Date: Tue, 12 Dec 2017 22:29:45 -0500
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Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 392  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 392
By Rob Williams

CHAPTER 392 – "TRIBAL LUSTS – NO HOLDS BARRED"

IN THIS CHAPTER:

The games continue at the Grady House where the tribe has gathered to flex
their muscles and indulge their lusts.  The muscle-stud leatherman Miguel
pays the price for trashing boss Randy as the guys line up to jack off over
him and drown him in jizz.  Later the fireman Jason and his boy Ben get
wild therapy from Dr. Steve. Jason says, "Damn you look hot, kid.  Look in
the mirror. That is one sexy young gypsy."
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************ In the previous chapter *************

The Grady House was hosting a major weekend gathering of the tribe.  The
large, very private house belonged to Grady, the heartthrob actor currently
starring as the new movie Tarzan, and his Italian lover Mario.

Already, by early Saturday afternoon, there had been a lot of hot and heavy
action in the group of oversexed men, much of it caught on camera by Zack's
boy Darius, the self-anointed historian of the group who prided himself on
filming `another one for the archives' as he put it.

The raucous clan was now gathered in the comfortable viewing room and, as
the houselights went down and the film started, the noise faded to an awed
silence.

There were two videos, the first featuring the tribe's leader Randy, and
Miguel, the hot Hispanic alpha male, a recent addition to the tribe.  It
was a hard-core saga where Miguel tied Randy to a tree, whipped him,
grabbed his balls and fucked him. The audience watched in awed silence as
their leader stoically endured the abuse until he suddenly turned the
tables, roped Miguel and fucked him. By the time the roles reversed again
and Randy was tied once more and fucked into orgasm the crowd was on its
feet cheering ... and there wasn't a limp dick in the house.

During the short intermission between the two videos the audience chatted
among themselves.  One of the conversations involved the handsome but
narcissistic fireman Jason who was sitting close to his boy Ben, the young
gypsy who was also Randy's kid brother.  Randy had earlier confronted Jason
about his attachment to the mirror rather than his boy, and the issue of
Jason's ego-trip vanity had been temporarily resolved.

But it was acknowledged that the problem was potentially harmful to his
relationship with Ben, an obsession that would most likely recur and needed
professional help.  Randy had already suggested that Jason should have a
therapy session with Steve, the tribe's shrink.  Doctor Steve and his lover
Lloyd were sitting next to Jason and Ben, and Steve took the opportunity to
broach the subject with them.

"Er, I don't wanna mix business with pleasure here, guys, but I wondered if
you had given any more thought to the possibility of consulting me
professionally."

"You mean a shrink session, doc?" Jason said.  "Sure, I'm all for that.
Anything that would help Ben and me avoid more problems like we've been
having."

"Good.  Well, as Mario has extended the invitation for all of us to spend
the whole weekend here, that would give us time to meet here so we can sort
through some of the issues – you know, vanity, voyeurism, self-love,
that kind of thing."  Steve grinned.  "As you know my methods are
notoriously unorthodox, but I think I can work something out.  We may even
recruit Lloyd here to give us a hand.  Maybe tomorrow morning?  How about
it?"

Jason looked questioningly at Ben whose eyes sparkled.  "I'm all for it,
sir, if you are."

It was settled, just as Darius announced the second movie, where he had
secretly filmed the tribe's leaders, Randy and his businessman lover Bob.
In the video Bob subjects the big gypsy to the exquisite torment of
`edging' where he repeatedly brings him to the edge of orgasm, only to
pause and deny him his climax.  Driven wild by delayed gratification, Randy
begs Bob for release but gradually learns to love the ecstasy of
near-climax, and finally Bob brings him to an explosive orgasm.

In the final scene Mario and Grady appear and Randy endures another serial
fuck from his two handsome hosts, ending in the ear shattering, triumphant
Tarzan yell that drowned out even the lusty cheers of the audience in a
standing ovation.

As the movie ended Grady leapt to his feet and said, "Friends, I have been
upstaged.  You all know I am supposed to be the big movie star around here,
but we have all just witnessed, in both films, the biggest star of them all
... our leader, Bob's lover, and my trainer – Randy."

Amid deafening cheers Randy stood up and Grady hugged him.  Randy growled
in his ear, "Fuck you, jungle man.  Monday morning after our gym workout
it's payback time, and Tarzan's ass is gonna get so fucking fucked.  And
that will be one for the archives."

Grady flashed his dazzling smile.  "I was so hoping you would say that,
Randy.  Bring it on."

The crowd made moves to disperse but suddenly Darius once again jumped on
the stage and shouted, "But wait, there's more!  No movie program in this
house would be complete without a live performance on stage after the film.
And for that I am joined by the leather-master you all love to fear – my
man Zack."

Zack got up beside Darius and put his arm over his shoulder.  They made a
stunning pair, two beautiful black men in leather pants, boots and black
tank tops.

"Guys," Zack said, "you haven't heard much from me while all this action
was going on – but that's about to change.  See, Randy and me are real
good buddies who go back a long way.  One of us gets hurt, the other takes
revenge.  You also know that Darius and I have recently welcomed a new
ultra-hot alpha male into our home.  Come on up, Miguel."

The muscular Hispanic, in jeans, black leather chaps and a sleeveless denim
shirt, joined them and Zack faced him.  "So, buddy, here's my dilemma.  It
wasn't easy for me to watch my friend Randy on screen getting tied up, gut
punched, whipped and fucked.  Like I said, one of us gets hurt, the other
takes revenge."

Zack frowned.  "But see, here's my problem.  The guy who did that to my
good buddy ... was my other good buddy ... a real alpha-male hunk ... you,
man.  You have to pay for what you did ... but what's one leather-master to
do to another one?"

"Take his best shot, I'd say," grinned Miguel.

Zack turned to his boy.  "What about you, Darius?  You got any ideas?"

"Me?  Hey, they don't call me the King of Fantasy for nothing.  I'm all for
audience participation shows, too, and we've got a hot group right here who
have all been straining to bust their nuts."

