Date: Wed, 11 Sep 2013 03:10:56 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: "A Trial Of Strength" - Part 174  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - PART 174
By Rob Williams

IN THIS CHAPTER:
  After rescuing Eddie, Pablo and Ben claim their reward.  Pablo stroked
Eddie's ass.  "See, Eddie – this is the prize we claim."  Eddie was
about to get double-teamed by the boss's son and brother and he said, "Oh
yes, sir.  I can do that."  Jamie commits a terrible act.  In a towering
rage Mark yells, "I'm finished with you, boy.  I never want to see your ass
again ... and I'll make sure no one else does either."

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

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH - Chapter 174

"Pablo & Ben Double-Team Eddie; Mark & Jamie Split"


Randy, Hassan and their boys had come up to the Guadalupe Dunes to relax
but suddenly the trip had turned into high drama.  Eddie, a weak swimmer,
had been swept out of his depth by the tide and had been trapped in a
strong rip current.  Pablo and Ben had risked their lives to save him,
which they did using close teamwork.

Now the drama was near an end as Hassan carried his boy into Randy's shack
and laid him gently on the bed.  As Hassan bent over him Eddie was slightly
delirious.  "They saved me, sir," he stammered.  "Pablo ... Ben ... they
saved me."  Hassan stroked his face, "Save your breath, kiddo, you're gonna
be just fine."  He couldn't tell if his cheeks were wet from sea water or
tears.  He would find out later that it was both.

Randy and his boys checked that everything was OK then made a discreet
exit, pausing just long enough to grab three beers.  Minutes later they
were sitting outside on the sand, propped against the wall of the shack,
recovering their strength as they sipped on the beer.  Billy, a hero whose
barking had sounded the alarm, was nestled happily against Pablo.  Pablo
and Ben gave Randy all the details ... how Eddie had been swept out by the
current and they had swum out to him in the rip tide.

"It was a risk we had to take, sir," Pablo said.  "Eddie was in real
trouble.  But I remembered what Mark had taught us boys – how to escape
from a rip-tide – so Ben and me we took it in turns to hold Eddie from
underneath.  When one of us got too tired the other took over.  It worked
pretty good."

"But it was all Pablo, sir" Ben interrupted.  "He took charge and told us
what to do."  Pablo protested, "But I couldn't have done it without you,
dude.  We made a great team out there."

"Of course Pablo took charge," Randy said, "that's what I've trained him to
do.  But he's right – he needed you, Ben, and you shared the burden and
the risk.  Like you said, kiddo, you two made a great team and saved
Eddie's life ... and I've never been prouder in my life.  Proud you worked
as a team and damn proud to have you as my boys."

There was a long silence as the boys basked in the glow of their master's
praise and Randy savored the knowledge that they had behaved exactly as he
would have wanted, had proved their strength and courage.

After a while Randy said, "Eddie will be fine ... he's a tough young kid
and he'll recover in no time – physically at least."  He grinned at them
both, "OK you two, you've proved how tough you are but a leader also has to
anticipate how things are gonna turn out so he can plan for the future.
For example, how do you think Eddie's gonna be feeling about all this?

They thought, and Pablo said, "Well, sir, my guess is he's gonna feel real
bad about it, ashamed of himself, even though it was an accident – out
of his control.  Coulda happened to anyone."

"Yeah," Ben said, "he's gonna be apologizing all over the place.  He'll
probably wanna make amends, give us some kind of reward."

"Good thought, Ben.  But Eddie's the junior boy.  What's he got to offer a
guy that's really special – something a guy would really want?  Come on
guys, you know the answer."

Pablo smiled his crooked smile, looked at Ben and they said in unison, "His
ass, sir?"

"Bingo!"  Now, Hassan said that boy's a real gusher – can shoot a fresh
load every ten minutes, so you're gonna have your work cut out.  You'll
have Hassan and me to help out, but you think you can handle an ass that
needs to get fucked as much as Eddie's does?

I think so, sir," Pablo grinned.  "What d'ya say, Ben ... think we can?"

Well sure," Ben smiled.  "Especially if we work as a team.  Seems we're
pretty good at that."

Randy laughed.  "Now this is something I gotta see."

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

As it turned out, the boys' guesses were right on the money.  Only half an
hour later Eddie walked unaided out of the shack with Hassan.  "Hey, dude,"
Pablo said, "shouldn't you be asleep by now?"

Eddie stood before them and took a deep breath.  "That's what Hassan said,
sir, but I needed to say something to you guys.  I want to thank you for
saving my life, sirs.  You risked your own lives and I feel stupid and
ashamed that I put you in danger.  You probably won't want to know a wimp
like me after all that but ..."

"Hey, hey..."  Pablo leapt to his feet.  "Go easy on yourself, dude, it was
an accident ... coulda happened to anyone.  I'm just glad Billy alerted us
and we were able to help.  Here, come and sit with us."  He pulled Eddie
down between him and Ben.  Hassan handed him a beer, then Randy and Hassan
went and sat together on the patio, within earshot of the boys'
conversation.

"Now listen, kiddo," Pablo said, putting his arm round his shoulder.
"You're not the first guy to get caught in the rip-tide.  Like I told you,
a long time ago it happened to me, Darius and Jamie.  We were fooling
around in the rowboat and lost the oars.  The boat was being carried away
in the current and Mark swam out and towed us to safety – just like we
did with you.  So don't beat yourself up about it, kid.  It was a freak
accident, right Ben?"

