threaded through the hooks short ropes that had manacles
hanging from them.

So that was it, Jamie thought.  He was to have his body stretched and
whipped, or fucked – or both.  Still, he wished that it was Mark who
would do that to him.  And suddenly it looked as if he might get his wish
as, without warning, the door opened and Mark came into the room with
Lloyd, Steve's lover.  Jamie had met Lloyd before, of course, and always
admired the handsome architect with the ripped body that he worked on daily
at the gym.  Today he looked gorgeous in a simple white T-shirt, blue jeans
and boots.

Mark had obviously come straight from work as he was still in his police
uniform.  But the odd thing was that, although Mark walked forward and
stood a few feet in front of Jamie, he did not look down or make eye
contact.  Rather, he looked at his own reflection in the mirror behind
Jamie's chair.  Lloyd stood behind Mark, reached round him and began to
unbutton his uniform shirt.  He pulled it out of the waistband, then back
off his shoulders and tossed it to the ground.  Then he pulled the T-shirt
up from the waist, over his head and threw it too on the floor.

Jamie gasped as he saw his master naked to the waist, letting this man
strip off his shirt.  Lloyd must be acting as Mark's assistant, stripping
him for action for when Mark would begin his punishment of Jamie.  But
suddenly all Jamie's illusions were shattered and he gasped "No!"  Mark had
reached up and put his hands through the manacles hanging from the beam.
Quickly Lloyd reached up and pulled the restraints tight round Mark's
wrists.

Steve stepped forward and looked down at Jamie.  "Now I think you
understand what your punishment is to be, Jamie.  It involves no physical
pain for you, only the mental anguish of watching your master take your
punishment for you.  And that will hurt more than any whipping ever could."
In desperation Jamie pulled against his restraints in a futile attempt to
free himself.

A grin had come to Lloyd's face as he reached round Mark and ran his hands
over the slabs of his chest.  "Oh, yeah," Lloyd moaned, "I love the sight
of a beautiful man and god knows you are one of the best.  I really get off
on muscular bodies like yours, especially when they're bound and stretched.
Man, look at that fucking powerful cop, stripped down to his uniform pants
and boots, a macho stud used to giving orders now at my mercy, his gorgeous
body stretched like he's on the rack, waiting for his punishment to start.

"Steve says you deserve it for the way you treated your boy, and I get the
pleasure of dishing it out.  How does this feel for a start, big guy?"
Lloyd pressed his fingers tips hard on Mark's nipples and twisted them
savagely.  "Aaagh!"  The cop howled in pain as fire shot through his chest.
He yanked at the shackles round his wrists, writhing to relieve the pain.

Lloyd was mesmerized by the sight in the mirror of the agonized cop.
Giving one last brutal twist to Mark's nipples, he said, "OK, stud, let's
get serious now.  You thought that was bad?  How about this?"  Lloyd yanked
off his own T-shirt, stripping for action, and pulled his belt from his
jeans.  He raised his arm, and lashed it across Mark's chest and sore
nipples.  Mark howled and, in a futile attempt at avoiding the lash, pulled
himself up on the ropes tying his wrists, so his boots cleared the floor,
his legs kicked wildly, and his biceps and shoulders bulged as his body
twisted desperately, hanging from the beam above him.

Jamie gazed in horror at the beautiful Greek god, his half-naked body
writhing, muscles flexing to absorb the pain of the whip, his ridged abs
stretched upward from the belt round his narrow waist.  Sweat was dripping
from his rugged face.  And this was happening because of him, Jamie, who
had desperately wanted to feel the pain of punishment and was now enduring
the far worse agony of watching his master suffer in his place.  Adding to
Jamie's horror was that the erotic sight of the suffering muscle-god had
given Jamie a huge hard-on.

Stripped down to his beltless blue jeans and boots, the muscular Lloyd
looked stunning.  One hard lash across the cop's back made Mark drop back
to the floor, and as the whipping continued he yelled, "That's it, man,
whip my body.  I need it, man ... I deserve it.  This is for you, Jamie
... Aaagh!" and he howled as another blow fell across his back.