"I like your thinking, boy," Zack grinned.  "So what are we waiting for?"


********************** CHAPTER 392 **********************

The atmosphere in the Grady House viewing room was highly charged sexually
after the hard-core videos Darius had just screened.  The one that was now
at the focus of attention of black leather-master Zack, was the film where
his own new lover Miguel had subjected Zack's best buddy to savage
punishment in a voluntary trial of strength.

Zack, his boy Darius and Miguel were all standing on the low stage in front
of the eager tribe, all of them pumped to the max after watching the
homoerotic action on screen.  "We need a prop," Zack said.  "Hey Darius, go
get that chair over there."

Darius jumped off the stage and brought back a simple wooden chair with
arms, an extra chair that was seldom used as the audience sprawled in the
theater's comfortable leather armchairs.  Darius placed it firmly center
stage facing the audience and then, on a signal from Zack, pulled Miguel's
open denim shirt off him and tossed it aside.

The audience took in the full visual impact of the ruggedly handsome
Hispanic, stripped to the waist in black leather chaps over blue jeans and
heavy boots, with his square-cut features, heavily stubbled lantern jaw,
dark hair and penetrating dark eyes.  He had a body that wouldn't quit –
ripped, hard-muscled, a flawless physique.  They had all watched the video
in awe where he had brutalized the tough gypsy boss – and now it was
payback time.

Miguel faced the black leather-master Zack, with a body carved in ebony,
shaved head and gray eyes.  They had met long ago, the first experience for
both of man-to-man sex, but then had lost touch.  Recently they had met
again by chance, the fire had reignited and they became lovers – a
threesome with Zack's boy Darius.

"They stared at each other and Miguel said, "Go for it, stud.  I can take
it."

"We'll see about that," Zack smiled and pushed Miguel back into the chair.
Miguel sat with his forearms on the arms of the chair, expecting his wrists
to be tied.  Darius did too and asked, "You need ropes, sir?"

"No," Zack said loudly, addressing the audience.  "No ropes, guys.  Just as
Randy willingly submitted to Miguel to prove his manhood, Miguel's penalty
will not be forced on him.  All he has to do is raise his hand and it's
over.  He says he can take it – the question is, how much?

Zack turned to Miguel, his crotch level with the seated man's face.  "Seems
I am the designated avenger here.  Does the condemned man have any last
words before sentence is pronounced?"

Miguel grinned, "Just ... bring it on, big guy."

Zack unzipped his leather pants and pulled out his long, already iron-hard
dick.  "I think you know where this is going, buddy."  Miguel's only reply
was to open his mouth wide and Zack pushed his hips forward.  He grabbed
his thick black hair and pulled his face forward.  "Remember, when you
wanna quit just raise your hand."

"I don't quit, man.  I ...mmmm."  His words were stifled as his mouth was
stuffed with the huge black shaft driving down his throat.  It pulled back
and drove in again, with no choking or gagging from Miguel.  The crowd was
stunned into silence as they saw the handsome Hispanic face endure the
force of the rod ramming into it.  Tears came to his eyes but there was no
sound of distress, only a rhythmic slurping as the cock pounded the wet
mouth.

And Miguel's arms remained firmly on the armrests.  Far from giving up
Miguel retaliated by clenching his throat muscles round the thick shaft as
it pulled back, then swallowing as it plunged back in.  As a result, the
effect was more pronounced on Zack.  He loved this man, admired him, lusted
for him.  And the sight of his handsome face, unflinching as he stoically
withstood the forceful face fuck, was hugely erotic to Zack.

But it was at the same time a challenge – two alpha males engaged in a
trial of strength, pushing each other to the limits.  Zack's limit would be
reached when he could no longer hold back his orgasm, so he slowed the
force of his fuck to avoid the impression that Miguel had forced him to
climax.  But it was a losing battle as his cock shuddered in his buddy's
mouth.

Zack was proud of his status as a senior man, and he was now under the gaze
of the other men and their boys – the whole tribe.  He could not lose
face, he needed a dramatic gesture to demonstrate his dominance over other
men – Miguel in particular.  Control of Zack's cock needed to be in his
hands, not Miguel's mouth.  That was it – he had hit on the picture he
wanted to show the tribe.

So he abruptly pulled his cock out and stroked it in one hand while the
other grabbed Miguel's hair and pulled his face back at just the right
angle.  "This is it, buddy," Zack growled.  "You're a tough son-of-a-bitch
but even you will flinch at this.  Watching that movie made me mad for the
way you treated my buddy, but it was also hotter'n hell and I built up a
whole head of steam.  My nuts are bursting for release, so brace yourself
big guy.

Miguel reflexively tried to avert his face but he was held fast in Zack's
vice like grip on his hair.  Forced to stare up at the huge black dick in
Zack's fist he knew what was coming, but not the force.  He watched as Zack
beat his meat faster, saw the head bulge and ... "aaagh!"

At last Miguel made a sound as a massive load of Zack's pent-up cum slammed
in his face, jet after jet of creamy liquid that sprayed in his hair, his
face and into his wide open mouth.  It ran down his face, oozed from his
mouth, over his stubbled chin and dripped on his chest as his breath came
in sobs, tears running from his eyes.

At last Zack was spent and stuffed his cock back in his pants.  "Man," he
said softly, staring down at the rugged cum-splashed face, "you look
incredible.  I fucking love you, man."

Then he turned to the crowd, grabbed Miguel's hair again and displayed him
to the crowd.  "This, gentlemen, is the face of the man who whipped my
buddy and our leader Randy."

After the shouts of admiration for Miguel had subsided, Zack continued.
"Most of you probably feel the need to express your own feelings about that
movie we saw.  But I know the movie also had another effect.  Admit it,
guys, it was fucking pornographic, and I know you all built up a load of
jizz that's straining for release.  But don't just sit there and cream your
shorts.  I showed you there's a better way.  So who's gonna be first,
guys?"

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

An expectant buzz ran round the room.  Zack was right that they all had
bulging nuts after watching the video of Miguel dominating Randy, and that
urge for release was heightened by the sight now before them of the rugged
alpha male, shirtless in leather chaps and boots and dripping with Zack's
cum.