"Right, dude.  But I gotta say, what was dumb, Eddie, was calling yourself
a wimp and saying we wouldn't want to know you.  You did great out there,
it took real courage, and Pablo and me'll always be your buddies.  Hey,
we've gotta take care of Hassan's boy ... don't want that big Marine
getting mad at us."  On the patio Randy grinned and raised his bottle to
Hassan.

Eddie smiled for the first time and said, "Hassan would never be mad at you
guys after what you did for me.  He wants to give you some kind of reward –
and so do I, but I can't think of anything you'd want from me.  I mean, I'm
just the houseboy and you're the boss's son and his brother."

"There you go again, kid, putting yourself down like that," Pablo said.
"Yeah," Ben agreed, "It's what Doctor Steve calls `low self-esteem'.  He
has ways of dealing with that ..." he grinned "... and I speak from
experience."

Eddie actually laughed now.  "Yeah I heard all about that."

"Anyway, dude, we're way ahead of you on that reward thing.  There is
something you can give us that we'd really go for."  Eddie looked up in
surprise, "Really, sir?"

"Hey, guys," said Randy, thinking the boys were getting a little ahead of
themselves.  "How about we all walk up the beach to Hassan and Eddie's
shack?  We can all hang out there for the rest of the day and maybe you can
even explain that reward stuff to Eddie.  And after that we'll take you all
out for dinner in that little Mexican place in town."

"Sounds like a plan, sir," Pablo grinned.  "You be up for that Eddie
... feeling strong enough?"

"Sure, sir," Eddie smiled, feeling better about the whole incident now that
the boys had talked to him and knew of a reward he could give them.  His
batteries recharged, he was up for more than just walking.  Ben had
snatched up the football that Randy had dropped earlier and the three boys
spread out and tossed it to each other energetically as they moved up the
beach.

"Ah, the resilience of youth," said Hassan to Randy as they followed them.
"Man, those boys of yours are something else. They said just the right
things to Eddie. He was feeling real bad about himself and now look at him,
tossing the same ball we were throwing when they ..."  Hassan's voice
choked and tears came to his eyes.  "Shit, man, I almost lost my boy.  I
should have been looking out for him, protecting him, but instead I ..."

Randy put his arm over his shoulder.  "Hey, man, don't start blaming
yourself – going on a guilt trip.  Just like Ben said – `low self
esteem'.  Maybe you need a session with Doctor Steve."

Hassan smiled through his moist eyes.  "Now you're talking, buddy.  I like
the sound of that."

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

The sun felt good, the company even better as the two men and three boys
reached the shack, tossed the ball around some more, then went for a swim
to cool off.  Eddie was tentative about getting into the water but Randy
believed in the old concept that if you fell off a horse you should get
right back on again or you'd lose your nerve.  Hassan hovered protectively
over Eddie and continued the swimming lessons the boys had started.

Finally Randy said, "I could kill a cold one right now, guys.  Let's break
out the beer."'  They ran out of the water and flopped on the sand in front
of the shack while Ben went inside and brought out five beers.  They were
all pretty much talked out so they lazed in companionable silence.  Even
silent, though, they sensed an uneasiness in Eddie, who couldn't rid his
mind of the stark images of his rescue by the boys.  Randy glanced over at
Pablo with a slight smile and a nod.  Pablo took his cue.

He lay back on the sand, eyes closed against the sun and said casually,
"Hey, Ben, think it's about time for that reward thing?"  Ben grinned, "No
time like the present, dude.  What d'ya say, Eddie?"

"Yes, sir," Eddie said eagerly, happy to be jolted out of his morose
thoughts.  He jumped to his feet and stood almost at attention.  "I'm
ready, sir."

Pablo and Ben stirred themselves, stretched and stood up slowly.  "OK,
kid," said Pablo, "let's go inside."  Eddie bounded onto the porch and into
the shack, followed more slowly by the boys.  As they went Pablo grinned at
Randy and Hassan.  "Team Pablo & Ben in action, sirs."

Randy and Hassan moved off the beach and sat in the Adirondack chairs on
the porch.  Randy grinned.  "You know what's gonna happen in there, don't
you, buddy?  Sure you're OK with it?"

"Absolutely," said Hassan.  "Best thing for Eddie.  It'll purge that guilt
he's feeling."  He smiled.  "Plus he's gonna enjoy every minute of it."

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

When the three boys faced each other in the shack Eddie said, "Sirs, I've
looked around this place and still don't see what I can offer you that you
would want as a reward."

Pablo laughed, "You're wearing it, kiddo."

"You mean these old swim trunks, sir."

"Nah, those you're gonna lose."  Pablo quickly pulled them down and they
pooled round his feet.  He smiled at the confused boy.  "See, that's it
Eddie – you, naked – you're the reward – or more specifically your
ass is."  He stood close and ran his hand over the round cheeks. "This is
what we claim as our prize."

"Really?"  Eddie's eyes opened wide and he saw daylight.  "Yes... oh yes,
sir.  I can do that."

"That's what we figured," Ben laughed.  "OK, Eddie.  On the bed – hands
and knees – face the mirror."  Quickly Eddie obeyed.  "Oh yeah," Ben
said, "will you look at that ass, dude?  Now that is some reward!  I'll
toss you for first crack at it."

