Date: Mon, 11 Apr 2011 15:35:38 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 18  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH ... Part 18
By Rob Williams

Here's the latest chapter of our story, guys.  This part finally introduces
a fourth character, Mark ... "The most beautiful cop ever to straddle a
Harley."  With the looks of a Greek God, Mark will play a major role in
upcoming episodes ... and present a formidable challenge to Randy.

As I always say, let me know what you think, and any suggestions you have
for the future.  E-mail me at rw6789@aol.com.  Enjoy ...

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

CHAPTER 18

"Go down to the basement room ... and strip naked," Bob ordered the
beautiful young black man.

"Yes, sir!"  Darius jumped up and ran downstairs.

It was time for the three men to define their complex relationship, to
smooth the troubled waters they had just been through.  Randy, the
striking, dominant construction worker and Bob, the handsome business
executive, had reaffirmed their intense love for each other in an
extraordinary way when Randy had demanded that he be punished him for his
betrayal of Bob.  But Darius had blamed himself for coming between them and
thought he should leave.

They were all sitting together, now, and Bob was trying to set his mind at
rest.

"Darius, we both love you.  You are part of this house.  After all you've
been though in your life you can finally stop being afraid.  You're safe.
You're with us now.  And nothing's gonna change that."

Randy threw his arm around the young man's shoulder and grinned, "As long
as you make that perfect ass available whenever we want it."

For the first time Darius smiled.  "No problem there, boss."

As Darius disappeared downstairs Bob said to Randy, "He has to feel he
belongs to both of us."

Randy grinned.  "And you're sure you have a plan to do that?'

"Sure, I'm sure."

"Am I gonna I like it?"

"Oh, yeah!  Guaranteed!"

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

The basement room had once been a gym and had floor-to-ceiling mirrors
lining all the walls.  Reflected in them Darius was standing naked,
waiting.  As always, the two men were in awe at his perfectly sculpted
coffee-colored body.  As they came in he watched them expectantly, nervous,
but tingling with anticipation.

He opened his eyes wide as they stood on front of him and both began to
strip.  The T-shirts came off first, revealing chiseled, muscular torsos.
Then they kicked off their boots, dropped their pants and shorts.  All
three gorgeous men now stood naked, and as they looked at each other their
cocks began to get stiff.

Bob walked to the bed and lay down on his back.

"Come here, Darius," he said.  "Kneel over me."

Darius got to his knees on the bed, straddling the powerfully built body
and looking down at the face smiling up at him.  The sight of the young
stud made Bob's cock rock hard.  Reaching forward he gripped Darius by the
hips and lowered him slowly.  Darius gasped as his ass felt the tip of
Bob's shaft touch his hole.  Bob didn't stop.  He pulled the round globes
of the ass lower until his cock slid gently into the warmth of the sweet,
moist hole.

As the tip of Bob's dick touched the back of the young man's gut they both
closed their eyes and threw their heads back in the first flush of ecstasy.
Bob pushed the hips up, then lowered them again, easing into a pumping
rhythm as Darius rose and fell, penetrated by the huge dick of the man he
worshipped.

Bob smiled up at him, feeling the young man's body shudder with excitement.
He watched as the black muscles tensed and flexed as the shaft penetrated
his ass.  Simultaneously both men reached for the other's nipples and began
to stroke them, sending jolts of pleasure through the heaving bodies.

The action continued for a while and then, even before he opened his eyes,
Darius became aware of another presence.  Close in front of him he saw the
muscled thighs of the construction worker who was standing astride Bob, his
crotch up close to Darius's face.  With a sharp, excited intake of breath,
Darius looked at the huge, thick, rigid cock inches from his face.

"Oh, God," he gasped and opened his mouth wide.  The big dick slid easily
into his mouth, not stopping until the monstrous head rested against the
back of his throat.  Darius was entering a whole new world of wonder as the
two dicks pumped him, the one in his ass, the other deep in his throat.
The two muscle gods that he worshipped were both fucking him.  He ceased to
wonder or even think; he simply luxuriated in the exquisite rush of
sensations he was feeling.

All three men were groaning with pleasure as they felt the intimate joy of
flesh on flesh.  Bob and Randy were now moving in unison and Randy
whispered to his buddy,

"So this is what you had planned."

