Date: Wed, 31 Jul 2019 01:46:20 +0000 (UTC) From: rw6789@aol.com Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 476 by Rob Williams A TRIAL OF STRENGTH – PART 476 By Rob Williams Chapter 476 – "THE MARINE FLEXES HIS MUSCLES" IN THIS CHAPTER: The rugged Marine Hassan evens the score with the handsome Aussie Adam when they face off in an alpha-male test of endurance and machismo where they are both captor and victim. Meanwhile their boys express their gratitude to hunky Uncle Mike with a triple `full-release' massage. And in the leather-bar's back room the Marine lets his boy Eddie show off to the biker crowd by body-worshiping his master. ___________________________________________________________________ IN THE PREVIOUS CHAPTER The Marine Captain had been with rookie Marines all day, barking orders to the macho young guys who worshipped their powerful, muscular captain. His dark, chiseled Arab/Asian features gave him an exotic, dangerous look and a natural air of authority as he strode among them in combat gear. Many of the young studs had boners in their uniform pants though they would never admit it even to themselves and would defend their masculinity to the death. But Hassan got bored with all the hero worship, always being the macho commander, and usually found solace in his boy Eddie, with his cheeky smile and youthful energy. But tonight Hassan wanted something different, though he couldn't pin down what it was. He was horny, that's for sure, being around brash young Marines all day, but he didn't want to just jerk off. Across the street the Aussie hunk Adam, a dominant leather-master dressed in full leather was just getting home after an evening in the local leather bars. Hassan saw him and followed him down the dark alley beside Adam's house. And that's where Hassan found what he wanted – to surrender his masculinity and kneel before the dominant top man, lick his boots and suck his cock. He ended up on his back, the leatherman's boot on his chest, being forced to jack off. The soldier then crawled away in abject degradation. The experience confused and scared the Marine and he sought help from the tribe's shrink Steve. True to form Doc Steve's suggestion was totally unexpected. He persuaded the reluctant Hassan to go with Adam, and their boys Eddie and Nate, to the Palm Springs house of Mike, better known as Uncle Mike, for a weekend together. Mike, an older but still handsome and muscular bar owner, was having his own doubts about his masculinity, fearing that his testosterone would weaken and he would become less potent and sexually desirable to his boy Larry. In a long conversation each reproached the other for their paranoia. Mike said, "No, soldier, you are not losing your grip and becoming a bottom. I have never seen a more alpha man than you, a fucking gorgeous Marine, big muscular Arab who could fuck anyone he wants just by beckoning with one finger. And that ain't gonna change, dude. You were born that way and you'll always be that – except for the occasional trip up some dark alley," Mike grinned. Hassan in turn reassured Mike. "Mike, don't you realize all the men of the tribe look up to you as the sexy hunk they all want to be when they get older. Plus you are dominant in your attitude and wisdom too, full of confidence along with your physical strength. Dammit, Mike, you're the only guy I know who calls Randy `boy' and he loves it. He looks up to you, idolizes you. With their egos boosted and their machismo restored the two men confronted Adam and his boy Nate when they returned from the afternoon beer-bust at Mike's leather bar. Again they were wearing leather but his time it was the Aussie's turn to surrender to the dominant Marine while his boy Nate got fucked by Mike. It was payback time, the tables had been turned, and the leather master and his boy lay on their back on the ground having cum over themselves in obedience to the Marine captain and his older buddy. When it was over Hassan reached down, pulled Adam to his feet and into a warm hug. "Man, I've been an asshole – couldn't get my mind round the humiliation of worshiping you the way I did. But I'm over that, dude and now you and me have got to be buddies." "No worries there, mate," Adam said with that broad Aussie grin that lit up his face. "Hell, our boys already are, eh Nate?" Nate was standing with Mike's arm round his shoulder. "Us boys are way ahead of you, sir. Ain't that right Eddie?" Eddie grinned and waved the camera he had used to video the whole scene. "And I got it all. We gotta have a screening." "Well thank god all that other crap is out of the way," Mike's boy Larry said. "Now we can get down to some serious action this weekend. Damn – an Aussie leatherman, a macho Marine, a leather-bar boss and their boys. You do the math. We're gonna get into all kinds of crazy shit." ********************* CHAPTER 476 ********************* DESERT DUNGEON The `crazy shit' that Larry predicted for the six men had to be put on hold while they relaxed and came down from the tension and hardcore action of the last few days. Hassan and Mike had had their confidence restored as sexually potent alpha males. First they had had a frank no-holds-barred discussion to cut through all the bullshit, and then they had proven their top-man status by fucking leather-master Adam and his boy Nate. Cheerfully resuming his role as host of the party Mike said, "OK, guys, Larry's right. All the bullshit paranoia and doubts are out of the way and I for one am starving." "We can take care of that, sir," his boy Larry grinned. "Hey, Nate, Eddie, you wanna help me rustle up some food for these three greedy guys?" The boys looked on their men with renewed awe and respect after watching their graphic display of tough alpha-men sex and were eager to serve and please them. They ran to the kitchen and Eddie came back with beers for the men, grinning from ear to ear. "OK, kid," Hassan growled with mock severity, suppressing a smile. "I'll deal with you later. And you better be ready to take it." "Aye-aye Captain." Eddie saluted with an impish grin, then ran back to the kitchen. Mike chuckled, "Damn, we've got some real fine boys. What is it about this tribe that we take in lost boys and turn them into the great kids they are?" "Example," Adam said. "We set the example and they follow. Sure we fuck up sometimes, who doesn't? But somehow we never