Date: Wed, 20 Apr 2011 15:40:00 -0400 (EDT)
From: rw6789@aol.com
Subject: A Trial Of Strength - Part 19  by Rob Williams

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH ... Part 19
By Rob Williams

Hi guys ... in this latest chapter the newcomer Mark, the beautiful blond
cop, is seen in his full glory as he learns to love his own stunning image
in the mirror.  Then Randy, in full leather, takes over.  "So, Officer,
it's just you and me now.  You knew it would come to that, didn't you?  You
ready?"  It's the cop versus the leather man.

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

A TRIAL OF STRENGTH ... Part 19

Bob stood behind Mark and they both looked into the mirror at the
stunningly handsome uniformed cop.  Bob smiled. "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."

A few days ago it had been the other way round ..... Officer Mark Matsen
had been getting off on looking at Bob.  The cop had pulled him over in a
traffic stop and, instead of giving him a ticket, had watched as he made
the handsome business executive strip and jerk off in front of him.  Unable
to forget that glorious image, Mark had shown up at the house one Sunday
morning and Bob was now showing him that simply looking in the mirror could
be a huge turn-on.

"Bob reached round and undid one button of Mark's shirt.  "We start here,"
he said.  "Now just do everything I tell you."

Watching them on a couch at the other side of the room were Randy and
Darius.  The young black man, Darius, was wide-eyed with anticipation, but
the big construction worker, Randy, was glowering.

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, junior," Randy said in a low voice.  "That shithead cop made Bob
strip naked and jack off for him.  Nobody humiliates my buddy and gets away
with it.  Nobody.  We'll let Bob do his thing, but when he's done it'll be
my turn.  You know that 'good cop, bad cop' routine?  Well, Bob can be as
good as he wants, but I plan on being real bad.  "

"Can I get a piece of the action?"

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

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

Mark looked over at the couch and said to Bob, "I don't feel comfortable
doing this in front of those guys.  You know, I've never done anything like
this."

Forget about them," Bob reassured him.  "In fact, forget about everything
except the guy in the mirror.  Focus on him, stare at him.  Even narrow
your eyes if it helps.  And eventually you'll be looking not at yourself
but at some incredibly hot stranger who turns you on.  Now, take your time,
go slowly ... and enjoy ... "

Bob walked away and sat on the couch with his two buddies.  In a low voice
he said to Randy.

"Look, buddy.  There's something I have to tell you ... a confession.  When
I look at Mark I get an instant hard-on.  To me he's a mind-blowing
turn-on.  So if you have a problem with that we can stop right now and I'll
send him away."

"Are you crazy?" Randy growled.  "Send him away before I've done what I
have to do?  He humiliated you, buddy.  I can't let that go.  So we'll keep
him around until I've had a little talk with him.  For now, let's just
watch."

Mark had, indeed, forgotten that the guys were watching him.  Taking Bob's
advice he was staring 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
short 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.

He ran his hands through his hair, then down over his neck, and over his
shirt feeling the hard pecs underneath.  He raised one arm and flexed, so
the short sleeve slid back off the bulging bicep. "Yeah," he breathed as he
ran his hands further down, over the leather belt round his narrow waist,
over his pants and the shape of the hard-muscled thighs underneath. Then
his hands came up and cupped his crotch.  He was startled to feel that his
cock was rock hard under his uniform.

He took a deep breath, narrowed his eyes and stared.  He gasped as he
transcended the reality threshold ... the difference between looking at
himself and watching a magnificent stranger.  All he could see now was a
beautiful blond cop, one of the most riveting sights he had ever seen.
From that moment he did not think or reflect.  His hands moved of their own
accord.  They came up to his neck and he undid another button on his shirt,
then another.  He pulled the top of his shirt open to reveal the dazzling
white T-shirt underneath.

The three men watching held their breath.  They could not believe what they
were seeing.  This gorgeous, powerful man, stunning in his uniform, was
starting, slowly, to strip.  They all three had rigid hard-ons.  Darius was
breathing hard, his gaze riveted by the sight.