"This isn't the half of it," Bob said.  "On your knees."

Randy pulled his stiff dick out of the hungry mouth and fell to his knees,
face-to-face with Darius.  He brought his mouth forward and began roughly
kissing the greedy face.  They ground their lips together while Darius
still pumped his ass on Bob's shaft beneath him.  Darius lost all sense of
where he was, reveling in the exhilaration of having the two magnificent
studs work him over ferociously.

Finally Randy pulled back and smiled at the dazed black man.  Bending lower
he took the huge black cock deep into his mouth.  The young man threw his
head back and moaned with pleasure.

As Randy bent forward his ass was close to Bob's face and Bob could not
resist burying his face in his buddy's hot, moist hole and probing it with
his tongue.  He sucked hard on Darius's huge dick, feeling the intense
sensation of having his ass eaten by the man he loved.

And so the double teaming of Darius proceeded, the three men luxuriating in
the feel and taste of each other's muscular, sweating body.  The many
mirrors reflected multiple incredible images of three stunning bodies
rising and falling in blissful harmony.  Finally Bob whispered to Randy.
"Time for my plan.  Get behind him."

Randy walked around and knelt behind Darius, watching as his ass continued
to rise and fall on Bob's cock.  Suddenly he knew what Bob had meant all
along.  He looked over Darius's shoulder at Bob, who read his thoughts and
smiled up at him.  "You got it, buddy.  Go for it."

Slowly Randy brought his cock up behind Darius's ass as he watched Bob's
cock thrusting in and out.  He slid the head of his stiff rod up against
the hole where Bob was penetrating it and rubbed it against his buddy's
cock.  Darius felt what was happening behind him and his eyes opened wide.
He looked down at Bob.

"No, I can't ... I can't take both.  Please ..."

Bob smiled up at him.  "Relax.  We both want you.  And you want us, don't
you?"  And at that moment Randy's dick entered Darius's ass, rubbing tight
against his lover's moist cock.  The two big dicks began moving in unison,
in and out of the ass that was now stretched to its limit.

Darius screamed at the initial painful thrust but, as the realization that
both these glorious men were inside his ass, total euphoria took over and
his screams became moans of exquisite joy.  He looked down at Bob's face as
the big man groaned, feeling his lover's cock pulsing against his inside
the hot, moist ass.  As the two big shafts rubbed together it felt to both
men as if they were fucking each other.  Randy too looked down at Bob and
smiled.  "You son-of-a-bitch," he said softly.

"Man, that's incredible," Bob breathed.  "Are you OK, Darius?"

In reply Darius leaned forward and brought his mouth hard against Bob's,
kissing him ravenously as the two big dicks pounded his ass.  Randy watched
his two buddies making love to each other while he felt the intense
sensation of his dick sliding against his lover's.  Randy knew it was
nearly time.

"OK, guys," he said.  "Get ready."

Darius pulled back so he was kneeling straight up and Bob took hold of the
black man's huge dick with both hands.  He began pumping, and that put
Darius over the edge.

"No...!" he screamed as he felt the juice pulsing up through his cock.
Here it comes...!"  And he let loose a huge stream of white hot cum that
splashed heavily over Bob's face, shoulders and chest.  As Bob felt it
Randy watched it simultaneously and they both tensed as their own dicks
began shooting inside the burning asshole.  Darius felt the rush of hot
liquid filling his hole.  The glorious men that he worshipped, adored, were
both streaming cum into his ass.  He was in paradise.

As their heaving bodies grew still and their gasping breaths returned to
normal, the two big men slowly pulled their dicks out of Darius's
cum-filled hole.  Darius and Randy fell forward onto the bed on top of the
exhausted Bob.  As they lay together the two muscular lovers leaned forward
and kissed Darius together, licking his lips, his cheeks and his eyes.
Then they pulled back and smiled at him.

"Welcome home," Darius, Bob said.

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

"I gotta hand it to you."  Randy smiled at Bob.  "That was one hell of a
plan."

"You think it worked?" Bob asked.

"What do you think?  Look."

They both looked over to the bed where Darius was curled up on his side in
a deep sleep, with a big satisfied smile on his face.  He began making
small grunts and moans ... He was dreaming.