Eddie was trembling with eager anticipation.  On hands and knees he looked
up and into the mirror that Mark had long ago fixed to the wall at the head
of the bed to watch himself fuck Jamie.  As Pablo and Ben searched for a
coin to see who got to fuck the boy first, Eddie began to feel like a piece
of meat – a boy hired by these two young studs.  And he loved the
feeling.  Ben tossed and Pablo said, "Tails!"  Ben grinned, "Tails it is!
Tails for you and heads for me.  That hot piece of tail right there is
yours, dude, so I get the head.  You suck dick, Eddie?"

"Yes, sir ... it's my specialty.  I used to do it all the time when I
worked in the bar."

Pablo and Ben laughed as they dropped their swim trucks so now all three
boys were naked.  Pablo stood in front of the crouching Eddie, his cock
hanging inches from his face.  "OK, boy, get that thing hard.  And you're
gonna need it good and wet, too, for when it slides into your ass."
Eagerly Eddie went to work on the long cock and it was soon hard as a rock
and dripping wet.  Pablo sighed, "Damn, you were right, kid ... you are one
hot little cock-sucker.

Pablo went to the other end of the bed, knelt behind Eddie and pressed his
dick against his ass.  He reached forward, grabbed Eddie's hair and gently
pulled his head up so Eddie had a perfect view in the mirror of Pablo
behind him.  "You see that, Eddie?" Pablo said.  "That's one of the guys
who saved your ass.  And now he's gonna fuck your ass.  What do you say to
that, boy?"

"Yes please, sir," Eddie said with an impish look in his eye.  Ben stood in
front of him but was careful not to obscure Eddie's mirror view of Pablo.
Eddie knew very well came next.  He was about to get double fucked by the
boss's son and brother – and it excited the hell out of him.

"OK, Eddie," Pablo grinned.  "This is me taking my reward."  He eased his
hips forward and felt the head of his cock enter the soft, warm cavity of
Eddie's ass.  Eddie's gasp was stifled by the young gypsy boy's rod pushing
into his mouth.  For a moment he thought he would pass out as he was
overwhelmed by the sensation of two cocks plugging his ass and his mouth.
But then he went to work.

He had always looked up to these boys but now they were his heroes as they
had risked their lives to save him.  This was their reward they had asked
for and he intended to make it good.  Eddie was not only an expert
cock-sucker; he had learned from Hassan's regular fucks how to please a man
with his ass.  As Pablo's cock became more and more insistent, as the tempo
increased and the rod pistoned inside him, Eddie squeezed his ass muscles
round it every time it pulled back up his chute.  Pablo moaned in ecstasy
as he felt the ass loosen up to welcome his cock plunging in, then close
round it as he pulled back, as if Eddie were trying to squeeze the cum out
of it.

Ben was wallowing in the same erotic experience, only for him it was
Eddie's throat muscles that clamped round his cock.  "Jesus, Eddie," Ben
groaned, "you sure give spectacular head.  Man that feels incredible."  The
mouth and throat relaxed to take in Ben's cock, long and thick like his big
brother's, then tightened round it as it pulled back.

Eddie's hard work brought its reward – groans of ecstatic pleasure from
the Pablo and Ben as they drove their shafts inside him.  He felt both
boys' wet, wiry pubic hair, Ben's pounding his face and Pablo's slamming
against the cheeks of his ass.

Even with Ben's cock stuffed in his mouth Eddie was able to raise his eyes
up to see the intense dark gypsy face, black hair flopping over his
forehead, sweat starting to drip from him as he worked Eddie's mouth.  And
to his side, in the mirror, was the muscular young stud pounding his ass,
his head thrown back as he groaned in ecstasy.

The sight of the two boys, his heroes, sweat running down their perfect
bodies, and the feel of their rods working his ass and his face was more
than Eddie could endure.  His frantic moans were stifled by Ben's cock, his
body started to buck, and suddenly he thrust his ass back to take the full
length of Pablo's cock ... and he came.  His cock exploded and soaked the
sheets beneath him with pools of warm, white juice.

"Did you just bust a load, boy?" Pablo demanded.  Eddie managed to nod his
head slightly despite the cock filling his mouth.

"Did we tell you you could cum?"  Wide-eyed, Eddie shook his head slightly
from side to side."

"Well me and my buddy are real close ... what you gonna do about that?
They say you're a regular young gusher – that you can cum again and
again.  So you're gonna have to shoot another load for us, is that clear,
boy?"  Eddie's eyes sparkled as he nodded again.  Pablo grinned at Ben.
"OK, buddy, let's see if he lives up to his reputation.  Give it to him,
dude."

Suddenly both fucks became intense and again Eddie had the feeling he would
pass out.  But by instinct and habit he kept working his mouth and ass to
give his assailants maximum pleasure.  With one final effort he squeezed
his throat and ass muscles tight, trapping the cocks.  And that did it.
"Aaah," Ben gasped.  "I'm gonna cum.  You ready, dude?"

"Right there with you, Ben.  OK, let's fill him up ... "Aaaagh!"  The
screams rang round the room and reverberated to the patio outside as both
cocks pulsed, shuddered and poured streams of hot, bittier-sweet juice into
Eddie's mouth and ass.  As he gulped down the gypsy boy's cum and felt the
boss's boy erupt in his ass Eddie didn't even have to try to shoot another
load himself.  It simply poured out of him, adding to the pools of semen
already on the bed.

Outside Randy grinned at Hassan and they clinked beer bottles.  "Sounds
like your boy has worked his magic, buddy.  Damn, I could use some of that
myself."