Bob turned to Randy.  "Whadya think?"

Randy smiled at his buddy.  "You son-of-a-bitch."

Officer Matsen was now undoing the remaining shirt buttons and pulling his
shirt tails from his belt until the shirt hung open.  He was breathing
heavily as he raised his hands to the front of his T-shirt and with his
thumbs gently rubbed his nipples through the thin cotton.  He smiled at the
stranger in the mirror as he removed his shirt completely and let it drop.

And there he stood, his rippling torso etched under the white T-shirt
tucked into this uniform pants.  He stood mesmerized by the image in the
mirror and rand his hands over the T-shirt ..... the chest, the arms and
down to the waist.  He paused, just looking at the mirror.

Bob whispered to himself, "Take of the shirt man.  Let's see the body."
Darius moaned, "He's fucking incredible."

Slowly, the cop reached behind his neck and began to pull at the T-shirt.
It came clear of his pants and rose over his stomach.  The three guys
gasped in unison as the saw the hard, ripped, six-pack ...  no, eight-pack
... abs.  Their jaws dropped as the white shirt rose over the hard slabs of
the chest, revealing perfectly chiseled pecs.  Then the shirt came off and
dropped to the floor.

Darius moaned.  "He's a Greek God ..... a fucking Greek God.  Look at
that."

Officer Matsen stood stripped to the waist, his naked torso defying
anything they could have imagined.  His skin was a light golden brown, with
light, barely visible blond hair on his chest.  His chest heaved as he took
deep gulps of air.  "Yeah, man." he moaned as he looked at the stud in the
mirror.  Again he ran his hands over chest, now naked, and with a slight
sheen of sweat.

As his fingers touched his nipples he groaned louder and he began to twist
them, tighter and tighter.  His moans got louder and he started to speak.
"Yeah, look at that fucking body, man.  That's so fucking beautiful.  Come
on, fucker, hurt those nipples ... make that cock hard.  God, you turn me
on, man."

On the couch the three men had all pulled out their dicks and were stroking
them slowly.  They watched in awe as the shirtless cop turned himself on.
Now his hands dropped down until they were at his crotch.  "Let's see your
dick, man," he whispered to the mirror.  Slowly he unzipped his uniform
pants, reached inside his shorts and pulled out a huge stiff rod.  He
dropped his hands and let his beautiful cock stand straight out from his
pants.

"Jesus," breathed Bob.  "Will you look at that?"  Even Randy, reluctant as
he was to praise the man he disliked, said to himself, "That is fucking
unbelievable.  Look at that body."  And Darius was beside himself.  "What a
stud!" he whispered.  "He's so hot.  That gorgeous cop ...  Come on man,
beat your meat."

Mark was, in fact, starting to stroke his cock.  He was staring hard at the
mirror and running his free hand over his muscular chest.  He was in
another world, a world of fantasy and lust, and he was aware of only one
thing ... the stunning image in the mirror.  As his frenzy mounted he began
to speak again.  "God you're beautiful.  You're such a fucking turn-on.
Look at that cop, stripped to the waist, beating his meat.  Just don't cum,
man.  Men like you don't make themselves cum.  You're not gonna make me
cum, asshole.  I can hold back.  You're not gonna beat me."

"Oh, God.  You look so good, man.  You're so fucking hot.  Please don't
make me cum.  Please, sir.  Oh, man.  I can't hold back.  No ... OK, you
win.  You're so fucking beautiful you're making me cum.  No! .. No! .. I
love you, man ..."  And from his rigid shaft there shot a powerful stream
of creamy white liquid, splashing on to the mirror and obscuring the
stunning image of his fantasy.

On the couch they could not believe their eyes.  Randy breathed, "OK, go
ahead, guys, and Bob and Darius screamed as they let loose their own jets
of semen, pumping in double, triple orgasms as they looked at the moaning
cop.  Only Randy did not shoot his load.  He was saving himself for later.
He still had a job to do.