Zack turned to Darius.  "I'm done.  I'm gonna turn it over to you, buddy.
You wanna go next?"

"Sure," Darius grinned confidently, "but I always think that audience
participation is best as a group thing.  So I'm calling on my gang.  How
about it, dudes?"

It was understood that `my gang' referred to the senior boys, the
oldest-established in the tribe being Darius and Pablo.  And now Pablo was
the first to jump up on the stage, followed by Jamie, the twins, and Nate.
The six of them formed a semi-circle round Miguel and Pablo said, "That was
my dad tied to that tree so I've got more at stake here than anyone.  Let's
go, men."

In unison they ripped open their pants, pulled out their cocks and began to
stroke them.  As Zack had said, they had all been holding back their
climaxes as they watched the movie and then Zack's explosive orgasm all
over the muscular top man.  The long wait was over.

The twins, Kyle and Kevin were, as usual, pounding each other's cocks in a
world of their own, and they led the deluge.  Moving in perfect sync they
stared down at Miguel, then smiled at each other and kissed as they poured
twin streams of semen over the already cum-soaked muscle-god.  Miguel
looked up at the six young studs, heard their jubilant shouts ... and felt
more jizz spurting on his face, his chest and abs.

The senor boys grinned at each other, then stared down at the cum-drenched
musclehunk and shook their last drops of jizz on him before pushing their
dicks back in their pants.  Zack approached and said to Miguel, "You've
never looked sexier than you do now, big guy.  You can end it right here
just by raising your arm."

"You know me better than that, Zack.  I never give up."

"OK, guys, shove over."  That was Eddie, the self-styled senior junior boy
who had jumped on stage pulling his pal Tyler after him, the newest and
shyest recruit to the tribe.  The other junior boys formed a line behind
them and took it in turns – Eddie and Tyler, Brian and Brandon in their
wheelchairs, then Danny and his lover Tommy.

Ben came last and stared down at the man who had whipped his big brother.
He had always been intimidated by the rugged leatherman but now he took
pleasure in pounding his cock and added his load to his buddies' cum
flowing down the man's sculpted face.

By now the rugged Hispanic hunk was drowning in semen.  As it poured down
his face and body it was all he could feel, all he could taste and smell.
A lesser man would have felt humiliation but not this guy.  He was proud to
prove his strength and endurance to the whole tribe – and especially to
his lover Zack.  And he knew it was not over.  Now came the men.

The men of the tribe had mixed responses to what they were seeing.  Not all
of them shared the boys' youthful exuberance nor the herd instinct of
crowding round for the kill.  They took their turn in pairs.  The more
fun-loving of them – the Aussie Adam and the fireman Jason – went
first and quickly unleashed a torrent of fresh cum on Miguel.

They were followed by the two hosts, Mario and Grady, who said, "Shit, you
look fucking gorgeous, dude.  Any time you wanna trade places just let me
know," he grinned.  "In the meantime, me and my amico here need to get our
rocks off."  And so Miguel got jizz-soaked by Tarzan and his mate.

When the film of cum cleared from his eyes Miguel found himself staring up
at the handsome doctor Steve and his gym-jock lover Lloyd.  Steve was
well-practiced in the art of unusual treatment of patients and took all
this in stride.  "Think of it as therapy, big guy." He grinned.  "OK,
Lloyd, you show me your cum and I'll show you mine," and together they
pumped jizz."

In the audience the two young buddies Eddie and Brandon excitedly nudged
their masters, the Marine Hassan and Ranger Pete.  "Go on, sir," Eddie
urged Hassan.  "I wanna see that tough leatherman take it in the face from
a Marine."

Hassan smiled at his boy, "OK, just for you, kid.  Come on Pete, let's do
it."  They got on the stage, stared down at Miguel and a few seconds later
he was drenched in the semen of the soldier and the Ranger.

Still seated, Bob glanced over at Mark, smiled and gave a `why-not' shrug.
They got up, stood on each side of Miguel and stared at each other.  When
they were face to face like this nobody else existed.  They were making
love with their eyes and when they shot their pent-up loads over Miguel it
was as if they were cumming over each other.

They regained their places in the audience and there was an expectant
silence.  There was one man to go.  Randy got slowly out of his chair and
jumped up on the stage.  He looked down at the rugged leather god,
shirtless in chaps over jeans, his handsome face, muscular chest and ripped
abs streaming with the semen of two dozen men.

"You are one awesome fucking stud, big guy.  Takes a man like that to tie
me up, whip me and fuck the cum out of me.  Well, the tribe has had its say
and now it's left to me."  Randy pulled off his T-shirt, yanked open his
jeans, pulled out his massive, beer-can-thick cock and stroked it.  "Yeah,
I'm gonna bust my wad all over you like all the others, but first I think
you want a taste of this rod, am I right?"

"You know you are, Randy.  Give it to me."

Randy leaned forward, braced his hands on the back of the chair and pushed
his rod deep in the leatherman's mouth.  Miguel swiveled his eyes up to the
eight-pack abs pounding above his face, then up further to the slabs of his
pecs flexing as his body moved.  "Don't cum, man," Randy said above him.
"I've got something else in mind for that."

So Miguel strained to hold back his orgasm until Randy finally pulled out
and pounded his cock in his fist.  "Think of this as a tribute to a
beautiful alpha male, buddy. Here it comes ... yeaahh!"

His cock exploded in a shower of pent up sperm and Miguel opened his mouth
to drink the juice of the gypsy boss.  "Now, stud, it's your turn at last,"
Randy said, then addressed the crowd.  "Gentlemen, any other man would now
be groveling with humiliation after all the men of the tribe have blasted
their juice on him.  But not this guy ... he's as proud and defiant as
always.  And so, I kneel to an equal, a man who has gained the respect of
us all."

Randy dropped to his knees, pulled Miguel's cock and balls out of his jeans
and licked his balls, making him moan with pleasure.  Then Randy looked up
at him.  "Remember how you tied me up and tortured my balls, man, until I
shot my load?  Well you better grab your cock, stud, `cos I'm gonna return
the favor."

