Date: Wed, 17 Aug 2011 02:50:56 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Part 39  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 39
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER Jamie is finally accepted into the house.  "Mark," Randy
says to the cop, "You've got yourself a hell of a boy."  But Jamie worries
that he cannot give himself fully to the god-like cop.  Until the
revelation in the gym.  Mark says, "Well Jamie, I guess you and I both know
now what you've been wanting all this time.  Get ready, boy.  I'm really
gonna enjoy this."  And the cop unhooked the handcuffs from his belt

As I always say, guys, please send me your comments and suggestions.
E-mail me at rw6789@aol.com.  Now read on ... and enjoy.


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

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH -- Part 39

Although Jamie was still pale from the ordeal, his face now suddenly
flushed a deep red.  He was embarrassed by the applause, accompanied by
whoops and whistles from Darius and Pablo.

Mark had just brought Jamie home from the hospital where he had stayed
overnight for observation.  His left arm in a sling the young man was still
somewhat dazed from the trauma of the pit-bull attack.  He had come home
the day before to see Pablo's dog Billy in a vicious, losing fight with the
savage pit-bull that had broken into the garden.

Jamie had risked his life to save Billy and had managed to fight off the
savage attacker.  The vet had said to Mark, "I've never known anyone attack
a crazed pit-bull and live to tell about it.  The guy's real lucky to be
alive ... so's this dog.  That's a hell of a brave kid you've got there
sir."

Which accounted for the wild applause greeting Jamie now in the garden.
Along with Darius and Pablo, Randy and Bob joined in the enthusiastic
greeting as Mark put his arm around Jamie.  No doubt about it, Jamie was
the hero of the hour.

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

When the applause died down nobody quite knew what to do, except for Billy
who gazed admiringly at Jamie and wagged his tail furiously.  Soon Pablo
walked forward and joined him.  His eyes held Jamie's in a steady gaze and
he thrust his hand out to him.  Jamie took it and they shook hands, rather
solemnly.

Pablo cleared his throat.  "I ... I've been a real prick to you, dude.  I
treated you like shit, then ignored you ... and then you go and risk your
life to save Billy's.  You could have died.  Why did you do it, man?

"Because you love him." Jamie said simply.  "I've seen the way you are
together.  You're crazy about Billy.  You'd have fallen apart if anything
happened to him.  I had to save him ... for you."

"Jesus, man."  Pablo's eyes filled with tears and he grabbed Jamie in a
tight bear hug.  The enormity of what could have happened overwhelmed him
now and he started to sob.  "I can never thank you enough, dude.  Billy's
everything to me and ... I owe everything to you."  He pulled back and held
Jamie at arm's length.  "You were incredible, dude.  Taking on a pit-bull
single handed ... I never thought I'd say this but ... I admire the hell
out of you, man."

"That goes for two of us."  Darius had come up to them and it was his turn
to hug Jamie.  "We've been real mother-fuckers, the way we treated you.
We'll make it up to you, dude."

Jamie smiled, "I always wanted us to be friends ... from soon after I
started working for you."

"Hey," a deep voice growled.  "Enough of this Kumbaya shit."  Randy was
smiling.  "This calls for a few beers.  Darius, can you rustle up something
quick for us to eat and plenty to drink?

"Sure thing, boss," Darius said, and he and Pablo ran into the house.

***********

OK, guys!"  Randy stood up and there was silence.  They were all sitting
round the outdoor table eating and drinking noisily.  Now they looked
expectantly at Randy.

"Relax, I'm not gonna make a speech.  I'll say just one thing, though.
Jamie, when you know me better you'll understand that the thing I value
most in a guy is toughness.  One way or another I've put all these guys
through a trial of strength ... made them earn their place here.  But
you're something else!  I thought I'd seen everything, but never a guy
taking on a mad dog single-handedly.  You are one tough son-of-a-bitch and
I salute you.  You belong here, kid.  Welcome to the house."  He raised his
beer bottle, then looked at Mark.

"And Mark, you've got yourself a hell of a boy."

Caught off stride Mark said, "Oh ... we're really just ..."  But he trailed
off as he caught the look on Jamie's face.  He was gazing at Mark with a
mix of exhilaration and adoration, a look that told made Mark they were
more than just good buddies.