lose their respect. Have you noticed how all the boys copy their men? Look at Pablo, he's a junior version of Randy, same macho attitude, same anger, same swinging fists." "Easy for you to say, dude," Hassan said, "you and Nate are right out of the same Aussie mold." But I can't see Eddie as a young Marine. But that's what I love about him. When I get off that Marine base I've had it up to here with macho – young rookie recruits strutting their stuff. I can't wait to see that cheerful grin when I get home, even though the kid can talk the hind legs off a donkey." And so they chatted amiably about their boys, the other guys in the tribe and their plans for the weekend. Mike mostly listened with an avuncular smile as Hassan and Adam relaxed with each other after the rivalry of trading sexual roles, alternately top and bottom. That sexual domination and submission had created tension, especially in Hassan who saw submission as a betrayal of his tough Marine image. And as the always-astute Mike watched the two men now he still sensed a slight uneasiness in their body language. It was as if their recent sexual encounters had not entirely solved their underlying issues. Maybe, Mike thought, there was still some unfinished business. Friendships between alpha males often had layers. Whether or not the men themselves felt any residual tension Mike was not surprised when Hassan said to Adam, "Hey, buddy, you've never seen my little house out here in the desert have you?" "No, mate," the Aussie said, "but I've heard about it from the blokes who have. Quite a place by all accounts. "Yeah, it has quite a history. When I was recruited by the U.S. Marines in the Middle East because of my army experience and language skills I put in for a transfer here. Of course, I was following Mark. He had been in the U.S. Army during the Arab war and I had captured and interrogated him, then he turned the tables and gave me the same treatment. We ended up fucking each other and after he escaped I couldn't get him out of my head. I heard he had become an L.A. cop and I had to find him. As soon as I got here I looked for some small remote place, a hideaway where I could hole up, lure Mark out there and make amends to him. I found this neglected little place way out in the desert. Its main attraction for me was its basement, which I turned into a replica of the desert dungeon where I had interrogated Mark. I wanted to put myself in the same chained predicament Mark had been in. I would lure him there – I knew he would come – and let him work me over as I had done to him. "Yeah," Adam said. "I've heard the story of course, it's a legend of the tribe – and it obviously worked. After putting yourself through that crucible of pain and lust, trading places as captor and victim, you blokes have been places in your mind that few other men have. That mix of dominance and submission, I've always envied that. "Closest you and me came to that," Adam said, "was in that alley the other day, then trading places just now up here. But tell me something, mate. You and Mark, how is it now with you? I mean ... don't know quite how to put it ...that top and bottom thing. How did that work out in the end?" "Oh that. We're totally equal now – a dominant cop and a Marine captain. It all leveled out." There was a contemplative silence and Mike looked from one to the other. Finally he said, "Hassan, do you plan on doing what you usually do when you come out here – take a trip out to your place to check on it – make sure it hasn't blown away or been buried in the dunes?" "Sure I'm gonna do that sometime." Hassan looked from Mike to Adam. "You wanna come with me, Adam? Take a look at the old place?" "Good on ya, mate. Sure. Anytime you like." Mike smiled his wise-owl smile. "If I were you, guys, I'd say the sooner the better. Right after we've eaten. And just you two, uh? I can take care of the boys ... all three of them." *************************************** MIKE'S GIFT TO HASSAN Lunch was lively, the boys all keyed up by the sex they had already seen and their expectations of, as Larry had said, "all kinds of crazy shit" later on. But Mike sensed that the edginess between Hassan and Adam had been kicked up a notch by their discussion of Mark in the Iraqi desert dungeon and their impending visit to its replica in the local Mojavi desert. As the meal came to a close Hassan said, "Boys, Adam and me are gonna take a run out to my little house out in the desert here. Won't be gone too long, and we're gonna leave you at the tender mercy of Mike here. You be good to him, show him how much you appreciate his hospitality to us. Take your cue from Larry, he'll show you the ropes." Mike chuckled, "Careful soldier, dangerous word around here, ropes. Even our voicemail message don't say, `we can't come to the phone, we're tied up right now'. Might be too close to the truth. Hey, before you head out, Hassan, come with me, I've got something for you. The boys exchanged excited looks as Hassan accompanied Mike into the house. They went into the master bedroom where Mike rummaged in a closet and pulled something out. All the men and boys had been shirtless in the sun round the lunch table, either in shorts or jeans, and Adam was still wearing the leather pants he had worn in the bar. Hassan was stripped to the waist in jeans and boots, so what Mike now handed to him fit right in. It was an old pair of black leather chaps. "These are an old pair of mine and I was gonna give them away but I was waiting to find a guy who could do justice to them." He smiled. "If anyone can you can, soldier. Do me a favor try them on for size." Hassan grinned. "Thanks, buddy. I'd be honored to wear them." He clipped them round his waist, then bent down and zipped up both legs over his jeans. They fit well, clinging to his muscled thighs and leaving a big denim bulge at the crotch. "Damn, that looks hot, captain. Perfect for your trip out to that desert dungeon of yours. And you gotta wear them to the bar later, the guys will cream their pants just looking at you. Which is what I'll do if we don't get out of here right now." When they emerged from the house Adam and the three boys stared in awe at the musclehunk Arab soldier bare-chested in leather chaps and boots. Their hands went automatically to the bulge in their pants. Adam stood up and locked eyes with Hassan and moaned, "Hot damn ... fucking brilliant," his cock raging in his leather pants. "You ready to hit the road, stud?" the Marine asked. "Too right. Let's go, mate," came the Aussie drawl. The boys watched them walk out together, two alpha top-men, shirtless in leather pants." "Fuck me," Larry moaned, "I'd like to be a fly on that basement wall." ****************************** "WE GOTTA SETTLE THIS, MATE" There was tense silence between the two men at first as they drove in Hassan's jeep along the lonely road that stretched before them into the dunes. It was as if the air carried an electric charge with both men keyed up with lust and uncertainty, sitting shoulder to shoulder, their cocks rigid in their pants. Finally Adam spoke. "We gotta settle this, mate ... this dominance thing." "I know. It's a barrier between us – first you on top, then me. Dammit, we're both hot-blooded men so we gotta even things out like Mark and I did. I know a way to do it." With that prospect hanging in the air silence descended again and their cocks were oozing pre-cum. The road seemed endless, winding into a desolate world of sand and sky with wind blowing sand off the dunes. It was impossible that anything could exist out here, but then suddenly, in the distance, a small building came into view on the right in the blowing sand. Hassan pulled off along a small track and the jeep bounced along until they at last pulled up at the small house – sunlight bouncing off its white walls, paint peeling off its faded red door. Long ago the house had been a Ranger station, deserted when Hassan bought it, and there was still an electricity line running from it to a distant main line. They got out of the jeep, Hassan unlocked the door and Adam followed him into the dark main room. Hassan opened a black door that led down pitch dark steps to the basement where he flicked a switch and the room was bathed in low red light." Adam inhaled sharply. "You weren't kidding mate, this is just like a cell where one soldier would interrogate another." The walls and ceiling were black but there were floor to ceiling mirrors on every wall. What made Adam's heart beat faster were all the signs of what the room had been used for – ropes and chains hanging from the ceiling beams, paraphernalia scattered over the floor and hanging on the walls that had evidently been used in simulated interrogations. And red spotlights bathed the floor in the middle of the room. "So, what's the deal, man? You gonna be the one who gets punished this time or am I?" "Both," Hassan said. ****************************************** THE ULTIMATE TRIAL OF STRENGTH It took a while but when the stage was set it was a scene out of a porn fantasy – the soldier and the Aussie, two bare-chested top men, one in leather pants, the other in chaps, facing each other about three feet apart. Their muscular bodies were both stretched upward, hands looped through wrist restraints attached to chains hanging from the ceiling. And Hassan meant it when he said they were both about to be punished – they would do it to each other. No unequal top and bottom this time. They would both be both. They were attached to each other by three thin chains stretched over the space between them. One chain was attached to collars round their necks. Another was attached to tit-clamps clipped to their nipples. And the third chain was attached to their balls. Their cocks and balls had been pulled out of their pants with the cord wound tight round their scrotums. At last they were equal – two dominant men chained facing each other, each equally restrained and feeling the same pain. In truth, as long as they stood still there was little pain. The tit clamps were tight but not the brutal serrated alligator kind. And the cord round their balls only hurt if either one pulled back and stretched the chain. And each of them could have tugged their hands free of the restraints, though they knew neither would. At first they did not move. Their brown eyes were fixed on each other, as if staring into the other man's soul. Both of them had the means of hurting each other – but knew if they did they would feel the identical pain. Adam drawled in his deep Aussie accent, "So, a trial of strength, eh soldier? The final test of who'll break first. Like this ..." He jerked back so the chain momentarily stretched taut between their tits, making each man howl with the sudden jolt of pain, their pecs flexing hard to absorb it. When the chain went slack Hassan growled, "Fuck you, man," and he jerked back again, then again, and their heads flew back with agonized shouts. As they stared at each other, their nipples on fire, they felt the full impact of their situation. Each was captive to the other. Each could play the top man and inflict pain on his victim, but at the cost of suffering equally, a victim himself. The role confusion that had troubled them before was now resolved. They were both dominant top-men, and acted as such. Hassan jerked his hips back hard, stretching the chain between their scrotums with a sharp burst of agony in their balls. He held the position, increasing the pain as the seconds went by, their groans filling the room until Adam could take no more. He suddenly pushed his hips forward, the chain went slack and the men fell against each other in relief. Their faces too jerked forward and their mouths met in a grinding kiss, alleviating the pain that radiated through their bodies. The kiss lasted a long time even after their bodies stopped shuddering. What had been a desperate search for pain relief turned into a display of passion, an expression of the machismo that bound them together as tightly as the chains. When their mouths finally separated Adam stared deep into the Arab's brown eyes. "You're fucking incredible, soldier. I fucking love this ... I wanna feel it." In a spasm of macho lust and bravado Adam pulled his whole body back, causing jolts of pain in their necks, chests and balls. As their heads thrashed in pain they caught sight of the scene in the mirror, two muscular leathermen chained to each other, both inflicting and enduring the same pain and resisting the urge to submit in a homoerotic trial of strength. Abandoning himself to a masochistic mix of suffering and domination Adam jolted back again and again until Hassan took a deep, ragged breath and jerked his head back hard, tugging at Adam's collar and pulling his face