It was agony for Jamie to watch his master get whipped in front of his
eyes, and tears streamed down his face.  Steve, the watchful ringmaster,
knew the boy couldn't take much more and stepped forward, saying, "Jamie,
you can stop this.  You can end Mark's pain by showing him how much you
love him.  You know what to do."

It didn't take much effort on Jamie's part.  The sight of the shirtless
cop, his spectacular body writhing in bondage, muscles flexing and gleaming
with sweat, handsome features twisting in pain, was not only horrifying, it
was pornographically beautiful and Jamie's cock was throbbing.  Then, for
the first time, Mark's blue-gray eyes pierced his.  "I love you, Jamie.
Help me, boy."

That was all it took for Jamie to shudder and howl as cum blasted from his
cock, rose high in the air and splashed down onto his upturned face.
Suddenly everything stopped and there was no sound except for the rasping
breaths of Mark and Jamie, and the soft sobbing of the boy.

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

Steve took command again.  "You did well, Jamie.  I know how painful that
was for you but you saved your master from further hurt.  But there is one
more thing to show you.  You told me that the worst thing for Mark had been
seeing you after getting fucked by someone else.  Well, now the punishment
will truly fit the crime.  OK, Lloyd.  Go ahead."

Much calmer now, Lloyd stood behind Mark again, reached round him,
unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants.  He pushed the uniform pants and
the shorts down and they fell round his motorcycle boots, exposing his
vulnerable ass.  Lloyd didn't hesitate.  He ripped open his jeans and
pulled out his long, hard cock that had been throbbing ever since he began
working Mark over.  Lloyd spat on it, rubbed his hand over it, then pressed
it against the cop's hole.  With a decisive thrust of his hips he drove the
cock deep inside Mark's ass, making him gasp and his bound body shudder.

Lloyd looked over Mark's shoulder into the mirror and moaned, "Oh, man,
that is fucking sensational.  Look at that gorgeous stud cop, tied up
naked, his pants round his boots, getting his macho ass fucked."  With the
back of his hands Lloyd lightly stroked Mark's inflamed nipples, making him
gasp with pain and pleasure.  "How's that feel, big guy?"

Mark groaned, "Yeah, fuck that cop's ass, man.  Shit, your rod feels good
in my ass.  Show my boy what it looks like seeing his man with another
guy's cock in his ass.  Come on, man, fuck me.  Cum inside my ass.  Make me
shoot my load."

They were both so close it didn't take long.  Lloyd could have cum many
times in his jeans as he whipped Mark's magnificent body, and Mark's cock
had been rock hard as he braced against the pain and knew that his boy was
watching him get whipped.  When Jamie had shot his load Mark had almost cum
too, but had saved it for this.  "Here it comes," Lloyd murmured.  "You
look so fucking gorgeous, man, tied up, that beautiful naked body striped
by the whip, that huge rod of yours pointing straight at your boy.  Let me
see you cum, stud ... let's do it ... Aaagh!"

Mark felt Lloyd's hot juice pouring into his ass.  His body jolted and he
felt the climax of all his past anger, his shame, his love for his boy
... and above all the pent-up juice straining in his balls.  He looked down
at Jamie with a piercing gaze.  "Here it comes, boy.  I love you, Jamie..."
His cock exploded in a stream of warm cum that slammed into Jamie's face,
then another, as Jamie opened his mouth and gulped it frantically.  He
loved the taste, the smell of his master's juice that kept pouring into his
face and down his chest.  It seemed it would never stop, and when it did
Jamie's face was smothered in Mark's semen, the balm of forgiveness.

Steve took over again and quickly untied Jamie's wrists and ankles.  He
helped Jamie to his feet and smiled at him.  One more act, Jamie.  You and
Mark are a beautiful couple and I want to watch you make love to your
master.  It will be a final act of reconciliation for you both ..." he
grinned ... "and besides, I want to get my rocks off.  Everyone else in
this room has ... so why not the doc who put on this show?  I'm gonna cum
watching you, Jamie."

He guided Jamie behind Mark, who was still stretched naked, his wrists
tied.  Jamie inhaled sharply, knowing what Steve meant him to do.  No
problem with his cock ... it was hard as steel.  But he looked nervously
over Mark's shoulder into the mirror ... and saw him smile.  "Go for it,
kiddo.  You're always the one who says, `I want to feel your cock in my
ass.'  Well this time it's me, kid.  Show me you forgive me."