Mark corrected himself, smiled at Randy. "Thanks, man."  Then looking
straight at Jamie, "I know I have."

Bob looked at Darius and Pablo.  "Jamie's one of us now, and we're counting
on you guys to make him feel at home."

"On one condition," said Darius eagerly.  "That he tells us everything that
happened on the trip with Mark up north."

"Everything?" Jamie asked wide-eyed.

"Of course everything," said Pablo.  "Every detail."

Bob laughed.  "Jamie, you should know that around here Darius is known as
the `King of Fantasy.'  So you might want to dress the story up a bit."

"No need, sir," said Jamie.  "It was a fantasy."

As the three young guys ran off to the house Randy grinned at Mark and
tapped their beer bottles together.  "Cheers, man.  Treat him well, you
hear?"

***********

Late that evening Bob and Randy were in the house talking business.  Mark
was out working and would not be home until midnight.  The three young guys
were outside in the pool.  Darius and Pablo were swimming but Jamie was
just standing in the water to keep his arm dry.  It was no longer in a
sling but still bandaged and couldn't get wet.

All three had spent a good day together, with the two lovers listening
wide-eyed and open-mouthed as Jamie related the story of his extraordinary
bike trip with the glorious cop.  He had intended to hold some details back
but Darius's enthusiasm had somehow dragged out of him every last intimate
detail ... the ride, the beach, the rescue in the rip tide, his spontaneous
orgasm, the scene on the balcony where he and Mark had cum looking at each
other.

"No way, dude," Darius breathed.  "Awesome ... totally awesome.  Has he
fucked you yet?"

Jamie was taken aback and blushed deeply.  "No, you guys.  You got the
wrong idea.  I know we got off looking at each other ... "

" ... who wouldn't?" Darius interrupted.  "The man's a total god."

" .... but that's all," Jamie protested.  "We're just good buddies,
friends.  I could never ... you know ... do anything like that.  Even with
a guy like Mark."

"There are no guys like Mark," said Pablo.

"Well, whatever.  I'm only living with him until Randy has remodeled my
room.  That's all.  We don't get into ... all that stuff."

"O....K," said Darius slowly, grinning at Pablo.  "Just as you say."

"What?" asked Jamie, catching their look.

"Nothing," Pablo reassured him.  "It's just as you say, dude.  We believe
you."

***********

As Jamie's bandaged arm prevented him from swimming he left the guys in the
pool and went upstairs to wait for Mark to come home from his shift.  The
day had gone great.  And yet ... he was still troubled somehow
... confused.  He imagined what Mark must be doing right now, the powerful,
unformed cop astride his bike.  And this incredible man was coming home to
him.  They were going to sleep together.  Jamie frowned.

"And then what?" he thought.  He desperately wanted to give Mark everything
he needed.  "I want him to like me.  I want ... I want ... to serve him."
He winced.  "No, shit, that's not the word.  I want to ..."

But he couldn't find a different word.

He heard laughter coming from the two guys outside.  He stood at the
window, looking down at them playing in the pool.  Soon they got out, their
bodies gleaming wet in the moonlight.  He had to admit they were great
looking guys.  They stood looking at each other and Jamie sensed a change
in their body language.  They leaned toward each other and kissed.

Embarrassed and a bit shocked Jamie was about to turn away when he saw
Pablo lower his gaze.  He was staring at ... what?  No doubt about it, he
was staring at Darius's cock.  Jamie stood unseen at the window wide-eyed
as Darius's huge black cock rose until it stood out rigid.

"Jesus, that's incredible," thought Jamie.  "It's massive."  He watched
mesmerized as Pablo slowly sank to his knees trailing his hands down the
length of Darius's smooth, coffee-colored body.

"What the fuck ...?" Jamie wanted to turn away but stood enthralled by what
came next.  Pablo grasped Darius by the hips, lowered his head forward and
brought his mouth to the head of Darius's huge shaft.  Darius placed his
hands behind Pablo's head and pulled it slowly forward so his cock slid
into his lover's mouth.

"Jesus Christ," thought Jamie as he watched the whole length of the black
cock disappear into Pablo's mouth.  Then he did turn away from the window,
stunned by what he had seen, and threw himself onto the bed.