toward him in another ferocious kiss. As their lips churned together, this time there was no relief from the pain and when their faces parted and they stared into each other's eyes they saw the other's agreement that it had to end – one had to submit to the other. Hassan arched his back pulling the nipple chain tight, but thrust his hips forward so their cocks ground against each other. "Give up, man, submit," Hassan ordered. "Fuck you, soldier." But the pain became unbearable and their grinding cocks shuddered against each other. Desperately Adam yelled "OK, I give up ..." at the same time as Hassan's, "I submit, I submit." Their submissions merged together. "I can't take anymore ... I give up ... make me cum ... I'm gonna cum. With a simultaneous, "I submit ...!" their cocks exploded against each other, spurting semen up between their grinding bodies. Their muscles flexed, their bodies writhed, until they fell against each other in exhaustion, kissing voraciously, tears streaming down their faces. ********************************** "1'LL DRINK TO THAT" Hassan tugged at his wrists until his hands came free and he slowly eased Adam's tit clamps off, making him flinch at the last spurt of pain. Hassan freed his own nipples, then unbuckled Adam's wrist restraints, and they quickly uncoiled the cord from their balls. Acting in unison they licked their fingers and very gently touched the other's raw nipples. They flinched ... then smiled and kissed again, gently this time. The painful contest of top-versus-top was over. They had proved once and for all that their machismo was equal. With each other they could be dominant or submissive by turns with no threat to their manhood. They turned to the mirror and stared at themselves, their cocks still dripping cum. Hassan threw his arm over Adam's shoulder and grinned, "Feels good don't it, dude?" "Too right, mate. Dominant men sometimes have to go through something like this to prove themselves to each other and win respect and ... and love?" "Damn right it's love. There's all kinds of love between men but love between alpha men like us is special. Look at Randy and Bob. They went through hell in the early days, out of fear and confusion about the new sensations they were feeling for each other, which they didn't even recognize as love at the time. Look at them now. I love watching those two hunks make love." "Yeah," Adam grinned, "and you and I both know how Randy puts every new man through a kinda brutal trial of strength before he joins the tribe. It's a ritual, a rite of passage." Adam wiped his mouth. "Hell, I'm parched – could murder a beer." "Right upstairs, big guy." In the kitchen Hassan pulled a cooler of cold beers from the small fridge. He explained, "Every time I come out here I feel parched so I keep the fridge stocked. As you see, the electricity is kept on, and I pay a local guy to come here every few weeks to keep an eye on the place and clean up a bit." He grinned. "But I keep the basement door locked – he knows that's off limits." They sat on the small cement patio in the shade and Adam said, "Hey, don't you think we should be getting back to Mike's place soon?" "Nah, no hurry. I saw that look in Mike's eye when he said he could take care of the boys – `all three of them'. Though I've a feeling it'll be the other way round, the boys taking care of Uncle Mike. When we left I told them to be good to him, show him how much they appreciate his hospitality. So let's let Mike enjoy the boys' `appreciation' a while longer. I need another beer.' He drained his bottle and reached across Adam to the ice chest. As he did so he brushed against Adam's chest and he winced. "What's the matter, stud?" Hassan grinned. "Ah, some bloke, big macho soldier, tied me up and tortured my tits. They're still raw. But don't worry I gave as good as I got. His tits hurt just as much as mine." "Just the way it should be, buddy." Hassan raised his bottle and Adam clinked his against it. "Here's to give-and-take, mate." "And take-and-give," Hassan chuckled. "I'll drink to that." ********************************** AGE ADJUSTMENTS Hassan's guess about the boys taking care of Uncle Mike was right on the money. After he and Adam had left the house Mike said, "Well, while those two hunks get overheated in their dungeon out there I'm gonna cool off in the pool. All that sex talk got me overheated." He did something he would have hesitated to do before now – he stripped naked in front of the boys who stared at him admiringly. Mike was an older man, of course, but he had kept himself in great shape over the years, with regular gym workouts and a careful diet. Sure he was a bit heavier now, his waist had thickened, and he didn't have that prime-of-life glow of the men or the youthful flush of the boys, but he was a commanding figure, with his salt-and-pepper hair and wiry gray hair on his muscled chest. And that long thick cock still held the promise of a great fuck. The three boys watched admiringly as he cut through the water with long powerful strokes, and Nate said, "Larry, you're a lucky dude to have a guy like that." "I know," Larry smiled proudly, "but you'd never guess that before you guys got here he was going through one of those self-doubt phases where he worries about our age difference. He looks at guys like Hassan and Adam and feels that he don't measure up anymore. Oh, when he was their age he was a head-turner, a gorgeous musclehunk that everyone wanted." "Yeah," Nate said, "but I knew a lot of guys in Sydney who burned real bright in their prime but the flame went out as they got older. They looked in the mirror and couldn't adjust and you never saw them in the bars anymore." "I know, that happens a lot here too. Hell, this is Southern California, home of youth and beauty, it's the currency, and when you run low on the currency you feel like you've gone broke. That's where Mike was different. He realized that aging brought a few more aches and pains but compensated by giving him maturity and wisdom. "So he didn't stop going to the gym, or going to the bar ... he bought the damn place, and now he's one of the most respected guys in Palm Springs, owner of the desert's biggest leather bar. And believe me, most of the customers would love to have sex with the boss. "Still, that doesn't stop him from having doubts about himself, especially when he's surrounded by