Date: Tue, 24 Oct 2017 22:35:25 -0400
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 385  by Rob williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 385
By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 385 – "TYLER GETS DOUBLE TEAMED"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The young stud mechanic Pablo works on his new boy Tyler to get rid of his
shyness and toughen him up.  "Come on kid, you're my boy.  You can do
anything I tell you to – even fuck your master."  But later Tyler pays a
price for topping Pablo.  On the construction site he gets double-teamed by
the mechanic and his dad, the construction boss Randy, who grins, "Let's
keep it all in the family, eh guys?"
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************ In the previous chapter *************

Bob, the much respected co-founder of the tribe, was busy clearing up the
mess.  It was a task he had faced before, usually thanks to the
recklessness of his lover and tribe leader, the gypsy construction boss
Randy.  Which was the case now.

Randy's adopted son Pablo, now a macho mechanic on the construction site,
had asked a shy young man Tyler to be his boy. But Randy, coming home horny
from work, had seduced the boy into getting butt-fucked, an act that
outraged Pablo and led to a big fight in Tyler's new room.

A devastated Tyler blamed himself, and Pablo didn't help, in a fit of
anger, by accusing the boy unfairly of having submitted his ass to another
man against Pablo's orders.

"Dammit," Bob had later said to his buddy, the cop Mark, "Why do I always
feel like the guy with the shit shovel following the parade and cleaning up
the mess?"  His first act had been to send Tyler out of harm's way up to
Doctor Steve's house, in the care of the ebullient young Eddie who had
quickly become a close pal of Tyler.

Randy and Pablo – having been distracted by what Randy called their
`blame and shame' routine – realized how badly they had treated the boy
and, to make amends, worked most of the night repairing and redecorating
Tyler's room.  Next morning they proudly showed the beautifully restored
room to Bob, and then Pablo announced, "I'm gonna go get my boy. I know
he's with Eddie at Steve's place so I'm going up there right now."

But Bob cautioned, "I wouldn't be too hasty, Pablo.  I just spoke to Steve
and he wants Tyler to spend the day up there so he can check him out and
make sure he's ready for what lies ahead."

Once again Pablo's anger flared up and he had a belligerent phone
conversation with Doctor Steve, who patiently explained, "Tyler's entry to
his new world has been traumatic and confusing.  By all accounts he
worships you but he's probably racked with doubts and self-recrimination
about what happened.

"So in my professional opinion it would be best for him to spend a quiet
day up here where I can talk to him casually and get a sense of his
feelings and his needs.  He'll be with his pal Eddie and he'll get to know
Lloyd and Tommy.  Tyler will be my patient for the day."

"Your patient?" Pablo snarled, "that's bullshit ... he's my boy.  I don't
give a shit about no `professional opinion'.  Fuck you, doc, and your fancy
shrink talk.  I'll do what I damn well want."

But Bob intervened and in his quiet, authoritative way said, "Pablo, you're
angry right now, and I understand why.  But, if you take my advice, you're
not in the greatest of moods to reunite with Tyler right now.  I think the
best thing you can do for now is just go to work.''  Grudgingly Pablo gave
in to the man he respected and admired.

Up at Steve's house the doctor talked to a confused Tyler.  "I know you are
anxious to see Pablo, and that does you credit.  But after what happened
yesterday I think it would be good if you spent most of today with us
before you and Pablo are reunited.  Pablo objected strongly, of course –
says you are his boy and he wants to come and get you right away.  I think
his impatience indicates how much he loves you and wants you."

Tyler brightened. "You think so sir?"

"Sure of it.  Anyway Bob persuaded him to hold off until after he finishes
work and then he'll come.  In the meantime I feel it's important for you
see how the tribe works, the kind of relationships and interactions the
guys have up here, as they can be unusual and surprising to a newcomer.
It'll be good for you to meet the other guys here, Lloyd and Tommy.

Tyler's immersion into his new world turned out to be sexy and exciting.
The house manager Tommy, a gorgeous blond gymnast known as the Golden Boy,
had gone through his homoerotic gymnastic routing in the downstairs gym,
and the climax came when Steve's lover, the handsome gym-jock Lloyd, had
fucked Tommy while he hung onto the gymnastic rings high above his head. It
was a spectacular scene that Tyler watched in awe.

A short time later they all recovered their breath and relaxed by the pool
over drinks and sandwiches, eagerly served by Eddie and Tyler.  Steve gave
a satisfied smile as he watched Tyler, now buoyant and confident, well
integrated in the group.  The show downstairs had been good for him as he
had shed his inhibitions and joined in the fun with gusto.

Tommy's lover Danny had also watched eagerly as his lover got fucked and it
was a revelation to Tyler that the two lovers could give each other the
freedom to indulge their sexual pleasures in that way, confident that their
love would only be strengthened by brief adventures with others.

The upshot was that Steve considered Tyler much more grounded than before
and ready for his reunion with his young master Pablo.  "He'll be coming up
here straight from work on the construction site," Steve said.  "And if
he's anything like his dad Randy," Steve grinned, "he won't bother to
shower or change.  You'll have to take him as he comes, all sweaty and
greasy."

"Sounds kinda hot, sir, but I'm real nervous.  I mean the last words he
said to me was accusing me of disobeying him by giving my ass to Randy.
You think he's really forgiven me?"

"Tyler," Steve smiled, "I suspect Pablo is wondering the same thing –
whether you have forgiven him for what he said.  After everything that's
happened you'll be a bit shy with each other at first.  There's a lot
riding on this first meeting and things will be touch and go between you
for a while.  But I've learned a lot about you today, kid, and I'm betting
that things are gonna work out fine."

Tyler spent a relaxing afternoon with the guys, but deep down he was
anxious about that first reunion.  The tension increased as the time drew
near, and Tyler was splashing around in the pool with Eddie, both naked,
when Danny shouted, "Hey, Tyler, he's here.  Pablo's here."


******************** CHAPTER 385 ********************

Pablo had come for his boy at last.  Tyler had a moment of panic as he
pulled himself up out of the pool and stood butt naked and soaking wet,
water streaming down his freckled face.

