Date: Thu, 16 Jun 2011 21:08:49 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH ... PART 28
By Rob Williams

Hi, guys.  So, it seems like we have two masters in the house.  But that
can't last, so this is it ... the muscle-god showdown.  The beautiful cop
Mark has fucked Bob and now confronts the big construction worker Randy.
One challenges: "We'll see how much you can take.  I'll break your body and
mind.  I'll make you crawl.  But I warn you, I play rough."  The other is
defiant: "The rougher the better, asshole.  Bring it on.  I can take
anything you dish out, and more."

As I always say, send me your comments to rw6789@aol.com I love to get
feedback.  It helps me a lot to shape future stories when I know what you
guys want most.

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A Trial of Strength ... Part 28

Randy and Bob, both beautiful, proud muscle studs, had forged a perfect
relationship through many intense experiences.  They were joined now in a
union of souls that made them inseparable.  Or so it seemed...

They had also come to both admire, respect, even love, the incredibly
handsome cop, Mark.  The three men, equal in strength and beauty were being
drawn ever closer together.  For some time Randy had promised Mark that he
would let him fuck Bob's ass, his most prized, almost sacred possession
.... while he watched.

But the result was shattering.  Bob and Mark were, of course, perfect for
each other and their love making soared to heights of passion that nobody
could have anticipated.  Bob had given himself totally to the beautiful cop
... called him 'master'.  Randy was shattered.  As he stood over the two
glorious, exhausted men, he had to concede defeat.

"You two were incredible.  You belong to each other."  Randy looked down at
the cop.  "You win Mark.  You've beaten me.  You've taken my most precious
possession.  He's yours now.  You own him."

Randy pulled on his pants and boots and grabbed Bob's discarded tank top.
He held it to his face and breathed deeply.  Then he pulled it on over his
own sculpted torso.

"I love you both, guys.  You deserve each other.  I'm going away.  Be good
to each other."

He quickly left the room and in a minute there was a screech of tires and
the sound of his truck roaring into the distance.

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

Bob and Mark were stunned, frozen in place.  There was nothing to do but
hold each other.  They could not deny the intensely beautiful experience
they had shared.  What began as an act of physical lust, one bodybuilder
fucking the other, had been transformed into a transcendent bonding of two
minds, two souls.  Bob had been transported into a fantasy world that, up
to now, only he and Randy inhabited.

But the price they both paid was heavy.  Bob had lost the man he had
devoted his life to, his soul mate, the man he loved and worshipped.  And
Mark had driven away the only man he had ever given himself to, the
ultimate man's man, his equal in power and beauty.  As they held each other
tightly in shared desperation their lives seemed to be spiraling out of
control.

Mark was the first to pull himself together.

"That's it.  I caused all this and I have to put it right."  When Bob tried
to speak Mark cut him off.

"No, Bob.  When I first met you I saw two men who were so right for each
other that they were joined body and soul.  Nothing could separate you
... but I did.  You're a magnificent man, Bob, and fucking you was an
experience I'll never forget.  But I have shattered the life you had with
Randy. "

Bob put his hand on Mark's gleaming chest.  "I'll go to him.  I'll plead
with him, beg him.  Maybe I can ... "

"No.  I did this.  This is between Randy and me.  This has to be the final
confrontation.  Do you have any idea where he's gone?"

"I know exactly where ... even the room number.  There's a scruffy hotel on
Sunset where we spent a week together when we first met.  That's where he
... where he became my master.  I know him so well.  I'm sure he's there
... room 14."

Without another word Mark stood up, picked his uniform off the floor,
pulled on his pants and boots, buckled his belt and threw his uniform shirt
loosely over his muscular chest.

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

The number 14 was printed in faded, peeling paint on the door.  Bob had
been right ... Randy's truck was in the desolate parking lot.  Mark stood
at the door and took a deep breath.  He tried the handle and the door
opened.  He stepped inside, closed the door behind him and looked at the
bed.  Stretched on it, his hands behind his head, his eyes closed, was
Randy.  Even now, even in these extreme circumstances, Mark's cock
stiffened as he looked down at the swarthy, muscular giant, still wearing
his jeans, boots and Bob's white tank top.

