Date: Fri, 4 Feb 2011 21:23:33 -0500 (EST)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 6

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH ... Part 6
By Rob Williams

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As dawn brought a pale light to the motel room Bob and Randy lay side by
side naked on the bed, on their backs staring at the ceiling.  The two big
men were spent, exhausted, but still exhilarated by the extraordinary night
they had spent together.  Neither one could get their minds round the
images that still haunted them.  Etched on Randy's imagination was the
searing sight of the beautiful, muscular body hanging from the ceiling,
spinning round, screaming at the pain of the whip and exploding in orgasm.
Bob could not forget how, looking at his own stunning image in the mirror,
a bound, naked stud being brutally tortured, he had lost all control and
fallen in love with his own magnificent reflection, shooting his semen all
over it.

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Love can exist between two heterosexual men in many forms.  The love that
begins in childhood and becomes a lifelong friendship.  The love between
buddies who know each other's moods, who play together and support each
other no matter what.  The fraternal love of siblings.  The competitive
admiration and respect of competitors.  And the love between warriors who
would die for each other.

In a short time Bob and Randy had developed a strange blend of all of
these, based on sensations that ran too deep for either of them to
understand and certainly not to control.  On that blazing hot August
weekend in a shabby motel room at the scruffy end of Hollywood Boulevard
the two straight men had embarked on an intimate union that defied
description.  As soon as they met, there had been a fleeting glance between
them that went beyond thought or feeling, and their encounter quickly
developed into a series of events and experiences that came from a deep
well of needs, aches and hungers.

Neither one had ever suspected that these feelings existed buried deep
within them.  Now they burst forth and found their expression in raw
physical action, involving pain, bondage and domination, and an even
stranger emotional hold that they had over each other.  It was not sexual
in any conventional sense of the word, but it became so intense and so
loaded with testosterone that its only possible release was through orgasm.
They were two big, tough, self-assured, powerful, unquestionably straight
men who were now brothers of the flesh.  They could not exist without each
other.

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

Over the days that followed the men developed an intense intimacy that
existed on two levels.  For much of the time, and certainly in public, they
were two straight buddies, doing things together that men usually do.
Randy joined Bob's gym near Universal City and they worked out hard
together.  The gym members became familiar with them as work-out partners.
They went to movies and ball games, shot hoops together, hiked in
Hollywood's Runyon Canyon and later went out drinking together.  Sometimes
they even vented their heterosexual needs together with Sheila or one of
her girlfriends.  The girls could not believe the turn-on of the three- or
four-way hookups with the two striking, muscular and supremely virile men.

But when the two buddies went back to the motel room and the door closed
behind them their world changed.  They entered their real, essential world,
the world that kept calling them back like a siren song.  They looked deep
into each other's eyes and knew that their exhilaration was about to begin
again.

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It was just such a moment that led to events that were to test their
strength, endurance and commitment to each other.  They came in after a
long, hot hike, both wearing gym shorts and sweat-stained tank tops.  As
they looked at each other they were again filled with awe at the sight of
the other muscular body.

"Come here," ordered the swarthy construction worker.  Bob came forward and
stood under the ceiling beam.  Randy placed the familiar restraints on his
wrists and with a few minutes Bob had his arms stretched up and out,
attached to the beam.  Randy stepped back and gazed at the spread eagled
body, muscles straining, chest heaving under the wet tank top.  As always
he looked stunning.  Randy looked deep into his prisoner's eyes.

"The time has come for me to share you.  I want my buddy Jack to see you
the way I do, and to help me work you over.  I'll be back."

He turned and left the room, leaving behind a man in spectacular bondage
who was anticipating, and fearing, this new development.

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

Randy had arranged to meet his fellow construction worker, Jack, at the
bar, promising something special.  But Jack was not there and Randy asked
the bartender Sheila if she knew anything.

"Jack was here earlier but he had to leave.  Said something about working
an extra shift."

"Shit," said Randy.  He was looking forward to showing off his slave.
"Gimme a beer."

As he sat at the bar he became aware of another guy at the other end ... a
tall, muscular blond dressed in work clothes, grubby jeans and a sweaty
T-shirt.  It was Hans, one of the other guys from the work site, a big
German with a harsh accent.  The two guys had never liked each other.  The
same height, weight and sinewy build, they matched each other in looks and
strength and had always been competitive, each one out to prove he was the
better man.  Hans came over and sat next to his rival.

