Date: Wed, 13 Mar 2019 02:22:37 +0000 (UTC)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 456  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 456
By Rob Williams

Chapter 456 – "THE MECHANIC GETS TRASHED"

IN THIS CHAPTER

Young Tyler begs to be punished in the false belief he has done wrong and
his buddies agree to a ritual penance.  Leather-master Zack says, "What
d'ya think, guys, what we gonna we do with the boy?" Tyler's lover, the
macho mechanic Pablo, has a tougher time in the desert.  Wrestled to defeat
by his fellow mechanic on an oily workshop floor, he then gets hosed down
by rugged boss Mike.  "It's what you deserve, boy."
___________________________________________________________________


*********** IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER ***********

The tough young mechanic Pablo had thrown a rock in the middle of the pond
and the waves threatened to wash over the whole tribe.

He had come home to find his boy Tyler getting fucked by Mario, the
handsome Italian lover of movie-star heartthrob Grady.  That act was not in
itself forbidden under the tribe's rule that anyone can fool around with
anyone as long as it remains in the tribe.  That rule was laid down by the
tribe's leader Randy, who was also Pablo's adoptive dad.

But the boss's boy, headstrong as usual, had ignored all that and viciously
attacked Mario in what amounted to a rape.  Then he took off and pitched up
at the Palm Springs home of their pal Uncle Mike and his boy Larry.

While Randy helped his lover Bob restore calm after the shock and anger
that rocked the tribe, Mario was back at the Grady House being cared for by
his lover Grady.  Usually a fun-loving guy, despite his fame as the
big-screen Tarzan, Grady was now transformed into an avenging warrior and
decreed that from now on the Grady House was off limits to the tribe.

But he was tamed by the rugged construction worker Seth who growled.
"Sure, you play Tarzan in the movies but your ass is mine now, jungle-man.
Damn I love to hear Tarzan beg."  Grady willingly surrendered his ass to
the wildman and that ended his hostility to the tribe.

The next guy who had to be placated was Pablo's boy, the shy Tyler, who
blamed himself for the entire mess and was sure Pablo would throw him out
as his boy.  Tyler spent the night with his good buddy Will and in the
morning groaned tearfully, "Will, what am I gonna do?  If Pablo throws me
out I got nowhere to go."

"Stop being silly, Tyler. First you gotta get your ass over to your family
on the second floor."

The `second-floor family', as it was known, consisted of three couples –
the construction boss Zack & his senior boy Darius – Zack's lover Miguel
& his boy Finn – and Pablo & Tyler.  "But Will," Tyler said, "they're
probably not my family anymore.  Why would they want me back after what I
did, causing all this mess?"

"That's a bunch of crap, kid.  Those guys still love you.  They were family
before all this and I'm betting they still are.  There's only one way to
find out."

Will was right.  When Tyler knocked timidly on their door he got a warm
welcome from the four men sitting at the table over coffee – Zack &
Darius, Miguel & Finn.  Zack's ebony features lit up with a smile.  "Hey
kid we were wondering where you got to.  Take a seat, grab some coffee"

Encouraged by the friendly greeting Tyler sat and started to talk
nervously.  "Sir, I gotta say something.  I gotta say sorry for all the
trouble I caused ... you know, with Mario and stuff ... I know it was wrong
and Pablo must be real mad at me ... won't want me anymore ..."  His voice
trailed off miserably and Zack winked at Darius.  "You wanna handle this,
dude?"

Darius spoke gently.  "First of all, kiddo, we're your family and family
sticks together, especially when there's trouble.  Second of all, this was
not your fault.  You and Finn often fuck in the garden and no one told you
that's wrong did they? So when you fucked with Mario you broke no rules
`cos it was all in the tribe – even though Pablo didn't see it that way.
Look kid, Pablo and me have been lovers for years so while he's gone I'm
gonna take care of his boy for him, OK?"

"Thank you, sir, but I can't stop feeling guilty.  I know Pablo would have
punished me and I want that – it would make me feel better.  Eddie's
told me lots of stories about guys who've been punished for disobeying
their masters so why should I be treated any different?  And I've heard
Randy say that when a guy misbehaves he gets punished for it and that's the
end of it, it's over.  That's what I want, sir, for it to be over."

"Ah, I see.  So what do you think guys?" Darius grinned.  "Should I punish
this bad boy here?"

"Well sure," Miguel said, tuning in to Darius's mischief.  "But not just
you, dude.  I mean, you said yourself we're a family, one for all and all
for one – or all against one in this case."

"You're right, bro," Zack said.  "So what did you have in mind – butt
fucking?  Spit roasting?  Force him to his knees and give all of us blow
jobs?"

Darius said, "Hell, why don't we do the thing right?  Tie him up in that
room at the end of the hall, we'll all put on our leather gear and take it
in turns to work him over.  Man, after what he did I think the boy should
be chained naked in a dungeon by a gang of leathermen.  That'll sure take
care of his guilt.  How's that sound to you, kiddo?"

Even as he spoke Darius squeezed Tyler's hand affectionately ... and the
boy's cock was roaring hard in his shorts.  He stammered, "It's ... it's up
to you sir.  I'll do anything you say."

"OK, that's settled," Zack said.  "Right after breakfast we'll carry out
the sentence.  About time we took a leather trip like that.  All we needed
was a victim – and now we've found one."

Tyler fell silent, trying to hide the bulge in his shorts.  He was saved by
his cell phone ringing.  He glanced down at the screen and looked startled.
"It ...it's Pablo.  It's Pablo calling me!"

"So answer it, dude."

"But Bob said we shouldn't have any contact with Pablo."

"You're his boy – he's your man." Zack said.  "You gotta talk to him.
Answer the goddam phone, boy."