"What d'you think he's dreaming about?" Randy asked.

"Well ... just possibly ...  it could be about two dicks up his ass."

"Asshole," Randy grinned.  "Anyway, we can't wake him and shouldn't leave
him here alone.  What do you say we sleep here with him?"

"You read my mind."  And Bob lay on the bed up against Darius.  Randy lay
on the other side and both reached over and linked their arms across the
sleeping body.  Soon all three men were entwined in the deep sleep of
exhaustion.  And they stayed that way all night long.

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

Early next morning Randy was standing by the bed looking down at a sleepy
Darius.  "Time for work.  Get up," he said, then grinned.  "That is, if you
think you can stand."

Darius leapt to his feet.  "No problem, boss.  Feels great ... just great,"
and he rubbed his ass with a wide grin on his face.

"What about you, buddy?" Randy asked Bob.  "You going to work today or you
just gonna lie here and dream about double teaming our friend here?"

"Nah, I gotta go too.  Got a big lunch today.  Prospective new clients
... trying to land their account."

Randy grinned.  "No problem there, big guy.  Just impress them with what
you did last night.  They'll be eating out of your hand."

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

Well, Bob did not take Randy's advice, but he did land the account, though
it took at least three martinis and several bottles of wine to do it.
After the handshakes he left the restaurant and decided to go home and work
from there.  He was too drunk to go back to the office.  He was also too
drunk to drive, but he thought he would just take a quiet route, through
the back roads of Griffith Park.

Griffith Park is a very extensive, hilly, semi-wilderness area at the tail
end of the Santa Monica Mountains.  Bob could cut through there as a quiet,
untraveled route to his house.  Despite the martinis he negotiated the
narrow roads well until he realized he had taken a wrong turn.  He made a
quick U-turn and was driving back downhill when he heard the siren and saw
red lights flashing in his rear-view mirror.

"Shit!" he said to himself.  "Oh shit.  This I don't need."  He pulled over
and the motor cycle cop pulled behind him.  Bob realized he was still drunk
and knew he was in real danger of getting a DUI ticket.  He knew what that
would mean ... possible loss of his driver's license for a few months and
sanctions at work.  He had to get out of this somehow."

"You performed an illegal U-turn back there, sir. Could I see your license
and registration, please?"  Bob looked up through the open window and found
himself looking into one of the most beautiful faces he had ever seen.
Chiseled, Nordic features, high cheek bones, square jaw, grey eyes and a
shock of blond hair falling over the wide brow.  The cop was stunning
... straight out of Central Casting.

"I, er ... what ... ?"

"Driver's license, please sir.  And step out of the vehicle."

Bob knew he was fucked.  He'd never pass the sobriety test.  He stumbled
out of the car.  The cop looked at him and narrowed his eyes.  He took in
the sight of the gorgeous business executive, his eyes lingering longer
than was usual or even necessary.

"Turn around, sir.  Hands on the car, legs spread."

Bob obeyed.  He knew better than to mouth off to a cop, especially in his
condition.  The cop came up behind him and began to frisk him.  Leaning
against him he reached round and ran his hands over the muscular chest,
down the lats and narrow waist and finally stroked the thighs.  Bob had
been frisked once before and it had never taken this long.

"You can turn around now.  Wait here please, sir."  He went back to his
motor cycle, got on the radio and called the license in to the office.
After a pause he came back and appraised the big man again.

"Your license is clean, sir.  But I have reason to believe you are driving
under the influence of alcohol.  I'm going to have to administer ... "

"Look officer," Bob cut in.  He looked at the cop's name tag
... 'M. Matsen'.  "Look, Officer Matsen, is there some way we can make this
go away?"  He began to pull his wallet out of his breast pocket.

"Bribery of a police officer is a felony, sir.  You know that."

"Jesus, you are by the book," Bob said.  "Are you sure there's no way
around this?" and he gave the cop his most dazzling smile.

The cop seemed taken aback.  He looked Bob up and down, and their eyes met
for several long seconds.  Bob had to admit that Officer Matsen was quite a
sight.  In his black uniform, tapering to high black leather riding boots
he looked like something out of a fantasy.  A flash of white T-shirt at the
open neck of his shirt set off the stunning face perfectly.