Randy opened his mouth wide and sucked in Miguel's bulging balls.  His
clamped his lips hard round the scrotum and pulled back, stretching his
balls.  "Aaagh!"  Miguel howled as he grabbed his cock and pumped it hard.

The rugged top man who had sat stoically while the men and boys of the
tribe had jerked off over him now yelled, "Fuck you, man.  You're busting
my fucking nuts.  No, no more ... I can't take any more.  You want me to
cum, is that it?  OK, OK, I'll do it."

Frantically he pounded his cock in his fist and yelled, "Here it comes
... fuck yeah ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... aaagh."  Randy
instantly released Miguel's balls, he pointed his cock at Randy and slammed
his cum straight into his rugged gypsy face at close range.  When the
deluge stopped Randy got to his feet, his stubbled features dripping cum,
and flashed a gleaming smile.  "Un-fucking-believable, man.  Now we're
even."  He held out his arm to Zack.  "Zack, you are one lucky guy.  Come
and reclaim your man."

Zack bounded onto the stage, pulled Miguel up out of the chair onto his
feet and into a tight embrace.  "I fucking love you, man," he whispered in
his ear.  Then they pulled apart and the crowd gasped at the sight of the
two leathermen, one a handsome Hispanic, the other a black muscle-hunk,
both of them smothered in the semen of the tribe.  Zack raised Miguel's arm
high to the deafening cheers of the whole tribe.

Darius jumped on the stage and shouted, "OK, guys, that's a wrap ... show's
over.  Watch your step as you leave the theater and be sure to look out for
upcoming features from yours truly – the King of Fantasy."

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

Before they left the theater Mario jumped up and announced, "Signori, as
you know Grady and I would love to extend today into a weekend house party.
We have lots of guestrooms, though there may have to be some doubling up
– however you interpret that," he grinned.  "Danny and Tommy will be in
charge of room assignments so please let them know if you will be staying
– we hope you all can."

Before anyone could respond Pablo, Jamie and Nate stood up.  "Mario," Jamie
said, "the senior boys have been talking about the extra work this will
make for Danny, Tommy, the twins and the junior boys, so we would like to
offer our help.  The younger guys know what needs to be done so we don't
mind taking orders from them – for once."

A mischievous Eddie sprawled in his chair and said, "If that's the case,
boy, you can bring me a dry martini – very dry, with two olives – and
make it quick."  Hassan smacked him lightly round the head and Eddie was
immediately mobbed by the boys, though he protested loudly that he was only
doing what he was told – giving orders.

And so the jocular tone was set for the rest of the afternoon and evening.
Everyone elected to stay for the weekend because, as Adam said in his
Australian drawl, who would be crazy enough to leave now, "especially if
you blokes give us more of that hard-core-sex stuff."

Pete, standing beside Brandon's wheelchair, grinned down at him.  "Well I
gotta stay to protect my boy, make sure he don't get worked too hard,
treated like a slave."

"Oh, I don't mind being treated like a slave, sir – provided you're the
slave master."

Pete laughed, "Be careful what you wish for, kiddo."

They all filed out of the room and the activities resumed, though not with
the intensity that Adam had jokingly hoped for.  In fact they were all what
Bob described as "a bit sexed out, for now anyway", after all the
back-to-back action so far.  And if that weren't enough, most of it had
been repeated on the screen, courtesy of Darius.

It was to be a buffet dinner to cut down on serving, but there was still a
lot to do and, as Jamie had promised, all the boys, senior and junior,
combined their efforts to get dinner on the table.  The distinction between
senior and junior was mostly ignored, to the point where a busy young Tyler
said sharply to Jamie, "Hey, no.  That table don't go there, dude –
bring it over here."  Then he realized he had snapped at big, beautiful
Jamie and blushed, "Oh, sorry, sir."

"No sweat, Tyler," Jamie grinned.  "Sometimes I need to be put in my place.
Just ask Mark."

Dinner was a good natured free-for-all as men and boys piled their plates
high and grabbed a seat at the table.  Mario sat next to Bob as he needed
reassurance from the much-respected leader of the tribe.  "So, amico, how
do you think it's going so far?  You think they're enjoying themselves?  I
hope we're not working the twins too hard in the kitchen?  And your Randy
seems to be pretty much the star of the show so far."

Bob laughed.  "Randy always winds up as the star of any show – even with
an audience of one."

"As you would know," Mario chuckled.

"And don't worry about a thing," Bob added, everyone is having a ball.  As
for the twins they're in hog heaven.  They've got plenty of help and they
love being in charge of a big kitchen at an event like this.  I remember
when we went down to the Ritz in Laguna where Miguel was the sous-chef at
the time and gave the guys a tour of the kitchens.  Their eyes were big as
saucers.  I take my hat off to you and Grady, Mario, for opening your house
to us.  I'm amazed you can put up with such a raucous crowd."

"Oh I enjoy it and Grady is thrilled.  So often he is surrounded by a lot
of people at the studio or in public who treat him like a star.  He finds
that tiring and loves being able to kick back in a group like this where
he's treated as just one of the guys. Young Brian is spending the night
with us and he and Grady will swap gossip for hours.  It's Grady's favorite
thing – well, maybe his second most favorite thing," Mario grinned.

"Not hard to guess the first," Bob chuckled.

"Danny tells me that the room assignments went OK" Mario said. "We have a
lot of guestrooms and most of them have two king-size beds.  We insisted on
that for just such an occasion as this.  Well of course, you as our
business manager know that, keeping an eagle eye on the expenses here.  You
probably frowned on that as an extravagance."

"Money well spent," Bob reassured him.  "Randy and I have the same room
Brian arranged for us this morning and we're gonna share it with the twins,
which is their favorite thing.  It's a reward for all their hard work,
though I kinda doubt if the second bed will be used much.  Randy loves
those boys and makes sure they get just what they want."

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

Actually, when dinner was over and the group dispersed to their rooms, the
formal room assignments turned out to be pretty fluid, with a lot of
visiting from room to room and collisions in the hallway, especially by the
boys.  In the master suite Brian was propped up in bed between Grady and
Mario and Grady was grilling him.