********************* CHAPTER 456 *********************

TYLER & PABLO TALK

Nervously Tyler picked up the phone and said in a quiet voice, "Hello,
sir."

"Hey, kid, how you doing?"

"I'm fine, sir."

"No you're not, I can tell."

"No I'm not, sir.  I keep thinking of what I did and wanna tell you I'm
very sorry for the way I ..."

"Now listen up kid.  I love you.  You're my boy and nothing's gonna change
that.  I called just to tell you that.  I don't want my boy worried, I'll
take care of you.  Right now I'm helping Larry with his bike repair shop
– he's real backed up with orders and needs me to get him out of a jam.
But in a few days I want you to come out here and join me at Uncle Mike's.
We'll have a little vacation. In the meantime I want my buddy Darius to
take care of you."

"Thank you, sir ... thank you."

"You still love me don't you?"

"Oh yes, sir, more than ever.  Darius is with me now and he already said
he'd take care of me.  I really need to get punished for what I did and he
said that he's gonna chain me in a dungeon and bring in a gang of leather
guys."

"Yeah, I bet he did," Pablo said with a smile in his voice. "OK, so when I
see you here you'll have been punished by Darius and that will wipe the
slate clean.  All this shit will be over and we can go back to the way we
always were and enjoy our vacation.  Now give the phone to Darius."

Darius took the phone.  "Hey, dude, what's up?"

Pablo was brief.  "Look, buddy, I'm gonna be out here a while.  Larry seems
to be in over his head with his bike business and needs me to stay and help
him clear up the backlog.  While I'm out here I want you to take care of my
kid for me.  Can you do that?"

"Sure I can, dude, I'd already planned on it.  What are buddies for, eh?"

"And, er, what's this stuff he's telling me about being chained in a
dungeon?"

Darius chuckled.  "Oh you know how that goes, stud.  He'll have a blast."

"Yeah, I thought that was it.  Seems he won't feel good until he's been
punished so you'll know what to do.  OK, that's all I got.  Thanks,
Darius."

Abruptly the phone went dead and Darius grinned.  "Well, how d'ya like
that?  No word about what he did ... no `what's happening there?' –
`what are guys saying?' – `how's Mario?"  He just wanted to check on his
boy and make sure I was taking care of him."

"That's exactly the way it should be," Zack said.  "Too soon to go into all
that mess. No matter what happens, a man's first obligation is to his boy
and he's seen to that.  How does it feel kid?"

Tyler had a dazed smile on his face.  "He still wants me.  I'm still his
boy."

"Well of course you are buddy," said Finn.  "Like Darius said, family is
family and a boy don't get dumped just like that – punished maybe but
not dumped."

"Yeah, I still gotta get punished," Tyler said, turning serious.  "Pablo
said he wants me to go out there and we'll have a little vacation.  And he
wants Darius to punish me so when I go to see him it'll all be over and we
can just be us like we always were."

"Clean the slate, eh?" Miguel grinned.  "Sounds good to me.  But like I
said before, can't be just Darius does the deed.  We're family and you have
to answer to all of us – in that back room."

"Oh I don't care, sir.  Do whatever you want to me.  I can take it – I'm
Pablo's boy."

Zack ruffled his hair.  "You sure are, kiddo."

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

TRIBE TALK

The group went downstairs to breakfast – the usual buffet spread out on
tables in the garden where guys could help themselves as it was Saturday
morning and some slept in late.  Before he sat down Tyler ran into the
kitchen, came up behind Will and grabbed him round the waist.

Will, standing in front of the stove making scrambled eggs, was startled.
"Hey, watch it dude.  Never grab a chef while he's standing at the stove
– could cause a nasty accident."

"I don't care, I don't care ... Pablo called."

Watching from across the kitchen one of the twins, Kyle, came up and
smoothly took over from Will who spun round and faced Tyler.  "You don't
say, dude ... and ...?"

"He wants me, Will ... he still wants me to be his boy ... he wants me to
go out there and we'll have a vacation, he says ... but I gotta get
punished first so we can start again with ... er, with a clean slate, he
said ... Darius is gonna do that with the other leather guys and I'm gonna
be chained in a dungeon, and ..."

"Hey, hey, don't forget to draw breath, buddy, or you'll suffocate.  That
could put a damper on your vacation."

"But you don't get it, Will.  He still wants me to be his boy!"

"No surprise there, dude – I told you that last night.  Good to hear it
from the man himself, though.  Did Pablo, er, say anything else?  Like, ask
about anyone else?"

"No, not really.  He spoke to Darius and told him to take care of me, is
all.  I gotta go and tell Eddie and the guys."  He hugged Will and bounced
out of the kitchen.

Will went back to work and Bob came in as he always did when the three
chefs were working to check they had everything they needed.  "So," he
smiled, "Tyler seems to be floating on a cloud.  I gather from Zack that
Pablo called him."

"Yes, sir, he hardly paused for breath he was so excited," Kevin said.
"Pablo wants him to join him in Palm Springs but before that Tyler said
something about Darius chaining him in a dungeon.  He didn't seem the least
upset about that prospect."

Bob chuckled.  "Yeah, Tyler really feels he needs to be punished to prove
to Pablo how sorry he is.  Darius is a great guy and knows that the more
elaborate the punishment is the more effect it will have, hence the
leathermen in the dungeon.  Technically, of course, Tyler has nothing to be
sorry for.  All he did was satisfy his lust for Mario – something a lot
of us guys have done with that hot Italian.  The problem was Pablo going
apeshit – all that anger he shares with Randy."

Will frowned.  "Sir, Pablo didn't ask about anyone else here, only Tyler.
Isn't that odd?"

"Not really, William.  In a situation like this a man's first thought
should be the safety and comfort of his boy.  That's why he called Tyler.
A phone call is not the way to address all the other complications.  But
don't worry, I have a feeling that Uncle Mike will sort that out, with
Larry's help.  Mike is shrewd and tough and doesn't let anyone get away
with bullshit behavior.