And there stood the handsome mechanic, shirtless in jeans and boots, his
chiseled Mestizo features and muscular body streaked with dirt and grease
from his work on the construction site.

They stood facing each other in silence, not sure how to begin.  Then Pablo
said, "Hey, kid.  You ready to come home?"

The words Tyler had wanted to hear most from his new master – `come
home'.  And his response rang out loud and clear – "Yes please, sir."

The sexy young mechanic grinned at his boy, walked round the pool and
pulled Tyler into a tight hug, to the cheers and applause of the men
gathered there.  When they separated Pablo looked at his boy and smiled at
the smudges of oil running down his wet naked body and freckled face.

"Huh, looks like I've made you as messy as I am, kid."

"I don't care, sir.  I like it."  In truth, Tyler at this moment would have
liked anything Pablo did to him, however messy, but Pablo was impressed
just the same.  "Actually you look cute like that.  We won't wash it off
till we get home eh?"

Then Pablo turned to Steve who was sitting with the other guys.  "But
before we leave, sir, I have some things I have to say.  After Bob spoke to
me this morning I did a lot of thinking while I was at work and got some
things straightened out now that I have a boy of my own.

"First of all, I have to apologize to you, sir, for the way I spoke to you
on the phone.  I let my anger get the better of me and I was rude and
disrespectful to you, a senior man of the tribe and Randy's brother –
which I guess kinda makes you my uncle.  I should have thanked you for
taking care of my boy when I neglected him, and I thank you for that now."

Then Pablo turned to Eddie.  "And from what I hear, kiddo, you have been a
real pal to Tyler and helped him get through this mess right from the
start.  They say you talk a whole lot but it seems that you said just the
right things to make Tyler feel good.

"And actually that goes for all you guys here who made him feel at home.  I
know now that my first responsibility is to my boy, and I thank you all for
taking care of him until I got my act together."  Pablo grinned. "I
understand that my boy even got to witness a terrific show by Tommy and
Lloyd – even though it did drain him of jizz.  Hope there's some left
for me."

There was a stunned silence when Pablo had finished his little speech. This
was a whole new Pablo – no longer the bossy `boss's boy' but a young man
facing up to the responsibilities of adulthood.  Steve had had serious
doubts about his readiness for a boy of his own but as he looked at Pablo
now those doubts dissolved.  And Tyler had been dazzled by Pablo's bold
speech of apology and thanks that, for Tyler, boosted his stature as a
proud alpha male.

Steve stood up and shook Pablo's hand. "That was a great speech, Pablo, and
I accept your apology."  He grinned, "After seeing my big brother, your
dad, fly into so many rages I know just where your sudden anger came from.
I once told you I didn't feel you have the temperament to be anyone's
master.  Well I was wrong.  I think you and Tyler will make a great team."

Steve turned to Tyler.  "Tyler, you may not have been aware of it but all
day today I have observed you and listened to you – and I am impressed.
I know you have led a very sheltered and lonely life but I see inside you a
bright, self-reliant boy who is ready to blossom as a confident young man,
with the guidance and protection of Pablo here.

"As I told you before, this is a new relationship, a lot to work out, so
things will be touch and go between you at first, maybe a bit
uncomfortable, but I have every confidence that you will make a good boy
for Pablo and a welcome addition to the tribe.  So congratulations to you
both."

Steve hugged Pablo and then Tyler amid a burst of cheering, with Eddie the
loudest of all.  Pablo smiled at Steve.  "Is that it, doc?  No therapy
session."

"That was it, kiddo.  I had intended to see you in therapy sessions,
separately and then together.  But there's no need.  I think you're both
ready to work at the relationship and sort things out for yourselves."

"Thanks, doc."  Pablo turned to Tyler.  "So what do you think, kid?  Think
we should take a stab at it?"

"I will if you will, sir," Tyler said with a shyly mischievous grin.

"Hey, you're right, doc," Pablo laughed.  "There is more to this boy than
meets the eye."  He shook hands with the other men by the pool while Tyler
hugged Eddie.  "Eddie, thank you for always being there for me – the
best `best friend' a guy could have."

"Aw, weren't nothin' dude.  We'll be seeing a lot of each other when you
start work at the house, and I'll introduce you to the other boys.  And in
the meantime if you got any questions or problems you know where to come."

"Thanks dude, but I gotta go now."

"To a whole new life," Eddy grinned, "and just remember, when one of us
boys is in trouble the others circle the wagons.  And one more thing ..."

"Eddie – I gotta go ... I really gotta go."

"I know you do ... I just wanted to make sure that you know ..."

And Eddie was still talking as Pablo put his arm round his boy's shoulder
and steered him out through the gate.

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

Then suddenly they were alone in the truck – just the two of them.  The
silence made Tyler nervous and he blurted out, "Sir, I wanna say sorry for
disobeying you yesterday.  You told me definitely that my ass was off
limits to anyone but you, and then I let Randy fuck me.  You were right to
be angry with me ... I was wrong and I promise I'll never do anything like
that again."

Pablo slammed on the brakes as they drove down the hill, pulled over to the
side and stopped the truck.  Tyler was frightened he had said something
wrong but Pablo threw his arm over the seat behind Tyler's neck and kissed
him hard.

Then he stared into the startled eyes and said, "Kiddo, we gotta get a few
things straight right off the bat.  First, you were not to blame in any way
yesterday.  I know how Randy is when he wants to fuck – determined and
sexy as hell.  Damn, I should know, if anyone should, the number of times
I've been on the receiving end of that cock.  No one says no to Randy
... except Bob.  That dude can get away with anything.

"Also, you're not the one who was wrong – I was.  I got mad and all I
could think of was Randy's dick up your ass.  So I yelled at you and then
pummeled Randy.  I should have concentrated on you and sure as hell should
have stopped you from running away.

"See, kiddo, I don't want my boy to feel so scared and subservient that he
automatically thinks he's done something wrong and apologizes.  You're
bigger than that, tougher ... or at least you soon will be.  Steve saw that
in you and I saw it too, though I was a fool to ignore it.  You're the boy
of a tough stud mechanic – my boy – and you'll hold your head up
proud, you get it?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you for saying that, sir."