But they waited to see what happened next, suspecting that Pablo and Ben
hadn't finished claiming their reward ... or milking young Eddie.  And they
were right.  Inside, the boys pulled Eddie up from his crouching position
onto his knees and he gazed at them with pride in his own performance and
adoration of the two beautiful boys who had just double fucked him.

"So how was the mouth, dude?" Pablo asked Ben.  "Incredible," Ben beamed.
"And the ass?"

"Spectacular," Pablo replied.  "One of the best.  I can see why he's
Hassan's boy.  You want a crack at it?"

"You bet.  But I think Eddie should clean the bed up first, don't you,
buddy?  How you doing, kid?  Think you can get some of that jism off the
sheets?"

"Absolutely, sir," said Eddie, his eyes shining.  He leaned forward, once
more on hands and knees, lowered his head and began slurping up his own cum
from his two orgasms.  While he did that Pablo went into the bathroom and
washed off his cock.  He called out over his shoulder, "Gotta have a nice
clean rod before I shove it down your throat, Eddie."

Soon Eddie was off the bed, standing in front of the boys, his dick already
hard again and cum dribbling from his mouth.  Pablo frowned.  "Yeah, you're
good and ready, boy, that's obvious.  But me and Ben we just shot our
loads.  Think you can get us hard again?"

Eddie grinned.  "Like I said, sir.  It's my specialty."

He dropped to his knees and gave perfect head to each boy in turn.  "Hey,
hey, kiddo, that's enough," Ben said.  "That mouth of yours is so fucking
hot you're gonna make me cum before I even put my dick in your ass.  OK,
boy, on the bed ... on your back this time."

Eddie obeyed, feeling his back slide on the still-cum-slicked sheets.  Ben
lost no time.  He knelt between Eddie's legs, pushed them up high and eased
his cock between the twin white globes, pushing it slowly into the inner
depths of his ass.  Eddie moaned with pure pleasure as he gazed up at the
perfectly sculpted young body and the dusky gypsy face streaked with sweat.

As he surrendered to the exquisite feeling of Ben's cock moving in his ass
and the sexual intensity in his dark eyes Eddie drifted into an erotic
trance where he knew only one response.  To his surprise he felt his cock
tremble ... and it shot a plume of cum that rose in the air and splashed
onto Ben's chest.

"Shit damn, boy, don't you ever quit?" Pablo laughed "You got any left for
me?"

"Definitely, sir," Eddie said in a daze.  Pablo climbed on the bed, knelt
astride Eddie's chest and pulled his head forward by the hair.  "OK, kiddo.
Now your mouth is gonna do for me what it did for my buddy here, while he
fucks your sweet ass.  And we'll see if you can bust another load."  Eddie
felt himself drifting into an erotic world where nothing existed except raw
sex.

It was just as before, except that this time he had Ben in his ass and
Pablo in his mouth.  And the result was the same.  He worked both cocks as
before until he heard the boys' breathing become ragged, and heard one of
them yell, "Here it comes..."  And once again howls bounced off the walls
and he felt cum streaming into his mouth and his ass.  And once again,
against all odds, his own cock erupted in a shower of juice that splashed
over Pablo's back.

Pablo pulled his dripping cock out of Eddie's mouth and grinned down at
him.  "Damn, you're good, Eddie.  I've never seen anyone shoot that much
that often."

"Me neither," said Ben, pulling out of his ass.  He and Pablo knelt on the
floor beside the bed and together kissed Eddie's face and mouth.  He was in
heaven as they pulled back and smiled down at him.  "Kiddo," Pablo said,
"that was one hell of a fucking reward."

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

Suddenly a deep voice from the doorway said, "What the hell's all the
yelling in here.  Hassan and me were trying to nap.  Jesus this place
stinks of cum ... you're all covered in it."

Pablo gave Randy his familiar crooked grin.  "Yes, sir ... well see, sir,
Ben and me were just getting our reward from Eddie.  I think Eddie got his
reward too – he came four times."  Hassan was hovering over his boy
making sure he was OK.  "I'm fine, sir," Eddie smiled.  "Really fine."
Hassan ruffled his hair.

Randy glanced at Hassan who grinned and nodded slightly.  Randy turned to
Eddie and said, "Yeah, well it seems you got good and fucked by the boss's
boy and the boss's brother, so how do you feel about getting it from the
boss himself?"  Still lying on the bed Eddie's eyes sparkled.  He looked
questioningly at Hassan who nodded his approval.

"Yes please, sir," Eddie said in wide-eyed anticipation.  Already naked
Randy stared down at the boy on the bed, smothered in cum.  Randy held his
semi-hard cock in his open hand, spat on it, and stroked it to a full
erection.  He dropped to his knees on the bed, pushed one of Eddie's legs
up and rested the ankle on his shoulder.  With his free hand he stroked
Eddie's cum-slick hole and pushed two fingers inside.

"Yeah, all juiced up, just as I like it.  Here it comes, kiddo."  Now that
he was committed to it Eddie felt a slight moment of panic.  He had always
been a bit afraid of Randy and especially of his huge, thick cock and his
legendary ferocious fucks.  But he saw Hassan standing close by and knew he
would intervene if things got too rough.

He needn't have worried.  Randy liked the boy a lot – his determination
and simple honesty – and he wanted to make him feel good after his
trauma in the waves.  So he eased his rod slowly into Eddie's cum-filled
ass, loving the feeling of the warm juices his boys had poured in there.
It was one of Randy's gentlest fucks and Eddie sighed as he felt his ass
plugged by the monster cock, felt it massaging his ass, slurping in the
pool of cum.  It went on and on, and at one point Randy threw both legs
over his shoulders, leaned forward and ran his hands over the boy's chest,
gently squeezing his nipples.