"You've come to beg?" the guttural voice growled.  Randy had heard the door
open but kept his eyes closed.

"It's not Bob, it's Mark .... and I don't beg.

"Oh, it's you.  Come to gloat, have you?"

Mark moved round to the foot of the bed and stared down at Randy with an
even gaze.  Randy opened his eyes and his first thought was how incredibly
beautiful the man was.  That was always his first thought on seeing Mark.
He saw the soft, steady look in Mark's gray eyes and instantly regretted
what he had said.

"That's not fair, I know.  So, why are you here?"

"I've come to tell you that I never wanted to come between you and Bob, so
I'm leaving.  Leaving the house, leaving your lives."

"The hell you are," Randy growled.  What happened next startled Mark.
Randy jumped off the bed, looked at Mark, then enclosed him in his big arms
in a bear hug.  The two men held each other in the solid, masculine embrace
of powerful men acknowledging their mutual affection.

They finally pulled away and held each other's gaze.  "So what now?" Mark
said.

"You're not going anywhere.  I told you before.  You won.  He's yours.
Man, I love you like a brother ... no ... much more than that.  But there's
always been this edge between us.  We're two tough alpha males and we have
to compete.  Well you won the final contest.  I'm finished."

"Sit down."  Mark pulled Randy down and they sat side by side on the edge
of the bed staring straight ahead.  Finally they turned to each other and
their eyes met.

"I'll tell you something, Randy.  As long as I can remember I've been the
big alpha male.  Being a cop and all, and looking the way I do, everyone
...

"...everyone bows down to the gorgeous Greek God," interrupted Randy,
smiling now.

"Kind of, yeah.  Everyone except you, that is.  And that's what I love
about you.  When I first saw you I knew I had met my match, my equal in
power and beauty.  You totally blew me away.  I knew I could fight you,
whip you, fuck you and you would never submit.  Look, what I admire most in
a man is strength and beauty ... and you are the toughest, most beautiful
man I've ever seen.  I don't think I would know how to live without you as
my friend."

"Yeah, but now you've beaten me."

"You really don't get it do you?  Listen, I'll tell you something else.
When I was out in the desert, being whipped and tortured by those scum, you
know how I kept going?  I imagined that it was you whipping me, that you
were thrashing my body.  And that took the pain away.  Shit, man, I even
enjoyed it ... so long as it was you beating me.  You're the man, Randy.
You're the master.  You could do anything you want with me, just as long as
you still want me."

Randy stared at Mark.  "You mean ...?  No, man.  Doesn't work.  When I saw
Bob grovel at your feet, beg you to fuck him, call you his master, I knew I
was beaten.  Shit I should have known.  I should have realized that you and
I are so alike that he would feel the same intensity for you as he did for
me."

"But you're the king, Randy.  You're the master of that house and you own
Bob body and soul.  Show them.  I'll submit to you, man.  Show them you're
my master.  It's the only way, man."  His voice lowered almost to a
whimper.  "I need you, Randy ... I can't lose you now."

Randy hesitated.  Mark jumped up and stood facing him.

"Shit, man what do you want from me?"  He quickly unbuttoned his shirt and
let it fall, standing legs apart, stripped to the waist.  He flexed his
pecs and biceps.  "Look at this, man.  You wanna beat me?  You want me to
grovel, to crawl?  Isn't that the way you usually solve things, with your
fists?"

Randy looked up at the magnificent shirtless cop.

"Damn right, I do!"  He leapt to his feet and came face to face with Mark.
"OK, officer.  That sounds like a challenge ... and you've got it.  I'll
show them once and for all who's really the boss.  And if that's what you
want we'll see how much you can take in a real trial of strength.  I'll
break your body and your mind.  I'll make you crawl.  I'll humiliate you
into total submission.  But I warn you, I play rough."

"I know," Mark said scornfully.  "I've seen it.  The rougher the better,
asshole.  Bring it on.  I can take anything you dish out, and more."

"Oh, man ... you just sealed your fate."  They stared at each other
defiantly and were both surprised to feel their dicks growing stiff in
their pants.