"Good," Pablo grinned.  "Now I've got something to show you that I think
you'll like."

He drove on down to the tribe's compound and led Tyler upstairs.  He pushed
open the door of Tyler's room and let the boy walk in ahead of him.  Tyler
stood motionless, unable to grasp what he saw, then turned to Pablo and
said, "Is this for me, sir?"

"All yours, kiddo.  After Randy and me pretty much trashed it with our
fight we worked on it most of the night to make everything right.  What
d'ya think, kid?"

"It ... it's yellow ... my favorite color.  And it's so ... gorgeous.  I
don't deserve it, sir."

Pablo grabbed him by the shoulders.  "Now what did I just get through
telling you, boy?  Don't put yourself down like that.  You're my boy, and
my boy deserves the best.  And this is the best.  And look at this ..."
Pablo opened the closet then the draws in the chest and displayed the new
clothes he and Bob had bought for him yesterday before all the trouble.

"Sir, I ... I don't know what to say."  But his shining eyes said it for
him, that and throwing his arms round Pablo and holding him tight.  Pablo
felt the boy's hard dick pressing against his own bulge and pulled apart.

"That's good, kiddo.  A boner's good – what I would expect.  Now I'll
tell you something else.  This is your room where you're free to do just as
you like.  You're the boss here, a place where you can hang out with your
buddies or just chill by yourself. Your porn collection is all here if you
need it. Just one thing. When I come here you're still my boy and you give
me what I want OK?"

"You mean like my ass, sir?  Do you want to fuck me now, sir?"

Pablo chuckled.  "That's my boy.  You're sounding more like one of the clan
all the time.  And you're half right.  But we won't exactly be christening
the bed `cos Randy and Bob already did that when they fucked on it this
morning.  They fuck everywhere all the time, kinda make their own rules.
Hope you're OK that they used your bed."

"I think it's hot, sir.  I just wish I'd been here to watch."

Pablo threw his head back and laughed.  "Hell, you really are getting the
tribe's vibe ain't you kiddo?  OK, I'll tell them.  Next time they fuck my
boy's gonna watch.  And believe me, it's a hot fucking scene.  But right
now it's you and me."

Tyler made a move to unbutton his shorts but Pablo said, "No, wait."  Pablo
was still in the clothes he wore on the construction site – shirtless in
jeans and boots – and to Tyler's surprise Pablo now kicked off his
boots, ripped open his jeans and let them drop.  Then he threw himself on
the bed, on his back, naked.

Tyler frowned in confusion, though the sight of the hunky mechanic lying
naked before him, hair tousled, his face and body still greasy and sweaty,
made the boy's cock even harder.

Which it turned out he was going to need, as Pablo said, "See, the thing
is, boy, like I said, you're the boss here in this room.  I want you to
learn self-confidence, to be assertive.  It was the same with me and Randy
after we first met, and he knew what to do.  That big macho gypsy told me
... to fuck him."

Tyler frowned again as the truth finally dawned on him.  "You mean ... you
mean that's what you want me to do ... to fuck your ass, sir?"

"Bingo!" Pablo grinned, enjoying his boy's surprise.  "Hey, you should be
so lucky.  Randy always says my ass is so fine it can make grown men weep.
See?  He rolled over on his stomach and flexed the solid white globes of
his perfect ass.  Tyler gasped.  Pablo turned over on his back again and
said, "Come on, kid, don't look so scared.  I hear you already fucked your
buddy Eddie, is that right?"

"Yes, sir, but ..."

"Did you enjoy it?"

"It felt great, sir, but ..."

"So what's Eddie got that I haven't got?"

"Nothing, sir, I mean ..."

Words failed him and Pablo said more sternly.  "There you go again
shrinking into that shell, like you're not good enough to fuck ass.  All
the boys fuck their masters sometimes ... hell, I've fucked Randy a lot.
Don't tell me you're gonna wimp out on me, boy."

The challenge had been thrown out and Tyler knew he had to rise to the
occasion.  His cock had already risen like a flagpole so that wasn't the
problem.  He just had to get his mind round the idea of topping his master
– fucking the muscular mechanic he worshipped.  But it had been an
order, an order to prove that he was not just a meek boy but a young man
who could top another, even one as tough as Pablo.

Above all Tyler wanted to please his master, he wanted to prove himself
– and this was the way.  He looked down at the muscle-stud lying naked
before him, the challenge still gleaming in his eyes.  "Come on kid, you're
my boy.  You can do anything I tell you to, you know you can."  Pablo
stroked his cock seductively as he stared up encouragingly, instilling him
with confidence.

Taking strength from the toughness he saw in his master Tyler pulled off
his T-shirt, dropped his shorts, and his cock sprang out hard and proud.
He walked toward the bed and knelt on it between Pablo's spread legs. "I
need this, kiddo," Pablo said.  "I need this to make amends for the way I
treated you.  Do it for me, Tyler.  Do it for your master."

And suddenly Tyler felt a new kind of power surge through him.  The
beautiful man on the bed was his master, he was his boy, and his master
wanted him to be tough.  "Just spit on your dick, boy.  I'm used to that.
Do what I would do."  Tyler did as ordered, rubbing spit on his cock as he
had seen Pablo do.  He was learning to copy his master just as he knew
Pablo had molded himself on Randy all these years.

Drawing confidence from the look in Pablo's dark eyes Tyler pushed his
master's legs up high and eased his stiff rod between the mounds of his
ass.  "Make me feel good," Pablo smiled.  "You wanna fuck me, you know you
do.  Tell me, boy ... tell me you do."

"Yes I do, sir," Tyler said boldly.  "I want to fuck you because I love
you, sir.  I want to fuck your beautiful ass ... aaah."  He yelled as his
cock entered the mechanic's ass and plunged all the way deep inside.  He
gasped and Pablo said, "Don't cum, boy.  Don't cum until I give you
permission.  Now make me feel good.  Fuck me like I fucked you."

Remembering how he had felt with Pablo's rod inside him Tyler pulled almost
all the way back, then plunged in again.  Quickly he found the rhythm and
was soon fucking ass the way he had fucked his pal Eddie.  Only this was
not a boy he was topping, this was a tough alpha male, a hot mechanic, his
muscular body and square-jawed features gleaming with sweat and grease.
The man was the boss's son, Tyler's own master ... and he was fucking him!