"I recall the time not long ago where he found Randy and Seth fucking in
the garden and he hit the roof, thinking that Randy was insulting me.  Mike
gave Randy a ferocious tongue lashing and then fucked him so brutally Randy
was begging for mercy.  Randy has huge respect for Mike – he looks on
him as the father he never had.  Did you know Mike is the only guy who ever
calls Randy `boy'?"

"Thank you for explaining that, sir," Will said.  "I always learn so much
from you and the twins."

"That's the way it should be, William," Bob smiled, "and you're a quick
learner."  He brushed Tyler's tousled red hair out of his eyes as it poked
out from under his chef's hat.  "Now I want you guys to finish up here and
come outside for your own breakfast."  He grinned, "You can almost hear the
buzz of excitement from here.  I imagine Tyler is the man of the hour."

When Bob went out to the table Randy flashed a smile.  Last evening Randy,
always protective of Bob, had taken care of him and reassured him that the
tribe was not falling apart.  Now he pulled Bob down beside him, "See,
buddy, things are coming out right like I said they would."

"It would seem so, step by step like you said.  Yesterday Mario called me
– seems Seth fucked some sense into Grady and calmed him down, so he's
not so mad at us anymore. And last night you calmed me down by making love
to me. Now Pablo has made young Tyler the happiest boy on the planet.  Once
he's purged his guilt in the `dungeon' he'll be all set to go and join
Pablo"

"Only thing now is who's gonna confront Pablo?  You know how obstinate he
can be.  I doubt he's ready to even admit he made a mistake, let alone
apologize and make amends.  Like Mike said, he's trying to brazen his way
through it – tough it out like nothing happened."

"Sure he is – he's behaving just the way I would," Randy said in a rare
instance of admitting his own faults.  "I know how that goes, and he's sure
not ready to face me `cos deep down he knows he's let me down and that
hurts more than anything else.  So he's in the right place for now – a
hundred miles away and under Mike's eagle eye.  That guy won't let him get
away with shit.  And his boy Larry has picked up a lot of Mike's attitude
– he's become a tough young stud and Mike's real proud of him.  So I'm
happy to let those guys take charge of my boy for now."

As breakfast progressed most of boys gathered round Tyler, eager to share
his good news about Pablo.  But when the conversation turned to his
upcoming penance in the dungeon some of them expressed a spirit of
foreboding.

Not so Eddie who said, "Ah, piece of cake.  I been in the leathermen's
black room on the second floor and survived.  See, those leather guys have
their own rules and regs – kind of like a military code of conduct.  I
myself used to work in Uncle Mike's leather bar in the desert and I seen
some things, I can tell you.  There are a lot of phony leather guys who are
real mean –no holds barred – and you gotta steer clear of those
guys. Mike used to throw them out of the bar."

Tyler winced, "Er what kind are Darius and Zack, Eddie?"

"Guess you're about to find out, kid."  The firm voice came from Darius
standing behind him.  Startled, Tyler turned and looked up at the handsome
black face.  His expression was stern but even Tyler couldn't miss the
sparkle in the corner of his eye.  "Come on, boy – time to show us what
you got."

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

TYLER'S PENANCE

Darius squeezed the back of Tyler's neck affectionately and propelled him
to the house.  When they got up to the second floor he said, "Kid, I wanna
make one thing clear.  I don't consider you guilty of anything except
having a crush of Mario.  What you did was within the tribe's rules."

"Oh but Pablo thought I was guilty, sir, and that's what counts.  He got so
mad he hit me, told me to get out of his sight, never wanted to see me
again.  So I gotta get punished ... for Pablo."

Darius restrained himself from stating the obvious point that what Tyler
described was all Pablo's fault – his angry overreaction – and he was
the one who was shamefully guilty of striking his boy and pounding Mario's
ass.  But that was beside the point – not why they were here.  They were
here to make the shy young kid feel better about himself and, by enduring
punishment, make him worthy of the handsome young mechanic in his own mind.

It was all bullshit, Darius knew, but the easiest way to help the kid was
by giving him what he wanted.  Tyler considered himself the junior of all
other boys, even of Will who had joined the tribe after Tyler.  Darius knew
he was insecure about this, especially with a master who prided himself on
acting tough and was himself the adopted son of big gypsy boss Randy.  So
the kid needed a way to prove to Pablo that he could be tough too and take
punishment.  And anyway, Darius grinned to himself, it would be fun.

"OK, kid, you still got those leather chaps Pablo gave you, and the boots?"

"Of course, sir."

"Right, so here's what you do.  Put on the chaps bareassed, no jeans, and
the boots.  And that dirty old white tank top I've seen you wear when you
work in the garden.  Then come down to the room at the end of the hall."

Darius went to prepare the playroom while Tyler went to the bedroom he
shared with Pablo and did as Darius instructed.  When he was ready he
looked at himself in the full length mirror.  The chaps, boots and sweaty
old tank top made him look tougher, even feel tougher.  He was less
muscular than a lot of the other boys but Pablo had worked him out hard and
he was getting there, he thought.  Pablo preferred him with shorter hair
which also had kind of a butch effect.

He took a deep breath and went to the room where Darius was waiting for
him.  He had been in the room before, of course, but now he shuddered with
nervous excitement as he went in. It was an exaggeration to call it a
dungeon, though it had the same ominous feel of one.  The room was all
black and mirrored all round, with spotlights making pools of red light on
the ground.

Overhead beams had hooks, as did a pole in the middle of the room.  From
one of the hooks on the pole hung a chain.  And what took Tyler's breath
away was Darius standing beside it, in boots, black chaps over black jeans
and a studded black leather harness crossed over his chest.  The muscular
black leatherboy was an awesome sight, worthy of his role as leather-master
Zack's boy.  Tyler's cock rose up out of his chaps hard as a rod.