No more was said.  As they looked onto each other's eyes there was a deep
understanding between the two alpha males.  One of them had to prove his
supremacy once and for all.  Randy reached down and unhooked the handcuffs
from the cop's belt.  Instinctively Mark put his hands behind his back and
Randy cuffed them.  He put his hand behind Mark's neck and pushed him to
the door.

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

They were silent as they sat in the truck, Mark still shirtless with his
hands bound.  Randy had pulled a rope from the back of the truck and looped
it around the cop's neck.  As he drove he picked up his cell phone and made
a call.

"Shut up, Bob, and listen.  Get the other guys into the garden and all
three of you wait until we get there.  Nobody moves or says anything.  You
just watch."  And he snapped the phone shut.

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

And they did watch ... awestruck.  Bob, Darius and Pablo were standing
motionless in the garden.  There was a breathless silence, like the
heaviness before a thunderstorm.  Bob was still reeling from what had
happened and frightened of what came next.  The two younger guys glanced
anxiously at each other.  They knew that something big was up and waited
with a mix of fear and exhilaration at would happen.

Finally they heard the screech of tires on the gravel outside.  The truck
doors banged, the gate flew open and the three men gasped.  Randy came
first, grim-faced, his jaw set.  He was holding a rope, the other end of
which was noosed around the neck of the muscular, shirtless cop, his hands
still cuffed behind his back.  Staring straight ahead the big construction
worker dragged the stumbling cop forward.

They reached the big tree.  Randy unlocked the handcuffs and slammed Mark's
huge body chest first against the tree trunk. He pulled the rope free from
Mark's neck and threw it over a high branch on the other side of the tree.
Then he pulled the cop's arms around the tree and tied the wrists high up
to the tree branch.  Mark's torso was pressed against the tree, his arms
tied tightly around it.  His back, stretched upward in a perfect, wide V,
was helplessly vulnerable.

Randy turned round to the other three men.  "This man is being punished for
challenging me.  And you will all be the instrument of his ruin."

He slid the belt from his pants, stood back, raised it and brought it
crashing down across the wide, muscular back.  Mark yelled in pain.  "You
asked for it, asshole," Randy yelled and whipped him again, six lashes in
all.  Then he turned to Bob.  "You ... come here.  Six lashes.  Count them
off loud.  And if you hold back I'll throw you out of the house."

Terrified, Bob hesitated and was about to speak but was stopped by the look
on Randy's face.  Randy growled through clenched teeth.  "Whip him."

With tears in his eyes Bob raised the belt and, shouting "One!" he brought
it across the shuddering, flexing back muscles.  Mark screamed as the crack
of the whip brought more searing pain until the count ended at "Six!"

Randy turned and Darius wanted to flee.  He couldn't do this.  But he had
never disobeyed Randy.  "You, punk.  Here!"

Tentatively Darius stepped forward and took the belt.  He looked at the
broad back, with red welts already forming, and suddenly he was filled with
lust for the helpless cop.  He brought the belt across the back and shouted
out loud, "One!"  Ritualistically he repeated the punishment with five more
lashes.  When he had finished he hoped that would end it.  But Randy played
really rough.

"Pablo," Randy said.  His voice softened.  "I know you've never done this
before and the idea horrifies you.  But it is necessary.  And I'm ordering
you, man to man, to do it."

"Yes, sir."  His master had ordered it.  Pablo straightened up, took a deep
breath and put all his strength behind the six blows, counting off as he
did so, trying to block out the sound of Mark's screams.  When he had
finished Randy went up to him.  He put his arm round his shoulder and spoke
gently to him.

"You did great, kid.  I know it wasn't easy.  Now go stand with the
others."

Randy walked to the tree and pressed himself against the stripe-covered
back.  He brought his mouth against Mark's ear and whispered, "I told you I
play rough."

Mark turned his head round as far as he could and looked at Randy.  There
were tears in his eyes.  "Thank you, sir.  God, I love you, man."

"This is just the start."

"I know, sir."