An image of how Pablo had fucked him flashed on his mind and he
instinctively leaned forward and pinned Pablo's wrists to the bed just as
Pablo had done to him.  Pablo was elated.  "That's it, kid, I knew you had
it in you.  Damn you look hot like that.  It feels incredible getting my
ass ploughed by my own boy. That's what I want in a boy, one who's gutsy
enough to pin his master to the bed and fuck the crap out of him, even if
he gets punished for it."

"I don't care, sir," said Tyler, charged with a recklessness he had never
felt before.  "I don't care if I get punished, if you tie me up, whip me
and fuck me.  It's worth it to feel your hot ass round my cock.  It's worth
it to fuck my master.  I want to love you, fuck you and get punished by you
– I want it all.  I love being your boy, sir.  It makes me feel like a
man."

"And you are a man – my man.  So fuck me good, man ... fuck harder,
pound my fucking ass, yeah ... make me proud of you, dude."

Tyler had never in his life felt like this, like a young colt flexing his
muscles for the first time.  His cock, his whole body was on fire as he
looked down at the dirt-streaked mechanic writhing beneath him, muscles
rippling as his own boy pounded him harder and harder.  Tyler shifted his
hands off Pablo's wrists and pressed his palms on the solid slabs of his
pecs, feeling the sinews move under his hands.

Pablo, his arms now free, grabbed his own cock with one hand and raised the
other to squeeze the boy's nipple.  "Aaah!" Pablo gasped.  "Oh, sir, that's
gonna make me cum.  Please, sir."

"OK, boy, let's do it.  I wanna feel my boy's jizz in my ass while I jerk
off.  This should do it."  He licked his fingers and twisted the nipple
hard, sending jolts of pain spearing from Tyler's chest through his whole
body and making him scream.  "Aaagh ... no ... fuck you ... fuck you, man
... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh!"

He had never felt an orgasm like this as his cock erupted deep in the ass
of his young master whose jizz blasted all over his ripped abs and mixed
with the oil and sweat on his heaving chest.  Tyler was launched into a
world of raw lust and a craving for his master's body.  When his cock
drained he pulled it out, fell forward and rubbed his cheek against the
mechanic's cum-slick chest, then licked the creamy liquid from his stomach,
chest and face.

Pablo whooped triumphantly and pulled Tyler down in his arms, feverishly
kissing his face, eyes, lips and neck.  "I knew you had it in you, boy, I
just knew it.  Doc Steve knew it too.  Damn you were good."

"But those things I said ... was I rude to you sir?"

"Damn straight you were, of course you were, you were cumming in my ass.
In the heat of passion there's no holding back, you say what you like, what
you feel.  And you felt good, uh?"

"I've never felt anything like it, sir. It made me feel ... I dunno
... like ..."

"Like a top man?  `Cos that's what you were, fucking your master."

"And, and sir, will I get punished for that?"

Pablo laughed.  "Shit damn you want it, don't you?  You fucking want it.
Damn you really are my boy.  Like I said, all the boys fuck their masters
sometimes, but what I didn't tell you is that they pay for it later.  I'll
take care of that tomorrow, but right now you got your duties to attend to.

First one is cleaning us up.  You've got a good-size shower here – Randy
took care of that when he built the place.  We're gonna shower together and
you're gonna learn how to soap down your master and massage his body just
the way he likes it.  Then, you've got kitchen duties.  Likely there's
gonna be a lot of guys for dinner tonight so the twins are gonna need your
help.  You up for all that?"

"Absolutely, sir.  Whatever you say, sir."

Pablo smiled to himself.  He had heard Tyler say those words before but
this time it was different.  The tone was not that of a subservient boy but
of a confident young man – not so much boy-to-man as man-to-man.  And
that's just what Pablo wanted.  He was starting to mold Tyler into the kind
of assertive boy he wanted, just as Randy had molded Pablo over the years
into what he was now – a master in his own right.

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

A short time later when Tyler crossed the lawn toward the kitchen he didn't
stumble across uncertainly – he strode across.  And when the twins
looked up from their work as he came in they saw the difference at once,
not only in his body language but in his words.  "OK, guys," Tyler grinned,
"crisis over, the cavalry's arrived.  I'm here to dig you out of the
weeds."

The twins chuckled.  "First of all, dude," said Kevin, "we are never `in
the weeds' in a kitchen and there's never a crisis."

"And second of all ..." Kyle said quizzically, "... have you just fucked
Pablo?"

Tyler's freckled face blushed and he came down to earth.  "That obvious,
uh?  Yeah, well I did."

"And it made you feel totally different about yourself, didn't it?"

"You know uh?"  He smiled, "Have you two fucked Bob?"

"Of course we have.  He totally loves it when we fuck him in turn, we
alternate until he can't tell one from the other, just one identical dick
after another pushing in his ass."

Tyler grinned, picturing the scene, but then turned serious.  "Guys, before
I start work I wanna get one thing off my chest.  I feel guilty because I
did something nobody thought possible – I split you two up because I
made love to one of you and ..."

"Hey, hey, hey," Kyle said, "I thought we'd put all that behind us.  I'll
tell you one last time, kiddo, that you were in no way to blame.  It was me
flying off the handle who was at fault.  Then I realized that Kevin was
only being kind to a new boy in trouble and now we're closer than ever.
It's like it never happened."

"That's right," Kevin added, `but if you really want to make amends you can
start by peeling those potatoes over there or else we really will be `in
the weeds' when the crowd outside starts hollering for food.

Kyle was right – their problems were over, buried in the past – and
Tyler was one of the boys.

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

As Pablo had guessed, and the twins knew well, that evening's dinner was
attended by a fair number of the tribe, including guys Tyler had not met.
Eddie, who had come down with Hassan, took it upon himself to do the
introductions while Pablo chatted with Randy and Bob.