"Come here, boy."  Tyler walked toward Darius who buckled a leather collar
round his neck and attached to it the end of the chain hanging from the
pole.  Tyler could walk only a few yards forward before the chain became
taut and pulled at the collar.  This was Darius's version of being `chained
in a dungeon'.

The final touch for the captive young leather boy, bareassed in chaps, was
when Darius roped his hands behind his back, then stepped back and studied
him – helplessly chained, stripped to the waist, bareassed in chaps and
boots.

"Damn, I can see why Pablo chose you, kid, and why he loves you so much.
You're a hot little mother fucker with that ripped young body and cute face
of yours – quite the junior jock.  He certainly whipped that body into
shape – no pun intended – although while I'm on the subject ..."

Darius grabbed a whip, a cat o' nine tails with multiple rawhide braids
that were less painful than a regular whip, and draped it round Tyler's
neck.  Instinctively Tyler tugged at his bound wrists and felt the same
pang of fear, almost panic, that he always did whenever Pablo tied him up,
at his mercy.  And the feeling was heightened when Darius abruptly left the
room.

In the suddenly silent room Tyler stared at himself in the mirror – lit
by the overhead spotlight, the collar round his neck pulling at the chain,
his wrists roped tight behind him.

He had been helplessly bound before by Pablo – it was part of being his
boy – and he loved being at the mercy of the macho mechanic.  But this
was different and it unnerved him – the prospect of a group of
leathermen working him over.  Pablo knew his limits but what if these guys
went too far?  Well, he wouldn't beg them to stop no matter what happened.
He could be tough ... he was Pablo's boy, wasn't he?"

Still, the heavy silence became ominous and he tensed as he heard the door
creak and slowly open.  And in came, of all people – Eddie.

He was not in leather, just jeans and a black T-shirt, and he said
conspiratorially, "Pay no attention to me, dude ... I'm not here ... gonna
be back in the shadows.  Darius told me to come here with his camera and
record all the action.  He'll upload the video to Pablo so he can see how
his boy behaved under torture."

He grinned.  "Well, that's my word for it ... Darius didn't say torture
`cos it's not that.  These guys would never do that, especially with me
filming it for Pablo.  I mean that guy is totally protective of you
... anyone really hurt you he'd beat them to a pulp.  I remember the time
when ..."

 "Eddie," Tyler interrupted, "for a guy who's not here you sure talk a
lot."

"I know, right?" Eddie grinned.  "Darius warned me about talking too much.
OK, dude, now I'm gone, I'm not here."  True to his word he faded into the
shadows.

Tyler felt oddly reassured by Eddie's presence, and by knowing that Pablo
would be seeing it all.  It made him doubly determined to take it all
without flinching.  Then the door opened.

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

AT THE MERCY OF THE LEATHERMEN

He had seen the leathermen before in this same room but this time he
flinched when they came in with Darius.  This time he was helpless, at
their mercy.

The leader, Zack, was shirtless in black leather pants stretched tight over
his thighs, his black muscular torso gleaming under the lights.  His lover,
the handsome Hispanic Miguel also wore leather pants, with a black vest
hanging open over his powerful chest and eight-pack abs.  Miguel's boy Finn
came third, the tattooed ex-hustler looking more bad-ass than ever in
leather pants and a black tank top.

Again Tyler felt that surge of panic as he faced the leather gang, hands
tied behind his back, a chain attached to the collar round his neck.  But
his fear lessened when his buddy Finn gave him a surreptitious, waist-high
thumbs up.

"So what have you got for us to work on this time, Darius?" Zack said.  "Is
this the kid we've been hearing so much about?  What's he charged with?"

"Betrayal of his master – seducing another guy into fucking his ass."

"Shit, that's the worst," the leather-master growled, "betrayal and
seduction.  Handsome young jock too, ripped body.  Why d'you think he did
that?  Maybe he didn't love his master anymore."

"No, sir," Tyler blurted.  "I do love Pablo, sir.  I still love him and
want to be his boy."

"Huh, well you have a weird way of showing it, boy.  So what do you say to
the charges of seduction and betrayal – guilty or not guilty?"

"Guilty, sir."

"Hm, so we don't need a trial – go straight to the penalty.  What did
you have in mind, Darius?  I see you left a whip here so let's get him
stripped for action.  Zack ripped the old tank off the captive's chest and
let it hang in shreds round his waist."  He slid the whip from around
Tyler's neck and flicked it against his bare chest.  It stung a little but
that's not what made him flinch.  It was the thought of what these guys
could do with the whip that scared him.

Zack moved behind him and flicked the whip at the prisoner's bare butt
bulging out of his chaps.  "Good call, Darius, having him bare-assed.  Cute
ass too – gives me all kind of ideas.  Damn, will you look at that?
Kid's got a fucking boner."  Zack coiled the rawhide braids round Tyler's
rigid cock and yanked them off, making him gasp.

"Looks like he's into a bit of rough.  So what do you think, guys?  Should
I flog his chest then his ass, then shove the whip handle up his butt?
This is your show, Darius.  What's your take?"

Darius rubbed his chin in thought.  "Well, I would stick to that old rule
that the punishment fits the crime.  He's not guilty of assault, didn't
punch anyone out or injure anyone.  His offense was sexual and I was
thinking the punishment should be too."

"Now you're talking."  Miguel spoke up for the first time.  "I'm feelin'
horny as a stallion and I came here to get my rocks off.  The kid's kind of
a turn-on too with that cute innocent look and those full lips.  Let me
check him out."

Miguel faced the boy up close and tweaked his nipples in his fingertips.
Tyler stared at the dark chiseled features, looked into the deep brown eyes
and felt pre-cum oozing from his cock.  He could have cum right now but
didn't dare to.  The handsome face smiled.  "You wanna cum right now, don't
you boy?"