"You gonna fuck Sheila tonight, or you gonna leave her to me?"

"Fuck off."

"I hear she likes it rough ... just my type."

"Yeah?  Maybe you should pick on someone your own size.  Maybe you'd be the
one to get roughed up."

"I don't think so," Hans snarled.  "I've worked over plenty of big guys.
But that's something you know nothing about."

"Is that so?  You don't know how wrong you are."

Randy's mind went back to the motel room, to the muscleman stretched in
bondage waiting to be worked on.  He had a sudden urge to show off to Hans,
make the big German envious of his magnificent slave.  He ordered another
beer and looked hard at the twisted grin on the German's rugged face.  He
had to wipe that grin off.  His toughness had been challenged and he wanted
to prove that he was the top man.  Without thinking of the outcome, he
grabbed Hans's shoulder and said,

"Come with me."

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Bob heard the key turn in the door and watched it open.  He took a sharp
intake of breath as Randy came in with the tall, ripped blond.  The two
construction workers were equals in size and beauty.  Hans's eyes opened
wide at the sight of the bound stud and he gasped,

"Wow.  Will you look at that!  What do we have here?"

He had to admire the bound man, muscles straining under gym shorts and tank
top.  He walked over to him and ran his hands over the beautiful body.

"Uh-uh," said Randy, pulling him away. "This is for me to touch and you to
just look at.  Go lie on the bed and I'll get some beers."

Hans threw himself on the bed and gazed in awe at the captive with his arms
pulled tight to ceiling.  Randy went and opened the small refrigerator in
the corner.

"Shit," he said.  "Just one left," and he threw a beer over to Hans. "I
forgot I was out.  I'll have to run to the bar and get a couple of
six-packs from Sheila.  Now you," pointing at the grinning Hans, "stay
right where you are and just drool.  I'll be right back."  And without
thinking he left the room, something he realized later was one of the
dumbest things he ever did.

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

Left alone with Bob, Hans had no intention of just drooling.  He stood up
and went over to the big helpless man.  He ran his hands over the body
again, than clasped Bob's jaw tightly.

"So you're Randy's toy boy.  He's got taste, I'll give him that.  You look
great ... much too good to be left alone.  But I'm sure Randy doesn't know
how to treat you.  Takes a real man to do that."

Bob's throat was dry and he said, "No.  Wait for Randy.  Please...no."

"Shut up!" and Hans hit him viciously across the face, making Bob's head
spin.  "You're mine now.  I give the orders.  Let's just see how much that
beautiful body of yours can take."  And focusing on Bob's huge pecs he
squeezed the nipples with a brutal ferocity.

Bob howled in pain, until Hans eventually let go and stood back.  He yanked
at Bob's tank top, pulled him toward him and spat full in his face.  The
force of the wrench tore one arm of the tank, leaving the shirt to hang
from just one of the massive shoulders.  Then Hans stepped back, ripped his
belt from his jeans and stood there swinging it.  Bob closed his eyes,
knowing what to expect.

When it came, the first lash made him scream in agony.  Hans was a real
sadist and wanted to destroy this property of Randy's.  He held nothing
back and his sinewy muscles bulged as he put every ounce of his strength
into the blows.  Bob had never experience anything like this.  The belt cut
into his chest, his back, his thighs and, worst of all, his ass.  In no
time his muscles were a blaze of welts and bruises and he was howling like
an animal.  He was only dimly aware when the door burst open.

"No!" Randy screamed and threw himself on the big German in a perfect
football tackle.  The two giants crashed to the floor and the fight began.
It was brutal, with shirts quickly ripped off so both men were stripped to
the waist.  The men were equally matched in skill and strength but Randy
had the force of his fury on his side.  He pinned the big German to the
floor, knelt on his arms and began to smash his fist into his face.

"You fucking asshole.  I'm gonna kill you.  I'm gonna fucking kill you," he
screamed. Then he clamped his hands around Hans's throat and picked him up
bodily off the floor.  Backing him up to the wall, his hands still on his
throat, he crashed his head against the wall again and again.

The muscular German was reeling.  He was in a complete daze, quickly losing
control of his body and mind.  As Bob watched the fight in horror, Randy
shifted his hold to clamp his arm around Hans's head in a brutal head lock.
Again he rammed the head against the wall until Hans was slipping into
unconsciousness.  Hans was almost finished, but with the instinct of a
wounded animal he summoned every last ounce of strength and brought his
elbow backward, crashing it hard into Randy's balls.