Tyler had finished his kitchen duties and been released by the twins.  His
final task was to bring out cocktails for the guys sitting at the long
table by the pool, then Eddie pulled him down beside him.  "Dude, it's all
over the grapevine already how you fucked Pablo.  Way to go, buddy, that
automatically raises your status in the tribe – a boy who has fucked his
master, especially as Pablo is the boss's son."  Tyler grinned with a touch
of pride.

"Now," Eddie rattled on, "there are some guys you haven't met yet and you
won't believe how hot they are ... well maybe you will `cos you've already
met the Aussies from next door Adam and Nate, and the leathermen Zack and
Darius.  Hell, you even got spit-roasted by Darius and Pablo at Uncle
Mike's so you get the general idea.  Plus Randy and Bob are not exactly
chopped liver ... anyway, cut a long story short, it's a hot bunch a' guys.

Tyler smiled as he had never yet heard Eddie cut a long story short –
quite the reverse – and Eddie continued, "And here comes one of them
now," as Jamie emerged from the office, wearing surfer trunks and a loose
tank, his blond hair tousled as ever.

"You met Jamie at Uncle Mike's in Palm Springs but you were so engrossed
with Pablo that you barely got to talk to him.  Jamie is a senior boy
... Mark's boy.  He manages the office, and he's the poster boy for
gorgeous blond California surfers as you can tell.  Hey Jamie," Eddie
yelled, "over here."

Jamie flashed a gleaming smile, came over to Tyler and hugged him,
stiffening the boy's almost permanent boner.  "Good to see you again Tyler,
I've been hearing so much about you since you, er, dropped in on us from
that tree at Mike's.  Yup, Pablo chose well I can see that, and
congratulations on ... well ... what you did this afternoon.  News gets
around fast here."  Tyler was amazed once again how everyone seemed to know
everything as soon as it happened ... they must all know by now that he had
fucked Pablo.

"Welcome to the circus, kiddo.  I was just in the office putting you on the
payroll, as Bob says you're to be Nate's assistant."  As he talked, Jamie
kept looking expectantly at the gate and now he said, "We didn't get to
talk much at Uncle Mike's, Tyler, and I'm sorry I can't stay and chat now.
We'll talk later but right now I gotta get ready for ..."  He left abruptly
and walked quickly toward his apartment on the ground floor of the house.

"Dude, I forgot how totally gorgeous Jamie is," Tyler said, his eyes
shining.  "But why did he run away like that ... get ready for what?"

"You'll see," Eddie smiled ... "and right now, by the sound of that bike
pulling up outside."

The gate opened and Tyler stared slack jawed at the homoerotic sight facing
him. The tall motorcycle cop strode in in his high, shiny motorcycle boots
and black uniform that clung to his muscled body.  He unbuckled his helmet,
took it off and shook his head, running his hand through his thick blond
hair.

Tyler had met Mark at Mike's of course, but had never seen him in uniform,
a look that was like something out of one of his porn movies, except this
guy was ten times hotter with his square-jawed, chiseled features and
muscular build.  Mark looked around at the group and said, "Hi, guys.  And
hey, that cute guy over there, as I recall, is Pablo's new boy."

Eddie and Tyler stood up and Eddie said, "Tyler, you remember Mark –
he's a cop."

Mark chuckled, "I suspect Tyler already worked that out, Eddie.  The
uniform might be a clue.  Hey, Tyler – welcome to the tribe.  From
everything I hear you'll fit right in."  He shook Tyler's hand firmly and
the boy felt his legs get weak as he stared into the blue-gray eyes.

He was lost for words but Eddie saved him by saying, "Dude, if you ever get
arrested you better hope it's by this cop.  Sir, how about arresting me
sometime soon?"

Mark laughed, "Well I'm sure you've been a bad boy, Eddie, but before I
arrest you I think I'd better check with Hassan first.  The police and the
Marines always try to cooperate."

"You can cooperate on me, sir."

"Down, boy," Mark chuckled, then looked around.  "Is Jamie here yet?"

"He's in your apartment, sir," Eddie said with a roguish grin.  "Waiting
for you."

"Thanks Eddie.  See you later Tyler."  Mark walked to the house with the
same eager stride as Jamie's before him.

"What was that all about?" Tyler asked.

"Dude, it's a ritual.  See, every day Mark rides around the city on police
patrol and that big machine throbs between his legs – the motorcycle I
mean, not his cock, well that too – making him super horny.  And what
comes to his mind?  The image of a gorgeous blond surfer lying naked on a
bed offering his ass to him.  So that's where Jamie is now and what do you
think the cop is gonna do with that other machine throbbing between his
legs – the cock, not the bike?"

"Fuck him?"

"Wow, super smart, dude.  You catch on fast.  Sometimes the cop is so hot
to trot he don't even take his uniform off – just whips out his dick and
slam, bam, surfer man."

By now Tyler was laughing hard and further down the table Pablo exchanged
smiles with Randy and Bob as they saw the transformation in the boy.

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

There came the sound of another truck pulling up at the gate and Eddie
said, "This is prob'ly the Forest Ranger Pete and his boy, who happens to
be another of my very best friends.  I'm not one to boast, but I'm the guy
who brought the dude into the tribe."

Again Tyler gaped as he saw a rugged, macho guy walk through the gate, then
his jaw dropped farther as he saw who was following him – a boy in a
wheelchair.  "Hey, guys, over here."  That was Eddie again monopolizing the
newcomers.

Pete came over with a big smile lighting his handsome features and
stretched out his hand to Tyler.  "So, at last I can put a face to the name
I've been hearing all over the place.  Tyler, right?  I hear you fell out
of a tree right at Pablo's feet.  Yeah, I can see why Pablo picked you up
and took you as his boy.  Welcome to the clan, kiddo. And this," Pete said
proudly, "is my boy ..."

" ... Brandon, I know, I know," Tyler said excitedly.  "You're the guy in
the Tarzan movie, the kid in the wheelchair.  I saw you on TV on the red
carpet being interviewed and doing wheelies for the cameras.  I've seen the
movie twice already and I really envy you, dude, being saved and carried
off in the arms of that hunk who plays Tarzan.  But why are you in a
wheelchair now?  Are you rehearsing for the next movie?"