The cop's professional cool seemed to falter.  He looked around.  It was a
quiet road, no traffic, and right by the car there was a narrow trail
leading into the woods.  He cleared his throat, nervously Bob thought, and
spoke.

"Well, there may be a way.  But I want no false moves.  Try anything and
I'll cuff you for resisting arrest, is that clear?"

"Yes, officer."  Bob had no idea what was coming but he knew he could take
care of himself if there were any rough stuff.  Officer Matsen told him to
walk along the dirt trail.  He walked slowly along it for several minutes,
the cop following him.  Finally they came to a small clearing.

"This will do.  Turn around."  Still dressed in his business clothes, Bob
turned to face the cop who stood about ten feet away.  There was a long
pause before Officer Matsen spoke.  His voice was softer now, less
authoritarian.

"Please remove your jacket, sir.  Slowly"

Apprehensively Bob unbuttoned his jacket, took it off slowly and let it
fall to the ground.  Underneath he was wearing a crisp white shirt and a
red tie, and underneath that a tight white tank undershirt.  He thought he
caught a slight gasp from the cop, who stood motionless staring at him.

"Loosen the tie and take it off ... very slowly."

Bob did as he was told.  He pulled the tie down, undid it slowly, letting
it hang loose round his neck, and he undid the top button of his shirt.

"Undo two more buttons."  The cop's voice was becoming slightly hoarse.

As Bob unbuttoned more of his shirt the tank became visible underneath,
stretching across his muscular pecs.  The cop's mouth was dry and he licked
his lips.

"Unbutton it to the waist."

He did so and pulled one side slightly out of the waistband of his pants.

Officer Matsen began to breathe more deeply as he gazed at the body builder
with his shirt wide open.

"Now slowly, very slowly, remove the shirt."

Bob pulled off the tie and let it drop.  He pulled the tail of his shirt
from his waistband and let the shirt hang open.  Then very slowly he began
to pull it off, first uncovering one broad shoulder, then the other, until
finally the shirt dropped to the ground.  He stood there in his dress
pants, his beautiful, muscular torso covered by the white tank.  Now he was
sure that he heard a gasp from the cop who stood transfixed in front of
him.

"That's good ... very good."  And office Matsen brought his hand down to
cover his own crotch.

"Now I want you to take off the tank ...  again, very, very slowly."

Bob reached up and took hold of the back of the tank behind his neck.
Slowly he pulled it up and it began to rise up over his torso.  As it rose
it uncovered his rock hard six-pack abs and he paused.

The effect on the cop was unmistakable as he gasped and began to rub his
crotch very slightly.  Bob pulled again until the tank uncovered his
heavily muscled chest.  Finally it came free and he let it drop.  He now
stood stripped to the waist, facing the cop, and he put his hands behind
his waist.  The cop gasped.

"Incredible," he said.  "You're a very beautiful man."  He rubbed his
crotch harder as he took in the sight of the magnificent man before him.

"Now I want you to undo your belt and unzip your fly.  When you have done
that, drop the pants."

Bob began to do this, but realized that he had a problem.  As he watched
this stunningly handsome cop get off on him he felt his dick getting rock
hard.  There was no way he could disguise it.  The silence in the woods,
the heavy breathing of both men, their obvious mutual admiration ..... Bob
found all this strangely exciting.  What the hell, he thought, and he let
his pants drop round his ankles.

He was wearing white boxers underneath and his big, stiff dick pushed again
them.  His hard-on was on full display.

Officer Matsen gasped again.  "You're so fucking gorgeous, man.  Open the
fly."

Bob stretched the opening in his shorts and his huge cock sprang out at
full attention.

"Oh, man," the cop gasped and rubbed the front of his pants hard.  Without
being asked, Bob let the shorts drop; he now stood naked in front of the
drooling cop.

The officer cleared his throat.  "Now, you want me to forget about the
citation, right?"

"Yes, sir," Bob said, responding not to the authority figure but to the
incredible beauty and lust of the man facing him.

The cop walked forward until he was only four feet in front of the naked
man, and said.  "OK, here's what you do.  Stroke that huge piece of meat
slowly until you have an orgasm.  I want to see you shoot your load."

Bob had a moment of hesitation, making the cop speak again.