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

Bob wiped his dripping cock, got up and walked over to the dazed cop.
Standing behind him he whispered in his ear.  "You haven't finished.  Walk
forward."  As if in a trance, Office Matsen walked right up to the
mirror. Without being prompted he sank to his knees and looked at the
reflection of his face, still obscured by the streams of come running down
the mirror.

"Clean it off," Bob whispered.  Mark leaned forward and began to lick the
hot semen from the glass, lapping at it until his face became clear.  He
did not stop licking.  Now he was lapping at the chiseled features of his
handsome face.  He came to the lips and, as if hypnotized, kissed his own
mouth with hungry passion.

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

On the couch Darius was recovering from his own orgasm.  He looked at
Randy.  "That was so fucking hot, don't you think?"  But Randy stared
straight ahead and did not reply.

"What's up?" Darius asked.

"OK, he's hot, I'll grant you that.  But he has his weak point.  Everyone
does.  What would you say is Officer Matsen's weakness?"

"I don't know anything about him, except that he's totally gorgeous
..... and he sure likes looking at beautiful men."

Randy slapped him on the back.  "That's it ... you got it in one.  He
fantasized looking at Bob in the park, and then at himself in the mirror.
Now he's gonna look at me."

"What you gonna do .... take your clothes off?"

"On the contrary, I'll put them on."  He looked at Darius and smiled.  "You
know how I used to get around before I bought the truck?"

"You told me you had a motor bike."

"A Harley ..... and I had the outfit to go with it ..... still have.
Officer Matsen hasn't seen anything yet.  Wait here, I'll be back."  And he
jumped up and went upstairs.

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

Fifteen minutes later Bob and Darius were talking to Mark.  The cop was
recovering from his vivid experience, though he looked somewhat nervous and
embarrassed.  He couldn't believe what he had just done and he was quick to
wipe himself off and put his T-shirt back on.  Bob and Darius were still
complimenting him when suddenly they saw him look up and freeze.  They
turned in the direction of his gaze and they too gaped in awe.

Randy had come in.  He was dressed in his motor cycle gear ..... heavy
boots, black leather chaps over his jeans, black tank top under a black
leather vest.  To complete the picture he was wearing mirrored sunglasses
and a leather cap.  The swarthy, masculine hunk looked incredible, like
something out of a leather fantasy.  None of the men had seen anything like
this, anything so awesome.

Mark gasped, "Jesus!"  That looks ..." But he couldn't find the words.
There was a long silence as they stared at the stunning image before them.
Randy broke the silence.

"OK, guys.  I need some time alone with Office Matsen.  Why don't you go up
and take a swim?  Wash that cum off yourselves.  Don't cum again, though.
Save that for later.  You're gonna need it."

Bob grabbed Darius and pulled him across the room and up the stairs,
leaving the two men alone.  The silence was heavy as Randy folded his arms
and looked across the room at Mark, dressed still in his uniform pants and
boots, and white T-shirt that hung loose, untucked into his pants.  They
stood motionless, in anticipation of what was to follow.  Both stunningly
beautiful, they were physically polar opposites ... the golden, Nordic cop,
his muscles bulging under his tight white T-shirt, versus the dark,
swarthy, macho biker, his sinewy body spectacular in black leather.

Randy knew what he had to do, but he was not sure of his reasons.  First,
he was still mad at the cop for making his buddy strip and jack off for
him.  He would have to be punished for that.  But more than that, in a
strange way Randy hated him for being so incredibly beautiful.  A Greek
God, Darius had said, and both he and Bob had cum just watching him.

Was Randy jealous?  All he knew was that he had to dominate this man, to
assert his supremacy.  The alpha male kicked in; he needed to break this
man and he knew just how to do it.  He walked forward and stood up close to
the mesmerized cop.

"So, Officer Matsen.  It's just you and me now.  You knew it would come to
that, didn't you?

"I ... I wasn't sure what ..... Man you look so good.  What are you gonna
do?"

"Well, for a start, try these on."  From his pocket he pulled two leather
straps that he quickly buckled around the cop's wrists.  "Now raise your
arms up and out."