Brandon laughed.  "Well, Tyler, you could say I've been rehearsing most of
my life.  See, it's real, dude, the chair's the real thing."

"Not that you'd ever know it," Eddie gushed.  "Brandon can do everything we
do and more.  Like the wheelies.  Do it now, dude, just to prove you really
are the guy he saw on TV."

"Eddie," Brandon grinned, "you make me feel like a performing seal ... but
OK, this is just for you, Tyler."  Brandon pulled back and spun round in a
set of dizzying wheelies to the laughter and applause of the excited new
boy.

"Awesome, dude," Tyler said, his eyes shining.  "You know, I saw that movie
as soon as it opened in Palm Springs and I ..." he hesitated and leaned
closer to Eddie and Brandon.  "Well, that guy who plays Tarzan is so hot
that I ... I jerked off in my shorts all on my own in the dark theater."
He giggled.  "I did the same the second time I saw it.  I mean, that scene
where Tarzan is captured by the soldiers, tied to a tree and whipped, then
gets free and beats the crap out of them.  Wow, I could cum right here
thinking about it."

He gazed at Brandon in awe.  "And you actually got to meet the guy and play
that scene with him where he scoops you in his arms."  His eyes sparkled.
"Hey, I'd like to see the movie again ... maybe we could all three go
together.  My treat."

Brandon grinned.  "Actually, dude, I think we can do a little better than
that."

"You mean ... you get free tickets?  Of course you do, being in it and
all."

"No, even better than that," Eddie said.  "One day real soon we'll take you
to a great big house at the top of the hill and ... well, you'll see."  He
checked himself after a warning glance from Brandon reminding him that
before anyone new was taken to the Grady House to meet Tarzan himself they
had to get the OK from his lover Mario, always fiercely protecting his
privacy.

But Eddie didn't stop.  "You've heard that your room here used to belong to
a guy called Mario before he fell in love and moved away to ..."  Another
raised-eyebrow look from Brandon made Eddie trail off with, "Well, like I
said, you'll see, dude."

He was saved from any further indiscretions by a shout from Pablo.  "Hey
kid, get your ass down this end of the table."

Pablo had been having a man to man conversation with Randy and Bob about
Tyler, in which Randy had said, bluntly as always, "So, kid, you let the
boy fuck you already.  That was fast. Took me weeks before I let you stick
your dick up my ass."

"Yeah, well I remembered that, sir, and how powerful it made me feel,
fucking my master.  I realized that Tyler's shyness came from his
background, not from inside him, and all he needed was a power boost too,
so I figured that was the best way to do it."

"That was a really good call, Pablo," Bob said.  "It's so good to see you
using your experience as Randy's boy and putting it to use in training your
own boy.  `Course," he said with a twinkle in his eye, "there may be some
of your master's traits that you don't need to pass down to the next
generation."

"Aw, come on, buddy," Randy objected.  "You're always painting me as the
villain of the piece.  You better watch it, stud, or I'll show you just how
villainous I can be."

"Been there, done that," Bob yawned.

"Asshole," Randy growled, then leaned forward, kissed Bob and twisted his
nipple through his shirt.  "Pablo, get your boy over here, I got something
to say."  Hence Pablo's shout to Tyler to `get your ass down this end of
the table'.

Tyler responded immediately, but not with his former shy scramble.  The men
could feel the vibe more of a self-reliant young man than a nervous young
boy.  "Yes, sir?" he said, looking Pablo straight in the eye.

"Actually it was me who had a suggestion, kid," Randy said.  Tomorrow's a
workday and we got a shit load of crap to get through at the site.  If
Pablo will let you, I think it'll be a good idea for you get a look at the
construction site before you actually start work with Nate and Eddie here
at the house.  It's basically the construction company that keeps this
whole thing going, right Bob?"

"Right.  I supervise the balance sheets and they are looking very healthy.
To give you some idea, Tyler, we currently have three sites in operation,
overseen by Randy, Zack and Darius, with Pablo in charge of the small staff
of mechanics. Randy's kid brother Ben is his assistant.

"It's Pablo's decision, of course, but I agree with Randy that spending a
day on the site with Pablo would give you a good background into the
business activities of the tribe."  He smiled, "Heaven knows you've already
had a grounding into the sexual activities."

Randy grinned raunchily, "Don't you mean `grinding', buddy?"

"Very funny, Randy," Bob groaned.  "Funny and crude, no surprise there."

"If you two can stop sparring for a second," Pablo laughed, "I agree with
the idea, provided Tyler wants to.  How does it grab you, kid, working
alongside me at the construction site?"

"I would like it a whole lot, sir," Tyler said.  He did not add that the
thought of watching the shirtless mechanic get greasy and sweaty at work
gave him a massive hard-on under the table.

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

After dinner Pablo said, "Well, Darius is sleeping with Zack and Miguel,
Randy's with Bob, of course, so looks like I'm gonna shack up with you,
kiddo.  OK with you?"

"I was hoping you would, sir.  This is my first night in my new room."

"No sex, though, kid."  Tyler's face fell.  "I know," Pablo grinned, "you
wanted to feel my dick in your ass, punishing you for fucking me.  Well not
tonight, boy.  We gotta get up real early tomorrow, quick bite to eat
downstairs then off to the site.  Like Randy said, shit load a' work to do.
We'll take care of that punishment thing later."

So that's how it went, with Tyler sleeping in Pablo's arms, fantasizing
about Pablo working in the macho world of construction.  His excitement
reached a peak next morning as he sat in the truck next to Pablo on the way
to work.  He didn't feel like one of the crew, he was too apprehensive for
that, but just being shoulder to shoulder with Pablo was a big turn-on.

Pablo was, as always, bare-chested in his grubby jeans and boots, and he
had made Tyler wear the same, plus a T-shirt.

When they walked onto the construction site the thing that surprised Tyler
most was the vibe.  He recognized Zack, Darius and Randy, of course, but
they were different from the way they were at home – more serious,
rough, everyone focused on the hard physical labor ahead.