muscle-gods like Randy and Bob, Hassan and Adam and all the guys in the tribe. I'm glad you all came `cos Hassan and Mike had a real heart-to-heart chat where they pulled no punches. Mike blasted out of the water Hassan's insecurity about getting topped by Adam, and Hassan returned the favor to Mike. It takes two dominant alpha males to reassure each other like that. So I'd say Mike is feeling pretty good about himself right now." "Look at him swim," Nate said. "I used to have an older lover In Sydney, and if I didn't have Adam now I'd trade places with you in a heartbeat, Larry." "And he could fuck me in a heartbeat," Eddie grinned ... "if Hassan approved. Hey, Hassan said we should be good to Uncle Mike and show our gratitude. So let's do it." ************************************ LIFE IS GOOD Larry was right about his lover. As Mike swam, pulling his muscular arms through the water, he felt renewed strength and confidence after his talk with Hassan. As always, swimming was a bit like meditation where he could contemplate his life. And life was good. He was the long-time owner of a successful business which had made him a pile of money and he lived well in a large sprawling house. Best of all he had met and fallen in love with Larry, a young stud who, to Mike's surprise, loved him back and wanted to spend his life with him. Larry had been something of a lost boy when they met but Mike had protected and nurtured him and set him up in his motorcycle repair business. The boy had worked hard and, with all his contacts with bikers in the bar, it became a thriving business. But Mike knew that Larry loved bartending too where he was a big hit working shirtless on well-lit display behind the bar. He loved being the boss's boy, lusted after by many but keeping himself out of reach. But Mike encouraged Larry to have friends his own age and gave him his freedom to fuck around if he ever wanted to, knowing he would always play safe.. As Mike's head rose sideways out of the water, breathing with each stroke, he glimpsed the three boys chatting earnestly together with frequent glances in his direction. He could tell they were plotting something so, after his usual number of laps he decided to get out and join them. When he pulled himself out of the pool, water streaming off him, he shook his head and realized he was towering over three young men lying on their backs on the grass ... buck naked. "Just getting some sun, sir," Larry said flippantly, though Mike knew they had more in mind than sun. "You won't get a tan line like that," Mike said. "I thought you guys got turned on by tan lines – showing off you white asses." "Oh, we weren't thinking about tan lines, sir," Eddie grinned. "No, I bet you weren't." Mike stretched out on the grass beside them. "OK, kids, what's up?" "Sir," Nate said, "Hassan ordered us to be good to you. I used to give massages in Sydney sir – legit massages ... well, mostly," he grinned. "So if you flip over on your stomach, sir ..." Larry got up, spread a big towel on the grass, and gently rolled Mike onto it face down. Mike sighed and gave himself up to the eager hands of the boys. Nate knelt astride Mike's lower back and Larry handed him some almond oil he had fetched from the house. Nate warmed it in his hands then gently pressed his palms on Mike's back and ran them down his lats to his waist. "Hmm," Mike sighed, "you're right, Nate, you're pretty good at this. I'm in your hands, kid." "Mine too, sir," said Larry, kneeling in front of Mike's head and massaging his neck. "Mine too, Uncle Mike." Eddie was kneeling at his feet, leaning forward and digging his fingers into the back of his thighs and his calf muscles. As the boys worked on him as a team Mike moaned. "Damn, feels like I'm getting gang-raped. But keep on doing what you're doing, boys. I could take this all day." It wasn't all day but it did last a long time as Mike drifted into total submission to the eager hands and fingers of the three boys. In helping him relax, the massage gave him a similar relief of shedding control as Hassan had felt when he yielded to Adam in the dark alley. Although of course a gentle massage by three boys was totally different from a back-alley blowjob. And in Mike's case he felt no threat to his masculinity in surrendering his body to them. In fact it bolstered his ego, a strong macho leader being serviced by three handsome boys at once. He lost track of time and heard Larry say, "We're going to turn you over now, sir." He felt hands turning him carefully on his back and he stared up at three smiling faces as the boys rubbed more almond oil in their hands. The boys kept the same positions – Larry running his hands up Mike's neck from behind, Eddie at the other end massaging his thighs and Nate in the middle kneading his hard pecs with his knuckles. He closed his eyes and groaned, "Damn, that feels good ... sexy too." The boys exchanged grins as they stared down at the master's hard cock rising up stiff as a pole. Mike's hand drifted to his cock and stroked it, but then he let his hand drop to the ground. "Nate," he said, "I guess this is supposed to be what you call a legit massage. No funny business." "Oh, no worries there, sir. My guys in Sydney paid extra for the other kind, but this one is on the house so you get the whole shebang – whatever you want, sir." "If that's the case, guys, don't hold back. Fuck `legit'. Go as `illegit' as you like." "Okey-dokey, sir," Larry said and leaned over his face from behind and touched Mike's lips with his, easing into a full-blown passionate kiss. Mike gave a muffled groan that suddenly got louder when he felt Nate's fingers massaging his nipples, gently at first, sliding on the oil, then squeezing and twisting them. Mike's pecs flexed, his body writhed, and he jerked fiercely when he felt a tongue lick his balls and move slowly up the length of his shaft. His face pulled away from the kiss and he looked down to see Eddie's roguish face pressing against his cock. "An Eddie special, sir?" "Fuck, I've heard about those. Even your tough Marine turns to mush when you go down on him. I've always wondered what it feels like." "You're about to find out, sir," Larry said, licking his face and neck while Nate continued working on his tits. Eddie opened his mouth wide, lowered it over the thick, hard cock and went to work. "Holy shit, I'm gonna cum," Mike moaned but