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

Randy put his hands round the waist of the bound muscle god, unbuckled his
belt and loosened his uniform pants.  Then he pulled them down just clear
of the ass, so they rested at the top of his tall black boots.  Mark's
white shorts still covered his ass but with one quick, sharp move Randy
ripped them off.  The prefect mounds of the cop's ass were now naked,
clenched defensively but totally vulnerable to Randy's desires.

Randy again came close to Mark's ear.  "You ever get dry-fucked, asshole?
It's gonna hurt."

"Thank you, sir."

"And just so we don't hear your screams ... "  He pulled the shredded
shorts round his prisoner's face, pressed them onto the mouth and tied them
tightly behind his neck.  The shirtless cop was now bound to the tree,
gagged with his own shorts, his beautiful ass awaiting its punishment.  He
didn't have long to wait.

The three spectators watched with a mix of horror, lust, and admiration for
these two muscle studs going through a ritual of pain, submission and
domination.  Randy's cock was rock hard at the sight of this beautiful man
enduring his torture.  He now brought it up against the helpless ass and
started to push.  He breathed in Mark's ear, "This is because I love you,
man.  You're fucking magnificent."

The agonized scream was muffled by the gag and the handsome blond jerked
his head backward as he felt the pain of the dry fuck, the hard rod
penetrating his hot ass.  His body bucked and heaved as he felt his hole
being violated, until the head came to rest deep in his gut.  Then it
pulled back and began to piston back and forth inside him.

The searing pain quickly dissolved as Mark realized what was happening to
him.  The swarthy body builder he had come to worship was overpowering him.
He had tied him to a tree, gagged him and was now fucking his helpless ass.
During his agony in the desert he had survived by imagining this man
torturing him, had found relief in the fantasy.  Now it was real.  Randy
was torturing his ass.  Mark spun into a totally foreign world that would
seduce him forever.  He would always need this, and Randy was the only man
on earth who could do it.

"I'm gonna shoot my load in your ass, man."  Randy had been pounding the
shuddering ass for a long time and was now close to orgasm.  With a last
savage lunge he pushed his long dick into the depths of the suffering man's
ass, with an eruption of hot juice that Mark felt splashing deep in his
gut.  The three onlookers gasped as they saw the bucking, straining muscle
cop impaled on the rod of the huge construction worker.  There was not a
sound in the garden ... the air was still.

Eventually Randy pulled out and pulled the gag down around Mark's neck.
Mark gasped, "Don't ever leave me, man.  I didn't know how much I needed
this.  You're incredible.  I am completely your slave.  Use me, hurt me,
control me.  I'm your animal, sir."

"Then show me," Randy growled.  "Show everyone."

Randy pulled up Mark's pants and buckled the belt up.  He unlocked the
handcuffs and the cop's arms dropped free, his body slumped against the
tree.  Randy walked back to the far side of the lawn and told the other men
to stand with him.  He raised his voice to Mark.

"Turn round.  Face us."  Mark fell back against the tree.

"Who is the master of this house?"

"You are sir.  I am your slave.  I worship you, sir."

"Show us, man."

Mark slowly dropped to his knees.  The shirtless cop looked up at the four
men in the distance and fell on his belly.  Raising his handsome, sculpted
face to stare at Randy, he slowly, painfully began to drag himself along
the ground.  His muscular arms reached forward, his naked back muscles
rippled as he slowly crawled forward, his pants and boots dragging in the
dirt, his ripped shorts round his neck.  The four men gazed in awe.  All
had iron hard erections at the sight of this glorious cop, debasing
himself, in total degradation as he proved his abject submission to his
master.

Mark was beyond all rational thought and reason.  He was dragging himself
into a realm of existence that he could never have dreamed of.  He was the
ultimate alpha male, the cop, the powerful authority figure, the Greek god
whose strength and beauty intimidated everyone.  But now he was a broken
man, submitting to his new master.

Here he was crawling in degraded submission to a man whose very masculinity
had conquered him.  He was his slave.  His manhood was being crushed.  And
the relief and euphoria were tremendous.  He had never given himself to any
man before.  But as he crawled toward the muscle stud towering over him he
knew he was in a world he never wanted to leave.

The men heard the cop's groans get louder as he painfully approached.  His
blond hair was matted, his huge body streamed with sweat, his back was
marked by the welts of the lash administered by all four men.  He was
groveling before them.  Never had humiliation been this extreme.