"Yes, sir."

"But you know if you do without permission you really will feel the lash.
Let's try some muscle-worship and see how long you can hold back.  Lean
forward, kid.  Lick my chest."

Tyler obeyed, burying his face between the slabs of his pecs and licking
the sweat that trickled down the cleft between them.  He bent lower and ran
his tongue over the ridges of his eight-pack abs, hugely turned on by the
smell of the leather vest as it brushed his cheek.  Miguel flexed his rock
hard biceps and Tyler kissed them, then his shoulders and neck until the
leatherman kissed him hard and he felt the thick stubble of his jaw scrape
against his face.

Worshipping the muscle-god by licking his body was so hot that Tyler had to
force himself not to shoot.  He tugged at his bound wrists, desperate to
touch the rock hard pecs and flexed abs.  Instead he bit the big hard
nipples – and it was Miguel's turn to gasp.

"Damn I gotta bust a load," Miguel said, pulling back.  "You're great at
body worship, kid, but how about cock worship?  You been taking
cock-sucking lessons from your pal Eddie?"

There was a choking sound from the shadows as Eddie was bursting to reply
but managed for once to keep his mouth shut.  Tyler said, "Yes I have,
sir."

"Good let's see how much you learned."  Miguel pressed down on Tyler's
shoulders and the chain was long enough for him to kneel.  Tyler gazed at
the huge bulge in the leather pants inches from his face.  Slowly Miguel
undid his pants and said, "Go for it, boy."  Tyler pressed his face into
Miguel's crotch, smelling his hot, sweaty pubes, then wrapped his tongue
round the huge cock and pulled it out.

As it sprang out Miguel grabbed the cock and slapped it across Tyler's face
a few times.  Then Tyler opened wide and his eyes watered as the thick
shaft slid all the way down his throat.  There was just enough slack in the
chain attached to his collar to allow his face to pound back and forth,
using all the tricks Eddie had taught him, and he only gagged a couple of
times.

Darius was blown away by the sight of the rugged leather-stud fucking the
boy's face.  "Damn that's hot," he said.  "You getting all this Eddie?"

"In major close-up, dude.  Pablo's gonna love this."

Tyler heard this and redoubled his efforts – for Pablo.  "Guys, this is
fucking great." Miguel groaned.  "You gotta get a piece of the action here.
Get in line, men.  Damn I'm close.  Fuck, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum
... yeaahh!"  His muscles tensed and his cock erupted in Tyler's mouth.
The boy gulped it down, then Miguel pulled out and shot the last of his
jizz all over the kid's face."

Miguel stepped aside, to be replaced by Finn who grabbed Tyler's hair and
grinned down at him.  Finn was an old hand at face-fucking the tricks he
used to pick up on the streets and they loved sucking the dick of the
tattooed bad-boy.  "Come on dude," Finn said quietly.  "Like we always do
in the garden, eh?" and he pushed his dick in his mouth, still slick from
Miguel's cum.

Tyler was used to the taste of his buddy's dick but this was not the garden
and now he had a collar round his neck.  So he sucked harder than usual and
Finn pulled him forward by the hair, sinking his cock deep in his throat.
Soon he was groaning, "Damn you're the best, dude.  You always make me cum
so good.  Here it is, kiddo.  Drink it."  For the second time Tyler felt a
cock explode in his mouth and again he swallowed hard.

Next in line was Zack who already had his cock out of his pants.  "Open up
boy.  This is the boss."  Panting hard Tyler stared up at the black leather
master, his muscled ebony physique and sculpted face with its high cheek
bones, piercing gray eyes and smooth-shaved head.  Tyler knew it was a
privilege to suck the master's cock and he braced himself as the thick
black club drove into his mouth.

Zack was rougher than the others and Tyler knew Pablo would watch this one
closely, so he pulled out all the stops and surprised even Zack by the
frenzied way he ate his cock.  "Dammit, Miguel, you're right.  This kid is
hotter `n a pistol.  Hey, Darius, you wanna grab what's left here and work
on the other end.  Time this boy got spit-roasted.

Zack fucked his face harder, forcing Tyler to shuffle back on his knees,
creating more slack on the chain.  Zack reached down and untied his wrists.
"Hands and knees now boy, doggy style."

On all fours now Tyler raised his face higher to take the long black cock
all the way down his throat. But suddenly he felt something pressing
against his ass – Darius's massive ten-inch cock – and he reflexively
pulled back off Zack.  "Did I say you could stop, boy?  What d'you think
Pablo would say if he knew you refused my dick, eh?"

That did it.  Tyler glanced sideways at the mirror and saw the two black
leathermen, one about to shove his dick in his mouth, the other his ass.
He knew Pablo would see it, would see him take it, so he submitted to both
men.  As one rod slid in his mouth again and the other pushed in his ass,
inch by inch by inch, the pain ebbed away and he started to enjoy it ... a
lot.

Zack smiled at Darius across the boy's heaving back.  "Like I said, dude,
this is your show and you done real good.  Your buddy Pablo's gonna love
it.  So let's give it to him, man.  Something he won't forget."

As the double fuck got harder and faster Tyler was afraid he couldn't take
it all.  But then he thought of Pablo, how proud he would be that his boy
had taken his punishment like a man.  He felt stronger than ever before,
worthy even of his master when at last the spit-roast reached its climax,
the leathermen yelled and he felt juice flowing in his mouth and his ass.
He pulled back off Zack's cock that kept pumping jizz in his face and felt
his own cock shudder and spurt cum on the floor beneath him.