"I can't watch that shit," he thought in total confusion.  "They're ... I
mean ... I guess I knew they did something like that but, man ..."  He lay
there for only a few minutes before he found himself drawn again to the
window.  He looked down again at the garden.  By now Pablo's mouth was
being hammered by Darius's cock, the hips pounding back and forth against
his mouth.

Suddenly Darius pulled his cock out and said something to Pablo that Jamie
couldn't hear. He had the crazy idea that it was like watching a silent
porn movie.  But he couldn't tear himself away.  He watched hypnotized as
Pablo knelt on all fours on the lawn, his back to Darius.  Pablo pushed his
ass in the air and Jamie gasped.  It was only then that he realized how
perfect that ass was ... two flawless round globes, smooth-skinned,
hairless.

Instinctively Jamie knew what was coming next, and also knew he shouldn't
be watching, didn't want to watch ... but had to.  He saw Darius's long
pole move forward, enter the perfect ass and bury itself deep inside the
kneeling man.  As Jamie watched the fucking begin he was horrified to feel
his own cock get hard.  His hand moved down and he felt himself stroking
his cock.

The fucking grew more intense and now he heard the guys because they were
screaming.  He saw the bodies shudder and then go rigid and he knew what
was happening.  Both young guys were shooting their load, one all over the
grass and the other deep inside his lover's ass.

In spite of himself Jamie was now aroused with lust as he watched the
ecstasy on the faces of the two lovers.  Without thinking he stripped naked
and began beating his meat hard.  He felt his climax approaching and was
ready to shoot his load ... when suddenly the gate opened and Mark strode
into the garden, home from work, still in full uniform.

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

Jamie took his hand off his cock and watched.  He was amazed at the cop's
reaction.  He heard him laugh but couldn't catch what he said to the two
guys who were lying together on the ground.  They laughed back at him and
Mark walked toward the house.  In a flash Jamie left the window and threw
himself on the bed, taking deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

He heard Mark coming up the stairs and he propped himself on his elbows.
The bedroom door opened and there he stood, the stunning blond cop, strong,
handsome face, his muscular body etched under his tight black uniform.  The
shirt, open at the neck to show his white T-shirt, tapered from his broad
shoulders to his tight waist, the black pants tucked into high, black
leather boots.  Jamie gasped at the sight.

Mark stopped in his tracks and stared at the bed. "Jesus Christ," he
breathed.  Before him lay the naked young man, his beautiful body gleaming
in the moonlight that shone through the window.  And Jamie's cock was still
hard as a rock.

Neither man spoke another word.  Mark walked forward and stood, legs apart,
at the foot of the bed.  As Jamie gazed up in awe Mark slowly began to
unbutton his shirt.  He pulled it apart to reveal more of the white T-shirt
stretched over his chest.  Then he pulled the shirt from his waist until it
hung open.  The cop paused, then shrugged off the shirt, letting it fall to
the floor.

Jamie fell back on the bed and narrowed his eyes a little so that the tall
figure above him became his only focus.  The cop stood stripped to his
T-shirt, stretched in a wide V from his broad shoulders, down to where it
was tucked into the belted waist of his uniform pants.  Mark knew the
visual effect he was having on Jamie, whose hand reached down to grasp his
still raging cock.

Mark smiled and be began to pull at his T-shirt.  Slowly he pulled it up
from his waist, up over his chest, then over his head, and let it drop.
Jamie moaned at the sight and began to beat his cock harder.  The cop was
now stripped to the waist, and he unzipped his pants.  He pulled out his
cock, which was already rigid, and began to match Jamie stroke for stroke.

The visual impact was intense for both men and they couldn't hold back for
long.  Jamie watched and saw the muscular, shirtless body shudder and
tense.  The steely blue eyes bored into his and the cop said one word.
"Now."  His cock shot a long stream of white liquid that hit Jamie in the
face.  More cum followed, then more, splashing onto his chest.

Jamie was transported into another world as he stared wide-eyed at the
magnificent god-like cop pouring out his juice.  He gasped as he felt the
hot liquid splash into his face and over his body.  Then he felt more semen
hit him and he realized it was his own.  His own cum was now spraying over
him, mixing with Mark's all over his naked body.