Randy howled in pain as he released his rival and fell in a crumpled heap
on the floor, clutching his groin.  The two men crawled slowly and
painfully, each trying to recover, but it was Hans who came to first and he
seized the advantage.  Coming up behind the fallen giant he grabbed his
wrists behind his back and pulled them viciously upward in a brutal double
hammer lock.  Yanking on the arms he pulled Randy to his feet.  He was
helpless, his arms stretched up behind his back, his big chest straining
and heaving.  Hans yanked him round to face Bob and held him locked in
place.  He yelled at Bob.

"You see, punk!  You see your master now!  He's nothing!  He's beaten.
Hear your buddy scream," and he pulled the arms up even higher, causing
excruciating pain.  "He's finished.  Listen to him submit."

"Fuck you!" Randy yelled, but Hans applied even more pressure and his arms
felt as if they would be wrenched off.  Bob was horrified as he was watched
his buddy in front of him, chest heaving, muscles straining, shoulders and
arms screaming under the pressure.

"Give up!" screamed Hans.

Randy managed to croak, "Go and fuck yourself."

But Hans's muscles bulged as he put every ounce of strength into torturing
Randy's arms.  Randy screamed in agony and knew his arms would soon break.
He held on until the pain was unbearable and he knew he had no choice.

"OK ... Igive up."

"I don't hear you."

"I give up, I submit."

"Again."

"I'm finished.  I submit ...  sir."

"I'm your master?"

"Yes sir," Randy yelled.  "Please let me go.  You win.  I'm beaten."  Then
he whimpered, "The pain ... please let me go."

Hans finally released the arms and pushed Randy onto the floor on his
chest.  He gloated over him, then kicked the big body, which turned over
limply onto its back.  Hans wasn't finished.  He kneeled astride the broken
stud, clenched his big fists and pummeled his big pecs unmercifully, then
moved down and punished the hard abs.  Finally he paused, pulled back and
then with one vicious blow, slammed his fist into the swarthy, agonized
face.  Randy's head fell to one side.  He was unconscious, beaten.

Helpless to move, Bob looked down at his fallen buddy, his brother, and
tears flowed down his cheeks.  The big, tough, powerful man, his master who
always dominated him, now lay on the floor a broken wreck of a man, beaten
into submission by the big muscular German.

His muscles heaving and sweating Hans stood up and raised his fists in the
air.

"I am the best," he shouted.  Then turning to Bob, "Look down at the piece
of shit.  Your so-called master is destroyed.  He's finished.  Now he will
see how I treat his buddy.  He will be a helpless witness to the suffering
of his friend.

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

It took a while for Randy to slowly start to regain consciousness.  In his
first glimmerings of feeling he was aware only of pain, the throbbing in
his jaw, the pain in his balls, the bruising on his pecs and abs, and
something stretching his shoulders and arms behind his back.  He tried to
move but gradually realized that he was on his knees, stripped naked, and
his hands were tied tightly behind him.  He managed to turn his head and
realized that he was lashed to the old water pipe that run floor to ceiling
up the wall.

He closed his eyes again and shook his head to try to recover his wits.  As
his mind was starting to clear he heard a guttural voice close to his ear.

"Wake up, big boy.  I have something to show you."

Hans!  Memory started to come back to the bound construction worker, of a
brutal fight, a fight he had lost.  He had been beaten and humiliated.  But
he couldn't make any more sense of it.

"Open your eyes, cock sucker."

Randy did so, but at first nothing would come into focus.  Slowly the haze
cleared and he was aware of a man, twisting and groaning, his muscular body
striped with welts and bruises.  Gradually the full horror came to him.
The man was Bob, his buddy, his brother, the man he had bonded with so
intensely, the man he had dominated and protected.  His arms were tied
upward and apart, shackled to the high beam.  But worse, his feet were now
six inches above the floor, flailing free.  He was still wearing gym
clothes except that one arm of the tank had been ripped down to expose one
of his bruised and tortured pecs.

"NO!" Randy howled, pulling wildly at his restraints in a desperate attempt
to get to his agonized friend.  "No ... don't do this!"

"Oh this is just the beginning," grated the voice in his ear. "Look at that
body.  Incredible, no?" You can feel his pain.  But, you know, I think we
can improve on the picture."