"Please, sir."

Bob began stroking his cock, not so much because he was ordered to but
because he wanted to.  He found himself wanting to please the beautiful
blond man who looked so incredible in his black uniform.  They eyes of the
two men locked and something passed between them that had nothing to do
with cop and captive.  They admired each other, respected each other, and
found themselves lusting for each other.

As he gazed at Officer Matsen Bob could not hold back for long.  He stroked
harder and harder and finally said.

"Here it comes, officer."

His cock shuddered and a huge jet of creamy white semen shot from it,
arcing between the two men and splashing the cop's face and uniform shirt.
Bob shot again and again until the beautiful Nordic features were streaming
with his cum.

"Aaah ... aaah," the cop screamed and his body shuddered as he rubbed the
crotch of his pants in a frenzy.  His head jolted back and his body
spasmed.  He had creamed in his shorts.  Bob looked down and saw a big
stain spreading over the front of the uniform pants.

Chests heaving with sharp intakes of breath the two men held each other's
gaze.  Finally a slight smile spread over Bob's face.

"Does that mean I don't get a ticket?" he asked.

Despite his obvious exhilaration, Office Matsen now began to look guilty
and uncomfortable.  He swallowed hard.

"You're free to go, sir.  Get dressed."  And he watched mesmerized as Bob
pulled up his shorts and pants, put on his shirt and hung his tie loosely
around his neck.  As the cop turned to leave Bob bent down and picked up
his discarded tank from the ground.

"Here," he said, holding out the shirt to the cop.  "Wipe your face, man.
You're a mess."  The officer paused, then grabbed the shirt and wiped his
face that was still covered in Bob's semen.  He held the shirt to his nose
and breathed deeply.  Then he stuffed the shirt into his pocket.  Bob was
surprised to see that the handsome blond cop was blushing, and he flashed
the officer a big smile. After one last, confused, lingering look at the
stunning businessman, Office Matsen spun round on his heels and quickly
left the clearing.

Bob followed him down the winding trail but as he reached his car he saw
that the cop was already astride his bike.  He kick-started it and sped
off.  Bob watched in a daze as the figure disappeared into the distance.
And he suddenly realized that he was now stone cold sober.

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

"You're late," Randy said as Bob came in.  "Thought you were coming home
after lunch.  Did you land the account?"

"Yeah ... and that's not all I landed."

"What d'you mean?"

Bob and Randy had no secrets from each other and shared everything, so Bob
related the whole story of Officer Matsen.

"Son of a bitch," Randy growled through clenched teeth.  "I wish I could
get my hands on the bastard."

"Oh, it could have been worse.  And he didn't give me a ticket.  He could
have got me on 'driving under the influence'.  I was smashed, after all.  I
would have lost my license."

Randy gave him a puzzled look.  "What did he look like, this cop?  A fat
pig?"

"No, as a matter of fact.  He was ... uh ... pretty good looking."

"Fuck that.  He wouldn't look so good or so pretty after I'd worked him
over."

"Anyway, it's all over ... except for one thing.  I just realized he forgot
to give me back my driver's license.  Now I'll have to get a new one."

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

The week wore on, crammed with hard work for all of them, and they were
relieved when the weekend arrived.  They played hard Saturday night so
slept in late on Sunday.  Bob was woken by the buzz of the front doorbell.
"Who the fuck...?"  He groaned, pulled on his shorts and went to open the
door.  He stood still and his jaw dropped.  It was Officer Matsen, his
motor bike parked in the driveway.

"What the hell ...? Bob stammered.

"I'm sorry to disturb you so early, sir.  But I realized I did not return
your license to you.  Here it is," and he held it out to him.  Although he
was in full uniform, Officer Matsen's attitude was far different from the
efficient cop of a few days ago.  He looked rather sheepish, and Bob was
amused to see that he was blushing again.

Bob gathered his thoughts.  "Well, you didn't need to return it in person.
But thanks.  I wouldn't like to get arrested for driving without a license.
No knowing what would happen to me," he said with a grin."

"Look, about that.  I would like to apologize for the way I handled that
incident.  I was way out of line, sir.  You have every right to report me."

"Hey, go easy on yourself, man.  You didn't give me a citation after all.
I couldn't afford to have a DUI.  So we're even.  What about my undershirt.
Did you bring that too?"