Riveted by Randy's commanding voice Mark did as he was told without
thinking.  He should have paid more attention.  He did not realize that he
was standing under a chin bar that had been part of the old gym.  In a
flash Randy reached up and clipped the wrists to the bar.  In his white
T-shirt, uniform pants and boots the cop was now in helpless, his arms and
shirt stretched upward, revealing bare skin at his waist.

Mark suddenly came out of his trance and looked up at his bound wrists.  He
started to panic.

"Now wait a damn minute.  You can't do this.  Let me go ... now!  I'm a
police officer.  I can arrest you for this."

Randy smiled and growled, "I think not, Office Matsen.  As I said before,
you and I have to talk.  What you did to my buddy is unacceptable.  Nobody
uses him like that, except me.  And certainly not you.  Just because you're
so fucking gorgeous you think you can get away with anything."

Mark struggled to get free of his restraints.  "It's not like that.  Let me
out of here.  What're you gonna do?"

"Well, now, let's see," and Randy picked up the bullwhip that was lying on
the ground. He draped it around the cop's neck and he flinched.  "I could
just strip you and whip you into submission."

Randy smiled. "Nah ... that would be too easy.  Besides, it would be a
shame to mark that beautiful body of yours."  He threw the whip on the
floor.  "No, here's what's gonna happen, Officer Matsen.  I'll just use my
bare hands.  I'm gonna crush your body and then blow your mind.  I'm gonna
control you, break you."

"So here we go.  First, I want you to describe exactly what you did when
you pulled my buddy over the other day."

"Fuck off.  Just leave me alone," snarled the cop.

"OK, have it your way."

Still in full leather, Randy stepped forward against the muscular, bound
body, and curled his arms around Mark's waist. He linked his hands in the
small of the cop's back, hand over wrist, flexed his hard muscled biceps
and began to squeeze the tight waist in a brutal bear hug.  The two men
were pressed tightly against each other ... chest to muscular chest, thigh
to thigh and crotch to crotch.  Their faces were inches apart.  Mark
inhaled sharply and shouted as he struggled to twist out of the vice-like
grip.

"Aaah!  Stop.  You're breaking my back."  He tried to look into Randy's
eyes but all he saw was his own reflection in the biker's mirrored
sunglasses.  He saw the clear image of a beautiful face twisted in pain.
Worse, he knew that Randy was seeing exactly the same face.  They were both
looking at the chiseled features of the tortured cop ... and it made their
cocks hard.  Pressed hard against each other they were aware of their
mutual hard-ons.

Randy increased the pressure and snarled at the agonized man.  "I said I'd
crush you, Matsen.  This is just the beginning.  You know you can't take
much more.  Give up."

"You fucking bastard," groaned the big cop.  "I'll kill you for this."  But
the pressure increased and became unbearable.  "Stop!  You'll snap my
spine.  Aaaah!  OK, OK ... I give up, I submit.  Please stop."

The pain dissolved as Randy released his grip.

"What do you want from me?" gasped the heaving man hanging from the
restraints.

"It's real simple.  I told you.  I want you to describe exactly what you
did to my buddy in the park ... what you saw and what you felt."

"You're sick, you know that?  Why would you want that?"

"Because I'm gonna show you something better.  I told you.  I'm gonna blow
your mind.  Now talk.  Don't hold back anything."  Randy walked back about
ten feet and, still dressed in full leather, stood looking at the cop.

Mark pulled at his wrists but realized he was bound tight, at the mercy of
this powerful stud.  He licked his dry lips and started to speak
hesitantly.

"OK.  We were all alone in a clearing in the woods, looking at each other.
He looked incredible.  I told him to take off his jacket."

Without a word Randy took off his cap and threw it to the floor.  "Then
what?"

"I told him to loosen his tie and take it off."

Randy took off his glasses and threw them down.  For the first time his
eyes looked directly into Mark's, and the cop gasped.  "OK, fucker," Randy
said.  "What next?"

Mark cleared his throat.  "I told him to unbutton his shirt and then take
it off slowly."

"How did he look then?