Finally he was in front of Randy, who loomed over him, his arms folded
across his chest.  Mark looked up at the dark demon face, saw the white
tank top stretched over the bulging pecs of the torso.  He had to submit to
this glorious stud.  He lowered his head to his mud-covered work boots and
licked them, pressing his cheek, his mouth, his tongue against the pungent,
worn leather.  Then he looked up at the construction worker towering above
him.  "Please, sir.  Tell me what to do next."

"Hands and knees .... now!" Randy barked.  Surrounded by the four men Mark
got up on all fours, motionless on his hands and knees.  Randy reached down
and once again unbuckled the belt and pulled the uniform pants down from
his ass.  The perfect globes waited, vulnerable.

Randy looked at Bob.  "You ... kneel behind him.  Take out your cock."  Bob
obeyed, grasping his rigid dick. "Now ... Fuck him."

Bob looked up at Randy and started to protest.  "I ..."

"FUCK HIM!"  Resistance was impossible.  Bob brought his dick close to the
waiting ass and pushed it deep inside the broken cop.  He heard Mark gasp
and felt the luxurious warmth of the cop's ass, already bathed in cum from
his previous fucking.  Bob could not hold back long.  He looked down at the
magnificent, beaten man and gloried in the sight of the naked, striped back
and ass.  His orgasm came quickly.  He exploded inside the beautiful ass,
again and again, until he finally slumped forward exhausted.

Mindful of Randy's piercing gaze he pulled out and got to his feet.  Randy
turned to Darius, who recoiled.

"Now you, boy.  Let's see that huge piece of meat of yours disappear into
the cop's ass."

Darius hesitated, torn between reticence and lust.  He had never dreamed of
burying his huge dick in the ass of this stunning, macho cop.  But now he
did it.  And he did it quickly.  In one fluid movement he knelt down,
touched the tip of his cock against the ass and pushed hard.  Mark howled
as the whole ten inches of the rigid shaft pierced his cum-soaked ass and
slowly buried itself deep in his gut.

Darius was immediately close to orgasm.  He extracted the whole length of
his cock and plunged it in again.  After a few more piston lunges his whole
body shuddered as he shot his load in the beautiful ass.  He looked down at
the suffering cop in confusion.  He pulled out his cock quickly and stood
up, hanging his head before the frowning gaze of the master.  He stole a
glance at Pablo, afraid for him.  Surely not ...

But his fears were realized.  Pablo looked up at Randy and pulled himself
to his full height.  "Excuse me, sir.  I can't do it.  I've never been
inside anyone before.  Darius and me ... Well, he always fucks me.  I love
this police officer, sir.  He saved me.  I worship him.  I won't hurt him."

Randy clenched his fists, then relaxed as he stared at the defiant boy.  He
saw something in his eyes that reminded him of himself when he was young.
His heart went out to him.  Pablo, the young, inexperienced newcomer was
the only one with the courage to defy him.  He admired him and wanted to
take him in his arms.  But he had to insist.

"Pablo, it is because you love this man that you have to do what I tell
you.  It is because I love him that I'm ordering you to do it.  One day you
will understand.  For now, kid, do what I say.

Pablo could not resist the look in Randy's eyes, the steely toughness
tinged with kindness.  He took a deep breath and knelt behind the battered
cop.  He looked at the ass that had already endured the penetration of
three big cocks, was already filled with cum.  He was surprised that his
own cock was rock hard.  He leaned forward and, for the first time in his
life, pushed his cock inside another man's ass. He threw his head back and
howled with the unexpected jolt of ecstasy that shot through him.

The three men were mesmerized.  This was the ultimate humiliation, the big,
muscular cop being ass fucked by the young newcomer, the young, nervous kid
to whom everyone was master.  Except for now.  Right now he was on top.
The beautiful young boy was pounding the cop's ass with the raw strength
and exhilaration of youth, and the newfound joy of fucking another man.