"Er .. no, I ... kept it."

"Enjoy," Bob smiled.

Office Matsen made no move to leave.  Instead he stood nervously on the
doorstep twisting his cap in his hands.

Puzzled, Bob said.  "Look, I was about to have coffee.  Join me?"  Matsen
hesitated.  "Come on," Bob laughed.  "You can't make me strip again.  Look
at me," and the cop looked at the perfectly sculpted body, naked except for
his boxers.

The cop managed a slight smile and followed Bob tentatively into the
kitchen.  Bob brewed coffee and they sat at the table.

Bob looked straight into the nervous gray eyes.  "Now what's all this
about?  You didn't come here just to return the license did you?"

"No," the cop stammered.  "I ...  I..."

"Well?"

"I just wanted to see you again," and this time Officer Matsen blushed
deeply.

Bob paused and stared at the gorgeous, chiseled features in front of him.
Nervous as he was, the cop looked even more striking than he had before.
Bob looked down at his name tag ... 'M. Matsen.'

"What's the M stand for?"

"Mark ... Mark Matsen," and he held out his hand.

"Bob," and he shook the hand.

"I know ... The license ... I ..."

"'Matsen' is Scandinavian, no?"

"Norwegian.  Both my parents were born in Norway and came here when I was a
kid."

"You sure have that Nordic look," said Bob admiringly.  There was an
awkward pause.

 "Look I shouldn't have come, sir."

"Oh, shut up.  And drop the 'sir'.  You're off duty now.  Just tell me what
you're feeling."

And the truth started to pour out.  "Look, it's not what you think.  I'm
not ... you know ... well, I have a steady girlfriend and we're very happy.
But there's something missing.  I don't have any guy buddies.  The other
cops at the precinct, they're OK but they're always kidding me about the
way I look.  Say I should be in movies or something.  And they keep their
distance."

"They're jealous," Bob cut in."

"You think so?  Why?  I can't help being ..."

"...one of the most beautiful cops ever to straddle a bike," Bob grinned.
"You know what you need?  You need a buddy who is a match for you ... in
body and mind.  Someone who looks great, as you do, and has the same
... inclinations."

"That's about it, Mark said.  "And ... I would only say this to you,
because you know already.  I just get off looking at beautiful men
... their face and body.  And when I saw you the other day, I ...

"... made me strip naked and shoot my load for you.  And please don't blush
again, man."

Mark laughed for the first time, flashing a perfect set of gleaming white
teeth in his wide mouth.  "You really seem to get me.  I kind of guessed
you'd understand how I feel."

"More than you can imagine," Bob said, almost to himself.

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

They were still talking when the door opened and Randy walked in.  Straight
from the shower his magnificent body was still streaming with water, naked
except for a towel wrapped round his waist.

"Hey, asshole, you coming for a swim...?"  He stopped dead in his tracks,
staring at the stunning cop sitting at their kitchen table.  "Who the fuck
are you?"

"It's OK, buddy," Bob said hastily. "This officer just came round to return
my driver's license."

Randy clenched his fists and took a step forward.  "You mean this is the
cop who ...?  Now listen you piece of..."

Bob cut him off.  "Hey buddy, everything's OK.  Cool it.  We were having
coffee.  Come join us."

Randy stopped himself.  He leaned forward and looked at Mark's name tag.
"What's your name?  Matsen?"

"Mark Matsen," said Bob.  "We were just talking.  Come and sit with us."

"No thanks," Randy said, clenching his jaw.  "Officer Matsen and I will
have our talk later.  Depend on it.  Right now I'm gonna cool off in the
pool." He bent down and whispered in Bob's ear.  "You said he was 'pretty
good looking'.  He's a fucking Greek God, and you know it, being one
yourself."  He stood up, whipped the towel off and strode naked from the
room."

Mark gaped after him.  "Who was that...?"

"That's my buddy Randy.  We share the house.  And a lot else besides."

Mark stammered.  "He's one of the most gorgeous men I've ever seen."

"Randy's a great guy."

"I don't think he liked me at all."

"Oh, I told him about our incident the other day.  He's very protective of
me."

"I sure wouldn't like to have any trouble with a guy like him."