Gazing up at the electric blue eyes, the rugged features and stubbled chin
Eddie gasped as he felt the ecstatic pain in his nipples and his ass.
Pretty soon Randy felt the boy trembling and knew he couldn't last much
longer.  "So," Randy smiled at him.  "Four wasn't it?  You already shot
four loads of jizz for my boys.  Think you can go for number five?"

"Absolutely, sir," said Eddie in a trance.  Getting fucked by the big boss
was a special experience, different from any others.  He stared at the
dark, brawny muscle-god and was drawn into the erotic fantasy that he, the
junior boy in the tribe, was getting ploughed by the gypsy king.  It was
that thought, as much as the actual cock driving into his ass, that made
fire flare up from his balls and cock and spread though his whole body.
His breathing became ragged and he said, "Sir, I think I'm ... I don't
think I can hold it in, sir ..."

"OK, kiddo, you've deserved it.  Here's how the boss always makes a guy
blast his load.  Here it comes ..."  He pulled his cock right back so the
head was only just inside.  Then he paused, teasing the boy.  "You sure
you're ready, boy?"  Eddie moaned in the exquisite frustration of denied
release.  "Please, sir.  Do it, sir ... Please."

Randy smiled at him, waited a few more seconds, then suddenly plunged his
huge shaft down the chute of his ass, slammed it against the back of his
ass, and shot his load deep inside him.  Eddie's body bucked, his eyes
opened wide and he screamed.  A ribbon of cum spurted from his cock with
such force that it splashed against Randy's chest, his neck and even his
face.

"Holy shit," Randy gasped, "you're a fucking cum machine, kiddo.  You are
one hot damn fuck."  He grinned over at Hassan.  "You're a lucky guy,
buddy, having this young buck for your boy."

"I sure am," Hassan smiled at Eddie.  "Now it's my turn.  I'm gonna make
love to him and make him cum again and again."

"Guess that's our cue guys," Randy said to his boys.  "Come on, let's go
jump in the ocean and wash off all this jism."  They ran out of the shack
leaving Hassan and Eddie alone.  Hassan knelt beside the bed and Eddie
looked up at him nervously.  "Did I do OK, sir?"

"OK!?  You were spectacular, kid.  You gave the boys the best reward they
could have wished for.  I love you like crazy, Eddie.  You call Pablo and
Ben your heroes, but you know who my hero is?  You, kiddo."

Eddie's eyes glowed.  "Thank you, sir.  Are you gonna fuck me now, sir?"

"Dumb question, Eddie.  You know damn well I am."

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

And so they we're all set for a great weekend together, better than all the
others oddly enough, because of the dramatic way it had begun.  Later, as
they trooped over the dunes into the small town for dinner, they all felt
the glow of achievement.  Pablo and Ben, having fearlessly rescued Eddie,
had firmly established themselves as a real team, sharing the satisfaction
of having saved their young friend who now looked up to them as heroes.

Randy had the intense pride of knowing now that his son and his brother
were joined together in a bond of friendship and strength ... they had
taken determined steps on the road to manhood.  Eddie too had taken several
steps off the lowest rung of the ladder.  His feeling of shame had been
supplanted by the pride he felt in having risen to the challenge of giving
the boys, as Pablo had said, "one hell of a fucking reward."  And Hassan,
having experienced the anguish of almost losing his boy, found his love for
him stronger than ever ... not only his boy – his hero!"

Two days later Hassan's jeep followed Randy's truck home, five bronzed
bodies streaked with sand and dry semen, and five faces glowing with the
pleasure of male companionship.

But as they finally reached the house their happiness bubble was about to
burst.  They found the place in anxious confusion.  Jamie was missing.

Mark had just come home from work and, still in uniform, was pacing like a
restless animal.  Bob met the returning group and explained what was
happening.  Mark had let Jamie know that he would be a bit late home as he
was dropping by to visit with Jason.  But, as always, he expected Jamie to
be at home waiting for him when he came in.  He wasn't.  Nate said that
Jamie had left that morning to go surfing, as he always did on Sunday, but
there had been no word from him since, and now no sign of him.

Jamie was always home for Mark without fail, so obviously something was
wrong and Mark was summoning all his professional skill to remain calm and
resist panic.  He was questioning a nervous Nate.  "Usually, sir, I go
surfing with Jamie," Nate said, "but today I wanted to stay with Adam –
we're still getting the house straight, see."  Mark's professional eye
noticed him shift uncomfortably.

"That's not all, Nate, is it?  Tell me, boy"

"Well sir it's nothing really, but Jamie wanted to go to a beach we don't
usually go to as I don't like the surfing crowd there.  A lot of them are
stoners, sir, real full of themselves and ... well, I just don't like their
company.  Jamie goes there `cause the surf is great – but I give it a
miss."

Mark felt his hackles rise and he turned to Adam.  "Hey, buddy, is it OK
with you if Nate shows me where this beach is in case anything's happened
to Jamie there?"

"Sure, man, if you think it'll help.  I know you'll take good care of him
for me."

So it was settled.  Mark and Nate jumped into his truck and they set off,
with Bob's reassurance that he would call Mark if they got any word, or if
Jamie showed up.  Mark drove fast but expertly, knowing that driving in a
panic could be deadly.  Anyway, his police uniform was insurance against
getting stopped for speeding.  It was half an hour before they reached the
remote beach and bumped over the grass to where the surfers parked their
cars.