Randy could hardly take it in.  The muscular body suspended from the
ceiling flailed twisted and thrashed in an effort to get free.  Bob looked
down and focused on Randy, his eyes pleading for release."  Hans had
already gone over to the flailing giant and in one quick moved pulled down
his shorts.  As they fell to the floor his big, thick cock flopped free and
flew back and forth as the body writhed.  Then Hans ripped the other
shoulder of the tank, which fell in shreds around the tight, heaving waist.
Hans went back close to Randy.

"Now the picture is perfect.  He looks stunning."  Through the haze of
physical pain and mental anguish Randy still felt a rush of adrenaline
looking at the writhing muscle stud, naked now except for the shredded tank
draped round his waist.  But he had to stop this.  He decided to plead.

"Look, Hans.  Be reasonable.  Stop this before it's gone too far.  You know
you'll pay for it in the end."

"I think not," said the guttural German accent.  "I have a feeling you are
the one who will pay ... you and your magnificent toy boy being tortured in
front of you.  You tried to beat me and lost while your buddy watched.  Now
you will see what it means to lose to Hans."

"OK, you win.  But torture me instead.  Tie me up, whip me, thrash me, fuck
me, whatever you want, only let him go.  He's not the one who fought you.
I'll do anything, be your slave.  Just let him go."  He added with a
whimper, "Please, sir."

"As enticing as the idea is of torturing you, I think there is one thing
worse than physical pain.  You will go through far greater agony watching
me destroy your friend.  And he will, slowly and methodically, be
destroyed.  But first we watch."

And, shoulder to shoulder, the two muscular construction workers watched in
awe as the bound giant struggled.  The rope cut agonizingly into his wrists
so he tried to hold onto the rope above the shackles.  Then, to ease the
pain further he tried to haul himself up to grasp the beam.  As his sinewy
muscles strained and his veins bulged, he tried several times, and failed
to pull himself upward.  Each time he crashed back in the restraints and
howled in pain.

As Hans stood up Randy yelled, "NO!  You asshole, you mother fucking
bastard. You arrogant sadistic prick."

"Silence!"  Hans wheeled round and brought the back of his hand viciously
across the construction worker's handsome, the rugged face.  "You will not
speak.  Just watch ... and enjoy."

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

And so the torture began.  Hans took his time.  Picking up his belt he
circled the groaning, writhing, near naked man, choosing the best place to
start.  The ass, he thought, and brought the belt crashing across the
perfect, rounded cheeks.  Bob and Randy both screamed together as one felt
the intense physical pain and the other the agony of watching it.

The muscular body arched as Bob tried to avoid the whip on his ass.  But it
crashed again, and again and again.  The perfect ass was now a brilliant
red, covered in welts.  Hans aimed his belt higher, across the bulging
pecs, across the V-shaped back, around the thighs and then, viciously,
across the ravaged nipples.

Hans went into a trance, losing all control and lashing the screaming,
muscular giant who pulled, twisted and writhed in agony.  Tears flowing
down his face Randy screamed for Hans to stop, put the massive German was
beyond hearing him.  In desperation, Randy eased himself up, his hands
still bound around the pipe and he managed to pull his legs into a
crouching position.  When Hans had his back turned, Randy summoned all his
strength and aimed a hard, brutal kick at the back of Hans's right knee.

With a howl of pain, Hans's legs buckled and he fell backward toward Randy.
Bound though he was, Randy moved his legs fast and, as Hans fell, locked
his powerful thighs around Hans's waist.  Hans fell, held in a vice-like
scissor grip.  His body thrashed and kicked but the massive thighs
increased their pressure on his six-pack abs.

"You fucking asshole," Randy screamed.  "You fucking sadistic animal.  Try
to get out of this."

And Hans tried mightily.  He pushed down on the rock hard thighs but
couldn't move them.  His muscular body strained and bulged and he flexed
his abs as he tried to relieve the pain, but his body was locked solid,
squeezed by the straining legs.  Bob looked down in amazement at the two
straining giants, their muscles cracking in the pain and heat of the
struggle, both screaming obscenities at each other.

Crushed and winded, Hans was growing weaker and his breath was coming in
agonized gasps.  His animal instinct again took hold again.  His arms were
still free and, clasping his hands together into a single fist he raised
them and crashed them down into Randy's balls.  Randy's eyes opened wide as
he gave an agonized gasp.  The pain was excruciating and he fell back.  His
legs collapsed and Hans sprang free.  His eyes blazed with anger.

He knelt in front to the groaning construction worker and hit him hard
across the face, from side to side, again and again.