"Incredible.  He was stripped down to his white tank and I could see the
shape of his chest underneath."

"Like this?" Randy said.  He slowly put his hands on his leather vest and
shrugged it off, letting it drop.  His black tank top accentuated the shape
of his body ... broad shoulders, tapering down through wide lats, past
ripped abs to where his leather chaps gripped his slim waist.  He looked
magnificent, and Mark gasped.  His cock grew even harder.

"Go on."

"Then ..."  Mark's voice cracked and he cleared his throat nervously.
"Then he began to pull up on the back of his tank."  Randy did the same
with his own black shirt.  "He pulled until it came clear of his pants and
showed off his stomach."

"Like this?"  As Mark described the scene, Randy played it out.  The
captive man was not sure if he was describing what Bob did or what Randy
was now doing before him.  He was losing himself in the fantasy.

"He pulled the shirt up over his chest.  Then it came free and I could see
him stripped to the waist.  He was magnificent."  Following the narrative
Randy now threw down his tank and stood shirtless in front of the gasping
cop.  He could see the bulge straining at the uniform pants.

"Then?"

Mark's throat dried.  He coughed and stammered, "I ... I told him to drop
his pants."

Randy unbuckled his chaps, unzipped them and let them drop.  He stood
before Mark in just his jeans and boots.  He kicked off his boots, then
quickly unbuttoned his jeans, lowered them and kicked them off.  He stood
naked, his gloriously muscled body rippling in front of the hypnotized cop.

"Did he look like that?"

Mark swallowed hard. "You're a fucking god.  I've never seen anyone like
you, man."

"What happened next?"

"I told him to stroke his meat."

Randy took his rigid pole in his hands and began to stroke it.  His eyes
remained locked on the astonished gaze of the bound cop.

"Then he shot his load."

"And you."

"I rubbed my crotch and came in my pants."

Randy walked toward Mark and said, "We'll this time, Officer Matsen, you're
tied up.  You can't touch yourself.  But that's not a problem. First let's
even things up a bit."  He grabbed the white T-shirt at the neck and in one
sharp pull, tore it completely from the beautiful torso.  He quickly pulled
off the long boots, unbuckled the belt and pulled down the pants and
shorts.  Throwing them aside, Randy stood back and looked at the man he was
seeing naked for the first time.  He was truly magnificent.

"Darius got it right.  You are a Greek God.  Now that we're both naked,
let's try this again."

Randy repeated what he had done before, wrapping his arms around the tight
waist and started to squeeze in a tight bear hug.  Only this time the
pressure was not so brutal.  He pressed his bare chest against the heaving
naked pecs of the blond cop and pushed his raging cock against the cop's
rigid shaft.

The faces were again inches apart but this time there was a difference.
The glasses had gone and the two men look deeply into each other's eyes.
They saw themselves reflected in the other's eyes and Mark became lost in
delirium at this incredible, swarthy, masculine face.  He saw the eyes
smile at him.

"OK.  You rubbed yourself to an orgasm looking at my buddy.  Then I saw you
jerking off looking at yourself in the mirror.  Now you're looking at me
... but your hands are tied."  He looked hard into the beautiful gray eyes.
For the first time he used the name.  "Come on, Mark.  With me, you don't
need your hands.  You and I know each other.  We're two of a kind.  We're
two incredibly beautiful men.  We're equal.  You know what I want."

And he squeezed the waist tighter, pressing their naked bodies together,
harder and harder.  They felt their hearts pounding in their chests, and
their cocks were pressed upward against their stomachs.  Mark was in a
world he had never visited.  The only thing he was aware of was this hard
body crushed against his, the two dicks pulsing together, and the eyes
... the incredible blue eyes boring into his.

He saw the beautiful dark face inches from his.  He was lost, hypnotized.
He moved his face forward, looked deep into the pale blue eyes and pressed
his lips hungrily against the mouth.  They savaged each other's mouth with
their lips, licking, probing, eating, grinding, their eyes still locked
together.