Nate grabbed Mark's arm.  "It's there, sir ... look ... Jamie's truck, but
no surfboard.  He must be still out there.  What the fuck's he doing?"
Mark was already out of the truck and striding over the sand and scrub
toward the beach.  Nate ran after him and before they got to the group of
surfers he grabbed Mark's arm.  "Sir, I think it would be better if I met
them alone.  Seeing a uniformed cop would make them clam up.  They know me.
I can get the truth out of them."

Mark saw the sense in this and hung back, just out of sight but within
earshot.  He was also within range of the heavy smell of grass wafting
thought the air.  Nate sauntered casually up to the group and one of the
guys shouted, "Hey, the Aussie.  Long time no see, dude.  You don't come
with Jamie anymore.  Come and join us, dude.  We got some killer weed."

"Nah," Nate grinned casually.  "I gotta get back.  Actually I only came to
see Jamie.  You guys know where he is?"  There was a lot of coarse
laughter, like it was some crude in-joke.  One of them sucked on a joint,
held his breath and, as he exhaled said, "Round behind them rocks, dude.
He's with Troy so I wouldn't disturb them if I was you."  More guttural
laughter.

"OK, thanks a lot, dude.  I'll come and join you another time.  Take it
easy, guys."

He walked away as nonchalantly as possible and rejoined Mark who was
already headed for the rocks the guy had indicated, out of sight of the
main group.  Actually they hardly needed directions.  The smell of grass
led them there like a beacon.  They came between two of the rocks and,
looked down on a secluded clearing of sand ... and they froze.

Jamie was there asleep on his side.  Nestled behind him was the guy they
called Troy, a tall, skanky-looking dirty blond, with a swimmer's body,
older than the other guys.  They were both naked, both asleep, but what
rooted Mark and Nate to the spot was that Troy's dick was buried in Jamie's
ass.

Mark took a deep breath to steady himself and keep control.  He looked down
at one of the surfboards, its surface spread with drug paraphernalia, razor
blades, rolled-up dollar bills, a bong, a baggie full of grass, and lines
of white powder lined up on the board.  Silently Mark bent down, pressed
his finger into the powder and rubbed it on the tip of his tongue.

He looked at Nate and said softly, "Meth ... crystal meth."

It took a moment for Nate to take this in.  He stared at Mark in disbelief,
then down at his best friend, passed out naked on the sand with this
drugger's cock in his ass.  Nate had tears in his eyes as he looked back at
Mark and said, "Please, sir ..."  He was scared what Mark would do, and his
tearful face and pleading voice did have a restraining effect on him.  Mark
breathed deeply and went automatically into police officer mode.

"Get up!" he shouted and the two men slowly regained consciousness.  Jamie
opened his eyes and gazed blearily at Mark, but he was totally wasted,
tweaking on meth and didn't really understand what was happening.  All he
saw was the cop towering over him and he grinned.  "Oh hi, sir.  Come and
join us.  Troy's got some great stuff.  You wanna hit?"  Feeling sick to
his stomach Mark reached down, grabbed Jamie's wrist and pulled him roughly
to his feet.  Nate stepped in to support his friend who swayed against him.

Troy was pissed and said, "Who the fuck are you, man?  Is this a raid?"
Mark's only thought was for Jamie, and though he could have thrown the book
at this skanky pothead all he wanted was him out of his sight.  He yanked
him to his feet, put his hand round his throat and his voice was ice-cold.

"Now listen up, asshole.  You're lucky I'm not one of those cops who beats
the shit out of pricks like you, `cause I'm this close to doing just that
right now.  You're a fucking shithead loser, but I'm not gonna waste my
time on a piece of crap like you.  But here's what you're gonna do.  You're
gonna get the hell out of here right now and you never come back.  You're
finished with this group.

He pulled out his phone and took a picture of Troy.  "I'll show this
mug-shot to the local cops and tell them to keep an eye on this beach.  And
if I hear that you've so much as shown your pathetic face here just once
I'll see to it that your ass is thrown in jail for a long, long time.  It
would be a pleasure to think what the guys inside would do to that sorry
ass of yours ... every day and every night.  You get it asshole?"

When Mark was in this mood he could be truly terrifying.  He scooped up the
drug paraphernalia and put it in an evidence bag he always carried.  Scared
witless, Troy picked up his surfboard and stumbled to his car.  Mark strode
round to the startled group.  "One of you guys, go drive your buddy away
from here.  He has no business behind the wheel of a car, though personally
I don't give a shit if he kills himself."

Startled by the sight of a uniformed cop the group instantly scattered,
picking up their boards and scampering like scared rabbits to their cars.
In seconds the place was deserted except for the cop and the two boys
standing bereft in the evening breeze.  Mark's mind was reeling but he kept
his professional poise and forced himself to think clearly.  He reached
into the pocket of Jamie's shorts, pulled out his keys and held them out to
Nate.  "Nate, can you take Jamie's surfboard to his truck and drive the
truck home?"

"Sure, sir.  Will you ... I mean ... be OK with Jamie.  I mean you won't...

"Don't worry, Nate.  I won't hurt him, if that's what you mean.  Not yet,
anyway.  You're a good kid, Nate.  You did great.  Thanks for your help
today."

Nate hauled the surfboard to Jamie's truck and took off.  Mark wrapped
Jamie's arm round his shoulder and half dragged him to his truck.  He threw
him into the passenger seat and slammed the door.