Eddie pulled back and grinned, "No sir, that's for me to decide. You cum when I want you to." And so Eddie taunted him, bringing him to the edge of orgasm again and again before leaving him thrashing and moaning in frustration. "You're fucking torturing me, kid. Aaaah ... I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... no!" he howled as once again Eddie pulled away. Nate grabbed Mike's wrists and pushed them under his back, his elbows bent as if his hands were tied behind him. "And you better stay like that, sir, or Eddie will never give you release." Nate grinned at Eddie. "Hey dude, looks like there's enough meat there for all of us. You wanna give us a piece of the action?" And so all three boys went to work on the bar-boss's cock while his muscular body writhed in lust and frustration, his hands trapped behind the small of his back, his handsome, stubbled face wincing as the youngsters took turns working his cock. Two of them licked his balls while the other sucked his cock, careful to pull off at the first sign of orgasm. "Don't do this to me guys," the big man groaned. "I can't take anymore, my balls are bursting, you're driving me crazy. Let me cum, guys ... I'm so fucking close ... let me bust my load." "What d'ya think guys?" Eddie grinned, shall we have mercy on the boss?" "Depends," Larry said. "He has to really want it. Make him beg, Eddie. Let's hear him beg." "OK, dude, this is it." Eddie licked his lips and again lowered his mouth over Mike's cock and let it slide down to the back of his throat. He clenched his throat muscles round it, then released and clenched again. That really did drive Mike crazy and pushed him finally over the edge. He howled, "No ... I'm so fucking close ... make me cum ... please let me cum ... I'm begging you, boy. Make me cum ... yeah, that's it ... fuck, I'm gonna cum ... I'm gonna cum ... yeaahh!" His body shuddered his eyes opened wide and his head flew back as his cock exploded in Eddie's mouth. Eddie gulped hard, then pulled off as the cock kept pumping jizz that was swallowed first by Nate, then Larry. The boys got to their feet and stared down at the big macho boss, his body shuddering as the last of his semen dripped from his cock. "Jesus Christ ... Jesus ... I've had some orgasms in my time but, damn, that one was unbelievable, kids." "Well, sir," Nate said, "Hassan told us we had to be good to you. He also said we have to show you our appreciation for your hospitality. You ready guys?" Eagerly the three boys stood over Mike pounding their cocks and in a few seconds three jets of cum splashed down on him, smothering his face and heaving body in semen. Mike swallowed hard, just as he heard a deep voice yell, "Hey, Adam, it's an orgy. Can anyone join in?" ********************************* STARS OF THE LEATHER BAR The boys pulled Mike to his feet as they saw Hassan and Adam coming through the gate. Eddie and Nate ran up to them and hugged them, but the guys flinched and pulled away. Adam smiled at Nate, "Good to see you, mate, just don't touch the tits ... kinda sore." Hassan ginned at Mike. "So what happened to you, buddy – buck naked, smothered in cum, with three naked boys? Boy orgy?" "Oh," Mike shrugged, "I got a massage is all. Well, truth be told, a triple massage." "Good on ya mate," Adam laughed. "And not a legit massage either by the state of you ... more like one of those `full release' jobs they advertise." "I gotta jump in the pool again," Mike said, "get cleaned up. Then it's cocktail time." Larry said, "But don't forget, sir, I gotta go to the bar and relieve the bartender for a couple hours. It'll be getting busy right around now." "Hey, I have an idea," Mike said, "why don't we all go?" He grinned at Hassan and Adam, still shirtless in leather pants. "You two are already dressed for it and it won't take me and the boys long to throw some clothes on. We'll hang out there for a few drinks then come back and order in for dinner, make a night of it. What d'ya say, guys?" They were all for a couple of hours relaxation after all their sexual exertions, so Larry pulled on jeans and boots and Mike hugged him before he left. "We'll be there soon, kiddo. And thanks for arranging the massage, kid, and the, er, full release." "Any time you want a repeat, sir, I'm your boy." Mike watched him leave, then turned to the guys. "OK, let's go watch the kid in action behind the bar. Let's get you kitted out." A short while later Mike said, "Damn, look at you ... that is a group would make any guy cream his shorts." Adam and his boy Nate were identically dressed in leather pants and black vests open over their bare chests. Hassan, still wearing leather chaps over his jeans, wore his old sleeveless denim combat shirt that hung loose over the slabs of his pecs, a homoerotic fantasy of a rugged Arab warrior. Eddie wore jeans and, like his master, he had pulled on a ragged, sleeveless shirt that showed off his ripped young body – what he proudly called "my hustler look." If Mike was turned on by the instant-hard-on group it was nothing to the effect they had on the leather/levi regulars and bikers crowding Mike's bar. Mike had driven Adam and Nate in his truck and Hassan followed right behind with Eddie in his jeep. They arrived together in the parking lot, crowded with motorbikes, and made a group entrance that caused a stunned silence among the usually noisy crowd. All eyes focused on the door and cocks bulged at the sight. To lighten the tension Mike announced in his usual loud voice, "Hey guys, welcome as always, and I want you to meet my weekend visitors from L.A. You all know young Eddie from way back, so I'll let him do the introductions." Eddie was in leather-bar heaven as the customers crowded round and he proudly announced, "This is Hassan and I'm his boy. And this hunk is Adam and his boy Nate, they're Aussies with that weird accent from Down Under." The first reaction was shyness, even among this group of rugged, macho guys of all ages. Hassan especially looked darkly formidable, strong and silent as usual, but Adam lightened the mood with his smiling outgoing manner. He had always been a star in the leather bars of his native Sydney, and he now flashed a glamorous smile and said in his deep Australian drawl, "Hey, guys, great to meet you. My boy Nate and me met some of you blokes earlier when we dropped in, but you probably don't remember." This