"OK, kiddo, spill.  Who's in what room and who d'you think is gonna do what
to who?"

Brian was prepared for this and launched in.  "Well, sir, I'd say most of
the action will be in the blue room where the leathermen, Zack, Darius and
Miguel, are sharing with Pablo and Tyler.  Pablo wanted to be with Darius
... I mean they're lovers from way back ... and Pablo told Tyler it was
about time he spent a night with the big guys.  Tyler was a bit nervous
... who wouldn't be ... a shy young guy in a room with three leather guys
and a tough mechanic.  But I could tell he was excited, and he knows Pablo
will take care of him."

"What about Danny?" Mario asked, concerned for their chef and house
manager.

"Oh he's hunky dory `cause he's got his lover Tommy in his room.  And in
the other bed – get this – will be Steve and Lloyd.  Well, you know
how Lloyd fucks with Tommy all the time, so it's anyone's guess who'll wind
up with who."

"Wow," Grady's eyes gleamed.  "Wouldn't mind being a fly on that wall."

"You stay out of it, amore," Mario warned.  "You've already barged in on
Randy and Bob today and ended up fucking Randy.  That should be enough even
for your over-active libido.  So who's in your room, Brian?"

Brandon and Pete `cos Brandon's real familiar with my room."  Brian grinned
and blushed, thinking of all the nights he had spent there with his lover
Brandon.

Grady just loved gossip like this and urged Brian on.  "OK, so who else is
doubling up? – and make it good kiddo."

"OK, Mark and Jamie.  We all know Mark has a big thing for Bob, but not
tonight.  Danny had a stroke of genius on this one ... and I'll give you
three guesses.  You've heard that wild story of Mark in the desert war,
being captured and interrogated by a hot Arab soldier.  Captive and captor
fell in lust and the soldier followed Mark halfway round the world and
became a Marine ... and they're still playing out that fantasy."

"Hell, I don't need three guesses, boy.  Hassan, of course."

"Right, sir, and his boy Eddie too.  I don't think they'll be doing that
chained-to-the-wall thing but I bet the two guys will make love while the
boys watch, or join in."

"Yeah, definitely join in ... who wouldn't?"  Grady salivated.  "Oh, man,
where's Darius and his camera when you need them?  OK, kiddo, you're doing
great so far.  Who's left?

"Well, sir, you know the room we call the mirror room?"

Grady laughed, "Yeah, love that room.  When Randy and his guys were
remodeling the house they had a bunch of mirrors left over and they all
ended up on the walls of that room.  Talk about infinity reflections
... like a theme park attraction.  OK," Grady grinned, "don't tell me –
you put Jason in there of course."

"Bingo.  And not only Jason and Ben, but the Aussies too, Adam and Nate.
You know Adam and Jason often work out together and get off on all that
gym-jock mirror action, so Ben and Nate will have a blast watching their
men strut their stuff.  And the timing's great `cos Jason and Ben have a
therapy session tomorrow morning with Doctor Steve."

"Yeah, I heard about that," Grady said conspiratorially. "So what d'ya
think, kiddo?"

"Well, sir, you wanna hear my theory?"

"Duh!"

"OK, here it is.  See the reason for the therapy is the problem of Jason
spending so much time admiring himself in the mirror and neglecting Ben.
Well, we all know Doctor Steve's methods are kinda way out there, so where
do you think he'll hold the shrink session?  We offered him the office but
my guess is he'll make a beeline for ..."

"... the mirror room," Grady laughed.  "Of course.  And d'you think Lloyd
will be there too?"

"Oh definitely.  Steve sometimes brings him in to help if the patient
agrees, and I can't see Jason objecting to that.  Lloyd's this muscular
gym-jock who gets off on handsome men and watches the other jocks in the
mirror at the gym.  Well, sir ... like ... you do the math."

Mario burst out laughing.  "No math and no more gossip.  You guys are
impossible.  How would you like it if other people gossiped about you like
that?"

"They do, buddy, all the time," Grady said. "Why do you think we have such
tight security here?"

"Oops, mi scusa, amore.  But here we are very private, surrounded by men
making love and doing all kinds of terrible things to each other.  So what
about us?  All this talk and fantasizing has made me horny.  I need to
fuck."

"Me too, Mario.  But the other guys are all having three-ways and group
sex, so how about us?  We need someone who wants to take it up the ass.
Any suggestions?"

"Mmm ... not off hand, amico."

Brian coughed loudly.  "Quiet, kid," Grady frowned, "let me think."

But Brian coughed again.  "What's your problem, kid?" Grady growled, and
then he flashed a smile.  "What, you mean you?"

"Well, sir, I have fed you tons of gossip.  Ain't that worth anything?"

"Like a fuck, for example?  Damn, you're right, kid.  Why didn't I think of
that?"

Brian giggled at their little charade, but Mario said.  "No, I want to fuck
him."

"He's my boy," Grady said.

"No, he's our boy."

"Sirs," Brian said softly, "if I could offer a suggestion.  You, er, you
could both fuck me."

"What do you think, Mario?  You wanna share him?

"A novel idea," Mario smiled, "but it's worth a try."

Grady couldn't keep it up any longer and burst out laughing.  "Kiddo, I
love you like crazy, you know that?  OK, me first."

They were all already naked so Grady pulled Brian flat on the bed, and
hooked his legs over his shoulders while Mario lubed up his lover's cock.
"Sir," Brian asked, "could I hear the yell?"

"What," Grady grinned, "like you're the lost boy in the jungle who Tarzan
captures and ...?"  He cupped his hands round his mouth and treated Brian
to the long, loud Tarzan yell while he pushed his cock slowly into the
boy's ass.  Brian sighed deeply as he gazed up at the beautiful man –
loved by millions – who loved Brian and Mario best.

Brian reached up and stroked Grady's hard, flexing pecs and Grady said,
"Kiddo, all that talk of the guys in the other rooms got me real pumped.
But I don't wanna cum yet so I'm gonna hand you over to my buddy."