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

In the truck the full horror of the situation crashed in on Mark.  As a cop
he had seen what meth could do to a guy – ruin his life – and he had
come to hate the drug, which was endemic in some communities.  And to see
his own boy, the boy he loved and trusted, tweaking on meth disgusted him.
What made it worse was that Jamie, feeling the full sexual impact of the
drug, was rambling ... "you wanna suck, my dick, sir? ... I feel so horny
... you wanna fuck my ass?"

"Shut the fuck up!" Mark screamed at him.  That shocked Jamie into silence
and soon he dozed off into a fitful sleep.  They drove the rest of the way
in silence and when they drew up at the house Mark yanked open the
passenger door, pulled Jamie out and half carried him through the gate,
through the basement door and down the stairs.  Jamie collapsed on the bed,
staring up blankly at the cop.

And it was then that Mark finally lost it.  The sight of his scruffy,
bedraggled boy, matted blond hair caked with sand, his dilated eyes staring
wildly, revolted him.  "You mother-fucker," Mark screamed.  He grabbed
Jamie's shorts and ripped them clean off, leaving Jamie wearing nothing but
sneakers and a loose, dirty tank top.  Mark sat on the bed and heaved Jamie
across his lap, head and feet near the floor, his bare ass pointing
straight up – the ass that used to be Mark's but had just been fucked by
a scruffy deadbeat wasted on crystal meth.

It was all so sordid it threw Mark into a towering rage.  "I've finished
with that ass, boy ... never want to see it again ... and I'll make sure no
one else does either."  He raised his arm and slapped his palm hard across
one of the white cheeks, then slammed the back of his hand across the other
cheek.  Ignoring Jamie's screams Mark put all his strength into the
beating, first his palm then the back of his hand, again and again.  He
would have caused real damage but suddenly a hand caught his wrist and held
it tight.

Mark looked up angrily ... into the eyes of Bob.  Frantically he shouted,
"He deserves it, man.  He's high on meth ... let himself get fucked by some
raunchy guy.  He's not my boy any more ... I can't, Bob, I can't ..."  He
pushed Jamie off his lap, stood up and looked down at his pants
... smothered in cum.  Jamie had shot a load while Mark was slapping his
ass.  "That's fucking disgusting, boy, he yelled.  You're disgusting.  Stay
out of my sight."  He stumbled up the stairs with Bob following him,
leaving Jamie in a crumpled, sobbing heap on the floor.

As they emerged from the house the twins were waiting for them.  "Thank god
you're here guys," Bob said.  "Look, I want you to go down and take care of
Jamie.  Clean him up as best you can, make him drink plenty of water, and
keep him warm, under lots of covers.  When the pain wears off he'll
probably crash from the effects of the meth – fall into a deep sleep.
But keep an eye on him, and if there's any problem call me right away.  I
know I can trust you guys."

Right, sir," Kyle said.  "Don't worry," Kevin added.  "We'll stay with him.
He's our friend."

Nate was hovering nearby looking close to tears.  He had called Bob on the
way back and explained everything.  Now Bob turned to him.  "Nate, thanks
for everything, you've done.  But go back to Adam now.  He'll be worried
about you.  Tell him what's happened."

Bob turned his attention to Mark who was standing in a daze rubbing his
sore hands together.  Bob put a hand under his elbow and said gently, "Hey,
buddy ... come with me."  He led him upstairs to his and Randy's bedroom
suite, where he knew they would have privacy as Randy was across the street
having a drink with Zack.  Those two knew only that Jamie had been found
but nothing else.  Better for Randy not to get wind of this right now, Bob
thought, knowing his fierce zero tolerance for drugs.

Mark sat on the bed, his eyes staring blankly ahead, wet with tears.  He
sounded delirious as he moaned, "He was my boy... my beautiful boy ... my
Jamie.  I loved him, man ... but I can't any more.  I can't look at him..."
he stared down at his stinging hands which reminded him of what he had done
and looked up in a panic.  "I hurt him, man ... do you think I hurt him
...?"

"Nah, he'll get over that in no time.  Right now I bet he's fast asleep,
and the twins are keeping watch over him.  Jamie's gonna be fine, which is
more than I can say for you.  Here, get that damned uniform off."  Bob
unbuttoned Mark's shirt, pulled it off, then the T-shirt.  He pushed him
onto his back on the bed, pulled off his boots, then the uniform pants and
shorts.

Naked, Mark looked up at Bob and moaned pitifully, "He used to do that when
I came home.  I remember his ass as he turned round and pulled off my boots
... that gorgeous ass ... and then I fucked it.  Always – as soon as I
came in."  Tears started to flow as he gazed at Bob.  "Now I don't have him
... I'll miss making love to him.  I'll miss him, Bob."

Suddenly the look of panic returned.  "You gotta help me, Bob.  You're the
only other man I really love ... and now he's gone you're all I've got,
man.  Help me, buddy ... please..."

Bob smiled.  "You know, Mark, that I'll do whatever you want.  I hate to
see you hurt.  So what can I do for you?"

"Make love to me, Bob.  Please, let me fuck you like I used to fuck him.
Take his place, buddy."