He had never been good at holding back his orgasm and he couldn't now.  In
no time he felt his cock burning inside the cum-slicked ass and, with a
piercing yell that echoed round the hills, he shot his load inside the
first ass he had ever fucked.  All he could feel was the exquisite burning,
pulsing sensation in his cock.  But as the explosion of cum lessened Pablo
jolted back to reality, and in confusion and embarrassment he pulled out
and stood to attention in front of Randy.

"Good boy," Randy said softly.  "You're a great kid.  I love you, Pablo.
We'll talk later."

"Thank you, sir."

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

But it wasn't over.  Randy really played hard.  He knelt behind Mark's ass
and pointed at his face.  "Stand there," he said to Bob.  He leaned forward
and whispered to Mark.  "You know what to do.  Get him hard."

Mark opened his mouth and took the whole length of Bob's semi-hard cock
deep into his mouth.  The shaft immediately stiffened and filled his mouth
and halfway down his throat.  As he choked on the cock he was shocked to
feel Randy's stiff dick once again entering his ass.  He was now being
ass-fucked and face-fucked as the two young men watched mesmerized.

The double pounding seemed to go on for ever.  The back of his throat was
being pounded by the hard rod stuffed into his mouth.  His ass, fucked for
the fifth time, was sore, shattered, burning hot and flooded with the semen
of the men who had dominated him.

Suddenly Mark had a kind of out-of-body experience.  It was as if he was
standing over the scene watching a beautiful cop get double fucked, his
uniform pants around his knees, ripped shorts round his neck, his shirtless
body bucking and flexing, streaming with sweat.  The imagined sight of this
made his own cock rock hard.

Then he was brought back to earth with the harsh sound of Randy's voice
shouting to Bob.  "OK, now!"  And Mark felt cum stream into his ass and his
mouth.  He choked and bucked as his body seemed to be filled with the semen
of men.  His humiliation was complete.  And he had never felt more
exhilarated in his life.

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

A few minutes later Randy put his boot against the kneeling body and kicked
Mark over onto his back.  He said to Darius, "Strip him."  Darius quickly
leaned down and pulled off first one boot then the other.  He pulled off
the pants and tossed them aside.  Mark was buck naked, staring up at the
four men surrounding him.

"Now jack off," Randy ordered.  Mark didn't need telling twice.  He took
hold of his hard cock and began to stroke it, then pound it.  He had never
been in such a pitch of excitement.  It wasn't just the sight of four
glorious men standing over him, it was the exhilaration of knowing that he
had been abused, destroyed by all of them, whipped by them all and fucked
by them all.

But the image that brought him to orgasm was the searing memory of crawling
in groveling submission to his master, the magnificent stud towering over
him.  He looked up at Randy and their eyes met in a penetrating gaze of
total understanding.  They both knew that this is what had been needed,
that this would bind them together for ever.

He was barely aware when his cock erupted in a huge fountain of cum, until
it splashed back onto his heaving, gleaming chest.  He saw a smile spread
over Randy's face as he shot his gushing load again and again, streaming up
over his face and hair.  The blond god's sculpted features were coated in
creamy liquid.

The other men were transfixed, gazing down at the most beautiful man they
had ever seen, lying naked, broken, degraded but magnificent, his muscles
covered in his own hot semen.

Randy spoke softly.  "I want you spread eagled."  Obediently the naked cop
stretched his arms up and out and spread his legs.  "OK, men.  Wash that
cum off him."  Mark watched with a mix of horror and elation at the four
cocks pointing down at him.  He felt the first drops fall on his face, then
saw four streams of hot, yellow, steaming piss gush toward him.  It blinded
him as it splashed onto his face, then gushed all over his body, already
gleaming with cum and sweat.

The hot sweet taste of the piss almost suffocated him, but it kept on
coming.  When it finally stopped, the broken cop's torture was over.  He
lay there, his huge muscles heaving and flexing, his breathing ragged,
almost in sobs.  He looked up and marveled at the four men looking down at
him, still holding their dripping cocks.

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

"Get up!"  Randy leaned forward and held out his hand to the broken man.
They locked arms, hands over wrists and with one strong heave Randy pulled
Mark to his feet.  He stood unsteadily, naked, body still heaving,
streaming with sweat, piss and cum.  His face ran with piss too but he
looked at Randy with a level gaze.  The men all held their breath.  Then
Randy pulled Mark toward him and threw his arms around the glorious man in
a tight bear hug.