Zack, especially, was like a picture he had seen on a porn drawing – a
tall black muscle-god with a rugged face and shaved head, stripped to the
waist in black jeans, striding around yelling orders.  "Get that fucking
beam outa there, guys.  Put some muscle in it ... like this."  He went to
help the crew lift the offending steel I-beam, his powerful body flexing as
he exerted more strength than the others put together.

Tyler's first lesson was that Randy and Zack never asked of their men
things they wouldn't do themselves ... and often did.  Darius, Randy's
assistant, was dressed just like his master Zack and looked just as tough
striding around the site.  Tyler could see why Randy and Zack were masters
of the tribe and why Darius and Pablo were the senior boys.  And he found
it all so damn sexy – a massive turn-on.

"Over here, kid."  Pablo led him to a giant earth mover that was out of
commission, much to Randy's annoyance.  A dark-haired gypsy-looking boy was
staring at the engine he had opened at the back.  "Hey, Ben," Pablo said,
"I want you to meet my new boy Tyler.  Tyler will be working at the house
under Nate, but he'll be with us today getting a feel for the work we do
here.  Tyler, this is my assistant Ben.

Ben wiped his greasy hand, smiled a dusky urchin smile and shook Tyler's
hand.  "And you're Randy's brother," Tyler smiled, "you look just like
him."

"Yeah," Ben grinned, "minus all the muscle and the big macho attitude,
throwing his orders around – even to me.  Being his kid brother is no
defense."

"OK Ben, work," Pablo said.  "Randy wants this thing back in action pronto,
how's it going?"

"Another couple hours should do it, dude."

"Good.  Randy wants me to work on that truck over there so I'm gonna leave
Tyler here to help you – your assistant.  He don't know shit about
motors so you'll have to tell him what to do ... all the grunt work," he
grinned.  "Couple hours, right?  No longer."

He strode away and Ben chuckled, "Like father like son, eh?  He can be as
fierce as Randy – copies him in everything.  That's why Randy adopted
him.  I was pissed at first, being Randy's brother and all, but we get
along good now.  Anyway, I got my own master now, Jason ... he's a fireman,
totally hot, he was in one of those calendars ... you'll meet him soon."

And that's how it went all morning, Ben gossiping while they worked, with
Ben showing Tyler the easy bits he could handle.  "Dude," Ben said
conspiratorially, "word on the grapevine is that you fucked Pablo already.
Is that true?"

"Yeah, I did.  Pablo told me to – wanted me get over my shyness, feel
more – what do they call it? – empowered.  Dude I am so crazy in love
with him.  I mean, just look at him."  They looked over at Pablo who was
bent over the engine of the truck.  "I mean, that face that body ... he's a
boy's wet dream."

"Yeah and that ass too, that's what Randy lusts after," Ben said. "That rag
hanging out of his back pocket – I think he has it there just to show
off his ass for Randy.  And it works too.  See that trailer over there?
That's Randy's office and he stands at the window watching Pablo work.
Often during the lunch break when Randy's horny, he calls Pablo in there,
pushes him over the drafting table, pulls his jeans down over his ass and
ploughs it.  Gives it to him real good."

Tyler was mesmerized by all the fantasies Ben conjured up as he chattered
away while they worked hard.  Tyler supplemented the fantasies by glancing
over at the real thing – the young stud mechanic already messed up with
oil, his ass on display as he bent over ... the ass Randy loved to fuck.

Tyler found that the dirty, physical labor turned him on, but it was tiring
and he was grateful when the lunch whistle sounded.  "We did it, dude," Ben
smiled. "Engine's as good as new.  Even Pablo can't find fault with that.
Thanks for your help, dude."

Tyler was about to reply but his words were drowned out by a shout from the
trailer. "Pablo, get your ass in here."

Ben smiled his playful monkey smile.  "What'd I tell you?  I could tell
Randy was cranking up for that.  See Pablo go.  He's gonna get it good."

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

Ben offered to share his sandwiches with Tyler, but the boy was distracted
by thoughts of what was going on in the trailer.  He imagined his master,
the rugged mechanic, bent over the table with the construction boss
pounding his ass from behind.  But he pulled himself back to Ben's
conversation and was starting to join in when suddenly there was another
shout from the direction of the office.  And this time it was Pablo.

"Tyler, get your ass in here now!"

Ben looked startled.  "Jeez that's new.  Even I have lost the plot now."

"It's obvious," Tyler said nervously.  "Randy wants my ass instead of
Pablo's.  Randy fucked me before and he wants to do it again."

"Well, dude, only one way to find out.  You better get going – don't
wanna disobey two masters, especially when the boss wants your ass.  Good
luck, kiddo."

Tyler ran across the construction site and stumbled up the three steps of
the trailer.  Inside he was surprised to see Pablo and Randy sitting on the
old couch there drinking beer.  Pablo said, "Lock the door behind you, boy.
Draw the window blinds and stand there facing us."

Tyler did as ordered and stood with his hands behind his back staring
straight ahead.  Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the two men, both
of them dirty and sweaty, both in old filthy jeans and muddy boots, one
shirtless the other with an old tank hanging over his muscled chest.

They took another swig of beer and Randy said, "So this the kid?"

"Sure is."

"And you're seriously telling me he actually fucked your ass?  He fucked
his master's ass?  How long has he been your boy?"

"Under a week."

"Oh shit," Randy sneered.  "Oh no, man, you can't let that go.  Damn, a new
boy like this fucks his master after less than a week?  That's not only
disrespectful, it's insolent.  You gotta teach him a lesson, show him who's
boss."

Tyler could hardly believe what he was hearing.  These men, the boss and
the boss's boy, two tough alpha males, were trash-talking him, treating him
like a kid who had committed some kind of crime against his master.  And
yet ... he had been in the tribe long enough to know anger when he heard it
... and this wasn't that.  He had a feeling that they were enjoying
themselves, play-acting.  Whatever he felt – fear, excitement, or both
– his cock was bulging in his pants."

"What's that, boy," Pablo growled, "that bulge in your pants?  You dissing
me again, with a boner?  Get rid of it."

"I ... I ... can't sir."

"You what?" Pablo snarled.  "You say you can't ... to me!  First you fuck
your master's ass, then when I give you a tongue lashing you react with a
fucking hard-on?  Jesus, boy, my dad's right, I can't let it slide.  You
gotta learn what punishment is, kid.  Come here."