His body was still heaving as he saw Mark bend down and pull off his shiny
boots.  Then he unbuckled his pants and let them drop.  Soon he was naked,
towering over the exhausted young man.  The cop knelt on the bed then
dropped forward on top of Jamie, their bodies sliding together on the pools
of cum all over Jamie.

As Jamie got used to the weight of the naked cop on him his euphoria began
to calm down.  He was in a sort of heaven, but a heaven that still had a
shadow over it.  Jamie knew that what they had done felt incredible, but he
also knew that he had not been able to give Mark the ultimate gift ... his
ass.  His mind went back to the sight of the young guys fucking and he
resolved to speak to them tomorrow.

Ten seconds after that he was asleep.

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

The next morning, Sunday, Darius, Pablo and Jamie were sitting at the
outdoor table eating a big cooked breakfast.

"I wish you'd let me help with the cooking," Jamie said.

"Sure.  You know how to cook?" asked Pablo.

"Well, my mom was AWOL most of the time so I always fed myself.  I got
quite good at it.  Where are the other guys, by the way?"

"Oh, that's a Sunday ritual here.  While we eat breakfast the three masters
work out downstairs in the gym."

Jamie frowned.  "The masters?"

"Yeah."

"Why do you call them that?

"'Cause that's what they are," Darius said.  "You still don't get it, dude.
They are the masters and we are here to serve them."

Jamie frowned again.  "That's not the way it is with Mark and me.  We're
buddies."

"Oh really."  Pablo looked skeptical.  "You don't want to serve him?  Most
guys I know would give anything to serve a spectacular guy like him."

Jamie remembered that the word `serve' had been the only one he could come
up with when thinking about Mark the night before.

"Do you call him `sir'?" Darius asked

"Well, yeah, I guess I do, but that doesn't mean ..."

"There you are, then," Darius cut him off.  "He's your master."

Jamie let the subject drop.  Then, after a silence he said, "Can I ask you
guys something?  It's kind of a personal question."

Darius grinned.  "That's the best kind.  Shoot, dude."

"Well ... first I gotta confess something.  Last night while you ... well,
after you got out of the pool ... I was watching upstairs."

"Cool," laughed Darius. "Did you get off on it?"

Jamie just blushed in reply.  Then he stammered, "What I wanted to ask is
... how does it feel to get fucked in the ass?"

"Hell, dude," said Pablo.  "That's not something you can describe in words.
It's out of this world.  Feels like nothing else."

"Trip to the moon," added Darius.

"But ... does it make you feel ... you know ... less of a man?"

"Shit, no," said Pablo.  "You have to be a real man to take a thing like
that all the way," and he looked down at Darius's crotch.

"Does it hurt?"

"Only the first time," said Darius.  "For me it was Randy, of course, the
boss man.  He tied me spread eagled to the hammock over there and he was
the first man ever to put his cock in my ass.  I'll never forget that."

Jamie gaped.  "He tied you up and then fucked you."

"Oh man, you should try it.  It feels sensational to be at the mercy of a
man like Randy."

"Jesus."  Jamie shuddered.  "I would never let anyone do that to me."

"Mine was with Bob," Pablo said.  "It hurt, but he was awesome.  The thing
is, I really wanted it.  You have to really want it."

"But Mark's different.  He doesn't want to fuck me.  He likes things just
the way they are."

"You sure about that, dude?"  Pablo asked.

Jamie frowned ... then suddenly knew what he had to do.

Just then the three muscle studs came out from the downstairs gym.  They
looked truly stunning, all of them in nothing but gym shorts and sneakers.
Their sculpted bodies, pumped and sweaty from their workout, gleamed in the
sunlight.

"Jesus, will you look at that?" said Darius.  "Yeah, they're masters
alright.  I'd sure like to know what goes on in those Sunday gym sessions."

"Hey," Randy shouted.  "You boys coming for a swim?"

As they passed by Mark smiled at Jamie.  "These two punks treating you OK ,
kid?"

Jamie smiled back.  Yeah, he thought, he knew now exactly what he had to
do.