"That may be unavoidable, I'm afraid."

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

Bob was spared giving an explanation as the door opened again and Darius
walked in, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.  He was wearing nothing but
white Jockey briefs, and his coffee-colored muscular body had a slight
sheen of sweat.  He looked stunning.

"Jesus," he said, and started backward.

"It's OK, Bob said.  This is Mark Matsen, a new friend.  He hasn't come to
arrest anyone."

But Darius still looked nervous.  "I ... I think I'll join Randy in the
pool," and he beat a hasty retreat.  He'd had run-ins with the law when he
was living rough on the streets.

Mark looked dazed.  "What the...?  He's a knockout too.  Are you guys all
fitness models or something?"

Bob laughed.  "No, that was Darius.  He lives in the pool house out back.
He and Randy work in construction and I'm a vice-president of a financial
firm.  We don't model ... except for each other...sometimes ... Quite often
actually, in a way."

Mark stared at Bob.  "God, I wish I could ... No, forget it."

Bob reach over and touched his hand.  "Look, Mark, let's cut to the chase.
I know what turns you on.  I saw you cream in your pants the other day
looking at me.  There's nothing wrong with that.  You and I think alike."
He paused to consider something.  "You know, you can't often find someone
like me to jack off to."

"Tell me about it."

"But you don't have to.  Randy taught me something that blew my mind.  And
I'm gonna teach you.  Come with me."

Mark got up and followed Bob down the stairs.  He gasped when he saw the
basement room.  "Jeez, all these mirrors."  And he looked at the multiple
images of Bob and himself.  He couldn't believe it, but he felt a slight
stirring in his groin.

"It used to be a gym" Bob said.  "Now come here."  He brought the uniformed
cop in front of the mirrors and said, "Look here.  No, asshole, not at me,
at yourself."

Mark looked at his mirror image: chiseled Nordic features, unruly blond
hair falling over his forehead.  His tight uniform could not hide the
muscular body rippling beneath it.  His black shirt was open at the neck
revealing a triangle of white T-shirt.  His biceps bulged from under his
shorts sleeves and the broad shoulders tapered down to a small tight waist,
his wide belt hung with his night stick and handcuffs.  His muscular thighs
were clad in tight black pants, tucked into high, shiny black, motor cycle
boots.

Bob sighed.  "Now that, Office Matsen, is a truly stunning sight.  I don't
think you realize how fucking beautiful you are.  You are a walking fantasy
for most people, you know, men and women alike.  You are what's known as a
'masturbatory image,' the kind of guy people go home and masturbate
thinking about."

Mark didn't respond.  He just looked at himself in the mirror and his hand
instinctively went to his crotch.

"You see," Bob smiled.  "The other day in the park ... I didn't shoot my
load because you told me to.  I did it because you turned me on so damn
much.  And I'll tell you another thing.  From today on, if you can't find a
man like me to drool over, there's always him," and he pointed to Mark's
reflection in the mirror.  "Wait here ... don't move."

He ran upstairs and was gone for just a few minutes.  When he came back he
was followed by Randy and Darius, both dressed just in shorts, who sat down
on a couch against the wall facing the mirrors.  Darius was wide-eyed with
anticipation.  Randy's face was grim.  He didn't want to be here, but Bob
had told him that this was his way of getting back at the cop ...  tit for
tat ...  the punishment fitting the crime.

Bob came up behind Mark and they both looked into the mirror.  "Bob reached
round and undid one button of Mark's shirt.  "We start here," he said.
"Now just do everything I tell you."

Darius whispered to Randy beside him.  "This is incredible, don't you
think?  The cop is magnificent.  He is such a fucking turn-on."

"Cool it, punk," Randy said in a low voice.  "We'll let Bob do his thing
and maybe we'll even get off on it.  But when he's done it'll be my turn.
You know that 'good cop, bad cop' routine?  Well, Bob's good, and I'm bad.
And I plan on being real bad.  That shithead cop made Bob strip naked and
jack off for him.  Nobody humiliates my buddy and gets away with it.
Nobody."

"Can I get a piece of the action?"

"Oh yeah.  I've got something in mind for you too."

"I can't wait," said Darius, and turned his attention to the show that was
starting.

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength ... Part 19"