Grady pulled out and Mario took his place on the bed and in Brian's ass.
After making love to his ass for a few minutes Mario smiled, "Aaah,
bambino, you feel so good.  Are you happy with us, amico?  I do so want you
to be happy."

"Happier than I ever thought possible," Brian said.  "I love you, sir.  I
love you both.  You look and feel so good I think I'm gonna cum, sir."

"No, wait," Mario said.  "Let's give you a little of the same treatment we
all gave Miguel today.  You ready, Grady?"

Mario pulled out and they stood one on each side of the bed, stroking their
cocks.  Brian knew what was coming and grabbed his own cock.  "You ready,
kiddo?" Grady asked, with his big, sexy smile.  "You look just like the
lost boy in the jungle at the mercy of Tarzan and his mate.  They've just
found you and want to make sure you're sexy enough to share their lives.
What d'ya say, amico, shall we check him out?"

"Ready when you are, jungle man," Mario grinned.  "If he can shoot his jizz
exactly when we do, he's the boy for us.  Here we go."

That was an easy one for Brian.  Gazing up at the two gorgeous men, cum
spurted from his cock just as he felt their jizz splashing all over him.
Grady laughed merrily.  "You passed the test, jungle boy.  You're gonna
live with us forever and ever.  And now when you boys swap stories in the
morning you'll have a tale to tell of your own."

They fell into bed with him and he sighed, "Thank you, sirs.  It's been
such a great day and ... and I'm feeling real tired.  I think I ..."  Grady
pulled the boy's head onto his chest and he was asleep in seconds.

Mario smiled across at Grady cradling the boy who had once given up on life
and shut himself away in the desert.  But he had been rescued, his shyness
had faded, and he had become a sweet, hard-working boy.  And as Mario
watched him asleep on Grady's chest he knew that any boy in the world who
loved men would have traded places with Brian in a heartbeat.

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

In the morning everyone slept in late ... except for Danny, Tommy and the
twins who had already spread out a buffet breakfast in the garden for men
to help themselves.  They straggled down drowsily in twos and threes and
while some made straight for the coffee pot others chose to wake themselves
up the shock way by diving in the pool.

Doctor Steve chose the coffee route while Lloyd, in just boxer shorts,
leapt in the pool to horse around with Jason and Ben.  Steve watched them
intently, forming some kind of plan for the upcoming therapy session.  He
was trying to decide the best place to conduct it as he felt location was
important.  Danny had offered him the office but he thought that would be
too formal.  The gym was a possibility, but maybe too blatantly physical.

His dilemma was decided for him when Jason and Ben finally pulled
themselves out of the pool and headed for the buffet, followed by Lloyd.
He led them back to sit with Steve who said, "So, guys, how did you sleep
... or maybe I should say did you sleep?  You shared with Adam and Nate,
didn't you?"

"Yeah," Jason laughed, "but we did get some sleep despite the distraction
of those hot Aussies.  What made it worse was that those gorgeous guys were
reflected so many times.  Danny put the four of us in what they call the
mirror room.  He told us that when the house was remodeled they found they
had surplus mirrors when they came to the last guestroom, so they installed
them all in there.  Maybe they intended it as a playroom or something."

Jason laughed.  "I'm sure when Danny gave us that room he was being
mischievous and making some sort of not-too-subtle point – you know
after all that business yesterday of me making love to the mirror instead
of my Ben here."

"Ah, which brings is neatly to our therapy today.  I was looking for a
segue into that subject and you just provided it.  Maybe we should use that
room for our meeting, if you don't object."

Jason glanced at Ben and said, "Sounds fine. It's a bit of a mess though
after ... well, last night."

"Perfect," Steve said.  "I want this all to be real casual.  We'll get
better results that way.  When would you like to do it?"

Jason shrugged.  "I dunno ... as soon as you like.  Looks like nothing much
is gonna happen around here for a while so we won't be missing anything.
We're all in boxer shorts, though.  Shouldn't we dress?"

Steve chuckled.  "Like I said, Jason, I prefer this to be a casual
get-together and there's nothing more casual than a few guys sitting around
gabbing stripped down to their boxers.  Also, and this is rather
unorthodox, I think it would be useful to have Lloyd around, maybe in the
background at first.  But of course it's a private consultation so you
would have to approve that."

"Great, we have no objection, eh, Ben?"

Ben's eyes sparkled as he was still hot for Lloyd after last night.  "No
problem, sir, I think Lloyd would look great in ..."  He bit his tongue and
stammered, "I mean he could ... like, be helpful ... kinda."

"Right," Steve said, "so as soon as you've eaten your fill, let's go take a
look at this mirror room."

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

"Wow," Steve said as they entered the room, "you weren't kidding, Jason
– reflections for days.  When my brother Randy builds rooms for any of
the guys he always installs plenty of mirrors, but this ..." he chuckled,
"this is over the top even for Randy."

There were mirrors on all four walls giving multiple, repeated images in
every direction.  "OK, Jason, Ben, sit on the bed side by side and I'll sit
here facing you.  Lloyd, maybe for now you could sit in the corner over
there until I need your help."  They took their places, three of them in
just boxer shorts, Steve in jeans and a brown polo shirt, a more formal
look for the doctor.

"OK," Steve began, "I think we already know about the issues here.  We've
heard what Randy did to you, Jason, and seen how you made amends to Ben.
But that was a one-time temporary fix and I want us to explore the
underlying causes of all this, OK?"

Jason and Ben nodded and Steve smiled.  "First of all, let me deal with
these goddam mirrors `cos they're making me dizzy, like mirrors in a
funhouse.  But even though they are a distraction let me say right off the
bat that mirrors are not the problem for you guys.  There's nothing
basically wrong with you getting off on your mirror image, Jason, taking
pride in how you look.  Remember the ugly duckling?  He was miserable and
ashamed of the way he looked until he stared at his reflection in a pond
and saw a gorgeous swan."

"But sir," Ben interrupted, "Jason was never an ugly duckling, he was
always a gorgeous swan."