Somewhere in the middle of this passionate frenzy their cocks began to
pound and simultaneously they erupted, shooting huge, hot jets of semen
upward, covering their stomachs and chests.  The force of the eruption was
so great that some of the semen reached even to their mouths as they ground
together.  They shared the taste of their cum, the sweet, creamy, fruit of
their passion.

And so, two unbelievably beautiful men, a Nordic god and a swarthy giant,
had met at last, locked together in an outpouring of passion and lust.

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

Randy held Mark tight for a long while.  As he gazed into the gray eyes he
was surprised to see that the big cop was blushing.  Finally, Randy reached
upward and quickly freed the wrists.  Mark's arms dropped to his side, hid
body slumped, and his strength seemed to desert him.  He sank to his knees.

Randy took a step back and watched as Mark bowed his head.  This was part
exhaustion, part embarrassment, but mostly an act of submission to the man
who had conquered his body and his mind.  His mind was reeling.  He was
feeling, not thinking.  He did not even react when he felt the cold touch
of leather on his skin as Randy fastened the black leather collar around
his neck.  He was only dimly aware of Randy walking away.

The naked construction worker went to the top of the stairs and shouted,
"OK, guys.  I'm done.  You can come back now."  Bob and Darius, both
wearing shorts, followed him back down to the basement and stopped
abruptly, their jaws dropping in astonishment at what they saw.  The proud
cop, this stunning man, now naked, stripped of his uniform, was kneeling,
head bowed, with a leather collar around his thick neck.

"Jesus!" breathed Bob.  "My-oh-my," whispered Darius.

"You like?" asked Randy with a broad grin.

"Incredible," Bob said.

Randy's voice softened.  "Look up Mark."

The beaten cop raised his head and stared at the three beautiful men.  His
eyes were glazed.  He was not sure where he was.

Darius turned to Randy.  "Hey, boss, you said you had something in mind for
me."

"Oh I do," Randy smiled.  "You know I always keep my promises.  Come here."
And he led the excited black man forward, a few feet away from the naked,
kneeling cop.

Randy again fixed the gray eyes looking up at him.  "Officer Matsen, we're
not quite finished.  I have something special to show you."  And with one
swift move he pulled down Darius's shorts.  Mark gasped as he saw the huge
cock flop out of the shorts and hang down almost to Darius's knee.  His
eyes opened wide.  He had never seen anything like it.

As Darius looked down at the handsome, sculpted features of this god-like
man, his cock began to stiffen until it stood erect, pointing straight at
Mark's astonished face.  Through the haze of his confusion Mark heard a
voice.

"Open your mouth, Mark."

Mark shifted his gaze to Randy's face.  He gasped as he realized his fate.
"No, I can't do that.  I've never ... I mean, you got it wrong.  I'm not a
..."  But he didn't finish.  Randy leant down, cupped his face in his hand
and gave the man another piercing look.

"I said, open your mouth, Mark."

Hypnotized again by this powerful man Mark did as he was told.  Darius knew
what to do.  He walked forward, brought the tip of his stiff rod to Mark's
lips and slowly, very slowly, eased his cock into the virgin mouth.  Mark's
eyes widened in horror and tears filled his eyes as he felt, for the first
time in his life, a man's penis push toward the back of his throat.

He choked as the cock filled his mouth and slid down, deep inside his
throat.  He thought he would pass out, when suddenly the pressure eased and
he felt the cock pulling out.  He took a few deep breaths, then the rod
pushed in again and made him choke again as it massaged the back of his
throat.  He was amazed and relieved to find that he began to go with the
rhythm, and even to welcome the slow thrusts of the big shaft.

Darius put his hand behind the big man's head and, to steady himself, Mark
grasped the hips of the coffee-colored body before him.  His hands went
around the slim waist and cupped the globes of the perfect ass.  He felt
them as they flexed and bulged as Darius moved back and forth.  Mark found
himself pulling the ass toward him as the cock continued to pump his face.

Bob looked at Randy and smiled.  "You son of a bitch," he said.  Darius was
becoming delirious as he watched his huge cock slide in and out of the
mouth of this beautifully chiseled face.  He knew he couldn't hold on much
longer without shooting his load.  Randy knew that too.