was greeted by ironic laughter all round and a voice chortling, "Don't remember! Hard to forget guys like you, dude. Some guys are still home jerking off at the memory." "So who do you have to fuck to get a drink around here?" Adam asked, to a chorus of "Me ... me ... me". Amid all the laughter the four men made their way through the crowd to the bar where Larry greeted them, looking especially sexy under the lights behind the bar. "Name it, gentlemen – on the house." Soon inhibitions faded and the men were bombarded with questions. "You all live together ...?" "Is it like a tribe of hot guys ...? "Do all the men have boys ...?" "Those guys Randy and Bob who came here a couple of times, they still together?" "Dynamite wouldn't separate those two," Hassan grinned." As the drinks flowed and guys got looser Adam and Nate were subjected to many "down under" sexual puns that they had heard so often before, but they parried them cheerfully. Mike watched the whole show with the indulgent smile of a boss, proud of the popularity of his guys, as he thought of them. Even Hassan loosened up and the crowd listened with rapt attention to his stories of shirtless Arab warriors in the heat of battle in distant deserts. It all went on for several hours until hunger started to gnaw. Hassan had been watching Eddie bathe in the reflected glory of his buddies, and especially of his master. He was loving showing off to guys he had known years before as the young bar-back, giving blowjobs in the back room for tips. This was Eddie's `look-how-far-I've come-since-then' moment in the spotlight and Hassan's heart went out to his beaming boy. A wave of affection washed over the Marine and he wanted to make this time memorable for Eddie – to give him a chance to really show off. ********************************* BACK-ROOM BODY-WORSHIP The boy was talking (and talking) to a group of guys with his usual machine-gun delivery and Hassan came up next to him and put his arm round his shoulder. All the guys heard him say, "Hey, kiddo, remember that time you got mad at me and ran way, high-tailed it out here and asked Mike for your job back? Mike called me and told me you would soon be on your knees in the back room with a line of guys in front of you. "Well no way was I gonna have my boy doing that so I roared out here, stormed into the back room and yelled, "back off – that's my boy." I hauled you off the floor, threw you over my shoulder and carried you out. I threw you in the back of the jeep, took you straight home and fucked you for the rest of the night." Jaws dropped and guys grabbed their crotch as they imagined the spectacle and placed themselves in the role of recaptured boy. Hassan grinned. "Haven't been in that back room since that day. Is it still here?" "Yes, sir. You wanna take a look?" By now the whole bar was aware of something brewing and they followed the soldier and his boy into the dark back room with red spotlights in the middle. The Aussies, Mike and even Larry crowded in to watch. The customers all crowded round Eddie, wanting to know how it felt when the big tough soldier busted in and claimed him, and Eddie was only too eager to regale them breathlessly with the whole story – exaggerations included. But suddenly a deep commanding voice broke through the din. "Hey boy, get your ass over here ... now!" They all turned to look at Hassan standing alone in the middle of the room. He had taken off his shirt and his square-cut Arab features were set in an angry frown as he stood stripped to the waist, his muscles flexed and gleaming under the red spotlights. Eddie broke free of the crowd and ran over to his master. "What the fuck you doing, boy, neglecting me like that? Are you my boy or what?" Hassan looked so genuinely enraged that Eddie said nervously, "Yes, sir. I am your boy sir." "So prove it!" Hassan ripped the thin shirt off Eddie, wrapped it round his neck and pulled his face to him in a ferocious kiss to prove ownership of the boy. There were audible gasps around the room, and Mike looked over at Adam who grinned and shrugged. They knew exactly what the Marine was doing. At last Hassan pulled back, leaving Eddie gasping for breath. He pulled the ragged shirt from round his neck and whipped it several times across his chest. If you don't want a real whip you'll do as I say. I'm gonna teach you a lesson. On your knees, boy." "Yes, sir," Eddie said breathlessly and sank to his hands and knees. He bent low and licked the soldier's boots, then licked the leather chaps from the bottom up. The crowd stared in awed silence. Most of them would have willingly traded places with the boy groveling at the soldier's feet, and they rubbed their crotches as they watched the pornographic scene unfold. When Eddie reached the top of the chaps he opened his mouth and pressed it over the bulge in his master's jeans and felt the cock get harder under the rough denim. He pulled away and stared up at the rugged face looking down at him. "That's more like it, boy," Hassan growled. "You know what to do now." Using only his teeth Eddie ripped open the fly of the jeans, pushed his tongue inside, curled it round his master's cock and pulled it out. As the huge shaft sprang out there were groans and shouts from the spectators. One or two who were already stroking their cocks busted their loads. They cursed themselves for cumming too soon but kept stroking, hoping they could cum again before the scene played out. Eddie braced his hands on the waistband of the chaps at Hassan's slim hips and licked the head of the long thick cock. The soldier groaned and his head fell back as he felt the tongue move down the length of his cock. He uttered a deep, throaty "yeaahh, eat it boy," as Eddie closed his mouth over the cock and swallowed it all the way down his throat. The onlookers gazed in awe at the shirtless musclehunk in the throes of passion as his body flexed and writhed under the red gleam of the lights. This spectacular top-man with the chiseled Arab/Asian features and superb physique was in the middle of their bar's back room moaning in ecstasy as his handsome boy worked on his cock, teasing it, swallowing it, clenching his muscles round it, then pursing his lips and pulling back on the pulsing shaft At one point Eddie pulled back off the cock and stared at the pre-cum oozing from it. He stuck out his tongue, caught the filmy liquid