Steve smiled at his little brother.  "You're right, Ben.  Bad example.  All
I'm saying is that Jason works hard on his body so it's natural that he
admires it in the mirror.  A little vanity can be a good thing, but like
all things that turn us on – sex, alcohol, even cell phones – there's
a danger of becoming dependent on them – they become an obsession, an
addiction even.

Jason frowned.  "You mean I'm addicted to me, doc?"

"Well I wouldn't put it quite like that, Jason," Steve chuckled.  "But an
obsession can cut you off from other aspects of your life and people you
love.  A guy who drinks too much neglects his work.  Sexual compulsion can
harm a guy's love life.  And looking at a smartphone all day can isolate
you from the world around you."

"Sir, you mean like when Jason complains that I spend all day texting the
other boys?"

"Exactly, Ben.  He feels you're neglecting him, just like you feel when
he's getting off on himself in the mirror.  But here's the deal.  None of
these activities has to be exclusive.  What I mean is, when you're in a
relationship you can share them.  You can share a drink together (just not
too many); experiment sexually, like three-ways; and share pictures on a
phone."

"Sir, Jason and me already do stuff like that."

"Well you're halfway there, kiddo.  Now all we have to work on is the
mirror thing.  Look, what it always comes down to is how strong a
relationship is at its core, how much two guys love each other.  We all saw
you two when Jason came to the party after Randy had sorted him out and he
stretched his arms out and you ran into them.  I could tell your
relationship was rock solid."

"Well, I could a' told you that, doc," Jason shrugged

"I know, Jason, but I needed to see it – and here is the amazing thing.
While you guys were having great sex ... you were both showing off ...like
you do in the mirror, Jason.  You were showing off to the men, Jason, and
you to the boys, Ben.  You were sharing everything – your love and your
vanity."

"OK, doc, does that mean I'm cured?  End of session?"

"No," Steve smiled, "'fraid not.  Problems are never solved by the shrink
gabbing away as I've been doing.  And while I've been talking I've noticed
you, Jason, stealing glimpses at yourself in the mirrors.  So here comes
the practical part.  Jason, I want to go back to how it was before.
Meaning, I want you to get off in the mirror, show off that gorgeous body
to yourself and us, while Ben watches, as he used to watch from an upstairs
window.

Jason grinned, "No problem there, doc."  He eagerly jumped up and gazed
round the room, seeing so many Jason reflections it was hard to know where
to focus.  He finally chose a spot where he could see three reflections at
once, and he was off and running.  He started as always, by running his
hand over his chest, then his abs.  He pressed his fists into his waist,
flared his lats and flexed his shoulders.  Then he raised one arm and
flexed the bicep while his other hand stroked the bulge in his shorts.

Jason had a whole repertoire of poses and he wasn't the only one with a
stiff dick.  Ben, Lloyd and even the doc himself, found themselves rubbing
their bulges.  Steve glanced over at Lloyd who came quietly to stand right
next to Ben who was sitting on the bed watching Jason's routine in the
mirror.

Ben had seen the show so many times in the past that he was now easily
distracted by the hand stroking the bulging boxers next to him.  He turned
and looked up at Lloyd who pretended to be intently focused on Jason.
Ben's eyes travelled down Lloyd's gym-built body, past the razor sharp abs
and slim waist, and then he gasped as he saw the head of Lloyd's long cock
protruding from the bottom of his shorts.

Lloyd's hand pulled the shorts up to expose the whole stiff shaft and
wrapped his hand round it, keeping his eyes on Jason.  Ben couldn't hold
back.  Impulsively he leaned forward, licked the head of Lloyd's cock, then
took the whole shaft in his mouth.  Lloyd looked down at him and grinned.
"You like that cock, eh, kid?  Man, that feels good.  Yeah, eat it boy,
take it all. Look in the mirror at that pretty young gypsy boy sucking that
muscle-jock's rod.  Damn that looks hot.

Lloyd glanced at Steve who nodded slightly.  It was all going to plan.  Now
for the proof.  Ben was really going to town on Lloyd.  He had always
admired the handsome architect – whether in suit and tie or in his gym
gear, and had secretly longed to do this.  His buddy Eddie, the champion
cocksucker, had trained him well and it wasn't long before Lloyd was
breathing heavily and groaning, "Shit that feels great, looks good in the
mirror too.  Look at yourself, kiddo, and make that hot stud bust his load
in your mouth."

Lloyd put his hand round Ben's head and pulled his face forward while Ben
used every trick in Eddie's playbook and soon felt Lloyd's cock pulsing in
his mouth.  "Damn, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... drink it kid
... yeaahh ...!"  Without gagging once Ben gulped down the warm juice as it
poured down his throat."

Jason had been so intently focused on himself he had been unaware of
anything else in the room (as Steve had put it earlier, `isolated from the
world around him') until he heard Lloyd's triumphant yell.  He glanced in
another mirror and saw his boy sitting on the bed with Lloyd standing
before him, his cock dripping, holding Ben by the hair.  Ben was grinning
up at him with cum dripping from his mouth and running down his chin.

"No," Jason yelled.  "No – get your ass over here, boy."

Quick to obey his master, Ben stood up, kissed Lloyd on the lips and ran
over to Jason who at last pulled his gaze from the mirror and stared at his
boy.  "Damn you look hot, kiddo.  Look in the mirror.  That is one
beautiful young gypsy boy ... and he should be sucking my cock.

Ben dropped to his knees, pulled down Jason's shorts and lowered his mouth
over a second iron-hard cock.  And this time he needed no prompting to look
in the mirror.  So many times he had seen Jason's reflection but now the
naked fireman had a boy kneeling at his feet sucking his dick.  And it
looked awesome.

"Now that is one gorgeous sight," Jason grinned, "hotter than hell kiddo.
Man, you make me look good ... yourself too.  Kid, you make us look good."

Steve smiled to himself with satisfaction and made a note on the clipboard
beside him.  This was better than he could have expected, and Jason's next
move clinched it.