And so Jamie put his arms round his master's chest, held him tight and
buried his cock inside his ass.  It felt like a furnace after everything
Mark had endured, and Jamie knew he had to cum soon.  So he eased his cock
in and out, lubricated by the huge pool of cum that Lloyd had poured into
Mark's ass.

Jamie rested his chin on his master's shoulder and whispered into his ear
the words he had recently written in grief in his goodbye letter, but now
uttered in joy.  "I love you, sir.  I love you ... I love you ... I always
have."  Mark smiled at Jamie in the mirror and said, "Let's do it Jamie."
And master and boy were united in orgasms of love and forgiveness, as
Doctor Steve watched and shot his load.

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

A few hours later Mark and Jamie were back home in their bedroom, naked in
each other's arms.  There was a knock on the door and the twins came in,
each bearing a tray laden with food.  "Room service," smiled Kevin.  Kyle
added, "We figured you would not be joining the group for dinner,
gentlemen, so we brought dinner to you.  They put the trays down and pulled
the small dining table to the middle of the room, placing two chairs at it
facing each other.  They spread over the table a white cloth they had
brought and set out the dinner.  The final touch was a silver candle holder
in the middle of the table.  Kevin lit the candle and, standing shoulder to
shoulder, they said in unison, "Bon Appιtit, sirs."  And they quietly
left the room.

Downstairs was the usual raucous gathering as men and boys crowded round
the outdoor table.  But dinner was delayed as Randy, Pablo and Ben were
still not home from the construction site.  As they waited Bob was a little
miffed, as Randy had called over half an hour ago to say work had ended for
the day.  But eventually there came the crunch of tires outside the gate.
It burst open and Randy swaggered in with Pablo and Ben.

Randy was in his usual work outfit of old sweaty tank top stretched across
his chest, dirt-covered cargo pants and heavy work boots.  Copying their
master the boys were similarly dressed, similarly filthy, but they seemed
to wear it as a badge of pride.  They too adopted Randy's swagger,
apparently oblivious of the fact that their lateness was delaying dinner.

Bob shook his head and raised his eyebrows at Zack and Adam.  They had all
noticed lately an increase in Randy's smugness bordering on arrogance.  He
was feeling real good about himself.  He had a loyal adopted son and young
brother, who both worshipped the ground he walked on.  The two boys had
bonded as a team and proved themselves to be tough and worthy of him when
they had rescued Eddie in the ocean and later given him the thrill of being
worked over by them both.  Randy's pride in them boosted his already
inflated ego.

And Randy had in Bob a devoted and gorgeous lover.  While Bob was loved and
admired by all the guys and exerted considerable authority in the house,
Randy was still the ultimate boss of the tribe, as he had been right from
the start.  For those reasons Randy's self-confidence ... self importance,
really ... was at its height.  Making no excuse for their lateness Randy
threw an arm over the shoulder of each of his boys and sauntered on.

Irritated by the display Bob called out.  "Come on Randy, dinner's been
ready for a while."  Then he added with a smile, "Even the boss has to
respect the rules, you know."

Randy called back, "Fuck that, man.  I don't follow the rules ... I make
the fucking rules.  Come on kids, let's go get cleaned up.  You can shower
with me."

Everyone was surprised at what could be seen as a put-down of Bob, and Zack
growled, "That guy's getting way too full of himself."  He grinned at Adam.
"Hey, buddy, maybe we ought to do something about that when we're up at the
lake."  An upcoming trip to the lake in the mountains had been planned for
Randy, Zack and Adam, and their boys Pablo, Darius and Nate.

"Yeah," Adam smiled back at Zack.  "We Aussies have an old saying that no
man's too big that he can't be brought down to size.  I'm with you, buddy."

Darius nudged Nate and grinned mischievously.  "Hey, kid, guess that goes
for Pablo too.  He's been getting real uppity lately too, with that `senior
boy' act he pulls – the `boss's boy' bullshit.  No reason we can't give
him a reality check too.  Can't let the guys have all the fun, can we?"

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 177


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