"No, Mark – I can never, ever take Jamie's place.  But I will make love
to you.  I could never refuse you that."  Bob understood that Mark needed
the feel of human flesh – untainted flesh.  He pulled off his T-shirt,
kicked off his loafers and dropped his jeans.  Naked, he lowered himself
onto the bed beside Mark, who pulled him into his arms in an embrace
fraught with pain and desperation.  He kissed Bob's face, licked it, then
ran his tongue down his neck over his chest, the ridges of his abs and
buried his face in his pubic hair.  He was trying to drown his sorrow in an
even stronger emotion ... his love and lust for Bob.

"I love you, man," he moaned.  "This is how I used to make love to Jamie."
He rose onto his knees and flipped Bob onto his back.  He pulled Bob's legs
over his shoulders, licked his own palm and stroked his cock.  "This is how
I fucked him ..."  He drove his cock into Bob's ass and heard him gasp.
"That's it, man, that's just what he always did – that gasp of pleasure.
Then I fucked him like this."  He pulled his cock back and, gently at
first, began to massage the warm membrane of Bob's ass.

"Yeah, boy," Mark said as if in a trance, "that feels great.  You have the
sweetest ass in the world – and it's mine."  He blinked in confusion.
"See, man, that's what I'd say to him, and I'd fuck him faster and faster
like this.  Then I'd fall onto his wrists and pin them to the bed while he
gazed up at me and he'd tell me over and over how much he loved me."  Bob
knew that Mark was in a place of deep hurt, delusional.  And suddenly Mark
was looking down at Jamie.  "But you didn't love me at all, did you, you
little fucker?  You gave your ass to another guy.  So this is the last time
I'm ever gonna fuck you, boy, and I'm gonna make it hurt, like you hurt
me."

Mark's eyes were blazing now as the gentle fuck accelerated into a
hard-driving piston, ramming into the back of Bob's ass, pulling out then
driving in deep again.  "You feel that, punk?  You feel your master's rod
pounding your ass?  Make the most of it, asshole!"  Mark totally lost
control and his cock became a jackhammer, driving savagely into Bob's ass.
It was a brutal revenge fuck and all Mark saw beneath him was Jamie's
treacherous face.

Bob understood all this – that he was taking the hammering that Mark
intended for Jamie.  His face tossed on the bed in pain as the cop's huge
shaft ripped into his ass.  Mark's ferocious strength was pinning him down,
and Bob's writhing body could not escape.  But the pain was becoming too
much and he knew he had to pull Mark out of his trance.  So he pleaded
loudly, "Mark, Mark ... it's me – Bob.  Please stop hurting me
... please, Mark ... I love you, man."

It worked.  Suddenly Mark stopped, blinked hard, frowned ... and he saw
Bob's face, the beautiful face of the man he loved.  He saw the magnificent
body, flexing hard and streaming with sweat, felt the heat of Bob's ass
round his cock.  The truth crashed in on him and he howled, "NO!"  His body
convulsed, his cock exploded in Bob's ass, and he felt the splash of warm
juice on his chest and face as Bob blasted a long ribbon of cum onto him.

There was a heavy silence as their breaths heaved, their hearts pounded and
cum and sweat dripped off Mark down onto Bob.  As Mark's body recovered, so
did his mind, and the impact of what he had just done hit him.  With
another howl he fell on Bob, held him, kissed him, in a frenzied confusion
of passion for Bob, shattered love for Jamie, and morbid pity for himself.
"No, man, no," he moaned.  "I didn't mean ... I'm sorry, man, I ...it's
just that everything's so ... so bad."

He collapsed in Bob's arms, his body heaving with wracking sobs

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

It took a long while for Mark's sobbing to subside.  Bob realized that this
had been a catharsis for Mark.  It was what he had needed to purge him of
his shock, pain and desperation.  Despite the pain, Bob was grateful to
have been the means of that cleansing, and now his mind turned to more
rational thoughts of how to handle the situation.  "First," he said out
loud, "brandy!"

He extricated himself from Mark's arms and got from the cabinet two large
snifters of cognac.  They pulled themselves up and sat shoulder to shoulder
on the bed against the headboard.  "Bob," Mark said, his habitual calm
restored to his voice, "I can never apologize enough for..."

"Then don't try," Bob smiled.  "You were in real pain and I was able to
absorb some of that from you.  What are friends for, after all?  Besides, a
fuck from you, no matter how rough, is always a thrill."

"Buddy, I've never loved you more than I do now, now that I'm thinking
straight again."  A long pause as he took a hit of brandy.  "Hell, I may be
thinking straight but I still keep flashing on the sight of Jamie, stoned
out of his mind with that moron's dick up his ass.  I'll never get over
that, man ... I'll never be able to forgive him ... never again think of
him as my boy.  Him and me ... we're done for."

Bob sighed.  "Pretty bleak picture, eh, buddy?"  Then he smiled as he
sipped his brandy.  "But here's a couple of platitudes for you ... `never
say never'... and `love conquers all'.  Trite, I know, but bear with me.

"Now I'm not sure what all happened in this room, but one thing I am sure
of.  When you said about Jamie, `I loved him ... but I can't anymore'.
Well that was bullshit, buddy.  Deep down you still love the hell out of
him.  I realized that when you were pounding my ass and talking as if I
were Jamie.  Oh sure, you're mad as hell and you need to punish him.  But
you love him, Mark.  Love like yours doesn't just go up in a puff of
smoke."  He grinned.  "Even if that smoke is from grass."

Mark looked up sharply and said, "Man, you're something else."  Then he
relaxed again.  "I hear what you're saying, buddy, but after what Jamie's
done ... I dunno, man.  He's just not my boy anymore."

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

TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength" – Chapter 175


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