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

That night Jamie again waited for Mark to get home after the evening shift.
The cop was beat when he came in and stripped off his uniform right away.
He had a quick shower, then came out into the bedroom with a towel wrapped
round his waist.  As always he looked spectacular, his still-wet chiseled
body gleaming in the moonlight.  He let the towel drop and threw himself
naked on the bed.  He smiled up at Jamie who was standing uncertainly by
the bed.

"What's the matter, kid?  Come to bed.  Take your clothes off and climb
in."

"Sir, there's something ...  there's something I want to do.  Something I
want you to do to me."

"OK," Mark said lightly.  "What's on your mind?"

"Sir ... I want ... I want you to fuck me in the ass."

Taken aback, Mark pulled himself up on his elbows.  "Shit, you don't mess
around, kid, do you?"

"Of course, if you don't want to, sir, I understand.  I mean, I know you
like Pablo's ass but if you don't like mine that's ...

"Jamie," Mark laughed, cutting him off.  "Listen kid, I'll tell you
something.  A few days ago when I finished my shift I went to the men's
room at the police station, looked into the mirror and beat my meat.  I
shot my load all over the mirror.  And you know what made me cum?"

"No, sir," Jamie whispered.

"I was thinking about you, kid.  Thinking about fucking your ass."

Jamie gulped, wide-eyed.  "Really, sir?"

"But, Jamie, I didn't really think you were into that.  I still don't.
You're not nearly ready for something like that."

Jamie's tone became defiant.  "I am, sir."

Quickly he stripped naked and threw himself face down on the bed.  He
pushed his ass slightly up into the air and said, "Please, sir.  I want you
to fuck me, sir."

Mark paused.  He knew what he had to do, even though he also knew Jamie
wasn't ready.  "OK, Jamie.  If you're sure you want this."

Mark knelt astride the naked body.  Looking down at the naturally beautiful
young body, the smooth skin, the perfect, rounded young ass, his cock began
to get stiff.  He leaned forward placing his hands on the bed beside Jamie
and brought his cock close to his ass.

As Jamie felt the head of the big dick resting on his hole he gulped a deep
intake of breath, gripped the sheets hard in his fists and buried his head
in the pillow.  He gritted his teeth waiting for the moment.

It came right away.  Slowly Mark started to push against Jamie's virgin ass
and, as he felt the pressure build, the young man clenched his ass muscles
tight.  He felt the big cock press harder and harder, the pain became more
and more intense.  The worse the pain, the more he resisted. ... .  And
then suddenly he knew he couldn't take it.  It hurt far too much.

"No!"  He twisted over and looked up at Mark in desperation.  "I can't do
it, sir.  It hurts so bad.  I'm sorry, sir.  I'm sorry, I ..."

Mark flopped down beside him and cradled Jamie's head to his chest.  "Hey,
hey.  No sweat, kid.  I knew you wouldn't be able to but I also knew you
wanted to try.  Don't beat yourself up about this."  He pulled back and
looked into the troubled eyes.  "You don't listen to me, kid.  I've told
you before, you only do things that feel good to you."

"But I wanted so bad to please you, sir."

"You do please me, Jamie.  Just sleeping with you in my arms pleases me.
Never do anything that hurts you just to please another guy.  You'll know
when the moment feels right, OK?"

"Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."

Mark wrapped his arms around Jamie, even tighter than usual.  "Now let's
get some sleep.  You feel OK now?"

"Yes, sir."

But that was only partly true.  Jamie loved being folded in the arms of
this gorgeous cop.  But he still desperately wanted to give Mark the
ultimate gift ... his ass.

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

The week that followed was full of confusion for Jamie.  Although Mark held
him tight in bed there was no more sex.  Mark held back, feeling that they
needed a break after what had happened, and Jamie was scared of more
failure, more disappointment that he could not give Mark everything he
wanted.

Sunday rolled round again, and once more the three young men were at the
outdoor breakfast table.  Darius and Pablo were aware that Jamie had been
downcast all week but they didn't ask him why ... even though Darius, as
usual, was dying for details.

Suddenly there came the sound of raucous laughter and the other three men
appeared, on their way to their Sunday ritual of a heavy workout in the gym
downstairs.  As always the muscle studs were wearing just their old gym
shorts and unlaced sneakers, and as always the three young guys gazed in
awe at them.

"So, Jamie," Bob said.  "How's the arm coming along?"