With a broad stroke of the arm Pablo swept the papers off the drafting
table, grabbed the back of the boy's neck and forced him to bend over the
table face first.  Scared, and thrilled, Tyler knew what this was ... it
was a fantasy, except it was real – a new boy, a rookie, was getting
punished by his master, an angry muscled-stud mechanic, in the boss's
office while the boss looked on.  Yesterday he had wanted Pablo to punish
him, but now that it was real ...

He felt hands coming round his waist from behind, his jeans were ripped
open and pulled down below his ass.  He yelled as his ass was slapped,
again and again, just enough to sting sharply.  "You know what your
punishment's gonna be, don't you boy ... where it's gonna be?"

"In my ass, sir?"

"Damn right in your ass.  Look at the mirror on the wall behind the table.
That's your master behind you, boy, and this ..." Tyler felt a hard rod
brush his ass cheeks "... this is your master's cock.  I'll give you a
break and spit on it.  OK, here it comes, boy, just what you deserve."

"Aaah!" Tyler howled as the wet rod speared his ass, then pulled back and
drove in again.  There was a burst of pain that quickly faded, to be
replaced by ... "Oh Jesus ..."  He looked up at the mirror and saw the
mechanic's square-jawed Mestizo face with its slanted dark eyes and black
hair – his master.  And his master's cock was in his ass, punishing him
and ... aaah!"

"Dammit to hell," he heard Randy yell.  "The young punk has busted a nut
– without permission.  Look at that jizz spewing on the floor.  Man, the
kid's out of control."

"Fuck you, boy," Pablo yelled. "You dare trash your master like that.  Fuck
you ..."  The pounding increased, harder and deeper, and Tyler struggled,
arms spread out, gripping the edges of the table.  This was harder than
Pablo had fucked him before, though in the back of his mind he knew that a
really enraged Pablo could have ripped his ass open.  Sure, this hurt but
... but he loved it ... the pain, the punishment, the power of the tough
young mechanic, of his rod pile-driving his ass.

He gritted his teeth as the attack continued, focusing on the rugged face
in the mirror gleaming with oil and sweat.  He felt he was about to cum
again, so lowered his face away from the mirror and looked down at the
table.

Suddenly he heard an animal-like howl ... it was Pablo ... his master was
howling in pain!  The boy looked up and gasped at what he saw in the
mirror.  Looming behind Pablo was the savage gypsy face of boss Randy.  He
felt Pablo's cock swell in his ass and knew ... he knew that Randy was
fucking his boy while Pablo fucked him.

"Fuck you," Pablo yelled.  "Fuck you, man."

Randy laughed, "You don't seriously think I could watch that perfect ass
clenching while you pounded your boy and not get in on the act do you?
Nothing I ain't done a million times before in here, boy.  Only this time
I'm fucking you and your boy."

And to Tyler that's exactly what it felt like.  He looked in the mirror at
the boss and his son, and each time Randy thrust and Pablo winced, Tyler
felt the thrust in his own ass as Pablo's cock drove in hard.  The
sensation drove him wild.  Tyler was feeling exactly what his master was
feeling, both of them getting their asses ploughed in sync.

Tyler stared in disbelief at the savage gypsy face, and at the hot Mestizo
grimacing in pain and retaliating by banging his boy's ass.  The double
fuck increased in speed and intensity and Tyler lost control.  "Yeah," he
yelled, "fuck me, sirs ... shit, I can feel both your cocks in my ass.
Please, sirs, I gotta cum again.  Please, let me cum.  I can't hold back
...please."

"What d'you say, Pablo?" Randy grinned.  "Do we have mercy on him, let him
spill more jizz?"

"Ready when you are, boss," Pablo yelled.  "Let's do it ... fuck yeah."

Their bodies tensed, muscles flexed and ... "Yeah ... fuck yeaah!"  They
howled together and shot their loads in a spectacular triple orgasm as the
boss blasted jizz in the ass of his boy, who unloaded in his boy, who
spurted another stream of cum on the trailer floor.  "Holy shit," Randy
yelled, "that was one hot goddam fuck, boys."

Then the only sound was the heavy breathing of three spent men – the
construction boss, his head mechanic, and a boy whose mind was spinning in
disbelief at what had just happened.

Suddenly everything changed.  Randy pulled out of Pablo's ass, wiped his
cock and stuffed it back in his pants.  "Break's over, back to work.  Shit
load of work still to do."  Pablo copied his dad's businesslike attitude
and pulled out of his boy's ass.  But he was gentler to his boy and took
him in his arms.  "So, kiddo, you wanted to get punished and you did –
by me and my dad.  Pretty strong stuff, eh?  You still wanna be my boy?"

"More than ever, sir.  Thank you, thank you."

"OK, now get back to work.  Ben's waiting for you."

As Tyler opened the door Randy put his hand on his shoulder and flashed his
gleaming gypsy smile.  "You did great, kid.  You're one of the family."

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

Actually Ben was waiting not for help but for news.  His eyes sparkled as
he said. "Well?  Spill, dude.  Which one of them fucked you?"

Tyler grinned, "Well, they both did ... in a way.  Pablo threw me over the
desk and fucked me while Randy fucked him."

Ben's eyes opened wide.  "Get outta here!  You're kidding.  You're not
kidding.  Wow, you wait till the boys hear this one.  Dude, you gotta be
one of the boys – Eddie, Brandon and me, we're the three amigos, well
four with Brian ... five with you."

"Well, I already know Eddie, of course, and I met Brandon too – he's the
guy in the Tarzan movie.  Funny thing though.  I said I loved that movie,
jerked off in the theater watching the guy who played Tarzan, but when I
suggested we all go see it they got kinda weird, real cagey.  Said
something about `we could do better than that'.  Eddie let slip about some
big house, but Brandon shut him up.  I heard someone else call it the Grady
House.  What's that, dude?"

"Oh," Ben giggled, "the Grady House.  Well it's ... well, you'll see."

That's just what Eddie said ... `you'll see'."

"Well you will dude, all in good time.  You'll see ..."

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