"Ben," Jason said breathlessly, "I wanna watch us fuck."  He pulled his
cock out of the kneeling boy's mouth and pushed him gently forward.  Ben
braced his hands on the floor so he was kneeling on all fours.  Jason reach
down and pulled Ben's shorts down and gazed at the while globes of his ass,
contrasting with the dusky flesh of his gypsy body.

"Kiddo, you are so fucking beautiful and I want so bad to watch you get
fucked in the ass.  And as a bonus," he grinned, "it's gonna be a naked
blond fireman doing the deed.  You ready, kid?"

"Please, sir, I want it real bad ... and I wanna watch too."  He kept his
eyes riveted on Jason as he knelt behind him, put his hands on his butt and
pulled it back to the head of his cock.  They looked at each other in the
mirror and Jason said, "Nice and wet so it won't hurt, kiddo."

"I don't care if it does, sir.  I just wanna get fucked by that gorgeous
man."  He stared at Jason's square-jawed face, and watched the muscles of
his stunning body ripple as he felt the fireman's pole ease into him,
deeper and deeper.  It came to rest, then pulled back ... and the beautiful
man Ben was staring at was fucking him!

At first he couldn't connect the two – the stunning sight in the mirror
and the exquisite feeling in his ass – but when he put the two together
he gasped, "Sir, I can't believe it's you.  You look so hot, and I don't
think I've ever actually watched you fuck me before."

"Enjoy the view, kiddo, `cos I sure will."  Looking in the mirror was like
watching two other guys fuck.  For Ben there were two hot Jason's – one
he admired in the mirror, the other fucking his ass.  The sight, the
sensation, drove them to one of their hottest fucks ever, and they both had
to restrain themselves from cumming too soon.

Steve and Lloyd watched in awe as Steve's therapeutic prediction came true
– two men in love combining the narcissism of one with the worship of
the other in a passionate act of master/boy love.

As he pounded the eager gypsy's ass Jason reached forward, grabbed his
boy's hair and pulled his head back so Ben got a full-on look at the
glorious sight in the mirror.  Jason watched his own muscles tense and
flex, watched his own cock piston inside his boy's ass.

But suddenly looking at himself was not enough.  Still holding Ben's hair
he pulled him all the way back, up on his knees, wrapped his arm lightly
round his neck from behind and pressed his chest against the boy's back
while he fucked him.

"Oh shit, you look so fucking beautiful, kiddo.  Yeah, flex that body while
I fuck you, boy.  That's it ... how does it look watching yourself get
fucked?"

"It's ... it looks awesome, sir.  It's so hot I can't hold back anymore,
sir.  Will you let me cum?"

"Yeah, I wanna watch you cum, kiddo.  Do it ... do it for me."  Ben grabbed
his cock and stroked it hard.

"Unbelievable," Lloyd whispered to Steve, who was by now stroking his own
cock.  "I've seen guys in a mirror before but those two are the best yet.
Stand by for the big finish, doc."

"Cum for me, boy," Jason was groaning.  I wanna watch my boy cum while I
pound his ass.  Fuck, I'm close.  You ready, kid?  Let's do it ... aaah
... aaagh!"

It was a spectacular sight as Ben blasted a stream of cum that splashed
against the mirror while the fireman's cock erupted in his ass.  The room
shook with their jubilant shouts and when Jason at last pulled out he held
his boy tight in his arms and they rolled over the floor laughing with joy
as if they had discovered each other for the first time.

Steve, after his own orgasm, tucked his cock back in his jeans and
instantly reverted to the cool professional doctor.  "Very well done,
guys," he said, as if they had just passed an exam.  "That was an excellent
start.  But for a while we're going to have to build on today's success
with regular sessions, say every two weeks.  Is that OK?"

Sitting on the floor, his arm around Ben, Jason grinned, "Hey doc, every
two days if you want, eh, Ben?"

Ben's eyes sparkled.  "Twice a day, maybe?"

"That's my boy," Jason said, and they collapsed again in uncontrolled
laughter.

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

"Sounds like Steve's therapy's working," Nate said to Jamie as they lounged
in the pool together and heard the shouts from upstairs in the house.  The
two old friends were kicking back as most of the other guys were before
they would all gather again for the big Sunday brunch.

"Yeah, sounds like a lot of fun," Jamie said distractedly.

Nate gave his buddy a searching look and said in his Aussie drawl, "Is
everything OK, mate?  You've seemed kinda tense all morning.  Something on
your mind."

"Nah," Jamie laughed.  "This ain't me tense, it's me relaxed.  You want
tense you should see me in the office."

Nate frowned at that disturbing comment.  "You know, Jamie, that's
something I always thought was odd – you the avid California surfer, an
outdoors guy, and the work you do as office manager keeps you cooped up in
front of a computer all day.  The two things don't go together, somehow."

"Tell me about it.  Oh don't get me wrong, it's a great job and Bob's a
wonderful boss, but ... I dunno, just lately it's been getting to me, like
I wanna ... break out, run away and become a beach bum."

"Sounds like you need a vacation, mate."

"Yeah.  I mean, I'm having a blast up here relaxing with all the guys but
come Monday morning I know I'll be back in the same old chair in front of
the same old computer.  It gets kinda suffocating and I can almost hear the
sound of the surf in my ears like a siren song.  Hell, maybe I'll surprise
them all by just busting out of there – you know, the old
take-this-job-and-shove-it revolt, and go do my own thing.'

"Ooh, steady on, mate.  You don't wanna do anything rash like that.  I
don't think Bob would approve, and if you upset Bob you upset Mark, you
know that."

Jamie sighed, but Nate proved to be right.  Jamie, who was always
considered the most stable and reliable of the senior boys, still had an
old rebellious streak buried in him, left over from his early days when he
ran wild with his buddy Larry.  He had long since been domesticated, with a
responsible job, a great boss, good buddies and, above all, a lover he
worshipped, the gorgeous cop Mark.

But burnout creeps up on a guy in a stressful job.  He can be unaware of
the tension until suddenly something snaps – and the results can be
disastrous.

Even when the guy has a boss like Bob and a lover like Mark – especially
then.  He has more to lose.

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 393


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