Actually it was coming along very well.  The healing process was remarkably
fast and the bandage was off.

"I'm doing great, sir, thanks."

"Shit," Randy growled.  "No sense just nursing the thing.  It needs to be
exercised.  He should start working out again, eh Mark?"

"Well, real light weights might be a good idea," Mark said.

"So come down with us," Randy smiled.  "Mark'll put you through your paces
while I put this guy here through his," and he threw his arm around Bob's
shoulder.

"Really, sir?"  All three young guys looked astonished.  None of them had
ever before been invited to join the masters in their Sunday ritual.

"You wanna come, Jamie?" Mark asked.

Jamie looked at his companions, whose eyes opened wide.  "Go ... go,
asshole," Darius whispered.  "You'll never get another chance like this.
And tell us everything after you get back."

Jamie stood up and Mark put his arm around him and said quietly.  "It all
gets very competitive and kinda raunchy down there, but I'll take care of
you, kid."

***********

The scene and the atmosphere in the gym was like nothing Jamie had ever
experienced. It was like something out of a fantasy.  Three gorgeous
bodybuilders, almost naked, laughing and joking as they urged each other on
to heavier weights and feats of strength.  They yelled, cursed and taunted
each other and seemed eager for bodily contact whenever possible.

The straining bodies quickly began to drip with perspiration as veins
bulged in the flexing muscles.  The air was heavy with testosterone, pure
masculinity, smelling of hot, male sweat.  The room rang with deep, macho
shouts and obscenities.

"Come on, asshole," Randy yelled at Bob.  "You're a fucking pussy today.
Here, grab this bar.  You can bench more than that."  He stood over the
sweating stud as Bob strained to press the impossibly heavy weight Randy
had put on the bar.

Jamie watched spellbound as the men grunted and yelled in a display of
powerful, masculine physicality.  He found the whole experience stunning
and ... he had to admit ... intensely erotic.  He was acutely aware that
his cock was quickly becoming rock hard.

Which presented a problem when Mark said, "OK, kid, strip down to your
shorts.  We'll just ignore those assholes and I'll get you started on
something simple."  He must have seen the bulge in Jamie's shorts but
didn't let on.  He made Jamie lie on a bench and loaded on a few light
weights.

"Here, I'll spot you."  And he stood astride the young man, looking down at
him as he handed the bar to him.  "Now, try to press this, and if it hurts
your arm we'll stop."

Jamie found he could handle more weight than he thought, and Mark was there
to assist.  But at one point Jamie almost dropped the bar when he looked up
at the muscle cop towering over him and could see, under his shorts, his
balls and cock swaying with the motion.  He was, simply, in heaven.  He had
never been so turned on by a man before.  He watched the rivers of sweat
pour over the cop's naked chest, and gasped as it dripped down onto his
face.

Mark pushed him to further effort and the routine carried on for some time
until he was starting to feel he needed a break.  Just then it seemed that
the competitiveness between Randy and Bob had reached a climax.

"OK," Randy growled.  "This is it.  The final contest ... pull-ups on the
chin bar.  I'm gonna ream you, man.  And we know the penalty for the loser.
Grab hold."

It was an amazing sight.  The two bodybuilders faced each other, grasping
the chin bar, naked chests pressed together. Locking eyes they pulled their
straining bodies up to the bar, then down, again and again, daring the
other to give up.  They groaned as their biceps and shoulders rippled,
their lats flared with the intense effort.  Their wet bodies slid against
each other as the steady rhythm continued up and down.  Jamie stared
awestruck.

Finally, it was Bob who caved.  He strained mightily but his muscles
failed, he could not make one final pull and his feet dropped to the floor.

"Pussy," yelled Randy in triumph and did two or three more pull-ups.  "I
win.  Now for the prize.  Get naked, big guy.

Soon both men were naked and they reached for the chin bar again, with a
difference.  This time Bob had his back to Randy as they began more
pull-ups.

"Assholes," Mark grinned and tried to distract Jamie with his own
exercises.  But when Jamie heard the guys start to yell louder he had to
look again.  They were now in a pitch of exhilaration.  Bob was hanging
motionless and Randy was still pulling himself up and down.