Tyler slumped, exhausted, and felt Darius gently ease his cock out of his
ass and unhook the chain from his collar.  Then strong hands under his
armpits pulled him unsteadily to his feet.  He stared at himself in the
mirror – still bareassed in chaps, the torn shreds of his cum-soaked
tank hanging round his waist, collar round his neck.  Cum smothered his
face, flowed from his mouth down his chin and onto his chest.

On either side of him, Zack and Miguel grabbed his wrists and raised his
arms in triumph, to the cheers of Darius and Finn.  Suddenly he was staring
into Eddie's camera and knew that Pablo would soon be seeing that same
image of him and would be proud of him."

Finn opened a six-pack of beer and Tyler asked Eddie, "Do you think Pablo
will like it, Eddie

"Like it?"  Duh!  He'll be jacking off watching it long before you get
there.  He'll be so hot for you that the minute you get there he'll hurl
you on the bed."

Miguel smiled, "So that's it for you, eh Tyler?  Next stop Palm Springs?"

"Yes, sir.  I can't wait."

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PABLO, MIKE & LARRY

So how were things going for Pablo in Palm Springs?  Or, more to the point,
how were things going for his hosts Uncle Mike and his boy Larry?

Mike, a still hot-looking man in his late fifties, had been dubbed `Uncle'
by the tribe partly because he actually was the Uncle of young Brian (who
was now Grady's boy) and partly because he was older than anyone else in
the tribe and respected for his wisdom and fairness.  Randy in particular
looked up to Mike almost as a surrogate father.

When Pablo had shown up there out of the blue he didn't explain why he had
left town, apart from a vague need for "time to think things out on my
own".  And Mike didn't ask.  He assumed there had been some kind of problem
in the tribe and pretty soon got all the details from Bob and Randy on the
phone.

Still he didn't take sides, though he privately had his own opinion that
Pablo had acted in the mold of his dad, the hot-headed and pugnacious
Randy.  Mike was outraged by Pablo's rape of Mario as described by Bob whom
Mike trusted implicitly, but he kept his feelings to himself – for now.
In his many years of experience with the passions of men he knew better
than to involve himself in other men's fights – until it became
necessary.

He did not even discuss it in much detail with his boy Larry, who loved and
respected Mike and had adopted some of his views on discretion.  Mike
warned Larry against getting into the story with Pablo while feelings were
still so raw.  Larry was simply pleased to see his old buddy Pablo as they
got along really well, both being avid mechanics – Larry primarily with
motorcycles and Pablo with trucks and construction machinery.

Despite Pablo's bravado – acting as if nothing of importance had
happened – Mike detected a deep-seated uneasiness in him and sensed that
he needed a boost to his self-esteem.

This Mike did by telling Pablo that his visit was well-timed.  He said that
Larry had taken on too much repair work, was drowning in the backlog and
needed the help of an expert mechanic – all of which was true.  This
appealed to Pablo's vanity as he could tell himself that he had come to his
buddy's rescue.

The friendship of the two strapping young men was genuine, as they had both
had tough, lonely lives before coming to the tribe and found strong,
powerful men they could look up to and love.

However, Mike knew well that with strong-willed men like this there would
always be an undercurrent of rivalry – good natured usually, though it
could tip over into animosity in the wrong circumstances.  In fact Mike
felt that was bound to happen eventually, given Larry's need for help and
Pablo's need to exert his authority to boost his damaged self-esteem.

And, as usual, Mike was right.

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RIVAL MECHANICS

For a couple of days things went well as Pablo worked alongside Larry in
his workshop and they prioritized which bikes needed the most urgent
attention.  During this time Pablo had no contact with the tribe except for
his quick phone call to Tyler to reassure him that he still loved him.

Larry followed Mike's example of avoiding the rocky subject at first,
though as they worked long hours in the workshop the two mechanics
naturally chatted a lot, and bit by bit Pablo opened up.  `Opened up' might
not be the right word as Pablo's passions spilled out and he gave his own
one-sided account of the incident, accepting no blame, blind to what others
called an atrocity.

At first Larry's comments were non-committal, with bland responses like,
"you don't say ... no kidding ... yeah, I guess so".  But after two days of
listening to Pablo's griping that he was the injured party Larry's patience
faltered.  Coupled with that were Pablo's frequent somewhat arrogant
assertions that he had `bailed Larry out' of his workshop problems.

So one afternoon as they worked and Pablo sounded off Larry said, "Maybe
so, dude, but don't you think you might have over-reacted a bit?"

Pablo bristled.  "What the fuck's that supposed to mean?"

"Well, it's not as if Mario and Tyler broke any rules."

"The hell they didn't!"

"Come on dude, it's always been accepted in the tribe that guys can fuck
each other.  Me and you have fucked and we've both got lovers who didn't
complain – Mike and Randy kinda got off on the idea.  Hell, you and me
tied young Ben to a bike and fucked him and he loved it, and his master
Jason didn't come down on us like a ton of bricks."

"Fuck you, man.  Are you saying that it's me that broke all the rules?"

"Well, not all of them maybe, but a whole bunch.  I mean, one rule of the
tribe is that you never do to a man or boy anything he don't really want.
I'd say raping Mario steps over that line.  And a master never injures his
boy, but you slapped Tyler and knocked him to the ground."

"Don't tell me how to treat my own boy, dude," Pablo snarled.  "He got what
he deserved."

Larry knew this whole thing was escalating but he couldn't climb down now.
He could be as stubborn as Pablo.

"But that's what I'm saying dude, Tyler didn't deserve it, no more than you
deserved to get slapped around for fucking with me.  You're acting like
your dad used to when Bob fucked someone else and Randy went apeshit and
beat him up."

"Don't you fucking bad-mouth my dad, asshole.  Whose side are you on
anyway, I thought you were my buddy?  I come out here to bail you out of a
hole you dug for yourself taking on more business than you could handle,
and this is the thanks I get?"