"That's enough," he ordered.  Darius slowly pulled out.  "Come on guys,"
Randy smiled, "Lets welcome Mark to the house."

The three men stood before Mark as he looked up at them, three of the most
beautiful men he had ever seen.  And they were all stroking their cocks.
He was motionless, mesmerized by the pounding fists before him.  He had
never been so focused on anything in his life.  As he watched in awe he
heard a voice say, "OK, guys ... now."

Mark heard hoarse shouts and had a glimpse of three jets of white liquid
spurt toward him before he was blinded by thick wads of cum that splashed
into his hair, into his eyes, down his face, dripping off his chin onto his
heaving, naked chest.  He lost all sense of reality and exulted in the
smell and taste of the juice of these glorious men.  His body heaved and
flexed, his heart pounded and he screamed, "YES! ............"  Then his
body slumped forward and he started to weep, his body racked with deep
sobs.

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

Randy leaned down, cupped Mark's chin in his hand and brought his face
upward.  He wiped the cum from his eyes and said.  "You were great, man.
When you're ready, come and join us.  Darius, help clean him up."

He and Bob turned to leave.  As they walked upstairs Randy smiled at his
buddy. "Impressive, uh?"

"What, him or you?"

"Both of us.  But you know what?  I missed you."

"But you and Mark ..."

"Oh, he's hot alright.  But you ... well, I love you, man.  I want to make
love to you."

"Now?  But you already came with him."

Randy smiled, "Twice, actually.  Think you can make me cum again?"

Bob grinned at him and threw his arm over Randy's shoulder.

"Guaranteed."

And they walked into the bedroom.

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

Back in the basement Darius was taking Randy at his word and helping Mark
clean up ... in his own way.  The cop's face was still streaked with cum
and tears. Darius knelt in front of him, leaned forward and began to lick
at his face ... the eyes, the forehead, cheeks and chin.  He even leaned
further down and licked the splashes of cum from the cop's magnificent
chest.  Then he wiped him dry with the remains of Mark's ripped T-shirt.

"God you're gorgeous," he sighed.  "I guess you got the full Randy
treatment."

Mark blinked and started to gather his thoughts.  "He's just ... I mean
... I've never met anyone like him."

"And never will," Darius grinned.

"He and Bob are real close, aren't they?  I don't understand.  I mean
... are they ...?

"... inseparable," Darius cut in.  "That's what they are. But don't try to
understand.  Just sit back and enjoy.  I do."  He held out the T-shirt,
sticky with cum and tilted his head.  "By the way, can I keep this?"

"Enjoy."  And for the first time Mark smiled.

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

Half an hour later all four men were standing by the pool, all just wearing
boxers. Mark was looking uneasy, embarrassed even, still coming to grips
with the events of the morning.  Bob felt his unease and smiled.

"Do you have to leave?"

Mark relaxed a little.  "Well, when I came here I had just got off the
night shift.  I'm kind of exhausted ... really beat.  I'm not working
today."

Randy put his hand on his shoulder.  "Good, then you should crash here,
buddy."  He smiled.  "You've earned it, God knows.  There's a great hammock
over there."  He shot a warning look to Darius who was grinning at the
memory of the events in the hammock.

"Well," Mark stammered. "If it's OK with you guys.  That'd be great."

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A short while later the beautiful, near-naked, pale golden body lay
sprawled in the hammock in a deep, exhausted sleep.  His arms and legs were
splayed out, spread eagled to the four corners.

Randy looked at Darius and growled, "Don't even think of it, punk."  The
three men were staring down at the incredible sight.  The cop's gleaming
muscular body heaved as he breathed deeply, a slight smile on his face.

"So, what comes next?" Bob asked.

"Let him sleep," Randy said.  "And when he wakes he can get to know us
better.  I have a few ideas left."

Bob smiled and shook his head.  "You son-of-a-bitch."

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TO BE CONTINUED in "A Trial Of Strength ... Part 20"