on the point and drew out thin gossamer strands." "You like that, boy? Hassan growled. "You like the taste of your master's jizz?" "Yes thank you, sir. I love it." "OK, boy, now I'm gonna fuck your face." He clamped his hands on the sides of the boy's head in a vise-like grip and pulled his face forward on his cock. From then on it wasn't so much a boy sucking his master's cock as the soldier pounding the boy's face. His hips pumped back and forth, his cock pistoned in the boy's mouth, and Eddie took it without gagging once. "After a fierce assault Hassan grabbed Eddie's hair, and pulled his face back off his cock. "You had enough, boy, or you want more?" His jaw sagging and dribbling spit Eddie gulped. "More, please sir. I love your cock. I can take anything you give me, sir." "That's my boy," Hassan grinned. "OK, kid, brace yourself." The pounding resumed and there gasps from the spectators as guys ejaculated watching the homoerotic scene. In the end it was Hassan who had to give up as Eddie worked his magic on the shaft even as it ramrodded his mouth. As always it was the boy who made the master bust his load. Hassan's chest was heaving, his body writhing, head thrashing wildly from side to side, his black hair whipping over his face. The onlookers stared at the incredible sight of the powerful soldier actually giving in to the boy on his knees. He couldn't take anymore, he had lost control. His body jolted, muscles flexed hard and he yelled. "Fuck you, boy, you're making me cum ... fuck, I'm gonna ... I'm gonna cum ... fuuuck!" With one last deep thrust his cock erupted deep in his boy's throat and the crowd watched the boy gulping down his master's sperm. Then he pulled out, pointed his cock at the boy's face and sprayed the last of his juice into it. "Thank you sir," Eddie groaned and his face fell forward. But Hassan pulled it back by the hair and said. "Now show me how much you love me, boy. Worship me, look up at this fucking body and spill your load for me. That's an order." Eddie stared up at the swarthy muscle god, sweat running down his heaving chest. Hassan shoved his cock back in his pants and flexed his muscles for the boy to worship. Eddie pulled out his own cock and stroked it, gazing up at his master – and it didn't take long. What pushed him over the edge was the soldier's sweat dripping off his chest onto Eddie's face. He stuck out his tongue to taste it, pounded hard and yelled, "I love you, sir ... I love you ...aaagh ..." His cock blasted jizz all over Hassan's boot, then he bent down to lick it off. While he was on all fours Hassan pulled the boot away and planted it on the boy's back, the ultimate sign of dominance and ownership. "You belong to me, boy." He bent down, scooped Eddie up and wrapped his arms tight round him and kissed him. When he pulled back he growled, "Now I'm gonna take you home, tie you to the bed as my fuck slave and pound your sweet ass all night." He picked Eddie up bodily and slung him over his shoulder, the boy's head hanging down over his master's back. The crowd went wild, cheering and stomping as the soldier strode to the door. As they left, Eddie raised his head, grinned wildly at the crowd and gave two thumbs up, to even louder cheers. The customers followed them out to the parking lot and watched Hassan throw the boy in the back of the open jeep and pull away with a screech of tires. Adam and Nate said their goodbyes to the crowd, with a promise to drop by again before they left town. A broadly grinning Mike yelled to his customers, "See you later, guys. Hey Larry, a round of drinks on the house." He grinned at the Aussies. "What a floor show, eh? I should a' sold tickets." They got in his truck and drove away to catch up with Hassan. The two vehicles arrived at the house at the same time. As they all walked toward the gate they saw someone huddled on the ground outside it. They were astonished to see young Ben, his arms wrapped round his knees, head bent forward. At the sound of their steps Ben raised his tear-stained, dark gypsy face and said to Uncle Mike, "Sir, can I come in?" ***************************************** A SURPRISE VISITOR Mike pulled Ben to his feet and wrapped his arm round his shoulder. "Sure you can come in Ben. You're always welcome here." They all walked into the garden and slumped in chairs at the table by the pool. Mike pulled Ben down beside him and signaled to the others to leave the talking to him. Ben was the boy of the hunky young fireman Jason, as well as being boss Randy's kid brother, so this could be tricky. "So, kiddo, you wanna tell me what's up?" It all came out in a rush. "Well sir, I guess I've run away from home, and my job. I don't think Jason loves me anymore, he loves himself too much. And my boss Pablo good as told me he don't want me as his assistant mechanic anymore. So I don't have no home and no job." He sniffed and gulped. "I don't care. I lived on my own in Texas and I can again. I came here `cos I heard Larry was looking for an assistant in his bike repair shop, so I wanna apply for the job, sir. I won't be no bother. I'll find a place to live, a room or a place in a trailer park or something, I don't care. You won't send me back, will you, sir? `Cos I won't go." "Well you said a mouthful there, young Ben. So let's take it one step at a time. First things first. Us guys were gonna order in for dinner, and we'd love to have you join us. You hungry?" "Yes, sir, very." "Good, then that's settled." Ben wiped the tears from his face. "I'm glad I came to you, Uncle Mike." "So am I Ben," Mike smiled. Jeez, he thought to himself, this tribe is something else. No sooner does one drama end than you find another one sitting on your doorstep. ******************************* TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 477 Hey guys, this is Rob Williams. I hope that chapter got you off, and I welcome your comments and suggestions, which can be very helpful in planning future chapters. E-mail me in confidence at rw6789@aol.com. ALSO, I invite you to visit my own Web-site www.atrialofstrength.com. You can read the whole story, with extras including pictures and biographies of all the characters. AND DON'T FORGET – IF YOU ENJOY THESE STORIES, PLEASE DONATE to this site. Nifty needs your donations to provide these thousands of wonderful stories. 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