"I am your buddy, man – the kind of best friend who's not afraid to tell
his buddy when he's wrong.  And as for this bailing me out bullshit you
didn't come here for that.  You didn't even know I could use some help
until Mike told you so, and he probably only did that to make you feel
better about yourself."

The two young mechanics were standing now glaring at each other, both in
black jeans and boots, Pablo shirtless and Larry in a greasy old T-shirt.
Larry's last comment pushed Pablo over the edge.

"Fuck you, man, and fuck Mike.  I don't need an old fucking guy like him to
help me `feel good'.  I feel plenty good about myself already.  I didn't
have to come to a shit-hole like this – I'm the top mechanic for a big
construction company ..."

"Yeah but you can't go back there after what you did, can you?  It's why
you're hiding out here."

The argument had grown into a shoving match as they traded insults and
Pablo's rage peaked.  "Fuck you, asshole, I can do whatever I fucking
want. I don't need you or your old man."

"You son of a bitch," Larry sneered, "you keep your mouth shut about Mike.
He's worth ten of your dad."

"Fuck you, boy!"  Pablo yelled and punched Larry who staggered back against
a big drum of motor oil that tilted over and crashed to the ground sending
oil gushing all over the floor.

And the fight was on. They raised their arms and locked fingers, pushing
against each other in a test of strength like the opening move of a
wrestling match.  But the floor was so slick with oil that they slipped,
crashed against the wall and fell to the ground, locked together rolling
through the flood of oil.

It quickly became an oil-wrestling match with both men sliding over the
floor, grappling for the advantage.  They traded blows and at first Pablo's
anger gave him the upper hand.  Larry was on his back facing up at Pablo
kneeling astride him.

"You're mine now, asshole," Pablo growled as he grabbed the neck of Larry's
shirt in one hand, pulled his back up off the floor and slapped his face
with the other hand.  His palm hit one side and he backhanded the other as
the handsome oil-streaked face thrashed from side to side.

Desperately Larry reached up trying to shove Pablo off him.  Pablo reared
back still tugging the T-shirt that ripped clear off him and Larry fell
back on the floor.  Pablo waved the shredded oil-soaked shirt in the air,
then pressed it contemptuously on Larry's face sneering, "Eat it, boy."

Larry choked as he inhaled the stench of oil and sweat, and the panic of
suffocation gave him added strength, enough to heave Pablo off him and send
him sliding through the oil and crashing against the wall.  Larry was on
him in a second and the fight was back on.

The scene was pornographic – two muscular young jocks, stripped to the
waist in black jeans and boots, oil-wrestling in the filthy workshop,
sending cans and tools flying and crashing to the floor. Locked together,
smothered in grease, they slid across the floor trying desperately to land
a decisive body blow.

After a muscle-crunching battle Pablo was sitting slumped against the wall
and Larry was knelling over him thrashing the rugged Mestizo face as
payback for the way Pablo had pummeled him.  But in a last desperate move
Pablo bent his knee, pressed his boot against Larry's chest and shoved hard
sending Larry reeling back across the room, slamming against the wall and
crumpling to the floor.

The sudden silence was broken only by the rasping breaths of the dazed
mechanics, slumped on the floor against opposite walls, glaring at each
other's blurry image across the room.

Pablo was the first to move.  Aware of a drain pipe next to him he twisted
round, grabbed it and slowly, painfully pulled himself up, inch by inch,
until he was standing unsteadily against the wall, his arms hanging limply
by his side.  Ignoring his own sagging strength he groaned, "You're
finished, man.  I win."

"No!" Larry howled as he dragged himself across the floor slithering
through pools of oil.  He reached up to the handlebar of a bike and hauled
himself to his feet.  He staggered and slid the rest of the way, lowered
his head and smashed it hard into his rival's stomach.

His breath knock out of him Pablo could not defend himself against the
blows Larry delivered in a brutal gut-punching that even his ripped
hard-flexed abs could not absorb.  Pablo slid slowly down the wall onto his
back on the floor and gazed helplessly up at Larry towering over him.

Larry growled, "I never wanted to fight you man `cos we've always been good
buddies.  But you've had this coming ever since you lost your mind and
raped that gorgeous man Mario and struck your own boy.  It's payback time,
stud – an eye for an eye, a rape for a rape."

The fight had gone out of Pablo and in his dazed mind the foggy sense of
his own guilt finally surfaced from the depths of denial.  He did not
resist as Larry hooked his boot under his limp body and flipped him over on
his stomach.  The macho Mestizo's handsome face lay sideways in a pool of
oil on the floor.

He felt Larry reach under him, unzip his pants and pull them down off his
butt.  Larry knelt between his legs, pulled out his own cock and rubbed his
oily hand over it.  He leaned forward, pressed his hands on the small of
Pablo's back and eased his rigid cock between his ass cheeks.  Larry
growled softly, "You can be such an arrogant prick, man, and you still
refuse to accept what you did to Mario.  Seems you need a demonstration of
how it felt to him."

"Aaagh!"  Pablo's scream bounced off the walls of the workshop as Larry's
dick pierced his ass right down to the gut, then pulled back and drove in
again.  As the savage assault on his ass began the beaten jock
instinctively tried to drag himself forward as Mario had done, but his
fingers felt only slick pools of oil.  He gave up the struggle and resigned
himself to his fate.

Somewhere in his muddled mind he had a sense that he deserved this, just as
his boy Tyler had felt (wrongly in his case) that he deserved to be
punished.  But his compliance did not come easily and he cursed and
threatened Larry as the brutal fuck intensified.  "Fuck you, man.  You
son-of-a-bitch, you're nothing.  I can take whatever you dish out, asshole.
Aaagh!"