He whispered in his ear.  "I told you I play rough."

Mark tried to respond, "I ... I didn't know I wanted ... that I needed to
...."

"But I knew it.  Don't try to talk.  I know what you feel.  Me, too.  That
was the most magnificent thing I have ever seen.  We're now bound together
for ever.  I love you, man."

Mark gave in to the intense emotion he felt and began to sob against the
shoulder of the man who had broken him, proved his supremacy beyond any
doubt.  He held on as if desperate not to lose him.  Randy sensed this.

"I'm not going anywhere, Mark.  And neither are you."

Then, as they embraced each other, they heard something amazing
... applause.  The other three men were not quite sure what they were
seeing but they knew it was spectacular.  They only thing they could do was
clap their hands.

Randy turned round and raised Mark's arm high in the salute of a victorious
fighter.  "Gentlemen, I give you this incredible man, who has taken all we
could throw it him and is still standing tall.  I guarantee you will never
see anything like that again.  I tell you now ... he and I are equals.  I
am master of the house, but you take orders from him too.  And you will
always love and respect him."

Randy raised his voice to a shout.  "Mark is not a broken man.  He is
triumphant.  He is a fucking glorious, spectacular Greek god."

And nobody could deny that.

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

"You two," Randy said to Darius and Pablo. "Grab a couple of towels from
the pool and dry the officer off.  "And you," he stared at Bob.  "Strip
naked, except for your boots.  Our conversation is just beginning."

The men all obeyed as Randy strode off to the house.  It was a full twenty
minutes before he returned and the four men waiting for him gasped.  Once
again he was dressed in full leather ... tight leather pants and boots, a
studded harness crossing his massive chest, and a black leather vest over
that.  He was carrying a bulging kit bag ... and a long whip with leather
braids.

"Here's what's gonna happen.  You two," looking at the young men, "are
gonna take care of the officer here.  You will tend him, clean him, help
him in whatever way he wants.  Tonight you are his body slaves.  You will
do everything he orders you to ... everything.  Is that clear?"

"Yes, sir!" the two young men said in unison.

Randy turned to Bob, standing naked before him, wearing just his boots. "As
for you, man.  It's time for us to get reacquainted.  You got way out of
line and we have to deal with that.  We've a long night ahead of us, one
you won't forget."

He came behind him and tied his wrists with a rope.  Then he looped the
whip around his slave's neck and pulled him away.  Bob stumbled after him,
naked, fearful, and the gate closed behind them.  The truck roared into
live and sped away.

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The two young guys had eagerly toweled off Mark's soaking, muscular body
and stood looking at him expectantly.  He smiled at them.

"Well, I guess you have your orders.  You OK with that?"

Darius said, "It will be an honor, sir."

"Good.  First you'll run me a bath and you can both wash, soothe and
massage my body.  It took quite a beating as you know.  Then you can make
me dinner.  I'm starved, so I want the best meal you've ever cooked.  Think
you can handle that?"

"Certainly, sir."  The two young men grinned and their cocks stirred in
anticipation of their evening as servants to this glorious man.

"By the way.  You can join me for dinner ... and afterwards if you like.
Follow me."

Mark strode off to the house and, as they followed, Darius and Pablo looked
at each other in wide-eyed excitement.  Pablo managed to whisper, "Hey,
dude.  That thing Randy made me do back there.  I've never done it before.
D'you think we could ...?"

"You want my ass, don't you?" Darius whispered.  "Later, dude, later."

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On the road nothing was said for a while as Randy and Bob sat beside each
other in the truck.  The construction worker looked over at the naked
muscle stud, his hands tied behind him, whip looped round his neck.  A
slight smile crossed Randy's face.  "We're going back to where it all
began, man.  You remember that night?"

"Yes, sir," Bob replied.  His mind flew back to those extraordinary events
when Randy had first broken his body and spirit.  Seemed like a long time
ago.  He took a deep breath as the truck pulled into the shabby motel
parking lot.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength -- Part 29"