But it was their expressions that amazed Jamie, a look of ecstasy that he
had seen somewhere before.  Then he remembered.  It was the same look he
had seen last week on the faces of Darius and Pablo as they fucked in the
moonlight.  The truth hit Jamie like a rock.  Randy was inside Bob.  His
cock was in his ass.  As he pulled himself up and down his cock was sliding
in and out of his lover's ass.

The flexing bodies started to shudder, their shouts grew to a pitch ... and
then they went rigid, motionless.  Bob's stiff cock began to stream thick
white cum, which splashed down on the gym floor, and it was clear that
Randy had exploded in his lover's ass.  Jamie was riveted by the look of
exhilaration on their faces.

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

The incredible workout session was almost over.  "You've got to stretch
now," said Mark.  "On you back kid.  We'll do hamstrings first"

Jamie lay on his back and Mark knelt at his legs.  He grabbed his ankles
and slowly pushed his legs up and back to stretch the hamstrings.  "Let me
know if it's too much," he said.  But as he pushed Jamie slid backward on
the mat.

"Hey, Bob," Mark shouted.  "Give us a hand here.  Can you hold Jamie's
hands down so he doesn't slide backward?"  Bob knelt at Jamie's head and
pinned his hands to the floor.  Randy stood at the side watching, his arms
folded over his chest.

"That's got it," Mark said.  "Now he can't move."  Mark pushed Jamie's legs
back again, stretching them back almost to his head.  "That's better," Mark
said.  "A great stretch."  As he leaned forward his crotch came forward and
touched Jamie's ass through his shorts.

The effect on Jamie was electric.  He couldn't move.  The man he worshipped
held his legs and was pressing the bulge in his shorts against his ass.
Jamie could see Bob above him, his bare chest dripping sweat down onto his
face.  And the naked construction worker was watching it all, grinning down
at him.

Mark was so focused on stretching Jamie safely that he was unaware what was
happening.  But Jamie was entering a whole new world.  He was pinned to the
ground. He could see Mark bending over him, could feel his cock pressing
against his ass.  And he couldn't move.  He was at the mercy of the
muscular cop.

He remembered what Darius had said about being tied up and fucked.  "Oh
man, you should try it.  It feels sensational to be at the mercy of a man
like that."  This was it.  This is what he had wanted for so long.  He was
helpless, a captive of the beautiful cop, and he loved it.

Jamie felt his cock become totally rigid and the head poked up out of the
waistband of his shorts.  He felt Bob's dripping sweat, he saw Randy
grinning down at him, and most of all he felt the euphoria of Mark holding
his legs and pressing his bulge against his ass.

It was too much.  Jamie gazed up at Mark, his body went stiff ... and his
cock erupted.  Hot cum poured over his stomach and chest and sprayed up
over his face.  He screamed as his eyes locked with Mark's.  And that was
the look that did it.  An understanding passed between the two men.  They
both knew now.  They knew what Jamie needed, knew what they both wanted
more than anything.  There was only one way they could go from here.

Jamie was shaken from his trance by Randy's laughter. "Hell, kid, that was
awesome.  Now you're really one of us.  You got a great boy here, Mark.
You're both gonna have a shit load of fun.  I envy you."

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

That night Jamie was ready as he waited for Mark to come home.  He lay
naked on his back on the bed, his arms and legs spread-eagled.  His gaze
was fixed on the door, knowing that soon the cop would come through it.  He
was still mesmerized by the memory of the gym, lying on the floor unable to
move, his wrists pinned hard to the ground, his legs held up rigid, and
Mark looking down at him.

He had been helpless, totally in the cop's power.  Never in his life had he
had a real authority figure, never felt the need to be dominated ... never
loved or trusted anyone enough.  He had always thought of himself as a
macho, alpha male, the top man.  But that was before he met Mark.

The bedroom door suddenly opened and Mark came in from work, still in his
black uniform.  He looked down at Jamie, spread eagled and naked, and
smiled.  "You got it just right, kid."  He walked forward and looked down
into the boy's eyes.

"Well Jamie, I guess you and I both know now what you need ... what you've
been wanting all this time."  His eyes narrowed and he clenched his jaw.
His tone changed, became harder.  "Get ready, boy.  I'm really gonna enjoy
this."

And the cop unhooked the handcuffs from his belt.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength - Part 40"