His defiant curses only redoubled Larry's anger and his need to thoroughly
trash the helpless young jock and destroy his ass.  It was the climax of
the pornographic scene of the rival mechanics in the workshop, with the
beaten muscle-jock lying face down in grease, his pants pulled down off his
ass, getting ramrodded by his shirtless buddy.

Larry had never fucked any man as hard as this but he needed to teach this
arrogant stud a lesson.  And Pablo, despite his bravado boast, was fading
under the pain of the merciless shaft that pistoned in his ass.  "Give up,
man," Larry yelled.  You know you're finished."

But still Pablo's pride would not let him surrender, though his curses grew
weaker and his confidence failed.  "Damn you, man," Larry yelled, slapping
his ass hard, the perfect white globes bouncing under the savage blows.
"Give up ... you know you have to."

Larry pinned him to the floor again, pulled all the way out then plunged in
again and again until Pablo knew he would pass out from the pain.
"Alright, OK, I give up."  But still the assault continued.  "I've had
enough ... you win ... I can't take anymore ... I submit ... please, I'm
begging you, man.  Finish me off ... I submit ... aaagh!"

"Mother-fucker!" Larry yelled as his cock finally exploded in his buddy's
ass, pumping jizz deep in his gut, the juice of rage and retribution that
Pablo had deserved for so long.

"And about time too," said a gravelly voice from the doorway.

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

HOSED DOWN

Larry rolled off Pablo and stared at Mike in the doorway.  "How long have
you been there, sir?"

"Long enough," Mike said, with gleam in his eye.  "But did you have to make
such a goddam mess of the place?  This is a fire hazard ... gotta be
cleaned up."  Mike grabbed a nearby hose and turned it on, spraying water
over the oily floor ... then over the two greasy mechanics.  They raised
their arms to defend themselves as the water poured down on them and they
rolled over the floor, their soaking jeans clinging to their legs.

Larry found it refreshing after the fight and even funny.  "What do you
think we are, sir," he laughed, "farm animals?"

"Well, boy, you behave like animals you get hosed down like animals.
Mechanics get called grease monkeys all the time... and now I know why."

As the deluge continued they managed to stagger to their feet and Pablo
pulled up his pants and zipped them.  He was still smarting from the
humiliation of getting butt fucked by his buddy and begging for mercy, and
this cold dose of water was stoking his anger.

"OK, that's enough, man," Pablo yelled at Mike.  "Cut it out and get the
fuck out of here."

Mike was an easy-going guy, having weathered all kinds of insults in his
time, but this one riled him.  This arrogant young punk had committed an
act so ugly that it had almost split the tribe, and yet he refused to
accept his own guilt.  And now he was ordering him out of his own boy's
workshop, the place Mike himself had bought and paid for.  Mike had once
had to cut boss Randy down to size.  Now it was his son's turn.

"Boy, the last man who spoke to be like that got his ass whipped.  Seems
like Larry already did that but I still ain't heard you apologize for all
your fucking arrogance and for what you did to Mario, your boy and the rest
of the tribe.  So I got no choice, kid.  You deserve this."

Mike twisted the nozzle of the hose to full blast and aimed it straight at
Pablo.  The shirtless mechanic howled as he was flattened against the wall,
the stream of water slamming against his chest.  Instinctively he brought
his forearm up to his face to shield it, but Mike instead aimed at the
bulge at his crotch, driving against his cock and balls, making him scream
in pain.

He cupped his hands over his balls and sank to his knees but he couldn't
escape the brutal deluge of water smashing against him.  He fell on the
floor to escape the worst but the hose blasted against him rolling him over
and over like a lump of trash being hosed over the ground.

"No," he screamed, gasping for air as water poured on his face.  He rolled
to the corner of the room and forced himself up on his feet, pinned to the
wall.  He tried to turn away from the hose but Mike just turned it on
harder forcing him to stay splattered to the wall.

His handsome face twisted in pain, water soaking his black hair, streaming
down his high-cheeked Mestizo features and pouring down his bare chest and
abs that flexed against the onslaught.  His black jeans were plastered to
his legs and over the outline of his cock and balls.

"Stop, please," he yelled.  "What do you want from me?"

"An apology is all," Mike yelled.  "An apology to Mario and Tyler and Finn
for hurting them in a fit of rage.  An apology to Mario's man Grady, and to
your dad Randy and his lover Bob who used all his skill to hold the tribe
together.  An apology to me for breezing out here and accepting my
hospitality as if nothing had happened.  And especially an apology to my
boy Larry for insulting him and attacking him until he thrashed you and
fucked your ass, a humiliating penance you so thoroughly deserved.

"Come on, boy, you know I'm right.  You're the boss's boy, Randy's son, so
have some guts and prove it, boy.  Let's hear it."

"OK, OK, I'm done," Pablo groaned and sank to his knees.  Mike turned off
the hose and Pablo turned his drenched face up to him.  "You're right, sir.
Everything you said is right.  I knew it was but could never admit it.  It
was my anger ... took over and I lost control.  I apologize to you, sir,
and I will apologize to all the others when I go back to town.  And you
Larry ... I said some real ugly things to you that I didn't mean and I'm
sorry.  You whipped my ass and I deserved it.  I love you man, and I hope
you can love me again like before."

Mike smiled down at him.  "I believe you, Pablo.  Spoken like a true son of
Randy – he'll be proud of you, kid.  And now stand up `cos there's
someone else you can apologize to.  I picked him up at the bus station and
he's waiting in my truck."  Mike went to the door and yelled, "OK, boy, get
your ass in here."

There was a pause, a truck door slammed, and in walked Tyler.  He saw
Pablo, looking magnificent, stripped to the waist with water streaming down
his pumped muscles.  "Hello, sir," Tyler said.  He ran across the room and
Pablo wrapped his arms round him.

With tears running down his face Pablo said, "Hi, kiddo ... forgive me
... I love you, boy, I need you so bad."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 457


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