"You fool!  You never learn.  You cannot beat me.  I am the best, I will
always win. I will fucking kill you."  He stood up, his chest heaving and
he fixed his maddened gaze on his crumpled victim.

"But it's not you who will pay.  It's him!" and he wheeled round to
confront the terrified man whose muscled body now hung limply from the
ceiling.  He reached down to Bob's groin, seized his big balls in his hand
and started to squeeze.  Bob's huge body convulsed and his screams echoed
round the room.  Hans looked down at Randy as he tortured the man's balls.

"Now see what you have done.  Now you will submit to me ... I mean really
submit.  What do you have to say?"

Randy would have said anything to make his buddy's pain stop.  He spoke
without thinking.

"OK, OK.  You win.  Please stop.  Please, sir, stop torturing him.  I'll do
anything, say anything.  Just ease off."  He was sobbing as he watched his
buddy's torment.

"Who is your master?"

"You are sir," Randy shouted.  "I submit to you.  You have destroyed me.  I
am your slave.  Please, sir.  I'll do anything."

"Will you give your friend, your slave, to me?"

"Yes...anything."

"To do exactly as I wish with him?"

"Yes ... anything."

"Tell him!" Hans screamed.

Randy looked up at the writhing, tortured muscles above him and looked into
his eyes.

"Bob, Hans is now your master.  You belong to him.  He has thrashed and
beaten me.  He has won.  You are now his.  He will torture you and you must
submit. You understand?"

With tears streaming down his cheeks Bob managed to croak a feeble "Yes,"
and at that moment the pain in his balls stopped as Hans released his hold.

His body went limp as Hans turned his attention to the beaten construction
worker sobbing on the floor.

"Get back on your knees."

With difficulty, his muscles aching in pain, the big, rugged man managed to
pull himself up, his bound wrists sliding up the pole behind his back and
he fell back on his knees.  Hans reached down and pulled his head back by
the hair.  He laughed as he looked at the sweat- and tear-stained face. The
he stood back, picked up another beer, took a deep gulp, and began to
speak.

"I've always hated you, Randy, you arrogant fucking bastard.  Sure, you
look good ... handsome, tough, strong, and you always thought you were
better than me, could always whip me.  Well tonight I've proved that's
bullshit, I've proved that I am the best.  I have totally humiliated and
broken you.  And there you are, a pathetic wreck.  You have humbled
yourself in front of your buddy, your slave.  He is looking at you not as
his master, but as the shattered asshole that you are.  And Bob now belongs
to me."

Hans took another long drink of beer and walked over to Bob, whose head
hung in despair.  He reached up to lengthen the ropes until Bob's feet
touched the floor in blessed relief.  Hans grabbed his hair, pulled back
his head and spoke inches from his agonized face.

"What to do you say?

"Thank you, sir."

"Who do you belong to?"

"You, sir."

"What about him, that animal on the floor?" pointing with his beer bottle
to the broken muscle stud on his knees.

"He's nothing , sir.  He's finished.  You are my master."

"So you want to see how low your so-called master has fallen?

"Yes, sir."

Letting his head go, Hans turned back to Randy.  With one last gulp of
beer, he said.

"You piece of shit.  Open your mouth."

Randy obeyed and looked up, knowing what was coming.  Hans took hold of his
thick cock and point it downward.  He let go a long stream of piss that
went straight into the dark, handsome face and straight into his mouth.

"Drink, mother fucker."

Randy gulped the hot, rancid yellow liquid as it gushed into his mouth.
His mind was blank.  He was aware only of the German's stream of piss at it
gushed into his mouth and down into his belly.  As he started to gag, Hans
raised his dick and directed the hot spray over the stubbled chin, the
eyes, the face, the hair, and then down onto the heaving sinews of the
man's beautiful body.  Randy's sweating body was now drenched in piss.  It
soaked his hair, ran down his dark, rugged face, poured over his heaving
chest and straining arms, and down over his bulging thighs.

Hans stepped back and contemplated his work.  The big man was a picture of
total humiliation, his piss soaked body still convulsing with pain.  He
looked up at his bound buddy with tears streaming down his face.  He saw
that his blood brother was also sobbing as he looked down at the beaten
man.  Randy's face twisted in shame and defeat as he said,

"I'm sorry, man."

"Very touching," Hans said. "But keep looking at your beautiful friend.
We're not finished by a long shot.  Things are about to get interesting."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength ... Part 7